#my non existent patience is being tested

[confusedkittensposts]

Every time I think I just might like Jensen, a lil bit, he opens his trap and makes me want to hit him with a chair

[bruciemilf]

I know this is a DC blog but I NEED dad Logan. Get that murder teddy bear some kids ASAP.

Fancast + non canon Headcanons ahead.

BOBBY MY BELOVED / 16

“Sure everything in my life is terrible. But at LEAST I’m gay”

Makes pop culture references Logan doesn’t understand. “Logan threw the first brick at stonewall” “what are you SAYING” “he’s an ally”

Can, will, and has gaslight Logan into thinking he’s homophobic just for not letting Bobby do what he wants

Stole a beer from Logan once and they found him drunk crying at 3 am. He calls Logan to apologize about it. “I’m sO sorryyy. You know I love you??” “Go to bed” “noOoo” Logan is next to him.

Has a secret YouTube channel and everyone watches for Logan interactions specifically

Mabel Pines coded

KITTY… that’s his half pint your honor. / 17

Logan is terrified. Why are you such an easy kid. Why aren’t you rebelling? Why isn’t defiance bleeding on your fists?

Why aren’t you clawing and biting and snarling for your freedom? Why aren’t you being a kid? Who do I have to skin-

Daughters are not supposed to exist quietly.

I hc that Kitty’s family is extremely unsupportive of her being a mutant, — but they’re just traditional in general. Specifically she’s petrified of being around/existing along men.

Certified babysitter when Logan’s not around. She’s so big sister.

“guys!1!11!!!! mr. Logan said not to do that!1!1!1”

Logan BEGS her to be a shitty teenager for like 10 minutes. Be bratty!!! Tell him to fuck off! Throw a tantrum!!!! “But I’m not a kid.” “You’re MY kid.”

JUBILEEE daddy’s girl / 15

Problem Child TM

Plays Rock n Roll by Avril Lavigne at 4 am to piss Logan and her siblings off when they annoy her

Grounded all the time but if she fake cries Logan will shamefully relent.

Always puts Logan’s patience to the test because she anticipates him leaving/giving up on her

Foster child with issues. She spent half her life looking for people and the other half being abandoned by them. This won’t be any different.

Except Logan is very good at fighting destiny.

Your honor I don’t CARE Logan is made to be a girl dad!!!!

“On the spectrum. Not saying which one”

STRONG she/they energy

Most affectionate with Logan out of all the kiddos. Her love language is terrible pancake making (Logan eats them anyway) and cat cuddling.

ADHD icon

LAURA (murder baby) / 7

Brings dead birds/mice to her family members (affectionate)

Charles has the bright idea to enroll her in school with the kids. “It’s important for children to socialize with peers their own ages.” “Can’t socialize if they’re all DEAD.”

That meme of the little boy and his father with an arrow in his shoulder

Youngest child privilege

Steals Bobby’s phone and shoot’s hilariously off angle family vlogs. One of them includes her stealing Logan’s motorcycle while he runs after her

[vroomvroomcircuit]

You pulling in made me wish your Dad pulled out

(A/N): Thank you to @foreveralbon for workshopping this fic with me with this prompt. I don't know what to do if you weren't my muse.

Summary: Charles pissed off his neighbor with his parking. Her answers are notes taped to his car window. How can evolve more out of that?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female!reader

Wordcount: 1.6k

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(Y/N) knows that she isn’t the most professional car parker. She should never start a career as a valet for sure. After all, she needed a second attempt on her own practical test to attain her drivers license.

But there is this one neighbor of hers. She doesn’t know what he looks like, what his name is or where he even lives. But (Y/N) knows one thing for sure: He is a shit parker.

Like, he is the worst person at parking that has ever walked the world. If he could, he probably would park his oh so expensive car onto other cars. But she tries to not let that get too close to her. After all, we just talk about parking spaces and it’s not worth getting her blood pressure up over it.

But (Y/N) found her tipping point.

Her whole morning has been a shit show. Her alarm went off, but she accidentally turned it off instead of giving herself another five minutes of sleep. Five minutes turned into 45. That meant the young woman had to rush through her usual morning routine and she is 90 % sure that she put at least one clothing item on the wrong way.

But it’s ok, she is still on time. She just needs to get out of the car par-

This is where (Y/N) last thread of patience with that neighbor snaps in two like a potato chip, crisp and unclean. This person parked the front half of his car in a way that completely blocks (Y/N)’s rear end from exiting the car in a way that does not hinder the sidewalk.

It takes a solid seven minutes to get out of her spot, trying not to scratch hers or another car. Arriving a few minutes late at work because of that and receiving a reprimand from her boss is really the young woman’s last straw. On her lunch break she does some snooping on the internet and comes across a really fine find. It’s worth the price and shipping cost to her.

Actually, she can’t wait for the week it is supposed to take to arrive at her doorstep.

But the time between that particular day and the day of arrival do fly by when you use it getting madder and madder at the dickhead that is unable to park like a normal person.

The next occurrence doesn’t take long after (Y/N)’s package finally arrives. She wanted to park her vehicle in her usual spot when Mr. Ferrari already took his and her own too. How can one person be such an asshole?

(Y/N) takes one of the business card sized cuts out of her glove box and puts it in the slit of the black car’s window. Satisfied with her work she steps back into her vehicle and looks for a different spot, ending up walking several minutes back to her apartment building, having to look somewhere farther away.

Charles can see from a distance that there is a card at his car’s windowshield. Which makes him suspicious. Surely no one thinks that he wants to sell his car for cheap, so it can’t be one of those car handler’s business cards. Maybe it’s a new ruse of thieves, trying to get him to stand long enough at his car to read it and be able to steal his car. Or they are kidnappers. Anyways, he makes quick work of putting the card into his pocket and drives off at a neck breaking speed.

When he arrives at his destination, the Monegasque pulls the piece of paper out and reads it. “The way you pulled in makes me wish your dad pulled out”, he reads aloud, laughing a little to himself.

He has to admit that he might not be the best at parking. Who is he even kidding, he would win the world championship at being the worst car parker possible. But the thought of someone getting that angered over his non-existent skills.

It’s something that makes him happy throughout his entire day. Which is his main reason to try and look how much he can piss that particular neighbor off even more.

So Charles starts parking even worse. If he also starts on the habit of watching out of his window more often now, he would claim it is just a coincidence. But something in him wants to meet that neighbor.

That person that gets more and more creative with their insults. One time they called him an obstacle to evolution. The other day the business card said something along the lines of him belonging to the asshole club now.

Another, a handwritten, note asked him not to reproduce. The neighbor even left a condom for him. This made Charles laugh so loudly, that (Y/N) looked out her opened window.

She just finished one of the worst shifts she ever had since starting that job and all she wants is just a quiet evening to come down from the stress. Just the noise of the laugh is enough to set her off again.

Seeing her handsome neighbor from under her apartment pocketing the note and condom she left just minutes earlier isn’t what she expected. Watching him opening the car, sitting down and driving off is even less on her list.

It kind of destroys her world view, realizing that hot neighbor and asshole parker are the same person. In the last couple of weeks (Y/N) started to get some fun out of the mean comments she left at the black Ferrari’s window. This also could be her chance to finally make a move on him.

The young woman waits for the brunette to return with his car and stays seated on her couch for another couple minutes, for extra measure of course. After that, she leaves the apartment building with her prepared note and tapes it to the car’s rear window.

Charles on the other side stays glued to his window as soon as he enters his apartment. He finally wants to catch the person that gets angrier and angrier each time he parks in an outrageous way in the act.

Seeing the beautiful neighbor, who lives above him, sticking another note to his car makes his heart flutter in an unexpected way. For some time now he wanted to get to know her and if everything went according to his original plan, ask her out on a date. But maybe he can now use this to his advantage.

As soon as the beautiful neighbor is back in the building Charles waits an extra couple minutes before he once again makes his way to his car.

Running over his vehicle with a pep in his step, Charles is kind of excited about what insults or threats await him now. He has to admit, he actually parked pretty decently. Or as decent as he is able to. So the note has to be at least a little bit nicer than the previous ones.

“Hey neighbor. I thought instead of shitting on you and your parking skills even more, I want you to help and get better. I may not be a driving teacher, but helping you wouldn’t make your skills worse. Just text me with the times you are available at ;)” signed with (Y/N)’s name and number.

It’s kind of funny to explain to the press later how Charles met (Y/N) and became her boyfriend.

"Yeah, well I know that my driving has become sort of a, a meme,” he answers when asked a week after his announcement on instagram, “And my neighbor wasn’t too fond of it either. So she started to leave me these really funny, but also really aggressive notes at my car. One said something like I won the inconsiderate Parker Price. Which made me quite proud.” This entices a laugh out of the journalist. “Yeah, (Y/N) has a really good way with words, I fear. But in the end she offered me some parking lessons.” Charles smiles and thinks back to them.

He had texted (Y/N) immediately and they set up a date for the lesson two days away. But they still continued to text non stop and by the time they met up, it felt like they had been friends for years.

Which didn’t stop (Y/N) raging at Charles after his fifth failed attempt of parking his car according to her instructions. “I don’t believe you anymore. With the way you park you are not from Monaco but the deepest and wildest parts of Italy! Your Ferrari seems really fitting now!” This drew a laugh out of him until she graced him with the meanest look he didn’t expect her to be able to muster up.

“How about dinner as a thank you and apology?” He asked sheepishly, trying both to diffuse the situation and make his move. Why not shoot his shot right now?

Luckily the young woman agreed.

“In the end my parking skills weren’t enough to win her over, but my charm was what scored me a second date.”

And a third. A relationship. After some more funny parking jokes and him kneeling down on one knee with a ring and the promise to take lessons to keep their future family safe he even scored himself his unexpected forever.

[angelwhisp3rs]

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐒 obsession

Pairing: ID!Leon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Training the rookies was a pain until he met her. His sweetest new obsession, he wouln't stop till he was buried deep inside her.

Tags: smut, fluff, age gap (not too much! i imagined leon being 37 and the reader being 23-25, so everyone is legal and consenting! Its not his age in ID but i use it only bc of the character background), p in v, eating out, riding, breeding kink, leon is obsessed!, a small housewife kink.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ on repeat: exo - obsession

Notes: Got too excited and posted without proofreading it! If i missed anything, please let me know so i can correct it! Also, when will tumblr make a pastel pink theme for the dashboard? I hate that everything we have is either a sad/gloomy hipster or raging gothic theme.

From all his years working at the D.S.O, Leon was stressed pretty much all the time, never catching a break, too exhausted. That showed on the increasing wrinkles forming from his frowns, and the occasional white hair that appeared on top of his head. In his non-existent breaks, he had another thing on his belt: training the new agents.

At first, it was a pain in the ass, watching those morons do the same mistake over and over, it really made Leon think it was getting too easy to be a D.S.O agent. Some repeated the same mistakes over and over again, and because of it, Leon frequently lost his patience, soon getting known as a hardass. 

As time went by, he began losing hope for the future of the department, until she came through. Pretty body, voice as soothing as a canary and delicious lips that called for him. And the best thing was that she was better than all of these morons, throwing down even the experienced rookies.

Since Ada, Leon didn’t know what it was like to be this obsessed with a woman. He wanted to know her next step, have her by his side all the time, know how her soft skin feels underneath his rough fingertips. He dreamed of her, and caught himself checking her out more than he should. Chris always teased him in private, telling him “his star student is making him turn back to his twenties”. God, they had a small age gap, but thinking about it only made his cock throb. Maybe dealing with rookies made his mind turn him back to his twenties.

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As their “graduation” got closer in time, all the new agents began training more, but none were like her. She came in first and left after all of them, always using the training gym by herself the most she could. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Leon offered private training, becoming a private tutor to her.

Instead of making things easy, it just caused him to become even more addicted to her - he now knew her thoughts, her quirks and her perspectives. As they spent more and more time together, it was clear that she found him attractive too - he knew he was still successful with women, after all (even if he was more dumped than anything). Leon had cemented in his mind that he needed her, and now he just needed to find a way to approach her.

She will be all his.

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One of the nights, he had to spend in his office reading and filing boring documents, Leon heard a gentle knock on his door. “Come  in” he simply answered, and to his surprise - and excitement, it was his little star. She entered his office, and her usual sparkly eyes were dull, the poor thing was too tired, working herself too much.

“What happened, rookie? You look exhausted. Working too much to bring me down?” Leon said with a smirk

“Ha, you wish, sir.” Oh, how that term made his pants tighten. “I just came for help, I don’t know. I’ve been focusing on sharpening my skills for the admission test, but I don’t know…” she said unsure

“Hey, don’t tell the rest, but you’re the only one that I would bet on getting in” he reassured her, standing up and taking a seat beside her in his couch “You’re too much in your head, agent”

“I know, I just can’t turn it off…” she whined, making Leon think how she would sound if he made her cum around his cock 

That 's it. That was Leon’s chance to get his favorite student. He put a hand on her thigh, not too close to her precious cunt and said quietly to her “It’s alright, sweetheart… I can help you, if you want”

She knew where this was going, and it turned her on more than she thought. Feigning innocence, she pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear, nodding “But… How, sir?” and looked at his lips

Leon smiled, caressing her jaw “let me fill your mind, rookie. Why don’t you sit at my desk, hm?” 

She stood up and slowly went to his desk, sitting on it and letting her head fall to the side, as if to question him “what’s next?” with her body language. Leon follows her, standing between her legs and letting his hands caress the outer side of her thighs. His face lowers to her neck, his kisses and his stubble causing a warm sensation to run through her skin. A soft gasp left her lips, her hands caressing the back of his head.

Feeling him smirk against her skin, he kept placing slow and gentle kisses, adding some nibbles on the mix “That’s what my best student needs, right? A real man to touch her”

He lays her on his desk, pushing his papers aside, pulling her hips into his - his cock adding a nice weight to her sensitive wetness. He slowly pushed her shirt up, watching her beauty for a moment “You’re perfect, baby”. As he whispered the praise, her cheeks blushed more, a soft giggle leaving her lips. He finally kissed her lips and both were hungry for each other, to quench the thirst they had been accumulating after months. 

Leon swiftly undoes her bra, not wasting any time and circling his tongue around her nipples, sucking and lightly nibbling it. Underneath him, her breath quickens, as she whines freely as he teased her. Trying to ease their ache, Leon grinds their centers together, his cock so hard that his zipper presses against his member.

Soon, he removed her pants, kissing as her skin showed - inch by inch. Again, his stubble creates goosebumps in her legs, as he worshiped her body - she deserved it, after all, he wanted to make her addicted to him and his taste. Watching her panties so drenched as they were glued to her pussy, he couldn't help but nuzzle into her bundle of nerves, causing a gentle jump on her. He kissed and licked the wet spot, as if trying to eat her up. 

“F-fuck, please take them off, sir” she whined, not even realizing that she kept the term. Leon, deciding that he wasn’t in a teasing mood, guided the clothing down, letting his pretty star all spread on his desk - his to take, to tease, to fuck, to breed. 

“Shit, baby girl, you are so wet for your teacher… you wanted me to take you, right? You wanted me to go crazy and drench my face with you. huh?” He teased her as he got on his knees, aligning his face against her cunt. She was so red, puffy and wet, not even the most delicious candy could compare to her.

His tongue tasted her at first with kitten licks, causing a loud moan to rip from her mouth. “Keep quiet, sweetheart. We don’t want anyone coming here and seeing you spread out like a needy slut, right?” at his comment, and as if teasing her, he finally sucked and rolled his tongue around her clit, letting his index finger circle her wet entrance. Almost as if she was distressed, she cupped her mouth with her hand, rolling her eyes back at the pleasure. 

Pushing his finger forward, slowly, until he's entirely inside her, he kept eating her out with gusto, as if he was a starved man. Soon, what was one finger turned into two, her juices were flowing through his palm as he began to be more desperate for her - but he wouldn’t stop till she let him taste her entirely. “It feels good, doesn’t it, my doll? I’m the only man and only one for you, gonna make sure to keep this pussy satisfied till I die”.

His fingers and mouth worked more ferociously, pussy drunk wasn’t even close to describe how he was feeling.On the other end, she had tears in her eyes as one hand didn’t leave her mouth as the other one tugged his hair hard, making him moan against her drenched cunt. “S-sir, o-oh g-god…need to c-cum!” she pleased, looking down at him with glazed eyes.

“Do it, baby girl, give it to me” he ushered her, maintaining the pace till she finally coated his fingers, tongue and mouth with her essence. As her ‘little death’ came, she felt as if fireworks erupted inside her mind - none of her exams daring to creep up on her mind.

He praised and marked her thighs as she came down from her high. The girl pulled Leon into a passionate kiss, smiling in contentment, reaching cloud 9000. Pulling away, she whispered against his lips “Let me repay you, Leon. Wanna make you feel just as good”

“Not today, doll.” He whispered, sitting back in his chair and pulling his pants and underwear down, patting his lap “I know how to help you even further”, he said with a wicked glint in his eyes.

Like an excited bunny, she hopped off his desk and jumped into his lap, resuming her kisses on his mouth - casually descending into his jaw and neck, enjoying the pleased hums that he lets out. He palmed her ass and firmly grabbed it, giving some gentle smacks as she had his fun with him. To Leon, in all of his life, that was his happiest moment: having his pretty princess on his lap, all naked, hypnotized in kissing and feeling him up. 

“Go ahead, baby, let me finally empty your mind and use you” he calmly ordered her, caressing her cheeks adoringly. Soon, she positioned herself and slowly sat down on his cock, rolling her eyes back and holding into his chair behind him. 

“S-so b-big…” she moaned, her head falling into his shoulders as the girl swallowed all of him. She was so tight, wet and perfect, Leon almost came deep in her cunt just by her inserting him. His head got dizzy for a moment, his hold on her ass tightening, as he grunted and pressed his eyes closed. 

Dedicatedly, she began jumping up and down on his cock, their skin slapping as the woman looked directly into his eyes. If anyone saw them at that moment, they would attest that both had heart in their eyes. her tits jumped up and down in front of him, making his tongue and fingers play with them as the couple lost their minds in pleasure.

“Good job, doll… jumping on my cock like the good girl you are… it’s all for you, always for you” he said rambling in pleasure,  busying his mouth to tell her praises and roll her sensitive nipples on his tongue, as her cunt drenched his cock, causing a white ring at the base.

Holding tightly into the back of his chair, her hips worked even faster on him, making Leon moan more frequently in pleasure, slapping her ass, leaving behind his handprints on her pretty skin. His head falls back as he watches the goddess in front of him taking what's hers and milking his cock into her hungry pussy. He would make sure that she passed her admission check, so every end of shift he would breed her cunt, till she is finally all of his - the mother of his children, his pretty wife. But that’s a talk for later.

After some minutes pass, Leon takes over and thrusts from below, making her body turn into his own ragdoll, her moans flowing freely into his mouth. Some minutes passed, and both were on the brink of their orgasm, so close to reaching their true paradise “Will you let me fill you, doll? Make your womb so full of me, gonna make you get home with me drenching on your legs” he taunted her.

Not handling much more teasing, and his words serving as a catalyst to her peak, she nods and coats his cock with her sweet arousal, biting down on his shoulder to drown out her sounds. Her roughness and the new tight hold on his cock makes him spill into her gummy walls, emptying himself. Finally, he marked her as his. His doll, his love, his property.

Both were coming down from their highs, trying to control their breathing, letting their heartbeat slow down. He caressed her hair, kissing her cheeks and nuzzling their noses together, all smiles. “So, did I help?” he asked jokingly.

“Didn’t even know why I came here” she answers teasingly.

From now on, Leon would never be exhausted for the wrong reasons ever again.

[donnerpartyofone]

My most pointless complaint of the day is the very old news that man, Duolingo sucks. I feel trapped with it not just because of my 1000+ day streak--a feeling they're surely counting on--but because I'm not really sure how to estimate my proficiency level and transfer it over to another platform. I tried using Mango but I don't really like the way it's set up, and I also don't have the patience to figure out whether and how to skip forward to lessons that feel new. Also my proficiency is in a pretty weird state, like I recently read a whole novel without TOO much help but my writing is bad and my conversation is non-existent. I have a couple other systems to try out, but in the meantime I'm slavishly slogging along with Duo and it's like. There are so many bad things about it. If it started out like this, I never would have used it in the first place. I miss the discussion tab, I miss just being able to find out WHY something is structured a certain way, like what's the rule. The examples are even more abstract and unnatural than ever, the section tests include examples I've never seen before, and it blows that I don't get to skip forward when I'm consistently acing something. The latter thing especially sucks because I have almost no sense of progress anymore; I can't totally prove it but I'm pretty sure I'm now spending WAY more time than ever before on the same things, even compared with when I was not skipping ahead in the past. I started to feel like I was hallucinating, like am I really checking in on this thing every day for months to keep telling it over and over again that I know how to say "I do not want to go to a bar because I am not thirsty" (an excuse that has never occurred to me in my life)? Every day for weeks and weeks and weeks Duo has made me say "I always go to Switzerland in the summer"; finally I progressed to a new section and I thought YES, AT LAST, SOME NEW SENTENCES! ...and the new section is about vacations, and now I still have to say "I always go to Switzerland in the summer" every single day. Like if their confidence is really that low, about whether I can learn that one phrase after months of repetition, then they should just shut down the whole app because what's the point?

I mean, yes, I know, I don't HAVE to do this. I'm agreeing to this torture. I just have this feeling that to stay in practice, or maintain some kind of continuity, I need to keep it up until I firmly decide on a new platform. Or at least a new method. I could always stick to only reading foreign language books for fun and just decide that it doesn't bother me that my writing and speaking will always suck. I didn't really have a goal in mind anyway so maybe it doesn't matter.

[atschoolunfortunetly]

Wholesome Sonic and Tails Once Again!

I have testing today! I'm scared! Anyway, fic time! It ends very abruptly because I had no idea what else to write lol. Hope you enjoy it!

After everything that happened on Starfall Islands, one would think Sonic could deal with anything that was thrown his way. Sonic himself was confident in that statement. Which is why he hates how he doesn’t know how to deal with one thing, his feelings. Feelings were never his thing and honestly he never really knew what to do when negative ones came out. 

He has felt negative emotions before. He would be lying if he said he hasn’t. He’s been scared, nervous, upset, the whole lot but he never let any of them keep him down long. So, it made him confused on why his heart ached watching Tails pack away some of his most important equipment in a large case.

“Hey, Sonic, you mind grabbing me that contraption behind ya? I wanna work on it while I’m gone.”

“Alright, I gotcha.”

Sonic picked up the contraption and handed it to Tails with a small smile on his face. He lied earlier when he said he didn’t know what he was feeling. He knows damn well what it is but he doesn’t feel like admitting it. 

Tails is going out on his own and Sonic won’t be there. 

It wouldn’t be the first time Tails went out on his own adventure but something just felt different this time. This time Sonic won’t be near when Tails is exploring the world on his own. This time Tails won’t be gone for a week but months instead.

This time, Sonic is watching instead of acting. Watching as Tails grows up. Sonic remembers back when he first found Tails. The fox stuck to his side like glue and Sonic allowed him to stick. He taught the fox everything he knows and now…

Now Tails is taking a big, humongous step in his life.

And Sonic will only be able to witness it.

Sonic let out a light sigh as Tails zipped his suitcase shut. He stretched a bit before turning and facing Sonic.

Sonic raised a brow, “Got everything?”

“Almost.” Was Tails simple answer as he “dusted off” his hand despite the workshop being as clean as it could possibly be.

“Almost? What else could there be? You’re taking half the workshop!”

Tails puffed his cheeks, “No I’m not! I’m taking, like, ten things!”

Sonic chuckled, “You sure? This place feels barren to me!”

Tails let out a groan as Sonic chuckled some more, “You’re so dramatic.”

“It’s part of my charm!”

“What charm?”

Sonic sent Tails a glare, “I’ll have you know I have a ton of charm.”

“Mmm, nah don’t see it.”

“Why you-”

Sonic pulled Tails over to him and immediately trapped him in a light headlock and began giving him a light noogie.

“Gah! Sonic!”

Tails broke from his hold with ease before trying to fix his fur, “...Meanie.”

“Hey, you’re leaving! I feel like I deserve to noogie you at least one more time.”

“You can noogie me when I come back!”

Sonic simply rolled his eyes in response, “Yyyeah, but that won’t be for a while and my patience to noogie you is non-existent.”

Tails let out a huff, “Not my fault you don’t have patience in general.”

Sonic let out a fake dramatic gasp, “I do too have good patience in general!”

“Do not!”

“How would ya know?”

“Sonic, I’ve lived with you for years. You think I wouldn’t know how far your patience can stretch?”

Sonic rolled his eyes again, “Can’t be that bad.”

Tails simply sent Sonic a look that spoke for him. Sonic sighed and shook his head before Tails and him both broke out into laughter. Once they calmed down Sonic’s brain remembered what started the conversation in the first place.

“So, what else do you need before you leave?”

Tails paused before letting out a sigh, “It ain’t much, I can grab it before I leave.”

“Sure you won’t forget it?”

“It’s kinda hard to forget.”

“What, is it, like, the Miles Electric?”

“Sonic, I packed that up first. I would be a fool not to.” 

“Well, geez! How am I supposed to know that!”

Tails raised a brow, “Cause you’ve been watching me pack this entire time?”

“You put way too much trust in my memory.”

At that Tails let out a sigh, “Chaos, what will you do without me?”

“...I don’t know.”

Sonic leaned his back against the table he was near and Tails gave him a confused look wondering why the mood in the room seemed to lower. 

“Gee, I don’t think I've ever seen you this upset before.”

“I’m not upset! Just…I don’t know. You know me and my feelings, bro, I ain’t good at them.”

Tails sighed, “It’s just going to be a few months. And even then I’m going to be calling almost every weekend.”

“I know! That’s why I am so confused about things! Gah, emotions are weird! Why can’t they, I don’t know, be like running!”

“I agree, emotions suck. Why can’t they simply be normal? Why must feelings be, gasp, feelings!?”

“Feelings need to learn how to read the room…and my brain.”

Both brothers laughed at that.

“I’d fistfight my feelings if they were a person,” Tails admitted like it was his darkest secret.

“Feelings is, like, that one annoying guy that comes and bothers you during either really big events or the smallest thing.”

“Big events are understandable but then sometimes it’s just- Why am I suddenly sad while making myself a snack! Did the snack personally send an encoded message to my brain or something?” Tails broke down laughing at the end of his sentence and Sonic joined him.

“The snack wants your tears because all of the snacks you eat are always dry.”

“No, they’re not!”

“Yes, they are!”

The mood in the room went back to normal as Tails and Sonic proceeded to continue talking about how awful each other’s snack tastes were. Everything had to calm down, however, when Tails picked up the suitcase and proceeded to pack it into the Tornado. The sun was high in the air as Tails did a quick check-up on the Tornado to make sure it was alright to go.

“Got everything? Did everything?” Sonic asked, tilting his head ever so slightly.

“Almost, I need to do one more thing,” Tails answered.

“Well, what is it-”

Sonic was cut off as Tails ran right at him, wrapping his arms around the hedgehog in a tight squeeze. Sonic immediately returned the hug and the brothers stood their ground for a solid minute before Tails spoke up.

“I love you bro.”

Silence only lasted a few seconds before Sonic chuckled, “Ew, sentimental words.”

Tails immediately pulled himself away, “Nevermind.”

“I was joking! I love ya, bro!” Sonic quickly responded as Tails let out a laugh.

“I know, I know.”

Silence made a comeback as Sonic and Tails stared the other down with smiles on their faces.

“Well, this is goodbye partner,” Sonic sighed.

“Yep. Once again, I’ll be calling on the weekends!” Tails shouted as he sat himself down in the pilot seat.

“If you don’t I’ll find you! That’s a threat!” Sonic shouted back.

“I’ll beat you up! Don’t test me!”

“Try me, air boy!”

“That insult doesn’t make sense!”

“You don’t make sense!”

Tails grinned a cocky smirk before promptly shouting, “At least I am a cryptic on purpose!”

“What does that mean?!”

“You know what it means!”

“No!? I don’t!?”

“Byeee~!”

With those words Tails turned the plane on as Sonic kept shouting at him.

“What!? I can’t hear you over the plane!”

“I hate-love you!”

“I hate-love you as well!”

“I hope your trip is safe and satisfactory!”

“Thanks! I’ll call ya later!”

“Bye!”

“Bye!”

With those words the plane made its take-off and Sonic stood where he was until the plane was out of sight. Once it was, Sonic let out a groan as he felt like a weight was added to his body.

“Well this sucks, I’m going to crash on the couch.”

And then he did.

[authorsharonforester]

Writing Sample: A Small Paper About Kids

At some point in my college career when I was studying to be an early childhood teacher, I was required to write a paper about infants and toddlers, and talk about their growth, development and

learning. I couldn't tell you how many times I've used all of those words, along with "multiculturalism" and "diversity" and "inclusion." Anyways... While most of my papers were long gone and lost, I did find this one that I still had stored online. I thought I would use it to share my writing style and sample on non-fictional writing, even though fictional writing is where my love pours out the most. I just love writing in general, which is why these blog posts even exist. The small paper is below. I hope you like it!

Infant/Toddler Growth, Development, And Learning ​ By Sharon Forester

Understand The Context Of Infant/Toddler Growth/Development

It is very essential to understand how an infant/toddler grows and develops because when you work the field, you want to do what is best for the child, demonstrating all the right things in front of the child to reach the set of goals that is made for them. We know that children are very honest, curious little things. They are also smarter than people give them credit for. They see everything and they tend to copy any example that is presented in front of them, and we all know that we don’t want all the bad things to stick on them as they grow older. Understanding how growing/development works on children helps caregivers/parents come up with the best ways of approaching the opportunities for learning and seeing the progress that is being made. Some matters about children are supposed to be really obvious in order for them to further grow, such as building relationships and trust with them. We can’t expect a child to follow our lead if they don’t trust or even know us. We also need to let them know that we care about them as individuals and that we are interested in who they are and what they want to do every step of the way. A child is not going to listen to us if we don’t show them kindness or support. The lack of kindness will only tell them that this world is unsafe for them and that there won’t be anyone willing to be there for them. Understanding what we need to do so we can be helpful to children and not be hurtful will allow us to build the proper curriculum for the classroom where we attend children daily. We want to be the kind of people that will cause a positive impact.

Redefining “Curriculum” For Infants And Toddlers

When looking at the word “curriculum,” the word is associated with topics and strategies that we write down for lessons that we feel is important to teach the children, so they can become mature, well-developed adults. I notice that a lot of people define curriculum in schools as all the paperwork and class tests that they need to do in the classroom so they can get the passing grades they need to pass grade levels and graduate. But that’s just it. Schools lately have not been about learning, it has been about passing, and that’s just getting worse as the years pass by, which is why we need to be caring teachers when working with children by remembering why we entered the position of being a teacher in the first place, and the same goes for parents. We need to let them know that school is important while teaching them that learning can be fun. If we have patience and understanding, then we will be able to function as good teachers and give children the help that they really need throughout their childhood. We need to be especially determined to be the best in the child’s youngest years, because those are the critical ages where we need to feed their minds and show them good examples to follow in life. Many adults don’t reach half the development in specific areas like social emotional development because their past caregivers/parents have not taught them those things before or after they enter school. Schools think that children need to already know how to read when they are first entering the classroom, and that’s not true. First-time schooling is the time period where children are supposed to first learn how to read in the first place. 99% come in not knowing how to read, and then when they have to do testing, they won’t know how to answer questions because they haven’t reached that point yet. The meaning of curriculum is all the important things that we need to be teaching children in a memorable way that will impact them for the good of the future, not fill their desks with paperwork after paperwork. In generalization, people don’t understand that every little thing you do with children is caught as a learning experience. Any little thing you do with a child will make or break a relationship or cause an emotion to stir depending how the teacher is impacting the child when they interact. Caregivers tend to not count passing time (such as getting ready in lines to transition from one activity to another) as a moment of learning as school hours. Of course these transitions are indeed as worth it as any other opportunity for children to learn things during school hours. When teachers create their own strategies for getting children ready to stand in line to go somewhere or transition to another activity, they are learning that there is an order in this world that they are all aware that they need to follow, just like anyone else does. They learn to identify the appropriate times of being silent or loud, in control or all over the place.

Respecting Infants And Toddlers

Respecting toddlers and infants means that we need to be aware that infants and toddlers are not objects and they need to be treated as equal human beings like we treat anyone else in our daily lives. A perfect common example of this is when a caretaker or a parent is taking care of a baby and knows there are going to be times the child is going to need diaper changes or help with potty breaks, but they tend to see it as something that they need to do and get over with instead of seeing it as a moment of bondage to strengthen relationships. The wrong way of taking care of bathroom time is quickly scooping up the child and getting the matter over with in silence as you distract the child with a toy to get the job done. The correct way to approach a diaper-changing session is by talking to the baby, letting them know that you are approaching them and informing them about what you are going to do with them before taking action. This is just one of many, many examples of good/bad behaviors between caregivers/parents and infants/toddlers. What I see the most often is when a child cries for a need or a want and the adult dismisses the behavior forcefully by demanding the child to stop being ridiculous without responding to how he feels and how they can help them feel better, or they just ignore the behavior all together, expecting them to stop crying at some point. A good caregiver/parent will respond to how the child is feeling in the moment, showing that they care about them and their feelings and helping them recognize the emotion they are feeling and guide them to learn how to handle and express them in an appropriate manner, such as encouraging them to use their words and not their bodies meanwhile having them comprehend why a situation has gone the way it has. ​ A short informative article about gaining wisdom on how to educate infants and toddlers to bring awareness to new parents and teachers alike. Link to the article: https://hubpages.com/education/Infant-Toddler-Growth-Development-And-Learning

[cosmichighpriestess]

See how I overcame so much adversity with so much grace, so much patience, so much compassion, so much forgiveness & so much wisdom? I'm so grateful every moment, I'm unbothered, unmoved, at peace and living proof that with God anything is possible. I'm so grateful for the experiences that made me unshakable and unbreakable. It doesn't matter what threat or situation is thrown my way, I know God has my back. It often takes me leaving people's lives, and watching me go from sad & depressed one moment; transmuting energy (because they were projecting negative energy onto me). To, being optimistic & happy (my true core signature frequency energy) for them to register that I was very valuable, very rare and never needed them. They just couldn't see it because my embodiment of love made them feel like they were the prize. They thought they were the only guy in the world and that I should chase them. I'm not co-dependant on their acceptance.

When they were supposed to step up to the plate and become the champion, the leader, the one who earned me & their self mastery through passing spiritual tests & initiations. Yes, they began to believe they were the prize and that I had to fight for them, that they were really the princess in the tower. I became my own prince just to deal with their non stop judgement and abuse. But I just laughed at their poor decisions to completely fumble me, the bag; the real prize. They fell for karmic women who just used them and pretended to be the one and cheated on me their gift their, divine feminine then realized how they mistreated me. I am my most valuable possession. I am a real life Goddess, and demand to be treated like one otherwise they are not aligned with me and don't belong in my life.

They thought it would be easy to manipulate me, gaslight me, slander my name, silence me, speak lies, love bomb me, control me, breadcrumb me, downplay who I am and they couldn't admit they fumbled the ball. Some people actually believe I don't know who I am and that I don't know my worth or what I bring to the table because I'm humble. I'm humble because I humble myself because it feels good to be humble and I believe the most beautiful people are humble, not less than. I'm either too much, or not worthy enough or too humble, too confident, too loud or too quiet ect. I was isolated for most of my life but it wasn't always my choice. I have a very extroverted side but it was Source who showed me their true self.

They showed me their true self because they thought I was beneath them, so they thought they had a free pass to treat me how they wanted to but really truly God was exposing them to me before God showed them who I really am. A happy, abundant, peaceful, loving, positive, kind, respectful being. Not perfect, but perfectly imperfect. Being around my presence is a once in a lifetime opportunity because there's no one else like me and there never will be. I'm not separate from anyone, & I'm not better than anyone but I know my worth and that simply offends most people once they realize they can't manipulate me. They mistake true confidence and self love with arrogance. No one lacks any confidence. They just have complete confidence in lack, in themselves. You don't ever have to learn or try to be confident you just have to decide what you're confident about.

Once the words are spoken aloud about my self love & worth are spoken to people with self hatred. Their faces turn to hate and envy. They love to see others joining in on the hate parade and hate how I love myself in a world committed to bringing me down. They try to outcast me because they can't stand in my presence alone because my presence exposes their shadows. They resent me because they resent God and have a difficult relationship with God. I don't exist to be a doormat, a dance monkey or a people pleaser. I have no time for drama. That's not who I am. God gave me power, wisdom, discernment and self mastery. In many ways God has molded me and fixed parts of my programming that didn't allow me to see who I really am. Unconditional love and a Goddess.

I'm not just speaking for myself, I'm speaking for everyone that had to fight to know themselves and stand up for themselves even when your character was attacked just for speaking up about an issue. And you were not believed by the people who believed your abuser over your very real experience. Your determination to stand in your truth, to be your authentic self even when you're being projected upon and hated on, to never give up on yourself, to forgive those who hurt you, to be the light in the dark, to show compassion when you were given none deserves a standing ovation and you will be rewarded greatly for standing up for the truth. See how you can respond to challenges with more love and more compassion in your authenticity and truth. And fall in love with your spirit.

[tobiasdrake]

I don't think the Tower of Time likes me very much.

Really driving home the idea that I need to learn patience and not to rush stupidly into things. This is almost like training. Highly lethal training.

But given my contract with Quarble, does lethality even mean anything? I'll become a For Realsies Messenger and get sent to some point in time to... I guess, deliver a message... if I make it through without dying. But since I can't die in any way that matters, this is more of a training gauntlet than a mortal test.

Is that a bug of the Messenger system, or a feature?

NOPE FUCK THIS PLACE

Third option: Cruel prank. A cruel prank of the Messenger system. Shopkeeper's watching me on CCTV and laughing as my flesh melts from my skin and my bones are ground into powder.

To be honest, there's something beautiful about this space we're in. I know we're, like... temporally unmoored or something. But you can see the Sea of Stars out there in the great beyond and it really makes you think about how small you are in the grand....

...

*Ahem*

You can see the Sea of Stars out there in the great beyond and it really makes you think about how small you are in the grand scheme of things. Like an insignificant mote of dust, made meaningful only by your collisions with the other motes around you, in an ever-changing whirlwind of noise and light.

It's moments like this that make our bonds with each other resonate so strongly. Because in our own way, we're all stars in that vast cosmos. But it's only together that we can form into constellations.

...

Even if some of us shine a little brighter than others.

My spine was punched up a mountain by a naked wrestler I am entitled to a little bit of narcissism right now. The cosmos owes me that.

...Luana?

Probably not. She looks much more like my new buddy-pal, the Monkshroom.

These are definitely Messengers, yeah. <.< >.> And I call this one. This jacked, cool-looking guy is totally me.

Oh, goddammit. I already called dibs on that other one but this guy is way more jacked and manly. Is it too late to change my mind?

Final corridor before boss. Typically, this is where a portal to the Shopkeeper would be, so he can brief me on what's about to happen.

But. I guess. Since his room is a physical space in this very tower, there can't be portals into it from here. So I'm just fucked.

Dammit, I like bantering with him.

Nope, never mind. I'm just terrible with pattern recognition. Haha, banter time!

To be honest, I'm about half-convinced that the Tower of Time is made from solid chaos, with rooms that move and change on a whim. Like CastleVania. The physical place, not the franchise as a whole.

The important thing is that now that we exist in physical space--

FUCK ON A CRACKER AND CALL IT COITUS CRINGLES Why not!? We're already elbow-deep in your ancient secrets; What could possibly be so important that it needs to be kept under extra layers of super special bonus secrecy!

*heavy sigh*

Wait, the test was for willpower? Okay, so I guess that answers that. Feature. The real test was being stubborn enough to not give up.

Really makes you wonder about those three losers who died in the foyer. What catastrophe of low self-esteem brought them all the way to the Tower of Time only to give up and quit three lasers in?

Well, if that's what this is about then I'll have you know, I am very talented at dying fruitlessly. Quarble can vouch for me. I never learn my lesson.

"You are a testament to your goddess's teachings."

THANK YOU.

Wait, is this going to hurt? Because I've just been carved up by so many lasers that I'm pretty sure they gave me retinopathy. I wasn't really looking for another fight.

HOLY SHIT

That is DEFINITELY the Artificer. Or at the very least, Artificer-adjacent. This whole tower already had an Artificer-esque vibe but this reeks of Artificer. Blue robot? Pink crystals? This can't not be Artificer tech.

...so much for being a non-combatant. He's had time to upgrade. Goddess, I hope he did not take your advice and install a mobile Eclipse Cannon in his chest.

You know what, never mind. He's still basically a non-combatant. This guy is all flash and no substa--

*indignant* Well I wouldn't have if I didn't get distracted by me underestimating him! I refuse to take responsibility for this.

This seems safe. CATCH ME NOW, CHILD LABOR VIOLATIONS!

Why do I yell things?

[sophieinwonderland]

Where's the line between roleplay and plurality? Where is it?

My muse has started to have tangible presence when we "put on the mask" of being him. It's almost like there's been at least a partial fusion between our of construct of him that we use to figure things out and said mental state. He's talking to us, commenting on things going on in meatspace, arguing about autobiographical information, and seems to display independent behaviors. He tried to take dominant control when we were playing rpg!him earlier, and has seemingly adjusted parts of that persona (ex changed the way we were having him speak to suit his tastes more). Comments about his opinion that our fellow players don't sound enough like their characters and other similar opinions have been made.

We've had pseudo-headmates that felt similarly before. But this is still spooky and has been getting more intense over the last few months. It's gotten to the point where his presence feels similarly to our other headmates/soulbonds. I got scared when, as aforementioned, he tried to clamber fully on to front during game session.

I just don't know how to deal with this and move forward. To be quite frank, I'm also worried about the ethics of the situation from my game master's view, given that he could be disruptive or worse, it could take a toll on me. She doesn't deserve to deal with that possibility. Aside from that, I'm worried about this being another false positive, I'm worried about it being real, I'm worried about how to handle this, I'm terrified of this being a sign that my mental health is on a decline. Even if he is real I can't just let him wander free, considering that he's not a good person in a realistic enough manner that I don't trust him.

Can anyone with more experience point me in a good direction or comment some input? Especially plurals/multiples who regularly roleplay? I feel like I'm missing something or going mad or wishful thinking it. This isn't my first rodeo but I'm still lost and uncertain. There's either someone in there or some real impressive smoke and mirrors going on in my brain and I'd like to know so I can plan around it. It's such an edge case I'm going to metaphorically cut my hands trying to touch it.

Thank you for your patience, have a lovely day. Use this as a break from annoying discourse or something?

PS: Puppeting test for sentience doesn't work. I'm a godshard and I can force headmates I know exist to do things they don't want to. Sorry. If you have alternatives, that'd be nice.

It sounds like he's already way crossed that line to me. Normal RP characters don't typically start commenting on your life of their own accord.

I've heard of plenty of tulpas who have started out as roleplay characters. And with that in mind, I wouldn't consider this to necessarily be a sign of worsening mental health since this is something I've heard about with non-disordered systems as well. The main point here is that you're not alone.

My own suggestion is to work with him. You're concerned about him being disruptive. Explain very clearly why you think him running wild can be harmful or disruptive to the game. Don't try to force him to comply, but give him your reasonings and set boundaries.

If you fight him, he might fight back. If you ignore him or treat him like he's not real, he won't understand your boundaries and why they exist.

Best of luck to you all! 💖

[your-mom-friend]

I hope that you’re really not upset with my question, since I’m a Muslim as well, and I genuinely wanted to know what got you into this state, and I’ve been including you in my prayers for the longest time now, especially since I’ve been following you for years.

You’re a kind soul, a caring one, and you’ve suffered a lot in your lifetime as had millions of other children, some that I know personally who endured this type of sexual trauma from priests. I know the anger you experience regarding the abuse, and unfortunately I know it too well that it’s engraved into my bones. But hear me out, won’t you? Give it a last chance this one Ramadan, forget the priest—may he burn in hell for his wrongdoings—and forget the extremists you’ve encountered, just for a while. I promise you that you’ll find all the answers you are looking for when you read the Quran of your own volition, your own will, in your own time, instead of it being forced upon you and down your throat and just being taught the words without explanation. Remember that you are never alone in the struggle, never. The Prophet himself has survived countless hardships, and so many of the Companions—both female and male—have endured the worst torture from their parents and their siblings and their families just for declaring that they are now Muslims—their stories are there for us for a reason, and they’re one of the things that changed my entire worldview. And remember with me, that in Islam, in its core, that we are beings created for Heaven, Jannah, not for eternal existence in Dunya that we cannot survive without suffering, and that this entire world is but a passage and a test, and soon enough it’ll be over once and for all, and your patience and forgiveness and kindness will all be rewarded adequately, and you’d watch those who have wronged you burn in hell for eternity. He, the priest, might be dead now, but he’s being tormented in his grave for what he did, and he’ll be questioned about it on the day of judgement, so fear not, this world is but a temporary stop that we’ll all soon get out of.

I know that at first glance you might think that I’m just trying to coax you back into religion without knowing what I’m speaking of, just like so many have tried to do before, but I’m someone who almost became a complete atheist until two and a half years ago for the same reasons. And there must be a reason why there’s hundreds of thousands of converts to Islam over the past five months, right? So I’m reaching out to you out of love and respect, and that you’ll always be dear to my heart 🤍

Ramadan Mubarak to u, Rem <33

Ramadan Mubarak to you too, darling. I hope you’re able to fulfil all your fasts and that your prayers are answered.

But respectfully, I’m not going to be approaching Islam again. I’ve met no extremists, and if there is a hell then that guy is absolutely there. I carry no doubts over this.

But it seems you didn’t read my last answer. My decision to leave Islam ultimately has little to do with trauma, and more to do with the fact that I don’t believe in a perfect god. I don’t believe in a divine plan. I don’t believe in the core concept of Allah

I’m not looking for answers, I’m happy with my current spiritual outlook. I do good for this world no matter how small and I see it reflected back at me in a million tiny ways, and I can live with that.

I understand how you feel. You as a Muslim have likely grown up hearing that non-Muslims go to hell, that apostasy is one of the greatest crimes there is. To be a Kafir is to guarantee your place in hell, and you genuinely care for me and don’t want me to face that. It’s terrifying to imagine that people you know to be good could go to hell just because they were too prideful to accept Allah into their lives.

But understand, this fear is a contributing factor to why I’ll never go back. How can I believe that Allah is Ar-Rahman Ar-Rahim when he will send good people to hell just for not believing in him? By this logic I could do all the good in the world, I could give sadqah every day for the rest of my life, dedicate myself to housing the homeless, and still I’d go to hell because I did these things in the name of helping people and not in the name of Allah

I’m so happy you’re able to find peace within Islam, and I truly, genuinely hope this Ramadan goes well for you. I have wonderfully fond memories of Ramadan, from the energy to the iftars and of Eid, truly, Ramadan Kareem, my friend, and thank you for keeping me in your prayers. May Allah bless you with all that is good for you, Inshallah

But please respect that I will continue to live my life the way I see fit.

Jazakhallah Khair

[chrisemrysfics]

Hello~!

A little post to mention that I will make adjustments to the blog sooner or later, as I decided to change what I do when I have fic ideas, I will make a proper note to share on my WIP as well as here, but long story short I realized that the whole "multi chaptered story that is cohesive/coherent" format (aka the way my fics on AO3) are takes a lot of effort that I just don't have the space to do regularly anymore, and I want to try working with just... babbling about ideas on this blog instead, and only share on AO3 if I have completed stories or series of short stories that relate to each other in term of background context.

I technically did mean to do this on this blog before, but because I still "pushed" myself to try and write "proper stories", I ended up never having the energy to be active on this blog (pretty sure now that all I did is make my brain unwilling to touch fics ideas ^^"). So now I'm hoping to be much more relaxed, and vibe on this blog sharing my ideas even if they never end up being "proper stories".

I am already testing this method with the ideas that have been most present in my head for a while, the blog is technically open and active but also I'm still working on the pages, you can find it here!

That blog is all about a crossover but each individual fandom/protagonist character have their own personal story, so in theory you can also find lots of stuff for the fandom you know even if you're not interested in the rest!

The crossover protagonists are: Peter Parker, Allen Walker, Link (BotW/TotK), Wei Wuxian, Ireth (Elf OC for DAI). There's also canon love interest(s) for each character, there's a lot that's not about the ships, but they are still present so that's either greater interest or squicks out, either way is totally fine~!

These ships are: Starker, Neallen and Poker Pair, Wild/Twilight and Wild/Gan(ondorf from TotK), Wangxian, Ireth/Cullen and Ireth/Dorian (with occasioanl mention/au where Ireth/Bull is also a thing).

The crossover blog, and the crossover ideas, is very fluid as I didn't want to "set in stone" details when it felt more fun to consider the various possible variations of the base ideas. Which, you know, is a bit hard to do with "proper stories" and why it made my inspiration lower a lot, because I love to just... vibe with ideas. Like, for a while I did enjoy figuring out how to make my ideas into "proper stories", but I guess my writing style changed? And now I enjoy a lot more "non traditional" storytelling.

So yeah, expect adjustments on this blog, a note about what I'm changing here and on my AO3 WIPs (which will also be marked "completed" because I now consider them finished since they all have a bonus that detailed my ideas, except Meet me Halfway (didn't want to spoil too much when I made the first bonus but now I need to make second bonus that does spoil XD), and hopefully a bit more activity here where I share about my existing fics and new ideas, and don't forget to check out the crossover blog as I'll be more active there!

(I'll likely try to reblog from the crossover blog, but I want to keep this blog for my actual existing fics and other ideas external to the crossover, so yeah if you're curious about the crossover itself or the individual/fandom-specific stories, check out the crossover blog!).

And as always: thank you for your patience and your interest <3

PS: feel free to drop into my inbox here and/or the crossover blog for any questions, comments, or messages you might want to leave! I'm still very much around and don't mind it all at ^w^

[iobartach]

@altrxisme asked;

"Are you the man who made this?" The auburn-haired woman held up her wrist, one of the Spider Society's dimension-hopping devices on it. "One of your men—" She held up a man, quite obviously from the other's Earth, by the back of his shirt with ease. "—I think he called himself a Thorite, was causing a scene in my neighborhood and pulled me through a portal got us… here." Johanne gestured to their surroundings with an unimpressed expression. "I would appreciate it if you keep your men in line— and get me back home."

Almost immediately, his gaze is drawn to the futuristic gadget adorning her wrist, causing the red markings of his mask to narrow in such a way that gave an impression of disapproval. To learn that a copy of the interdimensional device he invented had landed in the hands of a non-Spider was only the start of a patience-testing headache that the man of tomorrow could start to feel building in the back of his head, a matter that would warrant further investigation as soon as he wrapped up matters here.

"Not one of mine." Quick to correct the record, a flat palm flew into the air at the assumption made, his words cutting across her own without any apology issued. Unquestionably, the fool she'd wrangled bore all the hallmarks of a worshipper of Thor in his time, the only piece of definite proof remaining being the usual shouts of praise exclaimed for the privilege of existing in the presence of the Harbinger of their thunder god. Grateful for small mercies, he attributes the man's prolonged silence to be the result of the stranger's doing.

Nodding in acknowledgement, rather than mince words, O'Hara tries and fails to hide a smirk that splits his face like a fissure at her demand, creasing the hardlight weave that hid his visage from sight. It's a showing of nebulous amusement that sees him shoot back with retorts of his own. "Nice try, but don't underestimate me. You wouldn't enjoy having to deal with any of my men."

But, posturing attempts aside, her follow-up request to be sent back to her proper time and place could be an arrangement that's easily made -- though it would do little to answer the mystery of how she got here, and why a Thorite had not only procured one of his devices, but managed to reach a new reality beneath his notice.

"I can get you home, though. After, that is, you've helped me with fixing this mess."

[offbeat-manga-ships]

i have finally finished 'see you in my 19th life' after so many connection problems that make loading a webpage with 100+ images a test on anyone's patience. but what pains me the most is to send off a series that started so strong that i was like "this is def at least a 9! i'm so into this couple!" with a 6 out of 10.

and it does feel weird to give that score when i still maintain that i loved the couple. well, maybe not 'loved' anymore, but i at least really liked (more on that later). not only that: comparing to some other manwhas that are also roughly dom f/sub m (beware the villainess, the lady and her butler), jieum and seoha are the ones i like the most, but i still gave it a lower score than those other 2.

but after a long and hard think, i don't think i'm being unreasonable. even if i didn't have some personal hang-ups with some of the manwha's decisions, the highest i think i could go for this is a 7. that is both for plot reasons and for losing steam for a good while there in the middle.

personal hang-ups wise, i think it's fair to lower just a single point considering how annoyed i was at multiple things. first one was making such a premise and yet never delving any deeper than your usual "living long is hell" trope that locks so many writers' imaginations into it. at first it was a minor thing. i was pretty miffed at how this person who has lived in the skin of both men and women never has any exploration at all about their two-way identity (both in gender and in the continuum person ie. the soul vs. each body they "wear"). for starters, we only ever see lives where she was a girl and that was the first red flag for me. even while knowing someone she met in a life where she was a man, not only we are never shown that life, but the person she knew is completely forgotten in the story and their emotional importance seems non-existent.

on the gender thing, i'd probably never lower the score only for that. i'm used to it not being of any importance in pretty much 98% of the manga i read, (even if they try to trick you into thinking it's important. hello genderbender manga). i'm used to being invisible in media. like, it's not fine but it's fine. whatever. what really stoked the flames of my hate was the conclusion of the reincarnation aspect of the character.

something i really, really value in stories is how they manage a character's psyche or flow throughout time. i especially love really long-lived characters and even more especially, immortal ones. for someone who has been so negatively impacted by change since i was a child, it's so refreshing and comforting for me to see the dynamics of change in such a huge scale in someone's life (when done well) but still gradually in a human way. which is why it really pisses me off whenever the only thing an author can say about a character who lives a very long life is how it's synonymous with suffering. i sincerely need this trope to die. doctor who might be the only piece of media i've ever seen who understands how life is indeed full of possibilities while death is just so final. when we have life we, well. we keep living. with all the things that come with living in this world that can be both wonderful and sorrowful. and to make my most important point, a thing is not important either because it ends or it doesn't, and thus i find it idiotic to want to have your cake and eat it too by trying to sell both that life is only worth it when it ends and that love is only valid when it never ends.

when the manwha presented the situation that for jieum to stop remembering she'd have to give up on seoha and fall for someone else (that person being her first great love that she supposedly made a deal with god to find again and thus keeps remembering her past lives), i thought "finally some good juice!!". this is a good conflict because jieum will not give up on seoha and will not stop loving him, but for that to be the case she will have to come to terms that it will end someday and she will keep on living. but instead of having the mentality she had before meeting seoha (the apathy towards other humans because of fear of getting close with them), she already has learned or been reminded that as long as you live, you will always find people to love and you always have the potential to find a reason to wake up in the morning if you are willing to open yourself to the world. just like she found seoha.

plus!! an added bonus is the commentary on how the person you were many, many years ago might have wanted something really really badly and might have loved in a way that seemed like it was supposed to be the only one forever. but life doesn't necessarily work that way. you might really REALLY love someone when you're young and it might still end. it doesn't mean it wasn't important and it doesn't mean you'd have to choose them again when you meet them later in life. your circumstances change. you keep going and you meet new people and you fall in love deeply again. i was ready to forgive this manwha for the somewhat shallow characterization of our main character until that point because it would be incredibly mature of an author to put this kind of message across.

but of course. it was not the case. jieum did not have a great love in the past she'd mistakenly tied herself to find and love again in the future haha of course not, the only TRUE LOVE has to be the one she has now, we couldn't possibly give the idea that it's possible to love more than one person throughout your lifetime with your whole heart. of course she HAS to be able to die for good now because we can't have our character be implied to keep on living without this love of the present and living long is hell anyways, who could ever survive that haha. and nooo you weren't actually seeing the only time it is ever shown jieum as a guy SIKE she was crossdressing!! in this life she is actually a girl again! of course we can't show her as a guy so we don't have the implication that she could ever be bi-gender or bisexual or that the love she feels for a guy now might be queer! no way!

i just…. it is just so unbelievably cowardly. the respect i had for this manwha went down even though, sentimental guy as i am, i still have positive feelings for it. with the concepts i described being as important as they are to me, it's still very nice of me to not have dropped the score that much at all lol because it actually hurt me to read the story being that much of a normie when it has such a subversive foundation as a long strip manwha. as i said, i still really liked the couple. a dominant female lead that actually stays dominant!! a sub guy who doesn't need to prove himself "as a man" either in love or life in general!! (plus he is disabled and is not cured of it!) i was so happy to have that. i absolutely loved their designs. i mentioned seoha before. how he is the one i was so happy about because he is not that typical muscular broad-shouldered dark haired super tall main guy who has to be swoon worthy. he is cute and he stays cute. but i also loved jieum. i love how everything about her design strays from the typical cute east asian beauty trend. she has sharp eyes and sharp features in general, a business woman haircut and, i think, is reasonably tall and sturdy. i also love her design a lot.

it's precisely because of those designs that i don't even mind that their physical 9 year age difference doesn't show. i thought it was about avoiding that quoteonquote controversial aspect (though if you ask me, having old asf jieum (juwon) pretty much falling for 9 yo seoha is even more controversial, but i guess that didn't register as weird to anyone just cause she looked just some 3 years older lol this manwha is extremely Looks biased) but whatever yknow. it's my appreciation for them as a couple that i still give it a score as high as i did. there's still the fact that i hated the side pairing which might be a personal thing that lowered my enjoyment, but i think there are still many aspects of it that decrease its quality without it being just a matter of my own taste.

for starters, there was no deeper exploration of jieum's psyche aside from "seoha saved her" while seoha got a well done character arc. on the one hand, i understand this. the author seems to really like the kind of dynamic she established for them (as she said in the afterword, she wanted a story of a poor girl who saves a rich heir instead of the usual rich heir saves poor girl in korean dramas and i commend everyone who tries to flip conventional gender-based dynamics around), and it's actually hard, as i've been realizing, for authors to nail a dominant female character being vulnerable while still being dominant. the overwhelming majority just doesn't really know how to work with that. as i said, i suppose they're not as in the concept of projection of "power" in relation to gender in relation to a person's deep emotional state and how to work all that in without stepping on each other's toes. i can forgive that, even though i wish they'd do better. i can especially forgive it when an author decides to go a bit light on character exploration as to not crash the image they're doing of them as they are now. why spoil a dom f character with misguided writing (be it one's own vulnerability or the vulnerability of being in love) like so many have done? i can respect that decision.

however, that is not all. there were so many aspects of the story that just stayed behind while the author made way for new ones to just either get resolved really quickly or stay behind as well (to give screen time to the damn second couple of all things). i have said again and again that storytelling in manga/wha/hua has been getting worse. on the one hand, it can be seen as a consequence of the fact that there is much more of it now because the many barriers that authors had to face have been torn down because of the internet. but another aspect that seems to be permeating stories nowadays is something i can't say it's absolutely true, but i just can't stop noticing:

the closer contact authors have with comments from readers are simply not a good thing for storytelling. people get mad at the mere presence of conflict and their lack of patience can be seen reflected back on the work. stories have no patience anymore to actually work out a plot. they have no gall to dose their emotional conflicts according to what real people go through because readers can't stop crying about "why aren't the characters communicating??? why isn't this problem being solved right now??". so it's fast romance and fast conflict and fast resolution all the damn time because no one can stand to wait anymore and the pressure on the author grows. not to mention that i think they have very little time to work out the plot in the first place. while that has always been a problem for every mangaka since the dawn of times, it still surprises me how many chapters get out for a korean manwha in such a little amount of time. (it's true that both the story and quantity of things to draw seem to be less dense than young average 40 page plotty manga, but still.)

and to get back on track, in this story it's no different. aside from seoha's pretty good emotional arc, i can't say any of the manwha's plot was actually close to well done (maybe just the very beginning and also the final arc for people who enjoy the kind of ending it provided?). from all the different possibilities of plot presented, i still wonder why we couldn't have given an appropriate amount of focus to at least 3 of them (like, give these characters something to do!! lol!): 1) i wish we could have stayed on the objective of re-establishing the shaky business that is the hotel that was so beloved by seoha's late mom. characters having a concrete objective and actually working would do wonders to show who they are as people who function in society. there is a reason "career"-type manga do pretty well. 2) seoha's crazy rich family. complicated family dynamics, especially when the family is a rich nest of snakes is filled to the brim with potential. like come on! someone in this family ordered a car accident to take a little kid out of the picture! we could have done so much with a cast of characters who are resonably horrible and a pretty high stakes mystery which relates to 3) the succession of the company (and seoha's plan to install his female cousin). that meeting of plots would give strength to the story overall and show the path for our characters' lives after giving up on the major company life (i love that seoha doesn't want in on it). unfortunately, it becomes pretty evident why we can't have anything of the sort. this manwha does not know how to write horrible people. they're always cartoonishly mean and never allowed to be attractive. this manwha is one of the many who can't stop making a link between an average/lower than average appearance and how horrible the character is (with one single exception). all of the pretty characters who have shown to be a bit horrible are never "as low" or as unintelligent. i wouldn't trust an actual nuanced perspective on seoha's horrible family without this bias and i can bet everything that the author would feel the need to redeem the most attractive of the bunch.

so we have rushed plot after rushed plot which makes me be even a little bit surprised this series has scores as high as it has on MAL & AL. putting that together with 1) a bit of a thinly written protagonist (as much as i like her) when compared to the amount of complexity the premise of the story inputs in her that results in only safe&boring conclusions for her and 2) a romance that lost its strength on the second half by being a bit too squeaky clean perfect - i think my mixed opinion of this one overall is more than justified.

[carpathxanridge]

hm. i don’t agree with a lot of the above… for one, “gifted” does exist, as in, there are many children of very above average to genius iq who are bored in classes geared to the general population. one could argue that the best solution isn’t to isolate them entirely from their peers through gifted programs, many of the students in which end up frankly not being that much smarter than the general population kids, and those are the ones who develop complexes about it.

but for kids like me, being put in a gifted program was important and is the only reason i retained my intellectual curiosity through childhood. the years that i spent in my underfunded local middle school in just the regular honors class made me comparatively deeply unhappy because of how under-stimulated i was, and i got to see the trajectories of the kids in that setting who hadn’t been labeled gifted, so i will say that is was absolutely a privilege to be put on the gifted track. being given the educational resources i was through my gifted program in elementary school, and then at my specialized stem high school, was absolutely not just a meaningless category.

those programs give kids increased supports to get a higher education, to win scholarship opportunities, etc. and even though these programs were within public schools, it was mostly white, economically privileged kids who had access to outside test prep resources that were able to get into the programs in the first place, which then put those kids on track, in a tangible way, for higher earnings in adulthood. like, that’s not to say these kids aren’t being “abandoned to the same heartless world” after higher education, because that is the way the system works. get in debt to get a degree to work in a job market where you’re overqualified and underpaid and in debt. but getting better opportunities within that system absolutely matters, from a “materialist” perspective.

i don’t think it makes someone an entitled whiner if they feel like being labelled as a gifted kid did them harm. if being a “gifted kid” made you burn out, or harmed your self-esteem you can give yourself empathy without arguing that you were given LESS support for being gifted than other kids… because that intangible supposed “support” doesn’t exist for non-gifted kids either, only on top of that they are INSANELY behind in terms of essential reading, writing and mathematical skills, because of how abysmal the U.S. education system is.

like i don’t know, my experience of meeting kids in middle school who were actually illiterate because they went to the underfunded elementary school in the projects that i was originally zoned for, and knowing i was able to instead go to a school in a higher income district because i tested into the gifted program there… i just have no patience for this argument.

ohhhhh I get it now. the "gifted kid" discourse exists because people see it fundamentally as a sign of Privilege and not as a largely meaningless category that puffs up weird children before setting them up for the same unremarkable lives as everyone else; thus they interpret people going "the educational system gave me false expectations before ultimately abandoning me to the same heartless world as everyone else" as "why am I, The Main Character, not getting everything I ever wanted."

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