#like you care about this as well? you want to put in time and effort collectively? unheard of
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SKILL ISSUE. LOOK. WE CAN FIX THIS
The solution is to remember what is and what is not within your control. I tortured myself with this for years because hearing [well i can't do anything about it] made me want to howl in despair even more. I thought that by giving up caring I'd be giving up my drive/duty to fix things. Doesn't being catastrophically worried mean I care? I used to have a partner who smoked and i worried myself into panic attacks over the possible risks of that. and now I see that the problem was. thinking that my lack of power there was a moral failing on my part. like. it wasn't. I had it backwards. My âcaringâ wasn't making me a better or worse person. All it did was make me feel certain emotions, from simmering anxiety to righteous fury - but feeling emotions/being aware isn't the same as changing the actual situation in real life. They're completely different dimensions of reality.
I think what we can do here gently untangle the following:
emotions (they're valid. if you're "catastrophically worried and miserably horrified then that sounds horrible and sucks. OP said they miss being regular sad - I miss that for them too, it really sounds overwhelming. The post is light-hearted but the emotions in it are very real and it would be okay to really let yourself feel this despair without trivialising it. At the same time, let's wait before letting our emotions dictate our actions.)
worries (OP is upset about something. What about? Something they value must be threatened. What is it? Climate, human rights? It's good to have values. It's good to care about something. It fucking sucks that it's facing problems, but for now, let's appreciate that this person cares about something instead of being consumed by apathy. Let's put a pin in that.)
actions (It's not that you can't single-handedly fix climate change - stoic texts say we actually can't control anything in this world but ourselves, hell, we can't control our own bodies and thoughts half the time. most of the time, maybe. Look at that post - "I miss being regular sad". Well, who's in charge of your head? You are. You can be regular sad about the world. It's easier said than done, but it can be done.)
We can let go of worrying about the things beyond our control - not to let ourselves off the hook, but because it makes sense in our material reality. What we can do instead is 1. feel that terror (MANDATORY STEP. DON'T DISMISS YOURSELF), 2. find out where it's coming from, 3. redirect our efforts. That's all we can do, and that's all we need to do. Is it the perfect solution? No. But that's exactly the point. Perfection is beyond our control. This isn't.
#sorry for being annoying i just have Thoughts on this#source: stoicism#it's about... accepting reality.#BUT#the key thing is that [acceptance] doesn't mean [acceptance].#it's not [okay whatever it is what it is]; it's actually [what i'm perceiving is not something i can change right now]. that's it#keep perceiving that shit and keep being upset about it if that's what it does to you. but don't give up on your character and your energy.#the world needs them now... i would say [more than ever] but that's not true. the world has always been fucking horrible#AND THAT'S EXACTLY WHY WE HAVE TO KEEP FIGHTING
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Found-Family headcanons for aÂł's coven of chaos, part 1: (because they all deserved more time with each other)
(part 2, here.)
(part 3, here.)
Agatha learned spanish for Rio, obviouslyâand spices up her dialogue with Spanish phrases out of habit. I assume she also knows other languages, being alive for as long as she has.
But I'd also like to think that language-learning gradually becomes something they all surprise each other with. And this is definitely super self-indulgent, because I'm always ecstatic when my native English-speaker friends are interested in learning my language.
For example, I definitely think Billy would ask Alice to teach him koreanâand she'd be really excited for that. Not to mention, I feel like Billy just has the vibe of someone who'd be interested in learning different languages. (and korean in particular I think he'd definitely find interesting.)
I also definitely think Jen would try learning Sicilian for Lilia, considering the effort she makes to understand her and keep her comfortable towards the end. Lilia would be so moved, because she probably hasn't spoken to anyone in her mother-tongue in centuries. Like, it's literally considered an endanged language. (âCurrently considered a âvulnerableâ language by UNESCO, Sicilian faces increasing pressure from standard Italian, though it remains stronger than nearly all other Italian language varieties.â)
Mrs. Davis loves making food for all of them, always trying to diversify her cooking to suit their appetites, their cultures, the things each of them can eat, etc. It's a lot, but she doesn't mind!! She's a grandma!! She loves feeding peopleâand she missed having someone to cook for.
She grows her greens all by herself, too. Rio occasionally helps her with weeding and stuff. Mrs. Davis is freaked out by her rancid vibes at first, but ends up saying she's a âvery sweet girl,â to which everyone responds by staring at her horrified.
Mrs. Davis would also definitely make a chore chart for everyone, but it never works out for a NUMBER of reasons.
First or all, Agatha always skips her turn with cleaning, saying that âshe forgot.â She knows that either Billy or Sharon will just take care of it anyways. (Jen refuses to do any of Agatha's chores. âShe can either do it by herself or drown in her own garbage-â)
Lilia always gets distracted and leaves her chores unfinished. She can only ever remember laundry, for some reasonâshe does everyone's laundry. But other than that, jeez. My girl is messy and that's okay. She has her very own unique way of finding where she puts her stuff, but others would merely call it chaos. Jen always picks up after herâand Lilia always huffs and puffs about how, âwell now I can't find anything!â
Alice is the sort of person who accidentally creates messes everywhere, then stuffs everything wherever she finds. In drawers, under beds, you name it. Very, âout of sight, out of mind.â Like, she probably has âa chairâ where she throws all her clothes.
Billy is very responsible, always abiding to the chore chart and oftentimes doing Agatha's chores too.
Jen is a total neat freak. She wants everything to be organised and under controlâand she needs everything to smell nice.
She always makes the others scented candles. Agatha claims they're âuseless garbage,â but uses them anyways.
Jen is also the one who usually keeps track of the bills and expenses, since she earns the most through her, âreal job.â
Lilia is the sort of person to get lost in the mall, or even just the super-market. Alice has needed to look for her more than once.
Agatha loves crushing Jen's videos by appearing in the background and doing whatever bullshit she feels like.
Alice and Billy are everyone's mediators. Whenever someone gets in an argument, they're the ones who force them to work it out.
Alice is very protective of Sharon and Lilia, because she has mommy issues. Agatha has the opposite short of mommy issuesâbut Sharon and Lilia treat them both like they're their kids.
The first time Billy brought Eddie to meet his coven, they literally put him through trials to decide whether he's worthy to date their son. Eddie is surprised he's been coven-approved.
âThese women are insane, Billyâbut then again, so am I for sticking around anyways.â
Eddie is very tired. His favourite coven members are Jen and Alice, who he considers the most normal. I REALLY think he'd fuck with Jen, because they're both so done with everyone else.
#agatha all along#agatha harkness#rio vidal#agathario#jennifer kale#lilia calderu#billy maximoff#alice wu gulliver#sharon davis#agatha x rio#agatha all along headcanons#headcanons
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I Can See You: Chapter 8 (Ellie Willaims, TLOU)
I Can See You
Fic master post here
*Not beta read
Itâs been over a month, and I am so sorry! Iâll have a little life update at the end in case anyone cares lol. Thank you to everyone for your patience and support:)
Chapter 8
Your first date with Ellie, who is officially your girlfriend:)
Word count: 4k
CW: *Ellie and reader are both 18*, profanities, sexual innuendo/references, briefly talking about food
Deep breath in.Â
An hour until Ellie picks you up for your first date. The hottest girl in school, the hottest girl youâve ever seen.
Deep breath out.Â
Time to get ready, time to get perfect.Â
Before washing your face you splash cold water on it first to focus. This is actually happening, itâs not some elaborate day dream.Â
The normal skin care routine first, then all the makeup and prep you would usually do for a date or party. A tried and true hairstyle that always looks good on you.Â
Hours had been spent picking out an outfit the night before. Changing into it, you look in the mirror and adjust yourself until your appearance is deemed perfect.Â
The buzzing of your phone continues the whole time you get ready, the group chat wanting to hear more about Ellie and the date. They get an answer here and there.
Caroline is protective as usual, telling you not to fall for any of Ellieâs tricks, or let her turn you into some elaborately planned one night stand.Â
Melissa was getting intel from her sister, since she is on the lacrosse team. The locker room was full of whispers about you and Ellie after the game. The underclassmen who donât know Ellie as well thought the whole thing was cute and romantic. The upperclassmen are a little more divided. Some of them feel bad for you, assuming that it wonât go well. Abby and her friends think Ellie is doing it all to spite her. The rest are hopeful that this will mark the official end of all the Ellie girl drama theyâve been so happy without over the last month.Â
Nicole is the most nonchalant. Knowing how strong and smart you are, she doesnât question whether or not you can handle yourself. Though she doesnât understand it, she knows the effect that you can have on women. If anyone can change Ellie, itâs you. In all honesty, Nicole is most excited to hear your review of the new restaurant more than anything else.Â
Then there is sweet, sweet Teresa. Bless her heart she is so excited for you. Asking for pictures of your outfit, hyping you up, and telling you how cute you and Ellie are together.Â
Ellie rings the doorbell at 7:00 on the dot.
When you open the door she offers her hand for you to take. âHello beautiful,â she smiles and drags you into a kiss. Her soft lips welcome you like youâve just arrived home. She smells good, having just sprayed her perfume. The earthy and woodsy notes have become so familiar. The scent is strong as it washes over you, fogging out everything but Ellie.Â
Ellie leads you down the steps but she isnât looking forwards, but back at you. Taking you in, looking you up and down⌠there are stars in her pretty green eyes.
âYou got all dressed up for me,â she points out, admiring all the effort you put into your appearance. âYou look great. Well you always do, just a little fancier tonight.â
âThanks, you know you look pretty good yourself?â You giggle.Â
Ellie, with a slight blush in her cheeks, opens the passenger door of her beat up pickup truck and helps you in. Sitting down herself, she plugs in her phone and turns the music low enough to talk over it, but itâs still loud enough to make out the song thatâs playing. Sheâs playing your favorite song.Â
Backing the car up and putting it into drive, Ellie puts her hand on your thigh. But she doesnât just let it rest there. She grasps your leg so that she isnât simply touching you, she is holding onto you.Â
A smirk creeps up on your face when you take a moment to look at Ellieâs hand. Her veins are well defined. Her fingers are long, adorned with silver rings.Â
This small gesture, itâs protective. Possessive. It has your heart beating like youâve just run a marathon.Â
After the car stops you go to open the door but Ellie puts out a hand to stop you. âIâll get it for you.â
Your face warms and you busy your hands by adjusting your clothes. Itâs not that you hadnât expected chivalry from Ellie, itâs just causing butterflies in your stomach now that it's your first date and itâs actually happening.Â
Ellie opens the door and once again takes your hand to help you get out. Her hand is a little sweaty. Is she nervous too? THE Ellie Williams, feeling this way about you?
Walking into the restaurant hand in hand is a surreal experience. You catch a glimpse of your reflection in a window. The reflection of a cute couple is mirrored back.Â
The hostess seats you at a quiet spot in the back corner. Itâll be a nice place to just talk and enjoy each other's company without any prying eyes.Â
Sitting across from Ellie, you find yourself admiring her beauty, as always. Like a song you can listen to on repeat for hours. Itâs something youâve done a thousand times and will continue doing. The way freckles are dusted over her fair skin and a faint flush colors her cheeks. How her lips curve into an adorable grin. That sparkle in her eyes.Â
âIâm so happy to be here with you baby,â Ellie tells you with a hint of shyness âto be your girlfriend.â
âB-baby?â You stutter, surprised by the replacement of the word âbabeâ with âbabyâ. The word itself feels more significant, as well as the way she says it. It holds a certain conviction.Â
Ellie looks down and starts fiddling with one of her rings. âI feel like âbabeâ is too casual. Youâre not just some girl, youâre my girl. You mean so much to me.â
âI like that,â you tell her, placing your hands on top of hers. Ellie looks up at you, meeting your gaze, and her posture relaxes with the familiar feeling of your touch.Â
âWe should probably look at the menu,â Ellie says, though clearly not wanting to let go of you yet. Nodding, you use your free hand to pick the menu up so you donât have to let go of her. She follows suit, and you both reluctantly look away from each other and at the menu.Â
The waitress takes your drink order while you look over the menu.
âIt was nice to meet Joel,â you tell Ellie after taking a first glance at everything.
Ellie peers over the menu with a relieved smile. âIâm happy you got to meet him. It was nice to meet your friends too.â
That receives a chuckle in response. âYou donât have to lie, baby. They werenât particularly nice to you.â
âThey were just being protective. I think itâs good that your friends care so much. So tell me, what did they think? Iâm sure they had something to say.â Ellie questions cautiously, putting down her menu to give the conversation her full attention. She laces her fingers through yours to properly hold your hand.Â
After tilting your head to the side and taking a moment to go over everything they have said you giggle and admit âthey donât know what to expect.â
Ellieâs free hand nervously grabs the back of her neck. âThatâs my fault isnât it.â
Squeezing her hand for reassurance softens the worry in her eyes.âItâs just as much my fault. I obviously hadnât told them it was you I was talking to, but I didnât really tell them anything. Just that she played lacrosse and went to North, half of it was a lie. I told them there was a girl and that was all I gave them aside from them seeing those hickies on my neck. So when I was like âsurprise, the girl Iâve been hiding is my girlfriend and actually you all know who she is.â I was already on thin ice for hiding things from them.â
Ellie nods sympathetically. âYou are very close to them, makes sense that they donât like you keeping secrets. Especially when the secret has the reputation it does.â
Smirking, you tell her âbelieve it or not, they were way more chill when they talked to you than when I first broke the news.â
The look on her face is one of disbelief. âSeriously? That was them being âmore chillâ?âÂ
âYeah,â you laugh, seeing the reaction it got from her. âThey didnât even believe me. At first I just told them it was a lacrosse player from our school. They guessed everyone but you and assumed there was a sapphic they didnât know about before they even considered you.â
Ellieâs eyes narrow. âSo they asked about Anderson?â
Biting your lip, you give her the truth. âThat was their first guess.â
She looks both offended and disappointed. âThey didnât even guess me? Why not? Am I not good enough?â
Squeezing her hand and giving her a gentle smile, you try and help her relax. âNo, they knew that before now you didnât do relationships.â
Ellie's expression is one of extreme embarrassment. âOh. Wow,â is all that she can say, and it sounds strained.Â
But her expression softens with the way you look into her eyes with deep compassion. âI told them that you arenât like that anymore. That youâve changed.â
Her posture straightens and her attitude perks up.âI have.â
âI know that baby. Theyâll see,â you promise her.Â
âIâll do whatever it takes.â Ellie is dead serious. Itâs obvious that she is devoted.
âI know you will. You are going to impress them. Theyâve already started to warm up a little, even if it doesnât seem like it yet. You actually won Teresa over already.â
Ellie lets out a long breath and smiles. âTell Teresa that I say thank you. And that sheâs a saint.â
âShe was very impressed by your romantic gestures and hard launch,â you giggle.Â
Seeing you giggle melts Ellieâs heart. âIâm glad she appreciated it. But I wasnât trying to impress anyone except you. I just wanted to show you how much I care about you.â
âMelissa and Nicole should be easy to win over,â you assure her. âJackie, Melissaâs sister, is the new freshman on varsity. Just make sure she feels welcome and is adjusting okay. Nicole? She likes Dunkinâ Donuts.â
Ellieâs nod is dutiful, she gives you a salute. âBe nice to the new girl on the team, get an extra coffee when I stop there for you. Iâve got it covered.â
âThatâs 75% of the friend group!â
âAnd the other 25%?â
âCaroline is very stubborn,â you sigh.
âTell me what to do and Iâll do it.â Ellie is very eager.Â
âWell, being nice to Jackie will give you some bonus points. Maybe give you, I donât know, 7%. Doesnât matter how many times she is told that youâve changed, she needs to see it. Actions speak louder than words with Caroline. I think that seeing you treat me well over time is what itâs going to take,â you explain to her.Â
Ellie nods, looking determined. âIâm going to treat you well. Treat you the best. Everyone will see how much you mean to me.â
âYouâre sweet Ellie,â you smile at her.Â
She squeezed your hand. âYou are.â
âSweet enough that your friends approve?â
âWell you talked to Paz. I only bothered to talk to my other best friends,â Ellie explains.
Brooke, Anna, Danny, Tim and Mark. Brooke is a soccer player, Anna plays volleyball. Extremely popular, effortlessly beautiful, exceedingly influential. Danny and Mark are lacrosse bros, Tim plays football. Seemingly douche bags, but not the worst of the worst. Brooke and Danny have been an item since freshman year, but Mark is a player like Ellie. Like Ellie was.
You look at Ellie expectantly.
âIâll start with the good news. Brooke and Danny seem excited for someone else in the group to be in a relationship. Mark is disappointed that I wonât be playing the field anymore. He also asked why youâŚ.â Ellie trails off.Â
Smiling at Ellie, you reassure her. âYou can tell me the truth.Â
âMark wondered why if I was going to have a girlfriend why not⌠a girl we usually hang out with.â Ellie bites her lip. âI told him how great you are, heâs coming around.â
She doesnât say anything else, just nervously focuses on her menu.
âDonât worry, Ellie. Iâm not offended or anything. What about Anna and Tim?â
She takes a deep breath. âThey, uh, will be harder to convince. They think you are using me, that youâve got an ulterior motive. They think that since you are smart you must have manipulated me into a relationship, thatâs why you are the only one to ever get me to settle down.â
The stress on her face melts away when you squeeze her hand and give her a soothing smile. âThatâs not unfair, they are just looking out for you, the same way my friends are looking out for me. Youâre acting different, it makes sense that they would question why.â
Ellie nods. âIâve changed for the better.â
âI know that, soon they will too.â
âSo uh⌠do you want an appetizer?â
After ordering you decide to lighten the mood and tease Ellie. âYou never told me you had noticed me before I became your tutor.â
âWell yeah, of course I did. Just look at you,â she chuckles. âFirst time I noticed you, Paz said it wasnât worth it, that youâre smart and youâd know better. I was too much of a horny little shit not to listen to her. Then any time I looked at you over the years those words were in the back of my mind.â
âI guess thatâs fair enough. So what was different this time?â This is something youâve been dying to know. What changed?Â
âWhen I used to play the field, I would flirt with every girl the same. Talk about lacrosse, all the championships Iâve won. But you didnât give a shit.â Ellie laughs and starts tracing circles on your hand with her thumb. âIâd never met a girl that wasnât impressed by that stuff. You werenât condescending, even though you could have been. It was your job to help me⌠but it was more than a job to you. Nothing about you was shallow, it was impossible for me to be, even though I normally was. I was starting to feel all that when we played that guessing game. So when I looked into those pretty eyes of yours, after you made me guess what color they were? It was all over for me.â
Once the waitress has served your food and walks away Ellie clears her throat. âCan I⌠take a picture of you? To put on my story⌠I wanna show you off.â Sheâs never sounded so shy before.Â
Biting your smile and nodding, you tease her âyou know we donât even follow eachother on social media?â
Ellieâs eyes widen. âWe have to fix that right now.â Sheâs dead serious, even has a sense of urgency. She passes you her phone so you can add each other. On every form of social media, she insists on it. While on Ellieâs phone you see that she has a space aesthetic as her background.
âI like your wallpaper,â you comment while switching from one app to another. âVery space nerd of you.â
âHey- itâs a nice wallpaper!â Ellie defends herself with a sheepish smile.Â
With a smile on your face you let her know youâre only teasing âBaby, I think itâs cute. Itâs very you.â After finishing the social media following Ellie takes back her phone when itâs held out to her.Â
âNow can I take your picture?â Ellie questions eagerly, like a kid asking for a cookie.
âOnly if I can take one of you too,â you giggle.Â
Ellie asks you to pose for the picture, but even when you do, her smile is still bigger than yours.Â
âCan I see?â Ellie playfully rolls her eyes when you request to see the picture before she posts it.Â
âYou look perfect, but I guess,â she chuckles, turning her phone. Your eyes are full of joy, a cheesy but genuine smile with a hint of a giggle. âDo you approve?â Ellie teases.Â
Nodding your approval you smirk at her and unlock your own phone. âMy turn!âÂ
Watching Ellie pose awkwardly and fixing her hair? Itâs possibly the cutest thing youâve ever seen. Her freckled cheeks are flushed pink and she smiles bashfully. When you snap the picture you know that itâs your new favorite.Â
The both of you post the photos on your stories, all smiles and excitement to be showing eachother off.
âNow that we have followed each other on social media, and posted each other⌠I realized that I still have you as âtutor girlâ in my phone.â Ellie bites her lip.
You start giggling. âAnd Iâve still got you in my phone as âspace nerdâ, we should probably change that.â
Ellie raises an eyebrow. âGoing to add some cute little emojis or something?â
âOf course, and the picture I just took as your contact photo.â The two of you change what you need to in your phone and put them back away. To enjoy each other's company.Â
âShould we get desert?â You ask after you both finish your dinner.Â
Ellie smirks. âWell I have movie tickets for us, so you might want to save room for snacks.â
âWhat are we seeing?â You question with eager enthusiasm.Â
âDo you remember that one movie you mentioned?â Ellie asks, not sure if you actually would.
âYou remembered?â That movie came up in conversation very briefly, but Ellie does remember the little things.Â
âOf course I did. I always pay attention to everything you tell me. Sometimes I write stuff down if I think I might need it later.â
âLike how you took a picture of my Dunkinâ order. Before we even started dating,â you laugh.Â
âWe werenât dating but I wanted to impress you. I was kind of dating you in my mind before we made things officialâŚâ Ellie blushes.Â
Ellie insists on paying the bill instead of splitting it and you leave to go to the movie theater.Â
âBaby, what do you want?â She asks at the concessions counter.Â
âUm⌠Iâm not sure. I kind of want candy but I also kind of want popcorn.â
âThen get both,â Ellie says nonchalantly.Â
You shake your head and laugh. âI donât need both.â
âBut you want both, so Iâm getting you both. I already know your favorite candy so you canât stop me,â she smirks. âAnything to drink?â
âHmm⌠I want to get a slushy. But water is better for eating popcorn, so Iâll get water.â
âWhat flavor slushy do you like?â Ellie smirks.
You softly elbow her in the side. âEllie you donât need to get me both.âÂ
âYes I do!â She pouts.Â
âBlue raspberry,â you sigh.Â
Ellie orders everything and insists on paying for it once again because âshe was the one that asked you to go on the dateâ. You made it clear you wonât let her always pay for everything and that you plan to spoil her any chance you get. Ellie also tries to carry everything by herself, but you take the drinks so that nothing gets spilled.Â
In the theater you sit in the back row. While organizing the snacks and drinks Ellie put up the arm rest between you. âThe water bottle has a lid, it can go anywhere. I, however, can't go anywhere. I have to be as close to you as possible.â
Getting comfortable during the previews Ellie wraps her arm around you and you lean into her, resting your head in her shoulder. She kisses the top of your head and gives you a squeeze. You chat before the movie starts, trading starry eyed smiles.Â
Once the movie starts the two of you quiet down. Every once in a while you feel Ellie move a little, and eventually you realize itâs to look at you. Sheâll stop watching the movie for a few minutes so she can stare at you, and then she has to ask what she missed after starting to pay attention again. Occasionally, Ellie will subconsciously kiss the top of your head.Â
At one point she leans over and says âI want to put you in my lap and kiss you but I donât want to do that on our first date. I want to treat you like a lady.â That makes you giggle. Hearing your laugh makes Ellieâs smile even brighter, it makes her want a kiss so badly, itâs visible in her pretty green eyes.Â
At the end of the movie you walk out with Ellie, hand and hand. You see a few people from school and you catch their attention, but that doesnât even matter when the date is going so well. You and Ellie pay them no mind.Â
Ellie parks in your driveway and turns the key in the ignition.Â
The urge to tease Ellie was too strong to resist. âI made it out alive.â
She just smirks âYou arenât out of the car yet.â
âPlan on killing me?â You laugh.Â
Ellieâs eyes narrow seductively. âWell I plan on taking your breath away.â
Before meeting Ellie this hot to nerdy loser ratio didnât seem possible. How can she look so unbearably hot while saying something so incredibly cheesy? Now isnât the time to try and figure that out. âThen get to it, Williams.â
Ellie leans over the center console to cup your face in one of her hands. The other finds itself on the inside of your thigh. She closes her eyes so you follow suit, she lets her lips slowly find yours. She isnât gentle for long. Ellie starts soft but abruptly deepens the kiss, as if intending to hold back and subsequently failing. Her grip on your thigh tightens but instead of pulling you towards her she presses further into you, practically crawling over the center console.Â
âEllie,â you whisper breathlessly, âcome here.â Grabbing onto her and roping her in, she climbs over the center console and clumsily falls into your lap. One of her hands tangles into your hair and the other goes right for your chest while her lips find yours once again.Â
You reach for Ellieâs shirt to try and pull it off, but she stops you.Â
âAre you okay?â You ask breathlessly, face red and worried.
âGood, so good,â Ellie nods with a smile.
âThen why did you stop?â You ask, holding her face in your hands to get a good look at her expression.Â
âWe are in a car. Before this weâve messed around in the library, and a classroom. You deserve better than this. We deserve better than this. If we keep going⌠Iâm not going to want to stop, and we canât have our first time together in a car.â
You brush a piece of hair out of Ellieâs face. âYouâre right. I want our first time to be special*
Ellie cups your face with a gentle hand and gives you a sweet kiss before climbing back into the driver's seat. She takes your hand in hers, intensely holding your gaze. âYouâre special. And perfect. And beautiful.â
Blushing, you nervously adjust your shirt for a distraction and look down.
With her index finger on your chin, Ellie tips your face back up. âI mean it!â
âI know you do,â you smile softly, âyouâre sweet.â
Ellie chuckles, âIâm just telling the truth.â
Beaming at her, looking into those beautiful eyes, you run a hand through her auburn hair. âYou are pretty great too. Beautiful, flawless, extraordinary.â Ellieâs eyes widened, but they are starting to look a little sleepy. Her tiredness is evident. âYou had a long day, Iâm sure you want to get home and wind down.â
âBut that would mean leaving you,â she pouts.
That makes you laugh. âYouâre going to have to do that eventually.â
Ellieâs freckles nose scrunches up, brows furrowed. Sheâs unwilling to accept that.Â
âWe can hang out again tomorrow,â you promise her, running your index finger along her jawline.Â
âIâm going to a party tomorrow tonight, do you want to come with me?â Sheâs hesitant but hopeful.Â
âIs it the one at Kyleâs? My friends want to go because âeveryoneâ is going to be there.â
âYes, actually!â Excited surprise lights up her face.Â
âSo, you gonna be my date to the party?â Ellie practically begs.Â
You smirk. âIs that an invitation?â
âOf course it is! I want my beautiful girlfriend by my side.â
Ellie walks you to your door and kisses you goodnight, you make her promise to text you when she gets home safe.Â
(Space aesthetic wallpaper and Ellieâs outfit are from Pinterest)
I didnât mean for it to take this longđ Here it is in chronological order: I went to see my girlfriend and got to meet her daughter for the first time (it was the best day ever). I got sick for a while:( I took a spontaneous trip to see my bestie who lives in Chicago (I live in NY) and then got sick again. My ex (that Iâve been broken up with for over a year but hurt me so bad) texted me confessing her love a week after I posted my girlfriend for the first time and it fucked with my head for a bit lol. Also, I also got a part time job, and I like it a lot! So Iâve been working along with studying for my professional engineer license. I had some issues with filling prescriptions/getting my medications (for mental health) and that really threw me for a loop. Iâm hoping now that Iâm into the swing of things with work and things have seemed to settle down Iâll have more time to write!! Itâs been a lot besties and Iâm doing my bestđ
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Heey! I hope you're doing well! I would like to request a story about gp Donna having a daughter with a maid who abandoned her when the child was born. Donna raises her daughter alone and homeschool her for most of the part until her daughter tells her that she wants music lessons so Donna asks the duke a piano. The duke being all noisy gets the tea about Donna's daughter wanting music lessons and suggests Donna to hire reader as her teacher, an excellent pianist with good reputation. Both Donna and her daughter (like mother, like daughter) fall in love with reader with Donna's daughter wanting reader to become her other mom (and unlike Donna, her daughter is not that shy and is always complementing reader and dropping hints to her that Donna is very much single).
One afternoon after a lesson Donna listens to reader sing while she plays the piano and is mesmerized by her beautiful voice. Perhaps reader is singing a classical piece like Ave Maria by Schubert and that sort of reminds her of her family before the black gods faith and all that (I suppose it would make sense not to sing about other gods except for the black ones? So that's why gets more enamored with reader, for bringing her back those memories). Anywaysss, Donna with a little help from her daughter confesses to reader, who of course has fallen in love with Donna and her offspring.
welll, I hope that wasn't too much of a request đ
Have a good day!
Yesss!!! I have to say I loved that request, thank you :D! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))))
Rebuilding a broken life
Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Fluff, a bit of angst, Donna being Donna and a single mother, that's curious :D, G!P Donna (implied), Donna's POV
Word count: 8,709
Summary: I only have my daughter...
N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open, I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))
Sometimes I try to live in the past, to remember what those times were like, when life was much easier. I would have given anything to go back to that moment, to reject Mother Miranda's offer to make me her daughter, a Lord.
But being named Lord, obtaining the divine grace of the Black Gods didnât illuminate my path, rather, it darkened it. I always lived isolated. I was never interested in people. They were evil, they laughed at me, at my appearance, at my scar. I could consider my transition from villager to Lord a success, since those mocking laughs turned into cries and screams of terror, but, apart from that, nothing else changed.
At least nothing that had to do with my condition as a lonely and isolated woman. The reason for the mockery and for my behavior mutated in an unpleasant way; turning me into something like a deformed monster, as much as Miranda denied it.
The Gods' whim was just a moment of fun, and with me... they went too far. Not only did my eye disappear, not only did they turn me into an unpleasant being. They also played with my body.
I didn't care too much, I got used to it soon, but I didn't know how to get used to loneliness. My solitary life only ended partially. Angie, my doll since I was a child, came to life thanks to my efforts, to my desperation to hear another voice other than those in my head.
It might seem like a positive change, in part it was, but it wasn't what I was looking for by giving myself over to the black claws of the village. Getting out of that spiral of madness and loneliness was my true goal, but things never turn out the way you expect. Neither the new parts of my body, nor my powers, nor my appearance made it change. Madness continued to eat away my brain, the madness that came from an illness that had stalked my family for years.
If you put it all together, a deformed face, a different body, terrifying powers, madness and absolute loneliness, you get a legend, a character from a scary story, you get me: the last Lord, the doll maker, Donna Beneviento.
I stopped aging. I stopped being a baseless legend to become a woman to be feared, respected or even revered. My new siblings seemed to enjoy that change, to exercise power over the rest of the villagers, to inflict terror on them.
I was never interested in that kind of power, the power to get what I wanted when I wanted and the power to never be questioned. I had become so accustomed to my solitude that it became my refuge, a refuge for all eternity.
One day, after my sister Alcina convinced me, I decided to try out what it would be like to live with someone, to hear other different voices in the mansion, and I accepted one of her maids. She was a beautiful girl. Her name was Helga.
It could have been because of the lack of habit, because of my heart's longing to not feel alone, the reasons really didn't matter. It didn't take long for me to fall in love with her. I had never believed in love, I never had the chance to experience what my books talked about. I was eager to do it, to love, to be loved.
Looking back on the past, I now think that maybe I should have thought things better, understand that love is something that happens between two people, and not just for one of them.
Helga accepted my feelings and let herself be loved by a monster like me. In her eyes I could see the lie, the deception. I could see a false smile when she heard me say: I love you. I didn't give it any importance, she had to love me.
Of course I let myself be carried away by my clumsy feelings, by my erratic heart. I took that girl. I made her mine when I wanted, when I needed. I thought everything would change from that moment on, and I was right.
I wasnât careful when I claimed her body as mine, and there were consequences. After a few months with the illusion of living a romance, it happened, I got her pregnant. I never thought about having a family, about starting one.
I had to get used to the idea of ââhaving a baby with someone who, deep down, I knew didnât love me, but seeing my child grow in her womb mesmerized me too much. After a few months, that child came into the world, a beautiful girl, Maria Beneviento.
I came to think that I couldnât be happier. I had a beautiful girl, a young maid at my side, everything was perfect, but, again, it was just an illusion. I remember the blizzard of that night, that terrible night.
âShh, ti prego non piangere, tesoroâŚâ I whispered while cradling the newborn, who wouldn't stop crying. âOh, hai fame, vero?â I said, getting up to look for Helga, who, she told me, needed to rest.
I couldn't blame her. It had only been a week since the girl was born and she was exhausted.
I walked through the house with the girl in my arms. Poor thing, she was crying inconsolably. I looked for Helga in her room, the one she never wanted to leave. I will never be able to get over what I found.
The room was empty, there was no one there. I looked for her, but she was gone. In the baby's crib there was a note, a damn note that I burned in the fire, and whose words still burn in my heart.
I can't stand it anymore.
Everything I did, I did because I was afraid, because you scared me.
I can't stand having given my life to a monster like you, having a baby who will soon become a monster too.
I can't stay with you. I can't look my daughter in the face, a daughter I never wanted.
I never loved you, and I never will.
I'm leaving, Donna, I'm leaving forever. I wish I could have taken that innocent baby with me, but you terrify me, I know what you'll do to me.
I screamed, I cried, I hit everything within my reach. I couldn't believe those words and at the same time it seemed like I had read them somewhere else, perhaps in her sad and complacent gaze.
Without thinking twice, furious, with my daughter in my arms, I went out to look for her. It was a dark night and the snow didn't stop falling. I called out to her, I threatened her, but it was too late.
On the snowy ground there were footprints, her footprints. Desperate, I followed them, followed them until... they disappeared, they disappeared at the edge of a cliff.
Surely that stupid girl didn't know how dangerous my land was, how dangerous it was to go out at night in the middle of a blizzard.
She would never come back, she abandoned me forever, she abandoned us.
I might have thought that I had the consolation of still having my daughter, that my baby hadn't fallen into the void with her mother, but I didn't see it that way. My soul was broken in two, my heart was crushed mercilessly. That girl left me alone with my daughter, that girl never loved me.
I don't know what I would have done if I didn't have my daughter in my arms, I don't know what the consequences would have been. I spent days complaining, even though I barely had time. I was left alone, my daughter too. Helga abandoned me, but Maria was still with me. She was a newborn baby, she needed me.
Pain, suffering... at first that was what I felt when I had to take care of my daughter alone. I never knew how to do it well. I was overwhelmed several times, desperate. Then I realized what I had to do, my responsibility. I had to take care of my little girl; it didn't matter if I had to do it by myself. I had no other option.
Luckily, I managed to get used to the situation, and move on.
The years went by and my little Maria grew up, perhaps faster than I would have liked. She was a girl... well, a bit strange girl. Physically she was exactly like me, but... her personality was not similar at all.
Maria was intelligent, extremely intelligent. She was a happy, funny, outgoing and obedient child. I like to think that I was a good mother to her, although that wasn't the case.
From a very young age she had to put up with my madness. Dealing with a sick mother like me, without having anyone else (apart from Angie, of course), must have been hard for her, but she never showed it.
Eight years after that fateful night, my daughter and I lived peacefully. She knew me and understood me, and I loved her madly.
I knocked on the girl's bedroom door slowly, as it was a reasonable hour to sleep.
âCome in,â my daughter said, in a sweet voice, as always.
âMaria, it's time to sleep,â I said softly.
The girl, lying in bed, looked at me over the book she was reading with Angie, and made a gesture of silence. I couldn't help but smile and obeyed her request, slowly approaching and sitting on the mattress.
âCinque minuti,â she whispered in an intriguing voice, turning a page. âMamma, they've killed DumbledoreâŚâ
âOh,â I sighed with a tender smile, watching Maria devour the book.
âI told you Snape was a traitor from the start! I told you!â Angie shrieked, pointing at the book with her wooden hand.
âAngie, don't shout,â I told the doll, who relaxed her attitude.
âIt's true, you were right, Angie,â Maria said, nodding to the doll, who laughed in satisfaction.
The little girl closed the book with a sigh of suspense and left it on the table, passing a hand over her forehead.
âWow... it was interesting,â she said, letting me get a little closer and cover her with the sheets. âI can't wait to see what happens,â she said rubbing her hands.
âMm,â I murmured with my eyebrow raised, arranging my daughter's hair, a gesture she liked less and less.
âMammaâŚâ she protested amused. âI'm not a child anymore.â
âArenât you? So, what are you?â I asked with the same mocking tone.
âMmâŚâ she murmured thoughtfully, looking at the ceiling. âAn impending pre-teenager.â
I laughed, shaking my head at my daughter's bold responses. I definitely don't know where she got that audacity from. It couldn't be from me⌠maybe from Angie?
âExcuse me, my impending teenager,â I joked, making sure the girl was well protected from the cold.
âUm, mammaâŚâ Maria murmured nervously, attracting my attention, when I was about to leave. âCan I talk to you?â
âVa bene,â I answered frowning and sitting back down. âWhat's wrong, tesoro?â
âI was just wonderingâŚâ she said, without looking at me directly, thoughtful. âMamma⌠Who was my mother?â
The smile immediately faded from my face and memories appeared to haunt my wounded mind. I had to make a great effort to control my nerves. I didn't want to lose my mind in front of my daughter, not again.
âMaria, what's that question about?â I said nervously, with a cold tone.
âWellâŚâ Maria said, sitting on the bed while scratching the back of her neck. âI have a good memory. I remember I asked you when I was⌠I think I was 4 years old. You told me I was too young to know.â
âMm, certo,â I said blinking erratically.
âBut I'm not so young anymore,â my daughter said, with an expectant look. âPer favore, mamma, tell me what she was like,â
I sighed, undecided, but motivated by her bright eyes, identical to mine.
âW-Well⌠y-youâŚâ I stammered, trying hard not to let my voice get stuck, something complicated. âYour mother was⌠her name was Helga and⌠she was my maid.â
The girl nodded curiously, barely blinking.
âShe was very beautiful,â I whispered, remembering that treacherous look.
âWhat happened to her?â she asked impatiently.
âUm⌠she left, she abandoned us shortly after you were born,â I said, knowing there was no point in lying to her. That girl was devilishly smart, she would find out sooner or later.
âShe left you alone with a baby? Wow, she wasn't a good person then,â the girl whispered. âDo you think I'll ever get to meet her?â
âNo, I'm afraid⌠she's gone,â I murmured, shaking my head and holding back a tear.
âOh, well⌠thanks for telling me,â Maria said with an indifferent voice, opening the drawer of her nightstand and taking out a paper and a pen. âYes, itâs progressingâŚâ
âMm?â I murmured curiously, trying to see what was on that sheet of paper, on which Maria seemed to cross something out. âCosâè questo, Maria?â I asked, tilting my head to try to make out something.
âQuesto?â she said, showing me the paper. I nodded slowly, studying those phrases that were written on it. âOh, itâs nothing⌠just a wish list.â
âA wish list?â I asked curious and amused, trying to bury the memory of her mother, so her words wouldnât penetrate my mind, and destroy it again.
âWell, I'm already 8,â she explained with that knowing tone I adored. âSoon I'll reach adolescence and lose my mind, you know, hormonesâŚâ she said with a passive voice and an amused gesture. âBefore that happens and my head starts to think about stupid boys, I would like to do some things.â
âMm, you're cautious,â I commented, surprised, as always, by her intelligence. âCan I take a look?â I asked, extending a hand towards the paper, paper that Maria handed me, nodding and shrugging.
Yes, it was a list, the wish list of an eight-year-old girl. Some things were crossed out, the most recent was:
Meet my mother
I sighed somewhat sadly knowing that she would never do it, but I continued reading, hoping to distract myself enough with the girl thoughts and ambitions.
âMariaâŚâ I whispered, looking at the girl with a frown and pointing at one of the phrases. âTo have a sibling?â I asked with a trembling voice.
âYes,â my girl nodded, with an innocent smile. âI think it would be really cool to have one,â she said without caring about the impossibility that it entailed. âDon't be offended, Angie.â
âMore minions? I like how it sounds,â the doll said, with an amused gesture.
âI'm afraid that wish is impossible, tesoro,â I said with a low voice, with a sad look.
I could never, ever fall in love again, not after what happened the first time I did.
âNo, it's not impossible,â Maria protested, leaning towards me and reading her phrases. âLook, mamma, if this one here comes true, it would be possible.â
I looked at where her finger was pointing, and I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry in despair.
Mamma stops being alone
I read it several times, glancing at the girl and hiding the trembling in my hands.
âMariaâŚâ I sighed, running a hand through my hair. âY-You should think of another wish.â
âNo, they are my wishes, you can't influence them,â the girl said, crossing her arms. âYou just have to read them, not judge them.â
âVa bene, you're right,â I said, briefly pinching her cheek, something that made her laugh embarrassedly. âMm, learn to play the piano?â I asked, reading more of her wishes. âDo you want to learn to play the piano?â
âOh, yes, do you remember the day we went to see Aunt Alcina at the castle?â she asked, coming closer, she seemed excited.
âYes, of course I remember,â I answered, looking at my daughter curiously. âYou mean the maid who played you a birthday song, right?â
âWellâŚâ the girl sighed, rolling her eyes. âThe song was childish and squeaky, but the sound of that piano⌠it was beautiful, so I decided to learn⌠but⌠we don't have a piano,â she said in a much lower voice, looking away, as she always did when she wanted to ask me for something.
âActually we have one in the basement,â I said. âYou could learn on it.â
âMamma, that's not exactly a piano,â my daughter said in an innocent tone, biting her lip. âI want a real one, a piano as cool as the one in the castle.â
âYou want a piano,â I murmured, arching my eyebrow. âDo you want me to buy a piano, Maria? Is that what you're trying to ask me?â
âWell⌠I wouldn't say no if you do,â she said amused, with her eyes wide open. âI know my birthday has passed andâŚâ
âCut the crap,â I said amused, shaking my head. âWell⌠I guess itâs something much more feasible than some of your wishes.â
âDoes that mean youâll do it? Will you buy me a piano?â the girl asked, standing up on the bed, excited again.
I looked at her tenderly and thought for a moment. I could never deny my little girl anything, I never would.
âIf you behave,â I said amused, pointing at her with my finger before she jumped into my arms.
âGreat! Grazie di cuore, mamma, youâre the best, the best!â Maria yelled enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a tender hug that I always appreciated, that told me I would never be alone, I would always have my daughter.
âOkay, okay, tesoro,â I said, overwhelmed by her affectionate kisses, gently patting her back. âBut youâll have to be consistent and learn to play wonderfully, mm?â
âCerto, I have to read more books,â my daughter said, moving away and letting herself fall on the bed, with a hand on her chin, thoughtful. âNow go, I have to think,â she said with a concentrated expression. âWhere could we put it, Angie?â
âWell, you better go to sleep,â I said, laughing tenderly, giving her a kiss on the forehead and looking at the doll coldly, telling Angie with my eyes not to bother Maria and let her rest, something almost impossible.
âMamma,â Maria called me, before I went out the door. âTi voglio beneâ
âAnchâio, tesoro⌠AnchâioâŚâ I whispered, closing the door slowly.
Maria was not a capricious child, even though I always did whatever she wants to see her happy. I will always be surprised by her ability to educate practically by herself, taking advantage of my absences, my crises, to fill her mind with knowledge.
Sometimes I regretted having had a maid, but I changed my mind when I saw my little girl. She was the most important thing to me, and that would always be the case.
If Maria wanted a piano, she would have a piano, without a doubt.
The next day I took advantage of the Duke's weekly visit to make the request. I still find it hard to believe how different Maria is, how little she resembles my withdrawn and shy personalityâŚ
âHello, Duke,â Maria said, waving her hand politely with a mocking smile.
I was standing next to her, with my face covered with the veil and the Angie doll in my arms. No matter how well that horrible man treated my little girl, I never trusted him.
âMiss Beneviento, you look well,â the merchant murmured, handing me the things I needed for the week. âLady BenevientoâŚâ
âHi, fatty,â Angie said, moving in my arms. âHow are you?â
âGreat,â he replied, counting the coins I threw at him in an unpleasant manner. âWhat do you say, Miss? Did you manage to solve last week's riddle?â he asked, looking at my daughter with a sinister smile.
âOf course,â the girl answered, with a smug smile. âThe answer is the Sun,â she said, lifting her chin. âAlthough⌠there was something wrong with the riddle. Yes, normally the sun rises and sets, but⌠did you know that there are certain areas of the world where it doesn't rise or set for several months?â
âOh, I guess I forgot that detail,â the man said, laughing amused at the girl's words. âYou got it right againâŚâ
âAs always,â Maria said, making a gesture to play it down.
âCome on, we want to see that chocolate bar,â Angie demanded, climbing into Maria's arms while I watched in silence.
âHere you go, MissâŚâ the Duke sighed amusedly tossing a sweet to the girl, one that she caught gracefully. âI hope I don't make it so easy for you next time.â
âGrazie,â the kid said, kindly. âMamma, tell him, tell him,â she said, tugging at my dress, somewhat impatiently.
I looked at her and gestured for Angie to come closer.
âThat's it, Duke, we want a piano,â I said, speaking through the doll.
âA piano?â the man asked, taking out a small notebook.
âYes, yes, a piano,â Maria said, jumping on the ground. âI'm going to learn to play it.â
âOh, that's wonderful, Miss, music is the voice of the soul,â the Duke said, writing something down. âIs an upright piano okay?â
I looked at my daughter, who did the same, nodding.
âYes, okay,â she said, smiling with satisfaction.
âFor your sake, fatso, fatso, I hope you don't fool us,â Angie said, climbing up the carriage and looking at the merchant in a menacing manner. âA nice piano for Maria, is that clear?â
âLike water, Miss Angie,â he said, amused, gesturing for the doll to move away. âTell me, how do you plan to learn?â
âWell... By myself, I guess, Donna doesnât know to play it,â my daughter said, making me look at her embarrassed. âDon't be offended, mamma.â
âI see,â the Duke said, looking at me with a mocking smile. âIt turns out that I know someone. There is a girl in the village who is an excellent pianist, perhaps, Lady Beneviento, it would be good for your daughter if she gave the little Miss some lessons.â
âA piano teacher?â Maria asked, while I pondered the offer. âThat would be great, mamma, say yes, say yesâŚâ
âI don't know, tesoro⌠I don't like people coming to the house,â I murmured, putting myself at the height of the girl, who made a sad gesture.
âPleaseâŚâ my daughter begged, putting her hands together.
âPlease, pleaseâŚâ Angie said, imitating her gesture.
âUgh,â I sighed, looking at the Duke, who was impatiently waiting for my answer.
âWell? I promise you won't regret it, my lady,â the merchant said, studying my movements. âI'm convinced that she will get along very well with your offspring.â
âOh, IâŚâ I muttered, gesturing to Angie, giving up. âOkay,â the doll said, speaking in my voice.
After a few days, the piano arrived at the mansion and, with the unpleasant help of some lycans, I managed to find a suitable place for it. Maria was very excited, but I, not so much. The idea of ââa gossipy villager entering my house⌠talking to my little girl⌠I didn't like it, but just seeing Maria's shining eyes, I got used to it.
âHere she is!â the girl shrieked, running towards the door, which someone had knocked on. It was that disgusting teacher, no doubt. âVai, mamma!â
âI'm coming,â I said in a whisper, putting on my veil and approaching the door, opening it slowly.
I was expecting to find an old woman, a petulant old woman who was no longer in her prime, but I was petrified. Behind the door, there was a rather young woman, smiling and⌠beautiful, terribly beautiful.
âH-Hello,â the young woman said, waking me from a reverie. I wasnât expecting someone like that. âItâs an honor to meet you, Lady Beneviento.â
âAre you the teacher?â Angie asked, speaking for me, uncomfortably studying the girl, who seemed scared by her presence. I donât blame her.
âYes, my name is (Y/N),â she said, extending her hand towards me, a hand that I briefly looked at, but didnât shake, making her withdraw it awkwardly. âUm⌠well⌠so you want to learn to play the piano, right?â
âNo,â I said with my hoarse voice, while my daughter came out from behind me, looking with the same surprise as me at that girl. âNot me.â
âHello,â Maria said, with an elegant gesture. âI'm Maria Beneviento, and I'm your new student,â she said with an amused smile, shaking her hand, something I couldn't do.
âOh, wow, I didn't know that... that it was you,â the young woman said, looking at me and then at the girl, making a small, friendly bow âI thought I was going to teach you, Lady Beneviento.â
âNo, my mother doesn't have a clue about music, she only knows how to make dolls,â the girl said, amused, causing me to give her a gentle slap on the shoulder as a reprimand. âOh, but she makes them very well, I promise.â
âYour mother? You mean...? Are you her daughter?â the pianist asked, looking at me with a frown and a bewildered expression.
âYes, of course,â the little girl said, guiding the visitor through the house. âDon't you see how much we look alike?â she asked, pointing to the portrait on the stairs.
âOh, um⌠is that you?â (Y/N) asked, looking at me and pointing at the portrait. I didn't move, nor did I say a single word, obviously. âW-Wow, your really look alike, you're like two peas in a pod.â
âIsn't that right?â Maria laughed, taking the stranger's hand and leading her into the living room. âThis way, (Y/N)â
âI-It's funny. I didnât know you had a daughter, my lady,â the young woman said, walking towards the piano next to my little girl, looking at me out of the corner of her eye, distrustful.
âMm,â I murmured, not giving importance to her comment, approaching Maria. âTesoro, I'm going to the workshop, Angie will stay with you, if something happensâŚâ
âMamma⌠non preocuparti,â Maria said, sitting on the stool in front of the piano, next to that unknown girl.
âVa bene,â I whispered, giving one last look to the young woman, who did the same quickly. I could see the fear in her eyes.
Reluctant, but with no other choice, I left them alone.
It must have been an entertaining afternoon, since Angie didn't warn me of any danger, but she did when that girl was about to leave.
âGrazie, (Y/N), see you tomorrow,â Maria said, waving her hand goodbye, while I, suspicious, walked with the young woman to the door.
âYour daughter is very talented, my lady,â (Y/N) commented, before leaving through the door.
âMm,â I murmured in an impatient tone, wishing she would leave at once.
âWell, she has to practice, but I think she can be a great pianist if she puts her mind to it,â the young woman said, with no intention of leaving. âIt's unbelievable that she's just eight years old, she's very intelligent.â
âI know that already,â I whispered impatiently, handing her a bag of coins.
âOh, um, thanks,â she said, putting them in her purse. âI was surprised that you had a daughter⌠well, in the village we neverâŚâ
âI know,â I cut her words off abruptly, with a tired sigh. âNo one has to know about my life.â
âYes, well, I understand,â she said, scratching the back of her neck. âForgive my indiscretion, I know it's none of my business but⌠What about her father?â
The Angie doll, who was listening next to me, began to laugh outrageously, drawing our attention.
âStupid,â Angie said, pointing at the girl with her finger and pretending to laugh loudly. âYou're so stupid⌠Donna is Maria's mother, get it? She's her mother, she impregnated a maid andâŚâ
âAngieâŚâ I hissed nervously.
âWhat?â the pianist asked, looking at me and speaking in a small voice when she realized her mistake.
I, nervous and embarrassed, clenched my fists tightly on both sides of my hips.
âOh, shit, I mean⌠I understand, oh, I⌠w-well, I had heard rumors but they seemed⌠I mean, it's okay, well, there's a huge woman, a fish man⌠it's not that I find it strange or anything like that, I meanâŚâ she said nervously, not knowing where to run.
I crossed my arms furiously, wanting to make her live the worst of her nightmares, but then I thought of Maria and I restrained myself.
âShut up,â I demanded with a firm tone. âI advise you to stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong,â I threatened walking a step towards her, making the girl back off.
âI'm sorry. It's just thatâŚâ she said, visibly nervous, refusing to look at my face.
âDoes my Donna's penis disgust you, silly?â Angie said, making me burn with rage.
âAngie! Taci, taci, taci!â I screamed furiously, kicking the floor. The piano played in the background, Maria was oblivious to the conversation, fortunately.
âWhat? Oh, no, no, not at all⌠I have no problem with that,â the pianist said, putting her hands in a position of surrender. âB-besides, I'm just your daughter's piano teacher, I have no intention of snooping in your⌠business. I was just⌠I was just curious.â
âCuriosityâŚâ I began in a dark tone, making it clear to that stupid village girl what her place was.
âKilled the cat, I know,â she finished, with a nervous smile. âI just want to say that, well, that⌠your daughter is great.â
âMm,â I growled, looking away and closing the door in her face. âCazzo, AngieâŚâ
The doll, realizing that she had given too much information, ran off towards Maria, who was playing the keys, surely putting into practice what she had learned.
âLook, mamma, I know the scale,â the girl said, gesturing for me to come closer as she softly played the piano.
âMeraviglioso, Maria,â I sighed, relaxing with the soft sound of the instrument.
âSo⌠what do you think?â my daughter murmured, looking at the floor. âAbout (Y/N).â
â(Y/N)?â I asked annoyed, sighing as I took off my veil. âShe's just some ordinary village girl.â
âNo, not at all. She's great, she's super smart, and she plays really well, and she's also really beautiful, don't you think, mamma?â Maria said, following me through the mansion.
âMm, maybe she is,â I commented distractedly. She was right, that girl was very beautiful⌠but a nuisance too. âYour lessons, Maria, don't forget them,â I said in a motherly tone, pointing to her study books.
The visits from that unpleasant girl continued. Maria learned a lot from (Y/N), although I didn't like to admit it. Little by little I got used to the presence of that nosy villager, maybe too much, since, from time to time, I came up from the workshop to see how she taught my daughter.
They seemed to get along really well, and every day her beauty was much more evident to me, but I didn't give it any importance, she was still an idiot.
âThat's it, you learn very quickly Maria,â (Y/N) said as I approached slowly. âIt's noticeable that you practice a lot.â
âOf course I do, so I don't forget,â the little girl said, swinging her legs on the stool.
âUm, Maria⌠I'd like to ask you something,â the teacher whispered, looking around, probably afraid that I would appear.
That made me back off and hide in the shadows. I wanted to hear what that stupid girl was saying about me, I was sure she would say something about me.
âVa bene,â my daughter said, distracted, touching the keys.
âHey, your motherâŚâ the young woman murmured, attracting my attention even more. âYour mother is a bit scary, isn't she?â
âMamma Donna?â Maria asked and shook her head. âNot at all, are you scared of my mamma?â
âUm, well,â the girl said, with a nervous smile. âShe's a Lord and⌠well, in the village everyone fears her.â
âBah, nonsense,â my daughter said, gesturing with her hand. âThat's because they don't know her. Donna is nice.â
âReally? Does she take good care of you?â she asked in a more confident tone, something that made me burn with rage.
How could that stupid woman question my way of taking care of my daughter?
âOh, yes, she is very intelligent, she teaches me many things,â Maria said, making me sigh with relief.
âUm⌠what about your other mother? Don't you miss her?â (Y/N) asked, making me want to end her existence.
âNot really,â the girl said, lowering her head. âI never got to know her. Mamma Donna told me that she was her maid and that she⌠abandoned us.â
âChiudi il beccoâŚâ I muttered in a whisper. âMaledizioneâŚâ
âGods, thatâs⌠horrible,â the young woman said, changing her expression.
âWell, it's the past. Donna took care of me and raised me by herself, and I assure you that it must not be easy to do that, and even more so with a daughter like me,â Maria said amused. âI don't usually give her any trouble, but⌠she has to put up with me.â
âMm, I see,â (Y/N) said, tenderly stroking Maria's hair. âI see that I was wrong about her, I'm sorry for doubting your mother.â
âIt doesn't matter,â Maria said, putting on a strange expression. âPeople say horrible things about her, but I know they're lies. My mamma is mentally ill, but that doesn't mean she's not a good person, she really is.â
âYes, I see,â the pianist said, looking back, without seeing me. âIf you say so, I believe youâŚâ
âForgive her if she was abrupt with you,â my daughter said, apologizing for my aggressive attitude. âShe's just very lonely. I'm convinced that her character will improve when she meets someone.â
âMm, maybe, but being alone isn't that bad, you know? I am too,â the young woman said.
âOh, really?â the little girl asked. âThat's interestingâŚâ she murmured, with a tone that forced me to intervene. âWouldn't you like to meet someone?â
âWell, IâŚâ
âAhem,â I cleared my throat, walking nervously towards them. (Y/N) looked at me briefly, immediately lowering her head. âIt's time, isn't it?â
âMm, sĂŹ, mamma,â Maria said, getting off the stool.
The young pianist stood up with a friendly gesture.
âYour daughter has been great, as always, my lady,â the young woman said, not daring to look at me. âIt's a pleasure to teach her.â
âYou don't have to be that formal. You can call her Donna, vero, mamma? Maria said, with a slightly strange voice.
âI guess,â I said reluctantly, making the girl laugh nervously.
âW-Well, Donna then,â (Y/N) whispered, with a shy laugh.
âMamma, do you know that (Y/N) is also alone? What a coincidence, huh?â the girl asked, comically tugging at my dress, putting the stupid villager in a tight spot.
âMaria,â I said in a dark voice. I didn't know why, but that comment made me blush.
âDon't worry, Donna, your daughter is adorable, she just says what she thinks,â the young woman said, picking up the scores.
âMa, mamma, are you going to let her go?â Maria insisted, making me very nervous. âYou should be nice and invite her to tea. Sheâs been coming here for almost a month.â
âMariaâŚâ I hissed nervously, while (Y/N) laughed again, shaking her head. âStop annoying her, Iâm sure sheâll have better things to do.â
âT-Truth be told,â the pianist said, arching her eyebrows. âI could use some tea, if itâs not too much trouble.â
âUgh, okay,â I muttered, threatening with my daughter my gaze making her fled with Angie.
That was the beginning of a strange routine. After piano lessons, (Y/N) started to stay with us for a while, having tea, helping Maria with her homeworkâŚ
Over time, I couldn't say that that stupid girl started to catch my attention, but I did stop thinking that she was... well, stupid. She was a kind, funny girl, who made Maria and Angie laugh, and she was kind to me, kinder than anyone ever was, no one, not even Helga.
I couldn't help but notice a certain conspiracy in my little girl's words and actions, hinting several times at how lonely her poor mother was when I wasn't around, or telling me directly that (Y/N) was single too.
I couldn't blame her for wanting to have what she never had, for wanting another mother, but... it was simply impossible, it would never be possible, although deep down, that pianist girl caught my attention more than I would like to admit.
âWell, I better go, thank you very much for the tea, Donna,â (Y/N) said, after an afternoon of games with Angie and the girl, something of which I was only a spectator. âSee you tomorrow, huh, girls?â she said amused, high-fiving Maria and Angie.
âHey, but it's really late,â my daughter commented, looking out the window. âHey, (Y/N), why don't you stay for dinner?â
âOh, for dinner?â the young woman asked blinking and looking for an answer in me. âW-well, IâŚâ
âDon't listen to her,â I said quickly, putting a warning hand on Maria's shoulder.
âMamma,â the little girl protested, breaking away from my grip while (Y/N) smiled, picking up her coat. âI'm trying to help you.â
âWho asked you for help, brat? Basta,â I hissed sternly but nervously.
âWell⌠it's true that it's late,â (Y/N) said, oblivious to my reprimands, looking at me shyly. âMaybe it's not a bad idea.â
âOf course itâs not,â Maria said, freeing from my reprimand and taking the young pianist by the hand. âCome, sit down, did you know that la mia mamma cooks like an angel? You'll see.â
âMaria!â I growled, clenching my fists. âWhat are you...?â
âShow her that what I say is true, vai, Donna,â my daughter said, pushing me by the legs.
I had no choice but to obey, going down to the kitchen to prepare that improvised dinner.
âMm, where's Maria?â I asked dryly, leaving the food on the table, a table that was only occupied by (Y/N), who looked at me amused, shrugging.
âShe told me that she wasnât hungry and she wanted to leave us alone, you know, so that we could talk about adult stuff.â
âOh, questa bambinaâŚâ I lamented, understanding her intentions.
âI think she's set us up, hasn't she?â the young woman joked, while I, exhausted, served her some wine.
âI'm sorry, I don't know what she was thinking,â I said, apologizing for Maria's behavior. Oh, yes, that girl would get a deserved scolding.
âIt doesn't matter, it might be good to get to know each other a bit better,â (Y/N) commented. âUmâŚâ she said, frowning as she saw how, clumsily, I handled my black veil to eat. âUm⌠Donna, that's not necessary. You don't need it, you can trust me.â
âYou'll get scared,â I said nervously, paralyzed.
âNo, I won't,â she said, with a lower voice, somewhat trembling.
It was absurd to continue with that nonsense, the best thing would be to scare that stupid girl away so she never came back and stopped⌠constantly sneaking into my thoughts. With a slow gesture I took off my veil, refusing to see her expression.
âMm, wowâŚâ the young woman sighed, with a smile that I couldn't interpret. âIt's true, you two are exactly the same.â
âDon't pretend. You know I'm horrible,â I said, gripping the fork tightly.
âNo, you're not⌠Let's see⌠what have you prepared for me?â the girl said, ignoring my hisses and taking a look at the dinner. âEverything looks great.â
âPici all'amatriciana,â I murmured distrustfully.
âOh, well, let's check if it's as good as it looks,â she said, rubbing her hands and starting to eat, without erasing that smile from her face.
At first it was a tense, silent dinner, only interrupted by (Y/N)'s praises. Everything seemed wonderful and perfect to her, even⌠even my face. Little by little, I suppose thanks to the wine, the conversation began to flow naturally. It seemed unlikely, but that girl and I had a lot in common and we even⌠we even laughed, laughed a lot.
I realized why Maria was so obsessed with her. She was a wonderful girl, kind, funny⌠and terribly beautiful too.
âI had a great time,â the young woman said with a tender smile as I walked with her to the door. âReally.â
âYes, um⌠me too, (Y/N),â I said in a low voice, with a strange blush on my cheeks.
âYou know what? I think I now understand your daughterâs insistence on me getting to know you,â she commented distractedly, looking at the floor, turning her ankle on it. âYou are a very special woman, Donna.â
âYes, special is the word,â I said suspiciously, crossing my arms.
The girl laughed, shaking her head and putting a hand on my arm.
âNo, what I mean is that⌠well, I don't regret having gotten to know you,â she whispered in a low voice, leaving behind her words, an awkward moment of silence.
âM-Me neither,â I stammered unintentionally, smiling genuinely.
âSee you,â the girl said, removing her hand from my arm with a tender smile, suddenly stepping back. âOh, bye girls,â she said, waving her hand and looking upstairs, where Angie and Maria were discreetly spying.
âCiao!â they said in unison when I closed the door, sighing and glancing sideways at my daughter and the doll.
âCazzoâŚâ I hissed, quickly climbing the stairs while those two mischievous girls fled to their room. âHey, you two!â
âOh, mamma, I was going to sleep,â Maria said, putting on her pajamas in a hurry.
âNo, young lady, what were you thinking?â I asked, annoyed by the trick, with my hands on my hips. âWho taught you to conspire like that?â
âUmâŚâ the girl murmured, looking unintentionally at Angie, who hid under the sheets. âI only did it for you, mamma, so that you are not alone anymore.â
âOh, cavoloâŚâ I lamented, with a hand on my forehead. âMaria, tesoro, you don't have to decide those things for me, do you hear me? They are adultsâ matters.â
âI know but⌠I think you two get along wonderfully,â the girl said with an almost pleading voice. âAnd you two are aloneâŚâ
âMariaâŚâ
âBesides, dinner was a complete success, you even took off your veil,â she said with an amused smile, climbing into bed while I reluctantly tucked her in. âAlthough you have to improve your conversation, you're very clumsy, mamma.â
âThat IâmâŚ?â I asked, feigning offense. âWell, it doesn't matter.â
âDon't you like (Y/N)? Not even a little?â Maria asked in a sleepy voice, rubbing her eyes.
âUm, I⌠W-Well I⌠yes, I like her,â I admitted embarrassed, with a sob. âBut tesoro, that's notâŚâ
âShe likes you, she speaks very well of you,â she sighed, exhausted, closing her eyes. âMamma.â
âMm?â
âIf I could go back in time and choose⌠I would like (Y/N) to be my other motherâŚâ she said in a sleepy whisper, without really being aware she had said it.
I sighed, moved by her words and approached to kiss her on the forehead, thoughtful.
âMm, I'm not surprised that you want it, tesoro... (Y/N) is... wonderful.â
Admitting that I had feelings for (Y/N) took me longer than I thought, but I couldn't help it. Without wanting to, knowing that there would never be another chance to feel love, to believe in it, I did it, I fell in love with her, madly.
Dinners were common, laughter, too. Sometimes we were alone and sometimes Angie and Maria accompanied us, making the laughter increase more and more. I began to wish for those visits, to get sad when that girl left. There was tension between us, I could notice it, I could notice her bright gaze in mine, silent pauses in which neither of us knew what to say.
Too much pressure and I was too much of a coward.
âYou have to do it, mamma,â my little girl told me, while I waited for (Y/N) to arrive, walking around the living room and shaking my head.
âI can't do itâŚâ I sighed, rejecting her proposition again.
âIf you don't tell (Y/N) how you feel about her, she'll never know, imagine if she meets someone,â the girl said walking exactly like me.
âIt's not that easy, Maria, you'll realize when you're older,â I said in a dark, nervous voice.
âI don't want to lose the opportunity to have another mom just because you're a coward!â the girl protested, nervous, impatient.
I turned around abruptly, gritting my teeth and crouching down next to my daughter, grabbing her by the collar of her dress.
âYou think I don't know!? Huh?â I screamed furiously while my daughter, scared, covered herself with her hands.
âMamma,â she said trembling, making me react.
âGods⌠tesoro, I'm sorry,â I said, placing her dress and caressing her cheek.
Maria nodded slowly, comforting my nerves with a tender hug.
âI don't know how to do it, I don't know how to tell her that⌠that I love her,â I murmured, with the girl's warm hands in mine, controlling my madness.
âCalm down, mamma, I'll think of something,â she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek and going to the door, since (Y/N) had already arrived.
The smiles danced between us again. I had long since gotten used to staying in the living room while (Y/N) taught Maria, to watch her fingers caress the keys, to see her beautiful and tender face, the incredibly sweet way she treated my babyâŚ
âWell, very well, mate,â (Y/N )said when Maria showed her what she had learned. âI think we can move on to something more complicated.â
âYeah, hey, (Y/N),â Maria said, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. âI thought⌠I've never heard you play⌠you know, a whole song. I'm sure my mamma would really like to hear you.â
âWould her?â the young woman asked, looking at me with blushing cheeks.
I looked at her and nodded slowly, tilting my head.
âMm, okay, well⌠let me seeâŚâ the girl said, searching through her folder of music. âLet's see⌠Oh, what do you think of this one? It has your name on it,â (Y/N) said, handing a sheet to my daughter, who looked at it carefully.
âOh, yeah, this one is perfect,â Maria said with wide eyes, looking at me over the paper with a knowing smile.
âAhem, wellâŚâ (Y/N) coughed as Maria stood up to sit next to me.
âDi niente,â my daughter whispered with a discreet clearing of the throat, making me frown.
âCosa?â I asked, silenced by a nudge.
âShh⌠ascolta, mamma.â
The music started to play, and I recognized it immediately.
âAve MariaâŚâ (Y/N) began to sing, letting me discover her beautiful voice, the most beautiful I had ever heard. âGratia plena⌠Ave, ave DominusâŚâ
My mind immediately transported itself to several decades ago, before Mother Miranda, before the Black Gods, when I was just a girl, a tormented girl. Yes, I remembered those times when villagers were allowed to profess the faith they chose as long as they lived with the dark deities.
They were difficult times, but nothing compared to my current life.
I remember my family singing that song at Christmas, on special occasions. My mother, my father, my little sister, my grandparents⌠all of us together, like a vision of what once was and never came back.
I couldn't help but let a tear run down my face as I remembered, as I imagined what would have become of me if Miranda had never been so ambitious, if my life hadn't changed, if my body hadn't changed and Maria had never been born.
No, Maria wasn't a mistake, she was the best thing that ever happened to me, my little laughing baby who wondered where her mother was, what had happened to her.
I regret many things, my little Maria, but not having you as a daughter.
I remembered those sleepless nights with inconsolable cries, I remember losing my nerves, my mind, and I remembered⌠I remembered how I rocked my little Maria, how I sang to her to make her fall asleep in my arms, how I sang that song to her, that Ave Maria, by SchubertâŚ
Damn clever girl, she knew it, she knew that the melody, those words in Latin would touch my soul. I'm proud of you, tesoro.
Slowly, unable to move voluntarily, I got up from the couch while (Y/N) played and sang, approaching her, sitting next to her on the stool. She looked at me, still singing, but smiling.
I looked at the keys, bringing my hand closer to them and looking for a sign to continue. The young woman nodded, with a tender smile.
âNunc et in hora mortisâŚâ we sang at the same time while playing the keys. It had been a long time since I had done it. âEt in hora mortis nostrae⌠Ave⌠MariaâŚâ
âGreat!â Maria said, clapping enthusiastically along with Angie.
I paid no attention to her, my eye were fixed on (Y/N)'s and hers on mine.
âWow, Maria told me you didn't know how to play it,â she whispered after a tense moment, without moving from my uncomfortable proximity.
âW-Well, I don't know as much as you⌠I'm quite rusty,â I said with a honeyed, but nervous voice.
âAngie, let's go,â Maria said, looking at me and winking, taking the doll's hand that was protesting in a childish way.
âI-I used to sing this to Maria as a lullaby,â I said, daring to break that silence. âIt brings back memories to me.â
âIt must have been very difficult to raise a girl on your own, right?â (Y/N) commented, playing nervously with her hands.
âYes, it was but⌠it was worth it,â I said with a smile, looking at the corner where Maria ran off to.
âYes, of course, she's an amazing girl, Donna,â the young woman said, looking away.
âYes, I⌠(Y/N) IâŚâ I stammered, with a cold sweat running down my forehead, hitting the keys unintentionally. âI'm sorry, I⌠I want to tell you that⌠when you're here I⌠I feel, I feel like smiling again, and seeing you leave⌠It makes me sad.â
The girl laughed embarrassed, lowering her gaze but letting me continue and gain enough courage to extend my trembling hand to hers, which she let me do, interlacing our fingers.
âI would understand if you said no but⌠I don't know, (Y/N), maybe⌠maybe you'd like⌠not to leave again.â
âMamma! Don't tell her that! It's creepy!â Maria, who was, of course, spying, shrieked.
âOddio⌠go to your room!â I shrieked nervously without taking my hand off (Y/N)'s.
âDonna,â the pianist said, putting a hand on my cheek, turning my face towards hers. âDo you want me to stay? With you?â
âI⌠yesâŚâ I said looking down, something I couldn't really do, since her hand prevented me from doing so. âI want you to stay⌠with me, with us andâŚâ
I couldn't continue speaking, since her lips collided with mine without warning, kissing me deeply, slowly, in a sweet and addictive way.
Without wanting to do so, I pulled away, blinking confused, looking at her sweet smile, her eyes shining as she looked at me.
âI'm in love with you, (Y/N),â I finally confessed, throwing myself back into her slow, wet kisses, into her laughter that bounced off my lips, tickling them.
âYou're a wonderful woman, Donna Beneviento,â (Y/N) whispered. âI'm crazy about you⌠And⌠well, I wouldn't mind staying with you. Well, I would like that you and Maria⌠were my familyâŚâ
âReally?â
âReallyâ
âGreat!â Maria shrieked, running into (Y/N)'s arms, catching her off guard. âSee, mamma? It wasn't that hard.â
âOh, taci,â I said amused, shaking my head.
âIt's the happiest day of my life,â my daughter said, hugging us both. âI love you!â
âHey, come on, stop bothering,â I said, lowering her to the floor lovingly.
âCerto... I have to talk to Angie... my little sibling is getting closer...â
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Hiii just wondering if you could please translate this interview Maria gave about Franco? https://youtu.be/AqMKHpuQHLw?si=l9pbKdUVwM52dMuY
Sure, here it is! I skipped a few less interesting parts. For those who don't know, MarĂa is one of his 2 managers.
About the 2025 rumors: "All those rumors circulating about Franco signing for a seat are 100% not true. There isn't anything signed. I don't know if you've seen Jamie's [Franco's second manager] tweet saying 'Thanks for the info [about Franco confirmed at Red Bull] how strange, you found out before I did!'. For now Franco is a Williams driver, we have 3 races left with them and at the moment we're in Williams. James himself said he's negotiating with other teams, it's a discussion between teams that I can't say much because I don't know. There is a wish for Franco to stay in F1 in 2025, from so many people: his fans, us, the F1 itself would love for him to continue, Williams themselves are pushing to make it possible. If that wish becomes a reality we'll announce it when it happens for sure. For now, there is not any signed contract."
"I admire Franco so much. The way he's been dealing with the pressure and exigency of F1 is admirable. I was sure it was going to be like this, but he's still 21 years old, working with the mindset of a much older person. The physical and emotional effort he's putting in is impressive."
About how they take much more care of Franco now: "In F1, the only difference is that the exposure is many times higher. Now Jamie and I pay much more attention to the way this is affecting him, how he deals with this exposure and everything that's been happening to him. In that sense, the good and bad things have intensified a lot. So we are keeping an eye on him almost every second, both on and off the track."
About Franco meeting fans and signing their stuff even after Sunday's race: "That's just his nature. We spent the entire weekend hearing crazy stories of people who traveled to Brazil from Argentina by motorbike, people who didn't even have a ticket for the race, people getting wet in the rain. And he was incredibly moved, he felt that very intensively, saying 'what a wonderful thing is happening to me, look at all those people!'. From the paddock we all could constantly hear their chants, songs and screams, and everyone else was like 'what is going on?! what is this?!'. That is super positive for Franco, he couldn't stop coming out, he just wanted to go out and greet them. Obviously by the look of his face, his mood, he wasn't very excited at that moment, but he didn't want to stop giving back just a little bit of their constant support. He's still the same person [as before F1]. After the race he went out with that [sad] face, because he thought 'all those poor people, coming all the way to Brazil and look at what happened'. He felt like he had to do it for them, saying it's for all these people that he has to do well."
"We would've loved to be at the banderazo. Picture this: before leaving we even had to buy an extra suitcase just for all the gifts Franco received this weekend. It's been incredible."
About the impact of Franco's fans on F1: "I don't know if you've seen it, but now the Instagram account of F1 has been posting in Spanish (targeted to hispanic countries). I don't remember the F1 ever making such an amount of posts in Spanish before. This means that the F1 is embracing with gratefulness this community, these new argentinian fans and everyone Franco's bringing in."
About Brazil GP: "It was tough, it started tough and it ended tough. Considering it was an unknown track for him, his first time there, the tricky rain conditions we had, if I go back to all the sessions I think Franco was quite fast, even though he couldn't try the inters until the race because of his crash in quali. So I'm happy with the work he's done, considering he's a rookie, it was his 6th race, the wet unknown track, he did a good job. At the end there was too much water, in the straight there were two big rivers. Unfortunately he aquaplaned in one of them and lost the car, there was nothing else he could do. It can happen to you, like it happened to him and many others, or it can't. So it happened, the conditions weren't good and there isn't anything to throw in his face by my part."
About his relationship with his race engineer and their radio in Brazil: "It's always like this, maybe Franco has an opinion and GaĂŤtan has another, sometimes they agree but the most important part is that they win and lose together. Franco and GaĂŤtan will win and lose together, in the good and bad times. We'll never know what would've happened if they had listened to Franco [about him repeatedly asking for wet tyres before his crash]. The point is that him and Franco have a great connection, he trusts a lot in his criteria and this hasn't changed at all. They're always together in the simulator, now going for Vegas and thinking about the future."
About Franco feeling bad for the mechanics after his crash: "He wanted to be there helping in any way he could. I don't know what other drivers do but Franco is very affectionate with all the members of his team and greets them every morning, says goodbye to everyone every night, he has a special connection with them. His biggest worry was the effort they had to put to fix his car so he was constantly coming in and out of the garage, asking if he could help with anything, supporting them and thanking them."
About his relationship with Alex and the overall climate in Williams: "The best thing is that it's like a small family. It's our first F1 team so we can't really compare, but it feels good to work there, it doesn't feel like you're in F1 and feels like we're still in MP [F2]. Everyone is lovely and it's a pretty family-like climate."
#she did another interview that was practically the same but also mentioned franco's been working very closely with his therapist gustavo#which is really good to hear#them having to buy an extra suitcase to fit all his gifts <3 what he deserves#sorry for any grammar mistake i'm kinda tired lol#franco colapinto#fc43#f1#williams racing#brazil gp 2024#marĂa catarineu
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Iâm back to talk about transfemme Wade (who I think would refuse to go by Wanda bc âwe already have one of them, donât wanna confuse the fans!â) but in an embarrassing amount of thought so anon-
I feel like she has so many wigs that sit along the wall of their room, one for every occasion (Logan talked her out of getting a massive Miku length one bc she would never take care of it Well enough-), her favorite is the Barbie of just a cute blonde ponytail that sometimes sheâd clip colorful strips into. Sometimes she showers wearing a wig for the Euphoria of her bf being pissed thereâs a bunch of plastic in the drain- she goes through so many phases of what style she likes, their living room was full of amazon boxes at some point and Logan was âforcedâ to sit through a fashion show and give his opinions, and while he doesnât know the difference between Lolita (THE STYLE THE STYLE!!!!) and Harijuku, all he knows is his girl is beaming and rambling a mile a minute and he canât make himself veto any outfit she shows off. Unfortunately his real favorite look of hers involves the same t shirts and boxers she wore before coming out, no makeup, no wig, face mushed into his chest and just Content as can be. He doesnât care about her putting on a big effort to look femme (though will always lovingly praise looks so the RSD doesnât trigger), as long as sheâs happy and safe, heâs so lucky to have her đŠˇđŠˇđŠˇđŠˇđŠˇđŠˇđŠˇđŠˇđŠˇ anyways I go ESPLODE NOW thinking of my self ship with her-
WAILS AND RUBS MY FACE ALL OVER THIS LIKE A HAPPY CAT
AWHHHHHHH
she is everything to me. EVERYTHINGGGGG
[UNDER A CUT for discussions of bottom dysphoria - as well as related self-inflicted violence, but in a Poolverine way where violence is consensual and sexy and fun for everyone involved!]
I need her to be happy and to find joy and to have a million wigs and for Logan to love her just as much with them as without them, while bitching something rotten while he pulls the gross wads of plastic faux-hair out the drain
I need her to drape herself over Logan's lap like a happy housecat only Logan's the one who starts (embarrassedly) purring as he strokes her because he's so delighted and comfortable in his life right now~ And Wade is just being VIBRATED by the very loud proof of her boyfriend's love of her.... And she is smiling the GOOFIEST grin while Logan turns bright red!
I need her to turn to Logan after a long day of murder and they start pulling voraciously at each other's clothes - only Logan freezes STARSTRUCK because. Damn. And Wade's kinda confused and a bit self conscious, but tries to hide it under jokes until Logan says in this gruff, choked voice - "You look so fucking good in red" and she looks down to see where she's pulling off her costume and she's just fucking covered in this glossy red satin dress of her own blood â¤ď¸
(And Logan maybe buys her a long red evening dress that she's probably never gonna have occasion to wear, but he's flushing so much when he presents it that he almost matches the colour, and he wants to see her in it so bad, and whenever Wade wears it around the house just casually, she gets picked up and fucked against the nearest wall lmao)
I need Logan dipping her effortlessly in a kiss, and she feels so fucking weightless in his arms â¤ď¸
I need them baking together before Laura comes around and they both keep burning shit but they're laughing and having a good time and there's a smudge of flour on Wade's nose and Logan is imploding internally over how cute she is
I also need her to casually say to Logan one day when the Bottom Dysphoria is particularly bad, 'hey can you chop off my dick while fucking me and then just keep chopping it off whenever it tries to grow back??' and Logan is like 'what the fuck babe' and 'I have a vague sense that I shouldn't enable this' and 'babe are you fucking sure' and Wade is like 'yeah I get off on pain and that would make me very very happy, plus it will do no lasting damage <3' and Logan is like 'OOKAY I GUESS' and then they have fun horrific bloody mutilation sex that would look absolutely awful to anyone else but is actually very tender and affirming and cute
#poolverine#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool#wade wilson#deadpool x wolverine#logan howlett#wolverine#deadclaws#peanutbub#violence#tw blood#tw gore
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Alongside Stan, we've also seen Kenny experience addiction issues. Most notably in the episode Major Boobage, where he spends the majority of the time favouring the escapism that cat pee offers him from his day to day life. Kenny is often spending his time taking care of his sister, dealing with his parents' own inebriation and their tendencies towards domestic abuse, as well as having to go through painful deaths over and over again. The relief and happiness he feels when he is able to go into another world, where he is experiencing the things that he loves (good looking women, obviously), is enough to make him do it again and again (despite how worried his friends are).
This is similar to Stan, as seen in Ass Burgers when he has to come to terms with his parents divorce, as well as developing depression and a sense of cynicism in the world. He takes to alcohol very easily in order to numb the pain and be able to make it through his day.
Kenny and Stan are both victims of addiction being passed down genetically; Kenny with his parents being addicts and Stan with his father and grandfather being addicts. However, I do think their reactions to addiction is very different, and it all comes down to the environment in which they were raised.
For Kenny, he grew up with two parents who were very clearly addicts. There was no hiding it, they were always drunk or high and their kids knew that. Kenny as Mysterion even asked them to stop getting high as frequently as they do, which is seen in the episode Mysterion Rises when Carol says they did what he asked and they "stopped gettin' high every night." Kenny has deep rooted trauma which stems from his parents addiction and what happens because of it, like neglect and domestic violence. That is why when Gerald is giving his speech at the end of Major Boobage and he says "Problem is, the more you go into that world, the more you need to go. Until you start blowing off all the real people who care about you." Kenny resonates with this, looking down guiltily and saying to himself "Yeah, I guess so."
Him and his siblings experience this everyday and that has real material effects on their lives. This is seen in The Poor Kid when the McCormick siblings are taken into foster care because of their parents neglect. Karen asks why her mom and dad went to jail and Kenny replies with sentiments that are similar to Geralds speech, of them "blowing off" the people that care for them in real life; "Sometimes, people do stupid things. Sometimes they don't realize what should have come first. Until it's too late."
He doesn't want to become like his parents, he wants to put his family (and more specifically, his little sister) first. Because she's all he's got, because he has taken on the role of her caregiver due to his parents struggle with addiction. If he gives into his own 'needs', who will be there for her? That is why he restrains himself and that is why the way he has been brought up, despite being surrounded by addicts from a young age, has made him want to distance himself from substances.
This is not to say that Stan's upbringing didn't have an effect on his addiction, but the Marshes are able to put on the front of a more put together family due to their economic status, in a way the McCormick's simply cannot. They are middle class, Randy has a good job, they live on the 'good' side of town. Randy is a terrible father and an idiot, who doesn't put much effort into his family members lives, but he is a functioning alcoholic. It is easier to hide and therefore, Stan's trauma is not as clearly linked to substances and addiction as Kenny's is. Stan also does not hold much responsibility for other family members in the way that Kenny does and because of this, it is easier for him to fall into his addiction in the way Kenny isn't. Stan isn't even particularly introduced to alcohol by his father, but rather a group of cynics.
However, this does not absolve Randy from his responsibility for his son's addiction or trauma. It still stems from Randy, but it also functions differently from Kenny's.
#south park#sp#stan marsh#sp stan#sp stan marsh#south park stan#south park stan marsh#kenny mccormick#south park kenny#sp kenny#sp kenny mccormick#south park kenny mccormick#mysterion#south park mysterion#sp mysterion#south park randy#south park randy marsh#sp randy#sp randy marsh#randy marsh#karen mccormick#sp karen#stuart mccormick#sp stuart#carol mccormick#sp carol#south park meta#noreenâs think pieces#south park analysis#sp stenny
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if i hear one more pro-ai take i fear i may start exploding people with my brain
#for legal reasons im not gonna explode anyone#but i am gonna be extremely pissed off#i think the thing that pisses me off the most about pro ai people is this sense of entitlement i see from a lot of people#like âoh well this person posted their art/writing/creativity online#so therefore the ai (and by extension me) is entitled to be able to use itâ#like its not the same at all as looking at another creators work and getting inspired#or when youre learning how to shape your style#its just taking other peopleâs work and passing it off as your own#like i get it sometimes youre not as good as you want to be or the motivation isnt there and you just want your ideas out there NOW#but you know what you do then?#you. fucking. practice.#if you donât care enough to put in the effort to actually make your ideas rather than stealing for other creatives?#then i dont care at all about what you âcreateâ#(obviously im not shaming people for being unable to put in effort due to any multitude of reasonsâsuch as disability lack of time etc)#but even then that doesnt mean you have to resort to stealing from other people#because thats what ai is. theft. simple as that.#generative ai just makes me so fucking angry#fuck ai#anti ai#anti ai art#stop ai#fuck ai art#down with ai#fuck ai everything#fuck ai writing#fuck ai all my homies hate ai
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Can we kill the whole âno attention on artwork is sad and means it was a waste of timeâ thing? Like Seriously can we kill it. I put a fuckton of effort into my art and it usually gets like, 10 likes, and that doesnât really matter to me bc I love making it. Iâm grateful for nice comments, but Iâm gonna keep making the stuff I make regardless.
Like ok Iâm not trying to sound all holier than thou here, but the amount of artists online who say stuff like ���this artwork was a flop, so Iâm feeling really discouragedâ is making me go crazy. Is that all it is for you guys? Content? When youâre making artwork are you just making content for an audience? No offence but I feel like thatâs a huge fucking waste of time, way more than making art you like and getting minimal attention on it.
#art#discourse#i guess??#Idk sorry I know I sound like an asshole but dude#the way people talk about art is crazy#Whereâs your love for what youâre doing? Who cares if it didnât blow up like you wanted? You still had fun making it right??#âPpl need to start rbing artists more all their effort is being ignored bc ppl hate artâ is some hot steaming bs too#Like oh Were you creating for attention? I didnât realize random peoples approval was that important to you my fault#Itâs such an accepted mentality too like âwell of course I want people to like my work that I put hours intoâ is#Seen as a completely reasonable statement which like. on the surface it is. But then u realize they consider 20 likes âno attentionâ#Is you liking it not enough? Are the 20 people who liked it not enough? Are your friends who gushed over it not enough?#Or do you not actually mean âpeopleâ when you say that#Do you maybe just want to feel an ego boost when you see a big number next to that thing you put hours into.#You feel like youâve earned a big number for all that otherwise wasted time#Itâs like a weird twist on consumerism#Where at some point for a lot of you I feel like youâre not making art. Youâre making a product.#Youâre just a commission artist except youâre not making any money#Itâs sad I hate it and if youâre an artist who talks about their art like this then I donât respect you#And I sure as hell donât respect your âartâ
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why does everything have to be a hecking issue with my sister
#she keeps getting on my case about the Theatre Boy thing which I would just like to hecking leave in the past#she keeps getting on my case bc I wear short shorts and spaghetti strap tank tops AROUND THE HOUSE AS LOUNGE CLOTHES#she's like DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT MODESTY and I'm like YOU WALK AROUND IN SHORTS AND A SPORTS BRA ALL THE TIME#(possibly bc I thought I could get away with wearing lounge clothes with a long shawl thing overtop the other day to worship practice#but I did in fact change my trousers after my mama pointed out that it wasn't super modest)#she keeps making comments about how I do inappropriate stuff on my phone bc I... watch one(1) sitcom?????#shows like that are IRREVERENT AS HECK like come on of course I'm not going to be totally open with my kid sister about them#I am an ADULT I can make my own choices about what content I will put up with in media#I can make my own choices about clothing if I think my mom's idea of ''anything more than an inch above the knee#is immodest'' is silly and restrictive for my body shape and comfort level personally#like... why does she have to act so high and mighty around me? she's in MIDDLE SCHOOL and I know I haven't always been the nicest to her#but I'm making the effort. I'm trying to get along with her and what I get is disdain on the daily in return :/#our mom said it's probably bc she was hoping I wouldn't move back in so she'd have our room to herself and now she's mad#that I'm back bc she has to share a space again and like I KNOW middle school ages SUCK I've BEEN THERE#but still I just. want to get along. but she picks on me and then I get frustrated and then I snap at her and it just doesn't end well#it's a nasty cycle tbh. I'm praying about it.#Lu rambles#personal#delete later
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so i just imagined augustus picking chosen up and now i'm unwell
#read somebody say that to them chosen is shorter than shayne and i live by that#chosen's lil clingy ass doesn't want augustus to leave so he climbs in his lap and clings to him. augustus just stands up with him#auggie carrying chosen to bed giggling and poking fun at chosen for how easy he is to carry#makes a comment about how he could carry chosen with him everywhere and chosen is embarrassed by how much he likes that#the idea of augustus wanting him around All of the time. the idea that augustus not only wants to Stay but wants#as well to put effort into that staying. to me chosen being in a relationship is a lot like a knight swearing fealty#but the motherfucker he's swearing fealty to like. just wants him to play games and relax and have fun with him#when your weird loyalty to your boyfriend betters your mental health bc he cares about you....... wack#mer rambles#i am unwell about them rn
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#it actually makes me sick like physically ill how much praise is heaped onto goyishe american leftists#people who could not point to gaza on a map six months ago. whose knowledge of middle east history comes from outdated textbooks and twitte#for being anti imperial activists and well educated anti imperialists with all the right buzzwords and all the right opinions#meanwhile nothing i say will ever be good enough bc i'm jewish and palestinians are tokenized by people who care more about appearing#like someone who Listens to Palestinians as opposed to 1) doing anything material to help them (like donating money)#and 2) not spreading obvious misinformation. something that does material damage to the cause of liberation#AND further fuels the most insidious of zionist propaganda which relies on the antisemitism of ignorant western goys#this propaganda banks on their antisemitism bc it's that fucking reliable#every white western goy that harasses jews or spreads misinfo about jews or is straight up just racist towards random israeli immigrants#ppl living in the west like running coffee shops that are now having their windows smashed bc that what? supports palestinian liberation?#makes it that much easier for actual zionist propagandists to say 'see. this was never about imperialism. they want an excuse to harm you.'#'you are only safe with us'#i grew up in a cauldron of this kind of propaganda and i was playing on hard mode i got it from the orthodox#it took years of dutiful unlearning. of wrestling with some really difficult realities. of realizing that i'd been not only lied to#but information had been deliberately kept from me to keep me from knowing the true depths of the horror happening in gaza#i did not get the luxury of starting to care about this six months ago during a concerted effort to correct the record#i had to put in the effort to unlearn two decades of propaganda given to me so young i don't remember a time when i didn't know it#and i am by far not the only jew with this experience#i have put in way more effort to care about this than every white western goy with a megaphone posting palestinian flags on IG#but none of that matters bc i am a jew and for the last 5000+ years we don't get to decide how we're discussed or how we're remembered#never mind how many jewish voices (and yes! even israeli voices!) have been supporting liberation efforts in palestine for years.#who've done an amazing job reaching more people who need help seeing through the propaganda they were raised on#i can only be a token who speaks only in protest chants or i can be an evil zionist. the anti imperial work doesn't matter.#bc anti imperial work is hard and none of them actually want to do it they just want the protest photos#anyway this is why i don't discuss this on the piss on the poor website. tbh i don't trust y'all
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can HSR and HI3 players please just stop with picking on Genshin players already? we all like Hoyoverse, there is literally no reason to trash on the other games to try and get people to play your favorites. if anything you've only made Genshin players avoid HSR and HI3. you've accomplished nothing.
this post is not about the rewards players of each game get, I'm only talking about the Hoyoverse fans who trash on Genshin just because they think the other games are soooo much better and their opinions are better than "those stupid Genshin players'"
seriously, stfu. it's a game. if you don't like it don't bully people who do. and especially don't follow it up with "my favorite game is better" đ
#hoyoverse#genshin impact#and if i see any reblogs or comments doing the same i will delete them. end of story#if you're one of the people who does this you're the problem. you're actively making the hoyo fans hate each other more by doing this.#just play your game and let people play what they want. it's not your life so it's none of your business#and yeah genshin has shitty rewards#but at least you can play for free and still enjoy the game.#not saying the other hoyo games aren't f2p but genshin is and that's part of why it attracts so many new players.#not just that but since Inazuma was rushed Hoyoverse has been making an effort to make the story better and less rushed.#idc that most patches are filler either. that's literally how it works y'all not every patch is going to be packed with lore#games take time to create and good stories can't be made for a game like Genshin in just three months.#if you don't believe me just look at Inazuma. they rushed that and tried to fit 5 acts worth of story into 3 and it did not go well.#games are passion projects and while i do agree that Hoyo wants your money it's important to remember that every game company is like that.#Genshin is not better or worse storywise just because the company can't make every patch not filler#or because Hoyo wants your money. like that's how it works what did you expect#the point is#the players who play Genshin for the story are having a great time and if you dislike that aspect just don't play it or engage with it.#the writers obviously care about Genshin enough to put massive amounts of effort into making it detail heavy and interesting.#if you think otherwise too bad ig that's not the game's fault#Genshin isn't your thing if you don't like the story. move on.#sorry for the rant#I'm not having such a good time and Hoyolab + the HI3/HSR community are so mean for no reason to Genshin players.#anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk
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hmm. had an actual conversation with nightmare coworker today that seemed mutually productive. she apologized for saying some bullshit that hurt my feelings and i clarified that my intentions are to help not to undermine her, and we both agreed that there's no competition against each other and that it's the lack of growth in our role that's the problem. it was...productive.
and further cementing for me that it is time to begin making my Exit. i will be sending out my resume to a few places this weekend.
i'm still processing the conversation, and am struggling to place myself in where i am responsible to better my behavior. because i genuinely don't want to be an ass, even though i really don't like this lady and will jump for joy the day i never have to see her again. she stated that she knows my intentions aren't to hurt her, and that she thinks i'm very kind. i apologized for if my behavior came off as undermining her, and said that my intentions are only to better my own growthâand that i know she's trying to succeed too. i validated her feelings, and complemented the effort she is putting in.
where i'm struggling with is: am i in the wrong/causing harm and needing to change if the issue is that her feelings are incongruent with what she knows of my intentions? her feelings are her responsibility (WOW i almost typed "her feelings are my responsibility". i feel like that's a freudian slip) and she states that she knows i don't mean to hurt her. i'm going to try to be more clear in wording my intentions with her (she feels like me trying to take work off her plate is to undermine her. when really, i'm caught up and see her getting overwhelmed, and i want to help and also have something to do since i'm bored).
but i'm really struggling to look at my role in this and pass judgement on myself. i can and want to do better, and i don't think i did anything wrong, but i'm always so hesitant to say it's not my fault or i didn't do something bad. like i can't trust my judgement on that. my intentions were good, her bad feelings are ones caused by her insecurities, which she more or less has expressed to be aware that they are not trueâthe hurtful thing she said to me, she acknowledged was said out of hurt and not what she actually thinks. so, is it fair to say i'm not the bad guy? i'm not in the wrong? i know good intentions that still result in harm don't absolve anyone, but when the things that are clashing are insufficient communication and reactive insecurities... i'm not a monster, am i?
#well. i AM probably a monster for how much i dislike this lady#but i don't ACT on it#and i genuinely couldn't care less about her. i participate in decent human pleasantries because i am a decent human.#and at work we're stuck together#the thing that's irked me so much about this conversation is just.. her self centeredness#that she thinks everyone is out to get her. to undermine her. whatever.#bitch nobody cares about you enough one way or the other to put in that kind of effort. i sure don't#i empathize but i do not sympathize. to feel that pit that makes you feel like the worst kind of center of attention#i get it. but genuinely you are not the main character and no one is going to spend their limited time and energy to slowly attack you#you are not the cat with all the knives pointed at it#it's a terrible feeling to feel like you are! but when it influences your behavior to the point that you are making snide comments#to people who have no option not to interact with you then uh. then you're in the wrong buddy#and the people around you (who cannot easily leave! bc work!) should not have to bend over backwards to assure you#that they're not pointing knives at you. to protect themselves from your feelings making you say mean shit#like yes. i can be more clear with my intentions. i'm generally not the greatest at that. but my baseline that i want to#modify my behavior from is NOT one that a regular well adjusted person would take as anything but kind#and if a regular well adjusted person got a little offput by me volunteering to take work off their hands we would've had a very chill#3 sentence conversation about it MONTHS AGO.#i understand and respect (even if i find it annoying and overbearing) the need for me to announce my intentions like im working in a kitchen#and saying 'hot water' or 'knife' as i move around other people but we shouldn't have reached this conclusion this way#and frankly who's to fucking say me being more clear with my intentions will only feed the flames of her thinking i'm out to get her!#'i caught up on my stuff and your plate looks full. i'm bored. anything i can do to help?' could be a pointed knife for all i know!!#and if it is- and my actions still hurt her in that scenario- am i still responsible for the hurt caused??#like WHERE DOES IT FUCKING E N D ?#personal#*exhales* okay i feel better now#i just hate talking about my interactions with her bc i just want NOTHING to do with it. i want her out of my head!!#but until i process it i can't let go#and i'm still going to have to go over all of this with my shrink tomorrow#it just makes me mad how much of my time this bitch takes up. i'm not getting paid to think about work right now!!!!
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think im back in my Everyone is stupid era bcuz im mad at people for literally no reason
#rolls eyes#by people i mean like maybe. 3 . and i barely talk to them . Well lately#iunno something about the way . they all act the same but they would never admit it . and theyre the type of people to complain without#trying to fix the problem#i dont know . theyre always like#i dont know what to do ! im so miserable ! why isnt everyone doing exactly what i want them to ! pay attention to me !#i cant possibly be the problem here !#and nobody ever tells them otherwise because its mean𼺠itll hurt their feelings ... what if they do something bad...!#in which case 1 i dont care and 2 they shouldnt be interacting with other people if theyd do that#it pisses me off because they always think theyre some helpless animal that cant fend for itself#but they also think they can do no wrong and if for a moment they DO think they did something wrong#the thought isnt even explored because either 1 they got coddled or 2 the victim complex kicks in#everything bad happens to me ! why does nothing good ever happen to me ! how come every relationship i have fails !#well the obvious answer is you are the constant in this experiment . if you remain unchanging but the factors around you change each time .#You are the cause .#and i dont get the fear around being wrong or fucking up like that . who gives a shit . if you put in the effort youre a good person .#it doesnt matter who or what youre doing it for . if youre trying to improve yourself you are not a bad person at your core .#you say all that though and all they say is I am trying !!! i just dont know where to start...!!! and theyve been trying for years#like bud clearly something isnt working#i dont know . maybe this is me viewing life as an experiment but Really if you analyze this shit closely you can find an easy answer#ok rant over !
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gahh . im still thinking about stuff.
#and like ugh. no. the reason i havent been happy with my art recently despite liking how it looks is cus im too exhausted#from work and life and such to really put the effort and thought into it i want. its careless. its thoughtless. theres#very little in my current portfolio im satisfied with on an intellectual level. and it makes me feel very#stagnant and kind of pissy about art. gah.#<- btw. call me pretentious or whatever and ill just straight up kill you. this isnt pretentiousness. i just care deeply about my art and#it conveying what i want it to. for me to be failing on that well. it kindof sucks#i think a lot of the work im happy with now is my stupid soliloquies to myself. theyre scratchy and look bad but at least they#get it across. yknow? ahh its so hard then.#txt#this isnt all that serious just thinking to myself.#having an odd blurry moment so putting my thoughts to text helps a lot in figuring who i am LOL . <- in a system way not in a .#whatever#but i do think that ^ above not the system stuff ^ contributes to why i really feel negatively about being viewed as a fandom artist#despite drwaing fanart- i want to use these characters to explore and think about stuff. u know? and i think fandom spaces#tend to treat fanart and writing and all that as mostly disposable one time use pretty things to think on once nad never agian.#and GAH!! that bugs me!!! i do not like how the internet has PRIMED people into treating art that way!#personal pet peeve i guess. what can you do
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