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madeofsweetness · 1 year
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Book Talk Continuation @2pretty
I honestly loved reading your thoughts (the analogy to junk food was perfect!) and I agree with everything you said. The most beautiful thing you wrote was, "Our time should be spent in a way that makes us love life, not distracts from us living it." It’s the whole conclusion of the book really! I’ve noticed that many people in our generation are almost against the idea of this. They call everything cringe, make fun of people who are happy, disrespect anyone who doesn’t believe their nonsense, and try to drag others down. This is the problem of social media I guess and I’m sure you’ve talked about it before.
Also let me point out, the quote at page 202 is spot on! When I began to limit my sm usage and do No Social Media Sundays (thanks to you girl!), I felt anew. I now do not wanna spend no more than like 20 minutes on apps like twitter and tumblr cause it feels weird😭 Cultivating a life worth living is the ultimate freeing state to be in and a lot of these apps become extremely wasteful, once you start filling your schedule with higher quality activities. It’s just like Outkast said, you need to get up, get out and get something. Don’t let the days of your life pass by! 
I would love to hear about any habits you have or will do as well! But here are my habits I would like to implement after reading this book: 
Calling people instead of texting. Honestly, the only people I call are my family but when I make more friends, I want them to know, calling is my preferred method of communication. I want to be even more human again and only texting doesn’t allow for that. (Reference to page 145 about irl communication vs digital)
Printing or writing out directions instead of using google maps. I love google maps but I want to be able to have an internal compass, know which street will come after the other and be able to ask people around me for help like my parents do, without feeling so sure that “oh my phone will tell me”.
Only accessing social media on my laptop instead of through the apps. The apps are there to make the process convenient and addicting but I’m planning on using these apps for a sole purpose which means, I can’t keep caring about conveniency!
Only looking up words in my physical dictionary. As a kid, I loved reading my dictionary and encyclopedia but as technology progressed, it became easier to quickly open the next tab and search "what does [blank] mean?" without thinking. I honestly miss the feeling of cracking open a hardcover book and scanning through the words until I finally landed on what I was searching for. Plus I think dictionaries are good for truth/historical purpose, it’s not based in emotion ;) hehe
Buy photo albums again!! I still use disposable cameras so that’s not a problem, but instead of keeping my pics digital, I want to print them out from my phone and keep them safe in a beautiful family album like how my other memories are. I also was totally inspired by my mom bcs I seen her photo book from her teen years and it warmed my heart completely. Memories will always be cherished, even the silly ones. 
Praying 24/7. To talk, to reflect, to ask for guidance, etc. I’m realizing that praying isn’t to be done only when in a [blank] state of mind nor is it to be "perfect". (Direct reference to page 95)
Learning to not just whip out my headphones when I feel awkward. On page 100, I felt sooo called out when he said iPods created this way of living that now enables you to have a musical backdrop for your entire day lol. I love music too much to give it up whenever I’m outside especially since it helps with my emotions, but I do recognize that being plugged in constantly will not want to make people talk to me, and I want to look approachable and friendly!!
I eventually want to start taking 2 hour walks. That’s it.
Months ago, I wished badly to have love letters written about me from my future man haha, but I realized I could write myself love letters! I decided that every year I could write about what this year was about for me. I don’t know if I will still do that or if I’ll just write everything down in my journal and label that as my "love letter" but either way, I’m documenting off of my phone.
Just like when I was a kid, I now always carry a current book im reading, my word finder book and a notebook whenever I leave the house. Only problem is I need a bigger bag haha.
As a (Black) American, I think it’s crucial for me to learn the skills that my grandmother and great grandmother knew, things like sewing, quilting, and cooking without recipes lol, are what I want to know how to do as well. I think it’s a wonderful way to honor them and when I have my own family, I would love to teach my children too. These crafts should not be forgotten, it’s culture.
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decapitated-sticker · 1 month
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WHAT THE FUCKKKKK
No bcs I could litterally go on a rant on why bfidi/bfdia are sooo much better than bfb and tpot (IMO) cuz what the actual flip
Ermm so for starters bfdi is litterally the starting off point!! You don't have bfb or tpot without having bfdi first. And it's the only season so far the finished like an actual season with all the original cast members not being split up.
I love bfdi/bfdia BECAUSE of its like,,,rawness ig?? Like how organic it is. The two shows are passion projects and you can tell!! Not to say that tpot and bfb aren't, but they kind of loose some of that raw value that you find in bfdi and bfdia. And ik some people are like "oml it's just ur nostalgia🤓 he he hem hem" like yeah, I first watched bfdi/mainy bfdia when I was a kid and though the memories of it aren't clear, they are still prominent. I litterally started saying "jk kidding" because of pencil. (Among others quotes) And I feel like I still remember those quotes and little scenes now because they're just more memorable!! And that's bcs they're just better imo!! And i think theyre better because of how much creativity was poured into it!!
I don't wanna be that person that hates on new fans but like, alot of them tend to shit of bfdi and bfida and it's just so infuriating because those are the ones that are a product of true passion and creativity!! and yeah, maybe the humor isn't funny to you. Ok, whatever. It was a long time ago. And maybe the dialog is too "cringe" for you. Ok, I get that. Again, this was back in the 2010s. But it's being able to push past that and recognize that the two shows are just a product of true imagination and hard work is most important!!
Just going on a tangent here but object shows to me are expected to not be produced Iike a regular cartoon and have some errors and mistakes in them because that's how you know it's all just for fun. And I just feel like bfb and tpot loose that. Its fun, but it's not bfdi/bfdia fun. And I think this is because it became more of a career than a little side thing. Which sounds weird because it would be a dream to make object shows full time but then it's not something you can escape to anymore. IDK IF THIS MAKES SENSE BUT I HOPE IT DOES LOLOL
But yeah, disregarding bfdi and bfdia and calling them worse than their newer counterparts is disregarding what brought tpot and bfb to life in the first place.
EDIT: I also would like to add that I'm not hating on anyone who likes tpot or bfb more!! Not at all!! It's more so the people who love the newer two so much that they hate on the ogs!! And uhh since this post seems like a big new gen hate post, I'll also add that I love bfb and tpot as well! Obviously not as much as bfdi and bfdia, but I really enjoy how the two newer shows actually like, have deeper character developments! I loved watching characters I grew up watching get more screentime AND more depth!! Erm maybe I'll make a post on what tpot and bfb do right and why I think ppl like them more lolz
Anyway bye!!!!
NOT A HATE POST PLZ PLZ DONT TAKE IT THAT WAY😭😭😭
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id0what1want · 3 months
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Same anon as the battle quotes one and I’m so happy you liked my ask! Was a little nervous. Curious on how she’d react to being transported to Hisui, mainly reactions to like. The Galaxy team, the way of life, stuff like that!
Also if you want to do the battle aspect, it’d be interesting to see her quotes for how she’d react to seeing an Alpha for the first time, getting hit by a wild Pokémon’s attack, fall damage, being spotted while sneaking up on a mon, low HP for herself, battling a Noble Mon and stuff like that as well! :>
No need to be nervous anon, I don't bite!! Cereza totally does tho
This is incredibly interesting! I love the mask maker Kieran au in Hisui so I might piggyback off of that! Cereza would be bewildered at first, but considering the wild events of the story, would quickly shrug and be like "yeah that checks". Especially cuz of the whole SadaTuro time travel shenanigans. Honestly she likely ended up in Hisui by fucking with the lab in Area Zero when she definitely should not have.
Cereza would make a beeline for every Pokemon she doesn't recognize, she would be an amazing member of the Galaxy Team but I think they'd be scared senseless of her. I feel like she'd definitely squint really hard at a few characters due to their resemblance to characters she knows *cough* Adaman *cough* The way of life definitely reminds her of Kitakami and it does make her homesick. She was forced to spend multiple months away from Kieran and now time travel has come back to bite her in the ASS and takes her away from him again, she's definitely pissed. If she still has her Tera Orb and Miraidon (both of which she keeps hidden except from maybe the professor and anyone who's tech savvy) she's trying to reverse engineer a way home through them. On that note, I'd love to see them find each other in the mask maker au, that'd be dope. She's very upset that she doesn't have her Pokemon with her. If any of them are with her, it'd either be her Corviknight or her Dragapult, both never leave her side. I'm airing on the side of Charon, her Corviknight. (I have to do her pokemon team post sooo bad :') If Charon is with her, she would refuse to let anyone remove him from her side. If anyone tries, she quickly gets violent. I imagine she does copious amounts of research as a way to distract herself, which she already does in her own time anyway but now she has a whole new TIME PERIOD to record. She feels like Director Clavell when she has to write the pages to her own Pokedex. She does recognize a few Pokemon and puts two and two together, for example Perrin's Hisuian Growlithe, Basculegion is native to Kitakami, and Kleavor can be found in the Canyon Biome of the Terrarium. For this reason I'm sure she has a Kleavor on her Hisui team. She would reach the pond that Turtwig spawn by and cry (She has a Torterra on her team back home named Ginkgo). That and the pond reminds her of Wisteria Lake and she starts missing Kieran again. She would definitely harass a spiteful little fox into joining her team. She loves that Hisuian Zorua, but it definitely tries to kill her multiple times before she catches it. (The two definitely have the 'I only worked with you cuz I had to, we will NEVER be friends' 'Let's get through this together!' 'I HOPE YOU DIE') but they eventually work it out. I think she either invests in a Porygon-Z or a Rotom to try and work out a way back home. If Arceus is talking to her, she's definitely speeding through the tasks he gives her in order to return. She recognizes Ingo and does the surprised Pikachu face. Her reaction to Alpha Pokemon is starry eyed interest. She's with Irida at the time and she spots one and Irida explains the phenomenon to which Cereza books it towards the damn thing. Irida has to physically drag her away. Safe to say on her own time she gets roughed up by a few Alpha Pokemon but it's worth it for research purposes. Getting hit by a Pokemon's attack she can probably shrug off half the time (she spars with her Annihilape for Arceus sake) but the other half she grips her ribs and lets out a heavy sigh with the line "that smarts..." (She's Galarian, but the accent rarely pokes through)
SHE WOULD SUFFER SO MUCH FALL DAMAGE she will straight up forget she doesn't have a rotom phone and jump off cliffs. Charon has to save her SO MANY TIMES. She probably hits the ground and falls over with a groan before face palming her forehead with the heel of her palm like "Dammit, this is getting old..." Being spotted while sneaking up on a mon would normally never bother her- unless it's an Alpha in which she frantically starts rationalizing to it. Like it can hear her. She is so smart yet so stupid. She'd be sneaking through the woods and hear the growl of an Alpha Ursaluna behind her and she turns around and says with a sheepish smile. "Technically it's not trespassing since you don't have a land grant." and she gets freaking socked. Low HP for her probably wouldn't be anything beyond a few winces. Cereza is small but very durable, she prefers the wilderness to the indoors, and in a way, Hisui is amazing for that. She already likes to rough it in Paldea, exploration is like her favorite thing ever, Hisui is a haven for that. Kieran I'm sure remembers how Cereza spent multiple nights in Kitakami exploring the land because she couldn't get enough during the day. She'd come to orienteering the next morning with scuffed knees, messy hair, a little bit of dark circles, and the most excited grin as she asks Kieran about everything she saw the night before. She'd be so good at battling Noble Mon (again, spars with Annihilape) especially coupled with all her pent-up anger. She is probably taunting the damn thing half the time, she would get hit and laugh saying "Oh I'm WAYY harder to kill than that!" it almost looks like she has a death wish. On quiet nights when she can hear herself think, she misses home. Especially her onion boy. Losing him twice is a punch to the gut. She cries herself to sleep some nights into Charon's steel feathers, her only reminder of home. She feels like she's going insane all over again and when she's alone in caves or on top of mountains, all she can do is scream until her vocal cords beg her to stop. Cereza may be chaotic and fun, but she isn't stupid. She understands the gravity of her situation and it guts her. I might do another one exploring a full scenario/au where she and Kieran get thrown to the past and she hears rumors of a mask maker and it's him. THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASKS!! They get me thinking and this scenario is something I've never considered before!! :> Continue throwing in your two cents, anything is welcome!
✨Do whatever you want forever✨
~ Cytoplasm
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hopeswriting · 1 year
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Hi I saw your post on Skull and tv series about famous people and I raise you: The public have that sort of relationship to Skull's career as with many of the "acclaimed geniuses" usually the artsy ones aka. everyone knows him but nobody thinks they "understand his true depth", "he was very bright and loud but in private really he was actually sooo mysterious and it was impossible to tell what actually went on in his head when he spoke so much but rarely anything of substance about himself", "he was everyone's friend, but I always wondered if he returned the feeling, he always acted that way around everyone after all" etc. Someone is quoted talking about how he'd always laugh things off to hide what he really meant. It goes on.
BUT here is the KICKER: Skull isn't. He has his own depth of course, but all of this post-mortem rose tinted "mystery" is that he was young and fearless and cheerful and genuinely a bit dumb and hypocritical and very bad at elaborating on the things he said. And best part: now he will never live it down around the arcobaleno and this time it's not even him who was talking himself up in ridiculous ways. (Actually it'd be kinda funny too if it made some canon character actually believe it and look at him differently)
hi nonny, thank you for the ask! [post referenced]
nooo not the unseen depth zerfghfgc!!!! not the MYSTERIOUSNESS!!!! 😭🤣😭🤣😭🤣 and yeah you bet he ISNT nor was he EVER any of that lmfao, nonny i'm losing it over this.
but okay, now let ME raise you this: 1) i know it in my bones tsuna is the one to buy into all of that bullshit, no questions asked. yes, hyper intuition tsuna, the last one who should buy into it and know better, i know, but no, listen. i KNOW he watches that documentary or whatever and goes "omg, i can't believe i misunderstood skull this whole time. i need to apologize to him right now and do better, and also i should stand up for him from now on and help the others realize they've got it all wrong about him too".
and then no one can stop him or make him change his mind. least of all reborn, who's the one trying the hardest to stop him and change his mind. for a yet undetermined reason, but i just know he canNOT stand that new development, it just makes him soo mad.
wait, no, i just figured out why he'd hate everything about this. it's because he knows skull, thank you very much. he's among the few who got through the obnoxious ordeal of bearing his bullshit long enough to know him, and to even become begrudgingly glad he did and fond of him but we're not going to talk about that, but now? he's just supposed to stand there and be told he's only ever seen the surface of skull? that he--he, of all people--couldn't tell he was just seeing the surface of him? over decades of knowing each other? he's just supposed to let people not recognize and acknowledge the arduous and praiseworthy achievement that is him having gotten past skull's terrible first impressions until they became close for what it is?
he's just about foaming at the mouth, and tsuna does not give a single shit about it because, as everyone knows, reborn is skull's number one hater. and then tsuna's undeterred work to, like, rehabilitate skull's image or something, actually WORKS because if hyper intuition tsuna says so then??? surely there's some truth to it at the very least???? and it works even more because skull does NOTHING to clear up the misunderstanding.
which brings us to point 2) shameless little gremlin that he is to his core, skull absolutely finds this the funniest thing and takes FULL advantage of it. like suddenly tsuna & co (the 10th gen/varia/shimon/etc) start to actually pay attention to him whenever he's around, trying to see """through him""", and skull makes sure to always be all like "oooh look at me not talking much à la hibari, i'm sooo mysterious and definitely thinking some deep thoughts and not trying really hard to not burst out laughing". or like, the arco are their usual rough but playful selves with him, and instead of snapping at them with no heat behind it either in a well-rehearsed routine the way he'd usually do, instead he's all like "oooh look at me and my fake laugh à la yamamoto. am i really laughing this off because i don't mind or am i just doing it to hide how it actually hurt me? there's sooo much unseen depth inside me".
and they buy it. go all like "oh shit??? maybe--????". and the arco are losing their shit because 3) okay look. consider this: the arco are the ones miserable over this, and skull is the one not letting them live down the new-found appreciation everyone else but them suddenly has of him. because like, the arco's reaction to this can only go one of two ways: either they find it just as funny as skull and help him pull off the whole "yeah this is actually the real me, you just didn't care to notice it before" act, OR. they just absolutely canNOT stand it. they're so mad about it. they're sooo mad about it. they did NOT unexpectedly survive through a curse alongside skull, only to hear they somehow missed everything about him that would have made him more bearable lmao. especially from people among whom most of them have never spent more than an hour with him. have never even TALKED to him even once. their blood pressure is through the roof while skull is living his best life and does not give a single shit about it. also becomes best friends with tsuna in the process of this whole thing because i say so.
anyway. i couldn't stop laughing while answering this nonny, i love it so much. and idk if you remember this @cloudspark @ravensilversea @juudaimes-true-form, but here's the hilarious sequel of the netflix's skull series au ezrsfgvhfd
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starlitangels · 2 years
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Hey Star! I was re-reading your Pack AU (I love Rose and Gabriel, so cute!), I was wondering what would their parents think if the kids or teenagers, ever time-travelled to the past. David and Angel who only have been together for 2 years suddenly see Natalie and Gabriel appear in their living room. Angel would probably squeal in delight and would want to know all about their future kids!
Oh man! I never would have thought of this but now I have.
Davey would probably be sooo suspicious that these two teenagers are not really his kids but Angel's like, "Davey, look! He's got your eyes! And she's got mine! But she's got your nose." Natalie and Gabriel would be a bit dumbfounded like, "Wow... our parents look so young. Like, where's Dad's grey hair?"
Gabriel and Natalie try to think of ways to prove that they're Davey and Angel's kids and it goes something like...
Gabriel: Anniversary? Natalie: No rings—not married yet Gabriel: Garage code? Natalie: That is their anniversary, numbskull Angel: *leans over to whisper to Davey* Oh, they're definitely siblings
I will now spend the rest of the evening brainstorming a noncanon one-shot snippet for this lol XD
Here it is XD It's 1.3k words XD
Natalie stumbled a bit as she landed. Gabriel caught and steadied her. They looked around. "Where... are we?" Natalie asked.
Gabriel scrunched his eyebrows. "I recognize it. Not sure where from."
Natalie stepped lightly through the living room they were in to the console table holding up the TV. She bent to study a picture frame propped up on it. "Gabe—look!" she whispered. Her brother snuck up behind her and peered over her shoulder.
"That's... that's our parents!" Gabriel hissed. They both cast their eyes around the room. "That's how I recognize this place. Pictures from before we were born. We moved to our house not long after you were born. Dad said we needed the upsize so you and I could have our own rooms and Dad could still have his office. I mean, I was probably two when we moved so I don't remember this place at all."
"This is trippy," Natalie said.
"Agreed."
Davey stopped in his tracks halfway between his car and our front door, hand tightening around mine. "What's wrong, baby?" I asked.
"Auras. Inside. Two of them. Shifters."
I snorted. "Probably just Ash and Milo trying to mess with us. Move the furniture three inches to the left and all that."
"I hope you're right," David said. "Stay behind me anyway."
I fell a step behind him, still clinging to his hand as he unlocked the front door and shoved it open. He shut it firmly behind me when we were both inside.
"I know you're there," David said sternly. "I can feel your auras. Come out, Ash."
Two figures emerged from where they were hiding behind the sofa. Not Milo and Asher. Teenagers. A girl and a boy. The boy was tall—taller, even, than Davey. Though not by much. The girl was about a foot shorter. She stepped between us and the boy, just slightly. They looked a lot alike. Similar face shapes, same nose, same strong brows, same hair color and texture.
The girl swore under her breath.
"Watch your language, young lady," David said.
The girl recoiled like he'd struck her.
David blinked and shook his head—like he wasn't sure why he'd even said that. He took a deep breath. "Who are you two and how did you get in here?" he growled.
"Don't bother," the girl said. "You can't beat both of us in a fight." She cut herself off and glanced between Davey and the boy who was obviously her brother. "Actually, this young, maybe you could."
"What makes you think I wouldn't be able to?" David snapped.
"Because you taught us how to fight, Dad!" the girl snapped.
"Dad?" I quoted. "What?" I looked at David. "You're a little young for teenagers."
The boy snorted. "Well, this is going to sound ridiculous, but... we're your children. From the future. Both of yours," he said, nodding between me and Davey.
I popped out from where Davey was covering most of my body. "Wait, really?" I asked, a smile forming on my face.
"No, angel, they're not," David said. "How could they be?" I could feel the rumble of a growl forming in his chest.
The girl put one hand out placatingly. "Just, listen. Hear me out. My name is Natalie Jean Shaw. This is my older brother Gabriel David Shaw."
"Oh, my God," I said softly, moving to step closer to them. David tightened his grip on my hand.
"They're lying, angel," he said.
The boy—Gabriel—looked down at the girl—Natalie. "How do we prove it to them both?" he asked quietly. Her mouth gaped open and closed as she tried to think. "Anniversary?"
"Look at their hands. No rings. Not married yet."
"Garage code?"
"That is their anniversary, dumbass."
Gabriel swore under his breath. David flinched like the impulse to tell him off the way he had the girl reared its head.
"You could shift," Natalie suggested.
"What, not you?"
"I'm nothing special."
"You look just like him." Gabriel threw his head in David's direction.
"Yeah but you look just like—" she cut herself off again. "You know."
Gabriel shook his head. "Still—I don't think it'll prove anything."
"It's worth a shot, jerk."
"Last resort, brat."
I leaned closer to Davey. "Well, if nothing else, they're definitely siblings."
David scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Stay here, angel," he said. He stalked closer to the teenagers. "Look, you're wearing on my patience. So either tell me who you really are or f—"
"Caelum!" Natalie exclaimed.
David froze like she'd used ice magic on him. "Wh... what?" David demanded.
Natalie met his eyes. "Caelum. When you were a little boy, your imaginary friend was named Caelum. Pink sweater. Curly hair. Horns. Big smile."
David took a step away from her like she'd hit him. So similar in body language to how she'd done it before. "How... how the hell do you know that name?"
"Because you told me about him—when I was three. I decided he was my imaginary friend too. You painted such a clear picture of him that I can still see him in my head," Natalie said. "C'mon, Dad—" She caught herself. "—David. I'm not using any magic right now and not even a trained Telepath could dig that far back into your memories without you feeling it. I'm your daughter. This is your son." She gestured to Gabriel. "Look at us. Really look."
David peered at the two teenagers. I took a step forward, trying to see them better myself.
"Davey—he's got your eyes," I whispered. Gabriel's gaze met mine. The same emerald green as David's. The exact same green. He had David's nose—and the same hair texture and color, too. Stick-straight and brown. Natalie's was similar, but worn in a long French braid. "And she's got your nose." They both had David's nose.
But Natalie...
She looked a lot like me. Her eyes flicked to mine and her irises were the same color as mine.
I pushed around David and crossed the rest of the living room, circling around the back of the sofa and throwing my arms around the kids. Davey tried to protest but couldn't seem to find it in him.
Natalie rested her head against my shoulder like she was built to fit there. Gabriel rested his chin on the top of my head with practiced targeting. "My kids. My sweet children," I said—softly, happily. Natalie chuckled as tears pricked her eyes. She gave me a tight squeeze—perfectly judging how tight she could hold before she hurt me. She'd done this before.
David stared. "Shift for me. Both of you," he said.
I backed up. Gabriel and Natalie exchanged a look and a nod.
They both bent forward and shifted.
Both wolves were pitch black, and nearly the same size.
But Gabriel had a streak of grey going back over his forehead, and down his neck before disappearing under the collar of his shirt.
David was rigid as a board, staring at Gabriel.
"Angel," David breathed, reaching out for me. I took his hand, letting him gather me to his side. "He looks just like my dad."
The teens transformed back. Natalie brushed a stray hair back into her braid. "Believe us yet?" she asked in a tone that sounded so much like me it made me snicker.
Davey didn't even let me go to give the kids a hug. Both returned it with relieved enthusiasm, wrapping arms around me and him. "You're our kids," Davey whispered, almost like he didn't believe it.
"We are," Gabriel agreed. "And I'm really glad this didn't get violent."
"Pacifist," Natalie said quietly.
"Shut up, brat—I can still beat you in a fight."
"Cannot, you jerk."
"Enough," David put in.
Gabriel laughed. "Now that sounded like the you we're used to," he remarked.
I laughed along with him.
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derringerrmeryl · 1 year
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✏️🌠 kure time 😎
ITS KURE TIME!! my friends r so nice to me I get to talk about kure so much today 🥹
✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?
Other than the quote that I made up for them for their playlist description ("But I won't give in, because death is a mercy he doesn't deserve") I probably associate them with the chorus of Henceforth by Orangestar post their arc, particularly these lyrics
仕方なくもう一回 (I've got no other choice so I'll push through) 変わらぬ今日を征くんだよ (one more unchanging today) 何度でも (as many times as it takes)
But pre their character development probably most of I think I saw a ghost by One Hope but also this part of the verse
I can't escape the feeling I'm not human It's just a subliminal act I think I'm losing my mind Working overtime Till my heartbeat stops on a dime
🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?
This very specific question will haunt me and I've been staring at it for a while and it's sooo hard to think about specifically what they'd want. I want to say yayy friendship but no. post their arc they'd also come to terms with their father's murder being unsolved, so nothing along those lines either. Certainly not bringing their mother back.
most likely it'd be something along the lines of making it easier for the justice system to be rebuilt, or for people to be truly given the justice they deserve. Saying that they wish for everything to truly be fixed then and there is selfish- because that's only Kure's perception of justice (despite their All Out Attack quote) being enacted there. They recognize that only following the law of one person's decision and not the people is something that is...tyrannical, in a sense. They don't want to be the one pulling the strings, it feels too much like being who used to pull theirs. Having it be easier to pursue their own goals would not only be ideal for them, but for people who want to do the same, or for people experiencing the injustice that kure seeks to eradicate.
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yanderefairyangel · 4 months
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How different do you think Sombron and Fell Xenologue Sombron are ?
Well
first off we know 0 thing about Xenobron's past. In Sombron's case however we know that he used to be a scared and timid child much like Alear and Veyle so the first big major difference is that our Sombron is a man trapped in the pact whereas it is likely not the case for Xenobron seeing how making him a Native to his Elyos changes this one detail. Since he is born in his Elyos and descendant from a common ancestor with Lumera, he cannot have endured what our Sombron went through which is to say the destruction of his home town, the genocide of his tribe which made him reliant and dependent on 0 Emblem and entrapped in his past, hatred and revenge. So the reason that lead him to try to conquer Elyos are... unknown. According to Rafal, he might have tried to collect the bracelets to open a portal (if I recall) but that's not saying much.
When it comes to their relationship with their children, the biggest change is that Sombron calls Alear and Veyle defect whereas Xenobron calls Nil and Rafal failures. We know that both had a lot of kids with Xenobron having more children, however whereas Sombron and Zephia couldn't bother recall their face and name safe for Alear, Xenobron, despite the fact that there was sooo many of them that they couldn't be identified was SOMEHOW able to tell that Rafal wasn't Nil. When they look identical.... and Sombron in chapter 24 didn't really care about what was happening and was just waiting for Alear to do the dirty job. In fact, he wasn't watching over Veyle either as she was able to easily wander aroung and since Sombron is the eptiome of "I don't care" with his monotone voice and his lack of reaction (dude has a much tension as a starfish) it's easy to see that he doesn't really pay attention to his kids. Xenobron however seemed to at least watch over Nel and Rafal because they interested him. Which I repeat, this never happened with Sombron. Even Alear, who is declared the "best of his children" never caught his attention until the day Alear killed him.
From this we can see that Sombron never acknowledge or recognized his children has having any potential and always underestimated them, such is also evident in the fact that he only gave Zephia the helmet in chapter 18, thinking that her brainwash and his power would be enough to get rid of Veyle only to realize that she was harder to get rid of then he though and thus leading him to make the helmet. Even then, the only moment where he actually had something let's say for Veyle and Alear was when both killed him. See chapter 22, see his boss quote against Veyle. Xenobron however does notice the potential in his children since it's in this mindset he approached Nel and latter Rafal.
Likewise, the brainwashing of the children is completely different motives. Sombron wanted to get rid of Veyle because he considered her kind nature to be a nuisance since it lead her to openly defy him. Rafal however was already the kind of person that he could need so the reason why he brainwash him wasn't to get rid of a nuisance.
Also someone mentionned it already but
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Basically, without being obsessed by revenge and 0 Emblem, Xenobron is essentially just a calculating person who is more obsessed with Nel and or Rafal perpetuating his legacy of ruins and desolation then Sombron who clearly doesn't give single damn and just wanna leave Elyos.
However, this made Xenobron less resistant then Sombron.
So while personality wise there is so subtle differences, they still exist. The biggest difference mainly steems from their birth, origins and genes polls tho
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I used to think that it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe.
--Marcus Cole, Babylon 5, Season 3: Point of No Return, Episode 13: A Late Delivery from Avalon
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Lost in Assistance - Ch. 5
Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader
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Summary: Y/n is a professional celebrity's personal assistant in Hollywood got hired with two years contract to be the assistant of the famous and talented Elizabeth Olsen / Lizzie by her manager. Both Y/n and Lizzie hate each other since day one, and they have mutual friend. One is as stubborn as the other, will Y/n stay when Lizzie gives attitudes and tries her best to make her quit before the contract ends?
Warning: fluff, angst, smut (in future chapters), swearing words ( +18 only)
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“Hey, I’m leaving now. Are you there yet?” Lizzie texted shortly after she turned on her car. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” Aubrey replied. “Okay, on my way. It won’t get me too long to get there.” She tossed her cell phone onto the passenger side seat and started to drive.
It’s almost lunch time hour, the traffic is getting undeniably more crowded. It’s typical L.A traffic with its uncertainty crowd flow on random parts here and there. While driving Lizzie starts to think about the meeting today. A part of her actually feels bad knowing that you might have heard what she said on the phone. Deep down she knows it’s not your fault to be caught in the middle of this whole matter. The more she thinks about it, the more it triggers her memory that your were actually the girl who smiled nicely to her at the coffee shop who didn’t do anything that made Lizzie get recognized when she was trying to not to be and that was why Lizzie nodded and smiled as an appreciation towards you.
Of course once her common sense slowly starts to get her to think in the right way, her stubbornness quickly erupts and plays with her emotion again. Especially when her memory rewinded the view when your left hand grabbed the pen and signed the contract even after she gave you a cold intimidating statement then it was followed by the memory of all of her conversations with Jane and her mom who hired you without her agreeing to it. It makes her feel that they don’t think she is old enough to deal with this situation. Her anxiety only makes her more emotional in handling this matter and forces her to dislike you even more and to think what she should do to make you quit.
All the thinking while driving clearly makes it feels faster to get to the restaurant where she's meeting Aubrey. She parked her car, then walked into this quiet restaurant. She was greeted by the host then she explained she is meeting her friend here as her green eyes are searching for where Aubrey sits. “Lizzie! Over here!” Aubrey’s voice quickly caught her attention. Lizzie sees her sitting at the table in the patio and walks to her.
“Hey, how are you? It took longer to get here than you thought huh?” She gave Lizzie a hug. “Hey, how are you? Yeah, sorry, I got caught in a little traffic.” Lizzie sighed then she took a seat. The girls order some food and drink to accompany them while they are catching up.
“Sooo, what's up with your text yesterday. What do you want to figure out together with me? From your text, I can feel you were upset.” Aubrey starts the conversation. “Really? You can sense how I feel from my text?” Lizzie rolled her eyes playfully. “Of course, we are best friends, more like a soulmate I think but seriously what’s going on?” She joked around but tried to dig into what's going on at the same time.
Lizzie starts with a sigh and takes a sip of her drink. “Do you remember when I told you that Jane and my mom are thinking of getting me a new personal assistant?”
“Yeah? They still talk about it with you?” Aubrey said as she took a bite of her food.
“Even worse! They hired one already regardless of the fact that I said that I don't need one. I met her this morning. She came by with Mitchel Elrod to sign the contract and everything. Turns out she is his best friend.” Lizzie explained with huge annoyance.
“Oh yeah, I remember him. I got my assistant from his company. Does she know how you feel about this thing?”
“Oh that part, she might have heard what I said when I was talking with you on the phone this morning because I didn’t know that she was sitting in front of me in the waiting room. I felt terrible actually but then in the meeting I was thinking fuck it so I told her bluntly straight to her face that I actually don’t need her and I’m here because I’m forced to give it a try so this better be worth it.” Lizzie put her head to her hands, her thumbs massage her temples a little bit.
Aubrey gasped, “No you did not! Then what did she say?” Aubrey got so invested with what’s going on.
“Nothing really. She just said she hopes I like the way she works. That’s all. I was hoping she would change her mind and say no to work for me after what I said to her, but then she signed everything like she was trying to say “challenge accepted” to me.” Lizzie motions an air quote then takes another sip of her drink to calm herself down. “It’s like a competition to me now. This just made me doesn’t like her more.” She added.
“So I need your help to figure out how to make her quit because the contract said it can be terminated if there is a mutual agreement from both parties. So if one day she says she wants to quit, I will agree to it and boom! Case close!” Lizzie told her idea with confidence.
“Why are you trying so hard anyway? I meant Jane and your mom have a point. She will be very busy, they just want someone to help to provide your needs at work. You're gonna have a few busy years sister with all the upcoming filmings and others. It’s for your own sake I guess.” Aubrey shrugged as she tried to talk Lizzie out.
“Oh my God! Aubrey, you are supposed to be on my side. The problem is my anxiety. It’s hard to adjust with new people. This is also about how they don’t listen to my opinion or what I want. They hired her without finalizing it with me first.” Lizzie explains in frustration.
“It’s also about your ego isn’t it?” Aubrey added as she knows her best friends very well. 
“They know you would still say no even if they asked you before they hired her and honey I really understand your anxiety, I'm so sorry. Okay, I’ll help you. Why don’t you just give her hard times at work? Give her “hell” at work.” She suggested.
“And how do I do that?” Lizzie asked in confusion.
“I don’t know. Just be as bitchy as you can, ask ridiculous things. Make her do stuff that doesn’t make sense. So basically gets on her nerves every single day, I guess. Be difficult, you know what I meant.” Aubrey continues with her suggestions.
“I think you are right! Aubrey you are a genius! Thank you!” 
“What would you do without me?” Aubrey rolls her eyes joking around. “Anyway, what’s her name again? How does she look?” All of this conversation made Aubrey curious and pulled out her phone.
“Y/n Y/l/n. She looks okay and well dressed. A little taller than me. She’s - “ Aubrey all of a sudden cuts her off before she can even finish her sentence. 
“Wait! what?! Y/n Y/L/n?” Aubrey is as surprised as she can be, then looks at her phone and shows it to her confused friend. “Is this her?” Lizzie squints her eyes as she takes a look at the social media account profile Aubrey shows her. “YES! That’s her. Wait, how do you know? Please don’t tell me you know her too.” Lizzie covers her face with both of her hands as a sign of frustration.
“Actually, Yes I know her. I know her from a mutual friend quite a while ago. She also introduced me to Mitchel. I didn’t know she came back to work with him. I haven’t seen her for a while, we just sometimes text each other here and there just to say hi.”
“Aww, she hasn’t really changed. I always like the way she dresses and her good taste of music. Look, isn’t she cute?” Aubrey smirked jokingly as she continued checking Y/n’s social media on her phone and showed it to Lizzie.
“What are you talking about Aubrey? Cute or not, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m upset with this whole situation and I already do not like her, besides I don’t date girls. I’m dating Robbie. You know that! So can you focus here please?" Lizzie snapped her finger to regain Aubrey's attention back to the main topic.
“Haha, okay chill. I was just joking because you are so tense right now. You are dating Robbie but it doesn't look or feel like you guys are dating. You both barely spend time together. He is too busy with his band and his tours. You know what? I started to think he dates you just to boost his fame.” Aubrey casually points out her opinion to her best friends.
“Aubrey, I’m here not to talk about my relationship.” Lizzie reminded her why they are there.
“Okay okay!” Aubrey laughed. “Anyway, I don’t think I can help you to give more ideas to annoy y/n at work. I love you but I didn’t know it was Y/n you were talking about. She’s my friend too, I can't do that to her. At least I gave you the idea in the beginning but just considered I never tell you anything. Sorry babe, I hope you understand.”
“That’s too bad but okay, I understand.” She pouted but she can’t complain because at least Aubrey already gave her a little rough idea what to do.
The girls used the chance to also catch up with each other’s life but unfortunately it has to come to an end as one of them has to go home.
“Okay Liz, sorry I gotta go. I’ll see you when I see you, okay. Remember, don’t hate her too much if you don’t want to end up falling for her. Well that was what old people used to say, I think.” Aubrey teased Lizzie while giving her a goodbye hug.
“Aubrey stop! That won’t happen. See you soon. Thanks for the help.” Lizzie hugs her goodbye. Lizzie then got into her car and pulled her phone out.
“Hey Y/n, this is Elizabeth Olsen. On friday, we are supposed to drive together to my photoshoot location. Meet me at the office at 6 AM. We’ll take your car from there. Oh, don’t forget my coffee. The one I like. It’s on the list.” Lizzie texted Y/n with no signs of compromise in text.
“Hi. Ms. Olsen, I thought the schedule was at 8 AM but okay, I will meet you there at 6 AM on Friday, with your coffee.” Agreeing is all y/n can do. It’s the first day of work anyway, what’s the worst could happen.
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Death and an Angel part 3
Death!Din and Cupid F!Reader
Summary: You and Din have an unexpected heart-to-heart about what it means to be Death and a Cupid on route to a planet where Din’s potential soulmate lives.
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,500
Warnings: Pining, smidge of angst, more plot development, Razor Crest (RIP I miss you darling!), a made-up home world for the reader (yes, yes, there’s like a million I could have picked but my brain said NOPE)
Author Note: Ahhhh, the comments are so amazing from you all! Thank you everyone out there sparing time to check out my little universe, it makes me sooo happy you have no idea! As always, I hope you enjoy this new segment as I try to plot this story out and get these two idiots to acknowledge there just might be something between them. 
Also special thanks to @codenamewitcher​​ for including the first two parts on Weekly Fanfic Recs. Be sure to go check out the list for a whole bunch of fantastic stories!
Links to Part 1, Part 2 and Part 4
Photo Inspiration: (What I imagine is beneath the armor in this scene...*dreamy sigh*)
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There is a distinct silence that can only be found in hyperspace when the stars outside resemble sparkling streaks of silver tinsel and your breath is trapped within your lungs as you’re awestruck by the sheer beauty of it all. You experience this silence aboard the Razor Crest, sitting in the cockpit behind Din as he pilots his beloved gunship. It isn’t the first time you’ve been a passenger, having traveled with Din on two previous ventures where your Cupid services were required on planets far away from your home on Umbriel.
Off-world assignments for you were generally rare since your bosses were more inclined to choose Cupids of higher ranking to handle those clients, but sometimes you were the only available option left. Which, come to think of it, is exactly how you became the one roped into meeting with Death every full moon. Your bosses decided someone needed to check up on him to make sure he wasn’t reaping anyone before their fated time and thus messing with the natural order of things. You privately have reached the conclusion it was a decision made during a fit of paranoia as you had yet to find any evidence suggesting Din ever broke a single one of the universe’s rules, let alone even considered the mere possibility.
When you did travel for assignments, you never stopped feeling like a goldfish being dumped out of your familiar little bowl and into a massive ocean full of strange oddities. You would often find yourself wasting time trying to successfully navigate the unknown world when you should have been focused on tracking down your client’s soulmate.
That’s why Din had offered to start traveling with you. Actually, in his own words it was because, “You think about love so much you don’t see trouble until it’s an inch in front of you. Someone’s got to be there to look after you.”
You’d tried to argue, told him you had never experienced trouble and that if you did then you could handle it with your bow. All Cupid’s were required to master archery for self-defense purposes, though Din’s responding snort of derision made you suspect he wasn’t convinced of your skills. You wondered if he thought, just as humans incorrectly did, a Cupid only used their bow to spread love and lust. Or maybe he just thought you weren’t capable of such finesse. It was an insulting assumption, fueling you with the burning desire to prove him wrong. One day, you keep telling yourself, a repetitive chant. One day you’ll show him just how capable you are with your weapon and you imagine his look of shock, whether worn openly on his face or hidden beneath the visor of his helmet, will be utterly priceless.
But in the meantime, you’re in no hurry to encounter trouble. Finding enjoyment in taking these trips with him on his ship instead.
The Razor Crest had actually been a complete surprise to you when Din first welcomed you on it; primarily because the notion of him using such a primitive form of transportation despite the powers he possessed as Death was too outrageous to wrap your head around. However, it took less than ten minutes soaring through space for you to discover just how many details of the universe you were missing by relying on your Cupid abilities to teleport yourself between locations. Never would you have imagined Death to be the one to teach you to love the slowness of travel, to let your eyes linger on all the beautiful wonders along the way. But that’s exactly what happened.
You turn your head away from the window to look at Din. From your angle, all you glimpse is the back of his helmet, reflecting the passing starlight. Soon you’ll be introducing Din to the first immortal on your list of potential soulmates.
Death, you quickly correct yourself. He’s only Din when he’s around you.
You initially thought he elected to wear his armor because you told him he could to ease his comfort, but now you think it’s because this is him meeting his potential soulmate as himself. It is easy to forget sometimes this is the image of Death—a warrior enshrouded in beskar, cunning and ruthless—that is recognized throughout the universe. And feared.
If the handsome face he concealed was known instead, you wonder if mortals would readily choose to embrace the ending of their lifetime, rather than foolishly seek to run from its inevitability.
“What is it?” Din’s baritone voice startles you as it shatters the quietness. The modulator within his helmet gives his tone a low raspiness that never fails to send a chill down your spine when you hear it.
“Huh?” You respond ineloquently.
“You’ve been staring at the back of my head for the last five minutes, angel. I figured you had something worth saying.”
“Oh, no. I was just thinking about you.”
Immediately you wish a meteor would collide with the ship, providing you with the necessary distraction to escape and find somewhere you can hide until the end of time.
“...What about me were you thinking?” Din wonders after a solid thirty seconds of pure silence, voice somehow conveying an equally blended mixture of intrigue and wariness. He flips on the ship’s autopilot and turns in his seat to pin you with his gaze, apparently unwilling to let you try and weasel yourself out of the conversation.
You roll the question around in your mind, wanting to give an answer that satisfies him without it also embarrassing yourself further.
“I was thinking how much of an enigma you are,” you murmur at last, leaning back in the chair with your arms crossing over your stomach. “You wield such incredible powers and yet you choose to wear a human face, to call this man-made ship your home and to also spend your spare time living amongst those you will eventually reap. Why are these your choices?”
He tilts his head, and you just know there is a little crease of bewilderment appearing between his eyebrows right now even if you can’t see it. For as much as he is a puzzle you can’t put together, he is also at times an open book that you will never tire of reading.
“I would think you, more than most beings, would understand the discomfort that stems from loneliness and the lengths one will go to ease it,” he says, not unkindly. He mirrors your position, maneuvering himself until he’s comfortable in his seat and totally oblivious to the dilating of your pupils as you observe every subtle shift of his armor-clad body. “Isn’t that the true purpose of Cupids? To spare individuals the ache of living a life of solitude by introducing them to someone to love so they no longer feel it.”
“That’s a poetic way of putting it,” you answer, smiling softly and shrugging your shoulders. “My superiors would just quote our mantra back at me when I used to ask. Amor vincit omnia.”
“Love conquers all.”
You shouldn’t be surprised he’s able to translate such an ancient and obscure language, but your eyes widen regardless. “That’s right.”
His voice is unusually soft when he asks, “Do you like being a Cupid?”
You stare at him, caught off guard by how easily he’s changed the topic of the conversation from himself to you. You’re used to taking orders and being thanked for your services, but no one has ever asked you if you liked doing any of it.
“I’m good at it,” you finally say, even though it’s not really an answer.
He nods his head still, as if he understands. A part of you thinks he actually does.
You lick your lips, eyeing him hesitantly. “Do you...like being Death?”
“I’m good at it,” he echoes, but your words sound somber coming from his lips.
The cockpit fills with hushed silence again, but there’s a unique tenderness unlike ever before. Minutes seem to stretch on for entire seasons as you watch one another, content to simply coexist and revel in each other’s presences.
It would be so easy to slip off his helmet and kiss him right now.
You stiffen, stunned at your own thought, but you aren’t given the chance to analyze it further as an alarm on the ship’s control panel announces with a resounding beep you’ve reached your destination.
Din spins in his seat, reclaiming control of the steering to begin the ship’s landing process. You look out the front window at the large green-blue planet drawing nearer with every anxious tick of your heartbeat.
“We’re here,” you say needlessly, forcing excitement into your voice. Fake it till you make it, isn’t that the human expression?
“Who is it we’re meeting on this backwater skug hole?” Din asks, pressing a series of buttons above his head.
You kick the back of his seat. “Be nice,” you scold when he shoots you a look. He mutters something unintelligible under his breath as he turns back around, prompting you to roll your eyes. “She’s a goddess of springtime and motherhood. The locals call her Omera.”
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Private and Public
Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader Word count: 1.4k Summary: People don’t usually realize that you’re in a relationship since you weren’t one for PDA with your boyfriend. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to display affection, it was more the Public part that made you nervous. But one night at a party that might change. Warning: None Requested by Anon: malia x reader or stiles x reader. The reader is like a ('baby gay' for malia) (first relationship for stiles) and is shy/a bit nervous about doing things simple things like hugging or holding hands and they find it cute but also comfort the reader say stuff like its okay, we can take it slow, and kinda just doing things like hugging more often to get them use to it. idk sorry feel free to to change it up and do what you want. Anyway have a good day~ 🦊,🐺or🙃. A/N: so I realize I haven’t uploaded anything at all in over a week, but life’s a bitch so I’m not gonna make empty promises of me starting to upload regularly again. I guess thing’s will be uploaded when they’ll be uploaded. I’m really sorry for all those who look forward to scheduele stuff, but I hope you understand. Lot’s of love, Brina
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The red plastic cup in your hand was still filled up to the brim, the only change was the temperature that it had taken on during the hour that you had nursed it without even attempting to take a sip of the gross beer inside. Honestly, you weren‘t all too sure why exactly you had agreed to tag along to the party, neither were you sure why you were even asked to. When Scott had heard of the party a bunch of juniors and seniors had planned to have on a clearing in the woods, he knew it was a recipe for disaster. The pack had tried its best to stop the party from happening altogether, but to no avail, so instead they decided that they‘d come along to keep an eye out for potential danger. Every single pack-member in the appropriate age-group - aka still in school - had shown up, even Brett and Theo had joined in, which meant that any potential danger would have to be careful. Still, you couldn‘t quite understand why you‘d been asked to come along since you were quote-on-quote ‘just a human‘ and were usually kept away from any immediate danger the second it seemed to be in your vicinity. Not today though, today you were basically dragged with them to attend the party no matter if you wanted to be there or not and Lydia had forced you to dress in something other than the nice PJ’s that you had been chilling in earlier that day. “Hey, it’s Y/N, right?” a boy asked as he joined your side. You inspected him for a few seconds until the cogs in your head finally clicked and you realized that he was in your english lit. class. “Mhm, you’re-” you bit your lip and squinted your eyes as you tried your best to recall what his name was, “James?” “Close, it’s Jim,” the boy chuckled and smiled at you. You recognized that smile and even though you had to admit that you were a bit naive, you knew that the boy wasn’t talking to you just for the sake of getting to know you as a friend. Not quite sure what you could do about it, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. “This party is pretty boring, what?” “Well, it’s a party in the woods in the middle of the week so I doubt there was much possibility for this to be the party of the century,” you shrugged and looked around at all the drunk people who’d definitely regret drinking so much the next morning. “You know,” Jim started and you had a bad feeling you knew where this was going, “We could get out of here, My parents aren’t home, sooo-” he scratched the back of his head and you just couldn’t help but sigh. “Listen Jim, you’re really nice, really, but I’m in a relationship.” “Oh, Ohh, okay, sorry I didn’t mean to...uhm… I just- I never saw you with anyone, I thought you were- I- Uhm- I’ll leave,” he rambled before taking a big sip of the beer he was holding and walking away with his ears tinted red-ish. You gave another sigh and shook your head slightly as you thought his words over. It was true, now that you thought about it, he had no real way of knowing that you weren’t single anymore and even though usually you didn’t mind that thought, suddenly it was somewhat bothering you. You and Stiles had been dating each other for just about a month now, but besides the other pack members and your families no one really knew about it since you weren’t really into PDA. Well, it wasn’t quite that, if you were honest. It was just that this was your first relationship and you were incredibly nervous at everything it included. It wasn’t that you felt uncomfortable with Stiles, it was the exact opposite actually, being with him was the time you felt most at ease, but you were just very anxious that you’d accidentally screw up. Of course, you also feared that your nervousness would annoy him and he’d decide that you were not worth it, but that fear was absolutely rootless since he was the most supportive boyfriend you could imagine. Oftentimes you could see the longing in his eyes when he was looking at you sitting besides him at Lunch and you knew that he just wanted to put his arm around you and give you a kiss, but held himself back for you sake. He also kept on telling you that it was okay and that you didn’t need to do something uncomfortable just to please him, that he was happy with all the cuddles and kisses he got in private and that he was more than ready to take it slow. What he did to help you otherwise was that he tried to get you used to a little bit of physical contact: hand holding in the car, small hugs throughout the day, cute little texts in class and the such. Suddenly, as you were thinking about it, you felt the strong urge to find Stiles and hug him no matter how many people were around and if you didn’t still have the completely full cup in your hand you’d think you could’ve been a little bit tipsy. You looked through the crowd searching for any sign of your boyfriend and the first thing that caught you eyes was the blond locks of a certain scarf-wearing-werewolf glimpsing through a group of junior girls that were giggling about something. With a rush of determination surging through you, you made your way through the masses of teenagers - somehow managing to hand your cup to someone on the way - and ended up only a few feet away from Isaac without having been accidentally punched or stumbling. It was like a scene in a movie when you came closer and recognized a few other pack members standing around Issac and they acted like a curtain that opened up as you got closer and revealed the most incredible boy in the world. If you’d been an outstander and had seen you stop in your tracks with a goofy, love-sick smile on your lips and your eyes almost watering up, you would’ve thought that you were watching a cheap romance movie, but you weren’t an outsider- no, you were you and you were looking at your boyfriend feeling full of love and admiration. Starting to walk again, you were sure to earn a few confused glances as you slid through between Isaac and Allison and more or less launched yourself at Stiles, your arms quickly interlocking around his waist and you face pressed into his chest. Stiles was obviously surprised at the sudden attack as he stumbled a few steps backwards before stabilizing and reciprocating the hug. You were very happy that your pack was so accommodating as they just shared some confused glances before continuing the conversation like nothing happened. “Are you okay?” Stiles leaned down and whispered in your ear, obviously worried by the sudden need for affection. “Mhm,” you nodded and basket in his hug for a few seconds more before looking up at him and smiling, “I just love you a lot and I missed you.” “I drove you here, we saw each other half an hour ago,” Stiles chuckled, but his cheeky smile showed that he was endeared by your sudden clinginess. “That was too long,” you just sighed and wished he would lean down to kiss you, but then your state of adrenalin and bluntness left you and your nervousness returned. Slowly you retracted your arms and went to stand beside him when you saw that the other pack members were looking at you with smiles on their lips. Blood rushed towards your face and your ears and you suddenly felt more embarrassed than you ever thought you would, even though you didn’t regret it. “You want me to bring you home? It’s getting pretty late,” Stiles asked silently but you could read between the lines and thankfully nodded, knowing that you’d probably ask him to come with you inside when you came to your house and cuddle. Because after all, Stiles was the best boyfriend you could ever imagine and if you couldn’t hug him all that much in public, then you’d hug the living health out of him in private.
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ACTUALLY Hardcore Facts About Alexander Hamilton
Alright, take two.
I've already typed this entire thing out once, so this is likely going to be a lot more lazy than anything else I will ever post, so :).
Sources: Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow; John Laurens and the American Revolution by Gregory D. Massy; The Federalist by Alexander Hamilton; George Washington's Indispensible Men by Authur S. Lefkowitz; Lafayette by Harlow Giles Unger; Who Was Alexander Hamilton? by Pam Pollack and Meg Belviso
Hamilton wished for a war when he was like a baby. So if you know Hamilton, you know that one line where Hamilton says "As a kid of the Carribean, I wished for a war, I knew that I was poor, I knew it was the only way to rISE UP-" in Right Hand Man. Well, that line is based off of a letter Hamilton sent to his childhood bestie, Edward Stevens: "...Ned, my ambition is [so] prevalent that I... would willingly risk my life, tho' not my character, to exalt my station... I'm no philosopher, you see, and may be jus[t]ly said to build castles in the air... I shall conclude by saying I wish there was a war. Alex. Hamilton." Okay, dude, calm down, you're like two years old. I think he was actually like 14-16, but for dramatic purposes we'll say he was an actual infant (do I sound like Chernow?). But I hate how much this letter foreshadows. It's like he jinxed himself, its almost embarrassing.
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Hamilton ran a business at 14. Now if you've ever been fourteen and you were like "i think i feel like running a business" literally shut up no one asked. I think this is impressive. When Hamilton was at least 14, the guys the owned Beekman and Cruger (it had a different name by this time but this one sounds cooler) just dipped and left Hamilton in charge. This was actually a pretty good decision, since Hamilton managed it well. There was also this one time where Hamilton told a whole captain of a ship who didn't perform up to standard, "Reflect continually on the unfortunate voyage you have just made and endeavor to make up for the considerable loss therefrom accruing to your owners." This man was so arrogant I wish I had his confidence. Yeah that was cool ig, but if I met teenage-Hamilton, I'd literally hate him.
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Hamilton saved the president of his college. Ever the dramatic, Hamilton had a thing for suppressing mobs (though he was pretty much never successful). There was this one time at King's College where a mob formed to "talk" with the president of the university, Dr. Myles Cooper (by "talk" i mean make him into a tory bird). And, according to Who Was Alexander Hamilton? (this book gives me so much joy), "Alexander vowed to protect him [aww]... He stood up to the crowd, telling them that violence would only hurt their cause. He couldn't stop the crowd, but he delayed them long enough for Dr. Myles Cooper to escape in his nightgown," (Pollack and Belviso 27-29). This is a really sweet description of it, but Hamilton was probably calling the mob a bunch of insults and stuff, judging by how he later handled riots. Also, Cooper thought Hamilton was rallying the mob, so he was a complete jerk to Hamilton, but rightfully. Everyone, bully Hamilton. He's short and dead like an idiot.
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Hamilton was really cool on the battlefield, don't @ me. Now, despite being a clumsy little gremlin and an absolute dork, Hamilton was a pretty good leader, and I guess veterans deserve to be recognized for their victories or whatever. At the battle of Princeton, one of my favorites, Hamilton had very big, cool guns, and did some cool stuff. "Returning to the final phase of the battle of Princeton, British infantry took refuge inside Nassau Hall, the building that housed the College of New Jersey. American artillery commanded by Capt. Alexander Hamilton [ya boy] was brought to bear on the college building... Washington was on the scene and noticed this young artillery officer who skillfully commanded his gun battery. The general would soon invite Hamilton to become one of his aides-de-camp," (Lefkowitz 92). Wow so cool moving on to Yorktown.
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When the Americans were building their fortifications, two British fortifications were in the way. So rude. Consequently, Washington sent The Gay Trio, Lafayette, Laurens, and Hamilton, to uh, silence them. Hamilton pulled off a successful sneak attack, and won the battle swiftly, leading to the American victory in the battle of Yorktown, and therefore the war. "...Colonel Hamilton['s] well known talents and gallantry were on this occasion most conspicuous and serviceable. Our obligations to him, to Colonel Gimat [stan], to Colonel Laurens, and to each and all the officers are above expression..." -Major General Marquis de Lafayette. Lafayette is so nice I would marry him if he was alive and single and legal and not old as hell. Like omg he gave credit to everyone but himself that's so nice I'm such a simp for Lafayette. Anyway, Hamilton was cool too ig.
Hamilton caused the evacuation of Philadelphia like an iDIOT. So, after Brandywine (British victory), Washington sent Hamilton on a foraging mission in Vally Forge to get flour, horseshoes, and tomahawks (not quite as exciting as Yorktown). Well, our clumsy ginger rat got caught, and wrote to the president of Congress, John Hancock, "If Congress have not yet left Philadelphia, they ought to do it immediately without fail, for the enemy have the means of throwing a party [party rockers in the house tonight] this night into the city. I have just now crossed the valley-ford [Valley Forge], in doing which a party of the enemy came down & fired upon us."
Surprise, this turned out not to be the entire goddamn British army, it was just a few scouts sooo... let's just say Philadelphia wasn't happy. "Our Removal from Philad. Was owning to information that General Howe was crossing Schuylkill [River]... However tho' this Intelligence was from one of the General's family (Alexander Hamilton) it was not well founded & we wish we had not left Philad.," -James Duane. Yeeeaaahhh, that's awkward. Not the best way to get your name known in the capital, I must say.
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Hamilton was possibly bisexual, and this is hardcore because I say so. Now, I'll add more quotes to this later, but basically heres my interpretation of the historical evidence and whatnot. Basically, Hamilton was a really closed off, cynical guy, since like everyone he ever loved died or left him pretty much, and he wasn't really the type to make and keep close friends; "...how little dependence is to be placed on treaties, which have no other sanction than the obligations of good faith, and which oppose general considerations of peace and justice to the impulse of any immediate interest or passion," (Federalist 64); It is a known fact in human nature, that its affections are commonly weak in proportion to the distance or diffusiveness of the object," (Federalist 73). Um, Mr. Hamilton? You're projecting your trauma on the government again.
Also, despite working with him for like twenty years, Hamilton really never got close to Washington, like at all. He even said to Laurens, "I have no friendship for him and have professed none," in regards to Washington, which is kind of mean. But he ALSO told Laurens:
"Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my dear Laurens, it m[ight] be in my power by action rather than words [to] convince you that I love you. I shall only tell you that till you bade us adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done. You know the opinion I entertain of mankind and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments and to keep my happiness independent of the caprice of others. You s[hould] not have taken advantage of my sensibility to ste[al] into my affections without my consent."
*mocking Hamilton* its YOUR fault that i love you and it was RUDE that you FORCED me to love you how DARE you you SUCK i love you uwu.
Also, at the top of that letter, someone mysterious (probably Hamilton's son) wrote, "I must not publish the whole of this," and Massey still thinks Hamilton was straight.
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But yeah, that's about it. I had originally written more at the beginning, but I unfortunately lost the original draft, so I'll just settle for this. I hope you enjoyed, though, and maybe learned something or found a quote you needed or something. I did more research than I wanted to in one sitting for this, so appreciate it or I'll cry. Thanks love you <3
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Dean, Cas, & the Enneagram
Sooo this is the first and only supernatural meta I will ever write, and it’s going to be long as hell so buckle up. ❤️ There’ll be a lot of quotes but I PROMISE it’s worth it! 
If you’ve heard of the Enneagram, you may love it or hate it- so many groups have trivialized it as it gained popularity (one bright side, though, is Sleeping at Last’s Enneagram album), but tbh it’s a personality typing system with a super interesting history! Long story short, it is hundreds of years old, and was a secret system to “read the soul” that religious leaders passed down to each other so that they could more easily “read” the people in the congregation that came to them for help and offer them spiritually insightful advice.   
It’s also somehow linked to the The Tree of Life, which is very interesting in regards to recent seasons of spn, although not in a way that I am able to summarize right here (see @occamshipper​ and @winchestersingerautorepair​ & friends for a ton of gnostic meta and generally mind-blowing analysis!!!), but I do know this: Dean’s type is associated with the Emperor and Cas’ with the Empress in this typing system. Because of course they are. 
Here’s the symbol associated with the 9 types or “paths” of the enneagram:
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I started watching supernatural a few years ago and immediately tried to figure out which enneagram type each character was. I thought Dean was a 6 or a 2 (even Meghan Fitzmartin recently tweeted wondering if he was a 2) but when I finally realized…..I feel like my brain exploded.
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Dean Winchester is a 4. I know, I know. If you know the stereotype, you might doubt me.
Quick summary: a 4 subconsciously takes actions in order to avoid abandonment, is fixated on the past, and their deepest fear is of not being seen, understood, and/or “real". Yeah.
There are three different subtypes of each enneagram type (self-preservation, sexual, or social), and Dean is a self-preservation 4. All 4s focus on suffering-- self-pres 4s preserve the idea of the self as a martyr. The best description of this is by Beatrice Chestnut, and because I don’t want to link to the full text to risk tumblr burying this post (a google search can get you there though!), here are some A+ quotes:
"Instead of talking about their suffering, these Fours are 'long-suffering' in the sense of learning to endure pain without wincing. These Fours are more stoic and strong in the face of their pain."
"Endurance is a virtue for them, and they hope their self-sacrifices will be recognized and appreciated, though they don't talk about them very much."
"This Four tends to be a humanitarian with an empathic and nurturing disposition, someone who protests for the sake of others and is sensitive to the needy, the dispossessed, and victims of injustice. This is their way of projecting their pain outward, addressing it through others' suffering instead talking about their own. They try to take care of others' pain or work to ease the “suffering of the world” so they don't have to fully deal with their own suffering."
"Self-Preservation Fours devalue themselves in important ways, which can make it even tougher for them to do all the work they do to try to get the security and the love that they long for. Their attachment to enduring can be seen from the outside as masochistic, but it stems from a desire to earn love and acceptance through being strong and resilient. The motivation of this subtype stems from a desire for the parent to see that the child is not complaining, and instead is being a good boy or girl through not asking for very much." (thx to John’s shitty influence!!)
And my favorite part of the official Riso-Hudson description, when giving examples of how a 4 might behave:
“Many Fours resolve this issue [wanting to express their thoughts and feelings but feeling too ashamed to do so] by expressing their feelings indirectly, through works of art of other allusions. One Four we know frequently communicated his feelings to his girlfriend through cassette tapes with mixes of songs that contained hidden messages for her.”
When I read THAT in my huge-ass textbook about a centuries-old typing system for spiritual growth…. I had to laugh
There are a million routes I could take to talk more about this (if you start digging you’ll never stop!), but I want to go ahead and talk about paths of integration/disintegration. 
Basically, disintegration in the enneagram is when one type acts like a different type when they feel untethered, insecure, etc., and integration is when a type is able to access the best qualities of another type when they are growing and feeling secure and moving out of their old patterns.
It’s very easy to see Dean as a 2 because when 4s are stressed, they move to the dark side of 2— clingy, codependent, maladaptively sacrificing themselves for others. The good thing about this is that they also are very nurturing, thoughtful, and deeply loving when not in a volatile panic spiral.
BUT the integration to the best qualities of type 1!!! Some summaries of a 4’s path to health:
(Beatrice Chestnut): Self-Preservation Fours can travel the path from envy to equanimity by relaxing into their feelings more and sharing them with others. [They] develop a place of peace inside themselves- allowing them to feel through and let go of their pain, allowing them to live more from their fragility, and healing what needs to be healed. Rising above then need to suffer silently and tough everything out means going easier on yourself and allowing yourself to embrace all of who you are.
(Riso-Hudson): Healthy Fours engage with reality through meaningful action. [Through this], Fours discover not only who they are but that who they are is good. With self-acceptance comes forgiveness for old mistakes. With acceptance of others comes the ability to engage in mutually satisfying relationships. Fours no longer need to idealize others as rescuers or tear them off their pedestals for filling to live up to their unrealistic expectations. They are able to build a lasting genuine sense of identity and self-esteem because it is based on real-life actions and relationships rather than on their imaginations or transient emotional states.
So, for Dean’s path of transformation (according to the enneagram), he will need to release his fixation on the past (“now is always better than then”), and rather than push down his feelings, take meaningful action in line with them.
ANYWAYS, DEAN RECIPROCATES AND WILL DO SO BEFORE THE END
now, for Cas….
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Cas is a 3. I love Cas for a million reasons but one is because he is the most well-rounded and in-depth 3 I have ever seen in media. I feel like his character has made me understand the 3s in my life so much better.
So many people assume 3s are shallow because they’re so focused on taking action and taking action and doing and reaching goals and they just. Don’t stop. If you look at the enneagram symbol, 3s sit in the middle of the Heart center. They have the greatest connection to the heart while also being the most blind to their own heart for the longest time. (oof)
A quick summary: 3s greatest fear is of emptiness (OOF), of being worthless apart from their achievements. They want to be accepted and desirable.
Cas is also the sexual 3 subtype. The “sexual” subtype has nothing really to do with sex, more that they fixate on a person or group of people to satisfy their survival needs. 
Sexual subtypes are known for heavy eye contact (LOL), and to be more clear with what I mean with all this, a sexual 3 would look to an individual or group (i.e., Dean; humanity) to accept them for their achievements and assure them they aren’t worthless (a losing game). 
Here are some noteworthy quotes, again from Beatrice Chestnut:
"Sexual Threes achieve within relationships. These Threes are pleasers and helpers; they tend to work hard in support of someone else, expending a lot of energy in promoting others. Sexual Threes can be very ambitious and hardworking, but it’s always to make someone else look good."
"These Threes tend to be oriented toward pleasing others in the sense of having a family or team mentality. They may focus narrowly on what is good for the family (at home or at work) and project the image of someone who is good in this way."
"In this Three there is a sense of disconnection from feelings and from the real self. They often have no real contact with themselves or others. This disconnection is emotional, sexual, and physical. One Three with this subtype commented, "it's like we put out an 'Out to Lunch' sign." This is the main issue for Sexual Threes. They typically experience a feeling of emptiness, like a void. This Three experiences an empty feeling in terms of having a lack of a clear sense of self or identity. This is related to the fact that the Sexual Three experiences difficulty in being, feeling, and expressing authentically."
3s disintegrate to 9, becoming hopeless and oftentimes prone to addiction and tuning out (hello, Endverse Cas???? and when he lets himself get possessed by Lucifer??? anyways).
But they integrate towards 6, and Cas had the most beautiful integration that could have possibly been written. Here are some summaries of 3 integration:
(Beatrice Chestnut): Sexual Threes can travel the path from vanity to hope by learning to live for themselves and not for their partner. This Three moves toward hope by getting to know and experience more of their real self. People with this subtype are a paradox: beautiful, enthusiastic friends and supporters who don't love and support themselves the way they do others. This Three can move toward hope by learning to put the same faith and love toward their own self that they offer so generously to others. If you are a Sexual Three, consciously share your feelings with the people you support so well and know that hope will guide you toward establishing the deep connections you long for.
And the summary which absolutely blew me away in light of 15x18:
(Riso-Hudson): To liberate themselves, Thress must let go of their belief that their value is dependent on the positive regard of others. Only then to they become inner-directed and authentic. This is a very difficult path for Threes, though a very direct one. At first, they encounter only the empty, blank feeling in the heart space, but gradually, with patience and compassion, they are able to open to the hurt and shame underneath it… and Threes find the tremendous freedom and lightness of pursuing their own heart’s desire. When they are able to reconnect with their hearts, healthy Threes model the Essential gift of authenticity like no other type. As Threes learn to embrace their authenticity, their Essential qualities begin to arise. It is difficult to speak about, not because it is so abstract but because it is so fundamental to our existence that we tend to be blind to it. Perhaps the best word for it is value— the fact that we are valuable because we exist.
CATCH ME SCREAMING
Conclusions
Of course the moment I realized that Dean was a 4 and Cas was a 3, my mind went straight to idea of authenticity— 
The 4 asks, what is real? And the 3 answers. The 4 desires authenticity and the 3 is the one who provides it through following their true heart.
To finish out, here’s a series Riso-Hudson quotes on the 3/4 relationship:
Enneagram Fours can teach Threes how to talk about themselves on a deeper level and help acknowledge and process their feelings. They can also bring Threes more sensitivity, a feeling for beauty and for the non-practical but fulfilling aspects of life.
Threes can bring a good deal of tact and diplomacy to handling Fours' emotional reactions and their sometimes too-sensitive feelings and self-doubts. Knowing what to say and when to say it-and what not to say—to a Four can be crucial for building trust in the relationship and avoiding inadvertent episodes when either feels humiliated or embarrassed.
They may both feel a connection with the other that goes beyond words or reason into another realm as if they had known each other from a previous existence or that the other is some kind of soul mate.
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that thing Eddie does where he tries to get Buck to look him in the eyes when he's trying to comfort him is so soft and it kills me every time
Nonnie, thank you for this ask, this is truth and you should say it! And it’s one of the things that makes it feel different to a regular friendship, good as it may be, because there’s something so intimate about it, so connected and... in need, I’d say, like Eddie doesn’t just want, he needs to know that Buck is okay. Add to that his thumb on Buck’s pulse point, on that very intimate, some might say highly erotic spot (it’s me, I’m ‘some’) and it’s a wonder we didn’t all spontaneously expire after that scene. Buck included.
Hi! I love your Buddie Meta posts! The Buck Begins ep was so so good. I really loved the scene where the team comes to help Buck, and after watching it a couple of times, I noticed how incredible the song lyrics are in that moment. Just before Eddie reaches Buck and is the first one to grab the line, the lyric is literally "the future I just can't touch" !!!!?? Am I nuts for reading too far into this...but Eddie is the only one we get a close-up of, and after that lyric?? HE is Buck's future!
Thank you so much for the kindness, Nonnie! *hearts* Also? Yeees! I actually wanted to do a meta post looking at all the songs playing during Buddie scenes and their lyrics... I will at some point! But because it’s already been on my mind, I can say that I don’t think you’re reading too much into it. BTW, for anyone who doesn’t know: the song is So Far by Ólafur Arnalds. The lyrics are perfect for describing Buck’s mindset in that moment of desperation overall, but there are other songs with similar lyrics. So it feels significant, choosing this one, with its climactic moment that calls attention to itself when it mirrors the climactic moment of the whole ep, while cutting out a small section of the song, so that the last line before the climax is the one you quoted, Nonnie, even though it’s not the original last line before the song’s climax, AND while making the choice that it would be Eddie who comes into view right at that moment and Eddie whose face is visible up close and Eddie who’s the only one to get that treatment during that scene. You couple all that with how many moments we’ve had between Buddie where the lyrics seemed to be significant and it doesn’t feel coincidental.
Hi! I absolutely adore your meta posts! They really lift me up whenever the fandom seems to lose a bit of hope on buddie becoming canon. I feel like parts of the fandom keep going from thinking we are being spoon fed buddie content and surely it'll become canon to "the writers are homophobes and buddie will never be canon because they cut back on their scenes together" and it's giving me whiplash. But you make great analysis and your posts are always consistent, and I'm so glad for them!
Thank you sooo much for this, lovely Nonnie! I’m so happy to know my meta posts help. And TBH, I don’t blame fandom. Because it’s hard to have faith in something happening if there’s very little precedent to it, you know? Though I think that could actually also be a selling point for the executives on the show. They do something groundbreaking like making Buddie canon and 911 will become a part of queer history and talked about even decades after the end of the show. Currently, Henren and Josh and Michael and David are all nice rep (for gay people), but it’s not new in the same way that Buddie would be (especially if they do let them identify as bi).
Back to fandom’s whiplash, especially when other fandoms have let people down, it’s easy to feel despair. After all, it used to be that homoerotic interpretation used to be explicitly unwanted by TV execs. Then they discovered they could have really loyal fans of this without losing homophobic viewers, by using homoerotic subtext and never delivering on it. And at the time, that was progress. Because shows recognized those queer ships fans and started valuing them (though not enough to lose other fans). And then they started getting backlash for not delivering, they started being accused of exploitation of the fans of such ships. The term ‘queerbaiting’ was coined. Sometimes fans are too quick with it, but other times I find using this term as criticism to be fully justified.
Now, a lot of shows where fans had hope, to me they felt like they were consciously queerbaiting and I never expected them to deliver. But 911 strikes me as different. It doesn’t have the same infatuation with toxic masculinity that many of those other shows have, its viewers have already shown that they’re into/cool with diversity (enough for LS to actually use the diversity angle as a main selling point from the get go), the general vibe of the show is that it really does care and wants to make things better (or we wouldn’t have gotten storylines like the one with Michael being stopped and searched because he’s black) and at this point, TV execs have more experience with the fandoms of such ships, they know their value and the possible criticism. So that 911 execs are clearly aware of fandom and presumably, wouldn’t want the backlash, yet they continue to provide so much Buddie fodder with each ep, it makes me have hope in a way I haven’t with a lot of other ships I had, where I had fun in fandom, but I was always conscious canon isn’t happening. That’s not how I feel here. Is my feeling a guarantee of anything? Nope. But as long as you want it, I’ll continue to share it and what makes me feel the way I do. And then we can hope together that what I’m feeling isn’t wrong. ;) Thank you again, Nonnie, sorry this got long and hopefully this was helpful in some way! XD
Hope you’re ALL having a great day! xoxoxox
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Something I've noticed lately seeing Americans claim Greeks and ancient Greeks were black is that... they're not even getting American race theory right. "Black" is the blanket term used to describe African-Americans. Not Africans. African-Americans. Africans aren't Africans, they're Nigerian or Liberian or Ugandan or identify with... the actual place their from. Ancient Greeks cannot be "Black" because... America was still unfucked. I can't speak to the amount of Africans present in Greece, but the fact that a noticeable minority in Greece may have had dark skin does not by any means mean that they were Black, nor does it mean they identified with a nation in Afirca, nor does it mean that just because some marbles that may have been darker originally turned white from chemicals means it's white-washing. If a person in Greek legend was Black, going by these people's own logic, you would be able to tell. Do they think that some nation long forgotton colonized all of Black-Greece and turned them White? Where are the Black-Greek majority now?
Tldr: Americans don't even know the logistics of American racism.
https://modernes-griechenland.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-greek-heracles-was-black-man-and.html?m=1
This was the article linked in the post that sent that rant off, for some context 😅
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Ah, yes, the good ol’ Afrocentrists... Using “race” wrong on top of that...
Nobody denies the existence of Africans in ancient Greece, let’s get this out of the way. This is not an argument about people from other nations existing in ancient Greece in general. They existed, we know and it’s totally great.
It’s about Afrocentrists being stupid and misinterpreting ancient Greek art and history to fit a certain agenda. (Much like the Nazis did, but the only difference was to prove we were true “Aryans” or something). They never explain how we got predominantly white xD
(And yes, Black people in Greece call most Greeks “whites”, unless the Greek they are reffering to doesn’t look like a Caucasian - yes, even the “tan” ones xD Even in the US Greeks are not recognized as part of a minority, just “White”. There is no separate box for “north mediterranean” or “Greek”.... Not even in Germany, where this writer is from, I suppose.)
The author of the article claims Herakles was Egyptian (which.... nope), he thinks the people who raised him were his biological parents, and then he writes “The Egyptians, of course were predominantly black people.” Predominantly??? I guess most Egyptians somehow turned Caucasian after a few centuries because of.... reasons. Afrocentrists never have a reason for predominantly Caucasian countries not being Black any more. I don’t know if they assume the Black people left, or were killed, or.... I really don’t know. WHO made Greeks “white” then?? WHO? 😂 and HOW???
He also says “The ancient Greeks' religion was copied from the ancient Ethiopians and Egyptians from whom they learned spiritual and religious teachings.” How was it “copied” if the Greeks were already Black? 😂 Shouldn’t he say something along the lines of “Greeks were African, so of course they shared culture with the Ethiopians and Egyptians” (who, in his mind, are also predominantly Black).
Also, the Aethiopia of the ancient Greeks is not the modern Ethiopia! My tongue will grow hair from the times I’ve said it! This guy really needs to study... I have my tag #Aethiopia, which has sources and explanations from people who don’t half ass their research. It’s like those people who have sources to “prove” the earth is flat, or the anti vaxxers who have their own sources, as well.
If you want to lose MANY braincells, read the following passage from the article:
“The ancient Greeks, ancestors of some of the present Greek peoples readily admitted that they were descendants of Ethiopians (native African black people of Ethiopia) and the Europeans of ancient times. The ancient Greeks, with pride tell the story of how Zeus (Cush, first Ethiopian Ruler ) and the prototype for the king of the Olympian gods, made love to the white-skinned IO, who gave birth to Epaphus, a mulatto male. This story which was one of many reveals the Greeks acknowledging their biracial heritage. In Sex And Race, Vol.1, J.A. Rogers has this to say, "As was said several scientists, among them Sergei, declare that the Europeans, especially those of the Meditteranean, are, strictly speaking, Eur- Africans. Thus we find anthropology supporting mythology". ”
HERE HE QUOTES A RACIST BOOK OF 1940, CALLED “Sex and Race, Volume 1: Negro-Caucasian Mixing in All Ages and All Lands” I easily guessed the time of publication of this book because it reeked of 1940 anti-Greek propaganda (to frame the Greek as the “other” and a threat) and with how it uses terms such as “Negro”.
This books (as well as most the other sources he mentions) doesn’t uplift Black people in any way, trust me! It sees Black people as already inferior and supports that the Greeks are inferior, too, because they have immediate Black/African heritage.
(I won’t comment on using the thrice debunked “source” “Black Athena” 😂)
I can’t debunk the whole article because there is no use and also because there is a fallacy (a historical, mythological AND a logical one) in every other sentence! 😂 This is just τραγελαφικό, I can’t describe it otherwise xD It seems this blog has multiple anti-Greek articles, presenting the worst of our country and how corrupted we are etc. Sooo I won’t give more of my time to this guy.
Browse my tags #afrocentrism and #hercules if you want to read more about this matter.
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i-am-a-mes · 4 years
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Blueberry Chapter 2
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Summary: Y/N is fresh out of college with a small job at a newspaper, when she meets Chris Evans. They start a Sugar Daddy/Sugar baby relationship and try to navigate through their feelings, desires and personal obstacles.
Warning: Angst, anxiety, not so confident reader, shitty roommate, swearing
Parring: AU Chris Evans x female plus size reader
A/N: Hi there. So this is my first Chris Evans fic. It’s still a WIP and don’t really have that much of a plan with it. It will be a fluffy, angsty, smutty adventure spiced with some Sugar Daddy, Ddlg and D/s elements. But don’t expect that from the get go though. It’s a slow burn in some elements. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to leave a comment and share!
My masterlist
Blueberry Masterlist
Chapter Two:
Next day at work in my tiny cubicle I sat typing in dear Helen’s answers while trying to cancel out my coworker’s noise and talking across the desk and half walls. 
When my lunch break came around I sat at a corner with an apple and a cup of water.
Getting all the nutrients today. 
As I scrolled on my phone, I overheard some of the girls from the entertainment department talking loudly by the coffee machine. 
“Have you seen him?” One I recognized as being Lola, head writer of the gossip column. 
A young girl standing before her with sandy beach coloured hair shaking her head at the question.
“OMG! He is absolutely gorgeous! He is one of the most desirable bachelors in the city.” She made big eyes at the blond girl and filled her cup with coffee “Let’s go see if we can get a look at the priced stallion” She winked and they both left in a giggle fit. 
Soon there was nothing left of my lunch besides the scrapped apple core, and I gathered my things and made my way back towards my wonderful joy-filled cubicle - *Insert eyeroll here*
Just as I turned the corner towards my spot, I saw Lola and a few other women standing around, giggling and whispering. 
Jesus Christ! Is this high school all over again? 
“What is going on over there?” Jasper, my coworker and fellow aspiring journalist, popped their head over the wall that separated our work stations and nodded toward the flock of crazed women.
I shrugged and leaned my head on the wall. “I don’t know. Something about some hotshot coming to the office. Lola was very hooked on the.. What did she call him.. Right: “Priced stallion” I air quoted and soon we both busted out laughing. 
We looked at the group and I turned my back towards them and kept small talking with Jasper. 
Suddenly they exclaimed “Holy shit! That is one hunk of a man!” I rolled my eyes “Come on Jasper, be serious” “I am.. Take a look for yourself” 
I turned around with a huff leaving my lips, and as soon as my eyes landed on him my mouth dropped. I recognized those blue eyes and broad shoulders. It was Blueberry Chris. 
SHIT! 
I quickly faced Jasper again with wide eyes, and in a matter of seconds placed my butt in my chair keeping my head down. 
Please don’t let him have seen me! 
“Y/N what is going on? What is happening?” Jasper looked utterly confused by my behavior
“Nothing, I don’t know what you are talking about! I just need to get this done by today!” the words fell rapidly out of my mouth as I tried to type away on my computer. 
“Oh shit, he is coming over here!” Jasper just managed to whisper before they too placed themself in their chair. My heart was beating faster and faster. 
No, no, no! Please don’t come over here!
“Ahem… “ A soft cough came from the top of my left wall. I very slowly looked up, and there they were. Those goddamn blue eyes. It should be a crime having such blue eyes! I looked at him and tried to act casual.. Big emphasis on TRIED! 
“Uhm hello there…”
“Hi.. “ Chris stood leaning over the wall to my station with a smirk on his plush lips “What a wonderful surprise”
“Well.. “ *GULP*”..surprise..!” I gestured out with my arms with a pink blush sweeping across my face.
“So.. wh…what are.. Uhm.. you doing here?” I barely spoke up as my eyes darted from his face and to my keyboard. 
“Just here helping with some legal matters regarding the company that owns this newspaper” A small smile grazing his lips, before he leaned down over the wall and said in a low, sultry voice “But I can also provide some blueberry muffins if you still want some” before winking at me and flashing those perfect teeth. 
OH MY GOD! 
I visibly gulped as I peeked up at him saucer-eyed, feeling like I was being drawn in by some unknown power that was his very essence. 
“Oh.. sure. I would love some” 
Okay, who is this girl flirting?… I think that’s what I’m doing, with this man! 
He chuckled as he leaned back up, straightening his cufflinks and began turning his back to make his way out of the office, but not before he said in a whisper “then you better check your messages, sweetheart” 
Flustered I took out my phone to see a reply from Blueberry Chris. Just as I looked up to answer him, he was gone. I slowly rose to see him, but only caught his smile before the elevator door closed. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and slumped down in my seat with a huff. 
What is my life right now?! 
I quickly grabbed my phone again to open the message, and saw the timestamp being just after my lunch break which is why I hadn’t seen it. 
Hello there,
Well you are in luck, because I run a very exclusive service that only caters to beautiful girls named Y/N who drink tea in oversized cups. 
I can provide the tasty treats for the small price of one dinner.
/CH
My fingers hovered the keyboard on my phone, as Jasper came into my booth. “So you need to get talking woman!” and poked me repeatedly on my shoulder.
“Right right.. Calm down” I said in a semi whisper. I then proceeded to tell them all about yesterday and the meeting of Chris in the coffeeshop. 
“Wow. It’s something out of a romance novel! You sooo have to go on a date with him!”
“But I don’t go on dates.. And especially not guys like that. He is sooo astronomically out of my league. And on an entirely different note.. I don’t have clothes appropriate for a date!” I fell forward on my desk hiding my head between my arms and let out a nervous laugh. 
“Listen..” Jasper laid a hand softly on my shoulder “I know YOU don’t think you could get a man like that, but between you and me.. “ I raised an eyebrow to look at them sceptically “you deserve a man like that and he is lucky to get the chance to date such a wonderful woman as you” They smiled genuinely at me with a glimmer in their eyes.
“You only say that because you want to live vicariously through my chaotic dating life” 
“True.. it’s so boring when you have had a partner for 5 years…So do it for me nonetheless? And if it goes to utter shit you can blame me”
I pretended to think hard about it before a small smirk came over my lips. 
“There’s my girl.. So answer the hunk and let’s get to planning” I shook my head as I pulled up the message app.
So that sounds like a fair deal. When and where does this transaction take place? And are there any specifications?
/Y/N
“Okay! I did it! Oh fuck!” I looked up to the ceiling before looking at Jasper who sported a wicked grin. “YES!” We giggled together before deciding to try to work for the last couple of hours. 
When 4 o’clock finally rolled around and it was time to pack up my stuff for the day, I grabbed my phone to place in my backpack, and saw an answer from Chris. I quickly opened it while gnawing on the cuticles on my thumb.
Be ready Friday at 7.30 pm and wear something nice. I will pick you up. Then you shall receive a most delicious dessert ;)
/CH
Butterflies immediately began floating around in my stomach, and a big grin appeared on my lips. 
I got a date with Chris Evans on Friday. Holy shit!
The next couple of days flew by much faster than I could keep up. Besides the piles of answers of Helen’s answers I had to get through, a bunch of other small edit jobs landed on my desk and the wonderful task of cleaning and reorganizing some of the archives. I really hated that I didn’t get any bigger jobs, not even a proper writing assignment.  
But there wasn’t any opening at any other magazine, newspaper or publishing company. So I just had to bear with it for a while longer. I was beginning to look for a second job, to help pay my bills and maybe start a little nesting egg, but as I kept getting these stupid small completely irrelevent jobs, I wouldn’t have time for a second job. 
All these thoughts hung over me and clouded my mind as I walked home. I didn’t have any money for the bus today, but the weather was nice despite being a little chilly. As my stress levels rose by each step and the thought of another night eating cereal, I felt my phone vibrate. I stopped and plucked it out from my jacket pocket.
Message from Blueberry Chris
OH SHIT! I forgot all about that! What day is it?! What time is it?! Shit shit shit
My mind went into overdrive as I opened the text
Can’t wait for tonight sweetheart. See you in an hour.
/CH
I stopped in my tracks and frantically looked at the clock. SHIT! 1 hour till our date! How could I forget!? I began running home, being slightly comforted that I was only a few blocks from home, so my not-so-up-to-par stamina could keep up. As I darted through the door of my apartment, Allie yelled after me. “HEY! Y/N! Hold up!” I came to a halt just before I reached my door, and slowly turned around. “Yes Allie” I said mildly out of breath.
“What’s with you? Finally beginning to exercise? Good for you” Before I could interrupt her she continued.
“Rent is up.. I need the 500 dollars now” She made at motion with her hand to signal “give me”
“What? 500? But I thought it wasn’t due till next week. I haven’t got my pay yet, and isn’t it usually 150?” I was defeated and even more stressed.
“Yeah well, I need them tonight and it’s up because the electric bill is up” She chewed on her gum while looking clearly annoyed with me.
“But I barely spend any on electricity. It’s Craig that’s using….”
“Don’t talk about my boyfriend! Why are you concerned with him? In love with him or something?” She mocked me.
“God no! I’m just saying….”
“Just get me the money tonight. Alright? Or do you need to find a new place to stay?!” She took one step in my direction and crossed her arms making me back up against my door. “No no.. I’ll get you the money, Allie. Promise”
“Good!” She swung her hair over her shoulder and walked towards her room where music was blaring. 
Quickly, I escaped into the safety of my room and let out a shaky breath. 
What am I supposed to do now?! I don’t have 500 dollars! 
I sank to my knees and cradled my face in my hands letting out a sob. I was interrupted by *Be our guest* song ringing from my phone, and without looking picked up.
“Hello… “ my voice small and low-
“Soooo are you ready for tonight?” Jasper’s upbeat voice boomed through.
SHIT! I forgot again! 
“Uhm yeah… sure” A sniffle left me which Jasper caught on to.
“Hey.. what’s the matter? Did Dream-boy cancel on you?”
“No! I just.. Allie.. You know, it doesn’t matter. To be honest I forgot all about it!”
“WHAT?!” They almost screeched through the phone.
“Well.. It’s been a week okay? With the extra work and Allie being Allie.. I think I should just cancel!” I exclaimed with a defeated sigh.
“Are you crazy, woman?! A date with that man is just what you need! Get your mind on something else for a change. Get a break from everyday life”
“Maybe.. I only got.. “I checked the time..”Fuck, 45 minutes!” 
“Then get your ass in gear! Take a shower, shave… because you never know” They teased
“OMG! Jass!” I laughed at their joke and could feel the anxiety letting go just a little bit.
“And you grab that black dress you got. Let your hair down and do simple makeup” 
“Yes sir!” I saluted in mock which made us both laugh.
“But seriously Y/N. Do it. It would be good for you. And if all else fails, you got a free dinner out of it”
“I don’t expect him to pay, Jasper”
“Whatever. Get your butt in gear and we’ll talk when you’re back home”
After I hung up I took the deepest breath of my life and got to work. 
40 minutes later I was ready. Almost. When I was doing the final touches and applying my lipstick (a subtle pink nude that just so happened to be my only lipstick) I suddenly had a thought. 
Wait.. I never gave Chris my address. How will he know where to pick me up? 
I quickly grabbed my phone and began texting him
Hello there…
Just remembered I never gave you my address. So maybe we could just meet at the restaurant?
/Y/N
After I pressed send, I began collecting my things in my only decent evening kind of bag, a little black sling bag that just had room for my phone, wallet, keys and lipstick, and despite being a thrift find with wear and tare it still looked quite good. In fact when I looked in my mirror I thought I turned out quite presentable, all things considered. My dress was a black fitted dress that ended just above the knee, with ¾ sleeves and a somewhat low v-neck. The shoes are not too short and not too tall, red stiletto and my hair hanging loose and framing my face. As Jasper had instructed I had kept the makeup light: A black winged eyeliner and subtle blush over a light foundation and the nude lips to complete the look. 
Damn girl, you cleaned up good!
*DING* A message came through my phone
Blueberry Chris:
No need sweetheart. ;) I got my ways
/CH
 I didn’t quite get what he meant and as I was about to answer him the door phone rang. I whipped my head up and went into the living room, but not before Allie was answering it. 
“Uhm hello?”
“Yes, This is Chris. Is Y/N there?” Chris’ voice boomed over the speaker.
“Who is this?” Allie asked in shock.
“I’m Chris and I’m here to pick up Y/N”
I ran over to the speaker and pushed Allie to the side.
“Yes, I’m here. Uhm.. I–I’ll be right down” Quickly I pulled on my jacket and tried to avoid Allie’s stare.
“Who is that? Are you going on a date? EW! Who in their right mind would go out with you?” She laughed and gave me the elevator look “Aw you really tried didn’t you” 
Don’t listen to her, just get out!
“Well.. uhm… bye.. “
I went out the door and was already down the first couple of steps before the door closed after me. I stopped and took a breath before continuing my descent down the 1 million stairs.
When I finally got to the door, with a heart beating because of anxiety and a very poorly resting heart rate, I saw Chris’ silhouette outside
Well no turning back now
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