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armins-main-hoe · 1 year ago

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HI HELLO!!! I would like 2 request some haikyuu! Manager fluffy headcanons please??? Some of the fem! reader being chubby and popular, it can be either platonic or romantic! I also love your writing ✍️ have a good day/night 💗💗

Hello! That is honestly such a cute request and I have a few ideas for it hehehe

I’m going to do this for Karasuno and Nekoma, if you would like other teams, send in a request again saying which ones you want.

(For those who have sent in requests, don't worry, I'm getting round to writing them all up)

“Nah, I think she’s perfect the way she is”

Karasuno

In all honesty, you were really into music and you wanted to sign up for a music club, so when you found yourself standing in the gym, you couldn’t have felt any more out of place.

It seems there was a bit of a mix up with the sign up sheets and you ended up becoming the manager for the boy’s volleyball team.

You don’t know shit about volleyball.

You talked with the teachers and they said it may take some time for them to go through the sign up sheets and find an empty spot in the music club for you to switch into.

So for now, it seems like you're stuck being the boy's volleyball manager.

On your first day, you were very confused about what exactly you should be doing. I mean the team already has a coach and an qualified teacher with them, what can a student manager do?

So you just sat around, watching the boys practice while the coach yells at them. You weren't going to lie, you got a little bored...

Next few days, you would do the same thing, you even used the time to get homework done, since you thought you'd rather do something than do nothing.

You won't lie to yourself, you weren't popular, or that's what you thought, just known by everyone because of how you looked. You knew you weighed more than the other girls in your class, it didn't bother you all that much and you did always try to see the better side of things.

But that doesn't mean that everyone else thought the same.

You were eating lunch with your friends in the school courtyard when a student walking by with his friends yelled out names at you like "piggy", "diabeto" and "fat cow". You didn't really take words like that to heart, they never were all that creative with the name calling.

However, before you or your friends could say anything, a boy from the volleyball team (you pick who) came and stood up for you.

You watched as he stood in front of you and started yelling back at the boy who was name calling you. "I think she's perfect the way she is!"

As you watched him, you couldn't help but wonder "had he always been this good looking? I hadn't noticed before...."

Funny how now you suddenly feel motivated to actually look into volleyball.

So next time there was a practice, you came prepared. You did your research, you learned the basic rules of volleyball and asked other sport manager's what they do.

The boys were surprised to see you suddenly interested since you usually sat in a corner dong homework.

"The teachers are taking forever with sorting the mess up, I didn't think I'd actually be here for here for this long. But since I am, I might as well help out." You shrugged when they questioned it. It wasn't a lie completely but it wasn't the only reason.

You glanced over to the boy who stood up for you the other day before quickly looking away again, he was smiling at you.

As the weeks passed, you began to pick up more and more about volleyball. It wasn't long before you memorized the positions and each player's weakness and strength.

The other boys were quick to notice your little crush and thought that it was probably why you decided to stick around, but later they began to feel like you genuinely enjoying being manager as well. You weren't a bad manager either, you helped everyone equally and the team as a whole.

Nishinoya was little shit though, you were kind and nice to everyone but with him, you're patience wore down thin.

You did get an offer to change clubs and go do the music club you wanted, you thought of going to both volleyball and music but the timings clashed often so you had no choice but to pick.

Volleyball or music?

Oh well, you can practice music at home and the weekends, it's not like you can see your crush at home or the weekends, right?

You kinda knew making decisions based off of a boy wasn't really good for you but even if you wouldn't admit it, you kinda liked playing manager.

You actually found it fun.

When you told the boys that you were staying as their manager, you were taken back by their cheer.

"We were worried that you'd leave us when you get the chance to join the music cub" Hinata said.

"Sure, we didn't get off too well in the beginning but we like having you around now" Suga smiled at you.

The others nodded their head and in that moment, you felt immense happiness wash over you, your face felt a little hot from the praise and you felt a little embarrassed.

"Thanks guys, I promise to get better at being a manager too. I still have a lot to learn."

At the end of practice, you were helping clean up along with your not so secret crush.

"You know Y/N, I hope you don't mind what the others say about you."

You look at him. "Say what?"

"About your looks. It doesn't matter what a person looks like as long as they are happy and healthy." He says, looking at you with a sincere expression.

"Oh that, don't worry, I'm basically immune to those childish name callings, but thank you anyway for looking out for me" You smiled at him.

As you both continued to talk, you didn't see the rest of the boys spying on you both through the windows, silently cheering you and your crush on. They all are VERY supportive of you both, even though they all suck ass at being cupid.

Nekoma

No one and I mean no one has ever thought of bad mouthing you.

You quite literally were the sweetest girl in the whole school, always having pure intentions. No one could ever hate you, you got along with everyone.

You heard the volleyball club was looking for a manager for a while now with no luck so you decided to give it a go.

"hello I'm-"

"Y/N!" A few of them called out, running over to you. You recognised nearly all of the members, you had spoken to them at some point during your time as school, even the ones that were not in your year. You knew the basics of volleyball since the school sometimes made you do that in your Physical Education class.

Yamamoto was all over the place, he could basically explode with how much joy he felt. His team finally got a manager. He was so going to boast about it to his friends outside of school.

What amazed you was how seriously the boys took the sport, you weren't all that much into sports or anything really, you struggled to find something to actually be that passionate about that could lead into a future career.

So you weren't able to understand but respected their dedication and efforts nonetheless.

You were really good and hyping the boys up and giving them motivation when they needed it, some of them became very fond of you.

Kenma would sometimes try to hide behind you whenever Kuroo would be scolding him, you would give kuroo a sweet smile and lie to his face saying "I haven't seen Kenma all day!"

Whenever lev would to the same, it wouldn't work out the same but you found it enduring still. You would let out a laugh before acting like insanely tall guy was actually able to hide perfectly behind you.

Yaku would often tut at you for playing along, saying that lev needs to learn but you keep taking the seriousness out of it.

"But he has gotten better though, hasn't he?" you would say back.

"Not enough!" yaku would reply back before huffing away.

Though despite you being all smiles and sunshines most of the time, you did have moments where you would get a bit serious.

During tournaments specifically, the boys were good, really good even but so were other teams.

When you get nervous you would become quite and have a serious frown on your face.

Kinda scared the boys a bit ngl-

lev would laugh tho.

Maybe kuroo too.

They find it cute more than scary okay?

You would give them a pep talk before their very first game, promising to buy them all ice cream if they come first place.

Though no one at your school has ever badmouthed you, that doesn't mean people from other schools wouldn't.

Since you were on the chubby side, you were prone to some bullying when you were younger, though in middle school it died down a lot. The boys never saw you differently because of your weight though, you were sweet and a really good manager to them so why wouldn't they adore you?

So when they would overhear people from other schools making fun of you just because of something as little as your weight, they didn't take it that lightly.

They would only stop yelling threats and curse words when their next match is about to start or the "bad mouther" runs away. Kuroo once nearly got a bit physical too.

You would then tell them to ignore that when it happens since there is not use wasting breath over people like that, it's not like you take what they say to heart anyway... well most of the time anyway.

But like always. the team refused to ever ignore anyone making fun of you.

It's almost like you have a bunch of protective brothers, they sometimes tease you but no one else can.

I do hope you like it! Let me know if you want more :)

#haikyuu manager #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haiykuu #haikyuu #nekoma manager #nekoma x reader #nekoma #karasuno x reader #karasuno headcanons #karasuno manager

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shijiujun · 1 year ago

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Official Additional Extras of Kiseki: Dear to Me in Filming Diary Release

SADLY I don't have time to translate everything from head to toe but there are two NEW and short epilogues written for the drama by Lin Peiyu and published in the Filming Dairy today on Nov. 24. So it's new extras on top of the extras in the original novel published.

I'll just summarise it for y'all BECAUSE THEY REVEAL THAT CHEN DONGYANG KNEW ALL ALONG THAT CHEN YI HAD SOME WEIRD THING FOR HIM?!

Chen Yi + Ai Di

Starts off with Chen Yi waking up to see Ai Di in his arms, and he reveals that Ai Di has issues with controlling his emotions because his mother took drugs when she was pregnant with him

CHEN YI GETS AI DI A RING because he thought his fingers looked empty

A majority of the other paragraphs is just Chen Yi getting jealous because Chen Dongyang, who's in New Zealand with Zhou Minglei, called him to go fetch someone called Charles Yang from Thailand and Charles Yang keeps flirting with Ai Di and they look super close like brothers upon meeting each other

Ai Di sees Zherui on the roads but Chen Yi is like NOPE you ain't going to be chummy with that dude (Zherui is there with Zongyi for their honeymoon, see below)

Chen Yi then called Chen Dongyang to complain and he's like "when is he going to hide here until? it's troublesome" and Chen Dongyang pauses and he's like "are you complaining to me right now?" and Chen Yi backpedals and he's like shit omg sorry boss

And Chen Dongyang simply snaps "Call me Dad!" and "I've been waiting so long... you'll only complain to your Dad."

And that's when Chen Yi knows Chen Dongyang has known about his weird feelings all this time and Chen Dongyang said yeah, but he wasn't the one who found out (implying that it was Zhou Minglei)

Then Chen Yi angrily grabs Ai Di back into their room at 3pm in the morning to sleep with him and Charles Yang was basically teasing them all this while for fun LMAO

Bai Zongyi + Fan Zherui

THEY ARE IN BANGKOK FOR THEIR HONEYMOON

Bai Zongyi keeps forgetting that they're here for their honeymoon, and this one is much shorter

Bai Zongyi and Fan Zherui go to Chatuchak Market and Bai Zongyi gets lost, and when he's distracted by a pickpocket, he suddenly forgets where he and why he's here

He worries about whether he is a burden for Fan Zherui, but Fan Zherui finds him

Fan Zherui doesn't tell him that he has a tracker installed in his wedding ring so he would never lose track of him

SOBBLES! Lol them going to Bangkok, is this a hint that they're going to do a fanmeet in Bangkok LOL

Edit: OMG NO ONE TOLD ME I SPELT DIARY WRONGLY ARGH FAT FINGERS SORZ all good now no cows involved

#kiseki dear to me #kiseki: dear to me #kdtm #kdtm cast #ai di #chen yi #fan zherui #bai zongyi #ai di x chen yi #nat chen #chen bowen #taro lin #lin yutong #jiang dian #hsu kai

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fountainpenguin · 3 months ago

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"Though we both know one day there'll be blood on the floor... but which one will betray the other more?" (x)

New Fairly OddParents 'fic today!

Rated T - 6,900 words

50 Words of Dale and Vicky

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🌃 City Lights AU

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50 scene snippets about two inseparable BFFs and a string of bad decisions. Predates lemon pit torture.

OR, Dale and Vicky were friends when they were kids.

(First 5 prompts under the cut)

50 Words of Dale and Vicky Friday August 14th, 1992 - Friday April 14th, 1995 Summer of the Pink Star - Spring of the Small Sunflower

1. Balance

Even Dad raised an eyebrow at the redhead who took the mutton bustin' like a piece of sticky tape. The sheep charged through the Dimmsdale Dimmadome's mucky arena, the girl thumping up and down on its back. With every second she clung, the crowd surged higher and higher with excitement- cheering already! Did she sew her sleeves to its wool or something? 6-year-old Dale, safe behind the chute fence, braced his arms a little straighter; craned his neck a little higher.

"Whoa… She's cruisin' like a roadrunner."

One flump of a small body later, the little girl went tumbling through the muck. But she won, of course (and scored the traditional belt buckle emblem plus a set of 4 family tickets to Wave 'N Rage to prove it). The girl cheered into Dad's microphone and jumped up and down. Watching some black-haired woman and a redheaded guy (who must be her two parents) fawn over her, Dale had to wonder… if she had any siblings.

That was wicked…

Her name was Vicky Aingeal. And he was about to be the best friend she never asked for.

2. Cattle

The next time he saw her, it was at the state fair. The scruffy scarlet ponytail hadn't changed. She wolfed down a funnel cake at a table, her parents to either side (and sharing their own). Powdered sugar smeared her lips and fingers. That stuff had to be so greasy… but it looked delicious. Dale, who had already been a Bright Young Man and a Very Well-Behaved Good Boy (semi-interchangeably) for the past 5 minutes while his dad talked about cows and bovine and steer and heifers with Mr. So-'N-So (Cue laughter; they were friends), decided he'd finished standing in the hot sun, bouncing on his toes. He darted his gaze between Vicky and the back of his dad's head. Another 20 seconds flickered by. This time, Dale's stomach even growled. And if that wasn't a sign, what was?

"Dad-"

Dad didn't stop talking, but he did move his hand to Dale's shoulder and gave a quiet squeeze. Not now, said the gesture, so Dale went quiet. He played with the big brim of his hat, staring at Vicky and her funnel cake until she stopped eating and raised her head. Their eyes flicked across each other. Dale jumped and glanced away. Back to the cattle. The Dimmadomes showed fat and healthy cows every year at… the cow-showing event. "Open dairy," Dad called it with his friends (SO awesome; all fancy). Dale never remembered the name except this time of year, but he definitely knew cows.

"Dad," Dale tried again. But dad kept talking, squeezing his arm again, so Dale went quiet for real and softly picked at his nose. The grown-ups talked cows, milk, and hormones… And when that all wrapped up, Doug scooped him up and set him on his hip in one shwoop.

"Now, what's all the fuss, son? What's got your knickknack paddy whacking?"

"Dad, I want a funnel cake."

Doug Dimmadome (owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome) threw an unreadable glance at the table where Vicky and her parents ate. It might've been unreadable because Dale was only 6. "Too risky, kiddo. It's probably got dairy. Now come on, son- You wanna lead the herd with me?"

3. Instrument

"Huh," was the first thing Vicky said when she came across the refrigerated butter sculpture. Seriously? Three giant cows playing in a band? "Pretty weird." It was a huge amount of butter and that was kinda impressive all in all, but… did it serve any purpose? It wouldn't last. Who would want to keep that thing cold for months? Even winter wouldn't get cold enough to not melt it. She looked for a price tag, a card- anything that indicated it might be for sale. Was this thing just donated? Free of charge? I wouldn't want it either, but that feels like a waste. I'm sure SOMEONE would buy it. Some kind of stupid, rich…

She was still there, leaning so close to the clear case, her nose could've touched the nearest instrument, when someone tapped her shoulder. She yelped, hit the case (with her face), and spun around. "Who-? … Oh." That weird kid who'd been staring at her while she ate lunch. When Vicky blinked at him, he pushed the brim of his big hat up with one thumb. He even smiled.

"I saw you at the mutton bustin'."

"The what?"

"You rode the sheep? Most people don't stay on that long."

"Oh, yeah. That sheep was a loser."

The kid blinked, like he actually cared about some random sheep's feelings or something. Honestly, with a name like mutton bustin', whoever was in charge of that thing probably cooked it up and ate it by now. "Well," said the kid, pretty slow on the word. He put out his hand. "I'm Dale… Donovan. And you're Vicky, right?"

"Uh, are you following me?"

4. Sheet

He showed her the chicken tent, the pigs, and the cattle (with their parents trailing behind, of course- Dad had a lot of business to talk and Vicky's parents didn't seem to mind he was there, even if Vicky still gave him weird sideways looks like she couldn't decide just what to make of him). But little by little… those shoulders that looked like tall fenceposts started coming down like a gate sinking underwater.

Then he showed her something super interesting over her shoulder while he tore down the sheet with the name Dimmadome scrawled across it. Look… Is it so wrong to want a friend who likes you without asking about your dad getting rich?

He ignored the confused looks the cows shot him as he bunched the paper in his hand.

5. Resonant

Y'know what? There was something REALLY funny about watching the awkward kid jump about 10 feet in the air (skeleton practically leaping from his skin) when a piercing whistle carried through the air.

"Th-that's my dad," Dale stuttered. "I have to go. Um. 'Bye."

Huh. So, did he not like to add the 'good' in 'good-bye' either? Maybe he's more self-aware of the crushing weight of existence than I thought. Not the worst quality in a friend.

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irelandseyeonmythology · 12 hours ago

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Mizenhead, Co. Cork.

Photos mine

(Mythological commentary under the readmore)

I was able to take these pictures and train as a Celticist because of the passion and dedication of my mentors and colleagues in my MA department. If you enjoy these photos, please consider signing this petition to save the Bachelor Celtic at Utrecht, which is still taking signatures.

This was...probably a more difficult entry to make than I thought it would be. I know people probably voted for it on the idea of 'R loves Bres and R loves Balor, so this should be an easy post for them to make!' But it's...almost specifically BECAUSE I'm so emotionally invested that I struggle to make it. Are people looking for an academic, objective account for this? Are they looking for pretty photos? Both? Yes? No?

But...well. You all voted for this in a poll posted by me, knowing my interests, so you knew this wasn't going to be 100% objective, either. So...let's get into it.

When I visited Mizenhead, it was the culmination of over a decade of dreaming of getting to see it in person.

Many Americans, when they go to Ireland, have a certain idea of what they want to see, what they want to do. This can range from the Book of Kells to Irish run breweries to the Blarney Stone to the Cliffs of Moher to half-forgotten familial holdings to Cong, where The Quiet Man (starring John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara) was shot (sidenote: that village is also close to where the First Battle of Magh Tuireadh, ie Cath Muighe Tuireadh Cunga, took place.) For me, when I first got off the plane to Ireland, I knew that this was a site that I desperately *needed* to see (besides, of course, my uni), and that was Mizenhead. In the old days, of course, it wasn't called Mizenhead, it was called Carn uí Néit, or "The Gravesite of the Grandson/Descendant of Nét" (the 't' was softened to a 'd' as time went on, leading to its modern form of Carn uí Néid.) Sometimes, I still forget to call it by its more well known anglicized name, meaning that I'm constantly having to clarify, because that's the name I heard first, and it's the name that rings truest to me.

According to the Dindshenchas of Cairn uí Néit, written the better part of a millennium ago c, this was the spot where Bres Mac Elatha died at the hands of his rival, Lugh, being tricked under geas to swallow over 300 vats of bog water, in the guise of milk.

A dindshenchas poem details the most well-known story associated with the site, as it was known in the Middle Ages (translated, in a style a little too flowery for my taste, by Edward Gwynn, but, if I want to be honest, it has taken me too long to get this out as it is and I know that if I translate the entire thing, it will NEVER get done) :

[...]

6. Bress, a kindly friend was he, (he was a good friend) noble he was and fortunate, ornament of the host, with visage never woeful, of the Tuath De he was the flower. (Note: the BEST, what were you DOING Gwynn, lay off the medieval chivalry)

7. The drink of a hundred for each roof-tree was brought to the chieftain without fail, of the milk of dun-hued kine: he suffered from that fare.

8. In the reign of Nechtan bass-chain, of dear fame, of enduring purpose, at the cost of the King of the two Munsters, occurred the cause of the enduring name.

10. The kine of every townland in Munster — lasting harm! — by Nechtan's orders were singed, over ferns, till they were black of hue.

11. A mess of ashes was smeared by the noted men of cunning on the kine famed for fatness [...]

12. They fashioned stout kine of wood — that whole host noble and slender: Lug, who was dutiful on all occasions, chose them and brought them together.

13. Pails in their forks were set with cheerful nimbleness; red stuff, with no bright shining fatness, that is the milk that filled them.

14. Three hundred, that was their number on the road to that gathering: at this contest, through his cheating illusion, there was not a cow of these kine alive.

15. Bress, hot of valour, came to the middle of the field to judge them: thereby, without prosperous issue, he perished and died.

16. From the drove were measured three hundred measures, bitter-harsh, for the spear-attended king to drink: it was a preparation of ill-presage.

17. Bress had a vow not to refuse any feat that was offered him: he drank it off without flinching: I know not what it brings.

18. At the Carn of radiant Ua Neit it killed the stern scion, when he had drunk without dread a draught of the dark ruddy liquor

19. By reason of this unfair demand, without due observance since the failure of his vow, without rightful and seemly honour the grave of Bress covers him.

Stokes provided an edition and translation of the prose version from the Rennes Dindshenchas:

Then Bres came to inspect the manner of these cattle and so that they might be milked in his présence, and Cian (Lugh's father) was also among them. Ail the bogstuff they had was squeezed out as if it was milk of which they were milked. The Irish were under a tabu to corne thither at the same time, and Bres was under a tabu to drink what should be- milked there.

So three hundred bucketfuls of red bogstuff are milked for him, and he drinks it. Some say that he was seven days and seven mouths and seven years wasting away because of it, and he traversed Erin seeking a cure till he reached the same cairn, and there he died. Whence Carn uí Néit is named.

In other texts, the owner of the grave is changed: In the Early Modern recension of CMT, Cath Muighe Turieadh, it is actually Balor's death site, not Bres', Lug hunting his grandfather across Ireland until they have their fatal showdown there. John Carey, in "Myth and Mythography in Cath Maige Tuired", has argued that the attribution of this site to Bres was actually after the fact, with the attribution to Balor being the earlier of the two. On the record, I agree, on the basis that (1) Bres' usual haunt is Maginnis, in what is now Lecale, Co. Down and (2) Balor is consistently referred to as "Uí"/"Ua Néit", unlike Bres who, outside of this poem, is generally referred to purely as "Mac Elathan."

Generally speaking, Bres is not the figure from Cath Maige Tuired that most academics will say that they like, when they'll admit that they *can* like any of the characters, beyond a detached sense of general interest. The boisterous Dagda, the haunted and embattled Nuada, the exemplary Lug all gather far more positive reactions. On an anecdotal note, though, I've had a number of overwhelmingly queer people, usually in their late teens or twenties, approach me over my time doing this, and tell me how important Bres was to them, how interesting. Bres taps into something that, perhaps, many older academics, who are used to the rigid structures of academia, do not want to acknowledge: a willingness to defy society, to rebel, to question. The feeling of being torn apart by competing forces, of being conflicted, of being frightened and lonely. The feeling of being watched, of being judged, of being a player in a game by much older, much more experienced people, but still trying to play it anyway, even if he flounders in his execution. Because the truth is that Lug is easy to like, particularly in Cath Maige Tuired where he's at his least manipulative. He can do everything! He unifies people! He's charismatic! He's dutiful! He does everything exactly as he's supposed to and, as a result, has all the emotional depth of a thimble. (I like him best when he's taking bloody revenge, when the mask of the ideal hero comes off and he's allowed to be a little bit messy.) With Bres, there is no illusion that he's perfect, that he's flawless. No one finishes reading CMT and thinks that, really, it would have been better off for everyone if Bres had won. Not many of us can be Lug, but all of us have been Bres at one point or another, the question is simply whether we want to admit to it. All of us have fallen short, at some point or another, all of us have disappointed someone, including, at times, ourselves. All of us have watched as someone came onboard -- maybe they were younger, better with people, more competent, naturally talented, and left us in the dust. It's why people come away from Amadeus sympathizing with Salieri, because, at some point in our lives, we all venerate the Patron Saint of Mediocrity.

In an academic environment, I'm often asked why I'm so drawn to Bres. The truth is that there are very few academic explanations that can fully explain it. The answers that I give -- the complexity of his character, the insight he can give as an antisocial character, the parallels he has to Lug and to the broader world of the Tuatha Dé -- are not lies, but they can't fully capture the reality, either. In truth, the relationship I have with Bres isn't devotion, not in a religious sense, at least, but it is the sort of pure bond you can only form with something when you're a teenager, grasping for a piece of driftwood to cling onto through the waves of adolescence. He's been with me every single step of the way, in all his flaws and all his thoughtlessness, his melodrama, his rashness. He tells me that sometimes, I don't need to be perfect, I just need to survive. What it means to embrace liminality, even when society demands that we be boxed into neat little categories. He saved my life. In many ways, he gave me a life worth living. And, in turn, I crossed an ocean for him. I faced down a pandemic for him. I faced down hell for him. All to stand at his gravesite. I don't know if my pagan friends are right and that the Tuatha Dé's presences still linger in Ireland; I've never seen any cause to believe it, but, frankly, I've studied them long enough to know not to tempt fate on that score. I don't know if there ever is or was any trace of the man who I've spent so long studying that still lingers. I don't even know if anyone else ever stood by that cliff, looking down in the cobalt blue waters, the white tipped waves crashing against the rocks that jut out from Manannan's kingdom, and took a moment to think of him. Or what thoughts emigrants might have thought as they left in ships and, all too often, never saw their home country again, the grasping rock their last sight of their country. But I do know that on one autumn day, an American international student stood there and finally, finally took the chance to thank him for everything he'd done and to tell him that it was enough.

#county cork #mizenhead #ireland #ireland photo #ireland photography #eire #irish trip #travel #irish mythology #celtic mythology #mythological cycle #bres mac elathan #balor uí néit

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southernbluebellereader · 2 years ago

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Simon Riley x AFAB! Country Reader ft. A Little Cow

@crimsonbubble this was the best idea we came up with lol

Warnings: Hella fluff

Listen to me, y’all. Sometimes you just need a little cow napping on your lap.

Say Simon’s paying you a visit to your family farm, just to get away from everything, to get some new scenery, and to spend some time with you. Now, that man don’t know nothing about no farming - absolutely nothing. So he just following you around, helping you out when you’re checking on your little herd of dairy cows.

You never thought you’d see Simon with bright red, burned cheeks, and a farmer’s tan, and the two of you made a silent promise that you weren’t gonna tell anyone, especially Johnny about it. But you did have photographic proof.

After a hot and humid day of herding cows, the two of you decided to take a quick rest under one of the big oak trees.

“You doing ok over there, Simon?”

Simon stood off to the distance, hands on his hips, and watched as some of the cows tended to their calves, calves playing with each other, and other cows resting in the shades. He then turned his head towards you, smiling as you laid a blanket on the ground for the two or you to lay on and then walked towards you. If he’d worn the cowboy hat you offered him, maybe his face wouldn’t had burned. He felt his cheeks begin to sting.

He sat on the blanket with his back resting on the tree trunk, not saying anything. You smiled at him, then laid up next to him with his arms around you, just watching the cows. The cool breeze and distant mooing put the both of you to sleep.

After a little while, Simon finally woke up. His side where you'd laid next to him felt cool, but his lap felt warm and heavy. Nearly kicking his knees up to knock over whatever was laying on his lap, he sighed in relief when he saw your favorite cow resting her head on his lap.

"Fucking hell..." he whispered under his breath as he rubbed his eyes, then looking around for you - you were nowhere in sight. He figured you'd wandered off to a calf calling your name, but Simon's leg started to feel numb.

Daisy, you'd called her. Because for the longest time she'd only eat the grass where the daisies grew you told Simon. Simon wasn't a fan of farm animals for a long time. Sure, he was a butcher for a short while, but it was work. But visiting you in your natural habitat made him appreciate the slow and calm things in life - like cows. He gently petted the top of Daisy's head, watching how nearly her whole body seemed to move every time she breathe and how her tail automatically seemed to swat away every fly coming in within their vicinity. It was a mutual agreement between Simon and Daisy.

Simon petted her and Daisy kept the flies away, even in sleep. He even started talking to her.

"...So you're the favorite? I can see why."

Simon chuckled at the huff that Daisy let out. She may be half asleep, but she knows when you're being talked about.

"She misses you a lot - Can't shut up about you. She told me you had some kids before I got here."

You were walking back from helping a little calf get out of the fence and stopped in your tracks, a fat smile grew on your face. You couldn't believe it: Simon talking to a cow that's laying in his lap. And not just any cow - Daisy.

Oh and how you tried so hard to stay quiet as you pulled your phone out and took a few pictures. And you caught the exact moment Simon caught you and yelled "Oi! What do you think you're doing??"

Daisy groaned at Simon's yelling, who then cursed and apologized as you bust out laughing, holding your stomach as you tried to keep yourself from falling over as you made yourself over to Simon and Daisy.

"Simon what happened?" You managed to giggle out.

Simon's face was even more red, stumbling over his words.

"Y-You left me here! I woke up and you were gone and Daisy plopped her head on my leg and now I can't feel it."

As you calmed down your laughing, you nudged Daisy to get up so Simon could stand up and shake his leg alive. You kissed her head and before you sent her on her way, Daisy walked passed Simon and smacked her tail on his behind. Simon ain't never turned around so fast and looked at you, "Get your heifer, Y/N."

Chuckling still, you walk over to Simon and wrap your arms around his waist, "She ain't a heifer anymore, Simon, he had a calf. And that was her telling you to quit your attitude."

Simon shook his head and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close, "Yeah yeah you like my attitude - both of you."

The both of you looked over at Daisy as she tended to her little calf who was jumping around her.

"You're not inviting her to our wedding are you?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna have a cow stroll up to the courthouse. C'mon now. She might be at the reception though."

Simon sighed, but couldn't help but smile, "Whatever you say, Mrs. Riley." Then he kissed the top of her head.

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From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

Warning: Billy Hargrove deserves his own warning, but there's also harassment and assault.

@emen-98 @1lostsoul0fishbowl @vulpixsworld

Prologue . . . Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

The summer quickly faded into fall, and it was soon time for them to go back to school. Keeping her powers a secret from Hopper had been difficult, and it almost seemed like he suspected they were all keeping something from him. He stopped asking her when she mentioned that it seemed like he was hiding something from them as well, but she wasn't going to bring it up to the others. . .unless she was provoked. He shut up after that. Nancy and Steve seemed more distant than ever as it got closer to a year since it all went down. The nightmares for Chrissy were getting worse, and it was getting harder to push her powers away. Once she had opened that door, it was difficult to close it again. The good thing that did happen was that Jonathan finally came out to the group. Joyce was also dating someone, and though Chrissy liked Bob, she had wished that Hopper had gotten his head out of his ass.

"The new guy hit on me again," Heather said as she plopped down at the lunch table.

"Too bad you can't explain to him that you're a lesbian," Eddie said.

Unfortunately, no one outside of their growing friend group would understand. It was nice having them around, having each other like a protective wall that blocked out all the people who would hate them for their sexuality alone. It was like their own little world, sometimes. The only ones who remained ambivalent were Nancy and Gareth, now. Chrissy had been surprised when Heather started to sit at their table on the first day of school, even more surprised that her ex-girlfriend and her boyfriend got along pretty well. She was pretty happy about it, though, especially since it meant that she could see more of Heather now.

"No, I'm pretty sure that it would only encourage him further," Heather said, frowning. "Even if I weren't a lesbian, which thankfully I am, I wouldn't say yes to him if someone was holding a gun to my head."

"The only thing good about him is his car," Eddie said.

"Someone needs to explain to him that the way to a girl's heart is to not call her a fat cow when she rejects you," Heather scowled.

"What an asshole. You know, he looks like he would be hot, and then he opens his mouth, ruining the whole thing," Steve said. "His whole personality makes him look ugly."

"So, you would not leave Nancy for Billy Hargrove?" Eddie asked, teasing him.

"I'd rather run off with you," Steve scoffed.

"Baby, that can be arranged," Eddie said, winking at him.

"Shut up," Steve said, stuffing a spoonful of applesauce into Eddie's mouth.

Jeff scowled and slammed the tray on the cafeteria table as Gareth and Frankie, the new addition to Corroded Coffin as well as Hellfire, sat down with him. He was pretty nice so far, a little blunt but nice. Frankie was pretty nice about their sexuality too, so he had that going for him.

"Well, I was thinking the new guy was hot and maybe played for our team, but then he opened his racist ass mouth. Do they not understand that being racist makes you unattractive?" Jeff said.

"What the hell did he say to you?" Steve asked with a scowl.

"He made it clear that he didn't want to see people like me in his line of sight," Jeff said. "He didn't even look at Gareth. Looked straight at me."

"What a dick!" Chrissy exclaimed as everyone groaned.

"Who's a dick?" Robin asked as she sat down with her sister.

"The new guy, Hargrove," Steve explained. "He's racist. Misogynistic, too."

"Aw, man, I was just admiring his car," Robin said. "Oooh, let's steal it."

"Let's not," Nancy said.

"She never let's me do anything," Robin frowned. "Sometimes I really do wish we were the type of twins who did everything together."

"I'm willing to do almost anything with you. . .within reason. I am not committing grand theft auto with you," Nancy said.

"Sharing a womb together gets me nowhere," Robin said. "We could be badass bandit twins, Nance. Think of the possibilities."

"I am thinking of the possibilities, that's why I'm saying no," Nancy said.

"How about we just curse him?" Chrissy giggled.

"Right, I forgot we decided to be witches! I think he needs to stub something other than his pinky toe," Robin said.

"Especially for calling Heather a fat cow," Chrissy said, scowling, and Robin gasped. "And being racist towards our beautiful Jeff."

"You guys really want to annoy him, put water in his gas tank," Eddie said.

"Let's do it!" Chrissy exclaimed and then looked at Nancy. "Give Steve your radio. I have mine. Let us know when he leaves the cafeteria."

"God, if I wasn't gay and Eddie wasn't my best friend. . .," Jeff said.

"Baby, no, I was joking," Eddie said.

"Besides, I think he gives his little sister a ride home, and he seems like an angry man. . .wouldn't want him to take it out on her," Gareth said.

"Shit, that's true," Chrissy frowned. "You guys going to Tina's Halloween party?"

"I kind of have to for reasons that I'm not going to say," Heather blushed.

Chrissy smiled, knowing exactly what she was talking about. She always suspected it of Tina, but she never said her suspicions outloud, nor would she. She'd let Heather and Tina keep their secret. Finally, Argyle and Jonathan showed up to the table, looking distinctly disheveled.

"You guys get lost again? Did you somehow find yourselves in a broom closet?" Steve asked.

"Oh, yeah, man. It's become a real problem. They need to make a map for this school, you know?" Argyle said.

Everyone around the table laughed at them.

"I was just asking them if they were all going to Tina's Halloween party on Wednesday," Chrissy said.

"Oh, yeah, definitely. Me and Jonathan decided not to wear costumes, though," Argyle said. "We couldn't decide on one, mostly because it would be hard to dance in a giant homemade weed costume."

"Aww, and Jonathan really wants to dance with you," Chrissy said.

"Yeah, so what?" Jonathan blushed, the corner of his lips turning up.

"Chrissy and I are definitely going to be there. Who would have thought that I, Eddie Munson, would ever want to go to a high school party?" Eddie grinned.

"He's really excited about our costumes," Chrissy grinned.

"Which are?" Steve asked.

"Well, that would ruin the surprise, Steven," Eddie replied. "You gotta be there to see it."

"We're definitely going to be there," Nancy said.

"Hey, am I dropping you off at work again?" Eddie asked Chrissy.

Surfer Boy Pizza was officially up and running. Of course, Argyle's dad was the first one to offer her job, which Chrissy happily accepted. They had been true to their word and kept it to how Benny had wanted it to be. Everything was just updated, freshly painted with their own touch thrown in. It quickly became the new hangout place. It amused everyone to know that there was a place called Surfer Boy Pizza, and there wasn't actually any place to surf in Hawkins.

"Well, yeah, I agreed to work all weekend and today so I could have Tuesday and Wednesday off," Chrissy said.

"Hmm. . .why Tuesday? Whatever happens on a Tuesday, I wonder," Eddie said.

"You know what happens on a Tuesday, asshole," Chrissy said.

"Oh, yeah. That's right! Corroded Coffin will be performing at the Hideout for the first time in months! For Gareth and Frankie, the first time ever!" Eddie hollered.

"And I am not going to miss that," Chrissy said. "You looking forward to it, Gareth?"

"Hell yeah! I never really played on a stage before," Gareth exclaimed.

"Well, I would hardly call it a stage," Jeff said.

"Is he going to be able to get in?" Steve asked.

"Bev's served us before, Steve, I don't think she's going to care," Chrissy said.

"That's true," Steve said.

As Chrissy chatted away with her friends, she felt a presence on the back of her neck. She scanned the cafeteria and located the person who was staring at her. She knew who it was immediately. The person they had been talking about just moments ago. Billy Hargrove. He was looking at her like she was something to eat. He was a predator, and she was his prey. It scared her. She's faced a demogorgon, another dimension, the death of one of her closet friends, and the death of a man she thought of like a father, but the look in this man's eyes scared her more than anything. He was dangerous, and judging by the way that many eyes gravitated towards him with a lustful gaze, he was a dangerous man who could draw a crowd. He was more dangerous than Tommy Hayes, the guy who had no problem wanting to murder Gareth. This was a man who probably skinned many cats when he was younger, and it worried her that many people were ignoring the look in his eyes because his pants were tight. Maybe she was overthinking it, though. . .

"Sweetheart?" Eddie asked softly and she turned back to look at him.

"I'm fine," Chrissy said, hoping one day she'll be able to say that to him and mean it.

She tried to put Hargrove out of her mind, but she couldn't seem to escape his gaze. Sometimes, it seemed like he was following her. She was doing everything she could do to keep her her powers in check when she was around him. Chrissy finally managed to get him out of her mind when she gathered in the library with Eddie, Steve, and Nancy on Wednesday to do their homework. They had been working together in silence for a while before Nancy and Steve disappeared. Chrissy had turned the page in her schoolbook and frowned.

"A page is missing in this book, I'm going to see if they have another one," Chrissy said.

Eddie hummed as he focused on his school work. She smiled. It was nice to see him actually trying this year. She gave the book to the front desk before moving down the aisle to find another copy. Chrissy was browsing the shelves when she felt a presence behind her. She didn't have to see him to know who it was. It was Billy. She felt him lean in and smell her.

"Hmm, I got a wiff of you the other day. My mom wore a similar perfume. . .hell, maybe it's the same perfume," Billy said.

Chrissy tried not to shudder, but she couldn't help it when she could feel his breath on her neck.

"I have a boyfriend, and I'm very happy with him," Chrissy said.

"Yeah, I've seen your boyfriend. . . Munson, right? Watched him at the Hideout last night. You wouldn't have seen me, too busy soaking your panties at the sight of him. They're good. . .no Motley Crue, though," Billy said.

"It's because they're better than them," Chrissy said.

That had been a stupid mistake on her part. Billy pressed himself up against her, trapping her between him and the bookshelf. He pushed her hair back and she let out a whimper at his unwelcome touch.

"You think your freak of a boyfriend is good. . .I can be better in every way possible. I'll have you screaming," Billy said, his lip next to her ear.

"Let me go," Chrissy said.

"Why? I'm enjoying myself," Billy said. "I've seen you walking in the hallway. . .that smile of yours. . . Reminds me of my mother. . .she had a smile that could light up the room."

"I'm guessing she's not around to see what a disappointment her son turned out to be," Chrissy said.

That was really stupid. Billy grabbed the back of her head, pulled on her hair, and pressed her face into the books.

"I could make it a really good experience or a really bad one. Take your pick," Bikky hissed in her ear.

"I think it was really stupid for you to mess with me," she said.

She didn't want to do this, but it was hard to control it once her defenses were up. She could feel it growing inside of her, and the lights started to flicker. She used her powers to push him away from her and into the other shelves. Chrissy turned around and went to leave when he grabbed her by the throat, holding her against the shelves as the blood trickled from her nose.

"So, the rumors are true. You are a witch," Billy glared at her. "What else can you do. . .witch?"

"Let her go," a voice called out.

Chrissy managed to turn her head and looked to see Jason standing at the end of the aisle.

"Jason Carver, the snitch. How's it going for you, ball boy?" Billy asked.

"Better than you if you don't get your fucking hands off her," Jason glared at her.

"Hm, does the witch have more than one dog on her leash?" Billy taunted. "Does he know about your little trick? Come on, Cunningham, show us."

"It's Henderson," she croaked.

Jason growled and threw himself at Billy. He ended up knocking both of them to the ground. Billy growled and kicked him off of him. He was about to hit Jason when the librarian came down the aisle.

"What is going on here?" She asked.

Billy smirked and looked down at Chrissy, who was sprawled on the floor.

"Oh, Chrissy here tripped and accidentally fell into us. We were just about to help her up, weren't we?" He asked.

He gave her a warning look. Fuck. He knew about her powers, but it's not like anyone would believe him, right? She couldn't take the risk.

"Yeah, I tripped. I'm so embarrassed," Chrissy said as she blinked away tears. "I'm such a klutz."

"Well, accidents happen," the librarian said.

Chrissy stood with the help of Jason and Billy. His hand wrapped around her arm, and it startled her how well he could make it look like he cared. The grip on her arm said otherwise. When the librarian left, Billy dropped the facade but still held onto her tightly. Jason glared at him. Billy laughed, dropped her arm, and walked away. Jason pulled a napkin out of his pocket and handed it to her. She quickly started wiping away the blood.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked.

"I will be," Chrissy said.

"I'm sorry, you know, if I ever scared you like that," Jason said softly.

"You were never that bad," Chrissy said.

"Yes, I was," Jason scoffed. "I'll see you around. I'm going to make sure he doesn't bother you again."

"You don't have to do that," Chrissy said.

"Yes, I do," Jason said and walked away with his hands in his pockets.

Chrissy watched him for a moment, wondering if he really had changed or if he was faking it like Billy just had. No, no, Jason had changed. He was changing. She went back to the table to find Steve and Nancy sitting back down, but Eddie was gone. Nancy was frowning, and Steve looked at her, worried.

"W-where's Eddie?" Chrissy asked, realizing now that was shaking.

"Uh, he's in the bathroom. Chrissy, what's wrong? You're pale and shaking," Nancy said.

"Uh, Billy, he, uh, followed me to the bookshelves. He came up behind me - I don't know what he wanted - well, I can guess. I reminded him of his mother, which is so creepy, and then he pressed me up against the bookshelves, and I couldn't - I couldn't get away, so I had to push him away with, you know so he knows. Jason also stopped him, but he didn't see what I did," Chrissy said, and that's when the tears came.

Nancy and Steve jumped up from the table to hug her.

"I'm going to fucking kill him," Steve said furiously.

"Get in line," Nancy said.

"It's nice when couples find things to do together," Chrissy mumbled, causing them both to laugh. "What are we going to do?"

"Don't worry about him saying anything. There's been a rumor going around since last year that you were a witch. If he does say anything, no one is going to believe him," Steve said.

"And we'll be around you 24/7," Nancy said.

"We all have different classes," Chrissy frowned as she pulled away.

"We'll figure it out," Nancy said.

"Are you sure you want to go tonight?" Eddie asked.

The four of them were getting ready in Nancy's room. Eddie nearly had a heart attack when he came back from the bathroom earlier and found out that Hargrove had hurt her. Neither Chrissy nor Eddie wanted to let go of each other after that. Nancy nearly had to pry them apart with a crowbar. Steve was working on slicking Eddie's hair back while Nancy worked on putting Chrissy's into a perfect ponytail.

"Yes! I want to party with my friends. . .with my boyfriend. I am not going to let some Tommy Lee wannabe asshole try and ruin that!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"That's the spirit, Chris," Steve said.

"God, have I told you lately how much I love you?" Eddie asked.

"All the time, but it's nice to hear," Chrissy grinned.

"My witch," Eddie cooed.

"My freak," Chrissy cooed back. "Lip hug!"

She leaned over and kissed him. Eddie giggled into the kiss.

"Oh my god! Just call it a kiss like a normal person!" Steve exclaimed, but he was smiling.

"You guys need to stop being so cute," Nancy said.

Robin burst into the room with her hands over her eyes.

"Is everyone decent?" Robin asked.

"Well, if you're talking about personality. . .no. If you're talking about clothing. . .also, no," Eddie said.

Robin sighed and took her hands off her eyes before flipping him off. Eddie laughed with Steve while Chrissy rolled her eyes with Nancy as they both tried not to laugh.

"I think it's pointless to ask you to knock on my door, isn't it?" Nancy asked her sister dryly.

"You're learning!" Robin grinned.

"Are you dressed up? I thought you weren't going to the party?" Nancy asked.

"Well, I figured since I had the Mickey Mouse shirt and the leather jacket, I figured I would go as Two Bit," Robin said.

"Oh, man, Ronnie would lose it if she was here. She loves the Outsiders. The book and the movie," Eddie said.

"Yeah, I know, that's why I was hoping someone would take a picture of me so I could send it to her," Robin said as she held up the Polaroid.

"I'll do it, lean against the door," Nancy said.

Robin leaned against the door frame. She took one where Robin was looking off in the distance, one where she was smiling at the camera, and then one where she blew kisses at the Polaroid. There was a fourth and last one where Eddie jumped into it, hugging Robin tightly as she rolled her eyes.

"Are you guys Sandy and Danny from Grease?" Robin asked Eddie, then turned to Chrissy. "You're not going to wear the leather get up from the end of the movie?"

"Yeah, no, Eddie hated that they did that. He wishes there was another scene where Sandy changed back at the end," Chrissy said. "But other than that, he loved the movie. I think he really just loves the songs, though, and he thinks John Travolta is hot."

"I do not think he's hot," Eddie blushed. "You know who I think is hot - ,"

"You're going to say Ozzy, which is true, but also, you think John Travolta is hot," Chrissy giggled.

"Fine! He's hot! Jesus H Christ!" Eddie said throwing up his hands.

"I'm guessing he doesn't like the makeover Ally Sheedy got in the Breakfast Club?" Robin asked.

"Nope!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"She was gorgeous before!" Eddie exclaimed, slamming his hands on Nancy's dresser. "Like I get changing a little bit but to do a complete turnaround! She was beautiful because she was wearing what she liked and her energy exuded that."

"He also thought Emilio Estevez was hot," Chrissy grinned.

"Chrissy! Stop telling everyone who I think is hot!" Eddie exclaimed. "Thank God, Jeff and Gareth decided not to go. I'd never hear the end of it."

"Molly Ringwald was pretty cute in that movie too," Robin said.

"She was," Chrissy agreed. "Everyone in that film was very attractive. Especially Bender."

"What about the principal?" Nancy asked.

"Oh, yeah, definitely. There's something about him that makes me want him to manhandle me a little," Eddie grinned.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Munson?" Steve laughed.

"Oh, so many things, big boy," Eddie said.

Once they went downstairs, Karen couldn't help but steal them for some pictures. Mike laughed at them on his way out the door with Dustin. Robin and Nancy willing indulged their mother, laughing as they gave it a little model flare.

"And Robin, what are you going to do if someone says something mean?" Ted asked.

"Make them wish their parents had used a condom," Robin said.

Karen turned to give her daughter a disapproving look.

"No, that's not what I was going to say. I was going to say walk away and ignore them," Ted said and winked at Robin.

"I saw that in the mirror, Ted!" Karen exclaimed.

"You saw what?"

"Ted!"

"Karen!"

Nancy shared a look with Robin as they watched their mother try not to laugh.

"Go on, kids," Karen said, rolling her eyes. "Have fun."

"Not too much fun. Robin, I sincerely hope that I don't have to report anything back to Ronnie," Ted said.

"It's weird that you talk so much with my girlfriend, Daddy-o," Robin said.

"Hey, it's not that much, and she left before I could give her the shovel talk," Ted said.

"Wait, he actually does that?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, yeah, it's hilarious," Steve said. "He sits you down to talk to you with an actual shovel, then he asks you if this is how the shovel talk is supposed to go."

"Yeah, I can totally see Ted doing some shit like that while holding a shovel," Eddie laughed.

"Oh, no. He gave me the shovel to hold," Steve said.

"You're hilarious, Ted!" Eddie hollered as Nancy and Chrissy pushed him out the door.

"Please, come again and convince my wife!" Ted yelled out the door.

"Ted!" Karen exclaimed, and then they heard her laughing.

When they arrived at the party, it was in full swing. Argyle and Jonathan met them outside, them being the first to arrive. True their word, they arrived in their normal attire. Argyle had hugged Chrissy tightly on sight, and she melted into his arms immediately. Argyle was a pretty mellow man, but she hasn't had the opportunity yet to see if he had a dark side or not. Jonathan claimed Argyle had cursed Billy out when they heard about the incident. . .or did he say he placed a curse on Billy? Chrissy just wanted to forget him, honestly, but of course, the universe had other plans. As soon as they walked into the house, they ran into the man immediately. Nancy automatically stood in front of Chrissy, glaring at Billy. Robin moved to stand next to her sister while Eddie wrapped his arm around her. Jonathan and Argyle stood next to her. Chrissy was surprised to see Tommy Hagan with Billy. Not even Tommy Hayes wanted to hang around Billy.

"You've got yourself a little army. . . Witch," Billy said, his eyes glinting.

"I prefer to call them friends. . .do you know that word? They're people who want to be around you without fearing for their life," Chrissy said.

"Very brave of you. . .how brave are you without your friends to protect you?" He taunted. "Without those special little tricks of yours? Hmm, does your boyfriend know about those? Judging by the look on his face, I'm guessing not. I know something about your girlfriend that you don't know, Munson."

"You're not going to find that out," Steve said coldly. "Fuck off."

Billy laughed and disappeared into the crowd with Hagan. Chrissy glared at his retreating back before pulling Eddie onto the dance floor. He spun her around, letting her long skirt flare out the way she liked it to be. He pulled her back and spun her right into his arms. He flashed his dimples when she giggled at him before pressing a harsh kiss to his lips.

"I know you're probably wondering what that was about. . .," Chrissy said as she pulled back. "With the tricks and all. . ."

"You ready to tell me about it?" Eddie asked.

"Well, no," Chrissy frowned.

"Then don't tell me," Eddie said. "You were patient with me, so I'm going to do the same. I'm curious as hell, but you're worth the wait."

"I fucking love you," Chrissy said with a gleeful smile. "Let's sneak into the bathroom and have sex!"

"I'm not having sex with you for the first time in a bathroom," Eddie chuckled.

"Fine," she pouted.

She couldn't help but smile when Eddie spun her around again. She giggled when he tried to let her do the same, but their height differences made it awkward. Chrissy rolled her eyes and spun him around without having to spin him under her arm. She ended up inadvertently spinning him into Steve, who caught him. She cackled when Eddie started to dance with him. Steve looked surprised for a moment before going with it and swinging him around wildly. Chrissy pulled a giggling Nancy to her and started dancing with her as well. She happily forgot about their problems for a moment, they could deal with them later but right now all she wanted to do was live in the moment with her friends. She spotted Robin being spun between Jonathan and Argyle. Robin was laughing so hard that Chrissy couldn't help but lean her head back and laugh as well.

"Eddie! Hands!" She heard Steve yell.

"Oops! Sorry, Steve! Sorry, Chrissy! My hands, they slipped."

Luckily, it was dark, and everyone else was too busy enjoying themselves to pay attention. Eventually, though, they returned their partners to the right person, and Chrissy found herself dancing with Eddie again. Chrissy twirled around when someone bumped into her with their drink, spilling it all over her. Chrissy groaned before pulling Eddie with her to the bathroom. Once they were there, Chrissy closed the door and pulled her cardigan off.

"Aw, it bled all the way through," Chrissy pouted. "Oh, well, while we're in here. . ."

Chrissy pressed him up against the door and captured her lips with his, her body filling with euphoria. Eddie grinned and cupped her face as he deepened the kiss. He pulled back and looked at her mischievously.

"You planned this, didn't you?" Eddie asked.

"If only. . ." Chrissy trailed off.

She kissed him again, her hands pressing against his stomach before moving up to his chest. She smirked as she slid her tongue into his mouth. To her delight, he moaned and cupped the back of her head, tugging her ponytail. This time, it was her turn to make a sound, and she hummed with pleasure. She slid her leg in between his and raised it so her knee was pressing against his crotch. Eddie growled and pulled back, yanking her ponytail back gently. His touch was very much wanted.

"Chrissy. . .we both agreed," Eddie said. "And after today, I don't think either one of us is ready. . .I mean, are you?"

"Well, no, and honestly, I do want to do it in a bed," Chrissy said. "God, I just look at you, and I want to devour you whole. . .it's scary sometimes."

"Yeah, and sometimes I want to crawl inside your skin. We're both freaks," Eddie said, and Chrissy giggled. "I think you need to cool down, though."

Chrissy squealed when he picked her up and carried her into the shower, closing the curtain.

"Edward Wayne, if you even think about turning on that water. . ." Chrissy warned.

"Relax, Christine Elizabeth, I would never," Eddie gasped. "Or would I?"

He jokingly reached for the knob and she slapped his chest, laughing. He froze and put his hand on her mouth when two people entered the bathroom. Eddie's eyes widened when they both realized it was Steve and Nancy. It sounded like Nancy had an accident herself. It also sounded like she was quite drunk. How long had Chrissy been kissing Eddie? Oh God, they should really leave. . .because it sounded like Nancy was going to say something that she didn't mean. It was too late, though. . .Fuck.

"Like we're in love?" Steve asked. "You don't love me?"

"It's bullshit."

Chrissy's heart broke for the both of them, and she could tell it hit Eddie, too. She knew that Nancy didn't mean it, but just because she was drunk doesn't make the words hurt any less. She wasn't sure how she would be able to handle it if Eddie told her it was their fault his best friend died. It would kill her, and it sounded like it was killing Steve. Tears welled up in her eyes along with Eddie's as they heard Steve storm out of the bathroom. A minute later, they heard Argyle and Jonathan coming in. Eddie and Chrissy immediately pulled back the curtain, causing a high pitch scream to spill out of Argyle.

"What - ?" He asked.

"Uh, Steve asked us to take Nancy home," Jonathan said in confusion.

"Eddie, quickly, go tend to Steve," Chrissy said. "We'll take Nancy back to my place."

Eddie didn't waste a second before running out of the room. Argyle picked Nancy up, and they left the party just as quickly as Eddie had. Luckily, when she got home, Claudia had been too distracted by whatever Dustin was showing her to notice Nancy being dragged in by Argyle. Although Chrissy was curious about how Dustin had managed to rig his Ghostbusters' costume up like that, she needed to take care of Nancy. Argyle set him on her bed, and he hovered by the bed with his boyfriend.

"It's okay, I've got this," Chrissy said softly.

"Are you sure?" Jonathan asked, looking at Nancy in concern.

"Yeah," she said. "Thank you."

"Anything for Nancy," Argyle said.

"Oh, I don't think Robin knew what happened. She just saw Steve run out. She followed him," Jonathan said.

"Oh, I completely forgot about Robin!" Chrissy gasped.

"It's alright, Lady Henderson, you had other things to worry about," Argyle said.

Chrissy hugged Argyle and then hugged Jonathan before shooing them out of her room. She grabbed some water and set it on the bedside table before closing her door. She took off Nancy's boots and then her clothes before cleaning her up. She put her pajamas on Nancy and then had her sit up to drink some water. Chrissy sat up on the bed to watch her for a while. Was it always going to be like this? Would they always be affected by what those assholes did? How could anyone have normal relationships? Steve and Nancy's situation was a little bit different, so much more complicated but just as awful.

She watched Nancy's eyes flutter close, and Chrissy laid down next to her. She wondered what was happening with Steve. Did Robin go with Steve to his house? Was Eddie there comforting him like she was doing for Nancy? Chrissy stroked Nancy's hair, and Nancy sighed. Robin would be there too, she thought. Chrissy's eyes started to close as she imagined Eddie and Robin hugging Steve on either side of him as they held him in bed, Steve sobbing into Eddie's chest. Chrissy shut her eyes tightly, hoping everything would be alright. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she heard Nancy gasp out a name.

"Steve. . ."

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bredslut · 2 months ago

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When did you figure out you liked being called a fat cow?

Hmm well I knew I was into degradation and masochism pretty young. I would say specifically liking to be a fat cow wasn't until late first pregnancy! When I'm not pregnant I identify more with a pig than a cow, but definitely love being a fat bred cow when I am pregnant!

#pregnancy #pregnant #pregblr #preggo kink #preggie #pregnancyasks

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anonymoushotsexyperson · 7 months ago

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GROWING UP A FAT GIRL IN THE Y2K ERA

I know peoples attention spans suck so don't worry im adding sections. So you can scroll through and just read whatever intrigues you if you can't commit to the whole thing!!

this post will talk about my experiences growing up as a fat girl and just a little bit about how it effected my relationship to my body as I grew up as well as the struggles of fatness intersecting with racism and ableism as well as very briefly touching on the wojack giving fat girl backshots meme going around!

SECTION 1 THE BEGINNING OF MY RELATIONSHIP WITH MY BODY AND HOW FAT PHOBIA EFFECTED IT.

My first experience with fat phobia I remember consciously is around the ages of 6 or 7. My mother and father had recently divorced and I was growing into myself more and more everyday getting stronger, smarter, limbs getting longer, body getting bigger. I was going through growth spurts. I would chub up a little then id grow a few inches, chub, grow, chub grow. Seems like a pretty normal concept or idea to manage right? Well not for the average y2k adult. Everyone would always make comments to my mother or out of fear of being judged for being a bad parent she would bring it up herself. I remember my mothers response to the comments about my body. "she is stress eating because of the divorce!" was always her reply... and giiiiirl no the fuck I wasn't. I was not really that effected by my mom and dads divorce till later on. At that age as long as I was surrounded by most of my family and I had YouTube much else didn't matter to me and kind of went over my head if i'm being real with you. Hey I'm a kid though who knows maybe I was stress eating and just had no idea what to call it at the time and then don't remember but honestly, if my memory is serving me correctly I used to be so confused when she said that! If I was eating a little more it was probably because I was GROWING INTO MY BODY MAYBE?? That was my first run in which followed up with many more, like when my dad made me step on a scale in the living room of his new home strangers -that later became family- walking around, free to stare at whatever the number said. "If you don't lose weight you are coming to live with me." Still echoes through my head, I was about 7. It doesn't stop there I was being called a cow at school, or by my older brothers at home during petty fights we'd have. Some how none of the insults really stuck like that (besides the situation with my dad). They definitely hit me, but if I denied that they did then that counts as dodging them right? Growing up I always thought I wasn't that heavily effected by the raging and rampant fat phobia permeating through the y2k, but in reality it caused me to start neglecting my body all together. Up until the summer between 7th and 8th grade I never looked at myself in the mirror. Maybe a quick glance but I would never fixate on my appearance. Now hyper fixating on your appearance can be unhealthy but so is pretending you don't have one at all which was the type of timing I was on. Fat phobia among other factors was the leading cause of what became a history of neglecting myself.

SECTION 2 DEVELOPING AN EATING DISORDER AS A FAT PERSON

scroll to the next section if you want to avoid triggers!

The effect fat phobia had on me didn't really start to show on the surface until 7th-8th grade. My girlfriend had an eating disorder and she was living with me at the time because her family was homeless (we were closeted as best friends). She didn't encourage my eating disorder but it was kind of a monkey see monkey do kind of thing, she made me start to consider it. At that age range I was looking for different ways to destroy myself as well as connect with my peers and some how those too things strongly intersected as the glamorization of self harm and mental illness was at an all time high. I'm not sure why twelve to thirteen yearly anon wanted to destroy themselves so bad but I think if anything it stemmed from a need for control over my surroundings. At this age my home life wasn't the best. I forgot how, but I think maybe through just looking up depressing quotes in general I found the infamous Ana and Mia. Oh and trust me Cassie Ainsworth from skins did not help AT ALL. CUE THE INFAMOUS GIF:

TW CASSIE AINSWSORTH GIF:

even LOOKING FOR THIS GIF BEGAN TO STIR SOMETHING INSIDE ME OH MY GOD??

The worst part about being a fat girl with an eating disorder is how proud of me everyone was. "Anon you're getting so slim!" "Anon look at you slimming out see I knew it was just baby fat!". My friends knew of my ed so they would never compliment me for it or really talk about my body in general, probably half because of my ed but also half because I was still fat and not considered desirable or something to be jealous of regardless of if I lost a few pounds. But my family complimented my figure a lot as I slimmed and I got less fat jokes and the doctor was happy and people did treat me a little different. JUST a little cuz I was still fat but a noticeable enough change in the way people treated me for me to want to keep going and indulge myself deeper in my unhealthy habits.

But yeah long story short I developed an ed and I thought I was so fat and gross and disgusting and dude I look back at myself and why was my body LICHRALLAY SO T??? I honestly wasn't even morbidly obese or anything (which I am now BECAUSE of my eating disorder but fuck it we ball and also I ENJOY BEING FAT I knowww plot twist right?) also you minors in the ed community YES YOU take NOTE at this next part: I was literally just growing into my body... but then I fucked up my metabolism really bad and completely skewed my relationship with health, dieting, and workout culture so i'm either doing too much or not enough. So not only did my metabolism get utterly destroyed but having to learn how to take care of myself from scratch ended up destroying all the progress made and here I am literally 60 pounds heavier than I was back then and i've dropped weight since i've developed a healthier relationship with my body so if we are keeping it a buck until about a year ago I had accumulated about 100 pounds of weight since my pre ed days because of the effects the eating disorder had on me ! (oh and I have heart problems now not from being fat but from attempting to become skinny the wrong way! if you fast and binge or fast and do cardio and feel your heart beating like that... if you know you know...yeah you're fucking up your heart and need to stop like right now girly!) SO yeah I am a recovering anorexic with some bulimic symptoms. Though even after developing my eating disorder my issues with body image didn't really really affect me until later on.

SECTION 3 THE SOCIALIZATION OF FATNESS/THE INTERSECTIONAL STRUGGLE BETWEEN MY BLACKNESS AND FATNESS/ BECOMING THE DUFF/ WOJACK MEME.

Along side subconsciously neglecting myself I would also publicly portray myself as very tough skinned and overly confident all throughout middle and high school as a defense mechanism when in reality I was pretty indifferent toward myself and extremely sensitive. I think that my tough exterior wasn't only due to me being fat but also being a black woman although I am biracial/light skinned in complexion I feel like I was still hyper masculinized due to my blackness especially growing up in an area where I was closer in proximity to blackness then a large majority of my counterparts. I feel like a lot of my aggression and flamboyancy came from constantly being in a state of self defense and also subconsciously feeling like I had to play the role that was written for me or else I wouldn't be loved or appreciated or wanted. By the role that was written for me i'm talking about Precious, Rasputia, Mercedes Jones, Ivy Wentz, the stereotype of being the fat black women, and for my non black fat baddies for you this would be The DUFF role. This is when you're known as the flamboyant friend with the attitude that everyones scared to make the butt of the joke because she is NOT afraid to snap you in two. The stereotype isn't entirely wrong i'm sure a lot of people fall into it for the same reason as me but then it becomes our main character trait, and that mixed into a juicy cocktail of dehumanization of fat bodies turns you into the friends the skinny girls bring to the club to scare off ugly dudes as if you're a bodyguard and are immune to sexual or physical assault because you're fat!

So I grew up neglecting my body because of fat phobia developed a life altering eating disorder because of how romanticized they were due to fat phobia, and spent my whole life being guys secret crush, or the "annoying dramatic fat girl" because of fat phobia but still even then it didn't seem it had the real detrimental effect on my body image everyone said it would until I was 20. When I was 20 I moved back to my hometown for a little bit where the beauty standard is very much "ambiguous white skinny girl" and I thought that maybe I would get play because hey we are like adults who are deprogramming all that bullshit anyway right? WELLL I did get play, crazy play of course! Just in secret, and I've had guys have secret crushes on me etc but never to the extent I began to face it in my 20's where they would so obviously be horny over me all the time while simultaneously being mad at me for making them horny because I'm fat and it confuses and embarrasses them ( men are genuinely socialized to be suchhhh fucking psychopaths. -if you're a guy and you're reading this don't say that not all men bullshit yes we know not you i'm not gonna specify every time to preserve your ego goddamn). I have some sad and weird stories about that, that involves men thinking they could be more aggressive with me or literally impose violence on me or be extremely weird and creepy because they're embarrassed they're attracted to a fat girl and on top of that a fat black girl that they hyper-masculinized and degraded in their head due to societal pressure/influence... but imma save that for another day or maybe never because I see nothing coming out of me posting that on here but relived trauma. Also the type of man I just described are the same ones reposting this new viral wojack meme by the way:

thats all im saying about that meme, the guys reposting it like fat bitches and are scared that they like us and can't think for themselves thats literally all I wanted to input into the conversation regarding THAT....

also I use the word bitch in an endearing aave way not in a deragotry way so please don't hit me with that "don't call women bitches" thing I don't be doing it a lot but im also not gonna stop using aave and also i'm LICHRALLY AFAB sooooo shut up...

ANYWAYS...The violence I faced at this point in my life really triggered something in me it made me realize that because of the stereotypes held up against me I will never be treated or respected or perceived authentically by the average Joe. The only person that would see me is those who have taken extensive time to deprogram parts of their brain that created these deep routed bias etc. ( also if you're wondering why these biases were created it all leads back to capitalism but THATS for another post..) After facing literal violence cause of my body it definitely caused a blow at my self esteem, but even then I shined on and persevered continuing to be my sexy self.

SECTION 4 FAT PHOBIA AND ABLEISM INTERTWINED.

It wasn't until I randomly got into an accident and became temporarily handicapped while also in the most toxic relationship of my life did I really start to fucking hate myself. For multiple months I couldn't walk, and not only was I physically handicapped but the trauma I was experiencing at that time of my life had left me mentally handicapped as well I simply didn't want to be alive and exist in this body or any body I just didn't want to exist. I had a foot I could hop on but I couldn't carry all my weight on that foot because of my previous issues with my health, (I had already been struggling with a chronic illness that effected my muscles) and i didn't have the strength in my arms for the crutches so I succumbed to my injuries, resulting in weight gain, eventually hip and back issues etc. Then, when my leg healed, the access weight made me feel like I couldn't walk without pain. I was having issues with my health unrelated to my weight since 2020 but I was homeless up until last year and it was also covid so I had no way to really see a doctor and also I was like 18-19 and had no fucking idea how any of that worked and am still figuring out how it works to this DAY. I actually just got my insurance card for the first time this year. YIPPE YIPPE EVERYBODY CLAP. These issues with my health effected my muscles and my bodies ability to absorb the nutrients from the food I ate so this injury was kind of like the icing on top of the cake because my chronic illness made the recovery almost in possible. I would cry a lot, stopped taking pictures of myself, and everything. But even then I knew I didn't really have any interest in being thin I actually really fuck with my warm fluffy voluptuous form, I just didn't want to be unhealthy.

I still haven't fully unpacked the shame I felt around being unhealthy, I was so ashamed despite me trying my best with what I had, and what I knew, and I also still haven't fully unpacked why I feel like I have to specify as I literally just did a few lines earlier that I was 'trying my best', why do visibly disabled folks only deserve care or sympathy when they're actively trying to fit into a world that isn't set up to support or aid them when it very well could be? The intersectional oppression of ableism and fat phobia is still something i'm actively developing my thoughts about.

A thought ive been thinking about a lot is how obesity is a health condition and it can be detrimental to some folks and that saying that it isn't is a reactionary trauma response to fat phobia BUT also a lot of things can be detrimental and the level of detriment different things give you differentiates based on the person. Some people are bigger than me and healthier. Some people are smaller than me and UNhealthier. The detriment fatness has on your health as all things doesn't exist on the linear scale we have created for it. SO although obesity is a disease and proposing that fat doesn't correlate with health in an important way is harmful it is also harmful and plain weird to hyper fixate on obesity. Im also thinking about how obesity is treated this way because it's one of the most visible health issues and how that bleeds into ableism. I'm still working on these thoughts i'm having and how to explain and dissect them in a proper digestible and understandable way. So I think this where I leave you to think on your own about this, what do you think? Please feel free to comment below!

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notskinnyenoughforestnymph · 6 months ago

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Looking for a friend to restrict with <3

Unnecessary Story time!

So, I used to be small a couple years ago... actually no it was like last ish year. December of 2023 I dropped so much because my eldest sister was getting married. I'm 5'8 and was around 125-130 pounds at the time. After that I started college and I thought "oh... maybe I recovered... I stopped sh-ing and everything. I broke up with my toxic ex and met this super nice amazing guy. I love him a lot if you can tell. But he has a thing for chubby girls.. so he fed me all the food I never got to eat and made me feel loved regardless... so obviously I gained a bit...not just a bit... I was around 160 when I first started my journey and I dropped to 125 in around a month and a half... and I kept it off for like I want to say 4-5 years. A month ago, I met an old friend from when I first lost weight and I reminded me of how I felt back then... I felt hot. Now... I feel loved but not hot. After that I couldn't stop feeling like a cow, I realized that all the clothes I loved didn't fit anymore and that I wasn't small anymore. I weighed myself and the scale flew to 177.

Something in me snapped, I didn't know what to do I felt like shit but I couldn't not eat. Me and my boyfriend live together and he's like a huge gym/fitness freak. He goes to lift like everyday for 3 hours and I join him. I started eating less and working out more... he didn't seem to mind at first but then he started asking questions.

But before I could find answers for them, I was saved. It is summer break and his parents asked him to come back home ( he's an international student). I also came back home to my parents. But when I got home it wasn't a great greeting. My parents immediately let me know that I got fat. "You were so skinny before when u went to college what happened? Don't people lose weight when they go to college? Your pants look so tight."

That was all the motivation I needed. I have been on and off fasts and if I do eat its only around 500cal a day. I work out as much as I can.

This morning my weight was 163. I glad I dropped but not happy yet. I hope I can get through this. It's a bit hard since my boyfriend calls and wants to eat with me... I told him I feel ugly and I want to diet. He wasn't happy at first he didn't want me to get too skinny but he came around and is a bit supportive now. He doesn't know I'm fasting tho.

I have a internship that needs me to use the computer a lot and it's been giving me a headache. Especially with the fast. Last time I did this it was like 6 years ago. Im a bit older now, I don't know if its gonna work the same but I'm trying.

I love watching those tw ed videos on youtube they really help get me through my thoughts.

Thanks for going through that if you did. I want to document my journey this time. Cuz last time... i was all alone and meanspo hit hard. ( I was bullied a lot for being chubby when I was little till like highschool ).

Meanspo isn't hitting this time other than the fact that I hate myself lol.

if there are any older ppl (20 - 24) here I'd love to find a friend to restrict with.

Looking forward to being hot again<3

#proana.

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menelaiad · 1 year ago

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Agamemnon is explicitly stated to be hot/muscular. It's in the source material. Books 2 and 3 in particular. I highly doubt being compared to the Gods meant being "chubby" or super old. The ancient text obviously wouldn't say "ripped" because that wasn't in their vocabulary. But they refer to him as everything else that such a body would imply.

And Achilles was saying things in anger in Book 1. Everyone forgets how in Book 23, Achilles pretty much retracts everything he said and claims Agamemnon is the best natural warrior which he was.

tldr; im a petty bitch

y'all are SO PRESSED ON THIS LMAOOO I'M CRYING

'ripped' isn't in their vocabulary?? but 'hot' and 'muscular' are? really?

AGAIN about your last point, cause people who are so pressed about this just keep ignoring it: YOU CAN BE A WARRIOR. AND NOT BE CONVENTIONALLY 'RIPPED'. NOTHING ABOUT A HUMAN BEING - A HUMAN MAN HAVING A SLIGHT TUMMY WILL STOP HIM BEING ABLE TO RUN, FIGHT, KILL PEOPLE AND BE A WARRIOR. YOUR WEIGHT IS NOT AN AUTOMATIC INDICATOR OF YOUR FITNESS LEVEL/ABILITIES.

that's y'alls prejudice about larger people coming through. this stupid belief that the ancient world represented 'the peak masculine alpha ideal' no????? this whole 'if man strong and can stab and have sex with woman then man must be muscley and ripped cause that make man sexy' like shut up.

it's baffling to me that you're all so heated on this. the mere thought of a human man having a tummy is sending you all west. you can't cope. a human man who consumed copious amounts of alcohol (because ancient greeks just did???) and probably had a very rich diet. having tummy??? NO. ILLEGAL.

im sorry but im cracking up over here. i couldnt care less whether people think aga has a 16-pack, that he's skinny as a twig, that he's fat, that he's not, that he's somewhere in between - idc. but your adamancy against 'slight tummy' aga. is just ..... fatphobic. and i never thought i'd type that word out being a fucking classics blog lmaooo.

i have shared so many DUMB opinions on this blog. from menelaus' teeth to odyssues' hairy feet and yet the thing that gets the most reaction from people - is agamemnon's weight.

that's what's pissing me off. everything else? whatever have your own opinion, you weird menelaus girl. but the sECOND i say why i think i character might be a lil chubby OOF ouTRAGE. IM A FOOL.

also your point is just so incredible. my issue isn't with you thinking aga was a ripped sex god crafted by aphrodite herself. it's your use of the word 'explicitly' cause aga's size (in regards to his weight) is NEVER explicitly stated ANYWHERE. so we're both just having our own opinions. but mine has got you so pressed????

i own a couple translations of the iliad. lets look at some. and see the descriptions of aga, shall we? cause i know exactly which sections you mean in book 2 and 3. contrary to your apparent belief, i have read the iliad.

we'll do book 2 first to make it all easier to follow:

PETER GREEN

“among them the lord Agamemnōn, in eyes and head like Zeus who delights in the thunderbolt, like Arēs in girth, and with the chest of Poseidōn. As one steer in a herd of cattle stands out, far above them all— the bull, distinguished among the cows assembled round it— such a one on that day Zeus rendered Atreus’s son, preeminent among many, of heroes the foremost.”

... again. nothing really? girthy??? eyes like zeus (nice)??? tall??? nothing about weight here babes.

CAROLINE ALEXANDER

there to go into combat, and with them was lord Agamemnon— his eyes and head like Zeus who hurls the thunderbolt, his girth like Ares, his chest like Poseidon’s. As when an ox stands out from all others in the herd, a bull who is preeminent among the gathered cattle, so did Zeus on that day render the son of Atreus conspicuous amid the multitude, outstanding among warriors.

pretty much the same?? gets called an 'ox' here though. ooooh

ROBERT FAGLES.

and there in the midst strode powerful Agamemnon, eyes and head like Zeus who loves the lightning, great in the girth like Ares, god of battles, broad through the chest like sea Lord Poseidon. Like a bull rising head and shoulders over the herds, a royal bull rearing over his flocks of driven cattle — so imposing was Atreus' son, so Zeus made him that day, towering over fighters, looming over armies.

just more girth stuff. that can mean his shoulders?? his chest?? his ass? bro we don't know. was aga just THICC. his cheeks always alerting the trojans???

ROBERT FITZGERALD.

Agamemnon's lordly mien was like the mien of Zeus whose joy is lightning; oalken-waisted as Ares, god of war, he seemed, and deep-chested as Lord Poseidon, and as a great bull in his majesty towers supreme amid a grazing herd, so on that dav Zeus made the son of Atreus tower over his host, supreme among them.

i like this one tbf. this one has got more meat on it. 'oaken waisted'. nice nice. again. i don't see oak trees are particullarly 'narrow' but hey. interpretation is what makes this field so great.

RICHARD LATTIMORE

“powerful Agamemnon, with eyes and head like Zeus who delights in thunder, like Ares for girth, and with the chest of Poseidon; like some ox of the herd pre-eminent among the others, a bull, who stands conspicuous in the huddling cattle; such was the son of Atreus as Zeus made him that day, conspicuous among men, and foremost among the fighters.”

STANLEY LOMBARDO

To enter battle, and Lord Agamemnon Moved among them like Zeus himself, The look in his eyes, the carriage of his head, With a torso like Ares', or like Poseidon's. Picture a bull that stands out from the herd Head and horns above the milling cattle— Zeus on that day made the son of Atreus A man who stood out from the crowd of heroes.

SEE this one we're not even talking about his LITERAL appearance but how he's holding himself. how he acts. his CONFIDENCE. cool take, stan. i like it.

STEPHEN MITCHELL

“and among them was Agamemnon, his splendid eyes and head like almighty Zeus’s, his thighs like the thighs of Ares, his chest like Poseidon’s. As a bull stands out in a herd above all the others, sovereign among the cows as they graze in a field: just so, on that day, did Lord Zeus make Agamemnon supreme over all the warriors massed before Troy.”

LOVE the thigh mention Mitchell. nice nice.

'The ancient text obviously wouldn't say "ripped" because that wasn't in their vocabulary. But they refer to him as everything else that such a body would imply.'

bro all i'm getting is the word 'girthy'?? if you want me to be a bitch about it, that's not a word i'd put with someone who is 'ripped'. if anything, they're implying he got junk in his trunk. i truly hand on heart. cannot see anything in the book 2 translations that imply or indicate to me that he does not have a tummy. that he is rocking a six pack. WHICH IS FINE. we can play with it and form our own opinions. but you're THIS IMPLIES .... is wrong??? it doesn't imply anything dude????

all we can infer from any of the book two stuff is that he's a man who is larger than the other men around him - literally? metaphorically? we dont know. (which is all horseshit anyway cause priam later goes on to say he's a short arse which is helpful). and that he shares qualities with the gods. again, literally? metaphorically? bit of both? we. don't. know.

TIME FOR BOOK 3. the priam and helen thirst.

PETER GREEN

“and to put a name for me to that huge warrior down there, that Achaian leader, of such stature and so strong: others there may be taller still by a head, and yet so fine a man have I never set eyes on, nor one so majestic in bearing—he looks to be of royal blood.” helen later calls him a 'strong spearman'

CAROLINE ALEXANDER

tell me the name of this gigantic man, who is this Achaean man, good and great? To be sure there are other men even greater in height, but I have never beheld with my eyes a man so handsome, nor so majestic; for he seems a kingly man. helen later calls him a 'powerful spear-warrior'

ROBERT FAGLES

“ tell me the name of that tremendous fighter. Look, who's that Achaean there, so stark and grand? Many others afield are much taller, true, but I have never yet set eyes on one so regal, so majestic . . . That man must be a king!” helen later calls him a 'strong spearman'

ROBERT FITZGERALD

Come, tell me who the big man is out there, who is that powerful figure? Other men are taller, but I never saw a soldier clean-cut as he, as royal in his bearing: he seems a kingly man. helen later calls his a 'formidable warrior'

RICHARD LATTIMORE

“You could tell me the name of this man who is so tremendous; who is this Achaian man of power and stature? Though in truth there are others taller by a head than he is, yet these eyes have never yet looked on a man so splendid nor so lordly as this: such a man might well be royal.” helen later calls him a 'strong spearfighter'

STANLEY LOMBARDO

Now tell me, who is that enormous man Towering over the Greek troops, handsome, Well-built? I've never laid eyes on such A fine figure of a man. He looks like a king. helen later calls him a 'strong warrior'

STEPHEN MITCHELL

“Tell me now, what is the name of that splendid man who is standing down there, so powerful and so tall. To be sure, there are other men who are even taller, but never before have I seen a man so majestic, so splendid in form and bearing. He must be a king.” helen later calls him a 'mighty soldier'

again. in all of these - nothing. all that's consistent is that he's not the tallest man at troy. which means ..... very little ASDFGHJK. there is Nothing concrete here. nothing that points us more one way than it does the other.

ultimately, dude, what we've got is.... nothing. nothing concrete. nothing definitive. i can't say you're wrong and you can't say i'm wrong.

i saw the phrase 'wine sack' and interpreted it my way and you saw it and interpreted it differently. but books 2 and 3 certainly don't back either of us up more definitively.

and in regards to his age. same thing. you can't say i'm wrong and i can't say you're wrong. but i've explained my reasonings for aga's age using sources HERE

idk man. if you're looking for an EXPLICITLY YOUNG CHISELED ABS LEGEND MALE CHARACTER. look elsewhere.

#yes this is the pettiest and the bitchiest thing i've ever done #and i completely respect if y'all can't stand me afterwards #but it's not lost on me that the .... 'fat headcanon' so it were is the one that gets people mad #ask yourself - why?#i literally just wanted to show that there is nothing definitive in the 'source material'#cause there's not. homer had bigger things to deal with in the iliad. fair enough lad #also random fact: i did a search for 'muscle' in all texts cause i was curious #and it's 99% of the time talking about thighs.#i like your style homer #long post under the cut. no im serious

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review-anon · 7 days ago

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Maybe you girls wouldn have won if y'all had called Kizuna to cheer for your team 🙄

Yeah...can someone explain to me what in the ever loving Void that was all about.

Oh Kizuna....Basically we had a basketball match with the boys and we ended up losing.

Mainly because someone decided to push and shove as many as possible which resulted on us losing due to not playing by the rules.

I-I'm sorry, I got a bit carried away that's all.

I wasn't the only one making fouls on our team!

Hey at least I wanted to have a fight with the Old Man and Smoothies were on the line! You attacked people unprompted!

Well maybe it was a good thing we lost you greedy cow because you would have gotten fat if you drank those smoothies.

Oh do you want to say that to my face?!

Eeeepppp I'm sorrrryyyy!

LINUJ that's some of the worst fake crying I've ever seen.

So yeah...that's what I had to put up with.

I would have said something but I'm...I'm not good with words, plus I don't think Arei would listen to a word I say.

So you want her to have some girl-to-girl talk? Well leave that to me Ayame~

I'll make sure she thinks twice before performing like that again.

#danganronpa #dr #laugtherhyena #kana's christmas adventure #super danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #sdr2 #akane owari #danganronpa another #dra #kizuna tomori #ayame hatano #bubble's waifu #i knew you would comment like that carol #here's that kizume content you ordered #at least i think that's the ship name #i don't do ships so i wouldn't know #plus arei needs to face consequences for being a bitch in that game

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cottoncandysecretlair · 6 months ago

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I remember when I was a kid, this is around when I was 8-10 years old, my parents would ban me from eating the things I liked because they thought that would make me eat less, and ultimately make me skinny.

But that kept backfiring. I was a kid that, with a few exceptions, just really liked food. Green veggies weren't an issue, asparagus and green beans were outright treats for me. I adored fruit and would reach for it before candy and sweets.

So like, they just kept paring down my "permitted" meals to be less and less appealing. "You can't have bread on your sandwiches anymore, use these healthy wraps with veggies" and I would fall in love with the spinach and sundried tomato flavored wraps.

"No mayo or mustard, you can use oil and vinegar" and I proceeded to do that happily because I liked the sour taste of vinegar.

"You can only use one thin sliced piece of meat, the rest has to be veggies" and I had no problem making my wrap essentially a salad wrap with a little vinegar and the meat permitted to me.

"No more meat. No more oil and vinegar. You can only put beansprouts and a spoon of hummus in your wraps." I think they were sure I would hate hummus, but I actually ended up loving it. I wasn't huge on the beansprouts, but I still had hummus and the wrap I liked, and I didn't dislike them any more than cabbage.

After that didn't work, they made the size of wrap I was allowed to bring smaller and smaller and smaller. I remember looking at other kids during lunch, with my quarter of a beansprout wrap and little bottle of water, while my peers ate full lunches. I wasn't allowed to bring a piece of fruit, too much sugar.

Just the way it weighs on you sitting there, eating barely anything, knowing I wouldn't get a snack after school like my peers did, that this is all I had to eat til dinner, when my parents would serve me a plate that matches the amount of food I gave preschoolers for lunch when I worked with kids... And being able to see that I'm the fat kid, I'm bigger than anyone else here... But I'm also the kid that had never had a little Debbie cake, that never had snacks, never allowed to drink anything but water. And I felt like my parents must be right. I mean, I was always hungry! Clearly that means I was a fat pig and this was for my own good!

It wasn't long after that they told me that eating lunch at all was bad for me, that I'm already too big so I should just skip it.

I couldn't get away from how different I was from everyone else. I remember getting to hang out at a friend's house and the ordered food, and they asked my (8 y/o) friend what they'd like to get from the restaurant. That was shocking enough, but then they asked *me.* My father didn't start allowing me to pick my own meals til I was 16 years old, and even then if I didn't pick something he approved of he would still pick for me anyway.

They never took me to the doctor over this. To find out why I was the fat kid despite obediently under eating. They waited until I was 14 and started yelling at me to get it checked out. They would never tell me insurance info so I could find someone to go to though. I was clearly "adult enough" by then so I guess I was supposed to just know what to do and who to call by then.

I guess that's a lie, that I obediently underate. I did but mostly because that's the only option I had. I felt like it was my fault I hadn't made any progress? Why? Because when the church they sent me to had a pizza party, I ate so much so fast that I vomited. And then I went back out to eat more because these chances were rare. I didn't know that this was normal behavior for a kid being treated like I was, once again I thought it justified my parents, that I was a fat uncontrollable cow unless they intervened.

Every time I was in an environment where I was offered food, I overate to the point of making myself sick. Of course, no one worried or thought it was weird. I mean. I was the fat kid right? Of course I had no self control.

If I'm honest, I believed them totally and completely until an experience I had when I was 15. I got into a free academic summer program where I got to stay on a local college campus during the summer with other kids my age.

The meals were all buffet style, all you can eat, and I wouldn't even see my parents for weeks. On top of that, it was very active with a lot of walking, so I'd be using more energy too.

So I ate a lot. I made myself sick the first night, like I usually do. But despite that, there was just as much breakfast the next morning. And just as much lunch. And just as much dinner.

I still had to fight off my shame. Even when I calmed down and stopped making myself sick, and ate only til I was full, it was double if not 3x what my parents would permit me to eat. I felt disgusting every meal, but that primal part of my brain that knew it wouldn't last still pushed me to eat my fill.

At the end of that summer, for the first time in my life, despite being left fully to my own devices with no guidance on my eating habits, I'd lost weight.

And that's when it dawned on me. Years and years of feeling constantly hungry. Constantly exhausted. Using the energy I had to get good grades at school then crashing afterwards. Wondering why I never felt good. And then all of that going away within a week of being away from them and eating what I wanted.

That started to open my eyes to the fact that they'd been wrong. That what they'd been telling me to do wasn't good for my body.

It feels terrible to say, but after that I started stealing money from my father. He kept a lot of cash on him, would just have 800 bucks in his pocket. So I'd slip a 10 or 20 here and there. I'd skip class and walk down to the dollar store, stock up on shelf stable foods, then hide them in my room at home.

I'm not pretending that saltines, peanut butter, and canned ravioli were good things to be so prominent in my diet, but I did feel so much better once I started doing that.

It's silly to make this post. I saw something on twitter where people were being weird about kids asking for food, and I kinda went on a journey.

I've never really met anyone who's upbringing around food was like mine. That's a good thing, it's an awful thing to do to a kid.

But it does feel very lonely.

#Fatphobia #Trauma #Child abuse #Vent #Eating disorder

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