#i Love dishonored clothes btw

[whaledocboi]

"master, i dont think its a good idea to send camila on undercover missions, by this rate everyone in dunwall will know her face"

dishonored au

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hiii could you do a fic of Frollo x a gypsy/romani reader, where he's madly in love with the reader and the reader loves him back? I love your fics btw!!!

My only light

warning : fluff, implied comfort, age gap, fem reader, kissing

Info : Hiii dear anon thank you so much for this request (very happy that you like my fics) finally a disney one and for Frollo ahhh. I really liked writing this so have fun reading and everyone else too ;)

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She was his light, his fire, his angel. She was what he had always been looking for in his life. He had never committed sin but he would have done anything for her and she would have done everything for him. Her Judge.

His wife at his side the view of the unusual couple on the people of paris was still not clear even the archdean did not know at first if it was all a trick so that the judge would get more power. But no, it was not. Judge Claude Frollo had indeed lost his cold, stony, selfish, sinful heart to a woman. His beautiful wife.

His angel who was in her prime and would stay with him for a long time. ,,My gift from God" as he sometimes called her when they got out of the carriage together in public or when he took her with him to parties.

The meeting of the two was so unlikely that it could only have come from God. The judge left his residence and rode through the streets on his horse to get to the tailor.

The annual spring festival was just around the corner, and what better way to express prosperity than with clothes and jewelry. It was an easy walk to the tailor through the streets of his town plagued by sinners, whores, drunks and addicts.

A city that was on the brink of the abyss and could only be brought to salvation through him. Redemption that he would unwittingly bring to them with a woman at his side.

The small golden bell on the door announced his entrance as always he was unflattered by the owner but the judge was only interested in the important fabrics the dark purple and red the black for his robe as his eyes brightened a little.

It was colorful fabric that should not be in the department here. Lifting his gaze, his eyes met hers. His lovely flower. The long dark hair that lay beautifully against her body, the lips as if she had tasted a cherry and the juice had kissed her.

The captivating eyes behind the long eyebrows, the moving body and the "exotic" skin that peeked out from under the colorful clothes. But it was her smile that captivated him, not something of a witch, not a dishonorable gypsy. The smile of his angel. A meeting that brought the two of them together in a small shop.

The traveling nun who helped people on her journeys through the country, blessing them, giving them gifts and caring for them. His counterpart, where he had hate she had love, where she had luck he had bad luck. She in her prime, he under the moon almost at the end.

They were each other's side for better or worse. But it was a meeting that brought them both together. He enjoyed her stories and she enjoyed his clavichord which he played for her every night when she was on the couch.

They shared a glass of wine and maybe he felt young again for a moment when she took his hand and danced with him around the music room. Her lovely smile she gave him that warmed his heart everytime over and over. Her sweet kisses like a little fire on his skin that she gave him.

He stroked her hair, smelling the lavender scent that emanated from her. The flowers and blossoms were her passion as he found out. It was only necessary for him to present her with books, with flowers he had shipped in from other countries.

Her room had almost become a jungle through which he had to navigate to get to his wife. Where she welcomed him with a smile as always got into his arms and showed him what she has found out.

A new world for the man who only knew hate and sins but soon saw the beauty in her work. ,,My Judge," she always joked, knowing that he also had a nickname for her when he kissed the ring he had given her, the ring that sealed their marriage. It seemed that Frolllo's image of the two of them was not only washed clean by the way they behaved.

She showed him a world without sin, they both built children's homes, hospital camps and even enjoyed the time of feastivals. ,,I could never say no...not to my angel," he whispered to her as the two of them sat on the wooden thrones under the tent. His gaze on her as always, love in his eyes, love in her smile she gave him.

The best thing about the festival was that his hands, which were always folded on his lap, were taken by his angel. She stroked his fingers and he gave her a gentle smile before the party began. Knowing full well that she was always there for him...and he would have been for her.

A festival of which the masses of people made a picture of love between the judge who would soon no longer be considered heartless. Because his love for his wife, the love they found for each other seemed biblical and endless.

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[uncontrol-freak]

Hi! your thoughts about Jind-/BONK I mean do you have DH OCs?? it just hit me i don't even know. Else I was trying to find smth about Void Boi and Corb but *shrugs*. Maybe, do you happen to have musics, flowers, scents, anything for them? or you can just rant about them 👋​

hiiiiii sorry for a late response, there was a matter that required my immediate attention and then I fell asleep, suddenly too exhausted to exist in material plane and ponder the same questions I always do and btw I'm gonna shove my response under cut because it got ridiculously long haha sorry not sorry.

I don't really have Dishonored OCs (well ackchyually I have some but they all are related to my fic Abyssal and I dunno how much sense it will make if I speak of them out of this context. plus, there's not much to tell if I want to avoid spoilers. I dunno how those 3 people reading it feel about spoilers so gonna keep mysteriously quiet)

and oh man, the Void Boi and Corb.....

some time ago I made corvosider playlist with that gorgeous Arcade Fire song (and few other good ones but to me, 'My body is a cage' is the ultimate corvosider song and nothing tops it. it still holds me in a chokehold since the first time I've heard it and still gives me the same degree of "yessss it's THEM" and awe. also that organ makes my skin crawl aaaaaaaa I'm so normal about this song not normal at all). and yeah "Scorpio rising" from that playlist is like modern au corvosider and I imagine them wearing punk clothing and witnessing the end of the world <3

never really thought about flowers or scents alone, but there are perfumes I associate strongly with them. I love me a good perfume (and it's a completely different story how I choose them) and from what I own, I assign this one to Outsider. when I first tried it in the shop I was overwhelmed by fact how Him it was. I adore it wholeheartedly and it's the one and only perfume I still haven't gotten sick of. Corvo smells like this one. prolly my thinking is just shaped by a fan canon that he must smell like spice so this perfume with leading cinnamon and bergamot notes is definitely him. and this one was originally Corvo's but Outsider grew liking it way too much so now they both use it (seriously though, it fits them both and it's a unique and unusual scent so yeah. THEM. corvosider perfume?? lmao)

and aksjdskjdskjdksdj I just love them so fucking much and I think of them so fucking much (because I'm writing A Very Important chunk of my fic and I Need To Feel It) and yeah it's my fav pairing and yeah I love putting them in fun unusual aus (like my tentacled au hehe I'm so normal about my tentacled au) and yeah I guess I won't get tired of them anytime soon <3

[yonemurishiroku]

Alabaster's Golden Sword "Primrosa", - a precious relic in the Torrington family and it has its own story... a sad and romantic story.

The grandfather of Alabaster, - Cornelius Aurelius Torrington was a Roman demigod, the heir of Mercury and the son of Mars, and during his youth and service in the legion, he loved a beautiful young man, the son of Bellona and the heir of Cupid named James Ellis Jackson.

They had been friends since childhood, and in adolescence they entered into a relationship, everything was fine and cloudless in their lives — they loved each other passionately, the service to new Rome proceeded calmly and qualitatively, there were only a couple of years left and they could live in new Rome, go to college, study, find a job and create a family…

Things couldn't be good forever.

One of the senators, Octavian Lucius, [the future great-uncle of a pale-faced augur] fell passionately in love with James and tried to take care of him, but the young man rejected him, the failed cavalier did not tolerate such impudence…

Just one dinner, just one sip of wine, a cloudy consciousness and pain all over his body... it was the most disgusting night in James' life.

Jackson was angry at his dishonor and the bastard Octavian, the offended soul moaned piteously and demanded retribution.

And he got his revenge.

Hot blood stained his face and clothes, the iron dagger almost immediately fell out of his hands, the senator unsuccessfully covered his open neck with his hand, clung to James' legs, Octavian was tried to save, but the snake venom with which the dagger was soaked turned out to be faster.

He was tried according to all Roman rigor and rigidity, Octavian's crime against James was not even considered, the decision was made quickly — execution.

But on the night before the execution of the punishment, Cornelius and Estelle Royce, his close friend, the daughter of Apollo and the heiress of Libera, who is able to control the fog at a high level, entered James' cell.

They told James the plan for his rescue — the guards are now sleeping soundly drunk, two pegasus are ready for a long flight, James and Estelle will escape from Rome together.

Cornelius cannot escape with them, he does not specify the reason, although James guesses ....

James kisses him without saying anything and gives Cornelius his blade in the form of a golden ring.

Two pegasus hidden by a thick layer of fog ascend into the sky, two hearts weep bitterly about their separation.

...............Hold on I need time to comprehend all this family drama. I'm seeing Alabaster and Percy (and Octavian, but we'll just leave him there) reference and to think that years down the line, Alabaster would wish to take Percy's life...

The ancestors are weeping.

Btw I like how this explains how Alabaster, despite being a Greek demigod, has an Imperial Gold sword in his possession. I mean. Haley Riordan clearly had some tricks up his sleeves for that----

[psiioniichearts]

Red Death (Créme Brulee & Red Velvet Prince AU)

[ Part of a Cookie Run Kingdom Prince AU with Créme Brulee and Red Velvet by @cupcakestreets (part one & part two), go read those first to get an idea of the surrounding plot. Wanted to write a little thingy about the outside view in. Btw Cake if you see this not sorry I'm forcefully making your cast bigger by inserting these two LMAO ]

"Truly, your inability to read the room continues to astound me, Madeleine."

The knight in question gaped openly at the sardonic accusation, comically violently shaking his head like a hound before puffing his chest up indignantly, both of which Espresso found profoundly unimpressive and rolled his eyes at it. He returned to his attention to much more deserving matters—namely, picking ingredients for his alchemic mixes from the Créme Kingdom's surprisingly sundry garden. While the selection was meager in comparison to other kingdom's garden, he found the gardener Herb to be exceptional at maintaining the plants, yielding the best results in his concoctions.

A little fieldwork never halted his pursuits as a royal alchemist, though venturing out here did mean he ran the risk of being accosted by a particular nuisance with the name of Sir Madeleine, a devote paladin from another neighboring kingdom who nonetheless defied every expectation of knightly stoicism by being obnoxiously loud and optimistic...two traits he was showing off excessively at the moment.

Seeing no way to escape this unfortunate interaction, Espresso reiterated wryly, "I suppose I should know better than to expect you understand this, but it was an arranged marriage. They are not in love, and I believe it would be in your best interest to avoid saying aloud. Others may not be as forgiving as I was to correct you."

"If that was your show of mercy, I fear the one deserving of your wrath," Madeleine said, face pulled into a pout. Never one to remain dower however, he continued, "Well, I'll admit to my error in believing it was purely a romantic pursuit. Although, I did spy the foreign prince and his Highness in this very garden earlier, and they seemed to be getting along nicely! Indeed Espresso, is it so impossible to believe they might find content with each other?"

"Yes, it is," retorted Espresso, peeling off a glove to massage between his brows before scowling up at the paladin from his crouched position, "You cannot possibly tell me you are unaware of the unsavory reputation Prince Red Velvet and his kingdom possess."

"No, I am aware," he replied, becoming uncharacteristically serious as his smiling face pulled into a slight frown. He glanced around, perhaps to check if they were truly alone, before looking back down at the alchemist to add, "It would be dishonorable of me to speak....poorly of his Highness Prince Créme Brulee's fiancé upon his land, however..."

"'However' nothing, Madeleine." Espresso stood, not quite satisfied with the amount of material he'd collected but unwilling to continue this conversation with the other; and too perhaps being a tad concerned there were unwanted eavesdroppers. He moved to stand at the knight's shoulder, and under the pretense of wrapping his ingredients in cloth, asked in a subdued tone, "What do you know about the prince?"

"Not as much as I would like considering he is betrothed to the heir of the Créme Kingdom," answered Madeleine, who thankfully picked up the tone of the conversation by now and had also quieted himself. "As you know, I travel far afield as a paladin, and everything I have heard about the kingdom he hails from is...not good, to say the least. I will not go as far as to say it shakes my faith in this kingdom, but to have his Highness marrying Prince Red Velvet-..."

"It does not seem like anything yet," Espresso indirectly corrected, "It's too early to see the signs, but I know this pattern. That kingdom, his kind...they are like a disease that spreads without symptom. Hoping from place to place like an illness infiltrates a community, eventually, everything and everyone here will be ripped up by their roots, revealing their sinister nature and the infection within."

"By then, it'll be far too late for a cure, and it starts with this marriage to Prince Créme Brulee. I cannot imagine, even at the shallow attempts to make it seem they are 'getting along' as you say, that it is reflective of the impending disaster."

"..." Madeleine's frown deepened, brow furrowing as he thought. Inwardly, Espresso wondered where this silent, pensive attitude was earlier when he was trying to harvest in peace.

Coming out of he reverie, he stated firmly, "You are welcome to criticize me for this, however I would believe his Highness can inspire a change in Prince Red Velvet. I have spoken with him on occasion, and I can say with confidence that he is not as passive and fragile as he seems. Rather, he has a remarkable ability to sway the souls of others, through his words and his music."

"In fact, I will criticize you for that one," grumbled Espresso, instantly growing exhausted with the other's persistent attempts of salvaging this dire situation, "Don't you understand? The Velvet Kingdom has proved time and time again they will never change. They only know violence, and they will wring out this kingdom just as they've done so many others."

"Ah, but I meant the prince," Madeleine countered, this time the one to indirectly correct what Espresso was implying. "Kingdoms and succession may be built upon smoke and mirrors, royal illusions of possessing virtues that fail to deliver when asked to make show of it, but individuals are different. They are always capable of change, and can deem to surprise you in the most devastating ways."

"Hmph," was all the response he received. Madeleine laughed, shaking his head again, but unlike his usual booming laughter, it rang hollow and distorted like an altered church bell. It was enough to warrant Espresso's specific attention, and he faced the other fully to examine his expression.

He found a careful facsimile of confidence, a painted mural depicting the might of ancient dragons that could be washed away with mere rain. Madeleine, in all his pride, wore a lopsided smile strained at the edges, a tremulous bridge over an abyss of despair as he stared out and into the peaceful calm of the garden. His faith allowed him to believe in what was definitely undefinable, and he extended it even now to the unprovable: that Red Velvet could change.

But the implication of failure, the weight of the future should he be proven wrong, settled heavy on his shoulders. Espresso felt it too, strangely resigned and sympathetic in that moment to know even the most well-believing man he could think would know to doubt.

"...Come, let me walk you to the gate," he stated unexpectedly, shaking Espresso a bit. He nodded wordlessly, still unmoored, feeling like he was bracing for an inevitable storm.

Just as they were to step out of the garden, Madeleine added, with a grim sense of finality: "You know, it was...fascinating that you described them as a disease. Of all the fearful titles given to their prince...I found the most appropriate one to be 'Red Death'."

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Left alone behind a dividing wall of green, a sole witness as a silent songbird in a crystalline cage, the Prince Créme Brulee finally sings. And he weeps.

[faulty-writes]

Could I pls get a drabble/one-shot of a "scary goth girl" shyly confessing to Tenya saying they really admire his dedication to his morals and find his chopping and speech pattern cute. (You write it perf btw) How he'd deal with someone usually so blunt, borderline sadistic in battle, and strong willed who follows their own morals (not necessarily the rules or his own morals) liking him and saying part of her behavior is because she's not good at socializing. Not bc she wants to be rude. Thanks!

[ Let's see how long I can make a drabble, my drabble style is more like 1000 words, give or take. Curse my love for Tenya. Haha, I hope you enjoy this. Also being borderline goth myself, I love this.]

Even without an impressive quirk, there are many other fundamentals that could cause others to cast judgment on you. In your case, despite being in the hero course and tagging behind some of the lesser students in the class. Your overall gothic-like appearance caused others to avoid you.

Typically in addition to the standard gray blazer and red tie, you wore a black vest with combat boots. Your nails were always painted black and shaped into fine points which only added to your overall intimidating and sadistic nature which mainly showed when you were training or in battle.

You never held back and though it was a tad dishonorable, you never waited for your opponent to get back onto their feet. Rather you continued to enact justice upon them until you were claimed the victor.

Your face was usually decorated with various shades of black or deep purple makeup and your hair was just as dark and typically hid a good portion of your face. You were rather quiet and seemingly a loner which caused some rumors to float around about you.

But you never minded your solitude, especially considering you weren't that good at socializing. However, there was one person you wanted to speak to more than anyone. The class president and fellow hero in training, Iida Tenya.

Yet trying to find the courage or even figure out how you could possibly talk to him was somewhat of a mystery and you knew that not many would believe you had feelings for Tenya. But somehow, fate seemed to give you a chance to confess one day after school when you were assigned to clean the classroom with him.

You'd be lying if you said your heart wasn't intensely pounding when you were alone with Tenya. But you were mindlessly hanging halfway out of the window as you shook out some of the cleaning cloths you had used to wipe down the board and desks with.

“Ah, I believe the last costume box is properly cleaned and organized,” came Tenya’s voice as he leaned back up and pushed his glasses into place with a confident smile. He then turned his attention to you.

“Y/n!” he called politely and you froze when you heard his gentle steps coming towards you. However, they quickly came to a pause which only made you more nervous as you knew he was now standing directly behind you. Part of you debated about jumping out of the window, but you weren’t normally one to avoid your problems.

Not that you would classify Tenya as a problem, and you knew you wouldn’t get anywhere by avoiding your feelings. So you took a deep breath and slowly pulled back from the window to turn around and face him. He stood there, towering over you with that same smile on.

He then raised his arm and began to chop it through the air in a rhythmic pattern, his fingers tightly pressed together and you always thought it a mystery as to how Tenya kept his hand so still when moving it through the air like that.

Still, you didn’t say anything as he began to speak. “Forgive me for inquiring this as I do not mean to be rude or imply you to work faster, but are you done with the cleaning cloths? I wish to use them,” he stated and your fingers curled into said cloths which were resting against the front of your thighs.

“Oh…” you glanced down, turning your hand before running your thumb across one of the cloths. You had shaken it out enough and more than likely all the dirt that was previously sticking to it was gone. “Uh...y-yeah...here!” you said frantically, not meaning to raise your voice but due to your nerves, you couldn’t help yourself.

Tenya took a step back, seemingly bewildered by the volume of your voice before he raised his eyebrow. “Ah yes,” he said as he once again raised his hand. “Thank you very much, Y/n,” he reached out with his opposite hand to take the cloth. However, your hand didn’t seem to budge even as Tenya tried to pull the cloth out of it.

“Hm?” he looked confused for a moment, staring at your conjoined hands before he looked back at you. “Are...are you feeling unwell?” he questioned and you glanced down at his feet while your fingers curled around his hand tightly causing the tips of your nails to dig into the skin of his hand.

The faint throbbing in your ears from your heartbeat was the only sound you heard before you suddenly lifted your head. “Iida,” you stated, pressing your opposite hand to your chest. “I like you,” the words left your mouth before you could properly register them.

Then you felt your face grow hot, “I...I m-mean uh...your morals!” you exclaimed as you leaned closer to him. “I like your morals and how you chop your hand through the air and your mannerisms are...um...c-cute,” you blurted out before once more looking at the floor, leaving Tenya speechless.

He opened his mouth but immediately closed it before turning his head. You heard him clear his throat, “I...that is quite...a sudden confession I…” he glanced back and forth trying to gather his words as he released your hand and stepped closer to you.

“Forgive my assumptions, I thought you were quite antisocial, so I did not wish to speak to you if it caused you any discomfort," despite knowing he should reach out to his fellow students and put their best interests first. "However, you do not display any qualities regarding your personality that could be depicted as rude," he concluded.

"Perhaps you and I are similar as I find myself struggling with socializing with others as most are quite put off by my way of speech and actions, yet you find them...quite acceptable,” he said, his voice fading off into slight disbelief as you lifted your head to look at him.

Your cheeks still burning red which caught Tenya’s attention. “You look ill, do you require water or medical attention?” he questioned and you immediately shook your head. “Ah...I see, very well!” his hand once more raised in the air, accompanied by his opposite one as well.

“I find your efforts in presenting differently quite admirable as well, and I rather appreciate you holding such admiration towards me. Perhaps we can ‘hang out’ after we are through with cleaning the classroom," though he normally only 'hung out' with Uraraka and Izuku.

"I do believe we can learn quite valuable lessons from one another in regards to socializing and such, does that sound acceptable to you?” he questioned as his hands continued to frantically move with every word he spoke, almost like he had his own form of sign language but yet again you found it to be an adorable gesture and nodded in response.

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Anon 1 said:

Hey i can’t remember what it was called but i can’t find this post ws fic? I remember it was raining a lot and one of them kept having panic attacks.

nyxvalentine said:

Hi there! Looking for a post WS explicit complete long chapter fic fic - they found Bucky/brought him back to the tower. At one point they have sofa sex on their floor in the tower (maybe right they get back from a mission?), Bucky is still in his tac gear/Steve is naked, and Steve is watching them in the mirror/getting off on how much bigger Bucky is and that he's clothed and Steve isn't. Also features Bucky becoming friends with Tony? Thank you!

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Anon 2 said:

So I’m looking for this one fic in which it’s Bucky who puts the plane in the ice and gets rescued but everyone thinks he’s Steve and he plays along till they find Steve as the winter soldier. It is a funny, one chapter fic, and there is this one scene in which Bucky stares at Thor, and says that he reminds him of someone he used to know when Nat asks. Could you help me find it?

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teenwasteland said:

I feel like I JUST saw this on the blog but now I can’t find it - Steve is Bucky’s physical therapist (for his amputated arm?) and there’s something like “when will you realize it’s a good idea to date me?” (NOT the one where Steve is in another relationship). Thank you so much in advance!!!!

miraishu sent in Untitled Bullshit* by hakunahistata, Izulkowa (complete | 16,678 | T) *suicidal ideation

sanctimoniavincent said: dubcon

I'm looking for a fic that was recommended on here before, but all I remember is that it was post-WS with Bucky and Steve in a dubcon relationship with Bucky using sex everytime he wants something from Steve, but Steve doesn't realize this until later.

Anon sent in Uberrima Fidei* by asocialconstruct (oneshot | 3,075 | E) *HTP, rape/noncon

lilyinthesnow said:

I'm looking for a fic & hope y'all can help, I read it a while back & can't find it after digging through my history & bookmarks. Steve listed Bucky as his spouse on his paperwork & Phillips made him change it, but Bucky kept the original that Steve filled out. Then in present day Pepper, I think, finds Bucky’s old jacket and found the paper that listed Bucky as Steve's spouse folded up in one of the pockets & all the Avengers find out about the two of them being together. Thank you! 

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youvejustthoughtofeverything said:

I'm looking for a story where Bucky recognizes Howard in 1991. Howard rescues Bucky and hides him away in a cryo chamber in a cabin hydra doesn't know about. Howard then gets killed because he goes to shieldra for help. 20 years later the cryo chamber shuts down and Bucky is let out. Someone posts a picture of him on social media calling him a lookalike for Bucky Barnes. It gets popular and both hydra and cap see it. At one point Tony recognizes the backpack Bucky has as his from the cabin.

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amused-koala831 said: sex work, miscarriage, mpreg

so I've have been going crazy trying to find this fic. it was a A/B/O fic where Steve is a omega and Bucky is an Alpha. Steve doesn't get the serum and ends up working in a brothel during the war that is Bucky's old family home under the name 'Grant' and when Bucky comes back from the war he works as security under the name 'sarge' Bucky realizes Grant is Steve. there is some talk abut Steve having miscarried a few pregnancy's. Steve gets pregnant with Bucky's daughter.

Anon sent in Like Rahab* by moonythejedi394 (complete | 131,789 | E) *rape/noncon

ketenkusu said:

I’m looking for a very angsty fic... Bucky and Steve are together but for some reason Bucky thinks Steve is about to leave him so he starts acting different, which makes Steve think Bucky wants to leave him. Any idea what fic it could be? 

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Anon 3 said:

Hi there! I'm dying trying to find this one fic I had read a while back where Steve was the captain of the football team and being an absolute wreck of a bisexual when he meets Bucky. The only other thing I can remember is Clint and Nat were together in this one too. Thank you for all your hard work btw!

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Anon 4 said:

Hello! There’s this one fic I lost the link to and I was hoping you’d be able to help find it. It’s a Coffeeshop AU, with barista!steve and veteran!bucky. I think it was a 5+1 Things kind of fic and basically Bucky kept giving Steve fake names until the +1 time. Thanks! :>

Anon 5 said:

hi! i've been looking for two fics, but i can't seem to find them anywhere. the first one is focused in buckys sister and in the end, after they die, his mother goes to their apartment and sees the beds together. buckys grandniece tells him that his mother got accepting w/ time and loved him. in the second one steve gets out of the ice and meets one of buckys relatives and he wears buckys dogtags, i think he becomes friend w/ an old lady who later teachers bucky how to dance ballet. thanks!!

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humapuma said:

I read a fic some time ago that followed TWS, where Bucky starts to remember himself. He hides in people's homes and at one time tries to sever the metal arm but it's sealed to his bone, so he just cuts through all the skin and muscle but eventually stops. Then he finds Steve at the tower and, as Steve is trying to clean him up, he finds the wounds and starts crying. Eventually Bucky tries to run away but Steve begs him to stay with him.

sadritsuka12 said: suicide attempt

Hi. Can you help me find when Steve try to kill himself.. Can't find it I think his mom stop him first then bucky came from a date and also stop from killing himself.

Anon 6 said:

I just lost this fic I was reading and I was hoping you could help me find it. hydra sent bucky to kill steve and called it a level 7 threat and bucky was confused as to why because steve didn’t seem at all dangerous. also sam worked at a bookstore called the corner and he was really nice to bucky. and steve figures out that he was being stalked and left bucky a sandwich. any idea? thanks in advance 

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[randomimaginesforrandompeople]

Ride me princess | Sweet pea smut

Requests: Hi! Can you do Sweet Pea imagine, where he is getting jealous of that reader is spending time with Jughead lately, so he wants to show her who she really belongs to (smut)? (Btw, sorry if I did some grammar mistakes, it's not my first language.) + Can you write like a long sweet pea smut please 

A/N: I decided to combine these requests, I hope you don’t mind, I also decided to make the reader Toni’s sister, to give more of a background! I’m not that great with smut so I hope you like it

You were a serpent by blood, your whole family was part of the serpents and you and your sister Toni kept the family tradition going. You and your sister joined around the same time as two other guys, Fangs Fogarty and Sweet pea. You and Sweet pea hit it off and started dating, you had been together for years now still going strong. That didn’t stop him from getting jealous though, he was very protective over you so even when a guy looked in your direction, he was dead meat.

That didn’t change when Jughead Jones transfered to South Side high it got even stronger. You and Toni had kept the red and black intact together and as Jughead was very interested in joining, you spent much time with him. You were a writer aswell and had a lot in common with Jughead, Sweet pea on the other hand didn’t like the Jones boy very much. Not just because he dishonored the serpent name but also because he spent a lot of time with you and kept you away from him with newspaper business.

Sweet pea lived on his own and you basically lived with him but since Jughead joined the newspaper, you were at southside high till late and spent less time with Sweet pea, so when you came in late one night he decided it was enough. Jughead had kept his girlfriend away from him for long enough, he’d make Jughead back off a little. ‘’Hey babe sorry I’m home late’’ You gave your boyfriend a quick kiss before removing your jacket and joining him on the couch.

‘’Are you okay? you seem upset’’ The tall boy turned to you ‘’I just don’t like how much time you’ve been spending with the Jones kid’’ You smiled, you thought it was cute he still got jealous after all this time ‘’Toni is with us, besides we just work on newspaper stuff it’s nothing’’ Sweet pea moved to kiss your neck ‘’I just want you to spend more time with me princess’’ Sweet pea liked calling you princess during sex so when you heard your nickname you swallowed hard. You were suddenly very aware of his lips on your neck and his fingertips who were outlining the snake tattoo on your hip.

‘’’What’s the matter princess? You’re so silent all of the sudden’’ You could feel him grin against you as he continued making lovebites around your neck, trailing down. ‘’I j-just’’ You stuttered, your neck was your sweet spot and he knew it, sucking on your skin ‘’I’m marking my territory’’ He pulled away and looked you in the eye ‘’Seems like I have to’’ The way he looked at you sent a spark to your core, you needed him right now.

You pulled him closer by his dog tags and crashed your lips against his, your hands going through his hair as he roamed his hands over your body. The kiss got more heated by the second and you felt like the two of you were wearing way too much clothes. You pulled away and took of your shirt, he did the same and lifted you onto his lap. The two of you continued your kiss as your hands fumbled with his belt, he pulled away with a grin ‘’Eager are we?’’ You nodded, the things he made you feel were insane.

‘’Too bad princess, you’re mine tonight so we’ll do things my way’’ He smirked and the dominant side of him made you even wetter than you were. He lifted you up and took you to the bedroom where he roughly dropped you on the bed, you didn’t know what he had in store for you but you couldn’t wait. He ghosted over you, he loved seeing the effect he had on you, his lips were attached to your neck again and you groaned, his pace was slow and you didn’t want to wait any more. He made lovebites all over your body, focusing on the neck area so they’d be visible. ‘’You’re all mine babygirl, don’t you forget it’’ You moaned as he finally got to the place where you needed him the most, he removed your panties and quickly inserted two fingers inside of you. The cold of his rings against your skin sent a shiver down your spine.

His pace was slow making you groan again ‘’Please baby, I need you’’ He smirked ‘’You need what?’’ ‘’I need you to fuck me, only you baby please’’ He grinned and quickened his pace ‘’All you had to do was ask’’ You moaned loudly as he kept hitting the right spot, his thumb was massaging your clit and you knew it wouldn’t take long before you came. You hadn’t felt like this in some time and everything overwhelmed you ‘’I’m close’’ You moaned loudly when he pulled away. ‘’Not so easily baby’’ He liked his fingers clean and it was the hottest thing you had ever seen. You pulled him in for another needy kiss, he flipped to two of you so you were on top.

‘’Why don’t you ride me princess? You look so good on top of me’’ You nodded, eager to finally get somewhere. You got rid of his boxers and grabbed a condom. Once everything was ready you slowly lowered yourself onto his length, Him being tall also reflected down there, you needed a little time to adjust before you started moving. Sweet pea let out a low groan as you started moving, he loved it when you rode him. He thought you looked absolutely stunning like that, seeing you all undone. He grabbed your hips to guide you and soon you were bouncing on him, The two of you were moaning loudly, both feeling an intense amount of pleasure.

‘’You look so good bouncing on me like that baby, and you’re all mine aren’t you princess?’’ You nodded ‘’I’m all yours and only yours baby’’ you breathed, He brought his hand to your clit for extra stimulation and it didn’t take long before you were close again ‘’I think I’m gonna..’’ ‘’Come for me princess’’ That was all it took for you to orgasm. It was one of the most powerful orgasms you had and Sweet pea came soon after. You rolled off of him and looked at him, the two of you panting. ‘’That was amazing’’ He grinned and pulled you against him ‘’You are amazing’’ He kissed the top of your head ‘’I love you Topaz’’ You smilend drew patterns on his chest ‘’I love you too sweets’’

[of-faunsandyellowflowers]

One of my biggest issues with organized religion (concerning Christians, Catholics, and Mormons, Jehovah's witnesses mostly) is the idea that in order to be a good person of faith, you must warn people about the devil, or convert people by going to other countries or door to door. It's always bugged me. (Please, if this doesn't obtain to you, then don't read it.) That being said I know I'll get hate from this.

When Christianity and Catholic religions started, they slaughtered the people who fought against them due to those people not wanting to be in said religion. It was mainly pagans, to which, btw, Christianity has stolen the majority of their beliefs and ideas from pagans, only to demonize said gods such as Pan, and using him as the face of the devil. Another interpreted image they used is of basphomet, the three horned god...so forth.

Pan is a god of wilderness is Greek mythology and paganism. He also is a god of beasts, fertility, ext.

Basphomet is both male and female, and from what I have studied, is a representation of fertility as well (but I cannot remember all he stands for).

In the eyes of old Christians, anything that is seen as deformed, dark, perverted, sexual in nature or part animal is depicted to be evil. Because "Jesus" is a human, and the son of their god, which is supposedly the ruler of the world. You must abide to his rule, never question, or you go to Hell.

Hell is viewed as a place where heathens go, fiery depth, torture, and is ruled by the devil. Anyone who commits a sin must be asked upon god to be forgiven, stay faithful and never question. The seven deadly sins in fact are all emotion or actions many humans do today. Such as envy, lust, gluttony and sloth. We ALL do those, so does that mean every single time we do this we MUST ask for forgiveness? Don't you all see something wrong here?

Gays, people who have sex before marriage, the whole nine yards that we all know about.

But to get on with what I wanted to say,

It is completely wrong to tear down another civilization and wipe out people or their faith due to the idea that YOURS is the true word. And this has happened for many many years. The crusades long ago, even the Vietnam war Americans tried to convert Buddhists to a Catholic faith, in which many people DIED.

I don't know many Christians or Catholics that have read their bible, front to cover. I've come accrossed many who claim that if the bible says something that it must be true, yet do not know certain passages.

I'm going to list passages about certain horrendous things, to which many of you may not know IS in the bible.

Rape:

Judges 21:10-24 NLT So they sent twelve thousand warriors to Jabesh-gilead with orders to kill everyone there, including women and children.  “This is what you are to do,” they said. “Completely destroy all the males and every woman who is not a virgin.”  Among the residents of Jabesh-gilead they found four hundred young virgins who had never slept with a man, and they brought them to the camp at Shiloh in the land of Canaan. The Israelite assembly sent a peace delegation to the little remnant of Benjamin who were living at the rock of Rimmon. Then the men of Benjamin returned to their homes, and the four hundred women of Jabesh-gilead who were spared were given to them as wives.  But there were not enough women for all of them.  The people felt sorry for Benjamin because the LORD had left this gap in the tribes of Israel.  So the Israelite leaders asked, “How can we find wives for the few who remain, since all the women of the tribe of Benjamin are dead?  There must be heirs for the survivors so that an entire tribe of Israel will not be lost forever.  But we cannot give them our own daughters in marriage because we have sworn with a solemn oath that anyone who does this will fall under God’s curse.” Then they thought of the annual festival of the LORD held in Shiloh, between Lebonah and Bethel, along the east side of the road that goes from Bethel to Shechem.  They told the men of Benjamin who still needed wives, “Go and hide in the vineyards.  When the women of Shiloh come out for their dances, rush out from the vineyards, and each of you can take one of them home to be your wife!  And when their fathers and brothers come to us in protest, we will tell them, ‘Please be understanding.  Let them have your daughters, for we didn’t find enough wives for them when we dest60royed Jabesh-gilead. And you are not guilty of breaking the vow since you did not give your daughters in marriage to them.'”  So the men of Benjamin did as they were told.  They kidnapped the women who took part in the celebration and carried them off to the land of their own inheritance.  Then they rebuilt their towns and lived in them.  So the assembly of Israel departed by tribes and families, and they returned to their own homes.

(Deuteronomy 22:28-29 NAB) If a man is caught in the act of raping a young woman who is not engaged, he must pay fifty pieces of silver to her father.  Then he must marry the young woman because he violated her, and he will never be allowed to divorce her. (Exodus 21:7-11 NLT) When a man sells his daughter as a slave, she will not be freed at the end of six years as the men are.  If she does not please the man who bought her, he may allow her to be bought back again.  But he is not allowed to sell her to foreigners, since he is the one who broke the contract with her.  And if the slave girl’s owner arranges for her to marry his son, he may no longer treat her as a slave girl, but he must treat her as his daughter.  If he himself marries her and then takes another wife, he may not reduce her food or clothing or fail to sleep with her as his wife.  If he fails in any of these three ways, she may leave as a free woman without making any payment.

That's only a few verses and passages about rape, to which are many more. You're bible condones rape. You don't get to pick and choose.

Slavery:

However, you may purchase male or female slaves from among the foreigners who live among you.  You may also purchase the children of such resident foreigners, including those who have been born in your land.  You may treat them as your property, passing them on to your children as a permanent inheritance.  You may treat your slaves like this, but the people of Israel, your relatives, must never be treated this way. (Leviticus 25:44-46 NLT)

When a man strikes his male or female slave with a rod so hard that the slave dies under his hand, he shall be punished.  If, however, the slave survives for a day or two, he is not to be punished, since the slave is his own property. (Exodus 21:20-21 NAB) Slaves, obey your earthly masters with deep respect and fear.  Serve them sincerely as you would serve Christ. (Ephesians 6:5 NLT) Christians who are slaves should give their masters full respect so that the name of God and his teaching will not be shamed.  If your master is a Christian, that is no excuse for being disrespectful.  You should work all the harder because you are helping another believer by your efforts.  Teach these truths, Timothy, and encourage everyone to obey them. (1 Timothy 6:1-2 NLT)

Once again, only a few. Slavery is condoned in the bible. And yes, I understand this book is very very old, but you do not get to pick and choose phrases from your bible and yet claim it to be true. You claim it to be true, you claim the whole thing. Why are we following a book that is over a 1000 years old?

Women:

Timothy 2:11-15 Let a woman learn quietly with all submissiveness. I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; rather, she is to remain quiet. For Adam was formed first, then Eve; and Adam was not deceived, but the woman was deceived and became a transgressor. Yet she will be saved through childbearing—if they continue in faith and love and holiness, with self-control. 1 Corinthians 14:34-35 The women should keep silent in the churches. For they are not permitted to speak, but should be in submission, as the Law also says. If there is anything they desire to learn, let them ask their husbands at home. For it is shameful for a woman to speak in church. 1 Corinthians 11:5 (this ones funny since you all love to claim hijabs are bad.) But every wife who prays or prophesies with her head uncovered dishonors her head, since it is the same as if her head were shaven. Ephesians 5:22-33  Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit in everything to their husbands. Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, Women are viewed as objects, wives, slaves and servants in the bible. They are below men in EVERY aspect.

Homosexuality:

Leviticus 18:22, "You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a female; it is an abomination."

1Leviticus 20:13, "If there is a man who lies with a male as those who lie with a woman, both of them have committed a detestable act; they shall surely be put to death. Their bloodguiltness is upon them."

1 Corinthians 6:9-10, "Or do you not know that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived; neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor homosexuals, 10 nor thieves, nor the covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers, shall inherit the kingdom of God."

Romans 1:26-28, "For this reason God gave them over to degrading passions; for their women exchanged the natural function for that which is unnatural, 27 and in the same way also the men abandoned the natural function of the woman and burned in their desire toward one another, men with men committing indecent acts and receiving in their own persons the due penalty of their error. 28 And just as they did not see fit to acknowledge God any longer, God gave them over to a depraved mind, to do those things which are not proper."

Menstration:

Leviticus 18:19-23 “You shall not approach a woman to uncover her nakedness while she is in her menstrual uncleanness. And you shall not lie sexually with your neighbor's wife and so make yourself unclean with her. You shall not give any of your children to offer them to Molech, and so profane the name of your God: I am the Lord. You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination. And you shall not lie with any animal and so make yourself unclean with it, neither shall any woman give herself to an animal to lie with it: it is perversion. These are just some verses to be known. There are plenty of "good"things in the bible,

But overall it is manipulative, vindictive, and downright AWFUL. I know this was a different time, but once again....if you choose to love the bible, but not all the bible, and follow the faith of this, you are not following it's true purpose, which is to blindly follow a very vengeful god.

THIS IS why I reject all bible teachings. Because you shouldn't need the bible to tell you not to commit murder, not to be racist, and to welcome thy neighbor. It's common sense to be a god damn decent human.

So I'll say it again, why are you following a vengeful god, why are you saying that gay, sex, or human emotion is wrong? Why is it a sin to live your life how YOU see fit?

The devil isn't the cause of plagues, hurricanes, illness, death and torment. That's just being a human. There is no good versus evil. We are all good and evil. Things happen to us so we can learn and grow.

To get into how Satan is so very misrepresented in your bible is a whole nother post. Your god is not loving. He is vengeful, jealous, and downright fucking idiotic.

[darkwinterchild]

Oliver Queen - Slytherin

Oliver has a very “the end justify the means” mentality and a slippery relationship with truthfulness to say the least. He is cunning and can show unwavering determination in his mission. He has the potential to be extremely ruthless if he feels he needs to be. And he is very attached to family and brotherhood values. All of this makes him an excellent Slytherin.

Long post under the cut!

Oliver is like his mother in that he is capable of living a lie all the way through, changing masks like he changes clothes (before and after the island). The person he presents himself to be is who he thinks he needs to be at the moment: thoughtless playboy (to hide from the pressure of being Robert Queen’s son), charming boyfriend (who’s secretly planning on screwing your sister behind your back even while he’s professing his love for you), damaged castaway (who could kill you with his eyes closed and hands tied behind his back), friendly leader (about to take you down), etc. He can deliver the biggest lies with the most sincere face and tone:

Oliver: I didn't do any of this stuff. You know that. Right? Thea: You're out all the time. You have those scars, and since you've been back, you've been acting really weird. Oliver: None of this makes me some Robin Hood wannabe. Thea: And you gave me this. I mean, it's an arrowhead. Oliver: Oh, man. Thea, I bought that in the gift shop of the Beijing Airport. Now I'm sorta happy I didn't buy you the shot glass with the panda on it, because then you'd be worried I was Panda Man. Thea: You know, I knew you couldn't be this person. I just-- I can't lose you again. Oliver: Deal.

Oliver: Do you wanna know why I don't talk about what happened to me there? Because if people knew, if you knew, you'd see me differently. And not as some vigilante guy. As damaged. I don't sleep. I barely eat. I can barely sign my name, let alone aim a bow and arrow.

Deception comes easily to him. So much so that during season 1, the real Oliver Queen is almost lost between his vigilante persona and his ignorant party-boy persona. He’s also good at manipulating people. As a playboy, he was used to using his charms to score a hit with a girl (to get her to sleep with him right before her wedding, or have an affair with her sister’s boyfriend). As a vigilante, he knows the right words to say to convince Diggle and Felicity to join his quest, or how to make an enemy trust him (like Frank Bertinelli).

While pre-island Oliver was directionless, his post-island personality show he is capable of enormous focus and determination - he has this “potential for greatness” that Slytherin is all about. And he’s always had the independent, “screw the rules” mentality that Salazar Slytherin valued a lot in his students. He is practical, and will use any means necessary to do what he has to do (like working with dangerous and less than morally pure people, for example). He can be ruthless, and I’m not just talking about what he is capable of doing to his enemies (torturing a man to death for revenge, flaying another alive for practice, etc.). I’m also talking about what he can do to strangers - in the 1x15 flashbacks, abandoning a boy to be killed because he can’t be sure he’s not a spy, because he has to put himself and his friend first:

Oliver: I'm sorry, but I can't. Guy: What? Why? Why not? Oliver: Because I don't know you. Guy: You out of your mind? Please! You can't do this! You can't just leave me here!

And that leads me to the last part of his personality that I think is very Slytherin: his dedication to his friends and family. Slytherin is the house where “you’ll make your real friends” - Slyths stick together, they put a lot of value on family and friendship. Even before Lian Yu, for all his faults, Oliver always was a good son to his parents, a good big brother to Thea, and a good friend to Tommy (actually, post-island Oliver had a hard time with not meeting their expectations based on who he used to be). During his years away, he’s shown that he can quickly build himself a new family (Slade and Shado, Maseo’s family, the Bratva, and others), because of that Slytherin loyalty and ability to make allies anywhere (even with less than reputable people). After his father’s death, he dedicated years of his life to fulfilling his last wishes, no matter the consequences (I have always found “Sometimes, to honor your wishes, I need to dishonor your memory” from 1x02 to be a very Slytherin quote btw). Unlike Laurel who chose to help people because of her values (Gryff), Oliver’s mission started with his father (over the years it became something more, but at the end of season 1 he was ready to hang up the hood when he figured stopping Merlyn’s plan was what he “returned from the island to stop”). There used to be no limit to what he would do for the people he loves (putting an arrow through Slade’s eye after he threatened his family, torturing Shrieve to avenge Akio, almost beating a man to death for hurting Laurel, etc.). This is a very Slytherin mindset.

As for the other houses:

Afaic, Hufflepuff is undoubtedly the house that fits him the least. Post-island Oliver can certainly be called hard-working, but before he was the absolute opposite of that. He didn’t want to do anything, didn’t even feel like he had to. Honesty was never his forte (understatement of the year), and it became even less so after he returned from the dead. He was lazy, irresponsible, unfaithful and detached. He’s also never been particularly interested in fair-play.

Ravenclaw on the other hand is not such a bad house for him: he has a really good tactical mind, he can learn new languages very quickly, he’s good with electronics and actually enjoys playing with them:

Oliver: My father was a pilot, and he used to do his own maintenance. Slade: So you're hoping aircraft maintenance is genetic? Oliver: No, I used to help him and I liked it. Then I got pretty good at it.

- 1x16

That said, intelligence is still mostly just a tool for him, and he isn’t very interested in learning in general - he doesn’t have the “thirst for knowledge” of Ravenclaw. Wisdom is also kind of a major weak point (which is why he needed Diggle so much, particularly at first).

Gryffindor is, imo, his secondary house. Oliver by nature has always been an action-oriented person, daring, reckless and a bit of a show-off (stealing a taxi or an helicopter are two of the most flashy examples - though peeing on cop or punching a paparazzi are certainly memorable instances). It’s implied he was also kinda chivalrous even before the island (“You know, it's typical Laurel, always running to her white knight.” - Tommy in 1x08). We also know, from all that happened to him on and after the island, that Oliver has the potential to be incredibly brave, and that’s Gryffindor’s most valued quality. But Oliver is also rather non-confrontational, at least with his friends and family: particularly in season 1, when someone was reproaching him for something he did or didn’t do, he’d usually just take it without standing his ground even if he disagreed with the person. This dislike of conflict (or of fighting back in emotionally charged contexts) can lead to some pretty damaging and un-Gryffindory decisions like deciding to cheat on his girlfriend with her sister instead of facing her head-on and telling her he isn’t ready to take the next step. That doesn’t un-qualify him for Gryffindor, but I think it’s one of the things that make him more suited to Slytherin.

[elaminator]

We made it through another year (hurrah?)

It was a rough one, right?

Warning: this will be TMI. Not in a “gross, see a doctor for that” way, but in a, “Hey, this is somewhat in-depth about your life and experiences, and is a bit rambly and depressing and whiny, so maybe not everyone will enjoy it” way.

Also, there are some pictures.

I can’t even remember the last time I’ve made a personal post (and personal posts are a more recent thing for me anyway, since I didn’t tend to talk about my personal life much until it went to shit), but I know it was sometime in 2016.

(I think it was shortly after my mom had her stroke, and we had to temporarily admit her into a nursing home for therapy. She was in behavioral facilities, hospitals, a nursing home, etc last year, in and out, pretty much over and over again. She’s been home now for a little less than three months, and part of me is amazed we’ve made it this long. I love my mother more than anything, but taking care of her isn’t easy, and I know I won’t always be able to do it. I certainly wouldn’t alone, because there’s so much involved with day to day activities like cooking, cleaning, laundry, making appointments, keeping track of medicine and bills, etc, and keeping all of that going as well as watching her 24/7 would be impossible without dad to keep an eye on her too. Dad has his own problems (which I’m trying to help him with), but between the two of us we’re managing…for now. However, mom does require supervision basically all the time, so things can be tiresome, and I’m not sure how long we can continue to manage it.) As bonkers as last year was in general (for the entire world), it felt completely balls to the wall insane to me. 2016 was without a doubt the worst year of my life. I had never been so stressed, so lost, and my life had never been so unstable. (Mom’s nurse phrased it as, “Last year was a wash. You were just trying to keep your head above water.” It seemed fitting.) Frankly, the whole year happened in a bit of a blur (given how painful it was, you would think the opposite); maybe this is because I had so little ‘fun time’ that I couldn’t honestly catch my breath. I spent a lot of it crying and losing my shit in-between being busy because I didn’t feel prepared for anything that was happening, but now that 2017 is here I’m more terrified than ever (what with the shit-stain the US now has as president, and with my mothers poor health; I’m afraid that something catastrophic will happen to Medicare, which would ruin us because my parents medical bills are waaaay too numerous; it’s already bad enough that the ACA might be repealed, hurting millions of people, and that Medicare might be a pipe dream for the younger generation, but my parents would be absolutely screwed without Medicare so you can see why this concerns me. Don’t even get me started on the environment, the suppression of the scientific community, the open corruption and lies that the president and his lackeys keep sprouting, and the attacks on the media and the public. I’m honestly afraid to live in America right now). (But since this is a personal post, and ya’ll can clearly see from my reblogs how I feel about the nightmarish political climate in America…)

Mom was lucky as far as her stroke went, in that she can speak fairly clearly when she tries, but she rarely does. She’s had about nine visits from home health (and therapy) a week, trying to get her back into shape, and while some of it helped, she refused to participate in speech therapy, so that was a waste of time. Ironically, speech was probably the thing she needed the most help with, but sometimes there’s no getting through to her. It isn’t easy asking her to repeat herself (which I do often, and occasionally give up on; I’m not going to ask her to repeat herself twenty times. There’s a limit to what I can do), and her mental state is a bit better atm, but it’s clear she’s not getting better. For a large portion of last year I doubted she even had Alzheimer’s (“Her memory is too good”, I thought; “Schizophrenia and depression would make just as much sense, and her diagnosis was so sudden”), but now I feel like I was just in denial about her condition. Her memory isn’t as bad as it could be (we haven’t reached the point she doesn’t know who I am, and hopefully won’t…), she has a good handle on long term memories, and sometimes short term isn’t so bad, but she’s an entirely different person than she was a couple years ago (paranoid, repetitive, anxious, sometimes mean… If she isn’t screaming something upsetting, downright bizarre or possibly insulting, or interrupting me every three minutes from whatever I’m doing it’s a good day). Our roles have switched, too; I feel like her mother sometimes, and I no longer get any parental reassurance because she isn’t really capable of it. There are things to be grateful for, but ngl, it’s hard to be grateful when you’re so emotionally exhausted. (Kind of physically exhausted too tbh, what with mom and everything going on right now in the US, I’m not sleeping as much or as well as I should be.) Now we’re back in the house (after the flood, which…is something I’m never forgetting), and I’m trying to get into a normal routine again, but it’s hard. (Mom has a break from therapy starting this week, but when therapy was coming we would have someone over at 8 AM at least three times a week, and three visits a day sometimes too, so while I appreciated she was getting help, it was difficult to plan for anything else. It’s 25-40 minutes away to grocery shop or see a doctor, and we have to make those trips on a very regular basis, so we kind of need time for them.) I used to be able to get up at 4 or 5 AM to workout, shower, dress and eat, but rarely do I feel like it these days. I am miraculously still working out (it’s been about four years now that I started my weight loss regime, and I’ve lost about 134 pounds), but usually it’s a bit later in the day. I even lost an extra 10 pounds last year without meaning to (a combination of stress, barely working out while displaced, eating less to compensate for it, and being constantly on the go), but I’ve been up and down the last couple of months. Truthfully, I don’t mind the way I look being a pound or two heavier (though I am annoyed that every time I gain weight it goes straight to my belly), and I don’t actually want to lose more than the few pounds I’ve gained by stress-eating (I already have difficulty finding clothing in my size), but I care far more about the numbers than I should. Acknowledging it is good, right? I’m much more energetic (despite everything), healthy and have more confidence now that I��ve lost weight, but it didn’t come without a price (though one I find acceptable), which is that sometimes I get a bit ridiculous with the self criticism and obsession with staying at a particular number.  Moving on…

As mentioned, we are finally back in the house (we were out…around seven, maybe eight months?), so that’s a blessing, and if there’s one good thing to come of last year it’s that the house turned out lovely. We went through a hell of a time getting the insurance to pay for the flood damage, but regardless of what other issues we have (and they are numerous), it’s a pleasure to be back.

It’s odd sometimes (having lived in the house as it was so long), but it does feel like home, and it reflects my taste now (as mom can’t/won’t make such decisions now, and dad was completely lost so he left most of it up to me), so that’s pretty cool. It is a lot more upkeep than being in the trailer, but it’s worth it. I debated on if I should upload a few pictures of the house or not (because I’m paranoid af of someone IRL finding my online accounts), but figure I’m probably fine. There are a few pieces of furniture yet to arrive, and we don’t have everything we would like yet, but we’re making progress. We (mostly) have what we need, and we’re filling our wardrobes out again (I’ve done a lot of browsing in the last couple of months…for both myself and my parents) and trying to replace whatever else we had too. It’s taking time, but having new stuff is nice.

(Wanted to rave about the Corvo mask; how cool is it? Coming out of the bathroom one night, I jumped the fuck out of my skin because I forgot it was there; still, it was worth the near heart-attack.)

I have a PS4 now, btw! Granted, I’ve had very little time to actually play it, and all the games need massive day one updates to play half decently (some of which might take two months just to download because of my dumb data cap), but…hey, better than not having it at all. I bought The Uncharted collection (unfortunately I lost all my PS3 games) and The Last of Us Remastered, as well as Rise of the Tomb Raider, Uncharted 4, and Dishonored 2. Probably going to be a bit before I get to Uncharted 4 (which I’m very hyped for, as Uncharted is one of my favorite series) or Tomb Raider, but the fact that I own them now gives me something to look forward to. I finally (after months) finished replaying Dishonored again about a week and a half ago (with the DLC this time, which was excellent), and I just arrived at the beginning of the second level in Dishonored 2 (as Emily). It’s a damn beautiful game, even though I’m not as comfortable with the gameplay as I was with the original yet. Most the time I’m fine, but with large groups of enemies… Not so much. I do absolutely love the ability to choke out guards and catch them before they fall to the ground though; it looks so seamless and is a lot easier than having to wait that extra few seconds for a guard to fall to the ground. (And being able to non-lethally choke out an enemy after being spotted and engaging in combat is a time saver.) Hope the rest of the game is just as good as the first, though I know it’s unlikely. Either way, I feel like I’ll enjoy the experience. (I will however say that The Outsiders voice actor change threw me off. It isn’t bad, but… It’s just distractedly different. On another note, I hate that I’m so attracted to this version of The Outsider. The graphics and his slightly updated design really work for me. Emily too, though I remember seeing the first trailer and flipping out over her perfection so she isn’t surprising. Emily is a hottie with a great VA, and it’s incredibly satisfying and fun to see the world through her eyes; I hope there’s lots of Corvo and Emily moments later in the game.)

Anyway, that was long, and this is where I leave off. It’s been a…time (what descriptor would even be appropriate for the year 2016, or the start of 2017?), and though I’m not as up-to-date with everyone as I would like to be, I wish ya’ll the best. Sorry for being so out of touch, it’s just tricky finding time for tumblr and such (I miss fandomsecrets like crazy); I’ve been choosing to spend what time I have on Dishonored, Pentatonix and news, and although I’m missing things elsewhere, I haven’t found a better way to manage my time yet.

Hopefully this year will surprise us and will be better than last, though considering everything that’s happened so far (Trump hasn’t even been president a week and everything is already going to shit) I’m not holding my breath.

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Kim Kardashian Formally Requested To DROP Kimono Trademark - By The Mayor Of Kyoto, Japan!

http://tinyurl.com/y3xwjeky Kim Kardashian West delighted many with the introduction of her new shapewear line. Dubbed “solutionwear,” her tackle Spanx purported to unravel quite a few issues common wearers have had with the slimming undergarments previously. Sadly the title she selected stepped on numerous toes. Over 127 million in reality. Related: Don’t Sexualize Billie Eilish! See, Kim called her line Kimono. Sure, the standard Japanese garment. Why? We don’t know. Maybe a portmanteau of Kim and “mono” as in it’s all one garment? (Although that isn’t even true in lots of circumstances.) Both manner, it’s not solely complicated as there’s one other article of clothes known as a kimono — it’s additionally culturally insensitive. Why? It’s the title of a conventional, culturally vital garment of a nation — and he or she in some way was allowed to TRADEMARK it?? After sufficient backlash even she couldn’t ignore it, Kim put out a statement defending her decision: “I perceive and have deep respect for the importance of the kimono in Japanese tradition and haven’t any plans to design or launch any clothes that will any manner resemble or dishonor the standard garment.” Positive, possibly she doesn’t NOW. However clearly she did. Earlier than all of the backlash. See, you’ll be able to go take a look at logos on the USPTO’s website. They’re public report so folks can double examine they don’t waste time attempting to get a TM somebody already holds. Three days in the past, this was Kim’s. June 25. Kimono model kimonos on the way in which. Additionally innerestingly whips… / (c) USPTO Not planning on making something resembling the standard Japanese garment, eh?? However AFTER the backlash, the day after she claimed she by no means meant to make precise kimonos, we seemed once more: June 25. Kimonos & robes each mysteriously disappeared. (Whips nonetheless there btw.) / (c) USPTO So she seemingly modified course to keep away from controversy however is attempting to make it seem to be she was being legit the entire time? Gotcha. However it isn’t simply Kim making kimonos that’s the issue, it’s that she tried to OWN the phrase. Regarding the title, Kim additionally mentioned in her assertion: “I made the choice to call my firm Kimono, to not disassociate the phrase from its Japanese roots however as a nod to the sweetness and element that goes right into a garment.” Nicely, another person has one thing to say about that — somebody with a greater thought in regards to the Japanese roots of the kimono. Daisaku Kadokawa, the Mayor of Kyoto. Daisaku wrote an open letter on to Kim, asking for her to vary the title, writing: “Pricey Ms. Kim Kardashian West, I’m penning this letter to convey our ideas on Kimono and ask you to re-consider your determination of utilizing the title Kimono in your trademark. Kimono is a conventional ethnic costume fostered in our wealthy nature and historical past with our predecessors’ tireless endeavors and research, and it’s a tradition that has been cherished and handed down with care in our dwelling. Additionally, it’s a fruit of expertise and really symbolizes sense of magnificence, spirits and values of Japanese. In recent times, we see not solely Japanese but in addition many overseas vacationers carrying Kimono and strolling round in Kyoto and cities in Japan. It’s a proof that Kimono, that we’re pleased with as our conventional tradition, is cherished by folks from world wide. We’re at the moment endeavor initiatives nationally to make “Kimono Tradition”, image of our tradition and spirits, registered to UNESCO’s Intangible Cultural Heritage listing. We expect that the names for “Kimono” are the asset shared with all humanity who love Kimono and its tradition due to this fact they shouldn’t be monopolized. I would really like you to go to Kyoto, the place many Japanese cultures together with Kimono have been cherished, to expertise the essence of Kimono Tradition and perceive our ideas and our robust want. Yours Sincerely, Daisaku Kadokawa Mayor of Kyoto” The most important critics in all probability doubt Kim will budge right here. In spite of everything, in keeping with these trademark screenshots, it actually looks as if she’s not even prepared to be 100 about her intentions within the first place — until her staff simply threw any and each potential garment in there for good measure, however nonetheless. We’re positive critics can’t think about she truly cares about “the sweetness and element” of an precise kimono. No, we’re guessing they suppose she simply likes how the title sounds as a result of it has KIM in it. Our take? Gurl, your product appears nice. Why not simply name a mea culpa and alter the title to SOLUTIONWEAR?? What do YOU suppose Kim’s intentions behind the title actually had been??   [Image via FayesVision/ATP/WENN.] Source link