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Series Summary: Count Styles lives on an island you’ll not find on any map. He’s lived in relative solitude for ages and is happy to have the rare occasional guest who accidentally runs into his small slice of the world, though they may not be as thrilled by his intentions once they find out what he is.
When Y/n's weather vessel crashes into his island one stormy night he greets her and offers her shelter in his castle while she waits for someone to help repair her boat. She soon comes to adore the strange and charming man and grows a worrying attachment. But she cannot help herself. No matter how much she learns about the Count and how strange her world has become she cannot seem to pull herself out of the haze of his alluring spell.
Even when her life depends on it.
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Short preview below.
NOTE: this is from part 2 (which has not yet been posted on Patreon)
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Pressing her ear closer to the door she closed her eyes and there was a distinct male voice, a sobbed moan that, after a loud thud, turned into something like a pitiful crying. But then she heard another voice and there was something familiar in the way it cooed and teased almost. She could not make out words but the sentiment was clear. There were two people in that room having sex and one of them was Harry. The other sounded to be a man.
Stepping back from the door she realized her mouth was hung open in surprise. Perhaps the Count was into men. Well, he was quite pretty. She could imagine that she supposed. Before she could even turn around the sounds behind the door stopped and the silence that suddenly surrounded her had her heart picking up a beat. Had she made a noise?
She swallowed and turned her head to see her door open down the hallway and wondered if she could make it quickly before anyone knew that she’d been listening in.
But the moment that thought popped into her head the door opened up and there was Harry in a long white cotton pijama, the top unbuttoned and nearly draped off his shoulder. She glanced over his frame and back up to his eyes but he was different. His irises were almost black and his mouth was set strangely, like he had swollen gums, “Would you like something, Y/n?”
Shaking her head she stepped back, “No. Sorry. I… heard something… nothing. I’m going back to bed. Sorry!”
She turned to move away but he stopped her, his hand wrapped around her upper arm, making her twist back to face him, “Are you sure don’t want anything?”
She darted her eyes behind him to the room he’d been in and it appeared to be lit by a fireplace. She saw something move across the doorway but couldn’t make out what (or who) it was.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you. That… I was just worried…”
He smiled, his lips covering his teeth as he closed the door behind him and stepped in dangerously close, holding her arm to keep her from inching away. He looked down at the dirtied material tucked under her arm and he grunted softly, “Oh my. What is this?”
Letting go of her arm he plucked the defiled sheets and nightgown from her and dropped the sheet to the floor, his hands crumpling around the white fabric, thumb dragging into the slippery wetness where her arousal had dripped.
She felt herself flush hot with embarrassment as she watched the Count inspect the damage she’d done to her nightgown. It was obvious what it was he was looking at.
“Poor, Y/n,” his dark eyes met hers as he lifted his thumb to his mouth and ran the pad of his digit against his tongue, eyes fluttering closed when he swallowed.
All of the breath in her lungs was caught and now the flush of heat was forming in her tummy as she watched him enjoy the taste. Her taste.
His jaw clenched as he opened his eyes and looked down at her, dark irises raking over her frame and then back up to her face, a deep exhale escaping his chest, “We’re all carnal beings, Y/n. There’s no shame in the body’s natural reaction to an arousing dream. All you have to do is call for me next time and I’ll make the emptiness go away. I’ll do whatever you ask.”
She couldn’t blink or look away from him. She was trapped by his haunting gaze as he drew a finger from her jaw up to her temple and then back down until he’d gently scraped his nail over her pulse point, pressing in just enough to make a small indent bite into her flesh, before lifting and pushing his nail in crosswise against the same spot.
“X marks the spot. Doesn’t it, Y/n?”
She gulped, “What’s that mean?”
Harry lowered his face close to hers. He was so close she could feel his breath on her cheek, “If you ask politely,” he wrapped his hand around the side of her neck, thumb dragging against her jaw, “I’ll show you what it means.”
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#big reveals in this one#and cannot wait for another time for that story👀#that’s okay you might remember this… I was😮#i don’t think Harry’s gonna like Aldo if they cross paths 🫣🤭#new characters and what did Silas get up to…or who#she went right to business I help you you help me 🤝#but will he keep his promise ??!!??!#my little 💧#you can tell he’s feeling deeply for her and wants her to want him backkkkkkk ahhhhhhh#okay and what’s the tea with Genevieve I gotta know#every time I start a new part I am so locked in#it’s so immersive I feel like I’m there watching it all go down#and so much happens in each part that I wouldn’t even think to happen which makes it so fun and exciting#so excited to see what happens next#highly highly recommend#harry styles fic rec#fic rec#harry styles smut#vampire!harry#the count#so good so good#love love love#guru always delivers
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K, darling!! I'm sending you this one, because you sent me a gif, too ❤️❤️.
Probably Tommy is struggling with something, too. Feel you, Tom 🤝.
Thanks for sending this my way, Flor!! I truly feel Tommy here…this have been my exact reaction when thinking about writing/wanting to write these past few weeks - it’s gotten a bit better since you’ve sent this, but I still can’t help but struggle slightly from hour to hour. Since you went lighthearted on the gif I sent you, I figured I’d do the same here. I…really don’t know what came of it - like I said, writing has been hour to hour for me. But I hope you’ll maybe get a laugh from it. ☺️. Enjoy! :)
PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!
A Much Welcomed Distraction
Tommy Shelby x Reader
Warnings: language, smoking
Summary: (Y/N) tries to get Tommy’s mind off of the work he’s been struggling with. Tommy, for once, accepts the distraction, until he realizes that maybe he will have to finish his work first.
No matter what he did, the words wouldn’t come out right. He’d been trying to figure out how to address the receiver of this letter for at least an hour now. Who would have thought that it’d be hard to write to the fucking Prime Minister of England? Tommy certainly didn’t upon initially thinking of the idea. Now here he was, stuck after a paragraph as he wondered if his word choice would be correct enough to get Winston Churchill to actually want to finish reading it.
He was so invested in his writing - or his attempt to do so - that he didn’t even hear the door opening. It wasn’t until he heard the voice of his wife that he looked up: “Lizzie told me you’d be in here.”
Tommy only nodded, just barely glancing up at her before focusing on the paper again. He didn’t miss the sound of her footsteps approaching the desk though.
“What’re you working on?” she asked him, coming to his side and leaning against the desk to take a look at the paper in front of him.
“A much needed letter,” he answered, exhaling a bit of a sigh as he slouched back against his chair. He could feel her lean in closer, perhaps to take a better look at the letter.
“Dear Mr. Churchill…” she started off, reading in a formal tone. There was a bit of a pause before the sound of her heels turning on the hardwood was heard, “you’re writing to the bloody Prime Minister, Tommy?” she asked, a bit of surprise laced into her words.
“I am, yes,” he answered her with a nod, glancing up at her before continuing, “expect there hasn’t been much writing happening,” he ended his statement with a sigh, bringing his left hand up to run across his face before he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Well I can see why…it isn’t every day you write a letter to a man of that standing,” (Y/N) commented, her words making Tommy exhale a snort; one that she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at, “it’s an extraordinary feat, Tommy…I certainly wouldn’t know what to say,” she defended herself.
“It needs to get written,” he mumbled, reaching out to grab the half spent cigarette from the ashtray so that he could take a deep drag from it, “and it needs to happen before any other order of business comes up,” he concluded, smoke accompanying his words as he uttered them. He finished his stressed statement off with another drag before snuffing the cigarette out in the ashtray. He then sat back again, exhaling another frustrated huff as he did so.
“I see…” (Y/N) trailed off, nodding her head in understanding. She had an inkling of a thought that this was business related. With every move Tommy made, he had to do the background work to make sure that it was well calculated and would turn out the way he wanted it to. Oftentimes he’d frustrate himself in the process of completing that background work. “It isn’t worth beating yourself up over though, I’m sure. Take a break, maybe?” she suggested. It didn’t come as much of a surprise that his reaction to her suggestion was an incredulous one.
“Hmm,” he hummed at her statement, and (Y/N) couldn’t really discern if it was a hum of agreement, or of disapproval.
“Maybe I can take your mind off of it then?” she offered another suggestion, biting on her lip to stop the grin from forming when his eyes snapped up to her face. “You liked the sound of that, didn’t you?” she questioned, letting her grin show as she sat her hand flat on the desk and leaned her weight against it.
“Love, I need to write this letter,” Tommy stayed steadfast on his priorities. Despite the dismay in his tone, he didn’t exactly disagree with her suggestion.
“Doesn’t seem to be much writin’ going on,” (Y/N) quipped back, her words making him quirk an eyebrow in her direction.
They held each others stares until Tommy exhaled another sigh. After running a hand over his face, he dragged his eyes up to her. “What do you have in mind?” he asked, his words coaxing a grin from his wife.
“I’m happy you asked,” she chirped, moving to sit down on his lap. Tommy welcomed her with open arms, his hands falling onto her hips so that she would be secure. “I was just thinking that maybe I’d give you a kiss…” she paused, her hands falling onto his shoulders before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, “…or two…” she kissed him again. A look of amusement formed on Tommy’s face. “And that maybe those kisses would help some ambition for writing to return,” she concluded, going in for a slightly longer kiss then.
“I thought you were working to distract me from writing, love?” he questioned her intentions when she pulled away.
(Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle at his question. “I wouldn’t exactly say distract…” she paused, lifting her one hand to tap on her chin as a physical show that she was thinking on how to finish her statement, “instead maybe I’m giving you a taste of what’s to come later,” she ended off her statement with a quick, suggestive glance; one that Tommy most certainly didn’t miss.
“A taste?” he asked another question, his eyebrows now raised.
“Yes. Of what’s to come later…after you finish writing your letter,” she added more detail, biting on her lip as she watched to see if he’d catch the stipulation that she’d thrown in there.
“After?” the inflection in his voice showed that he most certainly caught the stipulation.
“Of course,” (Y/N) responded like it was no big deal, “you said it yourself, it needs to get written before any other order of business comes up…” she trailed off then, a smirk full on across her features now.
The way he was clenching his jaw told her that she was grinding all of the right gears inside of him at this moment. It honestly egged her on even more.
“(Y/N)…” he tried, a bit of a warning tone laced into his voice. It didn’t deter (Y/N) from her plan in the slightest though. She leaned in and kissed his lips one last time before managing to free herself from his grasp so that she could stand up.
“I said that I’d get your mind off of it…and I think that I just did. Don’t keep me waiting up, Mr. Shelby,” she sent him an innocent smile as she backed away from his desk. Tommy said nothing as she backed herself all the way over to where the sitting area of his office was. There, she grabbed her coat and put it on. Then she blew him one last kiss before turning and walking to the door without looking back.
Tommy didn’t exhale the sigh he was holding in until the door shut. He then looked back down to the paper sitting on his desk, wracking his brain in hopes that sentences would form. “Dear Mr. Churchill…” he mumbled to himself before he began writing like his hand had been possessed by another being; coming out with words and sentence structures that he couldn’t begin to think of earlier. On second thought…maybe it had been possessed by another being.
Either way, he managed to write the letter in its entirety without taking a break or even looking towards the clock. Considering it a done deal, he left it on the desk for himself to proofread tomorrow. Now he needed to get home to his wife, who had provided a much welcomed distraction and got him back on track.
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Ukraine 15 July 2024
testimonial from a missionary on the ground..
Hello friends.
Just to add some perspective on the lady (Svetlana) who had surgery on her hand. I shared not to dramatise such injury. Actually it is a very minor injury compared to others. The thing is these people have lost everything. Their faith is tested as never before. For a lady like Svetlana to receive help from fellow Believers in another country who have never met her is hugely encouraging. She sees the Lord is truly with her in her darkest time. She is glad to be alive but has to start over with just a couple of bags that she could take with.
As you will see in the video of evacuations some people know the day before or even earlier so they can decide what to take with. For some it is even narrowed down to a couple of hours notice. Some have family members that will remain and look after their homes. Others just leave everything as is. Some will never see their homes again.
What does one choose to take with if all one could take is two bags or suitcases? Many elderly folk don't have family members to receive them so it it a step into the unknown.
For those that stay it is a life of day by day survival and misery under occupation. Nothing will get repaired, electricity and water will not be returned in most places. I have been in villages and towns that were taken back by Ukrainian Army. I have met and spoken to locals that stayed under occupation. Their cars were stolen and shops and business premises were looted. Some were kicked out of their homes and had to live in basements, and other places in the middle of winter with no heating and toilet facilities. I went with one brother to his parents home to see what could be salvaged. The Russian soldiers who stayed in the home looted and what they could not take with they trashed and smashed before leaving
We had a similar but not so dramatic experience living under occupation in Crimea. Yes there was no fighting but still quite scary. We could not draw money to live as VISA card stopped working. Currency was changed over night and anyone who did not take Russian passport were denied medical treatment. Even for me as a foreigner. I visited a clinic and was told I could not see a doctor without a Russian passport. They changed the mobile networks and nobody could buy a new SIM card without Russian passports. Things changed literally sometimes by the hour. I could say more. Fortunately we managed to sell our apartment and we were paid in USD, which is a miracle and another story.
We left just with our car (a huge blessing) and a boot load of clothes, etc.
All we had was an address in a city near Dnipro of a church hostel and a promise of an apartment that was empty, belonging to a church member. We left our home to the new owner. Everything was new. It was our dream apartment. The new owner walked into the apartment not having to buy anything. Fridge, washing machine, beds, cupboards, everything right down to cutlery items in the kitchen and bed linen. We got much less than it was all worth. I am not trying to play the victim here but just trying to explain what these poor people face. The Lord looked after us wonderfully and still does so we are not victims but victorious in the Lord. The Lord has been so very good to us but there were times when things piled on top of us. It is thanks to precious friends who prayed, encouraged and supported us all these years, right up to today and continue to do so that we can continue to serve the Lord. We thank God for each person, church and organisation who have walked this journey with us over the years and still do.
May we always be to the Svetlana's of this world that others were and still are to us!!
🙏👍🤝👏
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do you have any hcs for barnacles and dashi ? I'm rewatching it and many episodes start with the two of them in the main area , oftentimes there's a third person involved but it's always the two of them so they must spend alot of time around each other :O 10 / 10 bonding
Had to think hard about this since Dashi's role in the main series is so small—but you're actually so right 👀 10/10 buddies 👍
You'll get my headcanons I promise but first you gotta listen to me infodump, okay? Deal:
I personally headcanon that Dashi was one of the first Octonauts, she hasn't been around a super long time- but at least long enough that she was probably around for the first Octopod, and that would give her and Barnacles (and the other OGs) plenty of time to get close.
We know Inkling canonically founded the Octonauts, but I imagine that it was actually Barnacles who picked out the crew—over various fateful encounters (Kwazii, Peso), or already knowing them (Tweak)—with the two exceptions of Dashi and Shellington.
Shellington heard about them through the kelp vine by pure chance, and got himself a job via determination. Then, at some point—he recommended Dashi to Barnacles or Inkling, and got her a position as an intern. (He knew her through her photography; she took pictures for him once or something like that.)
I also headcanon they weren't called The Octonauts yet at that point. I headcanon that Dashi came up with the "Octonauts" name during her first few days, and they kept it. (Coincidentally, the first Octopod crashed during those first few days. T'was completely unrelated, I promise 😅)
Fast forward: I've been thinking about Dashi in AnB a lot lately, and the one question that keeps coming up is: "Why did Barnacles make her the Captain of the Octoray?"
They haven't addressed it in the show yet, and it felt a little bit like the writers just wanted her to Do Something, y'know? So I went back to rewatch some of her main series episodes, and this scene from The Surfing Snails stuck out:
This scene shows how much he trusts her. He trusts her to make the right calls, and to be careful. He shows this trust in her again in the Wild Windstorms:
"...I'm ready for this!"
"I know you are, Dashi."
I REALLY wish they had spent more time giving her some kind of arc, showing this trust being built. She absolutely deserved an arc like Peso's, where we could've seen her growth and her bond with Barnacles getting stronger. It would've made the Octoray thing make much more sense, and I would've loved to actually SEE her evolution from "getting stuck in a whale shark" to "inventing stuff with Tweak" to the level of respect that Barnacles clearly has for her in S4 and Beyond, but instead it feels like all that stuff happened off-screen.
I also wanna point out real quick; that Dashi is one of the select few characters to ever call Barnacles by his first name only. This is something that the writers frequently use to emphasize closeness between Barnacles and someone else (Kwazii, Natquik, etc), and Dashi has done it twice. I'll admit I thought it was an error the first time, but then I caught her doing it again in Sac Actun. SO CLEARLY THEY ARE CLOSE. YES? WE AGREE. YES.
ok I'm done. pleasure doing business with you 🤝
*slams hands down on table* MISC. HEADCANON TIME ‼️ (which technically, could all totally be canon until the writers finally decide to give us real information ✨)
She has 100% read ALL of his books and journals, at least twice. Sometimes he gives them to her so she can beta read them, and she's also helped edit a few.
She has written her own journals, mostly in the form of scrapbooks, that she shares with him too. He has a first edition signed copy of one of them.
She made friendship bracelets for everyone on the ship after the Octopod was rebuilt, and he keeps his on his desk. It's still in mint condition.
I feel like at least ONE of the cameras in her collection was a gift from him.
She is trained on how to steer the Octopod manually. Considering the only two on board at the time who knew how to do it were Barnacles and Tweak—her showing slight interest was the only convincing he needed to teach her.
Sadly, she's never needed to use this skill. Yet.
She learned how to play harmonica when he decided to learn accordion, so they could duet together, but she got the hang of it much faster than he did.
They work out together sometimes. She's much stronger than she looks—and has won an arm wrestling match against him at LEAST once. She's also beat him in a foot race; it was almost a very close tie, and she needed to lay down for an hour after—but she did it. He will never live either of these down.
They definitely gossip in HQ sometimes, when it's just the two of them.
#*very long dramatic exhale* i have so many thoughts about dashi. anyway-#octonauts#dashi octonauts#captain barnacles#please excuse the slightly off captions in the surfing snail images - they came like that in the clip and i didn't feel like redoing them#also i forget what episode had dashi calling barnacles his first name for the first time 😭 that's why i didn't specify-#but i DO vividly remember it so i didn't imagine it i promise hgdjfk <3#it was in like s1 or 2 (p sure 1) and she was in the octopod trying to get a hold of him in the gup-a like ''dashi to barnacles?'' etc etc#but anyway: PLEASE anb give us a barnacles and dashi episode!! show us their friendship 🙏🙏 i beg#also this post is Not Ship. i mean idk what anon's intentions were- but as far as i go this is Not Ship 👍❌ ty <3#dashi beat barnacles in an arm wrestling match back in her early days when she still had Strong Cave Diving Arms™#but the foot race was more recent. all the octonauts have strong legs from all the swimming they do but dashi's also a SURFER so 👀#i feel like these tags end abruptly but idk what else to say so 🤲🤲 you've reached the end of the post‚ have a nice day 👋👋#the end#le fin#<3
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friends break up 🫂🧍💔🧍 friends get married 🫂👰♀️💍🤵♂️ strangers get born 🤷♀️👩🍼👶 strangers get buried 🤷♀️⚰️🪦 trends change 📈📉 rumors FLY 🗣️🤚🫢 through new SKIES 🌅🌄 but I’M 🙋♀️ right where you LEFT me🚶🏼🧍♀️ matches BURN afTER the OTher 🧨🔥 pages turn and stICK to EAch-oTher 📄👉👅📑🤏 waGes EArned 💪😮💨💰🤑 and lEssOns LeArned 👩🎓🤚🎓💸 bUuUut I’M 🙋♀️ right where you LEFT me 🚶🏼🧍♀️HELP! ✋😩🤚 I’m. stILL AT The restaurANT 👩🍳 still. siTTINg in A CorNer I haUNT! 🪑🍽️🧎♀️👻 cross-leGGed in thE DIm LIght 🤞🦵🧎♀️🌃(they say, “what a sad sight 😕”) IiIiiIiiIii I! swear. you could hear a HAIRpin DROP 🎀🤏🫳🎀🤐 right. when I felt the MOment STOP! ✋🤐🤚 glass. shATTereD ON The wHite CLoth 🍷💥🫗😱 (everybody MOVED on 🚶♀️🚶♂️🚶🏼🧎♀️) IiiIiiIiiIi I! Stayed! THERE! 🪑🍽️🧎♀️dUst ColLectEd on my pinned! up! HAIR! 🦠👱♀️ they expECted Me 🚶♀️🚶♂️🚶🏼 to find! some-where! 🗺️🤔💡some perspECtive but I sat! and! stared! 🪑🍽️🧎♀️👁️👄👁️ right where…you LeEeEeeFt me!! 🚶♀️🚶♂️🚶🏼🧎♀️ you left me no! you left me no! you LEFT me no CHOICE but to stay here forever! 🪑🍽️🧎♀️⏳ you LeEeEeeFt me!! 🚶♀️🚶♂️🚶🏼🧎♀️ you left me no! you left me no! you LEFT me no CHOICE but to stay here forever! 🪑🍽️🧎♀️⏳ did you ever hear 🗣️🤚🤔 about the girl 🙋♀️ who got FROzen? 🥶🪑🍽️🧎♀️(TIME went on for EVERYbody else she won’t know! it! 🚶♀️🚶🏼🚶♂️⌛️ 🪑🍽️🤔) she’s still 23. inside her FANtasy, how it was ‘sposed to bEeEeE 🪑🍽️🧎♀️💭☺️🤝🥰 DID you hear 🗣️🤚🤔 about the girl 🙋♀️ who lives in deLuSion? 🪑🍽️🧎♀️💭🤪 “breakups happen every day! 💔📆 you don’t have to LOSE it 🤨📸🙄👉”🪑🍽️🧎♀️ she’s still 23. inside her FANtasy and you’re…sitting in front of me 🪑🍽️🧎♀️💭🥰🍽️🧎♀️…at the restaurANT 👩🍳 when. I 🙋♀️ was still the ONE you WANT 🥰🤝🥰 cross-leGGed in thE DIm LIght 🤞🦵🧎♀️🌃 (everything was JUST right 😘👌) IiIiiIiiIiIi! I could. feel the maSCARA run! 🏃♀️👁️👄👁️ you. told me that you MET someONE 🗣️🤚😰 glass. shATTereD ON The wHite CLoth 🍷💥🫗😱 (everybody MOVED oOooOon…🚶♀️🚶♂️🚶🏼🧎♀️) HELP! ✋😩🤚 I’m. stILL AT The restaurANT 👩🍳 still. siTTINg in A CorNer I haUNT! 🪑🍽️🧎♀️👻 cross-leGGed in thE DIm LIght 🤞🦵🧎♀️🌃(they say, “what a sad sight 😕”) IiIiiIiiIii I! Stayed! THERE! 🪑🍽️🧎♀️dUst ColLectEd on my pinned! up! HAIR! 🦠👱♀️ I’M sure 🙋♀️👍 that yOu gOt a wife! out! there! 👰♀️ (kids and chrISTmas 👨👩👧👦🎄) but I’m un!a!ware! 😴 ‘cause I’m RIGHT where—I cause no HARM 🙅♀️🪓🤪 mInD mY buSinEss 🧘♀️😮💨🙂 (if our LOVE died YOUNG 💔🪦🐣 I CAN’T bear WITness 🙅♀️😑 and it’s been! so! long! ⌛️🕰️ but, IF you EVER think you got! it! wrong! 🤔💭👎 I’m right where. you LeEeEeeFt me!! 🚶♀️🚶♂️🚶🏼🧎♀️ you left me no! you left me no! you LEFT me no CHOICE but to stay here forever! 🪑🍽️🧎♀️⏳ you LeEeEeeFt me!! 🚶♀️🚶♂️🚶🏼🧎♀️ you left me no! you left me no! you LEFT me no CHOICE but to STAY here forever…🪑🍽️🧎♀️⏳
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i fckng hate second chances with every fiber of my being and every living cell in my body. once its over, its over. if u fckd up IMMEDIATELY ✂️✂️✂️ i hate it when a characters get second chances after fckng it up real bad like NO U DO NOT DESERVE ANOTHER CHANCE AND OTHER MC ALSO DOES NOT DESERVE TO RISK GETTING HURT AGAIN
on the contrary tho, for btl, i do think yn should get another chance? is it another chance? well, wonbin didnt really give her a chance to explain herself, he went ahead of himself and created assumptions. and i know that every one says yn is the problem cus had she not offered the fake dating set up this wouldnt have happened BUT wonbin had no problem agreeing to it so....wouldnt really say yn is the root problem. the root problem is their lack of effective communication skills, emotional management/control and listening skills!!! wonbin im sorry but running away was a stupid af thing to do and i know ur hurt but u literally made assumptions after seeing 2ppl hug. babes ppl can hug platonically, believe me. thats all i have to say. *bows, drops mic and leaves stage*
im sorry for the sudden rant when this discourse was already over like a week ago i could not help it. ive been following u for a while but i am a silent reader and this is my first time sending an ask to anyone here in general. im so nervous. is my english okay? i swear i know proper punctuations but im too lazy to do it rn rip. i just want to say ive never been so invested in an eng au cus i usually read the ones in my native language cus THEM ANGST HIT DIFFERENT BRO anyway, i love ur writing sm <33 makes me wanna start writing again as well if it werent for my busy af shed (graduating student things). cant wait for the next updates ✨️🫶🫶
but the angst material is tew gewd don’t you think? second chances trope is nice and all if done right 🤪 maybe some groveling here and there and viola! perfection
most valid btl theory ive seen 😫 they’re both dumb 🤝 and did mistakes,, (yn made a bigger mistake tho) but point still stands
nah ur sudden rant about the week old discourse is perfectly okay. any rant about btl is 👌 cus im curious on how each person takes in the story and seeing a bunch of different reactions is what keeps me going 😫🤝 AND AGAIN IM HONORED TO BE ONE OF THE FIRST PEOPLE YOU SENT AN ASK TO 🙏 your english is great!!!! thank you so much for reading!! and i hope whatever i put out or something makes u want to go back to writing 🙏 i myself is a graduating student too but i still find the time to insert my hobby which is this because i love it so much and its honestly my stress reliever (contrary to popular belief i write more eloquently when i’m either stressed or having a headache idek why lol maybe it gets my brain juice all worked up)
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At one time I was so bound that no human power could help me. My wife was looking for me to pass away. There was no help. At that time I had just had a faint glimpse of Jesus as the Healer. For six months I had been suffering from appendicitis, occasionally getting temporary relief. I went to the mission of which I was pastor, but I was brought to the floor in awful agony, and they brought me home to my bed. All night I was praying, pleading for deliverance, but none came. My wife was sure it was my home call and sent for a physician. He said that there was no possible chance for me-my body was too weak.
Having had the appendicitis for six months, my whole system was drained, and, because of that, he thought that it was too late for an operation. He left my wife in a state of broken-heartedness.
After he left, there came to our door a young man and an old lady. I knew that she was a woman of real prayer. They came upstairs to my room. This young man jumped on the bed and commanded the evil spirit to come out of me. He shouted, “Come out, you devil; I command you to come out in the name of Jesus!” There was no chance for an argument, or for me to tell him that I would never believe that there was a devil inside of me. The thing had to go in the name of Jesus, and it went, and I was instantly healed.
I arose and dressed and went downstairs. I was still in the plumbing business, and I asked my wife, “Is there any work in?
I am all right now, and I am going to work.��� I found there was a certain job to be done and I picked up my tools and went off to do it. Just after I left, the doctor came in, put his plug hat down in the hall, and walked up to the bedroom. But the invalid was not there. “Where is Mr. Wigglesworth ?” he asked. “Oh, doctor, he’s gone out to work,” said my wife. “Y ou’ll never see him alive again,” said the doctor; “they’ll bring him back a corpse.”
Well, I’m the corpse.
Since that time, in many parts of the world, the Lord has given me the privilege of praying for people with appendicitis; and I have seen a great many people up and dressed within a quarterof an hour from the time I prayed for them. We have a living Christ who is willing to meet people on every line.🤝Smith Wigglesworth
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Now I wanna more about Dani and her lavender marriage.
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Yeah- so lavender moment because of the time- she probably would've gotten married between the wars, in her 20s. There's no universe where Dani would've accepted a housewife role, so the fact that women were more widely being brought into workplaces to make up for numbers would've been great timing. Because rahhh patriotism, she's doing this to help out her country definitely not because she wants to be financially independent
I think her parents would've had the expectations of the time of oh god it's a girl, too bad ig let's ship her off to a husband asap. To which the logical response is finding someone who isn't going to demand a typical wife role- so how do you do that, oh yeah just nab a guy who isn't attracted. Dani definitely wouldn't have been open about her sexuality, because as much as the thing of oh no lesbians don't exist because women could never get their dainty brains around homosexuality so we shan't persecute the women! went on, obviously there was a lot of prejudice and homegirl does not want to get fired from a position she worked her ass off to get to
Because of this, the guy she got with was probably a very quick oh you're fruity come with me 🤝 situation. Probably literally someone in the local community she saw walking around with one of the little gay codes they had back then. Proposes marriage like a business deal to get both their families, as well as the general prejudices against single middleaged people, off their backs
So marriage, Dani swears on the bible that she'll love this guy she met a couple months ago, all good
The issues obviously coming in with the fact she's expected to have children. Trust, she would love to have children (maybe 1 kid max, I don't think she really likes kids all that much), but obviously there's very little way to go about that. The guy she's with doesn't particularly want a kid, because it's economic crisis after economic crisis, and they're both already having to work, imagine another human to feed, you're practically begging for the mines. So basically the kid is a no go , which gets a lot of side glances from people they know
Eventually, it's just a chill working marriage , with both of them going out with people if, god forbid, they get the chance, come home, how's your day been sweetie, great I shagged a guy
But it gets to a point where despite Dani being in this marriage to avoid the "wifely duties", that stuff still ends up happening. And she is no pussy, she points this out to get sorted right away. Immediately to be continuously met with oh it's your job, that's what the woman does bullshit. Even more, because of the expectation to have kids, she has to make up excuses. But what excuses can you really make? Because most of the time the blame would immediately go straight on her no matter the excuse. And she can't risk that because she needs that job, otherwise she's dependant on the guy who suddenly switched his tune with their marriage
And what do people who are in a position where there's basically no other option do? Get sought out by the commission obviously
#Basically she's like#Oi this guy never told me he was a prick#I'm having none of that bye#And (slightly reluctantly) eventually gets assigned to a queer young man who faced some of the same issues#Except this kid weaponised his identity against his parents out of spite which she finds funny#And she's like fuck commission but a kids a kid let's get this guy top surgery and a hero complex#dani talk
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