#my daily struggles with the sunshine child

[theanonymousninja247]

✨📓 Storytime 📓✨

So I’ve pretty much decided that I wanna use tumblr as a wackadoo version of my journal because where else can I share my completely bonker thoughts and feel safe enough to be weird to do right? 😅

AnYhOo, there’s this guy who I’ll affectionately call Golden Sunshine Boy #GSB, who I’ve been lowkey not subtle at ALL crushing on for like 2+ years lately. He’s genuinely the purest most wholesome bean to exist on this entire planet, like you look up the word cinnamon roll or good boy and you’d pull up his name. Which is one of the reasons he caught my eye.

Well lo and behold, our mutual friend one day had invited me over for an holiday and told me hesitantly that he had gotten a girlfriend. Turns they’ve been dating for quite some time now, and I didn’t even know.

Funny enough as I casually started talking to GSB, I find out that not only is he dating this girl, but recently had a meeting with her father.

Yep. THAT kind of meeting.

And this man, this sweet, wholesome, lovable idiot of a man, turns to me with his stinking beautiful golden shinning smile and says with all the excitement of a small child:

GSB: “You know what? You actually helped me!”

Me: “wut?”

GSB: “Yeah! I met with S/O’s dad the other day and you actually helped me with the interview because we were talking about conflict styles. Since you had shared that test with me the last time we talked (I study Human Development and Communication for school and we had been talking about a bunch of relationship stuff previously) I was able to show him the screenshot of my results!”

Me: … ☝🏼😦 ✊🏼 😐

Welp turns out that I’m so good at third wheeling that I just helped the “love of my life” get engaged to someone else. Go figure 😅🥲💔

[skele-bunny]

I seen you share this post and I know you're comfortable writing these things, so I was wondering if we could have little snippets or maybe a fic elaborating on when you wrote about Dew punching someone for fat shaming Aether? Thanks!! https://www.tumblr.com/skele-bunny/759611991374643200?source=share

Word! Also you're right wjsjdj I don't mind writing these things at all. I'm perfectly fine with getting requests to tackle heavier topics 💪 context: this post by @mutt-sys

CW - FATPHOBIA, RACISM, PARENTAL DISCRIMINATION, ABLEISM, VICTIM BLAMING, TRANSPHOBIA, ACEPHOBIA

Cowbell has experienced acephobia before. Ghouls are sexual driven creatures, there's no way a ghoul is asexual! She's had to deal with crude remarks, "You just haven't met the right person!" // "It's just a phase you'll grow out of." , which also meant unwanted advances. Sometimes it gets to the point she thinks she's broken. That something really is wrong with him.

A multitude of both ghouls and siblings have had to work around ableism. Zephyr simply being denied into places like the bathhouse, outings with their pack as they simple didn't have wheelchair accessibility. Delta being denied accessibility services because he wasn't "blind enough." Pebble fighting for MONTHS to get his hearing aids. Phantom not being accommodated as "We've seen autistic people before. You don't act like that." or just "You? I would've never guessed! You don't look autistic!"

And yeah! Just like in that little hc post, Aether, Cumulus, Omega, Alpha, Ifrit, basically any bigger ghoul has absolutely received fatphobia on a daily basis wether it's subtle or outright. Getting grimaces, especially if they work in the hospital. Bc they're deemed "unhealthy" so why should they work in a "healthy" setting? Omega getting an annoyed sighs from the wardrobe siblings "Guess we need another size up..." Cumulus being deemed unattractive because of her weight, her height, basically anything about her was unattractive. Unlovable.

Even Terzo faced discrimination. Constantly misgendered and deadnamed even after being publicly out, always feeling his face warm up and heart stop as he's deadnamed in front of someone who only knew him as Terzo. But forced to bare it and grin as if he even tries standing up for himself he's "Sensitive" or "Over reacting" and given just annoyed sighs and eye rolls. Sunshine and Cirrus getting scoffed at and slurs thrown at them for entering women's sections of say the bathhouse or changing room at the gym. Constantly being reported (that doesn't go anywhere) but passively aggressively suggested to use the gender neutral rooms instead, which just makes them more upset.

Mist experiencing discrimination with her kits! One of them starts fussing and annoyed whispers of "I wish there were child free places"//"Does that baby have to be here?"//"Great, just what I wanted. A screaming kit." At first he was able to stand up for himself and curse them out but after so many times... It's hard to not let it get to you. Just softly crying and getting frustrated at not only himself but her kits :/. Unable to go back to work as they don't want someone "wrapped up with kits who's unreliable."

(Based on my own and my partners experiences.*)

Ghouls facing issues as they're learning a new language, just broken and choppy but doing their best to try and communicate. Always gets those fake smiles as they turn to a ghoul that been around longer "Could you translate for them?" Or even speaking to them like a child. "What is YOURRR naammee?" Just outright ignored if they try to get someone's attention bc that person doesn't want to 'struggle' with trying to understand even tho they're not even attempting.

Swiss having to learn to do his own hair and more styles as the stylists didn't know how to even work with his hair type. They just shaved it and he was MORTIFIED. Always labeled as aggressive by passer-byers and being followed around in stores while Dew is left alone and even approached with friendly service. Being stopped twice and accused of shoplifting and trying to defend himself only to, once again, be marked as aggressive and hostile.

Dew terrified to come out about anything he experienced bc he's heard the whispers about other people coming out. "Well what did she do to deserve it?"//"He must've led her on."//"That's what happens when you drink!" So he just stays quiet and never speaks up about anything, just forced to deal with it on his own even after he confided in Aether and Mountain as he's scared they think that of him.

Shit SUCKS. While there have been improvements through the years, unions, changes made with each Papa, it doesn't always stop it. Unfortunately, discrimination will always be around. 🫠

[stcries]

thematic headcanons, accepting!

@fcundfamily wrote: hc + 😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon , hc + 👍 for a headcanon about things they like , hc + 😨 for a fear-themed headcanon , hc + ⛄ for a season-themed headcanon , hc + 🚶‍♂️ for a habit-themed headcanon , hc + 🎡 for a hobby-themed headcanon / for kabru ! you don't have to answer all of them ofc

FOR KABRU? i will gladly do ALL of these. i'll just slap it under the cut because oh my goodness, i kinda wrote a whole ass essay.

happiness. kabru puts on different masks daily to make sure he completes his goals, more often meaning that you'll come across him wearing a fake smile sometimes. but if you ever get a chance to see a REAL smile from him? it's like standing under the warm sunshine, he just radiates soothing energy. kabru normally isn't one for physical touch most of the time, but if he's in a really good mood, you'll notice him standing closer, maybe even putting a hand on your shoulder. subtle yet small signs.

things they like. this one kind of falls under hobbies as well i guess? but kabru has a liking for weapons, all kinds. because of this, i think he likely has a big collection of different kinds of melee weapons in his home, and he's quite proficient in most of them. he's always looking to better prepare and equip himself for dungeon expeditions.

i can also see him maybe collecting small artifacts that originate from his homeland. utaya was destroyed, but there could always have been small fragments of photographs, treasures, jewelry, books and other such items which may have survived the disaster. kabru will try to get his hands on such things whenever he can.

also in terms of favourite foods though, his number one is tomatoes. but for other things he likes? i can see him liking heavily spiced foods, as well as fish/seafood.

fear. ever since the utaya incident back when he was young, kabru has had trouble sleeping sometimes thanks to the night terrors he's plagued by. there's different ways he deals with it, sometimes he'll just stay awake, maybe drink a little bit, but there's a secret method he sometimes uses if none of the other's work. y'know those plushies he used to have at misiril's house? i think he kept at least one of them. try as he might to deny his dependence on it, if he's really struggling to sleep some nights, he'll grab it and put it on his bed with him. and 99% of the time, it works.

season. i think kabru is favorable to the heat than he is the cold. part of this is because of his early childhood, as from what remnants we've seen from utaya, it looked to be inspired by indian countries, which typically have a warmer climate compared to other places. summer is the time of year you'll usually see him out and about the most, whereas in winter, he'll usually be cooped up inside desperately trying to get warm. it doesn't help after so many resurrections in the dungeons that his body has become rather thin, meaning he doesn't have much body fat to keep himself warm, thus leading for his distaste for colder weather.

habit. i mean, we already know this man sleeps in the nude based on that one extra. but for other habits? he forgets his basic necessities more often than not, such as eating and sleeping. he pretty much needs someone breathing down his neck sometimes to remind him. but i think he could honestly have a habit of playing with his hair too? like, getting a couple curls and twirling it around a finger or something when he's lost in thought maybe.

hobby. well, judging from small snippets we've seen in the manga, kabru does know how to cook, albeit extremely basically. although he's nowhere as interested in such things compared to laios, it's still something he partakes in from time to time, especially when it comes to dishes that mean a lot to him. these mainly include foods he ate a lot as a child, such as when he cooked mithrun the lamb stew his mother had taught him to make, as well as the extra where we see him showcasing a dessert from utaya. i also think he'd probably be a big reader and even writer.

[the-travelling-witch]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Happy New Year ﾟ☾. ࿐

Another colourful year is coming to an end and what an interesting one it’s been. Of course, it hasn’t been without struggles and hardships but no year is; on the flip-side some pretty awesome things happened like me finally going on vacation in South Korea after two years of pandemic throwing a wrench in my plan. But, personally, the most impactful thing happened at the start of the year on a whim: the creation of this blog!

As a mixture of New Year’s resolution and spontaneity, sharing my work actually gave me something to look forward to and was a great creative outlet to get away from life for a few hours. Not to mention, all the lovely people I had the honour of meeting solely because of being here; it’s not an understatement to say my year would’ve been a lot more lonely and definitely less fun without some of you; my 2022 wouldn’t have been the same without you

𝐕𝐈𝐏 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!

˗ˏˋ– maple red x @dustofthedailylife

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨- 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭 !

Dust… I don’t even know where to begin, to me it does feel like we went on this tumblr journey together; I still remember how nervous I was reaching out to you but let me tell you, I’m so glad I did. You were one of my first moots, my first genshin moot actually, and really did make the beginning of this blog feel more like home. You’ve helped me a lot with a variety of things and I’m very grateful for that; I really do consider you a friend and I hope we can keep this up for 2023 ♡

˗ˏˋ– ruby red x @chuuyas-beloved

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝟏𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬- 𝐝𝐚ð𝐢 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐫 !

Trin, wow wow wow, big changes happened this year, right? Congrats again, I’m so happy for you!! You’re always putting others before yourself without hesitation but please take care of yourself too ♡

˗ˏˋ– pumpkin orange x @virtue-and-beneviolence

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐞𝐚- 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 !

Vi, my favourite menace to society, I said I love your chaotic energy and I stand by that. We really are strangers to online acquaintances to talking regularly outside of tumblr, love that for us. I really really hope we can continue talking lots in 2023 so I can keep pestering you, you really got my hopes up in saying we might actually meet ♡

˗ˏˋ– marigold yellow x @kreideprinzessin

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞- 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐫𝐚𝐝 !

Fern, thank you so for introducing me to so many cool people, you included; you did an incredible job creating a comfortable and peaceful place for us to interact and I’m so grateful for it ♡

˗ˏˋ– golden amber x @zhongrin

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: …雙魚玉佩 -𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 ! / 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬- 𝐝𝐚𝐧 +𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐲 !

Mei, I genuinely love seeing you on my dash and get super excited seeing you in my notifs, whether you’re chomping down on Zhongli or sitting down to watch your favourite drama show, aka Childe and my daily life. You’ve been so supportive throughout all of this, my heart is fluttering just thinking about it ♡

˗ˏˋ– sunshine yellow x @mari-on-dragonspine

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝- 𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 !

Mari, our local husband catcher, you are such a bright person and I love you for it. You’re joyful, warm and always have my back, which is a really reassuring thing to know ♡

˗ˏˋ– pistachio green x @teyvattales

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭- 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 !

Rebby, you’re genuinely one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. I love how excitable and high-spirited you are, whether it’s about a fandom or a personal matter; having someone so cheerful around really does make you see the bright side of things ♡

˗ˏˋ– jade green x @silentmoths

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 !

Moth, my cute nocturnal butterfly, did I already say you’re adorable? Because you are; seeing a little moth flutter across my dash does always bring a smile to my face; I’m making a roast beef sandwich right now to bribe you into coming over more often heh ♡

˗ˏˋ– periwinkle blue x @kazooms

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧- 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰 !

Chi, our love language really is sending each other funny videos, isn’t it? Our fyp is linked up already anyway, across more than one social media platform apparently; but even if we’re talking outside of that, whether it’s all fun or serious, I think we understand each other pretty well and I’d say that’s pretty neat ♡

˗ˏˋ– starry night blue x @scaranya

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 !

Ada, you’re such a pure, pure soul and you deserve the best, even if you might not see it yourself. I hope 2023 is kind to you but please also remember to be kind to yourself as well ♡

˗ˏˋ– amethyst purple x @haithamuse

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐠𝐮𝐲.𝐞𝐱𝐞- 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 !

Esther, we’ve not been talking for that long honestly, but I feel like I’ve known you for a while now. No matter if we’re simping, discussing writing prompts, distracting each other from studying or you’re listening to me overthinking my clothing size, I’m always having a good time. Also, I heard there was a certain collab in the making… ♡

˗ˏˋ– lavender purple x @bunny-rambles

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐢’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬- 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐫𝐚𝐳 !

Bun, my honeybun, the person who gave me one of the cutest nicknames to ever exist, you are an absolute sweetheart and I love exchanging ideas with you; in 2023, let’s talk more again!! ♡

˗ˏˋ– cherry blossom pink x @yaesnovels

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭- 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 !

Alyssa, my fellow childe simp I love simping for our man having intellectual conversations about important topics with you haha… No but fr, I really like swinging from memes and shit talk to actually serious topics with you ♡

˗ˏˋ– rose quartz pink x @feitania

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬- 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 !

Eris, the person who’ll send me the most cursed German memes at times and my gosh I love you for it. Another one who fits the category of tumblr acquaintances to talking outside of tumblr; my New Year’s resolution is to further pull you down the Genshin rabbit hole with me ♡

˗ˏˋ– coral pink x @kazuily

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡- 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 !

Ayame, my sweet, you are one of the loveliest people I had the pleasure of meeting. You’re so understanding and welcoming, I feel like I can talk to you honestly and without hiding a part of myself ♡

I know I have many more lovely moots, especially since the last couple of weeks (looking respectfully at the blue lock crowd), and I really hope we can talk and get to know each other more next year; I certainly look forward to it!!

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!

some of my favourite blogs to revisit over and over again this year! (there’s certainly more but i did want to finish this before 2024)

˗ˏˋ– butterscotch orange x @garoujo

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 & 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞- 𝐩𝐥𝐯𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦, 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨 !

Emmie, the person I’ve dubbed my big sis hehe; I think you have such good vibes, very girl boss and empowering (does that sound weird?). I hope you’re not tired off me yet, I have every intention to keep pestering you in the coming year too ♡

˗ˏˋ– sage green x @witch-hazels-musings

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐮- 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 !

Hazel, I loved talking to you both on tumblr and discord; you are so very welcoming and kind, always so ready to help and answer questions too, it’s easy to find comfort in your blog (you’re also very talented but we already knew that) ♡

˗ˏˋ– ocean teal x @writingseaslugs

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧- 𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐳 !

Salt, I’ve said it before I believe, but I get way too excited seeing you on my dash; I read every character you write for, even the ones I’d normally skip, your ideas are simply too creative ♡

Again, to everyone who interacted with me in any way, shape or form this year, thank you for making my 2022 memorable, I want to give all of you a big smooch; hope to see you all safe and sound in the next year!!

[kamitsure-cykes]

Hello.. how are you .. I am khaled from gaza .. I am here to ask for your support, which I need in this difficult time.. Can you please save my family by donating, sharing our link, and reblogging my blogs..your help will bring us closer to safety.

I'm worried about my son..Very afraid for him The thought of him getting hurt terrifies me. I can't bear this

This campaign is vetted by @/90-ghost

Hello Khaled & Rajaa, I am so sorry that Sunflower and I cannot personally make donations at this point in time due to our own current unstable financial situations, I'm hoping to get a paycheck in soon, and that will be yours ❤️🖤🤍💚 -Rain 🌦️

GoFundMe link :

26 year old mother Rajaa, her 1 year old son Karam, and her husband Khaled, 30, are currently forced to live under the extremely inhumane and unlivable conditions present in Gaza, following the destruction of what were supposed to be safe zones during this war.

They are surrounded by death every single day, having witnessed the death of numerous people in their community not only from the active bombings, but also by starving, the collapse of the health system, the spread of epidemics and diseases and lack of clean water. They lack the most basic needs and their baby is suffering from malnutrition because of this famine. While she speaks only of how devastated her son's mental health has become in her campaign post, her own fortitude and strong will… her hope in the face of this trauma is beyond outstanding.

Not that long ago their life was a happy one, Rajaa and Khaled having welcomed their first child together, having gotten their first stable jobs to pursue their respective careers and furthering their education with higher degrees, herself a medical analysis specialist and her husband a daily teacher, working as a chef in his own small shop in their community.

But times have changed, after this spike in the war and genocide efforts they have both lost not only their jobs, but their friends, family, and the community their son was growing up in.

Because of all those circumstances, Rajaa, her husband and their son are aiming to evacuate from the Gaza Strip. However, as we all know, the prices Palestinians need to pay to travel, let alone cross the Egyptian border are enormous and difficult to pay even for people with stable financial situation.

Their GoFundMe is moving forward very slowly, at the time of me writing this it is currently sitting at $1748 of their $20,000 requirement to meet their basic necessities. I beg that anybody able to, please, consider donating to this struggling family! But if your are in a situation where you cannot, please reblog and share this campaign with your friends, family and with our online community so it can reach the people who can!!

Stay strong you all, You are a ray of sunshine, I hope you and your family stay safe ❤️🇵🇸🍉

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Current favorite books, by genre: Horror

Note that these are faves, not Most Pures, Least Problematics, nor Objectively Bests. Proceed accordingly.

The Hollow Places by T. Kingfisher

Horror portal fantasy/isekai featuring a recently divorced young woman who is working at her uncle’s tiny and eccentric taxidermy museum as she decides what to do with herself. Several deeply disturbing scenes and ideas that I still think about. One thing I like about T. Kingfisher’s books is that the protagonist usually has friends but rarely has a love interest. Idk if that’s unusual to the genre but I find it refreshing.

Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle

Rose is the godly and submissive daughter to her conservative evangelical parents. She would never waver in her faith or her commitment to godly behavior. But. But her parents are weirdly invested in her dating a boy she only likes as a friend. And she starts seeing a mysterious woman in a staff shirt from the local conversion therapy camp. Even in places where no one could possibly be. She has hazy memories of happiness with a person she no longer knows. And she’s started… vomiting locusts? (Idc if I haven’t finished this one, it’s a favorite anyway.)

Beneath The Rising by Premee Mohamed

Nick Prasad’s best friend Joanna “Johnny” Chambers is brilliant and beautiful and fascinating, a child prodigy who’s saved the world several times over but still finds time in her busy schedule as beloved international genius superstar to spend time with minimum-wage-earning everyman Nick. Until Johnny’s invention of a form of clean energy seems to somehow set the world ever more askew. Then Nick and Johnny end up bound together in a quest through cosmic horror to find the tools they need to set things right. But what set things wrong to begin with? And what are Nick and Johnny? To each other, and to themselves? Honestly not particularly scary (to me at least), but the exploration of Nick and Johnny’s complicated relationship is so well done and perfectly observed that it makes me insane.

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

A young woman leaves a stifling home life behind to investigate a haunted house with a small team of amateur investigators. There is definitely something wrong with the house, but the other investigators offer the promise of friendship. I honestly don’t want to say more, because it’s SO subtle and well done. My absolute favorite haunted house story so far, hands down.

Carrie by Stephen King

Look, I know this one is old hat. Literally King’s first published novel iirc. But. But I was absolutely fucking furious at the patriarchy when I read this book, and watching a blood-drenched teen girl blow up a gas station with her mind because the world was cruel and unfair was EXTREMELY cathartic. You can criticize it all you want, but this is my fave.

Dracula by Bram Stoker

The man, the myth, the legend. By which I mean Jonathan Harker, of course. Look, it’s tumblr, I’ve got a Dracula Daily tag, you know the drill. Absolute best cast of characters to get routinely disrespected by adaptations for 12 decades running. And Jonathan’s diary is extremely solidly written gothic horror imho.

Sunshine by Robin McKinley

Probably the only vampire novel aside from Dracula that I really, really, really love. Rae, also known by her nickname Sunshine, has an ordinary, everyday life as a baker of famous cinnamon rolls for her stepfather’s coffee shop. Then, she’s kidnapped by vampires. Not because she’s strategically important, powerful, beautiful, or tasty. They just needed a living human to use as a pawn in some kind of internecine power struggle, and she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But, somehow, she’s able to piece together bits of luck and will and memory to survive. She’s not the same afterwards. How could she be? How does she fit into the loving, close-knit world of the coffee shop now that this terrible, tremendous thing has happened to her? And what does she do when her brief disappearance won’t stay neatly folded away? A lot of McKinley’s books explore trauma and recovery in some way, but this one is my personal favorite, from the warm if chaotic world of the coffee shop, to the building of the larger world half destroyed by but fascinated with magic, to the cat and mouse game between Rae, the cops (the book doesn’t quite say ACAB but it does say Cops Have Their Own Agenda Which May Not Be Yours), and the vampires. It deserves to be more popular than it is.

Widdershins by Jordan L. Hawk

Look, this will either be your cup of tea or it won’t. It’s an independently published m/m romance set in a fictional town in Massachusetts that exists at a nexus of cosmic horror. It’s in first person, which I personally dislike for romance novels. But it’s darkly, wryly funny, with an intensely autistic-coded narrator who has focused his entire life on learning dead languages and working at the town’s mildly cursed museum, until a beautiful private detective begins slowly drawing him into the investigation of a trustee’s son’s murder. It’s sudsy, spooky, sexy, vaguely ridiculous, sometimes gross, and compulsively readable. It starts a (completed) series, and while I didn’t care much for the second installment, I’ve started the third and it’s promising so far. The first book also works well as a standalone if you’d rather leave it there.

Stand Still, Stay Silent by Minna Sundberg

This online comic is one of my favorites: 90 years after a plague causes much of the world to be overrun by eldritch monsters, a ragtag group of adventurers ventures into a contamination zone in search of valuable artifacts, new experiences, and possibly more. A really engaging art style, charmingly written characters, really neat monsters, a nice sense of the numinous, and some tantalizing hints about the origins of the plague. To my mild surprise, the artist has apparently become a born again Christian and terminated the series. I have the whole thing in hard copy but have been holding off finishing it because I don’t want it to be over.

———

Well I suppose I’ve put off making dinner for long enough…

[amjusthappee00]

"Time Heals Every Wound"

As I finished watching a Kdrama series entitled"Daily Dose of Sunshine", it reminded me how important mental health awareness is. Each one of us needed some outlets to vent or let all the negative emotions out from your system.

So, here's my way of letting out all these thoughts out of my neurons. Let's type it in English para syala (charaught). I don't wanna share this so you can pry on my private life, nope. I don't wanna lay all my hidden cards just for you, Marites (charaught). I just wanna inspire all those ppl who's having difficulty in dealing with their mental health.

Here it goes… During my younger years, I was fond with my father and I was called "Tatay's girl". I remembered all those happy memories with him. Clinging unto him and sitting upon his lap while him singing. He has so many dad jokes and my mom has it too! Everytime my family will go out, I was always with him. There are times he'll carry me up in his shoulders, we call it "usong". He'll always 'usong' me cause I like being tall. But all things changed… It all started when I was at the age of 8 and I'm in 3rd Grade. I witnessed an act, a father shouldn't do to his children. But I didn't know that before I witnessed it, it has been his habitual deed. Then the dark days fell upon my family. Starting there, I acquired a psychological trauma. I started.. being distant and cautious around him, I didn't wear shorts, sleeveless and chest-revealing tops, I stopped talking in eye-to-eye and felt uncomfortable beside him. That fear or uncomfortableness got bigger and wider as I grew up …and extended towards all men. Highschool days slash teenage days, I was around 2nd year or 3rd year when my Nanay and Tatay got separated and had their new partners in life. We were left behind in our house, me and my siblings. That was our rough years of our lives. Living under one roof with traumas. During daytime, we struggle for everyday expenses like going to school—the fare and food cause when Tatay says everytime he'll give us 'baon' for like 5 pesos, 10 pesos he'll say, "What will we do? That's only my money."—in a pagalit way. But with all those, we always go to school everyday cause we have dreams to fulfill. In nighttime, we struggle for our fear of him. Me, my Ate Jeffie and Ate Jenet will always pray every night and always bring 'sundang' (a big knife) beside our bed… Later on, as my parents part ways, my Tatay left with his new partner and he didn't totally support our household finances and he didn't send us to school financially. He also said the most painful words that, "She's not my child", while pointing at me. It was all painful as he said those words infront of me. I've known and acknowledged him as my father inspite of all those things he said and done. Living with all those fears and traumas we still live life to the fullest. Instead of getting sad or being hopeless, we remain faithful, hopeful and accepting the fact that Nanay, Tatay and our family will never be the same again. As we graduated college, indeed it's "the best revenge of all those challenges and trials". As my age every year increases, my psychological trauma's still remains within me. When we discovered my father's illness got worst, people throw sharp words at us that "Balikbaliktarin man ang mundo, Tatay niyo pa rin siya". It's easier said than done. Well, despite him without asking for forgiveness, we still remain his children and forgive him. We tend and cares for him… And in the long run, the hate, anger and fear changed into sympathy. Sympathy for his new life wherein we saw how his life was ruined by his past actions. We saw how hard his new life is. All throughout our lives, there are so many "what ifs" came in our mind. Like.. "What if..he never did what he did?" "What if.. children can choose their parents?" And so many thoughts like, "Buti pa sila.." Buut thinking all those things we've experienced, that made us stronger and I'm thankful for those things—the sad, happy, fearful, successful and conquered happenings in our lives. Thank God! And now, I can say, "Tay, ginpapasaylo ka na namon. Ginhimu namon tanan para la masumpayan imo kinabuhi pero kay di man naton kaput an aton hinuram na kinabuhi. Kaya Tay, pahuway na dayon. Di ka na makakafeel kasakitan kun hain ka man yana. Nawa'y gabayan ka san aton makagarahum na Amay san imo paglakaton. Till we meet again. "

And now, I can tell… Time really heals every wound in God's will and timing. 🥹😭🙏🏼

PS: still overcoming the trauma, but in God's will .. it'll be healed.

[femme-kitty]

today i thought about our trip to universal studios, specifically when we rode the skull island king kong ride together, and how loud and rambunctious we were being on the ride the whole time, laughing and screaming way too loud, or how loudly icked we were when the spiders came out towards the end or the weird worms with sharp teeth came to attack us, 

it was so fun! and i really miss that

it can be hard for me to change with little to no resistance right now because i’ll think maybe i never was a good partner, maybe i was horrible the entire time and i just didn’t notice or know?

but then memories like these come into my brain and i know its not the truth,

that i had just been drowning in my anxiety and trauma since we left my mom’s, but that that person from before was and still is me,

and i’m so happy that i feel this happy again, that i can feel this unity between child and adult again, and i still struggle sometimes, i’m still learning, but thats okay, as long as i keep trying and never give up!

i’m sad that i didn’t know how bad it was until i left because of when you let me know but also because as my inner child rose up again when i got here, the old anxious fears just didn’t make any sense anymore, the things that used to scare me every day at the apartment just didn’t phase me at all anymore here. the thought patterns that kept emotionally safe in abusive households weren’t needed for daily survival anymore.

and i literally felt the weight of these old layers drop off of me.

i know im still raw and freshly exposed with some bits and pieces i still need to slough off, but i’m going to keep giving these new layers the sunshine and happiness and freedom they’ve always deserved.

not only for myself, but for moments like those.

for the chance to ride the kong ride together again and be way too loud and scream at every turn and laugh together and hold each other when we’re scared!

-carolina <3

[ambisinistous-blog]

ok i love this so much I have to add more

so like my formative exposure to duck is YJ

and like WE REMEMBER the ABSOLUTE little shit dick was

all this anti-social, weird edgy child genius shit his younger brothers pull?

HE did that shit

but in the end he found that it wasn’t working out very well, he couldn’t be as rightfully pissed at bruce if he does the same shit right?

so he rebrands. AND NONE OF HIS BROTHERS KNOW

like they kind of know, but they don’t right? like jason only caught the tail end and dick avoided jason for alot of it

and so dick becomes the goofy, softy, loveable brother, and its not all an act, he learns to be more open, to enjoy being sunshine-y , it is genuinely nice

but all that himbo shit he pulls? Absolute BS. And he fucking revels in it.

His brothers KNOW that he’s capable. They do. Its just easy to forget with the persona dick puts up.

Tim dumbs down his hackery BS bc he’s used to having to, and dick asked how to say quesadilla in spanish like 10 minutes earlier.

And Dick knows the exact minutiae of what tim’s talking about. Dick also knows how much work barbs has to do on a daily basis, Hell while Barbs obviously grew into her genius on her own right, he taught her a not unsubstantial amount of her favorite tricks. 

And so he does the only right thing

“i dont get it???? do where do u plug in the wires????? ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` ) “

every one who knew him from back then is fucking horrified. Like its certainly healthier than he was before so they don’t say shit. but the pain they feel when dick purposefully is struggling in his taxes or some shit to get someone else to do it for him?

“tiiiiiiiiiimmmm theres so many numbers,,, save meeeee!”

like they’ve seen that bitch do multivariable calculus. In his head. using pi to the 200th digit. for fun. 

It makes dick so fucking happy. none of his brothers know, and its the best fucking thing ever. 

no big revels or like dramatic revelation happen or anything.

But there are comments sometimes.

like sometimes conner or someone else from YJ will be talking to tim and casually mention something like

“im so glad you’re way chiller than dick”

and tim’s like ?????????

tim may be super paranoid and probally have plans to kill them all

but YJ didnt fucking know who dick was FOR YEARS 

Dick grayson is a himbo in a sense of "I'm going play stupid to see if this might or might not make my life easier". Like, he's going 100% pretend he has no idea what any technological and or technical term is knowing damn well he was able to hack the justice league system at the rip age of 15 is if it means it would give him any advantage in little to long term.

and he is SO real for that.

[lovealexhunt]

September is Suicide Prevention Awareness Month

Suicide is an important topic that many are still afraid to discuss.

Suicide can affect anyone—people of all ages, races, genders, sexual orientations, nationalities, religions, political views, etc... It can happen anywhere to anyone (Although, certain factors do increase a person's likelihood of thinking about, attempting, and/or committing suicide).

We consider suicide a tragedy and when it happens, everyone wishes they had done more. But, what about before? Often when people who are struggling attempt to reach out, they are not taken seriously, or they are made to feel like they are seeking attention. This only increases their negative feelings and increase their suicidal thoughts.

I've spoken about my mental health before, and I've alluded to it, but I've never really outright admitted to thinking about and attempting suicide. I don't like talking about it, but I think it's important. So many people suffer in silence and think they're alone. You're not. I promise. I'm right there with you!

As a young child, I suffered a trauma and as a result have struggled with depression and anxiety for most of my life. When I was a teenager, I attempted suicide (twice) and thought about it on a daily basis. Prior to any attempts, I tried reaching out to friends, to family, to adults who I thought would listen, but no one heard me. No one believed me. I was told my life wasn't that bad and I needed to get over it. I was told, I was being dramatic. I was told I was seeking attention. I was told I was being selfish. I was dismissed. I was ignored. I was made to feel like I was a burden for trying to get help.

I have since sought out professional help. Medication has helped, but it doesn't make everything sunshine and rainbows. I struggle on a daily basis. I wish I could say I don't contemplate suicide any longer, but the thoughts still linger (however, I've never acted on them and don't think I would).

I'm grateful to be alive. I'm grateful I survived. I'm grateful for the relief I do have. I'm grateful that I have a better support system now. I'm grateful to know I'm not alone.

So all this to say, if someone reaches out to you, please, please, please believe them, hear them, and be there for them. Be who I needed one no one would listen to me.

Suicide is preventable, but no one can do it alone. We need to stand together and help those when they need it, before it's too late.

[highqueenofelfhame]

rowaelin month day ten

rowaelin month day ten -- single parents. masterlist // buy me a ko-fi // redbubble  

The morning truly couldn’t have been going worse. Aelin had woken up to the nanny telling her she’d come down with the stomach flu. Aelin wasn’t cruel enough to tell the poor girl she had to work through it; instead encouraging her to drink as much water as she could and get some much-needed rest. Evangeline had apologized profusely, but Aelin was having none of it. She reassured her that she could figure it out.

It turned out she couldn’t. Her mother and father both worked sixty hours a week. Aelin knew that her mother would take a day if Aelin called, but she couldn’t bring herself to make the call and disrupt her week. Evie’s father had died in a car crash before she was even born. Everyone who was a viable option worked full-time jobs, leaving her three-year-old in her hands. She could call out, but she had a mountain of a workload that she’d left last night, reassuring herself she would get it done today. Everything she needed was at her office, so working from home was out of the question. All signs were pointing to an impromptu “bring your child to work” day. 

The CEO of the company was a good friend of hers, and Aelin knew that Dorian wouldn’t mind seeing his goddaughter toddling around the office. In fact, she knew that he would eventually steal her away for a snack time at some point so Aelin could get some work done. It would likely be a snack that wasn’t mommy approved, but she would give him a free pass today.

It would be okay, she reassured herself as she struggled to get Evie to cooperate with getting her tiny arms through her yellow long-sleeved shirt. She was mumbling in an indecipherable language as Aelin nodded along, chiming in here and there like she understood every word. The reality was that she only understood a handful of words. One of them was juice, so Aelin made a mental note to make her a full cup of juice for the car ride to the office to keep her happy. 

It didn’t take long to brush her hair into the tiniest pigtails to exist, with two little orange bows holding them in place. By the time she was fully dressed in her fall garb, complete with a tiny gray vest so cute that Aelin wanted to cry, she looked like a baby Gap model. Without a doubt, everyone at the office would be cooing over how precious she looked the second they walked through the door. 

“Where going?” Evie inquired, her little head tilting to the side as Aelin packed her go-bag full of snacks and an outfit change just in case. 

“Momma’s gotta go to work today, baby. You get to come, too. Do you want to see Uncle Dorian?” At the mention of Dorian, Evie’s eyes lit up as a broad smile pushed her chubby cheeks up until her eyes squinted closed. Aelin grinned and kissed her cheeks until she giggled wildly. Thank the gods that Evie was in a good mood today. Some mornings she woke up on the wrong side of the bed, fussy as all get out while Aelin tried to push along their morning. Thankfully today, she was full of smiles and giggles. It would make everything much easier if she cooperated.

After grabbing a sippy cup full of apple juice and shoving the bottle in her bag, making yet another note to put it in the fridge in the break room when she arrived at the office, she swooped Evie into her arms, and they were on their way. 

Upon arriving at the office, Aelin was right. The two receptionists immediately fell in love with Evie’s tiny pigtails and her outfit. They cooed over her bright eyes, twins to Aelin’s own. It took longer than usual to make it to the elevator, where even several men commented on how adorable she was. It brought a smile to her face, but it dropped when she thought of her office neighbor. 

Rowan Whitethorn was the hardass of the office. She was pretty positive that he hated her, and there was nothing she could do to change his mind. They spent their days arguing back and forth about anything and everything. Some days she was sure that he only did it to get a rise out of her. 

Aelin had never seen him smile-- he only scowled. His assistant was constantly rushing around, losing his damn mind trying to meet all of Rowan’s demands in a day. More than once, she’d caught tidbits of his conversations with Aelin’s own assistant, the poor boy begging to swap just for a single day. Aelin could only imagine what Rowan would say about Evie being such a workplace distraction. She was positive there would be complaints about her squeals and giggles that he would hear through the wall. 

There was truly nothing she could do, though. Too much needed to be done at work to take a personal day, and Evie was typically well behaved enough to be occupied until her mom got off work and could pick her up. 

As she made her way down the hall, everyone oohed and ahhed over Evie. Aelin thanked everyone for their compliments, her heart spilling over with joy. Until she saw Rowan in the kitchen while she put away the juice. He was making coffee and, upon noticing Evie in her arms, an emotion she couldn’t quite place flickered over his face. 

“I didn’t know you had a daughter,” he said, eyes going from her pigtails down to the boots on her tiny feet. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” She closed the fridge door and left the kitchen, gone as quickly as she had come. When she arrived in her office, she shut the door and put Evie down, watching as she ran straight for the couch and flopped over the side with a giggle bubbling out of her lips. 

The single mother took a few minutes to take Evie’s toys out of her bag, even laying a few puffy snacks out on the table for her to snack on while she played. She went straight for them as quickly as Aelin sprinkled them out of the container. Aelin chuckled as she watched her for a moment, hands on her hips while she decided she was okay to sit at her desk and begin her work. 

Evie was surprisingly self-sufficient while Aelin started her daily tasks. She played with the toys her mother provided and munched on her treats. Aelin heard a lot of babbling and a slew of giggles, a loud squeal pulling her from her work as her door opened. 

Dorian leaned in the doorway, giving her a running start until he followed, darting across the room to scoop Evie into his arms. He spun her in circles with her legs flying behind her. She was laughing in a way that she only did with Dorian. Aelin seldom got that sound to come out of her daughter, but somehow, she wouldn’t change it for anything.

“I heard tales of a little princess fighting dragons in my office,” he said to no one in particular, but Evie seemed to understand that she was the princess. If there was anything that she liked in this world, it was being called a princess. She understood that word more than anything because Aelin read her fairy tales of princesses every night. Tangled was constantly on their TV, only to be replaced by Beauty and the Beast. They utterly enchanted her, and everyone in her life was constantly calling her a princess. She loved it. 

The giggling continued while he tickled her sides and blew raspberries on her belly until the shrieking got so intense he made a face at Aelin and merely brought her into a tight hug as he said, “Sorry. Nanny out today?”

“She’s got a stomach bug. I had no other options; I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. You know I love any chance I get to see her. I’m not going to penalize you for being a mother, Aelin.” Evie was chomping her teeth near Dorian’s face, causing her best friend to laugh and hold her at arm’s length. “I’ll even take her across the hall for a bit so you can get more done.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” she replied, sighing and leaning back in her seat. Aelin really did have so much to do, to the point that she couldn’t even bring herself to tell him he didn’t have to do that. She would take whatever help she could get.

Her door was left open as he took Evie out into the hall, Aelin noticing that they weren’t going in the direction of his office but rather toward the kitchen. Her eyes rolled as she swiveled in her chair to face her computer and really dive into her work, leaning forward and exhaling a deep breath, willing herself to focus. 

Quite a bit of time passed, and she was able to get a considerable amount of work completed. All of her emails had been caught up when Dorian edged into her office and cleared his throat. Aelin looked up, half expecting Evie’s outfit to be ruined by chocolate, but her little ray of sunshine was nowhere to be seen.

“Where is she?” 

“I… may have taken a phone call and looked away for two minutes, and she vanished.”

“What?” Aelin was on her feet in an instant, rushing across her office and out into the hall. “What the fuck do you mean? How long has it been?” 

“Since I lost her and started looking for her? Half an hour. I was scared to tell you.” 

“My daughter has been missing for half an hour, and you’re only just now telling me? What the fuck, Dorian?” She hit his chest rather abrasively as she shoved past him, eyes scanning every room while she ran down the hall. How she was able to do it without toppling over in her heels, she wasn’t sure. All she could feel was the panic from her heart pounding in her chest to the shaking of her hands. The roaring in her ears made everything else sound muffled and distant, like she was standing at the edge of white water rapids. Even with her hands in fists so tight she could feel them shake, nausea building up in her chest. 

“Evie?” She called out, a tremor rising in her throat that caused her voice to sound shaky and weak. Tears were pricking in her ears as she turned to run back to her office. She would call down to security to see if they could scan the cameras, and call reception to see if anyone had carried her out. From there, she would--

Her heart stopped beating when she glanced into Rowan’s office. It was the office directly next to hers, and behind his desk, Rowan held a snoozing Evie. Her little fist was gripping the lapels of his suit jacket, and he seemed relaxed while he flipped through papers with one hand. 

“What are you doing with my daughter?” Aelin asked, stepping into the door. A few tears of relief slipped down her cheeks, and she was quick to wipe them, lest he make an asshole comment about it.

“I told that little shit to let you know I had her,” he murmured, barely glancing up from his papers. “I think that’s the final straw. He genuinely can’t do the most basic of tasks, I--” 

Rowan paused when he looked up from his work. Something soft flashed in his eyes for a split second before he continued, “She was laying on the couch by the kitchen when I found her. She babbled something about Dorian, I think, and when I looked in his office, he was on the phone arguing with someone. You looked busy, and I know you have a lot to do, and when I picked her up, she let out the biggest yawn I’ve ever seen. By the time I’d walked back to my office, she was asleep. I told my assistant to let you know. I’m sorry that he didn’t, and I’m sorry that I didn’t follow up with an e-mail or a phone call. You just seem like you could use the help so you could get work done. I’m sorry.” 

Not only was it the most that Rowan had ever said to her in a single conversation, but it was the kindest she’d seen him be to anyone. He wasn’t complaining about the little bit of drool coming out of the side of Evie’s mouth and soaking into his jacket. He was just holding her like he was so at ease with the situation and truly didn’t mind. 

“You don’t wear a ring, and I’ve never heard you mention a significant other. Divorced?”

“Widowed,” she replied, sitting in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk. Again, his face softened as he looked down at Evie. 

“She looks just like you. She’s beautiful.” Ignoring the implications of that comment, Aelin smiled softly.

“Thank you. She is… everything to me.”

“I… I have a daughter, too. Briar. My wife died two years after we were married. Briar is six now, but Evie is… so much less temperamental than B was.” Aelin tried not to let the shock show on her face. Shock that Rowan Whitethorn was a father and shock that they shared a sad history. The curiosity to ask how she had died was strong, but she wouldn’t ask. Sometimes she hated it when people asked how Sam died. It was like opening a wound all over again. 

“Oh, she has her days. Don’t let this fool you,” she laughed, dragging her fingers through her hair. “I didn’t know you had a daughter, either.”

Rowan flipped his computer screen so she could see it, and she was welcomed by a smiling little girl with stunning green eyes and brown ringlet curls. Her heart squeezed at the image, Rowan holding her in his lap and grinning so wide he had dimples. Rowan Whitethorn had dimples. 

“She’s absolutely adorable.”

“She is.” Aelin smiled again, looking down at her hands and twisting the ring on her left finger that her parents had given her when Evie was born. It was her birthstone. 

“You can keep working if you want to. I’ve got her.”

“She’s not bothering you?” There was hesitation evident in her voice as Rowan looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms. He smiled, brushing a few wild strands of hair back against her head.

“Nope,” he said firmly, looking back at Aelin. “Really. You must have a lot to do if you didn’t just call in a personal day. She’s sleeping. It’s okay. I’ll bring her back when she wakes up.”

“I-- okay. If you’re sure.”

“I’m positive.” Aelin chewed on her fingernail for a moment before she nodded and stood, walking across his office and toward her own. Aelin paused in the door, looking over her shoulder at the man with such a harsh reputation around the workplace. This man seemed entirely different, a man that was brushing his thumb against her daughter's side while she slept with his shirt in her tiny fist. He seemed so utterly relaxed while he adjusted their position in his chair to keep working. It was almost out of character, his offer. But she wasn’t going to complain. 

Rowan Whitethorn may have been the hardass of the office, but maybe he had a soft spot after all. @rowaelinscourt​

[juminsmysticmc]

RFA + Minor Trio’s second child/ pregnancy

Hello! So, people wanted to see/ experience the second pregnancy of Mc from my Pregnancy series so...every character has his own topic so, please enjoy and tell me your opinion!

Pregnancy Series: Part 1 // Part 2  // Part 3 // Part 4.1 // Part 4.2 // Part 5 // Part 6 // RFA + Minor Trio’s children first day of kindergarten // RFA + Minor Trio’s children first day of school

Jumin

,,Jae Hyuk, come on. Daddy is waiting for us,’’ you told your son who just put his toy away so that you could put a jacket on him.

,,Mom, you were the one who took so long in the bathroom,’’ he whined, making you smile.

Well, he wasn’t wrong. You were experiencing morning sickness and honestly, you were happy that Jumin still didn’t notice anything as you planned on surprising him today while having lunch.

Taking your son’s hand, you walked outside. Three bodyguards surrounded you as you were sure that your son sat comfortable and safe in his car seat.

Five years passed ever since you gave birth to your blonde sunshine, like you liked to call him, and finally you would soon be mother of a second baby.

The car ride was only a few minutes and you could already see Jumin waiting for the two of you in front of the entrance of your son’s favorite restaurant.

,,Father!’’ your son called him, smiling brightly as he saw his father who was just as happy.

,,Are you hungry?’’ he asked his son as he took him in his arms, helping you get off the car and giving you a kiss.

,,How’s your day for now?’’ you asked him as he smiled.

,,Good, but now much better,’’

Everything went well and you were just waiting for the right opening to drop the news, when suddenly your nausea hit again, making you jump up and run towards the restroom, leaving Jumin totally perplexed.

,,Mommy was in the bathroom for so long already at home. Is she sick, father?’’ the boy asked and suddenly felt scared as Jumin tried to understand what was happening.

Leaving his son behind, of course with at least five bodyguards around, Jumin joined you and waited in front of the door.

,,You look pale. Are you alright?’’ he asked you when you walked out, stumbling on your own feet against his arms.

,,I guess I ruined the surprise… I’m pregnant… I forgot how hard the side effects were,’’ you groaned and leaned against your husband who didn’t wait a second longer to take you in his arms and carry you personally to the car to bring you home.

,,You didn’t ruin anything, but instead just made me the happiest man alive,’’ he whispered, not being able to hold back his tears.

Zen

,,Let mommy sleep, princess,’’ Zen whispered as he took his eight years old girl in his arms, patting her head.

,,I miss her too…’’ you suddenly began to sob as you watched your daughter pouting as she wasn’t allowed to play with you, her mother.

Zen looked over to you as you too began to tear up.

His heart was aching as he saw your tears.

Why did you have to go through so much hardship?

The both of you already struggled during the first pregnancy, but she really couldn‘t understand why you also had to have such a hard second pregnancy.

When you first told him that you were pregnant, he was the happiest man alive.

But hearing your sobbing voice over the phone a few months later as you collapsed and found yourself in a puddle of blood, made him regret his job choice for the very first time as he couldn't be there as quickly as he wished.

But luckily you were fine and so was the unborn child. However, a strict bedrest was ordered, making it impossible for you and your daughter to spend some more time together.

,,It will get better soon, I promise, and our daughter will still love you, I swear…’’

Yoosung

,,Dad, can you order my stuff again later?“ your daughter asked her father.

Just two months ago, she first entered school and that’s when you found out that she was a very chaotic one, making Yoosung look over her school things daily. You had to rest a lot because of your pregnancy.

,,Yes! But you have to help me! I won’t tidy up your stuff forever!‘‘ he chuckled and kissed his first born daughter on her cheek as he waited for you to come out of the bathroom, ready to go to visit your mother as you guys were invited for lunch.

After a few more moments, Yoosung decided that he had to just check on you, finding you on the verge of the bathtub, stroking your belly, trying to keep your breath calm.

,,Hey, is everything okay?‘‘ he asked, approaching you and patting your back.

You gently shook your head as you looked up to him. ,,I… I somehow feel some pressure. I think it would be better if we went to the hospital,‘‘ you mumbled, pressing your lips together as they were trembling.

You already went into labor once, but suddenly you felt scared.

You were unsure. Could you handle a little girl and a newborn?

Were you able to take care of your daughter and your baby at the same time?

So many thoughts went through your head, but they suddenly all vanished when Yoosung put his warm hand on yours.

,,This time I will be here from the start. There is no need to worry, Mc. I won‘t leave you and you won‘t have to go through anything on your own,‘‘ he promised.

And so it was, on the way to the hospital, Yoosung informed your mother, who of course was hyped up, and his mother, who immediately agreed to meet you in the hospital.

And while your little girl was being fed by her grandmothers, Yoosung held your hand just like he did for the very first time until your baby boy was born.

,,You were so strong. I’m so proud of you…‘‘ he mumbled and kissed your tears as he observed the sleeping baby in your arms.

Jaehee

At first, the both of you thought that having a son alone would be enough for the two of you.

It was indeed hard since it was all new to you, and even the people around you at first didn‘t quite acknowledge the situation.

But you and Jaehee did a great job raising a good mannered and happy boy.

Ten years later, the both of you decided to have another son and so the tying procedure started again.

Emotional, hard times passed by until one day the test you took was finally positive.

,,I don‘t care if I will have a sister or a brother, I just want the baby to be healthy!‘‘ your son said as he smiled brightly and hugged the both of you, making you tear up as his words were just so cute when you asked him what he preferred.

,,You will have to help us a bit more while Mom needs to rest a bit more. Will you do that for me?‘‘ Jaehee asked her son and of course he agreed to it, ready to protect you and his other mother.

Months passed by and you and Jaehee really felt much calmer than you did when you were pregnant for the first time.

There were so many things you were now aware of, so many things you could do differently, and you felt much better to go through this.

You knew how to change diapers, how to feed a baby, and how to make it work as parents.

,,I am happy that we decided to go with a second son,‘‘ Jaehee confessed one day in the middle of the night after you two closed the shop and laid back on the comfortable sheets.

,,Me too. Thank you for being here with me,‘‘ you nodded and kissed her. You were so thankful and happy because of Jaehee, who was your own new family.

Saeyoung

,,Seri~ah, Si-Eun~ah, promise Daddy that you will help Mommy while I’m away?“ Saeyoung asked his daughters as he looked back at you.

He and Yoosung would go to the States for a week for a LOLOL fan meeting.

The blonde boy won two tickets and of course Saeyoung was invited.

It took him a while until he could really agree to it as you were 32 weeks pregnant.

He wasn’t traumatized from the last pregnancy, but just knew well enough all the risks a pregnancy brought with it, so he was worried.

But since his twin brother also decided to stay back, Saeyoung didn’t have much to worry about.

Well, so he thought until he received a call three days later.

,,Yes, Saeran? Is everything okay? What‘s wrong? Why-”

,,I swear we just passed by some puppies and suddenly she began to sob. I… Should I buy her a puppy? Your daughters are begging me too. I feel like crying too and, gosh, I never thought I would beg you to come home, but when are you coming?“ Saeran began blabbing, something Saeyoung experienced for the first time.

,,I will come home tomorrow morning! It’s just some mood swings, just-”

,,A PUPPY!“

,,Seri?! Where did you-” with that the call was cut and Saeyoung knew that as soon as he came home, Saeran would probably vanish for two weeks straight.

Saeran

,,Mommy, I want to eat pancakes,“ Haeun mumbled as she watched you cook some rice.

The two boys looked at the little girl, knowing what would await them.

,,Good idea, Haeun, Haru baby, do you want to go with Daddy to buy-” you didn’t have to say anything though as your ten year old son already understood that you had another one of your cravings.

,,We warned you!“ Haru whined as he put on his jacket for the third time in a row to bring you something to eat.

,,I forgot that mommy is carrying babies…“ she whimpered and observed her smiling father who was kind of tired, but still happy.

After all, you were expecting another girl after ten years which was a true miracle in his eyes.

And so, another day of you craving food or having extreme mood swings passed.

,,Thank God the baby will soon be there,“ Haru sighed as he took off his shoes to bring you some pancakes.

Jihyun

Your first born Ji-Woon was eight by now and your daughter Lucy was in the middle of puberty when you accidentally got pregnant again.

Of course you and Jihyun were still overjoyed to be able to take care of another child and so was the RFA as someone else got the opportunity to become the Godfather of the coming child.

,,I think it’s a girl!“ Yoosung said, totally sure.

,,My motherly instinct says boy,“ you talked back.

,,No, I am right! It’s a girl!“ Yoosung Yoosung insisted, making everyone look at the two of you.

,,Daddy taught us to never talk back to mom. I think Uncle Yoosung will face a bad ending,’’ the little boy mumbled, sitting on his chair while sipping on his strawberry milk.

Lately, your mood swings were really bad, so of course you began to hiss at him which was a reaction he never expected from you.

,,What do you expect when you tell a mother that her instinct is wrong?’’ Zen laughed as he patted Yoosung’s back, who was sniffling.

,,I know I shouldn’t be sad over this, but she said that I’m just a good for nothing doggy vet and not a doctor who ever looked up to her… you know…?’’

,,Yeah, we all know. We heard everything,’’ Saeran smirked and approached you and Jihyun, who was trying to calm you down.

And so the weeks went by. You grew more and more and so did the child inside of you.

Neither of you wanted to know the baby’s sex until you would give birth, so it was a big surprise when the midwife congratulated you on the birth of your daughter and not son.

,,I guess we need to say sorry to uncle Yoosung,’’ you whispered to your baby. This time she resembled Jihyun and his mother a lot, having the same hair color and expression.

,,You did so well…’’ Jihyun praised you and called in his other two children.

Vanderwood

The pregnancy of your second baby wasn’t an easy one. Firstly, you fainted before even knowing that you were pregnant, making Vanderwood, as well as your daughter, almost have a heart attack.

It was in August, a hot summer day, when you all agreed on having a picnic outside.

Everything was okay at first. You did feel a bit feverish and didn’t have any appetite, but you ignored the signs and thinking about a pregnancy was more than impossible since you and Vanderwood had such a hard time even getting Hana, your first born daughter.

And so, when you began to feel a bit dizzy, you thought that the hot sun was teasing you and that thanks to a bit of water, everything would be fine again.

However, you were so wrong.

You could barely open the bottle and when you called Vanderwood, who was playing with Hana just ten steps further away from you, your legs gave up and your body hit the soft grass.

,,You made Hana cry…’’ Vanderwood mumbled, his eyes teary. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a hospital bed and your daughter asleep on a chair.

,,What’s wrong…?’’ you asked him, closing your eyes again as your head was spinning.

,,You’re pregnant…’’ Vanderwood told you, smiling brightly at you when you looked at him in total surprise.

A few hours later, you were allowed to go home with an ultrasound of your baby, surprising the RFA with the news.

However, you were fighting against anemia and fainting like you did on your picnic day.

The second time was on your way home after bringing Hana to school. Since then, you had to wear compression stockings and from there it got a bit better, something you never expected.

,,It will be okay,’’ Vanderwood mumbled as you tried to fall asleep late in the evening after you cried because your feet were in pain.

,,I’m here…’’

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08.09.2021// 21:39 MEST

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Saturday Afternoon Session

Conducting: President Henry B. Eyring

Now Let Us Rejoice

Elder Dallin H Oaks

Presenting officers and 70s of the church for sustaining vote

Gared B. Larson

Annual report

I’ll go where you want me to go

Jeffrey R Holland

To the young people of the church – everyone President Nelsons age or younger

The power of youth is the commonwealth for the entire world

We of all people should be singing the song of redeeming love

We might sometimes want to run away from where we are but we can never run away from who we are. Children of God

You are His most Precious Possession

grant us the power to finish the course

Stay for the whole feast, even if you aren’t sure about the broccoli

Life is the most precious of all gifts, obtained eternally through the atonement of Christ

we will help you bare them. you are stronger than you think📷

We have so much to be glad about – we have each other and we have Him. Do not deny us the chance to have you.

Patrick Kearon

You have already been saved by the very one who has suffered every torment you are suffering and enduring everything you are enduring. Jesus Christ will see them replaced by peace

Fear not, I know your sorrows and I have come to deliver you.

When you have been the victim of any form of abuse it is not your fault and you are not the one who needs to repent.

Whatever has happened to you He is not ashamed of you or disappointed in you.

Healing can come through the redemptive power of Jesus Christ who has risen with healing in His wings

He has descended below all things, even what has happened to you.

There is no room for abuse

Jesus has overcome the abuses of this world, to give you the power not only to survive, but to overcome and completely conquer them

No man, women, child, or person will ever do or say anything that is worthy of abuse. NO ONE IS DESERVING OF ABUSE. No place for abuse in any country or culture.

He is a God of Justice, and His Divine Justice will be served

God does not view you as someone to be despised

Jesus Christ came to this earth to ... heal the unhealable ... and he's really good at it

Marcos A Aidukaitis

The gathering makes an eternal difference for all

The Lord will reward and bless you as you humbly serve Him.

The sunshine of my life (I want to be called this/have this)

Lift up your heart and rejoice

I feel My Saviors Love

Gerrit W. Gong

Do you know your story? What your name means?

We are ultimately all connected through the family of God

Family history is important

When asked where meaning comes in life, most people rank family as the first

Come find your voice, your song, your harmony in Him

Adrian Ochoa

3 principles learned from peter

1 Act in Faith in Jesus Christ

§ Trust the Savior more than you trust items or doubt bc of your challenges

§ Trust in the Savior brings peace as you move forward

§ In times of trouble turn to Jesus Christ right away

§ When we struggle that doesn’t mean the plan isn’t working – those are the moments we need the Savior the most

2 A daily focus on repentance

3 IDK

Kevin S. Hamilton

I don’t work with efforts I work with men. And men change their spots everyday

Changing ourselves

1 we must humble ourselves

2 we must have Faith in Jesus Christ

3 through His grace He can make week things become strong

o If we humble ourselves then He will give us His grace so we can change

o With His grace you can overcome any obstacle

Quinton L. Cook

1 Is Jesus Christ divine

2 Is the Book of Mormon the word of God

3 It Joseph Smith a prophet of God

True conversion is a result of the conscious acceptance and commitment to follow the will of God

Savior invites us to be His voice and His hands.

The Savior will be our guiding light

Thy Spirit Lord Has Stirred Our Souls

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Where do you go?

(A/N): This is requested by an anon and based on this post.

Summary: How does Hotch’s daughter, who everyone goes to with their own problems, cope with her mother’s death two years later?

Warnings: Angst. Grief. Dealing with a loved one’s death

Wordcount: 2.2k

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“Hey (Y/N), I really need your help with Tim. Do you have a minute for me?” (Y/N) turns around to see a boy from her science class. It’s not like she knows him that much, they occasionally team up for small projects, there is nothing more behind that.

“Uh of course. I just had my last class, so I got time for you.” She smiles and lets him, Vincent is his name she thinks, rant to her about how his boyfriend doesn’t understand his needs.

This is nothing out of the ordinary for her, to be asked for advice. She simply is a good listener and gives good tips, the best even according to people close to the teenager. The problem is her limited knowledge on relationships. “Coaches don’t play”, Hotch tells her. And he intends on keeping it that way.

“That does really suck. Did you try to talk to him about it?” (Y/N) asks the boy in front of her. Suddenly he bursts into tears, describing how he only sees breaking up as a solution. She awkwardly pats his back and says encouraging words to him. That he will make the right decision, that he shouldn’t rush it and that he has to take his time.

After Vincent, or is it Gordon, calms down he looks up at the girl. “Thank you for listening. You were a great help, (Y/N).” He hugs her and leaves.

As she looks over the parking lot she spots her father’s car. Excitedly (Y/N) walks over and gets onto the passenger seat. “Hey, I didn’t know you pick me up today”, she greets him.

“We finished the case early and I was on the way home and thought giving you a lift wouldn’t hurt. Who was that boy? Is there something I should know?” Hotch looks at her from the side. But his daughter shakes her head. “Don’t worry, he is gay. He just needed a shoulder to cry on about his ruined relationship.”

“You do know you are not the school’s therapist, don’t you? At this point your classmates should pay you.” He tries to joke about it, but as a father he is worried. Since Haley died, (Y/N) took it upon her to make sure everybody is happy, no matter at what costs.

“I know, Dad. I’m fine and Alex feels better.”

A few days later (Y/N) sits in JJ’s living room, watching the mother go from one place to the next. “Food is in the fridge, so help yourself. Henry’s bedtime is in half an hour, please make sure he goes to sleep by then. He should be easy to put down, Will made sure to tire him out earlier. All important numbers are on the fridge. Feel free to watch anything on the TV.”

The teenager volunteered to babysit Henry, giving his parents a child free evening. “Thank you, JJ. We will rock this, don’t we?” She looks down to the boy on her lap, who nods his head.

“Good. Behave for (Y/N), ok?” The mother gives her son a kiss on the head. After Will’s goodbye the couple is gone.

“Ok, how about we get real comfy on your bed and I read you a story?” Henry nods again. He takes (Y/N) by her hand to his room. As suggested they lay down on his bed.

“Which one do you want me to read to you?” But the boy looks unsure all of a sudden. “Can we just talk?” Surprised the teenager nods. “Whatever you like, champ.”

“Uh okay, do you know Mommy is a bit… much? She is like there and the next second she is here and then she isn’t here for days. I- this is sooo annoying”, Henry rants to her. He is only three, so it is kept rather simple.

“Oh man, she must be a handful, champ. But you have to keep in mind that she really loves you and in the end this is the only thing that matters. Do you love her, too?” It hurts her to talk about a mother’s love, since her own passed away over two years ago. (Y/N) still misses her. She is sure it will never go away.

“Of course I love her.” Sleepily Henry cuddles closer to (Y/N), holding his plush toy near him. After that, he falls asleep safe and sound. The teenager waits for a bit, watching him scrunching up his nose every few minutes.

The next day at the BAU a knock is heard on the Unit Chief’s door. “Come in!”

“Hey Dad, I thought a little visit wont hurt”, the daughter enters the room. Automatically a smile appears on Hotch’s face. “Also, I thought a little help from Spencer wont hurt, too”, she adds with a laugh. “Last time I checked he was in Garcia’s lair. You might have a shot finding him there”, he tips her off.

“Thank you Dad, you are the best!” Not long after this she steps into the Technical Analyst’s office and is immediately greeted by the preppy woman being anything but preppy.

“What in heaven’s name do they think I am, do you know it (Y/N)? They want me to work faster and more efficiently and expect me to be all sunshine and rainbows while looking at the most gruesome pictures ever taken on a daily basis! Un-be-lie-va-ble!” The blonde walks back and forth, gesticulating wildly.

The teenager takes her hands in an attempt to calm her down. “Sit down and tell me from the beginning what you are talking about.” This ends in Penelope raging about some superiors for an hour. When she finally calms down, it is like she wakes up. “Oh my, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to load all that up on you. You don’t need that in addition to-” She suddenly cuts herself off.

“I’m fine, really. It’ll be like any other day.” The smile the girl struggles to put on looks pained. “My sweet sweet summer child, the second anniversary of your mother’s death is not like any other day. You are still allowed to grief, you know that, right?” Penelope hugs (Y/N), cradling her close to her chest.

“I know, Penny. Thank you for reminding me. But I have to go, I need Spencer’s help with my chemistry assignment. You know, gotta keep those grades up.” With that she makes a beeline for the bullpen, leaving a stunned Technical Analyst by herself.

Since Foyet Hotch worries about his daughter. He learned many things about her coping mechanisms in the last two years: She tries to do it on her own.

In times like this the similarity between him and (Y/N) frustrates him. Aaron also tends to deal with his emotions alone, in the safe space of his own four walls. With all of his qualifications he knows it’s not healthy and he slowly learns to let his feelings loose around people he trusts, typically his team.

The difference between (Y/N) and Hotch is that he knows when he reaches his breaking point and she doesn’t about hers. So in a situation like right now being a profiler comes in handy with the job as a father.

It’s the day. The second anniversary of a mother’s death.

Hotch already planned the whole day for his two kids. At first he wakes both of them up, a luxus he seldom is able to indulge. But for today he has called into work saying he won't be coming any time before ten.

The mood around the house is suffocating. Even the little boy notices the heaviness of the day and its meaning.

“Are you ready, (Y/N)? I’m gonna drop you and Jack off at school!” Aaron shouts standing at the foot of the stairs. “I’m coming!” The answer is heard faintly.

Not long after this the Hotchner Household is on their way to the youngest’s elementary school. “Behave and remember: If you don’t feel fine it’s okay. Just tell your teachers and they will call me and I will get you, do you understand?” The father looks at his son with a certain seriousness. “Understood”, the blonde boy confirms and gives him a hug.

When he is back onto the driver’s seat, (Y/N) speaks up. “I don’t feel good about letting him to school today. What if he suddenly gets overwhelmed? I don’t think his teachers are able to calm him down.” Hotch gives his daughter a glance from the side. Jack never showed any signs of what she just described.

“They know to call me. I also told him it's all right to let them call me. He is in good hands.” It’s quiet for the next few minutes. “Dad, this is not the way to school”, the teenager tries to alert her father.

“I know. You won’t go today. I called you in sick when you were in the bathroom. I got the day planned, be ready to be surprised.”

The first thing they do is having breakfast in a little niché café. They once visited it regularly with Haley, way long before Jack was born. The two of them sit down at a booth in the corner.

“What can I get you two sweeties?” A waitress asks, her notebook ready in her hands. While the father orders their usuals, (Y/N) lets her eyes wander. So many memories at once crash onto her.

“Do you remember this one waiter, who always got you a hot cup of chocolate for free?” Aaron says after noticing her sad look. The girl begins to smile through the tears forming in her eyes. “Of course. Mom always got nearly a heart attack seeing me down it like it’s juice. I-” Her voice breaks. The tears fall down and make their way over her cheeks.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to say anything. I’m here. For anything you want or need me. Because nobody expects you to be alright, especially on this day.” He takes her hand and looks her in the eyes. (Y/N) nods, leaning against her father’s shoulder. He puts an arm on her, keeping her closer.

“I know. It’s just- It still hurts. So so badly. I feel like she still is here, but that’s just not true and that hurts me more.” Silently Hotch motions the waitress to make the order to go, while rubbing his child’s arm. Because that’s what she still is, a child.

A child that went through much, especially for her age. When (Y/N) calms down a little, they make their way back to the car.

“I thought we are going to the BAU to distract you for a while. But I can call the team and tell them we are going to do a SPA day at home or something. What do you want?”

“Can we go to them? And maybe leave earlier to do face masks at home before picking Jack up?” There is no way the father can say no to her puppy dog eyes. “Of course, Honey. Anything you want.”

As soon as the doors of the elevator open to floor six of the FBI building in Quantico, Penelope Garcia embraces (Y/N) in a big bear hug. “My sweet sweet summer child. You are so strong, I admire you. We are so happy to have you here” she whispers into the teenager's ear. “Thank you, Penny. Thank you so much.”

Over the course of the next few hours (Y/N) visits everyone’s desk. At first she goes into the lair, where mountains of cookies wait for her. Then she sits at Spencer’s desk, listening to cute facts about sloths. But Emily is quick to steal her from the genius, bribing the girl with new pictures of Sergio. Derek takes the teen from there, pushing her through the office on a desk chair with wheels. Her father is able to hear her laughs in his office, which puts a small smile on his face.

After that (Y/N) goes to JJ, who has a drawn picture from Henry for her. “Will had to write ‘best babysitter ever’ for him”, the blonde explains, pointing at the picture. The girl smiles. “Woah, I think you got a little Picasso at home. Tell him I love it.”

Her last stop is Rossi’s office. The older man looks at her with a fond smile. “Do you know that I see so much of your father and mother in you?” Confused, she glances at him.

“You are as stoic as Aaron. You are determined. But you are also caring and loving, like Haley. You are a perfect combination of both of them. Just keep that in your mind.”

As mysterious as this seems, it somehow makes (Y/N) happy. Happy to know a part of her mother is always with her.

Soon the little family departes for their home. Not long after they bid their goodbyes, Penelope receives a picture of the Unit Chief and the teenager with pink glitter masks. The father is willing to do anything to make her smile, even when this means he gets a basket of various masks the next day for teasingly reasons.

[funkymbtifiction]

Hey Charity! I've been a passive observer of your blog for quite a while and absolutely ADORE your knowledge and passion for the topic. I have been interested in mbti for quite some time now myself but I just can't seem to figure out my own type, as I am a little bit afraid to draw my own final conclusions just based on my personal perception and I am easily swayed by new information. So I decided to finally write you a little note!

Eversince I started looking into mbti, I was suspecting to be an ENFP and the only things I am absolutely sure about is that I am definitely on the Ne-Si axis and also an extroverted type. When I was a child I was the most striking Ne-dom: Out there, non-conformist, living in the fantasy world of my head but also massively projecting it outwards. But as I went to very strict schools where creativity was not appreciated I eventually started to resign more and more from my Ne-ness during puberty. Right now being out of this environment I got it back in an instant. I think a lot of people would describe me as the quirky, sunshine ENFP stereotype. I still make unusual connections on a daily and can easily jump from topic to topic, start a new hobby every half a year to then neglect it, but I wonder to what extent I need to do all of this, to be considered an Ne-dom.

I also have a weird relationship with Si. Even though I do not seem like it I am quite nostalgic and remember emotionally significant moments quite well but simultaneously I also struggle with practical things like cleaning. Most of the times when my roommates tell me to do things differently or "so and so", I still repeat my mistakes. I also sometimes have small problems with hypochondria and have already plagued my parents with visiting doctors multiple times.

But there's a problem: The focus I had on my own mind and imagination heavily shifted (even though it is obviously still there to some extent) to being interested in people and social dynamics. I basically spend my whole time analyzing different people, their behaviors and I deeply want to understand everything around me. I think this also stems from my desire of people trying to understand me too. So I have a good grasp on people, I am heavily influenced by the atmosphere of a room and also feel the strong need to be liked. So I looked feel inadequate to consider myself an Ne-dom. Also I am fairly unsure about how I feel in certain moments when having to make decisions. This lead to me recently feeling very disconnected with myself, my likes and dislikes and due to my very flourishing social life I am barely turned inward emotionally and just go with what is happening in the moment.

Also concerning Si: Even though I am quite impractical, I am prone to choosing a more secure life path. As a child I always wanted to be a writer or painter but I've been pretty much neglecting these interests right now, because I currently have two majors at uni. They're two social sciences, which is still not the most conventional choice I guess, but I still do them out of concern of instability. I am pretty happy with them, but also I feel like I need to finish both BECAUSE I started them in the past. Also because I feel like it is way to late to go after my real interests, as I am so "untrained" with them nowadays.

So in my brain I feel like I function a lot like a Fe-dom or at least like a semi-strong Fe-user. So that leaves a lot of questions. Is there a possibility that I am an ESFJ? Or might this just be connected to enneagram, as I also heavily suspect being somewhat of an attachment type (esp. 6) that tries to focus on people out of the fear of being hurt.

I have also considered being an ENTP in an Ne-Fe loop but I am unsure if I even have Ti at all. Some have also described me as being rational and pragmatic and I mean I do theoretically like theory badum zzz. I can also identify with Ti in concern of how I handle my own emotions, as I rather analyze then feel them. But that's basically it! Nothing more! But also I cannot by the life of me see Fi in myself right now, so that's weird.

So yeah, I am thoroughly confused!

I really hope this message is not too long or messy! (I am also not a native English speaker so I apologize for grammatical errors!

Kisses! <3333

ESFJ seems right. Your fascination with people and attempting to understand them, your interest in them and in reflecting the emotions of your environment, all suggest strong Fe. ENTPs are not as good at that, and have far less actual interest in people and their feelings -- until they mature, they "use" people's feelings to get what they want (such as talking themselves out of trouble by being flattering). You also seem rather stable and pragmatic, but there is also high Ne involved. Not seeing Fi in oneself often rules it out; not seeing high Ti probably means it's inferior in your stack.

Sorry, tried to send this privately and it failed.

[offbeatcappuccino]

dreams in prussian blue ~ addressing hiatus and our blues ongoing (netflix) review

Show : Our Blues

Streaming Service : Netflix

Rating: 7.5/10

Wow, I can't believe that I'm writing on this platform after being on hiatus for nearly five months. I think one of the biggest reasons why I wasn't writing as much as I used to on this platform is because I haven't been able to critically engage with k-drama content as much as I used to. Much of my k-drama watching has become merely a means of passing time. I watched k-dramas on plane rides and train commutes. This is unlike the past when watching a k-drama, was a part of my daily routine. Now, back at home, with nothing to do, I've eased myself back into watching Our Blues.

Our Blues boasts a stellar cast with several household names such as Shin Min Ah ( Hometown Cha Cha Cha), Kim Woo Bin (Uncontrollably Fond and Heirs), Lee Byung Hun ( Our Sunshine), Han Ji Min (Familiar Wife and One Spring Night), and Lee Jung Eun ( Parasite). The show takes place primarily on Jeju, South Korea's largest island. For English speakers, "blue" symbolizes hardship, despair, and sadness. In the world of "Our Blues", the color is equivocal. Blue is a representation of the breathtaking ocean that contains an abundance of fresh abalone and yellow hairtails, the source of the Jejuan people's livelihood. However, the vast ocean is a poignant reminder of our vulnerability and the constant fear that one day, we will drown when our insecurities, painful memories, and responsibilities become too much to bear just like the lives that were lost to the sea.

Like any Korean melodrama, each character in "Our Blues" has an inner struggle that they must overcome on their healing journey. Dong Seok deeply resents his ailing mother for neglecting him and becoming the mistress of a man whose family abused him. Seon-Ah, Dong Seok's first love, is a divorced mother with depression, who struggles to come to terms with the fact that she might lose custody of her toddler son. Eun Hui, who has successfully built a business in seafood distribution, secretly resents her entitled best friend, Miran. Hyeon and Yeong-ju, are brilliant high schoolers forced to confront shame and disapproval when Yeong-ju becomes accidentally pregnant. Complicating this matter is the fact that their fathers, Ingwon and Hosik, loathe each other and want the young couple to abort their six-month-old fetus. Then, there's Yeong-Ok, the cheerful flirtatious new haenyo (female diver that harvests shellfish), who has managed to earn the suspicion and chagrin of her co-workers, for her risky behaviors during dives and her secretiveness for much of her life. Yeong-ok pursues a relationship with her charming sea captain, Jeong Ju, who's deeply in love with Yeong-ok but his desires for a future with Yeong-ok are at odds with the barriers she puts up around herself and her aversion towards commitment.

The writers of "Our Blues" attempt to narrate the human experience through the lens of the relationships we choose to embark on. Relationships are both the source of trauma and healing for all the characters as they navigate trials and tribulations. Each episode focuses on the relationship arc between two characters and these relationships are not limited to romantic ones, but also include friendships, sibling, parent-child, grandparent-grandchild relationships as well. This diversity aids the writers in their ability to create nuanced and fresh perspectives on contentious issues such as the stigmatization of mental illness, ableism, and domestic violence.

However, in their efforts to create an engaging anthology-like series, the writing can be uneven and not all characters get stories worthy of attention. Some episode-arcs like the ones focusing on the friendship between Mi-ran and Eun-Hui are gripping and brilliant. They passionately convey how friendships can be just as complex and meaningful as romantic relationships and that the dissolution of a friendship can feel just as piercing a romantic ones. The story of Yeong-ok and Yeong-Hui (kudos to the creators for casting someone who actually has Down Syndrome) was poignant and thoughtful in its portrayal of ableism and caregiver burden. While Yeong-ok cares deeply for her sister, the stigma she and her sister face, hold her back from showing her genuine love for her sister and forces her to act resentful.

Then, there are stories that are underwhelming. Episode arcs that failed to impress me were the first three episodes between Han-su and Eun-Hui. These episodes suffered from a slow pace that made getting through these episodes feel like an eternity. It didn't help that Han-su's episode arc felt forced and out of place, and it was difficult to empathize with his self-imposed misery. Seon-ah and Dong-Seok's episode arc also suffered from sluggishness and an absolute lack of chemistry between the two characters. Other relationships feel too superficial and simplistic. While we're offered countless scenes of a happy Jeong-jun and Yeong-ok enjoying time with each other, we never can really understand what either character sees in each other and why Jeong-jun is deeply in love with her and wants to marry her. Same goes for the teen couple, Hyeon and Yeong-ju, whose relationship lacks the realism seen in other stories. While we're offered glimpses of the initial challenges both face due to Yeong-ju's pregnancy, after their fathers reconcile and agree to support them, it seems like these two got a fairytale ending and even get married. However, there is little room offered by the writers to explore the challenges associated with their current predicament. They are still teenagers and naturally conflicts will arise between them as they are forced to prematurely grow-up, but these discussions are barely touched on in the show.

Overall, "Our Blues" greatest flaw may lie with the fact that it's bitten off more than it can chew. Regardless, the show is still a decent watch, if you're look for splashes of melancholic seaside charm to tint your weekend watching experience.