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marvelmymarvel · 4 years

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Just Kids (Part 10)

Shouta Aizawa x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Synopsis: As the quiet kid, no one expected you to end up as Hizashi Yamada’s best friend. But Shouta Aizawa?? That was right up your alley. High school was hard, especially as upcoming heroes, but maybe the 3 of you would get through it together. But this is no happy ending, this is high school after all.

Song: High School Sweethearts (Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkOHVGNw7EY) For the second part!

Trigger Warning: Smut

A/N: The final chapter!!! HOLY SHIT I DID IT!! Lol, anyway, there is another song called Recess, which I can do an epilogue to... Please let me know :) Gif is NOT mine!

PS: I didn’t mean for the smut to happen, but it just did. Enjoy! It's also long as shit. Smut below the keep reading.

Detention. The word you knew was coming but at the same time dreaded hearing it. Shouta and Hizashi looked at you with wide eyes, neither of them intending for you to get disciplined alongside them. “May I ask why” you pressed shakily, knowing that your parents were going to be upset with you getting detention two times in the past two weeks, this wasn't you.

But the two beside you made you this way.

“You were apart of the fight,” the principal said simply as he put the papers altogether, Hizashi and Shouta lunged to defend you but you shook your head, “I accept the punishment.” Hizashi sent a glare at Shouta, no matter how any of you looked at the situation, it was all his fault.

And he knew it.

Standing, you asked to be dismissed before storming out of the room leaving the two boys alone with the principal. Once the door closed, the principal cleared his throat and looked at the two in front of him. “I know I may seem, out of place here, but I can't help but hear the whispers in my halls... She’s a lovely girl, both of you should see and respect that” both Shouta and Hizashi nodded at the advice as what the principal was saying was true. For the past two years, you’ve been treated in a way that would make any grown man ashamed, and they were starting to see it.

“Why give her detention then if you know it’s because of us?” Hizashi asked, shifting in his seat uncomfortably at the way the principal was glaring at him. The older man cleared his throat before leaning back into the leather seat, contemplating how he could state his next words appropriately.

“I’m trying to show her that she's better off without you two”

Silence filled the air as both boys stared at him blankly, better off without them? The more they sat there, the more they realized it was true, you were, in fact, better off without them. If you had never sat next to Shouta first year, then you two would have never ended up here, and if Hizashi didn’t force you to talk he would have never have broken your heart.

“I’m sorry but I’m going to have to disagree”

Hizashi’s eyes shot to Shouta as he began to argue back with their superior. The principal raised his eyebrows, urging for the brunette to continue with his bold statement. “Sure we may have both messed her up a bit, but look how far she's come! I’m not saying it’s because of us, I’m not saying that at all, but to claim that we ruined her is a fucking insult to her personal growth” both Hizashi’s, as well as the principal's eyes, widened in response, and at that moment, the principal realized he was wrong.

Humming, the older man leaned back into his chair and watched Shouta seethe before him. “Alright,” he leaned towards his desk and grabbed your detention slip, “Take this to her and tell her she's off the hook... I also suggest you make it right because I will not have more fighting in my halls.” Shouta eyed the slip but grabbed it anyway. Nodding at him, he stood and began to walk towards the door. The sound of it slamming shut caused Hizashi to eye the principal quizzically, was that his intent?

“Did you... Want that to happen?” The principal smiled and began to rip up the boy's detention slips. “I was a kid once... Now go get cleaned up.” the principal's calm words brought a little smile to Hizashi’s face, without saying another thing he too was up and out of the office. Who would have known that an authoritative figure could have fixed a broken love triangle?

The sigh you let out bounced around your room as you dropped your book bag near the door. Today was officially the worst day of your entire life, you were certain of it. Moving to the mirror, you took a good long look at your reflection. Who were you now? Did you like the new you? A knock sounded out, causing you to jump in your place. Staring at the wooden door, you scrunched your eyebrows together, curious as to whether or not it was real. Another knock sounded out and you instantly began to move from your spot towards it.

Can we just be honest? These are the requirements

Swinging it open, you were greeted with an out of breath Shouta who was gripping your detention slip. “Oh, it's you” you grumbled out as your arm instinctively began to close the door on him, but his foot was fast and stopped it from closing. “Shouta-”

If you think you can be my one and only true love You must promise to love me

“Listen to me”

You grew silent at the sheer angst in his voice, whatever he had to say was important. Stepping back, you opened the door wider for him to slip in. While it was a sweet gesture, you still had your walls up as protection. You wouldn’t let him fuck you over again, even if you loved him and would follow him to the edge of the Earth.

And damn it, if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart

“I love you, more than anything” Shouta’s eyes were wild as he approached you. Licking your lips, you backed up with him until your back hit the wall. His hands came up and pressed against the wall behind you, caging you in like an animal. And boy oh boy did you love it.

Step one You must accept that I'm a little out my mind

“I may be crazy, but god damnit I’m crazy for you, do you know that?!” his snarl made your heart beat faster, the feeling of his hot breath against your face causing you to move your body closer to his. Your whole body was set ablaze as he pressed back into you with a force that shoved you back into the wall.

Step two This is a waste if you can't walk me down the finish line

”And if you even think that anyone else will be waiting for you at the end of that aisle, you’re wrong” your lips trembled in response, hands running up his chest and arms. You tried to intertwine your fingers, but he simply grabbed your wrists and pinned you down. The moan that came out of you was embarrassing but only egged him on more as he moved to hold both wrists with one hand.

Step three Give me passion, don't make fun of my fashion

”Cat got your tongue kitten?” he purred out, his now free hand coming down and grasping your neck. It was soft but firm, most importantly, it was full of passion. “Shouta” you cried out as he shoved his knee in between your legs. A bolt of lightning rushed through your body at the feeling of his knee pressed against you, hitting you in the spot that would make you weak.

Step four Give me more, give me more, more

“You want more baby girl?” your ear lobe was captured between his teeth as another moan flew from your lips. The feeling of him against you had you seeing stars, but everything he was saying just now made you feel like you were on the moon. Was this real? It was silent in the room with only your moans filling the air as you humped against his leg.

“Use your words kitten”

If you can't handle a heart like mine Don't waste your time with me

”I want you” you cried out as another jolt of electricity ran up your spine. Your head flew back onto the wall, moaning louder at the way he pressed his knee harder into your core. “S-sho!” you cried out as he pulled from your heaving form. You looked beautiful to him in this exact moment, all spread out against the wall and yearning for him.

If you're not down to bleed, no, oh If you can't handle the choking, the biting The loving, the smothering 'Til you can't handle it no more, no more

His hand shot out and gripped your neck just hard enough for you to see stars. Ripping you from the wall he threw you onto the bed before climbing on top of you. He trailed his lips up to your neck, and you arched it in response, urging him to continue his assault on your skin. His other hand slipped down to the hem of your skirt, lifting it a bit so that he could slip his hand where you wanted it most. The instant his fingers brushed your soaked panties you knew it was all over for you.

Go home

He was now home to you.

“You gonna be my girl forever?” you nodded shakily as his fingers moved your panties to the side before rubbing them against your slick folds. Another moan fell from your lips and he quickly captured them in his to silence you. “We can still get caught baby” he cooed out while his finger prodded at your quivering entrance. You nodded up at him, fully submitting to him and quietly confirming that you would be quiet for him. But the second his finger slipped in was the second you broke that promise as a loud moan ripped from your throat. His free hand slammed down over your mouth as he sat up for better leverage.

Can we just be honest? These are the requirements If you think you can be my one and only true love You must promise to love me And damn it, if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart

“Shhh, be a good girl now”

He quickly added another finger and smiled at the moan that came up and vibrated against his palm. Scissoring his fingers, he watched you carefully as he tried to find your spot. Another groan flew from your lips as he hit the spot and a smirk grew on his face at the way your cunt pulsed around his fingers. While his two fingers felt good, Shouta knew what you needed to get off. Climbing down your body with his hand still pressed against your mouth, he pulled out his other hand much to your disapproval. You groaned against him, both from the lack of his fingers and at the sight before you.

High school sweethearts, line up They're trying to waste my time High school sweethearts, shut up If you're not my type

With his eyes still locked with yours, he brought his slick covered fingers up to his lips. Your eyes rolled back as he sucked his long fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you on his tongue. He couldn’t wait to eat you out. Shouta released his fingers with a pop, “You taste so good” he purred as the fingers once more travel down to where you wanted them.

High school sweethearts, line up They're trying to waste my time

Gripping the waistband of your skirt, Shouta yanked it down to your knees. It wasn’t great work, but it would give him enough access to have you screaming. Taking off his binding cloth, he let it fall to the side of the bed, hoping he wouldn’t have to use it on you. Ripping your panties down as well, he quickly connected his lips with your clit, causing you to slam your head back into the pillow. The fingers you wanted so bad once more entered you, but now it was three fingers instead of two. You shook your head in ecstasy as you bucked your hips against his face.

High school sweethearts, shut up If you're not my type

Shouta’s hand left your mouth in order to hold down your wild hips and he was happy to see that your mouth was open in a quiet scream. Adding a fourth finger into the mix, you began to fuck his face harder and harder as the coil began to tighten in your stomach. Your own fingers tangled in his hair, gripping him and holding him down the harder he fucked you with his fingers. All four of them were rubbing against your g-spot and you suddenly felt something you’ve never felt before.

Step five You can't be scared to show me off and hold my hand Step six If you can't put in work, I don't know what you think this fucking is

“S-Shouta somethings h-happening” you cried out, but he didn’t let up and instead fucked and sucked you harder. A deep groan ripped from your chest as the coil snapped and the feeling you had exploded from down below. Cum flew like a stream against his face and he ground you harder against his tongue in order to keep the orgasm going. Shouta pulled his fingers from you but continued licking, cleaning you up as your legs shook beside him.

“What the f-fuck did I just do” you breathed out, chest heaving as you started to come down from your high. Shouta climbed up your body before pressing his lips against yours. You could taste your essence against him, which only confused you more as he pulled away with a shit-eating grin.

“You just squirted against my face, that's what you just did”

Step seven, this one goes to eleven If you cheat, you will die, die

Your face grew red but he quickly reassured you that what just happened was hot and more than okay to do again. His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt before ripping it open, causing buttons to fly everywhere in the room. A gasp flew from your lips at the quick movement and you realized quickly that you two were far from being done.

If you can't handle a heart like mine Don't waste your time with me If you're not down to bleed, no, oh

Sitting upon his knees, Shouta began to strip from his clothes while your fingers traveled back down to your core. Kicking off his pants, he gripped onto your skirt and panties and ripped them off of you, leaving you in nothing but a disheveled bra and broken button up. “I’m gonna make you scream my name every day until we die” he snarled as his hands reached for your bra once more. You expected to help you unhook it, but instead, he ripped it as well.

“YOU OWE ME NEW THINGS” you cried out, but he simply ignored you and threw it away. Shouta straddled your hips and took you in. “Take your shirt off then” his hand began to pump his length lazily as you quickly sat up to take off your disheveled shirt. Feeling ballsy, you placed your hands on the back of his thighs and pulled him up your body. His eyebrows furrowed but the moment your lips touched the head did he realize what was going to happen.

“Sit” you grumbled, trying to sound firm while still obviously being submissive. Smirking down at you, he sat softly against your chest. You locked eyes with him as you guided his dick into your mouth, pushing him down until he hit the back of your throat. “Oh fuck” he growled out into the room. One of his hands gripped the headboard in front of him while the other laced in your hair. You began to bob your head, taking him in deeper and deeper. He tried to hold back, he really did.

But the gag that came from you had him seeing stars.

If you can't handle the choking, the biting The loving, the smothering 'Til you can't handle it no more, no more Go home

He gripped your hair harder and growled out your name as his hips began to fuck your mouth. Tears sprung to your eyes as you gripped his thighs tightly, holding on for dear life. Gagging and wet sounds filled the room, causing Shouta to fuck harder into your wet and eager cavern. “These holes belong to me” his snarl had your eyes rolling back in pleasure as your other hand snuck down in a way to relieve yourself. His hand flew back and slapped it away, “No touching.”

Can we just be honest? These are the requirements If you think you can be my one and only true love You must promise to love me And damn it, if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart

You groaned at his statement but obeyed him nonetheless. “You’re my little whore aren't you? You gonna be my little whore forever?” your head nodded weakly considering he was now fucking your face faster and harder, his own words turned him on more. “F-fuck. You gonna make me cum kitten?? You wanna take all of my cum down your pretty little throat?” You moaned around him, eyes locked with his as you begged him to cum down your throat. “Fuck here it comes!” he growled out as his other hand now laced into your hair, holding you close as he fucked you harder and harder. Shouta’s hips stuttered and a loud groan came along with hot ropes of cum filling your throat.

You gagged around him but tried your best to swallow his seed. Some spilled out of the corners of your mouth as he pulled out. You gasped for breath, a smile wide on your face as slobber and cum dripped down your chin. Shouta brought his finger down and swiped some of the concoction on his finger before bringing it up to his own lips. “That's hot” you growled at the sight of him eating his own cum.

All of it was hot.

High school sweethearts, line up They're trying to waste my time

You tried to sit up, thinking that you two were done, but he shoved you back down while shaking his head. “No, no baby, I’m not done till you’re screaming” rubbing your thighs together, you suddenly became overly aware of how wet and needy you were for him. Crawling back down your body, he reached over to his pants and grabbed his wallet. “What are you doing?” you questioned, but it was soon answered as he pulled a condom out.

“We aren’t pro’s yet, we can't have babies now” he commented with a smirk before ripping open the parcel and rolling it onto his cock. “When did you get condoms?” you teased while he lined himself up to your dripping entrance, he shot you a smirk before easing into you.

“Ever since we had sex two weeks ago... I figured this would happen again”

High school sweethearts, shut up If you're not my type

His lips attached to your neck, sucking softly as you started to stretch around him. He was big, and you knew from the last time that you would definitely have to get used to it. “You’re doing good baby” he cooed as his kisses began to move up and down your neck, he stilled when he bottomed out inside of you, taking note on the way you lost your breath.

High school sweethearts, line up They're trying to waste my time

”Okay, move” you breathed out while clenching around him. He let out a groan as you squeezed around him deliciously, everything felt so good and so right. Pulling out a bit, he let you catch your breath before snapping his hips back into you. The head of his penis slammed into your cervix, causing your toes to curl in response.

High school sweethearts, shut up If you're not my type

Your breath was knocked out of you as he began to roughly fuck you. The sound of the bedsprings bouncing mixed with your moans as your legs wrapped around his waist. “G-god don't stop!” you cried out, fingernails dragging down his back as he fucked into you harder and deeper. Tears began to form in your eyes, causing him to still inside of you. “Did I hurt you-”

Could you hold me through the night? Put your lips all over my mine Salty face when I start cryin'

”Keep going!” your scream had him moving again, turning that scream into a loud moan as you gripped him harder against you. You were so happy he was your first, you weren’t sure if anyone else could make you feel this good, so good in fact that you were crying underneath him.

Could you be my first time? Eat me up like apple pie

“I want to be yours forever” you sputtered out into the air. Your words seemed to mix with the sound of skin slapping skin as well as the headboard banging against the wall, and it only urged him to go harder.

Make me not wanna die Love me rough and let me fly

Your head flew back as a scream ripped from your throat. You were sure you heard your neighbor screaming for you to shut up, but you could care less at the moment. Shouta’s hand gripped the headboard, giving him great leverage to hit the spot he knew would have you seeing stars.

Get me up, yeah, get me high Tie me down, don't leave my side Don't be a waste of my time

Your hands seemed to roam against his body, causing him to growl down at you. Reaching down beside the bed, he grabbed the binding scarf and forced it to wrap around your wrists. A gasp flew from your lips as the binding cloth pulled your hands up above your head and tied around the headboard, securing you in place below him.

“I said no touching”

Can we just be honest? These are the requirements If you think you can be my one and only true love

His growl had you bucking up to meet him, eager to feel all of him till you came. Shouta’s arms came down to rest beside your head, propping himself above you as he pressed his lips hungrily into yours. Your hands fought against the bindings, wanting to feel him as you came around him.

“P-please”

You must promise to love me And damn it, if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart

Your pleading was airy and came out like a chant, begging him to let you touch and feel him. You waited for this, waited for so long. He reached up and grasped the cloth with one hand while the other plunged into your hair. Your hands became free and immediately went straight for his own locks as you pulled him down harder against you. “I love you Y/n... Always have and always will”

High school sweethearts, line up They're trying to waste my time

“I know” your coo sounded so innocent, but the sob at the end of it had his hips stuttering against yours.

High school sweethearts, shut up If you're not my type

“I’m gonna cum again” he growled, deep groans and moans filled the room the more his hips snapped against yours. One of his hands went to your clit, flicking it quickly in order to push you over the edge with him.

High school sweethearts, line up They're trying to waste my time

Your legs rose up into the air, your own moans mixing with his. The room was anything but quiet, the sound of skin slapping against each other went with the sound of the headboard smashing against the wall as well as the springs screaming with each thrust. You began to hear loud banging against the wall, followed by a shut up and you made a mental note to apologize later.

High school sweethearts, shut up If you're not my type

“Cum with me sweetheart” his growl in your ear had your back arching, euphoria washing over you as you moaned out his name. He gripped your hips tightly, fucking you harder and harder as he chased his own release. The way he was screwing you had you seeing stars and soon you squirted against him again. He pulled out of you and ripped off the condom, jacking himself before releasing all over your stomach. He grunted your name, head falling back as the sticky ropes of cum covered your skin.

Bringing your hand up to your stomach, you scooped some of it up and placed it in your mouth, moaning lightly at the salty taste on your tongue. Urged on by your actions, Shouta leaned down and began cleaning his own ejaculation off of your skin. Your fingers ran through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly as he continued to clean you up.

After he had cleaned you all up, he fell beside you on the bed with a huff. His chest rising and falling just like your own. Turning his head, he locked eyes with you. “Will you be my high school sweetheart?” you stuttered out, rolling on your side so you could face him better. Shouta shot you a smirk before grabbing you and pulling you down onto him. His hands racked through your hair sweetly, quietly apologizing for any pain he caused you just now.

“You’re going to be more than just a high school sweetheart... And don't you forget it”

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douxbebearchives · 3 years

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Meet the Author: tied.knots

Hi, tied.knots!

Stories can be found here.

Twitter.

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When did you start writing Olitz? 2018, after the show ended.

Tell us about yourself! What do you want readers to know about you? I'm from the Philippines, the capital which is Manila specifically. I feel like there's not that many scandal and olitz shippers from where I'm from and I haven't interacted with a local scandal fan haha. Greys and HTGWM are very much more popular here so I guess there's that. I'm basically your regular Millenial girl - balancing work, bills, finances, shopping, the pros and cons of single life hahaha. That's it. I live a boring life!

What drew you to Olivia and Fitz? Firstly, a lot is really credited to Kerry and Tony's chemistry. They seriously have the most potent chemistry that I have ever seen when it comes to tv couples and it's very hard to forget combined with their great acting. I feel like they were really born to play Olivia and Fitz. Next would be the very raw, deeply flawed, and realistic portrayal of their epic love story but dysfunctional relationship. Olitz is a very controversial couple. I would even argue that it is Shonda's most controversial couple in Shondaland. When you go outside of the fandom, they are deeply hated to this day and people have a lot of energy (and apparently are willing to spend their time) to criticize them. But all that hatred and negativity towards them shows how very spot on their story was. There's a lot that could have been improved on but the issues that stemmed out of their relationship and their flaws I think resonated with many people which is why a lot hated them. For a ship to get so much hate even years after show ended, it goes to show that a lot really payed attention to them and were moved by their story. ps. you don't get that much attention with olake haha. that pairing appears to be only relevant when it involves fitz/olitz.

What made you want to write about them? I was really hoping that someone would write a long-form post-canon fic about them. I really thought their ending would spark a slew of fanfic! So with its absence and after back-and-forth consultation with my writer friend, Nina, I decided to just go on and write (my very first attempt ever!) what I would want to read. Canon olitz doesn't have a good rep understandably but there's really a lot of room to unpack in it and at the same time get a deeper insight on why Liv and Fitz acted that way during the show. There's still a lot of story to tell because as cheesy as this sounds Liv and Fitz storyline as seen in scandal will never be over.

How would you describe your writing? Angsty, problematic, realistic, raw, hopeful even when it feels not (I hope I do convey these!)

What inspires you to write / create? Olivia and Fitz characterization and their relationship in the show.

Favorite movies, shows, music?

Films - In the mood for love, Fight Club, Parasite, Clueless, Bridget Jones Diary lol. Any films really by Wong Kar Wai, Davin Fincher, and Nancy Meyer

Shows - Sex and the City, The OC, Succession, Skins UK 1st and 2nd Gen

Music - Too many but mainly The Strokes, Daft Punk, The XX, Phoenix, Britney, Kylie Minoque, etc.

How long does it take you to write a chapter? It really varies! The shortest was like 2 weeks-ish and the longest was like 8 or 9 months. Aside from how my life is going, it really highly depends on my mood towards the subject-Olivia and Fitz. Admittedly I'm an on-and-off shipper, sometimes I enjoy them or get in my feels and then there are times that I highly dislike and regret shipping them to the point that I wish they never got back together or argue that Fitz should have been written off the show. Writing for me is very mood based.

Did the show's themes and plots encourage you or discourage you from writing? Encourage.

Writing AU or Canon? Canon.

Reading AU or Canon: Canon.

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A favorite line, scene, or paragraph you’ve written.

"Fitz back then always thought that once he has fulfilled his father’s predetermined life for him at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave that he’ll be back home to this cozy beach town. That was of course before that one fateful day on February in New Hampshire when a tornado stormed into his life that was ornamented by the California sun." (Chapter 3)

To me, it sounds nice when you read it haha Their fight scene in chapter 10. Even before finishing chapter 1, I knew that I was going to write a big fight scene and one that is similar to 509. It's a very very important scene to me.

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Fave Olitz moments? The 'I hate you. I hate you too' phone call, 'I would cross that line again', those small moments when you could see how deeply and conflicted in love Olivia was (eg. watching him and Mellie dance during the first inauguration ball) - Liv is known to be not "accepting" of their love and whether she love him or not was always questioned, but a lot her actions and expressions when you look back showed how deeply she fell in love with him.

Fave Olitz fanfic moments? I forgot the title and the author but there was this one shot back then about Olivia who decided to end her engagement to Jake because she had unresolved feelings for Fitz. This fic took place a year I think after Fitz presidency. So she went all the way to Vermont regardless if it's years since her and Fitz last encounter and how bad their relationship ended - they fought about him going to war for her I think. So yeah she went all the way to Vermont not knowing what to expect and the writer did a good job of piecing them back together.

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Do you like it when readers engage with you via comments / social media? Yes.

Story Reviews: Love them, hate them? BOTH! The reviews reminds of me of the live tweets when the show was on and the energy back then so I like that aspect. I appreciate readers that are grateful to authors and those that show how curious they are with the stories. I hate the intentional and consistent badmouthing to the point of bullying and creating competition among authors which made some quit or removed their stories. The nonstop attacks by some these "guest" reviewers really says a lot about their character. My friend Nina would always say that the writers don't owe themselves to anyone and that is highly true. We do it because we want to write and we make time for it without expecting anything in return really. Don't like it, then don't read it. Read and review the story you want to read then.

What advice would you give to a new Olitz writer? Just write! Don't care if you don't have experience at all or if you're too conscious about how not perfect your grammar is. The olitz fanfic community I think has a consistently growing audience so there will always be readers. Also most importantly, write the story that you want to tell. It is your work and only you will know how to go about it. Don't focus too much on the reviews/criticisms and don't let it solely dictate you on how to write your story.

Outside of your fics, do you have any fave Olitz stories or authors? PurplePineapple, torri.oats, Only You by anonolitz, that one shot I mentioned above.

Do you talk to other Olitz authors? If so, do you like the camaraderie? I've only interacted with like 2 I think hahaha. It's a very supporting and encouraging group! I think we're just excited to read each other's stories which is a nice feeling.

Have you made friends (people you talk to outside of fanfic) because of Olitz / Scandal fanfic? Yes and we've been friends for almost three years! She knows so much of my life honestly compared to my irl friends.

Before you go, anything else you'd like to share? Thank you for always supporting and encouraging olitz authors! You guys have a really good and organized system which is very helpful :))

ps. Beyond Whiskey is an olitz fanfic :))

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Thank you, tied.knots, for allowing us to feature you!

#doux bebe archives #meet the author #tied.knots #olitz fanfic authors

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ctl-yuejie · 5 years

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Short reviews no one asked for 13/? 陈情令 The Untamed

China Tencent 2019

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After a period of violent fights between cultivation sects the world finally finds peace with the death of the feared Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian (Xiao Zhan). 16 years later rumours of his return unsettle the fragile balance once again as mysterious occurrences start to increase. Lan Wangji (Wang Yibo), once a close friend to Wei Wuxian and second young master to a prominent cultivation sect, and the suddenly oddly behaving son of the Mo family, Mo Xuanyu, team up to uncover the truth of past incidents. Based on 魔道祖师 (The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation).

ah...this one turned out to be not so short after all. please excuse the length I had 50 episodes to consider while still feeling emotional about the series

things i wish had been better: while hitting most of my favourite tropes this show sadly also abounds with my pet peeves. the cgi is overall what i expect from the average chinese tv series but they definitely could’ve done better. some of it might have looked better without the bright lightening and glossy filter over the whole series to make it look more gritty and to cover up any shortcomings. some effects were very beautiful but they failed with the most important ones: the dancing goddess, the Xuanwu of Slaughter and the Nightless City. these scenes have to be on point in order not to throw the viewers and keep them emotionally immersed. especially Nightless City was a combination of badly shot fight scenes, cgi and music that didn’t do the scenes importance justice. the wigs are a standard complaint for me in chinese perdiod/wuxia/xianxia drama, especially the side-burns never look right and it bothered me because the overall costumes were great. for a show in which music is so important and instruments can be used as a weapon i was disappointed, but not surprised, by the lack of sync between acted out instrument playing and the music (just get doubles, please!). i also had issues with the sound mixing of the dub and while the overall music was great the orchestral piece for Nightless City didn’t do it for me. this might be caused by my western analysis of music, but it sounded like something akin to russian expressionism and socialist realism (which is so weird I might have to do a proper analysis) which didn’t fit the scene in my opinion. some of the editing and camera choices were questionable, with some shots evoking thoughts of a sit-com while what well choreographed fights there were, suffered from not getting shot properly with no help of the cgi.

things i absolutely adored: everything else!!! I was so afraid of the life action because I adored the novel and not only was I pleasantly surprised, it exceeded my expectations. the casting choices were overall perfect, especially the two main leads are marvelous. the show isn’t an exact adaptation of the novel but all the changes were well thought-out and they managed to keep the original feeling of the novel. they made intelligent cgi choices at times, eg. not showing the paper puppet technique during the yi city arc and instead using cgi that looked both badass and convincing. despite maybe some confusion at the beginning (which is standard for chinese tv series i’ve found) the world-building was great, the landscape shots and some other shots have beautiful cinematography and the pacing was overall really well done. i have to commend the script writing of the show which allows the story to shine to its full potential and had very well written dialogue. each characterization was beautiful and you could feel the amount of work and love that went into it. the voice actors did very well, i fully forgot that it wasn't the actors speaking because they matched so well. the costumes were also a highlight. despite my aforementioned issues, the soundtrack and instrumental bgm is really good with both traditional instruments as well as renditions of themes with classical instruments (some great usage of oboe, cello and bassoon). most importantly: the relationship between Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji was so beautiful it hurt and they really toed the line of getting taken down by censorship and staying truthful to the gay romance. i cannot commend the production team enough for this.

Rating: 8.5/10

Recommendation: Watch it! This series finds itself at the perfect cross section of adventure, mystery, comedy, xianxia and romance & the gay love is palpable

find the series with english subtitles on wetv, youtube and viki

i am super tempted to do a review for each episode because i have so many thoughts on this show but that might become annoying word vomit so for now i leave it at this

#ctlyuejie writes #short reviews no one asked for #reviving this tag :"D #the untamed #cql #long post #not so short after all sorry #it is super hard to write a good synopsis for this series....the ones i found online are either spoilery or missing the mark imo

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syncopatedid · 5 years

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Kazetsuyo Novel Translation: Excerpt from Chapter 6: The Voice of the Soul

(Pages 282 - 288)

At Joji’s suggestion, everyone at Chikusei-so had decided to gather at the Twins’ room two days before the qualifier for a casual drinking session. For these members, drinking was the fastest way to relieve tension and foster team unity.

Since the landlord held the token title of coach, he was invited to join as well. Therein lies the problem, however. The money that the landlord had given to Kiyose to fix the hole awhile ago had instead been passed on to Shindo, who used it to subsidise their expenses for the Hakone Ekiden; all the money they had would still not have been sufficient to cover their transport and accommodation costs.

And so, as the landlord was about to step into the entranceway, Jota had deliberately intercepted his path, flashing the gravure page of a magazine to catch his eye. Distracted by the swimsuit model, the landlord took off his shoes and entered the house without so much as glancing up at the ceiling, following closely behind Jota while he made his way up the stairs. The strategy was a success! Watching from the kitchen, Kakeru and Joji gave each other a silent high five.

Prince had been instructed to sit on the hole, on the orders of Kiyose and Shindo not to move from that spot in the landlord’s presence come hell or high water— not even if an earthquake occurred or if he needed to go for a bathroom break — hiding the evidence while he read his manga.

“The coach will now give a speech!” Kiyose announced, tipsy from the alcohol.

Hugging his bottle, the landlord wobbled to stand on his feet. Seeing him act like a real coach for the first time, Kakeru waited eagerly for him to speak.

“Since the qualifier is approaching… I shall share with you the secret to winning,” the landlord declared in a dignified, husky voice. “The secret is… to alternate between your left foot and your right!”

The room fell dead silent.

Detecting their dismay, the landlord concluded, “Keep at it, and you’ll reach the finish line eventually.”

“That’s it?!” King waved his glass, gesticulating wildly.

“Is this person okay?” Yuki bemoaned.

“Can’t we find ourselves a more decent coach?!” Nico scoffed.

“Ahhhh… there goes my motivation…” Jota whined.

The grumbling noises were escalating. Kakeru quickly diverted the conversation to Kiyose.

“Haiji, from the very beginning, you believed that all the members here had a real shot at Hakone, even though I thought there’s a fifty-fifty chance we wouldn’t make it… why were you so confident about this?”

“Hmm?”

Kiyose looked up from his glass, grinning ear to ear.

“Because you guys can really drink!”

“Huuuuuh?!”

The room stopped complaining about the landlord and turned their attention to Kiyose.

“Long-distance runners tend to have greater tolerance for alcohol due to their high metabolism… and you guys drink like a fish, you know? I’ve been observing you lot alllllllllll this time, so I knew you could do it for sure…”

“I can’t believe you!” Shindo threw his hands up in the air. “If you’re looking for a drunk, there’s plenty of them in this world!”

“You dragged all of us into the mud for THIS reason?!” Yuki was beyond livid.

Kakeru groaned. He had expected Kiyose to say something inspiring to lift the team’s morale, but it went in a completely opposite direction instead.

“You mean to tell me we ended up here because of our drinking habits?! Are you serious?!” Prince was so agitated he almost got up, but saw Shindo staring daggers at him and quickly planted his rear end back down again. “How is this any different from building a house on quicksand?!”

“It’s not jusssst because of that, of course…” Kiyose was slurring in his speech. “I could tell you guys possess the latent talent to shine! I could feel it!”

“You’re drunk, Haiji…” Kakeru sighed.

“Hey, can’t we talk about something a little more light-hearted?” King sprawled on the tatami, lamenting out loud.

“Ah, that reminds me! How are things with you two and Hana-chan?” Musa egged the twins.

“With Hana-chan?”

“Things are well, I guess?” the twins answered innocently.

They don’t get it. These two totally don’t get it at all. The whispers were unanimous.

“So do you two have girlfriends or what?” Nico, who had been chewing on a piece of dried squid earlier, casually raised the question again. “If you do, you should get them to come cheer for us the day after tomorrow!”

Such topics were seldom brought up in Chikusei-so. Given their living space was as cramped as it is, one would tend to be mindful not to pry into another’s private affairs. Besides, even if they didn’t go out of their way to talk about it, if someone among them had a girlfriend, the rest would likely have sensed it somehow.

But then again, the team had been busy training this half a year; so no one has had an inkling as to the status of their teammates’ love life; not that any of them ever brought their girlfriends back to their rooms before—since anything said or done behind thin walls would certainly be heard.

“We’re accepting applications!” the twins replied together.

If you’re “accepting applications”, then for crying out loud please notice the “candidate” that’s right in front of you!, thought Kakeru exasperatedly.

King had gone silent, curling his body into a ball.

“And what about you?” Yuki threw the question back at Nico.

“I don’t have the strength to deal with that kinda thing right now.” Nico mused, scratching the stubble on his jaw.

“As for me,” Shindo hung his head down, “I’ve been running myself ragged with the negotiations between the committee and the university… I think it’s just a matter of time before she breaks up with me.”

“You’re dating someone?”

Kakeru was stunned. He would never have pegged a plain and honest guy like Shindo to be basking in the brilliance of romance.

“Shindo already got himself a girlfriend when he started university,” Musa explained. “I am hopeless though… I can’t even get anyone to come back to my hometown with me…”

Do things really need to move that fast……?!

“Don’t you have a girlfriend, Kakeru?”

Kakeru shook his head at Musa’s question.

“I’m not popular with the ladies.”

“Doesn’t seem that way to me.”

“Um… what about you, Prince?”

Kakeru tried to draw attention away from himself, but Prince’s head remained buried in his manga, not even bothering to look up.

“I’m only interested in 2D girls.”

Even though you were born with an idol's face, what a waste…

Prince gave Kiyose a sideway glance.

“More importantly…. have you heard the rumours about Haiji floating around the Lit department? He may look like this, but he’s actually quite a —— ow!”

With a flick of his fingers, Kiyose sent a peanut flying right between Prince’s eyebrows. Prince let out a tiny yelp and clammed up. No one else was brave enough to probe Kiyose for details after that.

Kiyose gave a thin smile.

“How about you, Yuki?”

“I’ll have you know I’m of good character, plus I’m not too shabby in the looks department either. Far as my future goes, I’ve got this in the bag.” Yuki stated matter-of-factly.

King had retreated even further into his shell.

“Aren’t you boys going to ask about me?”

As the landlord poured himself another cup of shōchū, there came a ringing sound.

(Continued)

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Footnotes

1. I have SO many thoughts about this scene regarding Kakeru and drinking and it got long it became its own post, hahaha.

2. This passage was definitely among my top 10 favourite scenes in the novel because, in a span of seven pages, you could pick up on nearly everyone’s character quirks. Also Me@Kakeru this entire exchange regarding Hana and the twins: SON can you even hear yourself in Chapter 10.

3. Elements from this scene have been split into two separate drinking parties in the anime - one in episode 5 (where Shindo mentioned he’s got a girlfriend and the squad was completely wasted), and the other in episode 15 (where Coach Tazaki made his speech). Yuki also received a call from his mother immediately after this scene and I… hope to get around to that bit sometime… soon. Maybe.

4. Even though some of the Haiji and Ouji moments in the anime are original material, I like how it’s quite canon aligned to their level of familiarity in the novel. Akane seems most privy to Haiji’s conduct outside of Aotake, and in my personal experience, juniors and seniors in university don’t usually mix even if they’re from the same department, so for rumours of Haiji to reach a second year like Akane would imply that Haiji’s name gets around even among the juniors. It’s either that, or Akane’s lurking skills are next level, and he’s able to pick up rumours circulating amongst the seniors and/or he actually hangs out with Haiji (and Haiji’s peers) after class for whatever reason. Well well well…

previous translations in my tag: #Kaze Novel Translations

#Kazetsuyo #Kaze ga tsuyoku fuiteiru #Run with the wind #kaze novel translations #Kaze novel things #Why did this take so long #I will wake up tomorrow and scream at my grammar #But for now I must concuss

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years

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Survey #216

“cocaine in a crucifix, say your prayers, take your licks.”

How much money is in your wallet right now? Not a lot. Maybe like $10. What’s the last thing you purchased from the store? Me myself? No idea. Have you ever seen the movie Mean Girls? If so, did you think it was funny? Yeah, it's a nice movie. What do you usually get on your sub at Subway? Ham, American cheese, bacon, banana peppers, pickles, and Chipotle sauce. I think that's it. Is your bed made right now? Do you usually make your bed, or does someone make it for you? I'm in my bed. I always am. Have you ever had a crush of one of your friends’ brothers/sisters? No. Do you take naps often? I take one most days. Are you an only child? If not, do you get annoyed by your siblings a lot? No, and they don't annoy me, but then again, I live with none of them. What’s your favorite Disney movie? The Lion King. Does it take you a while to fall asleep? Ugh. Too long. Do you watch TV before you go to sleep? No. Do you listen to music every day? It's very rare I don't. If you could have ANYTHING in the world right now, what would it be? To be satisfied with where I am in life. Do you still watch Spongebob Squarepants? No. I don't not enjoy it, you know I just don't watch television. What kind of bottled water do you drink? Mom buys big jugs of some Great Value-esque or whatever brand. Do you collect stuff someone else would consider junk? If so, then what? No. What's the most your electricity bill has ever reached? Idk, I don't pay it. How much was your tax refund this year or did you pay? N/A How are the kids doing? I don't have any. Do you see a bright light at the end of your tunnel? Just being realistic, not deliberately depressing or anything, I don't know. I could have a very dull and unsuccessful life or a thriving and happy one. What's the most you’ve ever lost gambling? Don't gamble. Have you ever waited in line overnight for something? No. How many concerts have you attended? One. Do you think having an expensive phone is a good investment? To a certain high price, no. So long you can call and text easily and reliably, I don't find it necessary to buy a $500 or whatever phone. Any tattoos? How many do you need or want to cover up? I have six. I'm getting my "ohana" one covered at some point, and I'm going to have "perfectly flawed" tatted over as well; I just want to move it elsewhere, considering I want something else where it already is. How many funerals have you attended? One or two. Have you lost anyone your age to death? No one that I was especially close to, thankfully. Have you ever witnessed a birth in person? Not a human one, thank Christ. I've seen cats give birth many times, and maybe other animals, but I'm not sure. What gender do you identify with? Female. What’s your opinion on astrology? It's total, ridiculous bullshit. Are you more of a science or math person? I'm clueless in math, while science makes sense to me and is far more interesting. What religion/spirituality do you identify with, if any? Theism. I think something made the universe, but I don't pretend to know jackshit about him/her/them/it. What is your opinion on peanut butter & banana sandwiches? I like them every now and again. What is your favorite book that was turned into a movie? The Outsiders, probably. Do you like the movie or the book better? This was so long ago that I honestly don't remember either well... so I really dunno. If you identify as a girl, would you ever consider getting a pixie cut? Yeah. If you identify as a boy, would you ever consider growing your hair out? N/A Are you a metalhead? I guess I mostly fit the definition, but I don't like labeling myself as such considering honestly, the metalhead community tends to have such a "that's not heavy enough" attitude and ridicule anything less than their interests and treat those that like softer metal as outcasts and/or posers. Not even trying to stereotype; befriend or observe people in this category and you'll see what I mean. Do you even listen to metal? Hell yes. Do you watch porn? No. If you don’t, do you have a moral reasoning behind that decision? I just find it... very strange. I don't see the appeal of watching. That's just something I want between me and my partner, you know? Like if you watch it, good for you, so long your s/o (if applicable) is aware and fine with it, but it ain't for me. Do you know anybody who is a Wiccan or Pagan? Yesssss, she's cool as fuck. I need to reconnect with her more. Do/did you ever attend church regularly? I did as a kid. Do you have a godmother/godfather/both? I have no clue. Do you listen to Supertramp? I have no clue who that is. Do you watch Supernatural? Not anymore. I think I stopped at the end of Season 6. What’s your favorite character in your favorite TV show? That '70s Show, probably Hyde. I love and relate to Eric, though. Honestly I love every single character; they're very unique to each other and recognizable with strong personalities. Both Fullmetal Alchemist iterations, most likely Edward. Or possibly one of the Sins, but I don't remember them all well... Oh. I know I loved Envy, for one. Are you wearing any rings right now? Yeah, my Supernatural friendship ring w/ Sara. Calling each other "bitch"/"jerk" between Sam and Dean is a thing in the show, so I have one that says "bitch" on the interior, and Sara has "jerk." Bracelets? Yes, also the one Sara gave me. Necklaces? No. Anklets? No. Chokers/collars? No. Do you go to a firework show every 4th of July? No. Are you diabetic? No. I'm forever proud of that considering it runs heavily in my family, yet even at my worst weight, I didn't develop it. But more importantly, a recent blood test I had for my thyroid or something showed I don't have any indicators of even coming close/being at any risk at this point in time. Are you allergic to gluten? No. Are you lactose intolerant? No. What is your favorite fruit? Strawberries, yum. Your favorite vegetable? Broccoli. Do you live with your parents? I live with my mom. Have you written a formal essay lately? Not in years. How much experience do you have written down on your resume, approximately? I don't have a resume currently, but if I did, it'd only have two months as a sales associate as my other two jobs were so short-lived it'd be stupid to add, especially when you consider the obvious fact that would make me look awful. How long have you had the shirt you’re wearing? A year. What happened last time you got drunk? N/A When’s the last time you straightened your hair? I have zero clue. Do you bite your toe nails? Wtf no. Last time you laughed your head off? Idr. Do you find piercings attractive? Yeah. Did you accept or reject your last friend request? I rejected it. Had no clue who it was, even though we had quite a handful of mutuals. How many cigarettes have you smoked today? N/A Do you have a hard time admitting you’re wrong? It depends on what the subject of the matter is. Do you like potato chips? Is there a human that doesn't???? Do you give out second chances way too easily? Yes. Ever stayed up all night on the phone? Not all night, no. There was one night Jason and I were up a long time talking, but it wasn't all night. What are you excited for? SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have you ever shoplifted? No. If you have shoplifted, are you afraid of getting in trouble? And are you afraid to go back in that store? N/A Have you ever gotten caught shoplifting? If yes, what happened? N/A Have you ever plotted revenge against someone? No. Are you mad at someone right now? Nah. Have you ever egged someone’s house? Fuck no, because I'm not a dick. If not, have you ever WANTED to egg someone’s house? No. Have you ever wanted to kill someone? I was fucking psychotic when I found out Jason was in a new relationship after we broke up. For a long time I wanted her dead. Are you glad you don’t own a gun, because of what you might do with it? Quite honestly, yes. I'm impulsive on bad days, and I don't entirely cross out the possibility of me shooting myself on an awful day. Do you avoid people when they’ve hurt you? Yes. Do you make the most of every opportunity? No. Are you honestly succeeding at life, or failing? Failing miserably at most things. What does your newest journal look like? I don't remember the last time I got a journal. Is there anything you currently want but can’t have? A lot of things. Do you have no one you can trust? No, thankfully. Do you like meatball subs? No, they're so messy. Are you severely sleep deprived? No. What music are you listening to? "LA Devotee" by P!ATD just came on. If you go to school (HS or college), does your school have a rival? N/A What’s your school’s mascot? N/A If you have a sib, do you call him/her “brother” or “sister” sometimes? No. Do you own a Wii? If not, do you want one? Yes. Are there any songs you could just listen to over and over and over? No. I get tired of a song after around 100 repeats. No, I'm not kidding. Before you could loop YT vids (or anyway, before I was aware), I used a website that repeated the video for you and kept track of the repeats. Do you have a favorite basketball team (NBA or college?) No. Have you been baptized in any religious tradition? Yes. If your best male friend got a mohawk, would he look good or ridiculous? Save Him. What did you have for breakfast? A PopTart. What kind of booze did you last take shots of? I've never taken a shot. Have you slept over at a member of the opposite sex’s house in their bed? Yeah, but we were dating. Who last slept in your bed besides you? Sara. If the last person you had sex with asked you to date them, would you? No. What color is your car? (Or the one you drive most often) White. How long have you been single? (Or dating your current interest) Sara and I have been together a year and ten months. Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you that you were sexy? Yeah. Do you own any books written by musicians? Yeah, Ozzy's autobiography. What is your most interesting invention? Probably some RP characters. Have you ever seen someone sleepwalk? Once. Have you ever thought about getting your tongue pierced? It is pierced. When you’re bored in class, what do you usually do? N/A yet. Do you like your phone? NO. Honestly, are things going the way you planned? Bitch hell no. Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? The woman who adopted Kaiju. I miss him, damn. Have you ever snuggled with someone you weren’t dating? No. Do you know a James? I knew one years ago. If you had to choose to have a different accent than the one you have now, what accent would you choose and why? British. It sounds sophisticated and just generally attractive to me. Have you ever or do you currently live in a Gated Community? I don't and never have. Do you know how to use a DSLR camera? Yeah. Have you ever owned an Axolotl? No, but they cute. What has been the longest amount of time you’ve spent on a plane? I actually don't know. Probably just around two hours. How often do you use Snapchat? I don't have one/never had. Have you ever adopted an animal from an animal shelter? Yes. Where do you usually find surveys from? Tumblr, and if I'm desperate, LiveJournal. Have you ever missed a flight? Yep. The airport biz took WAY longer than any of us expected. What is your favorite film from your childhood? The Lion King. I think it's always been my fave, honestly, I just never really thought about JUST HOW MUCH I love the film and its story since I was a kid. Do you know anyone who is named after a state? Uhhh I know at least one Caroline, and that's close enough? Jason's mom's name is a state, too. What was the reason for your previous doctor’s visit? I was getting a full blood panel done to check my thyroid. Have you ever been to an outdoor cinema? No. Well, my elementary school and church used to do these "movies on the lawn" type things where they used a huge projector to play a movie outside around late evening, but I don't know if that counts. Have you ever had a “bad trip”? If yes, what happened? N/A How often do you use Instagram? I usually check it once a day or two to follow certain celebs' stories 'n shit. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? If so, do you still smoke? No. Adam Sandler or Jim Carrey? Jim. Do you enjoy learning about conspiracy theories? If so, what is your favorite? Y'all know I love me some conspiracies. My favorite - as in most interesting, not that I seriously believe in it - is the one that our current reality is just a simulation from a "future" civilization for study or just play purposes. It's interesting to think about with alarming evidence. Elon Musk 100% believing in it puts more "hey this might actually be worth considering" into it, but I think I lean more towards it being false. It's not something I think about much though as I have THE most Detroit: Become Human mindset about it ever, lmao. It just doesn't matter to me. Wow, what a ramble. Do you find hand tattoos attractive on your preferred sex? I find tattoos (usually) attractive in general, so like- What is your favorite Netflix original series? I have no clue what's Netflix-exclusive. I don't watch it. Have you ever owned a Tamagotchi? Yep, or at least something similar to it. My sister especially loved those little things. Do you have a favorite “survey blog” on Tumblr? If so, who? Dunno if tagging random people in surveys is annoying, so I'll break the link, but @/thedarkeststarsurveys seems super cool and nice. Would you rather be able to control fire or water? Probably fire for self-defense purposes, and I just like fire. Water seems... overall pretty useless to control, unless you can like, manifest it. Then you could solve a world of problems. Have you ever used your phone in class or at work without anyone knowing? Actually no. Have you ever been to Canada? No. What is your favorite condiment to put on fries? Ketchup. Do any famous people follow you on Twitter or Instagram? Definitely not to my knowledge, but I highly doubt it. Do you usually take the stairs or the elevator? Elevator. Even though I'm scared of them. Stairs and my horrible knees don't mix. What salads do you usually get on your Subway order? None. Have you ever made your own cocktails at home? Not myself. My old friend did. Have you seen all the Star Wars films? I watched the first three disinterestedly with Girt once, and neither of us liked them. I didn't get the appeal at all. Do you own any shirts with funny words or pictures on them? Yeah. Are your eyes the same color they were when you were a baby? They were more blue. Do you take the pickle off your burgers? No. Who do you share your bathroom with? Anyone else in the house. What color is your bed frame? Brown. Have you ever kissed someone you met that day? No. Do you share a bed with anyone? No. Well, excluding Roman and sometimes Teddy. Name all the people you know that you’ve seen today. My mom. When a car cuts you off, is the driver a jerk or is there an explanation? "Most of the time the driver is a jerk." <<< Yep. What are your thoughts on cosmetic surgery? You do you, boo. Has a man/woman ever broke your heart? If so, have you recovered? Yes, and yes as well as a PTSD victim can; your brain is literally changed after trauma, and considering I still have dreams/nightmares about him very regularly and he suddenly crosses my mind literally every single day despite never wanting to think about him, I don't think you could consider me totally recovered. Name a few things that make you really happy. Really happy? Being with Sara, Mark doing so much as blinking, long car rides with my music blaring way too loud, finding a new song and binging it for hours, a mount dropping in WoW goddamn y'all I have over 300, being complimented on my photography (or like... anything), my niece and/or nephew saying they love me or anything along those lines without being prompted (ex. when leaving, that kinda stuff), going to Olive Garden 'cuz breadsticks and spicy shrimp fritas lol, finishing a drawing and actually liking the result, getting Venus out and she acts like a cuddlebug the whole time, uh... other stuff that isn't coming to me. What’s your favorite type of sushi? Never tried it, don't want to. Have you ever read a book about a character in a psych ward? I don't think so. Have you ever been in a mental hospital as a patient? Too many times fuck but those days done fam. Do you take birth control pills? Currently for taming the pain and symptoms of my cycle, but it's hopefully changing to a longer, better solution soon to just totally eliminate it to remove its effects on my mood entirely for mental health tracking purposes. When’s the last time you got a new outfit? I don't buy full outfits. Do you have an imaginary best friend? (i.e., someone you wish was your best friend but currently isn’t) No. Do you like soy sauce? NO. Do you have a good doctor? I haven't had her long, but she's nice and seems knowledgeable. What’s your favorite store to browse around? Whew, Hot Topic my friends. Do you ever meditate on Scripture? No. Do you like poetry? Yeah. What’s the name of the most recent baby a friend had? Dawson. Do you have expensive tastes? Definitely not. What is your dream job? Meerkat biologist or paleontologist. What is your favorite music style currently? I've been digging power metal a lot lately. I like, live off of Powerwolf. I've been wanting to find more symphonic metal I enjoy, too... Are you wearing comfortable clothes right now? Yeah. Is there a bad habit you’re trying to break right now? Yeah, rather just keep it quiet. Is it easy to find a job in your preferred field in your home town? Fuck. No. When is the last time you went to a fun fair? ~August 2015. I remember it because it happened pretty shortly before the breakup. How about an amusement park? I have zero clue. Probably not since I went to Disney World as a child. Ladies: Would you ever consider proposing? If not, why not? If I'm with a woman, yes. I don't really have a proper reason why I wouldn't if I was with a man... I have NO problem with women proposing to men, I just think I'd personally feel weird. Oh, that makes sense; the fact of how I am with men - scared and doubtful - probably says a good deal. I'd want to see "oh wow he actually wants to be with me so much he's asking himself." Gentlemen: How would you feel, if you were proposed to? N/A Have you ever played the original Mass Effect trilogy? No. If so, which Shepard and who do you like romancing the best? N/A Let’s say there’s a person in need. They need money which they can’t make. Would you be more likely to help them out, if a celebrity asked you to? "Tbh right now I’m not really in a position to help anyone out financially. But hypothetically if I had the money to do so, some celebrity’s opinion wouldn’t matter." <<< This. When you go to a restaurant, do you have a go-to dish? Pretty much always. I don't tend to try new foods. Or do you always try out something new? ^ No. Would you rather live next to a kindergarten or an old folks’ home? Holy fuck, the latter. Living next to a school, esp. elementary, might even be a deal-breaker as far as buying a house goes. I'm not dealing with the noise and traffic. What was the last game that you played? I'm "playing" World of Warcraft currently, waiting for a stupid dinosaur to spawn to be denied a mount again. :^) What do you know about Finland? Nothing. Where was the postcard from that traveled the longest way to you? I don't think I've ever gotten a postcard. Have you ever made jewelry? Besides like those bead, "friendship," and plastic bracelets that were popular in the early 2000s, no. Which app do you use the most on your phone? Uhhhh I think Facebook? I don't use apps much. Did you learn to play an instrument as a kid? If so, which one? Recorders in elementary school and then flute in middle school-junior year in high school. What is the best part of your most ordinary day? Mark uploading cries. What’s your dad’s hair color? It's almost entirely gray now, but it's naturally black. Who was the last person you heard sing? Myself, I think. Surprisingly. Do you bite your lips a lot? My bottom one, occasionally. Have you ever dated someone with tattoos? For less than a day. Did you donate to Haiti? No. I've never had a source of stable income. Are your parents rich? BITCH- What’s your mom’s job? She's a pharmacy tech. Have you ever thrown up in public? Yes. In the middle of my 1st grade class lmaaaoooo. Have you ever failed gym in school? No. Are you scared of dogs? Nope. What reality show would you like to be in? None. What TV show makes you laugh? Most consistently, That '70s Show. Doesn't matter that I've seen I think every episode multiple times, I still laugh so easily at it. Family Feud gets me good too, if it's Steve Harvey hosting it. Have you ever heard of Joe Purdy? If so, do you like his music? Never heard of 'im. What is the saddest movie you’ve ever seen? Probably Johnny Got His Gun. Would you ever wear real fur? Fuck no. Who do you envy and why? Successful people. Because I'm the polar opposite. What color is the house you live in? Khaki. Which one of your friends is most likely to be famous one day? Why? Probablyyyy... Shannen. She is phenomenal at photography and already employed in NY with a fashion company for it. I am unbelievably envious of her, too, but also very happy. She deserves it. Do you have a favorite cousin? No. I rarely ever see my cousins, and if I do, it's usually just two. What is the worst present you have ever gotten? I've never gotten a "bad" gift. I appreciate the thought behind anything. Like I've gotten things entirely unrelated to me, but I still appreciate them. Who was it from? N/A Who is your favorite author? Don't have one. Do you shave your arms? No.

#survey #quiz #questions #random #bored

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prettyyoungtragedy · 5 years

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Writing meme

Thanks to the amazing talented @bitsandbobsandstuff for tagging me!

Q: What is your coffee order?

Black with simple syrup for when I feel dead, otherwise Americano, two shots of hot milk and one sugar.

Q: What is the coolest thing you’ve ever done?

Survived cancer (once)

Swam with whales in the Atlantic

Hiked the Arctic Tundra

Had dinner with Olympic gold medalist Caster Semenya

Had one of my fanfics picked up by Penguin Random House to be published into a novel.

Q: Who has been your biggest mentor?

Career wise? My mother, she’s a trauma surgeon, works 18 hour days and has 5 kids, in my eyes, she’s God.

For writing? Stephen King even though he doesn’t mentor me lol.

Q: What has been your most memorable writing project?

It’s a toss up between It’s all fun and games, until you catch feelings and Tear in my heart. It’s all fun and games it what really put me on the map as a tumblr writer and Tear in my heart is the story that got picked up to be made into a novel. Both of them are my heart and soul because I poured so much of myself into every chapter.

Q: What does your writing path look like, from the earliest days until now?

I started writing in middle school, most of the time it was my English teacher named Sasha (who till today I credit my creativity too because she helped me so much) who encouraged me to take up creative writing to help me speak better English, as it’s not my first language.

I would write short stories on anything and everything (Mostly Jonas Brother fanficion lmao) and that became Goosebumps fanficiton etc.

I stopped writing for a while even though in high-school I tried to outline a novel a few times but failed at doing so because I had other things like boyfriends at getting engaged at 18 on my mind lol.

I only got into Marvel Fanfiction I think in 2016, I dabbled in reading a few chapters of this and that, mainly Steve Rogers and when I was finally comfortable with it, I posted my first sorta canonically correct fic titled Nothing like home. which is just hot garbage lol

But over time I guess I got better.

Q: What is your favorite part about writing?

Getting feedback from my Beta.

Q: What does a typical day look like for you?

Wake up at 5AM, go to the gym work out for 45 minutes and convince myself I am getting skinny,

Eat breakfast and tell myself I’m fat,

Go to my boring finance job where I get yelled at and cry behind my desk twice a day, work work, work,

Some day’s treatment where I convince myself my hair isn’t thinning and I look fabulous, this never works.

Then lunch, drink a healthy smoothie,

Work again, see clients, move money around, pretend I am Billionaire Tony Stark and I am so cool (jk im not),

See my therapist, talk about how I don’t want to kill myself just bc I’m sick.

Go home, make dinner, annoy my roommate, sit down and write for a few hours, publish some average fanfiction and hope people like it.

Go to sleep and repeat this hum-drum process again for another 40 years.

Q: What does your writing process look like?

I have the following steps when I write:

Get an idea, jot it down. write out the ending or the outline for the ending. So I have a vision of where I am going with this.

Bounce these ideas around with my beta and make a moodboard, those always help me figure out my plot.

Figure out who my characters are going to be eg. Happy Steve? Sad Steve? Angsty? Fluffy? My inspiration depends a LOT on where the idea comes from.

Once i have my characters, I write down who dies, who lives, who ends up sad, happy, what changes their characters will go through and most importantly, how am I getting to the ending I see in sigh.

I write and write and write then bug my beta to make sure the idea is fine, no plot holes etc and I take it from there. Usually the editing process deletes half of the fic but yeah.

And that’s my process haha. it’s hot garbage.

Q: What’s the best advice you’ve gotten?

"You might as well say fuck it and do it anyway because if you die, you die” - My mother

Q: What’s the biggest lesson you’ve learned?

It doesn’t hurt to be kind to someone, even if they are shitty to you. One nice word to a stranger can change anyone’s life, your’s included.

Q: What advice would you give someone who wants to start writing?

Don’t stress it too much, don’t over think what you are writing. Just put your idea onto that document/paper. If you feel like it’s not good enough let someone else be the judge of that, hence the idea of a beta.

If you don’t get feedback immediately, don’t be discouraged. it doesn’t mean your work isn’t good enough it just means you haven’t found your audience.

Lastly, If you want to start writing, three things to remember. 1. Don’t get into your own head and discourage yourself. 2. Every idea is great, you just have to find your audience. 3. Creativity starts with an idea.

Tagging: @sgtjbuccky @jaamesbbarnes @tropicalcap @all1e23 @moonbeambucky @notimetoblog @teamcap4bucky @buckyofthemyscira @lokissoul @kentuckybarnes @suz-123

#Personal #Writing meme #about me

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blurhawaii · 4 years

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Yuletide 2019

dear yuletide writer,

hello and happy yuletide! this is my fifth year taking part and my longest letter yet so i’m just going to jump right in. the suggestions are guidelines. if you’ve got a great idea, go for it. i only ask that you steer clear of my dislikes.

feel free to go through my tumblr for each of these fandoms. i should have tags for them, tho your mileage may vary. i might even have more stuff on my side blog: here. likes:

dysfunctional relationships eg. codependency, messed up father/son dynamics, enemies to lovers, power imbalances.

found family

big loyalty kink. love it when trust is earned and kept.

praise kink

vulnerability in men

open and honest communication between partners

i love ot3s. it’s the journey of them getting together and making it work that interests me the most. or how an established pair goes about bringing in a third person.

stories set in canon. or a divergence of canon.

dark/bleak fics. don’t be afraid to drag characters through the mud. happy endings are welcome but i like the struggle.

i’m fine with anything from gen to porn but would be happiest with something in the middle. i love first times.

canon typical violence is fine and to be expected from some of my choices of fandoms.

detective stories/film noir

magical realism/cosmic horror. weird hints of it in an otherwise normal universe

redemption arcs

characters and relationships are more important than plot for me

dislikes:

AUs that are completely disconnected from canon e.g. coffee shop AUs.

established relationships

crossovers

genderbending

feminisation of male characters

fics that are entirely fluff

A/B/O fics

PWP

mpreg

scat/watersports

first person fics (i have no problem with second person fics tho if you think that could work. they really wow me when done well.)

The Departed (2006) *Billy Costigan *Sean Dignam

one of my favourite films ever. i request it every year so you can't really go wrong with this as i am thirsty for anything. most of my love is for dignam and his tough love attitude towards his job and the undercovers he's responsible for. it's obvious he cares, i don't think you could do a job like that and not care, but those rare and few moments when he softens around billy --we need you, pal-- that's what i would like to see more of. i have written a couple of departed fics myself, centred around costigan/dignam, but in all honesty, i would be happy with anything involving them both. shipping is preferred but whatever you are comfortable with is fine. due to the nature of the film, i am perfectly comfortable with violence and the screwed up relationship they are bound to have. the friction born of the situation vs the fact that they need each other to get through this is what i am all about.

codependency, power imbalances and enemies to lovers tropes are abound here.

fics where billy lives are my usual go-to. the survivability of being shot in the head, that kind of stuff can be hand waved away in fic, and i'd love something that explores the angst of billy's ‘where the hell were you when i needed you’ reaction towards dignam following that ending.

or a canon divergence fic with their totally antagonistic relationship being front and centre. i just ask that there be an underlying level of affection, no matter how buried. when billy is undercover, there’s a special kind of relationship that comes with dignam and queenan being the only people he can talk to.

something i’ve never seen for this but would actually love: a time loop/groundhog day fic

Jurassic Park Original Trilogy (Movies)

*Sarah Harding *Ian Malcolm *Nick Van Owen

i originally wasn’t going to ask for this again this year (i was lucky enough to get treated with a fic a couple of years ago) but then someone other than myself nominated nick van owen which surprised and delighted me and i figured why the hell not.

my passion here is the ot3 potential. i view these three in the same way i view the trio in the first film, meaning i see them as three people who have bonded over a traumatic experience and come out of it forever linked in some way. they spend the entire film looking out for each other and keeping each other safe, and they all separately take care of ian’s daughter at one point and i am fascinated by this and how that could continue in the future. (in fact, i love stories where adults treat kids like adults, not talking down to them–see any shane black film.) i’m looking for an actual relationship between them but would be happy with anything that showcased a connection with every side of this triangle.

anything post-film with them dealing or not dealing with what happened would be amazing. there are quite a few fics based around this idea for the first film’s trio, i’d love to see something like that for these three. (i’ve always been kind of bitter about the way nick just disappears for the last act but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ that’s what fics are for, i guess.)

i don’t like the jurassic world films but i’m fine with fics that take that future into account. a lot of the trauma for these characters comes from the idea that the parks still exist and continue to fuck people up.

Godless (TV 2017)

*Roy Goode *Bill McNue *Alice Fletcher

i’m a massive fan of westerns. the harsh way of life, the violence, the isolation, drawn out revenge plots, the murkiness of good vs evil or sheriff vs anti-hero, the importance of honour and heroism and how that differs for men and women, especially in this universe with its town full of widows. having said all that, i’m still very much a sucker for cool cowboys in a shallow female way.

as you’ve probably already gathered my favourite thing is turning every love triangle into an ot3. so i’d love a fic post canon where roy comes back after realising found family is just as important as real family despite frank’s influence. i imagine bill would try to do the gentlemanly/self depreciating thing of bowing out and letting roy and alice be together but i’d love for alice to actually get a say in this where she wasn’t allowed in the show. however you jigsaw them together my main thing is that bill doesn’t get left out.

i feel the roy/bill aspect in particular could be explored a lot more. i love that they don’t hate each on sight. they learn mutual respect and then smoothly move around each other during the gunfight at the end. (bill’s deteriorating eyesight side plot also fascinates me, how it goes with his loss of purpose -”losing his shadow”- and comes back when teaming up with roy to defend the town. maybe there’s a fic possibility where it flares up again due to his insecurity of roy coming between him and alice. either way, the hints of magical realism here and with frank’s repeated insistence that he’s seen his death and this ain’t it are great and i wouldn’t mind seeing more of that.)

the usual ideas of western masculinity get all twisted around when roy and bill are in the presence of alice and they both seem kind of subby towards her, which yes please. the way alice kisses the scar she gave roy and the fact that he simply lets her is *chef kiss* because i also love the parallel that bill got shot in the hip trying to get revenge for alice. they all have scars that tie them together.

i’m actually very okay with letting them be soft with each other after all of their tragedy.

honest communication between partners could work wonders here.

Barry (TV 2018)

*Barry Berkman *Monroe Fuches

i expected to like this show. dark comedy, depressed hitman, henry winkler, it’s a perfect combination of things. i didn’t expect to get obsessed with barry’s obvious fucked up father-figure hangups. but hey ho, i was pleasantly surprised.

pretty much every one of barry’s relationships in this show has an element of fucked-upness but the barry/fuches one is by far the worst. it’s codependent, it’s manipulative, it’s a little abusive, the power is constantly flip-flopping and most importantly there’s the father/son dynamic that could so easily tip over into something sexual. it’s everything i love. any time fuches calls barry “his boy” it kills me. and i am fascinated by the way barry can go from needy and touch starved to a rampaging killer hunting fuches down by the end and still have that dynamic going strong.

the parallels between them and the barry/gene cousineau relationship, which is fucked up too just in a very different way, are great. love the jealousy it brings and i would even be into a fic set post the season 2 ending, if you could find a way to swing that. though, while i like a little darkness, i would still rather see them fall back into old unhealthy habits than kill each other.

any kind of prequel fic would be amazing too.

and just to be clear i’m more than okay with a sexual relationship between these two but if you don’t want to write it that’s fine. I’d just like all the other aspects of their shitty relationship delved into.

L.A. Confidential (1997)

*Bud White *Ed Exley

pretty much all of my bullet pointed likes come into play here. i’ve nominated two characters but i’d be happy with almost any combination of the characters available in the tagset as long as exley is involved in some way.

ships i like: bud/exley, exley/vincennes, bud/exley/lynn

but if we matched purely on both bud and exley then:

i love the opposites attract partnership bud and exley have and i like that they both seem angry at their attraction to each other. hate-sex with reluctant feelings? always good. i'd love anything that deals with their perceived difference in intellect and/or education. bud being turned-on by exley's smarts, exley realizing how much he's underestimated bud, them being mutually impressed by each other.

if you choose to go down the ot3 route then:

i love fics where exley shows up in arizona and they fall into weird domesticity. i love seeing how three people--especially three people who aren't used to the idea of poly relationships--work their way towards realizing and accepting what they want.

and while i’m not sure what you could do with this knowledge, i’d just like to add that i’ve read the book and i’m somewhat obsessed with the existence of dream-a-dreamland in general. if you could incorporate that in any way i’d be hugely impressed.

POKEMON Detective Pikachu (2019)

*Harry Goodman *Hide Yoshida

this is totally a last minute request that i’ve edited in but is by no means less wanted than the others. i watched this film back when it came out and was honestly surprised by how much i enjoyed it. i’m a massive pokemon fan and have been since i got my pokemon red when i was seven years old and, let me tell you, getting to see all those growlithes waddling about the real world was like a childhood dream come true.

i had a good time and i moved on.

a few days ago i stumbled on a piece of art : here : and it was like the little goblin that is my brain just sat up straight. the very concept of these characters together had never crossed my mind before that but then suddenly the desire for this just casually strolled through my entire headspace, turning on every light as it went.

i love detective stories, i love cop partnerships, i love hot single dads who happen to be cops with cute little pokemon cop partners. i love that harry is kind of a shitty father but he’s now trying his best. i love that hide had nothing but praise and respect for harry when he meets with tim and that he knew things like tim wanting to be a pokemon trainer when he was younger (meaning he and harry had talked about stuff like this.) i love that hide inexplicably has a spare key to harry’s apartment in his desk drawer. i love how absolutely certain hide was in saying harry loved his son more than anything in the world.

there’s history there is what i’m saying, and i’d love to know more about it.

anything set pre-film would be cool. loose cannon harry throwing his whole being into his job to deal with the loss of his wife and his fractured relationship with his son. hide the tired lieutenant trying to rein him in, quietly talking about tim together, keeping him grounded and safe. all up until he can’t, that is. (great angst potential with hide genuinely believing harry is dead.)

anything set post-film would be even better. harry struggling to find balance between being a father and a cop. probably doing a shitty job at it in the beginning. hide trying to help. would love for tim to be an actual presence (outsider POV could be amazing here.)

may sound strange but my favourite thing that used to happen in digimon a lot is when characters would interact with each other digimon partner. i would be massively into a fic about the two of them growing closer through each other’s pokemon partner.

thank you writer and best of luck.

#yuletide #yuletide 2019

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Papa Kitty: Brotherly Bonds

“It’ll be fine, Ulaz,” Antok said, smirking slightly as he looked down at the shorter galra. “It’s been deca-pheobs since last time! I’m older, Keith is older and most importantly he talks now.” He placed a hand on Ulaz and Thace’s shoulders and pushed them towards the door. “Now, off with both of you! Those supplies aren’t going to get themselves.”

“Okay,” Ulaz said still craning his neck around as he took forced steps towards the door. “But if anything comes up-”

“Kolivan isn’t far off,” Antok finished, giving the doctor one more forceful shove to get him through the door, the commander walking out far more willingly. “Bye now!” Closing the door, Antok sighed a laugh with a smile on his lips. He hardly blamed the Fathers for never asking him to look after Keith after hearing about his breakdown over the sweet mash but he had been little more than a kit himself back then. Keith was now four and the two of them had spent quite a bit of time in each others company.

Plus, Keith now was able help make his own dinner. He had rushed off to the kitchen after telling his fathers goodbye to start gathering ingredients while Antok got the two out the door. Antok paused and tilted his head to one side to listen. It was almost too quiet to hear but now that there was nothing but air in the quarters he could just make out the sound of struggling grunts in the direction of the kitchen.

“Keith,” he called, walking towards the kitchen. “Are you al-” He stopped, a small laugh escaping him immediately.

The kit had always had a habit of trying to climb things that were better left alone but Antok had not expected to see Keith hanging by his fingertips from the ice box door, his legs flaying helplessly two feet from the ground as the door swung slowly further from the rest of the box.

The tall Galra crossed the kitchen in three strides, taking hold of Keith just under his armpits and lifting him off the door to set him on his shoulder. “Alright, Keith?”

“Alright,” Keith said, crossing his arms in a pout. “Are... Are you going to tell Pops and Papa that I was climbing again?”

Antok hummed as he looked at the jar on the top of the box and reached inside to pull out two sweet breads from inside. “I won’t so long as you don’t tell them we had dessert before dinner,” he said, giving Keith one cookie with a sly smile.

“How...” Antok started to ask, staring up at the top of the massive wall at the skinny boy perched on the top. “Why must you climb everything?”

“You can’t tell Papa,” a ten year old Keith said desperately, looking more scared about his parent being told than being stuck on the wall. “He said I was too young to climb the wall and not to do it!”

“Well I can’t say I disagree with him,” Antok said, looking around the empty gym. “You are stuck after all.”

“Yeah but I made it up the wall fine!” Keith argued. “All by myself!”

“And then got yourself stuck and woke me up to come get you done,” Antok pointed out. He sighed and powdered his hands before starting up the wall. By the time he reached the top, the kit was sulking and sully as Antok adjusted his grip so he could help Keith onto his back with a tight grip on his neck.

“Are you going to tell,” Keith asked once Antok’s feet touched the floor.

“No,” Antok said picking Keith off his back and holding him in his arms so he could look him seriously in the eye. “But don’t ever do something like this again! Next time you want to do something your dads said is too dangerous, you call me first! I can at least make sure you don’t get hurt and get you down if you get stuck. If your hand had slipped going up you could have been very very badly hurt and no one would have known what happened until morning.” He pressed his forehead against Keith’s, fixing yellow eyes with purple ones. “I won’t tell your dads anything,” he said softly, “but I don’t want you getting hurt either. So just get me from now on alright?”

Keith nodded, his eyes shining in the dim light and wrapped his arms tightly around Antok’s neck as he trembled in his arms.

“Good,” Antok said, rubbing Keith’s back and sighing softly. “Good... Now let’s go to bed. It’s too early for all this.”

“Run this story by me again,” Antok said as he piloted the damaged ship back towards the base.

“Well you see,” Regris started from the backseat.

“Not. You,” Antok said shortly and looked sideways to the sulking teen next to him in the copilot seat.

“It was an accident,” Keith mumbled, avoiding Antok’s eyes. “I was just going to take it around the base once, to show Regris I could pilot it, but...” he trailed off, his cheeks turning bright red.

“But instead you shot off into open space,” Antok finished. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“How mad is Papa,” Keith asked, glancing out the window towards the ship following close by with Thace at the pilot seat.

“I don’t think mad is close to describing what he is,” Antok replied. “I’d be surprised if he doesn’t ground you until the end of the war and try to make Regris into new boots and a jacket.”

From the backseat there was a startled and frightened squeak from the slightly older teen, a tail thumping against Antok’s seat.

Antok said nothing about the hit, still half watching Keith as he watched him rub the heel of his hand against the corner of his eyes. “I’m just glad you’re safe,” he said softly after a moment. “And I’ll talk your dads down. Just let me handle it, okay?”

“Okay,” Keith said quietly.

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Characters belong to Voltron Legendary Defenders

Today you all get three mini stories, hooray! I’ve been meaning to write something with Antok and Keith’s relationship pretty much since the first story I wrote with them directly interacting but spent a lot of time going around in circles trying to figure out what to write. I really love this idea of the two of them being close despite their large age difference and that Antok is the one Keith turns to when he’s too embarrassed or worried about being in trouble to talk to his dads or Kolivan. My sister and I grew up extremely close to each other and we’ve had many conversations where we shared situations, worries, and problems that we didn’t want our mom to know about but really needed someone to talk to and I wanted Keith to have that too.

Regris in this is just a year or two older than Keith and only recently came to the base where Keith lives. The two of them (being teenage boys with too much time on their hands) often get into mischief which Antok isn’t particularly thrilled about since he can’t talk Keith out of doing stupid things as easily with another tailed galra on his other shoulder egging him on. It’s not that Regris is a bad person, just that he’s not as sheltered and watched over as Keith is so he’s more willing to do things that adults would really prefer they not.

#antok #keith #voltron #thace #ulaz #regris #kolivan #dads of marmora #blades of marmora #flashfiction #facebook #papa kitty

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bigyack-com · 4 years

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Travel tails: Camping with your pup can be fun, just look out for leopards - travel

Imagine winding down – after a long day of hiking and swimming – with a cold beer, by the campfire, and dinner under the stars. For many this would be enough. For some, the only thing that could complete this picture is the image of their fur baby resting happily at their feet, exhausted from the day’s activities too. As pet parents across India tailor their trips around their dogs, many glamping sites — like Wag-a-Bond in Karjat and Phoebe’s Farm in Khopoli, both in Maharashtra, and Backyard Camp in Sathanur, Tamil Nadu — are being set up as “human-friendly pet resorts”. These include obstacle courses, canine swimming pools, a bed for the little one next to yours, and programmes that factor in your pet when planning hikes, boating excursions, etc.

While camping out with his human, Adrak the ginger cat had loads of fun exploring every nook and corner of the grounds, but always returned to his human. “I guess the chicken bones helped,” says his human Sukhsharan Sidhu. ( Courtesy: Sukhsharan Sidhu ) Adrak the cat goes camping Adrak is an unusual ginger cat. He rides with his human on a motorcycle, inured to the traffic and chaos; sits on said human’s lap when he’s driving; and they often go camping together.They say animals draw from their human’s personality and Adrak’s human, Sukhsharan Sidhu, 36, a techie from Bengaluru, is quite the adventurer.“After I adopted Adrak last year, I started to miss out on camping, biking and off roading trips with friends,” he says. Wanderlust is hard to contain, so Sidhu decided it would be worth a shot to see if Adrak wanted to ride along.Last October, they drove to Mudfest, a camping ground near Bengaluru, with cat food, water and litter box (which helps cats adjust because they’re highly territorial) in tow.“I was scared he would run off into the wilderness and never return to me,” says Sidhu. But he put on a brave face, let the little guy go, and what do you know, Adrak went off, ran around, probably had some adventures, and came back.“He had loads of fun exploring the camp grounds and kept showing up by my side every couple of hours,” says Sidhu. “I guess the chicken bones helped.”Sidhu and Adrak have returned to Mudfest a few times since. “At night, he sleeps with me, but because he’s not used to being inside a zipped-up tent, he wakes me up really early, begging to be let out.”If all goes as planned, they’ll be making an epic journey from Bengaluru to Spiti by road this summer. We wish them a paw of luck. Private camping sites are usually located on farms and estates situated at the edges of forested areas. Pets from the metros are so unused to wilderness, organisers say, that they often have to be acclimatised to various outdoor noises and other animals. TRIP ESSENTIALS It‘s a good idea to take comfort objects for the pet with you — favourite snacks, bowl, leash. “I take my own first-aid kit and Cleo’s bed,” says Danielle D’silva, 30, a corporate communications executive who travels with her eight-year-old Great Dane-Indian mix. Vanaja Kale, 31, a homemaker from Pune, says she also makes sure her Doberman, Coco, has a nametag with the family’s contact details and address on it. Weather is important, she adds. “We totally avoid summers. Monsoons and winters are much easier; the dogs don’t get as dehydrated.” Coco doesn’t just vacation; she also runs marathons for charity, and goes camping with the family — Vanaja, her husband Prasanna and their newborn, Pravara. “We’ve gone on one trip since the baby, and it was quite a breeze,” says Vanaja. “We’re so used to prepping Coco for camping, packing up all her stuff and making sure she’s safe, it’s almost like she prepared us for this.”

Many glamping sites, like Wag-a-Bond in Karjat, Maharashtra, are being set up as “human-friendly pet resorts”. They come with obstacle courses, canine swimming pools, a bed for the little one, and programmes that factor in your pet when planning hikes, boating excursions, etc. ( Zcyphher ) LESSON PLAN It’s not all fun and games. Discipline is important. Fighting is frowned upon; sharing is encouraged. “They should also know not to scavenge, lest they eat something that’ll make them sick,” says Akshay Rajagopalan, 37, a realty executive from Bengaluru, who goes camping with his Labradors, Fonzi and Leia. “Most importantly, since the outdoors is a feast of sights, sounds and smell, your pooch must be trained in recall. If your dog gets into chase mode behind a hare, when you call for them, they have to stop and come to you.” In Pune, Mihir Sahasrabuddhe, a dog trainer, conducts overnight glamp camps called Bork Nights, to teach first time-time pet parents and first-time campers the ropes, and to help their animals learn to socialise with other animals.

At Mihir Sahasrabuddhe’s Bork Nights, many dogs meet each other for the first time. “You can tell if a dog is going to like camping by how social they are,” he says. ( Sagar Shejwalkar ) “You can always tell if a dog is going to like it by how social they are,” he says. “Many of the dogs at Bork Nights are meeting each other for the first time. But it’s great especially for dogs from cities like Mumbai, where time and space are constrained, and dogs live pretty isolated lives.” There are rules for the pet parents too. Know your pet and don’t push them too hard. On a group trek once, Rajagopalan says a fellow traveller egged Fonzi on, and it led to the dog falling into a gap between two rocks. “Fortunately I just had to climb down and lift him back up, but it could have been much worse, and I learnt my lesson — handle your dog yourself and don’t push him beyond what he wants to do.”

Going camping with Coco, the brown Doberman, has prepared Prasanna and Vanaja Kale for parenthood. Now, their newborn human baby Pravara also tags along on their camping trips. ( Shardul Nandedkar ) Cleo’s family plans her holidays during Diwali, so she can escape the city’s fireworks. “But there are downsides with remote sites too,” Danielle says. “We have to keep her on a leash at night because of leopards and to make sure she doesn’t get lost or injured. Still, the best moments are just sunning with Cleo on the rocks by a stream or the way she falls asleep while we laze in a hammock. When we see her peaceful and secure, we know we’ve picked the right place.” Read the full article

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‘ARM’ Philosophy as Method w/ Teemu 2/10/19

Today’s session was a poignant and interesting session at the ways in which we can look at photography philosophically and how and what philosophy in photography is. We began by looking at what philosophy actually is, and how it might present itself as a useful way to engage and approach both photography practice and the act of viewing an image.

Philosophy, at its core, is an activity in which one thinks about a system of beliefs, values and concepts in order to “rigorously” understand why something exists and the purpose or reason for its existence. As Teemu noted, philosophy deals in arguments and is the attempt to get to the root of reason behind the existence of something. Below is a list of some of the key areas that philosophy has been used in, in order to closely engage with the given subjects.

As is visible here, it is obvious to see the vast range of areas that philosophical debate has entered, and what is important to remember is that it looks at the ‘big picture’ so to speak, within each area. An example of this is in photography; in that it doesn’t just deal with one element of photography, rather it deals with the entirety of the photographic practice ranging from politics, ethics, history, sociological issues and so on.

Within the session Teemu introduced us to three specific areas where philosophy had entered into photography most prominently. These were: Ontology, Ethics and Aesthetics.

ONTOLOGY:

To look at photography through ontology is to ask oneself; What ISPhotography? and more definitively; What defines and makes it unique/different compared to other such mediums?

One example that came up in our discussion was the period of modernism. Modernism was arguably the era of photography, ontologically speaking. It was a time when pictorialism was left behind and the search for social functionality came to the fore. Major art theoretician Clement Greenberg argued that painting needs to find what is unique about its nature, where it can fit in to societal demands; the same went for photography.

One group who were part of this era was the f/64 group; who argued that photography’s uniqueness is (was) in its clarity and/or sharpness. This was not entirely accurate in that a lot of images contain blur, motion and therefore lack of detail and sharpness, but it was an example of how practitioners and theorists alike were attempting to find purpose and individuality in photography.

As part of this the notion of looking at photography in an indexical manner came in to play. In other words, is the idea that ‘cause and reaction’ (eg. something along the lines of a fever being the cause of an infection) in play in photography. Does an image (reaction) come from a cause? Below is a diagram which displays how this type of philosophical thinking might be visualised.

It also allowed for us to push on these ideas by asking does photography need to be indexical for it to be considered photography? Does it need to be realistic? Does it need to be truthful? And does it need to tell us exactly what is going on within its frames?

Broadly speaking the answer is NO.

David Campany (in a lecture from our first year) noted that we do not know what photography is yet and we don’t know what to do/use if for specifically. Therefore, we should use photography for anything we want.

This then brought us to:

ETHICS

Due to photography (ontologically speaking) showing us reality (or a version of it) we are faced with the important question of morality/ethics.

Importantly examined was that there are ethical questions the concerning photography of events that need to be looked at:

As Teemu noted, most ethical questions in photography are under applied ethics and a case by case approach is required.

An interesting example of this can be found in Sebastiao Salgado’s work (unfortunately I can't show this image as it goes against Tumblrs guidelines).

The argument that was levelled at this work was it was too aesthetic to get to the core of the reality of the image and that aestheticising tragedy was unethical.

This is something I have a huge issue with, in that to say something is not valid or unethical because it looks aestheticised is, to me, the easy way out or the easy way to engage with its contents, but I will write up a separate section on this on its own as I feel it is an important part of who I am as a person and photographer and therefore would like the dedicate some time to articulate it properly.

So, the question, philosophically, is whether or not it is correct/right or incorrect/wrong in aestheticising tragedy vs. not.

We then discussed that arguments in this realm often fall under the bracket of normative ethics or metaethics.

Consequentialism

Means the moral value of an act is based on the acts consequences. Meaning if the consequences are good then the act of photographing it was good.

Deontology

Looks at it from the view that it is your duty (deon - Greek for duty) to do the ‘right thing’, and the consequences of this act are not important.

AESTHETICS

To look at the philosophy behind aesthetics in photography, it is important to note that the notion of aesthetics predates the birth of photography by quite a large number of years (over a century). The history of art has dealt with aesthetic value long before photography was around.

A large argument that is levelled at photographic aesthetic as a philosophical value or perspective is that it is not intrinsic as a value to photography, meaning it is not unique. I spoke with Teemu at our short break and discussed this notion. I do not disagree with it, but what I will say is that to throw out aesthetic value because it is not an intrinsic value of photography is a ridiculous ideal. It would be like saying that one cannot make films of real events or narratives based on real stories because it wasn’t shot in real time or using the people who actually experienced it. Do we not get the same emotional and educational value and understanding of certain narratives, scenes and stories through cinema? To suggest that this is not as valuable as an approach to reality and philosophical understanding is somewhat cutting the legs off an invaluable outlook and perspective. We are humans and have emotions, therefore we respond to the emotionality and human experiences of events, and to rid us of that would be making the task of ‘understanding’ and engagement all the more difficult… Enough of my rant.

The session was an incredible and invaluable one. It is an area of great interest to me as it raises so many perspectives and insights into ways of seeing. I am considering approaching this set of ideas for my essay.

#5IMAG016W #Advanced Methods #Journal Task #Advanced Research Methods #advanced method #Further Reading #ARM

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Let’s Watch The Twilight Zone: Episode Fifteen

I Shot an Arrow into the Air

The netflix description of this episode is: “Three astronauts crash-land on what appears to be a barren asteroid. Gradually they turn on one another, until one man makes a shocking discovery.” Which begs the question: gee, I wonder what the twist will be? I bet even with the benefit of 57 additional years of media production and analysis since this episode aired, we’ll never be able to figure it out.

So let’s begin at the beginning, with the countdown to the launch of the Arrow I, the first manned aircraft to be shot into space, a feat four and a half years in the making. The countdown, Rod Serling helpfully informs us, to when “man shot an arrow into the air.”

Queue lots of footage cutting back and forth between the rocket launching and the control room. This is a great triumph! We did it!

Cut to, an unknown amount of time later, a man somberly writing “unreported” on the rocket tracking chart and the conclusion that the ship is lost. No one knows what happened; there was some interference, possibly solar, and then it was just gone.

The course was preset and the commander wouldn’t have deviated from it. So what the hell do we do now? Stare moodily up into the night sky and (mis)quote, “I shot an arrow into the air, it landed I know not where,” I guess.

If anyone knows the actual Longfellow quote: “I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to Earth I knew not where,” the elusive twist just gets all the harder to parse, don’t you think?

Anyway, we never see any of these scientist jerks ever again. Let’s get to catching up with our lost flight crew.

It consists of Colonel Donlin, regular guy Pierson, space creep Corey, almost dead Hudak, and 4 or 5 more deados. (Big crew.) They don’t know why they crashed; the last thing any of them remember is an explosion and the electrical system going out. Now they’re here, on what they believe to be an uncharted asteroid (all rocks and sand and nothing good at all obviously), with five gallons of water, minimal other supplies, and at least four and half years of spacecraft construction time between them and anyone coming to their rescue (assuming anyone knows where they are). It’s bleak, boys.

Corey is immediately furious about everything. He’s mad at Donlin for writing down what's happening (don’t waste your energy on writing and protocols old man, we need to live!) and at Pierson for wasting water on the dying Hudak. It’s so bad that at one point Donlin pulls Pierson to the side to basically ask him, wtf is Corey’s deal? Like, you were with him when the explosion happened, right? Did anything like specifically bad and/or evil happen to him? and Pierson just shrugs like, idk, man, I think he’s just a dick. (So I think we can rule out space possession as the twist.)

Donlin orders that they will keep giving Hudak water if he needs it (bc basic human decency) and that they will work in shifts digging graves for the deados (which, not to contradict Donlin who is obviously in right on most things as opposed to Corey, doesn’t actually seem like the best use of energy and resources in the middle of the day on this devilishly hot “asteroid” with no shade and barely any water but, whatever, take your power back Donlin–good thing you guys brought a fold-out space shovel with you), and then go explore.

They do find it curious that the sun is basically the same size on this asteroid as it is on earth (which means wherever they are in space they must be pretty close by) and that the air is fine to breath and that there’s no radiation to speak of. Pretty lucky to land somewhere that affords you the luxury of dying slowly, amiright?

(Hudak dies, by the way, while Corey and Donlin are engaged in a scuffle over space canteens.)

So, cut to space night, Donlin is lounging by a triangle-shaped gas-powered space fire, clutching a space gun, waiting for Corey and Pierson to get back from their investigatory trek.

Corey gets back alone and when Donlin questions him claims that he and Pierson split up to cover more ground even though Donlin ordered them to stick together. Corey went 12 or 15 miles one way and he’s not sure how far Pierson went towards the mountains, but gosh he’s exhausted, time to just plunks down, pull out my space canteen and begins drinking thirstily, letting half the water run down my neck because men are disgusting and Corey is the worst. This immediately raises Donlin’s suspicions, however, because how would Corey (who’s never been shy about taking as much water as he can for himself) have gone all that way and back and be so exhausted and hot and still have a mostly full canteen. He must have killed Pierson and taken his water!

Hahahaha, noooooo, I didn’t, Corey insists, on my way back I just FOUND him. Already dead. He must have hit his head on a rock or something? Anyway, I knew you’d never believe me, so that’s why I made up this ridiculous lie…

Donlin’s not having any of it, though. He uses his big space gun to take away Corey’s small space gun and frog marches Corey out into the desert to show him where he left Pierson’s body.

Of course, when they get there, Pierson’s body is no where to be found. He must have crawled off, he must not have been quite dead, Corey defends. Which only enrages Donlin more, Jesus Christ, Corey! Didn’t you do anything for him! Didn’t you even try! (Lol no, of course he didn’t–he either found his nearly dead body or [more likely] hit him over the head with a rock, took his water, and went on his merry way.)

Anyway, Pierson didn’t crawl off too far, and they find him a little ways away at the base of peak. Donlin tries to talk to him, help him, ask him what happened, but Pierson is incoherent with oncoming death. He merely wobbles his floppy head in the direction of the mountain peak, draws a couple of mysterious lines in the sand, and perishes.

Donlin immediately marches off towards the peak to find out what the fuck’s up and that’s when Corey realizes that in his rush of human compassion to get to Pierson before he died Donlin has thrown down his big space gun. So Corey, obviously, picks it up and shoots him dead. Right through the space canteen. You idiot. (He also monologues about how long one man versus two men could live out here and how Donlin would just have to forgive him because it was Donlin’s mistake to try to bring rules, and protocols, and morality out here into the far reaches of space!)

But now, with everyone else dead it’s Corey’s turn to make for mystery peak, egged on/taunted by the return of Rod Serling’s voice over: make tracks Mr. Corey, go, go, keep moving, push up, don’t give sanity the chance to catch up with you, nor the horror of what you’ve done, go on, you fucking jerk. I think this is the first time Rod Serling’s v/o has actually taken a part in the story sort of, not just as narration. It’s like inner monologue mixed with derision. It’s great.

So Corey gets to the top of the peak and starts yelling for Pierson (he’s dead, you fuck), and then talking out loud to himself. Because now he knows what Pierson was trying to tell them. What couldn’t wait two seconds before killing him. From the top of the peak you can see telephone lines (the squiggles drawn in the sand) and more importantly a road with cars, and a sign that says they’re only 97 miles from Reno.

These jerks never left Earth at all! (Can you imagine!?) It was all what Rod Serling breaks in again to inform us was a terrible practical joke, playing out as small human drama, here, outside Reno, Nevada, U.S.A, North America, Earth, The Twilight Zone.

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I’ve gotta say, even knowing from jump that these guys were almost certainly on Earth, it’s still an enjoyable episode.The 1960 conception of space gear is precious to behold and there was always the possibility that, even though they were definitely on Earth, they might have gone through a portal or something and been on past Earth (seen dinos over the ridge) or future Earth (a buried statue of liberty, Planet of the Apes style).

I don’t even necessarily think it’s the 57 years of intervening time that makes this a predictable outcome. The very last episode before this also featured an Earth/not Earth switcheroozee. But, here, the fact that they were just on regular old Earth with no real science fiction element at all, a few miles from salvation, is perhaps the cruelest outcome there could have been. Not bad, The Twilight Zone. Not bad at all.

#let's watch the twilight zone #tv #recap #the twilight zone #i shot an arrow into the air

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Lifetime

no one requested this but I had this in my head for a while now and I just had to get it out.

I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you

Ireland, 1900

You first meet Cassidy as a teen, particularly 1916, just shy a few months before he takes part in the Easter Rising. He’s cocky, rebellious, and just a bit of a prick, but you see something in him. In that same year, you both only share each other’s company a few times.

You two never talked, mostly exchanged some glances here and there. You two lived in such a close proximity and yet in that time, you two never not once, talked. There seemed to be an unspoken silence between the two of you. The occasional glance you both gave each other was enough. But he was a complete fool, always doing things to catch the attention of a pretty girl.

Billy always teased him about his silly little crush, egging him on to find some courage to do something about it. He always brushed it off, never really thinking too long on it.

On a warm day in February, you overheard him talking to Billy about joining the Brotherhood. Once he spotted you from the corner of his eye, he instantly fell silent. His eyes focused on you as sudden as he quieted, and you could only stand there, baffled.

Then, came the day before the Rising, and everyone was celebrating for some reason. You remembered the day clearly, the jeers, the festivities, and most importantly, Cassidy.

It might've been the large amounts of alcohol he consumed that allowed him to do this, but that day he couldn't help himself. You’d had a few drinks yourself, but you remember being at least a little dazed. He takes your hand, and entwines it with his, bringing your body closer to his. His long arm wraps around your waist, head crashing against his chin, as you share a look.

The action makes you laugh in surprise, and his fantastic brows furrow in confusion. “I’m not that funny looking, am I?”

You shake your head in shy response, opting to not stare straight into those dangerous eyes.

The both of you stay still in that position, the sounds of drunk giggling and cheers all around fading out. It feels like it’s just you two in the moment. He makes a pain expression, taking you out of the loop. Just before you can ask him if he’s alright, the hand wrapped around your waist comes up to cradle your face. It sends shivers down your spine, and your hair stands on end when your lips finally connect.

He tilts his head slightly to kiss you properly. All in all it was clumsy. Tongues and teeth colliding together, desperate touches and a want that burns you both. The feeling of your lips against his feels perfect, as if the two of you are pieces that were supposed to fit together. You were avoiding this all along, and now that it was happening, it felt like that warm feeling you get once you've ached for it for so long. It felt like coming home.

You almost feel betrayed when the next day, you wake up alone and a bit chilly. But the thought of that night was burned into the back of your memory. You’ve come to realize, he’s gone. Probably for good.

Maybe you were right. Because he did leave, but not entirely. He abandoned the war, and just when he thought he was safe, the unexpected happened.

1922

This time, you don’t meet Cassidy. You’re walking down the street, minding your own business, when the heading of a local newspaper catches your eye. It makes you halt your steps and a mental picture forms. The picture is gruesome nonetheless, and you immediately feel pity for the poor victim’s family.

The killer, which was seen in broad daylight, was describe very fantasy-like. The witness was declared insane, as they reported the attacker to be a vampire of all sorts. You snorted, thinking it to be just something that would be forgotten very soon.

1940-1950

You’re a secretary for a mob boss this time, and while it’s a dangerous job, you think you can handle yourself. It’s comfy with great pay and protection. Nobody gives you lip unless they want to meet the end of a fist with three gold rings decorating it. You’re adored, is the point.

You've seen your fair share of men that come and go, usually with a few body parts missing here and there. You think you've seen enough trouble for now, but then he appears.

Cassidy walks in, looking like a bat out of hell. He’s fidgety and does double takes every time someone walks past the window of your office. It’s not until your boss walks out and greet him like an old friend, that you feel a sense of familiarity about the panicked man.

You don't mean to overhear, but he's in some kind of trouble. The big kind. He’s asking for favors and lots of money at the same time. Says he feels like there’s people after him. Your boss tells him he can get these people off his back, for a price. Cassidy practically begs, which seems uncharacteristic of him, and thanks your boss a million times. You tune out once they get on the topic of his past crimes, and resume your daily routine.

Cassidy walks out, looking more confident than before, and he directs his attention to you. He makes a suave move, and leans on his left arm, grinning that toothy grin.

“Don’t.” You begin.

“Don’t?”

Every man to so much as lick his lips towards you has received the very bad end of the stick. Stick as in beat down. This guy seems nice, but you don’t want to get him hurt.

“Let’s just greet each other and just go our separate ways, alright?”

He pulls back from your desk, and gives you a lopsided smile. You get the sense that you've just urged him on further.

“Alright, luv.” He drawls, and winks. You sit up straight, taken by surprise as he makes his way towards the door.

“See ya later.” He said sheepishly.

You narrowed your eyes, watching him disappear.

That night, he appears at your doorstep, flowers in hand and a shit faced grin. You decide to let him in to see what happens.

That had been 10 years ago, and all you’ve heard now about him is that he’s in very big trouble. Of course he was. He’d managed to get away and become a recluse somewhere in New York City, or that’s how it was rumored. He’d cheated your boss and ran away with a few thousand dollars to do with as he pleased.

The other bosses were not very happy about this. You’d taken this as a guess as you stared down the barrel of a gun, one pointed at you and one at your boss. Wrong place, wrong time.

1961

You bump into Cassidy out of sheer coincidence outside of a drugstore.

“Sorry.” You mumble, as you try to get past him.

He gives you his signature grin and then books it out of the place. You don’t realize what he’s done until you hear a pharmacist and two officers yell and chase after him.

You chuckle to yourself, but then trail off. Something about him seemed familiar, you couldn’t place it. It’s almost as if you’ve seen him somewhere before. You search your memory to find where you’ve seen him.

You come to the conclusion that maybe you’ve seen his sketch on the nightly news.

You brush it off as quickly as you thought it, carrying on with your day.

2017

“Jesse could you please stop leaving your notes everywhere? I’m not your maid.” You sigh in frustration, picking up each piece of paper that has been mindlessly thrown on the floor.

As always, Jesse’s passed out drunk on his bed. You stand in his doorway, hands on your hips, shaking your head. His snores fill the room as you walk in and remove his shoes.

“I should get paid for this.” You mutter under your breath.

You weren't his caregiver, and you most certainly weren't his sister. But you felt your relationship was something like that. Jesse had been there for you since you were little, after Tulip left, you two had each other.

You didn’t approve of his lifestyle, that’s for sure. But you went along with it because you cared deeply about him.

You sighed heavily as you plopped down on the couch in the living room, flipping on the tv and just staring up at the ceiling.

Knock

You peered up from your comfortable position, meeting a tipsy Cassidy.

“Get kicked out again?” You quipped dismissively.

He grunted in response, almost tripping over his feet and plopping next to you.

“Ugh.” He reeked of the usual, cigarettes and alcohol.

“You find it odd ‘ere?” He says suddenly.

You give him a daft look, unsure of what he means. He copies you, and the thought begins to sink in.

“Alright, who are you and what've you done to Cassidy?” You noticed he pressed the palm of his hand to the back of his neck, holding himself in an uncomfortable position.

You sighed, weary. “I guess. Everything’s off around here. The air, the people....you.”

“Me?” He blurts, taken by surprise.

“Yeah you. There’s something about you that seems so familiar but I can't figure it out.”

“How familiar?” He shoots you an interested brow and cheeky grin. You can't help but roll your eyes.

“You know what - forget it.” You chastise.

“Oh c’mon. Alright look, I’m sorry.”

You shot him a look of doubt, pursing your lips. Your eyes flickered from his body to his face, and without hesitation you wrapped your arms around his torso, heaving yourself up and close to his body. He froze instantly, this form of affection feeling foreign to him.

You could feel it coming, the snarky remark.

“Don’t even think about it, you big lump. Just let me have this.” You nestle your face near his collarbone, and close your eyes.

You could feel a hesitant hand come up to rub your back softly, and then lay firmly on your shoulder. His arm draped around your back.

“I’m not funny looking am I?” You mumble under your breath.

“You know, that sounds familiar somehow.”

A pleasant smile grew on your face, and for the first time in your life, you wondered if past lives were possible. You made a note about asking about that later, when Jesse wasn't so intoxicated and when Cassidy wasn't so worrisome.

#cassidy imagine

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YOI Fanfic Recs

I want to give a shoutout to some of my favorite fics, so here we go. Under a cut because it got long. No surprise there.

Beautiful fics involving the multilingual nature of Viktor and Yuri’s relationship:

Repeat After Me by queenieofaces

Victor learns language through mimicry, hears phrases and repeats them back until the inflection becomes second nature. Yuuri seems to communicate best through euphemism, through metaphor, through talking around the subject rather than approaching it head on, and so Victor tries his best to mimic him, to take his words and echo them back.

(Vignettes in language learning and communication, spanning the whole series.)

How to Return Home by queenieofaces

Victor comes home, but for some reason it doesn’t feel like home anymore.

(Technically a sequel to "Repeat After Me," but can probably be read on its own.)

Kotoba by MarrowVersusMarrow

"Friendship," and "love," in foreign tongues.

Call Everything on the Ice... by shysweetthing

In which Victor learns Japanese while in Hasetsu, and it vastly improves his ability to communicate with Yuuri—

HA HA HA just kidding.

You know these two dorks. It makes everything worse.

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“No,” Victor says, skating up to Yuuri on the ice, “you have to push all the way from here, or you’ll never get the height you need for that axel.” He sets his hand on Yuuri’s ass, tracing the muscle group he’s referring to. “Not here.” He taps Yuuri’s thigh. He doesn’t know the words for the muscles in English, only knows how to show him.

Yes, technically he’s grabbing Yuuri’s ass, but how else is he to communicate?

Talkshow Host by MooseFeels

Yuuri lives for the silence.

put my heart on my chest, so you can read it too by driedupwishes

“Victor,” Yuuri says, rolling his shoulders as he leans his elbows against the top of the wall. Victor looks up, eyebrows arched in waiting, and Yuuri meets his eyes with the kind of ease that’s gotten more natural by the day since Victor arrived. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but, I was wondering…”

Curiosity flashes across Victor’s expression, one of the emotions Yuuri is able to recognize easily on his former-idol. Victor hums, leaning forward and tucking his phone away under his arm, giving Yuuri his undivided attention in a way that curls Yuuri’s toes in his skates. Once Yuuri would’ve flushed and stuttered at the feeling of Victor’s weighty gaze dragging across his face, but now he only shrugs and bites his lip.

“Is it hard for you,” Yuuri asks, “being in a country where you don’t speak the language?”

Darling by ClockworkDinosaur

Victor and Yuuri are not fluent in the others native language.

Lost in Translations by Jenrose

Victor Nikiforov was the best jumper in the world, well-used to leaping blind and landing clean in ways no one could match. Falling was for other people. Stumbling was not acceptable. It had been a long time since the wind had been knocked out of him so thoroughly.

Now with banquet shenanigans!

Fics in which Phichit and Yuri are Besties:

of eros and of dust by mori (cityboys)

It’s nostalgia, maybe, or Phichit’s kind, knowing smile, or just an unconscious need to talk about it—but he starts talking as the pedestrian lights turn green. About the Eros routine, about Victor, about the ring, about skating.

Give Me Up to Tears by Allekha

Four times Phichit helped Yuuri when he cried - from joy or sadness - and one time he couldn't.

Now When Arrows Don’t Penetrate, Cupid Grabs the Pistol by ken_ichijouji

Phichit Chulanont doesn't know how he ended up the skating world's wingman, but he ain't mad at it.

Instagram is Not an Ice Rink by ladanse

Phichit's phone buzzes. christophe-gc has posted a new photo, it tells him. When he thumbs the screen, it brightens to reveal a shot of Christophe Giacometti, lounging on a bench, wearing nothing but a Speedo and his skates. greetings from your local king of selfies, says the caption.

Phichit doesn't actually know Chris - not personally. He has nothing to prove. But Phichit is also, categorically, a competitive little shit, and he knows he can do better.

So it begins.

it’s just a simple symphony by caersun

Yuuri is already shaking his head. “You know I don’t like parties, Phichit.”

“Aw, but, Yuuri, you’re so fun at them!” Phichit says, pulling out his phone to show him the video evidence.

Yuuri gapes. “I thought you deleted that!” he yells, launching himself at his friend. On Phichit’s phone, the little past-Yuuri is absolutely wasted, getting into position to do a kegstand, to the raucous and egging cheers of over a dozen frat-bros in the foreground. The tinny chant of his name—Kat-su-ki! Kat-su-ki! Kat-su-ki!—sounds from the speakers, behind Phichit’s delighted trill of laughter.

Phichit pulls his phone out of his reach. “It’s for posterity!”

Or: A lot can happen in five years.

Sight by anxioussonic

Yuuri had become accustomed to performing without his glasses. In fact, he hadn't even considered contacts before coming to the United States for college.

Bookends by natika

"And of course I'm a distraction," Phichit concluded, entirely unoffended, "How else am I going to place above you at Four Continents?"

Yuuri gaped, "That's your target?!"

"You don't mind, do you? I'll admit, as a goal," Phichit said, "it lacks the elegance of 'get in Victor Nikiforov's pants', but -"

Yuuri let out a strangled squeak.

Intruding on my Feelings by natika

A rinkmate got into an accident, and Yuuri was torn up with worry.

It must have been Phichit.

They had been introduced formally. Yuuri had bowed, Phichit had made a wai; Yuuri had chanced a shy smile and Phichit had grinned widely, and Celestino had left them to it.

Phichit's first words to him were, "Can I have your number?"

america goals by magneticwave

Friendship means never having to say you’re sorry that the lighting in that Instagram made them look sallow. All of the bulbs in Walmart are fluorescent, so, really: what can you do.

Other wonderful fics, more Victuri-centric with some Otayuri:

How to Surprise Your Fiancé With Pork: An Honest Walkthrough by Viktor Nikiforov by Orchids_and_Fictional_Cities

The thing with Viktor is that once he’s set his mind on something, there is a very very minuscule chance of him not following through on said thing.

He wants to do something for Yuuri: partly as a Valentine’s Day gift, partly as a prelude to Worlds, and partly ‘just because’. It’s somewhere between dwelling on the abstract thought of Yuuri’s hunger as a competitor, and watching the younger skater on Facetime with his mother back home, that an idea starts to form.

This is how Katsuki Yuuri, the love of his life, the apple of his eye, the fire of his loins et cetera, ad infinitum, finds Viktor when he walks into the door: standing precariously with one foot on a barstool and the other on top of his counter, frantically fanning at his smoke detector with a magazine.

Vkusno! by mtothedestiel

"Next week on Top Chef: Denver, it's that most infamous challenge...Wedding Wars! But this won't be any ordinary wedding feast. Our top twelve chefs will cook for a secret, world-famous celebrity couple with international tastes! The stakes have never been this high. Who will be crowned Top Chef, and who will be asked to pack their knives and go? Tune in to find out!"

aka:

Newly retired, Victor and Yuuri are invited to be special guests on a popular American cooking competition. Oishii!

game over. try again? by counterheist

The divorce goes through on a Thursday.

An Intangible Force of Motion by doeinstinct

“I do fall sometimes, Yuuri,” he said. Yuuri shook his head, his longer bangs falling over his eyes as he pursed his lips and braced his hands on his knees. “No, I know that. I just...I’ve never seen you fall on a flip before.”

A new skating season brings with it new opportunities and experiences, but new isn't always a good thing. Luckily, they have each other.

never stop until the grave by Naraht

Back in St Petersburg, Victor attempts to combine coaching Yuuri with preparing for his own return to competition. The spirit is willing but the flesh may be weak.

no sleep till Sochi by Naraht

Forced to share a bed with Victor at the Sochi Grand Prix Final, Yakov learns more than he wants to know.

Old Dog, New Tricks by nivo

Yurio is but one dear, sulky teenaged slice of a much larger pie holding its breath – not that pies breathe, but one does not marry Katsuki Yuuri and remain innocent of terrible food metaphors – for a miraculous comeback Viktor will never make, because he can't, but perhaps more importantly, because he doesn't want to.

Russian for Dummies by cutthroatpixie

"Are you a beginner?"

Viktor was not a beginner. Viktor was the TA supposedly in charge of this study session. Viktor spoke Russian. Viktor was Russian.

"Sure!"

The Inevitable Unbecoming of Art by themaelstromwrites

Viktor neglected his life and love for twenty years, though to his credit, his career had never afforded him either of those privileges. A fateful encounter at the 2012 GPF gala changes everything, and Viktor is head over heels before he can say 'dasvedanya' to the man that stole his heart.

Viktor Nikiforov is an unreliable narrator in his own life story. Of course, so is Katsuki Yuuri. This is the love story you know, and the life story you don't.

The Fundamentals of Caring by braveten

“Let me guess, you’re going to go take care of Yuuri while he sleeps? Just in case he sneezes or something?” Yurio rolls his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. “Viktor, you’re whipped.”

Viktor rubs the back of his neck as he leans against the wall. “What does that mean?”

“It means that if Yuuri asked you to do a little dance for him in nothing but a coconut bra and a hula skirt, you’d do it.”

Viktor pauses, confused. “And that's a bad thing?”

My fun fact is: by stillmadaboutpetra

Yuuri fails to mention to his new non-skater friends who he is or who his husband is. Or that he even has a husband.

the distance between our fingers by awkwardedgeworth

If Otabek were a bystander, he would see Victor Nikiforov being a ruthless coach, raising his voice at Yuri's less than stellar free leg, It's a normal occurrence, the older retired skater pointing out areas Yuri can work on.

But Otabek is not a bystander, and he sees the glint of a golden ring from Victor's right hand, slipped around his ring finger like a reminder.

A reminder that Victor, estranged with nowhere else to go, was picked up by Yuri and Yakov to go back to Russia so he can have a semblance of a life back.

A life without Yuuri Katsuki.

Dance of the Red Death by strangeandintoxicating

Find something to live for.

Viktor Nikiforov loved too much. What begins as a cough morphs into something that takes the shape of an unseen monster hiding in his very blood. With the Russian government scrambling to sweep under the rug the worst of a crisis that's been thirty-five years in the making, Viktor is left with figuring out his own way to survive.

It starts as a way to escape, a youtube video of music and color and light, but quickly becomes something he never expected when Yuri Katsuki teaches him that surviving is not living.

This is not a story of anger. This is not a story of fear. This is not even a story of pain.

This is a 21st Century love overcoming the obstacles of the 20th Century's politics of fear.

This is a story of life.

the road that stretches out ahead by hellodeer

"What if we drove to France?" Viktor asks, and Yuuri says yes. Of course he does.

pardon the way that i stare by kevystel

All Yakov says, after Yuuri's free skate at the Cup of China, is: ‘Really?’

(The problem is that Viktor falls hard.)

like heaven to touch by kevystel

He looks younger than half the other skaters, with his fine features and the porcelain clearness of his skin, but here he is — here in Moscow with Viktor at his side, ready to impress a crowd that’s too used to roaring Viktor’s name. Viktor is prouder than he’s ever been.

Fill the World with Music by prettybirdy979

It's been a whirlwind of a week for Phichit, not only because of his competing in the Grand Prix Finals. Yuuri seems to have made it his mission to surprise everyone a dozen times over before the end of the competition. But there's only the gala exhibition tomorrow to go.

Surely Yuuri (and Viktor) can't manage one more surprise by then?

(Aka that fic where Viktor breaks twitter, Yuuri breaks the internet then pretends to not understand, and together they break their friends)

Bear Your Soul on the Ice by SassySalchow (diedraechin)

At age fourteen, Katsuki Yuuri had been determined to be Japan's next great figure skating hope, but with no coach that would never happen, so his ballet instructor packs him up off to Russia to train with Yakov Feltsman. The Yakov Feltsman, otherwise known as the coach to rising figure skating star -- and Yuuri's idol -- Viktor Nikiforov.

one heart to every falling thing by 100demons

“You know,” Victor comments idly, and he breathes out in a rush of static in Yuri’s ear. “I think this is the longest we’ve been apart since I first flew here.”

Post-Episode 5.

The Spaces Shaped for You by Chisotahn

The paths they'd chosen after the Grand Prix Final wouldn't be easy, particularly with Nationals just ten days away, but one thing was certain: no matter what happened, their paths would always come together in the end.

(Continuation exploring the time elapsed between the second-to-last and last scenes in episode twelve. Yuuri and Victor's journey to their Nationals and beyond.)

i walk my days on a wire by idrilka

“Asia sucked without you,” Yuri admits eventually after a moment, as he falls backwards onto the bed, his t-shirt riding up. It must be still hot in Saint Petersburg, if the forecast is to be believed, but Yuri has the hood up, obscuring his face at this angle. “But we all went back to the hot spring run by Katsuki’s family after the Fukuoka show, so I guess it wasn’t that bad.”

A story of a relationship, told in photographs and Skype calls.

#yuri on ice #yoi #yuri!!! on ice #victuri #victuuri #I don't know why I do these things

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A comprehensive guide to clinical attachments for med students

(so a few friends in 3rd med are starting clinical attachments in a couple of weeks and asked me to write a guide. i thought i’d share it here with you guys too in case anyone else find this useful) Transitioning from lecture based learning to clinically oriented teaching can be confusing and difficult if you don’t know where to start. Here is everything that I have learned through trial and error that has worked for me so far.

General

Clinical attachments are entirely different compared to traditional teaching because most of what you learn is what you take from opportunities you create for yourself. No one is going to cater to your learning needs and most people will pay you minimal to no attention unless you are a go-getter and are proactive in your own learning experience.

Do NOT stand in the background and expect people to notice you. Not only is it slightly impolite, but most people won’t care for a random who just stands there occupying space. Introduce yourself to the team, express interest, and ask questions!

Most of your learning from now on will be self taught. Discipline is crucial!

This goes without saying, but make sure you at least try to participate in as much as possible and offer to help the team to the best of your abilities

During your first day, ask a member of the team what their weekly schedule is like and attend accordingly. Bleep the intern to find your team on the first day of attachment.

The most approachable person on the team is usually the intern. If they seem willing, get their digits. Text them occasionally asking them if they need help with anything, or if they have any pts with good clinical findings.

They may be extremely busy, so don’t get offended if they don’t reply.

Be nice and polite to the nurses. They can really help you out in times of need.

Important: please please please PLEASE get your annual flu shot. It’s actually really important and you should know why. Being lazy does not constitute as an excuse for not getting the jab.

Attire

As a future physician, I believe that dressing respectfully and professionally is essential to your overall image. This seems like common sense but you’d be surprised by how many people who don’t have any....Here are things to consider:

First thing’s first: wash your white coat on a regular basis. I cannot stress this enough it is disgusting and there are so many students in my year who walk around with a dirty coat and don’t wash them until right before finals..its disgusting and you’ll bring infectious diseases everywhere.

It’s easy enough for men, just wear a suit and tie + dress shoes. Tuck your tie in your shirt for hygienic purposes.

Wear blouses with sleeves that are easy to roll up. Infection control usually has a "bare below the elbows” rule. Even if this is not a hospital policy where you’re from, I recommend doing this anyways. You wouldn’t want your nice white top to be soaked in blood while cannulating a pt.

Wear tops well above your cleavage line and skirts/dresses that is well below your ass. Pts can be giant creeps.

Loose fitting blouses can hang in very awkward ways when you bend over to do practical procedures (you will be moving about a lot), so be wary of this.

Don’t wear leggings. Please just don’t.

For the love of God, please wear comfortable shoes. You will be running and standing around a lot.

Invest in a good pair of scrub clogs/sneakers. There is a high chance you will get iodine/blood all over your shoes when you scrub into surgery. And clean them if they do get dirty.

If you’re attached to surgery, it’s perfectly fine to wear scrubs around the hospital unless there are specific rules against it.

Hair back and out of your face is a lot more hygienic and a lot less annoying in my opinion.

Honestly just be sensible and you should be fine.

Equipment

You will need:

Several good black pens

Clinical notes should always be written in black. Make it a habit to use black pens and only black pens.

Tiny compact notebook/clipboard with loose papers

White coat/small bag if white coats are not allowed in certain hospitals

Tools

stethoscope

watch

tendon hammer

pen torch

tuning fork

cotton wool

neurotips

snellen chart

measuring tape

ID badge ....etc

Handbook- most people prefer the Oxford Handbook of Clinical Medicine

If you buy textbooks online, I suggest getting them from thebookdepository, it’s usually cheaper, and free shipping worldwide, fam

The Ward Rounds

What are they? Every specialty team in a hospital goes through their pt list at a set time every morning (this varies from team to team). It is a way for every team member to get a brief history on their patients, and for senior doctors to relay what management options they want done for each pt to junior members of the team.

Your role as the med student

This is the most important part of your day for both medicine and surgery attachments. Make sure you attend them every day, especially if your team is post-call.

Ask the intern about what time they start, and help them out with list preparation.

Get the intern to print a list for you, then ask them to go through the list with you so that you can get a general idea about all the pts. Jot notes along the way.

Show up earlier than the team. You can go through pt notes yourself and even take a brief hx before the team shows up and present your findings to the consultant/reg leading rounds. This is a way to impress them, and hopefully squeeze out a nice fat letter of recommendation.

H&Ps, writing clinical notes

Choose which pts you want to talk to from your list. You can decide either from observing the pts yourself during rounds, or talking to a member of your team. They will usually suggest pts for you, and ask you to present to them later. I highly recommend talking to as many pts as possible, it is extremely good practice for exams.

If you are on a busy service or with doctors that involve you in team activities:

Ask to help with documentation. Usually they would let you write easy post-ward round redundant continuation notes (ie. ‘no acute issues overnight, plan as before...etc’). If they are handwritten notes black ink should be used.

documentation usually follows the “SOAP notes” format

Subjective

Objective

Assessment

Plan

Ask the intern if they need help with putting orders in for pts (labs, meds etc)

Some interns can get a lot of pages requesting consults from other services. Use this as an opportunity to take full H&Ps and present your findings back to them. Not only do you get to practice, you also help lessen the intern’s workload significantly. They will thank you for this.

Surgical Attachment specifics

Make sure you know when your consultant has theatre. On days where they operate, show up early and check the theatre list. Get your scrub information session training over and done with well before your surgery attachment. Things you can do:

If you are able to, try and find out the list your consultant has planned for theatre day so you get a general idea of which procedures will be done. Research them yourself when you get home to get a better understanding of the procedure and prepare a list of questions you would like to ask.

Take a hx and find out why the pt is in for surgery before they go in

Pre-op check with the intern

Be as proactive as possible. Ask the consultant if they are okay with you scrubbing in and ask questions as much as possible. Consultants/regs will generally be more than happy to explain what they’re doing as they go along provided the student seems interested enough.

If you’re stuck standing around with poor visualization of the procedure, do other things (eg. talk to the anesthetist, ask some of the nurses if you can practice scrubbing in properly (because you won’t get other chances to do so), familiarize yourself with some of the equipment etc)

Most importantly:

If something is not beneficial to you, or if you might be more productive doing something else, don’t show up. This might contradict what I’ve been saying before but like I’ve previously mentioned, you are directing your own learning experience, spend time on things you feel you need more work on. While it is nice to show up, if you are behind on studying, stay in the library and catch up on lectures. There is no point in applying knowledge when you have little to none in the first place.

Or, If you’re attached to a busy service where most of the docs have little to no time to pay attention to you, ditch them and study on your own if that’s a better use of your time. You don’t have much of it, so don’t waste it on things that won’t help you.

Generally, no one will care whether or not you show up, there’s usually no attendance and they will not run around making sure that you’re there.

Side note on terminology: I study in Europe. A senior physician who has completed all of their specialist training is called a ‘consultant’ here. The North American counterpart would be an ‘attending’.

#medicine #medblr #med school #med student guide #clinical attachment guide #clerking #medical student guide #studyblr #med #i might add things later that i can't think of right now #feel free to pitch in #ay

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