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could i request teacher!reader with hotch? like maybe she’s jacks teacher
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You're a teacher: you're always tired. Overworked, underpaid, everybody knows how it goes. And maybe you've let yourself go because you don't have any real material hopes for the future beyond getting Macy Danish to read at a first grade level, but how were you supposed to know that Jack Hotchner's father would be so overwhelmingly attractive? It's not fair.
He's handsome though older than you'd been expecting, but that isn't the cut and dry of it. When he comes in, it's alone, in a well-fitted suit. He's tall and remarkably dark-eyed, shaking your hand without trying to impose any authority, as some of the fathers tend to do, and when you call him Mr. Hotchner, he says, "Aaron, please," but continues to call you Ms. L/N.
"Aaron," you say, pulling your skirt under your thighs as you sit down. You're dressed in nice clothes for the parent-teacher conferences, but you could've covered your sleeplessness better. "Jack is the nicest boy in class. He's actually my loveliest kid. Um…" You search through your notes for the preliminary assessment of Jack. "Sorry, two seconds."
"Take your time. I know what it's like to dig through a mountain of paperwork every day."
"Jack mentioned you work in the government, he calls you a special agent," you say, smiling. "You get the bad guys."
"I am a special agent. Supervisory." Aaron is conscientious enough to pretend he doesn't notice your surprise. "I'm chief of the behavioural analysis unit."
You can't even begin to guess what that entails. "Oh," you say breathlessly.
"I understand that it sounds fantastical."
"It sounds impressive," you say, floundering to correct yourself. Behavioural analysis? It must be obvious to him how nervous he's making you, then, and when you realise that, you get worse. "I'm so sorry about this. I should be more organised. I usually am."
"That's alright. Take your time."
Does he always speak that way? His voice is like fucking silk? Is he messing with you?
You yank the notes you made for Jack from the pile and flatten them across the desk. "Okay, sorry. Like I was saying, Jack is really the nicest kid, him and his friend Molly. They're both lovely, and teachers shouldn't have favourites, please don't tell the other parents, but they're my favourites." You smile at him quickly and return your eyes to the paper. The words swim in front of your eyes. "Jack can read better than you could ever hope for a first grader, he's immensely intelligent for his age group. He's patient. He'll explain anything to anyone if they ask him too, and he does it well."
"I'm glad to hear that," he says, again so softly.
You pick up one of your skinny biros to have something to fidget with. He's a very good looking man, but you're a good teacher. You can focus on what to say. Some parents need good things only. Some need reassurement that they're doing a good job. Aaron is harder to read, but you know what he needs, too.
"He can be lonely," you say, looking him in the eye. "I don't think that that's down to any fault. I'm sure you know better than I do why he might feel that way." You know about his mom's passing over a year ago. You've seen grief in children too many times. "He… I understand if this isn't okay with you, but he eats lunch with me sometimes. I encourage him to sit with his peers, of course, but I think he runs out of energy pretty quickly."
Aaron nods thoughtfully. His brows quirk into a furrow that you're afraid is directed at you.
"I don't think he necessarily has trouble connecting with his friends."
"What do you think?"
"I think something awful happened to your family, and Jack will feel it for the rest of his life, but that it won't stop him from being great. It already isn't. And… he clearly has a father who loves him and who he admires. You're his second favourite topic."
"What's his first?" he asks.
"He's really into Fruity Fridays," you say with a laugh. "I bring in fruits you don't get often in America. Someone would've had to sign a form."
"No, I remember signing it. He likes that?" His smile is golden. "I can't get him to try new things."
"He had all the leftover gold kiwi last week." You rub your lips together. Time is ticking. You have nearly thirty parents to see tonight, but talking to Mr. Hotchner has been so normal. He's a regular person in a sea of inattentive helicopter narcissists. It's a relief and a half to meet him and know a kid as gentle as Jack is in good hands. "Mr. Hotchner, I have to tell you, I'm really relieved to meet you."
"Aaron," he corrects.
Your tone drops too low. "Aaron."
"I'm more than relieved," he says. "I knew that this year would be harder for him. I didn't know… I'm grateful to you, for being so kind with him."
You look down at your notes, flushed from head to toe despite your airy skirt. Crossing your legs, you shake your head. "It's my job."
"To let him take up the only break you get all day?" he asks.
"It's not like that. Jack doesn't bother me." You fold your notes in half. "I can see his role model measures up."
"I could say the same thing."
The next time you see Jack, bright and early Monday mooring shepherded by his aunt Jessica, he's very happy to see you. You offer him a hug and pat his back when he wraps his arms around your hips. "Hello, Jack. Was your dad pleased with your drawings?"
Jack smiles at you. "I have a note for you."
"You do? Can I see? Where is it, honey?"
Jack takes off his backpack and pulls out the note and a tupperware container. "Oh, wow, did you make treats for the class? Jack, that's so nice!"
"No. Dad said those are for you. He said you should have nice for nice, or something," Jack informs you.
"You'll share with me, though? I can't eat them all by myself," you whisper.
He nods with enthusiasm and runs off to put his backpack in his cubby and his coat on the hook. You look down at the cookies and note, which is actually an envelope.
You open it with your thumbnail. The writing is Aaron's usual tight cursive.
Dear Miss L/N,
I hoped to thank you again in person, but work makes that hard. I appreciate everything you do for Jack. There are teachers who work, and there are teachers who go above and beyond. I can feel confident anywhere in the country knowing Jack is being taught by the latter.
Gratefully yours,
Aaron Hotchner.
P.S. Please don't feed Jack too many cookies. They're not for him.
You keep the letter even if it's lame to do so. When is the next parent teacher conference, anyways?
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Genshin Guys with an S/O on their Period: Waking up with a Mess and Cramps Edition (Diluc, Kaeya, Neuvillette, Itto)
A/N: Now that I can do more than curl up on the couch letting the heating pad do it's job kind of here we go.
Do we even know what period products people on Teyvat use? And have they even invented Midol? Like, what does a Teyvat medicine cabinet look like?
CW: mentions of blood because period, duh, hurt/comfort
Diluc x fem!reader, Kaeya x fem!reader, Neuvillette x fem!reader, Itto x fem!reader
Requests are OPEN
Diluc
Diluc is a heaven send at a time like this, no doubt it
The man is on it
Let's say he comes home from some Mondstadt batman-ing and goes to curl up in bed with you
Only to find you asleep, but curled up in pain and a growing red spot on the sheets
Thanks be to Adelinde for making sure he's not clueless about female issues. If he didn't know anything before dating you, she made sure he had an idea clue after
He wakes you up, gently, and helps you get to the bathroom so he can help clean you up, while Adelinde (who makes a habit of staying up when Diluc does his vigilante thing) makes sure the sheets are changed and gets you whatever pain relief Mondstadt has available
After you're clean and have whatever products you use on, you go back to bed and he curls up behind you. He uses his vision to warm his hands and uses them as a hot pad for you
Let's be real, you don't get better than a pyro vision for dealing with cramps
Kaeya
Kaeya is not quite as good as Diluc (mostly because of his vision, lol)
In this case he has the decency to not tease and poke fun. Even if he didn't know that doing so would result in his premature death, he actually feels sympathy
When he wakes up next to you, finding you curled up and nearly crying, he's momentarily very concerned. After all, his pretty little s/o is in pain and that just won't do
A quick once over and he spots the blood pooling between your legs and the concern subsides. This isn't the first time this has happened, especially if you're not possessed of a clock-work cycle, though your cramps usually aren't this bad
Because both of you are familiar with this routine, he''s got a lot of stuff on hand. Like Diluc, he makes sure you wake up and get cleaned up while he changes sheets and runs to pester Barbara about something to help the cramps. Again, he doesn't have the advantage of a pyro vision
If he has a mission that day, he does it as quick as possible, but if he just has paper work, he carries that shit home and does it while taking care of you
He wants you to focus on not hurting, so any chores you would do he takes over (it gives him a way to avoid paperwork, lol)
Neuvillette
I'm not saying Neuvie would freak, the first time this happened, but yeah, the man freaks the fuck out
I mean, dragon boy doesn't spend that much time in close proximity to human females. He conceivably is fully unaware of what exactly a period entails.
When you wake up cursing and hissing in pain, which wakes him up in the process, he's genuinely scared for you
After all, you look like you're in huge amounts of pain and that's blood on the sheets. It takes you several minutes to calm Neuvie down, to make sure than he's not blowing things too far out of proportion
Eventually you manage to enlist his help cleaning up. He's perfectly happy to give a little help making sure the bloodstains on your thighs are gone and changing the sheets
He still calls one of the Melusine nurses. A) you're in pain and that's unacceptable to him and b) he's still not 100% certain that you're OK
You roll your eyes, but it does hurt and I'm not sure what kind of over the counter period relief Teyvat has. Either way, you'll have something that might help
After the Melusine leaves, you pull him back to bed and cuddle while you explain female biology in depth. First time a 500 year old dragon has had to take sex-ed lol
Once you're done he feels a little embarrassed over his overreaction
Needless to say, your next period goes much smoother. Once he's aware of the issue, he does some research on his own, talks to some other girls about ways to make it easier (basically being a stand up, super loyal boyfriend.n outstanding boyfriend)
Eventually the entire ordeal is something the two of you will laugh over
Itto
I rarely write for Itto, but I think the idea of Itto seeing the period mess and cramps would be kinda funny. At least from the outside. I would not want to be the s/o in this situation. It's a mess
He thinks the world is ending. Blows it waaaay out of proportion, and unlike Neuvie, he doesn't really listen.
Once you convince him you're not dying, he thinks you're the absolute coolest for being able to bleed every month and be in that much pain and not die
You might have to stop him from trying to "join his most awesome girlfriend ". Like, if you're so cool for this, obviously the One and Oni must be able to as well? Right.
You immediately call Shinobu because, "No. Itto. You have a dick. If you try and bleed like this. you'll die."
You and Shinobu stop him from trying to have a period too, because he'd try...somehow, and send him on basic errands or something. Anything to distract him.
Honestly, I feel like dealing with Itto's...whatever he has going on...would be more exhausting than the period and cramps
In this situation, Shinobu is your girl. She is prepared, both with the ability to redirect Itto and whatever you don't have on hand in case of mess and cramps
#Of the four Diluc and Kaeya are the easiest to deal with#Especially the first time#After the first time neuvie's up there too#I wonder if there's anyway he could use his hydro to help#warm hydro massager?#I dunno#period hcs#Diluc#diluc x reader#diluc x fem!reader#diluc hcs#Kaeya#kaeya x reader#kaeya x fem!reader#kaeya hcs#Neuvillette#neuvillette x reader#neuvillette x fem!reader#neuvillette hcs#arataki itto#itto x reader#itto x fem!reader#itto hcs#genshin impact#genshin impact hcs#genshin hcs#tw: blood
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Something horrifying occurred to me today. If my father was a fictional character, people would think of him in a similar way people see Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute. Here's why:
He has had So Much Shit happen to him. Like Jesus Christ. Like string of unfortunate deaths kind of shit. Like how is this man still functional kind of shit.
He's also had such an interesting childhood and life he's such a wildcard like my dad randomly telling us how he smuggled some guys over the border when he was like 19 is giving the same vibes as Jonathan Sims saying he knows what a meme is
That's not to say he's a huge badass or anything (he is but for the sake of this comparison) he was terrified out of his mind the whole time and did it cause he was feeling homesick and was like I know how these guys feel so I'm gonna help. Giving trademark Jonathan "gonna do it but gonna do it shaking like a wet dog" Sims
He's a skinny brown guy who's kinda quiet, supremely awkward and makes dorky jokes
I asked him if he would still love me if I were a worm and he deadass said only if you went to worm Cambridge. Tell me that's not a Jonathan Sims thing to say.
He's probably autistic (he won't talk to you unless you mention something specific and then you can't stop him talking about the geopolitical situation of Bangladesh)
He's so emotionally constipated. My dude has never heard of emotions ever. He once gave me the advice that the way to deal with negative emotions about our shitty situation is to just compare it to poor peoples' lives in Bangladesh and thank god we don't have it that bad. I think he's allergic to therapy.
He's always in some sort of pain. God hates him personally.
He's the most anxious man I've ever met in my life. I think he lies awake at night just planning how he's gonna get through the next day. Like all he does is overthink and eat his own curated mixed nuts snack
He indulges in a funny cat video once or twice
He hates dogs (growing up in Bangladesh will do that to you but also he's not good with the barking)
Saying that, has bonded with one crusty white dog, who he immediately picked up although i don't think he meant to do that, so we get a situation of quite a tall man holding a small dog but both of them looking Absolutely Terrified.
He's such a baby fiend. I've never seen someone so hell bent on being a grandfather. We went to a family party with him once and not even 5 minutes in, we found him holding a baby. I'm taking @lonelyslutavatar 's baby fever Jon as canon btw.
He's constantly in business casual. He'll be in bed wearing slacks. It's not cause he's fashionable but in fact only because those are pretty much the same clothes he's owned since 2005 and the only clothes he owns.
Nobody is quite sure what he does for a living. Like sure we know his job title (I had to look it up on LinkedIn) but his day to day activities? A mystery. Who actually knows what being a Head Archivist entails? Not me.
I rest my case. For now.
#im sorry to say they're both wet cats of men#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#rambles#jarchivist#tma jon#im horrified at this btw#they both arrived in wet cardboard boxes#they both rock forest green jumpers
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all those dreams where you're my wife (birthday party!matty x reader)
(hi! a fic inspired by the ending of my most recent blurb for this universe. probably a bit shit, i won't lie, but i thought it was kinda cute. i'm sure you can guess what it entails... enjoy! <3)
it's one of those mornings when you maintain that your boyfriend could have titled his second album based on himself.
you watch matty from the doorway of the master bedroom, his grey-streaked curls splayed across the same bright white pillows his handsome face is half-smushed into. the duvet covers have bunched around his waist, giving you a perfect view of his muscular arms and un-tattooed back, decorated with little crescent moon indents courtesy of your fingernails. suddenly, he moves, and your view changes; you can now clearly see matty's face, softened by slumber, pretty lips open ever so slightly and long dark eyelashes resting almost against his cheekbone. a gentle wave of love washes over you as you watch him sleep, wondering if he's dreaming about you in the same romantic ways you dream about him (he definitely is). he looks so content that you almost don't want to wake him, but the breakfast tray in your arms is growing heavy, so you must.
setting it down gently on the table at matty's side of the bed and perching on the edge of the bed, you lift the little bunch of flowers from the tray in one hand, and softly caress matty's cheek and jaw with the other. "matty, baby, it's time to wake up, c'mon."
languidly, matty presses his face further into your hand, twisting his head to kiss it, before blinking his eyes open. once he's shuffled to sit up against the headboard and adjusted to the sunshine-brightness of the room, he smiles lovingly at you, taking in your (his) mazzy star t-shirt and the flowers you're holding; when he registers the latter, some deeper emotion seems to settle itself in matty's dark eyes, but you can't quite explain what it is. you don't dwell on it - instead, you lean down to kiss your boyfriend's forehead and lay the flowers gently on his bare chest. "bonjour, mon amour. as-tu bien dormi?"
"ok, i understood the first bit," matty replies, his voice gravelly from sleep (quite sexy, if you do say so yourself). "and bonjour to you too, mon petit chou."
"you know you just called me your little cabbage, right?"
"i was trying to call you 'sweetheart'," matty groans, trying to hide his whole face in your palm, presumably to escape mortification. "how do you say that again?"
"chouchou. two of them. you were close! try again, babe."
"nope, my seduction attempt's ruined now," comes the characteristically overdramatic reply, muffled by your hand. "i fucked up my big sexy french-speaking moment, and now you're going to run off with timothee chalamet so he can seduce you with it instead, fucksake."
you snort. "me run off with him? are you sure you're not talking about yourself?"
"i'm not the one who spent a whole afternoon watching videos of him speaking french in interviews non-stop after we watched dune, am i?"
"and i'm not the one who admitted to an interviewer that they had 'interesting feelings' and had a crush on him after call me by your name, am i?"
"but you did, though, didn't you? i bet you did. he's your type, defini-"
"enough about him," you interject, moving your hand over your boyfriend's mouth to prevent hearing his analysis of your type in men, which would inevitably lead to a narcissistic tangent considering matty's, well, the blueprint for it. "do you like the flowers? i picked them for you earlier."
matty looks down at the bouquet of tulips and daisies resting on his chest, eyes softening. "they're beautiful, sweetheart, thank you. what's the occasion?"
he knows full well what the occasion taking place today is, but there's no way that you do.
"just thanking you for bringing me here. and coming to paris with me," you shrug. your head dips bashfully, and matty's heart soars in response; he loves you unconditionally all the time, he really does, but there's just something about seeing you all shy and sweet and blushy that makes his knees weaken. if he was to stand up right now, he knows his legs would simply crumple, and that certainty grows tenfold when you meet his gaze and grin. "wouldn't have gone on this trip without you - everything i wrote in that novel was either for or about you, even before i knew it. so... yeah, they're flowers of gratitude. and love, obvs."
"i love you too," matty smiles, placing the flowers to one side and pulling you into his chest in replacement. "and i'm so - god, i don't even know what to say about being the subject of your writing - honoured? yeah, honoured. this has been the best two weeks of my life, honestly, being here with you."
"i know i said it in paris," you snuggle further into matty, and he kisses your hair. "but i really, really don't want to go home."
"neither do i, sweetheart, but we need to at some point, yeah? mayhem'll be missing us."
"oh, my baby," you sigh wistfully. matty's glad your face is tucked into his chest right now, so you can't see him beaming like an idiot about how much you love his dog. not that you don't know how down bad matty is for you already, but he reckons he should probably try to keep his cool a bit, stay focused, for today of all days. "alright, we can go home. for him only."
matty presses a kiss to your temple, tracing little swirls into your arm. "exactly, babe. we do still have one more night here to focus on, too."
a fucking huge night.
"and on that note, we should probably think about starting to get ready," you peel yourself off your boyfriend - with great reluctance - and stretch, before crawling towards the bottom of the bed (matty makes no attempt to hide his ogling of your bum, mostly bare with the exception of a tiny black thong he's mentally patting himself on the back for buying you) and standing. "will you join me in the shower after you've had your coffee? want you to wash my hair, please."
"of course. will you do mine in return?"
"duh!" you blow matty a kiss. "see you in a bit, lover."
he pretends to catch the kiss and presses it to his heart, which coaxes a giggle and a wink from you before you disappear into the bathroom. holding his quickly-cooling coffee in one hand, periodically taking sips, matty reaches down under his side of the bed to rifle in his carry-on bag, categorising items by texture and bypassing them until he finds the little velvet cube he's looking for.
after downing his cappuccino and setting down the mug, matty does nothing but sit and look at this box for a moment, marvelling at how something so small can hold something significant of one of, if not the biggest commitment he and you could make to each other. but despite the gravitas of the situation, he doesn't feel nervous. here, now, listening to you sing like a virgin as you potter about the ensuite and hissing and swearing at the freezing water temperature when you turn the shower on, there is nothing but love and hope and certainty in his mind; matty wants to marry you, simple as that, and tonight is the perfect night to ask you to do so.
this certainty doesn't diminish at all, either - if anything, matty's decision to propose is only affirmed throughout the day, through everything you do that reminds him how much he loves you. like the way you wordlessly and gently wash his hair for him; your habit of pre-empting what he needs at any given moment simply because you know him so well; the myriad of kisses and compliments and hugs and soft touches you gift him with. the way it takes you twenty minutes to tell a joke because the thought of it made you laugh too hard to talk; how you look at and listen to him intently when he speaks; your incredible insight and way with words turning the most mundane things into the most beautiful, in matty's eyes. speaking of beauty: the way you look right now, sitting opposite him in your new dress; the smile you gave him when he told you in complete earnestness that "you are the most gorgeous person in the known universe. and the unknown, too"; the way your eyes lit up earlier when you recognised the name of the vineyard you're currently sat in, the same name as on the bottles of the wine that you and matty bonded over all those years ago, the same wine that led to you confessing your feelings for each other, and the same wine that you've shared together to celebrate every occasion since then.
the ring has been burning a hole in the front pocket of matty's trousers for hours, desperate to be presented to you and slid onto your recently-manicured (he checked when your nail appointment was before he planned the holiday and proposal, obviously) finger. matty did almost get down on one knee while you were touring the grounds a few hours ago, walking between the rows of grapes, and you made him laugh by unexpectedly calling an obnoxious american man in the same group a "fucking wankstain" under your breath; as soon as he began to shuffle his foot back in kneeling preparation, though, he stopped himself. too eager, healy, she deserves more romance than this.
he could do it right now, and it would work. it's certainly romantic enough - the two of you sat at an outdoor table, illuminated only by moonlight and candlelight respectively, soundtracked by quiet, soft classical piano music, a vintage edition of the wine you love so much being shared between you. it would work, yeah, but it's still not totally right. matty's undeterred, though; he's not sure what's convincing him of this, other than the vague sense of anticipation crackling in the night air, but he knows the perfect moment is nearby. and neither of you are in a rush - the wine is only half-drunk, and another bottle will make its way to the table once that one is gone.
so he'll wait. impatiently, yeah, but he'll do it. the perfect moment will come along, and matty will ask you to be his wife.
you, his wife. perfect, talented, lovely you, currently interrupting his "waiting" reverie by tapping a platform sandaled-foot against his leg and smiling sweetly. "what's going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm?"
"just thinking about you. well, us." not a lie.
you smile shyly, taking a sip of your wine before leaning back in the chair and resting your glass lightly against your chest. reflected candlelight warms your slightly sleepy eyes, locked intently on matty's own. "what about us are you thinking about?"
"everything. us in the future, us now, us in the past." matty pauses for dramatic effect, knowing exactly how you'll react to his next words. "how good an idea i had when i decided to kiss you at that birthday party."
your reaction is just as matty expected - you raise your eyebrows coolly, pointing your index finger at him in warning. "christ, not this again. you know full well it was me who instigated that."
matty laughs. "nope, as i recall, it was all me; you did nothing that night except try to give yourself a nicotine addiction." his face softens before he speaks again, voice quietening to match. "and as much as i think you're insane for constantly trying to take up smoking, i am so glad you walked outside to bother me for a cig that night. i mean, look at where it led us."
putting your wine down, you gaze at matty so lovingly he thinks he might swoon - this is not helped by your next move, leaning across the table to press your lips to his in a gentle but lingering kiss. after you break apart and matty wrestles back control of his brain from you, he takes both of your hands in his own, rubbing his calloused thumbs across your knuckles and the permanent ink stains on the side of your index finger. "you warm enough, darlin'? hands feel a bit cold."
"a little bit, but the wine's helping," you shrug. "i'll be alright, babe."
the goosebumps spreading up your bare arms in the cool breeze suggest otherwise to matty - he quickly rids himself of his suit jacket, standing to settle it on your shoulders. "there we go."
"matty, i'm al-"
"don't be a martyr, baby, please," matty smiles softly at you as he returns to his seat. he gestures to his dress shirt-clad chest. "see? long sleeves. you need the jacket more than i do."
you sigh, then look sheepish. "yeah, that is better, thank you. i'm also gonna... just to try and warm my neck a bit."
sliding an arm out from under his jacket, matty watches as you take the tortoiseshell claw clip from your hair, shaking the wavy tresses out and leaving them to settle around your beautiful face. then, you take a lazy sip of your wine, before setting the glass down and beaming at him, the picture of comfort and contentment. and something in matty's brain just clicks.
of course. of course it would be you who gave matty the perspective he needed - you do it every day, after all. that simple action of taking your hairclip out, one you must do constantly without thinking too much, if anything, about, and the obvious relaxation that followed... that was the key. the perfect moment has been unlocked.
now is the time for matty to ask you to marry him.
it's as if the crackling anticipation in the air has culminated in a lightning strike, like in back to the future - the right energy is coursing through the atmosphere, and matty knows he has to pull a marty mcfly and seize this moment to change the course of his life for the better, before it slips away.
so, in a quick movement sequence punctuated by awestruck gasps from you, matty practically jumps out of his chair and moves to stand beside yours, pulling the ring box out of his pocket and kneeling; only once he's slowly lifted the lid - ironically at about the same speed the DeLorean doors open - does matty look up at you, tears beginning to pool along his lower lashline already. "so, i think you'll have an idea of what i'm doing down here-"
you giggle, sniffling a bit yourself, and nod.
"-but i have a whole speech prepared, and i'd like you to hear it. ok?" another nod from you, which makes matty smile. "right. here goes - fuck, you're so cute."
not how matty had envisioned his proposal to you beginning, but the way you look right now - eyes wet but sparkling, starlight on sea, cheeks lifting in an elated smile despite the way you've pressed your lips together to keep from exclaiming - is too adorable to go unaddressed.
"ok," matty laughs, then shakes his head and inhales deeply. "i know i'm prone to being dramatic, and exaggerating, but when i say that the seven years i've known you have been the best seven years of my life, i'm doing neither. it's the truth, darlin' - especially these last two years, where i've had the privilege to officially love you and be yours, although i've unofficially been doing those things a lot longer. how could i help that, though? you're so beautiful it breaks my heart, but so kind that it heals immediately, and you're unflinchingly loyal to the people you care about, even when they don't make it easy for you." he pauses, briefly, to bite back the sob building in the back of his throat. "you saw me at my absolute worst and you still stuck around. which i am so grateful for, because i really do think you bring out the best in me. and also in the world in general; i am so envious of the way you can turn the most quotidian things into the most stunning, through your perspective and your unparalleled talent with words. to be given insight into your thoughts every day is the second greatest gift in my life, only beaten by the mind-boggling fact that you, for whatever reason, love me. if you'll allow me to be a little bit self-indulgent, i would love to keep both receiving those gifts and being granted the privilege to love you and be yours for the rest of our lives, officially, and also to spend that same amount of time doing whatever i can to make you happy. i love you, sweetheart, so much. will you marry me?"
you're nodding furiously and beginning an ecstatically teary monologue before he's even finished the question. "yes, yes, an infinite number of times, yes. i love you. i can't wait to be your wife. wife! jesus christ. i'm gonna marry you. oh my god. this is insane. i love you so much. thank you."
after your monologue ends, matty stands and gently takes your left hand, bringing it to his lips before sliding the delicate ring onto its designated finger. you both take a moment to admire it, gemstone sparkling almost as much as your eyes in the romantic lighting, before your eyes lock. matty beams at you. "s'perfect."
"it really is," you say, wiggling your hand in different directions before bringing it up to rest on your fiance's (!!!) face. "and so was that speech. you're incredible, healy. i can't wait to share that last name, and forever, with you."
with that, you pull matty's lips onto yours. the kiss is a little bit damp and salty, because of your shared tears, but it's the best kiss you two have ever had. the red wine lingering on your lips makes it seem like the first all over again, to matty. with a jolt, he realises that it kind of is - your first kiss as a couple betrothed.
as the kiss deepens, you pull matty impossibly closer to you, arching your back against the table - at the sound of a loud thud against it, though, you break apart to see your wine glass on its side, the burgundy contents spreading out over the table. you swear, rifling through your handbag for tissues to clean up the spillage; your fiance, in contrast, continues to hold your waist as he laughs at your clumsiness. "maybe we shouldn't have red wine at our wedding. seems like a dangerous game, what with you in white and all, yeah?"
you faux-glare at matty, before giggling and abandoning the spillage. "yeah," you smile, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "we should probably just stick to champagne."
"well, there's our next holiday destination sorted. champagne region. you up for that?"
"honestly," you begin, kissing all over matty's stubbly face before ending with a peck on his lips. "i'd go anywhere with you, my husband-to-be. i love you."
"i love you too, my future wife."
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What does it really mean to be a "Punk?"
I'm completely on board with the whole "beat the shit out of fascists and pigs" thing but I'm skeptical of any sort of subculture or group that celebrates values of any kind as "good" because I get pissy when confronted with concrete ideologies like Marxism. I'm scared that I'm going to end up getting into some kind of clique. I don't want to be in a clique where I get shat on for not having the morally approved opinion. If I can't have a controversial opinion without being silenced, then I don't want anything to do with "Punk."
I'm an Egoist. You're an anarchist, so, assuming you know who Max Stirner is, I'm pretty sure you know what that entails, but in case you don't, I put myself above all things. That's not to say that I'm a greedy bastard who wants to consume all the products ever, but that my own being and desires are the basis of my views on politics/society. I hate gender not merely because it oppresses all the poor minorities who need my help but because it gets in MY way, threatens MY life, and demands MY conformance to it. I want my damned life for myself. I want self-ownership. I see no legitimacy in the braindead wokeness of bougie college kids and chickenshit university profs. I want action in the here and now, not ineffectual Bookchinite/Leftcom/Marxist-Leninist meetings where we discuss how best to tickle the workers balls in the fallout of the USSR (which was an authoritarian shithole).
As a post-left anarchist (or preferably no-wing anarchist) I find myself skeptical of subcultures. "Oh, what's that? You don't like *band here?* Well you're automatically a poser/elitist/hipster/whatever." I understand that sometimes it's meant to pick out the actual posers by testing how thin your skin is, but it's really fucking annoying when people expect me to embody values like "don't do drugs" or "be vegan" because I refuse to define myself and my goals according to what other people deem morally correct.
I'm not really in a position to actually join a subculture at the moment because I'm a financially dependent minor, but I want you to give me an actual reason to join the punk subculture. Just so I can see if it's really worth it. What's in it for me, and how hard am I allowed to kick the balls of Nazi scum?
RIGHT!! Fuckin love it when i get asks like this
I'll split up my answer so I can get through all the points without rambling
Political Theory
SO punk does not have any one kind of coherent political ideology. Core political views are
anti-authoritarianism
non-conformist
abstractly leftist
fuck bigots of any description
you will not be bound to Marxism or any key thinkers beliefs. Your politics are your own and disagreement is encouraged as long as you arent being a dick. Of course you might find some punks that get pissy about ideological purity, but they aren't very punk, sooo fuck em. Bootlicking isn't punk, even/especially if the Boot is Lenin's.
Egoism
yeah egoist anarchism is just fine in the punk scene. as long as your "for my own ends" mentality doesnt end up tipping over into "I will go on a Shein haul twice a month bc I want new clothes and fuck anyone who tells me how damaging it is". You don't have to be a saint, just again, don't be a massive dick about it. You can look out for your own ends for sure. You will find that the punk scene often times talks about community, in the sense of solidarity and common goals (which you seem to share anyway), so as long as you can jibe with that you'll be fine
Non-conformity
Is the entire bloody point. If you're looking for a community that won't tell you that you have to look a certain way, or listen to 100 bands from the 70s to be accepted, the punk scene is built on nonconformity. not even just from society but within the scene. And even the big name bands from back in the day were screaming about the dangers of homogenising the punk scene, or letting it get commodified. Differences in opinion, style, music taste, ect are the whole fucking point and if someone tries to impose punk "rules" about that, then they don't get the scene.
"it's really fucking annoying when people expect me to embody values like "don't do drugs" or "be vegan""
i do drugs and am not vegan. you really don't need to worry. i really fear for the punk that says "don't do drugs". absolutist ideals should not be shoved on you.
"I'm not really in a position to actually join a subculture at the moment because I'm a financially dependent minor,"
Ok so while I get that possibly if you're financially dependent on people who would be able to mess up your life if you wore clothes they didn't approve of, and wouldn't buy you anything, it can seem difficult, but I want to just reassure you a bit. Punk is built off communities with financial difficulties, DIY, and more than just spiked collars. You don't have to be able to make it to basement shows or out to the city to be a punk. You can listen to the music (definitely listen to the music), get involved in politics, learn the history, watch movies, read books, DIY your own clothes and accessories, including smaller things like badges, patches or chains. The scene is the people as well as what we do.
how hard am I allowed to kick the balls of Nazi scum?
make them piss blood for weeks.
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every time i come to your blog im smacked in the face with how pretty it is also regpeter????
as a collector of rare pairs i
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thank you ‼️
giggling and kicking my feet..... thank you so much!!
I have so many opinions about regpeter it's crazy..... they're a parasite in my brain eating up all of my other thoughts. allow me to yap about them in depth now:
their dynamic in any au/setting is easy for me to picture but hard for me to verbalize... I heavily subscribe to modern au regpeter where pete is this shy stoner type and reg is his cunty goth bf (thank you jen for coming up with that!!) but I mostly think of them in a more canon compliant sense.
I think they're drawn to each other because, at heart, they're both followers. peter prefers not having to think for himself/ likes just going with the flow because he's friends with very headstrong people, and it's easier to just do what they're doing. and regulus does pretty much the exact same thing, he follows his parents' word because that's what's expected of him, he doesn't bother thinking too much about what being a death eater represents or entails. they're cowardly people pretending they're not, unable to confide in their loved ones about their true feelings because 1. it's frowned upon to be so unopinionated and 2. they're too scared to. this is why I think they find so much solace in each other. regulus for sure believes that muggles are beneath him but I don't think he agrees with killing them. not because he thinks their lives have just as much value as his, but because he's like 17 and murder is fucking terrifying. he takes the mark and immediately regrets it because he's being forced to act now, he can't just nod along and pretend he's so enthusiastic about voldys cause. peter's situation is so similar it's actually kind of funny....
he joins the order because the other three did, and because maybe he thought it would buy him more protection in the war, but now he's being sent on missions and the more things develop, the more scary it gets. he sees other order members get injured or die and he sees how determined they are to kill the least amount of people as possible, opting to try and imprison the death eaters rather than take them out completely. peter quickly understands that this isn't where he'll be safest, so when he's given the chance to switch sides.... he does.
peter gets the mark just like reg, they're both in voldys inner circle, so I imagine they see each other at meetings. I think peter would take one look at the people in that room, see regulus, a sort of familiar face, and absolutely cling to him. he tries his hardest to always sit next to him, looks to him for approval whenever he has to speak. regulus is weirded out at first but the longer they talk and sort of float around each other, the more he understands that peter is a lot like him. eventually, he gets the full story on peters' betrayal, complex feelings included, and for the first time in his life, regulus has someone he can genuinely relate to. he feels like he can finally breathe, like he has someone on his team. they're both objectively bad people, but they're a very similar brand of bad that nobody else on the Dark side is. they can tell each other their worst thoughts and know that the other won't judge them because they likely feel the exact same way about something else.
i think they each feel immense guilt for their choices (peter, for betraying his friends; regulus for being exactly who sirius says he is), they just don't have the courage or reason to change their situations (yet). since this whole thing has been pretty canon compliant, I'm not sure if they would ever define their relationship in concrete terms.... but the feelings are definitely there!! it's very private, very secretive, absolutely nobody knows. at meetings, they're just like everyone else there: closed off, cold, aloof. they don't really talk to each other, peter quickly stops looking at regulus so much. but behind closed doors... they're wrapped around each other in utter silence, just allowing themselves to breathe. sometimes they talk, sometimes they do other things, sometimes they just sit and do nothing.
I haven't really considered what would happen after the whole horcrux situation, how regulus' choice would change things between them, but I imagine that their quiet tranquility would probably end. if reg tells him at all, pete would 100% try to talk him out of going to the cave. the idea that they're both cowards, but given the right circumstances, they can force themselves to be brave is really interesting to me, especially given what they each chose to be brave about. because reg did manage to gather the courage to do the right thing, despite how hard it must have been to go against his family. but peter didn't. he just got worse, summoning his own courage to give up james and lily, to frame sirius, to kill those muggles, to do all of these things until he wasn't scared of doing them anymore. it's just something that scratches my brain....
this got really long I'm so sorry. I'm not even sure if it even describes their relationship the way I intended but oh well!
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This is the last post I plan on making about the current situation.
I've been trying to recall what it is that might be getting repeated, and there's a couple instances I can think of that are pretty ripe for taking snips:
There are chat logs where I made unkind generalizations about autistic cis men, in the context of the majority of my experiences with them being largely negative, and being relieved that I had a space where my own neurodiversity had room to unfold.
She has chatlogs where I commented on not fully understanding trans men who still veered ultra-femmy, even though I don't have any trouble wrapping my head around butch trans women. That contradiction made me think about it quite a bit, and ultimately decided it wasn't a great opinion to have/was mostly just some lingering All Things Being Binary shit I still find myself unpacking.
I'm sure there's other thorny conversations that can be pruned for content, but I'm having trouble thinking of what it is beyond interpersonal clashes and, yeah. I've already seen the depths of missing context there.
There is no better example, in fact, than the comparison of shadowy werewolves with glowing eyes/teeth. It was taken from a concept that was tabled after approval was actively sought because there was a recognized stylistic overlap. Since 'shadow werewolf with glowing eyes/teeth' is a very common visual element in a lot of werewolf artwork, we also went on to discuss when those visual elements would best be avoided, and when they could be put to use.
This wasn't mentioned in the original comparison posts. Nor was it mentioned that it was never intended for public posting. It was a thumbnail idea for promotional material, drawn over a month ago - and nearly a full year after Lacey's skin tone changed - and it was quietly set aside in favor of other ideas.
Bottom line, I don't have any control over what she does with what she has. I don't have any control over what people think about it. But I do have control over what I do with me, and what I plan to do is stay off social media for the forseeable future, and keep working on the projects that matter to me, like I always have.
In the meantime, if you know me off social media:
I do not want to be contacted about any additional escalation
I do not need to know about any further instances of reposted chatlogs or artwork
It's kind of you to want to know my side of the story, but for my own reasons I'd rather not go into it beyond what I've already posted.
If we discussed commission work that you no longer want, please let me know ASAP so I can remove you from the list I have prepped for when I get back to taking those. Those of you who contacted me about it already have my email address.
All that being said, I understand if even with context, some comments lose people. I'm not gonna hold that against anyone. Where I'm at in my own development is probably not going to be enough for some, and that's fine. It doesn't have to be, and it won't stop me from continuing to try.
End of the day, keep in mind that this is still a personal altercation being made public, with everything that entails.
PS - If any other art is being posted: understand that it is being done without permission, after Ependa and I both actively tried to delete those pieces off the server, stated we'd done so intentionally, and then actively requested those files be deleted off the server/her machine when we were made aware of the fact that she was using third party plugins to retain access.
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Work Life Balance
Lucifer x F!Escort Reader
Possesive kink Mommy kink Mention of Asmo
Slow burn?
Word Count: 1,800+
After a long night with one of your clients you sat down in your bed sliding off your high heels.
You sighed as your hair elegantly fell to your shoulders. Your purse sat next to you as you took out your payment and presents as you counted. You smiled to yourself after counting the amount. Then all of a sudden your DDD beeped. You looked at it as you threw it on the bed as you jumped up. "Why would he call me now!?"
You took your DDD as you slowly lifted it. The notification was from Lucifer. A missed call- Oh shit OH SHIT. You suddenly got a text from Lucifer.
[Lucifer]
Your arrogance to ignore my calls this late is foolish.
I'm so sorry!! I was just getting ready for bed!
[Lucifer]
This late at night? I know you have been sneaking in, and don't lie it's shameful.
I just have long work shifts!!
[Lucifer]
Hm "work" I myself are burnt out so I'll let this slide.
Okay goodnight....
[Lucifer]
Goodnight and do make sure this won't happen again.
You felt glad knowing your job was secret from the guys, especially Lucifer. You have no shame in your job, but if they find out they'll get annoyed and ruin it. And Lucifer acting like a parent doesn't help. And you have no idea how Lucifer would take it and ruin your image of yourself. Especially when he's your crush.
You sighed knowing after RAD another shift with a client wants to go to a dinner and club.
[...]
Lucifer was lost in thought as he looked at your text messages. He wonders what your job entails to be home so late. Maybe it's a hard working job where you're on the verge of breaking? What job is it? Lucifer immediately reddened as he realized he worried about you. He will follow you to make sure you're okay. As a friend-! Nothing more- Lucifer thought as his eyes slept.
[...]
"Ah bye dear have fun at your job!" Asmo laughed as he kissed you on your cheek waving you goodbye. "Yea thanks bye!" You hurriedly rushed with bags to a bus. Without knowing Lucifer was spying on you as he walked up to Asmo. "Lucifer did you try your face masks I lent you!" Asmo smiled as Lucifer grunted in annoyance. "Where do they go every night Asmo?" Lucifer looked down at Asmo as he made a smug face.
"Their job duh! Why are you worried???" "Sigh you know nothing either?" Lucifer sighed as he walked along Asmo. "You could also just follow their bus route you know." He said applying his mascara with a hand mirror. "Don't say anything about this." Lucifer said as he ran to the buses. "Sigh oblivious type gets old but cute."
[...]
"I see you're wearing that dress and necklace I got you." Your client was cracking jokes as you both eated dinner.You nodded as you took a bite out of your stake. "It's very pretty and red is my favorite color!" "I know, would you like dessert?" "Oh yes, let me get some tiramisu!"
"Ah sir would you like to order some dishes or have more wine?" "I'd like some tiramisu." Lucifer clenched his teeth as he saw what your "job" was. Jealousy was the minimum of what Lucifer felt. How could you pick such a low rank demon? He wasn't even funny with his jokes! His eyes stared down at you with disapproval.
To be honest seeing you laugh with another man and letting him buy you dinner;made him realize how much he cares about you. Lucifer feels guilty and shameful as he finishes his dessert.
As the demon left your smile faltered as you took your phone out and went on Devilgram. You knew he was having an emotional affair with you. So seeing him act like this made you feel annoyed and guilty.
Lucifer was shocked at the least with your true colors almost choking on his wine. So this wasnt a relationship? What's happening with you? He was about to text you until he came back.
"Hey I'm sorry I have to go. Your cut won't be split and thank you for your time." The demon said as he hurriedly left. You sighed thankfully your payment was in full. You walked up to the door going home early for once.
Lucifer was in disbelief as he wondered how to assess the situation. Were you a "escort"? Why? Do you enjoy it? Do you need money? Lucifer realized you both need to talk about this. He grabbed his DDD to text you.
[Lucifer]
Meet me in my study in 45 minutes.
Uh sure?
[Lucifer]
Good, see you then.
As you walked into Lucifer's study he was "doing some work" as he looked at you coming in. "We need to talk about your job keeping you. Especially at night." Lucifer said, trying to see any signs of nervousness.
"Oh you know I'm just hard working haha-" Did Lucifer find out? Is he worried about me? Wait, is "he" worried about "me"? You were lost in the train of thought until Lucifer stood up. "What is your job exactly?" He stepped behind you, his breath shivering your neck.
"It's a job dealing with customers." You laughed awkwardly as Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "As in satisfying customers?" Walking back in front of you sitting on his desk. Your cheeks felt red as you scrunched up your dress. Oh crap your dress! You didn't change! No wonder he's suspicious!
"You could say that!" Your heart pounded as Lucifer's glare deepened. "I'm proud you have a job with a good pay I'm assuming? Can't you adjust your hours or take a day off?" Lucifer interrogated you hoping you'd tell the truth.
"I want you to do well in work and studies but also have time for yourself. And I want you to know you can tell me anything." Lucifer's gaze softened. You wondered if you should tell him. You never liked taking favors so you wanted to use your own money. And a small part of you wanted Lucifer to be impressed by your independence.
Lucifer walked up to you as your face felt hot and flustered. His demeanor was dark, being one of the most powerful demons. Even to his brothers he plays a strict role with fear. Yet with you his role is demolished he wants to make you feel loved by him.
"Luc-" you barely breathed out. His eyes looked at you as he leaned in. "Did you have a nice meeting with your boyfriend? I saw you two at a restaurant." Your eyes widened. "I could make you so much happier! I love you! Please let me have a chance." Lucifer pleaded as you were struck with shock. So many thoughts running through your head. "I see, I'm sorry for intruding in your life." Lucifer's eyes were forming tears as he walked to the door.
You had no idea what to do about the situation so you grabbed Lucifer's sleeve. He turned around. "I-I am an escort... Lucifer please don't see me in disgust! It's just a job and mhm!!" Lucifer's hand grabbed your face as he kissed you. His lips were soft as he leaned in. His hand found your waist as you broke the kiss.
"You could never disgust me. And I don't care about your profession. I just want you to have a healthy combination of work." He breathed out. You smiled as you kissed Lucifer again.
"You were jealous of Luci?" You laughed as Lucifer's face turned red. "Ahem, I was just worried about you." You giggled as Lucifer turned to you smiling. "You're really hot when you are though~"you whispered as Lucifer smirked.
"Would you like me to show you how "much" I love you?" Lucifer beamed over you. "I um ah don't know-" you rambled. "Please just enjoy my love." Lucifer softly pushed you on to his desk as he swiftly pushed your legs apart.
"Wait Lucifer , this is a new dress! My loyal client bought it!" You whimpered. Lucifer's gaze darked as he pushed your legs up and split until your hole was on display. Lucifer grabbed your thighs as he smiled. "I'll be your most loyal client and make you forget about him."
"Wait ahh-!" You moaned as Lucifer licked your folds as your cries filled the room. His saliva covered your clit as he bit it softly. As your back arched. You grabbed Lucifer's hair immediately as you pushed him in.
"Luc-i-fer please more smore you're the only one!" You cried as tears flowed down. Lucifer looked at you as you cried and whined for "him". Your juices spilt all over his chin as he put his tongue through your hole. The soft gummy walls making his dick throb. "Luce I'm so close!" Lucifer's tongue started going deeper as he moaned into your hole. As your hands grabbed his hair for life as your orgasm overcame.
Lucifer licked all the juices as his head slowly came up. Your eyes were filled with water and your dress ridden up to show your waist. "You're quite loud and submissive aren't you?" You looked away in embarrassment as Lucifer chuckled. "Don't go all shy on me now. You're going to scream soon." You whined as Lucifer kissed you.
He lifted your dress to your neckbone as your breasts perked up. Your nipples hardened as the cold air hit. "Your breasts are so perfect." Lucifer sighed as he massaged it. "That feels so good." You sighed leaning back to the table. "Anything more I should know?" You shook your head as you moaned.
"Hm we'll see." Lucifer popped one in this mouth. Seductively sucking in feeling your skin in his teeth. His half lidded eyes staring at your face movements. He let out a big pop as you looked up. "You taste so good,Mommy". He smiled as he looked at you in shock. "Oh Mommy what's wrong, did I do something?" Your face went up as he chuckled.
"Please fuck me." You mumbled as you looked away. "Don't worry Mommy, I will fuck you." Lucifer unzipped his pants as his dick was swollen. He held your legs again as he aligned his dick in your entrance.
You both grunted as he slid it in. "Harder so much harder! "As you wish Mommy." Lucifer grunted as he pounded on you. You felt as if your hole was fit for Lucifer. The friction was non-existent as it slid in without any delay.
[...]
Lucifer and you snuggled in his bed after a long night. "Why did you become an escort if you don't mind me asking?""Life back then wasn't the greatest and I had to make a source of income. And I'm too prideful and scared to ask you guys."
Lucifer sighed as he looked at you. "You can count on us my dear you don't have to continue this.I want you to focus on your studies and try to find a new job." "And focus on my boyfriend~" you giggled as Lucifer held you close. "I love you Lucifer." You sighed as you fell asleep. "I love you more."
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In the dark timeline, what do you think would happen if Neil Gaiman wrote it so Aziraphale and Crowley didn’t reunite and reconcile in S3? 👀
In the infinite sunshine timeline, how would everyone react if S3 was just South Downs fluff?
Finally, what’s a plot twist nobody would see coming?
OK OK putting my good omens thoughts under the cut because we're gonna be here a while. strap in.
-Dark timeline where they don't reunite and reconcile is admittedly VERY hard to envision. They've always relied on each other in some capacity whether they like it or not (literally their FIRST INTERACTION before the beginning is Crowley needing Aziraphale's help). I'd imagine Aziraphale would have a LOT to sort out on his own, and it would not be easy at all for him, if even possible given the circumstances. He'd have the whole Second Coming to handle (and also hope he can somehow thwart), all while Heaven is likely watching like a HAWK, all while he wouldn't want to be doing any of it at all. For the first time in thousands of years he'd be truly alone, and I doubt he'd have a plan that would feel reliable. It would be awful. There's only so much a single angel can do. The Book of Life is also a very real threat. Falling is also something he's still worried about. He'd have to get VERY lucky. I doubt he could just sway the Metatron into a different opinion (although I'm sure he'll try). I think he's pretty fucked unless God were to intervene and look out for him.
Not that he'd be satisfied in the end, even if the world was saved and everything was fine. He'd never forgive himself if he didn't reconcile with Crowley by the end of things, I'd imagine.
I also think Crowley would never shake the feeling of something being wrong, even if Aziraphale doesn't reach out to him for help (which... come on. He will. Where else could he go?). He always expected a "big one", he just doesn't know when or where it'll happen, but obviously Heaven would need Aziraphale for SOMETHING. They wanted to erase Gabriel's memories because he refused to do Armageddon 2.0! Do you really think that's gonna stop them? That they won't just try again? Their whole deal is that they're insistent on this. They won't let up. That's not gonna change no matter who's in charge, and he knows it. I can't see Crowley giving up on Earth until it's too late, maybe abandoning ship last second as to avoid his own demise, but it's a question as to what he could piece together on his own, whether or not Hell would still tell him things, etc when it comes to what he'd actually try to achieve. After all, you can't thwart what you don't know the details of. It would be a lost cause. (Personally, I don't see him becoming a Duke of Hell either; it's something I can enjoy in fanworks but I don't see him as the type to take that deal even to 'spite Aziraphale' in canon. Not unless he hoped to get intel? But I think he'd much rather not have them watching him.)
Could either of them thwart the Second Coming on their own or with others besides each other? Very, very unlikely, and it would be a very close call, and probably still entail other sorts of disaster. Could they do it without crossing paths at least once? Also very unlikely. (After all, the entire driving force of S1/the book is how many people come together for Armageddon in attempts to either start or stop it). If they work at this and want to stand a chance they're doomed to reunite, and therefore, doomed to reconcile. They would quite literally have to be exterminated or wiped out of the Book of Life in order to never reunite (and I just don't think this is that kind of story). Make of this what you will.
(I also can't see them just being able to go back to before their feelings were revealed to each other, either. There's no pretending it isn't there, anymore. Crowley said as much. No more hiding. I don't think this doomed their relationship going forward, even if it may take a while to fully smooth things over.)
TL;DR They'd fight like hell for Earth, probably wouldn't be able to succeed without the other, probably die trying anyways and with many regrets regarding each other. Best case scenario God personally intervenes out of the blue and mercifully decides to thwart Heaven's own plan but they both still spend the rest of eternity thinking of what could've been. They'd hate it. They'd miss each other SO BAD and would (fail to) pretend they didn't.
-Pure South Downs fluff would be such tonal whiplash lmao and would also feel kinda unearned? I think fluffier moments shine brightest when the characters have had to work for it a little and Aziraphale/Crowley still have a LOT of problems that need to be sorted in order to be able to be happy together. (Also it's just... not gonna happen. You can't tease the Second Coming and then skip past it to an "everything's fine" future.) The entire point of S3 for me is we KNOW where they'll end up- we want to see HOW. It's not a story without stakes and consequences and a bit of risk, at least when it comes to Good Omens. That isn't to say that they need to be tortured or whatever in S3 to feel earned, but we need to see a lot of things get wrapped up (Second Coming, Aziraphale needs Heaven to leave him alone + needs to be able to work through his complicated feelings regarding it, Crowley needs for Hell to stop calling on him, they need to be able to safely communicate what they want, they need to talk about the kiss, etc). We want to see these!! We can't get these without a bit of hurt. I wanna see them break free more than I want pure fluff. That's just me though.
(With that being said, I hope that at least they get a BIT of time next season to just... be together. Happily. And do some of the things they couldn't before. And by a 'bit of time' I mean 'I sure do hope it's more than like 2 minutes before the credits roll but I will take literally anything I can get at this point'. There's potential here!!! So much of it!!! And they deserve it!!! It's just not the show's tone for it to take up that much time. I'd miss the chaos too much I think, and I'd miss the catharsis of seeing a character finally getting what they want in real time. Just a BIT of fluff at the end though, all I ask. This could insta-kill me.)
TL;DR Bit too much!!! I want them to bicker!!! In a way that's framed comically!!! This is a comedy show!!! And I want to watch them get through hard times!!! I just also want them to make out afterwards and also save the world and stuff. Then I'll be satisfied.
-Honestly I haven't thought much about possible plot twists in S3? I take the Final Fifteen pretty "straightforward" (I don't think the coffee is spiked, I don't think they stopped time, I don't think they body swapped, I don't think the Metatron will be "secretly good", etc) so I don't think there's really enough to go off of at the moment for me when it comes to the plot itself, let alone plot twists for it. I will say though if God is in S3 I will lose my shit; I have a feeling She wouldn't be "caring" but not 100% pure dark evil either if we DO see Her. I don't think She won't be what most fans expect. (Of course, that's just in the hypothetical that She appears. Who knows?)
TL;DR Where is God I'm scared
It took me over an hour to draft this response my bad
#z.txt#fandomflux33#ask box#nobody can ask me about this show without getting literal essays i apologize </3
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Wannabe Warden Part 19: The personal is political (and therefore top secret Grey Warden missions)
In which people won't stop trying to kill my family for more than an hour at a time.
The political is personal, because Kirkwall is a very small city. Well. It's not. It's massive and very crowded. But you keep bumping into the same few people, so I've learned by now that the best way to discover city-threatening problems is to casually do errands for friends and family.
I pay a social visit to Uncle Gamlen, and look for problems to solve by reading his mail, which I'm pretty sure is a crime, but I'm immune to crime because my family friend is a corrupt cop. An anonymous note from someone who claims to know Gamlen gives him cryptic clues to finding the Gem of Keroshek. What's the Gem of Keroshek? It makes you lucky. Not like critical hits lucky or anything like that. It just very slightly increases your income and minutely increases your chance to hit things.
Ironically, Gamlen spent the family fortune chasing this gem. Somehow. I'm thinking something like he invested all our cash in "Kerocoin." This currency I just made up gives you a stake in the ownership of the Gem of Keroshek. Not like, you have the gem. But. Hypothetically. Anyway, he spent the family fortune chasing the gem because he really wanted it for reasons he never specifies, and now he doesn't want it because he spent all his money chasing it. Say what you like about Uncle Gamlen, he certainly doesn't fall prey to the Gambler's Fallacy. Even though he does literally gamble. And lose all our money. But his logic is airtight.
What does this have to do with keeping Kirkwall safe? Quite a bit. It turns out the Gem of Keroshek does have a power - it makes people want it to irrational extremes, just like the red lyrium. Well. I assume it must, because dozens and dozens of people throw themselves at me trying to get it even though I don't even have it.
This is one of the largest human armies I have ever faced, all lining up to fight the woman who single-handedly killed the Arishok, and also killed his army, though that one wasn't single-handed, it was with my companions. Who are also here. They're fighting the doom squad. All for a gem whose effect is to slightly improve accuracy and coin drops. I've sold more than a dozen more powerful magical artifacts.
Honestly, I'd just walk away from all this, except the search for the gem has endangered my cousin Charade, who I didn't mention before because I just met her. Charade sought it out because her father neglected his wife in favour of the Macguffin, which is the tragic subtext of Indiana Jones and the Holy Grail. Except that was over the cup of Jesus which could grant immortality, whereas this makes you more accurate and rich to a degree you wouldn't even notice if it didn't say so on the label. Unfortunately for Charade, Gamlen doesn't want the magical trinket. He only cares about...uh...his family?
I explain to my dear cousin where she might have gone awry with this plan, which not only didn't involve talking to Gamlen but also entailed actively obscuring her own identity as his daughter, who he didn't know he had, which paints a grim picture of the state of sexual education in the Free Marches.
With this crisis averted and a hole in my family mended, I can rest easy knowing my family is safe for literal minutes before another crisis threatens Kirkwall and my family again. Orsino, the First Enchanter of Kirkwall, wants to deal with a problem among the mages without alerting the lobotomy-happy templars. What's the problem? Uh. There's. Meetings.
Not considering the possibility that his mages might be having secret meetings to resist Meredith, like he is doing right now, Orsino sends the most famous woman in Kirkwall to spy on the meeting, but somehow I'm recognized and they fight me to the death, cryptically saying they know I'm working for Orsino. Are these mages his enemies? Even curiouser, this is a mix of mages and templars, despite them having been bitter enemies.
It turns out that mage-sympathizer Ser Thrask has organized a resistance of mages and templars working together to take down Knight Commander Meredith. A stunning display of peace and solidarity. When they're not trying to murder me.
I would just leave this extremely stupid situation before more good-intentioned people basically run into my axe, but I have to dig deeper, because they kidnapped Bethany!
...from the Grey Wardens?
Ser Thrask is there, and explains they needed leverage against me, correctly guessing that I care more about my accidental Grey Warden sister than anyone else. What I'm stuck on is why they couldn't have picked an easier hostage, like...anybody? Fenris and Merrill live alone. Bethany not only has gravity powers but travels with the Wardens, who wouldn't interfere with their plans (since they're Politics) except if they threatened the order, e.g. by kidnapping a Grey Warden, especially one who is like a daughter to the terrifying unkillable moustachioed menace that is Warden Stroud.
On that note, how did they even pull this off? Bethany explains that "last thing she remembers, she was in her quarters." Her...Grey Warden quarters? Like, she was in a Grey Warden base? How did they get in and out of there? How did they steal a whole lady from the Grey Wardens? And, if they have such illicit skills, why didn't they cut out a lot of unnecessary and frankly stupid steps to their plan and just steal Meredith? She can't have been any harder to attack than the Grey Wardens, especially not Secret Grey Warden Aveline Hawke. What are they afraid of, an army of templars? They are an army of templars!
Thrask tries to explain: they all thought I was their enemy, because they oppose Meredith and I publicly opposed Meredith. Hang on, that doesn't make sense. Well, they know I'm working for Orsino, and he's their enemy, because he...was also publicly opposing Meredith? Even Thrask himself is confused, wondering why I'd side with Meredith even though they know I'm working for Orsino, her enemy. This is your brain on lyrium and/or blood magic.
After a wildly unnecessary fight, Cullen comes just out of time to arrest the conspirators so the mages can be executed and the templars can have their pay docked. I tell him not to make the situation worse by unnecessary executions, especially not Alain, who saved my sister.
While his fellow templars are exhibiting templar sexual dimorphism, Cullen, who is working for the evil Meredith and will be until she later snaps and tries to kill apparently everyone, sneers at Alain for a convenient last-minute change of heart.
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Happy New Year! Updates and housekeeping
Everyone who is still here, thank you for your support through the radio silence as this blog has been going through all the difficulty we've all come to expect from the 2020s.
I am still the only active mod. I didn't actually realize how long it had been since anyone else posted -- two years now. I have finally lost contact with Mods Silver and Whisper and their system. Don't worry, I know they're okay, and I'm glad they've gotten comfortable living openly and authentically as a system and are doing what makes them happy.
The main blog they used to create this blog has been abandoned for two years, and even back then it was clear that they were abandoning it permanently. So even though their account is still an admin on this blog, they don't actually have access to it anymore. At some point they deleted the discord server. I'm not sure when that was.
Besides them, there are still three other admins on this blog. I'm pretty sure none of them are ever going to post here again.
So, I'm doing something I didn't want to do, because I kept hoping that I wasn't really the last one left here. I'm going to consider myself as the primary owner of this blog from here on out and do a reboot. If former admins (especially Silver) come back and get upset at me for this, I'm truly sorry. I just can't bear to see this blog gasp and die like this anymore.
What this reboot entails
Immediately after posting this, I'm going to start fiddling with the blog layout. I'm not as good with tumblr themes as the one who set the blog up, and I don't want to break anything, so I'm probably not going to mess with it much. But I'm going to clean out all the old outdated information. I might also delete a nav page or two that don't make sense to have anymore.
I'm going to clean out the askbox and trigger-tag list. I hate to do it, but it's time to start fresh. If you have a request that hasn't been done and you still want it, send it in again. If you have a trigger you still need tagged, send it in again. (The old trigger-tag list was stored on the discord, so I don't have access to it anymore anyway.)
I'm going to rewrite the rules, FAQ, and pinned post. There's a good chance I won't change them much, but I just want to make sure they're accurate to the limitations and boundaries that exist now, and that's gonna be different from when the blog was created.
And, most importantly, I'm going to take on some new mods. I'll have to figure out a way for us to communicate besides a discord server (I'm over the 100-server limit and I don't have money for Nitro anymore) but this was never a blog I could effectively manage completely on my own. I want to have a team again, so everyone can have their requests done in days instead of months.
Thank you all again for your support. I'm glad that, despite everything, this blog is still here.
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Y/n being raised by a single mom and mick being so nervous to meet her🥹
Tw: monoparental families
"Can you help me here, please?", you asked Mick as he made his way to you, his skilled fingers expertly lacing the fabric to make a pretty bow on your lower back before he placed his chin on your shoulder, making you turn your head slightly to kiss his cheek, "thank you, handsome", checking yourself in the mirror and grabbing your bag so you could leave his flat.
You knew Mick had been nervous with meeting your mother for the first time, the scheduling of this dinner had gone back and forth because of all the meetings the three of you had, "hey", you called your boyfriend so you could get his attention, "what? Do you need anything? Are you not feeling well, do you want me to stop the car?", he offered, assuming you were nauseous, "no, I want to know how you are feeling though", you said, squeezing his hand in yours so to help him keep safely driving, "it's just... this is your mother, you know? She's the amazing woman that made you who you are and I'm meeting her. And I'm just me, you know? Or even further, what does she know about me? I know you don't judge me like some do, and I'm not saying your mother will, but there's information there, you know? We've had to postpone this dinner twice because of me, and maybe she read things and I don't want her to think that I'm not worthy of you... or like I shouldn't be with you", he finally admitted and it was almost like the weight he had been carrying on his shoulders vanished, but also settled a little bit on your own, "Park the car there, please", you pointed to the vacant spots on the residential road you were driving through, waiting until Mick stopped the car and looked at you, "Mick, I didn't know you were feeling all of this", you said as you cupped his cheek, "it is because she was the one to raise me that I know she'll love you, not as much as I do, my close enough. Because she taught me what I was worth, and who was worth having in my life, and every single day I choose you because you're worth it all", you smiled, "being a single mother, she's also gotten a lot of misconceptions about herself that are not true, so I'm sure she won't do the same to you because she knows how it feels... and she knows things about you from me that no one else knows, especially how weel you treat me and how you love me", you said before kissing him lips, "you're going to be more than fine", you tried to tranquilize him.
"I just... I've met people before who are less than thrilled to find out their child is related to me, because of everything this entails, and you're too precious to me for anything ot anyone to ruin this", Mick admitted before he placed his hand on top of yours, "I think we'll be just fine, my love".
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my social & political philosophy class was on the history of liberalism. the working definition that my prof gave of liberalism is the view that "individual rights trump the Good". he also made a point of how liberalism is tied to agnosticism about the Good and tries to build a political framework on the assumption that disagreement on metaphysical topics won't go away. when we got to kant i brought up how i think capitalism treats people as a mere means and i didn't really understand how kant's deontology entails liberalism, and his response to that was "sounds like you think liberalism entails socialism". also whenever i would bring up marx, he would say that there's an open question of whether marx was a liberal
what's your opinion on all of this? do you find it to be accurate or a strawman?
liberalism is the view that "individual rights trump the Good". he also made a point of how liberalism is tied to agnosticism about the Good and tries to build a political framework on the assumption that disagreement on metaphysical topics won't go away.
I think that's contentious, liberalism in practice or theoretically is quite clearly not purely agnostic about what constitutes "the Good" - I mean you can go off into ancap land if you take certain aspects of liberal 'individualism' really hardcore seriously, but that has historically not been super representative of liberal philosophy, which has always seen individual rights as the avenue towards achieving the Good (Mill's concept of expanding truth and knowledge, Smith and Locke's notions of society, Rawls' two principles). and liberals weigh in on like a shit ton of metaphysical topics - we're talking about Kant here!
I can see what he's describing in some circumstances, but politics in liberal societies involves taking up positions and contests of values - it might be interested in coming towards compromises or even consensus, but that is not exactly "agnostic," it's the idea that "the Good" will be worked out progressively through deliberative processes and market mechanisms. What you're describing here is kind of reminiscent of Rawls' writings on 'political liberalism' but I think even that does not go quite as far as to claim liberalism is totally agnostic on these issues - rather it's, again, supposed to be something that can only be worked out through a certain kind of political culture, a kind of floor threshold
when we got to kant i brought up how i think capitalism treats people as a mere means and i didn't really understand how kant's deontology entails liberalism, and his response to that was "sounds like you think liberalism entails socialism".
I think the point you've raised is a reasonable one (I remember a mutual talking about how this came up in a class of hers and people were like "oh well obviously that just means the categorical imperative is wrong" rather than allow it to challenge their priors, so this is not an uncommon experience) and I, uh, don't really follow your professor's response. Carlo Rosselli moment. Sounds like he was steering what you had to say back into a narrow framework
also whenever i would bring up marx, he would say that there's an open question of whether marx was a liberal
it's an open question whether Hobbes was an anarchist but I'm not sure that makes it a good question lol. more seriously I just don't know how you can make a claim like that - Marx had certain kinds of "liberal" commitments at various points in his life but there's clearly pretty major rupture. This is like, the kind of claim that arises as a way of recuperating Marx, I think, to turn him into liberalism's gadfly/court jester who can be used as a sort of minor internal corrective. It's pretty popular in like Political Philosophy/Sociological Theory 101 textbooks but I don't really think it has much coherence
I don't know if I would call any of this a strawman (well, maybe the last part), I just think it is not particularly strong political philosophy pedagogy as you have described it. idk not to get overly sentimental but I think political philosophy has such like a rich and interesting and complicated and contentious intellectual history - informed by many world-transforming political and economic events, both good and ill - and it saddens me when stuff gets boiled down to these kind of soundbite takes. which is often the nature of political philosophy courses but I think we can strive for better
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i need to relisten to wolf359 bc it was YEARS ago so i don't remember much, but i have this specific idea about hera post-canon
i don't remember if they get her onto the escape vessel (im pretty sure they have to? she has the power of navigation being a literal slave station?) but when they get back to earth, in the chaos that ensues, jacobi makes sure to somehow... store hera? only her personality matrix, if that's possible. he could break into the high performance computing cluster of some university and store her in a little known spot, then "break her out" later.
i don't remember how much in character this is (he seemed a bit more chummy with the haephestus crew by this point), but i imagined him building either (1) a robot body (who knows how common that is on earth at this point) or (2) an eyepiece and earpiece for here's personality to exist in, so she can in SOME way go out, see the world and talk to them still once they're off the escape vessel.
i want her to still be with them even when they're not on a ship anymore.
first: you should absolutely relisten! and you should let me know your thoughts, when you relisten. especially if it's been years, i'd be really curious to know if and how your opinions have changed!
thankfully, you remember right - hera does go back with them, and the final scene and sentiment of the show definitely implies that eiffel, hera, and minkowski intend to stick together. they would fight for her to stay with them. which does get potentially complicated, from both a legal and practical standpoint.
(and i won't get into my thoughts about post-canon jacobi here, but i will say... he went to MIT and was friends with maxwell; he's more likely than eiffel or minkowski or lovelace to know people who know people who could maybe help hera. and wolf 359 loves to put characters in situations where they have to rely on people they don't particularly like. they've even done that with jacobi and hera specifically - ep 57. "sure. fine. as long as it's not jacobi doing it, it's fine." cut to jacobi doing it. of course.)
i don't think AI is actually that common in the world of wolf 359; hera is the first AI eiffel and minkowski have met, and even maxwell, working for the "best AI research lab in the country" was unaware of the existence of "full-minded" AI (however that's defined) until she was recruited by goddard in 2013. my impression is that it's, like, something people are aware of, but it's still very detached from the average person's life, and AI personhood is not even a consideration yet. having an android body would definitely make hera... visible, in some ways that she might not like.
maybe worth noting that goddard is also very into biotech, and there's some interesting... overlap with that and the dear listeners' duplicates in terms of what it asks about 'artificiality', in my opinion. wolf 359 is very much a show about humanity, and i think any post-canon extension of those themes would have to be about... learning to be a person on earth, with all that entails, and the way that applies to hera's situation is meaningful to me. all of which is just kind of a rambling way to say, yes, i'm also totally in favor of hera having a body. like, on one hand, because i think there's something to it as a discussion about disability and bodies in general, with the way it would re-contextualize her experiences on the hephaestus and the pain she's been living with - and that a lot of things she experienced without a body and felt were unique to her, she would still experience with one. but i also think it's the best option for her; i really think anything else would by design deny her autonomy and freedom of movement on earth. from a more sentimental standpoint, i just want her to be able to go to a real beach and put her hands in the ocean.
#hi!! thank you for the ask. i really appreciate it#i'm so sorry it took me a while to get back to you. i've been really sick this week. but! i have a ton of thoughts#about hera and embodiment - especially as that relates to transness and disability. if that is an interesting topic to you#i would love to talk more about it. one of my favorite things.#asks#wolf 359#w359
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Apologies if this is too personal, please just disregard this if so. But I'm just curious: What are your thoughts on Asleep in a Blizzard these days, especially after writing The Precipice and your own original novel? (congrats on that btw, as someone who's also working on an original book I'm wishing you the best of luck!) It's still one of those fics I think about on occasion and for good reason, but how do you feel about it and Evelyn after so long?
You know, it's funny because aside from the few asks I've gotten about it over the past year, I hadn't thought much about it. But earlier this year, I ran into @koko-raccoon when Ilona and I met up with some friends in town. I didn't realize they'd been following me since the AiaB days, and we got to talking about it. Between them and the users who've sent very kind messages about it, it sort of made me realize that I made something that resonated with people, that they remembered fondly over a decade later, after it had finished. Something that seems to be across the board is the notion that while they can't remember plot, details, or specific scenes, they remember how they felt reading it, and that's been sticking with me.
A lot of Precipice readers have sent the same type of messages, that the story moves them to feel something they can relate to in their own lives. I've been thinking a lot about it while working on my book, and it got me hoping that whatever that secret ingredient is, I hope I'm able to keep having it show up in all my works. Whether its Evelyn and Benson or Gustavo and Bruno, or something original now moving forward, no matter what the plot or specifics entail, I want to keep touching people in that way - through their emotions. Especially if they're emotions where they feel seen, heard, and understood.
Looking back on Evelyn specifically, I wrote her at a time when I was going through a depression lull, which now I believe to be an autistic burnout. I think she did what I wanted her to do at the time, which was to let out feelings I couldn't explain through a fictional character, and when I felt what I needed to feel, I was ready to move on from her. I'm sure if my life stayed the course, I could say the same for Gus in the Precipice. He did what I needed him to do at the time, and it was a way for me to heal something inside me I couldn't put my finger on. These days, I'm realizing he was a part of me that longed for closure for things I couldn't understand, when life felt unfair and confusing, like the suicide of a loved one, or other heavy emotions that I couldn't explain. They'd built up over the course of ten years, so by the time I wrote it in 2022, I had a lot of feelings to work with in creating Bruno's prequel.
After a year in therapy, and per a post I wrote a few days ago, realizing now as an adult that I have autism and c-ptsd, I can see how those feelings and fears translated into how I developed those characters. I won't get into specifics, but I think the parts of Evelyn specifically where I sprinkled in bits of myself were what made that secret ingredient be something special, although I'm saying this as the writer and not the reader. It was a long time ago, so I don't know what parts remained stuck to readers and their emotions, but for Precipice, it's a lot more recent and I'm able to pinpoint exactly what feelings I was tapping into with both Gus and Bruno.
I'm glad I got my start with them in writing big, personal themes in long form prose, and they gave me some incredible friendships over the past decade. I have Ollie who's a little sister to me, both my Best Man and Maid of Honor were people I met through my story too. I had a whole table at our wedding reserved for people I met because of Evelyn and AiaB! And two of them live nearby and we get to see each other often! Precipice too gave me lifelong friends, which I'm incredibly grateful for considering the tail end of the story is when I was struggling pretty hard with emotional trauma. I think both fanfics did their jobs in letting me get out feelings of how I see and live in the world, and they gave me some real ones that I can't wait to grow old with.
Now that I finished my book, it's been great to be able to see the patterns of my work throughout the years. To know myself and what stories I like to tell. I'm probably never going to write fanfics again, mostly because I'm ready to expand to original characters and stories, and not to mention my themes aren't exactly best suited for family programming and animation that I tend to hyperfixate over lol
But I'm glad I'm doing it now, and I'm glad I'm taking Gustavo along for the ride!
GOOOSH hold on, let me tell you, when I went to the writers conference in April, and I was pitching the book, the SWELLING OF MY HEART when the agent smiled and looked at me when I talked about Gus! After the pitch she told me to always lead with him in any future pitches as he was the best, most compelling character. This isn't to say the others aren't compelling, but Gustavo has a very specific role in this story that acts like a backbone throughout the novel. To hear A PROFESSIONAL AGENT say that about him??? I was floored I so happy!!!
I can't wait until I get to share this book with you guys, especially those of you that have been around since AiaB (I'm pretty sure I made my Tumblr around that time in order to post about it. Wow, the time flies). Thank you so much for always being so supportive, and I wish you the best of luck on your book as well!!
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Rewatching Link Click and thinking about the timeline(s). These thoughts are not put together at all, it's just my 4:30 am ramblings, but still.
Is it just one timeline or multiple? Do multiple timelines exist at one time, side by side or does a new timeline replace the previous one when something is changed?
And the nodes, the nodes are very interesting to me personally. Despite the repeated message of 'the past cannot be changed' we see that it can be. For example the basketball game being won rather than lost due to Cheng Xiaoshi's actions. I kinda think of the nodes being different sizes. Small nodes being changes that can be made without alerting the result of a large (i.e. important) node. I don't know if or what exactly medium nodes would be. I imagine small nodes to be easier to change and large nodes to be much harder to change. And death nodes are also interesting. I don't think it's actually the case that death nodes can't be changed, more like they shouldn't be changed. Death nodes probably have much stronger and potentially more dire consequences and ripple effects on the future. Back to the idea of large nodes again. Important nodes that are hard to change, nodes that should probably be kept as is. Certain nodemresults must be kept in place for the present not to change, although which nodes those are probably vary depending on who's present exactly you're focused on preserving (I imagine there's probably a lot of overlap, but there's also a lot of people and events) other things can be changed and while it certainly will effect things it won't effect the present being preserved too much (small nodes). Iwonder if these larger nodes, serve as sort of pins for the timeline, essentially keeping the timeline in place from fracturing beyond repair. They would be especially important if there's only one timeline, rather than multiple. Maybe medium nodes would be similar to large nodes and function to help keep the timeline in place but the results can all be altered without the timeline completely shattering? I'm not sure what exactly a fully fractured timeline would entail, all possibilities happening at once? Everyone dying? Something more horrific?
Honestly I'm more inclined to believe that there are multiple timelines, not entirely sure why I just kinda feel that fits, I also feel pretty, not confident exactly but set? Comfortable in? The idea of death nodes not being impossible to change but rather events you shouldn't touch, something extremely difficult to achieve but possible, although likely very costly. That's just how I'm personally viewing death nodes until further notice. The rest of my thoughts are just kinda random ramblings and not all that fleshed out or thought out.
Sorry this is kinda a long post, but thanks for reading through my rambling anyways, supposing you didn't scroll past my wall of text
#shiguang daili ren#Link Click#Timelines#Rambling#Late night/early morning thoughts#Theories?#If you could call it that
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