#this isn't something i feel comfortable doing 'first result in the search engine that isn't wikipedia'

[dcxdpdabbles]

I am feral for fake dating au and alley boyfriends goes so hard, I am on my hands and knees begging for a part 3

Tim's afternoon meeting gets canceled due to three of the members coming down with the flu. Usually, he would have just sent them a recording of what they missed, but since the three were presenting and the meeting was meant to be with the five department heads, he feels it would be best to reschedule.

There was only so much HR could report to him, after all. This meant he had the entire afternoon off.

Tim usually uses the free time he finds himself with to get a head start on other work. Maybe even some crake some cases. But today, he knew Danny was off from his job. His roommate was likely at home watching that new show he really got into.

Last night, he explained the entire plot over their dinner- Danny came from one of those families that always ate dinner at the same time- and went as far as to reveal fun facts he learned about the production team in charge of his show.

Tim didn't understand why Danny was so excited to know the lighting effects used only for a particular character. Nor did he find it as fascinating.

However, watching him get excitable was endearing enough that he listened to the whole thing. Then, he sat down to watch the show, finding it adorable that Danny couldn't stop speaking to the screen as if the characters could hear him.

Tim stares at his computer screen, trying his best to get himself to focus. The data sheets needed some work, but he had two weeks to complete it, and he really wasn't in the mood to verify so much work if he wasn't completely focused.

He glances at the clock, watching the little red hand tick. He insisted on having a face clock in his office instead of just having an electrical one because he found the ticking sound comforting.

Now, it merely annoyed him. That only happens when he's been trapped inside the office for too long or gone out as Red Robin so much he neglected his Tim Drake side. He could take the afternoon off, but what fun would that be?

He had also been trapped at home for a long time, working remotely whenever he could. Tim wanted to go out, but he didn't want to do that alone.

It would be so dull to just go to the same places on his lonesome as it would be sitting in his office or in his room. He could play video games or watch a movie with his roommate, but it wasn't the same of getting outside for a little while

His eyes landed on his cell phone. He could call Danny and ask if he wanted to go out today, but he had no idea what to do. He could take Danny shopping again- apparently, his roommate had no actual use for suits at his barista job, so the two had gone to the mall and gotten him some jeans and t-shirts, but the other seemed tired of that the last time.

Tim didn't want to spend money at the movies either because he wanted to do something active. The problem was that Danny hated spots with a passion and wasn't one for hiking or walking. They could go to a place to eat, but going out just for food wasn't something they could fill a whole afternoon with, not to mention Gotham's cold wave had most of the hang-out places closed until summer.

How hard was it to think of something to do in a city this big?

His eyes shift over to his computer before he caves. He quickly changes the docking station on his work computer to his personal laptop, eyes dancing between his two monitors.

He types into the search engine Where to take your roommate in Gotham City.. The first result is a list of locations, but Tim finds that they are all well-known tourist places, which is something he would rather avoid. He's just not up for a big crowd.

The following result is restaurants to try, which again isn't enough to fill the entire afternoon with- he notes to visit the ramen place because Danny mentioned he wanted to have some three days ago. He grows irritated with the similar lists he clicks until he stumbles across a new store that opened only a week ago.

It's new enough that most people don't know about it, which means they could enjoy a fun new activity since it is a random Tuesday.

Tim checks the store times, confirms that they could be there for a few hours and then reaches for his phone. Three taps later, a dull ringing sounds in his ear as he waits for Danny to answer.

Initially, he didn't want to go shopping, but he thought Danny would enjoy this shop more than any clothes store.

"Yellow?" Danny chirps in his ear, warm and bright. His voice reminds him of the comfortable nights when he's brewing Tim a lovely London Fog Late.

At once, Tim feels himself relaxed. "Hey, Danny. I have the afternoon off. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?"

"Oh, sure! What do you want to do?"

Tim looks up at the screen. "How would you like to go to a place that lets you design your own succulent and offers an entire room filled with decorations to personalize it?

"I'll be ready in fifteen minutes!" Danny shouts the sound of crashes accompanying his voice as he likely leaps from the couch. "How expensive is it?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. I'll pay for everything." Tim tells Danny just as Tam and three interns wander into his office. He holds up a finger at them, listening to Danny loudly proclaim he wants to be the one to treat Tim.

It's sweet, but Tim had so much money he didn't know what to do. Danny was saving up to buy his own car- and the last time Tim offered to buy him one, his roommate had refused to make him the Red Robin Rush for a week.

"Don't worry about money, Danny. Just get dressed, and tonight, you can make it up to me the usual way." He says, feeling a slow, smug smile spread across his face as Danny rushes to the coffee station to check through the tea they had.

"I'll do something even better. It's a new trick I picked up, but it's guaranteed to keep you up all night." Danny tells him as he fumbles with his clothes- likely changing- which is loud enough to echo from his phone speakers. An intern shifts, uncomfortable on his feet.

Tam raises an impressed eyebrow, which, for some reason, makes Tim slightly embarrassed. His face turns a bit red as he hastily tells his roommate. "I should be picking you up in an hour."

"Wait, what do I wear for this? I will not repeat O'malley's."

Tim's face turns redder at the reminder of last week's blunder. It wasn't his fault that what he considered casual clothes were what Danny thought were formal. He told the man to meet him at the restaurant after work, not considering it upscale since it was only served dinner, and once again, Danny's outfit had him stopped at the door by a worker who didn't think he was dressed the part.

"Just wear that outfit I like. The blue one." He tells him about the black sweatshirt with blue stripes and a fluffy black and blue sweater. It was the warmest, most stylish thing Danny women meant for streetwear, and he knew it would be a bit chilly in the evening.

"Alright. See you soon. Text me when you are outside. Byeeeee"

"Bye," Tim hangs up and offers the three interns and impressed secretary a sheepish look. "Sorry about that. How can I help you?"

Tam steps forward, waving a hand at the two young men and single women older than him by a few years. They straighten up as his PA speaks. "I just wanted to introduce the interns that start tomorrow; it won't take more than five minutes if you have to be somewhere soon."

"It's lovely to meet you all. " Tim smiles, ignoring the wide-eyed stare the one on the left is giving him. The introductions don't take long at all, but Tim still feels restless when he grabs his coat and rushes past Tam's empty desk. He leaves a note on her desk telling her he took the afternoon off and practically skips down to the parking garage.

He is unaware of the rumors circulating among his employees after a particular intern on the left let it slip he overheard Mr. Drake talking to his lover like their relationship was....like that. He is even more unaware that the second he picks up Danny from the front of their building, five shadows break into his penthouse and search the place for any drugs.

He is too busy picking out crystals with his roommate, who babbles about their effects on ghosts, memorized by his silly random knowledge again.

Meanwhile, Bruce is horrified to find some green liquid in the second bedroom. He's not sure why Tim or Danny have to separate rooms if they truly are lovers, but the fact this was hidden in the room by the other boy gives Jason's idea of Tim living with his dealer aan uncomfortable amount of credit.

He returned a sample to the Cave when his other children reported nothing. They refrained from planting any bugs just because Tim would find them, and it would stop him from trusting them should they have to give him a proper introduction.

Upon conducting some tests, despite the similar appearance to the Lazarus pits, results showed it's closer to the formula of Mr. Freeze's ice ray but in liquid form.

Why would Fenton hide this? What was he up to? Did Tim know that Fenton had cut an entire part of the wall to hide jars and jars of this goo?

[deva-arts]

"Sonia starts a conversation with Harvey."

(Based off of the Improv lmao)

- Submitted by @mettamorphoses !

This was a really sweet read lol, you're improving a ton in writing dude! And the ending is way better than what happened in the improv. Sonia gets some consideration for her feelings! yaaaay!

Harvey, with practically nothing better to do whilst healing, sat down on the couch. He still didn't feel *too* comfortable here in the manumission, but hey. Atleast he wasn't on the run anymore. And that 'Nathan' guy helped out quite a bit.

He glanced at the table infront of him and squinted. "Is that a glass pyramid in the middle of the table? Is that just a design choice?.... What does it do?" He sat up and prodded at it. And low and behold, it's a projector.

It displayed a menu of some kind. With options for a search engine, streaming services, books, movies, music, you name it. He tapped the 'search engine' option and slowly typed something in. He typed in: "The foundation of GEAR" He selected a search result, then started reading.

To his understanding, GEAR is some sort of machine that the people living in Systema worship. He scoffed. "Now I've seen everything. First it's trees being worshipped, then my in-laws, and now machines. Give me a goddamn break." He thought.

"Sooo, what did you say your name was?" Said Sonia. She's sitting a few feet to his left. Seems that scrolling through her phone, and having no one to talk to at the moment bored her.

"Like I said, it's Harvey." He said. He supported his head with one of his hands as he went back to reading.

Sonia put down the phone. " Oh--Harveyyy! Oh. yeah, nice to meet you! But like, uhm--what are you reading?"

Harvey turned to her. "--What?"

"Yeah, like, what are you reading? That looks so fun." She said.

"It's this book. Somethin' about the foundation of Gear."

"Oh really? Oh my God, is that new? Like--a couple years ago?--like, when?"

"Says here that this book was written about.... a century ago?"

"That sounds so interesting--but like, why are you reading something so.... ancient?"

"I find it interesting. I like history." He turned to face the projection yet again.

"Oh my God, so like, that actually reminds me. I have a friend that's also super into old books too. That's like so crazy. That's like so crazy that you would say that."

"... Uhuh."

"So you're reading the foundation of Gear, and you like history... y'know, that's like--i heard this one thing. There's this movie called The Odyssey. And it's about these two lovers--and they're trying their best to escape from like, this place. And y'know, I actually co-starred in that film. It's like so crazy. And uhm-y'know the Co-stars, they were so fun! The main lead, she's a bitch, but like... oh my god you should watch it. You should watch it right now."

"Uhm. Maybe later?"

"Eh. Even if you don't watch it now that's okay. Because that film was a bust anyway and it didn't make any money. But anyway, like, the Odyssey is such a hot film too because in it: I had to kiss like this one guy and his breath smelled like garlic, and I think that he did that so that I wouldn't fall for him, but I wouldn't fall for him anyway. Cause like, I dunno. I don't get it. Cause this guy, he was so mid. I don't even fuckin' like...ugh. you get it? You know?--like ya know?"

Harvey nodded.

"Like I don't even get it, he was trying to make me not fall, but I wouldn't have fallen anyway. I wouldn't have gotten--like, y'know, Harvey? Like, you get it? So anyway, I'm trying my best so that I can get into the film. I'm doing everything I can, but, apparently this one bitch Tiffany, she was trying her best too but...but I think she's... Tiffany is such a nepo baby.

And this kinda reminds me of when I got into film making! And uhm, i-- it was only really like a couple of years because I couldn't get too into it. Because they said that "Hey, this isn't going to be the best thing for your career", and uhm I didn't really get all that lipo for nothing. Y'know what I mean? Y'know what I mean? Y'know what I mean Harvey? Is that your name? I coulda sworn it was something else."

Harvey breathed in slowly. "Comradery." He thought. "Speak calmly but be firm. Alright. I can do that."

"Sonia."

"Hm? What's up? What's up?"

"Could you please save this for later? As much as I want to talk, i'm tryna read. After this, I'll be more than happy to have a conversation. Alright?"

Sonia paused. "Oh. Well--okay. Suits me." And she went right back to scrolling on her phone.

[rynnaaurelius]

Okay, this might be a long shot. . .

And I know it's 1AM where I am, but that's the fanfiction witching hour, baby.

So, I'm doing research for the Magician 'verse, and I'm putting my money where my mouth is, with my "Zia is Coptic Christian" headcanon because. . .look, I love TKC, but good fucking god.

Zia is a mess and I'm trying hard to give her a consistent personality and history congruent with her background and some of the writing I'm doing is about to get a bit more Zia-centric. Something that's rapidly becoming relevant is my headcanon that Zia's Coptic (For. . .things. Multiple things), and I'm trying to define that in a way that works for her character while. Uh. Remaining consistent with reality?

I'm a white as hell agnostic who's religious experiences include some ill-fated-exposure-via-extended-family Eastern Orthodoxy (We don't talk about it), childhood-exposure Lutheran Christianity, and that one summer I spent with my Jewish cousins. So. Help?

Anyway, if anyone who follows me is Coptic and willing to give me a shove in the right direction, and/or has an idea of resources for me to look at in an attempt to not completely fuck this up in my research attempts, please message me or hit me up in the ask inbox, I'll love you forever.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

hi ash! i know you said before that you're not autistic you just did a lot of research to depict chris realistically- do you have any advice for finding resources on writing disabled characters that isn't like... horribly abelist? im writing someone with an intellectual disability from head trauma and who is nonverbal, and i want to get it right but everything online seems very autism-speaks-y. im autistic and semiverbal but i dont have an id and i want to be realistic and respectful.

I cannot speak with any expertise or sense of speaking from enough experience to be taken as an expert here, and defer as always to those with lived experience with intellectual disability!

But I will give a few more general tips for what to do when looking to write a character with a neurological makeup that doesn’t match your own, as far as what has worked for me with Chris:

1. The story should never be ABOUT their lived experience if you do not also have it. Chris’s story is not about autism, or being autistic. I would never presume to try and write a story like that because, whatever my intentions, I don’t have that knowledge that comes from living it. I would at BEST be taking the experiences of others, their voices. At worst, I would be someone standing with a megaphone shouting over those who deserve to be heard.

Making the disability what the plot revolves around is... generally just not going to be a good idea, in any sense. It’s moments like this where I feel like it’s best to defer to the writers who have lived it, instead. 

This is not to say “never write someone different than yourself”, because... I don’t think that’s at all good advice. I think that way lies stunted writers who never push themselves. But it does mean “do not center the story on this thing if you have not experienced it and don’t have that knowledge and understanding”.

2. At the same time, don’t try to be coy or dance around or hide the disability behind purple prose or refuse to acknowledge its reality. Trying to make a disability sound cute, or talk around it instead of speaking it out loud, can be minimizing or shaming in ways that I think it’s easy to miss, if you don’t live with that disability yourself! To me, this touches on one of my hugest pet peeves - characters who are written as having a particular neurodivergence in media, or shown on tv, but they never expressly admit to it or name it. 

I know I hesitated with Chris, more because I didn’t feel comfortable giving him a diagnosis until I understood autism better myself, and I do regret how long it took me to embrace that reality about him. I just thought it better to err on the side of researching before I embraced. But I do feel some guilt about waiting so long when I had readers who were identifying so heavily with him, and I kind of knew, but just didn’t feel comfortable owning it yet.

3. On a related note - disabilities in a story that become melodramatic tragedy or turn the disabled character into a ‘redemption story’ for an abled character. This is so, so prevalent in common media and pop culture and once you recognize it for what it is, it’s so hard to not see it in so many places. Think of how many movies, novels, etc contain a disabled character who exists to teach abled people some virtuous lesson about living life to the fullest or ‘what it really means to be human’ blah blah blah blah blah. Don’t do that. Please. (I mean, I kind of feel like you definitely won’t, but I’m just speaking very generally here). If you find the story going in a direction in which abled people learn something from the disabled person, please think very carefully and critically as to why the story is heading in that direction.

Language alone can also be a problem here - think about the difference between openly describing a character moving around their life with a wheelchair vs. calling them “wheelchair-bound” or “reliant on a cane”, when the cane or wheelchair may actually represent freedom to that person - an aid they need, yes, but one that allows them to live with far more agency than they might have had otherwise. 

To describe them, especially from their own POV, as “wheelchair-bound”, may ring false to disabled people who understand that the wheelchair isn’t a cage, but a tool that allows that individual person to feel less caged by being able to more freely leave home.  

(This varies person to person, just providing an example)

4. Educate. Research. And don’t just do so by asking people with disabilities to tell you their stories. I often express gratitude to the autistic readers, those with ADHD, etc who spoke up about Chris, talked about their own experiences, identified with him, found him very resonating for aspects of their own lives. 

These stories, this information, this sharing of their lives was given freely to me, and I’m fucking amazed and grateful for how welcomed Chris was, and how willing readers were to share about themselves when talking about him.

Their willingness to speak about these things is something I treasure. But I absolutely would never believe that a single person owed me the story of their life to make sure I got Chris right. That was my responsibility, you know? I try to keep in mind the concept of ‘emotional labor’. Asking a disabled person to be your resource is asking them to give, and give, and give of themself. They may want to give you that kind of labor, they may not. But I definitely wouldn’t ask it of anyone without understanding it was something they were happy or felt comfortable giving.

Research, on the other hand, is essential. You mentioned things being “autism speaks-y” when trying to research on your own, and oh god, do I feel you. It sucks that autism speaks is the first thing to pop up when trying to research the lives of autistic people - and in my research, I was lucky to already know AS sucks and write them off and anyone who heavily referenced them as not helpful. I can see how someone might not know that, though, and stumble on them and believe they were a helpful resource for writing autism when they... well. Nope. 

Try to think about the express disability you are writing for this person, and why, and then go research! I looked up “books on autism recommended by autistic people”, and found some invaluable books, yes, but also papers published online, websites, etc! Each of them vetted and looked over and recommended by autistic people, so I knew I was getting information that came from people with those experiences and that understanding. A good example - I picked up a book on the history of diagnosis and treatment of autism in the United States, mentioned it here, and @redwingedwhump recommended a book called Neurotribes... which turned out to be immensely more helpful, spot-on, and provided some really excellent foundational information I wouldn’t have found in the first book at all.

There’s a lot of information out there on Traumatic Brain Injuries and their lasting effects on individuals who receive them, so I would start there. What you’re describing sounds like a TBI with lasting effects! So I would start your research there, and also look up being nonverbal separately, as well as combining the two. Make sure you’re not just looking at the top links - often paid ads or problematic organizations that are able to pay more for better exposure - but also scanning for blogs, nonprofits, lived-experiences stories, too.

I found a lot of information on the second or even third page of results i would never have seen if I only stuck to the first. Remember the algorithm on search engines is usually showing you what other people are clicking on, not necessarily the best source.

5. This is one you the asker already know, but I want to include it for general reasons: do not ‘dumb down’ the thought processes of a nonverbal or semi-verbal person. I see this in fiction surprisingly often, and I think it’s this sense we have as abled people (’we’ just meaning I’m including myself) that being verbal is required to have a highly complex thought process, and it’s... it’s just fucking not. Speech and though are related but not completely wound around each other, and the ability to verbalize is not the same as the ability to think. 

Like I said, I know you know this, asker, but it’s something I see in fiction/media and it drives me up the wall. So I wanted to include it.

6. For the love of God, do not use medical terminology unless you actually know what you’re doing/talking about. Many disabled people or those with serious medical conditions become what amounts to experts on their own diagnoses, because they have to. They have to be experts to receive the care they should be able to rely on. If you constantly fuck up terminology - trust me - it will be noticed, and it will take people out of the story or hurt their ability to suspend disbelief while reading.

There are ways to do medical scenes/conversations with doctors that avoid falling into this problem! I would just be very very careful to heavily research before using any complex terminology.

7. This disabled person does not exist to evoke pity. They are a human - nuanced and multi-layered - living their life, and their story should always, always reflect that. I don’t really have anything else to add to that.

I would love to hear further advice from anyone with anything else to add.

[psychologeek-blog1]

A to Z of Human Emotions

Let’s do a quick test: list every emotion you can recall without searching anywhere or asking anyone.

You ready? Go.

I’ll wait.

…

How many words did you come up with? 4? 8? 10? More than that?

Every day, you experience a wide range of emotions you aren’t even aware of (yes, even as an adult). Recognizing different types of emotions and facial expressions build up your emotional intelligence which is the key skill you need to thrive in the world.

(GIF by JosepBernaus on Dribbble)

In this post, I’ll give you an A to Z of of emotion vocabularies. You’ll find some of words from different cultures and languages (some of which are taken from Tiffany Watt Smith’s The Book of Human Emotions). Instead of trusting your memory, I recommend you to save this post to come back to it from time to time to increase your emotional awareness.

Now without further delay, here’s the list of human emotions and feelings arranged in the alphabetical order:

A

Acedia or sometimes called accidie, is an emotion that has no real equivalent today. It was a short-lived but disastrous emotional crisis, usually striking between 11 a.m. and 4 p.m. Its first signs were listlessness and irritability, but it didn’t take long to turn into desolation and despair.

B

Bafflement is a condition when someone faced too many options, particularly those poorly arranged in a disorderly heap, make it hard to follow, or know which direction we should proceed, leaving us feeling frustrated, or angry, even bilious, but most of all exhausted by a surfeit of information that creates a sense of blockage, and precipitates a feeling of existential angst for the random purposelessness of things.

C

Cheesed off is a form of irritation feeling; often described as being ‘browned off’. The expression ‘cheesed off’ can be traced back to the nineteenth century, used by the pilots comparing themselves to rusting engines. The reason why it became so popular among airmen remains a mystery. Some say it’s because cheese turns brown under a grill. Others, because cheese on toast was obsessively eaten while waiting, and the men were, quite literally, fed up with it.

D

Dismay is a feeling of horror and paralysis. It flattens us; it might make us cover our eyes. The term descended from desmaier–Old French, came to describe a feeling; in other European languages, desmaier morphed into words for falling unconscious; in Spanish, desmayo is a swoon; in Portuguese, desmaio is a fainting fit.

E

Envy is a desire to have the material possessions and advantages of others. It’s the sickness that comes on hearing another’s happy sigh, the ache of contemplating their success. As adults, we mostly feel it as a secret vice. It’s there behind the rictus grin that celebrates other people’s successes.

F

Fago is the pity felt for someone in need, which compels us to care for them, but it is also haunted by a strong sense that one day we will lose them. Fago comes in those moments when our love for others, and their need for us, feels so unexpectedly overwhelming—and life so very fragile and temporary—that we well up.

G

Gladsomeness describes the appearance of a glittering, shining thing. This meaning still lingers in the expressions “glad rags” or “glad eye”—the twinkle that attracts a lover. In the fourteenth century, gladsum, or gladsomenesse, began to be used to describe a brightening of the soul too, a sparky, bouncing feeling, which today we might be more likely to call joy.

H

Hesitant (rooted from Latin word, haesitant), is a condition when you’re slow to act or proceed (as from fear, indecision, or unwillingness). If you are hesitant, you do not do something immediately or quickly because you are nervous or not certain. 

I

If you are inquisitive that means you love to inquire; you're always asking questions. You are eager to know a lot about people or things, sometimes in a way that annoys people. 

J

Jealousy involves the fear of losing a person or their affections to someone else. It is triangular: me (the victim), you (the traitor) and the other (the thief). Such treacheries are all the more painful for the feeling of having been discarded. It is this threat that makes jealousy so inflammatory—and intimacy such a risk.

K

Keen came from the Old English word, cene, that translates to ‘bold and brave’ and while the spelling is now really different, the sounds are similar. If you are keen on doing something, you are very interested, eager, or wanting to do that thing very much.

L

Lenient means tolerant or relaxed, and is usually used when we’re talking about someone’s attitude toward discipline. If you're not overly strict, and you show tolerance and mercy when someone does something wrong, then you're being lenient.

M

Malu, roots from Bahasa Indonesia, is the sudden experience of feeling constricted, inferior and awkward around people of higher status than us. You might be experiencing malu if you clam up before your partner’s parents, or a conversation with a former headmistress leaves you staring at the floor and sweating.

N

The word neglect comes from the Latin verb, neglegere, which means ‘disregarded’. Neglect is worse than ignoring something. It's ignoring it, failing to care for it, and probably harming it in the process.

O

When something isn't fair, or offends you, it often results in your feeling outraged. When you're outraged, you're furious. When you're outraged, you're furious. You might be outraged over the rude treatment you get at a fancy, expensive restaurant.

P

Pathos is a quality that stirs emotions (especially pity or sorrow). A song with a lot of pathos hits you right in the heart. When someone tells a story about people suffering that makes you feel for them, that's pathos.

R

Came from an old French word meaning ‘carried away’, rapture is a feeling of emotional ecstasy so magical it's almost as if you've been transported to some other world. It's happiness so extreme that you just about float to heaven, complete with big goofy grin plastered to your face.

S

Serenity came from the Latin, serenus, meaning ‘calm or peaceful’, plus the English suffix -ity, meaning ‘quality or state of’. Serenity used to describe a state when your mind is still and perfectly calm.

T

Triumph came from the Latin, triumphus, which means an ‘achievement, success, procession for a victorious general or admiral’. It'll make you pump your fist and yell "Hurrah!"

U

Uneasy describes an uncomfortable feeling. You might feel socially uneasy when dining with your girlfriend's parents if they don't like you very much. Your stomach may also feel uneasy at that same dinner and gurgle in an embarrassing way.

V

If you spend all day admiring yourself in reflective surfaces — mirrors, pools of water, the backs of spoons — people may think you are conceited, or vain.

W

The German word Wanderlust describes a kind of longing for movement that runs as deep in the human psyche as love or fear. It’s the desire, as old as human life itself, to see what lies beyond the next mountain, or outside the boundaries of the village—and may leave us with the gnawing feeling that life only makes sense if we are traveling in some direction or another.

Y

A yearning is a strong desire. If you have a yearning to travel in Maldives, it means that you dream about it and intensely hope that one day you'll end up there.

Z

Zeal is dedication or enthusiasm for something. If you have zeal, you're willing, energized, and motivated. If you have passion for something, you have zeal, which is kind of a mix of eagerness and energy and devotion.

That’s all, folks! Isn’t it amazing how many of these emotions we already felt but didn’t know there was a word of it?

If you keep expanding your emotional vocabulary, you’ll be much more comfortable when dealing with your negative emotions and much quicker to appreaciate the positive emotions.

How many new words did you learn today from the list of emotions? Share this post with your friends with one new word you learned today.

[ambivalentangst]

Genius Lance who got into the garrison on a full ride because of his skills. He isn't allowed to tell anyone so he keeps it a secret (no hunk or pidge)When they go to space he hides it because Hunk, Keith, and Pidge have one specific skill (flying, mechanics, technology) and Lance doesn't want to take it. So he just uses strategies but Shiro and Allura do most of that so he stops. He uses his medical knowledge but Coran insists on using only Altean medicine techniques so Lance basically gives up

Thank you so much for the prompt! I don’t normally write prodigy Lance or things along those lines, so this was kind of interesting to play with. I hope you like it, and here you are with a fill! Enjoy!

   Lance had been told from the first time he set foot in a classroom that he was special. His parents had been called in when upon entering, Lance had breezed through his introductory classwork, albeit with penmanship that could be kindly called chicken scratch. The principal’s eyes lit up as he told his parents that he thought their child was a genius, that he had exceptional talent in so many different areas. Lance remembered the look in his father’s eyes as he was told, the way they glazed over and he stared at Lance a little differently. His child was a genius, and for the man from a family that constantly was scrabbling for spare change and odd jobs, that meant more than luck and an advanced education for Lance. That meant money.

   His principal wanted to move him up with the older kids, get him through school faster. Later that night, Lance heard his mother arguing.

   “He will not, Alonso. He isn’t ready. I want him to have a childhood.” His father did his best to protest, but when Esperanza got that gleam in her eyes there was nothing to be done. He bowed his head, and that was that. Lance went back to school, doing harder work in the corner of the room away from the other children despite his mother’s best efforts. His father was not cruel, he loved him as a father should, but Lance was always aware of his eyes following him. He had a gift, he was expected to put it to use. As a result, Lance pushed himself harder. He made his mind work, he constantly kept himself occupied. He just wanted to be useful.

   The Garrison scholarship was a blessing, though admittedly one that Lance took a little too close to heart. He was finally being given the chance to do as everyone expected, but he was excited to get away from his father’s hungry stare, no matter how he tried to hide it. He packed his bags and headed off on full ride, while his parents finally received their due payment. They compensated them for Lance’s attendance, and Lance beamed when he saw his father staring at him with no ulterior motive but the love that was normal.

   At the Garrison, things were still easy. Math and engineering and flying all came naturally. He could’ve chosen anything, but there was nothing quite like the feeling of being a pilot. Being one with the sky even if his first love was the ocean was a feeling like no other. He latched on, nails sunk in deep. The Garrison was not exactly thrilled.

   He wasn’t allowed to tell anyone of his gifts, not even the roommates he’d come to adore, and he also couldn’t explain why he was so angry when Iverson sat him down and told him that they were going to give him a little longer to make up his mind. Fighter class was full anyways, and there were so many other options. Brains like Lance’s didn’t come by just every day, but he hated that he was held back because of them. When Keith Kogane got expelled though, Lance got to march right on in with a smirk on his lips. He was going to a pilot, expectations be damned. Up in space, however, it seemed that was all he ever got do.

   Everyone had some sort of talent. Keith was of course the best pilot of their generation, and Pidge and Hunk were always busy with some tech thing. Lance could do both, but they didn’t appear to want him. He knew strategy, but so did Shiro and Allura. Even Coran was unable to offer anything for him, because the Altean techniques he used to take care of all of them seemed to bring him immeasurable comfort. How was Lance supposed to rob him of that, after his whole planet had been destroyed? He couldn’t do that, and without being able to exercise any of his skills, he was restless, to say the least. He prowled the castle in search of something to do, but came up empty handed. The only thing there was to do was clean, and even then there was only so much he could dust before he got to the more dangerous objects he wasn’t taking his chances with. It was just so irritating, and Lance grew tired of it all. For a time, he gave up.

   Lance locked himself in his room when he wasn’t out fighting the universe’s battles, just sitting and sleeping with the lights low and his face smothered in a pillow. There was nothing for him, and he couldn’t stand wandering around the castle like a lost puppy in search of something to occupy his racing mind that just wanted something, anything to work with. He remembered his father’s expectant stare, and the relief Lance felt when he finally followed through on everything he had been waiting to collect on his whole life. He remembered that he’d let him, and everyone else down.

However, one day he saw Shiro and Allura struggling with the star map. That was all it took to remind him that though perhaps he could not act outright, there was still work to be done. Quickly, he fixed that and looked for other troubles to solve. Soon he realized that Pidge and Hunk were stuck on a certain line of code they’d retrieved on their latest recon mission. It took him quite a while to think of how to phrase it delicately, but as he strolled on into their work area to clear dishes from the dinner he’d brought earlier, he dropped a simple hint, disguised in the form of a joke about their predicament. He smiled to himself as he heard them shout in victory as the door shut behind him. It was like that from then on out.

   Making quick repairs to Red in the dead of night, things worn out from Keith’s flashy piloting. Dropping a crumpled piece of supposed notes that he’d had in his jacket pockets when they left, from his nursing class. Lies, but it certainly helped Coran work faster upon knowing the details of human anatomy.

Lance might not have been able to devote all his heart to something, but that was alright. He didn’t always have to work himself to death to be helpful, and it was nice to have some time for himself nowadays. He exerted his various gifts in small ways, to make their little world run smoother. He was happy, and for the genius that had had to flaunt his gifts back home, it was a relief to finally work in the shadows.

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Hi! This is not a request, I follow you in your main (but since you don't link it here I guess you're not comfortable enough to share it) and I see you have interesting povs so I know you have talk about sexualizing dreamies but what do you think about sexualizing older members? Isn't it the same? I'm not hating just curious about your opinion

This is going to be a bit long but I'll try to explain it properly.Sexualize is a term I don't really like because it's literal meaning is giving a sexual identity to someone or something that doesn't have one, unless we are assuming they identify as asexual I prefer the word sexual objectification.Now about the elder members I'm going to explain this from my Visual concept maker point of view; Music Industry is all about objectification, we all artists are trying to give an embodiment to concepts that actually we aren't sure what is their form.When it comes to idols all of them are aware they are products, products a company gave shape and gave an identity that fit to their image and what society wants.NCT since the beginning is known they're part of a multiplatform brand, in most of the obvious cases for the older members they make a concept that each member could portrait properly, I can assure you that what SM sells to us as NCT is a product that was meant to be sell.Probably you'll think "Hey! They are not objects they can be sell!" you're wrong, they can and they are being sell, the best example for this is when you search "Handsome man" in Korean search engines NCT Jaehyun is the first result that appears, South Korea is a country that values the image before the content for them talent is just a plus in lots of the population, and idols are the best example of this.I can't say I enjoy how fans tend to objectify idols, because I really don't but in most of the cases as I explained before we aren't objectifying the human as they are, we are just portraying our own wishes on them, saddly this was the reason their companies let them debut, they are white canvases where we can portray different concepts, but as long as we understand that they are humans and we respect all of their decisions there shouldn't be a problem, If you search at least in this blog the (M) stuff is minimum, not because I can't write it but because I want them to be respected at least in a fictional world.I hope I explained my opinion right, I am a concept maker, I do that as a living, I am aware that people feels weird when they constantly are reminded about their visuals being the only thing people turns to see them, but I think if we see more about them than their faces, like their voices, their skills and their mind we can lessen the fact of their object side, if you as a fan values their talents you're not objectifying them because you know and are aware of the fact they are humans, give them the human identity while you enjoy their canvas status.