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this is really random, but I was thinking last night about what foods Robert and Giselle don't like, but the other does (like for ex, one likes pickles, one doesn't, so the other takes it off their plate for them) and it got me curious if there's anything like that with Adam and Belle. and also, do they ever just casually eat off each other's plates or would that drive them crazy?
HEHEHE i love this. and i do feel a tad limited just because i don’t know much about 18th century french royal cuisine, BUT i do know adam and belle, so i’ll just work with what i’ve got >:3
i think they’re both very adventurous eaters! for belle it’s the fact that she grew up on an 18th century peasant diet, so now she’s like WOAGHSOGAH!!!!!! and for adam, it’s like a sensory joy for him !!! he has the opposite extreme of the typical picky eater autistic trait. he loooove trying new flavors and textures. and don’t get me wrong, he DEFINITELY has his favorites, his comfort foods for when he has a rough day 💙 but yeah they both love food, i think it’s one of their favorite parts about traveling the world together :3
that being said, taste-wise, they do still differ. adam is much more a sweet tooth, and belle likes the more bitter/sour/salty things. so they’ll both happily try anything, but the enjoyment for the actual flavor will of course vary lmao. they both don’t handle spicy food incredibly well, because. they’re french. BUT i think they’re better than average, especially belle. her palette just Adapts to crazy/hot flavors, so adam taps out before she does. but her limit still isn’t super high haha.
i do think they share food very much though. like yeah the stealing off the plate thing happens regularly — but only in private !! i think at official dinners, banquets, etc., adam is more stingy about this purely because there’s strict rules and etiquette to follow, and he wants to make a good impression wherever they go.
so i’m sure early on this happens where belle, as she’s become accustomed, tries to sneak something off his plate, and he’s like 😳😬 and she’s like 🙁🤨 and then they just brush it aside until he can explain later in the night. and she’s like oooooooh gotcha. this happens pretty frequently when they’re newly married, as you can imagine, belle’s quite the fish out of water. but she’s a quick learner for all the social etiquettes and such <3
also i CAN see them in their room and adam has a plate of macarons (One Of His Faves) and he’s been like, looking forward to eating them all day, and he gets all comfy in bed, sets the plate down for a sec to set himself up, and then belle tries to snatch the first one and he’s like AY >:0 !! and she’s like what!! we’re alone!! and takes one anyway and he’s like I WANTED THE FIRST ONE!! and she’s already eating it like >:] and he huffs and pulls the plate closer and gets all snuggly and grumpy with his book and she definitely comes back closer and annoyingly kisses his cheek and nestles against him like a cat while he sits there all like >:(
buuuut generally for the most part i think they both often have lil plates of snacks — charcuterie boards🤌, if you will — in their room and they just share it no big deal. and yeah at meals at home, they will trade food or share or what have you. adam only gets fussy about it if belle takes something he Really likes, OR if he’s had a bad/grumpy day and just doesn’t want anyone interacting with him at all ever. (and belle will still [gently] interact, when timing’s right, but she’ll leave the plates alone for the day) (and she’ll def send for a fresh plate of macarons at once !!)
oh as one final thought, i think they both kind of have food as a love language. for belle it’s obviously cooking/baking. so if she HAS the time she absolutely will make things for adam, and he loves that. but equally i think adam really likes to show his love by getting snacks for them when they’re chilling/reading together !!! like even though he’s not the one making it, the act and initiative to go get it Means something To Him. and i don’t think belle picks up on it right away but she eventually does notice that he makes a habit of being like “i’ll go get some food for us” when they’re settling down to hang out. and she finds it incredibly sweet 🥹
also…. gosh i just keep thinking about my fic where he shares macarons with his mama. that’s. yeah. you get it 😭
#funnily enough i just ate some macarons tonight because it was my sister-in-law’s birthday and she also loves them!!!!#fun timing for this ask heheh#anyway food !!! fun topic. i love my adventurous eater adam hc because it’s so counter to The Rest Of Him#mr. can’t even sit on the grass because it might stain his pants!!#so fussy so particular so rigid!!!!#but food is one of the rare things that he likes exploring !!!!!!!!! and i love it#and i think especially once he’s traveling with belle - following his curious girl to the ends of the earth - it really comes out a lot !!#they just try everything together and it’s so fun for them :’)#anyway eeeee thank youuuu :)#batb headcanons#batb 2017#adelle#alex tag#answered
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Oh Boy track by track part 4
Cherry Chapstick (long read sorry)
No disco adaptation of Hamlet would be complete without a disco dance duet, and in this case it's Uncle Arvin (Polonius) and the father who do a Saturday Night Fever style routine tinged with jealousy and contempt.
More than any piece this one made sense to really lean on the disco cliches, and I thought the vibes called for the most hated disco of all: aging white rocker disco. And so Rod Stewart's Do Ya Think I'm Sexy became the key muse. No lie though, Rod Stewart absolutely fucks on this one.
I created a synth-string melody that recalled it or Abba's Man After Midnight, then set about laying down some disco guitars and building an arrangement. It was very difficult and much more fussy than the rest of the album, since essentially I was composing to a rigid set of rules with no particular creative spark.
My friend Emma came by to collaborate since I was hitting a wall and we threw some ideas around. What appealed to us both was to take the basic 'boy meets girl, do they like each other, yes they do' narrative and transpose it onto something a bit gayer.
And so the song became a sort of response to Katy Perry's I Kissed a Girl - in this case it's the firmly Lesbian character who is unsure if the friend she's fooling around with actually wants her or just wants to experiment.
I was really hoping that Emma would sing most of it, both because she's a great singer and because I am observed at all times by a number of insufferable TERFs who would absolutely hate me singing as a lesbian character.
Emma is, however, a complex person with a tendency to disappear for long stretches and unfortunately she did so right after we had drafted the lyrics and recorded some preliminary takes.
From there on the song really defeated me. The key was too high, I must have done a hundred takes in a shaky falsetto before finally rewriting the melody. I found that the more I fussed over the song the more its threads unravelled, and eventually it was such an unwieldly mess of issues that I threw my hands up and admitted defeat. I would put it out, but it wouldn't be polished like I wanted.
Well as it turns out because this song was the last one finished and took forever, Erin was unable to mix it having just had an amazing family milestone, and I ended up getting in touch with another great producer to mix the last tracks, this and Hands.
Mark Plati was the bandleader and guitarist for David Bowie back in 2003 when I saw him perform in Toronto. He produced Earthling, a searing industrial dance record that established the 50 year old Bowie as someone who still had tricks up his sleeves.
He was amazing to work with, but the thing with professionals, especially in that generation, is that they are direct and honest...
And he called out the utter mess that was Cherry Chapstick, absolutely read it like tea leaves. Though my confidence had bottomed out, that lit a fire in me to load up that project and finally kick its ass rather than letting it kick mine. I redid my vocals (some were embarrassingly off to the point I can't believe I sent them to fucking Mark Plati) but I put every ounce of strength I had into my breath, control and phrasing and finally had something to be proud of.
His mix found the pulsing 4/4 backbeat that was buried in my rough mix, and was the finishing touch to turn it into the disco song it very nearly failed to be.
#indie rock#glam rock#disco#disco rock#indie disco#lady charles#nonbinary#genderfluid#nonbinary musicians#spotify#david bowie#Mark Plati#Rod Stewart#Abba#Do Ya Think I'm Sexy#gimme gimme gimme
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ok i'm logging off until tomorrow morning when i receive street track-induced psychic damage but why on earth am i still so jonpilled right now 😭 i do think it's inherently in some trainers' nature to be like Motivated by people's particular challenges and wanting to always come up with new and unique solutions to help them achieve optimal health and performance but i also think it's the reality that some are more rigid in their philosophies & at the professional level seek athletes who can conform to their programs and it really truly krills me that jon so actively adores dealing with lando's fussiness... like he actively wanted to work with him because of how weird and particular he is not in spite of it and willingly participated in his stupid quadrant video to patiently walk niran through modified exercises and he prepares him overnight oats with strawberries formed into a smiley face to have for breakfast because he knows lando doesn't like eating throughout the day and then giddily says Give me a problem mate and i'll find you a solution ❤️ after concocting a dry ice bubble bath for lando like he isn't a 23-year-old professional athlete..... no words
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pls, tell me everything about mordecai, your s/i, and your selfship with him!! I know next to nothing about mordecai so I would love to be enlightened hehe :) (@raylex)
And you shall, you shall *insert evil laugh here*. This got very long and I apologize in advance lol.
Mordecai's background
(keep in mind some of this was changed for the AU);
Mordecai is the son of German Jewish immigrants. He had three sisters, one which died as a baby due to the poor ventilation, two that lived, Esther (older sister) and Rose (younger sister). His father died when Mordecai was too young to remember him. He was particularly close to Rose as, due to poverty and other such struggles, his mother was almost always working and Mordecai was left to look after his sisters. Mordecai entered the work force himself at the young age of thirteen, soon getting swept into a gambling rink for the funds (and his skills with math), where he was physically abused and mistreated. This influence, and his mother being forced to hold back her grief to continue to work is part of what lead to his suppressed personality. Although, Mordecai was always quite asocial and struggled to fit in with those his age.
However, after stealing funds from said rink to help his family, at the age of seventeen, Mordecai was forced to take a get away train away from New York to try to save his own life. Unfortunately, they followed him on the train, and Mordecai thought his life was over. However, that is when he met his mentor, Atlas, who left him a gun to save himself, testing Mordecai's potential. Mordecai survived, and traveled with Atlas for many years, his strange and vivid dreams starting back then. Eventually, as an adult, working for Atlas' Speakeasy, The Lackadaisy, feeling he was simply destined for that illegal life. It was ultimately Atlas, a very hard to read, and savvy opportunist that created Mordecai's current personality of being cold, rigid, and addicted to the ideas of always been sharp/calculated and presentable.
Mordecai Now
Throughout the AU, Mordecai eventually perfects his formal and heartless persona. When he first meets Viktor, there are still hints of the skittish, shy, and paranoid teen Atlas picked up back in New York. Mordecai does not hide the fact he finds Viktor intimidating;
...Viktor did not miss the way Mordecai eyed his hulking form, snout pulling down as Viktor easily towered above him. Mordecai’s ear was twitching about a mile a minute, something Viktor would grow accustomed to... - It's A Short Drive
Viktor also knows Mordecai to be quite "fussy" about his particulars, often calling Mordecai either that or "prissy" in a loving/joking manner. While this is still the case, which can make him come off as goofy or sensitive at times, Mordecai slowly gets better at convincing others there is a good/professional reason for it. This can cause him to be very intimidating, as others mistake him as an individual that would root out all their flaws and harshly criticize them for it.
But, by the time Mordecai officially meets Silver, he comes off as an extremely hard to read and menacing presence, successfully covering most of his empathy and coming off as cool and uncaring in most circumstances.
However, Mordecai's struggles when it comes to socializing with others, along with his continued paranoia and grief, are ultimately what makes his not so perfect persona crack. Because, at his heart, Mordecai is not a bully and, as someone who was probably the target of bullying in the past, never would be. Outside of work, and the unfortunate fate his targets face as Atlas' past, and now the Marigold's, triggerman (though, for the former, it was always for a reason), he never intends to hurt anyone by being distant, he just desires his space. Due to Atlas' mentorship, he grew to see showing his emotions as a weakness and risk he could not afford taking. His tendency to also take things quite literally at times can make him struggle to understand other's intent.
So, he feels quite guilty when others mistaken his to the point responses or general lack of emotiveness as unnecessary meanness or him judging them. In truth, he does not have the energy or the social interest to judge most strangers (unless they're breaking the symmetry he loves so much lol).
Silver's Background
Silver, or "Silvia", is part of the wealthy and upper-class Argenis family. His mother, Olivia, and distant father, Adrian, tried to raise Silver to be the perfect woman (and wife, in extension), planning to marry Silver off to another wealthy family, the Tiacuses, to continue their good relationship with them. Silver's grandmother, however, Gloria, had other plans.
She was the perfect grandmother on the surface, sweet, kind, and unsuspecting, but an intimidating and well known gambler underneath. She taught Silver everything he knows, including his proficiency with daggers and other such tools, how to be two-faced/act innocent in order not to be suspected, and was one of the few people that knew of Silver's true identity, happily calling Silver her grandson. Yet, despite how much she seemed to care about Silver and wanted him to know how to defend himself/be independent, Silver suspects Gloria was only close to him to get back at Olivia, Gloria's daughter, who she deemed to be too focused on social status. Yet, it was Gloria that ultimately taught Olivia to be so cold in the first place, keen to teach Gloria's influence out of Silver.
From the start, Silver's relationship with men was already on the rocks. He suspected for a long time that Gloria was the one that killed his grandfather, due to the two already arguing. Adrian, Olivia's husband, grew to be a rather terrified and distant man due to Gloria's "teasing". Silver was also often bullied by boys his age for being "naive" and "spoiled", due to being known to cry out of embarrassment when he didn't get his way when he was younger.
Silver being married to Valentin, the Tiacus oldest son and a rather manipulative and abusive man, did not help. Silver was with him for two years, before Silver scratching Valentin's face in self defense led to Silver being instituted in an asylum, deemed as mad due to the influence of his grandmother for most of his life.
It was ultimately Atlas that saved Silver, visiting him in the asylum because Valentin' story intrigued him. Atlas could tell Silver was not only the victim, but had quite a bit of spunk to him, and so, offered to free him, taking Silver in almost as if Silver were his own son. When Atlas found Silver in the asylum, he was put in a straight jacket and muzzle, being known by the workers as "misses bitesaton" (First Days ch 2). Mitzi and Atlas helped Silver find the name "Silver", and gave her a room at The Little Daisy, the café just above the Lackadaisy speakeasy, located within the limestone caves of St. Louis.
Silver Now
Silver was often deemed as "tragedy itself" by Atlas, due to his harsh and bitter demeaner. Though he tends to hide this underneath his skittishness and shyness, this is simply an act to try to prevent himself from being harmed. Over the years, this is replaced by a more cold and stern demeaner, attempting to scare away potential threats and conceal his true fear in certain scenarios.
Originally, Silver would speak to no one, and locked himself in his room before being hired by Atlas. Now, he either keeps up his front or is rather quiet around others. When it comes to potential threats, he is sharp and occasionally sarcastic to try not to appear threatened. Having a deep seated fear of men, Silver will immediately go into his territory if any men he does not know attempt to approach him.
However, Silver is a people pleasure at heart, trying not to cause undo distress to innocent others and being quite soft, teasing, and giving to his loved ones. Although, he is still not afraid to put them in their place when they're being stupid or overly egotistical. This is something Atlas often overlooked (but I'll get to that in the next section).
The Relationship
Silver technically met Mordecai sometime after being brought back to the Little Daisy. Shown in the fic Lackadaisy's Ghost, Mordecai accidentally sees Silver while he is out walking at night (the only time he can without usually being spotted). His silver fur shining in the moonlight makes Silver look like a ghost. Mordecai believed Silver to be an intruder, then a part of his strange sleep patterns concerning vivid dreams and sleep walking (which may have supernatural significance), until Atlas informs Mordecai he and Mitzi have a very secluded daughter. Atlas got Silver's permission to do so. However, in his dreams, Mordecai already seemed to have some understanding of who Silver was before this point.
Before Silver was hired and they met officially (though it takes a while for Mordecai to realize who Silver truly is), Mordecai attempted to connect with Silver by placing gifts by his door to no avail. When Silver was hired and they officially met face-to-face, their coworker (and third part of their polycule), Viktor, tricked Mordecai into giving Silver his terrifying smolder, which had Silver cracking up laughing. Mordecai was shocked, not used to not being found intimidating, and his mask fell off in an instant, Silver seeing right through it from the start. When he noticed Silver was shaking during his introduction, Mordecai reached over and smoothed over Silver's paw, making an instant connection with him.
Silver's fear of men definitely makes it hard for Mordecai to connect to Silver, initially. However, Mordecai's previous efforts already made Silver quite charmed toward him and feel some sense of safety with him. Yet, this is often squandered by Mordecai's outward business demeaner, contrasting his gentleness from before and increasing his similarity to Silver's past bullies. Still, Silver finds he trusts Mordecai, despite himself. For a long time, all Mordecai can do is make the ever silent Silver laugh, Silver refusing to talk to anyone but finding Mordecai's pettiness and expressionless nature amusing.
Initially, Silver warms up to Viktor faster, due to being similar to his grandmother in some ways, and vastly different than the smooth talking men he was surrounded by in his old life. Ironically, it is an argument over Silver being stronger than Mordecai, something Mordecai struggles to accept due to his strongly held "heartless killer" persona, causing him to lash out. He is immediately apologetic at Silver's upset, however, Silver puts the blame on himself and goes silent again for some time (making Mordecai now become quite nervous when Silver goes quiet like that again).
After some time, and Silver still being a mix of guilty at himself but wary of Mordecai, making him quite hot and cold in his behaviors, Mordecai eventually talks Silver down. Mordecai convinces Silver to just be himself, Mordecai citing his relationship with Viktor, and how they're always bickering due to the other's unique quirks. Yet, they would never want the other to change or hide them, and they always make up, at the end of the day. Mordecai convinces Silver to do the same by admitting he finds Silver amazing and that, unlike his arguments with Viktor, their arguments actually challenge him and give him something to think about, which he appreciates.
So, ultimately, Mordecai concedes, admitting he finds Silver quite amazing for his strength, and accepting that he quite enjoys Silver being stronger than him, making Silver one of the few individuals that can protect him rather than the other way around. Silver ends up becoming the much more dominating personality, showing his true and wild side with the encouragement of Mordecai, who lets his more sensitive and skittish side show in turn. Although Atlas warns him of the dangers, Mordecai knows Silver's true heart underneath is an extremely sweet and caring one, and greatly enjoys Silver's gentleness, knowing from seeing Silver's fighting style that said gentleness is a very conscious choice made for Mordecai's sake.
Mordecai, accidentally shooting Silver in the head, and believing him to be dead due to this, separates them for some time. After Atlas' untimely death two years after, Mordecai goes to work for their competitor, the Marigold, to sniff out whether or not they had any involvement in Atlas' murder. However, upon being asked to kill Silver and, unable to do so, they are reunited and the events of the main fic start.
Freckle (Baby With a Shot Gun)
This is already very long, but I feel the need to put a tiny section about their crazy, adopted baby boy, Freckle. He is a new recruit to the Lackadaisy, Silver and Mordecai working for The Marigold instead, at the time. However, they meet him through visiting the Little Daisy from time to time, and Freckle feels an immediate connection with them both. Freckle is quite similar to Silver, coming off as meek and skittish, but having a secret feral side. This is something he feels quite ashamed of, while Silver takes pride in it, something that inspires him. However, he also has some of the common sense and brains that Mordecai does, making him a lot more logical and with far more foresight than his coworkers. Overall, he really admires how Mordecai and Silver ultimately use their head and cunning to survive and understand the situations around them, as well as being very crafty over physically strong.
Mordecai, who always respected his mom greatly and wishes to show Freckle the same gentleness she did to him. He also wishes to contrast Atlas usual coldness, who, after Mordecai began working with him, caused Mordecai to feel unloved and used. He ends on taking the role of "mama bear" in their little family. Mordecai acts calm most of the time, but mess with his family and he will show you his fangs. Also he is definitely the one that comes prepared and the one that gives the lectures.
Silver, meanwhile, is considered the "dad", teaching Freckle to use daggers like his grandmother did and helping him hone his observation skills for survival. Silver also greatly inspires Freckle, who is a bit curious about his own gender. Mordecai is initially surprised Freckle, in all his politeness and morals, wants someone as crazy as Silver as a father figure, but doesn't question it.
Freckle constantly insists to people seeing Silver or Mordecai as more uncaring than they truly are underneath the surface, "Mordecai and Silver are good people".
Together I find them adorable and I love them (take their human pictures cause I find them cute).
#undescribed#humdinger👔#silver😺#tw child death#tw child abuse#tw blood#tw sa mention#tw asylum mention#tw murder#tw gun#miserylovescompany#afterpressure
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Solace
Rating: T
Word count: ~4.5k
Summary: After a nightmare, the reader and Din have a heart-to-heart, and realize they are not as different as they might think.
Warnings: angst, fluff, Din w/o beskar, intense fear?? (basically reader has a nightmare) makeout at the end
Note: Fair warning, this is the first fic I have ever written. I was having some pretty intense inspiration, and once I began typing, the words just began to flow out. With that said, I welcome any constructive criticism; any hate received will be reported and blocked.
It's not late when you slip beneath the blanket that decorates your humble cot. In fact, you're not sure what time it is. Days spent in hyperspace have left you without the ability to recall which hours differentiate day and night. At this point, you sleep once you're exhausted, and wake up once you hear the kid begin to squeal for your company.
Mando doesn't seem to sleep at all. You often wonder if he is even human beneath the beskar. Perhaps, he is some humanoid species that doesn't require sleep.
That's silly, your mind whispers.
Oh, that's right.
Once Mando had returned with a bounty, blood dripping onto the durasteel panels of the hull, and a jagged tear in the visible duraweave below his left pauldron. Red blood and tanned fleshed were exposed to your eyes for the space of a minute. He had steered the oblivious bounty towards the carbonite freezing unit, and with a shove and a hiss of the machinery, the zabrak had been encased in a carbonite slab.
You hadn't moved, rooted to the spot, until Mando brushed past you, a jerk of his helmet the only recognition you received. He headed straight towards the ladder to the cockpit, his hand already moving to the cauterizer on his belt. It wasn't your job to distract him with unnecessary questions, so you had rolled your shoulders, cracked your neck, and then walked towards the kid who bobbed silently in his cradle.
It's been months since that particular incident. Months since you were tortured with the sight of his skin. It was only a sliver of his bare skin, but it had set your heart racing. These days, you two spoke more often, usually about the kid. Well to clarify, 'more often' meant a few sentences a day. The Mandalorian was still so quiet. It was strange to you. As a child, your household was always bustling with life, loud and busy. To be honest, you were the most introverted member of your family, and found yourself seeking out peace and quiet more often than not. Now though, it was too quiet, days on end spent spiraling through space. Mando never told you your destination, not that it would have mattered anyways. You weren't very knowledgeable about the geography of the outer rim.
As you lie on your cot, you wonder if you will ever earn the chance to know who he really is. You know that he hides his emotions beneath a stoic personality almost as impenetrable as the beskar he wears. There’s a thought that festers in your heart every night as you lay in bed. Does the Mandalorian have any feelings for you beyond that of an employer and their employee?
You sigh.
You are being foolish and immature.
The Mandalorian is a good man, and he owes you nothing. He pays you fairly and treats you as an equal. Your mind is satisfied with that answer, but your heart protests the idea, holding out hope that he might think of you in the same way that you think of him. That is, with a fondness that you shouldn't be allowed to feel. Sometimes, you sit in the cockpit just to watch him fly. He seems more at ease there, as if he too belongs among the stars. It's a breathtaking view, watching streaks of light blur past the viewport, but somehow your gaze always falls upon him instead.
Sleep now, think later, you tell yourself.
And you do, sleep finally consuming you.
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There is a flash of light, a blinding presence beside you. It's a struggle to grasp a sense of your surroundings, your mind struggling to stay aware. Something is not right. You move to sit up, panic overtaking you when your limbs fail to comply, as if they are weighed down with lead.
Then you hear it.
The clink of beskar on beskar.
It's alright, he's here, he is going to protect you. But you couldn't be more wrong. The being that steps out of the blinding light and into the dimly lit area surrounding your cot is terrifying. It certainly looks like Mando, the armor is the same, but his helmet is wrong. It's all wrong! Two eyes of pure crimson shine through the visor of the helmet, a sickening laugh escaping the figure, and then it's advancing on your prone form. You realize with a start how exposed you are, only a long tunic covers your form, and your blaster is hanging on the wall behind the figure. It reaches out, it's touch burning your skin, first your cheek then down your neck. It speaks suddenly, the voice twisted and warped.
"What a pretty prize. All mine, and so submissive, not that you could run from me anyways." Then there is a blaster pressed underneath your chin.
"No, stop! Leave me alone!"
It only chuckles darkly.
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The Mandalorian sighs deeply in the cockpit. You had disappeared behind the curtain that separated your cot from the main hold some time ago, the child already asleep. How you are able to coax him into slumber so easily Din will never comprehend. At least the quiet allows him some private time to clear his troubled mind. There was too much on his mind as of late. No, that was a lie. There was just one thing on his mind.
You.
You are a mystery, so caring and understanding. Too caring, he muses quietly. You are smart too, incredibly so, he was lucky to be able to recruit you into his service. But that's not what bothers him right now.
No…
Something else is troubling him. He is sure you possess some sort of magic, like the kid. It’s the only explanation. Why else does his heartbeat thud loudly in his chest at the sight of you? His skin feels as if it’s on fire, his mouth suddenly dry whenever your gaze lingers on him for a moment too long. Sorcery, as the armorer had said. But, he doesn't know how to confront you about the topic. He doesn't want to frighten you away.
He will approach you in the morning, he tells himself. Din chuckles for a moment, he doesn't really know when morning will come, with the length of time you three have spent in hyperspace. He just bases his schedule off of the inclinations of his female companion. When you sleep, so does he, when you are awake, so is he. Din always ensures he is awake before you. The child is fussy in the mornings, demanding attention as soon as he is awake, so he tries to keep the kid entertained as long as possible to you allow you a few extra scraps of sleep.
The hair on the back of his neck suddenly stands on end, a sense of unease consuming his thoughts. He taps his helmet, the infrared vision within his helmet prompting the grey ship to burst into color. Nothing seems out of place in the cockpit, but he can't ignore his instincts, so after rising from his chair Din moves towards the ladder, intending to check the rest of the ship from possible threats. He pauses at the top of the ladder, his whole body shocked into a rigid cast.
Your cries reach his ears, desperate and pleading, and every instinct screams at him to protect you. In retrospect, he’s not sure how he clears the ladder so quickly, because one second he’s standing in the cockpit, and in the next he’s at your side, hands hovering over you as uncertainty soars to the top of his mind. You are obviously in the throws of a nightmare, your body curling in on itself, sweat beading on your forehead, and your limbs thrashing about in an attempt at self-preservation. Din reaches out to grasp your wrist, but you tear it out of his hand, your cries becoming louder. He curses, both hands reaching out to pin yours to the cot, then he is settling his body over yours, using his weight to still your frantic movements.
"No, stop! Leave me alone! Stop! Please!" It's the first coherent thing you have said, and it squeezes at his heart. It feels like it is being crushed by the vice that he often saw the armorer use at the forge.
"Y/N!"
"No, please!"
"Y/N! Listen to me, you need to wake up."
"Stop, Stop!"
"Y/N!"
Your eyes finally snap open, and it's as if all the air has been pumped back into his lungs. You're alright, you're safe.
Oh, how wrong he was.
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You gasp for air, feeling as though you're drowning.
It was just a dream.
But then your eyes open, only to come face-to-face with a beskar helmet. A startled cry escapes you and you're squeezing your eyes shut, turning your face into the pillow behind you to block your line of sight. The air is tense and strained and you feel suffocated by the weight resting on the lower half of your body. As your panic rises you attempt to wriggle free, another rush of fear flooding your body when you realize you're pinned down. Your movements become frantic, a sense of desperation overtaking you as your hands fight against the hold on your wrists. You're practically sobbing as you fight him, your body recoiling in fear just from the sight of his armor. Through the haze of panic, you think he's saying something but you can’t bring yourself to care. Every molecule in your body is screaming to be free.
With a burst of strength you rip your arms from his grip and frantically shove at his chest plate. Sithspit, you can’t even bear to look at him. The shoving becomes more frantic and finally you're free. Your body curls in on itself, finding solace in the tattered blanket and pillow that furnish your cot. You don't realize your crying until your sobs register in your ears. You are thoroughly humiliated, wishing that the floor would swallow you whole so that you never have to face the consequences of this situation.
You take a few heaving breaths, trying to gain your bearings, and when you hear a modulated voice you recoil further into your cot.
"Y/N, talk to me, are you alright?" You think he sounds concerned, but you can’t bring yourself to concentrate clearly enough to discern what emotions are placed on those words.
"Please, leave me alone." You manage, trying to gather your frazzled emotions.
"What happened?" You're cringing all over again at the sound of his voice, flashbacks from the nightmare plaguing your mind.
There's a hiss, then "I'm turning the lights off". Your head whips around. That wasn't Mando's voice. The hull is plunged into darkness before you even turn halfway, and you swallow nervously.
"It's ok, I'm right here."
"Mando?"
"Yes."
"You sound…different."
"I know, I'm not wearing my helmet." That knocks the breath right out of your lungs.
"Are you ok?" There is real concern there and it calms your erratic heartbeat.
"I…I think so."
"Nightmare?"
"….yes."
His footsteps echo in the durasteel hull as he moves towards you. You're sitting up now, and a hand reaches out to touch your arm. It startles you, your body recoiling on instinct. You can hear him sigh heavily.
"It was about me, wasn't it?" He sounds tired, weary, so unlike the Mandalorian you have come to know over the past several months. You can't lie to him. You have never been able to lie to him.
"Yes."
"Is there anything I can do?..."
You pause before you speak. A thought comes to mind immediately. It's too forward. You shouldn't ask, you can't.
"Will you stay with me?"
There is a sharp intake of breath, and you curse yourself. This is the longest conversation you have ever been able to hold with Mando, and now you've just embarrassed yourself with your lack of a brain-to-mouth filter.
"Ok."
That made sense, you dumb imbecile…Wait…What?!
You must have heard wrong, that was the only explanation.
"Just a moment."
Was there a problem with how fast your heart-rate just spiked? You must be having physical complications from the nightmare, or maybe you hit your head while you were struggling. A clang echoes through the hull, then another. You hold your breath for a second, then realize that he is probably removing his boots. Your cot is by no means spotless, but you appreciate the sentiment. He moves towards the cot again, and you slide over to make room for him. Unfortunately, you severely overestimate the amount of space on your cot, and approximately one millisecond later you are experiencing the weightless feeling of doom that always precedes an inevitable fall.
An arm curls around your waist at the last second, and you can't hold back your gasp of surprise. Mando hauls you back up onto the cot, and it's not until the entirety of your back comes into contact with the duraweave covering his warm chest that you realize he is not wearing a single scrap of beskar. Your breath exits your body in a shudder as you bask in the comforting warmth of his body.
It’s several minutes later when Mando finally breaks the silence. "Do you feel any better?"
There is no way he is being serious. If he was blind and deaf, he still wouldn't be able to miss how you practically melted into his touch. Why, that little...The light chuckle against your ear confirms your suspicions, and if this was any other situation you would be fuming at the insinuation. But this is Mando, your Mando, some traitorous part of your mind whispers. Despite your les than pleasant mood, you find yourself enjoying this tiny glimpse into the playful side of his personality.
"Much better, thank you Mando. You really don't have to stay if you don't want to." Why in farrik did you say that?!
"It's alright, I don't mind." Even if he is still teasing you, you don't care. You wouldn't give this up for all the credits on Coruscant.
"Y/n?"
"Yes, Mando."
He lets out a troubled sigh at your response, and you want to take back whatever you did, if only to hear him tease you one more time before he reverts back to his reserved, silent persona.
“I hope you feel...safe when you travel with me.”
“Of course I do.”
“You don’t have to lie to me.”
“I am telling the truth, really I am. I feel safer on this ship, with you, than I do anywhere else.”
"I…there is something I want to tell you."
"Alright."
"My name, my name isn't Mando." He chuckles a little, as if enjoying a private joke. "If it was, it would get a little bit confusing back at the covert." Then he takes a deep breath, as if to gather himself. You move your hand to rest over his arm, which is still draped across your waist, offering what little comfort you can. "My birth name is Din Djarin."
"Din." You test the word on your tongue, and you decide that it suits him well. Simple and straightforward, just like him. "I like it." He releases a hum in response and the way it rumbles through your back, tingles spreading to the top of your head and into your fingertips, has you feeling a pleasant buzz.
You dare to roll over in his arms, nuzzling further into his chest, and your heart swells when he accommodates your change in position by moving one hand to the small of your back, the other cradling your head gently. This moment is so precious, so delicate, and you refrain from speaking or moving, in the hopes of prolonging it for as long as possible.
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You must have fallen asleep, because when you wake up there is a shrill beeping coming from the cockpit. With a groan you nuzzle further into your pillow, the arm that’s slung over the pillow flexes to draw it closer to your body. You idly wonder if Mando finally decided to activate the heating system since there is a pleasant warmth engulfing your body.
What's taking him so long? Normally, he spends most of his time in the cockpit, so it seems odd that he hasn't yet attended to the issue.
"Are you gonna get that or am I?" The question is spoken by your ear.
You swear you have never been more awake in your entire life. You shoot straight up but you don’t get very far, a warm hand on your back coaxing you back down against an equally warm body.
"Did you sleep well?"
Osik. Now you remember. The nightmare, Mando holding you gently while you lay on your cot in shock. Oh, wait. You mean Din.
Your eyes finally open and you realize that the artificial lighting is still shut off. That's right, Din isn't wearing his helmet either. As you catalog your surroundings, a blush rises to your cheeks. During the night, you seem to have become very…cuddly. Your head is resting on his very firm chest, an arm slung across his upper body with your hand on his shoulder. One of your legs is thrown over his waist, and your face burns when you register his hand resting innocently on your thigh. It wouldn't be so bad if you were actually wearing pants, but your lazy ass had crawled into bed last night with only a threadbare tunic to cover your form. Suddenly you are even more thankful for the darkness shrouding your figures, all too aware that the tunic had ridden up over your ass during the night. Din's other hand is still nestled around the back of your head, his fingers occasionally massaging at the base of your scalp since your hair is tied up into a haphazard bun.
You have yet to answer him, and your brain sputters as it attempts to think up a witty response.
"Yes, still a little tired though." What kind of answer was that, Y/N? Wow, such a charmer. What you really wanted to say was better than ever.
"That’s to be expected." Kriff, you are hearing his morning voice. You think you might just die on the spot. Hey, at least you'll be ending on a high note.
The beeping still echoes loudly through the hull. "You should get that before the kid wakes up." You nudge softly. He just grunts.
"You can get it, I'm sure it's nothing pressing." He finally responds.
"Hey, this is your ship, you get it." You've always been grumpy in the morning, never an early riser. You shove at him gently to enforce your request but it doesn't even phase him. "Din, come on." Then you're shoving a little harder, feeling victorious when you feel his body move across the cot slightly. You remove the leg from across his waist, using both your feet to assist in shoving him off of the cot. He just chuckles at your efforts, seemingly amused with your irritation. All of a sudden, there is a loud thud and a groan followed by utter silence. Your heart jumps into your throat, you didn't mean to hurt him! You shimmy to the edge of the cot, looking over even though you can't see a thing, hoping that he's not injured from the fall. Stupid, stupid, stupid, you chastise yourself. And then your worry turns to anger when you hear a hearty laugh bubbling up from the floor. How dare he laugh at you.
In any other situation you would be overjoyed at the sound of his laughter, but for some reason you feel incredibly cross this morning. You huff at his mirth, swing your legs over the edge of the cot and stand, intending to investigate the problem in the cockpit yourself. However, the moment you are on your feet you are suddenly plowed into by a warm, firm chest. Din muffles a curse as he catches you, tugging you upright before you slam into the unforgiving durasteel floor.
"What are you doing?" You demand, feeling like a fool. Your emotions are still frazzled after the restless night, and you know you're being unreasonably cross but you can't help yourself.
"Just checking on the cockpit, verd'ika."
The word is unfamiliar, but before you can question the meaning he's moving past you towards the ladder. Now that he's gone, you hang your head, ashamed of your behavior. He was being far too kind to receive such harsh treatment from you. He did laugh at me though. Without his presence, you feel a little silly standing in the hull by yourself, so you decide to crawl back into your cot. You turn, fumbling a little in the dark, and hold a hand out to feel your way around. The tip of your fingertips finally brush the cot, and you surge forward, eager to slide underneath your blanket.
Your foot ricochets off something round and extremely solid, and in the next second you’re hopping around on one foot as curses spill from your lips. Stupid helmet, damned Mandalorian, kriffing alarm, frikking nightmares. If this isn't a cursed day you didn't know what to say. You finally set your foot back down and feel around for the position of the helmet as cautiously as you can with your injured foot. Then you give it a solid kick with your, as of yet, uninjured foot. The clang that echoes through the hull is extremely satisfying, and there's a smug smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.
"Are you done abusing my helmet?"
You let out a surprised yelp when he catches you by surprise, but you can't even bring yourself to feel ashamed.
"Just checking to make sure it was still up to snuff. I don't want you to sustain an injury to your head while collecting a bounty."
"Somehow I find that hard to believe."
"Well, I can’t imagine why."
There is a long pause, and you are worried you’ve made him uncomfortable with your banter.
"Do you want to talk about last night?"
As a matter of fact, you do not want to talk about last night. You never want to talk about last night. You just hope that the memory of the nightmare will fade away as soon as you throw yourself into your work.
"I know it can be difficult to share a painful experience. If you ever need to talk about it, I'm here."
"Maybe later?"
"Of course. Now if you don't mind, I am going to need my helmet back."
"Oh, right." You blush as you bend down to retrieve it from the durasteel floor. "Here you go." You try not to hyper-fixate on the brush of skin against skin that accompanies the action of handing over his helmet.
"I am going to turn the lights on now if that's ok."
"That's fine."
You blink your eyes a little when he activates the lights. The first thing you realize is that you are much closer than you expected. In fact you have to crane your neck to meet the visor of his helmet. All of a sudden your throat is dry and you are all too aware of your state of undress. Then you notice that his duraweave suit is extremely form-fitting. Now, when you say form-fitting, you mean he is probably wearing the same suit he wore as a teenager. Every curve of his body, every muscle, is visible to your eyes. You suck in a breath. If you let your gaze wander down just a little. Kriffing hell, you need to get your heart rate checked. Does he know that you are looking at him? He must. Wait...does he like it? You sidle a little closer, and your ego soars when you hear his breath hitch through the modulator. Another step and you're separated by a millimeter of air. You crane your neck back further, gazing into the visor.
"You think you could turn the lights off again, just for a second?"
He doesn't respond verbally, but his hand moves to the side of his helmet and you're surrounded by darkness once again.
You stretch out a hand, breath catching when your fingertips graze the duraweave over his chest. Not wanting to alarm him, you press down gently at first, then his hand is settling over yours, urging you to open your palm and splay your fingers across his chest. You dare to repeat the action with your other hand, basking in the feel of his warmth beneath your palms. Then you’re sliding them up, higher, higher, until they curve around the slopes of his shoulders. You breathe once, twice. You swear you can feel his pulse thrumming beneath your fingers.
"Din." His name escapes your lips like a sigh.
Both his hands move to cover yours, guiding them the rest of the way up, until they settle on the sides of his helmet. He's shaking, you note. His hands are trembling as they cover yours. Then you realize that you are shaking too.
"Is it ok if I….Can I….I don't want to…" You exhale shakily. "Can I lift it just a little?" Your heartbeat is roaring loudly in your ears, you're not sure you'll be able to hear him, even if he does respond.
"Please." He whispers.
You are not sure who moves first, but you will never forget how gentle he is in the moment. His thumbs caress the back of your knuckles, the action so tender, so unlike the hunter he claims to be. There is a pause as he bends down to accommodate your shorter height, his hands guiding yours as he tilts the helmet upwards until his breath is fanning across your lips. It’s absolutely sinful how soft his lips are, how gently he kisses you. The kiss itself is a little clumsy, the lack of experience apparent in both of your actions. But after a few seconds you develop a rhythm.
His hands abandon yours to curl around your waist and neck, and you learn that if you tilt your head just a little, your lips will slot into place like two pieces of a puzzle. You only pull away once your legs begin burning, taxed from standing on your toes the whole time. But Din is having none of that, he bends down further, your back bowing slightly at the change of position, and then he’s kissing you so thoroughly that you’re certain you might pass out.
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Eventually, you two separate, the cries of the child finally demanding your attention. Din pulls away first, planting a kiss on your forehead before he lets the helmet fall back into place over his lips. The lights are switched back on, and after a longing glance you both move to resume your duties as usual.
When Din turns to collect his armor from the floor, you stand next to your cot with the ploy of folding the blanket and retrieving your day clothes. You feel a little bit ashamed of your devious thought process until he bends over. His firm backside is completely exposed to your eyes, and you can't help but admire the curve of his-
"So am I allowed to stare at your ass too?"
"Din!"
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Verd’ika: little warrior
#the mandalorian x reader#mando reader fluff#the mandalorian fanfiction#mandalorian x you#reader insert#din dijarin x reader#pedro pascal x reader#din djarin x you#din djarin fluff#star wars imagine#i'm actually really proud of this#first fic
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🌼🐌 answered asks ! // unprompted. ( temporarily not accepting ! )
@falsiliar sent: She has an infatuation with the "squares" on his scarf, Kokichi's long noticed (and can he blame her, really?). The mystification that sparkles in her eyes each time he lets her simply touch them has in no way escaped his attention, and y'know…? Who was he—a kind and generous ruler, or so the little girl proclaimed—to deny the wishes of his loyal subjects? (No, better: the wishes of his very special inner circle?)
So, it is with those thoughts that he leans down—though not exceptionally far, mind—to bestow upon her a ring of squares to call her own. Kokichi secures the scarf loosely around her neck, tied at the back, and brushes out the wrinkles like a fussy mother before taking a step back. He observes his work, hand settled on his chin and head tilting this way and that.
Then, with a clap and an outward sweep of his arms: "Ta-daaa!" His voice lifts into a singsong. "Officially a member of the royal council of squares! You're, like... suuuuper lucky, y'know? I don't give this privilege to just anyone!" Kokichi rocks on his heels before leaning in closer. "This means you have unlimited access to all the tea parties and candy you could ever want! Pretty great, right?"
THERE THE LITTLE GIRL STOOD WITH A RIGID frame and eyes shut tight — so tight that her freckled nose scrunched and her tiny hands balled into fists, as if these were necessary things to remain as still as possible ( or to contain her excitement and definitely not peek as Kokichi prepared his ' surprise ' ) This stillness, however, was particularly difficult to maintain as Kokichi ' fixed ' the gift; a happy little smile couldn't help but to lift the corners of Ari's mouth, and her cheeks puffed with laughter that she struggled to suppress. But she had done so successfully and had kept her word the whole time — Ari did not once open her eyes.
Not until there was a subtle, odd sort of permission to do so, and that permission was granted as soon as Kokichi's ' ta - da ' reached little Ari's ears ( everyone knows that one only says ' ta - da ' when they've successfully completed a task! )
The left eye was the first to open with the right to follow closely behind. Those big emerald hues of hers then dropped to the fabric that was wrapped snugly around her neck — that alone was enough to bring the purest form of delight to Ari's heart, but in truth, it was the pattern that sparked a jovial light into the little girl's heart, turning her into a squealing, bouncy mess.
" fff … for me?! it's r — really for me?! " cried the child happily. What was once light bouncing turned into hopping in place, and what was once squealing turned into a borderline scream — not so hushed like normal, but little Ari simply could not contain herself! How could she ever be asked to do such a thing when she was gifted the most lovely present she has ever received?!
By the PRINCE OF SQUARES, no less!
" i … it looks like Koki's! " continued Ari. Her hands rose to her neck to press the scarf closer to herself, giving the thoughtful checkered gift a silly sort of hug, but it deserved this embrace, one to mark the MANY more to come. " I … I love it vvv … veeeery much, Koki! it's my most fa … vvv— my most favorite - est scarf in the whoooole woooorld! "
In this bouncy glee of hers, however, the little girl took only one step forward before she was reminded of Kokichi's particular comforts. Right, he did not like touch the same way that she enjoyed receiving it, and him leaning forward was not an open welcome for a HUG. Oh, but she so desperately wants to give him one — to hug him and squeeze him with all her heart so that he can feel her love and appreciation. It was how the child showed those sorts of things best, after all.
It is not necessary, though — there are other means to go about this, so there is no need to be upset by the thought at all. Instead, little Ari took a step back and she repeated her previous actions, but this time with a bit more love; she pressed the scarf into her person and closed her eyes as she tucked her face into the fabric so that her mouth and nose were now hidden by the checkered veil. So warm and soft and comforting …
" I … I like having t — tea parties with Koki, I like them vvv … very much …" Ari began, her tone much softer and quieter than before — she's climbing down from that cheerful high, it seems, and settling herself into the moment. Slowly did those big, innocent eyes open again, and they lifted to meet with Kokichi's. The depth and mystery to his amethyst irises was never an unsettling sight to Ari; she found comfort in his gaze.
" — but mmm … may I also have prince Koki, pl — please? " An oddly phrased question, but what little Ari TRULY meant is clarified with the words that follow. She stepped forward again, but this time without the intent to embrace him, shown by how her hands remained on the checkered scarf instead. " I want prrr … prince Koki to stay, please … I … I don't ever wanna say bye - bye to pr — prince Koki. nnn … never ever never … "
" mmm … may prince Koki stay? "
#falsiliar#( ❀ | answered asks! )#long post cw#( FLKJGKLJSLJLGKJLKJ I'M STILL SCREAMING OVER THIS ASK ; A ;#SAMMY .......... it was soooo cute ! ; 0 ; oh my gosh#I never thought that Kokichi being cute was a possibility until you wrote him u.u facts <3 LKJGKJLG#I tried my best to not touch the initial formatting of the ask bc IT'S SO GOOD#brings out the impish inflection in his tone <3 it's gotta stay !!!#ALSO PLEASE LOOK AT THIS ICON ?? I knew I had ones with ari w/ a scarf but ! I didn't notice it looks checkered ; 0 ;#makes this whole thing canon now ; u ; soooo cute ... she's SOOO happy ...#btw ... this kid is so weird with the way she words things but she's basically saying that she hopes kokichi doesn't#leave <3 she wants to be his friend forever! :D seals this pact through matching checkered scarves flkjgkjl )
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100 OC Question Meme!
created by marchenvillain <3
Your Wings edition: Shiemi Shuzenji!
1. What’s a unique skill they have? Is their any reason why they can do it? Shiemi can harness the power of the sun in order to heal wounds. Her Quirk is a mixture of her mother’s (who can bend light) and grandmother’s (who can heal wounds).
2. What are their favourite possessions? Why? (sentimentality, history, price, etc) The necklace that Hawks gave her is very important to her. She sees it like a symbol of their love.
3. Do they get jealous easily? If so, what usually causes it? She gets insecure, but she never acts on her jealousy. Often times, if women fawn over Hawks, she gets all up in her feels.
4. Are they a good gift-giver? What do they tend to give as gifts? She’s more of a practical gift giver. She pays attention to what someone really needs and she’ll get it for them.
5. What’s their reputation like? Does this reputation contrast what they’re really like? People (especially when she worked in the hospital) hail her as a good doctor but one with little to no social skills. She’s quiet, so a lot of people think she’s mean. Others, like her old boss, like her polite and respectable nature.
6. Do they prefer to have a big social circle, or a few close friends? Definitely a few close friends. She’s content with Aizawa, Kayama, and Mic.
7. What’s their “type”? What romantically attracts them to another person? Men who are confident! If one looks at her track record, her old boyfriends in high school were all jocks who loved the limelight. Hawks is cocky, but a lot of that haughtiness is a facade. She loves that he knows how to tone it down and come back to Earth.
8. What does their dream house look like? She’s a simple woman: a modern white home with a huge lawn for a garden. She’s always wanted to plant sunflowers. I’m a huge horror fan, so for some reason, I’m envisioning the villa from The Human Centipede… Just the outside! eheh... is that weird?
9. If they could change one part of their appearance, what would it be? Shiemi is actually very lithe; her mother says she’s got no meat on her bones. She would love to bulk up! Also, her cup size is a B. She would change that, too, if she could.
10. What’s a simple thing that brings them joy? Well, Shiemi’s love language is acts of service. It really warms her heart when people help do things with or for her!
11. What is their dream pet? A cat! A fluffy white one. Maybe Aizawa had some influence on her? ❤️
12. What’s their position in their friend group? (leader, mom friend, chaos goblin, etc) The voice of reason. She likes to have practical fun! She’s not as rigid as Aizawa, but nowhere near as wild as Mic.
13. How forgiving are they? What do they consider unforgivable? Shiemi is definitely forgiving, so much so that it is sometimes her downfall. However, she believes there is no excuse for villainy.
14. Who do they go to in a crisis/emergency? Any particular reason why they choose that person? Hmmm, it’s funny because most people go to her in an emergency since she’s got that nifty healing Quirk haha! Shiemi has plenty of people to depend on like Midnight or Recovery Girl, but Hawks is the one she always turns to when she needs saving.
15. How good are they at conversation? Are they a small talk master, bad at initiating, etc? The only person she likes to make small talk with is Hawks, really. She’s not much a talker, and prefers to let others do the talking. This is why she and Aizawa click so well because they both can appreciate silence.
16. What food do they absolutely hate? She actually doesn’t care for greasy foods. Pizza, for example, upsets her tummy.
17. Do they show a lot of affection, or are they pretty reserved? She’s not into PDA, but she loves to be held and kissed. When she’s sad, she almost always needs a hug. ❤️
18. If you had to represent them with a flower, colour, and animal, what would you choose? I feel like she’s more of a white lily, which I hear symbolizes humility and devotion. Her color would be blush pink, for her more timid nature and her affinity for that color. As for an animal, I think she’d be a snowshoe hare!
19. What’s their unusual quirk? (Quirk with a lowercase q, haha) Shiemi has always had very strong intrusive thoughts, and I’ve made this obvious from the first chapter. I based this on my own struggle with intrusive thoughts, so Shiemi and I can relate on the issue of fighting our inner voices to be better people.
20. Are they easy to wake up in the morning, or grouchy and sleepy? She’s an early bird! Very easy to wake up in the morning.
21. What’s their ideal date like? She loves night walks on the beach followed a busy night of makin’ love ;)
22. What’s their silliest or most unusual fear/phobia? Probably spiders. She’s not the type to scream when she sees one, but if it’s big and hairy, she’ll leave the room.
23. Is their pain tolerance high or low? Pretty low, all things considering. She knows how to fight, she just doesn’t like to because she can’t really handle her own.
24. Are they a fussy eater? Nope! She’ll try just about anything. She understands the importance of eating healthy, so she makes sure to eat her veggies every day. (Unlike me…)
25. What are their dreams like? As the writer, I’ve always made her dreams symbolic. They often reflect her true feelings or the things on her mind.
26. Are they technologically savvy? Yes! Working in the hospital, she’s a quick learner, and working in the hospital, she’s had to learn how to use all the equipment.
27. Are they forgetful? What do they tend to forget? (plans, phone, keys, etc) No, she tries to be very organized. The most that she forgets would be if she’s got a lot of work to do, she might forget one assignment.
28. Describe their morning routine. Open the curtains first (she needs sunlight), drink black coffee, watch the news, take a shower. Suuuper adult of her, I know. She’s a creature of habit!
29. Are they a good cook? If they are, what do they like to make? She’s an okay cook. Certainly not as good as Hawks! She can make basic food, but a lot of it lacks flavor -- something Hawks has had to teach her.
30. Do they consider themselves a “hero” or “villain”? Hero! Definitely. She’ll heal anyone in need, but she works for the heroes, on the side of good.
31. What holiday do they like the most? (Christmas, Easter, Valentine’s Day, etc) Christmas. It’s the one time of year she gets to spend with her whole family. Even though tensions are high, she still loves her family more than anything.
32. What are they like at parties? Party animal, or awkwardly sitting in the corner drinking punch and reading? She’s the wallflower. She’d rather grab a bite to eat and sit back, people-watching.
33. Are they adventurous, or do they prefer to stay in their safe zone? She prefers to live life on the safe side. Though life with Hawks definitely makes things exciting!
34. What’s their favourite drink? (Coffee, tea, juice, hot chocolate, soda, etc) She loves coffee; preferably black coffee. Her go-to drink at Starbucks is a venti black cold brew or a cappuccino.
35. Are they good with children? Yes! Her serene nature tends to calm kids down. She especially used to love healing kids at the hospital.
36. Do they trust easily? What would you have to do to earn their trust? She’s normally very wary of people. She automatically has her guard up when approached by someone new, but honestly it doesn’t take much for her to let down her guard. For example, she was cautious of Twice when she met him, but once she saw that he and Mr. Compress needed help, she immediately dropped everything to help. Blame her big heart, I guess!
37. Are they a hopeless romantic, or is that stuff just not for them? God, YES!! When she first met Hawks, she tried to act all tough, but she’s such a SAP! In her relationships, she devotes everything to her significant other.
38. Do they get lost easily, or are they good with directions? Nah, she’s great with directions. She tries to have a good understanding of her surroundings.
39. Are they superstitious? She doesn’t believe in superstitions; she’s more of a woman of science.
40. Do they like physical activity, or staying inside? She enjoys a bit of both. She especially likes to go for walks, but doesn’t mind spending the whole day inside reading a book.
41. What would they dress up as for Halloween? A zombie nurse -- and I mean that in the laziest way possible. She would put on her uniform and paint her face and call it a day haha
42. Do they like fast food, or fancy restaurants? Fancy restaurants, for sure. She’s a bit of a snob. She’ll eat fast food if she’s on the go, but she grew up in the lap of luxury, and really enjoys the finer things in life.
43. Are they a chaotic bastard, pure angel baby, or tired mom friend? Pure angel baby. SHIEMI MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS.
44. Do they have a good attention span? Yes, especially when it comes to her friends. She’ll sit there and listen to someone talk for hours.
45. Are they always late, on time, or early? Shiemi thinks that if you’re not 15 minutes early, then you’re late.
46. Do they cry, gasp, laugh, etc, while reading a book, or do they remain relatively stone-faced? Stone-faced. She might furrow her brow if she’s into it, but she’s more internal with her reactions.
47. Do they keep a diary? She stopped carrying a diary when she was a teenager and her parents read through it without her permission.
48. How dramatic are they? She’s not haha She cries easily, but that’s just because she feels very deeply.
49. Do they put a lot of effort into their appearance, or do they just make themselves presentable and go? She’s comfortable with her looks, so she mostly curls her bangs and thinks it good to go.
50. Why would they be a good partner for a road trip? She would be president of the backseat! Delivering snacks, giving directions, listening to you talk and talk for hours!
51. Why would they be a BAD partner for a road trip? She’s not much for small talk. If it gets quiet, she’ll let it happen and whip out a book.
52. What topic should nobody bring up around them, lest the other person be subject to a massive ramble/rant? Anything bashing on heroes, or criticizing hero society. She’s so deep in it that she’s blinded to its flaws. She’ll defend Heroes till the day she dies.
53. Are they clumsy? No, she’s too cautious!
54. Are they a law breaker, or stickler for rules? Stickler for the rules. Not as bad as Iida hahaha but she doesn’t do anything she’s not supposed to. Blame her strict upbringing!
55. Choose a vine you think perfectly encapsulates their character. I LOVE THIS QUESTION! I feel like she’s: “Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does >:( ” or “Is there anything better than pussy? Yes, a really good book.” OOH, OR “How do you know what’s good for me? THAT’S MY OPINION!!”
56. Do they like to share? Yes, my girl is very giving ❤️
57. What’s the most chaotic thing they’ve done? Have sex with a bird man she just healed the night before :U Shiemi has a high sex drive
58. Which friend do they immediately become a zero-braincelled idiot around? She gets all smitten around Hawks tbh She can compose herself around everyone except for him. Then she’s just a puddle of GOO
59. Do they love or hate surprises? She does not like surprises! They make her uncomfortable and awkward.
60. What sappy thing will they cry at? (romance movies, cute cat videos, etc) Would they deny crying about it later on? She’ll cry during sad movies, but she’s stopped being ashamed of being a crybaby
61. What’s their favourite and least favourite subject in school? Health and science are her best subjects, but her favorite was literature! Her least favorite was probably physical education just because it took her away from the books!
62. Do they take a lot of photos? If so, what of? She prefers professional photos; her camera roll is practically empty!
63. Do they wear makeup? Blush, mascara, foundation, but she only ever wears makeup for special occasions.
64. Describe what their social media would be like. Instagram: “NO PHOTOS” but plenty of tagged photos from Mic and Midnight. Facebook: articles on social issues or new medical breakthroughs.
65. Do they give people a lot of nicknames? No, she doesn’t, actually!
66. What nicknames do others call them by? She thinks it’s sweet when people give nicknames to her -- e.g. “Doc,” “songbird,” or “sunshine.” Side note: I was really into Yagami Yato when I first started writing, so of course Hawks calls her “Baby bird.” And now I really regret not being more original because goddamn... I’m not gonna go back and change it because Yagami doesn’t own the nickname, but just know that I am upset
67. What’s an outrageous story about them nobody believes? Uhh, that’s a great question. I can’t think of anything, to be honest.
68. Are they easy to fluster? What would you have to do to truly fluster them? Yes! Despite being so cool, calm, and collected, it’s easy to make her blush. Hawks is a pro at getting her all worked up!
69. What’s their dream vacation like? She dreams of traveling, preferably somewhere along the Caribbean islands where she can bask in the sun and discover new plants and creatures.
70. Are they a good liar? She is a notoriously bad liar, mostly because it eats her away inside. She can make a lie work if she commits to it enough, but she’ll always come out with it eventually.
71. What do they want to do in the future? She wants a family. She’s always wanted to be a working woman and come home after a long day to her family. She wishes that a certain someone would be a stay-at-home dad...
72. How do they feel about love? Again, she’s a hopeless romantic. She believes in having strong bonds with both family and friends, but she does dedicate most of her energy into her romantic relationship.
73. Are they more book smarts, or street smarts? oh my god, BOOK SMARTS. She wouldn’t last a day on her own out there, but man she could recite a whole scene from Shakespeare if you asked her to.
74. What’s their guilty pleasure? Sex. She doesn’t come off as promiscuous, but she would get some every day if she could.
75. Is there anyone they consider their rival? No, in fact Shiemi tends to keep to herself. She’s respectful and supportive of everyone. She does have enemies, of course, like Dabi or Mr. Compress.
76. Do they have any notable physical features? Her eyes are described as gray, but they’re more purplish-gray.
77. What’s their music taste like? Classical music takes up most of the space on her phone; Joe Hisaishi is a composer that she admires a lot.
78. What’s something they’re really bad at? Keeping her opinions to herself. She’s brutally honest, to a fault.
79. Do they have a good sleep schedule? Yesss, her whole life runs on a schedule!
80. What’s their aesthetic sense like? Oh, I’m not sure how to answer this?
81. What’s something they’re really proud of? Her degrees and awards make her feel accomplished. She has a hard time seeing her worth, but the diplomas on her wall are proof, to her, of what she can do.
82. How would they spend a free day? In bed, reading a book, snuggled up beside Hawks ❤️
83. What are they like as an s/o? Lowkey, kind of clingy. She loves attention and wants to spend all her time with her significant other, doting on them, making them feel good.
84. What’s one thing they like that they don’t want anyone to know about? Her sex drive (> w >);;
85. Do they have a sweet tooth? She doesn’t; she’s more of a savory or salty person. I actually really like this dichotomy between Hawks and Shiemi, for some reason? The fact that she takes her coffee black and he takes his sweet is kind of nice.
86. How would you describe their fashion sense? I once had a beautiful professor at university who only wore maxi skirts and nice blouses. Her fashion sense inspired my vision of Shiemi a lot. If she’s not wearing her hero uniform, you can find her in a pink maxi skirt and a white blouse.
87. Do they like spicy food? She can definitely handle her spice, but she wouldn’t choose it!
88. Are they lucky? Do they believe in luck? By all means, she has the worst luck! Can’t say that she believes in it, though.
89. What would they get into a petty argument over? Shiemi stands her ground on her opinions, but she’s more or less an agreeable person. She doesn’t like to argue or cause tension, but she will if it means standing up for herself.
90. Are they a good artist? She can’t draw and she’s got that doctor handwriting lmao
91. Do they prefer hot or cold weather? Hot! Shiemi’s Quirk is most powerful if she’s in direct sunlight. When the sun is behind the clouds, it takes more energy and time for her to heal someone. Despite all that time in the sun, the poor woman can’t tan!
92. Can they play an instrument? Her parents made her play piano when she was a child, but she doesn’t dabble in it anymore.
93. What type of movies do they like to watch? Romance and mysteries! Her favorite movie is Titanic. She cries every time!
94. What does their room look like? Neat and organized. She’s got a lot of bookshelves in her room and a nice set up for her computer space.
95. How do they feel about bugs? Scared? Fascinated? She’s fascinated by bugs, but from a distance. She won’t touch ‘em!
96. What’s their sense of humour like? (Dad jokes, morbid humour, basic knock-knock jokes, stand up comedy, etc) She laughs really hard at stand up comedy. Since she’s a little more serious, she can appreciate how goofy Hawks is!
97. What do they keep in their bag? Cell phone, earbuds, portable charger, folding scissors for emergencies, Band-Aids, and if she’s not wearing it, she’ll fold up her lab coat and put it in there, too.
98. How competitive are they? She’s only competitive with herself. She doesn’t have to be the best, but she can’t stand being the worst. (I’m the same way.)
99. What would they wear to a formal event? Describe their outfit! She actually wore that beautiful red dress in chapter 10! If you Google “Elizabeth Banks Vanity Fair 2020” it’ll pop up.
100. If you, the creator, met them, would you two get along? Yes! I think that it’s impossible for any author/creator to make a character without at least adding some personal elements in them. Shiemi isn’t a self-insert, but she and I share a love of reading and we’re both overachievers. So I think she and I would make great friends!
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Welcome to the 13th instalment of the “Garmsman Dozen” question and answer session. The response so far has been tremendous. Did you miss earlier ones? There are links at the end of the page.
This week we welcome to the Garmsman Dozen Christopher Laverty from Great Britain!
Who are you, where do you live and what interests you?
Christopher Laverty. York, UK. 40 years old.
Author of book Fashion in Film, broadcaster, creator of website Clothes on Film and costume consultant.
Twitter: @clothesonfilm, Instagram: @lordlaverty, @christopherlaverty, Facebook: @clothesonfilm.
I enjoy movies, decent TV, clothes, clothes in movies, clothes in decent TV, bourbon, pipe smoking, cigars (preferably Cuban), cocktail making, cycling, running and twirling my moustache.
Thinking back to your childhood, what were your most memorable or favourite clothes?
Honestly, I don’t remember much of my childhood. Controversially I don’t many of us really do, we just piece together memories from what we’re told and photographs. With that in mind, I’ll go to my late teenage years when I first remember becoming interested in clothes. It was the mid-late 1990s so a lot of pale, shapeless denim jeans worn way too long with thick, oversized shirts and suede Kickers. This is probably why I gravitated toward the vintage scene which at this time was big on 1970s retro revival. My favourite buy was a tan leather trench coat, probably from the late 1970s, made in Egypt with a Selfridges label. It was immaculate. I purchased for £25 from Covent Garden market and still have it today. I don’t wear the coat much as it’s a little on the nose these days and verging on dress up, but at least it still fits! I do come from a family interested in clothes, particularly my dad. I was born to older parents (they are in their late eighties now) and with an older brother (now 60) and sister (53). I was spoilt rotten. Apparently, I even had a tailored coat, which to a working-class family is quite a fancy thing. My appreciation of clothes comes from understanding how they are made, their design, influences and appropriateness to the era. This is all born in me I think.
How would you describe your style today, and what are your influences?
It’s one of two things depending on my mood, time of year, facial hair and hairstyle: 1) denim and workwear, Edwardian influenced to 1930s OR 2) 1970s lounge with flared three-piece suits. I like to change things up because I get bored easily. It does have to be a specific look though – I have to feel that it ticks certain boxes, although saying that I do loathe the idea of sticking rigidly to eras or historical accuracy. My main influence for the 70’s is television programmes such as The Persuaders! and The Professionals and films such as Fear is the Key and Carlito’s Way. For workwear, it’s more print-based influences, like old photographs of miners and ranchers, but also films like The First Great Train Robbery and There Will Be Blood. I pull from wherever I like, really. Again, it’s not rigid; I’m not a re-enactor, I’m just someone who enjoys a period-specific feel to their dress.
How do you think others would describe your style and garments, do you get any reaction from friends and random strangers?
Totally, though a lot of that comes from random moustache admirers/hecklers. I don’t mind, so long as it’s polite. People will always point out what is different and, if I’m honest, I get a kick out of it. I think my friends just list random people they consider could be associated with my look – I’ve had everything from Shaft to a Spitfire pilot. It’s all good fun unless you choose to be offended (which I don’t because life is far too short to be cross and moaning all the time).
When looking for clothes, what factors play into your selections?
Need, mainly. I don’t really seek out any clothing unless I’m specifically short on something, like a henley t-shirt or new pair of boots. Most clothes come to me, in that I might stumble across a charity shop find or somebody acquires a shirt or whatever they think I’d like. I don’t really pay full price for anything. For example, I bought some suede chukka boots by Alfred Sargent last year, but only because they were offered to me by a friend who’d found them (in immaculate condition I might add) in a charity shop. I certainly didn’t need the boots but I’ll not turn my nose up at a bargain. I love clothes, though my wardrobe is actually quite capsule. I think there’s nothing worse than just buying willy-nilly and ending up with so much gear you can hardly store it all. This actually diminishes sartorial creativity in my view.
When putting together an outfit combination, do you spend a lot of time considering it?
Not really. I think I know what works and just go with that. I’ll plan more if it’s an occasion outfit but for every day I just grab what I like depending on the weather. Putting together an ensemble can be fun, but I do think if you take too long it becomes fussy and convoluted. If in doubt, take it out.
Most garmsmen will have a few “grail items” in their collection. Not to out you, but if your house is burning, which garments do you grab?
Probably my RM Williams boots. They are Craftsman Yearling, the finest boot RM Williams make in my opinion and they work with almost any outfit. I purchased on eBay nearly a decade ago for about £100. The leather is cracking a tad now but I couldn’t be without them. That said, I wouldn’t burn alive for them either so this better be a fairly mild fire we’re talking about here.
Photo by Ben Bentley
Are you budget-conscious or spendthrift? Are you a single-shot shopper, or go large and buy bulk? Where are you on slow-fashion and buying less?
I’m not spendthrift, even less so if I’m buying for others. If something fits and looks great and I can afford it and need it, I’ll buy it. I do like things that are in a sale or reduced though – it just feels more fun to make that purchase. In this respect, I wish I could support more artisan brands but they are just too rich for my blood. The sad thing is I know that the guys running these places and making these clothes and footwear are just getting by as is. If I was rich I’d probably shop with an eye toward supporting homegrown brands, but as things stand whoever can give me what I want for the best possible price is going to get my money.
Having a large collection of clothes can lead to changing outfit on a daily basis, but if you were going to wear a single outfit the next two weeks, what would it be?
My go to is probably a green ribbed cotton henley (from H&M), Marlboro leather and canvas braces (charity shop), Levi LVC 1878 jeans (eBay) and my RM Williams boots. This outfit suits just about every occasion, unless you want me attending your wedding or something. It’s comfortable to travel, work, socialise and chill in. Simple but effective in my opinion.
What would you never wear?
That’s a tough one. Basically, anything that looks awful on me, so very baggy trousers or jeans (I’m a short-ass), super-tight muscle tees (they are hilarious even if you have the body) and chunky hi-top trainers (love them on other people but I look like a failed hip-hop artist). Oh and baseball caps. Every time I put one on I look like I’m dying of some disease.
Photo by David Wade
What are your best tips for buying?
If you’re talking specifically about buying for my look, either workwear or 70’s inspired, then I’d say eBay, charity shops and vintage fairs. Got to be patient though and realise that, in the main, if you’ve found a bargain, someone else has too. People know their stuff a lot more these days so everyone has their eye out. For basics, I find H&M hard to beat. It’s not the highest quality and sometimes their stores are saturated with desperately on-trend crap, but in general, for easy tees and shirts, they are a goldmine (plus have lots of year-round sales).
Do you have a dream garment you’d love to own?
A few years ago I would have said a Savile Row suit but I think I desired one for the wrong reasons. It was a case of wanting to say I’ve had a suit cut on Savile Row rather than wanting the garment itself. I must admit I have always hankered after a beautifully tailored flared leg suit from the 1970s. I have a couple of off-the-peg examples but I’d love one bespoke. Suits of this era with that distinctive cut, the high waist, flared leg, high double vents and pagoda shoulder are not impossibly hard to find, though ones made from high-quality wool suiting are. Also, I’m a sucker for LVC Levi. I’d buy most of it just to hang on my wall and salivate over.
Anyone that buys clothes will have made mistakes, what is your most memorable bad buy?
Loads! When I used to buy more and think later I grabbed many a mistake. Possibly my worst was a pair of loose Abercrombie & Fitch jeans, from eBay if I remember correctly. Not sure what look I was going for. LA surfer, possibly? Or maybe just asshole. Either way, unsurprisingly, they didn’t work.
Do you have any style icons, historic or current?
Most of the looks I covet are from films so were put together by costume designers rather than the stars in question. Then again, stars and icons had stylists back in the day and they have stylists now. Cary Grant always nailed it. James Coburn could rock the Ivy. Nowadays Sebastian Stan constantly looks interesting without going too bananas (he has a brilliant stylist and an easy to dress bod too, mind). My elderly dad has a wonderfully open love of bright colour, which I admire and is daring for a former market trader from the East End of London. ‘Be more like him’ I often think.
Who are your favourite Instagram profiles?
What you mean apart from @Welldresseddad??? 😉 I like all the sartorial based accounts I follow. Two, in particular, indulge my passion for high-end workwear denim that I can’t afford: @kingchung501 and @vorstenbos. Anyone who doesn’t take it all too seriously, basically.
How do you think trends such as denim and heritage style will evolve and survive? What will be the next big thing?
I think more and more people will get into making their own clothes. We are not there yet, and I certainly don’t presently have the skills, but big picture I feel this will get easier and easier to do in our own home. Sustainability is a big trend and not going anywhere – and really it can’t afford to. Denim especially will go down this route. Like I said we are a way off, but with current textile innovations and online communities, it is coming.
Thank you!
Thank you for your Garmsman Chris!
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The Garmsman Dozen #14: Chris from Great Britain Welcome to the 13th instalment of the "Garmsman Dozen" question and answer session. The response so far has been tremendous.
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heh. @c-l-ford gave me all of the main characters from both Lucifer and Leverage for the character questions thing. This should be interesting. And long.
Lucifer
Lucifer:
do I like them: you betcha!
5 good qualities: he’s clever, he loves his family - much as he tries to deny it, he’s extremely talented at playing the piano, he’s a wonderful model of hedonism being about what’s pleasurable for all and not about a single-minded pursuit of what’s pleasurable for one in disregard for other’s desires, and he actually quite cares about humans and wants them to be good and not make it to hell.
3 bad qualities: he’s more than a tad self-absorbed at times, he is quick to blame/judge others for their failings, and dude often has to make the same mistake many times before learning from it.
favourite episode/etc: A Good Day to Die, 2x13 where he goes to hell to get the formula to save Chloe
otp: Deckerstar
brotp: Lucifer x Amenadiel
ot3: Don’t particularly have one for him. Sexytimes with any 2 ppl he wants, but I don’t really romantically ship him with anyone but Chloe (possible Mazikeen, but not WITH Chloe. and I could see either Linda or Maze as someone for fun sexytimes but not with one another or Chloe involved, so, yea. no ot3 for the dude we often see in 3somes (and moresomes))
notp: Any of his family members - he seems totally grossed out by the idea, himself.
best quote: Don’t have a specific one, but any time he reminds ppl that he has no qualms about the gender of who he has sex with or is attracted to is fantastic.
head canon: Mostly ones that really make me cry if I think about them for too long, having to do with his relationships with his family - particularly his dad. Like, for example, that he was a total daddy’s boy before their falling out and that’s part of why it hurts him so incredibly much.
Chloe Decker:
do I like them: yes ma’am!
5 good qualities: she’s such a good mommy, she is loyal af once she’s let someone into her inner circle, she’s driven af in her career, she is able to maintain a high sense of professionalism while allowing for Lucifer’s quirks as her partner, she’s one of the few ppl not let in on the Big Secret and yet she is still cool with all of these wacky people that have entered her life since meeting Lucifer like whatever these folks are weirdos but they’re my weirdos now.
3 bad qualities: she can be a little bit naive??, she often puts work above personal life stuff which can hurt her relationships and cause her to be a bit strained emotionally, she needs to work on that flirting game if she wants to do undercover work lol
favourite episode/etc: Quid Pro Ho, 2x10 - the trial where she talks about Lucifer’s honesty, etc.
otp: Deckerstar
brotp: Chloe x Maze
ot3: None for her, she’s monogamous.
notp: No major ones, though I’d not particularly enjoy her and Dan getting back together. They work best as friends, I think.
best quote: ugh, I’m bad at specific quotes. probably some snarky thing she said to Lucifer.
head canon: There’s a part of her that does, in fact, believe everything Lucifer tells her about who he and his family really are. She’s just not ready to accept it, yet. Until she’s ready to accept it, there’s nothing he’ll be able to do to prove it to her. But eventually, one day, she’s going to put it all together and just sort of ... know it. Then she’ll have a million questions.
Mazikeen:
do I like them: yea, she’s amazing.
5 good qualities: character development like whoa, she’s totally kick ass, she’d do literally anything for the small handful of folks she cares about, she’s learned to be vulnerable and to value vulnerability in others which is amazing, sexy af.
3 bad qualities: like Lucifer she can be kinda self involved at times, she enjoys the torturing maybe a hair too much, can be really mean without intending to be
favourite episode/etc: Mr and Mrs. Mazikeen Smith, 3x3 - her Canadian adventure
otp: none as of yet
brotp: with Lucifer, obvi
ot3: none as of yet - perhaps Linda and Amenadiel???
notp: no one in particular
best quote: Self worth comes from within, bitches.
head canon: She’s gonna get accepted into heaven some day.
Amenadiel:
do I like them: amen!
5 good qualities: he has learned to be so kind - wow character development!, he loves his family sfm, he finds cues of goodness and forgiveness and worth all around him even at his worst, is driven by a sense of purpose even when he feels lost as to what that purpose may be, hot af
3 bad qualities: can be a bit rigid in his thinking, is still overcoming some of his judgmental stuff, doesn’t always think through the consequences of his actions
favourite episode/etc: also A Good Day to Die - the way he and Lucifer worked together on that was so amazing I love them so much
otp: no one really, though I enjoy his relationships with both Linda and Maze
brotp: with Lucifer of course
ot3: idk with Linda and Maze!!?
notp: with Lucifer/any family, also would be horrified at the thought of him and Chloe
best quote: I don’t have an exact quote for this, but when he was telling Lucifer about the significance of his getting his wings back over and over and how it proves that their Father can forgive anything and how that gives him hope. *tears up*
head canon: He’ll get his own wings and angel powers back once he’s forgiven himself. God never took them away from him...
Linda Martin:
do I like them: Oh yes very much.
5 good qualities: So smart, so funny, so compassionate, so open minded, has some mysterious past that we still don’t know about please tell us Linda!!
3 bad qualities: Uhmmmm.... hmmmm .... I’m sure she has some but none are coming to mind.
favourite episode/etc: Oh, whatever episode it was that she found out the truth - er, probably not that episode because her seeing Lucifer’s true face was the end but the next one where we see her dealing with it all and trying to accept it and accept these supernatural people in her life for who they are. Linda is so amazing u all!
otp: No otp, but I did dig her and Amenadiel’s thing. But not if it’s gonna hurt Maze - which I think they’d both also not wanna do anything to hurt her, so that’s cool. I hope.
brotp: Linda/Mazikeen for sure.
ot3: As said above, her and Amenadiel and Mazikeen together could be interesting?
notp: Her and Lucifer. Like, it was fun when it was a thing but I was a lot more comfortable with them as both friends and client/therapist once they stopped having sex.
best quote: idk - something wise she says to Lucifer during a session most likely.
head canon: I can’t think of any.
Leverage
Nathan Ford:
do I like them: meh
5 good qualities: he hates the rich, he’s incredibly intelligent, he’s protective of his people, he’s wily, he not only thinks six steps ahead but can think on his feet to adjust the plans as necessary
3 bad qualities: he can be selfish af, his character arc was kinda boring to me?, he tends to wallow
favourite episode/etc: I’m gonna be bad at this category for this show because I haven’t watched it recently to remember specific episodes oooops.
otp: with Sophie
brotp: also with Sophie? I feel like they were sort of the two on the same footing with the others being somewhat dependent on them so while they were all a family, he didn’t allow himself to connect as equals with any of the others.
ot3: none
notp: idk who else did ppl ship him with? I can’t picture him with anyone besides his ex and Sophie tbh
best quote: Sophie Devereaux is the finest actress you've ever seen…when she's breaking the law.
head canon: After he and Sophie leave the other 3 to it, he checks in on them from time to time. That is to say - he always knows what they’re up to and how they’re doing and occasionally when they find themselves in a bind, he just sort of shows up out of the blue like “I knew this was gonna end up being a plan M situation, and I didn’t wanna lose Hardison quite yet...”
Sophie Devereaux:
do I like them: She’s alright.
5 good qualities: Elegant af, amazing actress as long as she’s breaking the law, loves her 3 socially awkward children and wants them to do well in life, takes no shit from Nate, has a strangely positive outlook on the world for the kind of work she does.
3 bad qualities: Such a bad actress when she’s on stage, again her character arc wasn’t super interesting to me, and uh IDK what else - she’s mostly pretty fab.
favourite episode/etc: no clue, see above.
otp: With Nate, although honestly I think she could do better??
brotp: With Tara, probs.
ot3: None.
notp: With any of the team other than Nate. It would be weird.
best quote: no clue
head canon: Sophie also checks up on the kids after they leave them to their own devices, but she does it in her own way. She’ll show up to their apartment after a draining job with an organic pizza and some beers and have her feet up in a comfy chair and ask them to come tell her all about it. When they’re having relationship issues, she seems to magically know about it before anyone tells her, and she’ll take them each aside for a lil chat and help them work through whatever is bugging them. Then she slips away before they even have a chance to say goodbye.
Eliot Spencer:
do I like them: Boy, howdy!
5 good qualities: When it counts he is so gentle and kind, has more emotional intelligence than you realize, is ridiculously knowledgeable about a ridiculous amount of things, cranky chef af, loves his adorkable nerd and sweet sociopath and would do anything for them (but would never admit that)
3 bad qualities: Doesn’t communicate that emotional intelligence enough, thinks he’s only good for his brawn :(, can be a lil intolerant and fussy
favourite episode/etc: Can’t think of the name, but the one with the kid that he bonds with and protects? I loved him so much in that one, especially.
otp: none....
brotp: with Hardison, also with Nate I think
ot3: Hardison and Parker, OBVI
notp: never with Nate or Sophie
best quote: hmmm not sure, something about food probs.
head canon: When he snuggles with Parker and Hardison? He’s the little little spoon. Don’t tell me otherwise, I’m not listening!
Alec Hardison:
do I like them: yup!
5 good qualities: so smart, so brave, so open-hearted, so funny, so adorable!
3 bad qualities: does Not like being wrong or making a mistake, can be over-confident at times, can also be overly pessimistic at times
favourite episode/etc: Oh probably the pretzels one. Like he is just so patient and open with Parker. I just ... *tearing up*
otp: with Parker
brotp: with Eliot
ot3: with Parker AND Eliot
notp: no one I can think of actively anti-shipping him with
best quote: The pretzels thing.
head canon: He’s the one who finally brings Eliot in to the relationship with Parker.
Parker:
do I like them: uh yea, she’s only one of my all-time fave characters
5 good qualities: she’s hilarious, she’s been so traumatized and she’s still so open to people like??? she doesn’t know How to connect with ppl but she Wants to so bad???, so fucking competent at everything she does, extreme desire to help others once she’s had a small taste of it, her idea of a great time is jumping off buildings and blowing things up and she is legit confused when she realizes that not everyone likes those things????!
3 bad qualities: nothing. she’s perfect. leave me alone.
favourite episode/etc: ALL of them, IDK, maybe at the end when Nate hands her the reigns it makes the most sense in the world alflgfjfhgskjalhfhgf
otp: with Hardison
brotp: Peggy!! (also Sophie)
ot3: Hardison and Eliot OF Course!
notp: anyone besides those 2 rly because my girl is very unique and emotionally fragile and I can’t have anyone hurting her or abusing her trust or causing her to backslide in her evolution of learning to love people like. no. stay away.
best quote: Everything blows up, silly!
head canon: She loves unicorns and totally believes they’re real. She can’t wait to meet one some day. She knows it’ll happen. The guys probably discuss how to dress up a horse as one to make this happen for her on her birthday at some point. She knows it’s a fake, but she loves them for trying. And she STILL believes in unicorns.
WOW that was fun and only took 2 hours, thanks C! lol
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Rocking Chair
Paradox, conflicts, contradictions and confoundedness sum up mind and life. And so our life has acquired a place where we can find soothe and peace. Well, it is natural that after a tiring work, nevertheless younger’s or elder’s and even aged people, everyone must crave some lonely and me –time. That time will not be utilizable for some work instead would be the most precious and away from work time. And in that case rocking chair would be a great option as its gentle motion and pace make everyone just so happy. Everybody loves to sit in a rocking chair as its periodical motion exaggerates the calmness with moiety outburst of happiness. The classic rocking chair is a commonly underrated item of furniture.
What is a rocking chair?
A rocking chair or rocker is a type of chair that is fitted on the bottom legs and is fitted with two curved bands (also called rocker), which connect the legs on each side. Rocking chairs are most often made of wood and have only two contact points with the floor to allow the occupant to rock back and forth, either by moving his weight or pulling gently on his hands. Most of us associate these chairs with Mom and Pop's fond childhood memories of a slow morning and lazy afternoons. And rightly so, because childcare also requires rocking chairs. New parents use rocking chairs quite often to soothe babies with their soft cradling movements. It may fold some rocking chairs. In many United States airports, rocking seats have taken off. North Carolinas CTL chairs provide daily passengers with a break from contemporary air travel pain. An outline can be made that the rocking chairs are favorites of travels connecting from JFK and other North Eastern points of embarkation.
Rocking Chair plot, history, and design
Infographics Source:- Godby Home Furnishing Found to have used rocking chairs as early as the 1700s. In early 18th century North America it had a touch of success and were simply jury-rigged seats with rockers added to it. A common but historically imprecise theory is that Benjamin Franklin invented rocking chairs. The rocking chair craze had spread to England in 1725 and so on, in most households at the time, wicker rocking chairs had more or less cemented their place as American and English staples. A little over a century later, the first bentwood rocking chair was designed by German craftsman Michael Thonet-a designer piece popular for its grace, beauty, and lightweight. The 1900s saw the rocking chair witnessing several developments. Because of their simplicity and versatility, folding rocking chair models were taking root; families could take them out with little trouble on picnics or long road trips. It isn't uncommon nowadays to see designer rocking chair pieces decorating most families ' homes.
Different types of rocking chair
Now there are some types of rocking chairs. Let us see some of them! Traditional Rocking Chair The classic rocker is in there. It features bent legs that act as the movement with which the chair rocks back and forth. Usually, this style of the rocking chair is the most common type and the most inexpensive. It's also popularly the most robust out of all types, with its time-tested architecture. This type's downsides include its relatively rigid and inflexible nature and its usually large amount of floor space required to be usable. Glider Rocking Chair The second type is the rocker glider. A little more advanced than the conventional rocking chair style, glider rockers use levers and hinges to rock the chair back and forth on a flat plane, as opposed to the traditional arc. These chairs take up less space and are considered more convenient than other rocker styles. However, the glider rocker costs a little more than other types because of its complex design and is more likely to break. Spring Rocking Chair Spring rockers are a bit of a mix of the popular rocking arcing chair and the rocking glider chair. Unlike traditional ones, they rock back and forth but are supported by mounted springs which trigger the rocking motion. The device is a little bit of a complex piece of engineering; most models prefer to hide it under a box at the chair base to prevent unwarranted touch and for esthetic benefit. These types of rocking chairs are durable and at the center of traditional rocker and glider rocker price points. Swivel Rocking Chair Swivel rockers are those who use a mechanism that makes it possible to rock on more than one motion path. This kind of functionality can be applied to glider or spring rockers to enhance their functionality and comfort. As with the other styles, a more complex design brings about the increased comfort and versatility of the swivel rocker. As such, its price and breakage risk is also on the rise. Reclining Rocking Chair The final rocker style worthy of note is the reclining rocker. These rockers, as the name implies, are the ones with functionalities that cause you to recline the chair back. As such this is popular among homeowners who enjoy lounge chairs in particular. Such chairs typically don't require you to concurrently use their rocking and reclining functions; you choose one or the other. That is in the interest of health. The complexity of the design makes this one of the pricier rocking chair types, too. Different varieties are also drawn from their aesthetic types, such as the Victorian, Glam, Church, and Neo-colonial Mid-century. There are also many fabrics to choose from wicker, solid wood, sturdy plastic composites, fabric, and bronze. Rocking chair technology has extended a bit of justice since Whistler's Mother's Day. There are a few basic types of rocking chairs, each of which can be designed to a particular style or built from various materials. Many that rocking chair models include Mission, Danish Traditional, and Plush. Common construction materials include wood, wicker, and PVC, with fabric, leather, or vinyl pads. Also, read:- Best L shape sofa in India Best Sofa Set Design In India
How rocking chairs can have versatile roles to play?
They also have different uses, along with the types of rocking chairs, including nursing a baby or rocking the baby to sleep, sitting on the front porch or backyard patio and even improving mental well-being. Something more can be added too! Nursery Rocking Chair It's important to have one when choosing a rocking chair for your baby's nursery that you can comfortably sit in for long periods. It can take time to nurse or rock a fussy baby to sleep so you'll want a chair that's comfortable for you first. For those who will breastfeed, you may want to make sure that your chair has comfortable armrests that are large enough to carry your arms to the maximum while optimizing positioning. To mothers who want to raise their feet, rocking chairs with footrests can be a great plus. You can take the pressure off the lower back by elevating the feet and help to relieve tension. Another thing the nursery needs to look for is safety in a rocking chair. Most rocking chairs have a poor reputation for pinching curious kids who use it as a playground for jungles. To help avoid this, you should ensure that the chair you are having has a locking mechanism for its glider or reclining feature. You'll also want to know whether the chair is out of control of little fingers and toes with all of its gears and rough edges. Another factor that can make your life easier is finding a chair that has an easy to clean cloth. Micro-fibre is often a popular choice as well as leather since after a spill they can be quickly cleaned off. However, other fibers may be scotch-guarded but be aware of the chemicals in these products which may come into contact with young ones. Patio or Porch Rocking chair You'll want one that offers plenty of back support, comfortable armrests, and smooth rocking motion when choosing a relaxing rocking chair. Choose a chair with a contoured backrest that provides the most relaxation if you're looking for a chair specifically for stress relieving. Some wood types hold up well than others for a covered patio or rocking chair at the porch. Teak, cedar or Brazilian cherry are just a few of the best woods to use. Another choice is a chair made from HDPE timber, a synthetic resin that is sturdy and water and wind-resistant. It's always fun to enjoy somebody else sitting at your door. As we always are concern with our health’s so here’s some health benefits of rocking chair Using a rocking chair has unexpectedly been shown to reduce anxiety and depression in the elderly as well as those suffering from severe forms of dementia. The rocking action has been shown to produce endorphins that can improve the mood of adults and help soothe children. Gasp some of the most popular health benefits in quick panorama rundown: Rocking cuts down anxiety and stressThe motion increases the circulation of blood through the bodyHelps build harmonyRelaxing effect on babiesCould help with back pain
Guidelines for picking up a right rocking chair
Here are some guidelines which will help you to pick up your right rocking chair: The positioning of the rocking chair A rocking chair is a medium-priced affair, which must be explained with a good cause. That said, it is a long term investment and must be treated as such. A rocking chair. Therefore, you should first understand where you place this chair in your house exactly. Will you use the chair inside your house or will you use the chair on the porch outside? Your answer will decide what kind of stroller you should like. This is because the wear and tear of the external weather can not survive every kind of material. Upon agreeing on it, concentrate on building design, material, and climate change adaptation to make it look good all year round. Types of material used It is of the utmost importance to consider the quality and durability of the chair because it is an important factor and indicator. A range of different types of materials is constructed of typical rocking chairs. It covers maple, wood, stone, acrylic, fiber, timber or plant products. Go with wood to make you have the best chair. Compared to plastic or other matter, you can never be wrong about the quality of the wood. Let's address here the various wood types and other components used in the development of a rocking chair. A wide array of wood types, such as softwood, hardwood, timber and processed wood, exist today. Besides leather, the most common type of material used in the design and manufacturing of rocking chairs is bamboo, plastic, and resin. Softwood materials Softwood and pinewood also are known for their inexpensive nature as one of the most common materials used in the making of a rocking chair. Incredible options for chairs outdoors, softwoods like pines don't easily age or temperature. So in any kind of climate and weather, you can use these benches. Softwood, though, must be well looked for. It should be finished in a good time to protect against any kind of weather damage in the long run because it is purchased for outdoor use. You can see fragile wood in the way that it is quickly ripped to sharp objects or scratched. Hardwood materials Hard wooden materials such as oak wood are known for their robust and durable qualities, as a comparatively better alternative than softwood. These can be carefully designed without hassles and live longer than their counterparts in softwood. Unlike softwood furniture, a hardwood chair should be cared for properly, so that its natural weather conditions do not harm it. Hardwood seats cannot easily be dented or scratched, which are very durable and resilient. It makes them perfect in households that hang and carry a lot of children. Teak wood material Teak is likely the longest and best wood material that can be found to produce rocking chairs. Teak is considered to survive any type of weather or handling in contrast to other wooden styles such as hard or softwoods like fir, oak or bamboo. It does not need much care or shielding to shield it from water, dust, and wind and can remain perfectly stable for many years and seasons. It should only be treated and cleaned periodically for maintenance problems. The silver patina coat to the trees should be stopped. HDPE Lumber materials HDPE lumber consists of a certain synthetic resin that can be used to build quality furniture suitable for outdoor use and which is durable. They are rather costly, but they are extremely durable, convenient and spacious and they continue to control the price. Also, HDPE wood furniture is very durable, lasts very long and is easier to maintain than most types. You can just take a damp cloth to brush around the floor if you'd vacuum the room. These rocking chairs are weight-wise, nominal to moderately heavy and therefore also promise great portability. These are also available in a wide range of colors so that these match very well. Size and Height The size of the chair is important as you would not want a humongous chair sitting right in the middle of the hall blocking all passages to any rooms. Nor do you want a chair so small that you question your buying decision and the lack of any children to use this chair. After you have decided on the type of material you will be using to get the chair made and the placement of this chair, you need to fix the size and height of the chair. Generally, rocking chairs have dimensions with the width between 26 inches and 30 inches, height between the range of 37 inches and 45 inches and breadth between 32 inches and 37 inches. The weight of the chair is dependent on the build material and this usually lies between 6 kgs to 20 kgs. Now coming to the height specifications of people, shorter people prefer lower placement of the seats so it will be easier for them to hop in and out of the chair. People with longer and lengthier height will choose a high chair. The weight of the chair depends totally on the construction material and normally ranges from 6 to 20 kg. Now that people have reached the height requirements, shorter people prefer lower seats, so they can easily fly into and out of the chair. For example, people who are longer and longer are likely to choose a high chair. Style and color A rocking chair in grandpa's style has semi-crescent, curving stripes. Since these are the most popular, the design of the wheel is also trendy. Nonetheless, be mindful that the choice for painting wood is restricted to the color of the wood from which it is made. While these are basic styles, plastic molds and HDPE wood types offer you a Rock chair for wood material constructions. Tranquility and comfort Certain aspects of a chair that lead to comfortable chairs have to be weighed, apart from the height, style and construction material. It covers the shortage of upholstery or chair cushioning. Is the chair sufficiently padded? Can it support more than one cushioning type? Please ask these final questions before you finalize your option of the chair.
Top 10 Rocking Chairs In India
Integrating every detailed stuff we have penned down some quintessential rocking chairs from esteemed brands. Here it goes! 1. Forzza Calgary Solid Wood 1 Seater Rocking Chairs (Finish Color - New Chestnut)
Image Source: Flipkart.com This outdoor Forzza Calgary Solid Wood Rocking Chair is charming and inviting built of a durable solid wood and resin wicker. The chair has an attractive look that can work with a variety of wood furniture to create an enjoyable ambiance for your living outdoor area. The linseed oil will coat the chair and help protect the natural solid wood finish. The large plate-glass windows and either metal or concrete are common in contemporary home style. It then decorates in its most creative way with a natural look of wood or stones and some geometrical shapes such as rounds and rectangles that incorporate them with other styles. Also in shape current projects are asymmetrical. Natural lighting is its favorite spotlight and helps it to move through the large windows and sliding doors. This style isn't going into too much depth and ornamentation; it likes simple, flat textures and curves, so with the home itself and landscaping. The room is more communicable at its heart, with wide doorways and open plan interiors which makes sense for this wooden rocking chair to be placed in one corner. And hence it feels this rocking chair has a voguish placid for a contemporary house. PROS: CONS: This rocking chair provides a secure amount of sway which will not tip over.The received product may have minor damage in the wood which is crack. KEY SPECS: Primary material: solid wood Primary material subtype: Rubberwood Primary color: Brown Finish color: new chestnut Finish type: Matte Style: Contemporary and modern Dimensions ( width, height, depth ): 65x120x89 cm Weight: 15.8kg CHECK PRICE ON FLIPKART 2. Urban Ladder Sheesham Wood Solid Wood 1 Seater Rocking Chairs (Finish Color - Teak)
Image Source: Flipkart.com Made from Sheesham wood In 2 finishes. This contemporary rocking chair style features a sleek, modern look and boasts an elegant and relaxed aesthetic that is comparable in parts. The sleek orange-colored polyester cloth upholstery features some additional padding just for that extra bit of comfort while the tufted button style gives it some good aesthetic value. The teak finish is also a nice touch on the strong rosewood frame. All in all, this rocking chair model item is a perfect fit for living rooms or family rooms that might want a comfortable accent chair to make the space a little more vibrant. Craftsman home style having shingled sideways, stone features, overhanging columns, and rafters in open porches with eaves extended and deep gable roof makes it incredibly suitable for this furnished rocking chair. PROS: CONS: Urban Ladder’s rocking chair products are very robust and durable.Avoid keeping materials directly on the woods very hot or very cold; coasters or mats should be used. KEY SPECS: Primary material: solid wood Primary material subtype: Rosewood Primary color: orange Finish color: teak Finish type: matte Style: Contemporary and modern Dimensions ( width, height, depth ): 637x967x1089 cm Weight: 51kg CHECK PRICE ON FLIPKART 3. Vintej Home Sheesham Wood Solid Wood 1 Seater Rocking Chairs (Finish Color - Provincial Teak)
Image Source: Flipkart.com This series of rocking chairs by Vintej Home features a simple, bright, and streamlined look that boasts bot style and longevity. Its cantilever base contains a solid, internal wooden frame, and a bentwood shell core. The said cantilever base allows the chair to function as a rocking chair while maintaining a stable and simple construction. The upholstered fabric is easy to just clean and wash and is simple for the user to maintain. The installation is as simple as the specification, and should not be a concern. Federal colonial home style features simple surfaces with tempered detail that usually come with isolated doors, friezes, and tablets. Therefore, flatter and cleaner façades are of benefit and do not use or should suggest pilasters or pillars are never used. And so it makes a perfect twinning with this bold rocking chair. What do you think of it? PROS: CONS: Provided with footrest.Any spillage should be immediately wiped off with a dry cloth. KEY SPECS: Primary material: solid wood Primary material subtype: Rosewood Primary color: brown Finish color: Provincial teak Finish type: polish Style: Contemporary and modern Dimensions ( width, height, depth ): 457x1041x559 mm Weight: 28kg CHECK PRICE ON FLIPKART 4. DZYN Furniture Solid Wood 1 Seater Rocking Chairs (Finish Color - Multicolor)
Image Source: Flipkart.com This DZYN series of rocking chairs feature a plain, vibrant, and sleek look that boasts versatility and bot style. Its cantilever base contains a solid wood internal frame and a core-shell of bentwood. The said cantilever frame, while retaining a safe and basic structure, helps the chair to act as a rocking chair. The upholstery is made of 100 percent cotton and can be removed for the convenience of the owner-it is easy to just remove and wash. The installation is as straightforward as the specification and should not be concerned. Goes perfectly with Ranch home style. PROS: CONS: Provided with footrest.Wax rub-down is required. KEY SPECS: Primary material: solid wood Primary material subtype: Teak Primary color: Brown Finish color: multicolor Finish type: polish Style: Contemporary and modern Dimensions ( width, height, depth ): 965x965x559 mm Weight: 20kg CHECK PRICE ON FLIPKART 5. DZYN Furniture Solid Wood 1 Seater Rocking Chairs (Finish Color - Brown)
Image Source: Flipkart.com To what all good design aspires is a perfect balance between form and function. This rocking chair by DZYN is quite similar to that. A chrome coated solid base and frame goes incredibly well. The neutral chocolate brown color makes it as versatile as it needs, working with a wide array of types of interior design. This rocking chair's construction and workmanship are sturdy and robust, which is a must since any furniture with moving parts will be subject to some physical duress. This tufted rocking chair is a beautiful, clean addition to any living space at home. A log house is said to be structurally the same as a log cabin, which is a traditional unmilled log house making it voguishly fit for this glossy rocking chair and giving an overall vintage look to the home architecture. PROS: CONS: If the substance seems to lose shine, cleaning the surface with a cloth will help clear the surface of the dust particles.Swinging motion may not be very smooth. KEY SPECS: Primary material: solid woodPrimary material subtype: TeakPrimary color: BrownFinish color: brownFinish type: glossyStyle: Vintage and imperialDimensions ( width, height, depth ): 584x991x965 mmWeight: 20kg CHECK PRICE ON FLIPKART 6. JAI DURGA Solid Wood 1 Seater Rocking Chairs (Finish Color - BROWN)
Image Source: Flipkart.com The Jai Durga Rocking chair is ideal for both indoor and outdoor use, with materials that are sufficiently robust to withstand any outside environment. It is entirely adaptable to any form of body with its unique woven construction and can work very well ergonomically. The design also helps the chair to be breathable so even in more humid or hot environments it works well. A beautiful rocking chair with exquisite detail will make your grandpa pretty happy and proud to have it! This is a great piece of furniture as this is a soothing accessory you can spend hours on! The imaginary wheels give this chair a completely different dimension and charm. Sometimes the features that define a Mediterranean house reflect the landscaping and interior decorations, which are also a great addition to its overall style. The hints for this style are often seen in stucco-built exterior walls and roofs, and the roofs are usually covered with tiles and are sloping. The typical color or shade of walls are white or sunshine neutrals such as salmon, peach or yellow, while the roofs are dark, allowing for a bright and cheerful landscape in which we feel extraordinarily suitable for this chariot, styled rocking chair. PROS: CONS: The chair is handcrafted and polished.Price may be a bit high. KEY SPECS: Primary material: solid woodPrimary material subtype: walnutPrimary color: BrownFinish color: brownFinish type: brownStyle: contemporary and modernDimensions ( width, height, depth ): 610x1118x1092 mmWeight: 25kg CHECK PRICE ON FLIPKART 7. Saffron Art and Craft Sheesham Wood Solid Wood 1 Seater Rocking Chairs (Finish Color - Light Walnut)
Image Source: Flipkart.com This is an elegant and fashionable wooden rocking chair by Saffron Art and Craft. The rocking chair is designed by hand using pure solid wood and comes with convenient leg rest for soothing seating. Provided with tufted upholstery material making it comfortable for you to seat. This specific rocking chair celebrates modern design in the middle of the century and combines numerous retro design elements, giving it truly a classic, vintage aesthetic. The maroon upholstery material taper complements perfectly with a light walnut finishing the deep, wooden frame. This kind of flexible, modern furnishings can be used in a variety of living areas; they go just as easily in a kindergarten as in a living room. Has an impulsive and modern effect for mid-century modern home architecture. PROS: CONS: The chair gives ample comfort.Remove small scratches that may hinder the furniture's finish. KEY SPECS: Primary material: solid woodPrimary material subtype: rosewoodPrimary color: BrownFinish color: light walnutFinish type: brownStyle: contemporary and modernDimensions ( width, height, depth ): 64x117x94 cmWeight: 30kg CHECK PRICE ON FLIPKART 8. Saffron Art and Craft Sheesham Wood Solid Wood 1 Seater Rocking Chairs (Finish Color - Light Walnut)
Image Source: Flipkart.com It is very warming to welcome this elegant rocking chair by saffron art and craft. In this rocking chair, it has a texture that has the added feature of being removable for addition to its style and comfort so it becomes easy to clean and maintain. Flared weapons to a straight back layout with a narrow profile, which is perfect in a bedroom or smaller space for reading. The chair's quirky style suits northwest décor because of the windows, asymmetrical planes, flat or low roof with shingle, overhanging eaves and very little decorations. Other aspects include the use of floor-spreading glass. PROS: CONS: The comfortable armrest is provided.Avoid slipping or moving tabletop items. KEY SPECS: Primary material: solid woodPrimary material subtype: rosewoodPrimary color: BrownFinish color: light walnutFinish type: light walnutStyle: contemporary and modernDimensions ( width, height, depth ): 58x79x81 cmWeight: 22kg CHECK PRICE ON FLIPKART 9. CRUZ INTERNATIONAL Solid Wood 1 Seater Rocking Chairs (Finish Color - BROWN)
Image Source: Flipkart.com This is a strong and sturdy rocking chair made of aged wood and an iron cast structure by CRUZ International. The back of the chair is also wooden and acts as back massagers to alleviate pain in the back. It is fully portable and easy to decommission with the foldable seat of the rocking chair. The chair has a comfortable arm and leg rest so that you can keep your posture relaxed. This trendy rocker designed to fit into the house is long-lasting and lightweight enough to fit into smaller room space. The chair has a wide range of materials for you to choose which one best suits your own style. Prairie architecture has horizontal lines, hip or flat roof with wide overshadowing eaves or deck, horizontal belt windows and is typically compound by nature, handicraft, sturdy frame and ornamentation making it impeccable for this rocking chair. PROS: CONS: Robust and sturdy so that you can use it for a long time.Needs to be assembled. KEY SPECS: Primary material: solid woodPrimary material subtype: wrought ironPrimary color: BrownFinish color: brownFinish type: polishedStyle: contemporary and modernDimensions ( width, height, depth ): 610x1140x610 mmWeight: 10kg CHECK PRICE ON FLIPKART 10. Allie Wood Sheesham Wood Solid Wood 1 Seater Rocking Chairs (Finish Color - Walnut Finish)
Image Source: Flipkart.com This piece is another very unusual rocking chair by Allie wood, built that draws inspiration from the vintage car interior of the seventies and eighties. This lovely chair is made of wooden material. It will give you comfort while sitting on it, having a pattern of beach chairs. This chair is made of a slightly curved design and a natural Polish red mahogany. Give it your hands on the side and then let it rest. The base is made of solid wood, covered in chocolate brown and molded into plain yet striking arches. We do come with decorative felt stripes at the bottom of the rockers to cover the floors. A polyester and cotton mix with a glossy turquoise finish is the seat itself. The all-in-all chair is a sleek and elegant item with great interior styling. Perfect for a shingle style house. PROS: CONS: It comes with comfortable cushions.Needs to be assembled.Portable and easy to dismantle. KEY SPECS: Primary material: solid woodPrimary material subtype: rosewoodPrimary color: BrownFinish color: walnut finishFinish type: brown finishStyle: contemporary and modernDimensions ( width, height, depth ): 1016x457x1016 mmWeight: 5kg CHECK PRICE ON FLIPKART
CONCLUSION
When you think about a rocking chair, you remember those bygone times when your grandparents used to be amazed by interesting stories as you rocked gently. Or the picture of a new mother who softly sleeps her infant while trying to catch any winks. Keeping all this in mind and to make those beautiful memories with your close ones you need to have a sturdy and robust rocking chair. Hope you have liked the article, if you have loved it then do share it and give a hit button. Share the article as much as can as it will help others to decide before buying a rocking chair. That’s all from us. Stay fashionable! Read the full article
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Finally: Four technologies that eliminate shoelace-tying
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It’s time for shoelaces to go.
Now, you might think I’m crazy to say that (even more than usual). You might, like my wife, consider shoelaces to be the international winner of the First-World Problems Pageant. You might wonder why there’s an entire industry of products designed to replace shoelaces.
But the fact that that these products exist tells you that I’m not alone. That millions of people consider shoelaces to be a time-consuming, fussy, antique technology.
Shoelaces come undone, they drag in the mud, they get filthy, they flop into escalators and injure people. Thousands of people struggle to tie them at all—the very young, the very old, and the disabled. Every time you double-knot a kid’s shoes to stay tied, a little voice should tell you that something’s wrong with that design.
So this week, I dug into four of those shoelace-replacement technologies. (There are many more, but most follow the same design principles as these four.) And I’m happy to report that, 925 words from now, you’ll know exactly what to buy so that you, too, can abandon the crude, clumsy, centuries-old practice of tying and untying shoes.
Lace Anchors
$12 buys you six tiny plastic tabs (enough for three pairs of shoes), each pierced with three holes. To install them, you’re supposed to re-route your existing laces so that they enter the topmost shoelace holes from the outside. Then, using an in/out/around pathway, you fasten the lace to the plastic tab on the inside of your shoe. You’ll wind up watching the installation video a few times.
The Lace Anchors sit inside the shoe, holding the lace tight.
Once you’ve fastened the lace exactly to your preferred tension, you’re supposed to cut off the remaining six inches (or whatever) of lace.
Supposedly, your shoes are now slip-ons. The laces are locked forever at the tension you’ve selected, so you never have to tie them again.
The first time I tried them on my running shoes, they were secure, but they didn’t feel secure, because there was no longer a lace crossing the tongue. The tongue flopped out like a golden retriever’s. It looked and felt sloppy.
With no lace across the top, the tongues kind of flapped around.
I left a question on the company’s website; no response.
Finally, I thought: Maybe I should lace all the way up to the rarely-used top hole, the one that’s nearly at your ankle.
That method solved the floppy-tongue problem, but now there was another issue: There’s no one tension that makes your shoes both secure on your feet and easy to get in and out of.
It makes sense if you think about it: One of the few virtues of laces is that you can make the shoe tight or loose on command, so you can get your feet in and out. Lace Anchors eliminate the option to loosen up your shoes, so getting them on becomes a struggle.
Hickies
I’m not entirely clear on why these shoelace replacements are named after the red mark you get when someone bites your skin or sucks hard. Not sure that’s the association I’d want with my product.
Anyway, Hickies, available in a range of colors ($18 a set), are rubber straps that loop through your shoelace holes and clasp shut. Once they’re installed, the thought goes, the “give” of the elastic makes it easy to slip your shoes on and off.
Hickies are rubber loops, kept closed by pushing a hard plastic nub through a “buttonhole.”
It’s a nice idea. The problem is that they’re all the same length. On my shoes, that means that the bottom holes wind up too loose. I wouldn’t want to run in them.
On the Hickies site, various diagrams show how you can thread the loops diagonally, rather than horizontally, to make them looser or tighter. With experimentation, you can probably find an arrangement that works, but it’s a fussy process.
Some of the various Hickes “lacing” styles to adjust tightness or looseness.
Zubits
Zubits are magnets. You install them by threading your laces through them.
At that point, after some fluffing and adjustment, you can fasten your shoes just by bringing the faces of the magnets together. You can buy them in three strengths (think Kids, Normal, and Extreme Sports); I found that the normal ones (strength 2) held incredibly firmly through walking, running, and silly fake dance routines.
Zubits snap together with powerful, directed magnets.
And yet—to get them off, you just step on your shoe’s heel and step out. The Zubits pop instantly and helplessly apart. Because the stepping-forward business stresses the bond at an angle, they give up their grip without so much as a whimper.
The ingenious part of the design is that all the magnetic force is on the connecting surfaces of the magnets. The rest of these metal blocks aren’t magnetic. They don’t, for example, attract paper clips as you walk through the office.
I love these guys, for one simple reason: they replace the tying business without replacing the open/shut cycle. In other words, you’re not locking your shoes into one tension, as with the Lace Anchors; you’re bringing the two sides of the shoe together just as you do when tying them. Except you’re doing it with a single, satisfying click!
The downside of the Zubits is that they look a little funny. They scream, “I’ve replaced shoelaces with technology!” And, at $22, they’re not cheap.
Zubits come in a range of colors. (So do all of these products, actually.)
But they work beautifully, and they’re super fun to snap together and apart. I can think of many preschoolers, in particular, who’d be delighted with Zubits.
Lock Laces
Lock Laces replace your existing laces with elastic ones, which you secure at the top with a sliding spring-loaded clip.
LaceLocks replace your laces with elastic ones.
I wasn’t expecting much; at $8, these are the least expensive solution I could find. But this solution works perfectly. You can get more slack to put in your foot, and then briskly snug the shoe up with the clip.
To open or close the LaceLocks, you press the spring-loaded clasp and slide it along the laces.
Better yet, the feeling of a LaceLocked running shoe is amazing. The embrace of your foot isn’t rigid, as with regular laces; there’s a certain flexibility, a sort of breathing as your foot moves. It feels great, and yet the shoe remains incredibly secure all the way down your foot.
Back to the Future
“Back to the Future II,” of course, exhibited a fantasy of the ultimate self-tying shoe:
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Nike (NKE) later rose to the challenge by creating limited-edition pairs of the real-world Nike Air Mags in 2016, which came pretty close to the “Back to the Future” ideal: Step in, and the straps mechanically clinch. (Nike auctioned off the 89 pairs to benefit the Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson’s Research.)
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Nike says that it will continue to work on the self-tying shoe concept. In the meantime, I recommend the LaceLocks or the Zubits. OK?
Now that that’s taken care of, it’s time to move on to solving the next most pressing problems: the TV remote being too far away, your wallet being too full, and running out of ketchup packets for your fries.
More from David Pogue:
iOS 11 review: 99 hits, 1 miss
iPhone 8 reviewed: Nice, but nothing to buzz about
How Apple envisions life without a Home button
The $999, eyebrow-raising iPhone X: David Pogue’s hands-on review
iOS11 is about to arrive — here’s what’s in it
MacOS High Sierra comes this fall—and brings these 23 features
T-Mobile COO: Why we make investments like free Netflix that ‘seem crazy’
How Apple’s iPhone has improved since its 2007 debut
David Pogue, tech columnist for Yahoo Finance, is the author of “iPhone: The Missing Manual.” He welcomes nontoxic comments in the comments section below. On the web, he’s davidpogue.com. On Twitter, he’s @pogue. On email, he’s [email protected]. You can read all his articles here, or you can sign up to get his columns by email.
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5 Reasons Attachment Parenting is Great for a Fussy Baby
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Attachment parenting is an approach to parenting that focuses on building a close bond, or attachment, with your baby. Although this sounds like something most mothers would be concerned with, attachment parenting is a far cry from mainstream parenting and often dismissed as ‘alternative’ or ‘hippy’ with no evidence base. This is of course not true, and the ways in which attachment parenting suggests you build the bond between you and your child are scientifically proven to benefit both parent and child. The importance of these early relationships are well researched, and can determine how well we deal with stress, establish meaningful relationships, and how vulnerable we are to depression and anxiety.
The principles of attachment parenting promote bonding with any baby, but this bonding may be extra important for fussy babies who seem to rely on their mother that little bit more for security and comfort. Here are 5 attachment parenting principles that may benefit your fussy baby.
1. Baby wearing
Wearing your baby is perhaps the thing most people associate with the concept of attachment parenting. There are lots of benefits to carrying your baby in a sling. One of these is that it reminds babies of being in the womb and can make them feels safe and secure. They can hear your heartbeat and feel your breathing. Whilst you may get the same effect from holding and cuddling your baby, carrying them in a sling allows you to get on with things while baby still benefits from cuddles and closeness. Many fussy babies do not tolerate being put down or being away from mummy at all. As a mother of a fussy baby, the frustration at never being able to do anything can quickly build up. Wearing your baby in a sling bypasses the frustration and benefits both mum and baby.
2. Co-sleeping
Fussy babies can be notoriously bad sleepers. They also don’t seem to respond to the sleeping tips and tricks we are bombarded with in modern society. One of the problems is usually that fussy babies do not like being put down or left alone. This is where co-sleeping come in handy. The benefits of co-sleeping are numerous to any baby but perhaps even more so for a fussy baby. Being close to mummy all night will soothe your child and can help them sleep better. Since young babies can’t self soothe, and fussy babies in particular seem to struggle with this, a mother’s presence can work miracles. Always make sure you are aware of safe co-sleeping guidelines and that you adhere to these.
3. Breastfeeding
Breastfeeding is another main pinnacle of attachment parenting. The benefits of breastfeeding are no secret. But some of these benefits can be extra helpful when dealing with fussy babies. Just remember all you have heard about how soothing this interaction can be both for mother and baby. Breastfeeding can both nourish and soothe your baby. Itis also a great tool for bonding with your baby and provides an opportunity for closeness and skin to skin contact.
4. Being baby led
Attachment parenting is all about tuning in to your baby and follow their lead. With a fussy baby this can be really difficult sometimes and having some guidance on this can be helpful. Since these babies can change their preferences and moods within minutes, having set routines and rigid ideas of what the day will look like or how well behaved your child will be are rarely helpful. With fussy babies there can be a great need to just take it as it comes, and being baby led becomes extra important.
5. Bonding
Attachment parenting is all about promoting the close bond between mother (and father) and baby. This starts with the bonding right after birth, but carries on throughout baby hood. Bonding can be challenging with a fussy baby, and you may find the need to create as many opportunities you can for this interaction.Applying attachment parenting principles, such as breastfeeding, babywearing and co-sleeping, can be a helpful start.
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What They Don’t Tell You About Getting Dressed in the Winter
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What They Don’t Tell You About Getting Dressed in the Winter
Every winter I think to myself that finally, this is going to be the season that I turn things around, that I figure out how to look chic through the winter. I am so hell-bent on figuring it out that I maintain zero qualms or hesitations about using the word “chic.” I flip through the lookbooks that land in my inbox and the runway photos that populate Vogue Runway and think to myself: Why did I give up last winter? There are so many great options out there! Just look at those silk pants, that trench coat — and what about that dress? This is it, Leandra. This is the season that we finally turn things around!
But it never sticks. I always forget until it’s freezing again that there is really no way around it. Dressing “well” in the winter (if, you know, you don’t work from home in satin kitten heels or a silk towel and you’re the kind of person who commutes to work by foot or public transport) is impossible. If this does not ring true for you, you must not live in a city like New York, which is a town remarkably distinct about its disdain for practical dressing. It has the ability to make you feel guilty for wearing snow boots!
Now that I am pregnant, the impossibility of dressing well through the winter is even more obvious, because I have thus inoculated myself from the expectations of getting dressed at all. No, not dressed: ~DreSsEd!!!!!~ These days, I’m good for a pair of stretchy pants and a huge sweater, thick-ass socks and either a snow boot or sneakers and this — practical dressing — has really shone a light on all the things I never realized about the clothes I used to buy, but never actually wear, for winter. Here is a comprehensive list of those myths.
Here’s the problem: They don’t fit under coats. And particularly considering the trend wave we’re riding now, how the hell is a pair of sleeves bigger than two basketballs supposed to comfortably nestle themselves inside the armholes of a jacket. Can they? Should you expect them to? Don’t you worry about what will happen to the top if they’re smashed into a coat for too long?
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Blazers obliterate my intentions once again: no matter how thin or thick, they just don’t fit inside winter coats. Sure, you can feign it, but it’s painful in that your mobility is severely compromised. You can barely bring your arm up to your face when you’re wearing a rigid layer under a coat. Also, I wonder, what’s the point of wearing a great blazer if no one, yourself included, can see it?
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There is a particular ratio ideally struck between a coat, whatever is covering your bottom half, and your shoes. Unfortunately, super long coats look awkward with midlength dresses or skirts if they’re not the same length, and where fabrics are concerned, the heaviness of your coat is disproportionate to the flimsiness of your skirt or dress. Short coats don’t keep your ass warm.
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Static, static, static. Have you ever tried to wear recreational non-pajama pajama pants with a sweater on a cold winter day? Follow up question if the answer is yes: Did all of the electric shocks incurred by the fabric combo light up your town?
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Camp socks? No. Flimsy socks? But will your foot stay in the pump?
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Cool in theory, but painful in action, particularly because the floors are always moist and your toes will get wet.
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The truth is it’s a pain in the ass to get to wherever you are headed in fussy pants and heels and the floor is never dry. Your skin and lips and cuticles are — but the ground? Moist as can be, so the bottoms of those pants will get fuq’d. And you might slip.
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So true in theory, but thick sweaters don’t tuck into high-waist jeans. They’re too thick. You can fake it, but it’s never the same as a tried and true, solid tuck.
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What’s more elegant than a lady in a bell coat, holding her purse close to her heart? A reasonable question, but the answer is: avoiding hypothermia. You need your hands in your pockets lest you lose your fingers to the cold.
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“The most interesting people you’ll find are ones that don’t fit into your average cardboard box. They’ll make what they need, they’ll make their own boxes” - Dr. Temple Grandin
Hello World,
There is a saying, that goes if you’ve met one person with autism, you have met ONE person with autism. I rather think that its clever in the way that it subverts and distorts the popular phrase of meeting one type of person means you've met them all. I also feel like it’s probabbly true.
I was diagnosed with a High Functioning Autism Spectrum Disorder This year, it is likely I have had it all my life and looking back it explained so many things to me, it gave a reason. Not an excuse, but a reason for why things were so weird to me.
I never understood eye contact, or how you could simply walk up to someone and say hi without that being weird... in all honesty I still don’t. I would curl up into a ball and scream when people asked me to decide and frankly I’ve always been considered a weirdo. So instead of trying to claim these things are all due to autism I’m simply going to relay the things that were always a bit odd about me... and reflect on it here.
I am rigid, now not the kind of rigid you’d expect, but it's very hard to convince me of something, make me change my ways, or even convince me something isn't true if I believe it. Yet at the same time if I don`t know you, I may or may not be willing to listen to your advice and I may even find myself repeating it. I do that a lot actually, I like reference jokes and dad jokes because they're simple. Everything I say seems to come across in a tone that makes me sound like an asshole or like I know it all but I certainly do not know everything I barely know anything, and what I do know might not be true. I suppose I have difficulty... in figuring out what is or isn't factual since despite understanding things are not black and white, I still want them to be. So because of how I articulate things, I seem normal but just an asshole.
Sometimes I find myself overtly obsessed with keeping order or organization of things, niche things... real tangible things rarely find their way into that sphere, It kind of confuses people a lot of the time. It confuses me to. But some things feel right even if I couldn't tell you why exactly. I’m also very protective of the things I like... I make fun of them because i love them, but others doing it is iffy at best. Often I suppose I’m a hypocrite in ways that I don`t even realize.
To an extent semantics and proper usage of terms is a need for me, not to grammar Nazi levels of course, but, just in general. I also tend to connect widely different topics together in a string like a Wikipedia hyperlink game... I have always done that, I consider it a skill. much like the semantics I mentioned.
When it comes to fantasy or sci-fi, or anything creative, things need to make sense, If I’m part of the creative process it has to logically fit in somehow, even if its ludicrous... I am very stubborn about this and it makes role-playing, something I do non erotically as you know, pretty hard to deal with. 0
In some ways I feel like I adopt popular opinions, just because they're popular, unless they go against my own moral code... I’m not entirely sure why I do this, but it's not hard to tell, I’m often called out for it and it often leaves me feeling perplexed, I guess in a way I think it will help me relate to other people more?
Which is hard enough when the way people interact Doesn’t really make sense to me, hazing and that kinda thing, I do not understand it. I've always been very literal, I’m not good with nuance or really reading social cues, top that with anxiety and it makes life a mess to navigate. Sometimes I find myself in fights I never wanted to have... in fact conflict follows me wherever I go. Possibly because I see things differently, maybe not better, though I may act like it, but my perspective Doesn’t often line up with others, even other autistic individuals like myself... It’s difficult to really tell. Sometimes I just don’t understand why people do the things they do or believe what they do, and its with almost everyone I meet. I think I've had trouble socializing for as long as I can remember, people always get annoyed or mad at me and Sometimes I honestly have trouble understanding why. I feel bad but also mad when $#!7 like that happens.
I’m brain smart, not life smart. I can tell you plenty of useless facts, facts that are interesting to me...but to others are simply drivel, it makes me sad, Along the same lines I find myself struggling with even the most mundane of tasks, hygiene, changing clothes, doing laundry, making dinner on time, you name it and having ADHD on top of it doesn’t help either.
I`m very particular about a number of things, fussy, wouldn't even let my food touch as a kid. I feel a constant longing for stability and planning, fear change and suddenness yet at the same time become depressed if things are too...well stationary. If things don’t change if I’m doing the same thing without any difference it irks me... yet with other things I can never get tired of. I really like cartoons, and I love animals, I love things of both genders stereotypes... I’m an oddball... and I love it. I also have my version of time-frames, jokingly called Mark Unstandard Time, I remember things almost too exactly sometimes and forget other things fast. I have my understanding of the definitions of words, and apparently I’m really good at writing essays. Yet even among other spectrum i feel alone... I feel alike finally I have a reason to understand why I’m like this... even if i haven’t mentioned everything here. That`s why I like typing and writing these things, helps me put thoughts together clearly, at least to me. Explaining things and having things explained has never been my strong suit.
But Hey At Least I'm Trying Right? Mjax Majoran
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Awakenings - Book Six - Chapter 5
The world ended on an August Sunday. This is the story of some of those who survived the end of everything.
Five
I was awake when Cameron returned, his horse in a lather and his face as white as the moon that hung above. My son was fussy, refusing to sleep despite a full belly and a clean diaper, so I’d gotten up to walk with him out in the cool evening air. A summer storm had rolled through the previous evening and humidity had faded considerably in its wake, leaving behind a pleasant night and a sky full of stars—and a nearly full moon that hung in the sky, granting more light than usual.
I’d had an eerie feeling staring up at that moon, though I’d tried to chalk it up to the news that Phelan, J.T., and my brother had brought to my attention—despite their efforts to do otherwise. They’d only meant to tell Thom, but they should have known that just telling Thom would prove impossible—as it had.
And now, here was Cameron and there was I, standing near the watchtower as the Huntsmen on watch opened the gate to let him inside. His eyes lit on me as he threw himself from the saddle, breathing hard, stumbling a few steps before he caught his balance.
“Marin! Thank god. Is everyone okay? Is Neve okay?”
I reached with one arm to steady him, my son cradled in a wrap tied around my torso. He shifted with a soft whimper as Cameron started to catch his breath, straightening, steadying. Cameron stared at me, his face still pale. One of the Huntsmen came to take his horse. I ignored them, focusing on his face, on the fear and wildness in his eyes.
“We’re fine,” I said carefully. “What happened to you?”
He gulped in air like a man drowning, shaking his head quickly. “I—you—I need to see her.”
“Neve?”
He nodded hard. My brows knit.
“Are you all right?”
“No,” he said, starting to walk past me. “No. Not at all.”
“Cameron.” I spun, moving to follow him. He was already three strides past me and moving fast.
What the hell has him so spooked?
“Cameron!”
He stopped the second time I called his name, body rigid but trembling from head to toe. He turned slowly to face me, his eyes wide and haunted. “Please, Mar,” he said, his voice weak. “I have to make sure she’s okay.”
“She’s fine,” I told him. “Why wouldn’t she be?”
“I just have to see it for myself. Please. I’ll meet you by the fire in ten minutes. Just let me do this.”
“All right, all right.” I bit my lip, swallowing hard. He gave me a weak nod.
“Thank you.”
He broke into a run once he’d gotten two steps beyond me.
“Should you have let him go like that?” Rory asked a moment later as he stopped to stand behind my shoulder. I grimaced, wrapping my arms around my son. Little Lin made a quiet sound, shifting in the wrap where I carried him against my chest.
“You think I should have stopped him?”
“Marin, what just happened was really weird.”
My lips thinned. “I know. But I trust him and I definitely understand his reaction to whatever the hell happened out there. If I were him, I’d want to see Neve, too. If it was me, I’d want to see Thom.”
“I guess I can understand that.” Rory stared in the direction Cameron had gone. “Want me to wake anyone?”
I hesitated for a moment before I shook my head. “No. I’ll handle this.”
Feels like that’s what it comes down to sometimes anyway.
“Do you want me to come?”
“Stay on watch,” I said. “Just in case.”
Rory nodded. He squeezed my shoulder before he headed back to the wall. The gates were closed and barred now. Everything was quiet.
How long it would stay that way remained to be seen.
I went to the fire to wait and Rory returned to his watch post up on the wall with a few members of the Wild Hunt, alert for any trouble that may have trailed Cameron home. What that trouble might have been, though—that was still an unknown, would be an unknown until Cameron came to the fire and spilled his guts.
There was no doubt in my mind that he would, too.
It was actually more like twenty minutes before Cameron appeared, still seeming shaken but a little less than he had been before. He sat down next to me by the fire and said nothing for a few long minutes. I let him have his silence, instead unwrapping the carrying sling that held my newborn against my chest. Cameron watched me, his lips pressed tightly together.
Finally, he exhaled quietly and spoke.
“Leviathan waylaid me on the road. He gave me a message to pass along—a message and a warning.” He hesitated, then asked, “Is she here?”
My stomach dropped. “Is who here?”
“Hecate,” Cameron said. “Is she here, Marin? Was he right?”
How the hell does he know that?
Something told me neither my brother nor his wife would be very happy to hear that particular bit of news.
I nodded slowly. He cursed under his breath.
“What changed? She—I thought—I thought she wanted us all dead or worse. Her creatures almost killed me.”
“It’s complicated,” I murmured. “But at her core, I don’t think she’s a bad person. She just had the shit kicked out of her one too many times and snapped.”
“By Phelan and Teague and Seamus?” All of the blood had drained from Cameron’s face; he was ashen, almost waxy. I swore under my breath.
“No, no,” I said, heart hammering. “No, they were just some of the people she got aimed at. No, Cam. Shit happened to her and it broke her mentally and she’s been searching for centuries for something to make her whole again. She thought Phelan and the rest were a means to that end. They weren’t, not really, but she was jacked up enough to fool herself into thinking they were.”
He shook his head, mute for a moment. His hands tightened into fists.
“Her creatures almost killed me,” he murmured. “They attacked Neve and I on the road.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
He stared at me for a long moment. “Leviathan still wants her to fight at his side. He said not to get in his way. She knows what he wants.” He swallowed hard and looked toward the fire. “I think we’re really screwed this time, Marin. I really, really do.”
For a few minutes, I couldn’t speak. Words wouldn’t come and I struggled to process what Cameron had just said. What was that supposed to mean—what did Leviathan’s warning actually mean for us?
Nothing good. That’s for certain. My lips thinned. Cameron’s jaw tightened as he watched me, as if he could somehow sense what I was thinking.
He stayed silent, his gaze straying from me and to the fire. I swallowed hard, suddenly very conscious of the weight of little Thomas Merlin in my arms.
There was far more at stake now than there ever had been before—at least for me there was.
“What else did he say?” I asked.
Cameron hesitated. I looked at him sharply.
“Cam.”
“He told me that he’d offered her a place at his side—her and her lover. He wants the world and he’ll do anything to get it. We’re either with him or we’re against him.” Cameron’s hands tightened into fists against his knees as he stared into the fire again. “I don’t know which is worse,” he said. “Everything else we’ve faced or possibly joining forces with that bastard.”
“It won’t come to that,” I said, my stomach feeling hollow even as the words passed my lips. “We’ll find a way. We always do. I’m sure they had a plan before they came here.”
“Who?”
“Matt and Hecate,” I said, lurching to my feet, clutching my son against my chest. He gave a soft whimper and I realized exactly how hard I was hanging onto him. A soft curse escaped my lips and I loosened my hold, cradling him against my shoulder. “Hell, it’s the middle of the night,” I said. “It’s the middle of the night and I’m about to go storming in there with bad news.”
Cameron looked up and held my gaze for a long moment. “It can probably wait until morning.”
“Can it?”
He inclined his head. “We can only hope.”
Grimly, I nodded, sitting back down next to him.
There would be no more sleep for me that night.
As the first rays of dawn kissed the ruined buildings and the trees, I went to my brother’s door. My son had finally fallen asleep, but I hadn’t put him to bed, instead keeping him with me. In truth, that was partly for me because holding him was comforting but also a bit for him and Thom, since I was afraid that if I set him down, he would wake up.
Everything was quiet. Cameron had gone to bed after the first hour. He promised me he would tell Thom and everyone else in the morning so I wouldn’t have to.
I had the harder part of the task anyway.
There was no hesitation before I knocked, I’d worked all of the anticipation out of my system before coming. Silence met me and I waited for a few moments, allowing what I thought was enough time for Matt to get out of bed in case I’d woken him. I probably had.
I had to knock and wait a second time before Matt opened the door and peeked out, blinking blearily at me.
“Mar? What time is it?”
“Ridiculously early, but this can’t wait.”
His brow furrowed and he opened the door a little wider, starting to step outside. I shook my head.
“I need to talk to both of you,” I said.
Blood drained from his face and he stood there staring at me, lips parted as if to speak, but no sound came out.
“Matt.”
He jerked at the sound of the voice behind him, twisting to look back over his shoulder, back toward the bed. “It’s Marin.”
I could hear the bed creak and my brother abruptly abandoned the door, heading back inside. I waited only a bare second before I slipped in behind him.
“It’s all right, lie back down,” Matt murmured. “Whatever it is can wait a little longer.”
“The look on her face says otherwise.” Hecate gazed at me from the bed, her eyes holding mine. She was gaunt, almost frail-looking, swaying slightly as she fought to sit up even as my brother tried to ease her back down to the pillows and tangled covers. A little blood was seeping onto the old T-shirt she was sleeping in; either she’d ripped some stitches or the wound was worse than I’d been told. Two pairs of thin braids held otherwise wild hair back from her pale, heart-shaped face, her expression slack but somehow worried.
My breath caught for a moment. A memory surfaced, one that was not my own, a girl with her face staring at Cíar from a crowd, sadness and pain in her pale-eyed gaze. I as Brighíd had blinked and she was gone but somehow had that memory, that second, brief though it was, lingered in my soul strong enough for me to recall lifetimes later.
“I’m sorry about the circumstances,” I said quietly. “Usually I wouldn’t barge in like this.”
“Something bad’s happened,” Hecate said quietly. “Otherwise you would have let us sleep. What is it? What’s coming?”
“Nothing yet.” My gaze flicked toward Matt, who sank down onto the bed next to Hecate. I sucked in a breath and looked back to her. “But it’s only a matter of time before Leviathan shows up and demands your answer.”
I watched panic set in, what little color that was still in her face leeched away, her eyes growing wide. She groped for my brother, who wrapped his arms around her in a protective, sheltering embrace.
My heart ached.
This wasn’t what I wanted, what I’d hoped it would be. I’d hoped for better—for them, for all of us. It wasn’t fair.
But then, I’d begun to realize that life rarely was.
Awakenings is a fiction serial written by Erin M. Klitzke. It updates three times a week at http://awakenings.embklitzke.com. Full chapters will be released here on Tumblr once a week.
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Bit of a rant. Maybe?
Recently my amazing coworkers have been talking about celebrity crushes. And I’ve been finding it really tricky to think of famous women (from tv/movies/famous bands etc) that I have a “crush on”
All my coworkers are solely attracted to men and I am pan with a strong preference to women and people who are gender nonconforming/non-binary.
My difficulty in thinking up celebrities that I'm attracted to has lead them to joke that I’m fussy.
It’s taken me a few weeks to realise that I’m not fussy at all!
- I find real women that I interact with in actual real ways attractive every day. I can't get on the train, or walk to work, or do my weekly food shop without seeing heart stoppingly beautiful women.
The problem I have thinking up famous women that make me weak at the knees is that the type of media that produce that house-hold-name kind of famous doesn’t really cater to me and my gay needs. The things that attract me to particular women are very broad and very flexible yet still aren't easy to find outside of "self made" celebrities who have a name for themselves on the Internet by producing their own content.
So things that make me (a clueless idiot who's head is in the clouds most of the time) sit up and take notice of someone include but are in no way exclusive are:
- I like people who are fat - around my size and larger. Even if their body is very different to mine. This isn't to say that women who weigh less than me or are smaller than me don't make me get those gay feelings, it's just something I've noticed about the people I think are cute.
- I like people who are friendly - kindness is the Most Important thing to me. Ever. If you’re polite and sweet even when you’re in a rush I’ll be thinking about you for the rest of the day.
- I like physically strong women. Women who look like they could overpower me are amazing. They could probably carry so many dogs to safety in an emergency!
- I like people who are obviously queer. Not to say girly-girls aren't cute as heck. They are. All girls are cute. Write that down.
- I like people who wear cute clothes/have a fun fashion sense. Even if you’re dressed for work if you have a cute bracelet/a cute bag etc I’ll notice it and think you look lovely.
The things I don't like in women is a shorter but more rigid list.
I don't like people who are mean. Even in a joking way. The odd cheeky joke is fine, especially if it's aimed at me or yourself but if you try to make me laugh at another persons expense I will always think poorly of you. I don't think that kind of sassy/brutally honest/telling it like it is humour is funny at all. You don't need to fake being sweet. But don't be a dick for laughs.
I thought this list would be longer. But honestly that's it. If I feel like I have a good connection with someone. I honestly don't care about anything else.
Basically media has very few fat women in roles that aren't joke roles where they're mean and abrasive. And they certainly have very few fat queer women who are sweet and bubbly.
Yet I can think of so so SO many women I meet on a daily basis who are just those things and more.
And THATS why I can think of very few mainstream female celebrities I'm attracted to.
Or maybe I just don't consume the right type of media content?
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