#and I tend to talk people into seeking better jobs so I take like at least one person with me when I go

[transgayhawkeyepierce]

Everyone reblog with your most unemployable traits

#mine are theif #and I tend to talk people into seeking better jobs so I take like at least one person with me when I go #reblog bait #trans #problems with authority

[mysticheathenn]

What Career Path Best Suits You?

Hi, Hexlings!

This pick-a-card reading is for my Patreon Cosmic Stargazers and above. This pick-a-card reading is all about what career path best suits you and what will happen if you follow it.

This is a general reading, remember to take what resonates and leave what does not. This reading does not supplement your need to seek professional help.

Take your time when choosing your pile. Ask yourself the question and choose the picture that you can’t stop looking at. Listen to your intuition.

Extended Patreon Includes:

What Career Path Best Suits You?

What will happen if you follow the best-suited path?

Extra Messages (Careers that could be of interest)

MasterList

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Pile 1:

What Career Path Are You Used To? Tarot: 10 of Swords, 8 of Swords, Strength, The Hermit, King of Pentacles

Pile l you may be used to careers where you feel are a dead end. Some of you could be the type to job hop a lot where whenever you feel you either get bored or you are feeling as if you are not growing or feel appreciated you tend to leave and move onto what you hope is better pastures but end up being something similar to your last job in environment, management, or even the position. It's like an endless cycle you keep repeating that you can't seem to jump off. You may also be the the type of employee where everything is piled on your plate because upper management knows that if they pass things to you things will get done and more. You are most likely that go above and beyond employees, if not beyond you may do a little extra on tasks if you have the time or feel creative to add extra stuff to something. I'm hearing you're the strongest soldier fighting all the battles. You may not complain much about these things because even though your pay isn't the greatest of what it should or can be, it does help provide you with the things you need (shelter, food, etc) and sometimes want (new clothes, trips, etc) Patreon Post Link

Pile ll:

What Career Path Are You Used To? Tarot: 10 of Wands, Death, Queen of Cups, 6 of Wands, Queen of Swords

Unappreciated by Cherish played in my head for your pile. You are used to careers/jobs where you are constantly feeling unappreciated, undermined, emotionally and mentally drained. I hear some people may even take credit for some of the work that you do at work. Overall I feel that your work environment loves to make you the leader of everything without giving you leader money. Example: Before I moved up in management and I was a front desk agent, my colleagues would always come to me as if I was the manager and not the manager themselves because management was either choosing not to be available, not helping, or knowing management doesn't know what they are talking about. Even though I wasn't getting management pay everyone including managers were coming to me for guidance but not giving credit to where it's due. This maybe your current position pile ll or at least environments where you have worked in. Not exactly the same example but examples similar to it. You are also probably used to repetitive jobs where nothing but situations change but everything stays the same so maybe retail, being a waiter, working at a call center, being an assistant, etc. Patreon Post Link

Pile lll:

What Career Path Are You Used To? Tarot: The Moon, 7 of Swords, 4 of Cups (reversed), Knight of Swords (reversed), 5 of Swords (reversed)

Pile lll you may be used to environments that are toxic all around you. Every time you turn around someone is being sneaky, conniving, secretive, moving behind the scenes to either level themselves up, make themselves look good, or plot against other people. You may deal with people who think they are your manager when in fact they are either in the same position as you or a level below you. You may also deal with businesses or corporations who like to cut corners and don't do things the right way. They trick and scam people out of more money or the same money but less quality in items/food. Example: I used to work at a subway where back in the day when the month of February was always $5 deal month our owner would tell us to not give everyone the full amount of meant so he could pinch on supplies. so if you bought a turkey sub instead of getting 8 slices you receive 6 and we had to spread them out to make the sub look full. Overall I am feeling the environment you are used to working is an every person for themselves environment. The "We're a family/team" kind of environment. This is very specific but some of you may even work for Chick-fil-A or corporations similar where they believe in doing things the "traditional" way or even fire people for one small mistake like not saying my pleasure to customers. You may work in fast food, retail, restaurants, warehouses like Amazon, Corporate, bank jobs, etc overall I am getting minimum wage or slightly above the jobs you may be used to. Patreon Post Link

Thank you for liking and reblogging my readings. I always appreciate you guys on here and on Patreon.

Stay safe and be blessed

#spirituality #tarot reading #tarotcommunity #tarotblr #witchblr #pick a card #tarot cards #pac tarot #pac reading #pick a pile #pick a photo #pick an image #paganblr #patreon

[zzzzzestforlife]

🦋 Falling In and Out of Love 🧡(with your job)

a.k.a. how to recover from burnout in 3 steps~ 🍰

My job has taken me on an emotional rollercoaster lately and it got me thinking about how much I invest in my career the way I invest in my personal relationships. The advice I've gotten to address the stress/anxiety I feel has always been to detach and disconnect more, but the more I try (and fail) to do that, the worse I feel and perform. So instead of fighting it, I reflected on my relationship with my work as I would a personal relationship and implemented some of my realizations. It seems to be working well, so of course I wanted to share~ 😉

🏇 Do more of what you're good at

People tend to naturally take on certain roles in different relationships. The mom-friend, the mood-maker, the hype-upper, etc. Being the person you naturally gravitate towards being anyway can make you feel more needed and appreciated because you're using the specific talents and skills that make you unique.

You might not know what you're going to be good at. It might even be something you think you're really bad at. For me, despite being an introvert, I was given the opportunity to take on an incredibly rewarding project coordinator role. So if you're willing to push yourself, be sure to communicate that.

🍊 Communication is key

No one is a mind-reader. And the tendency when having a hard time to shut down and clam up is very strong. A good partner (or friend or boss) may notice and take action to help you, but you can make both your lives easier by speaking up. It's not complaining, it's just taking responsibility for the relationship.

I was very daunted at first because work doesn't seem like the right place for "feelings" to exist, but the fact is that you're a human, your colleagues are all human. Talking things out can help make sure that no one (me) takes feedback on the project personally, and that everyone (me) has clearer guidance on how to take their careers to the next level.

🔥 What motivates you

Working for the next promotion is like studying for the grades or getting close to someone for superficial reasons. But if you're motivated by wanting to learn (about the topic or the person), the promotion (or grades or deeper, more fulfilling relationship) will follow naturally.

Sometimes talking to someone about your motivations can help crystalized them. Feeling like I had no motivation to work, I gave my manager a very honest five minute word-vomit that she, with absolutely no judgement, distilled into simply: "Oh, so you value human connection and feeling useful." Being able to put names to what I'm looking for means I'm better equipped to actively seek them out, especially when they sometimes goes missing in the busyness of the work day.

💌: Like any relationship, how I feel about my job will ebb and flow with time, but viewing it within this framework of "a relationship" helps me better accept that somehow. Hope it can help you too! ☺️ How do you like/tend to see your job? How do you stay motivated? (Genuinely asking because I never know how long these little strategies of mine are going to last due to my novelty-seeking nature 😅)

#workblr #self improvement #career advice #life advice #good advice #career growth #self development #codeblr #progblr #motivation #tips and tricks #life tips #adulting #life hack #life skills #burnout #leadership #lifestyle #life hacks #how to #that girl #it girl #inspiration #pinterest girl #becoming that girl #studyblr #lifeblr #zesty's life #advice #career

[qxuiara]

Information about the Playtime.Co Sentience Au

[🧸] PLAYTIME.CO SENTIENCE AU

[❓] What's it about?

Playtime.Co Sentience is an alternate universe where instead of live, human subjects used for the Bigger Bodies Initiative, Harley Sawyer suggested the use of robots who were programmed with sentience. This means that the orphans who had taken part of the experiments were never turned into living toys, this also means that the Hour of Joy never happened either. Basically all the bad things that happened in Playtime.Co *never* happened in this alternate timeline. The Orphanage and Factory have been working alongside each other in harmony. While yes, it still takes place in 1995 and it's quite odd that the sentience of these robots would be too modern, while I am still thinking of an explanation, I can always default to 'logic'. It's better than having actual children piloting the suits really.

[❓] What roles do the toys have?

The toys retain their original roles in the Bigger Bodies Initiative project, aside from Boxy-Boo who's role is still related, but changed to be less gruesome. There are also toys who were not given a proper role in BBI and were given ones here.

[❓] How would they operate with humans?

They operate like Co-Workers, with the toys being extra needed help that primarily take care of Playtime.Co, with the humans tending to be secondary help as the toys are more efficient than they thought. The two parties don't seem to mind each other and respect one another as they fulfill their roles together.

[❓] Could you give me a brief summary of the toys?

Sure! But I'll only be doing the ones who serve relevance in the au.

Poppy - Assistant to the entirety of the Playtime.Co. Responsible for providing help around Playtime.Co and doing daily check-ups around the many facilities. She also takes note of her fellow Co-Workers, seeing which employee or toy needs to be taken to the Medical Bay to be tended to.

Doctor (The Prototype) - Head Doctor, Inventor, and Advisor. Responsible for aiding employees and toys with their injuries, illnesses, etc. in Playtime.Co. They like to tamper with little trinkets they find and helps in concept making for new toy lines-- occasionally fixes toys that orphans have broken in the Orphanage. It also provides needed advice for those who come to them if ever so needed, they're more than willing to have a little pep-talk with you.

Huggy Wuggy - Security Guard for Playtime.Co alongside Kissy Missy. His job is to patrol the entirety of the place and seek out unwanted people who have snuck their way into the factory. They also lead employees to their assigned stations or escort them out if they weren't supposed to be there.

Kissy Missy - Security Guard for Playtime.Co alongside Huggy Wuggy. Her job is to make sure all that enter the Factory are authorized individuals, visitors who wish to adopt an orphan, and other orphans who have been newly taken to the Orphanage. She gets rid of any threatening individuals who try to break into the facilities. Usually seen juggling their stations at the security lead of the Factory or the front desk at the Orphanage.

Mommy Long Legs - Host and Guide for the Game Station. She makes sure the orphans are engaging and behaving while they're doing their activities in the Game Station, serving as an encouraging figure to hype up the children and make them feel confident as they play the games.

Boxy-Boo - Employee Trainer and Defect Inspector of the entirety of Playtime.Co. He works relatively close to Poppy, but rather than being an assistant, he's the one responsible for training the employees and other toys that happened to be assigned to factory duty. They are also responsible for checking for defects in a toy or the machinery used for the factory. VERY BUSY, only talk to them if urgent or necessary, he doesn't like being bothered while he's doing his job.

Dogday - A Caretaker for the Orphanage and the Leader of the Smiling Critters. He serves as a confident, mentor-like figure towards the orphans, encouraging them to stay physically fit and exercise. He's the one planning the activities inside of Playcare, and teaches everyone the importance of getting along together and have a great time while you're with him.

Catnap - The Main Caretaker for the Orphanage, partial Security. He serves as the observer and peacekeeper of Playcare, making sure that the orphans are behaving and are kept in line while performing activities. He also teaches them how to behave and discipline them if needed. Though at night, his primary role is to make sure all orphans are comfortably tucked in their beds inside Home Sweet Home, patrolling the Orphanage for any mischievous orphans or unwanted visitors at such hours.

Hoppy Hopscotch - A Caretaker for the Orphanage. She serves as a Sporty Idol for the orphans and motivates them to play sports. She highly encourages competitive nature, but makes sure that everything is all in good sport. She loves teaching them tips n' tricks and strategies on how to win games. She'll always be your Number 1 Supporter through and through, no matter what happens.

KickinChicken - A Caretaker for the Orphanage. He serves as everyone's friend and guide in Playcare and instructs them on health and safety regulations from time to time. While he loves it when the orphans want to apply the chill lifestyle, it's also important to learn the DO's and DON'T's while you're at it. During activities, he demonstrates what to do and not to do while occupied with what ever activity the children will be doing, sometimes even going as far to do stunts and come out okay in the end. He doesn't seem to mind it, as long as the orphans are learning something new. If you need someone to hang out with, he's always free.

CraftyCorn - A Caretaker for the Orphanage. She serves as the artistic inspiration that the kids need to crank up their creativity. She's very passionate about art and the beauty around the world. She highly encourages the orphans to pursue in their dreams of becoming artists and even offers advice on how they could improve their techniques.

Bobby Bearhug - A Caretaker for the Orphanage. She serves as a Therapeutic and even Motherly figure towards the orphans, willing to listen to their problems and give them advice on how to mend them, as well as teach them on how to solve them on their own in the near future. She adores it when the children come to visit her and tell her about her how their day went during their time at Playcare.

Picky Piggy - A Caretaker for the Orphanage and Chef. She serves, quite literally, food to the orphans. At mealtime, she's always psyched about hearing what the children are looking forward to in their day and even dabble into some of their conversations from time to time. She takes notes of what meal suggestions the orphans want next, as long as they're healthy of course-- I suppose a few cheat meals won't hurt anyone.

Bubba Bubbaphant - A Caretaker for the Orphanage and Teacher. He serves as the 'complex' teacher for Playcare's School, teaching children more complex school topics in the school; Mathematics, Science, History, etc. While he knows his subjects are hard to grasp, he does teach them well and even encourage them on their homework. He's very passionate about his work, and some day, the kids will thank him for them.

#poppy playtime #playtimeco sentience #poppy #the prototype #huggy wuggy #kissy missy #mommy long legs #boxy boo #dogday #catnap #hoppy hopscotch #kickinchicken #craftycorn #bobby bearhug #picky piggy #bubba bubbaphant

[erraticopeninghours]

Crowley and Beelzebub Talk

Thoughts on 1.13: Crowley and Beelzebub talk

I feel so badly for Crowley that his “precious, peaceful, fragile existence” cannot be.  It’s interesting to contrast Heaven and Hell’s approaches to Aziraphale and Crowley, both as workers and later as retired/traitors.

Heaven treats Aziraphale’s bookshop with the same apathy that they do other earthly possessions (and beings.)  First, in the 1800 deleted scene, they almost take it away from Aziraphale, and even when they decide not to, it is never treated as an important matter.  Second, though Shadwell definitely plays a role in it, the bookshop fire would have been preventable if not for Heaven / Metatron insisting on leaving the portal open.  Following the fire, the bookshop is returned to Aziraphale (this time by Adam / earthly intervention), and what Aziraphale temporarily lost is never addressed as important.  

Both of these incidents dovetail nicely with Heaven’s approach of killing Job’s three children, then expecting gratitude after they “make it better” by giving him seven new children.  Heaven is careless with what Aziraphale values most and dismisses the importance that he chooses to place on things and people, but generally does not seek to destroy things for the purpose of tormenting Aziraphale.  Instead, they’re cruel through callousness. 

On the other hand, we see Hell actively work to violate Crowley’s boundaries and intentionally (mis)use his possessions to hurt him.  In Season 1, there’s the orders from Satan; Hastur and Ligur’s invasion of his flat; and Hastur’s appearance in the Bentley and removal of Crowley’s sunglasses.  In Season 2, we learn that Hell has continued this pattern into Crowley’s “retirement.”  Despite Crowley being “persona non grata,” Hell repossesses his flat, and Beelzebub begins their conversation by appearing in the Bentley.  

For me, just the presence of another demon in the Bentley was very unsettling and felt much more dangerous than Crowley’s earlier talks with Shax in the park and on the street.  I also feel like it was a definite power play by Beelzebub – them making a point – given that they clearly have the ability to “call” Crowley to Hell.  The fly that flew inside of Crowley’s mouth also felt like an invasion, especially since one of Crowley’s main strategies for staying safe is through quick-talking. 

Lastly, there were several phrases that Beelzebub used which I really enjoyed. 

(1) “What if I said Hell was willing to forget everything you did, that we were willing to accept you back, no questions asked with a hefty promotion?” is fantastic! Partly because it demonstrates Hell/demons’ knowledge that having past misbehavior “forgotten” is generally worth more than any token “forgiveness.”  It also completely avoids the word “forgiveness,” while clearly offering more absolution than Heaven tends to offer (at least to demons. Consider: “Unforgivable, that’s what I am.”)  And thirdly, this is what Metatron offers Aziraphale at the end of the season, except that Aziraphale - for whatever reason(s) - accepts the offer!  

(2) “[Y]ou find Gabriel for me and you can have whatever your nasty little heart desires” is also a great line because during my first watch, my instinctive reaction was that Beelzebub can no longer offer Crowley anything that he really wants.  His heart only desires a certain angel and perhaps select Earthly pleasures.  On rewatch, however, the line was even better because while Beelzebub can’t give Crowley whatever his nasty little heart desires, Crowley theoretically could have given Beelzebub whatever their nasty little heart desires - Gabriel! 

(3) “So, if you hear anything, come to me first, yeah?” is a fun line because we know that Crowley will not come to Beelzebub first.  Even though Crowley has just argued with Aziraphale over helping Jim/Gabriel and stormed out of the bookshop, we as the audience have no doubt that Crowley will go to Aziraphale first with any important information. (At least, until he doesn’t…)  Despite the accompanying frustration, Crowley is committed to their side, and that commitment is obvious to both the audience and to Crowley himself.

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#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #beelzebub #good omens hell #good omens demons #good omens heaven #crowley's flat #the bentley

[quintenrosenburgwrites]

mirren sketches >:)

lyrics are from Mixed Messages and Red Flags btw

OH ALSO i wrote some dialogue stuff, see under the read more! warning for some humor that's way more nsfw than i'd usually post (i mean. come on. it's dialtown. they're awkward as hell. they're obviously gonna say something questionable /lh) also some more serious stuff (self hate issues, depression, anxiety)

Nice/Fun stuff:

- They say pretty much everything that comes to mind, and once they get a train of thought it doesn't take long for it to derail and crash through a small community, leaving a trail of destruction behind it. TLDR they're really rambly.

"Birthdays are kinda weird. Like obviously there's the whole counting down to your death thing, but also, like. You're basically celebrating the anniversary of you getting evicted from your mom's, uh. You know. Okay that sounded REALLY, extremely, UNCOMFORTABLY Freudian. Can we PLEASE pretend I never said that? Thanks. Oh, right, the murder case."

- They have a tendency to just accept things and move on without commenting further.

"Oh. You lay eggs. Anyways, can you help me break into the ticket booth? I need to check the entry records."

- They're a fucking dork /pos (They're really sweet, but in a convoluted way)

"I, uh, please don't think this is weird, but I made characters for both of us! This one's named May, and they're kinda a failure. They failed their parents, they failed their old best friend, they failed their job. They used to think they had no redeeming qualities. Then, one day, they meet the other character, Ginger. Ginger seems terrifying initially, and even if it isn't obvious at first, they're not actually human. Ginger and May go on a journey in which May tries to learn magic in order to protect people and redeem themself for their past actions, even though they despise the idea of learning magic, but, eventually... Ginger helps them see their own value, helps May see that they're a person too. They are allowed to be selfish sometimes, they're just as worthy of happiness as anyone else. And, uh, maybe... Maybe that saved their life a bit. And maybe, May is allowed to do things for themself sometimes. Ginger means a whole lot to May, even if they have trouble expressing it, and... uh, I guess that's everything. Um. What do you think?"

Serious, bad stuff:

- They see very little value in themself, and tend to expect others to insult or make fun of them. To combat this, they typically are quick to insult themself, in an attempt to get there before anybody else can. It hurts less if they're the one saying it.

"And before you say it! I know it's super annoying when people are constantly insulting themselves, cause like it comes off as compliment seeking, right? I promise that's not what I'm trying to do, I'm just kinda trying to warn you I guess? But, uh, that's still no excuse, and I can totally just shut up if you want! Or, wait, I shouldn't have assumed it's annoying you, I could just be restating what you're thinking? I mean, the things I'm saying about myself aren't exactly incorrect- Just, let me know if I'm being annoying. I'd rather shut up than annoy you, haha. ha. Wow, that sounded fake."

- They tend to blame everything on themself, and act very self destructively.

"Oh god, this is all my fucking fault, I'm so sorry. It's okay if you hate me- or, no, you SHOULD hate me! Fuck, I'm- Why did you even talk to me in the first place?! Do you realize- If you just- You would've been better off if you just walked past me and ignored me! I need to- This is for your wellbeing, being around me is only gonna make things worse for you. I'll be fine, just- Don't follow me. I mean, I don't know why you would in the first place."

- They put everyone else before themself.

"I need to make it up to them, even if I ruin my life in the process. It's not like my life was looking particularly bright in the first place, which is entirely my own fault, so, y'know. Yeah."

#fanart #dialtown #dialtown fanart #dialtown oc #oc #mirren dialtown #oliver dialtown #oliver swift #dialtown oliver #phonegingi #dialtown phonegingi #dialtown phone dating sim #tw: depression #tw: anxiety

[thesparklingwriter]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

~ “What do you take me for?” Kaeya gasps. “Some kind of masochist?”

tags: kaeya is very persistent, gn!reader, reader is not originally from Mondstadt and Kaeya is curious, kaeya watches reader from afar but somehow it isn’t creepy when he does it, there may be a part two idk

word count: 967 words

an: first time writing kaeya pls be nice!! he's probably ooc but i have another prompt i want to do with him so this is practice. non-Zhongli-related reqs are open btw :)

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You’re an oblivious little thing. Oblivious to the eyes that surround you as you parade yourself through Mondsadt. If anything, Kaeya thinks, you’re pretending to be so disinterested. Why else would someone like you, perfect in every way his mind could ever conjure, walk around with such a strong air of humbleness?

He watches you whenever he gets a break from his work, sees you tending to plants in the square and talking to people by the fountain. He notices how you never really get close to the Knights of Favonius' headquarters, yet the flowers how been blooming vibrantly lately. He’d like to point the finger at you and use it as an excuse to get you to talk to him, but he knows better than to accuse people without proof, so he decides to take a break from his pressing job as a cavalry captain and try being a detective for an evening. Around the time he usually leaves the office to head for home, he hovers around the grounds, watching for a sign of you walking around.

As is expected, he finds you crouched beside the flowerbed, spreading fresh compost into the pots. He can barely see you in the dim light of the moon, but of course, he knows you look as ethereal as you always do, in your ordinary clothes, and your glorious hair in an ordinary bun.

“Don’t you need light to do this kind of thing?” Kaeya chuckles, flicking his wrist and illuminating your surroundings with snowflakes.

“I’m used to working in the dark,” You reply simply. “But thank you for the offer.”

He’s confused as to why you’re giving him the cold shoulder. There’s the possibility that you’ve noticed him watching you, but if that was the case, why didn’t you ever bring it up to him?

“You are aware you can come in the day, correct? The last gardener we had—”

“I know. Personal preference.” You continue, picking up your watering can. It’s heavier than you remember it to be, and you find yourself tumbling to the ground. A cold hand grips yours before you fall, and you take the chance to look at the man who has been (not-so-subtly) watching you over the past few weeks. He’s pretty, that’s for sure. And persistent. Maybe a small part of you appreciates the fact that his eyes seem to only be for you. Mondstadt does not want for good-looking people, so to be the one he's chosen is a slight compliment, even for the disinterested.

“Have I done something to offend you?” Kaeya chuckles, carefully pulling you up to your feet. His words lack any of the humility they should possess, instead infused with a light aloofness.

“Your guess is as good as mine, Cavalry Captain.” You sigh. Usually, this kind of attention is unwanted, a sign that things are soon going to go south, that you’re going to get caught in some kind of trap by those who want to exploit you. So why do you crave it from him? Despite every attempt you’ve made to look ordinary and act ordinary, it seems that something about you always catches trouble’s eyes. Or eye, in this case.

“I apologise for anything I have done or will ever do.” He chuckles, and though it clearly lacks sincerity, you laugh.

“Thanks. Can I get back to my gardening now?”

Despite the fact the cold shoulder you’ve given him gets icier by the day, Kaeya prides himself on using his charm to change people’s opinions of him. So, over the next few weeks, he seeks you out in the evening, careful to leave before you ask him to so that you keep giving him a chance. And even you, for all your monosyllabic responses, begin to feel your opinion of him become more positive as the days go by.

“You’re late, Captain.” You mutter one day, as you see Kaeya’s distinctive shadow amble up to you. “And here I thought you were trying your hardest to make me like you.”

“Now when did I say that?” Kaeya chuckles, crouching beside you. An amused smile pops onto his face as you attempt to push him over. “You wound me with your murderous intent.” He cries dramatically.

“Get off it,” You huff, halfheartedly waving a trowel at him. “You’d be happy if I devoted you enough attention to wound you.”

“What do you take me for?” Kaeya gasps. “Some kind of masochist?”

“That’s exactly what I take you for.” You turn back to your work, putting your hand out for him to hand you the watering can. It feels colder than usual when he hands it to you, but who are you to complain? He always hands it to you carefully, only letting go when he knows you’ve had enough time to adjust to the weight. (Obviously, he covers this up by pretending he’s doing it to annoy you, but you catch on fast.)

“Well, you’re wrong.”

“Why else would you keep showing up here, even though I try my hardest to ignore you?”

Kaeya chuckles again, and the sound of it makes you smile—as much as you’d hate to admit it, he’s growing on you. Slowly but surely. “My supervisor once said I’m like a dog with a bone. I doubt she meant it in a particularly positive way, but I take it to mean that I'm persistent to a fault. Which, by my own admittance, is the only fault I have.”

“Aside from your habit of watching people?”

“Not 'people'...” Kaeya corrects you. His voice trails away as he pulls your hair out of its bun and runs a hand through it. You want to protest, but his cool hands against your scalp and his closeness convinces you otherwise. You like it when he does things like this, how he makes you feel like you’re the only person he’ll ever orbit.

“Not people,” he repeats, cupping your cheek in his hand. You lean into it with a slight smile, and the fact you're smiling like that, only for him, makes Kaeya grin smugly. “Just you.”

an kaeya turned the water in the watering can into ice cubes by the way. general menace activity that he covers up by being charming

#kaeya alberich #genshin impact kaeya #kaeyagenshinimpact #kaeya fluff #kaeya x you #kaeya x reader #kaeya fanfic #genshin impact fan fiction #fanfiction

[original-character-championship]

Bracket F Round 1

Poll 32

Tourniquet (@oatchi) vs. Brandon Coal (@anothersmoldragon)

383. Tourniquet (@oatchi)

he/him

If you're familiar with Transformers Animated, you may have asked yourself before: "Why doesn't the RULER OF CYBERTRON have a medic on his ship when visiting a potentially dangerous organic planet?" Tourniquet is my answer to this! He's sweet and kind, if not a bit overly anxious about all the pressure on him.

You may also have questions about his name, which I can gladly answer! It comes from his Energon control tubes. Stored in his hands are clear tubes made of thick material, with claw like endings on them. One in each finger! He uses these to plug into bots and do things like help patch up internal leaks, do Energon transfusions, and even cut off flow to open wounds! Hence the name.

He treats everyone with high levels of respect, regardless of status, which can lead some people to think he takes his job too seriously. Underneath that, however, is a highly energetic guy with a love for knowledge. He's gotten into a bit of hijinks before, searching out data he really shouldn't have access too, but now does as a member of the elite guard.

He's probably the only person to think of Ratchet as a super important historical figure, to Ratchet's mild confusion and annoyance. He comes around to him, though. It's hard not to when Tourniquet's so genuine about everything he does, including infodumping to you about your own not so great past.

While typically a bit meek until he opens up to you, one thing that's very apparent is that he is meticulous. When needing to convey information, he's known to go on long winded spiels. Whether it be trying to justify his work, or simply defending the honor of one of his superiors after someone disrespected them, he can talk. It can be annoying, even to those who like him. He tends to need to be almost literally physically shaken out of one, once he starts to pace while talking.

Tourniquet has had a bit of a mixed bag past, being a top of his class student due to his love to seek out knowledge, but you know what they say... Curiosity killed the cat. Overall, he's just a very silly, sweet guy who has been through a bit and taken over every thought in my mind.

A red and white Transformer who turns into a motorcycle. He's an Autobot Medic, and his symbol is adorned with Elite Guard stripes. He has two large vials of Energon on his back.

(art is a commission by ratrocity)

384. Brandon Coal (@anothersmoldragon)

He/Him

He's a twenty five year old comic book nerd who works a nine to five and fights scary creatures on the weekends with his childhood best friend. Loyal to a fault and trying to overcome his anxiety, he's constantly dragged into trouble against his better judgement. A vote for Brandon is a vote for tea enjoyers forced to ingest coffee to finally Get Some Rest.

He wears a brown cardigan over a grey hoodie with three green rectangles on the front as a design with black pants and dark grey sneakers with green highlights on the bottoms. He has fluffy dark brown hair that goes down to his shoulders, green eyes with deep bags underneath them, thick dark brown eyebrows, a tall nose and brown skin. He is also six foot five inches.

#oc championship #tournament poll #bracket f #round 1 #383 tourniquet #384 brandon coal

[mxanigel]

I'm starting to feel like I need to create a slide deck to explain Shion's sexuality and perspective on sex 😅

She can enjoy sex but doesn't desire it? At least, she doesn't feel like she desires sex the way others seem to. She craves intimacy with someone she loves, and that kind of physical closeness tends to overlap with the other person wanting sex. Because sex is supposed to happen when you're in love, right?

[more OC rambles that ended up extending beyond aspec things below the cut]

Before the OT3, Shion had two relationships: Zane Armbrust and Rena Hoffmann. Zane was her partner during their cadet days when they were both in their late teens, and in hindsight her feelings were more platonic than romantic (which contributed to them breaking up around graduation). Being with Zane helped Shion begin healing from the long-term emotional abuse inflicted by her mother, but between that and her parents' unhealthy relationship as her main example, she made many mistakes, including sleeping with him because he wanted it, because the act was expected. (To be fair, Zane was also figuring himself out; a few years later he meets a man who he ends up marrying.)

Thanks to that growth, the version of Shion who meets Rena is in a much better place to have a relationship. And Shion falls head over heels for her. I don't think Rena was aspec, instead a deeply empathetic person who worked hard to identify and meet her lover's wants and needs while communicating her own. Often with teasing involved. Sure, they had their stumbles along the way as they figured out who they were together. But through that safety and acceptance, Shion first found pleasure in sex with Rena, later even initiating it on rare occasions. Despite their crapsack world, they were happy for years. And then Shiganshina was attacked, taking Rena's life alongside so many others.

(Why did Rena have to become such a wonderful character?? I once again must apologize to an OC for putting them through so much anguish.)

Shion throws herself into the Survey Corps in the wake of Rena's death, alternating between Expeditions and helping train new recruits, never rising to a captain rank due to occasional reckless behavior. Her luck runs out when she breaks both legs fighting a Titan, leading to months of recovery and then post-recovery physical therapy and training to rejoin the Survey Corps. She should have given up, retired, changed jobs, but if she wasn't a soldier fighting Titans, what would she have left?

It's this version of Shion who joins Squad Jonas, and her time with them slowly helps her realize how much the past few years have rocked her to the core. How far she's strayed from Rena's desire for her to seek joy. In trying to recover that better version of herself, Shion changes to the point that she catches Hange's attention, and soon after that is when Cut to the Feeling begins.

Given all this, Shion is utterly unprepared to fall in love again, let alone with someone like Levi. Yet she won't suppress those feelings because they were unexpected. In fact, she finds joy in loving Levi (and Hange, albeit under the assumption that her feelings are purely platonic there).

It's the physical aspects of that love which Shion struggles with. Unlike Rena, Levi isn't one to talk about such things. He's direct, blunt, and forward. And Shion will prioritize his needs and wants over her own. Which leads to tension between them once Hange turns their pair into a triad.

Because, subconsciously, Shion prefers physical intimacy with an AFAB partner. She's never had two people juxtaposed to be able to figure that out. But Levi notices, quickly, and later confronts her about it in his characteristically brusque fashion (because he doesn't know she hasn't realized this herself). It isn't an easy conversation. Yet the three of them insist on honesty with each other above all else, and because they work to maintain this foundation of trust, they can have these conversations. Which leads to a three-way relationship where each person can freely express wants and meet needs because they love each other, whether those needs are for sex or for the absence of it.

(If you got this far, thanks for reading. <3 If you and/or any of your characters are also aspec, I hope some of this resonated with you.)

#OC: Shion Miller #aspec OC #OT3: what we have is each other #uh oh Ani's rambling about their OCs again #a lot of sex discussion for being about aspec characters ahaha #also references death and grief

[howtobeapersonwithfibro]

Hi so I don’t know if you really take asks but I would like some assistance here. I am a teenager who was diagnosed with POTS a little under a year ago and I’m starting to think I may need a mobility aid. I have never fainted or actually fallen due to my disorder but some days I get worryingly close and I need to sit down quite often after short periods of time out of my bed.

I have brought up the idea of a cane or something along those lines to assist with balance when needed (I don’t leave the house often and when I do it tends to just be on days when I’m not having those walking issues), but my idea was turned down due to the possibility of my body not being able to build up strength and becoming reliant on the aid (mind you I’m already leaning on walls quite a bit and am terrified of going down the stairs without a death grip being had on the rail).

Any information you’d be willing to give would be helpful, especially around if my pots is at a point where mobility aids wouldn’t be a longtime detriment (obviously all in your opinion. I haven’t been able to talk to my doctor yet)

Greetings!

I'm glad to hear you've gotten a diagnosis so you can at least know why you're feeling so crappy, but I'm also sorry you have to deal with POTS. I know from firsthand experience how much it can interfere with your life, way more than people can see from the outside.

I am 100% on board with you getting a cane, especially since it sounds like you need and would really benefit from one. My POTS is the reason I use mine. It was really shocking at first how much using it reduced my fatigue and dizziness when walking, just by pawning some of the weight off on the cane.

I know how awkward it is to navigate the mobility aid talk with family, friends, and even doctors, especially if a doctor didn't recommend it necessarily. But you know your body best, you can do what's right for you, and ultimately (unless you need financial/practical help from parents to buy one) the choice is all up to you. It is uncomfortable socially at first but the benefit FAR outweighs the drawbacks in my opinion. I think a lot of people on POTS/chronic illness/spoonie tumblr (search those tags for more info!) would agree that mobility aids are a huge help in their lives, and I honestly haven't heard a lot of stories where doctors have been the one to bring it up.

The fear about you getting weaker is kinda bullshit tbh. You're already (probably) getting weaker from POTS; the worse you feel from it the more you have to sit/lie down and rest. If walking feels better because a cane helps, you're actually more likely to walk more.

(also, if you can see a cardiologist, mine have recommended salt either in diet or tablet form, a medicine called midodrine [didn't work for me personally], and a beta blocker [has made a huge difference for me personally. i've found no one else really knows much about dealing with POTS, doctor wise.)

You are doing a great job advocating for yourself and seeking out information, so keep doing that. I believe in you and I hope you feel better soon. Feel free to follow up and let me know if you get a cane how it goes!

<3 Jenna

(other potsies, feel free to add advice in the comments! multiple opinions are better than one!)

#my post #spoonie #chronic illness #disability #pots #postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome #ask #answered asks #mobility aids #mobility aid user

[i-am-still-bb]

No. 19

“I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.” | Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

Alt. No. 3

Brass Knuckles

Characters: Kili, Bolg, OCs Rating: T AU: Fast Car (formerly Dead Batteries) Words: 1619

Direct continuation of No. 18 - “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened” / Blindfold (Tumblr)

I feel like the prompt gives you all the warning you need?

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Kili watched his back after that. He took the long way home. Walked past his apartment building to circle back. He did not know how much information Cameron had shared with them. Kili had moved since he had called the agency that Cam worked for. But Kili knew that it was not hard to find someone if you put your mind to it. There were property deeds, accident reports, alumni newsletters; all of which were easily accessible. 

He had thrown that post-it note away in the nearest trash can after he left the El. 

But he remembered all of the listed medications. Some he could have just purchased. He could have taken the medicine to the counter, presented his driver’s license, paid, and left the pharmacy with a little plastic bag containing medicine that could either be used to treat cold symptoms or to make meth, buyer's choice. 

But he didn’t.

And then there were the medications that were harder to acquire.

And he did not even think about ways to get his hands on those in a way that would not get him fired and arrested.

And he did not see anybody who seemed to be watching him. He did not see the man with scars again.

By Thursday he had relaxed a little bit, only to wake up Friday morning full of tension and nerves. He went to the gym early and spent more time zoning out to an audiobook and following the workout that an app had generated for him. He felt better afterwards, but still jumpy and nervous. 

And it was getting noticed. 

Tauriel and Ari had noticed when he was out their place for their biweekly Wine Wednesday where they ate disgusting amounts of takeout, drank wine, talked, and maybe watched a couple episodes of whatever show they were currently binging as a group. 

Kili brushed it off. Said that there were talks about a union walk out and he wondered what would happen to the people that needed their medication if that happened. That quickly led them down a well trodden path of arguing at each other about insurances, unions, nonsensical laws, and poor working conditions in a variety of contexts. 

And Kili’s ill mood was forgotten. 

For the first time he wished he worked for a large pharmacy. The chances of some remote CEO caring about Kili’s sex life were lower. And even if the CEO cared Kili would likely never have to see the person who had been on the receiving end of those images and that video. 

Kili worked for a family owned pharmacy that was nestled into the corner of a suburban neighborhood. He knew many of the customers. He asked how people’s babies were doing. And he knew the owner, he attended the Christmas parties, and enjoyed any of the “team building” weekends. So even if he kept his job he would probably quit and seek employment elsewhere, probably in a different city, very likely in a different state. 

On Friday his miscounted pills, almost gave Mr. Peterhof Mrs. Peterson’s prescription for blood pressure instead of his anti-rejection medication. He was distracted at best. He thought about leaving early, but decided against it. He did not know these men well enough to know if they would stop the store manager, Rebecca, who would be closing up if Kili was not there.

“See you on Monday!” Rebecca said cheerfully, waving to Kili as he was finishing up the last of the prescriptions that were slated for pick up over the weekend. 

He worked slowly. 

In November it got dark early. The large windows that faced the street now just reflected the dimmed interior of the store. Instead of letting him see the rest of the world they let him see double of the rows of pop, candy, snack foods, and baby diapers.

The hair on his neck stood on end. He felt like he was being watched. He watched his reflection as he got closer to the front doors. Locked. Just like they should be. Walking back to the pharmacy counter he stiffened; that sense of being watched had only increased. 

He paused when he was filling a prescription for Oxycontin, the Albrecht kid had just had surgery on his ACL, what if he just…

No. 

Kili recounted the 15 pills. Sealed the bottle. Put it in the little plastic bag and sealed that bag with its tamper-evident seal. And hung it on the rack with the rest of the As. 

The stack of orders was completed.

Kili sighed. He hung his white jacket up, pulled on a bulky denim jacket and a beanie (a half-assed attempt at altering his physical appearance along with the scruff he had let grow over the last couple of days). He pulled down the metal gates, locked them, checked the front door again, before exiting into the back alley. That feeling of unease did not fade. He kept thinking that he saw things over his shoulder, or reflections in the mirrored glass windows while he did these final few tasks. 

The lock clicked in place when he shut the door.

The alley was dark, red brick and dumpsters barely visible. He fixed his gaze on the light of the street where cars and people would be. 

The voice was low, but clear, “Working late?”

Kili startled, hands going to the strap of his cross body bag. He felt the brief flash of a desire for something to defend himself with. 

“No,” he said curtly. 

“You’re normally off by 6:30,” the shadow separated from the wall between Kili and the warm glow of the streetlights. “And it's nearly 8.”

“Busy weekend,” Kili said brusquely. “Lots of work to do.” He did not stop moving. Hoping that he would just be allowed to keep going. 

Then another shadow was there. This one was even larger and standing directly in front of Kili. 

“Do you have my order?” the first man said, now behind Kili. 

Kili turned to keep both of them in his sights. “I… I do not.”

A speculative noise, “Why?”

Kili swallowed and tightened his grip on his bag. “It’s not possible.”

“There’s always a way.” He walked behind Kili, forcing Kili to keep turning, now only seeing one, now both, now one. 

“There’s not. I’ll get caught.”

“But I’d still have my order.”

Kili wanted to ask, “And what about me?” But was sure that he already knew the answer. 

A distinctive click. Kili’s blood ran cold. He had not heard it in years, but he knew the sound of a pocket knife blade flicking open and locking out. A sound he knew well from years spent in the club house. Nori had a habit of flicking open a knife, closing it, flicking it open, again and again. A nervous tick, a habit that always made him seem a little menacing. He would be talking with you about different motor oils, the movie he saw that weekend, the video game he was currently playing through, but that blade would be be going snick, click, snick, click, like a metronome. 

“I hate having to ask for things twice.”

Kili’s whole body tensed. Waiting for contact.

“But I will.” 

Click. 

The blade closed. 

Kili exhaled. Relieved that he would have maybe another week to figure out what to do. 

And then he was dropped to his knees. A blow slammed into his lower back, angling up under his ribs. And he forgot how to stand. 

“But Jean here is going to make sure you remember to fill our prescription next time.”

Another one made his vision flash and spin. 

Kili fought to throw off his back. And when he was pulled over onto his back to another fist raised, light flashing on the brass knuckles he was able to throw up an arm, blocking the blow. Kili kicked Jean’s inner thigh, just above the knee.

Jean grunted and dropped to one knee. 

Kili grabbed for Jean’s arm, pulling it close, pulling Jean off balance so that Kili could flip them, giving him the upperhand. He straddled Jean’s waist grappling to get an arm around the other man’s neck. The martial arts classes he had taken for years at the suggestion of his college therapist were finally coming in handy, but his hands did not quite remember the move. His hands slipped, and Jean’s hands were free. Kili fought for control again. He was sweating and cursing the heavy jacket. His hat had fallen off. He grunted in effort as he forced Jean’s arm flat. Before he could take the hold further though, an arm wrapped around Kili’s throat, applying expert pressure, enough that Kili was lightheaded in moments, weak in a few more, but not enough that he lost consciousness. 

“That was not a smart move, Kili,” the voice growled in Kili’s ear. His hot, rancid breath was the last thing that Kili remembered before there was the glint of the brass knuckles again and his vision went dark, then his hearing stopped and he knew no more.

—

Kili was stiff and cold when he woke up. He was still in the alley. He fumbled around for his bag and found his phone. It was just past midnight. He shivered and collected himself. Everything hurt. His face felt swollen. He gingerly felt for the margins of the swelling, wincing as he pressed more firmly, trying to ascertain the level of damage. 

He winced, pulling his bag over his head. That was when he saw the note pinned to his chest. It was another post-it note, with a handwritten list and another date—next Friday.

Kili straightened. He had earned a reprieve of one week.

--

Taglist Everything@silvermoon-scrolls @metztlilua @i-am-pinkie

Fili/Kili @dubhlachen

#whumptober2023 #no. 19 #alt. no. 3 #brass knuckles #the hobbit #fic #bb writes #fili/kili #fiki #fast car au #dead batteries au

[restforthe-burdenedsoul]

Random updates into the void

At my therapy session this week we were talking about the job and aspects I didn’t like, one of them being the social aspect of now working daily with coworkers and how it takes me quite a long time to warm up and trust people and how “masking” is really draining. They asked if I needed recovery time after being social and I said yes, I cannot socialize with friends or anything after work because I’m just so emotionally drained from simple interactions.

The conversation then went into how I mask and I discussed how at my last job I really started to realize how people tend to treat me a little more harsh than others (at the schools) and I started to realize that the other case workers or parents I crossed paths with, the ones that were bubbly and smiley and conversational got better/quicker help/service.

At that point last year, I talked to my very outgoing friend for advice. I did change a lot with how I interact with others thus making things much more draining and hard. Things like over exaggerating my facial expressions, adding more inflections in my voice, asking how people are even tho I don’t care unless we know each other on that level

Then my therapist started asking more neurodivergent questions. I stopped seeking any treatment about this because I’m told I’m too high functioning in life to have any neurodivergence. Like my psychologist who was refusing to give me adhd meds bc “people with adhd can’t get all A’s in grad school”

Anyway, my therapist thinks I may be autistic and had me do some screenings for it of which all were “high chance of autism diagnosis”

They asked if i wanted to pursue a formal diagnosis or treatment and I said maybe, if it could benefit me. Because I have a tendency to hyperfixate on diagnoses I think I have and I don’t want this to be a hyperfixation again.

They said it would likely explain a lot of the reasons I came to therapy. Questions about my identity, rage outbursts, meltdowns, and social challenges.

I think I will pursue the diagnosis in hopes that I can get some accommodations at work. Mainly for them to okay me wearing noise blocking headphones because it’s one of the only things that can pull me out of a meltdown or prevent things from escalating.

We are not allowed to wear them at work, but was told I can play music quietly at my desk. Unfortunately, when I’m stressed out and starting to get overwhelmed, it’s the immersive experience of the music in noise blocking headphones that help soothe me. It’s also very specific music, but that’s neither here nor there.

Was thinking about this because I’m very overstimulated currently from a few different things and I took my lunch early and I’m sitting here with my headphones and like, instant relief.

Feeling kinda validated because it’s something I’ve suspected for a long time and my symptoms, especially the anger/meltdowns that can really interfere with my daily functioning. I’ve been through so much therapy and my anger is the one thing that I can’t seem to fix. It comes on fast and strong and I couldn’t tell you what triggers it. But maybe there’s another angle it can be tackled from a Neurodivergent lens?

[the-lincyclopedia]

A mark of privilege that I don't hear people talking about much is being, like, institutionally trusted. This goes along with a lot of axes of privilege/oppression--white people tend to be more institutionally trusted than people of color, men more so than women, etc.--but I think it's worth addressing as not just a manifestation of racism, or a manifestation of sexism, or a manifestation of some other form of prejudice.

I'll define what I mean by "institutionally trusted." I mean doctors believe you about your symptoms and don't assume you're seeking out drugs. I mean your boss believes that you're doing your job and doesn't micromanage you. I mean you aren't stopped for "random" extra screenings every time you pass through an airport.

Now, obviously anyone can be institutionally trusted, and anyone can be institutionally distrusted. Anyone who works can have a micromanaging boss. Anyone who sees a doctor can have the bad luck to wind up with a doctor who's a jerk. This isn't something that one group of people experiences 100% of the time and that another group of people never experiences at all. Few things are that binary, in my opinion.

But I do think that in general, on average, privilege puts people in places where they're more institutionally trusted, and belonging to a marginalized group (or several) reduces the amount of institutional trust you receive (again, in general and on average).

And I think it's worth talking about as one thing that happens across types of oppression and across settings and situations. I think a large part of why it's worth talking about is that being regularly treated as untrustworthy can really mess with your head and your sense of self and confidence in your own perception of reality.

I think about this a lot in relation to my experience in high school.

Now, I'm quite privileged in some ways, and the ways in which I'm not were less apparent when I was younger (i.e. before I realized I'm queer and got my autism diagnosis, etc). I'm white, I can pass for cishet, I'm mostly able-bodied, and my parents have money.

But I went to an underfunded inner-city public high school that was about 70% students of color, and although I certainly was treated differently and more favorably from my peers of color in a variety of ways, the policies of the school as a whole were very punitive and treated the student body in its entirety as probably being up to no good.

There were no mirrors in any of the bathrooms, and the story was that students had smashed mirrors to make shanks, hence the mirrors being removed (though I'm guessing it was probably actually just a matter of not being able to keep the mirrors clean). There were, similarly, no paper towels; the story there was that students had been lighting them on fire (this feels more believable to me).

I can't imagine having an open campus lunch policy--the only two places we were allowed to eat lunch were the cafeteria and the music hallway. We were most certainly not allowed to leave or return during the day. I genuinely can't wrap my head around what it would have been like to be trusted to go off-campus midday. We didn't even have plastic knives in the cafeteria.

And again, I was a white, cishet-passing student from a family with money. I was absolutely treated better by the school than many of my peers were. And I still felt thoroughly distrusted, pretty much constantly. And me being me, I concluded that this must be because I really wasn't trustworthy. It took five or six years after finishing high school to start believing that actually, I could be trusted after all.

Obviously there are people in the world who will game systems and take advantage of loopholes, and there are also situations where people need supervision, not necessarily because they mean to do anything bad but just because a situation is dangerous or they're inexperienced/impulsive/etc. So I'm not saying we should trust everyone at all times without any checks or balances.

I don't have a perfect solution, but I do know that "assume people of color and other marginalized folks are lying in most situations, because better safe than sorry" is definitely NOT it.

#a lin original #sj #high school

[cetaitlaverite]

a last minute blind dates submission!!! i loved doing this back in 2021 (can’t believe it was that long ago) and was sad to miss it last year, so i was keen to get this done however last minute. thank you for hosting @mercurygray - you’re amazing for encouraging writers to challenge ourselves with things like this!!!

since i’ve not been writing as much as i’d like to recently i tried to challenge myself more than i normally might: i wrote an oc who’s different to the type of character i tend to gravitate towards, and paired her with a canon character i tend to cower from. this has definitely been an exercise in pushing myself out of my comfort zone which is always a good thing!! anyway, without further adieu:

One Day, Maybe Soon

Her mother always says that the war made her mean. That flying military planes and playing at being a fighter pilot hardened something in her, made her ruthless, made her forget her place. She says that the moment she went from Phillipa to Pip was the moment it was all over, as if someone deciding she was worth making a nickname for was what allowed for everything which followed: the first time she forgot to force a laugh when the joke wasn’t funny, the first time she didn’t feel inclined to say yes when a man offered to buy her a drink, the first time she walked into a room and didn’t try to make herself smaller so that she wouldn’t take up too much space.

Letting silly young women take up men’s jobs was the beginning of the end of good social order, her mother always says. And she is nothing short of furious that she can no longer say as much to her friends during their weekly book club meetings without sly eyebrows being cocked when the other women think she won’t notice, because her own daughter is one of the women who now refuses to remember herself and her decorum.

Pip decided a while ago that she doesn’t care what her mother thinks of what the war has done to her, because what room can an opinion like that force into the limited space in her head which isn’t dominated by bloodstained memories? But that doesn’t mean she gets a free pass from listening to her constant lectures about manners and being ladylike and what men want in a woman.

She’s at the dance tonight at her mother’s request. These dances take place quite a lot, she knows, and are often where nice young local men who have just returned from the war find nice young local women and marry them. It’s clear to Pip from the moment she sets foot inside the room that that is all anyone is here for: couples dance in the space allotted for a dance floor but talk constantly, trying to discern whether their partner is marriage material in the duration of a song; small groups stand along the walls, seeking out their next target for a dance; and lone men and women filter in and out, wondering whether they might have better luck outside on the lawn as opposed to in here and vice versa.

The hall is bright with warm light, the music loud where the band plays joyously in the far corner. Constant chatter and the sounds of shoes scuffing the wooden floor fight to be heard above the man singing into the microphone. The door, propped open to account for the constant flow of people in and out, allows in a gentle summer breeze, cooling the sweat-dampened skin of those lucky enough to find themselves close to it. For everyone else, the air is thick and heavy, the kind of wet heat which only comes from a summer evening spent packed tightly into a room with far too many people.

Pip stands in a corner, leaning against the wall, watching. That’s another thing her mother hates that she has brought back from the war: the constant need to observe. Pip argues that this should be an expected trait of a pilot, especially one who was often flying freshly manufactured planes without a manual, especially one who was stationed close enough to Pearl Harbor to feel it when it got hit. But her mother will hear nothing of it. “It isn’t polite to stare.”

Regardless, Pip stares to her heart’s content. In fact, she more than stares. She watches. She finds people who seem at least somewhat interesting and tracks them, plays a game with herself where she attempts to predict whether they’ll take a liking to their current dance partner or bow out as soon as possible and try to find someone else.

She wouldn’t say she’s enjoying herself, as such. There has been little she finds enjoyment in after returning from near-constant flight hours and barracks filled with women she loved more than her own family. But she’s content. The whole thing is less excruciating than she expected it to be now that she finds she can stand in her own little world and watch.

Which is why it makes complete sense when someone ruins her little game.

“He’s gonna go for the blonde the second the song is over.”

Pip’s head snaps sideways. Already, there is a glare on her face, a hostile twist to her mouth. “No,” she grinds out, turning back to watch the dark-haired man dancing with a brunette girl closest to where she’s standing. “He’s going to ask the brunette to dance again, and she’s going to say no.”

“Nah,” the stranger beside her corrects. She hates that she can hear him grinning. “He’s been eyeing up the blonde from the second he walked in. Only danced with her friend to get her attention.”

Pip scoffs, searching hurriedly for something to say to that; she hasn’t been watching this particular couple long enough to determine whether the stranger is right.

“That blond guy over there’ll swoop in and take the brunette for a spin right after,” he goes on. When Pip spares him an irritated glance she finds him pointing at the man he means, and she follows the gesture toward a blond man who is, in fact, staring brazenly at the brunette girl, like a hawk who has just set eyes on its dinner.

Pip swallows hard, scoffs again, and looks away. “Maybe,” she allows. She turns her eyes on a different couple, closer to the door.

“Now, them,” the redheaded man beside her persists, having followed her line of sight, “they’ll go home together, I bet. They been in here and out there and at the punch table and on the dance floor. Stuck to each other like glue the whole damn night. If I didn’t know any better I’d say they was already together, but no one comes to these things when they already got someone on their arm.”

“Is that so?” Pip asks with discernible contempt, a scowl curling down her lips. She’s not sure why she’s so furious with this man for interrupting her peace - at least he’s playing her game along with her instead of trying to force her to dance with him - but there’s something about men feeling they have a right to her time which rubs her the wrong way. He didn’t even feel he had to ask to stand so close to her, and he instantly presumed to know what she was thinking. Is it such a crime that she should have a right to keep her thoughts to herself?

“Yep,” the man replies to her clipped answer. “‘Cept I don’t see you gettin’ in on the action.”

And here is the inevitable opening he is making for himself so he can drop a line.

Pip rolls her eyes. “I’m not interested.”

It’s maddening, the way he laughs. He seems to take everything on the chin. When she hazards a glance at him again he’s grinning and shaking his head, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his uniform - some army regiment or other, judging by the khaki - and he doesn’t look at all offended.

“You already got a lucky fella?” he asks politely enough.

“I don’t need one,” Pip replies coldly.

He turns to look at her properly, now, leaning his shoulder against the wall and crossing one ankle over the other. “Which one of ‘em stepped on your toes?” He indicates the men on the dance floor with his head.

She wants to slap the grin right off of his face.

Perhaps he realises, because he laughs.

Pip turns back to the room and sets her eyes on a couple dancing next to the far wall.

The man beside her is still grinning when he asks, “What’s your name?”

“Don’t have one,” Pip replies shortly.

“You don’t got a name?” the man asks with mock horror, humouring her. “Not even a last name?”

“Why would you ever need to know my last name?”

“So I know how to address your dad when I ask for his blessing.”

In her shock at such a brazen answer, Pip chokes on the saliva she’d been just about to swallow.

She turns to him slowly, eyes narrowed as she prepares to bite, but she finds she has no words to spit at him. Her mouth opens and closes in her desperate search.

Eventually, her scowl falters. “Pip,” she relents. “That’s my first name.”

His wide grin gets even wider. It’s only a little bit endearing. “Great to meet ya, Pip. I’m Babe.”

Her face hardens right back up again.

“I swear that ain’t a line,” he rushes to reassure her, extending both hands towards her like he’s calming a wild animal. “That’s what all my buddies call me. Childhood nickname.”

“Your childhood nickname is Babe?” Her tone makes it clear that she doesn’t believe him.

The stranger shrugs. “Got it when I was a baby and it stuck.” He smiles at her again. “You can call me Edward if you really wanna, but it’s a little formal if you ask me.”

Pip sighs and shakes her head. “Fine. Babe it is.”

“So, Pip,” Babe goes on, “you dance at all?”

“No.”

He brushes this away with his hand and an easygoing smile. “Aw, come on. Not even one dance?”

“No.”

“Well -”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say!”

Pip clicks her tongue. “I’ve got a good few guesses.”

He tips his head back, groaning but still smiling wide. “You’re killing me.”

In spite of herself, and only because he can’t see her, she lets the tiniest of smiles tug at her lips. The instant she notices him begin to tip his chin back down again, however, the smile is gone, replaced by the cool look of indifference she wears whenever she’s not sure what else to do with her face.

She feels bad, for a moment, when he looks back at her with that same smile but a little bit of the brightness dying in his eyes. He doesn’t deserve her coldness, she understands - really, she’s not sure why she’s working so hard to maintain it - so she works to release all of the tension in her body, which is an awful lot. Finally, she turns to face Babe with what she hopes comes across as only a little encouragement. “I’m going outside,” she tells him. “I want to look at the stars.”

There’s a flicker of that brightness back in his eyes. Only for an instant and then it’s gone again, but it’s enough. She feels it in the soft tug in her chest, in the flip of her stomach.

“The stars it is,” Babe replies.

As they leave the hall, Babe informs her that there’s a small garden around the back of the building with a bench for them to sit on, somewhere they won’t be disturbed. Instantly, her hackles are up, and she’s casting wary glances at him out of the corner of her eye as she silently questions his intentions. But when they get to the garden he simply throws himself onto the grass and leans his head back on the bench to gaze up at the stars.

Hiding a smile in her shoulder, Pip sits in the grass at the opposite end of the bench and copies his pose.

“I miss being up there, sometimes,” Babe says quietly a while into their comfortable silence.

“What do you mean?”

He laughs a little self-consciously as he realises he’s spoken without giving context. “In planes,” he explains. “I used to jump out of ‘em.”

“During the war?” Pip asks.

He hums his affirmative.

She smiles softly, just now noticing the patch on his arm, with an open-mouthed eagle and the word ‘airborne’ embroidered above it. “You were a paratrooper.”

“Yeah.” He nods, his eyes still on the stars. Then he scoffs. “Long time ago now, though. Ain’t jumped out of a plane since Holland.”

It’s the sadness she can see in his eyes when he shoots a glance over at her that makes her speak next. “I miss being up there, too.”

He smiles slightly, crookedly, less cocksure now but more sincere. “You were a paratrooper too?”

She rolls her eyes at the joke, but she smiles, too. “A pilot,” she corrects. “But not anymore. I haven’t flown a plane since I came back home.”

“How come?”

She opens her mouth to reply and then promptly closes it. Not yet. Not that. It’s still too much, too soon, too haunting.

So she shrugs and tears her eyes away from Babe, looks back up into the sky she misses so much but can’t seem to stomach returning to.

“Maybe you can take me up there one day,” Babe says a little later. When Pip glances over at him she gets the feeling he’s been watching her for a while, waiting patiently for her to regain her composure. “Since we both miss it so much,” he adds when he can’t seem to puzzle out the expression on her face.

She can’t really puzzle out what she’s feeling herself. It’s a scary thing, the thought of flying again, but the idea of it makes her blood hum in her veins, makes her heart thud a little bit harder and faster. She finds she likes the idea of it, taking Babe up in a plane, wants to mull it over a little longer whether it ever actually happens or not. Really, she realises, she likes the idea of herself being the kind of person who could do that more than she likes the idea itself. She wants to think of herself as the kind of girl who might be able to take a boy up in a plane and fly around for a while, because she loves flying and likes him and what better way is there to spend her time than that?

“Alright,” she agrees eventually. She can see she’s surprised him by the crookedness of his grin, less forced and more sincere now that he’s softened her a little. “One day, maybe soon, I’ll take you up in my plane. But you have to promise not to go jumping out of it if you decide you don’t like me all that much after all.”

Babe grins, and now Pip finds she likes that grin of his, too. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

#blind dates 2023 #my writing #mine

[persnickett]

Hello ily ♥️😘

Also! ✨ 🌠 🌿 🎀 🎉 💞 💎 📡 🤲 ☯️

💟✉ - I had to improvise bc I couldn't find the love letter emoji 🙈

I know there are a lot there lol, but what can I say? Your mind is wonderful and I'm curious 😇 So take your pick, and if any of these take your fancy, I'd love to hear your thoughts 😍

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OMG HI, my darling. Thank you for this! I am so sorry for the long wait - and how stupidly long this got lol. But ily2 and here is my answer at last. ❤️

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Oof. Well there are certain fics I have worked really hard on, but I feel the notable example does get its fair share of credit and love and discussion (a big thank you to everyone who has read and engaged with me <3 ). But I guess I put a lot of work into An Apprenticeship, Of Brick and of Bone, Bad Moon a-Risin' too , and will always appreciate anything people want to pick up on and come and chat to me about on those. (I mean, the same is true for any fic ever, quite honestly lol – but) Those fics I’d say do also sort of have some subtlety or backstory to them that doesn’t get explicitly laid out in the fic, particularly An Apprenticeship, so there might be some fun things to talk about there if anyone is picking up on any Vibes they want to share.

Ok Edit: I wrote that whole answer out and then I went to grab the links and realize all those fics actually have not too bad interaction in comparison to my others lol. (thank you again, y’all <3). So, if this question is meant to be about the fics that get the least interaction, here’s something kinda fun: I sorted my stats page by hits in reverse, and in keeping with my weird experience that Holiday Themed Fics Seem to get Less Interest, these three tmrss fics have the lowest hit count. Three Cryptids Walk into a Bar Northern Crossing I Like you a Latte   (After that it's drabbles, which seem to make sense drawing less traffic to me, for some reason, and then a New Year's themed fic 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️) As for Die Hard, the lowest hit count that goes to a full fic and not just a drabble, is this one: The Weather Outside is Frightful

Does anyone else experience this with their holiday themed fics? I’m really interested in this lol.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Hmmm. I have a pretty big vocabulary. Is that a compliment? Lol It’s *Nerdy* with a capital N, how about that? Lol. There’s a lot of nerdy semi-obscure word play, reference humour, and I fall in love with the characters and get obsessed with every minute little detail about them. So if you love obsessing over nerdy details too, my fic just might be for you! lol

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

This is a sneaky wife-scolding moment, @dream0fspring, and frankly it’s fair. I mean the short answer is, I don’t. OP is right though, that writers definitely should. We have talked a lot about this in DMs (because you put up with so much from me <3) but at least in terms of my WIP, I tend to celebrate the success of completing the hard work of posting a chapter by rewarding myself with more work – ie. setting the deadline for the next one. I also have a tendency to set my deadlines by estimating how long I will likely take to finish a chapter, and then trying to shorten that timeline as much as possible because faster is better, and working comfortably and at my own pace would be lazy and somehow feels like a ‘failure’. To ‘hustle’ or something, idk. This is a really important question though, because I have learned a lot about myself and my workstyle and the importance of motivation and self care through writing, in ways that apply to my life outside of writing - how I approach workload in my rl job or life admin tasks and responsibility, etc. I think it’s something we could all benefit from examining in ourselves from time to time. Are we happy with the way we treat ourselves in terms of effort and reward for the different kinds of labour that come into our lives each day, and would we be happy to see somebody else, say a friend or loved one, treat themselves the same way? It’s a great question. Afraid I’d have to throw it back out to tumblr though – does anybody have ideas on how they celebrate publishing to share?

📡why is writing and sharing your writing important for fandom?

Most of you reading this will probably know that I have a little collection on my ao3 of random snippets I call Snickits, bearing the Henry Van Dyke quote “The woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best”, it’s about that fear of the vulnerability of putting ourselves into something and then offering it up to the world but I think that’s part and parcel of sharing one’s gifts. Obviously if we all gave into that voice that tells us ‘but mine isn’t as good/as big/as angsty/as funny/as worldbuilt/as proficient in English as xx’s fic’ and let it be a reason that we didn’t share it, there would be no content and there wouldn’t be a fandom at all. <3 Incidentally, (off topic, but hey this is already long af), there’s no fandom without readers, either, and this is something I’ve been seeing a lot of chat about lately with comments too. Comments and feedback are what let writers, or songbirds, know you heard and appreciated their song. They are super important to keeping fandom being a thing and a big reason many writers write here instead of going off to make money on original fiction. I see so many people say the reason they don’t comment is because other people’s comments intimidate them or seem smarter or more ‘creative’. That just breaks my heart to know somebody had a reaction to something someone wrote, was touched by something they created, and wanted to let them know but then *didn’t* because they felt themselves unworthy. (And then the image of the author on the other end, posting to the sound of crickets and thinking the same thing.) If anyone is a nervous commenter and reading this, please know it takes basically no more than a ‘omg!’, ‘this was my favourite chapter so far’ or ‘haha the moment xx happened cracked me up!’ to make a writers’ entire day. <3

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

Is it weird that this question stumped me so much I left it to last? I feel like I spoke to this a bit in my last reply to this ask game but there are SO many reasons people write. Escapism, activism, therapy, self expression, to inform, to entertain. I guess for me it’s a bit of the first and last. It’s a hobby, and it’s the one I chose because it fits the best. Words have always been sort of my one thing I feel like I *have* as it were – as a skill, to offer to people, to make an impact with etc. We all have our skills and strengths and interests and words and language have always been one for me. (Don’t know if it’s related but I’m an auditory learner and will remember everything I hear too, which I understand isn’t all that common lol). I’m also introverted, so I’m far more likely to sit down at a keyboard and think about what I want to say than to get up on a stage and shout it out to a crowd (though yes I get up on a stage and do that set to music sometimes lol, shhh, humans don’t have to make sense).  I guess writing is my way of feeling competent and effective at something, and fanfic (and feedback) is a way I feel like I reach people and offer them, and the world, something. I know I already mentioned that as a character driven writer, I find the depth to which I imagine different characters with different personalities reacting to the circumstances in my stories is a way I’ve come to feel like I have a better understanding of personalities different to my own, and it lets me have a better appreciation for, love of, and patience with, the people around me in every day life, too.<3 Writing is amazing!

☯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

Hmm. I feel like there’s kind of two different situations here. Comments and kudos are something I associate with Ao3 (I’m not sure if they have kudos on other platforms like ff.net or wattpad) and quite specific to writing, and I think engaging with authors on their stories to show that you liked it with kudos or that it made you think or feel or simply enjoy something, with a comment, are super important motivators to keep writers writing, and keep fandom being a welcoming space that embraces and encourages new writers starting out and fosters opportunities for them to explore and practice and build their skill. But then, tumblr and twitter are social media that can be used for fandom interactions with the people you meet who share your interests, but can be quite separate from writing, or at least they are in my experience. As a writer I don’t always get to engage with fan artists, and that’s one of the big plusses for me with tumblr, because I can’t do art at all and I really respect and admire fanartists hardcore. I don’t really use twitter. I’m intrigued to see it here being touted as a space for healthy fandom interaction when it has the reputation for basically being the opposite lol. I’m a highly drama-allergic person so I guess it’s possible that arguments and fanwank and ship wars are perceived by some people as a ‘healthy’ way to express things, and to each their own I suppose. But while I find respectful, calm discussions in fandom as intellectually stimulating and fascinating as the next fan, I do feel that so often that isn’t the goal, so much as finding a fight to have. And the problem there is negativity breeds negativity. I'm a firm believer that car horns ought to be made obsolete because they don't do what they were intended for anymore, which is warn somebody that another vehicle is coming around a bend on a one-lane dirt road. They're just a big loud 'fuck you' button these days, and hearing it directed at you can plant a seed of negativity that can set off your whole day and definitely makes it very tempting to hit that button on the next person that bothers you, and so it spreads out and spirals. Fandom wank feels like that to me. It might *feel* like ‘venting’ lets things out, but therapeutic psychology actually tells us distracting yourself with something positive is a just as effective, if not moreso, way to feel better without focusing on the negative – and definitely without passing it on to others in a chain reaction of yelling and fist flailing lol. I perceive fandoms that embrace a lot of opposition and ‘warring’ as actually toxic rather than healthy, and more as things that will wind me up when I came here with my leisure time to let go and relax, rather than as ways to ‘get things out’. I’m also concerned that behaviour toxifies a space, and can put negative thoughts into people’s heads that weren’t there to begin with and didn’t need to be there at all (it’s all fiction at the end of the day lol) when they might have logged on to the internet feeling perfectly fine. So I’ve never been one to go looking for an argument, even if I’m feeling some kinda way on any given day. And from what I’ve heard, that means twitter isn’t really the place for me lol.

As for having social anxiety – yeah I do. But funnily enough interacting over the internet mostly takes care of that for me. I’m far less nervous when I have time to sit and think what I want to write out and say to somebody, than I am when I feel put on the spot in person. Not to mention the added option of anonymity on the internet. So that’s how I deal with it lol, it’s probably a large part of the whole reason I’m here using it!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Well, I’m three chapters away from finishing The Blood Culmination . That is definitely feeling pretty momentous after 5 years (omg).  And then, the sky’s the limit for what I want to work on next, I guess! Which is pretty damned exciting. Like maybe 10% scary, 90% exciting. Or 90% scary, 10% exciting *insert Owen Wilson in Armageddon meme here*.

I do have my ideas, as you know.😈 Maybe I should take a poll on what I should write next lol. Something spicy, mayhaps? Maybe the next big thing won’t even be fanfic at all… !!

With apologies again that this got so long, luckily some of the things you asked already came up in my other post here.

For anyone else who wants to do this, these questions are all from the ask game found here

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#writing be like #ask game #snick talks (apparently)

[shxtodxroki]

Hi! Here's my info for the matchup exchange. Could I get a matchup from 1A (or the Big 3 of UA, whichever you think works better) and a Pro Hero please!

Name: Eren

Age: 19 (almost 20)

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Straight

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

MBTI: INFJ

Personality: I'm pretty quiet in social settings but if someone talks to me first, I can keep a conversation going. I will occasionally go up to someone to initial a conversation but not very often. With people that I'm close with, I'm very open and sarcastic. And I make a lot of self-depreciating jokes (even though I have a high self worth).

Likes: Reading, writing, anime, video games, Marvel, and listening to music (stuff like Hamilton, Panic! at the Disco and Offspring). Dislikes: Spiders (deathly afraid of those), being forgotten when I'm gone, and disappointing those who I care about.

Looks: I'm 164cm (5'4") and have an average build (not too curvy but definitely not straight up and down). I have green eyes that everyone thinks are brown and curly/frizzy dark brown hair that is just below my shoulders.

Extra Info: I'm at university and am majoring in English and Writing. I regularly get distinctions and high distinctions with my assignments and have very high expectations for myself. I want to be a published author and have written several manuscripts.

I hope the rest of your day goes well for you!

Hi hi again, thank you so much for sending this! I’ve never done a match-up exchange before so this was a lot of fun for me lol, I enjoyed talking with you and I hope you enjoy your match-ups! (I apologize for posting these a day later than I planned, school work had to get done lol but here they are!) Your blog is really cool, and if you ever wanna request anything else feel free to reach out and let me know! :)

For The Students, I’d Match You With: 

Tamaki Amajiki! :D

Reasoning:

I went back and forth on this one a lot, but ultimately I just think that you and Tamaki match up and are compatible in all the most important aspects of a relationship (like your needs and such) but you also have certain differences that help you work better together :)

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- As anxious as Tamaki is when it comes to social situations, things like bugs/spiders don’t really scare him, so he’s happy to deal with them for you. He doesn’t seek them out or anything, but if a spider appears in your room and you’re freaking out then he’ll happily pick it up and bring it outside for you, so that you don’t have to worry about it anymore :)

- You and Tamaki work really well together in social situations. He likes that you’re generally quiet and don’t expect him to constantly socialize, but he also likes that you’re not opposed to it and can take the lead between the two of you when conversing with others. You’re definitely the one to hold more conversations with your peers when the two of you are out together unless it’s one of the few people Tamaki’s comfortable talking to

- Tamaki also really likes listening to music with you! You tend to listen to a lot of the same music, surprisingly (Hamilton is definitely his guilty pleasure, though he’ll only ever admit that to you and Mirio) so he loves coming over to your place to study or work on stuff for his job and just listen to your favorite playlists in the background

- Tamaki really likes styling your hair! :) And if you have any special hair care products, he’s happy to help you with those too. Helping you with your hair care and styling it helps him calm down and feel relaxed for some reason, and he thinks your curly hair is just so pretty and endearing!

- Tamaki’s the most supportive boyfriend you could possibly ask for when it comes to your major and your studies. He really admires how passionate you are when it comes to writing, and he’s happy to be a beta reader for you whenever you want him to, whether it’s an essay for class that you’re struggling with or a piece of writing you did on your own time, just for yourself. He just loves reading anything you write, and he always has the most glowing feedback for you whenever he can work up the courage to share it with you :>

- Tamaki can make self-deprecating jokes sometimes too, so of course he never wants to tell you not to make the occasional joke, but he does occasionally check in and make sure you don’t mean any of the jokes you’re making, and that you know how amazing you are. He doesn’t push it, he just has to check in every once in a while because the last thing he ever wants is for you to feel insecure or like you’re not enough, and he’s glad that you know just how awesome you are and that you have high self-confidence :)

- Tamaki knows you worry about being forgotten, so he makes sure you know that you are the most important thing in his life and he could never forget you. He keeps little mementos and reminders of you and all the memories you two share all over his home, so you know exactly how important you are to him, and how important you always will be in his eyes

- Tamaki also really enjoys watching anime with you! He’s always so happy whenever you wanna show him your favorites, he gets sucked in so fast and pretty soon he’s begging you to watch another episode with him because he’s just too antsy to wait, but he doesn’t want to watch without you :’)

Song For Your Relationship:

Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery :)

For The Pro-Heroes, I’d Match You With: 

Shota Aizawa!

Reasoning:

This one just makes sense to me, you two are very similar in a lot of ways and I can just see you fitting perfectly into one anothers’ lives, you get along so well and you understand one another better than anyone else can.

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- As I’m sure we can all tell, Shota’s not really a social butterfly, so he doesn’t mind that you’re not very social either. Most of your dates are indoors and very one-on-one, he very rarely chooses to go out in public and leave the pile of blankets he loves cuddling under with you so if you ever do wanna go out in public, you’re probably gonna have to be the one to initiate it lol

- Shota’s definitely the type to tease you a bit over your fear of spiders, and be a bit dramatic with his whining when he has to actually get up and take care of one for you, but he’s only teasing. He’s happy to do this small thing for you to help you when you're scared, and he always takes care of the issue for you despite his whining 

- I think I’ve said this before, but Shota actually really enjoys reading with you! :D Especially before bed, he loves settling in for the night with you and grabbing whatever book you’re interested in at the moment as he begins reading it to you in his smooth, low voice and lulling you off to sleep :)

- Honestly I can’t see Shota being a huge video game person himself, but he doesn’t mind watching you play them! Sometimes he’ll just bring a stack of papers he has to grade into the room you’re gaming in and get to work, occasionally looking up to comment on your gameplay and quietly encourage you as he trudges through his grading

- And as a teacher, Shota really admires your passion for writing and the work you put into it. He loves reading your writing whenever he has the chance, and he just finds it really admirable how passionate you are about it and how much you truly enjoy writing :)

- Ooooh boy, Shota’s pretty much the king of sarcasm, so a lot of the time you two just make sarcastic jokes at one another. People often question your dynamic when they first meet the two of you, but neither of you mind, it’s nice that your senses of humor fit so well together :)

- Shota also really admires how you always push yourself to be your best and have such high expectations for everything you do, but he knows you sometimes end up pushing yourself and he’s always watchful for the signs that you’re burning out or need a break. He’s always making sure you take care of yourself and give yourself time to rest no matter what, he cares about you more than he can voice in words and he’s never going to let you push yourself past your limits

- Usually he’s not the best with words, but because Shota knows you have a fear of disappointing others, he always tries to tell you how proud he is of everything you do, and how thankful he is to have you. Despite the teasing and sarcasm in your relationship, Shota truly loves you with all his heart, and he tries his best to tell you that often <3

Song For Your Relationship:

Never Be Alone by Shawn Mendes :)

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