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Al-Haitham Headcanons 01
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I think his love language is acts of service.
Al-Haitham reads a lot, if he finds something that would be useful to you, he'd likely make note of it with sources, especially if you were going to use it in a paper.
Oh you got into an argument? Someone said something you disagree with? You struggled to support your point? He found some piece of information that supports your argument? Or maybe he found something that negates the other person's? He'll bring it to you.
Perhaps you had asked a random question: you were curious or wondering about something? If he comes across useful information again, he'll bring it to you, and explain it if you need him to.
Maybe you're stressed or struggling or your body hurts in some way? He's doing research and bringing it to you.
You've got a big daunting task? He's broken it down for you, maybe even helped you delegate and even eliminate some things too
Drapes his cape over you when you're napping and cold.
Drapes his cape over you when you're cold in general.
Someone is trying to belittle you? Let it be known that Al-Haitham has no problem silencing them, and in a truly intellectual manner.
Yeah no, he has no tolerance or anyone talking trash about his beloved.
Quality Time is another love language
As we all know: Al-Haitham dislikes having a large social circle. So if he is choosing to spend time with you, outside of work (or anything else that's necessary) nonetheless, he definitely values you.
For whatever reason I feel like he's more cuddly and probably goes for hugs more?
(For anyone reading Rationality of Emotion: when you see this appear again in that fic...well I mean I was always gonna use it there...)
I imagine his physical affections are more him holding you in some way, and mostly in private, and I mean just you and him private. Initially, when Kaveh was practically watching him like a hawk to see if he could display affection, Al-Haitham is deliberately avoiding any action that Kaveh was looking for.
That being said, if you're both reading on the sofa/couch looking thing in his house, he really enjoys kinda having you nestled into him? So you've got your back against the arm rest (you have it cushioned don't worry) with your head resting on his chest and your legs across his lap. Each of you just reading and enjoying the silence.
He usually isn't wearing his sound proof earpieces when you guys are doing this.
I can also imagine him going from mostly hugging due to requests to initiating hugs himself.
Yes he has hugged you from behind before, it was a hell of a day, he's kinda overstimulated, he's got his face in your neck, and is just leaning on you a bit. Please let him rest there for a bit, even if he's kinda heavy.
As for when he does kiss you though
I think Haitham's kisses are like cute little pecks on your temples or your head, or the juncture of your neck and shoulder. I don't think they're very common either.
If it's anywhere else he's probably got ulterior motives
But that's okay because he's your husband
(yes even when it's on your pulse)
(especially when it's on your pulse)
While he is mostly private, he will absolutely state his claim if necessary
I don't think Al-Haitham is a very jealous guy
he trusts you, he understands that for the most part you know how to handle yourself (sometimes you need help when hilichurls are involved)
however he doesn't exactly trust strangers
so if someone wants to try their luck, and can't take a hint, he will absolutely be by your side, with a hand on your lower back as he excuses the two of you and guides you along
That hand of his stays there the whole way home.
if you aren't picking up on the fact that this person is trying to hit on you: I think he'd only watch for a little bit, curious if you're going to pick up on it, before appearing to help you exit (especially if you look tired)
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yakuly · 1 year
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Golden Hour | Mark Lee
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Pairing: Idol! MarkLee x NonIdol!FemaleReader
Words: 3.464
Warnings: VERY suggestive, mark calling reader "good girl", a basic mention of making out, and also insinuation of sex (if there's anything else, let me know:))
Summary: Mark release a new song, and wants to see his good girl reactions to it...
A.n: that's probably the 1.000.000 fic about golden hour you see through tumblr, but I just couldn't help myself. He's such a hottie calling cezienne good girl, it was my last straw! So I hope you enjoy this one too!
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Mark really values your opinion. Everytime he has a comeback, you are the first person out of the group to listen to it, and this time it wasn't different.
He's really excited for the release of "Golden Hour". When he produced with his friends, he got at home really excited because he felt it was "the" song, and you didn't doubted for a second.
But the thing is, Mark also have another reason to why he's so excited for you to listen to it, but he just couldn't say it. When writing, he thought about you and a specific line came up, and since then, he really wants to see your reaction.
He made you promise you wouldn't be listen to it until he got at home, and so you did. When he finally made it, it was clear as a day, how excited and energetic he was.
Mark made you sit at the couch, prepared the tv, and enjoyed the show. Unbeknownst to how he was sitting back at the couch to watch your reactions, you payed really good attention to the screen.
It was good. Like really good. It is undeniable that Mark is a hot guy, but seeing him at that music video, his low raspy voice, his attitude plus the guitar bass... It was too much to take it in. And then it came, hitting you hard...
"Ladies waited for me, good girl"
And he saw. He saw how your eyes got a little bit bigger, how you breath got stuck, and you moved a little bit in your spot. Once it ended, you took a deep breath and looked at him. Mark wore a smirk on his face, and you couldn't not focus on his lips. His lips that said those sinful words seconds ago.
"So?" He asked, leaning in closer to you, and once again your breath got stuck. Coughing a little bit, you smiled and thought about something nice that could match house you felt about it. "You are really something else, Mark Lee", you said leaning in to kiss him, but before you could, he didn't let you, making you pout a little.
"What part you liked the most?" He asked, his smirk getting wider. You almost rolled your eyes, but you really wanted to kiss him, so you said the first thing it came to mind: "when you call Ramsey"
Mark then laughed a little bit, but only because he saw you, but he wanted to hear from you. His hands went for your face, caressing you cheek, lingering it to your jaw, holding your face more firmly.
The action completely took you buy surprise, making you gasp. Lee lowered his voice, making it rasped like at the song, "are you sure baby?" Once he done talking, his thumb went to your lower lip, letting go gently. "I saw you, why don't you just say it?"
"You really need me to, right?" You look at him, almost annoyed from his antics, but in reality, aroused by it. He didn't need to answer you this time, so you just admited "fine, I liked when you said good girl"
Mark smile it was the last thing you saw before being completely engolfed buy him. His lips finally made into yours, in a needy yet sensual way. He was really into the moment, bringing your face closer to his, one of his hands in your hair, and the other one strongly squeezing your thigh.
"What a good girl" he pulled away for a second only to say that, and that's when you lost the whiling to control yourself. You then pushed him against the couch and pulling your own body on his laps. It's his turn to be eyes wide, and pure shock, but amousement. "Shit baby, if I knew you liked that I would had made the song a long ago" he said, smiling against your lips.
"If wanted to call me good girl this bad, you didn't had to make a song," you said after leaving kisses through his neck. You holder his face before continuing "all you had to do is say it"
Your lips couldn't stay a part for longer, and his hands definitely loved holding and grabbing your thighs and butt. Fact that you didn't complained at all, since it was helping you to move on his lap, feeling his jeans getting tight.
"Baby, you got a really big problem" you use his lyrics against him, after making his face get slightly apart from yours, griping his hair, making him moan.
Mark smirk for the ninth time that day, before getting up, and taking you by surprise, by taking you with him "Is my good girl going to help me?" He slaps hard your but, making you moan in his ears, gigling before saying "as long as you keep calling me like that, you can whatever you want".
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leebrontide · 1 year
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Ok so I said I would do a post on “reasons you’re not writing” from the POV of a writer/therapist who works with anxious, depressed, and neurodivergent clients. If you dig that, read on.
But firstly, a disclaimer. This list is far from comprehensive. Don’t yell at me if your experience isn’t represented. This is a tumblr post. Have realistic expectations.
Also, sometimes the reason you’re not writing is that your other obligations are just taking all of your energy and focus. Fixing that is well beyond the scope of this.
That said, here’s a bunch of barriers I see people run into all the time.
1) You’re afraid of failing, and subconsciously feel like it’s safer not to try.
This is a tricky one, because it's probably messing up many areas of your life, which in turn means you're going to frequently feel stressed out in general, which speaks to the point above.
This is around about where the general internet will tend to offer you an array of affirmations to use to sooth yourself. And that's fine. If those work for you, then use them! BUT, if the affirmations aren't working, then friend you have a bigger project on your hands.
You need to get comfortable with failing, particularly at creative projects. I know that can feel scary and vulnerable, but you won't take risks if you can't fail, which is going to hem in your creativity so hard that your motivation will starve. This is why people talk about writing a garbage draft. Not because they want to make garbage, but because they need the option of making garbage in order to take risks. That may or may not work for you, but either way, you really might wanna look at how to lower your stakes.
2) You’re not sure what you’re trying to communicate.
You can make things happen in the story, but you feel like you’re wandering around aimlessly. You don't find you're making decisions with conviction. It might be hard to really fall in love with any of your writing decisions.
For this one, I suggest stepping back and figuring out what the core of your enthusiasm for a story consists of. That CAN be a message or philosophy. It can also be a feeling or a vibe or a dynamic. That gives you a structure that you can build your decisions around, that you can be enthusiastic about.
3) You switched hyperfocus. And maybe your new hyperfocus is a lot of fun, but you feel sadness thinking about the WIP you left behind.
This one has a similar need to the one before, with an added layer of nuance, because you're probably already struggling with identifying what does interest you. This can make people feel really hopeless and helpless.
I have three totally different suggestions for this one. The first is to just be patient with yourself. Sometimes it's good for your brain to just indulge, and let your brain mine for dopamine where it can. Like, lean in. Spa day for your brain, as long as it's feeling good.
Secondly, see if you can find creative ways to weave your hyperfocus into your writing. Is there a dynamic in your favorite show that can inspire your writing, even if it's an original work? Do you want to take a moment to think about how transportation works in the history of your world? Can you consider your MCs relationship to old movies?
It doesn't always work, but sometimes instead of trying to switch things over, you can build a bridge, that gives depth and texture to your work.
Finally- consider embracing short fiction! Do some writing inspired directly by the hyperfocus du joir while it's around.
4) You feel like nothing you say will be interesting to anyone else.
We understand this is a self-esteem issue, right? You're gonna have to develop the trust that your experiences are not so utterly unrelatable to everyone else that your perspective has no value.
Friend, you are a human, with human experiences, writing for other humans. Trust me, you can do this.
It can help to think about your actual convictions. What do you know? What have you experienced? What matters to you? Funnily enough, the cure for feeling like nothing in you is worth expressing is to pour more of yourself into your writing.
5) You’re collapsed. It’s hard to feel enthusiasm and energy for things.
You're not gonna like this, but for this one I encourage you to put your keyboard or notebook down and stop trying to write right now. I know that when you're feeling better the writing feels good, and you're trying to feel better because everyone is telling you to feel better.
But it's not working, is it? If it was, you wouldn't be reading this.
For many people, writing requires them to be able to feel investment and excitement, because those feelings help steer them towards what's going to work and be exciting for the reader.
Your best bet is to focus your energy on finding gentle little activities that aren't so hard to focus on. Ideally, ones that get you moving just a little bit. You'll have a better time writing when you're less collapsed.
Shaming yourself and getting hopeless and anxious because you can't do this really difficult task right now will make you more collapsed, not less, which will be the opposite of helpful.
And yes, these are depression symptoms. Consider reaching out for supports and assessment around that if you can.
6) You can’t figure out the next step.
Thank God for the internet, this one is a lot more actionable than it used to be.
The first thing to do here is step back and ask yourself "where am I getting lost?" If you have someone to talk this through with, even better.
Then you hop on to your favorite search engine and type in "Stuck on my outline 2nd act" or "can't get started editing" or whatever. People LOVE giving writing advice. There's plenty around. Read some advice! Try things out!
Now here is the critical point- when and if that advice fails, stop and figure out why it failed. For example, I have a short term memory disorder. Most writing process advice is for people who do not have short term memory impairments. So a lot of the advice just plain didn't work for me.
By figuring out that my subpar memory was in the way of my writing process, I was able to put together processes that work for my specific brain and my specific process. You can read about that in more depth here and here.
Frankenstien yourself a process out of stolen bits of other people's processes, with an understanding of your own personalized needs as the lightning that brings it all to life. If you have even traits of ADHD or autism or other forms of neurodiversity (no diagnosis needed) you might also google "ADHD editing hacks".
Finally, and maybe most importantly, chuck anything that you can't adapt right into the trash. I don't care how great the writer who gave the advice is. That's what works for their life and their brain. You have neither. Writing advice is only as useful as it is adaptable.
7) You think of yourself as someone who doesn’t finish things, possibly with history to back that up.
Oh, I feel this one. This was me so hard. For so long.
Make room for the idea that you can and will change over time. Getting shit done is largely a matter of developing a bunch of skills. You've already developed so many different skills in your life that you might not even recognize some of them as skills. But I promise you that you have.
But you see #6? Go read that one again. If you're not finishing things, it's because there's something missing in your routine and process that you haven't developed skills around yet.
I'm not gonna tell you it's easy, but you can find and isolate the barriers and figure out ways around them.
8) You have too many projects and feel frozen when you try to pick one to work on.
Ask yourself if this is a real problem. It may be! Maybe you dream of making a living off of your writing! That requires a level of consistency.
But it also might just be that you've had it drilling into your head that not finishing things is some kind of personal failing.
Write out all your WIPs and story seeds.
See if some of them can be mushed into one. Some AMAZING stories come from people combining story ideas that seem separate into a single story. That's fun.
See if some of them are not for finishing. What's that post going around? Some stories are for finishing, and some are just for "getting the wiggles out"? That's solid advice.
Maybe some stories are just for daydreaming on the bus. Maybe some stories are actually only 1/3rd of a story, and you want to leave it to grow in the ground before you try to do anything with it. That's incredibly valid and common!
If you actually look at the stories that you have that are for finishing, right now, you may find a much more manageable number. And if you only have like 2 or 3 things you're working on, you can just let them take turns as the passion for each project takes you.
Keep a file somewhere of these undeveloped ideas. I have a scrivner file that has each idea it's own little sub-document so I can add thoughts to them for years as they percolate.
9) You get lost in preparation and don’t make it to the page.
A couple different things can be happening here. One thing that may be happening is that you're just a writer who needs a lot of research and prep time before you write. I'm like that. I will prewrite intensively for a year before I write a single sentence. That sounds ridiculous to a lot of people but it works with how my brain works and then when I do start writing I can easily and happily churn out a consistent 2-4k words per hour. If it works it works! Don't let anyone shame you!
The other option is that you feel like you're going to get something wrong/fail/get in trouble if you get anything "wrong". You feel safer doing research, so that's where you stay.
Only you can figure out which it is. Introspect. Then you know whether to focus on managing anxiety or just keep preppin.
10) You want to write, but when you sit down to write suddenly it’s two hours later and you’ve written like 5 words but curated 3 new playlists, read some fanfiction, and argued with some strangers on the internet.
Brains are rough, aren't they.
There are two schools of thought here. Both work, but not for all the same people.
Option 1 is to clear distractions. Download one of those apps that keeps you off the internet. Put your phone someplace that you need a ladder to reach, so you have to very actively decide to go get it. Noise cancelling headphones. Comfy clothes. Protein rich snacks and a beverage within easy reach. Pee ahead of time. Make a routine out of it to train your brain into associating this with focus.
Option 2 is to figure out the optimal level of distraction. When I write nonfiction I almost always have mindless home renovation shows on at the same time. Because nonficiton writing isn't quite stimulating enough to hold my attention. So my attention wanders and I end up doing something that WILL hold my attention. When I write fiction, I need music OR to be outdoors where I can look at trees or clouds or people on the sidewalk. I can't watch any kind of TV.
Think of your attention like a pie chart. Different writing tasks may take up different percentages of that pie. If you're awesome at focus maybe you can just put 90% of your focus on writing, and the other 10% is just making sure you don't forget to eat or something. But if you can't reliably conjure up more than 70% for one thing, then fill the rest of the pie with things you can easily pick up and put down. I only look up at the home decorating shows when my passive audio scanning suggests it's something I want to look up at.
These are both good approaches. Ignore anyone who demonizes either. That only means they've found the version that works for them.
You have your brain. Build a process for your brain.
I hope this helps. I have a free monthly newsletter if you like hearing my rants. It is...not consistently about writing advice or mental health. One time I wrote about how genetically modified goats are related to French colonized Madagascar in the 1800s as well as the modern US military. One time I broke down modern challenges to medical privacy practice policies. This is all to do with what I write but in an idiosyncratic way.
Cause I gotta write about what I care about.
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chicken-fifi · 2 months
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Stray Kids Reaction | What Would Attract Them to Somebody
Pairing: Skz Members x Reader
Requested by anon: paste here
A/n: i actually went ahead and used some of the info on them on Kprofiles when it came to their ideal type and then added some more that i thought fit the mold....maybe? i also ended up using a Koreaboo article (please let me finish before you hate on this decision), because it specifically quotes what the members said on SKZ Code. i wouldn't have jumped to this source if everything else wasn't tumblr (i didn't want to accidentally read something and unconsciously copy or rewrite something already out there so those were not touched)
Tunes: I'm listening to this Day6 playlist by 헤픈투 happen to on Youtube :)
Bang Chan:
“Doesn’t have an ideal type” (KProfiles.com)
Both sources said the above
I do think that Chris would like someone who’s passionate about what they do though
It doesn't have to an over the top passionate but having something that interests them and they love is a must
I also sense him being attracted to someone who’s very gentle in nature
Probably someone who has some introverted tendencies
Probably mixed in with some extrovertedness
An ambivert quite possibly
But leaning towards introvert
Someone who doesn’t mind affection (receiving)
And who he could rely on to be there for him just as much as he can be there for them
Lee Know:
“A person who matches well with him and someone he can talk comfortably with.” (KProfiles.com)
“‘Someone who won’t get sick of eating meat dishes with me every single day.’” (Koreaboo.com)
Given the above information
Minho would be attracted to someone very real
Someone who isn’t afraid to show their real selves to him
He would be attracted to someone who’s open and friendly
Easy to approach if you will
But who also having this calming aura about them
Not saying he would be attracted to a foodie
But he would certainly like someone who enjoys food
It would make him happy to see someone enjoy all types of food
Wanting to venture out into new cuisines and such
Changbin:
“A girl who can laugh with him when they’re together.” (KProfiles.com)
Changbin would 100% be attracted to someone who has a good sense of humor
An attractive laugh
A glowing smile
Someone who will make want to make a fool out of himself if it meant you would laugh
He would also be attracted to someone confident
Someone who can hold their own and stand tall but also display this gentle and humble nature
Overall, someone who really keep him on his toes in a way that is also secure
Hyunjin:
“‘Someone who would listen to my worries well and can empathize to them as if it’s their own worries.’” (KProfiles.com)
“‘Someone who looks indifferent on the outside, but is actually soft and sweet on the inside. Someone who has a cute smile.’” (Koreaboo.com)
Hyunjin is really attracted to empathy
But someone who displays this trait when it really counts
It’s not something that is always handed out
To put it simply someone who guards their entire being like their life depends on it
But who lowers those walls when someone really touches them and earns their trust
He’d be attracted to someone who can genuinely sit there and listen to him without giving advice
Someone who validates him and what he’s feeling without needing to give input
Definitely someone who affectionate behind closed door
Someone who values privacy
Han:
“‘Someone who can be the big spoon. (It also translates to ‘Someone who can bear-hug me.’)’” (Koreaboo.com)
Jisung, from the statement above, would be attracted to an affectionate person
I imagine someone who embodies comfort and softness
While still being raw and real
I’m not trying to say someone with a dominant personality
But someone who can definitely hold their own
He really looks for someone who make him feel comfortable
Cared for
Someone who protects him and can not baby him
But treat him every once in a while
I feel like he’d be attracted to someone who also embodies literal sunshine
Or happiness in a bottle
Felix:
“‘Someone who eats well.’” (Koreaboo.com)
Felix for sure likes a foodie
But more so someone who enjoys eating good food
Someone well versed in different cuisines who will be open to try new food with him
If you can cook it’s a plus
Because now his mind is plagued with the idea of cooking with you in the kitchen
He really loves seeing your eyes sparkle when you eat
He’s also attracted to someone who can express their like for something in many different ways
Verbally
With facial expressions
Actions
You name it
He like expressive people
Seungmin:
“‘Someone passionate about their work.’” (Koreaboo.com)
Seungmin is attracted to someone who loves what that they
Someone who can make him interested and want to hear everything about their job even if he doesn’t understand a single thing about it
Seeing you get fired up as you talk (in a positive way) is some he enjoys
He’d also be attracted to someone who’s not a gossiper
I feel like oftentimes when it comes to the work environment it’s easy to get caught up in the toxic work environment
So someone who could steer clear of that and just be genuine and not judge someone based on rumors is nice
He like a passionate and humble human
I.N:
“‘Someone who is diligent at what they do for work. Someone I can look up to, and I can talk to.’” (Koreaboo.com; not my fave, but these quotes are cited to be from SKZ CODE, I personally haven’t watched it so, idk how true that is since it does say it’s a parody of a dating show….)
Jeongin is attracted to inspiring individuals who like what they do and are humble
Someone with a good head on their shoulders who doesn’t let things get to them
Someone who takes care in everything they do to make it meets the standards they have for themselves
He’s attracted to someone who values comfort and privacy when it counts
Sharing enough to draw him in but not enough to let him know everything
Someone who builds the interest, but makes their intentions clear
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jv · 7 months
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Ok, something interesting to understand about Tumblr making money that may surprise some of you. Long story short, Tumblr ads get to your screen via several ad exchanges. Those are third-party marketplaces that connects apps or websites with advertisers.
So advertisers don't contact Tumblr to put an ad here, nor tumblr gets to approve the ad: the advertiser send their ad to an exchange and the exchange is the one distributing it to Tumblr or another platform. Tumblr gets to tell the exchange what's the minimum they are willing to charge per ad, and the advertiser decides what's the max they are willing to pay for the ad space, so if tumblr wants to increase the number of ads they can reduce the cost, and viceversa.
Why am telling you all this? To tell you how much Tumblr makes with the ads you see here.
You know, the CPM (cost per mille) of putting an ad on a platform varies wildly. But the general rule is that with more demographic data of the person that is going to see the add the platform provide the advertisers interest grows and they are willing to pay more, so the price spikes. For example, if you go to Facebook ads and use all the targeting options they offer, the CPM of you ad (the money Facebook gets) may be North of $20 (that's per 1000 ads, so every ad view would make Facebook 2 cents).
Now, if you don't offer any targeting info, your ads are going to be the bottom of the barrel, advertisers are not going to be willing to pay too much for them.
So what's the CPM of untargeted ads like the ones you see here? Varies from time to time and from exchange to exchange, but it's usually between $0.5 and $2 or so. Again, per a thousand ads.
So let's say that the current Tumblr minimum CPM is $1 (I've no idea of the current value, but that's a reasonable number that makes my math easier 😁). That means that every ad you see here is making Tumblr 0.1 CENTS. That if in a browsing session you see ten ads, you have just made Tumblr one cent. One. Uno. Un. Um. Eins. 1.
So let's say you see 10 ads on average per day on Tumblr for a full year. And that the average CPM for the year keeps being $1 (it could be a little higher, probably, or maybe even a little lower, but it's going to be around that, not ever close to that $20 value from Facebook).
Congrats, then the means that year, you would have made Tumblr earn $3.65 on advertising.
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indiangp · 2 months
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Analysing Valentino Rossi's handwriting
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okay so to preface this so I don't have to explain myself if I ever get anything wrong:
1. I have lost most of my knowledge regarding graphology after I got deep into it about 4 years ago. I rediscovered it about 3 days ago. Moreover, I'm just a girl on the internet, not a scholar. Some things might be inaccurate.
2. Graphology is considered a pseudo-science. There is no empirical evidence backing up graphology; if it's more understandable that way, think of it as analyzing someone's birth charts.
3. I generally do not know the people whose handwriting I analyze. I nor know what Valentino Rossi is like in real life, and neither will I ever. This is for funsies <3 I just enjoy graphology.
4. An important, somewhat unspoken, rule of graphology is that it's imperative I keep aside my knowledge of what I've seen him act like in public and focus solely on what the page tells me.
5. ALSO. Our handwriting has fixed as well as unfixed traits. For example, your IQ is fixed, likewise, your aptitudes, temperament, and identity are all fixed. There are unfixed traits as well in our handwriting. They keep changing depending on the conditions. Your abilities, attitudes, moods, beliefs, motivational level, and physical conditions are unfixed traits. People's handwriting also changes depending on whether they are writing for themselves (eg. a personal note, journal) or for someone else (eg. a letter <- like the sample currently at hand !)
6. I will sound nerdy at times as I might quote some graphology experts or use their works verbatim from their books. I have tried to keep it as simple as possible but still, if anything is unclear/your opinions vary, asks are always open <3 
*****Text in italics are random comments that shouldn't be included in any professional graphology analysis document but are there because this is a TUMBLR POST******
Now, the actual analysis
1. Initial Impression
This is a “normal” writing sample at first glance. Form quality doesn't reflect over-embellished or neglectful form. The writing is legible, which is expected considering it is a letter. The handwriting is slightly middle zone dominant(explanation in section 8.) indicating a bit of self-centredness and concern regarding day-to-day life. There are a lot of things crossed off which may show emotional distress at the time of writing the sample. I also noticed the large spacing between the lines at first glance and it generally shows fear of isolation(he was leaving Yamaha 💀) and distrust. There are also some arcades and garlands at the end of words(explanation in section 10). WEIRDASS LOWER ZONES. 
But mainly, it's so… erratic; the baseline is erratic, the slant is mostly vertical but still erratic at times, and the way he crosses off so much stuff is an indicator of emotional distress. 
2. Baseline
The baseline is the imaginary line running from left to right at the same level. It is on this imaginary line that letters rest on dividing upper and lower areas while moving forward to the right. Any movement horizontally along the baseline represents your reaction to experiences, living values, time demands, and learning. Right motion is to advance, expand, and progress and left motion is to revert, constrict, and regress. The baseline reveals 1. attitudes about reaching our goals, 2. the kind of mental energy we apply to our life situations, and 3. our general moods.
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Initial lines in the sample display a “Moody” baseline or an erratic baseline(some authors call it a “sinuous” baseline). When a baseline has a number of ups and downs, or ascending and descending it is called erratic. Of course, it shows the moodiness of the person. They may laugh and cry easily and have lots of ups and downs in their lives. They are unbalanced as the handwriting shows. This is not to be confused with an incoherent, aka, ”sociopathic baseline”.
HOWEVER, the end of the sample follows a stable baseline which is an indicator that the person shows controlled/consistent behaviour to the outward world. A straight line is a straightforward path and its meaning is a firm, unchanging foundation. Its positive qualities are straightness, discipline, willpower, constancy of purpose, and responsibility. Its negative aspect impact is inflexibility. 
I wish I had more samples to confirm my thoughts and form a consistent opinion because I cannot conclude a single baseline pattern followed by the person. Language and cultural upbringing differences also don’t help. 
3. Slant
A handwriting can be a. just vertical; it stands straight on a baseline as though at 90 degrees. b. inclined to the right or c. inclined to the left. Further, it can be lightly inclined, very inclined, or acutely reclined. In general:
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Leftward slant writers are emotionally cold and defiant, self-centered, and/or selfish. Overly leftward can be very emotionally sick. Extremely left slants often indicate past trauma and/or inability to move on/ recover. 
Upright/vertical slant reveals emotional reserve, suppression, and self-reliance. The person acts not with his/her heart but with the head. The person can be cool under pressure.
One’s right slant indicates compliance with people. The person is emotionally expressive. The person will act according to emotions. Here pressure levels reveal how intense the emotions are expressed. Overly right slant writer cannot control his/her emotions.
Variable slants betray mostly an emotionally unstable person.
I had a terrible time with this one because even when I superimposed a chart on it, it was still unclear which slant it follows. Rossi’s handwriting appears to go in all directions however it is seldom on the extreme ends(ie, acutely inclined to the right or acutely reclined to the left. Both of these are “abnormal” and rare.) 
If we write with an unstable slant, we feel pulled in different directions. An unstable slant is a wobbling slant. At one moment the person is affectionate and at another moment he is aloof. The more unstable a wobble, the more unstable is the writer. The interpretation of the slant is based on the universal concept of ‘left versus right.’ Usually, people associate the left with the past and the right with the future. If the left and the right represent the past and the future, then the centre represents the present.
4. Size
Size simply refers to whether the writing is large or small. Of course, there are many categories in size, like large, overly large, medium, small, or overly small (microscopic). It is an unfixed trait. Because, depending upon the mood, people write sometimes small and at other times big. It also depends upon the paper on which they write. 
Valentino’s handwriting again follows a somewhat irregular pattern when it comes to size. I say this because size changing over a few lines is completely normal but irregular size between words shows emotional instability.
 According to Karen Amend et al, “variable letter sizes, that is, middle zone letters ranging in size from 1116th of an inch upwards, show a writer who is emotionally off-balance a good deal of the time. Too much caught up in his own feelings, he is likely to be self-centered, overly expressive, indecisive, and childish. Those around him often find him moody and immature, but not always without charm.”
(I do not agree with this description too much but this is all i could find regarding unstable size)
The letters enlargen in the middle of the sample, especially when he mentions someone by their name. If a certain word or name becomes suddenly bigger in comparison with other words in the same line, then we can conclude that the writer has invested some emotions either positive in the person or thing signified by that particular word that got enlarged. When we hold somebody or something in high esteem, then automatically that word gets enlarged in our writing. On the contrary, if we have less regard, and think less of the person, then the word automatically shrinks.
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5. Margin
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NARROW UPPER MARGIN
In short, it shows informality. If your handwriting leaves a very narrow margin on the top, it is an indication that you are informal with the person to whom you write. It shows informality and familiarity. Just because you are comfortable with the person, you start writing from the very beginning. (this does match with the contents of the sample at hand)
(Not much more to say really, the margins are wide on left and right side but it doesn't favor one side, which shows a balance/peace with their past as well future)
6. Speed
Speed refers to how fast or slow one writes. It measures how quickly or slowly an individual thinks and acts, the person’s intelligence level, and finally the degree of spontaneity and honesty. When we speak of speed, we are referring to the natural speed of the writer in thought, action, and reaction. All of us have an optimum speed at which we think and act most comfortably. If one is forced for a long time to go faster or slower than the optimum speed that will end up in difficulties. Speed tells of the intelligence and spontaneity of the writer.
There are barely any signs that the sample was written in a rushed or sloppy manner. He does leave a few large gaps in between which indicate uncertainty and the writer is possibly taking time to gather their thoughts before putting them onto paper. 
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7. Spacing
SPACING WITHIN WORDS
The distance that the writer places between the letters shows how he relates on a personal level to other people. Valentino’s handwriting shows more or less balanced and normal spaces within words. There is occasional tanglin but not to a concerning degree.  A normal, well-balanced spacing within the letter shapes and between them shows a personality that is balanced and flexible in relationship to others, with the ability for both closeness and reserve where appropriate.
SPACING BETWEEN WORDS
The space left between the written words represents the distance that the writer would like to maintain between himself and society at large. Rossi’s handwriting has rather narrow spaces between words. Very narrow spaces between the words show someone who will crowd others for attention, craving constant contact and closeness. Such a writer can be selfish in his demands and unwilling to give of his own time and energies to others.
SPACING BETWEEN LINES
8. Zones
The amount of space that the writer leaves between the lines on the page gives clues to the orderliness and clarity of his thinking, and to the amount of interaction that he wishes to have with his environment. Overall the sample at hand shows normal to slightly wide spacing between lines. There isn’t much tangling(sign of confusion/jumbled ideas) between the lines and neither are the lines excessively far apart(signs of suspicions and hostility). Normal spacing has its own personal harmony and flexibility. 
This is the most complex thing in graphology to me personally but to oversimplify, the three zones and what aspects they relate to are as follows:
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I. Upper: fantasy, spirit, intellect, creativity, imagination
Ii. Middle: social life, daily life, everyday concerns
Iii. Lower: instinctual self and drives for security, materialistic things, biological needs
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People can have a writing that is balanced across all zones or they may have a dominating zone. Valentino’s handwriting is overall middle zone dominant. According to Karen Amend et al, “If the Middle Zone is Strongly Developed, but neither the upper nor lower zones are, the writer is overly concerned for himself and his own daily activities. His self-assurance borders on presumptuousness and conceit, and he will make great issues of trivial things. The danger to this sort of writer is boredom and confinement in a self-centered world. ”
This is a somewhat pessimistic and outdated view of this trait(and respectfully I hate it <3). Most students today actually tend to have this type of handwriting and it’s quite common. While it is a somewhat “childish” trait, it may show the person’s extroversion and general concern over daily concerns. (This view is what I believe in more than the weird self-centred blah blah explanation.)
9. Printing & Cursive Writing
To oversimplify, print writing = intellectual/methodical person/head-over-heart or trying to be coherent. Cursive = fast/connected thoughts. 
Valentino mixes these two and it is considered an example of efficient breaks in print-cursive handwriting. It is quite common and indicates that the writer is intelligent, succinct, efficient, direct and fast, and simple in writing.
10. Connecting Strokes
(This was another aspect I had a hard time with because I am so out of touch with the knowledge I used to have.)
There are 4 types of connecting strokes: garland, angles, thread, and arcades. 
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(I’ve already written more than anyone wishes to read so I'll just jump to the conclusions instead of explaining each.) He uses a lot of garlands(upward strokes) as connecting strokes. If you write with garland connectors, then you are open, friendly, sociable, affectionate, flexible, ready to establish a link with others and communicate easily. Garlands are associated with openness and friendliness. More women than men seem to use garland connectors.
Garland is an image of round and open and is sincere, receptive, and obliging. Hence the positive qualities are feminine traits, friendliness, kindliness, natural behaviour, lack of formality, receptiveness, and adjustability. Socially, they are adaptable and flexible, but their strong need for security makes them feel threatened by any changes in their home, family, or lifestyle. These types are expressive yet conventional. They want communication with and acceptance by other people.
11. Signatures
Signature reveals: one’s public self-image, self-confidence, egotism, self-destruction, diversity, and creativity. Signature is the sum and substance of your public self-image. It shows how one behaves in public, how one acts around others, and in short, one’s social persona.
Signature larger than the script 
The writer is advertising and wishes to be recognized as an important person. Pride, self-esteem, ambition, and self-confidence are shown. (also a sign of vanity)
Creative Signature
The graphic imagery of the creative signature will mirror or express the nature of the creative drive, as in the beat of music, the stroke of brush or pen, or creative imagery that reflects the professional involvement.
Ascending Signatures
This is a sign that the person feels good about his public image. 
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 12. Letter Specific traits
Capital 'A'
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The 'A' seems to be written in a single stroke retracting back up which may show intelligence and originality.
Lower zone letters
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I DIDNT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THIS AND I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY. SO HERE IS WHAT ONE TEXTBOOK SAYS:
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THIS IS WILD AND I DO NOT WANT TO COMMENT ON THIS.
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Yeah so that will be it for the analysis, I wish I could be more coherent about this. please send asks incase if you want me to explain something in particular or you disagree with some aspect of the analysis (eg the slant <- the poll I did was killing me)
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All week I told myself that on Sunday, I was going to write all day.
I opened my laptop up for the first time in two weeks. I haven't written a word since I finished editing Expensive and tried for over an hour to work on my series Like My Dreams.
I thought about it all week and have been so eager to continue it, only the words won't come.
I know it's not for lack of passion or wanting to; I think about this story (and all the other ones) constantly.
I've been trying to deny some feelings for a while, or chalk it up to getting too much in my own head, but today it's come down heavier than ever and what is ultimately responsible for blocking my creativity and turning my love for my stories from thoughts into actual sentences.
I'm lonely.
I've never felt so alone.
The Charlie fandom seems to be relatively non existent, or just extremely quiet.
I have no space. No where I fit in.
I'm on the outskirts, trying to find a spot, constantly seeing if there is a way I can have a place for my ideas, stories, and even friendship, and have it hold some value to the others I'm around.
The more I post on here, the less I feel seen.
Engagement on this platform has reduced drastically across the board, and it's effecting so many artists.
It's not about numbers. I'm sure some of you are probably thinking "your last fic has over 100 notes". Yeah. It does. Almost all of those notes are likes, and more than half the reblogs are my own.
What I'm seeking is engagement. Conversation. A likeness and kinship started by a common interest that blooms into simple conversations and thoughts shared.
Comparison is a bitch. I see so many people living the Tumblr life I wish to have. Asks, comments, reblogs of teasers and moodboards for upcoming fics screaming of excitement and praise and how eager they are to read it. People dropping everything they're doing to read the latest chapter of their friend's new fic.
I realize the many reasons why I'm in a different position than they are, but lately it's been screaming at me louder than ever that I'm lacking something meaningful or whatever I'm doing on here isn't enough.
I've tried creating a buzz around my stories. I am aware that most of the time I write for unpopular characters with a smaller fan base, so I set the bar lower but am still left feeling inadequate even when I write for the popular ones. Whenever I've shared snippets of WIPs in hopes to gain some excitement from my readers, it falls short. Usually it'll inspire me to keep going, to write better than ever and make this next fic The Best One that makes me so happy and excited to get out. (For Charlie, I'll say, and write something I'm so unbelievably proud of) and then sometimes it makes me wonder if I should bother continuing at all.
I know I am not owed anything by anyone and no one is obligated to read or comment or anything of the sort, and I am beyond grateful for the comments and support I do receive, and the friendships I've made, old and new.
I'm not exactly sure what I'm getting at here, I just needed to write it down and "talk" it out.
I've been battling the decision to continue writing but not share it. I don't want that to happen, because as much as I write these stories for myself, a lot of the fun of it comes from being able to share it with all of you.
Nothing dramatic is happening. I'm not leaving, and I will be writing again because I'm not at all done with what I have to say about these characters, I just felt this needed to be said and already feel a little lighter by sharing it.
Write your stories, comment on your favourite fics, scream with your mutuals about a photo or gif that inspired something in you, tell your writer friends and writers you've never spoken to but love their stories just how much you do... I promise it makes more of an impact than you know. 💗
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thesirencult · 6 months
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BRINGING DOWN OTHERS IS LOW VALUE
Today I had the joy of getting a message from a nice young lady who wanted to thank me for my advice and sweetly asked me if I wanted to be friends with her ❤️
This made me understand that having a platform may be a way to share our individual opinions but we should have in mind that, especially on Tumblr, many people come across our content and we have responsibility to correctly and ethically influence them by adding value to their lives.
So, I want to thank every single one of you for following me and sending sweet messages. All 1,205 of you. We are a small corner on the internet and I don't care about appearing "mysterious" and "unapproachable" to my digital friends.
If you have a question/a content suggestion or just want to say "Hi!" don't be shy and use my AMA or private messages. I'll try to answer to all of you.
Also, thank you for being patient with me as I'm finishing up with this exam season and have not posted anything in the past few days. A few of you reached out for tarot readings and a birth chart analysis and we got even closer, so thank you for trusting me with your time, money, hopes and wishes!
I asked the young lady if she wanted me to write a post about something specific or if she had any content suggestions. She told me that she wanted my opinion on "pick-me" girls who bring other women down. She added that it would be interesting to "know how do this girls think". Your wish is my command young lady!
Shall we start ?
After you queens... 👑
Have you noticed something? People who are high value and successful are always eager to extend their hand to other people full of passion and ambition. They become mentors and leaders for other women and men. They set the standard by example. Usually these people are kind hearted, yet know how and when to set boundaries.
All in all, they don't bring other people down, they build them up.
This women and men build ladders for others to climb at the top with them but they know, they have to protect themselves and their loved ones from vultures, because someone can bring you down even if you are thousand meters above them. They just have to pull the rug underneath your feet.
Someone who is high, won't try to lower someone else's value. Someone who is low is not accustomed to the loneliness of the top. They want to surround themselves with other low value individuals to feel powerful. That's the pack mentality and that's why mean girls/boys hang in crowds.
We all had that "friend". She was insecure but always downplayed. She was always jealous of other people and you could see it but you never thought she was jealous of you. Why would she be? When you talked about your crush/business idea/ambitions it was always : "Ew he is ugly.", "Who are you Elon Musk?", "A law degree? You don't even know how to think critically.".
That friend and you fell apart when you started investing in yourself, and that's when the veil fell off and you saw other girls like that.
The pick-me girls.
A couple days ago, I had a "History Of Economic Thought" exam (It's a very interesting topic to research and if a similar class is available to you, I suggest that you take it!). It was the last one I had to take in person.
I felt awful, anxious and tired. Two weeks of hard work, studying everyday, staying up till light came through the blinds and commuting two hours back and forth to and from school had made me emotionally and mentally tired. I needed some loving from my cat Mr. Mau and a toffee nut latte.
I did my 10k steps by the sea and decided to open up Pinterest and make myself feel a bit better. I searched up "fall aesthetic", "studying aesthetic", "toffee nut latte from Starbucks" etc.
Under a pin there was this comment by a girl calling all women who are "obsessed" with fall, Starbucks and cute photos of pumpkins, "silly a** basic white b*tches".
I then went on TikTok and came across a video of a woman who was being shamed for having a 35k engagement ring (you know which one I'm talking about, the one her man, an amazing king ate the interviewer up and left no crumbs). A woman had commented "she is a gold digger and when he cheats on her with a good woman she'll get what she deserves".
Excuse me what ? So a good woman is one who tries to please others by accepting less than she deserves. I'm not one who would want a 35k engagement ring, buy me a 3k one and 32k of gold for investment purposes, but if her men believed she deserved that, then so be it.
Why are you trying to get picked? Do you think men marry the good girl? Do you think any man who will only see you as an innocent, precious lovely angel will be able to take all of you?
These women are playing a dangerous game. They so badly want to get picked and mostly they get picked but for all the wrong reasons. They love how guys on podcasts praise them online for being "feminine". They love the attention of boys who find them cool.
Sweetheart, you need a man who will find your rage and your sweetness sacred.
You need parents who will understand that you have your own dreams, needs and that you are not just an extension of their egos.
These women and the so-called "good guys" (uhh don't let me get started on those") are sad inside. They would love to have your own wildness and freedom. They feel jealous that you are still that magical bitch holding your pumpkin spice latte with a fresh new set and while doing kick boxing on Wednesday afternoon.
Girls, watch some Legally Blonde. It's the literal blueprint 😉 It made me come to terms with my girly nature as a girl who grew up a tomboy.
You don't have to be just bubbly and feminine. You don't have to be just a dark feminine, femme fatale. You can be all of those things because we are multilayered beings. Lastly, we have the gift of metamorphosis. Don't be afraid to transform and break the mold.
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do you know any legit work (so not just tumblr marxists who know a little marx and very little ancient egypt) on ancient egypt and class consciousness? bc while thats _definitely_ a way to look at the past that forces modern concepts on ancient people, there must be someone who approached the matter less awkwardly than others. or is there?
Personally, I wouldn't let that sort of thinking anywhere near Ancient Egypt. It doesn't belong there. You cannot compare a non western ancient society to western political and economic theories that have no basis in the non western society and for things they couldn't even dream of happening. It's inherently flawed, but people will insist on doing it because of course they're modern and know better.
How the Egyptians thought of their society? That's...an extremely difficult thing to pin down. I had to try to do so, in part, for my own doctoral thesis, and it's kinda not possible to do for a lay audience due to the complex nature of needing to understand Ancient Egyptian culture and society as a whole before you even try to break it down into anything resembling 'class warfare'. Something I've been trying to tell people for days with regards to the Turin Strike Papyrus. People are only viewing it through a modern 'class struggle against capitalism' lens and they are failing to look at it within the context of Ancient Egyptian society and the events of the time. People always expect there to be 'just one book' that'll explain it all, and that is never the case in academia. As Egyptologists, or at least while I was at uni, we were actively told to refrain from using terms like 'elite' or 'high class/low class' when talking about people in Ancient Egypt. This was because the terms cannot and should not be applied to them, and thus we use things like 'they had a higher/lower status in society' which avoids definitively placing them in a strata.
Any information we have on how they viewed themselves is, of course, written by those who could read and write, who in turn tend to be those of a higher social status. Thus inherent bias in the data set. How that social status is defined is...well I think I've said this several times over the last week or so: a complicated relationship between how close you are to the gods and also whether you could read and write (see the King as Sun Priest text). Even that is 12 groups of people, divided into two and then further divided into six. You would struggle to pin the nature of society down more accurately than that, and that's from a text where it's largely religiously metaphorical. However, the text was written for the ruling people, and we don't have the thoughts of regular people written in texts. They couldn't read or write, so how they saw themselves within their society and what they imagined their place to be within it is simply inaccessible because it was never recorded.
You then have the problem of understanding wealth distribution in a non monetary economy. Is a baker higher in society than a farmer? How do we define this? We can't do it on monetary value since they don't have it. We can't do it on societal value, because how do you define that within a society that doesn't have many records of how they define it and the ones we do have are written for a specific audience thus heavily biased. We can't do it on pay because we don't have that information. You might say the farmer because traditionally farmers are considered, throughout history, as some of the poorer members of society. But cattle were expensive in Ancient Egypt with it 141 deben for a mature Ox and 20 deben for a young one. So a Herdsman could have accrued wealth that way; in which case where does a Herdsman sit on this social ladder? We can't tell, because while they may have had personal wealth, this doesn't necessarily translate to higher social standing.
There's a difference between the Ruling folk and the Common folk, obviously, but the line between them is extremely blurry and you do have to factor in education. A common man who could read would be valued more highly than a member of the nobility who couldn't. However, it still depends on the type of scribal job you did. We see this clearly in the Teaching of Khety (aka the Satire on the Trades), which does show some social stratification. The big 'however' here comes from the fact that the Teaching of Khety is very clearly a satire on how Scribes think they're better than everyone else due to the fact that they can read and write, thus rendering the thoughts on other trades rather mute because it's essentially a send up of snobbery within Egyptian society. The only thing you can really take from it is that clearly many scribes were snotty about their literacy.
Essentially, it is a top down system, but where you'd draw the lines as to definitively say 'this person belongs to this social class' is not something I think we'll ever be able to truly do.
Texts I've looked at with regards to this in the past:
Assmaan, J., 1970. Der König als Sonnenpriester: ein Kosmographischer Begleittext zur kultischen Sonnenhymnik in thebanischen Tempeln und Gräbern. Glückstadt: Augustin.
Eyre, C. J., 2004. How Relevant Was Personal Status to the Functioning of the Rural Economy in Pharaonic Egypt?. BIFAO, 140, 157-187.
Ezzamel, M., 2004. Work Organization in the Middle Kingdom, Ancient Egypt. Organization, 11, 497-537.
Grandet, P. 2013. The Ramesside State. In J. Moreno Garcia (Ed.), Ancient Egyptian Administration. Leiden: Brill, 831-900
Haring, B., 2010. Administration and Law: Pharaonic. In A. B. Lloyd (Ed.), Companion to Ancient Egypt. Chichester: Wiley-Blackwell, 218-236
Lesko, B., 1994. Ranks, Roles, and Rights. In L. Lesko (Ed.), Pharaoh's Workers: The Villagers of Deir el Medina. Ithaca, London: Cornell University Press, 15-40
McDowell, A., 1990. Jurisdiction in the Workmen's Community of Deir el Medina. Leiden: Nederlands Instituut voor het Nabije Oosten.
McDowell, A., 1992. Agricultural Activity of the Workmen of Deir el Medina. JEA, 78, 195-206.
McDowell, A., 1999. Village Life in Ancient Egypt: Laundry lists and Love Songs. Oxford: OUP.
Meskell, L., 1999. Archaeologies of a Social Life: Age, Sex, Class et cetera in Ancient Egypt. Malden, MA: Blackwell.
Meskell, L., 2007. Archaeologies of Identity. In: T. Soll, ed. The Archaeology of Identities: A Reader. London: Routledge, 23-43.
Papazian, H., 2013. The Central Administration of the Resources in the Old Kingdom: Departments, Treasuries, Graneries, and Work Centers. In: C. Moreno Garcia, ed. Ancient Egyptian Administration. Leiden: Brill, 41-84.
Shaw, I., 2004. Identity and Occupation: How Did Individuals Define Themselves and Their Work in the Egyptian New Kingdom?. In: J. Bourriau & J. Phillips, eds. Invention and Innovation - The Social Context of Technological Change 2: Egypt, the Aegean and the Near East, 1650-1150 BC, Proceedings of a conference held at the McDonald Institute for Archaeological Research, Cambridge, 4-6 September 2002. Oxford: Oxbow Books, 12-24.
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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 17
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Part 17: I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love
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Words: 4.1k
Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader
Warnings: References to mafia families. References to breaking and entering, violence, and sexual assault. Firearms. Deception. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.
Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.
Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.
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“Boss?”
Steve had just reached is study, ill at ease with the message Dyson sent him early this morning. All it had said was urgent. And that had been enough to pull him out of his bed before he wanted to leave it.
He wasn’t sure what was worse, the implication of that text or leaving his little wife there sleeping peacefully in his bed. He’d quickly relieved himself in the shower, trying to be quick about it. But his hand couldn’t come even remotely close to the sweetness of her tight little body. He’d barely explored her, just a few days into their marriage.
So Steve was in a foul mood to start the day, glancing up as Dyson bustled into the study, shut the door.
“What?” he asked his man with no small dose of impatience.
Dyson’s color was high, his ears blood red. “There was another incident last night.”
Incident? Steve had a bad feeling about this.
His man’s expression was grim. “They hit Giordano’s last night.”
Giordano ran a highly successful retail shop that was under his protection. They dealt in hunting and fishing gear. It was a great front for running guns and ammo under the radar. The man’s father had been an old poker buddy of his father’s and they always had a good relationship, dealt well together.
Anger rose quickly. “How bad?”
It took Dyson a moment to meet his gaze which just meant it was worse.
“They waited until they closed shop,” Dyson explained. “And they broke in through the back before the staff could even make it out for the night. They got a shit ton of ammo, several rifles, and all their cash.”
“Fuck,” Steve muttered. Running a hand over his beard, he waited. He could just tell there was more by the way Dyson was shifting his weight from one foot to the other on the other side of his desk. “Anyone hurt?”
Dyson dropped his gaze. Oh, this is bad.
“Yeah, Vince’s kid took a rifle butt to the head,” Dyson told him. “Knocked him out. He’s in the hospital. So’s the girl…”
“Girl?” Steve felt bile rise in his throat, afraid of what direction that was going in.
“Yeah,” Dyson explained. “The girl worked at the shop. A college kid. They, ah, they did a number on her… A really bad number on her. Yeah…”
Rape?
“How bad?” Steve wanted to know.
“More than one of them got her,” Dyson told him in a lowered voice. “Cut her up too.”
Steve knew what this was. Rising from the desk, he stared his man down.
“This is the second fucking time they’ve hit something that’s ours,” Steve said angrily. “And this is far worse than the first one.”
The first hit had been on a pawn shop under his family’s protection. Yeah, they’d taken the cash and most everything of value in the dive. But he hadn’t considered that, at the time, as more than just a random hit.
That had just been a week ago. Now Giordano’s had been hit and hit hard. It was on the same street, a much more lucrative target. And the loss of money and weaponry was bad enough. Attacking the staff? Violence and rape? That upped the ante.
The strike was meant to inspire fear. To shake faith in his leadership. While he wasn’t entirely surprised by the move, he was taken aback by the brutality of it. It wasn't Barnes's usual style.
“Any clues?” Steve demanded. “I want to know everything.”
“I sent Scott and Neal down there,” his man explained. “If it had just been a B&E and robbery, we might have had a chance to keep the cops out of it. But with the assaults? The girl?”
Steve felt sick. The business his family had been in for a few generations was brutal and ugly. In leading the family, now all the families of Boston, Steve had to be brutal, do things that haunted him.
But some things just weren’t done. Steve’s father brought him up old school. Women and children were off limits. Unless of course you ran into a female soldier, and it happened once in a while these days. Most of them were wannabes.
He blew out an exhale, considering the one he had under his roof, watching over his wife. He had his doubts about the situation. About Belova’s daughter. But Belova had been one of his best lieutenants and that was a big reason Steve was giving his daughter a try.
That and his wife demanded it for a wedding present. Now that she was in his bed, he could be a little indulgent. As long as his wife was also protected by his men until he could gauge Yelena’s skill set.
Outside of that, women and children? No. He beat the shit out of the last man in one of his clubs allowing an underage girl in to sell herself. Yeah, they dealt in girls as well as guns, but no one was forced to work in the whorehouses. They had a choice.
“I feel like Barnes is behind this,” Steve told him.
Dyson nodded.
“When Neal and Scott return,” Steve instructed, “I want Scott here. I want you and Clint to stay here. The three of you and Belova will know where my wife is at all times. Is that in any way unclear?”
Dyson’s salt and pepper brows inched up at that.
“The first strike happened around the time she moved in here,” Steve pointed out. “That the second escalated to this extreme right after our wedding isn’t a coincidence, Dyson.”
His man nodded, considering his words. “What are you thinking?”
Steve shook his head. “She’s at the center of all this. I wish I knew what the bastard had in his head. Maybe he wants her because he wants my seat that badly. Maybe he wants revenge for what her mother did. Either way, I want her protected.”
“Of course,” Dyson said. “I swear it.”
That Dyson loved her so much wasn’t lost on Steve. He was counting on it.
“I need to figure out who is making these moves and why,” Steve explained. “While I’m dealing with that, I have to know she’s safe.”
“She will be,” Dyson told him.
“Keep an eye on Belova for me,” Steve bid him.
Dyson blew out an exhale.
“What?”
“Belova is okay,” Dyson told him meaningfully. “She’s a good girl. She’ll show you.”
Steve cocked a brow at him. “Why is she running around trying to be a soldier then?”
“She’s got her reasons,” Dyson told him. “You’ll probably figure it out in time. Until then, know this. Yelena’s a good person. She’ll fight as hard as any of us to keep your wife safe. And your wife trusts her.”
“What are you not telling me?” Steve asked carefully.
“Not my story to tell,” Dyson told him. “But if you trust me, trust Belova.”
That Dyson defended the young woman was something. He wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t believe it. Maybe there was more to the situation than he saw on the surface.
“We’ll see,” Steve told him. “Just make sure you know where she and my wife are at all times."
“You know I will,” Dyson said to him.
“Have Clint bring the car around,” Steve told him. “I need to head into the city. I’m calling a meeting with Sam, Thor, and Tony.”
“I expected you would,” Dyson told him. “I’ll manage things here.”
“Thank you.”
As soon as Dyson left the study, Steve rose and went to the window. The snow was melting, and the temperatures were rising. In a few weeks, it would be spring.
He thought of his bride, sleeping alone in his bed upstairs.
The morning hadn’t gone the way he planned. With his body still aching, he stood there contemplating his situation for a long time.
***
You woke up later in the morning, alone. Steve wasn’t there and he hadn’t woke you before he got up. That was new.
The break was nice though it had you feeling out of sorts. Had you wondering. Was everything okay?
Or was he tiring of you already?
After you’d showered and dressed, you made your way downstairs. Today was warmer. You weren’t wearing a ton of layers and it was nice.
At the foot of the stairs was Scott, his blue eyes as friendly as his smile.
“Good morning,” he told you.
“Good morning.”
He followed you into the dining room. No sooner had you taken your seat than Luca came out, carrying your breakfast. Something lit up the cook’s dark eyes. When he placed that tray in front of you, you took in a small stack of pancakes with eggs. Three types of syrups, a cup of fresh fruit.
Luca chuckled at your reaction. “I thought so. I got more of them pancakes ready to go if you want more.”
You couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you. But this is plenty.”
Nodding, he headed back for the kitchen. You’d just dug in when Yelena wandered into the kitchen. Just like the men who worked for Steve, she wore a suit. Trousers and a suit coat, a high-necked blouse under it. You appreciated her dedication. You didn’t envy them wearing all that as warm as it would soon be.
Her green eyes were assessing. But there was something beneath the surface…
“How are you?” you asked her.
Yelena nodded. “Good. We have a big day planned.”
“We?”
“That’s right,” Yelena told you.
Scott stood at the entrance to the dining room and the way Yelena eyed you…
Okay. You’d play along.
“What are our plans?” you asked.
Scott, in trying not to appear that he was listening to your conversation shifted awkwardly, giving you the opinion that he was indeed listening. Yelena never cut her glance his way once, her gaze locked with yours.
“I’ve arranged for someone to see you today,” she told you with a smile. “She works at a local salon. She does wonderful manicures. I thought that might lift your spirits since you need to stay here at home for the time being.”
Really? You hoped the woman coming to see you was here for what you really wanted.
Pausing over your breakfast, you smiled at her. And it was genuine. “That sounds wonderful,” you told her in your best hopeful tone. “It won’t… cause a problem will it?”
Innocently you looked from her to Scott and back. Now the two of you had Scott’s attention.
“I’ll need to search her and her things,” Scott told you.
Yelena nodded to him. “I would expect no less. She’ll be here within the hour. Will you let me know when she is cleared?”
Scott smiled. “Of course.”
“Thank you,” she told him.
“Thank you!” Your excitement was real. “I appreciate it.”
“No problem,” he told you, staying put while you finished your breakfast.
When you were finished you headed for the living room with Yelena. Her friend arrived within in minutes. When she hit the doorbell, Scott wasn’t the only one heading to answer the door. Dyson was on his heels.
You looked to Yelena, but she didn’t react at all, just patiently waited. After a couple of minutes, the older woman carried her bag into the living room, smiling at you.
“What do we have planned ladies?” Dyson asked, bustling in after her.
“My friend Agnes is here to give Mrs. Rogers a manicure,” Yelena told him with a smile. “She’s been a little blue coupled up because of the snow. I thought it might cheer her up.”
Dyson watched Agnes’s gaze sweep over the room.
“The dining room might work better,” she told you.
“Of course,” you told her, rising to lead the way.
In a matter of minutes, you were seated at the table in your husband’s seat. Agnes to your right, setting out everything she would need while Yelena and Dyson watched from the side.
Dyson pulled a face at the many tools she pulled out. “Why do you need all that to do her nails? Looks like you’re going to torture her.”
Agnes laughed, her black curls bouncing. “You’ve never heard the phrase it hurts to be beautiful?”
Dyson scoffed. “She’s already beautiful. She doesn’t need fancy nails.”
Agnes’s grin was pure mischief. “Nothing like a good manipadi to cheer a girl up. She’ll feel good as new.”
He shook his head. “I’ve got no idea what you just said but as long as she’s happy, fine.” To you, he said, “Yell if you need anything.”
“I will,” you told him happily.
Your friend didn’t look entirely convinced but only because he didn’t understand. After moment, he wandered off leaving Scott to stay just outside the room.
And Agnes proceeded to give you a manicure, working with the efficiency of a skilled surgeon. You’d only ever had one manicure in New York on one of your last visits. You’d like how it looked.
And Agnes was certainly charming, chatting with you and Yelena both as if you’d known her all your life.
“Keep them shorter,” Yelena instructed, and Agnes nodded.
“Shorter?”
“You’ll see later,” Yelena told you.
When Scott’s phone chimed, he answered, walking up the hall.
Agnes stopped, looking you in the eye. “When was your last period?”
“I’m due in the next day or two,” you told her.
Her concerned gaze went to Yelena. “If there’s any chance she’s pregnant…”
“It’s a risk we’ll have to take,” Yelena said grimly.
“Are you sure?” Agnes asked you.
You hoped you weren’t pregnant. It was possible. Swallowing hard, you nodded.
Opening her coat, Yelena pulled out a covered medical needle. “Go.”
Agnes grabbed the collar of your cardigan, pulling it low enough to swab the area with alcohol and quickly administer the shot. It all went so fast, you barely felt the sting.
“Keep an eye on the injection site,” she said quickly. “Keep track of the date. The next one has to be administered in three months. Anything over 13 weeks puts you at risk.”
You nodded. “Thank you.”
A beat later, she was back at work on your nails and chatting with Yelena like nothing ever happened.
You tried to put it out of your mind, but your mind was spinning. Had you done the right thing? Preventing pregnancy without telling your husband? What if you were already pregnant? Would the injection hurt the child?
You had beautiful French tips, not too long, and your mind was still spinning as Yelena paid Agnes and you said your goodbyes.
“You look tired,” Yelena remarked. Before you could say anything to that, you noticed that Scott was back.
“I guess I am. Maybe I’ll take a nap.”
“I’ll walk you up,” Yelena told you.
When you reached your room, she followed you in, closing and locking the door.
“You got quiet,” she told you in a lowered voice. “Second thoughts?”
“Not really,” you admitted. “I’m not ready to start a family. But what if I’m already…”
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small bit of plastic. A pregnancy test you realized. Quickly, she told you what to do since you’d never actually seen one before. You headed for the bathroom.
It was a long five minutes but there was only one line on the test when it was done.
Negative. It was a huge relief.
“Better?” she asked.
You nodded.
“Now that some of the pressure is off in that area of your life,” Yelena told you, wrapping the used test in tissues and shoving it into her pocket. “Let’s work on other aspects. Maybe you’re to stay here for your safety, but there’s a lot we can do with that time.”
Sinking onto the end of your bed, you asked, “Like what?”
“Where is your .22?” she asked.
Getting up, you headed to your closet. At the back of the walk-in, was an assortment of shoes arranged in plastic holders. Mostly ballet and pointe shoes, but there were other shoes you didn’t wear often. Water shoes, a pair you’d bought for running but ultimately found too narrow and uncomfortable.
From the back of the shoe bag, you pulled out a small bundle. You’d wrapped the small handgun and the cuff in satin garment bag. Yelena watched you from the entrance to the closet, shrugging.
“Not bad,” she told you. “Bring it to me.”
You did, carefully because it was loaded.
Yelena directed you to take a seat on your bed. “Let’s start with the basics.”
She showed you first how to release the clip, popping it out of the gun so it was no longer as dangerous. Then she made you demonstrate that you could drop the clip and reload the clip. Once you reloaded, she dropped the clip, sitting it next to you on the bed.
“Keep it unloaded,” she told you. “Like this. You also need to make sure you don’t have a round chambered.”
“What?”
As you understood it, there could be a bullet in the chamber, ready to fire, even with the clip out.
“Now, you will ensure the gun is in this state before you practice,” Yelena told you.
“Practice?” You were confused. “How am I going to practice when he doesn’t want me outside the house?”
“It’s not necessary to actually fire the gun with live ammo to practice,” she pointed out. “You should carry it around for a few minutes each day. Familiarize yourself with its weight. You can also practice aiming, using the sights.”
“Sights?”
For the next hour, Yelena went over so many things. The safety was easy enough to understand. The sights? That was explained too, how to use them to line up a target. When you held the gun up, Yelena corrected your stance, your grip.
“Bring the gun up to your eye, not your eye down to the gun,” she told you.
When she was satisfied that you could load and unload the gun, use the safety and the sights, she started explaining the ammunition. How many rounds, bullets, the clip held. To keep track of your shots to be on top of reloading.
When you passed her exam, and it was complicated, Yelena nodded. “Very good. You will practice each day. Make sure the door is locked when you do this.”
“Got it.”
“You’re a good student,” Yelena told you. “You’re not afraid of the gun and you follow instructions well.”
“I try,” you told her.
“If you will work hard,” she went on, “you’ll be every bit as good with gun as Scott or Clint.”
“Not you?” That had you grinning.
Yelena winked at you. “Maybe one day. You’ll come close.”
Laughing, you ensured the gun was unloaded, no bullet in the chamber, and wrapped it back up, restoring it to your hiding place.
“Take that nap now,” she told you. “I’ll come back for you for dinner.”
A nap sounded good. You thanked her and stretched out on the bed to do just that.
You didn’t think you’d been asleep for long when the pain woke you up. Cramps. Of course, your period hit right on time. Curling on your side, your mind spun, your hands sliding over your tummy. You’d always had really bad cramps.
Pulling yourself up, you headed for the bathroom to deal with that before you started to bleed through. Your head was hurting too. Just great. How was that going to go with Steve? Would he want to have sex anyway?
When you walked back out into the bedroom, Steve walked in, smiling to see you. As his gaze took you in, his smiled faded.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, shedding his suit coat, and dropping it out the end of the bed. He tipped up your chin with his fingers when he reached you, had you meeting his gaze. “You’re not feeling well?”
Here we go.
“I’m not,” you told him. “I’m sorry.”
“What is it?”
You really didn’t want to tell him that you had your period. You’d never talked about it with your father, nor any man. Too embarrassing. And knowing that you weren’t in the family way was bound to displease him, unrealistic as it was given how long you'd been married.
Guilt for temporarily taking that option off the table was just beneath the surface, had your hands shaking.
Concern crept into his expression then.
“Princess, what is it?” his tone was gentle. “You can tell me.”
No, you really couldn’t.
Easing you down to sit at the edge of the bed, he went to the bathroom. When he came back, he joined you on the bed.
“Is it your monthly?” he asked without preamble.
Probably found your supplies under the sink. Menstrual products were about the only thing you didn’t find in the bathroom that had been stocked for you when you moved into Steve’s room.
You dropped your head into your hands, your anxiety escalating.
Steve’s hand was gentle, stroking your back. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s part of life… Is it bad?”
You nodded, feeling like a heel. “I’ve always had… bad cramps.”
Steve nodded, rose from the bed, and left the room. Did he mean to sleep elsewhere then? Did it bother him? You’d heard some men were squeamish about it.
But he was back in five minutes, undoing his tie as he walked back to you. What was he up to?
“Why don’t you get ready for bed?” he said calmly. “Get comfortable.”
Did he mean to have you anyway?
He went into the closet then and your heart lurched, wondering what he was looking for. He came back out with your favorite pink pajamas.
“Here.” Steve handed them to you. “Everything will be here by the time you’ve changed.”
Everything?
When you came out, Steve urged you to get in bed. He positioned pillows behind you to make you comfortable. When someone knocked, Dyson and Yelena walked in.
Perfect. Everyone knew about your period now. This wasn’t at all awkward. You just wished the bed would swallow you up…
Dyson had a heating pad, working at getting it plugged in. Yelena brought you a small medicine bottle.
“Pain relievers but very mild ones. No more than two at a time, three times a day.” Handing you two of the small white pills, she gave you the glass of water she carried so you could take them.
“Dinner’s almost done,” Dyson told you as you moved the heating pad over your tummy. "Should be able to eat it before those pills knock you out.”
“Thank you.” You were embarrassed but grateful. Your friends left then, as Steve joined you on the bed, staying dressed.
Dyson and Luca carried trays for your dinner and Steve’s. You thanked Luca who winked at you, pulling a bottle of beer from his apron.
“There,” he told you. “Will make those pills work faster. Just take it easy.”
You smiled at him. The beer sounded good. Steve’s expression wasn’t exactly approving.
Yelena followed them, carrying in a small stack of files, placing them on the end of bed for Steve.
“Thank you,” he told her.
Once they were gone, Steve turned on the TV, the news. You ate in silence, but it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. Save for the guilt of what you’d done earlier. Could you keep that secret without guilt eating you alive? How long did you plan to keep it up? Would he figure it out?
Maybe you just needed to talk to him about it…
He finished before you did, putting the tray to the side, and taking up the stack of papers. “I need to do a couple of work things,” he explained. “Finish eating and then get some rest. I’ll be here if you need anything.”
Part of you felt like the biggest asshole in the world.
Another part of you, well, that part was surprised. Steve hadn’t been mad at you for not being pregnant. He was taking care of you which you really hadn’t expected.
When you finished your meal, he took the tray and moved it off the bed.
You stretched out, trying to get comfortable while Steve worked quietly next to you. The pills worked their magic, the beer did help, and the pain let up. They also pulled you into a deep sleep.
At some point, deep in the night, you woke up because of your bladder. It wasn’t a drill. Steve had curled around you, naked because that’s how he slept apparently, sound asleep. When you returned to bed, you gazed at him in the shadows. Your husband. He really was beautiful.
Easing back onto the bed, you could have laughed at the way his hand found you in sleep, pulling you firmly against him. It wasn’t so bad.
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could you do a jk vampire fic where the reader’s family are vampire hunters?
possible back story where the reader doesn’t want to participate in the hunting activities, but one day she finds jk in their basements and chooses to go against her family to save him?
In the Dead of Night
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synopsis; in which you come from a family of vampire hunters, but refuse to partake in family affairs, especially when it involves a random - but inhumanely beautiful male specimen that's currently locked down inside a cell in your basement. OR what's more important? family values, or moral?
pairing; vampire!jungkook x vampire hunter!reader
genre; angst, fluff, humor, vampire au, vampire hunter au
warnings; one curse word, elude to torture, moment of mind control, seductive VAMPIRE koo, idk man just a lot of sexual tension and talk of nipples but no smut (sorry kiddos maybe next time), disappointed parental units
rating; 18+
w/c; 1,987
a/n; love, love, LOVE the idea anon!! thank you so much for the inspiration to this lil drabble. like + reblog if you enjoyed. don't be a silent reader! <3 feedback helps keep this writer motivated to continue to put out more content - like this! all the love, always.
The training started when you were a little girl.
The rebellion started when you turned 18.
The betrayal occurred when you turned 25.
You lie on your stomach, headphones over your ears, and feet crossed behind you in the air as you bob your head to the loud music. Mouthing the words to your favorite song, you idly scroll through Tumblr until the reflection of headlights flash across your open window. Your eyes flicker to the curtains that gently sway in the nighttime breeze as you lower your headphones to rest around your neck. By the time you do, do you hear the loud 'SLAM' of the metal doors that lead down to your basement from the outside entrance.
Your parent's were back from their 'vacation' as they liked to tell those around you who weren't aware of the family business your lineage was unfortunately a part of - vampire hunting. This only ever meant one thing, that there was going to be a guest.
A vampire guest.
You purse your lips, your heart plummeting into the depths of your stomach as you think about the torture they're about to put your undead guest through. It made you sick. They made you sick. You're not sure what coursed through your veins that night, but something within your soul screamed at you to help this poor, unfortunate soul - if they had one, that is. Trivial matters.
But, you had to be patient. You had to wait for the exact right moment to make your move. When your parents went to bed.
You only hoped your vampire captive wasn't fine dust on the floor by the time you're able to get down there.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Your eyes feel like weights as they droop halfway closed, only to snap open a second later when you hear the shuffling of two pairs of feet walk by your door, accompanied by two shadows that you see from the crack underneath your closed door. You wait with bated breath for the last sign of your parent's closing in for the rest of the night that comes in a few short minutes. It was a unique sign, as it pertains to your father and his traumatic upbringing - the sound of white noise.
Yes, your father refused to sleep unless it was on. Due to the thin walls, and your room being connected to theirs, you hear the muffled, light hum of the machine easily.
It was time.
Inching your body slowly off your creaky bed, your bare feet hit the cool hardwood floors and your entire body erupts with goosebumps. Standing up, you make sure to grab the flashlight that you keep on your nightstand for the occasional blackouts that occur at the middle of nowhere location of your home. Turning on the flashlight, the first object that becomes illuminated is that of your favorite bunny slippers. The floppy ears and beady, black knitted eyes stare at you blankly and you make quick work of securing them onto your cold feet before slowly opening your door.
Head peeking out, you look both ways down the hall before resuming your stealthy, silent walk down the long hall and to the basement door. The keys hung innocently on the decorative key hanger that held the corny and ironic quote of ‘what I love most about my home, is who I share it with’. It takes everything in your power every time you walk by it, not to roll your eyes at the double meaning behind it.
Clenching them in your hands tightly, you prevent them from jingling unnecessarily as you slide the neck of the key into the fitted lock with ease, turning until you hear the ‘click’ of the lock to signal it’s release of restraint. Turning the knob ever so gently, you push open the basement door and stare down the steps that are shrouded in darkness. If you didn’t know any better, they looked as if they led to nothing, but you knew better.
Silently, you shut the door behind you, causing what little light you had left from the moon to cease and leave you in a pit of darkness, if it weren’t for your handy dandy flashlight to help you make your way safely down the stairs. Once your feet hit the hard concrete, do you hear the rattle of a thick chain in the distance.
You direct your circle of light at the noise and come across a pair of shackled wrists that rest atop a pair of what looks like black, leather pants, the cuffs of the sleeves housing large frills. You drag the light up the arms connected to them that are covered in a white, long, flowy, 1800s bishop style sleeve to a laced up, v neck opened front that reveals the perfect amount of finely toned chest. The shirt looks so thin and sheer, your light alone lets you bare witness to the start of one of the male’s nipples.
It’s a damn good thing that it’s dark, so the male can’t see how flushed your face is.
Diverting the light away from his chest, do you finally come to your end destination, his face. He immediately raises his shackled hands to his face to block the light, a light hiss reverberates throughout the darkness that has you whispering out a empathetic ‘sorry’, before moving the blinding light to the wall next to him. The new position being enough to illuminate his face without making him uncomfortable.
“What are you doing down here, hunter?”
His voice is flat, daring. The word hunter makes you flinch. He notices.
“I’m here to help you.”
You try your best to sound confident, though your voice shakes at being this close to a vampire. He raises a lone brow at your statement. His shoulders bounce at the bubble of laughter that erupts out of his mouth.
You shush him, arms waving in front of you in a silent gesture for him to be quiet. His laughter subsides as he gives you a sneer. He doesn’t believe you.
“Right. You’re going to save me. Let’s say I believe you, which I don’t.” He gives you a pointed stare before continuing. “Why would a hunter save a vampire? Isn’t that the opposite of what you should be doing?”
“I’m not a hunter. I just belong to a family of them.”
This time you’re stern with your words, he ‘hmms’ in amusement. Sitting up straighter against the wall, he uses it to push his body weight up into a standing position. He saunters up to the thick, barred, walls of the cell he’s in until he’s a few feet away from them.
“Come here.”
His gaze is piercing, deep. You can’t help but feel a pull as your feet move of their own accord to stand directly opposite him. Only once you’re within an approving distance, does the feeling fade and you blink your eyes in confusion at your new placement.
“Did you just use mind control on me?”
“You’re paranoid.” His tone is light and airy, suave. He curls his long, slender fingers around the curve of the bars and leans his forehead in between them to get a good look at your figure. You’re wearing an oversized t-shirt, pajama shorts that barely peak out from beneath the bottom of the shirt when you shift your feet nervously every few minutes it seems, the floppy ears of your bunny slippers moving every time you do.
“Nice slippers.”
“Thanks, I know. Nice nipples.”
Your eyes widen at the words that seemingly came out of left field, as you try your damndest to backtrack on your mistake. He just smirks at the compliment, and thinks you’re cute when you’re flustered.
“I bet yours are nice as well.”
You choke on air. He flashes a fanged smile that’s filled with mischief.
“You know what? Never mind. I’m out of here.”
Not wanting to take anymore embarrassment, you attempt to flee, but a hand on your wrist prevents you from doing so. The pull is so strong, your back bounces off the bar lightly to then lean against it, as he slides his fingers through the bars to lightly drag a fingertip down the side of your neck. Your pulse quickens.
“I’d ask if you were scared, but I can smell the arousal coming off of you in waves. Are you into this, human?”
His breath fans the shell of your ear, and you have to take a deep breath in and out in order to keep your nerves in check. You can’t let him get to you, that’s what he wants. What he craves. You’re certain.
You twist yourself out of his grip, and by the time you see him next he’s right in front of your shocked face.
Outside of the cell. Free.
He dangles the set of keys in front of your face with feigned disappointment, one lone finger waving at you admonishingly.
“Tut tut, dear human–,”
“Y/N.”
He raises one lone brow in acknowledgment before saying your name slowly, almost sensually. You hate how much you love the way it comes out of his mouth, if only it were under different circumstances.
He saunters up to you with confidence in each lithe step until his chest is flush with yours, his lips brush the tip of your nose from the slight height difference he has over you, a fanged smirk on his sinfully handsome face.
Not once do his eyes leave yours as he grabs one of your hands to turn it palm up between your bodies, he drags a lone finger across your open palm, bringing it up to his lips to leave a kiss at your pulse point on your wrist. Your pulse is loud in his ears, vibrates rhythmically against his parted lips to the point you can feel a slight poke from a fang. He closes his eyes to relish it for a moment, then they flash back open and he steps away from you.
A weighted object is left in your hand, the keys. He must’ve taken them when your back was to him.
“I’ll be taking my leave now. It was nice meeting you–,” you blink once, and he’s gone. His voice calls from behind your back. You turn to see him lifting the heavy metal bunker style door that leads out into the cool night air with ease.
“My dear, y/n. Till we meet again.”
He places two fingers to his temple in a mock salute, gives a sultry wink accompanied by a devilish smirk, and when you blink again he’s gone. The metal door is left swinging open from the strong, night winds that carry a hypnotic voice along with it that caresses your ears euphorically.
“Adieu.”
A light from the top of the stairs of the basement half illuminated your still and staring figure before a flurry of steps make their way down the stairs and you hear your mother gasp in horror.
“Y/N, what did you do?”
You don’t reply. Your father’s grim voice is next.
“Shit. We need to find him, and you’re coming with us.”
Your lips purse, but for once you don’t refuse. If only in hopes you’ll get to see him again, though for completely different reasons than your parents, that’s for sure.
“Okay.”
You walk in between your parents who share the same bewildered expression as they watch you walk up the stairs and back into the house. Plastered on your own face is a look of determination, with just a hint of slight need to find the still nameless vampire – you realize with a now slump in your step that you forgot to get as you hang the keys back into their rightful spot on the still cringey hanger.
All the more reason to accompany your parents, you rationalize selfishly–
And later find, foolishly.
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bambi-the-bimbo · 8 months
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bambi's been gone for a while and that's like rly not good :(
ok so like bambi rly wasn't great on this blog u know
like totally not posting for months or even talking to dms
clearly bambi isn't a good bimbo
so like to make up for that bambi has to like be in bimbo mindset more and like needs rules for that
Mindset 🧠
bambi has to type in PINK!!!
bambi can't use autocorrect
bambi can't correct stuff
bambi can only talk about bambi in lower case
no thinking ahead bambi can only post what bambi thinks right now
bambi has to log in to tumblr at least 1 a week
bambi has to answer all dms
bambi can't question stuff and has to take it at face value
Speech💬
is there an emoji for a word? then bambi has to use it
no words longer than 7 letters
numbers can't be spelled
only ?! no other marks
bambi has to use filler every 7 or 8 words
bambi has to say Sir to men
Tasks 📅
ask bambi how stupid she is and like bambi has to post an answer and like say out loud how stupid bambi is
test bambis memory by asking what bambi like knows about sumthin and make her question what she knows about it and post about it
make sure that bambi only watches easy stuff so send her videos and links that u think would be like the right level for bambi and bambi will have to watch it
if bambi breaks a rule or talks too smartsy let bambi know and force bumbi to talk dumber!!!
if bambi breaks a rule that rule will be more extreme for 1 day
if u want bambi to add rules let bambi know
bambi will be the best bimbo!!!
(thx @kaydeedoll for sum inspo)
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cosmictulips · 1 year
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How to distinguish between "good" astrology posts and "Biased" astrology posts. because this needs to be said.
I know I've spoken about this before. but for the new people who have joined me, as your star commander I want you to be safe when navigating the tarot community, the astro community and witch community. so periodically I will post my observations and maybe make some statements here and there lmao.
Most recently, I've posted about how you shouldn't lower your standards, regardless of what a tarot pac might say.
and also I've posted recently about how life can just be cruel...just because.
Now, this morning, if you don't mind. I just want to remind you of one thing ::
A LOT of people who post on here are projecting their insecurities and trauma
I literally couldn't even scroll through five posts on the astrology blog tags that tumblr keeps suggesting for me. the very first posts alone when I load that page shows people showing nothing but biases.
so to those of you who may not be aware of how to spot these things, or may just be new to astrology and don't want to keep falling into the trap of bias posts in astrology, let me explain to you what to look out for.
DISCLAIMER:: it's totally cool if you resonate with someone saying that people with scorpio moons have terrible mothers. maybe you know someone who is a scorpio moon who has a bad mom. it's cool if you also resonate with it because it happened to you. the point of this post is to remind you that not every scorpio moon or whatever you're talking about goes through this. you'll see what I mean.
First:: What makes an astrology post "good" ?
No words like "ALL" or "Every" etc when referencing the signs or placements.
Evidence. whether this is just you saying that this is what you have observed or what a book has told you. back up your claims. *** (we'll get to this later and I'll explain how this can also be a bad thing).
RELEVANCE. is the person just talking because they had a bad day? see the Second section for more clarity on this.
Having both "good" and "Bad" qualities brought to the surface. and YOU recognizing that a lot of these posts are just surface level. So YOU need to keep a neutral mind towards things.
Second:: What makes astrology posts more biased
Going back to the Relevance claim. it's one thing to mention a story of someone you worked with, it's another all together when you start shitting on a whole sign because your ex who serial cheated on you was that sign.
No sign is inherently good or evil. Just because a taurus cheated on you does not mean the next one will. to say that you have a problem with ALL tauruses, leos, etc is a HUGE sign of bias.
2. when makiing the post, and or reading it, all they talk about is their experiences. Humans are heavily biased in one way or another. and ThAT IS OKAY. we live in our own heads. it is what it is. but as astrology readers and creators, we need to set aside our bias and when writing, refer to the facts that are presented.
ex:: all fixed signs are stubborn. AT FACE VALUE this is true. but when diving deeper into astrology it's going to be important to note that there's a lot to consider when proclaiming one side is nothing but stubborn. make sense?
3. Not considering other factors. if someone isn't backing up their claims. which this might feel like I'm repeating myself and that may be true. again, complaining to just complain is fine, but do not claim that EVERY sign is this or every sign goes through "that". etc.
4. NOT HAVING A DISCLAIMER ABOUT THEIR PERSPECTIVES OR NOTES. people cling on to what they understand AND what their biases know to be true. it's called confirmation bias.
Three:: How can I better consume astrology media and know what is biased and what isn't?
The thing is, it's always going to be biased. even my own posts are a bit biased, no matter how neutral I try to make them. here are things that you can do to remind yourself that not every experience is going to be the same.
Notice how people interact. if you can, ask for your firends birthdays and family. if you know four leos, look at their differences.
Be VERY aware of anyone who just gives you a sob story that is completely one sided. aka, the other person did this. and the other person did that. but they don't take accountability for themselves.
Study astrology on your own chart. there are plenty of resources around to help you. it'll show you more who is biased and what other sources you can trust. with time, you'll notice what I'm pointing out.
Have fun and take nothing seriously. part of the reason why astrology and tarot are considered to be "fatalistic" by some is because some of yall take this shit way too seriously. and while astrology is fun, it is NOT the end all be all. YOU CAN change regardless of what mr.poopybutt who says taurus's can't change their mind says. understnad?
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summynatsuy · 1 month
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The Sims 4 Twilight Vampire Legacy Challenge
"I'd never given much though to how I would die. But dying in place of someone I love, seems like a good way to go. I can't bring myself to regret the decisions that brought me face to face with death."
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Welcome to my Sims 4 Legacy Challenge based around the Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer. This challenge has eight generations and requires the vampires DLC pack. Twilight is my favorite movie, and the Sims 4 is my favorite game so naturally I decided to combine the two.
Each generation is inspired by each member of the Cullen family, this does not mean that each heir has to be named after this character, resemble this character in any way or be the same gender as this character--it is just the name of the generation. I hope you have fun trying out this challenge, and make sure to check out my other challenges such as; The Sims 4 Occult Matchmaking Legacy Challenge and The Sims 4 Shoujo Romance Anime Legacy Challenge featured on my tumblr or on my tiktok @ bbgsim.
Rules:
The founding sim must start as a teen and must be human
Each heir must complete their aspiration
Each heir must reach max level of their career
Each heir that is a vampire must reach the highest vampire rank
All heirs must have golden/yellow eyes
Members of the family including heirs are allowed to move out of the founders house
Each heir is given 3 traits assigned to them, any other traits chosen after these 3 is up to the player. If there is any trait or career you do not have because of a certain DLC pack you can replace it.
No money cheats, no skill cheats and no promotion cheats allowed
Generation 1: Bella Swan
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Traits: Romantic, foodie and bookworm
Aspiration: Soulmate
Career: Chef
Requirements:
Max level cooking skill
Max level writing skill
Max level vampire lore skill
Max level parenting skill
Live in either Forgotten Hollow or Moonwood Mill
Become best friends with a werewolf sim
Meet and date a vampire sim with the gloomy trait in high school
Marry them after graduating and have one vampire child before being turned into a vampire
Earn the Cast Hallucination vampire ability
Stay a young adult
Generation 2: Edward Cullen
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Traits: Music lover, good and gloomy
Aspiration: Good Vampire
Career: Education
Requirements:
Max level piano skill
Max level vampire lore skill
Max level logic skill
Max level charisma skill
Gain the Manners and Empathy character value traits
Earn the Day Phobia and Withered Stomach vampire weaknesses
Earn the Detect Personality vampire ability
Never drink blood from another sim
Maintain an A grade throughout high school and attend college
Meet and date a human sim in high school, but break up and then get back together after graduating then get married
Have a vampire heir
Stay a young adult
Generation 3: Alice Cullen
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Traits: Vegetarian, loves outdoors and creative
Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire
Career: Paranormal Investigator
Requirements:
Max medium skill
Max fitness skill
Max vampire lore skill
Max charisma skill
Max painting skill
Gain the Conflict Resolution character value trait
Earn the Day Phobia and Withered Stomach vampire weaknesses
Never drink blood from another sim
Meet and date a vampire sim that is a lower vampire rank in high school
Marry them after aging up to a young adult
Have a vampire heir
Stay a young adult
Generation 4: Jasper Hale
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Traits: Rancher, erratic and adventerous
Aspiration: Championship Rider
Career: Detective
Requirements:
Max fitness skill
Max vampire lore skill
Max logic skill
Gain the Emotional Control character value trait
Earn the Day Phobia, Withered Stomach and Sloppy Drinker vampire weaknesses
Earn the Influence Emotions vampire ability
Drink blood from human sims during high school but after graduating never drink blood from another sim
Have three enemies that are werewolves
Become best friends with a sim (can be either a vampire or human sim) that has the good trait during childhood
Date this sim during high school and if they are a human sim, turn them into a vampire
Marry this sim after graduating
Own a horse
Have a vampire heir
Stay a young adult
Generation 5: Rosalie Hale
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Traits: Mean, perfectionist and family oriented
Aspiration: Big Happy Family
Career: Actor
Requirements:
Max charisma skill
Max parenting skill
Max vampire lore
Max acting skill
Earn the Day Phobia and Withered Stomach vampire weaknesses
Earn the Vampire Charm vampire ability
Never drink blood from another sim
Join the cheerleading squad
Date a sim with the evil trait but then break up with them in high school
Meet and date a vampire sim in high school that has max fitness level and the loyal trait
Marry this sim after aging up to a young adult
Have one vampire heir
Adopt 2 children (does not have to be a vampire sim but it is recommended)
Stay a young adult
Generation 6: Emmett Cullen
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Traits: Active, bro and goofball
Aspiration: Bodybuilder
Career: Athlete
Requirements:
Max fitness skill
Max vampire lore skill
Max charisma skill
Max comedy skill
Earn the Day Phobia and Withered Stomach vampire weaknesses
Earn the Vampiric Strength vampire ability
Gain the Conflict Resolution and Empathy character value traits
Never drink blood from another sim
Join the football team
Have atleast 3 good friends in high school
Stay single until graduating high school
Have under a C grade in high school
Meet a vampire young adult sim with the flirty trait and date them and then marry them
Fight three other vampire sims
Have a vampire heir
Stay a young adult
Generation 7: Esme Cullen
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Traits: Loyal, insider and proper
Aspiration: Successful Lineage
Career: Unemployed
Requirements:
Max parenting skill
Max vampire lore skill
Max flower arranging skill
Max singing skill
Earn the Day Phobia and Withered Stomach vampire weaknesses
Gain the Manners and Responsibility character value traits
Never drink blood from another sim
Join the chess club
Become good friends with 2 werewolves
Meet and date a vampire sim with the family oriented trait and an A grade in high school
Elope with this sim immediately after graduating high school
Have a vampire heir
Age up and stay as an adult
Generation 8: Carlisle Cullen
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Traits: Cheerful, overachiever and genius
Aspiration: Vampire Family
Career: Medicine
Requirements:
Max logic skill
Max vampire lore skill
Max parenting skill
Max charisma skill
Max writing skill
Earn the Day Phobia and Withered Stomach vampire weaknesses
Earn the Vampire Creation and Tamed Thirst vampire abilities
Gain the Empathy, Manners and Responsibility character value traits
Never drink blood from another sim
Maintain an A grade in high school and attend college
Meet and date a human sim in high school that dies after graduating
Invite the sim's ghost to the household and bring them back to life
Turn this sim into a vampire
Marry this sim
Have a pristine reputation
Have a vampire heir
Age up and stay an adult
I may update this Legacy Challenge in the near future and add some more generations. If you do decide to do this tag me on the posts I wanna see!
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focsle · 1 year
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I understand if this is not…. The Content you want on your blog, but in your readings of logs and journals/diaries of whalers, do they talk about the sheer size of the whales? Especially in comparison to the boats used to hunt them? Maybe I just haven’t been reading closely enough, but there doesn’t seem to be much about the whales themselves in whaling logs. Which maybe speaks to how few and far between whales were successfully caught? But I also know that is faulty, because of how big the whaling industry was and how much devastation was wreaked on whale populations… LOTS OF THOUGHTS so I thought I would ask Tumblr’s resident expert.
Oh this is the exact content for my blog lol, call me Ishmael! Content warnings for animal death.
Because they're whalemen, when speaking about the size of whales they always referred to them in terms of 'barrels', meaning how much oil they imagined they'd yield. Many are the laments of losing a '100 barrel whale', which would be quite a massive animal indeed, and was very rare to see (though not unheard of). I think the largest whale I've seen a log capture was 120 barrels. This sample from the back of the logbook of the bark Osceola II, 1866, shows some of the typical sizes of the whales it caught:
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The average size of whales taken ranged from 30-60 barrels, from sperm and right whales. And the average length of a sperm whale is 35-50ft and 13-50 tons depending on if it's female or male, and for a right whale around 45-55 ft and 45-80 tons. So the rare 100 barrel whale seen here was likely a very large bull. They'd also take calves (😢), hence the smaller numbers too.
A whaleboat was about 25-30ft long, to get a sense of scale of boat vs whale. Whaling museums like installing whale skeletons alongside whaleboats to give that perspective. Here's the exhibit in Nantucket's museum:
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And here's an example, in relation to a man, of a sperm whale's jaw:
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The jaw alone could be up to 25 ft long. I've stood in front of these jawbones myself and MAN it gives me the willies every time.
The drawings of whalemen also can give a sense of what it feels like to be alongside such an animal. 2nd mate Benjamin Boodry of the Arnolda, 1852, drew an image of his experience of almost having his ‘brains knocked out by a whale' the day before, named here as 'Head breaker'.
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He wrote-- "I do not think that whaling will agree with mine that is if they are a going to Bite as Close to me as they did yesterday this being knocked 15 feet right into the air and coming down alongside of his jaw by a whales rooting is not what it is cracked up to be."
In the 19th century, whalers tended to go after Right whales and Sperm whales and, in the latter half of that century, Bowhead whales. Right whales and bowheads were sought after because they tended to be slow moving and rather peaceable, (😢) and had a lot of blubber and baleen. Sperm whales were much more aggressive, but had much more valuable spermaceti in their head case. Those three also tended to float when killed, though that wasn't always the case. Whalers also lowered for 'blackfish' (pilot whales), but only for practice because there wasn't much oil to make the labor worth it.
Humpbacks weren't particularly popular to hunt because of their tendency to sink when killed and their baleen was too short to be of commercial value. 'Mussel diggers' or 'devil fish' (grey whales) were also not hunted often because they had a reputation of being very aggressive and also had a tendency to sink when killed. 'Sulphur bottoms' (blue whales) were avoided almost entirely, because they were Way Too Big and Way Too Fast and sank. And 'finbacks' (fin whales) as well, because they were too fast and sank. Many a logbook complained about seeing nothing but 'humpbacks, mussel diggers, sulphur bottoms, and finbacks' and often didn't bother them much. Whalers only lowered for these whales when things were particularly desperate, and they usually ended up regretting it. Here's Mr. Stetson from the bark Arab, 1855, talking about a situation when they fastened to a mystery whale that escaped. He shared his thoughts on what it may have been based on its behavior:
‘[…] he gave the whale chase, went on and got fast to him immediately without any difficulty, but as soon as the whale was struck off he started like an affrighted race horse, and although he did not sound, yet he went so fast that they could not hold on to the line at all and the whale accordingly took the whole tubfull nearly as fast as it could run out of the boat, the boat in the meantime going like a locomotive engine. The 2nd mate allowed the whale to take the line until it became very evident that he could not prevented from taking the whole of it if they held on, and accordingly just before the end was reached he cut the line saying he could save enough for a “short warp” about four fathoms. Of all the traveling that I ever saw whales do, this I think was beaten only by the finback that we shot on Kodiak the day before leaving, and that fellow I think traveled at the extreme height of a whale’s speed. What manner of whale this was that the second mate struck was a subject of some controversy, as the transaction passed so quickly that no one hardly obtained a good sight of him: by some he was pronounced a sulphur bottom and by others a humpback, but the general opinion was that he was a sulphur bottom. Whatever species he belonged to he was certainly a racer of the first class.”
Either way, a whale is a huge animal regardless of species. It was an absolutely brutal endeavor--there was no way to kill an animal of that size quickly or cleanly. And the ones who killed it (which would often take hours) would then have to row those dozens of tons of deadweight back to the ship that was often miles off (which would also often take hours).
On a successful voyage, a ship might take 40 whales over the trip, but there were many voyages that didn't kill that many. Regardless, with hundreds of voyages every year, those numbers added up to the point that those whale populations are still in recovery today. But it can't all be attributed to 19th century whalers--there's 20th-21st century commercial whaling, boat strikes, fishing line, fracking, chemical and plastic and noise pollution, etc. that continue to harm those populations today. And there are also folks working to heal both old and continuing harm so...that's what's important.
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🌈Hello Tumblr peoples! I got my first request for Geralt! I really like the request and its a great idea. I just hope that it lives up to the expectations of the person who requested it! @chocotacobread This story is for you! Thank you so much for the request! Also just to let you all know I don' think I'll put summaries because I'm really bad at summarizing things. Please give me constructive criticism in the comments! Let me know what I can do better, what you liked about it because I want to be a good writer so then I can make things you all enjoy reading. So please rate it in the comments because its like my firts one ever! Thank you!
Request: Heyyyy!!! I hope your enjoying tumblr so far and I saw that you want requests so I decided to give you one 😁😁. So here is the request: Geralt x female reader but the female reader is the mage of nature and is also known as the goddess of nature due to her appearance which is flowing hair, bright green eyes. Geralt and Y/N knew each other when they were kids before they were separated and after the battle of sodden they reunite and you can choose the ending as I’m not very good at endings 🫶
Part 2 here
Reunited At Last - Geralt x f!reader
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The forest surrounding you was dark and filled with ash. Bodies littered the ground where you walked. Moans and groans from the injured were carried off in the breeze flowing through sodden hill. You could remember the days when the breeze brought comfort. Now it only brought a suffocating chill that ran down you spine and seeped through your bones. The comfort it used to bring you when the wind would flow through your long hair.
  Those days seemed so far away. The day that comfort vanished from your life was fresh in your mind. The day that Tassaia asked for your help in the impending battle. You were a mage of nature, incredibly powerful and strong. The name given to you at birth was Y/n. Though many knew you by a different name. The Goddess of Nature.
  You acquired the name over the years as more and more people started to acknowledge your magic and worship your work. So many would love to be worshipped, but you just wanted peace. That is why you lived deep in the forest. In your favorite spot in the whole world. Not simply because of it's beauty and it being a part of nature, but because of the sentimental value. It was where you would play as a child with your best friend.
  A boy the same age as yourself. Adventures were something you both loved. As many times as you went off and explored you never found a spot more beautiful. Everyday you two would meet at that spot and play games, travel. Except one day was different. When you went to meet him, he never showed. You later found he was taken somewhere you would never be able to go.
   Hence, why you're standing here now missing your home and the good old days. You continued walking on the edge of the forest. The hood of your dark green cloak over your head.  
  Your mind wandered elsewhere as you thought of the boy from you past, until it was rudely interuppted. A deep and gravelly voice shouted out a name. "Yennefer?" It called. You knew who she was, a mage similar to yourself. The decision was made to go and tell the voice of Yennefer's whereabouts and the fact that she has not been seen since the end of the battle.             
   When you found the person, you were surprised to see a witcher walking on foot with a girl on a horse next to him. "She is not here!" You called out to them. His head whipped around and his eyes narrowed at the sight of you. He spoke in a demanding tone "Where is she then?" You stepped forward and lowered your hood.
   "She is gone. Yennefer saved everyone at the expense of herself. She is yet to be found." As you stepped closer you could see the pain hidden on his face. When he looked into your eyes he stared for a moment, then sucked in a breath. He furrowed his brows and spoke quietly. "Y/n?" Your face filled with shock as he stepped forward. "No one has called me that in years. How do you know that name?" He stepped forward again, "I would remember those bright green eyes from anywhere. The same green as the trees in the forest."
     Only one man had ever said that to you and your eyes widened in realisation. "Geralt?" Your voice came out in a whisper. It was carried with the breeze and you were surprised he even heard it. "Y/n." You stepped forward instantaneously and threw your arms around his neck and his wrapped around your waist
    "I thought you were dead. I was told that you were taken somewhere far away, somewhere I could not go." Your eyes teard up as you press your face into his shoulder. "Well, they were right about that. I'm here now." Throughout this whole debacle you both had completely forgotten about the girl on the horse. "Ahem" she cleared her throat in hopes of getting Geralt's attention. 
    When you broke out of the hug you looked to the girl and backed away sheepishly. "Geralt who is this?" The girl asked him from atop the horse. Geralt sighed and looked back at her "She is an old friend of mine. We got seperated when we were young. Y/n this is Ciri. My child surprise."
    You looked at him shocked for a second before turning back and shaking Ciri's hand. "Wonderful to meet you Ciri. Now Yennefer, the woman you're looking for. I can help you find her" Geralt looked you in the eyes. There was skepticism clear on his face " I thought you said she was dead?" You hummed, "Hmm, perhaps there is a chance she is. Either way if she is then I can help you confirm it." Geralt put his hand on your shoulder in a manner that made you momentarily forget where you were and nodded without a second thought.
  "Even if we can't find her it would be nice to have you back." You smiled slightly at him, "Indeed it would be. We have a lot of catching up to do Geralt." Ciri was happy to have another female presence and looked to Geralt for confirmation "So she's coming with us?" Geralt sighed and responded "Yes, she is coming with us."
🌈There you go! I hope you enjoyed it! Like I said earlier please please PLEASE give me feedback on it because thats the only way I can get better! Thank you so much for the request you don't understand how much that means to me! I also apologise if there are things that aren't exactly factual or if I got some things wrong. Its been a little since I've watched the show I need to rewatch it. I love you all and have an amazing day everyone!
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