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historyhermann · 2 years ago

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“The Owl House” Showcases Diverse Stories and LGBTQ Representation

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What if a girl stumbled into another world filled with witches, wizards, and magic? The Owl House answers that question, as Luz explores a new world with new friends, enemies, and learns more about herself along the way.

Reprinted from The Geekiary, my History Hermann WordPress blog (it will be published on there on Jan. 1) and Wayback Machine. This was the forty-fourth article I wrote for The Geekiary. This post was originally published on July 8, 2022.

The Owl House is an animated fantasy series by Dana Terrace, a bisexual animator and writer. She is known for storyboarding episodes of Gravity Falls and the recent reboot of DuckTales.

As a warning, this recommendation discusses spoilers for episodes of The Owl House.

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The Owl House centers around Luz Noceda (voiced by Sarah-Nicole Robles), a Dominican-American teenage girl who enters an alternate world. She arrives in a set of islands known as Boiling Isles. Luz soon befriends an older witch named Eda Clawthorne (voiced by Wendie Malick), also known as The Owl Lady.

She also meets a small demon named King (voiced by Alex Hirsch), and a witty door knocker of the Owl House, Hooty (voiced by Hirsch). Although Luz doesn't have innate magical abilities, she serves as a witches' apprentice to Eda, and lives at the Owl House.

To hone her magical skills, Luz goes to Hexside Academy, where each student has a magical track. She meets other classmates like Willow Park (voiced by Tati Gabrielle) and Gus Parker (voiced by Issac Ryan Brown). Willow and Gus are skilled in plant and illusion magic.

Luz becomes fast friends with them. As someone obsessed with human culture, Gus tries to learn what he can from her. Over the course of the first season, Luz slowly improves her relationship with the school's top student, Amity Blight (voiced by Mae Whitman).

The series features characters such as the school's principal, Hieronymus Bump (voiced by Bumper Robinson) and Eda's sister, Lilith Clawthorne (voiced by Cissy Jones). There's also the ruler of the Boiling Isles and series villain, Emperor Belos, a witch student named Boscha (voiced by Eden Reigel), and Amity's siblings Emira "Em" and Edric "Ed" Blight (voiced by Erica Lindbeck and Ryan O'Flanagan). Kevin Michael Richardson, Grey Griffin, Fred Tatasciore, Eric Bauza, Kari Wahlgren, Jorge Diaz, and Kimberly Brooks voice other characters.

The Owl House begins differently than any other series I've watched. Even though Futurama and Samurai Jack feature time travel. And Final Space, Elliot from Earth, Otherside Picnic, and Helluva Boss have dimensional travel. None of them are like this series. Although The Owl House has some similarities with Steven Universe and She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, it is unique in and of itself.

Even so, there are season two episodes focusing on time travel and its implications. Viewers learn a frightening truth about Belos (voiced by Matthew Rhys). This scares his loyal servant, Hunter (voiced by Zeno Robinson) out of his mind. It makes Luz worried about her safety.

The series has received nominations for youth and family programming, character design, and voice-over work awards since its premiere. Most recently, it received a GLAAD Media Award award for Outstanding Kids and Family Programming, competing with Amphibia and other live-action productions. The Owl House previously received a nomination for the same award last year.

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The Owl House has some cast diversity. Robles, who voices one of the series protagonists, is Afro-Latine. Elizabeth Grullon, who voiced Luz's mother, Camila, is of Dominican descent. She described her character's relationship with Luz as a "refreshing representation" of a real Latine family. Robinson, Brown, and Brooks are Black actors. Gabrielle is Afro-Korean. Luz is significant as an animated character because 12% of Latine people, and 2% of the U.S. adult population, identify as Afro-Latine.

In 2021, series creator Dana Terrace confirmed that Luz is neurodivergent. Previously, some fans argued that she was ADHD-coded because of her hyperfixations and actions. The latter is still a possibility since she is neurodivergent.

T.J. Hill composed the first season's music. Brad Breek composed the second season's music. Hill also composed the theme music. It is fitting for this young adult fantasy series. The music often helps set the mood, connecting with the show's story. On Twitter, Hill noted that the show's score had "interesting and experimental sounds" which he enjoyed putting together. He also composed music for Amphibia.

The animation style of The Owl House is amazing. Terrace has said that Russian architecture and paintings of John Bauer, Remedios Varo, and Hieronymus Bosch inspired her. To make sure the show is visually effective, there were over 100 people as part of the crew, and 50 people on the pre-production crew alone, by December 2019.

Spencer Wan supervised the show's crew in the first season. Kofi Fiagome did the same in the second season. Ricky Cometa worked as the series art director. Demons in the show are not scary but represent actual people. Comeda noted that they designed Luz as a "nod to all...fellow nerds out there". Furthermore, the Boiling Isles has a purple ocean to distinguish it from Earth.

Luz realizes she is in the Boiling Isles

The Owl House, unlike some other series, has deep lore which pulls you into the series. This includes worldbuilding, like when Luz, Hooty, and King travel to Titan Trapper Island hoping to learn about King's past. What they find is something they don't expect, while King discovers his new powers and who he really is.

There are compelling stories, like those focused on the family backstories of Edith and Luz. Terrace has said that while much of the series lore is made up, the Pokemon franchise strongly influenced her. The show's main characters were even inspired by people in Terrace's life, with Luz even named after Terrace's roommate, Luz Batiste, who is a story artist on the show and is also Dominican-American.

The series, based on Terrace's childhood experiences, has the twin themes of conformity and uniqueness. This interconnects with the horror elements of the series, which Disney executives were concerned about. The heartfelt and comedic elements balance out the more scary ones.

Even so, Terrace compromised between her ideas and the wishes of Disney executives. This resulted in the show's intended "darker tone" being minimized in the show's first season. In the second season, the intended tone came to the fore and The Owl House truly became a young adult animation on par with Dead End: Paranormal Park and The Legend of Korra.

Critics from Common Sense Media, Collider, The Mary Sue, The A.V. Club, CBR, and TheGamer acclaimed the series during its first 19-episode season run. It received a second season renewal prior to the first season debut. However, while the series was renewed for a third and final season, only three 44-minute special episodes will air (despite the positive reception). It is shorter than the 10-20 episodes the production team had anticipated.

In a Reddit AMA, Terrace wrote that The Owl House got cut short because Disney executives claimed the show did not fit into the "Disney brand." She surmised that the show's serialized nature and older audience than other Disney productions, rather than the show's LGBTQ representation, was the reason. Terrace further revealed that the executives did not allow her to argue for a fourth season. She believed the show could have a future if different executives were in charge.

The Owl House is not dead and gone. Terrace has said she would like to continue it in the future either through a limited series or comics. She encouraged fans to ask Disney for more content connected to the show. There was a series of shorts released on the official Disney Channel YouTube Channel entitled "Look Hooo's Talking" and comedic shorts entitled "Owl Pellets" released throughout 2020.

Amity and Luz both blush after they agree to be girlfriends with one another.

One of the most important aspects of the show is its LGBTQ+ representation. This is most outwardly manifested by Luz, who is bisexual. She is the first bisexual protagonist in a Disney series, although not the first bisexual character. Some read Li Shong (voiced by BD Wong) in Mulan and Nerissa in W.I.T.C.H. as bisexual. Jackie Lynn Thomas in Star Vs. The Forces of Evil is bisexual, as are Jess and Sasha Waybright in Amphibia.

A major subplot in the series is the feelings Luz, and her original rival-of-sorts, Amity, have for one another. This begins with Amity blushing and acting bashful toward Luz. This culminates with both dancing together to defeat a monster in "Enchanting Grom Fright".

Luz remains oblivious to the fact that Amity has a crush on her. She finally realizes this when Amity kisses Luz on the cheek in a Season 2 episode after going through dangerous trials to get her library job back.

Luz and Amity finally become a couple in the episode "Knock, Knock, Knockin' on Hooty's Door". Later episodes focused on the ups and downs of their relationship. They learn to not keep secrets from one another, even if those secrets are painful, and help each other as girlfriends.

This overjoyed fans who ship both characters as "Lumity", along with queer fans and other supporters of expanded representation. There are over 19,000 followers on the Lumity subreddit alone, as of writing this piece. In the episode titled 'Clouds on the Horizon', both characters shared a romantic kiss together.

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This open presentation of a queer romance contrasts with Adventure Time, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Gravity Falls, and The Legend of Korra. In those series, the romantic feelings between characters were not canonized until the last episode.

While those series have their merits, having a relationship between two characters in the show proper, rather than at the end, is more impressive. Doing the latter cheapens the representation, in my opinion. Hopefully future series and films will avoid almost blink-and-you-miss-it moments, like the one in The Mitchells vs. the Machines (related to the protagonist's girlfriend).

Beyond Luz and Amity, there's Luz's guardian, Eda. She is revealed to be queer. She had a previous relationship with Raine Whispers (voiced by Avi Roque), leader of a coven fighting against the malevolent emperor, Belos. Raine has the distinction of being non-binary and transmasculine. They are, perhaps, the first Disney character to be non-binary.

The Collector, a being who collaborates with Belos on opening a portal to the human realm, was recently hinted at as being non-binary by the show's creator. Raine is the leader of anti-Belos group named Covens Against the Throne (CATS) which Eda, King, and Luz later join.

There's also Eda's older sister, Lilith. She may be aromantic and asexual, again breaking barriers. Also, like Bow's two dads, George and Lance, in She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Willow has two fathers, Gilbert and Harvey.

These aspects make some reactionary individuals, whether in halls of Congress or elsewhere in society, sneer. They declare that the series is "corrupting" their children or some other nonsense about how such media is "turning" kids queer.

Luz worried about Hunter and being utterly terrified after coming out of the mind of Emperor Belos

Putting aside the ramblings of reactionary people, it is easy to see why The Owl House is popular. It has diverse stories, focuses on friendship, and has the classic conflict between good and evil. It skews to an older, young adult crowd. This is clear through a changed tone from the show's first season to the second. It becomes dark at times, making it evident why Disney wants the series to end.

The finale of Season 2 has the Collector and Belos work on a portal to the human realm, and on the Day of Unity, with a plan to wipe out wild magic forever. The draining spell succeeds. In the midst of it, Luz is saved by her friends and King talks to the Collector.

The episode ends with Luz, Amity, Hunter, Gus, and Willow fleeing through the portal door to the human realm, while King stays behind. This is more horrifying than when Anne and her frog family traveled to Earth in Amphibia.

There is no knowing what happened to the Boiling Isles or King. While they all go to Luz's family home at the episode's end, their fate or whether they can return to the other world remains unknown. This will undoubtedly be the subject of the third and final season.

The series emphasizes the importance of one's chosen family and exploring your identity. It brings trauma to the forefront, as Steven Universe Future did with a focus on Steven's trauma. The Owl House has the potential to inspire others to follow in its footsteps.

It is not known how this young adult animation will influence any future indie animations, webcomics, mainstream series, or other media. Some crew members may move forward and create their own series. After all, the former Steven Universe crew had a part in OK K.O.: Let's Be Heroes, Summer Camp Island, Craig of the Creek, RWBY, Adventure Time: Distant Lands, and Amphibia, some of which are YA animations and have queer content.

I highly recommend The Owl House. After watching the recent episodes, I came to realize why I love the series all over again.

The series is currently airing on the Disney Channel, streaming on Disney+, and is also available on Amazon Prime, and other platforms.

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orangepunkwitch-blog · 2 years ago

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Where have I been?

I will try not to get into too much detail (considering this is a witchy blog; I originally wanted to get into the super-detailed stuff in my main blog) but a LOT has happened since 2018!

If you’re a new follower: hello there! You likely haven’t seen much from me in recent years because I migrated from tumblr in 2018, only to make a friggin’ back-up account because I needed to vent about stuff, lol. But I’ll be posting more frequently now! Especially since I saw this post the other day, which made me come back here.

But first, to the old followers: we got catching up to do.

I should note that any followers who followed me to my Mastodon account saw me sort of drop off from there but I’ve been more active on there the last few months.

CONTENT WARNING: I will be talking about some health-related trauma and there will also be mentioning of ED for the next few paragraphs. I’ll signal the end of that with all caps bold-italics.

2019 was the year my body decided to... ramp up the pain. From the tail-end of summer onward, I had developed health issues that affecting my colorectal areas, complete with rectal cramps, but all on one side. Eating was becoming difficult for me, as I had to do everything I can to avoid constipation as my chronic anal fissures worried me. It was to a point that I actually got a cane, and I ended up skipping eating at all except for dinner on my first two days of my period. This continued into 2020 as my high metabolism made me slowly drop in weight over time to a point where I was really underweight. But that pain on my period that caused me to use a cane because I thought I had some sort of.. growth or something pressing on my sciatic nerve... That’s what kept making me constantly adjusting my diet. But it’s hard to eat when the pain eliminates your appetite or makes everything come back up and you nearly collapse from exhaustion.

April 2021, I had an anal fissure that, while not very painful, had a considerable amount of blood that warranted my very first ambulance right to the ER. I’m fine, but I had blood tests done just in case it was Crohn’s. It’s not. I was recommended a gastroenterologist, who at first recommended a colonoscopy, but I begged for something less invasive (my first CT scan!). And he was glad I did, because I had a golfball-sized cyst on my ovary that was pinching and pressuring my large intestine, as well as creating pressures everywhere else.

He referred me to the best gyno I’ve ever met. Upon meeting him, he immediately told me, “I want to perform surgery on you as soon as possible.” He also went, “While I’m in there, did you want your tubes removed?” Like.. no questions. This guy was fucking awesome. I felt like a person to him (the gastro-doc was cool, too!)

September 2021, I got surgery. This gyno specializes in ovarian cancer, and that’s what he was afraid of. But lo and behold, it was not cancer! The cyst was chocolate in color!

It was endometriosis, confirming my decade-long suspicion.

He told me that the cyst was sticking to my bowel, and he gently pulled it loose, but saw no other signs of it anywhere else in me. He wasn’t a specialist, but he knew what to watch out for.

I ended up losing the ovary. But post-op recovery was a breeze. I didn’t need painkillers, and that still freaks my husband out, lmao.

2022 saw me going to seek a counselor for a few things (abandonment issues, trauma related to health issues, as well as being assessed for Autism, which I’ll get to that last one after the content warning bumper at the end here), and the counselor I ended up seeing was some... I guess religious lady who specializes in eating disorders. By this point, I knew I was underweight and was trying to get a hold of the right doctor to get that taken care of, but despite telling hr of my health issues, she kept insisting I was anorexic.

Meeting after meeting, she refused to listen. She did everything but tell me directly that she didn’t believe me. She invited my husband to come in on the last meeting, to which I agreed, and when he took my side, she immediately ignored he existed. And I’m still messed up from her.

I saw a nutritionist who recommended a nutritional shake intended for gaining weight and such, but she also acted like I had an eating disorder, begging me to “just eat more” and eventually told me, “I don’t know how endometriosis affects how you eat.” The only silver lining is these shakes do the trick.

I am gaining weight, just not at the rate people would like me to, but I’m DEFINITELY making progress. It’s just a high metabolism has ALWAYS made weight-gain so difficult to me.

OKAY, THIS IS THE END OF THE TRIGGERING STUFF. I APOLOGIZE. THE REST SHOULD BE FINE. IF NOT, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

I’ll keep this bit brief, but I’ve discovered that I’m Autistic! I’ll keep it to only self-diagnosis, as if I had an official one, that could rip all sorts of rights away from me here in the US. I’ve got a mouth on me, so someone (anyone, really) could use such a diagnosis against me if they wanted (such as having me involuntarily committed, abuse as a patient at any medical facility, etc.) Figuring out how my own mind works has helped me a lot to a point where my husband says my mood has significantly improved.

And now, the important part relating to this blog: my practice.

This is... a lot. So I’m going to sort of keep it short because I definitely want to make more detailed posts on some of this.

I’m of Serbian descent; I’ve had the most cultural exposure in my family to Serbian Orthodox practices (it wasn’t a whole lot, because I guess my dad (who is where I get my Serbian heritage from) wanted me to be “normal” or something... the guy wants to be plane white-bread ‘Murican and tried to make me like that, too, basically), and after realizing how much of stuff in general is appropriated, I decided to back off from a lot of things outside of the safe stuff (like Tarot, color/candle magick, runes, etc.)

I also realized that on my mom’s side (she’s Irish, and the only Irish-American culture she has is getting to say that she’s Irish), I have actual colonizer’s blood in me, and that did not sit well with me at all. (Mom loves to brag about how we’re related to Andrew Jackson.... yeah...) I didn’t want to have any association with that at all, not even by accident. So I decided to educate myself a little regarding colonizers and the Americas.

And after I did lots of reading, I’ve come to the conclusion that, in my eyes, much of Christianity is basically a colonizing tool. And if anyone knows anything about Serbian history, it took 2 tries for that to take hold, which is precisely why much of the Pagan practices still remain within Serbian Orthodoxy.

So what’s my practice now? Welp, I’m still Pagan, I’m still a Lokean, but I’m gonna reclaim my roots and reform it. And by “reform,” I mean not only shedding the Christian aspect of it, but also adjusting the folk magick practices (so, for example, no sacrificing of animals). I’m going to do a separate post soon after this one about that, too. But I do want everyone to keep in mind that this is what I’m doing for me. I’m not trying to convince anyone to do anything regarding reclaiming their roots. If you wanna do it and have your reasons how and why you wanna do it, go for it! But I’ll be sharing what I’m doing (and plan to do, I’m still kinda in the beginning stages of it) so that others have an example in case that’s the route they wanna go.

I’m gonna end the post here, because I’m gonna start going all over the place. So once I fold laundry, I’ll make the next post all about my practice and what I am doing and planning to do in better detail (including what gods have left my life and who are sticking around!)

#trigger warning but I don't know how to tag it precisely #Lokean #witchcraft #Paganism

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handsomeawkward14r14i · 8 months ago

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WARNING : Religion / MentalHealth /Philosophy Skip all Text in ORANGE to avoid .

Been a While since I’ve posted a Blog , it feels like I’m talking to a void yet again. Guess that’s what I get for having to start my channel all over and failing to use Hashtags the “responsible way.”

Welcome to my Tumblr!

I’ve only had it for a year ….and the only thing I ever knew about it before I took the plunge was that Ask Pinkamena came from it and so did allot of early 2000’s EDs ,that it was Chaotic, and that it would be a good mental break from mindless TikTok scrolling That last one , my friend getting it and the start of the end of my High school Senior year led me to making a Lies For the Liars / JTHM/Invader Zim / Momster Energy /Emo themed Tumblr.

Moving Forward from that ; idk what will become of it , It might take a turn for the worse , it might take a turn for the better , or just whatever I end up Hyper fixating on ( which happens to be more religious things at the moment. Contrary to my SpaceHey page Start of April 2024 is probably the best I’ve ever been. Religious or not it’s nice to have something to fall back on when you can’t take on life for yourself. I don’t condone ignorance but worrying about everything and getting nothing done is very different from Trusting in someone you can’t see and seeing answers show up to your problems. So much better than letting them slowly kill you.

If I read that and didn’t have any idea about Christianity or was struggling with sin and or was stuck in the sin cycle constantly hating myself or thinking that God didn’t care enough to help . I’d be confused and I’d think you were one of those lucky people and that something was wrong with me . Or I’d think you were a miserable boring no life brainwashed loco .Or I’d disagree out of religious trama or discrimination against sexuality or gender or just a completely different set of beliefs. All respect! I feel you and I don’t blame you for your opinion I’ve had plenty of doubts over the last two and a half years and experienced slight judgment from the people who claim to “love everyone.”

Anyone who wants to hear let them, anyone who doesn’t it’s perfectly understandable and I hope you love and take care of yourself. <3

so let me break it down. In Christianity you believe a man named Jesus was sent from Heaven to die for your sins ( look up some videos on it I’m not great at explaining.) , Gods only son. He was born by a woman who had never had smex with her husband and once he was older he began to teach people in his Town/City /ect. about his Father and About how to love each other . HE WAS Crucified , Dead , and buried After Jesus died he rose on the third day. April 30th today btw !!!

If you’ve been a Christian for a while and either struggled to do everything right . Or are an older Christian, are filled with the Holy Spirit but feel like you sin too much or aren’t fit for the job . Stop for a moment. Stop that thought process God doesn’t hate you for some stupid Sin you keep doing over and over yes , even if you’ve repented repeatedly . It’s not your job to fix it yourself and it’s tricky to figure out especially when you think you’ve given it to God but your still trying to figure out how your going to dig yourself out of the mess you’ve made. It’s simple, repent , pray , fix your eyes on God( focus simply focus on him , watch videos for all I care on things your curious about that relate to anything in the Bible it doesn’t matter.) and ask him what he wants you to do for the day or how he’s going to fix your problem for you. like your life depends on it. And when the devil starts talking Rebuke and Resist. If you have crystals or idols in your house get rid of them if you have placed power on them . Crystals and statues aren’t inherently bad but can be when you place belief or power on them , if you have Sleep paralysis Anoint your bedroom and or home spiritual attacks are real and they hindered my growth for longer then what i would have liked them to . They also worsened my mental health and made me believe I was the problem , that something in me was off , that i would never be able to do anything or get anything done , that I would never fulfill my potential, that I was stuck , I was too self conscious to take myself seriously, but to pessimistic to not feel self conscious when I wasn’t serious. It was too much of everything and too little of what i needed. Not to mention I craved the pain I craved the uncomfortable feelings because I’d gotten used to them and they were predictable . ( wow , how emo of me .)

Sometimes it’s hard to step away from the past

Sometimes it’s impossible to forget

Sometimes that shit seeps into your everyday life , friendships , relationships , religion. It ruins everything and forces you to be too involved or too detached. Mental health is real and when you’re already struggling like that Demonic Oppression happens a little too often especially when you are open minded , or accidentally or purposely open the door to it . Christians with the Holy Spirit , they see the light in you they’ll do whatever it takes to dim it …and it’s not like some funky little spirit that likes to mess around and see if they can make you feel sad or mad and or trick you into doing drugs . No it’s all meticulously planned …..like a subscription to a Channel…only personalized ….your a walking target , but also a walking embodiment of hope to those who no longer have it .

If you’re beautiful your either preserved, mocked or killed

God is out to protect and provide for you

Satan …well he wants to kill you that doesn’t always mean he can.

The innocent bystanders “ who may be complete jerks.” Are the ones who you need to show love to but remember you can’t love others until trying to love yourself ….until you quit hurting yourself ).

One more word of advice!

Live like you TRULY DIE ! TOMORROW!

the world will end tomorrow or by the end of the week how do you live during that time . Do you become a Nihilist ? Do you remain the same ? Do you enjoy every minute thing , take in every detail , make it a point to talk to the people around you , take a break from the phone and go watch the sunset, hear the crickets or go touch some grass for once ! it’s up to you but enjoying the small things , even the things that are mundane and boring helps tremendously. Granted if you don’t feel a sense of urgency you probably will read this and think nothing . But hypothetically if I could promise you that you would die tomorrow, what would you do . Get closer to God , Break out your favorite CDs to listen to one last time , Go on a walk and reflect , make amends . Spend every day like it’s the end !

If I can I will keep Posting Random Thoughts, Comic Strips , whatever comes to me . but don’t expect my page to loose its “abnormal atracting glisten”….( the fuk ….? I mean..)

Weird Sparkle.

Good to be back! Happy Easter you guys !

#christian struggles #mental health

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cosmicallysick · 2 years ago

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hey love how have you been

Hellooo 😊 I’m actually doing pretty well despite how this blog looks! lol

I like my job a lot! I work as an overnight caretaker at a kennel, and I’ve always been a night owl and someone who prefers animals to people, so it’s been really good for me. I also only work with one other person all night and we’ve become super close, which is really nice. I moved states a couple years ago, and because of the pandemic and chronic illnesses and whatnot, hadn’t met anyone else up until I started this job; I only knew my bf’s family, who kind of drive me nuts lol. It’s nice to have a friend around.

She’s also been supplying me with shrooms cuz I’ve been tripping with her (or trying to, my tolerance is stupid high for no good reason so it’s actually been incredibly challenging trying to get it to work lol), and it’s been fun to chill and trip and watch Studio Ghibli.

I’m also doing pretty well on the ED and general mental illness front. I’m not necessarily trying to lose a of weight rn, but I’m also not letting myself gain anything. I’m also slowly lowering my stasis to be a bit underweight because I’m just borderline at the moment, and I feel like I need to be underweight in order to feel skinny, or at least like the way I look.

But yeah, things have actually been going pretty well! I hope you’re doing good as well, my love 😊😘

#cosmic is sick

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myrrh-dock · 2 years ago

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I posted 989 times in 2022

That's 891 more posts than 2021!

35 posts created (4%)

954 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@commander-vas-normandy

@elytrians

@bunnywritesmarvel

@qveenrhaenyra

I tagged 896 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#literal angel eddie munson - 67 posts

#fic rec - 33 posts

#matt murdock man of the law - 24 posts

#stranger things - 23 posts

#e communicat - 22 posts

#bunny🐰 - 20 posts

#goncharov - 19 posts

#bookbinding inspo - 17 posts

#matt murdock - 17 posts

#in the tags - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#it just says a lot about the fandom when the general consensus around a female character is she’s terrible because she’s ruining my fantasy

My Top Posts in 2022:

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This was Cassie (and me tbh) watching Nate chug a beer as he’s driving 100 mph down a dark road

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9 for the writing prompt thing?? <33

BUNNY MY DARLING ANYTHING FOR YOU.

send me a prompt I'm in the mood to write some Eddie fics

Fluff #9: “You took all my pillows so I’m using you as one.”

Warnings: References to drug use (marijuana)

You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at the water stain on Eddie’s ceiling. Minutes, hours maybe. It’s not your fault you lost track of the time, you just… Eddie’s bed is comfortable, okay? And when you’re stoned, you become a comfort hoarder. Steal every single comfortable thing that Eddie lets you. Blankets? Yours. Eddie’s most comfortable shirt? Yours. The only things Eddie holds onto with his iron grip are 3 out of the 6 pillows he keeps on his bed.

Speaking of Eddie, he’d gone silent. Usually pretty chatty when he’s stoned, he’d been talking about his plans for next week’s Hellfire club session when you’d zoned out. You slowly turned your head expecting to find him asleep. Instead, your eyes meet brown. He’s staring at you, eyes roving around as if he’s searching for something.

“Something on my face, Munson?”

He smiles, the tip of his tongue poking out between his teeth. It looks almost bashful.

“Yeah, let me just…”

His hand comes up to your face and gently brushes his fingers against your cheek.

“Eyelash,” he says. “Make a wish?”

You look at his finger to find the pesky stray eyelash, close your eyes and blow the lash away, wishing he’d just make a move already. When you open your eyes, you find him staring at your lips. He looks back up into your eyes, then back at your lips. He leans forward slowly, hesitant.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Whoever in the universe is listening right now, your timing is horrific and I hate you.

“Shit, is it really 12:30?”

He squints at his wristwatch, pressing two buttons to shut off the noise. The moment’s gone. He sits up, messy hair pressed flat on one side after laying on his side for so long. The dim yellow glow from the lamp on his nightstand washing his hair in gold.

“I’m going to go grab us some water and, uh, brush my teeth real quick then we can figure out how we’re getting you home. Cool? Cool.” You nod your head, realizing just how dry your mouth has gotten. He gets up and speed walks out of the room, rubbing the back of his neck as he goes.

You don’t want to move but you sit up anyways. You look at his side of the bed and realize this could be your moment. You grab his 3 sacred pillows and tuck them around you before laying back down and burying yourself in Eddie’s blanket while you wait for him to come back with the water. You can hear him shuffling around the trailer quietly, but the warmth from the blanket and pillows quickly drag you to sleep.

Slowly, you become aware of a warm weight on you. You open your eyes to find Eddie asleep on top of you, head resting on your chest. You look down at his face, a small smile on his lips. You realize you’ve never seen him look this content before. You bring your hand up and gently brush his hair away from his face. He stirs, muttering before burrowing his face deeper into your chest.

“Eds?”

From under his mess of curls, you hear a slurred, “You took all my pillows so I’m using you as one.”

You card through his hair with your fingers, gently scratching his scalp. “Sorry, Eddie.”

“‘S fine. You’re a pretty comfy pillow anyways, now go back to sleep and I’ll drive us to yours in the morning.”

With a quiet "g'night sweetheart", he nuzzles into the crook of your neck and his breathing evens out again, slipping back into dreamland. You quickly follow, your last thought wishing this moment would never end.

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The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter - Part 2 (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Summary: The whole world knows you’re engaged to Elvis. As you try to navigate the increasingly troubling relationship with your boss-turned-fiance, you seek answers—and a way out—before you legally become Mrs. Presley. No matter what you do, it seems like he’s always two steps ahead of you.

Notes: I want to say thank you so much for the overwhelming support for part 1 of this fic (I can’t believe it has almost 300 notes)🖤 I hadn’t anticipated the overwhelmingly positive response or the interest in a second part. I hope this lives up to everyone’s expectations. I think this part is darker than part 1, so please look at the warnings before reading this because I added additional ones. I left it open for a part 3, if enough people are interested. Requests are open🔮 Do not interact with my blog or posts if you are under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: This is a yandere fic, so expect dark themes such as emotional blackmail, obsessive and manipulative behavior, physical violence (blood), and abuse of power, which some people may find disturbing or triggering. Emetophobia warning for one short part of the fic. Some sexually explicit content that involves coercion. Do not interact if you are under 18.

Prequel | Part 1 | Part 3

After the extremely public engagement, you could hardly watch TV for weeks. The press was having a field day calling you a gold-digging home wrecker, crafting stories about how the engagement ring was one of the most expensive on record, and distorting your and Elvis’ professional history, as if you’d deliberately taken the job in ‘68 as part of a years-long scheme to slowly chip away at the foundation of his and Priscilla’s relationship, which was showing signs of strain by the time you met them, away.

You knew you wouldn’t get any peace by trying to be combative with him, not with how unpredictable his behavior had become. Instead, you had to exhaust yourself on a daily basis, trying to keep what remained of your boundaries while not setting him off, which was easier said than done. It was like he’d become physically attached to you, and would sink into a dangerous paranoia when you were away from him for too long. As you played with the ostentatious diamond ring on your finger, you worried that marrying him wouldn’t be enough, that he’d resort to increasingly deranged and desperate measures to keep you from leaving.

There was only so much of it you could blame on the drugs, as he caught on to your distaste for Dr. Nick and began using his ‘services’ less and less, which could have meant he was going through withdrawals. No matter how much you tried not to, you kept making excuses for him, as if he weren’t a grown man capable of making his own decisions.

He didn’t expend this much effort trying to mend his and Priscilla’s relationship, as far as you were aware. From what he’d told you, he woke up one day and she just left Graceland with Lisa Marie. If only you could be so lucky.

You could understand the newfound distaste Priscilla had developed toward you, greeting you with a polite coldness a few days prior when she brought Lisa to spend a few hours with Elvis. You wanted so desperately to pull her aside and let her know none of it was true, that you didn’t even want to marry him, but you were never away from him long enough to be able to do so. When she had picked up Lisa later that evening, Elvis was clingier than usual, perhaps watching his ex-wife leave again, move so freely, made him more determined to ensure your proximity to him.

When you’d told him you wanted a small, private wedding, he was irate, going on an irrational rant where he accused you of being ashamed to be with him. You were only able to calm him down with claims that you thought it would be more intimate if only a handful of people were in attendance. "It’d be so special," you’d said softly. "Why let people who won’t appreciate it ruin our day?" He was silent for a few agonizing moments, before conceding that you’d made a good point. Considering it a win to get him to agree to your reasoning, you found yourself having to pick and choose your battles when it came to him.

In a little less than a week, his annual residency at the International would be over, and he had a while in between the marathon of a US tour he normally did. You knew that meant a few weeks in Graceland, and you were oddly looking forward to it. The mansion had acres of land to get lost in, and far more privacy than the International. You couldn’t even go anywhere in Vegas without being recognized, especially since any time you wanted to go out, at least two security guards accompanied you if Elvis couldn’t go with you himself. It’d become so much of a pain that the only place you had any peace was hiding out backstage, where the band and the Memphis Mafia at least still treated you like a normal person.

Elvis had always been generous with you, but since the engagement, it was overwhelming. The dress he had broken the night he made his affection known to you was replaced with five others of the same style, in various patterns and colors. You appreciated that he didn’t try to overhaul your wardrobe, but you found it growing at an unmanageable rate as he always wanted you to match him. This included jewelry and accessories from designer brands you could only dream about in storefront windows before, but getting them this way made you never want to so much as look at them.

“You don’t listen to what they say about you in the press, do ya?” he asked, one night, when you expressed discomfort with the lavish gifts he’d give you. “See baby, I told you, from now on it’s you and me. They get to you, and they fill your head with so much garbage ya can’t see straight. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened to you.”

You shook your head, almost dizzy from how quickly his mood changed from the excitement at presenting you with yet another new pair of shoes to anxiety at your response. He continued, impassioned, “You know they say those things because those miserable sons of bitches don’t want us to be happy. I don’t–maybe you shouldn’t watch TV anymore.”

“Elvis, I hardly watch TV as it is, and when I do it’s Carol Burnette’s show or Columbo,” you protested, “and the one joke Carol Burnette made about me was funny, anyway.”

“No one should be makin’ jokes about you. I don’t care how funny they are,” he said, ending the argument.

You were aware of the incident where he was so drugged up and paranoid one night he shot each of the TVs on the wall. Not wanting a repeat of that, you kept yourself entertained with music and magazines instead. You couldn’t even go to the movies because someone would notice you.

The last night you were in Vegas, he kept the day free to take you out shopping. It was uncomfortable, in all honesty. People would stop to peer through the windows of the half-dozen or so boutiques you had gone to, just to get a look at the king and his bride-to-be.

Then, when you thought all you’d have to do was sit through dinner and be free of Vegas for a few months, Elvis surprised you with VIP seats to a variety show at another hotel on the strip. You showed the enthusiasm that you knew was expected of you when he told you. Sometimes you’d treat yourself to a night out, going to different variety shows either by yourself or with a few coworkers. It was always fun, but you had a sinking feeling in your stomach on the way to the hotel.

The two of you were immediately bombarded by crowds of people the second you stepped out of the car. Well, it was mostly for him, but some people gave you insincere congratulations on the engagement. You shielded your face with your hand when you noticed cameras flashing, and tugged on Elvis’ coat sleeve. He gave a final wave to the crowd, leading you inside the hotel.

As with most hotels on the strip, it was lavish and gaudy, with a busy casino, fully stocked bar, and an auditorium for a residency. Having lived in one for so long, you figured you could probably map the place in less than five minutes of walking around. Ignoring the whispers and murmurs as the hotel’s manager led Elvis and you to your table in the auditorium, you let yourself admire the place. A waiter immediately appeared with complimentary champagne and handed you your menus.

You hardly looked at the menu when you spotted a familiar dish, and decided on that. Elvis took a bit more time, but when he closed his menu, he put his arm around you, giving you a kiss. You kissed him back, figuring you could at least try to have fun. He seemed like he was in a good mood, and you had learned to enjoy that while it lasted.

The two of you were served your food before anyone else. You picked at your meal, sticking to the champagne instead. You hoped your appetite would return at some point during the show, one of the highlights of going out with Elvis was getting to order whatever you wanted at restaurants without having to worry about the bill.

You rested your head on Elvis’ shoulder when the emcee walked onto the stage, clapping along with the rest of the audience. You knew how the variety shows went, usually a comedian to warm up the crowd, a musical act or two, showgirls, a stand-up comedian, and some comedy sketches to round out the show, not necessarily in that order. Sometimes there was a magician thrown in, which you didn’t care for since they all did the same tricks over and over.

The warm-up comedian got some solid laughs out of you, and you felt your tension ease as the other acts went on stage. The show only had one musical act for the evening, a husband and wife team who nailed all of their duets and had you and Elvis practically dancing in your seats. You let the champagne flow, feeling better as the show went on.

Next were the showgirls, adorned in sparkling leotards that perfectly caught the stage lights so when they danced, it looked like the room was covered in glittering stars. While they mostly did the classic choreographed line dances, some of them did acrobatic tricks across the stage, no small feat in heels.

The emcee introduced the stand-up comedian for the night, someone you’d never heard of before, but figured would be good with how the rest of the show was going. He was. In fact, he had you in stitches until he got through two punchlines and then changed his tune.

“It looks like we have some very special guests tonight in the audience here, folks,” the stand-up comedian said, pointing right to where you and Elvis were sitting.

You wanted to slink down, hide beneath the table, but Elvis’ hand flew to your thigh, keeping a vice grip on it. Chattering and applause overtook the room, especially when the spotlight turned to the two of you.

You could feel your face heat up, resisting the urge to cry. Instead you hid your face in Elvis’ chest. He moved his hand from your thigh to hold you close, while you assumed he waved and smiled at the rest of the audience.

“The king of rock n’ roll, Elvis Presley, and his bashful bride!” the comedian announced.

Less than two weeks ago, you could be in a place like this and no one would acknowledge you. Now, wherever you went, whatever you did, turned into a spectacle.

When you could no longer feel the heat of the spotlight on you, you sat up, and pretended to listen to the next joke in the comedian’s set.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you whispered to Elvis.

“Alright, baby,” he said, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You kept your head down as you made a beeline for the bathroom. Locking yourself in the nearest empty stall, you put your head in your hands, trying to catch your breath. Why did he have to do that? The night would’ve been perfect if he hadn't done that.

Finally calming yourself down enough, you left the stall to wash your hands, focusing on the swan-head faucets attached to the sink. They were pretty, but something about seeing the water flow from the open beaks seemed odd. So caught up in your own thoughts, you hadn’t realized you weren’t alone in the bathroom while you were drying your hands.

“The future Mrs. Elvis Presley, fancy running into you in here,” a girlish voice said from behind you.

You could feel your stomach tense up. “My name’s Y/N,” you said, turning around to look at her.

Dressed in a gold sequin leotard with her elaborate makeup and hair, she was one of the showgirls from earlier in the variety act. She was beautiful, but looked almost unimpressed as she put her hands on her hips, giving you a once over.

“You know, I admire you. I really do,” she said. “I mean, getting a man like that wrapped around your finger is no easy feat, especially enough to divorce the mother of his only child. I guess the unassuming act goes far, huh?”

“It’s not like that,” you said defensively.

She snickered. “Well, maybe in a few years, I’ll take a crack at it.”

Be my guest.

As soon as she left, you ran back into the stall and threw up. You weren’t sure why her words struck you so harshly, perhaps being physically confronted with the public perception of you was a shock, as Elvis did his best to keep you blocked out from it all. Not to mention, it was like you had no identity anymore, not one outside of him anyway. No one cared about what your name was or how you felt.

You flushed your sick down the toilet, wishing you could disappear with it. Emerging from the stall yet again, you washed your hands before splashing some water on your face in a futile attempt to freshen up a little bit. You reached for the basket on the counter that had individually wrapped mints, ripped a few out of the packaging, and shoved them in your mouth. It didn’t make you feel any better, but at least you wouldn’t return with bad breath.

When you sat back down at the table, you knew you were visibly shaking. Elvis looked at you, eyebrows furrowed as your hand trembled while you picked up your glass of water, which you’d been ignoring for the champagne.

“Darlin’, you alright?” he asked, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You nodded, “I just need a ginger ale.”

“If ya don’t feel good, we can leave.”

“I don’t want to ruin the night.”

“You ain’t ruinin’ nothin’,” he said. “We’ll be back in Graceland tomorrow. The fresh air will do ya good.”

The stand-up comedian seemed to be wrapping up his set anyway, so all you’d be missing were the handful of sketches that wrapped up the evening while everyone drank coffee and paid their checks. How long had you even been in there?

Elvis escorted you out of the auditorium, and the hotel manager hastily led the two of you down a service corridor so you could leave without incident. Elvis spoke with the hotel manager while you waited for the car to pull up. As soon as it reached the curb, you practically dove into it. Elvis joined you, and the drive back to the International was uncomfortably silent.

He didn’t say much on the elevator ride up to the suite, except to check how you were feeling. As much as you hated the suite, it was at least a space that was somewhat yours. Still, you could tell he was on edge as you changed out of your clothes from the day and into your nightwear.

“Y/N, what happened back at the show?” he asked. He hadn’t changed yet, which was odd. Usually he liked the two of you to get ready for bed together.

“Something upset my stomach, is all,” you answered.

He hummed dismissively. “Yeah? You hardly touched your food.”

“The alcohol,” you stammered, “it doesn’t agree with—“

“Don’t lie to me, goddammit!” he roared, his face red, nostrils flaring as he pointed at you. “Were you in there doin’ somethin’ you weren’t supposed to do? I saw a man walk back from the bathrooms right before you did, lookin’ mighty pleased with himself.”

Your eyes widened at his accusation. “Why would I do something like that?”

“‘Cause you’re embarrassed of bein’ with me! Don’t want no big wedding, always hidin’ and coverin’ your face while we’re out together,” he spat. “Too good for your damn has-been husband.”

“You said you didn’t want me having to deal with all those people! That they’d put garbage in my head!” you argued.

He grabbed your face, squeezing your jaw so tightly you thought the rings on his fingers would break the skin on your face. “Oh, you’ve got somethin’ in your head, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll get ya all straightened out.”

You knew you were crying, with the way your vision blurred, but you could hardly tell anything else. You began to panic, and before you could even think about it, you hit him. Hard. He released your face with an unexpected force that sent you to the ground as he brought his hand to his own face in shock. If you weren’t terrified of the gun case before, you sure as hell were now.

The next few seconds seemed to drag on for eternity, your breathing labored as you waited for his response. Drops of blood pooled in the corner of his mouth, and he collected it on one of his fingers. To your surprise, he looked down at you, a terrifying fire in his eyes.

“You don’t want this to be easy, do ya, darlin’?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you choked out, trying to crawl backward away from him.

“You will be.”

He grabbed your arm, his fingers digging into the tender skin. You looked at him with fearful eyes, which amused him as he pulled you in for a painful kiss. You whimpered when he dug his teeth into your bottom lip. It was as if your act of self-preservation set off something primal, animalistic in him. His vice grip was doing you no favors, and you didn’t want to start thinking about how you were going to cover those bruises with the wedding coming up.

When he threw you onto the bed, you couldn’t tell if it was your blood or his on your arm. Regardless, seeing the blood smeared on your body sent you into yet another state of panic, and you began kicking wildly as he climbed over you, unbuckling his belt.

“I was wrong. I’m sorry,” you pleaded.

“I have half a mind to tan your hide,” he growled, ripping your panties down so they were between your knees. “I never hit you, have I? But you get one chance to and you fuckin’ take a swing at me, huh?”

“It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“It’s a mistake you’re never gonna make again, darlin’,” he said, venom dripping from the term of endearment. “I’ve been too nice. Let you think you run things around here.”

“No, no I–”

He held you down, his face inches from yours. “Sometimes I think I love you too much.”

You almost had to laugh. Almost. The wicked grin that spread across his face when he reached down, feeling the wetness between your legs. Without hesitation, you moaned at the feeling, but he brought his fingers up just as quickly, sticking them in his mouth and sucking your juices off of them. Your mouth hung open as you watched him, and he looked smug when he pulled his fingers out of his mouth.

“Guess you do too,” he teased, kissing you.

Tasting yourself on his lips, it was too much–too vulgar or too intimate, you didn’t know, but everything from there was like watching a movie out of order. You couldn’t remember when he’d done what or when. At some point he’d gotten undressed and tore your lingerie to pieces. You could feel that he’d finished in you multiple times, and your ass felt like hell.

“Rise and shine, darlin’. Graceland’s waitin’ for us,” he said, as you blinked awake.

Part of you was surprised to actually wake up, he’d been so wild the night before you were sure he’d kill you. Instead, you felt the familiar aches and bruises from the first night he, well, you didn’t want to think about it. You slowly sat up to see him looking at you with a handsome smile on his face, his eyes lighting up when they met yours.

You looked at the cut that was on his top lip where your hand had made contact. It was small, but still visible to anyone who really took the time to look. Your fingers hovered over it, your chest felt tight. He kissed your fingers before taking your hand in his.

“We’re gonna move past last night, alright? I just get a little jealous is all. I don’t wanna lose you.” he said calmly, as if his behavior was normal. “I love you.”

“Okay,” you whispered, not missing the pointed look he gave you before adding, “I love you too.”

He gave you a kiss, and you could feel the cut against your lips.

“Does it hurt, honey?” you asked, your habit of caring for him kicking in.

“No, I’m just gonna tell people I cut myself shavin’,” he said.

“I can dress it. There’s peroxide in the cabinet—“

“Baby, it’s fine. All I’m concerned about it gettin’ back home with you.”

Most of the stuff in the suite that would be going with you to Graceland had been packed in the days before. All that was left was what you were wearing, the few toiletries still in the bathroom, and the clothes you’d shoved into a carry-on. While there wasn’t a set schedule to return to Memphis, everyone wanted to go sooner rather than later, and you weren’t about to hold anyone up.

The two hour plane ride to Memphis was actually pretty fun. You played cards with some of the Memphis Mafia while Elvis spoke with his father. You lost horribly in each round, but everyone was cracking jokes and talking. It felt like back when everything was normal.

You knew the airport would be a circus when the plane landed, but you weren’t expecting the sheer amount of people that threatened to spill over onto the runway. Elvis waved to the fans, who were screaming and wailing in a way that was almost biblical. He kept his hand on the small of your back, ushering you into one of the cars that was waiting near the plane.

In theory, it should have been a quick drive to Graceland, but it ended up taking almost double the amount of time because of how many people were crowding the car at nearly every intersection. You knew Elvis loved his fans, he told you over and over again how grateful he was, after all, you’d been one too. You could tell, though, that he was getting tired, and you held his hand in an attempt to comfort him. He gave you a grateful smile, kissing your hand.

After what felt like hours, you arrived at Graceland, the gates slowly opening as the car inched forward so it wouldn’t run anyone over. You almost considered getting out right there and just walking up to the mansion, but thought better of it. Once the car passed through the gates, it pulled up to the front door, and you wasted no time in getting out of the car.

“Home sweet home,” Elvis said as he opened the door for you.

You were never more glad to be at Graceland. Even though you knew it was just the same prison with a different look, you were exhausted and welcomed the privacy it afforded. Of course, the calm would be over again in the next few days as the usual crew of friends and family made their way over to use Graceland as their stomping grounds, and you had to plan a wedding.

For now, though, Elvis was as tired as you were, and the two of you made your way upstairs. The energy in the familiar house shifted as you stood in the doorway of the master bedroom.

You’d never actually been alone with him in his bedroom at Graceland before. You always stayed in a guest room in another part of the house, and he usually conducted business in the living room or dining room. The only times you’d gone in before was with Priscilla to let her do your hair and makeup, or sometimes she’d give you pieces from her overflowing closet.

It was similar to his suite at the International in its style and the color scheme throughout. You approached Priscilla’s closet–no, it was yours now–slowly, cautiously, as if something would jump out at you the second you opened it. Instead, when you slid the door aside, you saw your clothes hanging up neatly, the shoe rack filled with your shoes.

“Honey, where’s the, um–my–” you didn’t know how to word it. Nothing in that room was yours. “My sleep stuff.”

“Intimates should be in one of the dresser drawers,” he said, as he changed into a robe. “Though I’d prefer if ya wore nothin’ at all.”

You hated how your face heated up at his teasing. You walked over to the dresser and found what you were looking for in the middle drawer, grabbing the set that was on top.

Hastily, you changed, as to not keep Elvis waiting while he sat on the bed. He opened his arms when you approached, and you settled in beside him, nestled next to his chest. He held you close, kissing the crown of your head.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

"Why do you love me?" you asked.

You knew what he felt for you wasn’t love, but rather a manifestation of misplaced obsession and fear. Still, you needed to know—why me?

"No one else knows me like you do, takes the time to talk with me and check on me," he said softly, as if lost in his thoughts. "You always take care of me. When I met you, no one had done that for a long time. Mama died after I left for basic, and I had to be the one to hold everything together for the family, halfway ‘cross the world by my lonesome and line everyone else’s pockets."

You nodded, listening to his explanation of his behavior, trying desperately to understand where you fit into this. Out of everyone in his entourage, you’d known him for the least amount of time in comparison.

"You’ve never asked me for a thing, ya know that? Everyone else it’s clothes and cars and god knows what else, and I don’t mind it, I take care of my own. You don’t want anything outta me. If I lose you, I think I’ll lose myself," he said, taking a long pause before adding, "I wish you’d met my mama. I think she woulda liked you."

There it was, that vulnerability that made you feel bad for him. Him of all people. The childhood of hardship and abandonment that was was only held together by his mother, the stabilizing figure in his life, who he’d lost far too soon. It was what made you feel like you needed to take care of him in the first place, that beneath this larger than life man was a sad and lonely boy. You knew that this was far from the truth, as more than anything else it was likely the root of the abandonment issues that evolved into the disaster of an Oedipus complex you found yourself the object of, but your heart still ached for him. Fuck. Now you were crying.

He had you so mixed up in your feelings you didn’t even know if he was playing up what he knew you wanted to hear, or was sharing all of this with you. His expression was unreadable as he observed you crying into your hands. A few moments later, he slammed his fist against the headboard, making you flinch.

"What? Was that not good enough for you?" he snapped.

"No," you choked out. "No, I just—I don’t understand."

"What don’t you understand? I love you, goddammit! You act so ungrateful sometimes it does my head in!"

"Love doesn’t look like this, Elvis!"

"How would you know?" he spat out, his venomous words biting your heart. "No one’s ever loved you right, ‘cept me."

"Stop," you mumbled. "I’m sorry."

"Now tell me why you love me," he demanded.

You wiped the tears from your face, sniffling as you looked at him. His expression was still hostile, but you could remember every smile and wink he ever gave you. You thought back to before all of this happened, what made you love him in the first place, feel so devoted to him despite all of the warning signs.

"Being there for you, taking care of you, it felt like the most important thing in the world, because you make me feel like I matter. You’re kind even when people don’t deserve it. Generous to a fault. I mean, you made the whole world fall in love with you. How could I not?" you explained.

You struggled to find the words to properly express yourself further, moving your hands as a placeholder to collect your thoughts. "The way you dream, make the impossible seem like it can become reality, it’s incredible. When we first met you said you were gonna travel the world, how you wanted to spread your wings and fly. I wanted to fly with you."

“We can still fly, Y/N.”

“Where, Elvis? Where else is there to go?”

"You and me, to the Rock of Eternity," he whispered.

You glanced down at your engagement ring. Seems like he already got that covered.

“Well, we can go tomorrow. I’m tired now, and I know there’s gonna be stuff to do in the morning,” you said, feigning a yawn.

“You’re lucky you got such a great boss; he gave ya the week off to spend with your fiance,” he said, eliciting a laugh from you.

“Yeah, he’s a real stand-up guy,” you smiled.

You wished he could always be like this, kind and playful, not the unpredictable lover you’d come to fear. You couldn’t understand how so much had changed in a few weeks, and yet in that moment it felt like nothing had. You would have been glad to marry this Elvis, your best friend. Whether or not that man had ever existed was a mystery, but you knew your life would be over the second you said ‘I do’ to the man you were sitting next to.

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zoopzopp · 4 years ago

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A post for some BAMF Izuku fics <3 (more of these will be added and the list will be updated as i read them)

Fics i've read:

The Secret Ingredient is Crime- Izuku only had a whole month to further prove himself worthy of Yuuei's golden acceptance, and he was going to do whatever it took to make it in. Yuuei would never truly know what hit them until it was too late. (The secret crime AU in it entirety is fucking amazing and what wouldn't i give to read more stuff with it)

Deku the Villain Hunter: Support Hero - We all know the story: After being told he couldn't be a Hero by All Might, Midoriya Izuku still wandered over to a supervillain attack where he could save Bakugou Katsuki. But what if he had made the other turn? The answer is a butterfly effect that would lead him on a path to paving his own future. A path of revenge, finding his own moral compass, and doing the impossible. (OKAY MANY THOUGHTS. Very cool story and aspects. I binged it overnight and lost a bit of sleep the next night as well.)

The Story of How Midoriya Izuku Asserted His Dominance (And Traumatized Japan) - The Sports Festival was supposed to be a break from stress. Shouta should have known there is no such thing as a break with his class.

making it right (for real this time) - - Izuku is a support course student at UA, and Katsuki's neighbor, best friend, and former bullying victim. After Izuku's performance at the sports festival, Katsuki realizes something. He has to make things right. -

Hero Fall (UA Civil War Exercise) - It's now the end of the first year of UA for our students. Nedzu had decided to bring back the annual Heroes vs Villain fight. The fight shall last 5 days and the villain leader is Izuku Midoriya, with the commanding officer of the hero team being Katsuki Bakugo. But, what happens when Izuku is left alone?

Hero Class Civil Warfare - Heroes lead by Bakugo. Villains lead by Midoriya. Seven days prep time. Three days for Izuku Midoriya to show why they should be glad he's not a real villain.

"I Didn't Know You Had It In You." - Midoriya goes feral rage mode in his fight against Overhaul. The beat down still happens, but with Eri no longer at his back, he gets more violent. One For All reacts in an interesting way and Midoriya commits a terrible and unheroic act - the cold blooded murder and maiming of Chisaki Kai. Shigaraki is there to watch it all unfold.

Plan C meets Plan A - Even if All Might is right and Izuku can't be a hero, Izuku refuses to be useless. So Izuku uses his analysis skills to develop Plan C: Consulting in order to help the heroes. Eraserhead is impressed by this mysterious new consultant but alarm bells in Deku's behaviour quickly have Aizawa recruiting help for Plan A: Adoption.

Q. A. B. - One month after @hawks_unofficial's initial viral post, the blog titled "Quirk Analysis Blog for the Future", otherwise known as "Q. A. B.", has gone from an average of 10 views per post to an average of 20,000 views per post. Midoriya Izuku does not know how to view the impressions analysis for his suddenly popular blog, and only notices that sometimes, people actually comment on his posts now. He does not google himself or his moniker and thus does not see the rise in online articles and speculation. He is unaware that the "kyuu-ei-bee" he begins to hear about in passing refers to his own blog. He does not have a Twitter account. At the time, Midoriya Izuku is 15 years old.

How to murder your father - It's dangerous to be a bad father when you have a life insurance. Just saying.

Negation - Passive Quirks are a bitch. Izuku is reasonably done with the situation.

Thanks For Your Support - Izuku has the talent and the intellect to be the first Quirkless pro hero, and everyone at UA knows it. Unfortunately, his desire to become a hero has long since been buried thanks to the words of his childhood friend and childhood hero.

Policed To Meet You - Izuku takes All Might's advice and becomes a cop.

Vigilante Work And Other After School Activities - Izuku is a vigilante, Aizawa likes cats and therefore kids who help cats, and sometimes breaks must be forced upon overachieving teenagers.

When the Commission Lost Total Control - The hero polls have a small part where one can suggest their own hero. This is done just because of the amount of heroes is to great to name them all. This creates a little problem for the commission because a vigilante is assumed to be a brand new hero by the public- and ranks pretty high. Because of that, this vigilante now is too popular to hide and they can't come out with their mistake either! Think of the chaos that would bring.

Izuku being Badass but like in not that grand of a way but still tearing-people-down-in-some-way kind of way

He Was Quirkless - Midoriya get's sick of discrimination against the quirkless and decides to do something about it. It leads to some interesting situations. A trilogy.

bloody, but unbowed- It's Advocacy Week for Yuuei's hero students and it gives Midoriya Izuku a lot to think about about what kind of hero he wants Deku to be.

Called Out - When Izuku is hit by a quirk that will cause him to call out the first person to be rude to him on the way to school with every mistake they've made in the affected persons presence or have otherwise effected said affected person, Aizawa is in for a rough ride. In other words, with some help from a quirk, Izuku rakes Aizawa over the hot coals until he gives out. (a great fic but i've got mixed feelings on this one because on one hand, izuku is badass but on the other its Aizawa bashing and really like him skhdskdb so yea! Read it as per your tastes!!)

The time when everyone learned that izuku respects Bakugo more than all might. - I didn't like how Bakugo was tied up during the sports festival and so izuku didn't. Badass izuku roasted all might and midnight.

Villainous Sunshine - After an innocent question, Class 1-A learns just how terrifying Izuku's analysis is. Nedzu's along for the ride.

Never understand ( and you can't ) - Midoriya is sick and tried of his classmates bias and prejudice against the quirkless community and finally breaks

Mastermind: Strategist For Hire - Izuku Midoriya never got the chance to save Bakugo from the sludge villain and impress All Might. With his dream crushed, Izuku becomes bitter and angry. It also doesn't help that he faces discrimination at every turn. All he ever wanted was to be appreciated, so when the villains are the ones to recognize his talents rather than the heroes, well, Izuku just can't resist. He might as well help those who actually want him around. Mistakes were made, and now society must face a villain of their own making: Mastermind.

Malignance - Deku is far scarier than anyone gives him credit for.

Fics in my to read list which has/probably has BAMF izuku

Young Midoriya - Izuku Midoriya couldn't help himself when he saw someone in trouble. Even at 12 years old, his instincts drive him to help those in need. So when he sees Kacchan and his goons about to ambush another student, he has to step in, right? It's not like this hasn't happened before. What is different this time though, is that he's never had an audience that consisted of the Number One Hero.

Heroics and Other Things That Don't Require Superpowers - Izuku doesn't have a quirk. That's the long and short of it. After being told his whole life he can't be a hero, General Education at UA is the best he can hope for, right? Wrong. Dead Wrong. So super wrong that his best friend from Gen Ed, all of Class 1A and a whole mess of Pro Heroes are going to prove to him how wrong he is. Izuku has the makings of a hero, and his lack of a quirk only throws those qualities into starker relief. After all, who wants to be as strong as All Might when you can be the cleverest hero in the business?

Cases of More Than - Izuku is known as Deku online. He's an analyst of quirks, sometimes even working with the local detective, Tsukauchi, on a case. He meets new friends, builds a few relationships, and slowly crushes on his best friend. But then he's thrown into the General Studies Course at U.A. It doesn't help that All for One is showing an interest in him at all.

No Regret - In this world there is no hard set villain or hero. No victim and aggressor. Everyone is at fault for something and Izuku, with his own villain group, will make everyone pay. Even the bystanders who did nothing. This is what society gets for abandoning it's people. Deku will manipulate everyone and be the greatest villain, all so the world can be a better a place. With the stakes so high there is no time for regret.

We Are a Different Kind - Mirio doesn’t think he can be a hero anymore now that he’s quirkless, Izuku calls bullshit.

Live a Hero - "You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain." Or, you're raised a villain, rebel when you're nine, and fight against the odds to become a hero anyway. That's how it is in Izuku's case.

Prodigal - After being convinced to give One for All to Mirio, Midoriya Izuku must rebuild his shattered dreams with bloody hands.

Two Sides of the Same Coin: Vigilante - Izuku is orphaned at the age of four and is sent into the Japanese Foster Care System. After multiple failed attempts at finding a forever home and some unfortunate circumstance, he ends up on the streets. Eventually, the vigilante, Deku appears. Eraserhead must gain his trust to bring Deku back to the right side of the law. If he he does, however, the untrustful but pure-hearted boy may just be a bit more than Aizawa Shota can handle.

From Muddy Waters - - but the sleeve of his tracksuit was bulging, tearing and ripping and a mass of twisted flesh, nearly as big as the boy himself and nauseatingly familiar (the arm of the man that had torn a hole in his side with a grin and left him a frail shadow of himself) swung forward and slammed into the flat face of the giant robot. Izuku wants to be a hero more than anything.

Pieces are easily sacrificed when they're nameless - Nobody ever thought quirkless, weak, weird Midoriya Izuku was dangerous. This perception carried over to his first year high school class, because really despite the super strength Midoriya didn't have it in him to be dangerous. That was their first mistake. And the one that would see them fall.

Not exactly BAMF izuku but i just wanted to rec these fics <3

In the shade of a sunflower - Being biologically quirkless came more with an extra pinkie joint in the toes and a stunning lack of vestiges mutations. It came with smaller things, like extra teeth that did virtually nothing, exploding organs, and weird exposed nerves that weren't designed to feel pain.

Throat Punch - In which Aizawa attempts to teach Izuku how to use various battle tactics and it goes just about as well as you'd expect. At least Shinsou is there with his fantastic commentary. (just a fun lil thing where izuku is really stronk and trains with shinsou and aizawa)

So Be It - He could still do good. Midoriya could show them all what a hero without powers looked like. If he had to break a few rules to do it, so be it. So be it… (as stated not exactly BAMF but its a vigilante izuku so ye-)

Never Enter a Drinking Game with Bakugo or Izuku - Izuku walks in on Kirishima and Kaminari having a drinking competition (no alcohol involved). And it reminds him of an old story.

5 Times Midoriya Taught Class 1A about Memes and 1 Time they Found a Villain that Understood Them - After being diagnosed as quirkless, Midoriya gets into pre-guirk media and finds memes. He shares them with Class 1A. Aizawa doesn't get paid enough for this. (THIS FIC???? FUCKING AWESOME. LITERALLY WHAT I WANTED TO SEE)

Midoriya: JD Version - Nedzu has decided that a play should be put on so that the students can learn how to "go undercover", an idea which Aizawa thinks is utter bullshit. They're putting on Heathers and when Nedzu chooses to cast Midoriya for JD, everyone objects. Midoriya is a much better actor than they thought.

that is a lot!! I hope you have fun reading it!!!

#fic recs #bnha #bamf izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya

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theparanormalperiodical · 3 years ago

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Top 10 Cult Horror Movies You NEED To Watch This Weekend

I’m having a rough week. Or weeks. Or a year, I don’t know.

My blog posts have definitely been limited in size and content, but I hope when I readjust to my new schedule/life and get some things sorted out, I’ll be back on form.

(dear god, pls)

But have no fear!

You will still get a weekly blog post from yours truly. It might be a little shorter, and it might be a little less exciting. But it should satisfy your creepy cravings.

This week, we’re talking about the top ten cult horror films ever made and where to watch them.

Rosemary’s Baby (1968)

Maybe it’s because I’m watching America’s Next Top Model that I’m so fascinated by this film - but there’s no doubt it’s one of the most iconic stories of paranoia and the paranormal.

When a New York couple fall pregnant, the mother-to-be becomes convinced her unborn child is part of some satanic plot.

You can rent it on Amazon Prime for £2.49.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwqMv_ci2jU

The Omen (1976)

Following on from the satanic theme, The Omen follows a man who has accidentally raised the Antichrist. It sparked a trilogy of films that sees the Antichrist grow up and slowly accumulate more and more power.

You can rent it on Amazon Prime for £3.49.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sS-sXcx30O4

The Exorcist (1973)

It’s one of the most striking possession films ever. In fact, most possession films are still trying to capture the magic young Regan put on screen.

You can rent it on Amazon Prime for £3.49.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDGw1MTEe9k

Psycho (1960)

Alfred Hitchcock’s most famous thriller pre-dated the slasher genre and put horror on the map of modern cinema. There’s no gore, there’s no violence. Just the timeless, tense narrative that surrounds the character(s) of Mr Norman Bates.

You can rent it on Amazon Prime for £2.49.

https://youtu.be/DTJQfFQ40lI

The Shining (1980)

It’s Stephen King’s most famous tale. It’s also the on-screen adaptation he hates the most. In this story, we follow Jack Torrance and his family as the patriarch takes up the caretaker position in a cold, isolated hotel in the mountains.

You can rent it on Amazon Prime for £3.49.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Cb3ik6zP2I

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974)

One of the first films claiming to be based on a true story, the plot captures the turmoil of a group of friends that fall victim to a family of cannibals. Inspired by the horrific crimes of Ed Gein, it’s also considered an allegory for the Vietnam War.

You can rent it on Amazon Prime for £2.49.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKn9QIaMgtQ

Dawn of the Dead (1978)

The original zombie horror film, it terrified audiences in the 70s as they watched the prophesied effects of a zombie apocalypse unfold on the cinema screen.

You can watch the 2004 version on Netflix.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_EviQj5tvA

Alien (1979)

The first installment in one of the longest horror franchises, this movie took sci-fi horror to a whole new level. And it did it well. We follow the crew of a commercial spaceship who encounter a mysterious extraterrestrial and try to survive the catastrophe that it causes.

You can rent it on Amazon Prime for £3.49.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjLamj-b0I8

The Evil Dead (1981)

This film took typical horror tropes and put them on acid. A group of college students take a minibreak in an isolated cabin. But when an audio tape gets played and unleashes an army of demons and evil spirits, they have to suffer the consequences.

You can rent it on Amazon Prime for £2.49.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NL6mioAlpJk

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)

It doesn’t get more cult than The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Challenging every notion of gender, sexuality and spookiness, it’s one of the first musical movies that had fans attending showing dressed up in costumes and acting out the scenes alongside the screen.

You can rent it on Amazon Prime for £3.49.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4plqh6obZW4

#horror #Horror Movies #cult movies #cult horror #rocky horror picture show #rocky horror show #alfred hitchcock #the shining #best horror movies #netflix #amazon prime #the evil dead #alien #psycho #rosemary's baby #the exorcist #the omen #mental health

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aspecpplarebeautiful · 4 years ago

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I wanna be proud of being ace, but like. I feel like I’m sexualising myself? If that makes sense? And also sexualising my peers. I’m a minor, so I feel like it’s bad that I’m even discussing my ace-ness, esp since I’m gray ace so I feel sexual attraction sometimes, even if rarely. Is it true that it’s weird to be proud of being ace? Esp at a young age? I just. It’s the discussion of sexual attraction and relations between teenagers, and ik that society is still weird about that, looking at you netflix, but still. Am I contributing to the sexualisation of minors? I def think literal children are off limits for saying wether they’re allo or ace bcus theyre children and they don’t even know yet, particularly with sexual attraction, bcus kids don’t feel sexual attraction. I think. And hope. And the argument of if they can id as straight then they can id as ace and it’s like neat! But also they didn’t even choose to id as straight thats society baby. And people saying they’re straight are probably focusing on the romantic part, not the sexual one. I’m getting off topic here. But like. I’m 14. Am I sexualising kids/teenagers? It’s weird to think people my age even feel sexual attraction tbh, (including me lmao) but I think that’s a common ace feel. I think. But am I? It’s implying the rest of them who are allo are, well, allo. And it’s not like society doesn’t consider that. They teach sex ed and have the cursed netflix shows and discuss things and crushes and stuff. But. I just can’t get over it. Am I sexualising others? Am I being overshary? I want to come out to my family, but does my mom really want to hear about how her child doesn’t feel sexual attraction except sometimes? I have this friend who says this kinda stuff all the time and also is an exclusionist, which uh,,, I’m not an idiot, they probably contributed a lot to me thinking like this. But are they right? Do I have internalized aphobia? Am I sexualising people? Idk I’m just. Agh :(

Alright so let’s start with the main question. I’m not sure what you mean by sexualizing your peers, but it’s very normal and natural to think of people your own age in a sexual way. Generally speaking I separate feelings that are largely outside of your control with actions, most 14 year olds will naturally think of other 14 year olds in a sexual way. But it’s still important to be respectful of people and boundaries and not actively sexualize anyone who doesn’t want it or hasn’t given consent. But yeah, generally speaking at 14 hormones are fairly strong and people are learning to deal with them for the first time and these thoughts are going to come up and that’s OK.

Sexualizing minors is definitely an issue, but the big issue is adults sexualizing minors. (And god wouldn’t it be nice if we could start having more shows about younger adults figuring their shit out and navigating life if you wanted to do a show about young sexy people? The actors are usually that age already anyways.) And honestly a lot of your peers are definitely having similar thoughts and going through similar things.

Children can actually experience sexual attraction, when people start experiencing sexual attraction can vary widely. It’s important to acknowledge this because people who do start experiencing it young need to know their experiences are normal too.

Sexual attraction, or looking at people sexually isn’t a moral flaw. Sexuality isn’t morally wrong. It’s important to respect things like consent and healthy boundaries, but generally speaking sexuality on its own is normal and healthy. You may benefit from looking into the sex positivity movement, sometimes they forget about asexuality a bit which is an issue (newer stuff is better though), but it’s important to see that perspective too, and unlearn the more puritanical ‘sex and sexuality is a sin’ idea our culture tends to push.

Yeah you can be a minor and ace or gray ace (both or whichever you prefer). As said above, actually at 14 a lot of people are experiencing sexual attraction already. People are still going through puberty until their late teens/early 20′s, so it’s always possible your orientation is still developing until then, and some teens do prefer to hold off, but it’s a personal choice. And whatever happens in the future doesn’t change that something is true now. It’s fine to go with and identify with how you feel right now.

For literal children identifying as ace (I’m assuming you mean like under 10 here), honestly that’s usually not an issue because of the way our brains develop, young children haven’t reached a point yet where they’re solidifying their identities and orientations. That usually starts to happen during the pre-teen and young teenage years.

But also there’s no harm done in trying on a label and realising later that that label doesn’t fit. It’s a normal and healthy part of figuring out identity to look into and consider different ones and try them on.

I have to be honest that I was reading through this ask and wondering what you were reading/seeing, because a lot of this comes from exclusionist rhetoric. Exclusionist rhetoric is also very very good at getting into your head and making you doubt yourself or feel guilty for being your own orientation/hate your own orientation. This may sound extreme but this friend is probably not a very good friend to you, and if they don’t know you’re ace it will likely get worse if they find out.

Ace exclusionism (actually any form of lgbtqia+ exclusionism) acts as a hate group, they target specific groups and base their identity around their hate/fear of that group. The tactics are the same, they exaggerate the power of the targeted group to make them appear like a threat, downplay their oppression, and actively target and harass those groups, and slowly become an echo chamber.

At the very least I really strongly recommend following ace people and ace blogs so you are getting good information and can build up a support for your identity. Remember exclusionists will often lie, fact check anything you hear from them, but you’ll probably see too just from watching the ace community yourself that the picture they paint doesn’t match up to reality at all.

So please take care of yourself and watch out for yourself.

All the best, and good luck!

#the so-called discourse cw #Anonymous

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potionsprefect · 4 years ago

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Just Another Day

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: It’s just another day he says. Little did she know...

Rating: General Audiences

Category: fluff

Victoria was watching Ethan as he pulled that face. That face of concentration and one of ‘I’m not paying attention to what you’re saying because I’m focused on this.’

“What day is it today?” Victoria asked.

Ethan looked up from notes. “What do you mean?”

“What day is it today?”

“I know what you said Rookie, I was asking what you meant. What’s so special about today?”

“It’s Valentines Day! You know what that means.” Victoria sighed.

“I’ll wait for you to tell me.” Ethan said.

“It’s a day when lots of romantic things happen. When couples buy each other cards and gifts to show how much they love one another.”

“I don’t need a specific day to do that do I?” Ethan said.

“No but... today’s a special day. The one day you definitely should.” Victoria said in a small voice.

Ethan got up from his desk and strode over to Victoria, he pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her. He stroked her hair before giving her a kiss on her forehead. “Valentine’s Day is a pointless day. I don’t need a specific day to show you how much I love you. I do that everyday.”

“I just... thought you’d want to do something special today.” Victoria sighed against his chest.

“I always want to do special things with you. Valentine’s Day doesn’t change that. It’s just another day.” Ethan cupped her face in her hands, rubbing the dark circles under her eyes with his thumbs.

“Okay fine. What time do you get off?” Victoria said.

“5pm. Shall I meet you in here?” Ethan said.

“Sounds good.” Victoria said, leaving Ethan’s arms and heading out the door.

Ethan made sure she was out of sight before he sat back down at his desk and opened one of the drawers. He pulled out a small box and flipped it open.

“Just you wait Vic. Just you wait.” Ethan chuckled to himself.

— — — — —

Victoria was filling out a patients chart when out the corner of her eye, she saw Sienna walking towards her.

“Hey Vic. Got any plans for Valentine’s Day?”

“I thought I did.” Victoria sighed putting her pen down.

“What’s Ethan done wrong?” Sienna said sitting down next to her.

“I thought we were going to do something special today. You know because it’s Valentine’s Day. But he just brushed it off. Says it’s just another day.” Victoria said.

“Well he’s right in a way. And you know Ethan. He doesn’t believe in specific holidays.” Sienna shrugged.

“You used to be so excited for Valentine’s Day.” Victoria said looking at Sienna confused.

“Things change. People leave and you never see them again.” Sienna said, small tears in her eyes.

Victoria pulled her into a tight hug as Sienna laid her head on her shoulder wiping a few tears.

“I’m sorry Sienna. I should’ve known how difficult today is for you. But Danny wouldn’t want you to be sad.” Victoria rubbed her back.

“I’m silly for crying. We weren’t even in a proper relationship.” Sienna laughed a little wiping her eyes.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t feel sad. You cared for him a lot and vice versa. It’s okay to be sad.” Victoria smiled.

“I know but all I seem to think about is him around this time of year. And Christmas. I just hate the fact that I didn’t act on my feelings sooner.” Sienna sighed, small tears rolling down her cheeks.

“You can’t dwell on the what ifs. He wouldn’t want you to do that. All you can do is remember the times you had with him.” Victoria said.

“I know. It just didn’t have to be like this.”

“I know it didn’t. I’m sorry Sienna.” Victoria sighed.

Sienna looked up suddenly wiping her eyes. “What on earth are you apologising for? You’ve got nothing to apologise for!”

“Sometimes I feel guilty for being alive. It was my fault Senator Ed was brought here in the first place.”

“No! You couldn’t have predicted what happened! And what happened would’ve happened at Mass Kenmore anyway. It would’ve been Aurora trapped in that room. Remember, we can’t dwell on the what ifs” Sienna smiled, squeezing Victoria.

“Hey that’s my line.” Victoria laughed.

“It’s a very good line. Don’t be too disheartened about Ethan. I’m sure he has something up his sleeve tonight.” Sienna smiled.

“Thanks Sienna.” Victoria replied, grabbing her chart and heading off down the hallway.

Sienna made sure she was out of earshot before she called out “I know you’re there Ethan, you can’t fool me” chuckling.

Ethan stepped out from behind the corner. “Is she ok?”

“Yeah she will be. Are you still going ahead with your plan tonight?”

“Yes. Make sure she finishes on time. Has her dress arrived?” Ethan asked.

“Yes.” Sienna took the package out of her bag and handed it to Ethan. “Are you going to take it back to your apartment?”

“That’s the plan. Thank you for helping me choose it by the way.”

“No problem. She’ll love it. And good luck. Although you don’t need me to tell you that.” Sienna smiled.

“Thank you Sienna.” Ethan smiled back.

— — — — —

“Whose signed my patients off?” Victoria asked to the doctors around her.

“Direct your frustration at Sienna.” Jackie waved a hand.

“But why? I wasn’t able to leave at 5. Now I suddenly can.”

“Sienna’s a magician when she wants to be.” Jackie chuckled.

“Do you know guys something?” Victoria narrowed her eyes.

“Not enough. But you trust Sienna enough to know that she has nothing but good intentions.” Aurora smiled.

“And it looks like your carriage awaits.” Elijah gestured behind her.

Victoria turned around and saw Ethan dressed in casual attire, his hands behind her back.

“I know I said we’d meet in the office but I guess I’m rather impatient.” Ethan chuckled.

Victoria’s smile grew wider as she approached Ethan. “You’ve become more soft in your age.”

“This is for you.” Ethan held out a single Rose before taking her hand and walking her to his car.

“Where are we going?”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.” Ethan chuckled as he settled into his car.

Ethan drove them back to his apartment and covered her eyes with his hands. He slowly opened the door to his apartment and guided her gently into the room.

“Are you ready?”

“Always.”

Ethan took his hands away and Victoria gasped.

On the floor was a dozen red rose petals, a box of roses sat on the counter and hanging off the chair was a glittery purple dress.

“Did you do all this?” Victoria looked at Ethan.

“Yes. I know I said Valentine’s Day was just another day but I’ve had this planned for a while.” Ethan kissed her forehead.

“Whatever did I do to deserve you.” Victoria hugged him.

“You didn’t need to do anything Victoria. Simply your existence was enough.” Ethan smiled.

“I guess I should go put the dress on.”

“You should. But don’t blame me if it ends up on the floor.”

“I’ll take that as a success then.” Victoria winked as she picked the dress up and headed into his bedroom to change.

Several minutes later, Victoria reappeared smoothing the dress. “What do you think?”

Ethan momentarily forgot what breathing was for a second. The dress hugged her in all the right places, her boobs were pushed up and in.

She looked like a goddess and Ethan felt himself growing hard.

“Speechless Ethan?” Victoria laughed a little.

“You look stunning.” Ethan breathed.

“You did well. Did you really choose this all by yourself?”

“I may have had help from Sienna.” Ethan said.

“Well you both have very good taste. I love it.” Victoria smiled. “So what’s on the menu tonight?”

“A classic Ramsey dish.”

“Not the chicken.” Victoria laughed.

“You may laugh Rookie but I know you love it.” Ethan laughed.

It didn’t take long for the chicken to be cooked and the couple sat at the kitchen table, laughing and drinking the night away.

“Thank you for tonight. I’m sorry if I was short with you in the office earlier.” Victoria said.

“You don’t need to apologise. I’m sorry for not taking you seriously enough about today. I know it means a lot to you.”

“It’s nothing Ethan. Really it’s ok.” Victoria smiled, taking his hand.

“That’s good because there’s something I need to do.”

“What is it?”

Ethan’s hand brushed against his trouser pocket momentarily before he reached into it and pulled out a small box. He moved out of his chair and got down on one knee.

“Victoria Diana Clarke I have been in love with you for so many years and I want to continue loving you for so many more to come. Will you marry me?” Ethan smiled flipping the box open.

There were tears streaming down Victoria’s face. She smiled happily. “Yes! Of course yes!” Victoria smiled.

Ethan grinned as he slid the ring onto Victoria’s finger then pulled her up out of her seat and kissed her deeply.

“Thank god you said yes.” Ethan murmured against her lips.

“Did you think I was going to say no?” Victoria chuckled.

“No! I just... was nervous to propose. All men feel like that.”

“I never thought Ethan Ramsey got nervous.”

“Well a certain resident has brought out sides to me I never thought existed.” Ethan chuckled pulling her against his chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too. And now I think it’s time I show you what the future Mrs Ramsey can do.” Victoria grinned.

“Allow me to speed up the process.” Ethan grinned as he picked Victoria up, threw her over his shoulder and carried her to their bedroom before slamming the door shut.

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I have so many different proposal fics for Ethan and MC 😂

Happy Valentine’s Day (or Eve, depending on where you are, it’s not quite midnight here in the UK yet 😂)! ❤️

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spotlight-on-black-women · 4 years ago

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Black Women in the Animating World

In a previous blog, Black Women Animate, founded by Taylor Shaw, was discussed and upon revisiting the field of animation, this blog will be taking shorter previews of various Black women in the animating world. By no means an autobiography of these individuals, this blog will act as a means of bringing to light multiple talented animators and artists, bringing attention to their work and ventures in animation, but condensed into short snippets.

Pilar Newton is the CEO and founder of PilarToons, LLC, a production company that specializes in animation, illustration, and design based in Brooklyn, New York. Newton graduated with a degree from Rhode Island School of Design and has worked on a number of projects, from Cartoon Network’s Courage the Cowardly Dog to MTV’s Daria, and is currently pursuing a master’s degree at the School of Visual Arts. Her company has worked with companies such as Homer Learning, Sirius Thinking, Nickelodeon, Ted-Ed, Search Films, Story Corp, as well as others.

Mia Lee is a Chicago-based artist who has had work featured on Adult Swim and whose portfolio includes designs for Nike, Kith, and Timberland. She has met with multiple executives in animation and production making sure to meet with those who want to hear from young people of color. She is a newcomer to the animating world but is already making waves through her artistry and networking talent, landing her jobs and even allowing herself to pursue successful passion projects picked up by famous networks.

Monique Henry-Hudson was born and raised in Queens, New York, and has used her community as inspiration for her work. After being asked to create the “Black in Animation” panel for Blerd City Con in Brooklyn in 2018, she became the founder of DiverseToons, an organization that highlights women of color in multi-media. DiverseToons works at emphasizing the importance of diversity in the animation industry and provides a platform for Black artists and people of color to share their passions and career experiences while also giving resources to their communities. DiverseToons has also partnered with Women in Animation’s Student Branch in 2018, connected even more women and non-binary people of color in animation.

Sonya Carey has cemented herself in technical animation and is considered the only Black woman to do so. Her past credits include Disney’s The Princess and the Frog,” “The Proud Family,” and “Winnie the Pooh,” and she is positioned as the leader of her team as Head of Studio Operations at Portfolio Entertainment in Toronto. After high school, she moved to Los Angeles then got married when she finished college. After getting married, couldn’t work for a year and during that year, she got a computer and did desktop animations for fun, unknowingly catapulting her career in the industry. These desktop animations resulted in her taking classes at UCLA and ultimately getting a job at MetroLight Studios working on “Ren and Stimpy,” the beginning of her famous career. She then ran the digital side of the company Toon Boom for ten years then moved onto 3D animation for ToonBox before going back to 2D at Portfolio Entertainment. She also ran her own studio for some time called Make a Scene.

Carole Holliday works as a storyboard artist, director, and is the founder of Crowded Metro Films. She attended the California Institute of the Arts and graduated with a BFA in animation, pursuing storyboarding with her degree. She has worked on films “Oliver and Company” (1988) and “The Little Mermaid” (1989) as an animation assistant before starting her career in storyboarding with “A Goofy Movie” (1995) while also being a story artist for “The Pince of Egypt” (1998) and “Tarzan” (1999). She has also worked as a character design supervisor and moved up to directing an animated short for DisneyToon Studio’s “Mickey’s Twice Upon a Christmas.” More recently, she has done storyboard revisions on Disney’s “Sofia the First,” and has been working on storybooks. She even has her own profile on the official Walt Disney website for all of the work she has done with them.

Lisette Titre-Montgomery is a video game artist and designer who graduated with a degree in computer animation from Miami International University of Art and Design in 2000. She was inspired to study computer animation after watching “Toy Story” (1995) and decided to go to school for it. Her first animation job was working as a character model for the game Freekstyle which helped her land a job as a senior character and special effects artist at EA Games in around 2005. She then worked on games like Tiger Woods PGA Tour 2007 and helped developed The Simpsons Game, The Godfather II, and Dante’s Inferno. She ultimately left EA Games in 2011 and went on to become the lead artist at Blackbone Entertainment where she worked on Zombie Apocalypse: Never Die Alone and Midway Arcade Origins. Titre-Montgomery later returned to EA Games in 2013 to work on games like Dance Central 3 and The Sims 4. She then started working as the manager of the art and computer animation department for the company Ubisoft in around 2015. Titre-Montgomery was also invited to the White House LGBTQ Tech and Innovation Briefing in 2016 and the following year became the art manager at Double Fine Productions, working on Psychonauts 2. Lisette Titre-Montgomery is also a member of Blacks in Gaming which is a nonprofit networking and collaboration group for African Americans in the gaming industry.

Although this blog does not go as in-depth into these trendsetters, game-changers, or trail-blazers in the animation community as it should, it acts as a small list of Black women animators that has made big waves in the industry as a whole. Their work in the field has allowed countless young women of color to believe that they can achieve their dreams in animation and allow them to have role models to look up to as inspiration. There may not be nearly as many Black female animators but the number is slowly growing and they are leaving their print on animation as a whole and that should be paid attention to.

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