#to cross paths and come into each other's lives. millions of people in the world and yet the stars collided in such a way tht here we are.

[thosewildcharms]

not to over-indulge in my own tags and this extremely hyperspecific au but walk with me for a minute. it's this scene from the series finale of LOST except make it rick and michonne. and instead of it being them reuniting in the afterlife it's them reuniting after the poof! no apocalypse timeline reset and they're getting flashbacks of the original zombie apocalypse timeline. do you see my vision.

[bylertruther]

ok see now i'm gonna go down the list again n send u a novel bc quite frankly i'm relentless n want to know wht three emojis u wouldn’t give me + clown around Together 😇

🍪 - this is a given and my motivation behind handcuffing us together for all of eternity duhhh<3

💥 - this is visible to anyone with eyes but i do understand tht it may be nice to hear so yes mori ur layout is very pleasing 👍

🚬 - you Are cool, n perhaps intimidatingly so, but not to me bc you’ve been soft w me before n even tho you're taller.. in my heart, you're my height. or shorter :3

🍜 - see i can’t say this bc i feel like ur skills cannot be imitated bc wht infuses such flavor into ur work is the fact tht it comes from You n it has ur heart in it. so. i will leave all of tht to you n all of the fawning n rabid cheerleading to me 😌

🧠 - yes i learn that there are indeed intelligent life forms out there which is always reassuring and desperately needed in these dark times amen 🙏

suddenly blind and unable to read idk wht the next emoji is omg 404 blue screen of death currently buffering only to finally load…..

🍧 - yes. u are. n i remember sometimes going “omgggg am i special… seeing the soft underside… 🥹👉👈” heheheheheh but again this is jus a Given like. nods at u

🧢 - see idk if i have the proper qualifications to determine whether or not ur a Bro and i would hate to be misdiagnosing out here 😞

🫀 - ok so see the thing abt this one is tht i’m actually a goodie two shoes tht can’t fight n has nonexistent arm strength so this whole killing someone n digging a grave thing would have to perhaps fall to u like . it’s almost a cannibal au situation except we’re not eating them yk? 🫶 but i would offer emotional support ofc n a moist towelette to wipe the blood off. sooo ride or die as in that + i'm your chihuahua guard dog tht would bite anyone's ankle <3 (but this is also a given bc again: the handcuffs. would i cuff us if we weren't ride or dies? exactly.)

🗣 - the thing abt this one is i’d be happy tht ur out there thriving living ur life or i’d assume tht u were here but deleted ur posts before i woke up / logged in bc the alternative would also kill me immediately </3

the only time i’d ever send u a tomato is if i were gently placing one in ur hand bc we were in the kitchen cooking something delicious n u asked me to get u one :) peace n luv on planet earth

i made tht small text n it's still long as hell . rip

𝄢 hey 😎

🍪 ─ u're v fascinating n i mean that. even if u do smth incredibly weird that'll annoy me i'd still go hmm i can fix them. or not bc i'll most likely be knee-deep joining u on wtvr u're doing. u make my ti-dom...... ti-domming

💥 ─ the fact that i'm ur moot rn is prove bc ppl w horrid sense of aesthetic just existing piss me off

🫂 ─ yes. in fact, u can bring up the most outta nowhere, embarassing topics n i won't ever think fuck this lil weirdo asking me stupid shit. tho if it's trivial matters like a post reminding me of u i prefer interacting publicly. for no rzn................

🚬 ─ no ♡ u are cool... the way i find will byers cool. unintimidatingly so. n the fact that i'm shorter in ur heart is actually sickening to read ngl. this is us denise, this is how we look side by side ↓ 1.) i can rest my chin on top of ur head 2.) if i'm any shorter then we'd both be chihuahua material which is wrong

🍜 ─ ur ability to befriend anyone quick n be generally likable instead of mr. oversuspicious who yells at anybody stepping on his lawn due to a few bad experiences x

❤️‍🔥 ─ do i need to say anyth. c'mon. c'mon. i log in wondering what's denise gonna say today abt raggedy ass ppl n what cute stuff is denise gonna come up w everytime. helplessly dying on the floor over ur lactose intolerance for the 5th time is Content. atp i'm an enjoyer of a whole denise* not just denise the st blog

🧠 ─ maybe. not necessarily learning new things but being reassured that smone hasn't forgotten the thing

─ ok? i was making a creamy red sauce rigatoni w flan as dessert n u gotta pay the kiss the cook toll to even get the flan i put on the upper shelf but ig smone is full. more for me 🙄

🍧 ─ another given. n here's the thing: i don't like it when ppl get 💗💞💓💕💖-coddly w me. s not inherently bad, just that a lot of em expect u to match energies/respond similarly which is. i don't do that. n i don't like how fragile sm mutualships can be over it. but i don't mind u barfing ur love all over my activity partly bc ik uk how i am n none of my painstaking push n pull will deter u + it's U. that's it

🧢 ─ pft no. never even crossed my mind. u hv ZERO bro energy

🫀─ i knew u have the arm strength of soggy fries so i alrd assigned myself fully to doing the brute work yes. on a srs note, u're Friend friend. now me making a distinction between a friend n a Friend friend seems terrible but the latter isn't just existing in the same space peacefully, no, i wanna get to a point where u n i fight over small things n make up 5 mins later. i want us to bonk e/o on the heads. i want sm henpecking going on when necessary. ik u can be relied on for that level of #trust

❤️‍🩹 ─ *n this is why i wanna meet u irl. i want this so bad it's actually embarassing

🗣 ─ yes but if u're enjoying life away from this lawless wasteland n its chronically online weirdos i can do nothing but let u be. get that fresh O². touch that grass

🍅 ─ why the hell would i give u this. why. not in a million yrs. unless... ☹ peace n luv on planet earth indeed. later i'm peeling chilled fruits n sharing it w u on the front porch as we watch the sunset go down alongside édith piaf's hymne à l'amour

[fashionteahouse]

Can you do a part 2 where readers friend leaves the bonfire after she's hears about the wedding plans but ends up running into Seth and Seth imprints so she moves in with reader and Jared and learns about everything but she still flirts with him and everyone can see what's happening besides Seth but they try to give her the benefit of the doubt besides Rachel, Paul, Jacob, Leah and Jared and one day readers friend kisses Jared and they end up having a meeting with both pack now that they are friends again about readers friends actions and that Jared will never love her because she isn't his soulmate and because her friend can't see that they have to vote on what happens to her and that she'll be no longer living with reader and Jared anymore and her and Seth argue that she's a imprint and that means something and she didn't mean to but then Sam says that Imprints do not try to get with someone else soulmate and they don't use the soulmate card to get out of punishments that their own actions caused and that she will be no longer welcomed into his and Emily's house and his Alpha Jacob agrees. You can choose the other details

i sure love a juicy storyline 🫖 hope you enjoy :)

thought i knew you part 2 - jared x reader

Watching the two love birds coo at each other and everyone else cuddle with their significant others, more than two steps was walked away from the scenery. With her head down, your friend walked away from the beach’s property with her arms crossed. She felt like life wasn’t being fair to her. She really liked Jared but of course he was unavailable.

As she’s walking her path, she sees a boy with cropped hair walking towards the direction of the beach. Hearing her footsteps, he looks up from his phone and stared right into her eyes.

She felt like she couldn’t move, feeling a wave of warmth swallow her. He thought she was the most important thing in the world that was holding him to the planet Earth. Walking slowly towards her to strike up a conversation, she got a good look at him. He was pleasant as far as appearance, but her mind was still stuck on Jared.

“Are you going to the beach?” she asked Seth. He nods and gives her a kind grin. Seth introduced himself and your friend does the same. Walking side by side back to the beach, Leah hugs her little brother and takes a good look at your friend who came back.

“Leah..I have to tell you something later.” Seth says and by his tone of voice, Leah knows her little brother has good news to tell her. Leah nods and goes back to her circle of friends.

“Do you want something to eat?” Seth offers and your friend shakes her head.

“Want to dance?" he offers instead. Your friend finally catches sight of you and you're talking and laughing with Leah and Rachel. Jared is vibing by himself having a drink. Your friend has an idea.

"Sure let's dance." she says and pulls him to where Jared can get a clear view. She dancing, swinging her hips to the sounds of music, but he's not even looking her way. Seth on the other hand, enjoyed himself a lot.

When the night was over for the people at the beach, they started to make their way back home. Seth rushes over to Leah and whispers to her, "I imprinted!"

"Wait, really? With who?" She asks and Seth points over to your friend.

"I'm happy for you." you say to him and he's smiling like he just won a million dollars.

Just then, you see your friend, making her way to your direction.

"Do you mind if I crash with you guys?" your friend asks you.

"Of course." you say and you're happy that she now gets to experience what you experience with Jared everyday. She crashes in the spare room.

The morning comes, Jared makes breakfast as you lead her to the table. "I see you met Seth." you say starting off and wiggle your eyebrows a bit. She places a hand under her chin and looks off into the distance, "Yeah.. He's nice." she then turns to the direction where Jared's back is facing the both of you as you he works on the stove top.

"Jared is a man who can cook?" she says impressed.

You chuckle and nod, "Yeah. I'm pretty lucky."

"Don't worry, shes still a better cook than me." Jared comments and this makes you playfully roll your eyes.

"Doubting your skills? You shouldn't do that." your friend comments.

Biting into the food, she makes sure to moan out and you look at her.

"This is soooo good, Jared." she says and you look to Jared.

"Oh, you're welcome. Do you like it." he says and asks the question to you, caring about your opinion above all.

"Yeah," you swallow and take another bite, "Really good."

Your friend watches as Jared smiles at you with a dopey smile and you return it, forgetting for a moment that you had company.

"Leave it in the bedroom." she says as she takes a drink.

Leah invited you all over, Seth decided to stay back instead of hanging out with his friends like he always did.

Seth is blushing and starstruck at your friend and you nudge her playfully, giving her a hint.

"Did you tell her, Seth?" Leah asks her little brother.

"No..." he says in a small voice.

"Tell her, you shouldn't be nervous." she says.

"I am not nervous." he says in denial.

"You are too." she says snickering. Seth mocking her laugh, making it sound uglier than what it really is, he walks into the kitchen where your friend was putting her empty cup into the sink. He greets her and she greets him back.

"Wanna go for a walk?" he asks and she was going to say no, but with the look he gave her, she nods and lets him lead the way.

On that walk, she learned about imprinting. Seth answered all of her questions. She asked to see his wolf. He guided her to a secluded area and the wolf stood before her. She took the last couple of minutes walking back to the house to process everything.

Coming back in, she sees the guys in the living room, watching a sports game that came on. Seth rushes to the couch, stoked that the game is still early in the game.

Your friend decides to have a seat on the couch with Jacob and Jared.

Jared comments on a foul play that happens, she gives him googly eyes and twirls her hair a bit.

"How do you know so much?" she says and he looks at her with the side of his eye, "Uh.. from watching it."

Paul shakes his head and Rachel comes in with a drink for Paul.

"Hey, I didn't know you came back. We're all upstairs." she tells your friend.

Your friend waves her off, "Oh that's okay. I want to stay with the boys."

"You don't have to stay here you know, it gets rowdy." Jacob says, trying to give her a hint to leave.

"It's okay. Let her stay." Seth says to him, glad that his imprint wants to stick around.

Rachel eyed at her weirdly, knowing for a fact that she's not interested in the game. Her and Seth aren't even remotely close to each other.

"Knock yourself out." Rachel tells her as she makes her way back upstairs with the girls.

"So, you and Jared are together because of magic?" she says to you as she helps you wash the dishes, at your place.

"I wouldn't say it's magic. It's more like fate. It's going to happen one way or another, imprinting just speeds up the process." you explain to her.

She changes the subject and lets you know she wants to move back. "You're moving back here for good?" you ask her happily.

"Yeah. I just want a fresh start. I guess this imprinting thing is speeding up that process for me." she says with a smile.

"Well, you're more than happy to stay with us if you have nowhere else to go."

Emily treats you all for breakfast at her place. You take your plate next to Jared after serving his, just to look down to see your friend sitting in the seat that you were trying to claim.

"I was going to sit there." you say casually, not trying to make a mean tone in your voice.

"You were? Dang, I'm sorry." she says but she doesn't move. You look at her puzzled and Leah speaks up, "Get out of her seat."

Your friend stares at Leah as she gets up and moves to another chair.

"You didn't have to be rude, Lee." Seth says to her. Leah shrugs her shoulders, not feeling sorry. She saw right through your friend and her actions and thought it was weird.

"I'm so glad everyone is here. We haven't had a breakfast like this, with all of us, in a long time." Emily says. Everyone comments on her food and how delicious it is.

"I was shocked to find out that Jared is also a great cook."

"And we do not care." Rachel whispers, rubbing her temples, making Paul chuckle while shaking his head.

"Rach, be nice." Sam says, trying not to have any type of trouble to be stirred up.

Jared went to sleep and you were leaving to go to the grocery store to buy dinner.

"Do you want to come?" you ask her.

She shakes her head and flicks through the television.

On your journey there, she gets up, bored to find nothing she liked. She stands up and looks around your house, looking at the pictures that you and Jared have hung up.

She makes her way to where Jared was fast asleep and she sees him in deep slumber. Raking her eyes over his defined muscles, she moved in closer. She sits on the very edge, trying her best not to make any movements that would make him wake. Seeing that his lips were full and right on display, she leans down and presses her lips to his.

Jared wakes up and jerks back, wiping his mouth.

"What the hell are you doing?" he says, getting out of the bed, away from her.

"You're cute when you're sleep." she tries to say seductively and crawls towards him slowly, trying her all mighty best to sway him. He wasn't having any of that. Dodging her, he grabs his phone and traps himself in the bathroom while dialing you up.

You rushed home, only to not find her there. Jared is shaking his head, "I'm calling Sam. I thought Seth imprinted on her?!" he asked in disbelief.

"He did! I don't get how she doesn't feel the pull or why shes still trying to pursue you." you say trying to bring some type of clarity.

Sitting at Sam's table, you glare across the table at your friend. Your friend, thinks its just a regular hangout. She ran to Seth's house, thinking you wouldn't believe Jared.

Jacob comes in at last with his arms crossed, standing at his full height.

"So, what's this I hear that you kissed Jared?" he says with bass In his voice, meaning business. Your friend looks as if a person who she thought was dead, had resurrected.

She stutters, face red from the pressure that was now on her, "I..Well... it was an accident."

"It was not an accident!" you exclaim at her as she shrinks in her seat.

"That's unacceptable." Sam says to her.

"Jared is Y/N's imprint. You can't just go after someone else's soulmate." Jacob explains to her.

"There's not much research on imprinting as a whole. Maybe she doesn't feel anything." Seth says, trying to back her up.

"I understand that Seth imprinted on me but..me and Jared have a connection! I can feel it!" she tries to explain herself.

"Jared will never have that connection with you. He can't and won't love you, it's impossible. Now, I know that you're living with them right now, but you have to move out." Jacob says to her.

"What?!" she says to him, rising out of her chair.

"She has nowhere to go Jake. She's an imprint, we can't just leave her out there to dry." Seth says, feeling bad for her, knowing she has nowhere else to go.

"She should've thought about that before overstepping her boundaries. Neither of you can use that soulmate card. It's no excuse." Sam says to back Jacob up.

"Can I at least stay with you guys?" She asks Emily, taking Emily's kind nature as weakness.

Sam shakes his head and Emily looks at Sam, letting him make the decision, "You can't stay with us either. In fact, I don't feel comfortable about you coming around her either and in this home."

"So what are we going to do with her?" Rachel says.

"She should be exiled off the tribe." Leah says with Seth for the first time, glaring at his sister.

"Leah, shes my imprint! Please!" Seth says and tries to plead with her, but she just shook her head disagreeing.

"I vote. Who else agrees?" Leah press on.

Everybody in the room agrees, making your friend furious, and Seth completely heartbroken.

"So, its settled. You'll be banished from La Push. The only way you can come back is when you two both seal the imprint and get married. After you seal it, it's impossible to cause destruction, as you are devoted to him." Jacob says and he stands on it. Everyone at the table agrees.

"What happens when I need to see her?" Seth asks sadly.

"You go to her. Just not on this property." Jacob answers for him and Seth puts his head down.

Filing out of the room, you bump her shoulder, looking and feeling disappointed. She moves her things out. You don't know where she lived after that but, Seth did leave the reservation to go see her. Everyone was on edge, but now relaxed, knowing that their relationships won't be sabotaged or tainted.

[hlficlibrary]

HL FIC LIBRARY ✤ AUTHOR REC

AO3:  green_feelings

Tumblr: @greenfeelings

STATS:

✤ Number of fics: 19

✤ Posting Since: 2013

TOP 5 FICS:

1️⃣ For As Long As I Can Remember (It's Been December) (E, 128k)

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

2️⃣ Empty Skies (E, 134k)

For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream -- making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.

Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He's still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?

Featuring Perrie as Harry's adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis' bandmates.

3️⃣ Paint Me In A Million Dreams (M, 112k)

Harry's one of Hollywood's biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There's just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry's in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood's biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese's next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?

In short, Harry's in love with someone and doesn't care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn't write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.

4️⃣ Nameless Night (E, 155k)

For their 18th birthday, every person receives a letter that reads a simple date. That is the date you'll meet your soulmate. Harry and Louis have different beliefs, live in different worlds and have different dreams, hopes and fears. Yet, they're not so different from each other when it comes to love. When their paths cross, there is no doubt they belong together. Except for that one, essential difference: they didn't receive the same date.

Or, a fic about differences that make no difference at all: Harry and Louis are soulmates. In every way possible. Featuring Niall as a role model, and Liam and Zayn as a different kind of role models.

5️⃣ Your Best Line Ever (M, 55k)

University AU, in which Harry has a terrible job and lies about his name to drunk people, Louis is one of the drunk and has to move out of his flat, Liam shaves his hair because he fights with Zayn, Zayn protects Liam from creepy stalkers and Niall always has a solution, because he knows just about every person relevant!

HIDDEN GEM:

💎 You Are The Kind Of Thing (That I Could Love Forever) (E, 5k)

based on this prompt. I varied it a little, because Harry's a baker, after all.

[trulybetty]

Chiffon | Prologue

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Warnings: 18+ implied alcohol abuse, implied drug abuse, reference to a previous volatile argument, mention of almost being hit accidentally by a thrown object, angst, so much angst. Summary: Sometimes love is knowing when to walk away no matter how much it hurts. AO3: Linked

x. chiffon masterlist.

Chiffon Prologue.

It's one of those things they don't tell you about, in the fairy tales or the love songs. There are no warnings, no guidebooks, about the fact that one day, you might find yourself falling so fast and so deep, that you won't even realize what's happening until you've hit the ground.

By the time you understand the gravity of what's occurred, you're already bruised, battered, and bleeding, with no way of retreating to the safety of the solitude you once knew.

Love hits without warning. It floods your heart. It leaves you breathless.

It's not a gentle tap on the shoulder, it's a sledgehammer to the chest, leaving you dazed and unable to stand.

It's an odd occurrence, really. That one day, you'll cross paths with a person who, on paper, is nothing like you. Their lives, perspectives, desires, and dreams seem to lie at the opposite end of the spectrum from yours. You aren't looking for them, this strange, unexpected someone who defies everything you thought you understood about compatibility. But life, in all its whimsical and unpredictable ways, doesn't care for your checklists and expectations.

But in practice, it works. How did two people so seemingly different find themselves deeply entwined in a love that defies expectations?

Before you know it, you're in too deep. You are showered with affection, a level of adoration and care you've never known before. You become each other's worlds, existing in a shared bubble of love and intimacy. The connection feels profound, overwhelming. Bound together by an invisible string, you navigate the complexities of life as one.

But love, when it's this intense, this consuming, comes with blind spots. The sacrifices start quietly. They sneak into your lives, disguised as simple compromises. In late nights spent laughing together despite the looming dawn, in rearranged schedules just to steal a few more hours together. You start dismissing opportunities that could pull you away from them, bypassing projects that you would have leapt at before. Those 'compromises', once insignificant, are now dictating your choices, your ambitions, your dreams.

And it all feels worth it. In the moment, love seems worth any sacrifice.

However, cracks inevitably begin to appear. The blurred lines of compromise begin to look more like concessions. You realize, with a sinking heart, that you've compromised not just your time and your plans, but parts of yourself. As the veil of infatuation lifts, you're confronted with the uncomfortable truth – you both want different things.

That's when the devastating realization hits you – the cruelty of having met the right person at the wrong time. If only you had encountered each other earlier, or maybe a few years later, the picture would have been different.

Love can mend your heart, but it can also shatter it into a million pieces. No one prepares you for the fact that love can also hurt.

No matter how it ends - whether in happily ever after or heart-wrenching loss - the fall marks you. It imprints itself onto your soul, becoming a part of your identity that you carry with you wherever you go. The beauty and pain of it, the euphoria and the despair, they blend into a memory that's at once a scar and a badge of honour

Bryony crumpled onto the floor, warm tears cascading down her cheeks in silent testament to the war she had been fighting. It wasn't one against him, but for him. She had pleaded, begged, and outlined her boundaries countless times. Yet, each time she drew a line in the sand, Dieter would dance along the edge, drawing her to it with him, with the promise of change, only to slip further away pulling her with the tide closer again to the cliff's edge.

Now, he was jumping over that line, hurtling towards the precipice of that same cliff with reckless abandon.

Bryony had done everything in her power to pull him back, but she was worn out, her resolve spent. She had finally let go, Dieter seemingly oblivious to the hands that had been desperately trying to keep him from falling.

She stared blankly at her phone, another flashing notification a stark reminder of the chaos she had left behind. Missed calls had escalated into triple digits, each one a desperate plea she couldn't bear to listen to. The texts were worse; she knew they would pull at what little strength she had left, tempting her to crumble if she so much as looked at them.

She couldn't go over the edge with him.

As if seeking some semblance of stability, her fingers clutched at the plush carpet beneath her. The thick strands slipped through her fingers, offering no purchase, no grounding. She needed comfort, she needed reassurance, but all she could feel was the cold emptiness of her isolation.

Because everything was not okay.

And she wasn't sure if it would ever be okay again.

His furious shouts echoed in her ears, his angered screams. They'd been borne of fury, an explosive reaction to her finding and destroying his stash, meticulously erasing every trace of his dealer's number from his phone. He'd been enraged, feeling betrayed and cornered.

The smell of whiskey hung heavy in the air, making her stomach churn. He'd thrown a full bottle in his anger, not looking to where he had thrown it and narrowly missing her and hitting the wall instead. Glass had exploded and the amber liquid inside had splattered everywhere, including soaking her shirt. But still she couldn't muster the strength to pull the shirt over her head.

The moment he had realized the depth of his actions, his eyes wide and panicked as they met hers, they had connected in a moment of horrifying understanding. It was an image she would never forget, a haunting snapshot of a man teetering on the edge of a precipice.

He'd crossed the room then, his movements halting and unsure. He'd tried to reach out, perhaps to comfort or apologize, but had stopped short when he'd seen her fear. The silence that followed was oppressive, filled with regret and heartbreak.

But even then, Bryony knew that letting go was the right decision.

Because sometimes, love means knowing when to step back, even if it shatters your heart.

[digeethegenie]

A moment between twins

Day 30 - Two Heads Are Better Than One Heavensward: Soul Surrender (3.4) - Beneath a Star-filled Sky

After recovering from the devistating battle with Titan and with their thoughts stuck on the cataonic kobold child. Alisaie and Alphinaud finally have a chance to talk to each other and have a frank conversion about their paths and the young woman who has become a cornerstone of thier lives.

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"Hey. Do you have a moment?"

Alphinaud looked up from the partchment on wich he was writing his report regarding the matter of Titan's latest summoning to see that Alisaie had been looking over him.

"Oh.. S-Sister." he said, still not quite used to seeing his sister as regularly as he had been since before his time in Ishgard. "Sure. What do you want to talk about?"

Alisaie signed. "Listen, and I need you to not don't laugh at me when I ask this. I-Is it ok for me to be here?"

That question took Alphinaud off guard. He put the pen down and stood up. "Alisaie, what brought this on?"

"It's just…" Alisaie held onto her arm. "After what happened with Ga Bu, and everything. I feel like I screwed up massively, and not for the first time… I..."

The image of Yujo sitting catatonic at Camp Dragonhead in his mind's eye made Alphinaud take a deep breath, and put his hand on his sister's sholder.

"Alisaie, I am going to make this clear. 'None' of the people in that hall are perfect, me and Yujo included. They 'all' have their pains to bear and sins that will haunt them."

"What?" A look of shock crossed Alisaie's face as she looked over Alphinaud's sholder to see the Warrior of Light conversing with Horay Boulder and Coultenet.

She couldn't quite comprehend it. The lalafell that was laughing like she had not a care in the world?

"I, I don't beleive you. Her? She looks like a million gil!"

Alphinaud shook his head. He then went on to catch his sister up on everything after the bloddy banquet. Of the miseries that had befallen Yujo, doing his damnest to include everything about his contiribution to her mental breakdown.

"Seven hells…" Alisaie barely wispered, taking stock of everything.

Alphinaud nodded, a look of sadness painted on his face.

"She is remarkably good at keeping her inner termoil to herself. Almost too good, if I was being honest."

His sister hummed in agreement.

"My point is you are not alone when you ask that. Let me be clear Alisaie, It is perfectly fine." He sighed, "Actually, I'm glad you decided to join us. I…genuinely don't want something like the Crystal Braves happening ever again and…"

A wry smile crossed Alisaie's face. "… you would prefer if I was around to nail your feet to the ground, so you don't float away?"

"Er. Yes, as matter of fact." Alphinaud admitted, coughing as he did so as he looked over to Yujo. "I made a vow to Yujo that I would never go back to being that stuck up child, and I intend to keep it."

The smile softened. "I wonder what Dad would think about all this?" she thought out loud.

"You mean besides-"

"Besides the whole 'being incandecently angry that we're following in Grandfather's footsteps' thing, yes." Alisaie quickly amended.

All Alphinaud could do is shrug.

"Honestly, Alisaie, I had to quickly stop thinking about him whilst we were at Camp Dragonhead. The thought of what he would say to me if he ever found out would have driven me mad."

"I guess that makes sense, what with the whole private army thing, and all."

"…Quite."

Alisaie playfully punched Alphinaud in the arm, causing him to yelp, rub his arm, and ask "What was that for?"

"Just nailing your feet to the ground." her smile widened a little as she walked towards the Warrior of Light's group to strike a converstion with them.

Alphinaud sighed with a smile. Aware, and happy, that the quiet days at the Rising Stones were coming to an end.

[delicatefade]

For #talktometuesday I'm v curious to hear more about corrupt Eilan is that in a world where she follows Solas and helps him bring the Veil down or something else? I love hearing about Inquisitors who turn to the dark side 😈

Aha! The turn to the dark side is full of thrashing and self delusion. Quick world state catch up. It's close to canon-ish. Solas broke up with Eilan and left to pursue his goal of tearing down the Veil to restore the world to its rightful order. Eilan stayed on as Inquisitor. The Inquisition is now a direct military and ops vehicle of the Chantry lead by Leliana with Cassandra as her hand. The Inquisition's main target is Solas. tl;dr: If you're wondering what radicalizes her.... nothing? She never agrees with Solas philosophically about the Veil or why it needs to come down. But she is so singularly focused on staying in a relationship with him, so self-absorbed in her love, that she makes a series of small, compromised decisions. Each decision feels, in that moment, absolutely human and excusable. But ultimately those decisions culminate in her corruption because they make her his accomplice. And once the deed is done, she engages in a series of mental gymnastics to live with herself and with him and her transformation from a do-gooder to a villain is complete. The slightly longer explanation below: 👇

Eilan corruption arc. The story starts six months after Trespasser. Eilan and Solas were a couple and very much in love. She is convinced that if she could just find him and reason with him, he can be persuaded from his destructive path. She dreams about him, finds him that way (dream magic!) He's actually thrilled by this turn of events. For him, it represents the possibility that she might change her mind and join him. He also wants this to end with his lover Eilan at his side. What a dream! They both ignore the elephant in the room for a while, just enjoy being together and pretend they aren't at odds. But as he gets closer to his goal, she starts getting desperate and leaks some of his secrets to Dorian so that power players of Thedas can perhaps oppose Solas a little longer. But she never actually gives up any critical information that would help Solas' enemies stop Solas once and for all. That would be a step too far. Her heart isn't there. Dorian, and others, doubt Eilan's loyalties. She had said she is Team Modern Thedas, but her actions speak otherwise. Dorian in particular feels betrayed by her. 😟 Meanwhile she's arguing with Solas all the time, their relationship is frayed very badly, she acts out, but he will not be dissuaded. He is convinced she will prefer life as an elf without the Veil and their lives will be better. He is also hoping that removing the Veil will make all elves immortal again. Fingers crossed, vhenan!!! You and me forever!!! Finally, when Solas does take down the Veil, Eilan against all odds shows the fuck up and does have a way to stop his ritual. Bruh, it won't even kill or wound him. It is like, the perfect Solavellan gotcha: stop the ritual without hurting Solas? Wow, the dream. SHE STILL BACKS OFF!!!!! She's too in love to disappoint and hurt him (emotionally) this way, and will absolutely choose him over the world (as her friends had accurately accused!!!) Sure, she gives herself a little mental band-aid about it, she reasons her decision not to stop Solas from *checks notes* destroying civilization as millions of people know it is about, uh, "having faith in him." Nah, dawg, it's toxic, obsessive love. That story is completed and published. Comes in at just under 30k. Read it here -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/38774526/chapters/96954213 I am working on the sequel which covers the first 3 years after the Veil falls. The draft is currently at 65k words. In that fic, the consequences of the apocalypse are dire!! A little worse than Solas expected. You know. For consistency. Eilan, at first, is not coping well and says ugly things to Solas. But in order to cope, she has to compartmentalize. Also, she's essentially in the most privileged position in all of Thedas at that point, and shielded from most horrors.

Meanwhile we see Solas start to have doubts about his choices re: the Veil (both putting it up and taking it down). His self-doubts start to eat at him and it is Eilan who builds up his confidence again. She's a playwright and writes literal propaganda to retell history where Solas is the singular greatest Byronic hero of all time. She tells him that what he did was right and good. Does she actually believe that? Doesn't matter! And not really? Look, they need to live. Here's what she does start to believe: Some people just matter more to world history, you know? 😉 And her turn to villainy is complete without ever, even once, having a god damn point. She just wants her love. I might write a part 3 where we see Eilan at her happiest. She and Solas are married, have kids, and the ugly past feels distant. In that story they learn that actions have consequences and the misdeeds of the past catch up to them both.

[ksfreckles]

Sometimes my life seems divided in so many small pieces I find it hard to believe that either of those people were really me. How did such a distinct variety of starts and ends fit into this carapace, how did I have so much strenght and so much weakeness concealed into my soul? 32 years isn't that long. I feel like I've lived the lives of a thousand people, like I've walked paths I was never meant to cross.

The internet is, of course, a big part of it, with its fast happenings and its hundreds of people and so much color and sounds and light, and I have friends all across the globe!

It's intoxicating, really. Sideways realities, fears I don't remember fearing, conversations I don't remember having and it's all here, a big smudge of lines and lifes and lies and I'm all of them and none at all.

An e-mail telling a friend about us moving into this city tells me something "amazing" was about to happen! December 3rd was the date. December 6th mom was gone. I haven't talked to this same friend in the past two or three years., it's just life and it happens I guess.

Some old messages on another app, encouraging words, helpful thoughts. I'll be always here, the message reads. Of course "always" isn't immune to cancer, always couldn't make her stay. She never saw Kristen's nomination.

The pictures on my phone show month-old dogs in an empty house, and those same dogs have lived in four different houses now, their seven-year-old tails wiggling side to side, their cat-brother wrapped up watching them from afar. Those little lifes, the endless energy and the mischiefs are all coming to an end, and where did this time go? Where does the time ever go?

My sister has a boyfriend. Her own house, a different address, a life I don't know everything about. I have a wife. My own house, a different address, a life she doesn't know everything about. And it's ok, and we're all good, but at some point in space-time the two of us are sitting on a balcony telling each other we'll die together, we'll grow old together, we'll travel the world together.

At some point in space-time I'm flooded with such love nothing ever could compare. And this love makes me come out of imaginary closets and daydream during harsh days and this love keeps me full of fire and bravery and it's something that keeps me going. At some point in space-time, for a nanossecond, for a split moment, I'm loved back by this distant stranger all the way in France, and my stomach is full of butterflies, and I'm happy, and I'm worthy, and I am me.

I found such love years later. And it was different and more mature, and the me today looks back at the me who loved like that before and shakes her head cause that wasn't right love, that wasn't good love, that love hurt me and hurt her and it quite possibly destroyed the pure beautiful friendship we once had. And I'm married to someone new today, and it's a different love, a calm love, a strong love, the kind of love I know will last.

And all of these are me. The scared little girl, the dog mom, the cat mom, my sister's mom, my sister's sister, the one in love with Julia, the one in love with Bruna, Claudia's daughter, Maria Augusta's daughter, Selene's friend, Fotini's friend, Yoav's friend, a million different pieces, a never ending puzzle. And I'm as big as a grain on sand in this scary world, and how - oh, how - can I possibly expect to predict tomorrow if I could never imagine I would be all of this? How can one single person fit all of this?

And I'm exhausted, and intoxicaded, and deeply happy, and wonderfully clean. For a moment, somewhere in space-time, I am finally free.

[hydrangeaseller]

k.w.

1. green comet // february @nosebleedclub

—text id below;

[id: I tell myself it will be nice to start this month with a letter, end it with a poem. To get to the self you have to go deep down, have to strip back the denial and deception with a knife like white apple peel brace yourself against the teeth of bookshelves breathe into the pulp, even if very miserable still look for geodes present in much the same way funny bones sprout under the tenures of newly-beloveds. If I’ve lost myself I’m not to blame. I told you, comet, million-year bloomer,  I’m walking after myself after the undersea appellations of your departure. My mind is like milk and my memories are paper chains of young terrified mothers braided into each other’s arms. Too much stock in dreams, prayer in recycled faith, in practice, meditation on the mend and on the daily. Proposition: if you stop seeing people then you stop being a person yourself. Tell me what darkness comes after recognition. And if dreams paper your childhood bedroom, tell me about the age where you wanted to change the world. This being a letter, I’ve decided to stop all correspondence. From now on it’s between me and the world.

Begin again. A comet in many ways is a scalpel crossing the world, it’s a walk in the park, it’s a slice of cake or fruit that you could have taken or given up but the moment’s passed now. Too little facts. They tell me I have to discipline my writing hand or I’ll be broke, it’s good advice, you’ll be destitute, you’ll be a failure— worse, you’ll be a poet. Be away with you. I am not porous. I am man and mad and unlikely. I’ll show them, put in the effort: Comets can take millions of years to orbit the sun once. Yet I tell you I will not live one more. Not in this way. Instead I’ll skirt the annually recurring question of my life; redress

open wounds on paper, paste up cuts with flowers. A second to a comet is a twitch of the eyelid, the planet Earth a dawn jogger quietly blue, bringing a small dog along the path. Beside them a bench with a wretched kid’s birth year on it. With no experience with comets, let’s dream up a green one—why not, say a lovely green comet, dressed in feathers of breathing moss— the opera crescent moon being bronze and at all times entirely medicinal, let’s go to the underpasses, let’s upturn time with forks to see what starless bodies curl under shallow shells. On first days I invoke the river: on the last I curl back my hair, I take the bench and lick my teeth, I’ll say it, be a prophet, an oracle, a third eye of heaven— Heaven with two eyes but not just one— They are all letters, one to twenty-seven. Twenty-eight is a poem. ]

[mwplanet]

Greatest Must-Reads For Mary Ward Students

A list of the best titles to get you hooked on books!

By Jillian Lato

Reading books is an amazing thing to do in your spare time, but sometimes you just don't know what to read next. Reading is also an excellent hobby that can significantly improve your literacy skills. Dr. Seuss once said, “The more you read, the more things you'll know. The more you learn, the more places you'll go!" Here are some book recommendations to get you reading!

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“Harry Potter” by J.K. Rowling

The spectacular story of young wizard Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, has made a lasting impact on millions of people around the world. With excellent world-building and iconic characters, these seven books are certainly must-reads. Each installment combines fantasy and mystery elements to weave a magical tale. 

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“The Land of Stories” by Chris Colfer 

Twins Alex and Conner fall into a magical book and are transported to the Land of Stories, where they attempt to return to their world by collecting magical items from various tales. Alex and Conner encounter several challenges and uncover secrets along the way in this fantastical adventure, which is followed by five more novels and a prequel series, titled “A Tale of Magic.”

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“Six of Crows” by Leigh Bardugo 

Six outcasts attempt a dangerous heist in this thrilling and action-packed fantasy novel. Picturesque and filled with morally grey, complex characters, this book is impossible to put down. The romance is well written and character plotlines intertwine to create a remarkable story. “Six of Crows” is followed by “Crooked Kingdom'', forming a duology. 

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“All the Bright Places” by Jennifer Niven

This young-adult fiction revolves around Violet Markey, a girl living with survivor’s guilt, and Theodore Finch, a boy intrigued with the concept of death. After crossing paths, the two teens form a special connection as they help each other find the bright places in the dark alleyways of their minds. Emotionally powerful and insightful, this novel is definitely worth reading. 

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“Defy the Night” by Brigid Kemmerer

An ominous illness runs through the kingdom of Kandala, taking the lives of many citizens. The only cure is a tonic made from the rare Moonflower plant, which is being used exclusively by the rich. Wishing to end the suffering, apothecary apprentice Tessa Cade goes on a mission to steal petals of Moonflower to heal the poor, at great risk. “Defy the Night'' is followed by “Defend the Dawn”, completing the duology. 

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“Anne of Green Gables” by L.M. Montgomery

A classic historical fiction centering around inspirational and imaginative Anne Shirley, “Anne of Green Gables” is considered one of the best novels for all readers. This beautiful story of home, friendship, and coming of age will surely manage to capture your heart. The events of Anne’s life are expanded upon in the seven following books of the series. 

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“Percy Jackson and the Olympians” by Rick Riordan

This funny, action-adventure pentalogy series based on Greek mythology tells the story of Percy Jackson, demigod son of Poseidon, as he attempts to stop the Titan Kronos from destroying Mount Olympus. The Camp Half-Blood universe is continued in several spin-off series’ and companion books, including “The Heroes of Olympus”, “The Trials of Apollo”, “Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard”, “The Kane Chronicles”, “Percy Jackson’s Greek Gods”, and “Percy Jackson’s Greek Heroes”. 

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“The Murder of Roger Ackroyd” by Agatha Christie 

Regarded as the greatest mystery novel of all time, “The Murder of Roger Ackroyd” is filled with suspense and thrilling turns. The third novel featuring Hercule Poirot involves the detective solving the murder of his friend, Roger Ackroyd. With an innovative twist ending that defies the rules of mystery writing, this book truly is revolutionary. 

As Jhumpa Lahiri said, "That's the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet." We at the Planet hope you found these book recommendations helpful; have fun reading! 

[freenewsreport]

Jason Orange and Kathy Lloyd: A Love Story Lost in Time

Have you ever wondered about the love lives of celebrities, especially when they involve two people from completely different worlds? One such story that made headlines in the 90s was the romantic relationship between Jason Orange and Kathy Lloyd. It was a pairing that intrigued fans, not just because of their individual stardom but because of the mystery that surrounded their love life. How did a pop star and a glamour model find each other in the chaos of fame? Let’s dive deep into this whirlwind romance, the lives of Jason Orange and Kathy Lloyd, and how their relationship captured the public’s imagination.

Who Is Jason Orange?

Jason Orange is a former member of the iconic British boy band Take That, which shot to fame in the early 1990s. As one of the most beloved members of the group, Jason became a heartthrob for millions of fans around the world. His quiet charm, striking looks, and impressive dance moves made him a fan favorite. But despite his fame, Jason Orange always remained something of an enigma. He wasn’t the type to flaunt his personal life, which only added to his mystique.

Who Is Kathy Lloyd?

On the other hand, Kathy Lloyd was one of Britain’s top glamour models in the 80s and 90s. Famous for her appearances in popular magazines like The Sun and Page 3, Kathy became a household name for her stunning beauty and bold personality. She embodied confidence, and her career thrived as she graced magazine covers and became a regular face on television.

Kathy Lloyd wasn’t just another pretty face, though. She carved out a lasting career for herself in a notoriously tough industry. But when Jason Orange entered her life, the media frenzy began.

How Did Jason Orange and Kathy Lloyd Meet?

Now, you might be wondering: How did Jason Orange and Kathy Lloyd cross paths? They seemed like two individuals from entirely different worlds. Well, the 90s were a time when the lines between pop culture and the world of glamour modeling were more blurred than ever. Celebrities from various spheres often mingled at industry events, parties, and charity functions.

Jason and Kathy reportedly met at a mutual friend’s party, and sparks flew immediately! Their chemistry was undeniable, and soon after, rumors of their relationship began swirling in the tabloids.

The Media's Obsession with Their Relationship

As you can imagine, the relationship between Jason Orange and Kathy Lloyd was a hot topic in the media. The tabloids couldn’t get enough of them. It seemed that everywhere they went, they were followed by a throng of photographers eager to catch a glimpse of the couple. Fans were curious, too—after all, both Jason and Kathy were household names, and seeing them together felt like a crossover episode of two different shows!

But despite the media attention, both Jason and Kathy kept their relationship relatively private. They were often seen together at events, but they rarely discussed their romance publicly. This only fueled the curiosity of fans—What was really going on behind the scenes? Were they in it for the long haul, or was this just another fling?

Why Did Jason Orange and Kathy Lloyd Break Up?

All good things, as they say, must come to an end. Unfortunately, the same was true for Jason Orange and Kathy Lloyd. The exact reasons for their breakup were never made public, but there’s speculation that the pressure of fame and constant media scrutiny played a significant role. It’s tough enough to maintain a relationship in private, let alone when the entire world is watching your every move.

Moreover, both Jason and Kathy were incredibly busy with their careers at the time. Take That was touring the world, and Kathy’s modeling career was in full swing. The demands of their respective professions may have made it difficult for them to spend quality time together.

What Happened to Jason Orange After the Breakup?

After his split with Kathy Lloyd, Jason Orange continued to focus on his career with Take That. However, by 2014, Jason had officially left the group, citing a desire to step away from the limelight. To this day, Jason remains largely out of the public eye, leading a quiet life away from the music industry.

What Did Kathy Lloyd Do After the Breakup?

Similarly, Kathy Lloyd shifted gears after her relationship with Jason Orange ended. Although she continued modeling for a few more years, she eventually retired from the glamour scene. Kathy has since lived a more private life, occasionally making appearances in the media but mostly staying out of the public spotlight.

Why Does Their Relationship Still Fascinate Us?

So, what is it about Jason Orange and Kathy Lloyd that still captures our imagination? Perhaps it’s because their romance felt like a match made in celebrity heaven. They were both successful, attractive, and wildly popular in their own right. Or maybe it’s because their relationship seemed genuine—free from the drama and spectacle that often surrounds celebrity couples. Whatever the reason, fans still talk about them to this day, wondering what might have been.

Key Takeaways: Why Do We Remember Jason and Kathy?

They were a power couple in the 90s: Both Jason Orange and Kathy Lloyd were at the height of their fame.

They valued privacy: Unlike many celebrity couples, they kept their romance low-key, adding an air of mystery.

Their breakup was quiet: The couple parted ways without much drama, leaving fans with more questions than answers.

Conclusion

In the end, the romance between Jason Orange and Kathy Lloyd remains one of those untold stories that fans love to reminisce about. Even though they went their separate ways, they left a lasting impression on the hearts of many. Their love may have faded, but the intrigue surrounding their relationship certainly hasn’t. It serves as a reminder that, sometimes, the most captivating love stories are the ones we never fully get to see.

[she-writes-anonymously]

A sardonic response to a younger version of myself:

Turns out it was a beautiful pipe dream, a projection of the best of me.  Perhaps this is the realization, the canon event every 20 something young adult entering the workplace must live through. The inevitable graveyard for all those beautiful hopes, dreams, and wishes.

you bet it is

 There are no shortcuts when you first enter the workforce, no grand mentor that would come and rescue you. Some will even be resentful, perhaps we remind them of that younger and morally optimistic version of themselves. Who they once were when they enter the workplace, and how the rancid system inevitably consumed them.

Some will feed of you until they have dry out your lifeforce, until you have become a lifeless copy of their version because “that is the way it has always been”. As if this phrase somehow exempts them from having an ounce of humanity. As if this phrase doesn’t highlight exactly what is wrong with the system. As if we didn’t have a system that was born from slavery, and it has done nothing but evolved and morphed into recent times, still breathing. As if complacency is not the biggest obstacle of progress.   

Sometimes we speak too soon, I know I did.  I was enchanted with the illusion of the beautiful “what would be” picture I saw in my head. The million dreams I would be able to buy with the money my career would bring. How many young adults I wonder, have seen their pipe dreams turned into ash before their eyes? How many of them feel the sorrow and pain from the sudden realization the resistance that the people in powerful place of the company are the ones not allowing the system to evolve. How sorrowful it feels to wish for a better world and workplace and have both your hands tie down for this fight.

I haven’t given up yet. I’ve only accepted that I am a part of the system, that while I cannot support all of it, I cannot also condemn all of it. Not when I am unable to scape it, not when I haven’t built the foundations in which I don’t need to depend on it. I am more hopeful and optimistic as ever.

Sometimes we just aspire to be seen, to be understood. The workplace can be the place where some people are good at pretending.  Some people have mastered the art of deceiving. They will pretend until they no longer can keep up with the role they created. When the walls come down and you come face to face with that ugly character, suddenly, everything makes sense. Suddenly,

In this big wide world, our paths are bound to cross with each other. 

Some interactions are unavoidable. Some experiences are better digested long after they have passed. Somethings may never make sense, but sitting here, reflecting on that first big girl job. I understand the lesson and I refuse to be broken by the system.  My hopes, and my dreams are mine, and the flame that keeps me alive until I draw my last breath.

[hearingcarecenterbd]

Restoring Connection: Building Bridges Through Better Hearing

In today's fast-paced world, the ability to communicate effectively is more important than ever. Yet, for millions of people dealing with hearing loss, this fundamental aspect of connection can be dauntingly out of reach. Unfortunately, the path to improving one's hearing—and by extension, one's quality of life—is often clouded with misinformation and apprehension. That's where the pivotal role of a Hearing Care Center comes into play, acting not just as a medical provider but as a bridge builder in the lives of those it serves.

The Silent Epidemic

Hearing loss is often termed a silent epidemic, affecting individuals across age groups, yet it remains shrouded in unnecessary stigma and neglect. It's startling to think how something as crucial as hearing is often taken for granted until the clarity of sounds and words start fading away—turning lively conversations into muffled echoes of their former selves.

However, acknowledging the issue is just the first step. Many find themselves asking, "What now?" It's at this crossroads that seeking professional help from a reputable Hearing Care Center becomes vital.

The Role of a Hearing Care Center

A Hearing Care Center is not just about diagnosing hearing issues or fitting hearing aids; it's about restoring the richness of life that comes from full participation in conversations, appreciating music, and connecting with the sounds of nature. Here's how visiting one can start you on the path to building bridges back to strong communication:

Personalized Hearing Assessments

Every individual's hearing loss is unique, which is why personalized assessments are crucial. These evaluations determine not only the extent and type of hearing loss but also the best course of action tailored to each person's lifestyle, preferences, and needs.

Innovative Solutions and Technologies

Advancements in hearing technology have been monumental, offering solutions that were unimaginable even a decade ago. Today's hearing aids are not only incredibly effective but also sleek, discreet, and packed with features that accommodate even the most tech-savvy users. A Hearing Care Center provides access to these cutting-edge solutions, ensuring that patients can benefit from the latest in hearing aid technology.

Ongoing Support and Counseling

Adapting to life with hearing aids is a journey—one that doesn't end with the fitting session. Ongoing support, counseling, and adjustments are essential to ensure comfort, satisfaction, and, ultimately, the successful integration of the hearing aids into daily life. Education on how to maintain and care for these devices is also a critical component of the services offered.

Community and Connection

Perhaps one of the most understated aspects of seeking help from a Hearing Care Center is the sense of community it fosters. Being able to share experiences, challenges, and successes with others who understand can be incredibly empowering. Group sessions and workshops often become spaces of mutual support, learning, and camaraderie.

Beyond the Silence

The road to better hearing is as much a psychological one as it is physical. It requires stepping beyond the silence—not just the silence caused by hearing loss but also the silence that comes from hesitation to seek help. Investing in your hearing is an investment in your relationships, your mental health, and your overall sense of well-being.

>No one should have to miss the whispered secrets of a grandchild, the nuanced dialogue of a beloved film, or the subtle sounds of nature that bring peace and joy. A Hearing Care Center stands as a beacon for those navigating the challenging waters of hearing loss, leading them back to a world vibrant with sound and connection.

If you or a loved one are experiencing signs of hearing loss, consider reaching out to a Hearing Care Center. It's never too late to cross the bridge back to clear communication and enriched living. Remember, in the realm of hearing care, silence is not golden—it's a call to action that can lead to a life full of sound and connection.

[moynislam]

A Comprehensive Overview of Moyn Islam on Wikipedia and Beyond 

In an era when digital entrepreneurship and innovation are altering our world, Moyn Islam is a towering figure whose journey and accomplishments have enthralled millions. While his Wikipedia article provides insight into his professional life, there is much more to Islam's story than meets the eye. This blog dives deeper, providing a complete look at Moyn Islam's biography, entrepreneurial endeavors, and the legacy he is creating.  

Early Years and the Spark of Entrepreneurship 

Born into a family that emphasized education and hard effort, Moyn Islam grew up with a strong interest in technology and business. He had a keen mind and a knack for problem solving from an early age, attributes that would later serve as the foundation of his business career. His road was not without challenges, but each one fueled his determination to achieve.  

The Genesis of BE and the Vision Behind It 

Moyn explains the origins and vision of BE. BE, Islam's most renowned company, arose from a desire to use technology to empower people and offer chances that cross geographical and economic boundaries. BE, led by Islam, swiftly distinguished itself with innovative solutions in education, digital marketing, and e-commerce. The brand's success demonstrates Islam's vision of a society where technology acts as a great equalizer, allowing people from all walks of life to realize their goals.  

Beyond Business: Moyn Islam's Philosophy 

Not only is Moyn Islam an entrepreneur, but he also has a unique perspective to life. He believes in positive thinking, lifelong learning, and the value of giving back to the community. His worldview is based on the premise that true success comes from helping others achieve, a principle that is profoundly ingrained in both BE's company culture and his personal life.  

The Impact of Moyn Islam: Transforming Lives and Industries 

Moyn Islam's impact goes beyond the boardroom. Through BE, he has impacted the lives of people, provided not only products and services but also hoped and a route to financial freedom. His efforts to equalize access to technology and education have garnered him recognition, but the true prize for Islam is seeing others succeed.  

His influence extends to the way corporations see and use technology. By showcasing the power of digital platforms to create growth and community, Islam has inspired a new generation of entrepreneurs to think creatively and boldly.  

Looking Forward: The Future According to Moyn Islam  

In terms of the future, Moyn Islam remains determined to push the frontiers of what is possible. With goals to broaden BE's reach and effect, he is constantly looking for new ways to innovate and adapt in a rapidly changing digital landscape. His path demonstrates that with vision, resilience, and a desire to make a difference, anything is possible.  

To summarize, while Moyn Islam's Wikipedia page provides a factual overview of his achievements, the entire extent of his influence and vision is significantly greater. Islam has not only developed a great business with BE and other initiatives, but he has also inspired a movement toward inclusive and ecological entrepreneurship. As we look to the future, Moyn Islam's legacy will undoubtedly grow, guided by his steadfast confidence in technology's ability to improve people's lives.  

[livisnotlee]

Well, it’s July…

I don’t usually get overly personal or sentimental on here anymore but I wanted to make an exception this time.

This is going to be an appreciation post for my best friend: @demeterdownunder (As well as for everyone I’ve met in the sfw tk community)

I won’t say his actual name for privacy, so in this post I’ll call him Dimitri.

Bring your tissues and your popcorn, this is going to be a long one.

Hey there bud.

I met you over a year ago now. It’s crazy how time flies huh?

When we first crossed paths I was going through hell.

Di (my grandma) had recently passed away, and I was just broken up with by the person who I thought was going to be there for me no matter what.

If it were not for you gathering up the courage on that discord server to ask me if we could be friends, I don’t think we would be talking today.

You didn’t know it yet, but meeting you… it probably saved my life.

We instantly hit it off, calling and texting almost every night. I still remember how nervous you sounded that first time I heard your voice, and the way you exploded with happiness when we worked out that we both lived in Australia.

Finally. Someone else in the community from our own damn country.

As I learned to trust you more, and you let me in, we formed a small group of friends that would become like a second family to us all.

At first it was you, me, @pixliidraws, and @willthelee, but then it grew with @bearlee-giggling, @altheadajoysoul, Pix and Auggie’s partner, @the-gingerbread-lee, and my wonderful girlfriend (happy 4 month anniversary babe!) who’s name I will keep anonymous for privacy reasons. We made a little home together, a chaotic family if you will (roll credits).

These people became my closest friends, my family.

We spent so much time together on call, laughing, playing games, teasing each other, sharing our best and worst days.

We bonded over extreme stress and heartache, an event this time last year that ultimately cemented our friendship.

I won’t go into the details of this as it would we are all processing it in different ways, but I will say that I am glad that I chose these people to stick by, because there is two sides to every story and you shouldn’t let lies on the internet interfere with the real, deep, and posssibly life-long connections you make with those in your community.

Dimitri, you know more than anyone how important it is to ask for help, and to learn to rely upon those around you for support when and if you need it.

Without your support and unconditional love, I would not be the person I am today.

You were there when my whole world was falling apart. You were there when the memories seemed too difficult to bare. You were there to help guide me through, to help me process things that I would have never faced on my own.

When it comes to helping those you care about, you have an unshakable sense of bravery and compassion. You are our rock.

I was there for you too. Staying up with you into the early hours of the morning to talk about everything and anything that was on our minds. Pouring out our hearts to eachother and never shying away from even the most terrifying and depressing subjects.

We knew we needed to be real with eachother, that rather than toxic positivity and conflict avoidance, we needed honesty and tough love to get us through. And above all we needed hope.

We made a promise to eachother one day; that no matter what happens, nothing will ever permanently keep us apart. We promised eachother that one day we would meet up, and that we would be able to hug eachother in real life instead of from over a screen.

And meet up we did… twice.

It was like being reunited with the long lost sibling that you never knew you had.

After getting over the initial shock and poking eachother just to make sure we were real, it just clicked.

Everything felt so natural by your side. We held hands like we had done it a million times before. We explored Sydney and Canberra, walking for hours on end without getting tired. We became closer than we had ever been before.

Leaving was awful. It felt like loosing you all over again. It didn’t feel the same. I wanted to hold your hand and hug you the way I did so many times that week. You became part of me.

It got easier with time. Knowing that you were only a call away, that I could text you and hear your voice whenever I wanted, even if you weren’t there with me physically. I knew you would be by my side again soon. Though it hurt like hell, I knew it was worth it.

You introduced me to a song that I played on repeat whenever I was feeling sad. ‘We’ll meet again’ by Vera Lynn. I think the lyrics speak for themselves.

After the closing of the second time all those months later, we were at peace. We had discovered just how close you can feel to someone, while never doubting for a second it was platonic. It felt safe. If it’s possible to have platonic soulmates then that’s what we are. We were able to love eachother deeply without taking away any romantic love that we had for our respective partners.

If I had to do it all again I would in a heartbeat. And there is no one else I would rather do it with than you.

I am so excited to meet up with you again! To have you stay with me and show you my home town, the place I grew up. Remembering that every time that you have to leave, is one step closer to you never having to leave again.

One day if we choose, we will be able to move in together. To go travelling, and meet all our friends over in America. And to be there for eachother physically whenever we need it.

But for now let’s focus on getting through it one day at a time.

1 more week.

This time next week we will be together already.

You will get to see my family, my cats, my town.

You’ll get to have a break from everything and just breathe.

It’s going to be okay.

It’s all going to be worth it.

While I could keep talking about you forever, I think it’s best I end it off here. There are a million other things I would like to say but I’m sure you know them already.

Dimitri, my brother, my confidant, my best friend.

Thank you for everything. I love you just as much as any younger sister could ever love their older sibling. You mean the whole world to me and that is why i’m writing this, because want the whole internet to know it.

I’m not really sure how to end this properly after all that, honestly the last half an hour writing this has just been a blur. But when have you ever been one for formalities anyway hahah.

I’ll see you when you inevitably come flustered in my DMs 5 minutes after you see this, keyboard smashing in happiness like the dork you are.

I’ll always be here for you mate, and so will the rest of the chaos fam.

Take care, and I’ll be with you soon.

-Liv 💖

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Request: Could you do a Bucky Barnes imagine where he blips but the reader is pregnant so when he comes back he meets their daughter? If not that’s totally understandable and I hope you have an amazing day/night 💕

A/N: Look, I love writing angsty Bucky. But I also love writing happy Bucky. Hope y’all love reading this ♥  Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated.

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Thanos being defeated was not the end of it all. It seemed like it. The grand heroic solution to all problems. The ultimate test before things got better. Before they got easier.

That was a lie.

Bucky looks across the vast area of the Stark’s estate as people, all dressed in black, mourn the loss of a dear friend, an idol, a husband, a father.

That word sends a wave of anxiety and fear through him. He knows he can’t run forever and really, he doesn’t want to. He just doesn’t know how to deal with — everything. How to be the man he needs to be. How to step up and not fuck this up.

Sometimes fear makes you do stupid things, really stupid things. Like avoiding the love of your life because you are too afraid of what she might think of you.

His eyes find (Y/N) as she leans against a tree, lips pulled into a sad smile as Sam rambles about one thing or another next to her. This isn’t right. Sam shouldn’t be the one cheering her up and trying to get her to smile. It should be him. If only he wasn’t such a coward.

People don’t talk about these things though. They only talk about those that had been gone now being back again. They talk about the joy of being reunited but not the fears, the sadness, the disappointment — and they sure as hell don’t talk about the guilt.

The guilt of coming back after 5 years to find out you missed so many important moments in the life of a child you never knew you had.

His eyes wander down towards the little girl holding on tightly to her mother’s hand. She has his eyes, his dark hair, his lips. She’s a spitting image of his younger sister. A Barnes through and trough.

Every time he looks at her his heart beats out of his chest in a way he’s never felt before. When they say that the love for your own child is an instant emotion, they are not wrong or exaggerating.

The moment he came back from oblivion and first laid eyes on her, it felt like his heart had known her all his life. He wanted to hold her and shelter her from all the bad things the world might throw her way. Wanted to kiss her little nose and read her stories and sing her silly little songs. He hated singing but for her, he wanted to do it. Just because that’s what dads do.

But fear is one hell of an emotion and above all, it’s terribly convincing.

He’d never had a particularly good example of a father. It was different times then. Different ways of raising your child. Fathers weren’t meant to show affection, they were meant to enforce rules and order. How could he ever be good at this? He doesn’t have a single clue how to do any of this.

And then there’s the fact that he’s left (Y/N) alone to deal with all of this. Every first has been forever taken from him. First breath, first cry, first word, first steps. Every little thing.

Would she resent him for it? For not being there when it mattered?

So he ran. He came back and he ran.

She doesn’t deserve this and neither does (Y/N). They deserve so much better.

“ It’s time Buck. “ Steve speaks up as he leans against the porch railing next to his oldest friend.

“ Are you still sure about this? “ Bucky asks, not taking his eyes off of his girls. His stomach feels like he’s swallowed a bag of bricks. Life was supposed to be easier after Thanos. This isn’t easy. This is just scary. And sad.

“ That, “ Steve says and nods his head towards (Y/N) and the girl “ that’s your second chance. I gotta take mine. “

Bucky turns to look at his friend trying to figure out what to say next but coming up empty. What do you say to that? Steve deserves to be happy. He deserves to be where his heart always has been. Does it mean Bucky thinks it’s the right choice? Not necessarily. But he understands. Had it been him and (Y/N) he would’ve crossed time and space to be with her.

Which is ironic to think because now all he does is avoid her. Because that’s the coward he is.

“ Alright let’s go. I’ll grab Bruce you do — whatever you gotta do. “

He dares to send one last look towards (Y/N) and this time she’s looking back with a soft eye and a timid little smile on her lips. None of which he is deserving of.

Steve let's go of Sam, parting with one last friendly slap on the back before turning towards Bucky.

Bucky's throat feels dry and rough and while his head is swirling with words he wants to say, none of them really make it past his lips. He's known about Steve's idea for a few days now, has had time to let it settle and come to terms with it. It still breaks his heart but sometimes that's what you do for the people you love. You support them on their path to happiness even if it hurts you in the process.

"I'll miss you," Bucky finally manages to say and he wraps his arm around his friend's shoulder. "You'll always be my brother."

"I know. I'll miss you too. But I know you're in good hands." Steve responds and lets his gaze wander towards the house, no doubt talking about (Y/N) and the kid.

"Promise me something, Buck." He says as he pulls away.

"Anything."

"Talk to (Y/N) and get to know your daughter. She's a Barnes through and through. And she loves you so much, they both do. Let them. Love 'em back."

"Kid doesn't even know me," Bucky murmurs, nervously glancing at the floor.

"What? You really think that? Buck, all we did for the last 5 years was try to keep your memory alive. For us but especially for her. We showed her pictures and videos and (Y/N) told her so many stories. She knows you and she loves you and for the first time in her life, she's living in a world where her dad is alive and present. Go, be with them. You guys need each other."

He's right. Of course, he's right. Steve has this fantastic ability to be right when it matters.

“And don’t do anything stupid until I get back!” Steve adds, making a small smile appear on Bucky’s face.

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you. “

They embrace each other one last time before Bucky whispers another “I’ll miss you” and Steve tells him that “It’ll be okay, Buck”.

And then everything happens so fast. One moment he’s living in a world where his best friend is by his side and a minute later all of that has forever changed.

Bucky wipes his eyes with the back of his hand one last time before looking at himself in the mirror. He knew this moment was coming, Steve told him. He had time to come to terms with it and yet it’s a completely different situation now that it’s done. Parting with the only family you’ve ever known breaks your heart in ways you’ve never known are possible.

As he steps out of the bathroom something solid crashes against him and as he looks down, a pair of identical blue eyes stare back at him. He’s not been this close to her since he found out about her, keeping her at a distance. To protect her.

His arm was made to kill how could it ever hold a child and keep it safe?

She stares at him for a moment before a small “Hi” falls from her lips. It’s shy and timid and adorable and all Bucky wants to do is cuddle her to his chest and never let her go.

He doesn’t get the chance though as another little girl rushes past them and calls out to his daughter to follow her which she does.

“Who is that?” Bucky hears Morgan question.

“That’s my daddy, but I don’t think he wants to see me. Mommy says he needs time but —“

He doesn’t hear the rest of her words as the girls round the corner and get swallowed by the sounds of the other guests still mulling around sharing stories about their fallen hero.

But it’s enough. He doesn’t need to hear more. Those words are enough to rip his heart out of his rib cage, crush it up into a million little pieces, and spread it in the winds, never to be able to be put together ever again.

“Hey have you seen — oh Bucky are you okay?”

He doesn’t deserve her tenderness, her kindness, and her care, and yet she still exudes the same love she’s always held for him. Love he was never deserving of from the beginning.

It doesn’t matter at that moment though, who deserves what and who doesn’t. He’s too caught up in the breaking of his own heart. So he falls into her arms as silent tears slowly but surely make their way down his cheeks.

“She thinks I don’t want to see her.”

“Who does?” (Y/N) says as she gently combs her fingers through his long hair.

“My own daughter. “

(Y/N) pulls away slightly, holding onto his shoulders and looking deep into his eyes.

“Are you ready to talk about this now? Ready to stop avoiding me ?”

Bucky only nods and lets her lead him outside past the guests and down to the lake where it’s quiet and serene and life seems to slow down a little. She keeps holding on to his hand, his vibranium one, as they settle on a bench facing each other.

“ I missed you, Bucky.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

He’s been told those words so many times and it’s still hard to believe in them. Even when he knows they’re true. There will always be a hint of doubt since him. Always.

“I don’t — I don’t want her to think I don’t love her. Or want to be with her. I do love her very much. More than I have ever loved another person, including you, and you are my everything. I’m just overwhelmed and — and scared.” He admits. It’s the first time he says those words to anyone but himself. It feels good. It feels right. But it doesn’t take the fear away or the guilt.

“James, she knows you love her. Not a day went by that I didn’t tell her how much her daddy loves her and wants to be with us. And it’s okay to be scared. I was scared and I only had to deal with a baby, not an opinionated 4-year-old. It’s okay to be scared but you can’t let the fear hold you back. You’re the bravest man I know. You laugh in the face of danger. What changed?”

“Stakes are higher this time. What’s losing my life compared to ruining my daughter’s?”

“You’re not gonna ruin anyone’s life, Buck.” (Y/N) exclaims and softly pets the side of his face. She’s always been so gentle with him. Such a contrast to the touches he was used to.

“I don’t know the first thing about being a dad. Mine wasn’t a very good example. I have been trained to kill, to cause pain. My arm is a weapon.”

“Your arm has shielded me from bullets and harm so many times. It’s held me close at night and wipes my tears when I was sad. Your arm is only a weapon if you use it like that. And all the other stuff, that’s not you anymore. You know this. “

He can see the treads now welling in her eyes too and it makes his heart twist and constrict in many painful ways.

“And I left you alone during all of it. Missed the last 4 years of her life and the entire pregnancy. How am I gonna make up for that, for leaving you alone?”

It feels like once he’s started talking he can’t stop. All his fears and worries flow from his lips like tidal waves in an ocean. Crashing against the shore of truth.

“You didn’t leave us Bucky. You were taken from us. We never blamed you for that. I know you wanted to be there. I never doubted that for a second. Look, I had 9 months to come to terms with my fears, you didn’t have any time to face them. I get why you are freaking out but uh — it’s time to step up. You know what makes a good dad? Being there when he can be. Showing he cares. Can you do that?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I can.” Bucky promises and smiles a smile of content. One of hope. His fears and his guilt aren’t gone. But maybe if she believes in him and Steve does, maybe he can be the man and the father he needs to be.

“Good. We really do love you, Buck.”

“As in present tense?”

“Of course. We never stopped. Now can I ask one more thing of you?”

“What’s that?” In the end, it wouldn’t really matter. Whatever she asks he’ll do it. For her, he’ll do anything.

“Can you kiss me? I’ve been waiting for 5 years to finally kiss you again. I can’t hold out much longer. “

He grants her not one kiss, not two. In fact, he loses count as they get lost in many many loving kisses. Maybe, Bucky thinks, soulmates really are a thing. Maybe there are people on this earth meant to find each other. Meant to go through hardships together and still find their way back to one another in the end.

Whatever one chooses to believe in. Bucky is certain she is his person in this life and the next and through whatever might come their way.

He’s sitting on the big red couch in (Y/N)’s apartment, nervously fumbling with the tassels on one of the throw pillows as his eyes wander around the room. There are so many pictures, hung on the walls and placed on side tables and shelves. His child’s entire life up to now, caught on film for him to relive if only in his mind.

There are pictures of him too. One of him and Steve in the 40s, laughing and leaning against each other in support. (Y/N) always said it was one of her favorites. “You’re so happy in it. That’s how happy I want you to be all the time.” She’s told him once.

Next to a picture of (Y/N) and their daughter is a picture of him. He’s sure it’s placed there deliberately. To remind everyone he is a part of this family, even when he wasn’t there.

He is here now though. The next picture put up will be one of all three of them.

The front door opens and a melody of voices echoes through the place. (Y/N)’s laughter and the sweet giggle of his little girl. It’s his favorite sound in the world, he decided then and there. Nothing will ever compare.

The girl rushes into the room then comes to an abrupt stop in front of him.

“Hi,” she says in the same small voice as she did at the Stark’s house. Only this time Bucky doesn’t just stand and stare at her, unable to move or speak.

This time he holds out his arms and speaks up.

“Hi, I — I'm sorry it has taken me so long. I don’t know what I was thinking. I love you, Darling. Can I hug you?”

She doesn’t say yes or no, doesn’t glance at his vibranium arm with hesitance of fear. She falls right into him, wrapping her little arms around his neck and cuddling into his chest. It feels like this is where she belongs, like this is where she was always meant to be. Like his arms were made to hold her and never let go. And maybe, Bucky thinks, maybe they were.

“I love you too, daddy.”

He liked being a sergeant. It’s a title that has always filled him with pride. It has nothing on the title of being a dad. That one means so much more. Fills him with a pride and love he’s never previously known.

For the next few moments, he gets lost in the feeling of holding his child. A perfect little girl who is part of him. The good. Only the good. It all comes together in her. No nightmares or guilt or fears. Only love. So much love. He holds her close to his heart, wishing he could’ve done this when she was just a baby. Feel her heart beat in rhythm with his. He places little kisses up and down her small face. On her chubby little cheeks and her cute bottom nose, making her scrunch it up and let out soft giggles.

It’s strange to be the man he is and act so gently with another human being. But it feels so right.

His eyes find (Y/N)’s across the room, filled with tears though this time they are happy ones. With an outreached hand he beckons her over and pulls her onto the couch and into the hug.

This is right. Nothing has ever felt this real. This happy. This perfect.

His girls cuddle into him with nothing but love filling their hearts. This is the life he wants, the one he has always wanted. The life he fought for. The life he will never stop fighting for.

Steve was wrong. They aren’t his second chance.

They’re his only chance.

His destiny.

His family.

His home.

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