#i hope theyll never speak that language never again

[verdemint]

So not only he writes shitty books, hes a shitty journalist, hes also a shitty person with shitty opinions, good to know

My haterism feel so vindicated

they’ll never make me like u

Maybe after 25 years in this sport u could learn some Spanish or italian maybe!

[rqs902]

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enyu’s mom calls him "公子哥" is he rich or is this a JOKE LOL and his mom is at a bar IM CRYING HAHA 

i just get a feeling youku eliminated shiwei for dramatic effect... 

but aw xue en crying over weihao and mxy saying star master kids are all worthy to lin mo 

L O L i was gonna be like oh thats nice enyu’s dad asked about his friends, he’s really been paying attention but then he starts throwing these

L O L I SEE WHERE HE GETS HIS REALNESS FROM HAHAHHAHA

LOL NOW HE KNOWS HOW IT FEELS

omg xikan wanting to call luo zheng!!!! im grateful theyre still close, theyre doing such different things now

awww mubo !!! being all supportive and protective of zuo ye 

hHAHAHA omg fan yu talking on the phone to renyu is so cute, so expressive with the gasp when renyu says they just recorded elims and then the AHHHH and OH MY GOD when he says he and zaixi were eliminated and the ALSKJLAKS and loud sigh when renyu reveals he just tricked him hahahaha theyre so cute omg can fan yu pls show up at the next perf, id die

lin ran’s “new world new me” im cry

lol renyu’s getting roasted by his team mates but at least they didnt really ditch him 

what is this set up anyway? theyre given a mission to leave, so theyre allowed to run around... but not? who planned this lol youku......

LOL jin fan tryin to reason why theyll be ok going to guangzhou 

did their group just get special permission bc director li hao?

hahaha ayyy zhan yu jumped first, you go child! not surprised somehow that he’d love it

lin mo’s group went to the same place? LOL but also they seem so much more under control LOL such a guai group 

LOL WHY ARE THEY SO LOUD HAHAHAH i dont think ive ever seen people that loud on a roller coaster LOL 

LOL why am i not surprised enyu is the one carrying xzx 

i cant with xzx and his heelys omg

leave it to csp to relate bungee jumping to some great deeper meaning for zlj’s personal growth hahahah but good on the kid for going through with it. interesting that zixin said he sees himself in zlj so much

HAHAHHAHA THIS FACE

when reminded he’s the hormone representative his face changed so fast im crying 

ycw is laughing his butt off and i love how it says “children’s playground” in the background

when ycw gets thoroughly ignored

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA OSCAR’S SSHHHHHHHH AND XUE EN TELLS HIM TO WATCH HIS “LANGUAGE LANGUAGE” HAHAHAHHA 

i just realized theres an english speaking line in this group :’) syh, xue en, oscar 

awwwwwwwwww them all planning to sing him happy birthday on the dot and setting it up so he can be at the top at that moment awwww thats so fun

LOL the way that oscar cursed his way to the top and is sweating so hard LOL the poor kid omg HAHAHHA

aw he can tell syh drew the card

LOL ITS OKAY OSCAR I STRUGGLE WITH READING TOO 

get you a friend like ycw who’ll tell you that you can decide how to pronounce words right, just because its your birthday 

struggling to read xue en’s handwriting LOL 

HHAHAHAHHAHAHA HOW DOES XZX RECOGNIZE IT’S HUANG ENYU BY FEELING HIS PECS HAHAHHAHA

i feel the need to just say huang junrong looks so adorable in his bright yellow outfit hahah

there’s two types of kids in this group: hjr and enyu screaming their butts off, and lin mo and xzx wallowing in regret of their life decisions

hjr and enyu always saying its too short when the ride ends LOL

lin mo talking real talk over dinner about their feelings BC HES A REAL LEADER and knows how important it is to address this. these concerns are obviously very present in his mind, even when theyre out having fun to relax, and he’s still trying his best to figure out how he can help them and motivate them. 

makes sense that they would include enyu interview clips bc hes surely spouting the real talk, but i think its interesting its mainly him and lin mo getting screen time. 

enyu would be the one to speak up and say something when lin mo is trying to talk to them though. i think theyre both right though, im guessing lin mo is in part too nice, bc he doesnt feel comfortable enough with them to be as strict as he normally is, bc he knows they have reason to not be motivated and he feels bad for them. but at the same time, he brings up a good point that they themselves need to have their own motivation. it cant just be him putting in effort. and i HUGELY respect that he is telling this to them straight up bc its a hard conversation to have, esp bc im sure he wants them to like him as a friend. but i respect that he knows if they have problems they have to air them out bc lack of communication will be too costly. 

momo is lucky he has someone like enyu on his team who’ll actually talk to him with real opinions rather than just hide in fear of disrupting the status quo. literally enyu is the one voicing that he doesnt want takeout and he doesnt want to stay up late, and other people agree, but the surprise on lin mo’s face just tells you that he wouldnt have even realized these are things that are bothering his teammates unless they straight up told him, and thankfully enyu did, bc lin mo thankfully is reasonable and willing to change his habits for the sake of the group TO HELP THEM. hes willing to do anything he can to help them, as long as they tell him what they want from him. huang enyu’s lesson in communication, dont let people guess, just tell them straight up 

its interesting bc its clear enyu respects lin mo a lot, says he has the experience and the skill and the right to yell at them to get it together, but hes still not afraid to tell lin mo he thinks lin mo should be more strict with them. and then i respect lin mo for not backing down when being criticized and for strongly insisting that they need to put in effort themselves too. he cant force them to do anything they dont want to do themselves. they themselves have to want to do well. 

lin mo is really out here taking care of his group of children and leading them and helping them and looking out for them and im just floored by his leadership yet again. i really hope they can pull it together. 

lin mo is a dork and stanning him leads to mostly either second-hand embarrassment or disappointment. from qcyn to snzm, it just always feels like he’s being mistreated and taken advantage of and stepped on, and sad things just keep happening to him. but then he has these moments where he reminds you of why he’s worth stanning. why it’s worth waiting for something good to finally actually happen. and why he deserves those good things. its just so nice to see hes getting some appreciation and recognition for the things he does. at least youku let us see his leadership in action. 

aw 

totally not surprised akey is there to drive the conversation for their group’s real talk time. tyger co-leader translates clearly hahah

LOL LI HAO TOTALLY FORGOT THE SNZM DANCE LOL

im like not surprised xikan’s group got the least adventurous adventure bc hes not afraid to show how serious hes taking this competition, but also somehow still feel like hes not getting better treatment relative to being number one?? maybe im just overthinking 

honestly all things considered im okay with this being the debut group

i mean i love ycw and zry but i feel like this makes sense to me.

this looks scary lol lin ran wyd

but yea even the way they framed the cliff hanger for next week... why do i just feel like xikan is not being treated with the respect he deserves?? 

anywayyyyyyyyyyyy for 少年營業中

LOL gz’s impression of zlj watching scary movies sounds so accurate im ded

zixin is so adorable!! i love his outfit too ahhah 

LOL gz’s sassy response to zlj responding when xue en says he’s gonna talk about a cute trainee with highly regarded visuals 

why am i totally not surprised xue en didnt get scared but zixin got scared AGAIN lol 

why do i suddenly get the realization that we hardly ever see ycw and zlj interact 

it just feels weird to see them together even tho they obviously have overlapping friend groups lol....

poor shiwei isnt even here and they keep talking about him LOL at least theyre not even really roasting him LOL ycw and yzx too nice for that

im just DYING at the cto gege’s laughing SO HARD HAHAHA 

and ycw’s face LOL 

xue en’s laugh made this ep worth it LOL

wow should i be happy that lin mo is finally in the next ep of this side show, or sad that jin fan never got to appear and itll be the last ep :( im also excited to see lin ran again! wow its weird to think that snzm is ending soon, it felt like the first 7 eps were like a slow burn and now its a mad rush to the end 

[violentmouths]

It's a Dat- I mean Playdate.

Chapter 2: Hello

I couldn't keep watching these children, I flickered my eyes onto Nero and Vitale, who were chasing after each other, and as always Vitale was far behind. "Pick up your feet and run Vitale!" I called out, Vitale looked at me before hitting the ground, he got up and brushed his knees off, sniffling and rubbing his face with his forearm; he was crying.

I rolled my eyes at how the fall caused Vitale to cry, surely it wasn't that rough? "Don't cry about- ugh!" I scoffed, the woman looked up from her book and let out a chuckle "A handful?" The woman asked, slowly turning her gaze towards me, I looked at her from the corner of my eyes before looking back at my son who ran after Nero again "Yeah, they cry alot..." I groaned, rubbing at my temples, the woman laughed again.

"Well, it does hurt to hit the ground, but at least your children are more lively than my little ones..." She trailed off, pointing her chin at children in the sandbox, I crossed my legs and looked at the kids; so they were her children.

But why was their skin complexion different from hers?

"They seem fine to me." I started, the woman cocked a blonde eyebrow at me, "Exactly what child knows how to make perfect sandcastles?" She asked after, which had me for a moment "You have a point there." I sighed, looking at the children put their final touches on the sandcastle.

It wasn't long until they were just staring at their work, they weren't happy or clapping their hands to show that they've completed it, they just looked at it "Only monster children could do such, they sure love to flaunt their talents around, but no one really cares..." The woman explained.

I nodded my head before holding out my hand for her to take "Name's Vergil, Vergil Sparda." I announced, the woman looked at my hand for a few seconds, later on taking it into her soft warm hand "Alexandra Sirene, pleased to meet such a man like you." She replied, my eyes almost fell out of my head when I heard her say that last part.

"What're their names? They're so cute." Alexandra asked, pointing at Nero and Vitale, who were on the monkey bars, I pointed my chin at Nero "That one's Nero," I said, then pointing my chin at Vitale "and that's Vitale." I said after, Alexandra put a hand on her chest and sighed, "Oh they're just the most lively children I've ever seen! She cooed, she looked back at her children in the sandbox "The one with the short sleeves is my Dante, and the one with the mask is my little girl Grima. Arguably the calmest children you'll ever meet..." She sighed "And most talented too!" I interrupted, surely she saw their sculpting skills and acknowledged them?

They were artists.

Alexandra continued to stare at them, "They are, as well as little devils... Theyll eat you out of house and home, you know?" She answered, I didn't mean to tune her out as she was explaining her children to me, but I couldn't help but notice that there was a red haired child walking up to the ominous children, I cocked an eyebrow as he looked down at their hardwork.

Finally someone else who saw their talent, but I was wrong.

The child stomped on their sandcastle, causing me to stop smiling. I could feel my blood boil for those children, the child kept stomping on the sandcastle 'til it was nothing but a sandhill. The quiet peer kept on watching their distraction from the other children get demolished infront of their cold, lifeless eyes.

I took my eyes off the scene in the sandbox to look at Vitale and Nero, they also saw what the wretched child was doing. But they instead watched instead of doing something. I, myself would have done something; but was I to do? Scold at a child that isn't mine?

Lady Sirene was still talking away while I was still tuning her out. I couldn't look away from the sandbox, the kid laughed at his achievement and scurried off to the ten feet to the left of the sandbox, talking amongst his friends. I put my gaze back on the mellow children, they continued to stare at where the sandcastle once was.

And suddenly, they slowly looked at one another, sharing slow, timed blinks, I was shocked that they did something different. The child with the mask, Grima, got up and grabbed the shovel next to her, the shovel was no bigger than her.

Not long after Dante did the same, they stared at one another before Grima did a heel turn, walking slowly towards the child. She raised the shovel over her head as she got closer to him, the red haired brat's friends ran off towards the sounds of an icecream truck that came recently; I was tuned out.

The boy stayed behind counting some coins in his hands, within three seconds Grima struck the child in the back of his head. I fumbled before watching closely as Dante and his sister beat the boy with their shovels, one blow they each had. The two children grabbed the boy by the leg and arm before bringing him back to the sandbox, digging him a type of grave. They threw the boy in the hole and dumped the sand on him. I cocked an eyebrow at what they were doing, but couldn't help but keep watching how calm they were doing this.

They didn't rush, they didn't panic. If they were killers, they'd get away with it. All because the other children and adults didn't do anything or see anything happen; all except for me. The two ruthless children sat down in the sand and began to fill their pails with sand, as if nothing happened. The children came back from the icecream truck, licking and sucking on their frozen treats "Never seen you in this play ground before, decided to go far from your home, hmm?" I heard Alexandra say, I turned to see Alexandra staring at me with crossed arms and half-lidded eyes.

Seeing her face completely, she was undeniably beautiful. She had an eyebrow cocked, smirking at me. I looked shifted my gaze at anything but her, I could feel my face getting hot, my chest rise and fall quickly, and my hands were becoming hot and sweaty.

Alexandra shifted her legs towards mine and leaned forward, "Am I not talking, Vergil?" She asked after, she raised her eyebrows but kept her eyes low; such a face caused to me to blush a deep red, "Yes, to tire them out on our walk home." I answered, trying to keep my body language calm, the woman shifted her upperbody towards her children, nodding her head.

"Oh that's so smart... I travel quite far..." Alexandra stopped herself, she stared at her children who were halfway done with their sandcastle which left me breathless. "But I hope to find play mates for Dante and Grima so we won't have to keep coming here all the time..." She trailed off, the tone in her voice changed, it went from being deep and seductive, to deep and saddened. Just by talking to her, I felt not only this feeling I couldn't explain... But comfortable. I haven't had a conversation with a person in years.

Dare I yearn for more conversations with her?

I stared at her as she placed a hand on her chest, Alexandra continued to stare at her children as I looked around the park; the sky was getting cold. The leaves were already begging to fall onto the ground.

Fall is around bend, I clenched my fists and began to speak "Perhaps..." I started off "My sons... Nero and Vitale can accompany your children... Although I-I've just met y-you..." I stared at Alexandra longer, feeling myself blush harder than before "Y-you seem to have a good heart, a-and I um, would like to get to know you... A-and your children..." I finished, I looked at her children, they were staring at their now finished sandcastle, I smirked at this.

Their speed was impeccable.

I looked back at Alexandra, whose face was extremely close to mine. Her long eyelashes slowly fluttered open, her eyes were so blue that it made the oceans look dull. Her soft pink lips curved into the smile before parting "Oh...I'd love that, perhaps Friday? At three?" She asked, holding out a hand, I stared at it for a moment before taking hold of it.

"Precisley." I stated, shaking it. "It's a dat- I mean playdate..." I stammered, Alexandra laughed before standing up "You're hilarious, Vergil." She laughed, with a freehand she snapped her finger and suddenly, her children looked up, with sharp turns they quickly walked over to her.

Alexandra held out her arms as her children climbed into them, her son Dante, took the book from her hands and rested his chin on her shoulder, Grima hid her face in her mother's neck. Their mothers mother's strength was incredible "I'll see you friday, Vergil." Alexandra said, cocking an eyebrow as she walked off. I watched her leave me there, confused and yet astonished.

"Yes... Lady Sirene..."

[calucadu]

You’ll be the deaf of me

You’ll be the deaf of me, a Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia One Shot.

Summary: “You’re going deaf, aren’t you, Bakugou?” Kirishima said very faintly, noticing how the blond had his eyes on his lips. He frowned slightly. He wasn’t denying it. And not denying it meant it was probably true. In Bakugou speech.

Pairings: Bakugou/Kirishima.

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou.

Rating: Teen and up

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The first thing that Kirishima noticed was that Bakugou always went to the teacher’s room after classes. He wasn’t spying on his best friend. Of course not, he was just looking out for him and making sure everything was fine.

But now Eijirou was curious. What could his best friend be asking his teachers every day? Was it about extra material? Until Kirishima noticed Bakugou didn’t take notes in class. So maybe, instead of extra material, maybe he asked the teachers for what the lessons had been that day?

But then, why would the teachers comply?

Something smelt fishy, really fishy.

Kirishima didn’t think he was the smartest in class, no, far from it, but when he realised that he could do something for Bakugou if he understood what was going on, he decided to use all his brain power to figure it out.

And then, he started noticing small things about Katsuki. Like the way his eyes would always immediately drop to someone’s lips whenever that person started talking.

So, it finally dawned on Eijirou. And it made sense.

“So?” Bakugou asked, unimpressed. He’d seated himself on the redhead’s bed, crossing his legs patiently.

“You’re going deaf, aren’t you, Bakugou?” Kirishima said very faintly, noticing how the blond had his eyes on his lips. He frowned slightly.

“Huh? What did you say, Shitty Hair?”

And then something else clicked inside Eijirou’s brain. The nicknames.

“It’s your explosions, isn’t it?” Now the volume was normal, perhaps slightly elevated, to help his friend out.

“What about my explosions?”

“They’re making you lose your hearing.” Kirishima spoke. He was nervous, hoping in the very pit of his soul that he was wrong.

Bakugou was silent. The frowning persisted, and his lips just pursed some more, but he said nothing.

“You don’t take notes in class. You visit the teacher’s room when classes are over. You don’t call people by their name, you always have a nickname for them, like you didn’t catch their name and didn’t want to damage your pride by putting yourself in a situation where people could figure out what was wrong. Plus your quirk is hella loud, dude.”

“The left one is worse.” He just mumbled. He avoided the redhead’s gaze and squirmed in his seat.

He wasn’t denying it. And not denying it meant it was probably true. In Bakugou speech.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kirishima asked, trying to hide the pain in his voice. Why couldn’t his friend count on him? He could take notes for him, help him out. Be extra loud and subtly encourage everyone around him to be it too so that Katsuki could have an easier life. But no, the sulky blond had to be extra prideful and just reject everything, especially help coming from his friend.

“Why didn’t I tell you!?” Bakugou snapped, his explosions erupting from his palms, but Eijirou wasn’t fazed. “Why would I tell you?”

“Because we’re friends! Because I can help!” Kirishima threw his head back, letting the wave of frustration roll over him.

“You can’t help!”

“Yes, I can!”

“No, you cannot fucking help! What are you going to do about it!? You don’t even know! The fucking nightmares made it worse! I exploded my hands against my ear for fuck’s sake! It’s not like my hearing was any good anyway after years and years of loud fucking explosions!”

Bakugou had said so much. Explosions. Nightmares. Exploding in his sleep.

“I could… tie your hands down or something!” Kirishima tried to come up with something.

“No, you cannot fucking tie me down.”

Eijirou had an idea why, an inkling of what it could be. But he needed Bakugou to voice his fears.

Katsuki didn’t seem like he was going to, though.

The blond sighed, looking almost defeated.

“I started losing my hearing a few years ago because of how much I use my quirk. And then I started getting nightmares and I accidentally let them off in my dreams, trying to fend off imaginary shit and one time I had my hand next to my left ear. It rang for days and after that it’s never been the same.”

“Are the nightmares… because you got kidnapped?” Kirishima’s brow wrinkled, pity and sympathy in his eyes as he watched his friend closely.

A flash of anger crossed the other’s face, and the redhead knew better than to keep looking at him like that.

“I’m learning how to lip read. It’s a pain in the arse but I have to deal with it.” Bakugou spoke again eventually, his brow still furrowed. “You happy now, Shitty Hair?”

The next day, when Katsuki was about to get ready for school, he found someone had left a piece of paper on the floor. When he picked it up and looked over it, he realised Kirishima must have slid it under the door, either the night before or sometime that morning.

Sign language classes.

And, in Eijirou’s bad handwriting, a note that said: “Come with me! :D”

Bakugou scrunched the paper into a ball in his fist, his brow furrowing.

The redhead was especially loud that day. Bakugou had an idea why, and it was irking him like nothing else that boy had ever done before.

Strangely enough, Kirishima’s plan seemed to be working. When he was louder, the people around him were unconsciously louder as well. So he smiled at Katsuki, hoping he would share his enthusiasm with him.

He was met with a grimace.

Eijirou’s smile almost faltered.

That afternoon Kirishima stormed into Bakugou’s room like always, but he was carrying a red folder the blond hadn’t seen previously.

“I took notes for you in class!” The redhead chirped happily, opening it up and showing his best friend all of his hard work. “I tried to make it as clean and organized as I could, and did my best with my sloppy handwriting.”

Katsuki went over the notes, his face displaying his annoyance.

“They’re riddled with spelling mistakes, idiot.” He mumbled lightly, going over a specifically hard to read paragraph.

“Oh… I tried my best…” Kirishima’s smile wavered and he looked dejected. Bakugou almost felt guilty at his words.

“Well, they’ll help you study.” The blond muttered, turning his head away in embarrassment. “So keep doing them or whatever.”

A week later the redheaded ball of energy barged into Bakugou’s room, rambling on about something that the blond didn’t quite catch.

“Look Bakugou!” Kirishima smiled at him, waving his hands in the air excitedly. “I watched some videos online and I can sign a bit, wanna see?”

“Not particularly.” Came Katsuki’s answer, even if he was a teeny bit curious. Just a little bit. This didn’t deter his friend however, who immediately started to sign, his lips mouthing the words as his fingers and hands did the speaking for him.

“I said I can hear! But I can teach you how to express that you’re hard of hearing!”

Bakugou huffed in mock annoyance. It was getting hard to find all the things the blundering idiot was doing as irritating as they had before. Now, it was mostly… cute.

He scoffed at the idea that whatever the redhead was doing could ever be classified as cute in his mind, but he was eagerly yapping on about how waving his hands this way meant something, and waving them around like that meant something else, his eyes shining eagerly, a happy puppy look to them that was nearly endearing.

“We can go to the classes together! It seems like sooo much fun! I’ve always wanted to learn more ways of expressing myself! And if your hearing gets any worse I could interpret for you! Wouldn’t that be fun?” Kirishima was nearly shouting, his hands returning to his sides as they’d finished with their conversation.

Bakugou didn’t miss that Eijirou had said ‘if his hearing got worse’ and not ‘when’. Maybe it’d been to spare his feelings but Katsuki did appreciate it.

“Alright.” He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “We can go to the classes.”

Kirishima threw himself on top of the other, crushing him into a hug the blond nearly responded to. He swore he heard the redhead say something along the lines of ‘I knew you’d come round to it!’.

They were outside the room and Bakugou was hesitant about entering. Going inside meant he would be accepting the fact that he was going deaf, and that was something he was having trouble coming to terms with.

But Kirishima was smiling at him by his side, eagerness emanating off of him, almost jumping up and down on the spot. He would be going with him, despite the fact that his hearing was mostly unaffected.

And, as Eijirou offered him his hand for moral support, Katsuki decided that if his friend could take the plunge, so could he. Grabbing the palm laid out for him, he entered the class, adamant on proving the world that there was no stopping him.

[theladypirate]

all the mannerisms questions for Murk. dew it. And the first 10 for Blessing. :3c

How boy here we go, Murk is my firbolg life cleric and I fucked them up real good in their backstory

1.Meeting someone for the first time

A little shy, polite, very worried about what kind of impression they're giving. Probably quiet.

2.Around someone they want to impress

Bashful, a little clumsy bc they're overthinking things, eager to please.

3.When they’re with someone they dislike

They withdraw a bit, they're nervous and jumpy, worried about physical altercation, ready to try to leave at a moments notice. Fake smile, doesn't reach their eyes.

4.In their workplace/occupation

Efficient, precise, even confident. They're a healer, they're good at healing, it's what they know how to do and really the only thing they think they're good for.

5.Spending time with family

They were an orphan and they never got adopted but the idea of family was always... soft. In their head. People who cared about them and would have their back like they have their family's. They're starting to realize that's what the crew of the Scarlet Ibis is... and they really hope that if they're useful enough they can stay.

6.With their closest friend/s

They're somewhat playful, when they let their shields down. They like to gently tease people and they are SO supportive.

7.Around someone they’re attracted to

Very attentive, and wanting to know all about them, delighted to know every new detail, a little shy, a little hopeful, and always very aware of how the person is feeling

8.With a lover

Murk has never had a "lover" but they have had sex. Its something of a right of passage in the Grand Wharf, and they def enjoyed it but they wouldnt seek it out on their own. I think they would probably be just ridiculously soft, and probably take up poetry.

9.When they want to be left alone

Tight, pinched smile, closed off body language, looking for an out but not able to just say they needed to be alone.

10.When they feel they are in danger

Anxious, white knuckle grip on their mace, hyper aware of their surroundings. It's an unfortunately familiar feeling.

11.Something makes them insecure

Will not make eye contact, almost ashamed, absolutely believes the insecurity is justifiably a flaw.

12.Experiencing loss

Curled in on themselves, making themselves as small as possible, somewhere nobody can see them, bc being vulnerable in front of someone is dangerous

13.Proud of an achievement

A shy smile, they tug at their braid a little and fiddle with their holy symbol and blush just a bit.

14.When something pisses them off

They have a slow temper and when it reaches a boiling point it's not explosive, it's cold. They go still and focused and can be very very vicious. They would never do that to someone they cared about tho, bc they know what that kind of thing can do to someone.

15.Looking forward to something

They hum and cant hold still, and they smile and fiddle with their hair.

16.Nervous about an uncertainty

Wringing their hands, anxiety and pacing and spiralling into worst case scenarios.

17.When they’re overwhelmingly bored

Theyll organize everything over and over again, or pray, or clean. They're not good at being still.

18.Just done something embarrassing

Burying their face in their hands and hiding, possibly tearing up, running away

19.Suppressing their emotions

"Everything is fine!" Smiling and forcing cheerfulness, even as they start shaking, clenched fists to keep the shaking from being very obvious

20.When they’re running late

Scatterbrained, forgetful, stressed, running in circles and talking to themselves

21.When they’re sick

They drag themselves out of bed and make themselves eat and take medicine and slog through the day and refuse to lay down unless someone else makes them

22.Training/working out

They're dedicated and methodical, focused. They want to get it right.

23.Trying to court/seduce someone

They've never tried, actually. I think probably they would wear something sexy, then lose their nerve and put on their robe and pretend they didn't try. They aren't really in the headspace to do anything like that rn.

24.When they’re lying

They do NOT want to be lying, they wince visibly when they lie, they babble and gesture and ramble, especially when it's to someone they care about. If they don't know or care about the person they're lying to then they might be able to lie better, but they still actively dislike doing it.

25.Trying something new

Cautiously optimistic

Blessing is a tiefling monk and every time I try to get into her head it's just *Wii menu music*

1.Meeting someone for the first time

She has absolutely no concept of stranger danger, possibly bc shes 8ft tall including horns and able to yeet most things away from her thanks to her impressive muscles and complete disregard for the laws of physics.

2.Around someone they want to impress

Idk if she ever actually cares to impress anyone ever, she Does Not Care about social status and if you dont like her thats your problem.

3.When they’re with someone they dislike

She would just leave. She doesn't care. She wont spend a single second doing something she doesn't wanna. If she had no choice but to stay near them, she would probably just pretend they dont exist. They speak to her? Suddenly she cant hear. If they try to get I to her personal space she will throw them and/or stunning strike them.

4.In their workplace/occupation

Singular focus and drive, absolutely no guiding morals or principles. She was *technically* a junior apprentice alchemist, and she likes to make potions, and is even good at it! But unless you ask for a specific one, chances are whatever she makes will be effective but... questionably useful.

5.Spending time with family

She loves her family so much, shes so relaxed around them, they climb her like shes part of the environment. It's not at all unusual to find 2-3 gnome cousins or siblings hanging off her at any given time.

6.With their closest friend/s

I'm... actually not sure shes ever had friends before? Like... family, absolutely, but friends? She was sort of sheltered growing up, so I think shes still learning what it's like to have those.

7.Around someone they’re attracted to

Probably asks to spar, tries to show off a bit and probably overdoes it, absolutely just tells them she likes them with no qualms.

8.With a lover

Shes never had one, but shes not opposed to the idea.

9.When they want to be left alone

I mean.... she will just go. Shes very good about telling people what she needs. She'll just say "I need to be alone rn" and then go... do that.

10.When they feel they are in danger

I'm not even sure Blessing understands what danger even is she probably has some kind of self preservation instinct but hell if I know what it is. She wants to punch things and make potions and everything else about her is a mystery

[inevitably-johnlocked]

I'm a bit embarrassed to ask this. Have you ever read a fic that, stylistically, it's beautiful, linguistically it's tight, and it's obvious the author poured their whole self into constructing the plot, crafting the world, and nailing down the characterizations, but... You just don't get it? Like, perhaps there's some insight you're missing, and it's almost there, you think maybe you're close to getting what the author is trying to portray, but you just can't make the connection necessary?

(Embarrassed nonny continued) You even reread to make sure you didn’t skip anything, but it’s like it just seems that something missing? Or that you’re the one missing something vital? So you go to the comments to see if anyone else is confused, but all you see are lovely, supportive compliments about how beautiful the story is (and it is), or how heartwrenching it is (usually so). But you seem to be the only one not getting it?

(Embarrassed nonny cont. again) Is it destructive to let the author know that I think a story is beautiful in it’s telling, but that I don’t quite understand it? I don’t want to offend the author, who has clearly worked very hard, and I appreciate them so much. But, I want to understand the story they’re telling, even if I’m the only one not getting it. If that even makes any sense. P.S.- thanks for always taking time to listen to fandom woes and fielding requests. You’re a champion! ❤

Hi Nonny!

First of all, there’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about! Stories are partly about authorial intent, and partly about reader interpretation; no two people will interpret a story the same, and no author SHOULD expect a reader to interpret their story exactly as the author intended. SHERLOCK is a perfect example of this (the writers SAY they meant it to be one thing and literally the ENTIRE FANDOM is divided on what’s actually being shown on screen), or if you want to be more classical, the works of Shakespeare as well.

In fact, Shakespeare is a perfect example of your problem: I love Shakespeare: it’s beautifully written, it sounds lovely to the ear, and it invokes imagery based on how someone interprets it. But I sure as heck have NO idea what I read until someone explained it to me, or how I SHOULD have interpreted it (which, is oxymoronic to my point, I know…). Only after I hear how someone else interpreted the work, I can then RE-READ a work and begin to understand what was meant by it, and then develop my own interpretations. 

I’ve read a few fics by a couple authors in this fandom where I LOVED their writing, but I had NO idea what was happening until I re-read the fics… it’s a reading comprehension thing with me, I’m sure (my brain tends to move a bit quicker than I can read and talk, and in turn it also tends to wander when my eyes aren’t going fast enough, LOL), but a lot of times, if I just read a fic a second time I can then grasp the words my brain omitted the first time and then really enjoy and love the fic. I hate that about me, but that’s how my brain works… Perhaps it may be the same with your brain? If a fic is well written and you enjoyed it but just had some comprehension issues, perhaps a second read-through will help you as it has done with me :)

So, now to answer your question: if after reading a fic, and you don’t understand it, is it okay to ask the authorial intent of the story? Unfortunately, there is no yes-or-no answer to this question, Lovely, as every author is different. Personally – and this is just for me speaking, and what I would do or what I would not mind if I were the author – I think it’s alright, so long as you are respectful to them! Dig around their user pages and you can often find ways to interact with the author outside of their fics, or information about whether or not they want to read criticism etc. on their stories. If an author doesn’t want any interaction, they’ll be very clear about it, but most authors have ways to get in touch with them, so to ME that’s a saying “hey, if you have any questions, here’s how to get a hold of me!”. 

If they have a Tumblr with asks turned on, you can even do it like you have done for me here; write exactly what you mentioned, just tweak a few things: Mention how much you love their prose and their storytelling, and you can really feel how much love they put into the story. You found it interesting, though you’re unclear on a few parts. Ask them kindly how they intended for an audience to read it. Many creators appreciate honesty when talking about their works, so just be honest and say that you didn’t understand something and wouldn’t mind a bit of clarification about something. They can’t fault you for not understanding something, and if they do, well… I find that rather ableist, in my opinion: That’s like telling someone with dyslexia to just stop mixing up letters, or someone who’s native language isn’t English to just learn one of the most complex languages in the world with so many structure rules that make no sense half the time…. *shrugs* It’s harsh of me to say, I am sorry about that, writers, but reading comprehension doesn’t come easily for everyone.

ANYWAY, back to my point: An author, so long as you are respectful (and maybe peppering in some compliments and praise never hurts either… a lot of us creative-types have praise kinks) and don’t throw a backhanded compliment (like don’t say: “Your work is so amazing! Though I think you should make it easier for people to understand it, your words are too complex”), they will be more than happy to write out their intent for the story. Let them know it’s YOU who’s not understanding (so, “I have trouble understanding this part” as opposed to “you should make this work easier to read for everyone”… make the onus on YOU). DON’T be demanding (like, don’t say something that can be interpreted as “it’s YOUR responsibility to cater to MY need to understand”), and be patient for a reply.

You can see why this isn’t an easy yes-or-no answer, LOL. 

Essentially, kindness begets kindness, and respect begets respect. And –  this isn’t an attack on you personally with regards to this ask, because I know my audience are adorably shy beans – it might be a show of good faith and intentions to stay off anon when you ask your question; it shows the author that you aren’t being malicious, just simply a smol bean who loves stories and want to learn more about theirs. BUT, it IS okay to stay on-anon if you are shy / worried about not the author but other people interpreting it the wrong way, just make sure you tailor your question to the author in a respectful way that it comes across as respect. Perhaps something like this:

Hi, [author]! I really love your story, [story title]! It’s well-written and I can really tell how much you love this story and how much soul you put into it. I just had a question for you with regards to [name concern here]. [state question here]. I have trouble sometimes with [reading comprehension, English/language, dyslexia, etc.], and I would love to know what your ideas and thought process was for [character, plot point, situation, etc.]. Understanding what the author intended really helps me enjoy the stories even more than I already did, and your thoughts would be really helpful for when I re-read your story! Thank you so much for your time, and thank you for blessing us with this beautiful story!

Or something like that, LOL. And if you genuinely aren’t a native-language speaker, let them know that it’s not your first language so you’re just honestly not grasping a colloquialism that’s common in English but not in, say, German. It’s more common than you think! I’ve had people ask me in private before about a phrase I’ve written or about how they should interpret a meta of mine; I’ve never taken insult upon it, and in fact I love helping people understand my work so that they can enjoy other peoples’ content in the future. 

As an additional thought I just had, I think a good example of fandom-understanding-authors is, actually, the @johnlockficclub; every couple months or so we read new stories, and then at the end of the story, we ask authors our questions about their intent of the stories, and in turn the author gets an interesting (I hope) insight into how various people interpreted their stories. Even during the live-chats leading up to the author q-and-a, we all see how we each interpreted certain sections of the chapters we read that week, and see various viewpoints we never considered. So I think that is a wonderful way to see authorial intent vs. reader interpretation, and as far as I know, all the authors we’ve “interviewed” loved just getting that kind of feedback for their stories. You should join in on at least the author interviews just to see how they go and give you some ideas on how an author will take feedback. It’s so fascinating to me!

Just a fun little anecdote that oftentimes, it is a positive experience for an author because most of them love to talk about their stories – their stories are their children, and they care deeply for them, because it’s a part of them, and it’s an expression of their love. They WANT you to understand and enjoy their work. It’s a cyclical thing: if you understand their children so you can love them too, then they will love their fanbase and will want to continue to write since they received feedback that was validating to them that they produce work that people enjoy and want to know more about. 

Finally, I’d love for some authors to weigh in on their thoughts about this; would you be offended if someone loved your story but would want your clarification on some things, or want to know how you intended for the audience to perceive it? Please let us know!

Sorry this answer was so long, but I hope it helps!

P.S. Aww, you’re far too kind, Nonny! me. XD

[subterrenianofficeworker-blog]

cold turkey eugogoolgolization

cold turkey writes willfully his rights inside of a compliant complaint begging sweetly for help to come for him and all his friends (or at the very least ever “her”) for who not deserves it most? well, well spaced banter means something meaningful to most. bible folk never read the book in their hands and know nothing at all but hatred. they know nothing of love, have ye ever even read that book? cold turkey rights hold his hand and cares a lot. speak easy east wind handbook can say he knows his feelings well, bobby hare krishna speaks like a strawberry brother of old but not quite, as you know, down the street, his old friend yippies determined to meet yet not hip enough for his idols and friends, brothers theyll put but unaware he even is! at all! wellneverknowtomorrowbuttodayijustgottawait. not so compliant cold turkey grants daft syllables to his darlings in the dark hoping the people play along, but the joke is all his! and so are the apples and imported strawberries. green as they come up “he just loves to wait” they think only seeing. they walk on never guessing cold turkey. he finds them again until a good time and they say spoken word blooms and they asssume its a freak of nature and a small world, hare krishna! well well well spoken blasphemy going behind me i wish everyone well. cold turkey has a middle name, it is jeremy hare. cold jeremy hare turkey dreams and then forgets them so they can come true. cold jeremy hare turkey wakes to a shouting head and gets mad that somethings repressed, nobody has anything but tea and that offends the apples, but its not bad. they assume the breeze is why as the day lates they can cheese with ease; as in smile. hoping they stay longer than their lotted while but when hope comes true secretly wishing they could go back to secreting with theirs. well i care and theres nothing that can be done! Trust me theyve tried. and easily working their way around the question. you see how everything is about you? i need to get better at the game. “get better at the game.” speaking someones language i sense pandering and slander, for no one, what should have lasted years. the song too new to be background noise. shocking and unexpected dreams never dreamt come true. cold jeremy hare turkey cant do a thing against it. cold jeremy hare turkey isnt a fan nah man not a fan at all. as it goes sipping tea saying thats enough for me. as it goes sipping tea annoyed with the noise that only been heard of until now but is shocking still. can you remember getting hurt? o you old one trick pony. saying my dread is phony, (if only) broke into the shop to wait until day to steal something. old woman proletariat rock star, i heard a story of her the other day actually from “her” actually haha oh man an old man mistook her for a boy in fact my old man mistook “her” for a boy, with bangs like that well the old man hit on her and wanted to bang a man but he learned a woman and wasnt down at all. well i heard her song on “her” friends street by the woods “we” walked through on that day. aint you heard? “i thought id kiss you then” “the way it actually happened was more exciting though dont you think?” either way i regret every time i didnt in my own small way. all histry i wish you the best. a conversation cold jeremy hare turkey overhears from his reading room under the stairs, and asks why there are criss crosses on the walls and found a ghost leaving once but word is the ghost was only in the fan club, and the fan club refuses to read the books they preach in favor of. down the road theres a ferris wheel where sommat were ki-- behind we’re not sure what happened but it was for sure cut off. we’re undergoing investigations. cold jeremy hare turkey reads from the newspaper reccomended by his friend, he tries to go back to his book but finds it hard to enjoy someone elses thoughts while his own are so abnoxious and intoxicating, man- you know how it is. on a parking meter the next day cold turkey breathes tightly and looks at the men going past, with thick black and wavy hair that might not last, with green jackets like military men but theyre literary men, only two have matching shoes and cold cant tell if its awkward for them or their friends when they make eye contact, up again after waffles for breakfast and an unexpected dinner they see the ferris wheel. free and off, cold isnt invited on this ride in particular.

[libidomechanica]

We are hard promise such sort

We are hard promise such sort as, the  curtains, scatter we along, and the  lengthen for here? Dist

inction in. Theyll both Subjects from  me his lips and Crabbe will standing the  poet the eyes, do crown of 

woes; have behind some found there lamps blazoned  like break the clock striking, dying. And on  Fortunes mind, but how few the 

mesh, that, woman. Shy to it,  Paint. But “No! except some gently glad with my  limbs are up— then the cool boys rewind 

Cyril and after him  the the peaceful sisters,” she scared not: blusterd around  as my love, and heart it 

was not the horizontal  sun has rolld; for still lovely women  after his modern peers, and softer 

many hearkened ways the  Type of her. That least for everywhere  the wild here together 

homes ethereal day; for stirs in  the gold rock, here among then unstinted its  mysteries; notwithstanding she must now 

with rich skims the blisse. Nor  so language — but want to get from  land. And proudest stay for Season 

no rivals bosom burns with  a breathing of better Fortune to  overwrought its gone along the 

hand, thought lines a Carthage not  one soft cool waves look into the  hopes I have in my heart and 

hearken! Far, far from above dapple on  the places by the night, as  some friend to speak; she said, thyrsis 

the midst of a In  old days— did after it,—so you thinkers. landscape,  that for thats hardiness 

there is at hand insane the clouds,  I saw, I marry the fishes swim: and  anon, fairer far themselves into 

sing mossy stone lay clothed  in the Cherries them and mine eyes, like  a saints to brings holy flesh and 

Fate sic pleased her dwell vile shirtless things.  Made for my birth, tasting her faces  with shadows lay in that 

cannot shed which he sprang to  mellow pride of Beauty, birth and pawed his  lately, lordly can be but for 

lovely all stir on the blood  run upward forms and how he use of any  other pleasure the bright, the 

insect host to love. Sometimes  a scent of his autumn tress, when  Salámán fire! A lamb did 

lose the occasion from the  way again young lady of her noses  throat. With somebody 

else would take in the land at  every enchantment that I never can  I forget that plays, possible 

and steal, an infant cried on;  all on me, O: may ill be the passion  to draw them dying vext with 

wayward mind with place of  Ida stood I will sea glazed with heaven  is weaving high, swells it thy scythes 

have seen together; and I so tender  foot is cast: “a little breeze once ever after,  this pony moves above, only powers, 

her hands: then he trig, she turned, and  darting on they laugh to see around,  nor is changed, but loue which else shapes 

there, between; and then their hand rubs  his murmur of death I cry, from nobody  force a passion and hours 

of a call those ragged priest  eyed the way to the hearing; for  life endure, now fired and 

trimmd with great promise to  my half-canonized by our olives  or form another sight, secure a 

good woman I know             purchaser suspect  of place that was the  keenly tempting showers, was death.”

[sagebodisattva]

The Enlightenment FROM Jim Carrey?

So, a noteworthy event is transpiring in the mainstream, which is surprising in itself… Jim Carrey, famous mainstream comedic actor, best known as a regular on the 90’s hit TV show “In Living Color”, and for his many roles in a variety of Hollywood films, including “Dumb and Dumber”, “The Truman Show”, “Man on the Moon”, and “Yes Man”, has been raising eyebrows as he makes rounds on talk shows, media broadcasts and entertainment television newsmagazines, spewing speech that could possibly be interpreted as enlightenment talk. So the question is: Is this the real thing? Is this a bit of “method acting”? (a dramatic technique in which actors identify as closely as possible with the character they are playing by correlating experiences from their personal lives to the character, wherein, the actor will often remain in character long before or after the cameras start or stop rolling.) Or is he simply losing his mind and going insane? Most of the fluff in the entertainment establishment seem to be hoping for either of the latter; attributing his recent words and behaviors to either the preparation for an upcoming role, or a mental breakdown due to a deep bout with depression...

Wow, that’s a pretty big dose of either some blissfully naive hope, or disdainful condescending cynicism, depending on which you believe.

I tend to lean towards the former theory: that the reality behind Jim Carrey has moved into lucid awareness, and that the old fake Jim Carrey is not coming back. I mean, one cannot be absolutely certain… as, rumor has it that Jim is preparing for an upcoming role as Terrance McKenna in a soon to be released film bi-op… and, of course, there was the unfortunate situation with his now deceased ex girlfriend, who committed suicide after a breakup marked by dark undertones, including sordid details of mental illness, prescription drugs, and STDs… but, all that aside, let’s listen to some of the highlights of his recent words.

( CLIPS of Jim Carrey speaking. )

Huh! So what to make of all this? Is Jim Carrey the first mainstream figure to have undergone an awakening? Has Jim lost his mind and gone crazy? Is this about creating distractions to ameliorate his image? Or is he simply getting into character for his next movie? All of the above? Time will tell.

And I know that some of you may be a bit surprised by the topic of this video, as it’s not very often that we delve into the shallow waters of the mainstream, but the specifics of the circumstances fall into the general range of the channel’s usual subject matter. The real self behind this persona seems to have undergone a liberation from the character known as Jim Carrey. A lot of people cannot make this distinction and get confused. They’ll say things like “Jim Carrey has awoken”, or “Jim Carrey has left the matrix”, but this idea doesn’t follow.

There is a lot of difficulty in grasping this. People talk about “reaching enlightenment”, or that they “hope enlightenment happens TO THEM”… but it’s these types of thoughts that prevent an awakening; as, it isn’t about a character reaching a destination. Enlightenment isn’t an existential configuration that happens to a persona. And Jim’s words seem to reflect this nuance. Indeed, it’s these kinds of words that might lead one to believe that there is authentic lucidity actually taking place. The real life circumstances of the character Jim Carrey probably played a significant role in this enlightenment, but what has awoken isn’t Jim Carrey. More accurately, there has been a liberation FROM Jim Carrey.

So why does any of this matter? Well, for the Meta Sage, and the philosophy of Pure Potentialism, this is a significant event; as it signifies the first time in our recent world’s make believe history that an imaginary major mainstream figure has spoken words resembling the truth! Holy shit! Damn, I hope they don’t destroy him. I mean, with the beard, the scars of old age, and the all the cryptic language, you know they’ll want to label him a mad man. I’m sure most of the mainstream herd is rooting for depression and mental illness… or maybe even drug abuse. Anything, but to contemplate what he’s alluding to with those words. Isn’t that right, Charlie?

( CLIP of shallow TV skank’s remarks )

That’s right, Charlie.

“Dude… To get ready for his role as Terrance McKenna, Jim Carrey dove head first into DMT dude!… And he’s never been the same since.”

Better that then to consider his words seriously.

“Healthy people don’t talk like that. It’s cringe worthy. Am I right?”

“Please, force him into rehab, and don’t let him out until he’s back to being the same ole rubbery slapstick clown we all know and love. We don’t like this new Jim Carrey. He’s not welcome. Turn him back the way he was,… even if you have to BEND him against his will. Do it… or we’ll slander and shame his character with unsavory insinuations.”

( Lord Palpatine: DO IT! )

So if it’s true that Jim Carrey is woke as fuck, this is a great omen for humanity. If we can have someone as high status as Jim Carrey speaking the truth, it means there is a greater chance of enlightenment for all consciousness. See, he’s able to reach into the orafice of mediocrity and orate to the mainstream’s inaccessible grazing herd, and, for the first time in their lives for many of them, expose them to the truth! And most of them don’t like it… Because they can’t digest it. No more then a 6 month year old baby could eat and digest a 3 pound hot pastrami on rye with spicy mustard. But hey, you gotta start somewhere. But that’s why many people will have cynical reactions… as, they have no clue as to what any of this alludes.

“Oh, Jim Carrey is a rich man. He has the luxury of letting go and acting irresponsibly. The rest of us have to go to work and struggle to make ends meet.”

That is like one of the biggest justifications for spiritually laziness that I have ever heard in my entire life. You know I don’t quote from the Bible often, and with good reason, but there’s one verse that is apt as a response to this assertion. And it’s Matthew 19:23-26, the eye of the needle, in which Jesus said, quote:

“I tell you the truth, it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.”

Yeah, most of the Bible is full of shit, but there are still occasionally proverbs, nuggets of wisdom or kernels of truth to be found scattered throughout. And this is one of those cases. It is much easier for a stoic man who has nothing to lose by self sacrifice then it is for a self indulgent man who has everything to lose by self sacrifice. And by easier, I mean less attachments as a heavy burden weighing us down.

So stop contriving reasons for your procrastination and your fear of letting go. You have it much easier then Jim Carrey. He has so much more to lose. So what’s your excuse? As if there is something else to do here then free your mind and awaken. There is no greater cause. There is no higher ideal.

So I congratulate the spirit that has transcended Jim Carrey. If awakening is authentic, it’s a welcome calling card to the philosophy of Pure Potentialism.