#generally speaking the pattern is that if it's going to be your problem and not theirs if they don't understand and communicate with you

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So you want to write about horses.

Part 2 now out!

Or you're writing and horses show up. Or its a pre-industrial fantasy and your characters have to get somewhere. Or you have a faint idea of your MC's love interest showing up on a white stallion.

Whatever the cause, you're writing, and a horse appears. But you know nothing about horses. I can help.

This is a horse. Horses come in many sizes.

^ Big Jake, a Belgian Draft horse, and a roughly 5 foot woman for scale.

1 hand = 4 inches = 10.16 cm

Once a horse is smaller than about 14.2hh, it is generally considered a pony. In the modern day, ponies are not considered suitable for adult riders due to weight and height issues. Some pony breeds, such as Welsh, Fjords, ect. are known for being sturdy, and can more easily carry adult sized humans. Miniature horses should never be ridden by adults.

^The only suitable 'riding' a miniature horse should do

The above graphic mentions that horses are measured from the top of the withers, not the top of the head. But, what are withers?

The withers are where the horse's shoulders meet the spine, and the neck becomes the back. Withers are incredibly important for saddle placement, as a badly placed saddle in this area can prevent a horse from moving its legs properly, cause a large amount of pain, and even damage a horse's spine. Speaking of spines, this is a horse skeleton, with the withers pointed out.

Horses have four legs. Horses cannot have any fewer than four legs. They are obligate quadrupeds. This is, in part, due to their weight, as well as the construction of their legs and hooves. This is to say, that while cats, dogs, and other animals can be amputees, a horse, short of some incredible magic solution, cannot. Even a broken leg bone will cause a huge amount of problems, as all of the weight that leg would usually hold must be shifted to the other feet, and this causes a condition called laminitis, where the tissue that holds together the hoof and the toe bone becomes inflamed, and begins to separate. Once this happens, the hoof tissue dies from lack of blood, and the bone begins to rotate. This is extremely painful for the horse, and so often the best solution for a horse with a broken leg is to be spared that pain. Famous American racehorse Barbaro experienced a complex broken bone, which began to heal fine, but complications from laminitis in two of his other legs caused him to be put down. This is why media will almost always show a horse with a broken or injured leg being 'taken care of'.

^Barbaro, in his prime. Even the best veterinary medicine couldn't save him.

Now, racehorses like Barbaro are moving at the fastest speed and the fastest gait of the horse, the gallop. The patterns that horses move their feet are referred to as gaits, with most horses having four, with some breeds having five or more.

The first gait and the slowest is the walk. In the walk, all four feet move independently, which leads it to be called a four-beat gait, as the footfalls make a sort of drumbeat on the ground.

The next gait is the trot, a two beat gait with diagonal pairs of legs moving together.

^Diagonal pairs marked in red and blue

The trot is a very bouncy experience for the rider, and can be uncomfortable. Some riders will rise and fall with a pair of diagonal legs, called a posting trot, some will stand in their stirrups, called a two-point or jump position, and some will sit the trot, which requires a lot of core strength (seriously, if you want a strong core, screw the gym)

The third gait is the canter, a three-beat gait with a single diagonal pair. This gait is ridden sitting, and feels a lot like going over waves on a jetski. There is a rise, a scoop, and a fall feeling. The canter is also called a lope in Western riding, they are the same gait.

^diagonal pair marked in red

A gallop is sometimes considered a variation on canter, as it is similar save for the legs actually moving in a four-beat pattern. As you can see with the image of Barbaro, all four of his feet are moving in different patterns, at different times, even though the gallop is really a four beat version of the canter. Riders in the gallop rise off the horse's back into a raised position, which allows the horse to use the full length of its spine and musculature to get as much reach and speed as possible. It feels like riding on top of a train barreling down the tracks, at least until your horse takes an unexpected turn and the ground is suddenly the only thing you're riding.

^ I've been there. The trick is to push away and hit the ground rolling, it hurts less that way. And don't land on your head.

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What kind of wounds would a shotgun give to someone thats not wearing any bullet proof vest but just thick, winter jackets? Like those heavy jackets with fleece on the inside that old guys wear alot. ( I think its called a work jacket?)

I've always thought a shot gun would give some sort of blast damage and make quite a mess, but in The Day of The Jackal ep 6 it didn't seem that bad when he killed that farmer guy in Hungary lol.

So here's a fun thought to play with. A leather jacket is made from treated animal hide. In most cases, they're actually softened a bit to be more comfortable.

Shotguns are frequently used to hunt large game. Large game where their primary form of armor is their skin. Their skin which does almost nothing to stop a shotgun blast.

So, unless it's loaded with something like rocksalt, a leather jacket is not stopping a shotgun.

In answer to your original question, “what kind of wounds?” Catastrophic ones. It would be really messy.

Also, remember shotguns are still usable up to ~100 meters, at which they'll have a roughly 2m spray pattern. Getting hit by a shotgun, even at 50 meters, is going to be really bad. It's a bit like hitting someone simultaneously with a hail of small caliber rounds. Individually one piece of shot isn't likely to be lethal, but get hit with five or six of them, and that's a real problem. It's going to create a bunch of wound channels, and each wound has a chance to hit something vital, or ricochet and try again. And even at best, you're going to be losing blood from each of them simultaneously.

As for actual armor, most Level III or higher armor should stop a shotgun blast. However, shotguns are pretty good at damaging body armor. So someone wearing a ballistic vest who takes a shotgun hit, probably isn't going to be safe from the next pistol round that hits their vest anywhere near where the shot landed.

Similarly, with plate carriers, it should be fine, but there's a real risk that some of the shot chipped the plate. That's not going to cause the next shotgun blast to punch through, but it does mean that carrier now can't be trusted to stop rifle rounds.

Now, none of that are things you usually obsess over. For the most part, ballistic armor is single use anyway. If you're wearing a Kevlar vest and get shot, it's time to replace that vest. So, having your vest soak a shotgun hit isn't some kind of special tactic on your enemy's part, and is really just your vest doing its job.

Against unarmored targets, shotguns can be downright horrific.

So, using a winter parka to stop a shotgun blast is probably the result of someone who heard the, “shotguns are horrible at armor penetration,” line and took it a little bit too seriously.

There are some AP shells out there. Including slugs that market themselves as armor penetrating. I've never looked too deeply in to these. I know of their existence, but not how effective they actually are.

There's also probably some close quarters scenarios where a slug might punch right through body armor, even though, generally speaking, slugs lose energy extremely quickly, and at mid to long range, they're not going to penetrate. Ultimately, it is an 18mm bullet without a lot of powder behind it, so the drop off makes sense, but it's still a lot of mass to deal with when it's leaving the barrel. Even if your armor holds up, taking that hit is probably not going to be fun.

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Random astro observations

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I’ve noticed people with Sagittarius/9H placements always seem to stand out in the field they pick or in some sort of way become pioneers. E.g. Jimi Hendrix was a Sag stellium and has a reputation of a guitar God for his innovative and crazy good guitar skills. Teena Marie (Sag moon) became a beloved non black R&B singer/artist at Motown. I just feel like Sag placements are just out here breaking barriers lol.

People with trining risings all have a certain similar look!!

E.g Most Air risings tend to have pointy chins and high cheekbones with prominent noses—I’ve noticed they always seem to have a prominent nose bridge even if it’s not that thin but it sorta gives them this Greek god/goddess look with their eyebrows slightly arching.

With water risings I’ve noticed Scorpio risings have a more reserved look in their eyes and all water risings have a somewhat oval shaped face. You can literally tell them by their eyes lol. Cancer risings have bambi eyes and Pisces risings have doll like watery eyes.

Now, I knew I started recognizing earth risings when I found Sarah Paulson to look like Adele.😭 Which further goes to prove the trining risings point I made previously.

I think I’ve stated this before but hear me out! Idk what the connection is but the moon sign also affects how you look!! I fr can’t stop guessing people’s moon signs at first glance.💀

Libra rising with 1H venus & mercury culture is constantly teasing others!! Wanting to be in a relationship yet wanting to be independent and having no problem breaking things off if they feel something’s not right.

Gemini risings with 10H suns have an INSANE bone structure/hot body!!! 😮‍💨🔥 Their arms & legs tend to be long! Legs tend to be skinny and thighs thick meanwhile their collarbones just stand out, overall they just have great bone structure! I’ve noticed this with myself & Irene Cara! 😩

I’d apply it to 10H suns in general but I haven’t looked into it as a collective thing yet.

11H Aries mercuries only speak what they think is true to them regardless of anybody’s opinion and I love how real they keep it, they’re also very humanitarian and speak up for groups/communities!

Pisces and Aquarius in the big 3 HATE boundaries. I’ve noticed this with myself and Axl Rose!😂 Ironically I’m Pisces sun-Aqua moon and he’s Aqua sun-Pisces moon.😛

I’ve noticed a pattern with people that have Aqua venus and mars and being aggressive…🥲

Taurus venus love soul/R&B music?

I’ve noticed some 10H Chiron people have trouble with work like, they might switch jobs often.

8H Chiron and having a phobia of being touched by anybody and for no reason too?

People who’s planets fall in your 9H might be the ones who you rarely see crying but are the first to try and cheer you up! You might also see them as arrogant or too blunt at times too especially if their mercury falls in your 9H!

People who’s planets fall in your 10H, you’ll see them as reserved and hardworking, they might like to give you stuff as a love language like share their food or they might like to invite you to go somewhere. Even though it might feel a little awkward at times, you both might get into deep conversations.

Not Gemini suns with Leo moons out here causing chaos then if somebody else asks them about it they’ll charmingly lie their way out of it and make it seem like it was the other person’s fault.😭😂

Scorpio mars lowkey live for toxic sex. ✋🏽 Some Scorpio mars & Aries mars I know, also secretly have a spanking kink??😛

If you have mars in somebody’s 1H they just won’t be able to contain themselves around you! You might sexually fantasize about them a LOT too. And you’ll find them hot down to the way they talk, their body language!!😮‍💨🔥

And if somebody’s mars falls in your 1H you’re prone to getting horny like 24/7 and it’ll feel like an intense and passionate connection! Sex might be like, ripping each other’s clothes off and one get thrown on the bed while the other dominates them and they both make out while grabbing each other—basically just not being able to keep your hands off of each other lmao. Also, having sex anywhere too and going for multiple rounds during the day!💀🔥

That also applies to Aries mars in composite too!⤴️⤴️

Pisces and Sagittarius suns—when they’re not at each other’s throats—actually make a good pair!❣️

Earth suns with Earth mars are so sensual and sexy😩😩😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨!!!

Having composite mars at Libra degree (7, 19) can indicate compliments and vanilla sex!😮‍💨

If somebody has their mars in your 7H, most likely they’ll be super possessive over you. 😭

If someone has their venus in your 7H then you’ll feel very comfortable with their love language or feel like you’ve found the one!💗

Sagittarius mars in composite is often grabbing thighs, giggles or soft laughter, a somewhat competitive energy and possessive aura.❣️Also, wanting to travel and explore new places together or talking about moving or including each other in future plans! Also, learning new things from each other or talking about subjects like geography/history and genealogy or about different cultures! You both could be from different backgrounds too or similar but one person is mixed, etc…

Also, when looking at appearance not only should we consider the rising but also the 7H! Say if you’re a Gemini rising; You might be able to build muscle easily or have long legs yet thick thighs because Sag falls in your 7H and Libra is also ruled by venus. Just like how Aries risings tend to have charming smiles and great bodies (7H falls in Libra), etc…

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Pile (1): “You Might Win Some but You Just Lost One.

Cards: page of swords (reversed), The Moon (reversed), Knight of Wands (reversed), Two of Pentacles (reversed) Knight of Pentacles, eight of Wands (at the bottom of deck)

There’s nothing happening here, nothing – at least on the surface. Intuitively, this suggest that you and your person may be on a “break”, not communicating, unable to relate and ultimately one or both of you are unwilling to be emotionally available. I will have to clarify the majority of these cards, like force it because if it left otherwise, this reading is done. This makes me think that’s the situation with you and your person at the moment. One of you feels like the situation was forced and or, you or them, are tired of trying to force a situation. As I was typing this, I became bombarded by distractions (at work, ha). You or your person may be using work (per usual) to distract yourselves from this connection. Some of you actually work with your person and it’s like you both are acting like you don’t know each other. Generally speaking, work or something else has taken precedence and that may have been or still is the problem. This connection isn’t thriving, it’s just there. Do you feel like your person is intentionally distancing themselves and “pretending to be busy”? Unsolicited advice. If president Trump has time to run the world and tweet on twitter, then no one is that busy, they aren’t that important, ha. Anyway, let’s start clarifying the cards.

Using my “Why are they mad?” Oracle deck, the cards 1) not happy with being friends & giving benefits, 2) your family doesn’t like them and 3) won’t leave your husband for them with 4) can’t believe you lost attraction for them, at the bottom of the deck. We are still on the surface but for some of you, your person has someone else. Whether they are married or not, there’s definitely a third party. We already know “work” may be an excuse but there’s also another obligation here that you or your person is remaining loyal to. As a result, there’s nothing moving or happening in this connection. This can even be a situation where your person had a long term or profound relationship in the past, that failed and since then they have decided to give their all to themselves and work (possibly their children/ child) and have been like this for some time. When you came into their life, it became hard for them to break this pattern, cycle and some hurt that they still harbor. So basically, your left getting the short end of the stick. This may even be a “hurt people, hurt people” kind of vibe. For others, this was a situationship that you expected to go the distance but instead, the stagnation has made the journey not worth it. Some of you feel disillusioned at this time about your person and may even be considering no longer claiming or wanting them to be “your person”. This is further confirmed with the card “you lost attraction for them”.

Keep in mind, this may be in the vice versa, I digress.

Moral of the story, either you or they lost the attraction, the wants, and desires. Your person did not allow you to meet their family or child(ren) which further confirmed for you, that they weren’t serious about you. I understand that it takes time to get to know someone and be sure about them enough to bring them around family, friends and to be submerged into your life however, your person looks like they were dragging their feet and taking whatever they could get while having you on hold. There’s no communication in this spread and more clearly, the actions of your person speak on everything being left unsaid- I still don’t feel energetically inclined to clarify the tarot cards. Energetically, everything wants to remain on the surface.

I can see why some of you tolerated this behavior from this person. It appears as if they have “husband/ wife” potential. The fact they appear disciplined, money and family focused. In addition to being hard to get to know is attractive- only once you’re in. You know that they wouldn’t cheat or get bored of you considering how disciplined they are with keeping their “promises” to themselves about just working and taking care of their kid(s) and sadly, to keep others at a distance. Good qualities if only you benefitted from it. Sidenote: your person may have a lot of money as well.

Anyway, if you chose this pile- I don’t see this going anywhere. Could be dealing with an Air Sign, Fire Sign or Earth Sign. Heavy on Taurus, Virgo, Leo, Capricorn, and Aquarius energy.

Pile (2): No one To Share With

Cards: King of Pentacles, Five of Swords (reversed), Four of Wands (reversed), The High Priestess, Three of Swords (reversed), Justice (at the bottom of deck)

There may be some corresponding bits found in Pile (1) however, it appears as if your person is accomplished or doing well for themselves according to you, them, or societal standards. To be accomplished in the material world requires a lot of consistency, focus, ambition, and time. The most Accomplished sacrificed any and everything else to get to where they are or strive to be. This is why many love and hate Capricorn energy – most want the success but hate what’s required to be so. I say this because the King of Pentacles has everything or more than most and yet, what’s hidden is the fact your person has it all but no one to share it with. What’s also hidden is the sadness deriving from all the sacrifices your person made to have the material things. Your person feels like they played so many mind games with others, including you, who wanted a commitment from them. The Justice and King of Pentacles card screams “Married to the money/ career/ self”. It feels like Pile (1) is the aftermath of pile (2). I am not one to pocket watch others or dictate how someone should spend their time and money – even if it’s in abundance, however, the cards prove that your person has a lot to offer but refused. Your person also feels justified in this. Money is energy. Time is money and your person gave neither. No time, energy, effort, money, commitment, or long term. Your person may have children or one- but they may be older and or do not live with your person full time. Nevertheless, on the surface, your person hides their sadness, pain, and regret behind their material stability. It feels like your person is trying their damnest to appear normal or abide by what they were told is the right way to live their life. It’s like your person doesn’t live in their autonomy. Your person feels like they are living in a box that they are scared to live outside of. Some of you may represent life outside a box and because they’re scared to do that, they’re also scared of you. I am confident your person has 12th house placements in tropical and or sidereal astrology, I digress. I pulled more cards and unsurprisingly, The High priestess card was further clarified by the Ten of Wands (reversed), Five of Cups (reversed), The strength card and the Knight of Pentacles (at the bottom of the deck) Your person is avoidant and fearful of their 12th house- their subconscious, the unknown, loss, pain and the hard work that is required for a relationship. They feel stronger and better when they focus their energy into tangible things. They prefer to focus on paths that have already been paved by others. They prefer to focus on what they deem they can control because that creates a sense of safety and stability. Their self-esteem is heavily dependent on material things. The Knight of pentacles appearing in this Pile leads me to believe Pile (1) resonates as well. Your person does not know how they feel because they do not sit with their emotions.

Using my “Why are they mad?” oracle deck, the cards 1) Trying to find a reason to be mad, 2) why aren’t you getting jealous, 3) They thought you would chase them and 4) Can’t believe you lost attraction for them (at the bottom of the deck). Just like in pile (1), their person was basically stalling the connection and placing it on the back burner for the majority of the time, unless they wanted something (and we can guess what that something is). Anyway, it’s not wrong when someone is aware they do not want to be emotionally involved and decides to live their life working. It’s wrong when you lead someone on and drag sh** out with no intentions of giving what is keeping someone hanging on and unfortunately, those who chose this pile can relate with Pile (1). Your person had led you on to some degree and as a result you are no longer attracted to them. Furthermore, you are not chasing them anymore or expecting more from them anymore. If you aren’t attracted to them this means you do not want them therefore, why would you get jealous or anxious if “your person” is entertaining someone or something else? The nail in the coffin for your person is the fact that their actions has led them to where they are. They are trying to find a reason to be mad, but they know their circumstances is a direct reflection of their actions- making things justified. This is someone who for example, led you on while they chase money and career advancement. They buy the car, the house or whatever- but at the end of the day, their home is empty, and they only drive their new car to work and back home. Ha, miserable. On top of that, whatever they were using you for- like sex: yeah, they lost that too ha-ha. Dry vagina / dick, empty home, new car with nowhere to go, & no one to care. They get no love, nothing. . . Now, they’re sitting there unhappy but unable to pinpoint why. . . or maybe they know why but their unable to tap into the dark recesses of their emotions to figure out why they were more focused on having the life society says they should have. For some of you, this is someone who may have Saturn in taurus/ 2nd house or experienced some kind of poverty in younger years that has influenced their behavior. Anyway, your person at the moment is experiencing karma and we love that. There may be an age difference with this Pile or cultural differences. Astrologically speaking, Your Jupiter or Pluto placements aren’t compatible. I am not getting a lot of emotions coming from you- the reader and or your person. However, when trying to figure out how you feel, the occupation and sudden wealth cards came out- intuitively, I feel that this person came into your life as a “catalyst” to get you to focus on yourself, work and making some strong boundaries moving forward.

Personally, I always attracted men who are business focused and everything else didn’t matter. My Dad is still the same way, and it wasn’t until I realized that that reoccurring theme wasn’t meant to hurt and break me, but more so to develop and adopt those same habits. I realized I needed to work harder in my life and focus on my ambition instead of being focused, mad and hurt by another’s ambition. Your Karma may be becoming accomplished to your standards by working hard (with limits) whereas, your persons karma is the loneliness they constantly feel due to what they sacrificed in the past. The Devil card isn’t present, but it feels as though the Devil is in the details (hidden), It’s like your person sold their soul and only now, are they able to feel something is missing but they can’t pinpoint what exactly it is they lost. . . WOW!

Pile (3): Dummy Games & Prizes

Cards: Ace of Swords, four of Cups, Knight of Pentacles, Nine of Pentacles (reversed), Nine of Wands (reversed), ten of wand (reversed) (at the bottom of deck)

The truth hurts and makes us angry, but it always sets us free. Maybe, that’s why the majority avoid and deny the truth because they do not want to be free- interesting. Whoever chose this pile, I can see that either you or your person received some information. A talk or thought that has influenced a decision to set yourself free. The light bulb has turned on in a conscious manner. What do I mean by that? Well, have you ever known the truth about something “deep down” but allowed other reasonings aka denial to kick in and convince you otherwise? That’s the vibe here. Like you were making excuses for your person for a long time because honestly, you didn’t want to face the truth. Once you know better, you have to do better and that’s the problem most have. Knowing requires doing better and most do not want that- takes too much work, hence the Ten of Wands (reversed). It also takes a lot of work to believe a lie as well. A higher power said, “pick a struggle” and you have clearly spoken. It looks like you’ve chosen the struggle of truth and sure it hurts but your free now.

Using my “Why Are They Mad?” Oracle deck, the cards 1) you prefer an open relationship, 2) your family doesn’t like them, 3) appalled that you won’t submit to them, 4) not answering their phone calls (at the bottom of the deck) I would reckon that you may have communicated with your person that they are no longer, your person. It’s like I see them going in for a kiss, hug or sex and getting denied haha. . . OUCH! There are many ways to communicate, especially nonverbally! “No message is the message” and that is the truth that may be hurting your person at this time. Some of you declared you are single or prefer to see other people or simply, your actions are doing all the talking these days. Or simply, it’s become very clear of the status of this relationship with this person by the lack of communication, talking, calling, texting, emailing, or seeing each other. Someone in this pile expected to be chased and that did not happen. Also, someone in this pile expected the other to submit themselves to their will & that did not happen either. It also feels like this person had control over this relationship by the lack of communication. I did a tarot reading on youtube some time ago and I got the same message. Someone who using communication or the lack of it, as a weapon. You or this person may have prominent air signs in the birth chart. Random: I just got a strong sense of dislike for “your person”. Have you ever really liked someone and randomly, you look at them and become disgusted? Like ew, I actually liked you? How. . . what was I smoking? Yeah, that’s the energy I just got smacked with as I’m trying to start clarifying the Ace of Swords Card!! WOW. I can’t make It up, the Ace of Swords is clarified by the Eight of Pentacles (reversed), The King of Wands (reversed) and the Three of Pentacles (reversed). It’s become clear that “your person” thought they were the prize and that you should be putting in all the effort and work. Tsk tsk. The Four of Cups shows how unhappy you were with the dynamic “your person” was trying to control.

In conclusion, the prize this person won is getting cut off and no communication from you. Your person really thought they were important and worth your one-sided efforts. For laughs and giggles, I pulled one more card to close this out and the 5 of pentacles card came out to confirm. “Your person” feels like they are the losers prize and you, my friend, are no loser.

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A thing i’ve noticed lately is how common “depression” has become, to the point that it became a topic seriously discussed in masaajid and schools, and visiting therapists became extremely common too -all of this is good to an extent-. What is concerning is how the generation before us was completely against the idea of anything called “mental illness” or “mental health” in general, causing this generation now to be extremely thirsty for these terms and therefore use them for everything.

Anyone who has been raised in a secular (especially western) system knows very well how much this mindset has been fed to us and to our children, the way they managed to make us like glass, -weak and easily scattered- and the way they made every single form of self improvement “low self esteem” or “toxic” to the point where everyone uses their life obstacles as excuses to not do their best in their affairs.

We do not disregard the effects of bad mental health at all, especially as muslims we believe in physical mental and soul ailments, however for this to be used as an excuse to abandon action… that is where we draw the line.

Never tie your action to your mood, act according to your goal, is your goal jannah? Strive for it when depressed and when scared and when sick and when happy and when grieving… always.

You are not here to be depressed, leave depression for those who do not know their lord. Those are rightfully depressed, you are not.

You have a lord you can speak to in the night.. but who will sacrifice his sleep to talk with Allah!!? This is the issue..

Allah is our lord and they have no lord.

You have Allah with you, we all have problems, from the beginning of the call to islam to now no one was free from grief, not even the dearest person to Allah- muhammad ﷺ- He tested every type of pain to be an example for us.

He tasted loss of parents,

And not just that but he knew they died upon other than islam.

He tasted loss of children.

He lost his beloved wife.

He lost his uncle and had to forgive his killer.

He was dragged and hit and mocked belittled and belied.

He was forsaken by his people.

He was betrayed.

He was lied to.

His honour -that of Aisha- was slandered and still is to this day.

His illnesses were not like those we experience, but much more severe.

…..

All of this and he is the dearest to Allah!

Read the lives of the sahaba and the righteous, you will notice a clear pattern, the closer one is to Allah and the dearer he is to Him, the more tested. And many will say “oh I am not being tested at all my life is easy” aren’t you struggling with your mental health? Isn’t that a test?

Aren’t all these blessings a test too?

Isn’t your comfort a test as well?

Worship is not easy, that is why the one who struggles in worship gets rewarded more than those who don’t, so stand up, leave your misery there where you were sat, read a few pages of the quran for Baraka, and go ahead with that which you have been procrastinating.

And do not expect it to be easy, many of the salaf would say: “ I forced myself to do worship for TWENTY years! After twenty years it became easy”

So do not expect quick results, expect to fall and slip, this is what we all do, what matters is that you stand up after you fall.

And abandon that cursed social media which has become a drug we all consume, if you really need to keep posting or really need to stay active, then do so in a browser and not the app, it usually is less practical and less addicting there.

May Allah guide you and us and safeguard you and us from the plots of the evils of mankind and jinn.

[bleaksqueak]

just wanted to say, as a fellow artist, THANK YOU for talking about shortcuts 🙏🙏 ive had baggage over not doing art """properly""" (re: the repetitive frustrating way just to prove i can), and im finally letting myself use tricks like warping and textured brushes and such, but i still feel weird sometimes. then i see a batshit amazing artist like you uses them, and i feel better. so thanks 😭 (and yes aye-eye is not included in this, mass theft isnt a shortcut)

The great thing about baggage is you can and absolutely should work up to just checking that crap in at the front desk and then conveniently forget to ever pick it back up~ Seriously though, it's no problem, and I'm glad to hear you're loosening up with it! If it helps, shortcuts are drilled into you if you work professionally in art. The only people who don't use shortcuts who work professionally are people who simply don't want to (be it stubbornly or out of enjoyment) and people who can afford to (names so big that deadlines will either be lenient or are dictated by the artist themself) The urgency to do everything the painstakingly hard way is, weirdly enough, a mindset most common in hobbyist spaces. People who want to do it that way (out of enjoyment, out of pride) are more than welcome to do it (as I'll sometimes just do slow crosshatching, no special brushes, because I find it relaxing)... but those who insist others do it or they aren't a real artist are often speaking from a position of bad faith, or are repeating what they had drilled into them by another hobbyist or their childhood/teen year art teachers, *or* are doing it to place themselves on a pedestal competitively. So, basically! Do things manually if you feel like it, but also know that there's hardly a "pro" out there that doesn't utilize a lot of fun little tricks and shortcuts. We still do it by our artistry, which is where the line is drawn with generated bullshit (also, you know, it's theft), but I guess a good way to look at it is like this: When you're drawing a piece of storytelling art or a comic page and the character has an elaborate costume with chains (my own character's lapel pins... we can look at Spawn, or a Nomura character and their department store of belts)...What's more important? The intricate detail of the chain, proving you can do it (again and again and again, since every angle would need to be drawn anew) Or the character acting, the composition, the atmosphere? It's the aspects that tell something about the character, the action, and the story that are always going to win out and matter, meaning that chain is just busy work-- a prime candidate for a quick swipe of a chain brush, or if you're me, this little friend:

So, yeah!! At the end of the day, the most important thing is to do what brings you joy or what meets your goal. I do love drawing clothes and I love details (love patterns and gold details especially)... but I also love finishing my work and shortcuts allow me to focus on the charcter acting and the atmosphere instead! Go forth and don't feel guilty. So long as you're not stealing from anyone and having fun, you're not doing anything wrong.

[zarnzarn]

Part four (+FOUR ASKS FUCK YEAH) of the reverse odyssey au! all tagged on the blog.

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Penelope takes a shaky breath and waves off the maid trying to light one of the lamps. The maid bows nervously and leaves the room, bumping into the fake door with a squeak before running off.

Must be new. Who's hiring them, though?

A rustling noise next to her pulls her attention away and she turns to watch Polites nod gravely to her and then sink down at her feet, petting Argos. If she'd had energy, she'd raise an eyebrow, but all she can think of is how Odysseus would have teasingly asked her why she wasn't chiding Polites for looking so unkempt and miserable with his wooden leg unpolished and crutches uncared for, in his roundabout, carefree way of being worried. Already Eurylochus had run himself into the ground and taken so ill he could barely speak. She'd have to keep a careful eye on them both.

In her most secret, private moments, Penelope remembers Anticlea's muttered words about Athena teaching Odysseus her emotional repression along with the battle strategies, and has to tamp down on a smile desperately in case an owl is nearby.

Although, on the topic of Athena.

Penelope looks out at the sea, grimacing at the green algae now covering the waters. It was poisoning the fish, that much was for sure, making them float to the surface in droves of corpses, a clear insult to the water god- and only Athena with her cunning would be able to cause such widespread damage.

On one hand, it was glorious to see how much the goddess loved her husband, no matter if her infamous pride was probably the larger reason why she had poisoned the oceans so. It was still in part for Odysseus' curse that the waters now found themselves under a brutal, uncaring attack, becoming more filthy by the day, and something in Penelope's chest that was still a nymph despite all her effort to rid herself of it purred in satisfaction.

On the other hand. How long till they ran out of fish?

Queen Anticlea, bless Hestia, was the descendant of a farmer, and had spent much of her time as queen overseeing the grain of their kingdom and bullying them all into establishing good agriculture- but the rains had been bleak and old Leartes had not remembered to barter for a freshwater supply this year, so they ran the chance of running slim, especially with six hundred men now returned.

The heavy doors creak open and Penelope comes back to herself. A problem for later.

"Good evening, everyone!" A voice calls from beyond, nasal and cheerful, and they all rise.

Ctimene is a tall woman, thin and sleek, with a chiton bare of patterns but made of the finest cloth. What comes to mind since the day Penelope first laid eyes on her is sharp, from her hairstyle to her amber eyes, someone who wears a smile as warm as her brother's but doesn't expect you to believe in it like he does- doesn't need you to, because she's going to get her way regardless.

She'd left Ithaka a few months after Penelope arrived, coming home sporadically from where Penelope assumes she's been happily terrorizing Same, but she remembers how her husband's sister is.

That she and Odysseus did not kill each other in the womb itself is something of a minor miracle, is the general consensus amongst everyone.

"Princess Ctimene," Penelope says, bowing.

"Queen is what your missive said," She replies before Penelope can speak further. Her eyes narrow and Penelope carefully shows no sign of her impending headache- Hermes' eyes are not to be looked upon, and his children share his preference- and holds the gaze calmly. Ctimene throws her hair over her shoulder with a toss of her head. "So, did my idiot brother finally run out of luck?"

Penelope blinks and- actually looks. Ctimene is a stone tower, but Penelope can suddenly see the cracks- a trembling lip, the flash of agonized grief in her eyes, fingernails clenched into her own palm.

"No!" She blurts out, stumbling down the stairs to take her hand. "No, he's not- he is not lost to us, sister, I should have written that before."

"What does that mean?" Ctimene's eyes narrow, as she pulls herself up, emotion hidden once again. "Speak plainly, Pen."

Pen hits her straight in the chest, stealing her breath from her for a moment. It has been so long since her Helen and Clymenestra and Iphitimene have called her that, and for Ctimene to do so so easily, even though they barely know each other-

She takes in a shaky breath and holds herself back high. "Poseidon has- cursed Odysseus, for blinding his son instead of killing him. His men were allowed to return in exchange, but he swims the seas as a strange creature now, with the tail of a fish, unable to speak to us; we spent the last year on the seas, looking for him, but were taken away by bad luck and bad timing just as we reached him and-"

"What are you talking about?" Ctimene interrupts incredulous, unfolding her arms to finally let her body language show. "What? Poseidon? How in Gaia's name did that fool- I thought he was being held hostage by Troy or something! Cursed?"

Penelope tries not to let her resolve waver. Ten years of only letters and missives have taken their toll, as much as she was spitefully determined to not let them; to have to deal with the injustice now that the war was not yet over for her, that there was still a fight left before she had her husband in her arms again, her darling, trickster husband who she spent every morning missing, every moment she was alone aching for-

Her husband, who had been at her fingertips, who had looked at her for that one brief moment with recognition and joy so bright and loving and a smile so wide at her presence that her final image of him now was blurred because of her tears-

Her husband, who had been swept away. Whom she had failed.

"Yes," She replies. "But during our search- we were blessed... by the presence of Lady Athena herself."

"Let me guess," Ctimene interrupts, lips quirking in amusement. The men around her frown and look at each other with disbelief as she has no reaction to the news, as if gods appeared to mortals as often as the goats bleated. "She lectured you all for running off without a plan and dragged you back like disobedient children."

Penelope's mouth opens and closes, with no idea what to say. She feels her aunt's paranoia about the wrath of the gods grip her and she has to actively fight the urge to shake this woman and tell her to keep her mouth shut, but- was that not... technically what had happened?

"I would not put it that way," She manages, hoping that no one is around to hear. "Athena's counsel is unparalleled-"

"Do not bother," Athena says next to her, and several people shout and fall to the floor, trembling. Penelope herself feels her heart drop to the ground in fear. "You might convince a mountain to move aside, before you get this insolent woman to show some respect to me. Hello, Ctimene."

"Hi, Athena," Ctimene straightens up, hands behind her back as she grins, suddenly looking much more younger and childish. "Where have you been? You haven't come to meet me in ages!"

"On the battlefields of Troy," Athena says dryly. By someone's grace, she is not yet angry; although from the pieces Penelope is putting together, her husband's mentorship seems to be much less hands-off than she'd assumed it was; and she can describe Odysseus as many things but significantly not someone you can spend a lot of time with without having a high tolerance to annoyance.

That would give Ctimene some leeway with her casualness, but she really needed to stop talking before Athena grew cross with them as well-

Ctimene pouts, moving closer. "That's no excuse," She insists, giving half the people in the room so much stress that Penelope thinks they'll keel over in a faint, and the other half some new resignation to dying violently. "I want your wisdom too!"

Athena- laughs?

"When will you ever change, weasel?" She says, lips twisted in amusement.

"Never," Ctimene says, warmer than Penelope's ever heard her, before straightening up and tilting her chin up. "So. You want me to take the throne."

"Yes." Penelope steps in, heart pounding nervously. Talking in front of Athena with a clear mind was wracking, but Ctimene's familiarity gives her confidence enough to step in. She knows politics. She had ruled Ithaka for ten years. She is a princess of Sparta and the best statesperson of her lands, and she must believe in herself for others to believe in her. "I have written up a contract-"

"None is needed," Ctimene interrupts, waving a hand dismissively. Penelope is stunned silent for a moment, letting the other woman turn away to comment on the worn curtains- then her blood boils. This- This absolute-

It takes every inch of her will to calm herself down and not show any sign of her anger in front of all the people looking on. It is a skill honed well from arguing her father and uncle in court, but in front of Athena it feels scorchingly worse, unbelievable mortification.

"May I ask why?" Penelope says, voice cold.

Ctimene turns in surprise, eyes flicking to the side and back. "I do not contract with family," She says, voice slightly smaller, and all the anger goes rushing back out of Penelope, leaving both embarassment and relief in its wake. "I have no designs to the throne of Ithaka, after all. But if you want, I could."

"Please," Penelope inclines her head, walking forward to place the scroll in her hand. "And in the future, do remember that while dealing with any of the Spartan family, at least, there is no love lost between blood. Contracts are needed in every aspect of politics."

Ctimene nods, and Penelope turns away to bow in front of Athena while her courage lasts. "Goddess of Wisdom, patron of Ithaka," She pitches her voice respectably. "May I inquire about a matter, if I might recieve your blessings to do so?"

"Granted."

"Our people rely on fish," She says simply. Does not look up to see if Athena is angry, about to fly into a rage and curse her for her insolence. "I would greatly be thankful if you would let me know if we require to trade for supplies from the mainland this year."

Athena is silent for a long moment. Penelope's heart pounds. Then- "It will last a month more. Do not eat seafood till then."

Her breath escapes her. "Thank you, Pallas Athena."

She turns back to the men, lifting her chin. "We will stay in for the rains and resume our search next summer, giving Odysseus time to return to the sea. When we sail, Ctimene will be crowned queen, and rule with her husband until we return. But the men who had come with us the first time will be all replaced by a new cohort."

She silences their loud protests with a raised hand, trying not to waver in the face of their betrayed looks and devastation. "No," She says firmly. "Odysseus sacrificed himself for all of you to return home, to make new lives safe and happy; not spend time chasing him down on the high seas endlessly. Honor his choice. We will have rotations every season, barring the storms. Choose amongst the remaining men who will be coming by next harvest."

Polites looks at her as the men are dismissed, filing out of the main hall muttering desolately. "I will not be leaving, Penelope."

Her lips quirk. It might be the first time he's called her by name. "Wouldn't expect any different." She's incredibly aware that this is uncharted territory, her first actual order as Queen of Ithaka. Ten years she had learnt the politics, but it had been under Anticlea and Laertes, with an end date she could look forward to. Now she is no longer a replacement sovereign, no longer has a husband sailing back to lighten her load.

Queen of Ithaka. How ironic, that of the three jewels, of all her sisters, she was the only one to achieve their dream of being able to rule alone and visible- yet it meant was that she would never be happy.

She turns back to Ctimene and Athena, who are both staring at her with the same unreadable expression.

Discomfort rushes through her- had she said the wrong thing somewhere?- but she pushes it aside to bow again. "How is Eurylochus?"

Ctimene smiles, and something genuine breaks through. "Better. Did you know he was not eating, though?"

Penelope starts at the sudden accusation, shocked. Feels anger rise at Eurylochus' idiocy, putting her at odds with her sister-in-law because of his own stupidity. "No, I did not," She said evenly. "Rations were distributed equally."

"But you must have known!" Ctimene snaps. "How-"

Athena places a hand on her shoulder. "Screaming helps no one."

Ctimene jerks her head to the side, cheeks burning. Penelope opens her mouth to say something, but the other suddenly rushes past, skirts billowing. "I have to go. Let us meet in the evening, Penelope."

"Alright," Penelope says, and when she turns back Athena has disappeared as well.

She takes a long breath, shoulders slumping as the doors bang closed. Then looks beside her and squints. "You better be eating. I don't want to hear nonsense about fainting and wasting away from you, understand?"

Polites snorts and gets to his feet. "Yes, your grace."

She groans, putting her head in her hands, exhausted. "Why did he have to not eat? Now Ctimene blames me and will fight me on everything as recompense. How was I supposed to even know!"

Polites sighs, and she remembers with a start that he is Eurylochus' best friend as well. "You must understand, Penelope." He says quietly, with all the sorrow that she knew he'd been pushing aside for a brave face with the men, their unending optimism made person. Some days, even she couldn't tell whether he was acting or not. "That the reason we got into this mess at all was because of the two of us."

Penelope frowns. "I'm sure that's not-"

"It was on Eurylochus' behest that we stopped for food. It was on my insistence that we trusted the Lotus people. Odysseus would still be here if it wasn't for the two of us, pushing him to make decisions on behalf of all of us, then standing back while he took all the punishment for it."

"That is what ruling is-!" Penelope exclaims, but is cut off again.

"It was still our fault!" He bursts out, voice cracking. "Do you know, not one second-in-command survived the Trojan war? That the war only stretched as long as it did because Odysseus was the only strategist determined to not let even one of his men be a casualty? I myself saw three soldiers throw themselves in front of fatal blows for Patroclus, I saw Diomedes' general get shot down after he forced his king to stay back while they inspected a rumor about a crack in the wall- man after man died for their rulers, and us? All six hundred, whole and hearty, returned miraculously to our families, our home; while our brother and friend-" His face twists up. "-our ruler who made it possible is lost to us. Ten years of his love and care and jokes made us lose sight of the fact that he was still our King, not just our captain. We should have been the ones to go, Penelope. Even if every man, every soldier had been Poseidon's cost- we knew the risks. We knew when we sailed that not all would return. If no one else, me and Eurylochus should have had the damn courage-"

He breaks into sobs and Penelope drops all sense of propriety to pull him into a hug, mouth downturned as she silently cries as well, shoulders jerking.

"I miss him," He sobs. "My best friend. Why did the gods have to take him? Why must the Fates be so cruel?"

Penelope's eyes mist over, as she turns to stare out the window, out at the poisoned ocean, her husband swimming somewhere under its waters.

Come back, she begs. Oh, Odysseus, everyone loves and misses you so. Come back soon.

[bvckleyydiaz]

smut below the cut. mdni, 18+. you know the drill.

So, I know that I promised you guys this scenario ages ago, but work got in the way and… yeah. C’est la vie. Anyway, back to our original thirsting.

This shit is filthy. Enjoy it, you heathens.

You and Aaron had been dating a while at this point, about a year roughly. I feel like after Haley, he wouldn’t immediately jump into sex with a new partner. I feel like it would take some time to really let him find his groove in this relationship, adjust to it, and almost… let the dust settle, so to speak.

By this point in your relationship, you two have had sex a handful of times. You guys don’t breed like jackrabbits (we don’t need to mention Aaron’s breeding kink), but he definitely satisfies your needs. Now, don’t get you wrong, sex with Aaron is fucking amazing. Your man is very generous lover; he even has a rule of a two-orgasm minimum. Aaron will not let you leave the bed before he makes you cum a second time, sometimes a third. However, as much as you love Aaron, you have to admit that he falls into a bit of a pattern when it comes to sex.

When you and Aaron are getting hot and heavy, he is always careful about the way he touches you. You’re his baby, so he would never want to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. He is also hyperaware of the fact that he is much bigger than you. I mean, the man is six-two and two-fifty easy. He treats you delicately when he makes love to you, caresses you gently, whispers praises in your ear, and worships every inch of your body like it’s sacred.

You love that Aaron does that for you because it makes you feel beautiful, loved, wanted when he does that. The thing is, he’s this way every time you guys have sex. He is so careful about the way he touches you that it makes you feel like he thinks you can’t handle anything more than that. That is not the case at all.

You love rough sex. Before Aaron, you always made it clear to your partners that they don’t need to be gentle with you in the bedroom, that you prefer it if they weren’t. You lost count of how many times you’ve been spanked, choked, or tied down. And to be honest, you miss the thrill you got from those past experiences. You know that Aaron can’t fix the problem if he doesn’t know there is one, but for some reason, it’s hard to express your kinkier desires to him. He’s different.

So, one random night after a few too many sips of wine, you call Penelope to vent about your current situation. You knew that she would be the best person out of your friends to go to because she’s not afraid to talk about sex. She’s always been very forthcoming with her sexuality. She asks you how you and Aaron are doing, and you tell her that you guys are great, just that you need some advice. You tell her about the conflict that you’re having and ask her what the best way would be to tell Aaron that you want him to rough you up a little bit.

“I just wish that he wouldn’t treat me like I’m made of glass, you know,” you tell her. “I mean, don’t be afraid to slap me and call me cock-hungry whore every once and a while.”

You are so immersed in your conversation with Penelope—which you have on speaker because you were alone and weren’t expecting Aaron back until later—that you didn’t hear Aaron coming home until it was too late. You were in the midst of detailing the things that you would want your boyfriend to do to you, and suddenly, your phone was taken out of your hand. You look up in surprise to see a stony-faced Aaron holding your phone.

“She’ll have to call you back, Garcia,” is all he says before he hangs up.

You give a sheepish smile. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Clearly.” He leans down, bracing his large hands on either side of your head, and he says to you while holding your gaze steady, “Looks like we need to have a talk, little one.”

[theneighborhoodwatch]

Do you have any initial thoughts on the update? I have so many crossing my mind.

[rubbing my hands deviously before remembering i should put this under the cut so people can avoid in-depth spoilers]

first - between this latest update and The Homewarming Incident, i'm beginning to notice A Pattern of home reacting very quickly when they either see an opportunity to have the spotlight on them, or if they think said spotlight is being taken away from them. consider for a moment how most of wally's dialogue this update was just him speaking on home's behalf. and i mean - the homewarming party was supposed to be for them. it's in the name, after all. they don't seem to have many qualms about sacrificing another neighbor's wellbeing for it, either. i wonder if they were even counting on the neighbors generally not having the Best emotional problem-solving skills to take care of the rest, or on neighbors like eddie or poppy being less likely to speak up if they went just a bit too far in getting them out of the way for a while. it has to be frustrating, being rooted to one spot and only being able to be part of a scene once other people happen to wander by. i imagine it'd be very easy to resort to doing anything to make that happen. i also imagine that you'd get very attached to the one person who always comes back at the end of the day, and that it's very important that it stays that way.... much to think about.

anyways. let's ALSO talk about the ending to the awayfrompryingeyes version of the video! the little bit of the storyteller's conversation that we hear when they stop narrating, the fact that the two people we hear at the end of the audio clearly Sound a lot like sally and frank but are left unidentified in the transcript - i don't think it's a huge reach to guess that this is the first we're hearing of the actual playfellow staff. y'know, voice actors, puppet handlers, etc etc. but then... is that poppy at the end of the video? or is it her actor/handler? if it's the latter, when did poppy leave the scene? where does poppy end and poppy's actor begin?

to elaborate: i've written a lot about how the horror of a puppet's existence in welcome home is that they cannot exist without being maneuvered around by something so much bigger than them (if not in literal size than by virtue of being considered a Full Person whereas a puppet is a simulacrum of a person) that it borders on incomprehensible, right? and also about how i'm not a Huge fan of the idea that things are only starting to go sideways for the neighbors bc they're actually possessed by human souls, but the Idea of possession could work for me in a select few contexts? what if we're seeing a sort of role reversal of the typical possession theory stuff here - instead of humans possessing puppets, it's puppets (making an attempt at) possessing humans, however unconsciously or imperfectly. after all, if you really, truly cannot exist without that aforementioned incomprehensibly vast presence, i suppose your next best bet would be to try to subsume it into yourself somehow.

but this also comes with a cost. it's not wrong to want to exist or to have autonomy. but could you really just end another's existence to get that? would you know what to do with it afterwards? i know i'd have a hard time with it, at least.

...of course poppy could have just ceased to exist temporarily once the door was opened/her actor Presumably got out of costume, but let me have this late night ramble.

i think those are all my thoughts for now! this was a short but Meaty update. maybe i'll have some more in the morning.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

ok so what are some of the changes you would want in the upcoming harry potter hbo series. and since your blog is Harry centric so I'll ask how do you want him to be portrayed in the series ? what traits of him do you think the series makers should shine more light on ?

Okay, I have, like, a list of things I didn't like in the movies and could be improved upon by the show. The list I have here isn't just about things the show could improve, but also things I want to see in the show in general. I think most of my opinions are pretty common, though.

(Also I'm not sure how good the show will be, like, I'm somewhat hopeful, but also very cautious with my expectations. We should start getting casting announcements around in a few months, which could help indicate where this show is going)

Regardless, here's my list of top concerns for the upcoming show:

Harry's character

This is the one you questioned specifically and one that could make or break the show for me. I want Harry's sass and anger, I don't want him to be a self-insert for the audience the way he was in the movies. I want his actual character. The sass, anger, and tenacity that is Harry Potter combined with his kindness, compassion, and sometimes clueless awkwardness. Let him be smart, clever, and talented.

Harry in the books is so much more than "just Expeliarmos" and the fact people could think that about Harry is a legitimate crime against his character the movies committed. Truly character assassination that Harry isn't an exceptional wizard with the world's lowest self-esteem and cheeky attitude.

(Also, for the love of god, give him green eyes, please. Contacts exist for a reason and it'll be a good way to differentiate the new actor from Radcliffe)

2. Ron & Hermione's characters

I could probably just put a "make all characters like in the books" category since this is true for a lot of them.

Specifically for the other two members of the Golden Trio, I want Hermione to have her flaws, and Ron to be smart. He is talented and smart and just as skilled as Harry and Hermione. He isn't the dumb comic relief and I'm so mad the movies made him such. And Hermione isn't a perfect Mary Sue who can do no wrong. Let her put Rita in a jar. Let her show how much she actually appreciates Ron and Harry and their approach to problems, different as it is to hers.

3. Voldemort's everything

I didn't like Voldemort's design, I didn't like his characterization, I didn't like how he spoke, how he walked — none of it felt like Voldemort to me.

I want Voldemort to be scary, not some odd caricature of himself. Give me a Voldemort design that looks scary. Give him the red eyes, and make him look actually skeletal. And let him move elegantly, talk softly. He isn't shouting and throwing tantrums, usually, he is very deliberate in what he says and does.

Also, give him his weird sense of humor. In the books, he makes bad puns ("Wormtail is here to lend a hand"), I like my villains a little campy with bad puns but also terrifying.

4. Dumbledore's everything

Well, honestly, I have no complaints about Dumbledore in the first movie, my problems started after he was recast.

I want Dumbledore to speak softly. I need an actor who could say "Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" and make it work. I want an actor who'd smile like he knows things you don't as his eyes fucking twinkle, but could still look intense and even intimidating for the later seasons. I also want him to look whimsical and dress in the most absurd eye-catching robes you've ever seen.

5. On the matter of robes — wizard fashion

I want wizarding fashion. I want long robes, silly hats, colors, and patterns. I want the costume designers on the show to have fun with it. I want them to go wild.

The wizarding world should look whimsical and campy — that's part of the magic. I want it to look like a foreign world. Even the most purebloods of purebloods (like the Blacks) are more like the Addams Family than any serious drama. They have a sense of campiness and whimsy. Let wizards be weird as shit and show it in their dress and interior design (I mean, the Blacks hang house elf heads and have a troll leg umbrella stand, the Ministry of Magic has paper airplanes flying all around, they're weird).

6. About the more filler-y sections of the books

I want all the silly little plots that were removed from the movies. I think some of the more filer-y things add a lot to the books and to the whimsy of being a student at Hogwarts. I want the trio to sneak out Norbert, I want to see Peeves, the deathday party, all of these things that make Hogwarts truly feel like a magic school.

7. Hogwarts Castle

I love the castle of the movies and that of Hogwarts Legacy. Honestly, I think Hogwarts Legacy did a good job of capturing the feeling of the movies castle while making it its own new unique thing. I think the TV show should do something similar and kinda create a Hogwarts castle amalgamation of all previous iterations that would feel familiar and allow them to still use some of the same merchandise but also be new and unique at the same time.

8. Time period

I think this is a pretty common opinion, but I want the muggle clothes and sets to clearly be set in the 1990s. I want the show to be a period piece. I don't want to see smartphones, or modern fashion, or modern cars — none of that.

9. Age-appropriate casting

I'm not the only one who says this, but as great as Allen Rickman was, he was too old for the role. Part of the tragedy of Snape and the Marauders is how young they actually are. I think it'll just be much more heartbreaking if the actors looked as young as they're supposed to be.

(Including James and Lily in the flashbacks!)

10. Worldbuilding & extra scenes

Since it's a TV show and not a book, which opens up more perspective options, I would like to get, maybe, some extended Pottermore facts into the show. Like, to flash out the world in a way the movies didn't.

Additionally, I wouldn't mind if some extra scenes were added to build up characters we don't get as much of in the books and it could serve the plot. Like, as long as the scenes are added in a way which is like 'they might've happened in the books, we just didn't see them cause Harry wasn't there', that sort of thing without subtracting from anything else and without retconning or contradicting anything. Like, with good writers, this could be really well done, I'm just worried about them adding anything because I don't know how much faith I have in the whole project. But it could be cool if done well.

[chronicbitchsyndrome]

it's really frustrating to see people buying into arbitrary and incorrect divisions between "mental" and "physical" disabilities to describe the very real ableist aggression and disparity in social privilege that is better described by the ability to conform to abled hegemony

like... yes, there is a very real phenomenon of the adhd tiktokker with perfect makeup reacting with disgust towards the wheelchair user in their space

this is because that adhd tiktokker is able to fit into normative abled hegemony. their symptoms do not, currently, present as a significant barrier to engaging in abled hegemony to the extent that they exist entirely outside of it and therefore have to question its very roots. they are still able to be seen as productive, attractive, and therefore socially valuable under abled hegemony, and so they find value and utility in that hegemony and are able to use it to punch down on other disabled people who cannot.

this is still true even if their adhd manifests as what many refer to as a "physical disability" (for example, it's not uncommon for adhd to manifest with invisible breathing and heart problems, which i'm not going to get into the methodology behind here because it'd be derailing). i've encountered scores of people with what would generally be classed as "physical disabilities" who exist in this space--asthma, joint hypermobility disorders, chronic pain, limb replacements, hearing disorders--i have seen people whose "physical" disorders do not disqualify them entirely from acceptance into abled hegemony, time and time again, enact violence on people who are incapable of conforming to abled hegemony. i see this in the "spoonie" and "zebra" communities, i see it in "chronic illness" spaces that accept capitalist class interests and breed liberalism.

equally, i've encountered scores of people labeled as solely "mentally ill" or "mentally disabled" who experience the kind of disenfranchisement that is associated with "physical disability" separatism right now--people with ID and autism who are nonverbal/use AAC or who experience severe mobility issues causing them to use mobility aids for purely "mental" reasons, for example. people who tic visibly/audibly in ways that subject them to social violence. schizophrenics who are subject to physical violence simply because of their body language, even if they don't interact with anyone at all. people who uncontrollably faint at certain stimuli due to panic disorders and face public access barriers as a result.

there's a pattern being picked up on, in that what we classify as "physical" symptoms tend to actually be visible symptoms, and what we classify as "mental" symptoms tend to be invisible symptoms. but that is a false and arbitrary dividing line; there isn't a hard and fast line between the brain and the body. as with the sex binary, classifying something into two dialectic categories extremely rarely works as anything other than a thought exercise.

broadly speaking, the more publicly visible your disabled traits are, the less you're able to fit into normative abled hegemony; broadly speaking, the disabled people who enact oppression on other disabled people via utilizing abled hegemonic ideals tend to have more invisible disabled traits. but that doesn't sort into a clean physical/mental divide, because that method of sorting bodymind traits is outdated and unscientific.

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

The Babysitter (3)

Falling Asleep On The Job

Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Chapter 3- W/c 3.6k

Falling Asleep On The Job

The cup of coffee warmed your hands while you sipped from it slowly, listening to Natasha as she talked about the class she just escaped from, Professor Harkness being her usual bitchy self according to your best friend.

"But at least I got to stare at Maria for almost an hour," she mumbled at the end, a chuckle leaving you at the amazement in her eyes when she thinks back to the blue-eyed beauty. "Anyway, enough about me, how's the babysitting job going?" You smile at the thought of your job, the last two weeks of looking after the boys passing like a blur, everyday full of fun and silly adventures.

"I love it," you sigh out contently, finger tracing the rim of the coffee cup, "The twins are perfect for me and actually really fun to play with." Natasha laughs with you, teasing you about finding better friends than her.

"What are their parents like?" she splits her chocolate chip muffin, handing you half knowing you wanted to have some without even needing to ask.

"Their father is well...He's a bit of a dick," you answer honestly, thinking back to every encounter you've had with the man. Vision is always either blunt, cold or dismissive of you and is extremely keen on leaving the house as soon as you arrive. Natasha merely grins at the small scowl that appears on your face while thinking of the man, taking a sip of her own coffee.

"What about their mother?" she asks, and you feel a slight blush form on your cheeks, "Oh so the mother is nice then," she jokes, you taking a bite of the muffin and ignoring her comments. "Oh, come on Y/n, spill."

"Fine," you grumble, fingers tapping against your cup now, a subconscious thing you do when you're happy. "Wanda is just amazing," you ignore the insinuating look your best friend is giving you and continue, "She is so kind and caring all the time, makes sure I'm alright and is just a perfect mother to the twins."

"It seems like you finally have a crush," she teases, knowing you're not the kind to fall for many people, too scared of the consequences.

"It's not a crush," you dismiss, taking a bite of the muffin, Natasha chuckling at how quick you were to deny her comment. "I can't have a crush on her anyway, she's married with children in case you forgot."

"That doesn't stop you from being able to like her," she counters, and you just retort to stealing her half of the muffin to shut her up. "Cyka," she mutters, you smile innocently at her with your mouth full of her treat. "You can pay me for that."

"No, I won't," you joke back, "You love me too much to charge me for a muffin." She shakes her head at you, laughter tumbling out of your mouth as she grumbles something else in Russian. You simply sit there looking at each other for a few moments, basking in the comfortable silence before she speaks up.

"How's everything at home at the moment?" her tone is not pushing as she knows it's a sensitive topic for you. Your gaze flickers down to the table, staring at the wood patterns, each swirl and darker tone standing out to you.

"The usual," you say, shrugging your shoulders and taking a sip of your coffee again, the warm liquid helping with the lump forming in your throat. "I haven't spoken to her properly for a few days, she's either at work or passed out so..." Natasha moves to sit next to you in the booth of the cafe, letting you lean your head on her shoulder as she can tell you don't want to talk about it anymore.

"The offer is always there, Y/n," she softly says, "You know Melina and Alexie would love to have to stay at ours," you smile at her but shake your head.

"I can't just leave her Nat, I know she's not perfect but I'm all she has," her arm then wraps around you, letting the conversation die out when you rest your head back against her shoulder and stare out the window. Your eyes follow the people passing by, poking Natasha's ribs and making her look when a dog like Fanny walks past with its owner.

"I can't believe you guys let Yelena name the dog," you chuckle out, Natasha groaning as you always tease her about this.

"It's her dog Y/n," she mumbles, "And how was I supposed to know she'd name it Fanny Longbottom." You bark out a laugh at the name, unable to help yourself and almost falling over when she playfully pushes your head off her body.

"Cyka," you say, trying to copy her Russian but your pronunciation is not the best, making her laugh. Natasha goes to say something in return but is interrupted when your phone starts to ring. The name Wanda flashes across your screen, the redhead smirking at the way your lips tug up into a small smile.

"Hello?" you answer the phone, Natasha moving back to the seat across from you and continuing to drink her coffee.

"Hey Y/n," Wanda's voice rings through the phone as you place it near your ear to talk to her, not putting in on speaker as you just know Natasha would try something while you speak to the older woman, "I know we said you could have today off, but Vision has just called me saying he has some emergency meeting he needs to attend to." You listen and look over to your best friend who's looking at you curiously, "Is there any chance you could look after the twins until he comes home? I'm sorry, I know how out of the blue this is and understand if you can't."

"What time would I need to be there?" you mouth 'babysitting' to Nat, her nodding her head in understanding, smiling at the apologetic look on your face.

"As soon as you can," you plan the journey in your head, trying to figure out what buses you would need to get to reach their house quickly.

"I can do it but it might take me a while to get there depending on the buses," Natasha grins at you before making a whipping gesture at you, a pained noise escaping her when you kick her shin under the table. "What time would Vision or you be back?"

"Well, I'm currently out of Westview on a work trip and just coming back from my parents so I won't be back until after twelve, Vision on the other hand said around six or seven."

"That's fine then, I'll start heading over there now," Natasha helps you put away the work you two were doing before you both got side tracked.

"Thank you, sweetheart," A smile takes over your face at her term of endearment before you both say goodbye.

"I'm sorry Nat-"

"Don't apologise," she cuts you off. "Go and have fun with your other friends," she jokes, giving you a hug and letting you get on your way to the Maximoff's residence.

***

Panting slightly, you ring the bell and try and catch your breath, running all the way from the bus stop as it started to rain, your hair and jumper now drenched. Within seconds, the door opens, an impatient and unhappy Vision standing at the doorway.

"You're late," is all he says before grabbing his own coat and making his way out of the house. You don't even bother making a comment to him, accepting the fact that he's definitely got something shoved so far up his arse that makes him act like a dick.

You take your shoes off, not wanting to trample dirt and water into the home and walk into the living room to see Tommy playing Mario Kart and Billy sat on the sofa watching his brother, seemingly lost in thought with a sad expression.

"Hey mini Maximoffs," you call out, slicking your hair back and deciding that the warmth of this house will quickly dry it. Tommy's face lights up at the sight of you, Billy only smiling a little making you concerned. You drop your backpack off at the table before sitting with Billy, wrapping an arm around him and letting him lean against you. "What's wrong Billy?" Your voice is soft as you speak to him, his shoulders shrugging as he stays quiet, his gaze lowering to the floor. "Come on," you stand up, motioning your head for him to follow you while his brother is preoccupied with his game.

You walk to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water while Billy takes a seat at the kitchen island, placing his hands on his cheeks as he looks at you.

"I can tell something's bothering you, ok?" you say calmly, sitting next to him and mirroring his body language, arm propping your head up. "I'm not going to make you tell me if you don't want to, but I just want you to know you can talk to me if you need to, alright?" He slowly nods at you, pondering for a minute while his mouth opens and closes as he tries to find the words he wants to say.

"Is...Is it bad for a boy to like drawing?" his voice is quiet while he looks away from you, fingers playing with one another.

"What? Of course it's not," your brows furrow at his question, "Boy can draw if they want to, anyone can." You try to explain him looking back at you with a confused look.

"But my dad said boys shouldn't like to draw," You see red for a second, imagining Vision telling Billy false things, especially when it involves something he likes. "He said it's a waste of time and I should like things like science or sports."

"Your father is wrong, Billy," you don't want to go against one of your bosses but when it comes to crushing this little boy's heart you don't care. "Just because you're a boy that doesn't mean you have to like certain stuff, you can do whatever you want as long as it makes you happy," you see a smile starting to form on his face again. "Also, as long as it's legal," he lets out a chuckle at that.

"Can we draw some things now?" hope starts to surface in his eyes and who were you to deny him.

"Of course we can, go and grab your things and bring them into the living room," he runs off to his room while you go back to where Tommy was.

Soon enough, you have Billy drawing at a small table while you play against Tommy at Mario Kart, swallowing your pride and letting him win a few games to make him cheer. When the track Rainbow Road comes up, you pull a face, remembering how horrible this track was when you would play it with your father.

"I'm so going to beat you Y/n," Tommy teases, sitting upright and focusing hard on the screen as the countdown shows.

"Bring it on Maximoff," you retort, a competitive nature overtaking you. The game is neck and neck as you both complete your laps, the race coming down to the wire as you take the lead. Just as you're about to celebrate, a red shell hits your car, your character spinning out while Tommy's drives past and wins the race, jumping up off the sofa in joy.

"I win!" he exclaims, sticking his tongue out at you making you laugh and roll your eyes.

"Cheap move Maximoff, cheap move," you grumble, placing down the controller and walking over to Billy, checking how his drawing was before making your way back into their kitchen.

Your eyes check the clock, seeing it just gone past half six and decide to make their dinner as you don't want Vision to come back soon and complain. Flicking through cupboards and the fridge, you decide the only thing you're going to have time to make is a simple dish of chicken nuggets and chips.

While preparing the food, as in putting in on a tray to put in the oven, the twins come in to ask what's for dinner, their eyes lighting up at the dinosaur shaped nuggets that you were putting in to cook.

"Thank you, Y/n," the twins say at the same time, freaking you out a little but you brush it aside as you hand them both their plates and sit with them, eating your own plate of food. Biting the head off the poor dinosaur you chose to eat, your eyes widened at the random questions that were thrown your way from either twin. You tried your best to answer them, the question of 'how were we made' making you choke on your chip before you stuttered out that you didn't know.

After the eventful conversation finished, you let the boys digest their food before sending them for their showers and telling them to get dressed in their pyjamas. Billy came down in his red and navy set of pjs while his brother came down in a matching sky blue and green set. The three of you then sat watching one more episode of a cartoon they were watching, you check your phone to see the time and frowning when you see it's half eight. You replied to the few messages Natasha sent, her asking you about your 'dreamy boss' and teasing you more before you decided it was time to get the boys in bed.

"Thank you for tonight Y/n," Billy says while you tuck him into bed, making sure he was snug in his duvet before pulling away.

"No problem, Billy," you whisper, "Remember if you ever want to talk, I'm also here for you." He nods and lets you go over to his brother, tucking him in and chuckling when he starts to say he's too old for it.

"I guess I'll just go now then," you tease, slowly walking away from him, his eyes widening.

"Wait no," his voice a little panicked, "You can still tuck me in if you want to." Chuckling, you move back to tuck him in, ruffling his hair a little before saying goodnight to them both and heading downstairs.

You let out a tired sigh, glancing over to the clock and seeing it was past nine, a little confused as to where Vision was. You send Wanda a message, asking if she knows when Vision will be home and decide to try and finish some of the schoolwork that's in your bag.

Psychology work stares back at you while you glare at the paper, the abundance of information you're meant to be learning not wanting to stay in your mind. Flashcards are soon filled with notes as you try and learn the topic for the test you will be having in Mr Wilson's class in a few days, your eyes growing heavy while you look over the notes once again. Before you know it, you're placing your head down on your arms, resting your eyes for a minute that soon becomes longer than intended.

***

Just after midnight, the front door of the Maximoff residence opens to reveal a very drained Wanda, her hand running through her auburn locks as she leans against the door after closing it. A tired and defeated sigh leaves her lips, exhausted after the long drive from her work trip and ready to just climb into bed and let sleep overtake her.

With the last bit of energy she has, she pushes herself off the door, waking up when she sees the sight of your shoes near the entrance and walks through her home. She tosses her phone onto the side table, the item useless as it died a few hours ago, and searches for you or her husband. Wanda pauses when she sees you, confused as to why you're still here but also concerned as you're slouched over the table, the position definitely going to give you a sore back.

"Sweetheart," she whispers, gently rubbing up and down your back, trying to stir you awake. In response, you just let out a sleepy noise, Wanda's face softening at how peaceful you look, eyes closed and mouth slightly parted as gentle, quiet snores leave your lips. "Come on dear, wake up for me," she tries again, shaking you a little bit to try and get you to wake up.

"Mum?" you murmur, waking up gradually and moving to rub your eyes, back cracking as you stretch.

"Not your mum sweetheart," you hear a voice say, not comprehending it for a moment before your eyes widen when you realise who it is.

"Wanda, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep-"

"Hush dear it's alright," she says softly, "It's past midnight, if you weren't asleep, I would have been worried." You flush at the way she's looking down at you, her hands still running up and down your back soothingly. "Is Vision not home?" she asks, her tone more serious than before making you blink your eyes to try and fully wake up.

"Uh, no?" you look away from her trying to think, not noticing how her jaw clenches at the news. "He wasn't home before I fell asleep, that was probably around ten?" you look at her with a shy look, still embarrassed that you fell asleep at their table. "I messaged you earlier about asking where he was, did you not get it?"

"My phone died a while ago dear," she explains, moving her hands to your shoulder and giving it a gentle and assuring squeeze. "I'm sorry you had to stay here so long," she sighs out, moving to sit next to you, her hands moving off you making you miss her touch.

"I didn't mind it," the tone of your voice genuine, "But I am so tired," you honestly say, stretching once again. "Morning classes are practically child abuse," you mutter, her laughing and remembering how she felt all those years ago when she was in your position.

"Oh god, they were absolute hell," she reminisces on her college life, thinking back to the early mornings and grumpy lecturers. "What did you have this morning?" Despite both of you being so exhausted, Wanda found it easy to talk with you, wanting to stay up a little longer just so she could find out more about you.

"Psychology," you practically groan, "Mr Wilson decided to set another test, so I've been trying to learn it all, but it just won't stay in my brain." Wanda can hear the hint of stress in your voice and places her hand on top of yours, your eyes not meeting hers and skin feeling warm wherever she touches.

"Hey, look at me," your gaze immediately catches her, her green eyes almost overwhelming you with care, "Don't try and force yourself to learn things otherwise you'll just burn out."

"That doesn't matter, I need to pass this test-"

"Don't say that," her hand squeezes yours, "You need to take care of yourself, ok?" You refuse to meet her gaze once again making her speak up, "Can you do that for me Y/n?"

"Yeah," you whisper, giving her a small smile, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me dear," her tone motherly, "Now, do you want to crash here in a guest room?"

"I need to get back home," you considered her offer for a moment but remembered your morning class tomorrow, well today as it was early in the morning, and did not fancy travelling to the college from here. "I just need to find out what buses are still running-"

"I'm not letting you get a bus at this time," her voice leaves no room for arguing, "What would your mother say if I let you do that?"

"Probably nothing," you mutter, Wanda not able to hear the comment. "I need to get home though."

"I'll take you home then," she stands up, moving to grab a glass of water to drink before she drives you back.

"What about the twins? You can't leave them alone," as soon as the words left your lips the front door opened, Vision entered the house, face paling at the look Wanda was giving him, her head tilting to the side slightly.

"Vision can stay with them while I take you home," she states, Vision lowering his head as he walks up the stairs of the house, Wanda helping you put all your things away and walking you to her car. You climb into the red vehicle, Wanda following suit and motioning for you to enter your address in the sat nav.

The drive is only about twenty minutes but the whole journey passed in a blur, you just enjoying the company of the older woman. She assured you many times that she didn't mind taking you home, wanting to make sure you got there safely. During the drive you occasionally glance over at her, admiring her side profile and noticing how her fingers drummed against the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing.

"This is it," you say, a little embarrassed, your apartment block is nothing in comparison to her house. "Thank you once again Wanda for the ride," you turn to her, a smile gracing your lips.

"No problem, dear," her eyes look over at your building before returning back to you, "Have a good night, Y/n," she calls out when you start to climb out of the car, grabbing your backpack from the backseats.

"You too Wanda," your hands hold your bag strap, Wanda's heart melting how cute you look before shaking the thought away. "Get home safely," you tease, copying her words from whenever she walks you to the door after babysitting.

"See you soon Y/n," she says while you open the door to the building, putting her car in reverse and heading back home with you on her mind.

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As a brit, Yelena naming the dog Fanny will forever been funny

I hope you enjoyed :)

Please leave any thoughts/comments/votes <3 I really appreciate them!

Ao3- LoveIsAnImaginaryDagger

[cripplecharacters]

Hello. I am writing a character with intellectual disability, and I have found your posts about that really helpful. Thank you for taking the time to make them.

I am trying to do research and write him well, and I was hoping you could give me some advice on how to do that. My problem is that I would like to describe the way he speaks and the sound of his voice, but I'm not sure how to do that respectfully.

What I would like to describe is the way he takes a little longer to complete his sentences, needs more time than others do to plan what he's going to say, and pronounces some sounds a bit differently because of motor skills issues. I want to honor his unique voice and also help readers understand that he is noticeably disabled.

Are there any words or terms that would be really good/preferred to describe this sort of thing? And, on the other side, is there anything stereotypical or hurtful that should be avoided?

Thank you!

Hi!

I recommend our guide on writing speech disabilities!

In-dialogue, you can try showing him taking a break mid-sentence or using a lot of filler words/sounds to show that he's taking his time. You can spell them out in his speech, but I wouldn't overuse it - you can put more of them at the start, but later your readers will remember that that's how he talks, and occasional reminders should be enough.

It's important to remember that 1) ableists often mock the things I just mentioned, and 2) they're nonetheless real and real life people (me) talk with those patterns. I'd urge you to show them as just how he talks, not something that's inherently "annoying" or "child-like". Stray away from any sorts of infantilizing comparisons in general (that is, if he's not an actual child).

For him taking longer to plan what he is going to say, that's very real lol. How it shows (or doesn't show) will be very personal, I specifically tend to look up + fidget with my hands and people who know me can recognize that it means I'm trying to say something but need a moment (though strangers also often get it). But he can show it completely differently of course.

I don't think there's a consensus on what's the best way of "spelling out" someone's speech disability. My personal preference is leaving it out of the actual speech, but making it clear in the dialogue tags. It's also easier for readers who might have reading disabilities or not be native speakers of the language you write in. So you could make it clear there whether it's that he's slurring words, has a lisp, or stutters.

For terms, a lot of the accurate ones have also been used to mock how we talk. "Slow" would be the best example, "loud" would be there as well. A lot of us will talk slow, a lot will talk very loudly. I do the latter, and I know people who do both or neither. The key is to say it in a way that's neutral and not pass it off as some funny quirk or an outright gag. It's just a speech characteristic, the same way that someone could have a lower pitched voice, or speak very softly.

You can also show him struggling to follow the flow of the conversation. So sometimes it could be that he just loses the main topic and just asks what the discussion has been about (I do that all the time), or continues going on the subject that the other character(s) already moved on from.

Thanks for the ask and being thoughtful about it! I hope this helps

mod Sasza

[zorosdimples]

there seems to be this common sentiment that you’re only allowed to feel lonely when you’re physically isolated—when you don’t have friends, when you’re estranged from family, etc. but the truth is that loneliness is much more of a mental struggle—a frame of mind—than it is a physical state of being or a verifiable fact.

for example: think about a point in your life where you have felt incredibly and all-consumingly alone. sure, maybe you didn’t have many people around you. but i’m also willing to bet that there was at least one person in your life that cared—be it a friend or a partner or a teacher. but you didn’t confide in or open up to anyone because you either 1. were embarrassed; 2. thought they wouldn’t understand; or 3. didn’t want to be a burden.

none of these hang-ups are indicative of us actually having no one to speak to—no loved ones to comfort us. rather, they’re our own mental struggles which reflect our personal insecurities and emotions. at the end of the day, having friends around you doesn’t mean that you can’t (or won’t) have days where you feel isolated. you can have a sea of friends and family and mentors who adore you; but they can’t exactly reach out to that solitary place in your mind.

it’s silly to gatekeep feelings of isolation, especially on the internet. when people bring up “cliques” on tumblr, it’s usually rooted in a place of insecurity—one that we can all empathize with, as social media tends to exacerbate our personal feelings of inadequacy. but also, these individuals are generally pointing to small friend groups. a group friends isn’t inherently cliquish, because calling them such would mean that they are at their root exclusionary.

defining inclusivity within an online space is difficult, but often, people are quick to cry “clique” without any nuance. if someone is kind to you, i wouldn’t call that exclusionary behavior—would you? are they barring you from public spaces? are they actively targeting or harassing you? if not, your feelings are exactly that: your feelings. we can’t project our insecurities onto others and assume the worst; we need to give others the benefit of the doubt. we all have lives offline that are often more difficult than we will ever divulge.

i guess what i’m trying to say is that while we all are allowed to (and do, at times) feel lonely, we are each responsible for regulating our own emotions. going out of your way to blame others for your problems—when you have no evidence, no established patterns of behavior to reference—is childish. instead, let’s assume good intent, love on one another, and always be open to growth.

[angelkiyo]

groomsmen! kita shinsuke x reader : falling behind

a/n: no warnings, just tooth rotting fluff and this being fairly short, enjoy !

growing up, kita shinsuke had never been one to consider love or romance. to him, falling in love and the idea of romance seemed far-fetched and didn’t seem to be in the cards for him. since childhood and middle school, he has perfected and articulated his schedule and routines to follow. because of these thought out patterns throughout the trajectory of his life, he gets to live life peacefully as a rice farmer and have his business booming. though nothing on his schedule had ever said about meeting a partner? so when his old friend, aran, was getting married and asked shinsuke who his date was, shinsuke couldn’t give him an answer.

aran was getting married, osamu and his girlfriend were expecting, and atsumu was going to propose to his fiancée after the paris olympics. what was shinsuke going to do?

“so you need a date to a wedding? which is when?” you took another sip of your tea as you eyed shinsuke. your grandmother has been friends with his since birth, leading for the two of you to be close. you went to a girls academy as he went to inarizaki, you played tennis while he had volleyball and you were a successful lawyer and had promised to help shinsuke if he was ever sued due to his rice business. you promised to help with anything in general. you two are best friends. apart from his grandma, you’re the person he’s closest with.

shinsuke took a bite out of his pastry, “next week.”

your face shifted into one of slight annoyance as you sipped your drink again, “shin, that’s so— why’d you ask me so last minute?”

the two of you were at a local cafe with the intention to catch up, where shinsuke’s date problem to the wedding was revealed. asking you to come with him was something he hadn’t thought of before meeting up. he hasn’t seen you in two years due to conflicting schedules and the fact that you spend a lot of time in tokyo, only going to hyōgo to visit sometimes. you’ve changed and he’s noticed. you look more mature.

shinsuke gave you a pleading look, “i mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but i would really like you to.”

you pursed your lips and shrugged, “well i can’t just let you rent a girlfriend when you have me.” he smiled at you as you lightly laughed. he felt his chest tighten but brushed it off as heart burn.

———————-

the day of the wedding came faster than he had expected. you were going to meet him at the reception outside in the parking lot. he felt himself fiddle with his cuff links in anxiety. he could always rely on you, he just didn’t know why his hands felt so clammy and why his heartbeat was raising. though, when he saw you step out of your uber, he felt his heart in his stomach and his face soften as you scurried to him, giving him such a saccharine smile. he felt like that for the whole night, soaking up your presence as you hung around his arm. the way you were simply able to speak without overthinking your words and your wit, was refreshing. he enjoyed being there with you, he always has. he felt his senses go into hyperdrive as you were closer with him tonight.

with that said, when he saw you catch the flower bouquet from the bride and clearly look at him flustered afterward, noted by the groom and groomsmen, he felt his heart beating faster than ever. the sore sight of you under the wedding spotlight, shining on your beautiful figure and ethereal features, looking at him, made him feel like he was melting. it felt almost uncanny as when it was time for aran to throw the garter, shinsuke caught it. aran went to shinsuke and held him by the shoulder, “if that isn’t a sign, man, i don’t know what is.” he looked at you, laughing in embarrassment as he headed back to your table.

a sign?

you waved the bouquet at him and laughed, "look at our luck, shin!"

he felt blood rise in his cheeks as he chuckled, “yup!” he felt a stupid smile grow on his face as his face burned. he never felt this giddy? you’ve always been this way. you’ve always been so sweet. he just felt your entire presence hit him like a bullet train. he felt a tug at his suit jacket to see you standing up, motioning to the dance floor, “c’mon shin, i like this song.”

it was a type of bossa-nova song, he knew you loved the genre and took your hand. he saw atsumu, rintarō, and aran give him a thumbs up from his peripheral vision and snorted. as he danced with you amongst the crowd on the dance floor, he couldn’t help but still feel so nervous. the candle lit chandelier shining on your face showed your features in such a beautiful way, shinsuke didn’t know how to describe it. he’s known you for 26 years and this was the first time he really got to see you. it was stupid, really, that he hasn’t seen you like this before.

you leaned towards him and smiled, “im glad you asked me to go with you, shin. you look so handsome.” he saw your smile and felt his heartbeat accelerate. he’s surprised he hasn’t dropped dead from a heart attack yet, “you look so beautiful…”

you slapped his bicep as you laughed, “geez shin, you’ve never called me that before. you flatter me.” as the two of you swayed to the soft music, you just kissed him. it was more of a peck but enough to get shinsuke’s face red. the two of you widened your eyes at each other as you looked away, “im sorry, i just—“

“it’s fine.”

you looked at him again and smiled, “did i tell you that you looked really handsome tonight?”

he laughed and gave you a light spin. maybe romance was in the cards for him after all...

[sukunaology]

Hello, I am a first time reader. May I please request for Yandere Nanami Kento one shot wherein his darling is trying to hide from him inside their shared home.

𝚗.𝚔. — 𝚓𝚓𝚔

a/n: hihi !! thank you for requesting!! i was so excited to see my first request! i hope i fulfilled what you asked for you! kento is a new character to write for me so i hope i do him justice lolol

w/c: 758

synopsis: in which you screw up royally

trigger warnings: pet names (dear, darling), general yandere scariness, kidnapping mentions, forced financial dependency, mentions of violence, mention of punishment, forced domestic roles and spanking. MDNI, read under the cut.

it hadn't been long since kento had brought you back to his home. you still have nightmares of that moment when you had been knocked out and taken to the home that he had recently bought. he told you that it was perfect, it would be just you and him, in a shared domestic bliss.

though in your eyes, it did not feel that way. even though you greeted him every evening at the door, you never ever truly loved him. it was a matter of survival for you.

you quickly learned kento's pattern, if you had disobeyed or made any attempt to run away, he would bend you over his knee or he'd lock you up in that strangely large basement depending on the severity. kento isn't quick to anger, in fact, compared to everyone else, he has loads of patience toward you. he didn't mind that dinner was not always ready when he came home. he didn't mind that learning how to sow took you a long time. it was only when you decided to challenge that domestic fantasy he had created that were you subject to the worst of kento.

"dear, i'm going to work now"

his voice pulls you from the chasm of your mind, and you look up at him. you feel his lips press gently against your forehead, his hands cupping your cheeks. you lean into his touch, feeding his fantasies. you began to notice that he trusted you more than he did in the past.

he lets you watch tv for a certain amount of time, he lets you outside when he is home. he also started letting you access the knives in the kitchen, you hadn't tried to test his patience since the last time he had locked you in the basement.. but today you felt brave.

you walk kento to the door, giving him a final goodbye kiss. you wave as he enters his car and he drives away.

closing the door, you decide to occupy your time by reading books or doing menial chores around the house, it's the only thing you can really do. you watched carefully as the clock ticked by, waiting for that very specific time. 3'oclock. this busiest hour of kento's office job.

when that fated time clicks on the clock hands, you get up and carefully head to the farthest window down the hallway that connects the living room to the stairs. you push up the window lock and you cheer mentally as it opens with no problem. it seems easy.. almost too easy, but you pay no mind to the minute details of the moment.

pulling yourself up to the window ledge, you freeze as you notice the green light reflection in the window. your hands feel clammy as you jump down, closing the window. you turn slowly, meeting face to face with the camera. damn it. you should have seen that coming

kento plans everything

he knows everything you do

he must be coming home now.

in the distance, outside the door, you can hear the tires of kento's car tires screech. you shake out of your stupor to find a place to hide. instinctively, you go where you always hide when kento gets like this. the bedroom closet. predictable, but it allows you a moment to get ready for what is to come.

like clockwork, you hear the door slam. his footsteps stomp up the steps and you can hear as he enters the bedroom. "dear, come out. now" he speaks evenly, but you know of the hell that will come to you. you might as well face it now. you get up from your fetal position and you step out of the closet door.

kento sits on the edge of the bed, and he gives a stern yet disappointed look. "i expected better from you, darling. you know what to do, come here"

you do as you are told and you come to him, you bend over his knee. he hikes up your pants, "we'll do fifteen. this will help you remember exactly what happens if you do this again" clenching the sheets from where you lay, you prepare yourself for the first hit.

then the next

the next

and the next

it feels like forever before it is over. he rubs his hand up and down your back as you sob, the stinging pain hitting you like a freight train. "i know it hurts, but you'll do good to remember that this is for your own good darling"