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13x03: "Wild Flowers", script extracts
#CSI#CSI CBS#Finlay Friday#Julie Finlay#DB Russell#Nick Stokes#Carlos Moreno#Greg Sanders#Wild Flowers#my gifs#script extracts#1. and then we never see Moreno again lmao#what a love story for the ages#2. The deleted scene with Greg is gross DVD-rip quality but#it's hot and i will be taking no further questions on the feelings Finn + blow torch evoke in me#3. I'm trying to keep a ranking of episodes as I re-watch#which I realise is an exercise in insanity#Wild Flowers is a great Morgan episode and “my best friend David Hodges” HAS MY WHOLE HEART#but as a Finn episode it is bottom of the list so far#like without the deleted scene there would be NOTHING
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wibta if i straight up told my s/o they can’t bring their dog when they move in with me?
i (early 20s ftm) and my partner (late 20s nb) are moving in together next year. we’ve been planning this for a couple of years now, but it’s been taking a while to plan out because we live on different continents and we needed to sort out visas, travel, work situation, and getting an apartment for us for when they arrive.
importantly to this story, my s/o has a dog. this dog is large and VERY loud - barking 24/7 at everything, crashing into furniture, loud whining, pushing people over, and growling at people who get too close to s/o.; this has included me whenever i visit.
the apartment we got has a one pet policy and all of our neighbours are elderly people as the building used to be assisted living (basically housing for the elderly where they have direct lines to nurses and disability accommodations). it’s a pretty small block, it’ll just be us, one guy across the hall, one woman directly below us, and one across the hall from her.
because of this, as soon as we got the apartment we realised we wouldn’t be able to feasibly take s/o’s dog. she’s too big for the apartment, she’s loud enough that all of the neighbours will be hearing her at all hours, and there is nowhere nearby she’ll get enough exercise for her size. on top of that, she’d have to be in quarantine for 6 months once she’s here as is my country’s policy for pets travelling which doesn’t seem fair to her, and this is AFTER a 15 hour long plane ride where she’ll be alone.
i will admit that i have kind of selfish reasons for this as well. i’m autistic and i have both anxiety and c-ptsd on top of that, and all of those things are set off by loud noise, especially loud noise that is constant or repeated. even when i’m on the phone with them, their dog is always barking and hurting my ears and sending me into sensory overload, as is how loud they have to speak over her and when they shout at her to quiet down etc. when i visit i have to make excuses to leave or go somewhere else for a breather because within minutes i’m so drained and overwhelmed and upset just because of the dog’s insanely loud barking. i was also attacked by a large dog when i was very little and ever since then i’ve been wary around Big dogs, so although i want to work on it and i’ve been trying to (i love dogs), having one so big and jumpy be aggressive and growling at me makes me incredibly on edge.
s/o was sad because they really love their dog but ultimately agreed, on the condition we can get a cat instead as they’ve always wanted one but were never allowed. i agreed to that, i’m much more of a dog person and i’m a little sad we won’t be able to get one but a cat seems a fair compromise for them having to leave their dog and i don’t mind cats either, it will be easier to care for and hopefully just as cuddly!
so i thought that was all agreed on and done with
months later i mention looking into cats and they go “but wait! that means i cant bring my dog!” like this was the first time it had occurred to them. i was kind of caught off guard and was just like “…yeah, but we can get you your cat instead!” and the conversation kind of died out and moved on quickly
but ever since then they’ve been making little comments about bringing their dog and what we’ll do with her when we live together and it just… doesn’t seem to be sinking in that they cannot bring their dog.
i feel awful because like. i can’t emphasise enough how much they love this dog. they cuddle up together in bed, they’re always calling for her, always talking about her, always taking pictures of her. when they visit me they talk about missing her.
i know when it comes down to it they’ll choose to move in with me over staying to keep her, but i worry that i’m being selfish by making them choose in the first place. i feel like i need to make it clear once and for all that the dog absolutely cannot come with them and make sure it sticks, but i honestly don’t know how to do it in a way that will make them realise while not hurting their feelings because we’ve already gone over the reasons and they initially agreed.
AITA for making my s/o give up their beloved dog?
What are these acronyms?
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Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader- smut
Part 7 of this series! Again, I’ll have to wait until this weekend for the Hungarian GP to continue writing which is annoying because I’m on a roll, but this is just a quick in between to feed all you thirsty people 😈
@allabouthappiness @benbarneslut @dinodumbass @ricciardhoe-3
Daniel finds himself missing y/n a little more than he figured. His desperation boils over the night before he’s supposed to see her again, and facetime sex ensues… angst follows when Daniel is starting to understand he may be too invested than what he initially realised…
no this gif is genuinely the sexiest thing I have ever seen oh my fucking god
Daniel was insanely happy to be returning to the F1 grid again. To be driving on the track again, and most exciting, in Las Vegas, filled him with utter joy. After the year he had before this was a breath of fresh air.
Daniel remained occupied through the days, training, eating, exercising, meetings, more training. He was always busied up. However when the clock would strike 9 and he was in bed early his mind would often linger to the girl back in England. They’d texted more often, but the craving wasn’t enough for Daniel, he wanted to see her, hug her, kiss her- his feelings had intensified and he’d finally admitted it to himself how he was falling for her. Maybe it was stupid, but Daniel ignored the consequences, too caught up in the bliss of utter happiness he felt whenever he had her close.
The night before he’d be seeing her again, he felt like he was about to burst from excitement. Like a little kid knowing they would be going on holiday the next day, Daniel couldn’t sleep a wink, thinking about her. His hands clicked on his camera roll, scrolling through the few pictures he’d taken of and with her. The playful one of them in bed he’d taken just to tease her, the other on the balcony of Monaco, when the view was beautiful but Daniel was actually just looking at her- and finally the one when he was inside her.
Fuck, he stared a little more intensely at the picture of him, his cock pressed inside her tight, little cunt as she pressed her perky tits together whilst one hand reached down to hold his. Her smaller fingers curled around his on her leg, only then did he truly see the intimacy in it. The way she’d often reach out for Daniel’s hands during sex, or when he’d have his mouth and lips pushed up against her pussy. Daniel knew he was getting turned on by it, and cheekily sent her the picture. It was 10 past midnight where Daniel was, meaning she was an hour behind in England. He hoped she was awake. Her day had seemed hectic, back in the office for a job Daniel never even knew she had. Momentarily, he felt guilt for texting her, possibly waking her up, but smiled when he saw her response.
Nice, Daniel What're you doing looking through those pics at this time?
Nothing much Daniel cheeked back, smiling like an idiot to his phone as he clicked on the imagine once more. Fuck, her body looked good, if only he had a picture of her face it would be 10x better. He had the genius idea of FaceTiming her, he didn’t think a phone call would cut it, he wanted to see her face, even without any sexual intentions. He missed her face.
Suree I believe that
Can I call you? sure With that Daniel was clicking the FaceTime option, as she let it ring for a moment before answering, not wanting to seem too eager. “You said call, not FaceTime.” She propped herself up in bed slightly, pulling the covers to hide her exposed chest. Not that she minded Daniel seeing. “Sorry.” He laughed gently, her eyes softening at the sound of his voice.
“Same thing.” Daniel added. “Yeah, apart from now you have to see how much of a mess I look.”
“You don’t.” Daniel frowned. “What’re you wearing?” He asked, out of genuine curiosity. “Oh! That’s why you wanted to face time me!” She’d teased, pulling her blanket up a little higher.
“No!” Daniels eyes widened. “Well I was thinking about you- I won’t lie, but I did wanna.. just FaceTime you.”
“Hmm.” She smiled, rolling onto her side and holding the phone in front of her. A warmth spread through her chest at his admission. “You were thinking about that picture as well?” She pointed out as his lips twitched up uncontrollably.
“No…” ”You’re a naughty boy, Daniel Ricciardo.” She flirted as the worst went straight to his cock. He let out a shameful giggle, resting his arm over my forehead. “I can’t help it, it’s so sexy. You’re so sexy.” He pointed out as she bit down on her lip.
“What’re you wearing then? Show me first.” She sat up straighter, propping the phone on a pillow ahead of her. An excitement bubbled in her stomach when he angled the phone down, revealing nothing but a black pair of underwear that he toyed with, with his free hand. His abs were delicious and she could see the slight bulge forming in his shorts. Sadly, it was harder to tell on camera than in person and she let out a sigh as she swooned.
“You look good.” She gently spoke as Daniel hummed, quick to point the screen back up to him so he could see her now. “Are you hard?” She giggled, Daniel glancing down.
“Almost- your turn, what’re you wearing?” He quickly bounced over the answer as she let out a soft laugh, angling the phone up. “Just my bed sheets.”
“Fuck, nothing else?” Daniel’s member twitched at the thought and anticipation of what was to come. “I have thongs on.” ”That means something different in Australia…” “Oh, sorry, underwear.” She teased.
“Show me.” Daniel was a little too eager as she bit down on her lip. “Where’s the fun in that, I gotta tease you first, no?” Daniels hand trailed down to his cock, giving it a squeeze as his large member continued growing from all the blood rushing there.
“Fuck, no teasing, y/n/n.” He insisted, slipping a hand under his boxers. “Are you touching yourself already?” She hummed out in an angelic tone as Daniel nodded. “Maybe.”
“Good.” Her voice lowered as she nudged the white sheet slowly down her tan skin, revealing her breasts first before showing the tiny little black, string thongs she wore. Daniel loved it when she wore black, she loved it when he wore black. Her hands pressed against her breasts, pushing them together slightly with a hum before a giggle passed her lips again. A
“I’ve got another hour before anybody’s home, Daniel.” She whispered. “Yeah?” He scanned over her face. “Yeah… but, I’ve never done this before.”
At her admission, Daniel’s hand retracted from his underwear. “We don’t have to do this.” He was quick to reassure. “No, I want to. I’ve been thinking about you all week.”
“Yeah?” Daniel perked up at this. “How so?” He nudged her on, knowing he’d have to take the lead so she wouldn’t feel awkward. He found it oddly exhilarating she was doing this with him for the first time. She let out a nervous giggle again, biting down on her acrylic thumbnail.
“Been watching all the videos you’ve sent me. Touching myself to them.” Daniel let out a moan at her admission as his hand found his cock again, stroking under his shorts. “Fuck, you have?” As his movements began again she could see the slight tensing of his arm as he rubbed his shaft.
“Yeah.” The sight turned her on more than anything. “Tell me what you want me to do, Daniel.” She when whispered, half for guidance, half because it turned her on.
“Fuck, okay- play with your nipples, baby, get them nice and sensitive.” He watched her follow his instructions, letting out a quick sigh at the sight of her fingers nipping at the pierced buds. She let out a gentle moan with a wince. “Lick your fingers, baby.” He uttered as she dampened her feelings before rolling them over her nipples once again the wet feeling being a whole new experience.
“Daniel.” She sighed, angling the phone down so he could see the buck of her hips. He stroked himself harder, faster at this now. “That’s it, make yourself feel really good for me.”
She hummed in response, eyes still fixated on Daniel’s heavy lids as she squeezed the swell of her breast, glancing down to see the little thongs she was wearing.
“You feeling good?” He then questioned causing her to glance back up. “Yeah… I wanna- I wanna see what you’re doing, Daniel.” She barely whispered, a shy smile forming on her face as Daniel smiled, nudging the camera down to reveal his hand stuffed under his underwear, stroking slowly.
“Does it feel good?” She sighed, sliding out of her underwear and tossing them to one side, instantly feeling more comfortable at the sensation of being completely nude. “Would feel better if it was you.” He admitted, giving his balls a quick squeeze as he watched her angling the phone to rest on some pillows at the end of the bed. She’d bent over slightly, squeezing her tits together and Daniel wished he could just shove his face all up into them. “It will be soon.” She hushed, sitting back against the head of the bed as Daniel let out a throaty moan at the sight of her naked. His cock twitched and he pointed the phone back down to where he rubbed himself. “Take them off Daniel, I wanna see you.” Listening, Daniel slipped out of them, tossing them to one side as she let out a hum, sliding her fingers over her clit. Daniel thought he could finish there and then, just at the sight of her.
“Get yourself nice and wet for me.” Daniel muttered lightly as she whined. “I already am… fuck I’ve been like this everyday.” She’d admitted, the confidence erupting from how turned on she’d become at the fact he was touching himself over her.
“So have I.” Daniel let out a shaky exhale, one that made her shudder as her eyes fell closed, before she caught a glimpse of herself in the phone and lifted it again. “I look weird like that.” She giggled, biting down on her thumb.
“No, no it was fuckin’ sexy.” Daniel responded as she blushed furiously. “I’ve got toys… my fingers aren’t cutting it.” She then perked, Daniel leaking at the thought of her using one on herself. His hand moved faster, watching her come back into the frame with a vibrator, part of it that went inside of her.
“Fuck, show me, baby.” He pleaded at the sound of her moaning. Angling it down, she showed as she slowly pushed the bigger part inside her tight little pussy, hips jolting at the instant pleasure before the other, smaller part, pressed against her clit perfectly.
“Fuck, Daniel!” She squeaked, body seizing at the pleasure. His hand worked harder as he groaned through his teeth. “Wish I was with you, fuck, I wish I was there.” The Australian cooed. “Me too.” She gasped, the phone back up briefly.
“Keep it there.” Daniel instructed as she set it up a little better, squeezing her tits together for him as she let out an uncontrollable gasp, snatching at the pillows behind her. “Fuck, fuck.” She choked out as Daniel tugged on his shaft even faster. “I won’t last long.” She then admitted with a shy giggle, the intense pleasure being completely overwhelming. “Fuck.” Her head tossed back as Daniel automatically leaned his head to be able to see her- like he was there with her. “Shit, y/n look at the camera, look at me.” He spoke more firmly now as she did as she was told, crying out in ecstasy as she gripped onto her nipples. She was doing everything right, everything so good, Daniel knew he couldn’t last long like this.
“Show me- show me, Daniel, please.” She pleaded as he instantly switched the phone camera, showing the way his fucked himself into his hand. “Spit on your hand.” She choked out as he groaned, doing as she’d said and moving back to jerk himself off.
The wet sounds his cock now made was unimaginably sexy, every time he’d slide his hand over his sensitive tip, his thighs would tense and body would rattle from the sensitivity. It was beginning to push her over the edge, the sight of him and the feeling from the vibrator deep inside of her pussy.
“Fuck, I need you.” He cursed as she moaned out louder now, back beginning to arch. “I need your cunt so fuckin’ bad.” He borderline snarled as she sobbed out loud. “Please, please, Daniel, I’m gonna cum!” He felt himself moan at her words, dropping his head back as he felt an insatiable need eating him alive.
“Cum with me.” Daniel jerked his hips up, fucking them into his hand as he fastened his pace to an overwhelming speed, letting out soft grunts and moans, unable to hold anything back. Not when she looked that sexy, that good- not when he wanted to just bury his face deep inside that tight pussy of hers. Daniel watched her intensely, the way her hand came to hold onto the vibrator that was sending her over the edge, her skin looked so smooth and soft and tits looked so full- he wanted them in his mouth, most of all he wanted his cock between them.
“You ready?” He then cursed out, holding his breath as he felt his orgasm building up deep inside his abdomen. “Yeah!” She barely exclaimed, legs trembling as she was right on edge, waiting for his permission to cum. Daniels breathing became heavy, a groan escaping his mouth, as he began shooting his cum all over his hands, thighs and abs. The sight alone, never mind the sound, overwhelmed her senses and she came undone almost painfully hard with desperate pleas and whimpers of his name. It felt like the orgasm was never ending, she rode it through with Daniel's words of encouragement and soft little gasps before the vibrations became too much for her sensitive pussy. She pulled it out, it easily sliding from how wet she was, switxhinf it off and picking up the phone to hold above her tiredly. "Fuck, Daniel." She pouted, pussy still throbbing as she kept a light touch down there, milking her orgasm, as she looked over Daniel basked in a post orgasm glow. His hand had milked his cock now, pumping the last of his cum, feeling dizzy at how good she looked. It was quiet for a moment, both of them panting and exhaling harshly, coming down from the heated moment. She found it a little funny, somehow intimate, despite him being on a screen.
"You did good." He then hushed, head resting back into the pillow, watching her smile back to him, nuzzling the side of her face into the pillow slightly, giggling at the praise. "I wish I was there with you." He'd muttered as an even wider smile grew on her flushed cheeks. God, she was so painfully beautiful and sweet, Daniel liked that his words made her smile, it made him feel oddly complete. He’d never stop talking if it meant she looked at him like that always. "I wish you were here too, but… I'll see you tomorrow." she whispered, Daniel letting his cock grow soft in his hands, he wished he was growing soft inside of her instead. His eyes were following hers on the screen, admiring her worn out expression, blue eyes a little more hidden than usual from her tired eyelids. "I missed ya." He then admitted as she looked back to his sweet face on the screen. His cheeks were flushed pink and he had a shiny sheen of sweat over his face and chest. It was a sight to see. "I missed you." Shyly, she spoke the words, feeling that strange warmth in her chest. I like you, Daniel. Isn't it obvious? Part of her wanted to openly say that to him, I mean, surely he wouldn’t say he missed her if he didn’t like her?
“I gotta clean up, bear with me.” The two of them were away from the camera for a mere two minutes. She’d half expected him to disappear after that, end the call with a tired goodbye, but he came back, chatting about all kinds of nonsense with her.
“Hey, y/n?” Daniel muttered, causing her to jump up slightly, eyes fluttering open. “Mmmh?” She was too tired to speak. Daniel, however was tormented, kept awake with the constant urge to express his feelings to her. He didn’t know why he couldn’t say it, but fuck, he was falling for her- quickly. “Never mind.” He whispered, that slight something holding him back.
“Sorry for waking you..” she let out another hum in response, thinking nothing of his words before she relaxed back into the plush of her pillow again, sinking into a well deserved slumber.
When the call had ended, Daniel laid staring at the roof. That warm fuzzy feeling was undeniable, but there was a sense of anxiety and guilt that kept his chest tight, making it hard to breathe. How could he express his feelings and get them out in the open whilst remaining a ‘secret’? How would that work? Maybe they could ease their way into soft launching one another- but Daniel questioned how he’d ever be able to take her out on a date with the threat of her dad thinking their relationship was weird as hell.
What if she wanted to be open about this? Tell her dad? Or worst of all- if she wanted to keep Daniel a secret… he felt sick at the thought of continuing the secretive relationship, with it not actually going anywhere. Because it couldn’t- he’d got himself too far invested in her- with them- “Fuck.” He rubbed his face, overwhelmed by his racing mind.
Maybe he’d fucked up sleeping with her in the first place. Maybe he shouldn’t have followed her into that changing room, or been looking at her the way he had for the past 6 months of being close to her. He felt like whatever was going to happen would hurt, bad, but knowing he’d upset her absolutely killed him. But god, she was so beautiful and so perfect, he truly believed that if they were together they’d be amazing. If there was no boundaries, then he’d be taking her out every second of the day, showing her off- but fuck! There was boundaries, Daniel was officially torn.
#daniel ricciardo x you#daniel ricciardo smut#daniel ricciardo x reader smut#daniel ricciardo x reader#Daniel Ricciardo x Horner daughter
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tubelift!joe was a sweetheart & reallllly wanted to find out what happened after they went separate ways !!!
jfc it's been a whole YEAR since tubelift!joe, thats insane! but here you go, have some of him! its only short, but hope you enjoy! (a/n: this story will make little sense if you've not read between floors and feelings) Wordcount: 1.8K
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Funny Story, Actually
It had been ages, but you could still sense it every time. When you'd get onto the tube together, Joe's shoulders would tense as he'd look around the car, scanning his worried eyes over every single person there.
It was just to check. Just to settle something inside of him that was a little impossible to settle, you thought.
You remembered being one of those people, but witnessing it now, knowing what you knew, traveling through peak hours with him was hell.
You noticed how his knuckles lost all colour as he tightly held on to a handrail overhead, his lips all tight, his jaw clenched.
He looked hot.
But that wasn't the point.
"Hey," you poked Joe softly in the side to get his attention. "Did you say you had been to this place before?"
You knew he had been, but it was an easy way of distracting him from trying to make eye-contact with everyone, which he only did just in case he could see something there to worry about.
It literally helped no one, you knew.
"Oh, yea. Couple of times. You know how there's places that exceed your expectations every time you go? Very rare, that. This is one of those."
You smiled. He'd told you the exact same thing about four times, using a different way to describe how much he loved this restaurant each time.
You'd happily listen to him tell you again and again.
"Yea? What did you have last time?" you asked, softly, because not many others needed to hear you ask, or hear Joe's answer for that matter. To be fair, you didn't even need to hear it. You just needed Joe to step out of his tube-anxiety. It was only one more stop.
"Um, I had..." Joe narrowed his eyes for a second, thinking. And then, before he even remembered, he realised what you were doing. He let his breath escape him in a chuckled sigh and reached for your hand. Gave the tube car a last glance before fully turning towards you and giving you a silly face.
"You're a menace."
You scrunched your nose at him, knowing glances shared.
Joe kept hold of your hand when you got off the tube and made your way towards street level. When you were lead into a corridor of which the dead end just held the stainless steal doors to two lifts, you gave each other a look before turning around and finding another way out.
Absolutely no way you were risking it.
Ever since that one night, neither of you had ever stepped foot inside of a tube lift again.
You'd rather race each other up the Covent Garden tube station steps, all 193 of them, than get into a small confined metal box like that again.
Even after the one you'd been stuck in had been fixed.
Even when you were in a group and your friends would go for the lift.
You'd go, "Loser gets the bill tonight!" and set off running up the steps, hoping you'd beat the elevator. You rarely did. And even after a while, it got easier, but it would still leave you out of breath. Still, getting a little exercise would forever win it over having to pee into a water bottle, so it was fine.
You'd take the stairs.
You easily found escalators that time, and you both went to stand on the right to let the system take you up. You turned around and let Joe curl his arms around your waist for a moment, tilting his head back and smiling up at you. It made you swipe at some worry lines that were permanently etched into Joe's forehead whenever you were underground before leaning down to give him a small kiss.
You beamed big smiles at each other, and you weren't sure what prompted you to join the crowd on the left side of the escalator, but you were quick as a flash as you stepped to the side and started bolting your way up the moving steps.
Joe followed just behind you, and you laughed as you felt him try to hold onto your coat in an attempt to keep up.
Happy.
There was just something about knowing you'd make it up and out without getting trapped for hours, you know?
After you touched-out, Joe turned to you slightly out of breath and said, "Maybe we need to start using car service to go places, because–"
"And give into the fear?" you scoffed. "Come on," you held up an arm and humorously flexed a non-existent bicep. "We're stronger than that!"
And you truly believed that, but you felt every single bit of strength leave your body when you got shoulder-checked hard enough to slam the air right from your lungs.
"Ahh," you immediately winced, spinning on your feet from the clash. Joe's hands were quick to find you, steadying you and preventing you from stumbling and falling.
"Sorry, so sor–..." a throat got cleared. "Sorry..."
The woman who had just roughly knocked half her body into yours looked down at her feet as she slung her bag back onto her shoulder, and, oh, my God, you couldn't fucking believe it.
"Linda."
Your former boss.
You sounded more surprised than anything else, because this was something you had dreaded for a while. Running into her. You'd heard that your ex-boyfriend had gone and moved in with her after he'd moved out of the studio you had shared, but that it had only lasted for a couple of weeks.
Served her right, you thought.
"Oh my God. Hi, I'm– sorry. I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you?" Linda let a polite hand hover in front of your shoulder - the one you were still holding onto yourself - and gave a regretful smile.
Linda did hurt you.
A little now, but a lot before.
You know, back when you found your boyfriend making out with her in her office and you learnt from you colleagues that the affair had actually been happening for a while but they'd been too afraid to tell you because she was their boss too.
Vile wench of a woman.
You'd gotten your revenge though.
You still weren't proud of it, but... if you could do that night over again, the only thing you would change is that you would make sure you'd actually empty your full bladder into her bag that time.
You gave her a blank stare and then let your eyes drop to her bag.
Holy shit.
There was no way.
"I'm fine." you said coldly, but kept your eyes on her bag.
She saw, and it made her shuffle a little awkwardly
"Good. Okay, good. Sorry. I'm in a rush. We should catch up, soon. Sorry, again." Linda finished her sentence as she ran off, and you stared at her as she tapped-in with her phone and then disappeared down an escalator.
Huh.
Wow.
You felt weirdly okay about all of that, unexpectedly so.
You were definitely not going to be catching up with her soon, though.
When you turned to Joe, he gave you a worried little smile.
"There you are."
"Huh?"
"I asked you a question. Are you okay?"
You blinked up at him and realised you were stood in the middle of a busy bit of tube station. It was the exact wrong place to stand still, so you were quick to move with the crowd. Joe followed, hand on the small of your back.
"Who was that?"
"Oh, sorry. Um. That was Linda. She used to be my boss." you couldn't help the laugh that escaped you. "Remember my boss? How I caught–"
"I do." Joe cut you off, no need to repeat the painful story. He had remembered it fine from when you'd first told him, dirty wedding dress and crackling intercom as the background noise and all.
But tonight wasn't about awful memories.
You were about to have dinner with some of his friends - ones you'd met just once in brief passing but had never had a proper conversation with, and Joe was excited. You were going to love them, and he was sure that they were also going to love you.
"Wow... that was... that was weird. She fully crashed into me."
"Yea it was quite the collision, you nearly fell over."
"I'm okay." you assured him you were fine. The clash of shoulders had only hurt for a second.
Joe reached to hold your hand and threw you a warm smile as you made your way down the pavement.
"That's good."
"I think..." you started, eyes narrowing as you tried to remember. "I'm not joking, but I think she was carrying the bag that I... you know."
Joe's eyes bulged at you as his smile grew.
"What?! No way."
"That was the bag." You knew for sure. Kind of hard to forget the bag that you squatted over to piss right into. "I hope she got that professionally cleaned though, why the fuck would she even– wait, why did she keep that?"
Joe laughed at your outrage. He agreed though.
"Maybe she never noticed." he reasoned as you reached the restaurant. His reasoning made you frown at him though because, "Joe, I pissed over everything she had in there, there is no way she didn't–"
"All right, all right, keep it down, will you? This is a nice place." Joe laughed, helping you out of your coat as the host asked if you had a reservation.
Linda.
You couldn't quite get over how weird it was to be running into her in the tube with Joe there. It was almost kind of funny.
It felt like a weird full-circle moment, especially because you knew that whatever she had taken from you hadn't worked out for her in the end. Lost out on a star-employee (you) and on a mediocre boyfriend (your ex).
Maybe the bag was a good reminder for her.
Maybe it kept her grounded.
You had no idea.
The loud greetings from Joe's friends who were already there snapped you out of your thoughts. The restaurant was nice, and Joe's friends were lovely. It was nice to get to know Joe better through other people, but you kind of forgot that you were also a whole new person for others to meet. A person to ask questions about.
You weren't sure why you hadn't anticipated anyone asking the most obvious question you could be asked, but it nearly made Joe choke on his first sip of his drink.
"So, how did you two meet again?"
Joe looked at you over the table after making sure he didn't have any wine dripping down his chin, pursing a smile before giving you a tiny nod.
Joe's friends looked between the two of you, confused eyes darting back and forth because clearly they were missing an inside joke, or whatever.
Before anyone could ask, you cleared your throat and said, "Funny story, actually..."
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daydreamin’
song inspo. daydreamin’ by ariana grande
a/n. i actually ro wanted to write this ever since i saw soobin lipsyncing this song on that one radio show <\\3 also experienced with the lil layout gif thingy ++ blond soob !!!!!!!!
oh and it’s my first post for the july jam session event so enjoy!! check it out to see what’s going on teehee
summary. soobin walked in and simply caught your attention… you would have never guessed how it would end
warnings. cursing + reader is kind of awkward but it’s cute tho <\3
you were sitting in your class, the professor being more boring than usual. it was nearly 20 minutes past 8am when the door slammed open and someone walked in, grey hoodie thrown over his blond hair. he walked hesitantly, long legs making small steps.
your eyes lingered on him, you couldn’t help but admit that he caught your attention.
“sorry for being late, the traffic…” the stranger spoke out, awkward smile plastering on his plush lips. your heart skipped a beat upon that sight.
“alright, soobin. just sit somewhere” the professor let out a disappointed sigh. soobin. what a cute name.
before you realised, he caught you staring. eyes growing wide, he smiled cutely which resulted in his dimples showing. could this guy be any cuter?!
he sat next to you, a bit awkward and stealing glances at you every once in a while.
after the class finished, soobin grabbed his bag and left the room hurriedly. he didn’t notice his pencil case falling out.
you picked it up and left a scoff, amused by the bunny shaped case. what a guy. you’ll give it back to him on the nearest occasion.
you haven’t seen soobin for the next day too. which didn’t mean you haven’t thought about him. it was crazy how a guy that you sat next to during one lesson had you so whipped.
resting your chin on your palm you were deep in thought, daydreaming about him. it was weird, you knew but he was so cute! you couldn’t help it. his awkwardness made him even more adorable, constantly on your mind. you recalled the way he walked, a little stiff but sweet in a way.
playing with the bunny pencil case with your free hand you huffed. suddenly you heard someone’s shushed whispers.
“–insane?! i tell you, you are. go see a doctor!”
you turned around slightly and noticed… soobin. he was talking with a friend of his. soobin’s ebony eyes were sparking with mischief, a silly smile blooming on his face.
“i’m literally not! and don’t look at me like that!” he huffed, soft lips forming into a pout. he crossed his arms and looked away from his friend, eyes meeting yours.
you quickly turned around and hid the pencil case. you still need to give it back to him.
a smile crept on your face. the way he talked was so cute, too.
you walked to the library, passing soobin in the hallway. he was too good looking for his own good… and you still had to return the bunny case he lost.
finally finding a place to occupy you sighed, taking out your stuff. putting your headphones in and shuffling a random song you failed to hear approaching footsteps.
a sigh left your mouth when you finally sat down, with your chin in the plan of your hand. you noticed the small bunny doodles you made on a exercise sheet and just shook your head.
suddenly you felt an arm on your shoulder.
letting out a surprising yelp, you turned around only to meet soobin’s heart warming grin.
“hi”
you took out your headphones, the random ariana grande’s song that played going quiet.
“hi” you smiled back, unable to look away from his dimples.
“i uh… i noticed you have my pencil case”
your smile dropped, eyes widening in realisation. fuck. shit. you look like a weirdo now.
you started rummaging through your bag in order to find it, your own belongings almost flying in the air everywhere.
“i… uh… sorry! i promise it’s not what it looks like! you dropped it and– and i wanted to give it to you, i swear but you just… i just… didnt–” you rambled nervously. soobin laughed.
your heart skipped a beat upon hearing that angelic sound and that’s when you saw the bunny pencil case at the bottom of your bag.
“i was too shy” you added quietly, wanting to hand him back his property. mentally you already said goodbye to any chances with him and only daydreaming about what ifs but soobin was already sitting down next to you.
“i understand, truly. i was a little bit pissed because my friends wouldn’t lend me any pens so for the past few days i wasn’t taking notes…” he hummed hesitantly, his large hand brushing ever so slightly against yours when he grabbed the bunny case from your hands “… so would you mind lending me your notes? we can grab, uh, coffee too… if you’d like”
“no! i mean yes! i mean, uh… fuck” you let out a sigh, blood hitting your cheeks from embarrassment. soobin just smiled wildly, amused “i meant it as in no, i wouldn’t mind and yes, i’d love to. grab coffee, with you”
“it’s a date then. shall we go?” he asked, tilting his head.
“o-oh. now? sure” you nodded and before you walked away, stunned, soobin reminded you about your belongings laying on the floor. he helped you pick them up too, stealing glances at your cutely flushed face.
“–y/n? she’s gone. like gone gone” beomgyu sighed, snapping his fingers in front of your face. you blinked slowly, looking confused at soobin. he just smiled tenderly “oh, not anymore. welcome back i guess”
“what were you…?” soobin hummed. he knew it well: the way you rested your chin on the plan of your hand, faint smile on your lips. he knew but still…
“daydreamin’” you giggled “about you… you… and only you”
“you’re so gross. get a room!” beomgyu pushed you slightly – but not with too much force – causing you to plop onto your boyfriend’s lap. soobin chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, placing a tender kiss on the crown of your head.
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This is not meant as a gotcha- and it's totally fair if the answer is 'idk' because it's not your responsibility to be the sole person who figures out all the kinks in the proposed idea, but if you already have thoughts on it I'm curious: you've mentioned a communal child-autonomy focused style of raising kids rather than nuclear family with stringent abusive "parental rights" and my only concern with that is healthcare. Kids don't understand why they have to get shots that hurt which keep them safe from polio, but because their parents are legally allowed to drag them to doctor offices and MAKE them sit there and get these shots, we almost eradicated polio entirely up until ableist anti-vaxx moms messed it up for everyone. But I digress.
I'm all for eroding parents rights which are used mainly for abuse. But what about dentistry, vaccines, life-saving surgeries, etc? It sucks that these are done through coercion and force, but that's the only way most 5 year olds will let it get done because these concepts are too complicated and long-term for most children to comprehend. Do you have any thoughts on a balance for that problem while still respecting children's autonomy more? Something closer to faith in community, blind trust to let them fill in cavities? I don't know that I'd agree with letting a kid stubbornly waste away because they can't understand wide-spread infection, in the name of autonomy, even though once someone does understand the concept I'm strangely okay with being sad but letting someone refuse to take care of that aspect of their own health without any forceful measures. I guess it's the knowledge gap that really gets me. For death with dignity you gotta have informed consent, which means the person has to truly understand the medical advice and treatment they're refusing, and many kids simply cannot do that. It's a wrench in the cogs of my understanding your ideas. Thoughts?
obviously i am very harshly skeptical of rhetoric that children need their autonomy violated 'for their own good' but obviously there are situations where, for example, extremely young children cannot feed themselves or locomote and are physically incapable of autonomy -- but i think this is where a family abolitionist view is most useful, because it prevents you from defaulting to 'family' as the solution -- strip all the cultural baggage from the institution of parenthood and you realise that when faced with the problem "sometimes, children cannot physically excercise autonomy, or might be too young to recognise their exercise of autonomy is harming others (e.g. vaccines)", it is actually an insane and silly solution to say "every child should have 1-2 designated Autonomy Violators, assigned at birth and for life, with no qualifications, training, etc".
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Fuck It Friday!!
Tagged by the ever wonderful @theotherbuckley and @wikiangela 💙
Finally got more of the Eddie/Buck first meeting done! Hope you enjoy!
Buck lets his eyes travel over Eddie again (listen, the guy is hot and he just hugged Buck, he’s only human) and it’s then that he notices the LAFD Fire Academy logo on the back of his shirt. In the back of his head, he can hear Carrie’s voice excitedly saying, “his Daddy’s gonna be a firefighter too!”. “H-hey, are you at the academy?” Buck asks, twisting his fingers with a sudden wave of anxiety. Eddie quirks an eyebrow, which looks, frankly, adorable. “Yeah, why?” “Well I – uh – I just finished my probationary year with the 118 and was thinking if you ever needed any help, with like training or whatever, that I’d be happy to lend a hand?” Buck’s got no idea why his heart rate has suddenly ratcheted up in pace, but then Eddie looks at him with a sort of tentative hopefulness, as if he’s deciding if he allows himself to accept help for the first time in his life, and Buck’s stomach does some very unhelpful backflips. “You’re in the LAFD?” Eddie asks, “with the 118?” His brows furrow and Buck’s heart catches in his throat. Is this weird? Is Buck being too much? Eddie looks like he’s thinking and then suddenly his face clears, a grin breaking through and he points at Buck. “Wait a second, you’re Buckley?” It’s definitely not what Buck was expecting, and he stands there dumbfounded for a second before finding his voice. “Uh, yeah?” he says eloquently. Eddie tips back his head and laughs, and Buck’s more confused than ever. “Oh man, you’ve got quite the reputation at the academy Buck” Eddie chuckles. Buck’s pretty sure his brain has been replaced with a family of small crickets. A reputation? Doing what? He nervously thinks back to his early days with the 118, of how he’d steal fire trucks to sleep with women (hey, he couldn’t exactly bring them home, right? And a man has… urges) and wonders if that managed to trickle its way down to the academy. “Uh,” he laughs nervously, “what do you mean by a reputation? I didn’t –“ “You’ve got like, all the records on the scenarios and exercises, man, I’m constantly trying to beat them, but I just can’t get there. And now I know you did all that whilst also being a single father? Jesus.” The way Eddie’s looking at Buck, almost with a sort of reverence, is absolutely insane. He’s hugely relieved that Eddie wasn’t about to bring up his old nickname of “firehose” (coined by one of the other academy members after catching him in the showers with one of the guest speakers) and if he’s totally honest, just a tiny bit smug that no one else has managed to beat his records. “Well, ya know, work hard, reap the rewards, right?” he replies, instantly realising that he sounds like a cocky ass. “Right, right,” Eddie says distractedly, pulling out his phone. He looks back up at Buck, hesitating for a second, before stretching out his phone to him. “Hey do you think I could maybe get your number? I just – I could probably do with a bit of help with my certification tests, and if Christopher and Carrie are going to be friends then it might be –“ “Of course!” Buck grabs Eddie’s phone, maybe a little eagerly, and keys in his number. He contemplates setting his nickname to “Sexy Firefighter Dad” but decides against it. Makes him feel too old anyway, that’s something Bobby would go by. When he finally hands Eddie’s phone back to him, he’s blushing furiously. It’s been years since someone asked for his number for anything other than sexual. “Thanks man,” Eddie says appreciatively and Buck waves him off. “No problem. Who knows, we might end up real close.” He winks cheekily and is delighted to see Eddie’s cheeks pink up a little.
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Well, I saw you doing requests so I couldn't lose such an opportunity. Could you do a Rosie x male reader? The reader would be a new resident of the hotel and somewhat like Nifit, which is to say extremely psychotic but gets shy around Rosie when she visits there. She would keep visiting after just to see him get all shy and flustered. I would ask it to be a smut but you can do fluffy, whatever. Hope you have a nice day.
Eyes Full of Nothingness
Rosie x insane male reader
Note: It did go through! I just hadn't gotten to it yet! I have a hard time seeing Rosie be, uhuhm, intimate, so I will keep it fluff.
Word count: 1599
Y/n had been attending the hotel for only a week but he had already freaked everyone out, even Alastor. He wasn't actually there for redemption, of course not, however, no one at the hotel knew the actual reason he was there.
In truth, he was there for Alastor's connection with a certain cannibal overlord. Y/n had fallen in love with the demon from the day he fell down into the hell pit. Her empty eyes reminded him of the beautiful black hole of failure and worthlessness, two of the most important part of his secretive ideology. One he had killed to achieve and there Rosie was, encompassing those traits in physical form.
Then there were her sharp teeth, teeth that represented her delightful diet. A diet that showed of cruelness in the most domestic form it could have. Y/n also fell in love with her blush cheeks and old-timey but classic attire. She looked cute.
The time he laid his eyes on her for the first time he realised he wasn't in hell, no. It was heaven, for him at least. Rosie had been making her way to an overlord meeting, walking confidently through the dangerous streets.
Y/n was searching around, hoping to find a place to stay. While being distracted with a shitty looking job-listing poster, he accidentally walked into someone's back. When he looked up, Y/n was staring into those amazing eyes.
"I'm sorry miss," he apologised, wanting to say more but was unable to thanks to his flustered mess of a brain.
"It's alright, sweetie!" She waved him off. "I'll be off then."
And as soon as he gained her, he lost her. Y/n wasn't giving up yet though, he was going to find her. And find her, he did.
Y/n ended up in Cannibal Town, staring at Rosie's Emporium. She was inside, ready to be enchanted by him... He couldn't. No matter what, Y/n couldn't muster up the confidence, so he stuck to spying on the overlord.
This went on for a few weeks, until the other cannibals started to notice. He was swiftly hunted out of their town. His last chance was meeting Rosie at the hotel. He had known about her friendship with Alastor, he had been spying on her after all. So it only took a quick investigation to find out that Alastor was working in the Hazbin Hotel.
In the first week Y/n had not only joined the hotel but also integrated into the little friend group. He got well along with Nifty, having similar... Interests. Although, he hated Charlie's exercises, he guessed it came with the territory, besides it's not like she could actually stop him from going to the doomsday district and 'help' demons get to see the nothingness of the world.
Even so, he had yet gotten the chance to meet Rosie...
It was just another normal day in hell when a seemingly recently-arrived denizen bumped into her back. Rosie looked the poor thing up and down, she had to admit he was kind of cute. Alas, she had to get to her meeting, so she said her goodbyes and left, never guessing she would see him again.
Yet, only a few she noticed a familiar demon stand outside her emporium, observing her. Had he been interested in her? So much so that he came to find her? The though made the woman blush but she wouldn't approach him. Rosie was from a different time and wanted the man to come up to her himself. So, she waited and waited and waited.
Weeks went by, the demon always following her, in and outside of Cannibal Town. Rosie had to admit, she kind of liked to have someone be this interested but she wouldn't give up on this game. A mistake, because when she came down the stairs one day, she noticed a lack of eyes staring at her. That's when she found out that he had been chased off by the cannibals. As much as Rosie appreciated their concern, she was sad, especially when he never came back again.
One day she had been invited by Alastor and Charlie to have tea at the hotel. Them three along with Vaggie and Nifty sat down in the Parlor, Alastor having summoned them tea.
"And how have you been doing Nifty?" Rosie took a sip from her cup. "I'm sure you've been keeping everyone here on their toes."
"Yeah, but there are less and less bugs to hunt down. Y/n has been catching them for some reason." She had to climb her way on the sofa and plopped down on thee cushions.
"Y/n?"
"One of our guests, that demon even overshadows Nifty with his insane mind," Alastor told his friend, "it's quite admirable."
"You could say that, haha," Charlie's laugh came out awkwardly, "we are having a hard time getting him to participate in the hotel's redemption program."
"Well, some people just need a harder push than others, if he didn't want to be redeemed, he wouldn't be here," Rosie reassured the princess.
"It could be that or it could be any other reason," Vaggie commented, "that's why I think we should be keeping a closer eye on him."
"Still... He deserves privacy, I don't want to take that away from him." Charlie looked down into her cup, where the tea showed a faint reflection of her frowning face.
"I could go talk to him, if it puts you at ease." Rosie offered.
Alastor's eyebrows went down into a glare. "Don't worry yourself about him Rosie. It's unnecessary, I have it under control."
"What's under control?"
Everyone looked back to Y/n standing by the stairs. Rosie's head turned, taking him in... It was him, her little stalker. So his name was Y/n? She had finally a chance to talk to him.
"So, you are Y/n." Rosie made her way to him and held out her hand." My name is Rosie, it's good to meet you!"
Y/n's eyes studied to woman in front of him. It was her, finally. he could finally meet her. He tried to introduce himself but something strange happened. Y/n's hands started to sweat, his face became flushed and when he tried to speak, nothing came out. He was completely flustered.
"Y-ye-ah." He managed to say.
"Is everything alright, Y/n?" Charlie stood up, about to make his way to him.
"Don't worry about it dear." Alastor glared at the other man. "He seems to just be flustered."
Realisation hit the other hotel staff. Their heads turned to the conversation going on between te overlords and their resident. Th Radio Demon was right, Y/n kept looking down, face red and stuttering out his words. It was weirdly cute, if you didn't know how insane of a person he usually was.
They kept themselves out of it though, this was between Y/n and Rosie.
Rosie kept visiting after that day. Every time she was there, Y/n would be a flustered mess, doing everything he could to make her happy except for holding a proper conversation. It's not like he didn't want to but every time he tried, he became completely flushed and nervous.
Every time she wasn't there though, he would be is usual crazy self. He would collect bugs for unknown rituals in his room, he would confess the craziest shit that even scared Nifty and kept preparing his homemade hummus that even Alastor wouldn't dare try.
The only thing that did chance was when anyone even mentioned Rosie, he would fall apart. This came in handy for Charlie and Vaggie when they wanted Y/n to participate in group activities or for the others when he was being just a bit too eerie.
One day Rosie and Alastor decided to make a trip to the tailor together.
"I take it you have noticed Y/n's absolute infatuation with you."
"How could I not?" Rosie smiled wide. "He is cute."
"You know you can get way better right? I'm sure I could help you find a suitable partner for you."
"That's very sweet of you Al but I've already fallen in love with him. I was just pushing the conversation off because his reactions are so adorable."
"I don't see how anyone could fall in love with such a demon. The denizen is hardly a gentleman."
"You don't understand anything about romance Al." Rosie started to blush. "I think I'll even confess tonight."
That night Rosie was standing in front of the door. After knocking on it, the door swung open with Y/n standing in the doorframe.
"R-Rosie?" He muttered. "W-w-w- what are you doing here? Uhm, come in." He stepped aside.
Y/n's room sure was something. Bugs were trapped in a glass container. Next to it stood several used weapons; a knife, hammer, matches and even a bottle of acid. Residue of the bugs rested next to them. The bed was messy. Blood soaked into the hardwood floor in the corner.
"I was hoping to talk to you."
Y/n just nodded his head in response.
"You see, I know you had been stalking me and I have to say... I think you're kind of cute too."
He looked up, seeing Rosie's beautiful eyes of nothingness stare right at him. "I LOVE YOU!" He screamed out.
"Me too." Rosie's smile was as sweet as sugar.
Her face got closer and closer to him until their lips touched. Y/n's lips opened and their kiss turned into making out. Stopping their kiss felt like being torn away from heaven.
"W-will you go on a date with me?" He asked.
"I would love too."
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🏆 achievement unlocked: ben wheatley feature completist 🎉 i’m not going to rank them but i am going to talk about them a bit!
down terrace (2009) ☕️
v impressive debut. the key pillars of the idiom are already here, and that’s why it’s good. unglamorous low-level organised crime and violence; family dysfunction/parent-child trauma; and – less obviously, but it’s there – folk sensibility. and michael smiley is there. he totally steals the show, as he does every time he pops up in one of these (with one exception obviously). not to get ahead of myself but my main takeaway from this whole exercise is that michael smiley is a genius
kill list (2011) 🔨
like down terrace, but MORE. more violent organised crime, more overt folk horror, more smiley. same amount of family dysfunction. if down terrace is the seed from which you can extrapolate the rest of the filmography, kill list is a perfectly condensed smoothie, all the key themes fully realised but blended together. i love it. i think you can draw a clear line from this to mother's ruin. reece says that after seeing this, he turned to wheatley and asked “why did you make that?” which i think is a fair question. i relayed the anecdote to my bf who spluttered indignantly and said “i don’t know, reece, why do we do anything? why did you black up?”
sightseers (2012) 🚗
all these films are at least a little bit funny, but sightseers is probably the most overt comedy, and it REALLY works for me. alice lowe is fantastic and i wish they’d work together more. her performance suits wheatley’s style. again, gestures to all the key pillars, but none of them actually take centre stage here. it ends up being about… love, i guess. a successful departure. dark, depressing, very funny. the dog lives
a field in england (2013) 🍄
i’ve probably made my thoughts on this one clear enough for the time being. one of the best modern folk horror films, one of reece’s best performances, one of the best british films ever. the interesting thing to note here is that for the first time, wheatley takes one of his key pillars (in this case, folk horror) and runs with it as far as possible, to the exclusion of everything else. he’ll do this again with his other pillars later, and it will be successful every time
high rise (2015) 🏢
i’ve seen high rise twice this year, and the second time i was really hoping it would turn out to be good after all. it’s not, though. it’s a huge mess. the ending is particularly baffling and stupid. some actors are good in it, especially reece, but he’s not even in it enough to make it really worth rewatching. thematically, a huge departure for wheatley, but unlike sightseers, it doesn’t come up with anything else to latch onto. it does have a brief psychedelic sequence which feels very tacked-on and underwhelming. further points deducted for michael smiley not being there
free fire (2016) 🔫
speak of the devil!! who’s that, it’s michael smiley!! and he crushes in this!! as does EVERYBODY in this wonderful cast!! oh man. another exercise in taking one pillar of the idiom and running with it as hard as possible. this time, it’s unglamorous low-level organised crime and violence. and it’s JUST THAT. it’s insane and weird and it rules. it’s also a metaphor for the troubles. i miss armie hammer unfortunately, he was really good at playing total bastards and he looked good in this
happy new year, colin burstead (2018) 🥂
another ‘one pillar to its logical extreme’ exercise, this time revolving entirely around family dysfunction. again, very successful. funny, sad, absolutely wonderful ending. made me think about my sister’s wedding lmao
rebecca (2020) 👗
rebecca is alright, but the fun for me mostly came from looking for little ways wheatley snuck his idiom into it around the edges of the studio. it’s really about gender roles/femininity and womanhood in particular; i’m sure plenty has been written about that wrt the source material and the more famous film
in the earth (2021) 🌳
zach is babie. what else can i say? if he was in this more, and/or if the film was a lot more violent, i would like it more. if it dropped the pandemic angle, i would like it more. it’s not a worthy successor to field, but nothing could be. it’s fine. it’s got some good stuff in it. i like it, and i’d probably like it more if it had no relationship to field whatsoever, or if it leaned hard into being an overt sequel / continuation of that story. can you even imagine? i think my issue is just that it doesn't commit hard enough to being any one particular thing
meg 2: the trench (2023) 🦈
fuck this movie fr. and i’m not saying that because i’m a snob. i actually liked the first one okay! i thought it succeeded on its own terms! meg 2 does not succeed at fucking anything. it has brief flashes of being good, like when that chick’s head implodes, or the shot from inside the shark’s mouth, or when statham kicks a man into a shark’s mouth and says “see you later, chum.” and then for the whole rest of the time it’s complete balls. the dialogue is so clunky. the bits that are just humans interacting with each other about non-shark business should be good or at least NOT SHIT, like… i’ve SEEN happy new year colin burstead i KNOW wheatley can do humans. except he forgot how, apparently. baffling. heartbreaking. i used to work with reality tv ip, and we used to say “just because it’s trash, that doesn’t mean it has to be bad.” meg 2 had to be trash but it didn’t have to be bad. at least, not this bad. rip
#what do i tag this.#i've never actually sat down and intentionally smashed out an entire director like this#ben wheatley
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DEFENDERS OF BERK | HTTYD SERIES | BREAKING DOWN HICCUP
Blog Post Series: Breaking Down Hiccup
Title: The Night and the Fury
Ep/Season: Episode 3, Season 2 (Defenders of Berk)
Premise:
Hiccup and gang set out on a training exercise on Dragon Island in hopes to train their stealth / combat skills without help from their dragons. Unfortunately, they run into a very, very unlikely "friend"...
IN ASTRID WE TRUST
It's no secret that the team needs some polishing. And we're hoping, Astrid's obstacles could do the trick. I love how they groaned, knowing that her tests is going to be difficult. It's very like them to do that and very like her to make things tough.
This exercise is fertile ground for individual members of the team to grow. For example:
(1) TUFFNUT TAKES ON THE RESPONSIBILITY OF WATCHING THE DRAGONS
(2) RUFFNUT GOES OUT ON HER OWN
(3) FISHLEGS, WELL, IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY FOR HIM REALLY. I.E., DOING SOMETHING HE'S SCARED TO DO
(4) HICCUP, DEALING W DAGUR
(Can we also take a moment to appreciate the little confidence boost Hiccup gives to Fishlegs? We can? Ok. Here you go.)
If you started watching RTTE without first seeing ROB/DOB, you might wonder why Dagur calls him brother. Well, to be fair, I still don't know why he does, but at least from this episode, you'll know when the supposed familial relationship began.
P/S: Look at how small & cute baby is.
It's also really cute that Hiccup tries, for the most part, to keep the peace with Dagur, though for the most part, I hate to watch them pandering to him.
THE DAGUR FIASCO
This episode is where I feel DOB kicks off. Hiccup's in a very precarious position. The last time Dagur showed up, Stoick lied that Berk was still at war w dragons and that they still killed them. For the sake of peace, Hiccup didn't have much of a choice but to play along and reassert the lie.
This episode is definitely one of my favourites, especially in terms of the Hiccup-Dagur dialogue.
It's hard to not enjoy the "bro-mance" sequences. Just look at this one:
In fact, if you only watched RTTE, you might've missed where the Dagur v Snotlout situation also began. And it might surprise you to realise, that Snotlout was very much, a fan of Monsieur Deranged here.
HICCUP'S STAND
But nothing beats, that moment when Hiccup takes his stand.
It was such a DEFINING MOMENT, because Dagur has been looking down on Hiccup for years and NOW, NOW?! He realises what a genuine threat Hiccup could be. And more importantly, how easily his pride is wounded.
I'm all here for HEROIC HICCUP. And what an artistic way to show how much Dagur underestimated him. He even underestimate his shield! Much to his lost...
Also, don't you think that it is very Captain America of Hiccup sometimes, when he's wielding the shield?
And let's not forget, Hiccup is one sassy protagonist. I mean, you know you're an enemy when he burns you.
This episode is way more significant than I realised it at first. This whole time, Alvin was Berk's only viable threat. But his beef was with Stoick, initially at least.
But now, Dagur is another. And the person he's going after is Hiccup. Dagur is Hiccup's first archenemy.
And it doesn't help that he's insane.
So, what I loved about this episode was, it heightened the stakes of the entire show AND also, showcased how Hiccup can out-wit, out-smart and challenge Dagur, who I think, must've been a pretty tough contender to command the massive armada he ends up leading.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAY BARUCHEL (9.4.2023)
I know this may come off super random, but it is Jay Baruchel's birthday today. I think we can all agree that Jay is the life and soul of Hiccup. If you follow me on twitter @reviewinghiccup, you should know that I am down the rabbit hole of Jay Baruchel movies, interviews and podcasts.
And what I love so much about this guy is the respect and reverence he has for the show. I mean, he constantly praises it and not just because of his role, which he believes pales in comparison to the artists designing and working the animation, but its obvious that he's a HTTYD superfan.
I love it when an actor pays their respects to the franchise and I do enjoy his take on the work and how much the line between who Hiccup is and who he is, as a person, is blurred.
He's an eloquent speaker and tries to produce, write and direct movies now, instead of act in them. He's based in Canada.
Anyways, something interesting I learned about him was, in an interview w Tom Power, he talks about the book he wrote and what being a fan means to him. Him being a fan of hockey and how precious it can be to live within a franchise or something as massive as indulging interests. It sorta validates me a little, specially since I've dived deep into HTTYD fandom since changing careers.
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And just like Hiccup, there is way more to this guy than it seems. He's funny, humble, kind and generous with his time. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and he's pretty jittery in real life too. But what kind of broke me, was finding out that even with his own father, he felt like he wasn't the kind of son his dad wanted.
Apparently, he had a complicated relationship with his dad which I believe may have bled into his work.
If you've watched enough of his interviews you'll know that he's had to support his mom and sister at 14-years-old with acting gigs because his father left and passed away when Jay was 21 following a drug overdose. Yet, he still remains so kind. I mean, his upbringing was tough, poor and difficult, yet you can still see him trudging through humbly, not wanting to draw attention to himself as much as he can help it.
In an interview article I read this morning, he explained that he wanted to continue being a good husband, son, brother, friend and I thought that was such a genuine Hiccup thing to say. He shoulders all these responsibilities and have been since he was a kid. Look, I don't know the guy personally, but from the expansive notes and recordings I've looked into, he seems pretty decent and I am such a huge fan.
As I grow older, I understand people on a different level. I accord respect so differently from how I would've years ago. And right now, I think what makes Jay Baruchel interesting is his sheer promise to do better for his family. And I think, in the absence of chiefing, running a village and saving the world, Hiccup is very much the same in that aspect too. A chief protects his own, which seems to be the mantra ringing in my head as I listen to Jay talk about his life.
You guys have no idea how much I know about this dude. I have possibly stalked him silly right now. And am a little embarrass as I admit this. Anyways, all I want is for him to succeed, in his work, life and family.
#HTTYD#DOB#Defenders of Berk#Series Review#How to Train Your Dragon#Breaking Down Hiccup#Dagur the Deranged#captain america#chris evans#happy birthday#jay baruchel#she's out of my league#alice eve#Youtube#hiccup#hiccup haddock#hiccup horrendous haddock iii
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OK so the line of dialogue turned into a kind of rushed almost-900-word fic….
Never forgive, never forget
(1991 Lockdown of Azkaban)
It took a moment to recognise the prisoner hunched by the hurriedly-closed door. It wasn’t until the woman raised her head - sunken eyes glaring from beneath matted dirty red hair - that Freyja realised who it was. Gone was the proud and arrogant Professor Rakepick, here now was merely a vengeful shell of what that woman had once been.
“Well well well…” a ghost of Rakepick’s old sneer flickered across worn features. “If it isn’t the source of all my problems.”
She began circling the room, eyes locked on her former student - no, her former pawn. Here now, wandless - just like her. And best of all, the scales were definitely tipped in her favour. Her skill and speed in wandless magic far exceeded that of Freyja’s. At that, she straightened her posture slightly, in some semblance of her old stance.
Freyja swallowed hard but remained silent, slowly moving around the interrogation room’s perimeter, maintaining the distance between them. Her heart was beating so hard she swore it could be heard across the room.
“Now I know why I’m hiding in here…” Rakepick began, narrowing her eyes in what looked like amusement . “But why are you? I thought you’d be out there getting yourself into another mess you can’t handle…”
Mad-Eye locked me in here. Getting a student killed or even hurt under his watch wouldn’t be great for his career. He’s mad, not stupid.
Rakepick flexed her fingers. “By the way, I never got the chance to thank you for sending me to this hellhole.”
Freyja managed to push past the lump in her throat and finally spoke. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“Oh no?” That old sneer again. “Did you ask the authorities to exercise a little leniency? Let me off with a slap on the wrist?”
“No. I just hoped you’d die in the Sunken Vault.”
Rakepick let out a harsh bark of laughter. “Small mercy that would have been! If I had stayed down there, I would have been swept into Death’s merciful embrace in a matter of days! Days!” She moved a little closer now, her voice dropping to a hiss. “But now, because you had to tell the Professors where you left me, I get to relive my worst memories day after day after week after month, and there’s NO end in sight, you know why?? Because they don’t want you to die here! Oh no! They keep you alive, just strong enough to keep the jailers satisfied! JUST ENOUGH FOOD AND WATER TO MAKE SURE YOU CAN KEEP ON SUPPLYING THOSE FUCKING DEMENTORS WITH ANYTHING RESEMBLING A POSITIVE EMOTION UNTIL YOU’RE DRAINED OF EVERYTHING THAT MAKES YOU A HUMAN BEING!!!”
Freyja was sliding her hand on the wall behind her trying to find the hidden panic panel, trying her best to keep her breathing calm. “Well that makes me feel a little better then. I’d hate to think a traitorous bitch like you got off easy.”
“You should be begging for my forgiveness, you selfish little shit.” Rakepick moved within a few feet of Freyja now, positively snarling at this point. “Whatever wrongs you think I’ve done, I’ve paid for at least a hundred times over. This never-ending sea of torment you’ve doomed me to is more than any human is meant to endure, and damned if you think I’m going to stay here - ”
“Then leave. I’m not stopping you.”
“Oh don’t worry.” Rakepick curled her lip into a mirthless smile. “I fully intend on escaping from this place. And you’re going to help me.”
“You’re even more insane than I thought if you think I’d willingly help you.”
“I wasn’t thinking anything so voluntary.”
Feeling the slightly warmer panel underneath her hand, Freyja pushed down. It didn’t budge. Freyja stubbornly kept her gaze locked onto Rakepick’s crazed, glazed over eyes. The woman was angry and desperate, which made her all the more dangerous. “A hostage? Dementors won’t give a shit about a hostage’s safety if it’s in the way of getting a prisoner back.”
“Actually I was thinking less of a hostage and more… a distraction.”
The panic panel still wasn’t depressing into the wall. Come on, come on! Fuck! Freyja frowned in exertion, hoping it would be mistaken for wondering how Rakepick intended to use her as a distraction. “I don’t get it.”
“Of course you don’t. But I’ll tell you - those soul-suckers out there are starved. They’ve only been able to feed off whatever remnants of humanity are left in this cesspit of human souls, but you - ” Rakepick stared intently at Freyja. “You are fresh from the outside. You’ve still got plenty of good thoughts and memories in that little head of yours. A veritable feast for any Dementor in here. Think of yourself as my own little living Patronus, Miss Young.”
“I’d much rather think of you rotting in here for the rest of your life.” Freyja said through gritted teeth, thinking finally she may be feeling the panic panel start to budge.
“Save your happy thoughts for the Dementors, sweetheart.” Rakepick moved forward , creating an even more uncomfortable closeness. The acrid smell of body odour wafted up Freyja’s nostrils. “You better hope there’s enough to satisfy the Dementors before you’re left with nothing but your own worst memories. And well, if that happens…. at least it’ll make me happy.”
#hogwarts mystery#hphm mc#freyja young#patricia rakepick#ask#drinkyoursoupbitch#worldbuilding wednesday#not quite what the soup fairy asked but uhh you can kinda guess what freyja thinks of reconciliation and forgiveness….
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A/N - Since I found no faceclaim name for Ivy, I’m making an OC called Raye McClaren. Enjoy!
FIRST DAY ON SET
“Today we’re here with the cast of Supernatural.” The reporter, Haley, announced with a smile. “We have Jensen Ackles, who plays Dean Winchester, Jared Padalecki as Sam Winchester and the newest addition, Raye McClaren as Ivonne Rainer. How are you guys feeling having completed season two?”
“Do you want my honest answer?” Raye asked with a smirk.
“Absolutely.”
“Like I wanna leave- just kidding.” She giggled after getting a shoulder punch from Jared. “Exhilarating, cause I went into this not knowing whether the fans would like Ivy or not because, you know, late addition, so on and so forth, but she got an amazing reaction.”
“You really worked for that role.” Jensen grinned, nudging Raye.
“Like she actually worked out.” Jared teased, patting her on the shoulder. “Tell ‘em.”
“So,” Raye chuckled, “I got on set around halfway through the filming of season one, and I’m with Diane, the costume executive, and I meet Kripke, and he takes one look at me and goes ‘well…’ Cause Ivy’s a badass, we’re meant to have a-”
“- badass figure.” Hayley and Raye finished together.
“Exactly. So I’m wonderin’ what’s goin’ on and then Kripke just comes out with ‘ok, you’re gonna give us some muscles before your season two debut.” Raye then made a comical expression, which made Jensen laugh. “He gave me six months. I said ‘No, Eric, give me four’. I was that eager to get lean. Yeah, so I buy every exercise equipment thing and new-fangled object because I need to jack up.”
“We were like- are you sure?” Jared cackled, slapping his knee. “Cause she wasn’t an avid exerciser.”
“Now she’s terrifying; she’s a full blown adrenaline junkie, benching insane amounts and doing pull ups like she’s breathing.” Jensen chuckled, hand on her knee. “But we’re proud of her.”
“She’s our adrenaline junkie.”
“I can imagine.” Haley giggled. “And apparently you weren’t actually about to audition for Supernatural, Raye. What changed your mind?”
Raye giggled, running a hand through her hair. “Well, I was actually going to audition for The Devil Wears Prada, which I realise now that I had no chance for if Anne Hathaway, Meryl Streep and Emily Blunt are in it, but Jensen called me up one day and told me about his TV show Supernatural, which he was on with Jared and they were lookin’ for someone with my description to play a character called Ivonne Rainer.
“I’d known Jensen since I’d been his colleague in Dawson’s Creek in ‘03 as CJ’s eventual girlfriend and best friend Autumn and again his love interest Alyssa in Dark Angel, so I was hyped to be on another set with him. I told my agent, Carly, to book me an audition and I turned up in the wardrobe which I thought Ivy would wear. I felt so nervous, but thank the stars that before every audition I start method acting - I terrified the hell out of Carly - and I was already in the zone.”
“Think about it.” Jared smirked, gesturing and Jensen. “If he wasn’t here, she wouldn’t be.”
“Shut up.”
“It’s true and you know it.”
“I’ve got a big head about it.” Jensen winked.
“You two won’t let me live it down.” Raye shook her head with a soft smile. Jensen patted her knee, then took her hand.
“Raye and I had worked together a lot and our on screen chemistry was insane, so I had to get her on Supernatural. And after Dark Angel, of course she’s fit for Ivy, and I can’t see anyone who’d do a better job.”
“Aw, Jen.”
“You’re great at what you do. Don’t sell yourself short, y’hear?”
“Loud and clear.”
“So, guys, what was your favourite scene to film so far?” Hayley asked, smiling a bit at Jensen and Raye.
“These two have done too much talking, so I’ll start.” Jared grinned. “Uh, I’d say the play fight scene in Tall Tales. That one was particularly memorable because Jensen and I are just rolling around, Raye pushes us both off the bed- it’s just an amazing scene.” Jensen and Raye shared a knowing smirk, which caught Jared’s eye. “Uh, the look on their faces probably means they have a shared answer.”
“I think we do.” Raye smirked, and Jensen nodded.
“Wanna say it together?” He snickered.
“On three. One, two-“
“The sex scene.” They chorused, then giggled.
“It’s cause while Jen and I had kissing scenes before, we’d never had a sex scene.” Raye shrugged, looking over at Jensen. “It tested our calibre as actors in the moment.”
“Eric Kripke’s only instruction was go intense.” Jensen grinned, his hand sliding up to Raye’s mid-thigh. “And we had to stay as in sync as possible cause a lot of things could go wrong, but we managed to get through it.”
“The fans loved it too.”
“Oh, they went mad.”
“See, these two have something brewing in the fan base.” Jared smirked, nudging Raye. “The fans call ‘em Raysen.”
“But, sadly, there’s nothin’.”
“Yet.”
“Shut up.”
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tagged by @nigeltde-fic to art-ify these questions for writers and i would never deny her:
How many works do you have?
if i estimated correctly, i have over 350 posts with at least one drawing each on this tumblr account. which gave me a heart attack tbh, that's so many haha. there's some more my art floating around the internet elsewhere like on the terrebus account.
What fandoms do you draw for?
the main one currently is supernatural, before that it was the terror and before that it was football (the soccer kind) rpf. but i still do all of 'em! there are some others i play with like sherlock holmes, fdtd or mtw.
What are your top 5 drawings by notes?
using a random internet tool to rank posts:
dean/cas phallic angel blade (2492 notes)
sam/dean rebar kiss (1569 notes)
possum!dean (1510 notes)
blanky & tuunbaq dinner date (1492 notes)
dean with tattoos (1475 notes)
conclusion: big destiel still rules tumblr
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
i usually do when it feels like something directed at me, like asks/dms or replies on twitter and tumblr. not so much when it's tags on tumblr or qrts on twitter - those feel more like the other person is talking into the void and not to me directly lol
What is a piece of art you drew with the angstiest ending?
hard to define 'ending' in the context of art - it supposes a sort of narrative structure not every of my drawings has. maybe this one. because, in the words of the rolling stones, you can't always get what you want.
What's the piece of art you drew with the happiest ending?
i guess this defines happy ending but i also had to think of this one, just because i can hallucinate the story that it took for them to get to that cocktail sippin' ending.
Do you get hate on art?
yes, sometimes lol i've had people fighting wars in my twitter replies when i posted cas/jack art. wah wah wah he's his dad. wah wah wah they're brothers. wah wah wah kill yourself. ridiculous and irrelevant. i do still think fondly of some replies i get though, like the one that was in russian and said 'such a talent and only for the sake of lust... sad.'
Do you draw smut?
yeah, but it's one of the things i want to get better at.
Do you draw crossovers? What's the craziest one you've draw?
not really. i want to draw an spn/fdtd crossover but that's not super crazy
Have you ever had art stolen?
reposted without credit, if that counts.
Have you ever collaborated on art before?
yes, having one person do the lineart and one do the colouring. it's a fun exercise to make you consciously realise your own art processes
What's your all-time favorite ship?
wincest is up there, of course. holmes/watson is simply a staple. humboldt/bonpland because mtw shaped me in my adolescence. i don't like to define THEEE favourite though because there's different ships for different flavours and that's great.
What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
does it count as a wip if i haven't even started creating it lmao! if yes - a longer story s4 sam/dean dean/cas piece set to dessa's 551. if that sounds insane, it's because it is.
What are your drawing strengths?
i think depicting connection between two characters and portraying a sense of want/love/doubt even through a distance between them.
What are your drawing weaknesses?
stiff poses and inability to draw without reference. also backgrounds and feet :(
First fandom you drew for?
football rpf. the reason i started drawing regularly at all haha
Favorite art you've drawn?
probably this one. it just... worked out, from idea to product, and it feels smooth and it makes me happy :)
thank u for tagging me, nige!!
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Tired in paradise
Hello all! I've been gone a while but I have returned to answer a question I've been asking myself lately:
I wonder how ancient sighing is?
How many people, unaware of themselves have sighed around someone else and been randomly comforted?
While yawning is a survival tactic to show tiredness, sighing is only to show mental exhaustion, being done with the shift, or the day, or the world. Sighing, and how old it is (beyond the count of years) is indicative of how long empathy has been around.
What other animals participate in sighing?
Is sighing actually rude? Is it a function of the body and cannot be repressed? Is it physiologically important?
And why is it fun?
The lungs filter air. (and whatever else you're breathing (nudge nudge)) That's the well known stuff, good ol' primary school science. But what are your lungs doing while they're posing for fig.1 textbook shots?
So, there are a bunch of tubes in your lungs: Bronchi and Bronchioles. They end in a bunch of terminal bronchioles (that's right, it is terminal.) and those attach to the alveoli, which is the thing that actually does the filtering.
My question before we get into that was: why we have so many tubes when all we really need is the filtering of oxygen? As well as transporting the air to the alveoli, the bronchi and bronchioles control the flow of air into the lungs, and constrict when they sense dust or pollutants in the air!
Super sick of them, thank you bronchi and bronchioles! Just like at closing they work together and make each other's jobs a lot easier.
All mammals sigh, at least I'm 90% sure of that, the aerobic respiratory function and alveoli mean they have to.
Probably. Science is prone to throwing some wild shit out last minute so... Let's actually talk about the function of sighing.
What does sighing do? Why is it necessary? Why can I never spell necessary without auto correct?
It resets the alveoli, our alveoli are prone to collapse from many many different natural sources, and I can never remember whether the 's' or the 'c' comes first.
When you're living, you're breathing, and it's important to keep that breathing rate steady or you could experience irregularity in the lungs, alveoli collapse and eventually, lung failure.
Life is stressful, you can't keep your mind exactly on how much you're breathing all the time when you're trying to make pasta and trying to figure out whether or not sighing is connected more to psychology or science, and most things are both, so what's the split there and which is more important to talk about! Because of all of that you can't blame your alveoli for getting a little confused sometimes.
By taking in a sigh, and releasing it, you filter more air through your alveoli than usual. As they are filled they pop back open, and reset, ready for another multitask, another shift, another day!
"If you don't sigh every five minutes of so, the alveoli will slowly collapse, causing lung failure" That's a quote from Jack Feldman in a UCLA and Stanford newsroom on the function of sighing and it's insane. Insane as in surprising, not calling Feldman crazy.
With that being the imperative rate of sighing, I think it's important to note that you most likely don't sigh too much. Your sighs may be pronounced, loud, theatric even, but if someone says you sigh too much, they probably just think your sighs are annoying, sorry to break it to you this way.
People who sigh a lot may be experiencing stress in high doses causing irregularity in the breathing, or they may have weaker alveoli (genetics/smoking) or have less alveoli (genetics/smoking).
Don't smoke, guys. I know that's obvious but c'mon your alveoli are already trying super hard, it's just the balanced thing to do (quitting as I type (this is my last mid-tumblr cigarette I swear haha)).
Breathing exercises and taking moments out of your day to be aware of your own breath can help massively with the health of your lungs and with 'realisation' sighs. Those are the breaths or sighs you take when you realise you've been holding your breath and you aren't totally sure how long you've been doing it (it's a fear/stress response grabbed straight from the 'there's a mammoth chasing me' times, and can harm your lung health in the long term).
Now, I'm gonna level with you guys. I don't know if reptiles sigh. I know, I know!
While doing research I had difficulty finding a yes or a no, so I'm keeping it up in the air. They have lungs, and alveoli, so it would make sense for them to, but I'm not finding confirmation on that. The composition of their alveoli could be different, less prone to collapse, more prone to resetting through normal breathing.
I think it would be fair to assume they sometimes sigh. Perhaps the rate is different. My friend (who owns two lizards) reckons he's definitely seen them sigh, but that's no confirmation of rate or how much they need to.
Why is sighing fun? It's fun to do!
Sighing like it's a performance, like you're lying on a chaise longue awaiting your wife's return from the grocery store. Exhaling and rolling your eyes in unison, (-Los Campesinos!) sighing at the end of a hard lost or hard won battle (in minecraft). You sigh to a friend before a story, after they tell you something that infuriates you, after reading a book where injustice is highlighted and not completely solved, and to a coworker on a smoke break when you sit down.
Sighing not only resets your lungs physically, but also resets your brain because of it.
As you take in more air, more filtered air and oxygen goes to your body, and therefore your brain. When your brain gets more oxygen, it works better, basically (obviously it's very complicated, but I've been talking for too long to get into that right now).
A sigh helps you process information and helps your lungs relax into a better state of breathing.
Oh my wife will be back soon with milk and cigarettes but boy, do I miss her! Oh wait, a sigh will surely help me work through the pain!
People are unfair and misogynistic to female artists (it's a really good song), let us sigh and roll our eyes together to show how truly disappointed we are.
I broke my sword but at least it's it my enemy! I am exhausted and I shall sigh to show I'm done with the fight.
I must prepare for this story, must alter my reaction, be upset at the world (again), relax into this surprisingly weighty conversation, I must sigh, must change my perspective.
A sigh is like a insanely swift power nap.
So sighing has been around for as long as lungs have, safe to say a while.
I think we should all sigh more. For our health! And to enjoy being dramatic.
Sigh at the people you love today.
Other links I used but not directly quoted are:
Sighing is a life saving reflex - Science alert
Why do we sigh? - Psychology today
Alveolar dynamics during mechanical ventilation in the healthy and injured lung - The national library of science
The human lungs - innerbody
How do reptiles breathe? - Only Zoology
#interesting#writing#science#breathing#lungs#anatomy#moredivertedfromthequestionthanansweredit#i had so many thoughts#i had so much fun#i love writing#i fucking love science#i hope this makes sense
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With it now being December, and my 50k warmup month underway, l've also been thinking about my non-writing related goals for next year - and I'm very excited about them! Especially the first one. It's a habit I fall in and out of depending on a looot of factors, but I'm getting rid of it for good now might as well approach my life like I can't fail. It's more fun.
And as for the fitness one, after mirtazapine fucked my system UP since I was first prescribed it at 21/22, I've lost like? A quarter of my highest recorded body weight? And that'll creep up to a third once I'm done, which I'm insanely proud of because when I started it seemed like an impossible battle - so having the final stretch in sight is insanely motivating, and even beyond a vanity perspective, spending my twenties actually enjoying exercise and getting into fitness has been such a game changer, because it's always fun to realise "oh I never hated exercise when I was a teen, just despised PE class", which like? Honestly? Understandable x
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My own unique spiritual journey... 🦋
The main reason and primary goal for getting into spirituality, quite honestly, was to ascend out of this insane world, but with time, learning and a smack in the face from the Gods, I've come to learn (much to my initial dismay) that the physical world is just as important as the Spiritual.
I, so very much, did not want to learn that we, in the physical realm, gave the magic of creation the space, time, and tools to manifest, to exist. The bridge between what could be and what is. We, the artists, the inventors, the scientists, the architects, the alchemists, help creations come into existence. That, in itself, is irreplaceable. Matter is the instrument through which Spirit expresses itself.
So, because I am not one to deny a truth revealed, my question to myself became:
How do I align myself to my most divine expression?
... Enter the onslaught of discovery and research. I don't, at all, like to follow established systems, rituals, structures, etc when it comes to Spirituality - I do what I feel, and what provides results; so everything very much started from complete scratch.
There were 3 key parts I realised I needed to consider.
Myself. What is true of it?
My expression. How does it manifest?
What is conducive & what is harmful to the truth of myself.
If Earth/the Physical/the Lower Realm is a tool of the force of Creation, it is a tool I need to be able to use. Which means, I :
Need to be in good Health.
Need to have at least a vague idea of who I am, outside of the influence of the outer world.
Need to be able to make manifest the ideas/emotions/instincts/projects that come to me through inspiration.
Remove any physical, emotional, psychological or spiritual blocks, beliefs or definitions that do not serve me on the path to genuine alignment.
This does, by extension means that everything became spiritual to me in a way. Everything was/is a chance for me to be more true to myself - who I wanted to be despite the outer world, despite validation or condemnation.
I got into skincare, exercise, selfcare, painting, fragrances, writing, reading new material, self-improvement/self-actualization, fashion, recently I've been trying to learn more about the culinary arts to find more flavours that speak to me.
From larger forms of expression to the tiny things, it's where I am now. Learning what exists in the physical world that sings to me.
In hightening my connection to my own spiritual energy & life force it helps manifesting what I need on my journey, which is important to me.
Anyways, trying to learn enough about the "lower realm" so I can marry it with the "higher realm", that's where I am now. Its fun, living a healthier lifestyle, finding out what feels more true than others, what creative pursuits I'm learning I'm good at.
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