#it's also such salt in the wound that they let this happen to an account that had yes paid them out of an attempt at good will last year

[toppiegames]

THEY JUST SENT AN EMAIL SAYING MY SUBSCRIPTION IS ABOUT TO RENEW. ON THE ACCOUNT I CANNOT ACCESS TO CANCEL IT. BECAUSE THEY TERMINATED IT. GOD

Hello! This is toppie aka tophatting. A couple months ago my account of over 10 years was terminated without notice or reason given. When customer support didn't respond to my ticket after a certain timeframe, everything appears to have been completely wiped.

I haven't made a new account because honestly I have been too sad. But I do still want to share my art and writing moving forward, so I will be doing that here. I'm hopeful that the termination was a mistake (like, my account was mistaken for a bot somehow) and that I can stick around, but if not, you can find me on bluesky, twitter, and AO3.

For now, I won't be reposting my art (there was over a decade of it. and that is very sad) except by request. If there is art you would like to see again (that you can't find the zombie post of), just send me an ask! I should be able to find it in my backups and repost it for you.

Lastly, let this be your PSA that you should back up your blog! There is an option do to so in your settings.

[comic-book-jawns]

Signs

Kara knows the looks she would get if she were to say she feels protective of Lena Luthor.

On account of not only her boss’s last name but also her boss being a 23-year-old billionaire CEO and Kara a 26-year-old English major who failed to find a job in her field, clearly.

Not that Kara can scoff at what she makes as her assistant, more than enough to be called a corporate sell-out.

The point is Kara knows how it sounds. Alex’s eye rolls paint a more than sufficient picture. But she just… she doesn’t care.

And, yes, she knows that’s an easy claim to make without actually putting herself on the line. In her defense, she tried.

Her second week on the job when she heard two fellow assistants badmouthing her boss over coffee at the lobby cafe. And while she hadn’t been looking for brownie points, of course, she could only assume she’d earned them when Lena had called her into her office at the end of the day.

Boy, had she been wrong.

In fact, it was how she’d realized the curt tone her boss had been using up to that point had actually been her idea of friendly.

“Your duty is to L-Corp, not to me.”

“But I’m your assistant.”

“Yes, because I need assistance. Not a cheerleader.”

Kara’s face had burned as she murmured her apologies and assurances that it wouldn’t happen again, and she was already backing toward the door when Lena dismissed her.

She’d been fortunate enough to make it inside the elevator before the tears started, and that was where her luck had run out.

A tan hand caught the doors just as before they could close, and Kara had scrambled to wipe her face as she was met with a warm smile that promptly turned to a frown.

“Kara? What’s wrong?”

In her state, she hadn’t registered until later that it was remarkable the CFO she’d been introduced to along with the rest of the exec board on her first day remembered her name.

She’d also been unable to do more than mumble nonsense about getting her period early, which had sort of been an achievement actually given how terrible she is at lying on the spot — to her sister’s perpetual chagrin when they were teenagers.

Not that Sam bought her excuse. Kara wasn’t that naive. Though her sincerity as she wished Kara well had been unmistakable. And then, she’d abruptly let the elevator doors go without getting in.

The next morning, when Kara walked into Noonan’s to pick up Lena’s coffee, she’d been promptly steered off course, by a hand gripping her upper arm like she was misbehaving child, toward a table for two in the back.

“Can I get anything else for you, Ms. Luthor?”

Her boss had glanced up from her phone long enough to offer a polite hint of a smile to the barista.

“No, thank you, Nia.”

Kara remembered feeling like she could hear her friend vibrating as she bounced back to the counter.

“You know Nia?”

“I know how to read a name tag.”

In hindsight, Kara knows the dryness of Lena’s tone had been playful. But in the moment, it had just felt like salt on the wound of Lena jabbing at her phone again.

“Right. Of course.”

Kara was busy smoothing the non-existent pleats on her khakis when Lena had looked up.

“I’m sorry.”

And there was that nagging instinct again when she’d met Lena’s uncharacteristically troubled gaze as she placed her phone on the table, face down, and stiffly gestured to the drink, cinnamon sugar twist on a plate and chair opposite her.

“Please sit, Ms. Danvers.”

They’d proceed to sit in silence for probably 20 seconds at most. But Kara had never been known for her patience... especially when there was food in front to her.

“Ms. Luthor, you don’t—”

“I do. I need to apologize for how I behaved last night.”

And, yeah, Kara had known her boss wasn’t exactly wrong. That she would have said the same in her place. But Kara was — well, frankly she wasn’t used to being apologized to.

Alex’s go-to apology is also a cinnamon sugar twist — in lieu of the actual apology.

“I don’t need to explain.”

There was a sheepish twist to her lips, a blink-and-you-miss-it slip of youth.

“But I am truly sorry.”

Kara had thought of her sister’s words from the night before: this is what you signed up for working for a Luthor.

And she’d smiled.

“Thank you, Ms. Luthor.”

“Lena, please.”

That had gotten Kara to blink. Even with their age difference, she hadn’t thought anything of the formality. After all, she hadn’t heard anyone address the CEO any other way. Not to her face.

“To you. It’s Lena to you.”

But Kara isn’t one for formalities for the sake of them, either. So she’d eagerly stuck out her hand.

“Kara.”

That was the first time she had made Lena smile, bemused as she’d returned the handshake.

It was also the first time she’d eaten breakfast on the L-Corp dime. But it wouldn’t be the last.

“Coffee and a donut is not embezzlement, Kara.”

Lena had gleaned from Nia that Kara always put her own order on her personal card, and was quite on set on it not happening again, apparently having assumed Kara understood that Lena didn’t expect her to fend for herself while she was doing her a favor.

“What about two donuts?”

That was the first time she had made Lena laugh. But also not the last.

And looking out for Lena? That’s not gonna be a one-time thing either.

***

“Lena, you’re needed in the lab. I’m afraid it’s urgent.”

If Kara’s face wasn’t enough, the heat that instantly pools in her stomach at her assistant confidently interrupting a board meeting and calling her by her first name in front of a room of old men who don’t is quite the parry to the anxiety threatening to tear her at the seams.

Not much more than it usually is in these necessary evils. But usually she has Sam at her side, ready and more than willing to jump in when Lena asks.

“So what’s the fire?” In fact, Lena’s breathing is nearing her baseline semblance of normal as the elevator doors close. “It’s not an actual fire, is it?”

She’s only half-joking. They have a containment system, of course. But that would really be the last thing she needs right now.

Kara’s smile has her unclenching her hands, even as her breathing stutters a little.

“No. It’s nothing, actually. It just looked like you needed a breather.”

And then they’re clenching with a vengeance as she ironically exhales harshly through her nose.

She may not have gotten to where she is two weeks out from 24 without her brother going insane. But she didn’t get here by being coddled either.

Which is what she’s about to explain, Luthor genes overriding the fact that it’s Kara she’s talking to.

Until movement catches her eye. A hand. Kara’s hand rubbing in a circle over her buttoned-up chest.

“Please, right?”

Lena stops breathing altogether.

“I’ve noticed the only times Sam speaks up in board meetings are when she’s spoken to… or when you do that.”

It’s true. If by that, Kara means Lena’s purposefully poor imitation of the sign. Hell, half the time she doesn’t even do it over her chest. Brushing exposed cleavage would rather counteract the subtlety.

“And I, umm - I had a speech delay when I - after my parents died.”

Lena breathes in sharply, like she had when Sam called her out over lunch yesterday for not knowing when Kara’s birthday is.

“I used Sign exclusively until I was four.”

Kara’s voice is quiet but steady. Her cheeks are rosier than usual, though, when the elevator chimes and she faces forward.

Lena doesn’t.

“Sometimes I still do when it gets too…”

“Yeah.”

Kara glances back at her, eyebrows raised slightly. As if she’s surprised by the admission. Despite how they got on the topic in the first place.

And then the doors start to open, and Kara darts forward, fingers hovering over the close button.

“Do you want to go back up?”

Lena shakes her head.

[floofery]

This is just some speculation: do we even know if Sunny actually lost his left eye?

Of course, it's missing in all post-true ending fanworks but, I'm curious.

We know Basil most likely stabbed it with the shears and that Sunny lost vision in it until he blacked out. But does that equate to permanent vision loss? A bandage covers his left eye in the True Route, but I suspected that even without eye removal bandages would be put over a healing eye, so I did a little research.

I did minimal digging (only five or six websites and a couple of accounts from people who've sustained eye injuries) so, take this all with a grain of salt! (reblogs with more informed answers are great!!)

This is written rather sloppily as it's wednesday morning and I'm sick, but here's what I got.

It is entirely possible that Sunny kept his eye- and maybe recovered some of the lost vision.

A large puncture with the shears damaging his optic nerve would result in permanent vision loss- and damage to the retina is most likely to also end badly. It is possible for parts of the retina to heal, creating spotty vision with areas being completely blacked out and other areas visible, but usually the eye's done for.

Damage to anywhere else, however, is able to be fixed (with surgery).

If only the lens or the whites/sclera of the eye was stabbed, it is highly likely Sunny would be able to regain vision. Replacing the lens with an artificial one is a common type of surgery, which is also used in the case of cateracts (if no other treatment works).

Damage to the cornea or iris isn't as easy- a pierced iris is able to be treated but afterwards our guy would have to wear sunglasses around everywhere as it controls how much light the pupil lets into the eyeball. A damaged cornea would be far worse as the only way to get a new one is through a cornea transplant- however the cornea, iris, pupil, lenses, ect have no important nerves vital for vision- only the nerves that help you focus your eye or change the amount of light going in. Replacing them are complex procedures but they are possible (though it is important to note that cornea surgeries have high risk of failure).

I think it really depends on how Sunny was stabbed. I'm pretty sure the fight happened with both Basil and Sunny standing up- so Basil taking a swing and grazing Sunny's eye would cause bleeding and immense pain but is likely to be treatable. However, I see a lot of fanworks of Sunny being knocked to the ground and Basil driving the shears into his eye. I... don't believe this happened in canon (it wasn't mentioned in the little top bar "BASIL pushed SUNNY to the ground", ect) but if it did, this would have ten times the impact. If the shears gouged deep enough (and take this as an even bigger grain of salt) it could very well kill Sunny- right behind the eye is the brain. And even if they didn't, the wound would be much deeper with piercing of the retina and possibly the optic nerve.

thank you for coming to my ted talk LOL

Some notes:

-Omori happened in the '90s-2000's. I do not know if some of the surgeries (especially cornea transplants) had the same success rate back then as they do with more modern technology.

-I am NOT A DOCTOR. I found this out via multiple sources online. and please, I doubt anyone would ever do this but do NOT refer to this post if you or someone around you sustains an eye injury. I suggest calling 111 (or 911, or whatever the emergency number is in your region.)

-that's it! Ja!

[smosh-fessions]

I haven't been keeping up with Smosh over the past few months like I used to, what's going on with Angela and the cpap machine?

They did a DREAD: Smosh versus zombies game.

Let me grab the good post I saw on reddit about it when it happened if it's still up.

I copied and pasted it since it means I don't have to type all this in my ask and I've got permission to put it here:

I love the Dread videos. They're fantastic and George is an *incredible* story teller and everyone's characters are great.

However, this last game disappointed me pretty badly on account of the fact that apparently *no one* checked what a CPAP is or how they work, and because of that, basically 0% of the jokes make any sense and using a disability aid as a punchline for two hours is just really not something that leaves a great taste in my mouth. The only one that really landed was the mask being really stuck on her head and face in the tractor beam, because the velcro on those babies is *strong.*

CPAP and APAP machines are most often used for sleep apnea or apnea adjacent conditions where your airway closes while you're unconscious. They're for keeping you breathing WHILE asleep, and they need to be plugged in. You do not walk around using one. (My add in is that they literally have a water tank on them that is not air tight. You would have water absolutely everywhere)

Normally this kinda thing would be like, yeah, okay, people get things wrong, but it's such an easy thing to look up and as a major plot point of a character, it definitely needed researched.

The one I had was also small enough for the machine and hoses to fit in a lunchbox. They haven't been massive in years. They're not the size of a radio flyer.

It would have been nice to have a character with a disability where the disability wasn't only there to be a problem or a punchline.

I'm sure no one intended for it to come off that way, especially as CPAP/APAP aren't often seen by most people as disability aids because there's just not a lot of great, general info about them floating around. It's not something the average person looks into like they would how to wrap a sprained ankle, for example.

I just hope that in the future they both do their due diligence in research and making sure something makes sense, and also just not using disabilities or medical issues as only a joke device.

Disabled people make jokes about themselves all the time. A lot of people use humor to cope, but when it's the *only* thing its being used for, it's not cool. If they were trying to go about it in the same way Eddie's asthma was discussed and approached in IT (his mother gave him water vapor. he does not have asthma and his reluctance to accept that he was lied to was very important!) that would be one thing, but they didn't.

So, they did what basically every abled person does—they made the disability aid the "problem gag". And me and maybe three other people I saw had a problem with it, which was just an extra bit of salt in the wound.

[oracleredbullbabe]

𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 ℜ𝔲𝔫𝔰 ℜ𝔢𝔡: Lewis Hamilton x Wolff OC

Chapter One: It's a Match! Genre:Romance Word Count: 1,204 TW:Age Gap Romance, Secret Conversations, Cheating(Not Really) Work Tags:Blood Runs Red, Isla D Wolff, OracleRBBabe

Isla Wolff's POV

This had to be a joke.

The thought was on a loop within Isla Wolff's head as she sat inside of her father's office, her eyes focusing on a picture on her screen. Well, a page on her screen. Raya, the daughter of the Mercedes AMG Petronas Formula 1 Team Principal had downloaded the dating app with hope. Hope of potentially finding a romantic relationship, as it seemed that being set up by her friends currently wasn't working. The last date that her best mate had set her up on? Isla had made sure that it had been painfully clear that Isla wasn't going to accepting dates anymore.

Not from her friends.

Not after she had spent nearly two hours, sitting and listening to a lecture about how girls couldn't truly be into Motorsports.

Hadn't her friends told this man who Isla was? Isla couldn't possibly believe that this man had been set up on a date without even the slightest knowledge of who he was being set up with. Her friends weren't that cruel, they weren't that dense either.

„Das kann doch nicht dein Ernst sein.“ (“You can’t be serious.”)

That had been muttered by Isla numerous times during the date. Especially when the guy had brought up Lewis Hamilton, a man that Isla had been raised around, stating even Lewis agreed with his standpoint. The man certainly hadn't been impressed when Isla pulled her phone out and suddenly called Lewis, asking Lewis if he felt that women couldn't truly be into Motorsports, or when she called to be picked up, and George Russell had driven up, having been at Isla's house for dinner, Toto having got the cliff notes versions of her date and a heads up from Lewis about the kind of man that Isla was on a date with, had sent George, just to rub salt into the wounds.

But that was how Isla found herself on Raya. Staring at an account, claiming to be Lewis. And the confusing part, it had matched with Isla's.

„Das kann nicht Lewis sein… ich sollte ihn anrufen…“("It can't be Lewis… I should call him…")

Though, Isla couldn't help but keep glancing at the match button.

Would it hurt to match with the page? Likely not, Isla could quickly handle the situation on her own, then she could call Lewis, letting him know that he needed to get his team on the situation. If she remembered correctly, the same thing had happened with Charles Leclerc recently. Or was it Pierre? It was one of them, she knew that much. It had been a PR nightmare for all of Formula 1, every team rushing around to make sure their drivers weren't also being used in the scam. Luckily, at the time, Mercedes had nothing to worry about. But apparently, wasn't the case anymore.

Again, Isla told herself that she could handle it.

But, there was a spark inside of Isla’s core. The spark of possibility, what if it was actually Lewis? What if he was into Isla? The thought was exciting to the young woman, especially as she dared risked swiping right, opening the message tab just as she walked to the window that overlooked the factory, watching Lewis from the upper floor as he spoke with workers,

From Isla D. Wolff:What is a 7 time world champion doing swiping right on little ole me?

As Lewis shifted his attention onto his phone just as Isla sent the message, Isla's heart fluttered within her chest. There was no way…

None.

It was simply a coincidence. Until she saw Lewis' head start shifting around, searching intently for something.

LEWIS POV: The notification buzzed in his pocket as a familiar sound of the dating app he had downloaded let him know someone had sent him a message, and had matched with him. Reaching into his pocket, Lewis checked who it had been and almost choked on his own breath as he saw the all too familiar name at the very top of his screen. Almost forgetting that he had brazenly matched with Isla once he had seen her page, almost in disbelief that it could have actually been the Little Wolff that he had watched grow up

Isla D. Wolff:What is a 7 time World Champion doing swiping right on little ole me?

Lewis was no fool, He knew just like her father, Isla didn't say things for no reason. Knowing this, Hamilton looked up from his phone and scanned the room he was standing in. There was no way and he knew that. He also knew that there was still one more place he could look.

Up..

Lewis could look up at the glass overlooking the factory.

It was exactly as he suspected, there she was, smug grin across her lips and all. She certainly was her father's daughter. Two could play her game so Lewis did. He winked back at Isla knowing that no one would see him. No one was paying attention to him more than Isla was at the moment. It wasn't as if the two hadn't shared glances before this point either. They had caught one another multiple times within just the past week.

Then there came Torger, Toto, as he was better known by the rest of everyone that wasn't immediate family. Isla's father and the one man who genuinely scared Lewis more than anyone in existence. Not wanting to risk any trouble just yet, Lewis' eyes darted away from Isla and back to the work in front of him. He knew he had a safer way of meeting with her if that was really the road he wanted to take.

Lewis C.D. Hamilton:I could ask, the daughter of the Mercedes AMG Petronas Formula 1 Team Principal, the same. What's she doing swiping right on me? It takes two to make a match

Lewis chuckled and hid away his phone while he worked again knowing the game that would ensue between the two now that they were certain there was a mutual interest there for them to explore. Being so much older than Isla though, posed a larger problem than even Toto himself. Lewis knew that it wouldn't take much convincing for Toto to understand them. After all, Toto trusted Lewis, George, even a handful of the other drivers on the grid like they were his own sons. The way they treated not only his daughter, Isla, but other young women such as Thalia, Phoebe and Esmee. It gave him hope that there were still good men in the world.

Despite this trust, the turmoil ahead for them all, aside from the blossoming relationship between Isla and Lewis, would be a challenge none of the parties involved ever would expect to face. There would be those facing it alone, others facing it together, some from the inside, others solely from the outside perspective. Things were going to change drastically but it wasn't known just yet if it was for better, worse, or some uncomfortable combination of both and only time would tell.

But Lewis was ready for whatever journey this match was bringing him on. He was going to face it, head on. Like anything else he did.

[mini-jiminie]

https://www.tumblr.com/mini-jiminie/767184888661262336/i-was-watching-some-yoonmin-edits-and-felt-all?source=share

I'm not a shipper, I'm Jimin-biased, and I also came across that post. One thing I've noticed about people who ship Jimin and JK with others is that they are always extremely insecure and bitter over Jimin and JK's friendship. They are just incapable of being satisfied with their ship being real while simultaneously accepting that there's at least a deep, platonic bond between JM/JK. No, in their minds, those two have to hate each other when the cameras stop rolling and every nice thing they say about one another has to be scripted in order for them to be able to imagine Jimin coming home to Yoongi, JK coming home to Taehyung or Jin at the end of the day.

I always wondered why, but I've come to realize that there's only one example for it, no matter how crazy it may sound every time I think about it. They see whatever Jikookers swear is there too, but they obviously hate it because they wish it existed somewhere else and they hate that other people boldly point it out over and over again, like rubbing salt into their wounds,

and that's how posts like the one from that Yoonmin blog come to be, that's how there's always this unnecessary outrage within the fandom every time Jimin and the maknae just exist next to each other and treat one another like human beings (I acknowledge they objectively have some very eyebrow-raising moments; I'm not talking about that but just genuinely mundane moments where they just smile at each other, laugh together, touch each other in the most innocent, typical way ever and say decent things about/to each other. Even those things get people mad). That's how their relationship as a duo becomes somewhat taboo in the fandom.

It's fascinating to witness as an "outsider", someone unattached to any of them as hypothetical romantic pairs.

Also I ask myself why these people ship Jimin with their favorites so much when it's clear as day they don't like him. You can't believe Jimin is in a loving, committed relationship with this one person while he, according to you, consistently plays at romance with another and lies every time because he's apparently so fame hungry. Nah. Let it go.

Thank you for your perspective!

I'm always curious about how people outside the shipping bubble perceive the discourse that happens within it.

The way you describe the general attitude towards jkk (within the fandom) as 'somewhat taboo' is honestly spot on. It's something that's always fascinated me because even bringing up the word 'jikook' within a broader fandom context gets everyone's panties in a twist. There have been countless ot7-focused accounts who've gotten harassed to the point of having to take down jkk-focused posts or posts even mentioning them as a duo. It's pretty mind-boggling because the outrage wouldn't exist if it wasn't rooted in some sort of fear.

You've summed it up brilliantly here:

"They see whatever Jikookers swear is there too, but they obviously hate it because they wish it existed somewhere else and they hate that other people boldly point it out over and over again, like rubbing salt into their wounds,"

There's a vast majority of army that are cultists or, have joined the fandom through the cult's indoctrination (I can't think of a better term:)). Part of this indoctrination is the narrative that jm is incentivised by the company to tear taekook apart. Yet apparently, he's also their beard? So, jm is the devil but also simultaneously Mother Theresa because he selflessly protects his best friends who are a couple. Unfortunately, there are so many people with this mentality who make up the older part of the fandom (people who have stanned them for a while). Somehow, the cult has normalised default favour for themselves and have so much sway over the fandom. It's so disturbing because of their generally deranged attitudes towards jm and jkk.

On yoonminners, again, you've hit the mark:

"You can't believe Jimin is in a loving, committed relationship with this one person while he, according to you, consistently plays at romance with another and lies every time because he's apparently so fame hungry."

As a jm-biased army too, I completely understand your frustrations. In shipping discourse, it seems that it's mainly him who receives the brunt of everyone's hate. Even yoonminners, who you would think would defend him as he's their only stake in this discourse, always manage to direct some passive-aggressive comment towards him under the guise of affirming their ship. Because how on earth does the 'jikook are money hungry slaves at hybe's mercy' narrative paint jm in any light but a horrible one?

[drabbles-mc]

Twenty-Four Hours

Horacio Carrillo & GN!Reader

For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Darkness: make something around morally or emotionally dark topics/themes

Warnings: 18+, kidnapping, blood/injury, canon-typical violence, hair-pulling

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: This was a fic that I had no plan for coming into it. Literally just made it up as I went along. But! Here we are!

Narcos Taglist: @garbinge @winchestershiresauce @sizzlingcloudmentality @panagiasikelia @616wilsons @hauntedforsst @mirabee @buckybarneshairpullingkink @boomclapxox @nessamc @supersanelyromantic @padbrookcottage @mysun-n-stars @raincoffeeandfandoms @justreblogginfics @ashlingnarcos @proceduralpassion @artemiseamoon @narcolini @hausofmamadas @cositapreciosa (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

Twenty-four hours was a long fucking time. It was longer than you could’ve ever imagined it to be. Honestly, if you hadn’t had a clock staring you in the face and not much else, you would’ve assumed that it had been a lot longer than just twenty-four hours. One thousand four hundred and forty minutes in a day, and you could account for every single one of them. You wished that you weren’t able to.

Everything hurt. You were exhausted and all you wanted to do was sleep. You wished that you would just pass out already, but you had a feeling that that wasn’t going to be in the cards. They’d only had you for twenty-four hours but you’d lost enough sleep leading up to your capture for it to really start becoming a problem. The only reason that you were traveling back home alone was because your team told you to get lost and stay lost until you got some sleep. You’d been pissed about it when it happened, and if you had the wherewithal you’d be even more pissed off about it now. What little strength and energy you had couldn’t be wasted on bitterness, though. It needed to be spent on something wiser than that, like staying alive.

They weren’t even going to know until it was too late. That fact had been smoldering in the back of your mind from the second they pinned your car and pulled you out of it. And, while you were certain that the people who took you couldn’t have possibly known the finer details of it all, it felt like salt in the wound.

Your eyelids felt heavy, and you let the droop even though it felt like you couldn’t close your eyes all the way. There was no resting no matter how drained you were. A time or two you’d gotten close, but if your body didn’t jolt itself back into orbit, one of your captors would reappear and do it for you. You wished that they would either just cut you loose or kill you at this point. One way or another, you just wanted this ordeal to be over. You wanted the throbbing in your head to go away, the aching in your limbs. It felt like your mouth was full of sand while your skin felt slicked with sweat. Or, at least, some of it was sweat—some of it was blood, too.

You let your head drop forward, chin pressing to your chest. Your eyes weren’t closed all the way, still able to see the blood and dirt staining the tops of your thighs, dark smears against the denim covering your legs. Your vision was blurry but again, you hadn’t had much else to look at for the last twenty-four hours so you’d become familiar with useless details about yourself.

It was only a couple seconds of reprieve, of slumped shoulders and dropped heads, before your heard the door of the room you were in swing open. You didn’t bother lifting your head to see who it was. The answer to the question didn’t particularly matter. There was the scraping of metal on concrete as the door to the room you were in was pushed shut again. After a couple seconds of silence, you heard the footsteps. They were calculated, heavy—whoever walked in was wearing boots. They were also sizing you up, not that you were really exuding the energy that made you a sight to behold at this point.

You waited for a voice to be able to conjure up a face. You’d picked up a couple names along the way, ones that you’d give anything to forget now, because for all of your exhaustion you weren’t so delusional that you forgot about the fact that even if they released you, your problems weren’t going to be over. Getting out of this goddamn room would only be the first step of many on the journey of trying to scrape together any semblance of any kind of life, let alone a normal one.

The footsteps got closer, but you still didn’t have it in you to lift your head, to try and turn to see who it was. Why weren’t they saying anything?

Then you felt it, a palm pressed against the back of your head. The strangeness of the sensation should’ve been enough to give you a fresh sense of urgency, but it didn’t. They’d beaten all the urgency out of you. Even through your exhaustion you could feel each individual sensation as the person’s fingers splayed against your head, blunted fingernails against your scalp. Your heartrate picked up but the rest of your body couldn’t keep up with what was unfolding around you.

Their hand went from spread against your head to clenched into a tight fist, gathering up your hair by the roots along the way. You cringed at that, turning into a full-blown wince as the person jerked your head back by the roots of your hair. You felt so exposed, neck bent over the back of the chair so that you were looking up at the ceiling, fresh pain shooting down your neck and spine.

You went from staring up at the dark, grimy ceiling, to looking into the eyes of a man that you hadn’t had the displeasure of meeting in person yet. You’d heard about him before, because anyone who worked for Pablo had heard the horror stories about Colonel Horacio Carrillo, but it was a completely different experience to be looking him in the eye, to have him hovering over you.

His grip on your hair didn’t relent as he studied your face. In fact, he pulled down harder, the pressure of the metal backing of the chair digging into your already bruised skin. You fought to suck in a deep breath and failed, the breath you took ending up shallow and shaky instead. He frowned as he looked at you, and you didn’t know if it was a look of contemplation or of disappointment. Maybe it was both.

“This could’ve been over a long time ago if you just told us something,” he said.

His voice wasn’t what you had been expecting. The guys talked about him like he was something straight out of a horror movie. And, while the angle you were looking from certainly didn’t make him out to be a saint, you didn’t think that he was anything to shake in your boots over. It took him twenty-four hours to come and see you, after all.

“Nothing to tell,” you forced out, voice raspy from the intense angle of your head along with everything else.

“Bullshit,” he responded, voice tense as his grip on your hair grew tighter still.

You had nothing to say to that. You weren’t going to tell him what he wanted to hear, so there was no good rebuttal for his one-word answer. You blinked, long and slow, trying to compartmentalize all the different kinds of pain you were currently in to make them all more manageable.

“What do you think he’s going to give you, hm?” condescension dripped from his tone. “You think that for your loyalty, you’ll be given some great reward?”

You wished you had enough mobility to shrug. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Do you think you’ll be let go if you hold out long enough?”

The laugh you let out was meant to sound snide, but it fell incredibly flat. Still, you forged on. “Twenty-four hours and,” your eyes flicked to the clock, “seventeen minutes got you in here.” You looked back to him again. “Who knows who comes in after the next twenty-four?”

“No one,” he answered your rhetorical question.

“Disappointing.”

“You don’t get another twenty-four hours,” he said cooly as he finally let go of your hair. “I’ll come back when you’re ready to talk.”

You let your head drop forward once more, momentary relief after what he’d just done to you, although it was nothing compared to what his men had done in the hours leading up to his entrance. You squeezed your eyes shut, a conscious effort. You wanted to have the energy to make a comment of some kind, even if all it would do was land you in more pain. What was a little more at this point, anyway?

“How long?” you asked when you heard him pull the door open. A pause. Silence. So you continued. “If I don’t get twenty-four hours, how long do I get?”

The only answer you got was the sound of the door being pulled shut behind him.

[sheenashifts1217]

Hii!! I am Aurelia or just Aurie! I want to know about my relationship with Peter Parker (andrew garfield) from my marvel dr! Thank you in advance!!

Hiii! I’m a marvel shifter too, but I haven’t met Peter so this is exciting for me!!! :))))

Your Relationship with Peter Parker

Lyrics standing out:

“You could be trusted

Salt in the wound

Laughing right at me

The good times

You and I

Now we got bad blood

Mad love

Be fine

Scars from your knife

Did you think it all through

Just don’t

It’s so sad to think about the good times

You made a really deep cut

Bandaids don’t fix bullet holes

If you live like that, you live with ghosts (I’m seeing him sneaking in your room through the window?)

Blood runs bad

Look what you’ve done”

I know when you say this song, you probably got scared, but DONT. Peter has been hurt by a lot of people so he puts up walls, maybe you do too. He’s always seen you as a person out of his league. (Like maybe the “popular people” in school) He hasn’t trusted those people, but he trusts you. You both learn from each other. I feel like there was maybe a miscommunication at some point and it took a toll on you guys, but you worked through it and it made you stronger together. Maybe there was a prank played on one of you and you of him felt humiliated and like it was the others fault. You all talked it out. You remind Peter that he can’t keep his life secret forever because he is shutting himself off. You’re his rock and help him not become too consumed in being spiderman. He feels things very deeply which is why he tries to shut people out because he wants to protect them and himself. He also really likes when you “patch him up” after a mission.

Lyrics standing out:

“Supermoon, watch it dance in your eyes

Are we just two stars passing by

Wanting your summer skin pressed on mine

Hearts on fire

Walking on a wire

You blow my mind

Tell me anything you like, except for goodbye

What’s it like up there high in heaven

(I can see him swinging through the city with you in his arm)

Wanna know what your lovin tastes like”

You guys are in the “honeymoon phase”, and you will kind of always stay like that, even when you do argue. Most of your arguments are just over each other’s safety or well being. He’s a very caring s/o, but can be forgetful because he spreads himself too thin at times. You all go on cute dates a lot. He loves to treat you like a princess. He sometimes still can’t believe that you’re his. He never thought he would be with someone like you because of how amazing you are. You’re very patient and understanding with him, yet you hold him accountable and keep him in line. He’s whipped. He likes to make out on rooftops….A LOT. Also, I didn’t get this by shuffling, but the song “Kiss Me More”, by Doja Cat, is playing in my head. That may be a message for you.

He says that it must be fate for you all to be together.

Lyrics standing out:

“A million thoughts

Should I let my heart keep listening

It’s time

So hard to let go”

There are a few different things I’m getting from this song, even though it’s shorter than the others. Firstly, are you overthinking shifting? Don’t. You know you can do it. Just trust yourself and the time will come. Let go of material things and any fears holding you back. You will be fine.

Secondly, it’s giving Peter is scared of vulnerability and you’re scared of not doing enough. I feel like this needs to be a conversation between the two of you tbh. Peter has grown and learned to trust, but a part of him still worries about you seeing all of him because you are so amazing and he doesn’t want to scare you off. You worry that if you’re not constantly there for him, something will happen. You kind of feel like you have something to prove in order for him to want you. Know that you are enough and that you don’t have to “earn” love. It’s there, just take it. Peter will come around and open up more. You just have to stay persistent and keep inviting him.

He wants to say, “I love you so much. I’d be lost without you. Don’t let me go. I’m yours”. And I saw him kissing your hand. Aweeee

Overall, your relationship is full of love, but there needs to be more communication. You both feel very deeply for each other and you’re almost codependent, but you need to work on your shadow selves. Be honest with yourself and with him. He will only feel comfortable opening up if you do the same. So if you feel like you’re not doing enough, or even if you feel like you’re doing too much, tell him. He’s willing to listen. He treats you like a princess. You’re a queen in his eyes and you never won’t be. Remember your worth and that your cup has to be full before you can fill others.

I hope this was accurate and you liked it. I could feel the emotion Peter has for you. It’s very strong. Please give me feedback, my love.

🫶💗

[mylifemydiary]

Fractured.

7/16/23

Last Tuesday, I did the unimaginable.

I have never had to take a child to the emergency room. My oldest was there twice, neither time on my account. My mom and grandma are the ones who let him get hurt. Once, he fell and hit the corner of his eye and needed glue, another, he fell off the bed and needed stitches on the other corner of his eye. I met my grandma at the hospital for that one, he was 4 or 5 maybe, and I had to help hold him down. That was a nightmare. And my grandma had to go to work, so it was just me and him. My middle son has never had to go to the emergency room, largely due to the fact that I have kept him away from my mom and grandma, I think. For 2 years we were in Florida, and they are rarely if even ever allowed to watch him by themselves. Except for the odd hour here and there if I have a work thing or a dr appointment. Flash to last Tuesday. I knew I shouldn't go down the slide with the baby in my lap. My husband has sent me the warning video, I think when my middle son was small, and I knew better. But there I was at the park with my mom and grandma, and I was sliding my baby down the slide by holding him and sliding him down. It was tiring, he is heavy. My mom kept saying 'slide down with him, I'll hand him to you.' 'I still think you should slide down with him.' 'Why don't you get up there and I'll hand him to you.' Over and over. In that moment, I didn't remember the warning videos. I knew a child's shoe, the rubber part, could get stuck on the slide and that was bad, but my baby just had his little fat feet out. And I needed to shut my mother up. So up we went. And sure the fuck enough, my baby's foot got stuck between my thigh and the slide. And his bone fractured. It was the worst feeling in the world, knowing I caused it. And immediately I told her 'i told you it was a fucking bad idea.' I was livid with her, but also myself for listening to her and her stupid ideas. IF that was the one time it had ever happened, I wouldn't be so angry about it. But she is constantly 'you need to do this. ' or 'he needs this and that' or 'you're not doing this' and I FUCKING HATE IT. I have had 3 children, she has only had the one. And yet she is constantly trying to mother my kids and go against what I want. One of these days I am going to blow up at her and hurt her feelings. Why is it so hard for me to just say that to her face? When I say NO, I fucking mean NO. Had she left it alone that day I wouldn't have broken my baby.

To add salt in the wound, my husband completely blamed me and shut down that way on me. He was livid, and I get it, but it was a mistake and I felt so shitty about it already. Every mom I confided in told me an equally shitty story of something they did to their child and the mom guilt that followed, and most of them said to me 'youre a good mother, accidents happen' But the one person I wanted and needed to hear that from, my husband, my partner, my best friend, completely iced me out and left me to my guilt. I cried myself to sleep. I just wanted him to say it would be okay and I wasn't a terrible mom. I still haven't heard those words from him, but at least he is speaking to me.

Once when we were in Florida, he did something that caused the TV to fall on top of our son, after I had told him that would happen. Luckily our son was fine, but our one year old $500 TV was broken. I never bring that up or throw that in his face. Had our son been rushed to the emergency room, would I have iced him out? Or would I have been his shoulder to cry on and after telling him I TOLDYOU SO I would have been on his side. But that's not what happened.

[dumbledore-and-grindelwald]

I want to hear your fan-theories about Grindelwald’s surrender: Not about the fact itself, but about the context. 

I keep thinking of the possibilities...

-He realizes how far he's gone: I don't think this will be the case. Sure, he feels the weight of his actions when he has time to reflect in prison, but with the Global Wizarding War he had the bodies piling and the streets running with blood. If he was shaken by how far he'd gone as early as 1945, he'd probably have realised it before the duel and surrendered without him and Dumbledore having to fight in the first place. Instead, the small account we have of the duel mentions thay "those who witnessed it have written of the terror and the awe they felt as they watched these two extraordinary wizards to battle."

-He surrenders because he doesn't want to kill Albus: This is not beyond the realm of possibility. That said, Albus mentions that they were equally matched and that he might have even been a bit more skillful than Gellert. Then again, Gellert had emotional laverege. Albus mentions in DH that he was afraid of learning (through Gellert) the truth of Ariana's death, because he always dreaded that it might have been his own spell that killed her, and that Gellert knew what scared him. Speaking of that time, Albus explains that 'he never knew' which of them had cast the fatal curse. The fact that he didn't know then doesn't mean that he didn't learn by the end of the duel. I DO believe that the matter of Ariana’s death will be brought up then and that’s when we’ll get the full picture of what happened, but I just don’t see Gellert weaponizing whatever knowledge he has, simply because it’s one of the few things that have scarred Albus so profoundly that I think he couldn’t bear adding more salt to the wound. Overall, I just don’t believe that Gellert will win and then decide to throw the match. I just see him losing. After all, if he had won he could still have kept Albus alive, even if they still wouldn’t have been together.

-He surrenders because he loses and doesn’t want to die: This would make little sense as a motive. He would have no guarrantee that he would be pardoned even if Albus promised that he’d try. Making a run for it or fighting until the very end would be more practical choices than the alternative options (dying or spending the rest of his life in a cell.

-He surrenders because he wants to save Albus from suffering further trauma: This is the option that speaks more to me. Let’s imagine a scenario in which Gellert knew that he was losing and put ourselves in that position. He has committed warcrimes, and there is no ‘insuffucient evidence’ loophole. Chances are that the confederation would sentence him to death. Even if he thought that he might simply be imprisoned, I think that it wouldn’t have appealed to him. If he was fighting anyone other than Albus, I genuinely think that it would make sense for his character to fight until the end for the sake of his pride or to make a run for it, in which case he’d at lease have a small chance at survival and freedom. At worst, his opponent would kill him, which wouldn’t be worse than an actual execution. But this is not the worst, because he;s fighting Albus. Albus who does not want to kill, Albus who was defined by his opposition to violence. Albus who has already spent one third of his life tortured by the mere possibility of being responsible for the death of a loved one. Albus whose beliefs about murder where made clear to us later, when he planned for Snape to kill him so that a young boy’s soul wouldn’t ‘be ripped apart on [his] account’, I think that Gellert will surrender because, despite having better options, he doesn’t want to put Albus in the position of having to kill him. He’d rather surrender and have the justice system eat him up instead of making the one person he loves damage their soul irreperably. 

If he simply didn’t want to kill Albus, his decision would relate to love, but it’d also entail the ‘selfish’ aspect of choosing based on his own inability to live with such guilt; it would be with regard to his own soul. I prefer the idea of him surrendering for the sake of Albus’ own soul instead because this would mark his first entirely selfless act of love. Opening up to this feeling of selfleshness would also pave the way to the overall remorse he experiences later making more sense. 

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Starstruck- Louis Partridge x Reader

Hey! I had a request. that's actually an idea that you can use if you like it :) ok so it can be a louispxreader and the reader is a singer. they meet in a Ceremony and they become friends and maybe after a while they fall for each other and confess? you can change it however you want it. thanks <3

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 2943

Warning: Just lots of fluff

Taglist: @girlincrimson

A/n: Sorry for not getting to you sooner. I am going to try to get out imagines and request as best I can this week. I am booked with work all week this week. Also requests are open.

I changed a little bit of it, but most of it is still the same as you requested.

P.s The songs that I will be using are not mine, they belong with the talented writers and their respectful owners.

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Your POV

I was in my dressing room waiting to be called to go on stage when I got a notification from instagram. I saw that the actor Louis Partridge followed me. I decided to do some stalking and found some really interesting photos and pictures of him. While I was looking at this one photo of him getting his makeup done I accidentally liked the photo. I then immediately started panicking, because I didn't mean to like it. Before I could do anything about it, I was called to go on stage.

I grabbed my guitar and slowly made my way up to the front of the stage. I could feel the excited energy rising off the fans that came to the show tonight. I felt a smirk form on my face when the lights came on. I heard all the fans start screaming, which made me let out a little giggle into the microphone.

“ How is everyone doing tonight!” I shouted into the mic

I laughed at how everyone was screaming again. I decided to start off with my most popular song right now. I started playing the chords to my song ‘ Good 4 you’

“ Ah. Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily. You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks. Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world? (Ah-ah-ah-ah)”

I then made the crowd sing along with me.

“ Well, good for you. You look happy and healthy. Not me. If you ever cared to ask.”

I let the crowd scream the lyrics while I continued to play the guitar. I then grabbed the microphone and screamed..

“ Well, good for you, I guess you’re gettin’ everything you want. (Ah) You brought a new car and your career’s really takin’ off (Ah) It’s like we never even happened.”

While singing, I walked up the front and held the microphone close to them and let them scream the lyrics.

I then jumped in with them.

“ Person who ever got you? Well, screw that and screw you. You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do.”

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Louis POV

I was on the set of Enola Holmes when my phone buzzed indicating that I got a notification. I pulled it out to find the most famous singer I was in love with and liked one of my photos. I was just staring at my screen when my phone got snached out of my hand.

“ Ooh, what’s got you blushing like that? It looks like you turned into a very red tomato.” I heard Millie speak

I watched her face change from teasing to super shocked. I still felt shocked.

“ What! How?” She spits out

I shrugged my shoulders in response. Millie then gave me a playful glare. “ What do you mean you don’t know?”

I gave Millie a look of confusion. “ Millie, I just don’t know how she found my account. I mean I follow her but I don’t think she would ever follow me.”

She just nodded her head and handed my phone back. I then slid it into my pocket before we had to go back to our scene together.

Your POV

I was getting closer to the end of my new song so I went back to my microphone stand and put the mic back in its place before lowering my voice.

“ Maybe I’m too emotional, But your apathy’s like a wound in salt. Maybe I’m too emotional, or maybe you never cared at all. Maybe I’m too emotional, Your apathy is like a wound in salt.” I started leaning into my microphone and started getting my voice ready to shout soon. “ Maybe I’m too emotional, or maybe you never cared at all.” I then let the crowd sing the chorus until I shouted into the mic “ LIKE A DAMN SOCIOPATH!” I heard the crowd scream loud when I did that so I let out a giggle before continuing my song.

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I was now sitting down on my stool that one of my band mates brought over for me. I was strumming my acoustic guitar on my lap to my next song while talking to my fans.

“ How is everyone doing tonight?”

I got back a bunch of screams and I even heard some responses back which made me smile. “ Alright guys the show is wrapping up soon-” Before I could continue I heard the crowd “ Aww” in response. “ You guys are funny, but I have had such an amazing time hanging out and singing for you guys. I just want to let you know I have about two more songs for you guys. So the first song I want to play for you guys is ‘ Happier’ and then the last and final song of the night is going to be' ‘Good Boy’’.”

I gave the crowd a smile before going back to playing the chords to my song ‘ Happier’

I got closer to the mic and sang the first words…

“ We broke up a month ago.Your friends are mine, you know I know. You’ve moved on, found someone new. One more girl who brings out the better in you. And I thought my heart was detached. From all the sunlight of our past. But she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty, Does she mean you forgot about me?”

I then stop singing for a little while with a small frown on my face before looking up to find the crowd with their phone lights out. I gave a small smile before going back to a frown. I then sang..

“ Oh, I hope you’re happy, But not like how you were with me. I’m selfish, I know, I can’t let you go. So find someone great, but don’t be happier.”

I then pointed for the crowd to take over the singing for a little bit while I played the chords.

Louis POV Millie and I just finished our last scene of the movie so we had to change out of our outfits and head to the place where we were meeting the rest of the cast and crew members for a one last dinner event.

I was the last to arrive as per usual, so we all laughed it off before having a great time with each other before heading off in different directions.

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Once I was back to my house I fell into my bed and layed there for quite some time. I got interrupted with a text message, so I grabbed my phone and said Millie sent me a link to something. Without thinking I clicked on it and saw that it was a video of Y/n singing one of her popular songs. I smiled while watching it due to my huge crush on her, if I ever met her in real life I probably would pass out in front of her.

Your POV

After I sang my last line of my last song I yelled into the mic…

“ I LOVE YOU LONDON! SEE YOU REAL SOON AGAIN!”

I then ran off stage and headed to my dressing room to pack my things to then get on my toru bus that will take me to my hotel that I was staying at. While I was sitting on the bus I decided to post a couple of my pictures I took and put them on my instagram page. After I did that I then decided to stalk that actor I saw on my feed.

‘Time Jump’

It was one of the most important days of my life because I was nominated for an award at the Grammys. So I was with my make up team and someone was helping me with my outfit also. It was a simple but fashionable dress with some simple black high heel shoes.

Third Person POV

Louis was heading to the Grammy’s because of his new movie getting picked for one of the categories, but Y/n also got a nomination for Top artist, and album of the year. The both of them were so close to seeing each other in real life and they didn’t expect each other to be so starstruck.

Louis’s POV

I was walking around the red carpet with Millie when she got asked to do an interview so I stood back and waited for her to be done. While I was waiting I heard a familiar laugh being heard only a couple of feet ahead of me. I then snapped my head into the direction to find the one and only Y/n Y/l/n laughing with the person interviewing her. It took me a little while to process everything that was going around me because I could only see her in the room. I felt my heart start beating faster and felt my hands start shaking a little bit.

Millie’s POV

I was finally done with my interview when I saw Louis staring at something so I followed his eyes and saw him staring at Y/n. I felt a smirk form on my lips and pulled him over to her with all the strength I had in me.  I heard him telling me to stop but I didn’t listen since I waited to meet her too.

Your POV

I was talking to someone when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder which made me turn my head. I saw a teenage girl and a teenage boy behind me, so I smiled before giving them my attention.

“ Hi, I’m Millie Bobby Brown and this is my friend Louis Partridge.”  she said

“ Hi, Are you guys fans? Also, are you guys by any chance actors in this movie called Enola Holmes?” I questioned

Millie looked at me shocked and nodded her head. I gave her a smile before holding my arms out to give her a hug. I felt her wrap her arms around me. “ I am such a big fan of your music and I could say the same for him back there too.”

I let out a giggle before releasing her and looked behind her to find Louis just staring. I walked over to him and gently put my hand on his shoulder which made him jump. I raised an eyebrow “ Are you good?” He then just gave me a nod. I turned my head due to hearing Millie speak.

“ He was just in shock. He's in love with you.”

Louis’s POV

I felt my face getting hotter by the minute and glared at Millie. She gave me an innocent look and smirked before walking off and leaving me with Y/n. I saw her turn around and smile at me.

“ So in love with me.” She teased

I gave out a chuckle before scratching the back of my neck and looking back at her. I was about to answer her but someone told us to head to the seats to hear the winners. I watched her walk away and smiled before heading to my seat next to Millie.

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Once the awards were over I decided to search for Y/n before leaving to head back to my hotel room. I saw her getting hugs from people so I stood back.

Your POV

I smiled at everyone and turned due to feeling eyes on me. I saw Louis and smiled at him. I walked over to him and gave him a hug and whispered. “ Congrats on your award.” I felt his breath on the side of my neck and heard him doing the same to me. I then pulled back due to hearing my name and slipped a piece of paper to him before kissing the side of his cheek.

Third Person POV

Louis stood there with a shocked expression again. He then looked down at the piece of paper to find her number and a message that said ‘ call me’. He then felt himself smile before heading back to his hotel to rest up.

‘Time Jump’

Y/n was chilling in her apartment writing a song when she heard her phone ring. She picked it up to find an unknown number, but just answered it hoping it would be Louis.

“ Hello?” she said with caution

“ Hi” she heard him say

Which made her let out a little giggle. “ I thought you would never call me.” she responded with. Louis chuckled on the other end. “ Yea, sorry about that. I was a little scared to call you.” Before he could say anything else he heard giggles coming from the other end of the line.

“ Why Louis?” Louis thought hard about what his next response was going to be because he didn’t want to straight up say because we were meant to be together or I was just scared of rejection. Louis finally decided to just ask..

“ Y/n.” he took a pause “ I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me?”

Your POV

I let out a gasp when I heard those words and started nodding but forgetting he couldn't see me so I said..

“ Ofcourse, I will go out with you, Louis.”

Then we just chatted about our days for the rest of the day.

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The day my date with Louis came so quickly then I could have blinked and I was not prepared. I ran all over my house looking for things to finish off my outfit before it was time to go.

I heard a knock on my door indicating that he was here so I slipped on my heels and carefully made my way to the door. Once I opened it I was met with those hazel eyes that I fell in love with.

“ Wow, you look stunning.” he said

I felt myself start blushing. I then took in his look and stated that… “ Well you look really handsome.”

He then held his hand out for me to take. “ My lady,” he said in his accent, which made me let out a small giggle.

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We were coming up to the end of the date already. He took me to this beautiful restaurant where we are now sharing a piece of cake. I saw him staring at me so I questioned him.

“ What?”

He let out a soft chuckle. “ Nothing, you're just really beautiful looking under this light.”

I felt myself start to blush which made me look down. Before I knew it I felt two fingers lift it back up. “ Don’t look down, you're gorgeous when you get all flustered.” That only made me blush harder. “ Stop.” I said giggling which made him chuckle.

Before I knew it we were back in his car driving back to my place. I was looking out the window when I felt him put his hand on my leg, which sent chills all over my body. I then put my hand on top of his and intertwined our fingers together. I smiled at the thought of us going on more dates.

Louis’s POV

I pulled into her driveway and parked my car. I turned to face her when I saw her already looking at me. I then released her hand and got out of the car to go to her side and open it for her. I walked her to her door where we both stood there for a little while. I then took a risk and leaned forward. I could feel her breath on me, I then closed the gap between us. I could feel her smile into the kiss before I felt her wrap her arms around the back of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her in to me more. She pulled away but kept her forehead against mine.

“ I really like you Louis.” She whispered against my lips

I smiled and said, “ I really like you too Y/n.”

I then leaned in again to give her another goodnight kiss before heading off. I walked over to my car and got in, I then waved at her with a smile on my face and pulled out of the driveway.

Third Person POV

Y/n watched Louis drive off into the distance. She felt a smile creep on her face before heading inside to dream about her date with him. Louis felt the same as her. He felt all giddy inside and he could help but smile at the thought of her. He was already planning the next date for them to go on together.

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Man this is long, but it was worth it because I got major butterflies from writing this for you. I hope you enjoy and if you would like more Louis then comment and I definitely write more of him.

-Samantha

[astrojoy]

Astrovations #2

DISCLAIMER

● Please remember that everything matters. Thus, planets aspecting definitely play a role on how certain things play out in life

● Debilitations upon planets happen! (Definitely know this upon personal experience and my mothers chart)

ALSO THERE'S NO YELLOW FOR JYUSHIMATSU SO IT'S ORANGE

Anime - Mr. Osomatsu

🍊 Whatever sign your 11th is in is probably the zodiac your attracted to talk to most

🍊 Virgo in the 2nd - could be picky with food

🍊 Aries/Mars 6th house can be fitness gurus. Edit: my friend has this and is sporty, please take this lightly as not all with this aspect for sure won't be 😩

🍊 Aries/Mars 6th house heal quite fast when it comes to physical wounds or illnesses

🍊 Scorpio 2nd house is secretive about their financial matters (even if they have a lot of money, they just don't care as much to show off)

🍊 12th house sign can show who you're subconsciously attracted to. I've seen this discussed here and wanted to confirm it. I've seen this with 3 different peeps bruh

🍊 Fire signs do amazing in the 2nd house unless there's malefic planets or harsh aspects towards it

🍊 Whatever element your moon or 12th house is, probably soothes you and is calming

Earth - Nature, animals

Fire - lanterns, bonfires

Air - Wind, clouds

Water - fountains, beach tides

🍊 Cancer moons/Pisces Mars can cry when they argue or feel guilty a little while afterwards. And if the other person argueing makes fun of them for crying (like calling them "weak/a cry baby"), they get angrier even more

🍊 Whatever your sun element is, is your bending power in Avatar 😃 (this was for fun 😄) the Sun because it is the brightest planet in the chart, and the most massive. It is the chart crushed into one, and hidden inside are the other planets/signs )

🍊 Sagittarius, Scorpio, Capricorn and Gemini, I'd say are the more reserved of their elements (This is just from what I've seen and heard peoples thoughts on how they act 🧐) but def know when I have encountered some at school 😭

🍊 I've noticed water dominants/risings more commonly have a cooler skin tone

(Also genes take into account so take this with a grain of salt 😌)

🍊 Taurus aspects are some of the most chill and down to earth signs I've seen

🍊 Air in the big 3/dominants probably enjoy the sound of a fan on when they're trying to go to sleep

🍊 Pisces + Aquarius mix make some really quirky and funny people 😆 I love them to death 🤍

🍊 Gemini placements can sometimes contradict themselves (my older brother 👁👁🗡)

🍊 Leo 11th house/3rd house are very social and and/or class clowns

🍊 What color I instantly think of when I hear your zodiac sign by default - haha sorry 💖

Aries - Red

Taurus - Orange

Gemini - Green

Cancer - Silver

Leo - Orange

Virgo - Light Green

Libra - Light Pink

Scorpio - Black

Saggitarius - Red

Capricorn - Light Green

Aquarius - Baby Blue

Pisces - Blue

🍊 5th/6th house Mars can make someone into sports

🍊 7th house Rahu/North node for some could get in a relationship for half a year or more and suddenly one day not feel anything for the other person (this is due to the fact that Rahu/North node keeps wanting more, it's a hungry placement, and is never satifsied when everything gets slowed down) Rahu/North node in this position eventually calms down at some point and can get married

🍊 In Verdic Astrology having Jupiter conjunct Rahu/North node is a blessing. This is because Rahu is always hungry, and if it's in a house like, lets say 2nd, then it wants spend spend spend, and with jupiter there it can help tame rahu a bit. Since Jupiter is a guru and teacher, it is more mature. The only downside to this placement is that since Jupiter is the planet of gains/luck/philosophy, it diminishes the effects. Since its with Rahu, trying to tame it, it's effects are lessened.

🍊 I've seen Moon/Cancer in the 10th sometimes have a family owned business (Cancer = 4th of home and family) (Moon = mother)

🍊 Lilith conjunct asteroid Groom could make your partner more prone to jealousy. Or give off lilith qualities

🍊 Air Mercury/Air dominants can talk really fast and might jumble their words (especially jumbled words if their communication aspects are in harsh environments/aspects)

Ex: for me I talk really fast but chiron in 3rd and Mercury in 12th, I think faster than I speak so I hop over my words sometimes, especially with my air sun beside my mercury 😭🤣💀

Have an amazing day ! 💙

Now 😡

Or I will take away your birthchart 😃

[kaptainkoalaoshiz]

I get why people dislike Jacob for what he did but let’s not bash him for what happened afterward. This wasn’t something he had planned, there was no way in hell he could have predicted there would be werewolves running amock around Camp. Was it a dick move to sabotage the car so they would be ‘trapped one more night’ and he could have ‘one more chance with Emma’? Yeah, kinda. But also, depending on what we choose (the fuel line or the rotary arm), it tells that, for the later, he would have put it back so everyone could leave and, for the first? I don’t think he expected fire. Going back to him asking Kaythlin what to do to put an engine down, it’s clear he doesn’t know much about cars. He couldn’t have imagined it would make the whole engine burst into flames. Now, getting back to him and Emma, we actually don’t know how much they talked about breaking up. Yeah, we get that there’s the whole “long-distance romance” Emma didn’t want to try and be commited to since she seems like a rather physical love/presence type of person but also we don’t know how much they talked about their break-up. We’ve seen how awkward and hopeful (and clingy, yes) Jacob was with Emma but we’ve also seen Emma push& pulling him all night long! One moment she’s like “we’re nothing” and the next she makes him think he still have a chance! Also, there couldn’t have had much time for them to talk, prior to that, with packing up camp. There are kids running around and losing stuff, there’s a to-do list of things to check to close camp for fall/winter, there’s just no time to hold a proper conversation, especially a break up conversation. Hell, she might have push&pulled him all day, we don’t know! Jacob is a hopeful romantic and has low self-esteem and Emma, while in her rights to want to stop being with him and hold him accountable for his maladvised clinginess, isn’t helping! She see him cry, call him names and then asks him to join her for skinny dipping?! While mocking him for being upset she kissed Nick? (the “you can stand here, sulking, driving yourself crazy imagining Nick’s tongue in my mouth” who the fuck say that like that?! She’s literally putting salt in the wounds!)

Listen. I like Emma, she’s the ‘confident because I have to even if it means I have to be a bitch about some things’ and I respect that. But I can’t accept how she treated Jacob and how people are absolutely jumping on the “Emma was right, Jacob is horrible (for trying to get back with her when she says no, and because he trapped them here)” bandwagon.

He’s miserable, he’s guilty he either 1)lost the rotary arm in the lake (if he goes to save Abi) or 2)burned the engine of their only vehicule. He’s not a “poor little mew mew” but dang, he doesn’t deserve the heat he gets from the fandom.

[destieldailynews]

John’s Journal, Indian Missions and the Lesbian Nuns

January 16th, 2021

By @lateral-org​

Our staff had a lot of conversations about how to frame this topic. None of us are Native American so we wanted to make sure we didn’t spread any misinformation while still using our platform. Our compromise was to try to speak using sources for information rather than personal opinions.

TL:DR

It is our responsibility to educate ourselves on Native American history. Even moreso as Supernatural fans, since so much of the show’s mythology is derived from Native American beliefs. Native Americans are still forced to live under oppressive laws constructed by the people responsible for the deaths of millions of their forefathers. Raising awareness is the first step to combatting this injustice. Links to more resources and places to donate are at the end of this post. 

We’ve gotten a few confused asks about how this post relates to John’s Journal entry. In the post it makes some remarks connecting the journal entry to children being tortured. The aim of this article is to provide the missing context linking the two together and why it matters. 

Here’s the quote from John’s Journal:

January 24: Dean turns seventeen today. We went shooting. Then I sent him out on his first hunt. I’ve let him take the lead before, but I’ve always been there to back him up. This time he’s on his own. Partly it’s a test, and partly I wanted some time with Sammy. Should be no problem for Dean. Ghosts of two nuns haunting St. Stephen’s Indian Mission in Riverton, Wyoming. Simple salt-and-burn mission. Nuns in love with each other, then discovered. Killed themselves. We scoped the situation out, figured that something must be left behind that’s now a focus for the haunting. Bible, rosary beads, some small article that’s hidden somewhere in their room. I figured Dean would take care of it no problem, but I still stayed close by with Sammy... [Sam wants a normal life] … Dean took care of the nuns just like I thought he would, but I don’t think I’m going to be sending him on any more solos soon. That one was a little tense.

And that’s all she wrote. So why does this matter? It doesn’t talk about killing kids, just about lesbian nuns who were part of an indian mission. What’s the problem? Well, let’s start with the basics. 

What is an Indian mission?

Basically, an Indian mission is a reeducation camp for Native Americans. 

From an article published on History.com about indian missions in California:

The main goal of the California missions was to convert Native Americans into devoted Christians and Spanish citizens.

Spain used mission work to influence the natives with cultural and religious instruction.

Another motivation for the missions was to ensure that rival countries, such as Russia and Great Britain, didn’t try to occupy the California region first.

Why is that so bad? 

Indian missions contributed to the loss of hundreds of thousands of Native American lives. 

From the same article:

The mission era influenced culture, religion, architecture, art, language and economy in the region.

But, the missions also impacted California Indian cultures in negative ways. Europeans forced the natives to change their civilization to match the modern world. In the process, local traditions, cultures and customs were lost.

Some critics have charged that the Spanish mission system forced Native Americans into slavery and prostitution, comparing the missions to “concentration camps.”

Additionally, Spanish missionaries brought diseases with them that killed untold thousands of natives.

Prior to the California missions, there were about 300,000 Native Californians. By 1834, scholars believe there were only about 20,000 remaining.

Now back to the post that spawned this question: 

When OP (@fettcockfriday) says, 

spend some time thinking about why you latched onto “lesbian nuns” over “children being tortured and murdered.” did you not know what an indian mission was? did you think it was less interesting, or less important? sit with that for a while. 

To someone who doesn’t know the history of Indian Missions and wasn’t paying close attention to the journal entry, this feels like it's coming out of nowhere. With context, though, you can understand where this comes from. 

In the journal entry, the Indian mission only has the weight of any other convent nuns could reside in. This is a problem rooted in the american habit of erasing the ugly parts of its history. I highly doubt that Alex Irvine thought twice about the relevance of indian missions when he wrote that into the diary entry, which is the problem. 

From IllumiNative: 

American students learn some of the most damaging misconceptions and biases toward Native Americans in grades K-12. In fact, 87 percent of history books in the U.S. portray Native Americans as a population existing before 1900, according to a 2014 study on academic standards. For many Americans, we no longer exist.

With minimal mention of contemporary issues and ongoing conflicts over land and water rights or tribal sovereignty, Native Americans have become invisible and it can be argued that it makes it easier for non-Natives to take the lead on creating their own narratives about us. Our invisibility makes it easier to create and support racist mascots or over sexualize caricatures of Native women in everything from fashion to Halloween costumes.

For the well-being of Native peoples and future generations, these false narratives, the invisibility and erasure of Native peoples must end.

Native Americans are still disenfranchised, suffering under oppressive laws constructed by the people responsible for the deaths of millions of their forefathers. Attempts to reeducate native children are still happening to this day. The only way to move forward is to face the past and listen to the voices who have been kept quiet for so long. 

Resources:

Links for educating yourself:

The Traumatic Legacy of Indian Boarding Schools-The Atlantic

The Erasure Of Native America

History of Residential Schools- Indigenous People’s Atlas of Canada

We Were All Wounded at Wounded Knee-TikTok

How this affects white Americans: 

Whose Land Are You On?

Did You Know... All These States Have Native Names!

UNIST'OT'EN | Background of the Campaign

Thanksgiving - Tumblr

Knowledge Center- First Nations 

Ways to Donate:

#settlersaturday, gofundmes for native people

Ways to Give- First Nations

Support Us - Native American Rights Fund

Support the Wet'suwet'en Hereditary Chiefs!

17 Organizations Providing Emergency Food Relief to Native Communities During COVID-19

Support Native American businesses: 

Birch Bark Coffee Company

Indigenous Cosmetics

Red Planet Books and Comics - Unleash Your Indigenous Imagination

Orenda Tribe Clothing

20+ Native American-Owned Businesses to Shop

Please tag, submit, or link any other accounts or resources related to this topic to us @destieldailynews​, we will reblog as much as we can.

[eyrieofsynapses]

Alright, YJ peeps, listen up, because I’m sick and tired of seeing constant criticism lobbed at YJ for making Wally slower than his comic canon version, Barry and Bart. There’s a very good reason to do this—and it’s completely in Wally’s favor.

Let me preface this by saying that I sincerely love Wally’s comics. I am one hundred percent on board that Wally deserves to be recognized for the badass he is. His 90s comics established the most important elements of the Flash today. We wouldn’t have the Speedforce if it weren’t for him! It’s been defining the Flash for decades! He gets the short stick over and over. It only rubs salt in the wound that people believe Barry’s faster when it’s been stated repeatedly that Wally’s the fastest person in the DC universe. (There are few faster ways to piss me off than to say Barry’s a better Flash than Wally.) 

But. But. YJ was incredibly clever when they made him slower. Why? Wally has to be more creative than Barry because he’s slower, showing his intelligence and building him up to be a better Flash. Don’t believe me? Take a close look at Bloodlines.

Barry and Impulse figure out how to foil Neutron’s first blast of energy on their own. But it’s Wally who figures out that Neutron’s about to release an even more deadly wave with the help of his goggles, which Barry immediately borrows. Wally hand-made his goggles to compensate for his lack of speed. He wouldn’t have had them if he were as fast as the other two. Nobody would’ve realized how much danger they were in, and everyone would have died.

While comic!Wally is definitely smart, he’s so powerful that as the Flash, he can often solve problems just with sheer power. He doesn’t have to be super clever about it most of the time. In YJ, this is true of both Barry and Bart. They can be clever, but they’re heavily reliant on their powers. YJ!Wally has to compensate for lack of power with intelligence. He diversifies his skillset, using a mixture of science, strategy, and superpowers to solve problems instead of relying on sheer force.

Wally isn’t just slower; he also can’t control his momentum. Barry and Bart can dissipate kinetic energy at will, while he has to find ways to get rid of it. But he turns it to his advantage. 

Pay attention to how he fights. You’ll notice he often cannonballs into people and uses acrobatics instead of flat-out running. He can’t bombard someone with a rain of blows the same way, so he dodges and avoids close combat.

There’s a lot more to that, but in a nutshell: Wally’s fighting style is significantly more complex than Barry’s. I’m not saying Barry never uses those skills, but I can’t remember any time we saw him do it. Wally learned to do that on his own, and he figured out how to incorporate other people’s fighting styles into his repertoire. Remember the acrobatics? Who wants to bet he picked that up from Dick?

Which brings me to my next point: Wally works better with the Team not just because he grew up with them, but because he has to cooperate with others to make the best of his skills. Wally can’t just blaze through things. He has to conserve his energy and make the best of his speed. In the Team, they have to piece together where he’ll be the most effective. It forces him to stop and consider what he’s doing and how it’ll impact the overall picture, taming his impulsive behavior.

Think about his attitude in the pilot. He races on ahead, alerting the enemy to their presence and nearly getting himself killed. Over the course of the season, he learns stealth and patience, which we see repeatedly demonstrated in the last few episodes.

Back to Bloodlines for a moment. When Wally, Barry, and Bart initially show up to the disaster scene, Barry runs headlong into the danger. Bart follows him. Wally, however, stops to talk to the police captain and gather information about the situation. Barry and Bart join them afterward. They proceed to speed-talk at each other, coming up with a plan… and then instead of explaining it to Wally, they just tell him to follow their lead.

Barry and Bart were impulsive while he stopped to think. Wally was a better team player: the other two didn’t include him in their planning, thus missing crucial details and potentially putting him in danger.

Their plan works in the short-term. But when they think they’ve solved it, Wally takes a second look, analyzing the situation and double-checking that they’re finished. If they stopped ahead of time and took a moment to consider what was happening, they might’ve noticed the energy problem sooner and come up with a better solution.

Worst of all, Barry rushes in again to pull Neutron out the second time. He only survives because of Bart. Yes, it’s because they’re short on time, but again: this might’ve been prevented sooner if they thought things through.

What does it say that Wally patiently paid attention to detail and was more thoughtful than his experienced mentor?

Yes, some of this is stuff he might have learned with advanced speed. But would he really have to be so thoughtful about how he uses his abilities? Not likely. 

Nor would he have incorporated science and gear into his skillset. Among other things, he knows how to make an EMP and recognizes where to apply it in Homefront. Dick’s their tech whiz, but Wally comes up with technological and scientific solutions that he can’t.

But Wally doesn’t only use science and technology in ways his uncle and cousin can’t or won’t. He thinks differently about problems. 

In Bloodlines, Barry and Bart assume the coast is clear after they take down Neutron the first time. They only consider things within the vast range of their powers, assuming that covers everything. Wally thinks about what they can’t see. He’s more limited, so he’s learned to take every piece of a situation into account.

Basically: Wally is much more flexible than his faster counterparts. He adapts far better to adverse situations because he’s forced to make small-scale accommodations on a daily basis. Because of that, he’s able to come up with better solutions, work better in a team, and solve problems without his powers.

And may I remind all of you: YJ Wally GAVE HIMSELF HIS POWERS, but his comic version got them without effort! The Speedforce bestowed them on him without his involvement! 

People, YJ!Wally is a goddamn genius prodigy. We forget it sometimes because of his early-on immaturity and his jokes, but seriously, Wally’s far and away one of the smartest people in the YJ universe. YJ Wally is a distinctively unique Flash character because of his wit and intelligence!

But guess what? Guess what the real cherry on top is? If they bring Wally back in the fourth season at a full speed, he’ll be the fastest and the wisest Flash. He’ll know how to apply his new powers in ways that the others would never think of. Because he’s spent so much time applying science to his abilities, he’ll know how to use his new powers in sync with it, whereas Bart and Barry won’t think on those levels. 

Best of all, Wally’s the best team player. He’ll be incredible with both the original Team and anyone else he has to work with. 

Think about it. A full-speed Flash with Wally’s technological brilliance, intelligence, observance, and teamwork skills? He’ll be unstoppable.

So please shut up about how YJ did Wally dirty. It’s a thousand times more interesting to watch him work out how to solve a problem rather than just solve it in a snap with his powers. If anything, YJ improved his character and made him better.

[scarlett-vixen]

Believe me when I say I’m here asf for MC holding a grudge/not hating the brothers for getting over Chapter 16’s incident, not even taking into account the trauma, pain, terror, and betrayal of what happened to MC so fast however, let’s add something not many people have placed in stories like these before. 🌚

MC hates/doesn’t forgive Lilith either. Keep in mind she’s the reason MC is in the Devildom suffering in the first place, begging them to play the Saint middle man of her demon brothers who y’know became the way they are all because of her choice to save a dying man after she knowingly broke the rules of the celestial realms and because her brothers refused to accept her punishment; she was the catalyst of their fall and change, let’s also not forget the cherry on top on how much they’re compared to her despite being your own person, AND how she keeps wanting them to help/tend to her brothers like some fucking nanny because her stupid ass is dead but capable of wanting favors from MC. She’s a terrible Ancestor to use her descendant’s kindness like that only for them to be killed/almost killed a few times by demons they shouldn’t have even met.

Since Lilith can oh so talk with MC at times, MC should be able to have a moment to communicate with Lilith, full blown calling her out for her actions, how she’s the reason her brothers became the way they are, that it’s not their job or desire to be in the Devildom w/o their consent, how much they hate her for everything she’s done, how they would’ve rather she accepted her lover’s fate so the bros wouldn’t have became demons, etc. Let’s be real, no one can ask to be born (and let’s say MC hates their family and wants nothing to do with them, so the whole talk about fixing the Bros, helping them love each other kumbaya is rubbing salt in the wound to MC who cannot relate and has no idea what a loving, decent family is like).

Sorry if I made this so long I just want to see if other people wouldn’t mind exploring that Lilith ain’t innocent in all of this and she also tries to keep you by her brothers’ side despite everything they put you through. She’s just using MC to put her selfish soul at ease and they are not having that.

Imagine their convos like:

Lilith: I know my brothers are different and may have put you’re life at risk/killed you but please take care of them-

MC: If you weren’t dead, I’d kill you my damn self. I’m not here to fulfill some sappy bucket list for you. If you have time to buzz in my ear like a damn mosquito, then take care of this shit yourself; I’m not your fucking vessel for you to beg and use.*was serious and had a blank expression*

Lilith: I understand your anger but-

MC: YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND MY ANGER!!!! *had an inhuman amount of hatred and rage in their eyes before speaking calmly* If you did, you wouldn’t be making me forgive them.

First: I'm SO sorry it took me so long to answer this! I've spent most of the day trying to wrap up the fic and then my computer did a two hour update.🤦🏼‍♀️

Second: I completely agree! Lilith is by no means innocent in all this, if she can speak to us like she did during chapter 16 then why can't she scream at her dumbass brothers to stop trying to murder the human?? I've always felt weird about how hard they try to compare MC to Lilith at first (I say first, it may continue but I'm only at lesson 33) they are not the same person. In fact they are extremely distant relatives so personality, looks, and upbringing are probably ALL different. I've always wanted MC to violently shake one of the brothers and just "I'M NOT YOUR DEAD SISTER STOP ACTING LIKE IT" I did explore a little bit of that in the fic because of that reason.

I, for one, don't really speak to my family and we've always been distant because of one dumb reason or another so I related a lot to Beel in the early chapters when he's talking about wanting his family whole again. It reminded me a lot of being little and suddenly losing contact with my grandfather who I loved, so I was more understanding/ willing to help "patch things up" but I also see how a lot of people could be like "that's rough buddy, but it aint my problem" Also never apologize for a long ask, I get overly excited when I see a new ask because I love hearing other peoples takes on different parts of the game!