#it��s a bimonthly thing

[sabrgirl]

2024 islamic goals ideas 🩷

finish the entire Qur’an

memorise at least x5 surah’s

start to pray on time

read and finish Qur’an in translation of your language

learn tajweed rules and improve Qur'an recitation

pray in the masjid more

plan your days around salah rather than the other way round

learn Allah سُبْحَٰنَهُۥ وَتَعَٰلَىٰ 's 99 names/attributes

detach from worldly means/people/things/desires

adopt true tawakkul

speak in a manner that's pleasing to Allah سُبْحَٰنَهُۥ وَتَعَٰلَىٰ

have better hygiene

be kinder to the creation

eradicate the ego and adopt meekness and humility

habits to form

waking up for fajr more often

waking up for tahajjud more often

reading 1 page minimum of Qur’an every single day

reading books on religious knowledge bimonthly

exercising at least 2x a week

eating healthily with a balanced diet

daily dhikr after each fard prayer

listening to more islamic podcasts

daily gratitude journaling, thanking Allah سُبْحَٰنَهُۥ وَتَعَٰلَىٰ

praying nawafil (voluntary) prayers more often

less backbiting, more journalling

getting better sleep and not sleeping so late

praying for people rather than judging them

giving sadaqah more often

durood sharif and dhikr before you go to bed

daily or at least weekly cleaning of your space

[eunoiaflow3r]

silent treatment - ron weasley x reader

requests open

taglist

warning(s): language, teasing, smut mentions

word count: 1.5k

request(ed): Can you please do a fic where ron gets really sad because hermione dared the reader to ignore ron for a whole day ?

summary: okay so pretty much the request except a little more scandalous 👀 characters are like 17+ (no war)

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Girls night meant pajamas and tonssss of snacks that Fred and George curated. This was a bimonthly tradition that you and the girls came up with to relieve stress and keep some spontaneity in your lives.

You, Hermione, Luna, and Ginny all sat on the ground criss-crossed apple sauce gossiping and chewing on taffy. Then, Ginny suggested truth or dare. You were actually a fan of this game, as you were pretty much up to do anything and you were also inherently honest.

You went a few rounds, confessed a few kisses until Hermione had a dare for you that had her giggling into her hands. “I dare you,” she giggles some more, “to ignore Ronald for an entire day - no exceptions.” You weren’t sure how to react, but you weren’t going to back down either.

“Okay.” you smiled. You could do this. Wouldn’t be that hard, all you have to is avoid him tomorrow and it would be alright.

However, you and Ron have been dating for a few months now and you knew he wasn’t the type to take this lightly. His feelings would definitely be hurt and you hate the thought of hurting him.

The next day you saw Ron at breakfast and usually you would sit next to him, but to make it easier on yourself you sat in between Harry and Hermione with Ron on the other side of Harry. He had said good morning but you pretended you didn’t hear him by stuffing your face and talking to Hermione. Harry didn’t notice a thing but Hermione knew what you were doing.

After breakfast Ron came up to you and put his arm across your shoulders. He kissed your cheek and asked how you slept the night before. It killed you not to hug him back or say anything but you just stared at the ground.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

Still, you stared at the ground and clutched your books tighter to your chest. His voice made you swoon and you wanted to talk to him but you saw Hermione from the corner of your eye grinning and shaking her head.

You walked on and in to class without even looking at Ron again. Luckily, you wouldn’t see him again until Herbology which wasn’t until later in the day.

———

“She wouldn’t even look at me Harry I don’t know what I’ve done.”

Harry was busy mixing his potion while Ron ranted to him about your behavior this morning. He remembered talking to you at breakfast but he didn’t notice that you were specifically not speaking to Ron.

“She’s probably just tired mate you probably didn’t do anything. Maybe she needs space?”

“Space!?” he almost shouted but looked around the room and lowered his voice. “She had plenty of space this morning when she was chatting Hermione’s ear off.”

For the next 10 minutes Harry listened to Ron go over all the reasons (however ridiculous) that you might not be talking to him. Then it hit him…

“Ron, where was Y/N last night?”

“Uhm, with the girls. Their little sleepovers ya’know that they insist on doing.”

“Right….so….what if her behavior is related to that? Like a dare or something?”

Ron thought about it and it made sense. But what was he supposed to do about it? A dare is a dare…unless he made it impossible for you to fulfill it…

———

The day had gone by pretty smoothly - you ate lunch outside and now it was your last class. Except it was Herbology and Ron would be there. You used Luna mostly to avoid him but you could feel his stare across the way. You were outside today and distracted yourself with planting some flowers that the Professor had asked you to.

Sooner or later Ron came over - no gloves in hand or any indication that he came to help.

“Hey babe.” he says.

You kept digging and avoided eye contact.

“I missed you last night,” he begins. He had a teasing tone and you wondered where he was going with this.. “I was in bed, alone, thinking of that time we went to the lake? Do you remember?”

Oh you remembered.

It was night time, a few months ago during the summer and Ron wanted to sneak out and go skinny dipping. You were hesitant at first but Ron was convincing. Once you got in the water it wasn’t actually that bad and pretty warm…Ron had grabbed you by the waist and began kissing you and you forgot why you were so worried in the first place.

You snapped back to reality and tried to hide your warmed cheeks.

“One of our best times, don’t you think? Could barely keep you quiet that night…”

You stood up and turned so that your back was completely facing him. There was no way you could face him and not speak now.

His hand found your hip and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I was all alone thinking about you…missing you…wanting to feel you…and now you won’t even talk to me. Not a look, or a gesture…wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

You could feel him smile against your skin and kissed your cheek before walking away back towards the school, leaving you alone with your now dirty thoughts. He was making this so hard for you. You wanted to talk to him, wanted to explain..but you couldn’t. You wouldn’t lose the game.

———

A few hours later you decided the library would be the best place for you to be. Ron was hardly ever there and you could do some homework while killing the hours until when you could talk to Ron again. You got through a few assignments until you heard whispers a few rows away.

——-

“I tried talking to her but I must’ve really fudged up this time Harry.”

Ron had convinced Harry to come to the library with him so he could mess with you. He and Harry curated a fake conversation so that you would feel bad about your dare and hopefully cave in. Ron’s only regret was that he couldn’t see your face in this moment.

“Try talking to her again, I’m sure what you did couldn’t have been that bad.”

“What if she never speaks to me again Harry? What will I do?”

———

Your heart hurt. You hated hearing Ron sounding so upset. Was this prank really worth it if your boyfriend ends up pained because of it? When you agreed to it it really didn’t seem that bad or dramatic…but now that you’re hours into it you don’t know if you can continue.

Whatever. It’ll be fine, you just have to finish your homework…

10 minutes later you see your boyfriend come over and sit next to you.

“Baby, what’re you doing?”

You continue to do your homework and not look at him. He scoots his chair closer to yours and puts his hand on your thigh and slowly moves it up. Hermione said you couldn’t speak to him…she didn’t say you had to stop him from speaking to you…

He moves your hair away from your neck and kisses you behind your ear and moves down your neck til he gets to your collarbone. You resist the urge to moan and say anything to him. You wanted to talk to your boyfriend and you wanted to tell him he did nothing wrong…and now he was leaving a hickey on your neck.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hermione walk into the library and you gently pushed Ron off and covered your neck so she wouldn’t think you guys were talking. She came over and grinned at the way Ron was pouting right now.

“How’s it going you two? Anything new?”

“New as in my girlfriend won’t speak to me?” Ron asks. “Yeah that’s pretty new.”

“Hermione do you have an extra quill?” You ask.

“Of course I do.”

Luna and Harry make their way over as Hermione hands you the quill.

“Oh is the dare over then?” Luna asks.

Your eyes widened. Luna must’ve assumed since the three of you were together that we must have talked it out….

“Luna!” Hermione whisper shouts.

“Oops….”

You look at Ron and you could feel your face heat up. What would his reaction be? Would he be mad? Sad? Disappointed?

He didn’t say anything. All he did was look at Harry and the both of them started laughing. This made you look at Hermione confused.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

“We knew it was a dare, love. How stupid do you think we are?” Ron laughs hugging you close. “I’ll admit it stung at first but then I put the pieces together.”

“After I helped.” Harry rolled his eyes.

You turn to whisper in Ron’s ear. “So all that teasing today?”

“On purpose.” He grinned. “What you thought I wouldn’t get you back? You know who my brothers are…”

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The End!! Lollll. Hope you enjoyed🤍

[spectrechosts]

Maneater

What to do when a giant snake-woman decides your apartment is her new nest?

Full Series

Camilla's apartment wasn't great.

The rent was cheap, and the basement was bigger than the other units in the building, and she didn't have to drag shit up the stairs when the elevator broke on a bimonthly basis, so she liked it well enough.

But it did have that little ground level window with the broken latch that her landlord kept saying he would fix and never fixed.

Which was presumably how the bigass fucking snake got in.

She stood in the doorway of her bedroom, clutching a baseball bat that seemed increasingly useless as she traced over the body with her eyes. It was wider than her torso and seemed to go on forever, shifting and coiling around her furniture as she debated calling animal control.

She didn't really think they could do anything about it, she would just love for it to be someone else's problem. Maybe they'd even make her landlord pay for it, and then he'd fix the fucking window.

"Ahh?"

Huh? Who the fuck said that? Was someone in here?

She watched as a very naked woman rose up from her couch, and was suddenly less preoccupied with the giant snake and more with the pair of tits the size of her head. The girl was a knockout, what was she doing here? Did she need help? Was the snake after her? Were her and the snake friends? Were her and Camilla friends? Could they be more than friends? None of this made any-

The girl lunged forward, her rapidly uncoiling tail propelling her directly into Camilla. She grabbed the bat before Camilla could swing it and the wood splintered in her clawed hand.

"Human morsel in my nest?" She rasped, and Camilla cursed herself.

Good job falling for the lure, idiot. Have fun dying a fish's death.

"This is my house." She said, as if the creature would care.

"Noooo." The snake said slowly. "My nest. Why human morsel here?"

Camilla watched her mouth as she spoke. Her human-like lips were only part of it, she could see a seam traveling out from the sides and up her jaw.

The thing was going to unhinge her fucking jaw and eat her, because she got distracted by a big titty. Goddammit.

"I live here." She seethed. "Get out. I'll- I'll scream."

"Ohh?" The snake woman said, eyes wide. "Good! Love pretty girl screams."

Okay, not the reaction she wanted. Her voice died in her throat as the monster watched her, rapt. After a few moments of silence she pouted.

"No scream?"

Camilla shook her head.

"Hmmm."

The woman moved behind her, her tail ensnaring her in it's coils as she pressed her humanoid torso into Camilla's back.

Oh. S-Soft.

"Waaaaaarm." The snake purred. "Not hungry right now, you keep me warm, yes?"

"Y-Yeah, sure."

Okay, that was a step up from getting eaten. She had time now, to plan, to, uh.

Well, she couldn't move her legs, because of the coils. And the girl was hugging her from behind, and she couldn't get her arms out of her grip.

So mostly just to plan.

The two of them were entangled for hours before Camilla had a plan together, and then another 20 minutes or so after that because it had been a long time for her and she was really hot even if she wanted to eat her okay?

"Hey." She said, over the snake's gentle snores. "Hey!"

"Mmrh." She grumbled, hugging her tighter.

"You got money?" She asked.

"What's money?" The snake yawned, her jaw opening far further than Camilla wanted to see right then. "Mm. Hungry."

Okay oh fuck give the pitch fast.

"Money is-" Faster than that, idiot! "-It doesn't matter, uh, look: You want a warm, safe nest, right?"

"Yes, have that now."

oh god oh god oh god

"Listen, this nest is only going to stay safe and warm if you don't eat me, okay?"

"Why?"

"Because I pay for the rent, and the heating. If you eat me, next month it's going to be cold and other humans are going to come kick you out."

"No, my nest. Found it."

"Yeah well, they won't see it that way. But if you don't eat me-"

"Hungry now, though."

"I can get you food, too. You can stay here and I will keep you warm and fed just don't eat me please."

"Hmmm." The snake hummed, and Camilla screwed her eyes shut and tried not to cry.

"Okay. Get food now." She said, and uncoiled from Camilla's body.

"Okay, okay cool." She said, shaking. "What, what do you want to eat?"

"Human."

She swallowed hard.

"Do you have a second choice?"

[bleachbleachbleach]

Im doing my bimonthly bleach reread (every other month not twice a month) and i started thinking about the designs of the chains of fate.

These are two randos, the first being the guy that turns into a hollow in the spirits are always with you mini arc and the second the random otaku from the quincy archer hates you mini arc. They have boring designs, just chain in the body. Where it gets interesting is orihime and ichigo.

Orihime has six litlle orbs around the chain and ichigo has six orbs, a base plate and a weird cross looking thing. I think these represent their spiritual powers since the chains are connected to the spiritual heart, the orbs being fullbringer and then the base plate and cross on ichigos being kubo not finalising his design ideas for soul reapers and quincies. What do you think they represent or do you think its just a fun individuality thing where everyones chains are slightly different?

That's very cool! That's a really cool thing to track across various images/characters. Bleach Symbolism Capital S isn't really my playground, but:

The idea of your Chain of Fate suffering from Main Character Syndrome (or rather, Bit Character Syndome) and being plain is SO SAD TO ME but I am, on the other hand, kind of into the idea that the longer you're a ghost wandering around after death, the more the base of your chain of fate weathers. Like, its details become less, it becomes less defined. The process isn't linear, nor is it uniform across souls. And you probably don't realize it, but you're going with it. Those are your qualities, your memories. Even fewer of them will survive the trip to Soul Society, if you're lucky enough to eventually make it there. The alternative, of course, is becoming a Hollow (by becoming, or by being digested by one) and remembering only their loss. (I'm Team "I can make him worse"!)

I'm also into the idea that certain segments of the Gotei are very into Chain of Fate Symbolism, and have done a LOT of research about it all. The Carl Jungs of Soul Society are on it!!!

...And so are the Soul Society Illuminati (no affiliation with the formal research team, though the general public often assumes this, much to the formal research team's deep dismay).

There's probably also a third faction (no affiliation with either the formal research team OR the Soul Society Illuminati) that is devising soul phrenology based on the Chase of Fate bases. Luckily, even in Soul Society, these guys are pretty fringe-y and not taken seriously.

[theophagian]

— GHOSTED a queer bimonthly serialized novel.

Sebastian West is finally home again, and something is waiting for him.

featuring: a haunted childhood home, facing your past, moving on, family trauma and secrets, trans male ghost x cis male living person, d/s dynamics, and a possession kink. (18+)

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The day that aspiring artist Sebastian finds out that his father has died, he walks in on his fiance cheating on him with his best friend. So he does the only thing that makes sense; he packs up his life and moves back to Michigan.

His childhood home has been waiting for him for a long time.

The old, dilapidated, Victorian style house has been in his family since it was built, and it has a history he’s never been interested in.

Sebastian’s father made sure of that.

He knows that nightmares are waiting for him behind the walls of 1132 Carlisle Lane., memories of a childhood that he’s done his best to forget. And bad dreams, he can handle. But when the house begins to change around him, and he starts to lose time and wake with paintings that he has no memory of, Sebastian starts to panic.

With an imaginary best friend who turns out to be all too real, and a haunting that goes back generations, Sebastian must figure out how to survive the curse of his house.

The same curse that took his mother.

Because once it latches on to you, it doesn’t let go. And moving out just became a lot more complicated.

General Content Notes: mentioned past domestic violence and child abuse, mentioned suicide and death, suicidal ideation, body horror, dubious consent, and mature and erotic themes. Specific warnings will be listed for each chapter.

[succstosucculent]

The Edwin and Charles Live til Old Age AU is Taking Off

And I just thought, even though I’m too busy to properly develop this AU right now, I can share a few headcanons as to how I think their lives would’ve gone

TW/CW: referenced child abuse, referenced domestic abuse, offscreen minor character deaths, divorce, WW1, probably WW2, period typical homophobia (briefly alluded to)

Let’s start out with Charles Rowland. I imagine he left home the moment he legally could, just sort of coasted from job to job until he ended up where he currently is, as a beloved radio host blasting popular throwback songs across the airwaves. Charles calls to check in with his mum, doesn’t bother visiting his dad’s grave (Paul Rowland dies in this AU in 1991 because he never gets better and continues treating his wife like shit), and he gets to see his daughters every weekend until they’re old enough to decide not to see him themselves.

Charles tried his best not to become the father and husband his dad was, but in turn he ended up bringing his own dysfunctional behaviors into his marriage, and he and his wife probably divorced. His daughters would call his parenting style smothering and overbearing, although never to his face, because then he’ll cry about how much he wanted to be a good dad for them and they’ll feel bad. They mostly want Charles to go to therapy, but that would require admitting something is wrong first, which, you know, good luck with Charles admitting something is wrong until it’s too late.

The closest thing Charles gets to therapy is his bimonthly visits to Mr. Payne’s grave. He’ll buy them two pork pies from the petrol station on the way, put one on the grass as he eats the other one and talk about his day, his work, his family, etc.

Which I guess leaves Edwin Payne’s life to fill in. According to a cursory Google search, Edwin was born in the winter sometime around the turn of the year from 1899 to 1900, which gives him just enough time to experience the horrors of WW1 before the armistice was signed on Nov 11 1918. I don’t know what horrors he could’ve experienced exactly, it’s almost worse to leave it up to the imagination, tbh, but Edwin comes back to England a changed man.

The middle years are kind of a big question mark to me, as I haven’t exactly worked those out yet. Would Edwin have gone back to serve his country in WW2? He’d be in his forties at that point, so while it’s not a no, per se, he might also leave it to the younger men to handle while he helps out the war effort at home. All I got is that eventually, around the late 1950’s to early 1960’s, Edwin opens a bookshop or a magic items supply shop (or a mixture of both?) together with his ‘business partner’ *ahem* Mr. James McNally, an OC. They successfully run the bookstore/magic store together until well into the early ‘80s, until McNally dies of a heart attack in 1985. Edwin then sells the business, retires, and moves into the old folk’s home because at this point he has no surviving family members to look after him, and he never conformed to societal expectation to marry a woman and have kids. So he’s all alone for a good three years until a bright-eyed, energetic volunteer named Charles Rowland stops by with some mates from his school for some community service hours. Eventually, Charles continues visiting Mr. Payne well after his required service hours have been filled 🥹❤️💙

[evita-shelby]

Love's a state of mind

Chapter 4

Cw: mentions of past trauma, mentions of death in childbirth, research about abortion

Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta

He could lie and say he’s over her, but his resolve breaks the moment he turns and finds unresponsive on the floor.

Her PA had wanted to sweep this under the rug only for him to point out she hit the side of the table on the way down.

To let his ex-girlfriend have some dignity, no paramedics had been called and Rob was going to have Chrissy say whatever Eva was hiding while she drove them to the nearest emergency room.

It was far too easy; Chrissy had always been very chatty. Eva didn’t like silence and kept her no matter how many times she spilled any secret of her boss because while you could get Chrissy Gutierrez to speak, an extractor couldn’t rob them blind.

All Riley and Fischer Morrow employees with any access were trained against extractions, as a precaution. Everyone knows if you want to make it into the next decade you have to get on with the times.

“She’s been sick for a few days, after this meeting she’s supposed to go to the doctor.” The assistant isn’t lying, but he’s been around her enough to know there’s something else.

“Chrissy.” he warns as takes the backseat with a still unconscious Eva. The things he does for this woman, this fucking woman who used him and has him crawling back to her without any effort from her part.

“Six pregnancy tests, fifty percent chance it’s another scare.” The plucky assistant admits knowing he was there the last time.

Eva hadn’t told him; he’d found out on his own when she left the test in their bathroom. He had been nervous and a bit excited at the prospect of a life with her and their hypothetical children. She had been relieved when her doctor told them it was a false positive.

Her sister had died from childbirth complications, Eva was terrified of it happening to her. They’d talked about it that night, sitting on the rug with their backs to the bed. To think all of it was a fucking lie, maybe she just didn’t want to have kids with him.

Everything was as real as you and me, her words hadn’t left his head since she spoke them making him doubt his new perception of her.

He had kissed her thinking it would not be like the ones before and feel nothing after, and yet it had the opposite effect.

Robert had gone there with every intention of taking that wind park that gave her company its name and destroying it just as Uncle Peter had been meaning too. He had folded, not because she seduced him, but because she had told the truth.

He’s known her for a year, Eva’s a good liar but not good enough when she’s not firing on all cylinders. She hadn’t had a hair out of place, but he could tell from the way she tried to get the meeting over with and how pale she was at the end.

He was petty and taught to exploit his opponents’ weaknesses. Robert’s just never been as good as his father nor Uncle Peter.

Never good enough.

“Chrissy, you’re fired.” Eva keeps her eyes shut and mutters something in Spanish when she opens them to see him hovering over her.

“I’m fine.” She says and refuses his help as she moves as far as she can in Chrissy’s little sedan. “If there is anything you should know, I will tell you. If I don’t it’s because its none of your fucking business, Rob.”

Stubborn as always, even as she is shaking off the effects of a minor concussion and a fainting spell, Eva is as stubborn as a pack mule.

He always liked that about her, even in moments when it grated him.

Like now.

“I think it’s my fucking business, Evie, it is our baby you might be having.” He points out and she threatens Chrissy with a bad reference for running her mouth like that.

“Don’t you have a plane to catch?” Eva asks knowing he’d delayed his bimonthly visits home for this fucking meeting alone.

“No, my schedule is perfectly clear.” Just for you. “Besides, if that fifty percent chance turns out to be true, I would rather be here with you than in Sydney with my dad.”

“How sweet of you. What do you want me to do now? Give you a pat on the back? Feed you a treat, give you a belly rub and call you a good boy?" She mocks him, hitting every button she knows so he leaves and takes that fucking private jet to Sydney and all it does is have Chrissy call her out on being such a bitch.

But he won’t. His dad was right to be disappointed in him, Robert thinks as he shoots down every protest his ex throws at him as she tries to get him to leave.

Robert gets that look on his face like he did that time months ago when he thought she was pregnant as well. That dopey one that is already seeing them settle in some picture-perfect place with perfect kids and a perfect life.

Save for their bickering, you couldn’t tell they were over. He stood by her every fucking second and even told Chrissy ---told her as if he had any right to run her life--- he’d be taking her home before she left.

Eva hadn’t been in a good mood in days, while Robert was the perfect patient when he busted his knee when they went hiking one time, Eva was the worst.

“It’s pretty impossible for me pregnant, just so you know.” She says breaking him out of his thoughts as they wait for the ER doctor and the results of all her tests. “Even when we weren’t playing it safe, I never slipped up.”

“It surprises me that you didn’t jump at the opportunity to baby trap me.” He countered making her falter when he looked at her too intently.

“Please, your damn eyes had the guilt eating me up inside the whole time, its why I couldn’t say yes to a lifelong commitment to you. As much I ended up loving you, I just couldn’t look you in the eye without knowing I had used you.” Eva admits and now he’s the one looking away feeling conflicted.

Rob had been told the worst of her and his family couldn’t help but fan the flames of his loathing for her after they were proven right.

And yet he is here because there is a thin thread tying them back together like a red string of fate and Robert’s held to it like a lifeline.

It makes her heart hurt to know that she spent most of last night researching whether she could end her pregnancy at eight to ten weeks in the state of California. The answer was yes, she could.

“I thought you liked my eyes.” Robert says knowing she’s been very appreciative of his inhumanly blue eyes. Poetry, specific paint hues and a pendant he got her with the exact shade of blue as his eyes.

“I do, it’s one of the reasons actually.” She responds and both forget its over between them. Eva could taste him in her mouth still and burned to feel him under her hands and mar his fair skin with love bites. “Made me feel as if I was naked before you.”

Bad choice of words, she thinks when his pupils dilate and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed no doubt remembering their very extensive history.

Eva had no issue with physical nakedness, especially around him. Several times she’d surprise him at work by wearing nothing under her coat or wearing nothing at all when he came home. She’d worn nothing underneath her coat the day they left on his private jet to New York. Eva would bet her wind park that was what brings them here today.

But neither Eva nor Robert can seem to speak or do anything than stare at each other as they both come to the same realization: despite the way things ended, their feelings for each other are as strong as they were then, if not stronger.

I still love you; his eyes say just as the obstetrician comes in at last.

[thescrapbookingscientist]

Bimonthly Media Roundup

Late Again. 2024 has been a little rough.

-Frieren (Anime) - A nice relaxing watch so far, I enjoy slow paced explorations of fantasy worlds so this is fun. The mentor/mentee relationship between Fern and Frieren is cute and I quite like the music as well.

-Sonic DX (Video Game) - This is mainly just here because I re watched the youtube analysis on Chao raising in the Sonic DX games and how hilariously complex it is. There was also a playthrough of the murder of Sonic which was a cute, well drawn and written game. I do wish they'd bring back the Chao garden system, as maybe that would be enough to convince me to buy a sonic game again.

-Mariokart Double Dash (Video Game) - Friend hosted a tournament on her birthday, it was fun to revisit, though I can't say I was great at it having forgotten the controls. Rainbow Road especially was hilarious to play as a warm up as me and my competitor would just fall off every 5 seconds. It was fun once I got the hang of it again though, definitely a good party game.

- Hatoful Boyfriend (Video Game) - Watched more playthroughs featuring almost every route, I was vaguely familiar with this game and how secretly messed up it was but I didn't know the details of each route, which are all amusingly insane. I don't know who had the idea to make a human/pigeon dating sim with apocalypse horror, espionage, ghosts, and fallen angels but hats off to them for pure creativity.

- Mage and Demon Queen (Webcomic) - Saving my thoughts until I complete it but this webcomic is very very cute and there should be more lesbian dragons in everything actually.

- Delicious in Dungeon (Anime) - Also saving my thoughts but have been really liking the worldbuilding and comedy here - Excited to see more of Falin and her personality beyond being Dragon food.

- The S Classes That I Raised (Webcomic) - Had a 10 hour recap video of this playing in the background while I worked that re-ignited my love for it. I'm still regularly checking for updates of course but I might just reread the whole thing as well - the familial love and comedy here really get to me.

- One Piece (Anime) - Still my biggest obsession, we are moving at a breakneck pace. Finishes Dressrosa and Zou and on to Whole Cake. Quick thoughts: Law and DoFlaming both have great designs, backstories, and dynamics with the other characters, I really like them and see why they are fan favorites. Sabo is back and I love him dearly, I really hope he pops up more often. Nami's Zou dress is lovely and it's hilarious how girl manages to pull a woman on every island they visit, Girls game is off the charts. Might make a powerpoint about how good the worldbuilding is in One Piece.

- Genshin Impact (Video Game) - Really like the Sumeru characters and their designs for the most part, though I do wish they were all less white. Anyway Yao Yao is adorable and I've been having fun with her on my Aggravate team.

Listening To: Her Diamonds by Rob Thomas, Hey I Don't Work Here by Tom Cardy, Crazy by Walk Off The Earth, How Did You Love by Shinedown, Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan, Feast or Famine from Starkid Productions, Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol, Turn the Lights Off by Tally Hall, No One Else Is Singing My Song from Crazy Ex Girlfriend, The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives, Runaway by AURORA

[itslenagain]

[ Part 1 here / Part 2 here ]

PART 3

Joanne waits in line at the ancient coffee shop with, what Bev says is, "the only drinkable coffee in Wyoming." It's 1.5 hours away from the Cheyenne office. Joanne is grateful for the thermal cup and beverage warmer she invested in when she discovered Bev's penchant for scalding hot espresso. She considered just purchasing an espresso machine, but she worried Bev would know. She has this way of knowing things.

Well, most things. Bev knows about all of the clients she works with, intimate details about their lives and spouses and exes. She knows secrets and tricks to help them get what they want in the courtroom. She can recite legal codes and how they differ in multiple states without even looking it up. However, she doesn't know Joanne. She bought Joanne a pot of daisies last April as a birthday gift. Joanne is severely allergic to pollen, and her birthday is in September.

Joanne makes up for it by knowing everything about Bev.

Joanne knows what coffee shops make Bev's coffee correctly, and what restaurants she likes near every one of her 34 offices. She knows which states and countries she has a luxury flat in, and which ones she needs to book a hotel in. Joanne knows how to sell a tough client to make Bev want to take the case - but only if Joanne wants her to. She knows all of Bev's shadiest connections and how they might help or hurt any of her cases. She knows Bev has an excellent bullshit detector. Joanne knows Bev's husband of 12 years only exists in pictures on her desk and bimonthly phone calls. She knows Bev had an awkward hookup with Rhonda in San José that she hasn't emotionally recovered from, even if she'd never admit to it. She knows all of Bev's credit card numbers, all of her multiple checking account details, every single savings account, even the ones she keeps hidden. Joanne knows enough about Bev to ruin her life faster than Bev could snap her fingers.

Joanne cannot imagine any reason why Bev would trust her with all of this information, all of these details, unless some part of her reciprocates the deep, unfailing love Joanne has for Bev.

So Joanne isn't bothered when the barista says it will take at least 20 minutes for them to get the espresso machine going again. She got here 3 hours early so that she could be standing, scalding hot coffee in hand, in the lobby in Cheyenne when Bev arrives.

(9am....)

Bev hates Wyoming.

The fact that it is one of the easiest states to get divorced in is a constant headache for her. The Cheyenne office is the second busiest after Reno. She knows some of her clients even take out short-term leases here for the specific purpose of getting a quick divorce. How someone could subject themself willingly to this weird place is beyond her.

Bev scales the stairs up to the third floor of the brick building that houses her Cheyenne office. Joanne stands in the lobby, coffee in hand. Bev takes a long sip. Perfection. She nods in acknowledgment at Joanne and they walk in rhythm towards her office.

"What were you able to dig up on the Vasileiou case?"

"Well, I can tell you Bart definitely made that birth certificate, just like you suspected. I called him about it and he didn't know anything about her beyond the fact that she found him through a courthouse clerk on our payroll and showed up with $30k in unmarked bills, made him swear that he wouldn't tell anyone that she'd been there."

"Jesus. Who the fuck is she?"

Joanne hesitates. "As far as I can tell, Sara isn't a meaningful name, I think she picked it because it sounded like Hera. Vasileiou is a Greek surname. No internet presence. She gave me several aliases from the past 4 years that I found very little info on, but before that? She didn't exist. It's like she popped up out of nowhere."

Bev pauses. "At the risk of sounding insane... is there any proof she might actually be Hera?"

Joanne laughs. "Well, the only sources I found talking about Gods living on Mount Olympus were... not reliable sources, to put it mildly. I can't prove that she is, but I don't really have definitive proof that she isn't, either."

"What about the blonde?"

"Kimberly Reed, 27, never married. Born in Fort Lauderdale, seems to have never left before 7 months ago. Average academic record, graduated with a 3.1 GPA from University of Florida, majored in history and minored in computer science. Held a steady data entry job, once again ending about 7 months ago. Middle class. Minor internet presence, nothing scandalous. Parents died a few years ago in an accident, left a small inheritance that paid off her school loans but not much else. Doesn't seem to have many solid friendships, but frequents gay bars and drag shows and is generally known throughout the lesbian community in Florida. Kind of boring, really." Bev shoots Joanne a look. "Sorry. That's all I've got on her."

"So, timeline?"

"Hera - Sara, says she decided to leave Mount Olympus or wherever the fuck she's from about 4 years ago. She met Kimberly at a bar on Thanksgiving last year. They started dating. Sara claims her husband showed up randomly at Kimberly's door demanding Sara return to Mount Olympus with him. This was in January. It checks out with the evidence I have that Kimberly suddenly quit her job and terminated her lease in Fort Lauderdale that month. They said they spent 5 months traveling throughout the Americas to keep Sara's husband from finding them. In May, they got in touch with their current landlord in Wilson who signed a short-term lease with them using Sara's assumed identity and an alias for Kimberly - Kara Burleson. They signed in the beginning of June. It appears they have kept traveling, but return here regularly. They don't go anywhere they can't drive or take a train to, which is interesting." Joanne flips the page on her notebook. "They appear to have moved to Wilson for the purpose of getting a divorce for Sara."

"Any proof that Sara's legally married?"

"I couldn't find any record that her current or any past identities were legally married in the United States. I'm waiting to hear back from the Greek consulate, but based on some sleuthing, I don't think she's legally married there either. All we have to go on is her word." Joanne looks steadily at Bev. "Do you trust her?"

Bev pauses. "There's something about her that makes me want to trust and believe her. Don't you think? She's got this, I don't know, energy? I don't think she's lying. But that doesn't mean we can just walk into court with insufficient evidence." Bev ponders. "What if there was a way to track down the husband?"

"I've already been on it, but no luck. She won't give me a name other than Zeus and that's pretty much a dead end."

"...call her. Tell her she needs to come to Cheyenne tomorrow morning. Cancel all my appointments for tomorrow." Joanne scribbles furiously on her notepad.

"Bev?"

She turns to Joanne. "We might need to use her to lure him out." She says it with a grave tone, but inside, she's screaming like a 12 year old at a Justin Bieber concert. Finally, an interesting case.

[ Next ]

You are a divorce lawyer, the best in your field. You have just received word that you will representing the Greek goddess Hera in her divorce from Zeus.

[mymarifae]

sighs... i adore the finale of mlp: friendship is magic so much. there was clearly a lot of love put into those last three episodes, and you can just feel the writers and the artists fondly bidding these characters one last farewell, y’know? it’s the (bitter)sweet ending this special show deserved.

but also, while the writers bring twilight and her friends’ story to a very clear end, they (pretty masterfully, if i do say so myself) leave room for equestria’s story to continue. everything was set up for generation 5 to showcase how equestria and the lands beyond have evolved and how twilight’s legacy lives on!

so i’m just kind of flummoxed by how it’s... not.

like. generation 5 wants to be its own thing, and that’s fine. but it also desperately wants to be this seamless continuation of generation 4 and it’s like. um. you can’t be both, man. in its attempt to juggle both of these ideas, it just completely fuckin’ retcons 9 seasons of worldbuilding and development.

where are the winter spirits (not using their canon name because Naur)? you know, the ones that feed off of animosity and fighting? where are the dragons? the hippogriffs/sea ponies? the changelings? the griffins? the yaks? where is the crystal empire? how have 0 records of twilight’s literal School Of Friendship survived? how are there not even simple legends about nightmare moon and her defeat, or tirek and his defeat(s), or chrysalis, or anything?? how has all that world-defining history just been lost?

where is star swirl and the other pillars? ... ok granted they’re probably not immortal but again: not even a whisper of their legacy has remained?? what about celestia and luna? or starlight glimmer’s!?!? out of all the most powerful ponies equestria has ever seen, you mean to tell me only the image of twilight and her friends has stuck around . and that like Two ponies (sunny and her dad) are familiar with them.

where the fuck is discord*

(* comics i have not read are not being acknowledged atm. because really - a character with literally unlimited magic who is deeply tied to the mane 6 and would have been dedicated to maintaining their legacy and protecting equestria for eons to come should have come up in the movie/show by now)

why am i supposed to care about opaline when season 9 of fim ends with two of the most spiteful, interesting antagonists the show has ever introduced (i love cozy glow and i think she’s a fascinating character and i wish the show had more time to dive into why she’s like that, but i’m reluctant to put her on tirek and chrysalsis’ level. she’s like 11) are encased in stone, and since we know that sort of magic-stone-imprisonment is not permanent...? like ??? get this random (and frankly, Ugly) alicorn out of my face i want to know what happened with THAT before you go trying to establish any new Big Baddies

i wouldn’t have as many issues with a new generation/make your mark if it wasn’t determined to cling to fim as its foundation. but since it is.......... what the fuck is going on. why are you paying homage to one of the best iterations of my little pony when you can’t even keep the worldbuilding straight for 2 minutes

[steelycunt]

not working on anything rn head sooo empty but i am. having fun writing every funny little situation that comes into my head. ive got a big document full of half-written paragraphs that didn't entertain me long enough to be finished and then i guiltlessly move onto the next. perhaps this is the only way to do it :-)

[mortedeveles]

Hey! It’s your friendly neighborhood simp, wondering if you could do a ficlet for Kaminari handling a flirtatious s/o who’s smooth w/ words, but just stops working when it comes to physical contact. Like, they just stop functioning to the point where they put Kirishima’s hair to shame in comparison to how flustered they are. That was the main idea, but you can do whatever with this! But yeahhh, that’s the request lol. Anyways, I hope you have a great day/night, regardless of what you do with this post <3 (I kinda rambled while doing this because I’m really nervous jfjfkfkf sorry if I made you uncomfortable)

COUNTERACTION

You love making Denki flustered with your words. But your plan quickly backfires when the blonde begins to plan ways to match your energy.

Denki Kaminari x gender neutral!reader

1.3k words

Fluff, mutual pining, teenagers being teenagers 

sorry if it’s rough, i haven’t written in a while :( 

A/N: My requests were closed by the time you had sent your request but I decided to take it in case you hadn’t seen my update on my bimonthly requests. I also went a bit off-track with the concept, but I hope you enjoy :) Sorry for the wait! 

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You've always had a way with words. They slip from your tongue as smooth as butter, and the effect they have on people is amazing. Just the sweet lull of your voice can have someone flustered and stumble over their words. Your best friend (and crush, but he doesn't need to know that), Denki Kaminari, is not exempt from being affected by your words. He's had the most uninhibited reactions to your words you've ever seen- you love seeing his face grow warm and red, watching him act shy and flustered. 

His reactions are so sweet and delightful that you can't get enough of them. It's become a dynamic and a daily routine in your friendship with him; you fluster him with your words and drink in his reactions with delight. You know Denki thinks you like to make him suffer, but you only do so because his reactions are the cutest thing you've ever witnessed. But you don't mind misleading him, as long as it'll keep your crush under the blankets.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

''Yo, Denki. I have a question.'' The U.A. hallways have grown mostly empty, so you strike.

''Sure, what's up?'' You almost snicker at how casual and relaxed he sounds, unaware of what's about to hit him.

''You know, I think I've been hallucinating these days...or have you always been so gorgeous?''

He sputters, face blooming red and you resist the urge to kiss him. Instead, you beam and ignore how your heart races when he shoots you an embarrassed smile.  

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

''That's so cute!'' The blonde gushes over the Pikachu plushie on the window display while you watch him with amusement, hands in your jeans pocket as you lean forward and whisper in Denki's ear.  

''You're cute.'' 

He freezes for a long time, and his neglected ice cream melts and splatters on the ground. He's quick to notice, groaning. But you don't miss how his cheeks are a tinge of pink.

''Aw man, my ice cream!'' You bite down a laugh of both endearment and joy. Coming to the mall with Denki is always entertaining, one way or another. 

''Don't worry, I'll buy you a new one.'' You beckon him forward and the blonde cheers, unexpectedly rushing forward to grab your hand. The mention of ice cream seems to have helped him overcome his previous embarrassment, too excited at the prospect of free food. 

''Sweet, let's go!'' Denki drags you away, unaware of how warm your face has gotten. You're silently thankful that he never turns around to see your flustered face or that he can't hear your pounding heart. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

''Aw, they only have strawberry and blueberry. What should we get?''

''Why not both? Do you think if we make out long enough we'll make our tongues purple?" The words leave your lips without hesitation, but they're bolder than usual. Even your face grows warm while Denki's eyes widen. He clears his throat, choking out a nervous laugh before rubbing the back of his head but you notice how his face blooms red.

''C'mon Y/N! You- you can't just tell a guy that...'' His reaction pays off, and your embarrassment is quick to dissipate as you smile at the blonde's reaction.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

''Bakugou, I've had just about enough!'' Denki whines as he flops on the blonde's bed, ignoring the disgruntled expression on his friend's face. 

''Enough of what?'' Kirishima pipes in, sitting next to Denki. Bakugou mutters something under his breath that sounds like- who gave you two dumbasses permission to lounge in my bedroom- but he crosses his arms and leans back in his desk chair, gesturing for Denki to continue. 

''Y/N's teasing. Don't get me wrong, I love talking to them... but all the teasing and flirting they do makes me only get my hopes up. I don't understand, do they like me or not?'' 

Bakugou snorts, rolling his eyes. ''Dunceface, I can't tell who's dumber, you or Y/N. You're both into each other, and it's so obvious that it's painful! Just ask them out and get it over with.'' 

Denki is quick to shake his head, frowning. He's got no solid proof that you return his feelings; your teasing could merely be jokingly. 

''There's no way. But anyway, that's not my point here. They makes me flustered so easily, and I can't do the same with them. Dirty jokes, silly gifts- nothing! I can't do anything to pull a reaction from Y/N...'' Kirishima hums thoughtfully, equally as stumped as Denki. But then Bakugou groans and rises from his seat, dusting off his sweatpants.

''Well, isn't it obvious? You still haven't tried one thing,'' he shoves his hands into his pockets and Denki raises an eyebrow.

''What thing?'' Now he's interested. Bakugou snorts, shaking his head. 

''Being physically affectionate, dumbass.''

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

''Good morning!'' Denki is particularly cheerful as he slides into his seat next to yours. You smile and say good morning back. As you dig into your backpack for your notebook and supplies, you stiffen at the sensation of something brushing against your back. What was that? Slowly, you raise your gaze. Denki smiles casually, acting as if his arm isn't resting on the back of your seat and his hand is on your shoulder. 

''What...are you doing?'' You speak slowly, body stiff and tense. Despite being best friends, you rarely touch Denki if it isn't necessary. His touch makes your heart race, goosebumps rising on your skin. You hope he won't notice. 

''What do you mean?'' He shoots you that heart stopping grin of his, playfully tilting his head to his side. He scoots closer to you, his chair screeching on the floor. You're glad that everyone else in your classroom is preoccupied with their conversations, or else you would be dying from embarrassment. 

''Whatever,'' you grumble and try to brush off your embarrassment, but your mouth feels dry. Your heart is racing in your ribcage. And for the rest of your first period, you can't focus on anything but Denki. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

''Hey! What are you eating?'' Denki slides into the seat next to yours, one of his hands intertwining with yours. The spoon with rice that was about to meet your lips clatters onto the table as you almost choke on air, face growing warm. 

''Are you okay? What's the problem?'' The blonde asks innocently, but you know he's aware of what he's doing. Giving him a stink eye, you grab a napkin and try to regain your composure, ignoring how warm and soft his hand feels.

''Nothing,'' your voice is slightly muffled by the napkin and you exhale, dropping it on the table. Denki's gaze is directly on your face and you don't know how you're supposed to handle it.

''Oh, you've got something on your face...'' his voice drifts off as his eyes lower to your lips, and you watch him swallow audibly. ''What is it?'' Your voice lowers so it only reaches Denki's ears, and he clears his throat before leaning forward.

''Let me get it for you.'' You nod, expecting to feel his thumb brush against your cheeks or something. What you don't expect, however, is feeling soft lips pressed against yours. 

Your eyes go wide and your body goes rigid. Denki quickly pulls away, his cheeks blooming red and he looks equally as dumbfounded as you.

''I'm so sorry!'' He sputters, waving his hands frantically. ''I wasn't thinking, I just leaned forward and-,'' you pull him by his collar before he can finish talking, determined to get your payback. You move your lips against his and he quickly melts into the kiss, his hands settling on your waist. When you pull away, he whines at the loss of contact and you giggle.

''This isn't fair, I was supposed to make you flustered! Not the other way around,'' he frowns, and you can't help but smile at how cute he looks. 

''I'm sorry,'' you grin before pulling him forward. ''Can I make it up to you?''  He's quick to nod, eyes wide and pleading. You laugh at his eagerness, lips quirked upward before you lean forward again, craving to feel his lips against yours. 

A/N: hope it lived up to your expectations! please reblog + like + comment + follow if you enjoy :D 

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[derinthescarletpescatarian]

#Okay‚ so I see your point and agree that semiannual means twice a year‚ once in each half of the year#but that works because a year is a large enough unit of time that breaking it up into semesters and quarters is a thing we already do‚ yeah#Semiannual means once an annual semester#but if I said semidaily#because days aren't divided into semesters and quarters#or at least that's not how morning‚ evening‚ night‚ etc are typically conceptualized#I'd think it meant daily‚ but not reliably so‚ happening about once every other day#Same with semiweekly#and same with semimonthly#because I don't tend to conceptualize days weeks and months as having semesters#I don't get the same inuititive meaning when reading the word#and the meaning I'd instead get from reading semimonthly is monthly but not reliably so‚ about every other month#which is inconsistent with the prefix semi-'s meaning when used in semiannual‚ yes#but languages aren't built upon consistency#and I think it'd feel more intuitively correct for bimonthly to mean twice a month and semimonthly to mean every other month

Semimonthly works for me because I primarily associate semi- with semicircle but you know what let's just eliminate months entirely. Let's just blow up the fucking moon.

Fortnight should be two nights. Fortweek should be two weeks. You agree.

[moodmusicmonday]

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[girlucifer]

domestic headcanons with lucifer because i'm this close to losing my mind:

*mc knows he's busy at work- he comes late into the night when they are already fast asleep, or sometimes he doesn't come home at all, opting to pull all-nighters to meet deadlines. but the two have come to a mutual understanding of each other, mc harboring so much love for the prince of pride that even when they've gone days without seeing each other, that when lucifer walks into their bedroom in the dark of night, quiet to not disturb his lover, and settles into bed, mc finds him in their sleep and tucks away upon his chest, their warmth sending him off to the sweetest of dreams!

*the nights where mc is awake when he comes home to them, they wordlessly run a bath and the two take one together, talking about the most mundanest of things. he'd talk about his meeting where he successfully convinced some business to invest in lord diavolo's projects and mc'd talk about what they made for dinner and how solomon's teaching them a new inkspell. once hitting a drop in the conversation, mc would signal for him to turn around and they'd wash his hair and he'd lose himself in their touch. they'd be so sleepy afterwards that they pass out right after drying off!

*mc is a morning person- lucifer is not. unfortunately due to their circumstances, mc doesn't have to wake up early wherein lucifer does! cue mc waking up before lucifer to get his clothes ready, make a cup of coffee, fry an omelet, and pack his briefcase. lucifer thanks the devil everyday for mc coming into his life!

*they'd have monthly date nights at ristorante six. the sous chef naturally knows the prince of pride and always offers the best selection of drinks & desserts. lucifer lets mc pick his meal while he's answering emails and as soon as the food comes, mc demands his phone[s] [lucifer carries 3 phones and a pager] and the two enjoy dinner together! and without fail, as soon as lucifer gets his phone back, there's 17 missed calls and 57 texts from barbatos demanding he comes to the castle right away as lord diavolo has some pressing matters to discuss [what should he make for dinner]

*they have bimonthly scheduled sex because their schedules never line up. when the day comes, comically, lucifer is obviously much more bubbly as mc is much more irritable

*the two are readying to go to bed with lucifer finishing up some emails as mc applies moisturizer. mc settles into bed as lucifer turns off his laptop & shuts the light off. the two lay silently in bed and bam! house shakes violently as picture frames fall over, dust from the ceiling scatters around them- followed by water starting to leak into the room. the two sigh defeatedly

*mc seriously considers divorce at least once a week

*during a moment of intimacy, someone knocks upon the door & lucifer, irate, opens it up. mammon's in tears like </3 i watched a horror movie and my nightlight isn't working so let me sleep in here. please please please please please. note: mammon did not watch a horror movie & just wanted to ruin lucifer's one night with mc

*the two never get formally married- mc one day started wearing the ring of light upon their left ring finger instead of right. lucifer noticed right away but didn't say a word about it. but by god, he couldn't stop thinking about it

[joeys-piano]

For @l0vel3ss-l1nds3y : saved your original ask as a draft. Tumblr ate it. So....

1, Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fail to put you in your feels?

When characters look at each other. When they just look at each other, know the other is there, and how most of the time the characters don't look away and they find strength in just looking at each other. That's a love language in my eyes because that's how I express my love for others. I just look at them. Maybe watch them for a bit. I look at them because there's nothing important to say, but I feel so much when I look at them -- it's like stress relief. That's why I include it in my works; I can't imagine a fonder expression of love, than just looking at someone, then they see you, they let you just watch them as they do their own thing, and you feel a weight is off your body.

2, Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Undoubtedly, without question, because nothing else compares, it'll be Damn, You're Reckless -- the grimmichi fic I posted back in June. It is a 15k+ oneshot featuring one fight scene, twelve different perspectives ranging from cowards to sadists to a monster who has a heart, it's a 5+1 fic featuring different emotional beats and the highs and lows of a high school graduate within a gang fight, it's a story about perspectives and how we often learn a lot about ourselves by how we view others, it was just a ridiculous experience because I've never anything like this before, I had to culminate everything I've learned as a writer to make something really cool, and my strongest skill (characterization) was in the spotlight through this fic. If THAT isn't the definition of a wild ride, I don't know what does. And I don't think y'all will ever know how this fic almost broke me.

3, What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

I'm completely biased because I'm finishing up a oneshot that feels like the sweetest fic I've done so far. But I know that's not entirely true, but it's the first thing that comes to my mind. This story is sweet to me because it (tries t) answer one question: How do you love someone who gets you to love yourself back?

4, Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

Almost every creative I've interacted with or know anything about has had entertained the thought that maybe one day, they could continue doing what they love if they made a career out of it. Our most valuable resource is our time; the biggest waster of that resource is a job, followed closely by commute time. It's why we often encounter exasperated creatives who wish they had more time, who wish that they could devote the time from their work into something that creatively fulfills them, who ask out into the internet when and if they should quit their job(s) to be what they'll feel happier being. Being in the U.S., I see it everywhere. And as much as I'd love to quit my job, have control over my time, and write stories until I'm an old man writing epic poetry for whatever fandoms, that's not really what I want. Because I shelved the thought of making a career out of writing a little while ago, mainly for health reasons and what it would do to me. Money is a weird thing. You can say it won't change who you are, but it can change how you view other things. And I don't know how I would feel if everything I needed to survive was reliant on me being creative and me writing what others want to read. And I have thing against following instructions and the rules, so what would that do to me? So, no. I wouldn't make a career out of writing because there are things about me and boundaries that I know I cannot compromise. As much as I'll complain about my day job, I do enjoy the security of a bimonthly paycheck and the time I manage to steal during slow weeks when clients want to pretend I don't exist.

5, What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc...)?

Romance is hard because there's a strong emotional component tied to vulnerability, honesty, and being okay with who you are despite there being so many things you want to change. I don't know how to write that. No, I'm being serious! I don't know how to write a romance like that; I don't know how to feel that in any platonic and romantic relationship I've experienced in my life. I can mimic how other writers do it, I can study how other writers do it, but I don't know how to write it if you left me to my own devices. It's one of the hardest genres because it's so human. Because all of us want to experience love of some kind and to some extent, and we are hungry for connection. I have no idea how to approach that because I've been my detached with own feelings for more than half of my life. I'm guessing with every story I write, and maybe I'm getting something right because people keep coming back.