#and what i did get most had to be donated because i couldn't keep everything

[jedi-bird]

Unpacked the ornaments today and started laughing over this. He looks like a relative of Gritty. My mom bought him to represent my first christmas and over the years he's gotten crushed because she didn't do a great job of packing things up; I inherited some of her things after she died and kept even less, so digging to the bottom of the box today yielded the best laugh I've had in a while. He is now proudly on display dead center on the tree, close to Blue and Beta, and staring wildly into the room.

#christmas tree #i do love festive lights in the season of everything dark and horrible #we're not religious but growing up with a tree every year means we kind of like it and continue the tradition #i didn't get a lot of my mom's stuff after she died because it would have meant dealing with my stepfather more than i already had #and what i did get most had to be donated because i couldn't keep everything #why she chose a teddy bear for me I'll never know because i actively hated them as a kid #she loved them but i was equal parts terrified and angry #now though i like him because he's silly looking and reminds be a bit of my cat #next year if i finally have the room I'm setting up my grandma's light up village and going shopping for a menorah #might also crochet a tree skirt just to use up leftover yarn and make it very bright and wild

[knightyoomyoui]

Nayeon x M/F Reader - "No Problem"

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO 6TH AND FINAL SET OF MY TWICE X READER ONE-SHOTS IN THIS BOOK.

Yes. I have finally decided that I will officially end my book once all of the remaining one-shots set to be released are completely done. I can't keep to focus on this book alone for longer because you know, there are other stuffs that I need to prioritize. I'm sorry guys and while it's still early, I just want to express my deepest gratitude and appreciation for all of your love with my book. It's been fun creating multiple alternate universe TWICE fanfics to all of you and to explore all the types of storylines I had to encounter on creating each. Really, thank you so much.

Also, since I've said a month ago that I'm going to start using my hobby of writing stories as my sources of income, so again I'm not forcing everybody to donate but if you can, please feel free to do so as your additional support for my works. Here's my Ko-fi account where you can drop your donations or ask for a commission. You can check it out on my Tumblr profile too! 

Alright, now let's kickoff Set 6 with this gender neutral reader x Nayeon fic one-shot! I hope yall enjoy it even though it's short (which probably will be the same for most of the other fics included in the line-up) unlike the usual lengthy works that I used to write before.

Aside from his/her parents, Nayeon is most likely the only other person who is completely informed about YN. She is able to catch every aspect about YN, including your mannerisms, your tendency to become quickly distracted when concentrating on anything, your favorite kinds of clothes, and much more. But amongst all of it, having known YN for over a decade, she is already largely acquainted with your personality.

She could still recall those times when, due to her exceptionally good memory, she discovered every new mood you placed yourself in, regardless of whether it was appropriate or not. She didn't care about all of that, though, since the important thing is that it won't alter the fact that you have formed a kind personality, which complements your attractive appearance and is one of the main reasons she fell in love with you in the first place. Speaking of your personality, here's the issue; Nayeon is now experiencing difficulties with it. The cause? The YN she has been exposed to is very different from what you have been demonstrating to her.

Away from your usual goofy and lively personality, instead Nayeon would rather end up spotting you coming home every night with a gloomy, tired and unimpressed demeanor.

Those preserved Nayeon suspicious of your current behavior and attitude. She acknowledges that she isn't accustomed to this kind of treatment from you and that it makes her upset, but she also thinks there must be a cause for her lover's abrupt change. She is eager to get this information as soon as possible since she is sick of watching her dearest YN treat her coldly. Nayeon called a friend and coworker one day when you were gone from the house again for work in order to get some information that would be helpful to her.

A deep masculine voice owned by someone she couldn't even process up to this day that he really does, with how this guy sports a babyface and with a very slim body the moment she first met him once at your birthday party. "Nayeon-noona! Hey how you doing?"

"I'm fine Felix, how about you?", she greeted back.

"Doing good so far. Why did you call?"

"Uhm I just want to ask you something... about YN." Nayeon said, her heart thumping fast. She doesn't know why her nervousness is increasing the more she gets through the conversation.

Perhaps, she doesn't want the main possibility she has in mind to come true. No. She's afraid. She knew both her and YN were happy in their relationship and she has done everything. She's hoping that YN wouldn't go that far.

"Sure, go ahead... although I miss seeing that idiot already." Felix chuckled behind the phone.

"Wait, you two haven't seeing each other yet? I thought you two are there together at work right now?" Nayeon confusingly asked.

"Noona, wait you didn't know about it yet?"

"About what?"

Felix sighed and clicked his tongue, cursing for YN on what you have done. "So YN didn't tell you about what happened?"

Nayeon's hands are trembling, her throat starts to become dry, arms shaking in tense as she has no clue what Felix is referring to that you haven't even dared to speak out to her already.

"Felix, I don't know what you're talking about. Cut to the chase, what the hell happened to YN?"

Felix remained silent for a while before he finally answered Nayeon's wondering.

Later that evening, around nine o'clock, Nayeon is waiting impatiently for YN to get home in the living room. She then heard a call on her phone, and fortunately it was her husband/wife YN, telling her that you had purchased takeout for dinner. They finished their meal a few minutes after you got home. You greeted Nayeon and saw that she wasn't in the best of moods—in fact, she seemed colder than your love—when you went to give her a kiss. It was awkwardly silent throughout supper. You were about to go into the bedroom while Nayeon was cleaning the dishes when she called your name, causing you to stop in your tracks because she wanted to talk to you.

"Can we talk for a moment, please?" She asked while wiping her hands dry.

"I'm listening." You leaned at the door frame.

"There something you're not telling me about, isn't it YN?" Nayeon crossed her arms. You went speechless, silently hiding how guilty you are of her accusation.

"H-how can you say so? And why would I, Nay?"

"I don't know, I should be the one asking you that now." Nayeon shrugged. "Because I know exactly why."

She couldn't help but to emit a snort and a smirk at your look. "Ahh... the typical lying YN. Eyes popped then blink fast."

"I called your friend Felix. He told me about what happened to your workplace."

You sighed. That's it, Nayeon has already have an idea about the tight situation you are going into. As much as you want to keep this from her longer, you have no other choice but to stop the pretending and clarify things to her.

"All I need is a confirmation from you, YN. Tell me, was that true that you really got fired?"

Embarrassed and scared, YN slowly gave the answer Nayeon has been waiting all day long. "Yes... I got fired. WE got fired."

"Then where the hell do you really go whenever you left the house for the rest of the day. So after all these time, you've been fooling me? You've done it for like what, for the past three 3 days? Not to mention, today's your 4th!" Nayeon slightly raised her voice. "

"Because I was looking for a job elsewhere, Nayeon!" You fought back, defending yourself to cleanse out the intense atmosphere clouding the two of you. Nayeon remained shut, allowing you to take the turn as you continue speak your side.

"Yes, we got fired. Our boss decided to retire his company, had our contracts result to get terminated and we have no other choice but to look for a new job. Some of us were disappointed, enraged, hard to their feelings, while some of us... I don't know, contented. But I'm different from both of them, I took that loss heavily within me, Nayeon."

"The day after we got fired, I immediately moved, searched everywhere around Seoul, just hoping that I could atleast encounter one. But... until now, I'm still unsuccessful." Your breathing became raspy as your voice cracked at how you're draining yourself everyday with long walks and travels only to result in failure.

"I didn't tell you because I was scared that when you find out that your boyfriend is now jobless, you may rather see the same as what I could look at myself: unreliable, a disappointment, and I'm scared that I might end up unable or lacking to fulfill my responsibility to give everything that would make my girl happy."

Your eyes has finally released each teardrops of its own, streaming down to your cheeks. Nayeon's heart broke even worse at this vulnerable sight of yours while listening the struggle you were currently facing alone.

"I couldn't find any, Nayeon. I'm getting more desperate. I'm sorry if I had to lie and keep it from you."

Nayeon stepped closer to you and hugged you for comfort, calming your emotions down as she let you take your time to steady your breathing.

"I'm sorry if I looked like I was mad at you, I really thought you were cheating behind my back or whatsoever, but my heart was always right. I knew you could never do that." Nayeon smiled thankfully as she rubbed your back gently.

"And here you go again, I told you to stop overthinking yourself about what would I think negatively of you. I won't ever gonna look at you like that!" She scolded you like a mom. "I knew you were always doing your best, for us. I've been seeing that from you since day one. I couldn't belittle you for something I know you will always be great of, and that's for being such a hardworking and committed boyfriend to me."

Nayeon leans away from the hug and wipes the tears off in your face. "You really didn't have to hide those troubles of yours away from me, because anytime I would offer my hand to assist you. Just remember that if you're low sometimes, I would always be the one to lift you all the way up when you're feeling down. So please, be free to be honest next time okay?"

"Okay." You understandably nodded, a soft delighted smile appeared in which you haven't had for almost a week. Nayeon cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer for a heartwarming kiss to finally settle things off between each other tonight.

As they went to their bed to get some sleep, Nayeon remained awake for a while, as she forms a plan in her mind.

The next day, YN was supposed to leave again early to look for a job but he decided to give it a rest because even him couldn't deny that he got tired of moving everywhere. As he and Nayeon were eating a breakfast, Nayeon took your attention by calling your name.

"YN."

"Yes?"

"I thought of something last night and I just want to share it to you."

"That is?"

"Since you couldn't find a job yet, why don't we start our own mini business for now?"

You paused from almost drinking your cup of coffee in your hand. You stared at Nayeon who is grinning at you with her cute bunny teeth showing up, matching the brightness of the sunny morning outside.

"You serious?"

"Yeah. I'm up to it. I mean that's something I can you join you to also. In that way, we can have some more time together plus that could be like my other way to spend my time around and not just staying in this house." Nayeon nodded before taking another spoonful of her food. "But first, I want to hear it also from you. Do you agree with me?"

You pouted your lips and think deeply, but not in a way where he has to pick a choice. You were rather like, visualizing how could it end up for you and her business once you two achieved to start one, and you hoped the most that it would be successful.

"I'm not against it at all." You shook your head. "We could do that, I could use some of my remaining savings from my previous work to add on our target budget." Nayeon was happy with your volunteering.

"Is there anything you wanna consider for us to try?"

"I have one." Nayeon bounced her eyebrows before she continues to finish her breakfast.

A few days later, YN goes with Nayeon to locations where they can find whatever they need. They began by looking through a rental property that was unoccupied in Seoul. They paid a fair price for it, satisfied with the layout and amount of space. They then proceeded to a Home Depot store to purchase decorations, tables, chairs, and other items, all of which were delivered to their location. In addition, they went grocery shopping and purchased a blender, milk, and a variety of fruits. Lastly, they mostly concentrated on assisting one another with the preparation and décor of the entire space. A week later, Nayeon and YN visit their newly founded small business, which they had just completed setting up. Courtesy of Nayeon's idea, it was a natural fruit juice and shake shop.

She said that she wants to sell a product that would give refresh, sweetness, and availability for everyone to try while at the same time, ensuring their customers that they also have a product which will be good for their health.

They looked above to read the sign of their shop's name.

"Alcohol-Free?" You wheezed and glared at Nayeon.

"I mean, we're not selling any alcohol right?" She sniggered.

"But did you really had to make it more obvious?"

"Humor and creativity, YN. We have to aim at those additional points." She formed a gun gesture in her hand and imitates shooting bullets from it.

You hissed and lowered your head, hiding your laughter at Nayeon's silliness.

"Ah, finally it's done! Ooh I can't for us to open it soon!" Nayeon clapped excitedly like a little kid that was about to receive a reward from her parents.

"That's why now you should learn how to make a milkshake properly already."

Nayeon slapped your shoulder at your teasing, a stinging pain irritates your skin. She pouted and grunted like a grumpy granny. "Who among the two of us who couldn't even slice fruits properly huh?"

"Jeez okay, I surrender." You chuckled. Nayeon is still sulking beside you, looking away with her cheeks puffing out and arms crossed. You then took this opportunity as your alternate words of saying sorry to her.

"Thank you for all of this, by the way.  Honestly speaking, this looks amazing Nayeon. You really don't have to go with this much effort..." you felt Nayeon swiftly stabs a deadly glare at you, that won't gonna happen again twice so you continued and fixed your words carefully. "... but I couldn't express how overwhelmed I am with your help."

Nayeon immediately switched her look at you who is glancing the exterior of the shop with glimmer in your eyes and a satisfication in your smile. "With you on my side, managing our very first business together; I just wish the best for us. I hope that many will love this."

Nayeon hooked her arm around yours and pressed her head on your bicep. "I wish the same too. Let's do well, and we will get through that."

She looked up, staring at you. "This is why you have to share your worries with me. Don't make it complicated by yourself, okay? We both love each other, and that would simply mean that there will be no problem for us to overcome anything."

You gratefully kissed Nayeon on the lips to before both entered the fruitshake shop with hands holding together to check the inside next.

Months later, YN and Nayeon's business quickly gained success and popularity, as a result of the large number of daily visitors who were complimenting the shop's appealing design, cozy atmosphere, and natural tastes of their products.

#nayeon #twice nayeon x m reader #twice nayeon x f reader #twice nayeon x male reader #twice nayeon x female reader #nayeon x m reader #nayeon x f reader #twice au #twice one shot #twice fanfic #kpop au #kpop fanfic #kpop oneshot #twice nayeon #im nayeon

[evandarya]

How (not) to Get Adopted by Bruce Wayne

An Incomplete Guide

{read on AO3}

Bruce looked up from the paperwork on his desk to his ringing cell phone. His personal cell phone. Precious few people had that number. He checked the caller ID before answering.

"Dr. Thompkins, this is a surprise, is there a problem?" He didn't think so. The last donation to her clinic had cleared days ago, maybe something was wrong with one of his kids.

"Bruce, nothing is wrong, or… well." She paused. He never knew Leslie to be anything other than straightforward, so this was unusual. "You know most of the fosters and group homes in the city use my clinic for the kids, right?"

"Yes." He should, it was because of the Thomas Wayne foundation that they were able to afford medical care for the foster kids in the city.

"Well, I'm worried about one of the kids. He's been in my clinic twice since the start of the month. Apparently, he's been getting into fights."

It was only two weeks into the month, which was concerning, but… "I'm not seeing where I come in." He said, flipping through a financial report.

"He's in a group home, and they have a 'three strike' policy. If he gets into another fight, he's going to be sent to a detention facility."

"Hmm. Sounds like he needs to stop getting into fights."

"That's what I told him the first time, but there he was the next week, nose broken again. He's a smart kid, Bruce, he's in Gotham Academy on an academic scholarship. He doesn't deserve to go to juvy, and you are still an active foster parent."

"Leslie, I'm not looking to take in another child right now. I have my hands full with Damian, and Tim is staying here full time again."

"That's why you're the best choice. He needs a placement, someone with a firm hand, and you have experience raising headstrong children."

"I don't know."

"Could you at least meet him before you decide?"

"Alright." He said with a sigh "I'll meet him."

"Thanks, Bruce, I'll have his social worker contact you."

***

"I don't understand why I had to miss school for this," Danny said, slumping down in the plastic chair. They were supposed to be taking a test in Physics today, and now he was going to have to make it up to meet with a potential foster.

"Sit up straight, Danny. Your potential foster father is a busy man, so we had to work with his schedule." Danny rolled his eyes. A busy foster, great. That usually meant their foster kids took care of the house while they were out 'working'.

"I don't need a foster, Shannon." He'd rather go to juvy than another foster placement.

"Just meet him, please, and keep an open mind." Shannon checked her watch. He wasn't sure if the man was running late, or if she was just nervous. Probably nervous, though, if the incessant clicking of her pen was any indication.

At exactly half past noon the door to the day room opened and a tall, well-built man walked in, being led by a worker. "Shannon, Mr. Wayne is here." Mr. Wayne gave the worker a brilliant smile and thanked her for showing him in before turning that smile onto Shannon. Danny slumped further into the chair, glaring at Mr. Wayne.

He knew who the man was. Of course, he did, how could he not? Everything he had came from the man. The group home he was living in was funded by a Wayne charity, his scholarship, his doctor visits, and even his school lunches were paid for by the Wayne foundation. The man had infinitely deep pockets, and he gave to so many charities, and he was huge. Not just tall, standing a head and a half taller than Shannon and her impractical heels but built like he spends half his time in a gym. The man was bigger than a billionaire had any reason to be.

"You must be Danny." He said, turning that smile onto the teen, ignoring his surly look, and holding out his hand. Danny took it, and couldn't help but notice the calluses on the man's knuckles and palms. Similar to his own, like a fighter. "I'm Bruce Wayne."

"I know who you are." He said, dropping the man's hand and turning back to Shannon. "Can I go back to my room?"

"Danny! You're being rude." Shannon said, dropping her pen in shock. Danny caught it before it hit the ground and handed it back to her.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne, thank you for coming all the way down here to meet me. Sorry, you wasted a trip, though. I'm not looking for a foster at this time." He said, giving his own blinding fake smile.

"That's not really your decision, is it?" Mr. Wayne asked, catching Danny off guard.

"What?" Danny asked, sitting up straight for the first time.

"You're fifteen, sixteen maybe? You don't need to give permission to be moved to a new home."

"You can't do that. He can't do that, Shannon."

"He's right, Danny. You're still underaged, so you have to go where the state tells you to go. If Mr. Wayne agrees to foster you, you'll have to go with him."

Danny glanced incredulously between the two adults, everything in him wanting to whine about how unfair that was, but that wouldn’t get him anything. Instead, he settled for a scowl.

"How about a trial period? We'll do a thirty-day placement, and if you would rather be here after, I'll drop you off myself. Does that sound fair?" Mr. Wayne said as if he were some diplomat trying to find a compromise.

Anger flared in Danny's chest. "Whether or not it sounds fair is irrelevant, isn't it? You've already made it clear where you stand on my permission."

Pink colored Mr. Wayne's cheeks, but his face stayed irritatingly passive. "Why don't you go pack, then."

"You'll take him? That's wonderful, I'll get the paperwork started." Danny held Mr. Wayne's eyes for a few more seconds before the man broke eye contact to speak to Shannon. Only then did Danny stand up, being sure to make as much noise as possible just to be annoying. Thirty days? Does he think he's going to last for thirty days? His longest placement was two weeks. Mr. Wayne would be no different.

The first thing he did when he got to his room, or the room where he stayed with three other boys, was take his knives out of the wall. One good thing about being able to turn intangible is how easy it is to hide things. No one thinks to check inside the walls. He stuck one in his front pocket, one in his back pocket, and one in the hidden pocket he had sewn into the inside of his hoodie. Then he set about packing his things. He didn't have that much stuff, in fact, all of his belongings fit into his backpack along with his school books. The last thing he did was fish his sketchbook out from where he had stashed it under the floorboards under his bed.

Once everything he owned was safely tucked away in the bag on his back he headed back down to the day room. Mr. Wayne was signing paperwork at the table when he stomped back in. He glanced up and his eyes landed on the backpack hanging off his shoulder.

"Do you have everything?" He asked. Danny shrugged, he had everything important. "Alright, I’ll finish this paperwork, then we can get going."

Danny nodded and sat back down in his chair across from Mr. Wayne. The only sound was the steady ticking of the clock on the wall and Mr. Wayne's pen scratching his signature every now and again as he read through the paperwork. Once he had signed everything he needed to sign and handed the paperwork back to Shannon they headed out to the parking lot.

"I'm parked this way." He said, gesturing toward a black Tesla in the parking lot. "Would you like to put your bag in the trunk?"

"I'll keep it with me if it's all the same to you." You only have to make the mistake of getting separated from your belongings once.

"Alright, if that's what you want." Danny could feel his anger rising again. Since when did anyone care what he wanted? Mr. Wayne opened the passenger side door for him, and Danny waited until he stepped away to get in, shutting the door behind him. Mr. Wayne climbed into the driver's side and Danny was struck again by just how big the man was. Was he a bodybuilder, or something? Seriously.

Mr. Wayne waited until they were out on the road before speaking again. "Have you eaten lunch yet, are you hungry?" He asked, drumming on the steering wheel as he waited for a light to change.

"No."

"No, you haven't eaten lunch, or no, you aren't hungry?"

"No to both. I haven't eaten lunch, and I'm not hungry."

"Did you have a big breakfast?"

"I skipped breakfast."

"So you haven't eaten anything all day." Danny could hear the displeasure in the man's voice, but he just shrugged in indifference. Mr. Wayne reached over and Danny tracked his hand warily, but the man only hit a few buttons on his car's display, calling a number labeled "Alfred." The sound of a call ringing out filled the cab before a man with a British accent picked up.

"Pennyworth speaking, how may I help you." Danny wrinkled his nose at the man's formality.

"Alfred, I'm bringing home a guest. Could you fix something substantial for lunch? And prepare a room in the family wing, please."

"Of course, Master Bruce. Are there any requests or restrictions I should be aware of?"

"Danny?" Mr. Wayne asked, obviously waiting for him to answer the question.

"No."

Mr. Wayne's eyebrows furrowed just a bit before smoothing back out. "Danny has a peanut allergy." Danny scowled out the window as Mr. Wayne finished his conversation. Silence fell as they made their way out of the city.

“How’d you know about my allergy?” Danny asked after a while.

“Shannon told me.” Mr. Wayne said.

“So why’d you ask if you already knew the answer?”

“Why did you lie?”

Danny scowled at that and turned back to the window without answering. Mr. Wayne sighed.

"I wanted to give you an opportunity to speak for yourself." He said after a few minutes of silent driving. “And to see what you said.”

"So it was a test?" He asked. Mr. Wayne nodded slightly, not taking his eyes off the road. "Guess I failed, then."

"No, it's not a pass/fail. I just want to know what happened in your past that made you feel the need to lie about something as serious as an allergy."

Danny didn't say anything to that, the man was starting to sound like Jazz. Thankfully he didn't say anything else for the rest of the ride. It wasn't until they were parked in the garage of the (frankly ridiculously sized mansion) that Mr. Wayne said anything.

"I'm going to need you to give me your knives."

Danny blinked. "I don't know what you're talking about." He pulled on the door handle, but it wouldn't budge. Locked. Of course, it was, and stupid expensive cars apparently don’t have lock buttons on the passenger side. He swallowed down his apprehension and turned toward Mr. Wayne.

"I know you have at least three on your person. You will have no need for weapons in my home, so I need you to give them to me."

He's heard that before, but what choice did he have at this point? He was stuck in the car with a man who was twice his size and built like an MMA fighter. Unless he wanted to use his powers there was only one way out. Danny sighed and handed over the knives in his pants pockets.

"And the one in your jacket." He scowled but handed it over too. "And any you may have in your backpack." There was only one in his backpack, and it had saved his life more than once. He really didn't want to give it up.

"I don't have any in my backpack."

"Don't lie to me about this, I don't want to go through your things, but I will if I have to," Danny grumbled, but dug into his bag for the Swiss Army Knife and handed it over to Mr. Wayne. "Is that all?"

"Yes, sir."

"You don't have to call me sir, you can call me Bruce."

“Is that an order?” Danny really didn’t want to get too familiar with a man who was a practical stranger.

“No, of course not."

“Then I’ll call you sir, Mr. Wayne.”

Mr. Wayne sighed but finally unlocked the car door. Danny pushed the door open a little faster than was strictly necessary, stumbling a little in his haste to get out of the enclosed space. Mr. Wayne gave him a funny look but didn't mention it, instead, he led him across the garage, past more fancy cars than a car show, and up into the house. He was led down a short corridor and into a kitchen, where a plate of chicken salad sandwiches was set on the counter.

"Alfred, we're home," Bruce called when he didn't immediately see the man in the kitchen.

"Welcome home, Master Bruce, Master Daniel." The man said, stepping out of what must be a pantry. "I'm afraid we only have plain crisps, I hope that's alright." He said, setting the bag on the counter. It took Danny a second longer than he would have liked to realize that Alfred was asking him.

"Yes, sir. Plain chips are fine."

"You don't have to call me sir." He said, giving Danny a warm smile, which Danny didn't return.

"Alfred, I'll take lunch in my study, if you don't mind." Mr. Wayne said, before turning to Danny. "Alfred will help get you settled in after lunch."

"Right."

Mr. Wayne hesitated, like he wanted to say something, instead he parroted Danny's "right." And headed out of the kitchen.

Once he was gone Danny felt some tension leave his shoulders.

"Are you quite alright, Master Daniel?"

"Danny." He said quietly.

"I'm sorry?"

"It's just Danny, not Daniel."

"I apologize, Master Danny, thank you for telling me. Would you like to have lunch here in the kitchen, or the dining room?"

"Here is fine, sir," Danny said, popping up onto a barstool.

"Just Alfred will do, thank you." The man said, setting a plate with two chicken salad sandwiches, some fruit salad, and a good amount of chips in front of him. "Feel free to tuck in, I'm just going to bring this up to Master Bruce." He said, loading down a tray with an identical meal.

Danny didn't need to be told twice, taking a bite of his sandwich. It was the best sandwich he'd had in a long time, years maybe. Bruce Wayne may be an ass, but if Alfred cooks like this all the time, this placement may not be the worst he'd ever had.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #dc comics #crossover #tim drake #fanfic #damian wayne

[fazedlight]

THE MARVELS WAS AWESOME I HAVE GONE INSANE

Spoilers under the cut. Warning, this post ran away with me.

First off, obviously, this movie is a strong woman-led cast with men in supporting roles. I feel like, in order to move a society, you both need to make an active point about representation - which Captain Marvel did - but also need to start making a passive point about representation - which The Marvels did.

Because in a truly equal world, we'd see a thorough mix of movies, and it wouldn't occur to us that some movies had more men or more women or more white people or more latinos or more straight people or more gay people. Equal representation means that sort of thinking disappears. (As an example... do you have a sense of blue eye vs. green eye representation? Without oppression, it's just not a thought that occurs.)

So in a way, I felt like The Marvels was showing us what the world could be? Women as the focus, but that's not inherently noteworthy. Women of color as leads, but that's not inherently noteworthy. To see full diversity across movies and have that not be noteworthy. No single movie can give us everything - but The Marvels moved us in the right direction, and I want that momentum to keep going.

And gosh, the balance of the movie was incredible. The humor, the depth. I love how they wove something complex with Carol - that she had tried to do a good thing, caused genuine harm, and she didn't try to hold an entire people accountable. She took accountability and tried to fix it the best she could.

I also loved seeing her grow a little out of her stoicism. Brie Larson plays stoic very well, and she had a fuckton of emotional baggage in her history. This movie sees a slightly lighter side of her - she's had a little bit of distance from those harms. She's still working through that pain. But she is clearly on the road to healing. But healing is complicated (see above).

I absolutely love Monica. She's tough and clever and so stupidly curious. I've never gotten magic powers from my curiosity, but I have blown up a wall before, so I couldn't help but laugh when she reached out to touch the broken portal point because that resonated so much. I can't wait to see what adventures she ends up in in the other universe.

(Not gonna lie, I feel like there might be some queer vibes between her and Carol. I don't know if that will develop further... but if it does, god I hope they don't waste it.)

I need to see Ms. Marvel now, obviously. I actually intended to watch it this week, but life got away from me. Kamala is such a great character - Iman Vellani nails infectious excitement, and some of her family dynamics resonated strongly with my own. I don't usually watch stuff set for high school aged kids, but I gotta make an exception here.

I loved that the villain had some complexity (Zawe Ashton's performance blew me away), and that her people were ultimately helped in the end. The world is a complicated, messy place. But you can't hold an entire people accountable for the crimes of a few, and you have to understand how people get where they are (Dar-Benn wasn't a flat born-evil villain), and you have to try to help where you can even if the world is messy and you may make mistakes. (Granted, for most of us, helping means protesting or donating money or whatever, rather than reigniting a sun. But the less glamorous things are no less meaningful.)

And man, they just nailed the balance of the depth with the humor. I lost my fucking mind on the musical planet, and was laugh-crying when Memory started playing. All the little things like Fury's relief that Carol slammed into the ground just caught me off guard. Watching the initial chaos of their quantum entanglement and the ensuing montage was great. 10/10 experience overall.

Finally, gosh, the little Cessna at the end had me so nostalgic. My initial flight training and first solo were in a very similar aircraft, a Cessna 152. It looks like N5017B might've formerly been assigned to a similar aircraft, a Cessna F150L. (That tail number is now assigned to a Beechcraft.)

Let me tell you, cramming into a small plane like that on a hot Los Angeles day isn't always a pleasant experience, but it is a magical one.

(Carol, if you're reading this, you should know better than to leave a plane tied down for long! The poor baby needs flight time and regular maintenance!)

tl;dr - Go watch The Marvels.

#the marvels #ms marvel #captain marvel #captain rambeau #mel stuff

[witchysilver]

Baldr - info, opinions and worship (long post)

I am making this post as a devotion to Baldr<3

Family Parents: Odin and Frigg Wife: Nanna Kid: Forseti Baldr has numerous half siblings, but full brother to Hodr, the blind god He is one of the Aesir

Names and epithets Ways to spell his name: Baldr, Balder, Baldur Epithets: The white, the good, the bright, father of justice

Treasures Home: Breidablik Ship: Hringhorni Horse: Gulltopp (translates to Goldtop)

Baldr is the god of beauty, light, innocence and forgiveness. He is also seen as a god of purity, joy and peace. Some also call him a god of naivity because he always see the good in everyone, even people no one else is able to see good things.

We have little knowledge about Baldr in general. The most known story about him is his death. Some who is devoted to, worship or work with Baldr might not want to work with Loki at all due to this story. Baldr had dreams about his death which gave him long awake nights. His mother, Frigg, tried to help him by making everyone and everything promise not to hurt Baldr, all materials, weapons, sickness etc. All except for the misteltoe, which she thought was too small, young and harmless to make a promise. Now that Baldr seemed absolutely immortal the other gods tried their weapons on him, as nothing would hurt him. His blind brother Hodr wanted to join in, but couldn't because he did not want to hurt anyone. Loki had found a way to know the misteltoe didn't promise to not hurt him, and made an arrow from it which he guided Hodr to shoot at his brother. Baldr died from the arrow and Loki ran away. Later in the story we get to know Baldr would be allowed to leave Helheim and go back to Asgard if the whole world would show their grief after his death, and everyone did except an old lady. It is believed this old lady is Loki to make sure Baldr couldn't return to his family.

Controversy There is controversy whether or not you can work with Baldr due to him being in Helheim. Their argument is true, those who goes to Helheim can't leave it before all gates open and chains break under Ragnarok. But again, Loki is chained and can't leave his place before Ragnarok when all chains breaks and gates open under Ragnarok. If working with Loki is valid, then working with Baldr is as well! And please do not fear having your own beliefs on this. You are free to reach out to him whatever your reason would be.

Lessons What I have gotten from working with Baldr is to forgive. Forgive but not forget, and forgiving doesn't mean to let others walk all over you, and it's also important that you learn to forgive yourself. You also learn to appreciate and find joy in the smallest things, which I personally think has bettered my life quality so much. He wants you to know your worth but still show kindness to the world, and to help others who need.

Offerings and acts of devotion Meditation around a source of light (in the sunlight, by a candle, LED candles, fireplace etc) Help others who need (he used to guide and help his blind brother) Heal and care for your inner child Create something for him Pray to him Appreciate others Enjoy calm music Enjoy your fav herbal tea, raise a glass to him Keep candles that reminds you of him (I personally love the scented ones) Practice forgiveness and compassion, especially towards yourself Devote a plushie that reminds u of him or summer Symbols of light, sunrise, summer, and things you find beautiful, keep around, decorate or keep on jewelry Decorate with fairy lights and lanterns Take notice in your progress and look at how far you got Sketch, draw, write and other creative expressions Sunbathe (Remember sunscreen) Express or decompress Take a walk on a sunny day Practice regulating emotions, and feel your emotions Find healthy emotional outlets Spend time with the ones you love Do something that makes you happy Play with your pets Donate to organizations that helps homeless, sick, disabled etc Take care of yourself Make a comfortable and safe space for yourself Celebrate achievements, even small ones Clean trash around your neighborhood or in nature (also great offering to Jord, Gaia, or other personification of Earth) Practice open-mindedness, agree to disagree Honor your ancestors, learn about your family history (family were huge in the norse society, and Balder loves his family) Flowers, especially those strongly connected to the sun(Mayweed and Sea Mayweed is both known under the name Balder's brow in Sweden and Norway, they would make a great offering as well) He is associated to the colors gold, white, yellow and sky-blue carnelian, red jasper, citrine, goldstone, sunstone -Some say misteltoe would be a nice offering, but some believes you shouldn't, would recommend asking him before you offer it

Signs -I haven't found much of set signs that Baldr is reaching out to you, which might be because of the lack of information. However I have seen these; You randomly think about him over an extented period of time The rune Dagaz/Dagr Dreams become very symbolic Dreaming about him You can always reach out to him if that feels right for you! I personally see him in the sun and 7 of swords. He could also be big in meditation and dream interpretations because of his dremas before the story of his death.

#baldr #baldur #balder #norse #norse mythology #witchcraft #deity work #deity worship #paganism #norse paganism #norse gods #witch #witchblr #norse pantheon #norse heathen #pagan #pagan witch #norse pagan #norse pagan witch #norse polytheism #devotion #norse devotion

[moremaybank]

hi can you do headcanons about yandere klaus stalking his crush before dating and after they start their relationship?

yandere!klaus stalking you before & after you start dating would include...

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before:

klaus was captivated by you the moment he found you

your bright smile, kind eyes, and magnetic energy was more than enough to reel him in

not to mention your staggering beauty

it was all too much

klaus wasn't even sure if you were real or if he made you up himself

i mean, the man was fully convinced you were just a figment of his imagination

he needed to learn everything he could about you

and as the man he was, you better believe he did

klaus was a true predator, doing whatever he needed to survive

and he could not stand the idea of not meeting you

of being in your life, getting to feel your presence and energy

he'd figured out where you lived, your work place, your favourite cafe, what car you drove

the list goes on

and that was just on the first day

he discovered that you volunteered at the local library, reading to small children

you donated to local food and clothing drives any time you could

hell, you'd even managed to patch up a little girl who had taken a spill on the concrete sidewalk with your emergency first aid kit

your heart and your kindness made his heart soar, and only made him more eager to know you

he was also particularily giddy when he realized you would be so good with hope

the man already wanted to propose

after learning what he could, he started doing little silent gestures for you

you'd get to your local coffee shop, and they'd have your order ready and waiting

not to mention paid for

you'd found a jewelry stand at the market and a pair of beaded earrings caught your eye

by the time you got home from work, there was a box of them in every colour available

your car never ran out of gas

an anonymous donor had brought in hundreds of brand new children's books

the local food and clothing drives were up to their ears in supplies

you didn't know who your guardian angel was, but you sure as hell loved them

after:

when you and klaus began your relationship, he had told you about everything he'd done before he knew you

most people would have been creeped out, but you found it endearing

this was because he'd done so much good, and you were always thrilled to help the community around you

little did you know, just because you two were in an established relationship didn't mean that klaus was done

he needed to be wherever you were to keep you safe

he'd finally found his perfect person, and there was no way he was gonna let anything happen to you

you'd mentioned something to him about a guy who came by your work everyday begging you to give him a chance

you never saw him again

your boss had threatened to fire you for doing too much volunteer work

the next day, he had resigned and told the administration to give you his job

your parents were supposed to fly into the city to visit you but had told you they couldn't afford it

you'd informed klaus, and later on that very day, your parents were at your house for dinner

any time you needed klaus, he seemed to be there before you even called him

he knew your entire schedule from when you woke up, to the moment you went to sleep

he always kept tabs on you and had compelled minions watching you whenever he couldn't

all your problems were magically solved

you figured klaus was your good luck charm

that everything had been going so well ever since he came into your life

little did you know that it had all been orchestrated that way

#klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson headcanon #yandere klaus mikaelson #the originals #the originals headcanons #the originals x reader #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries headcanon #tvdu x reader

[lillysworkshop]

It begins!

I am a little emotional tonight, and it's not just because of the wine I had with dinner.

What you see here is the first bit of a cross stitch that is... not exactly dear to my heart, but has been on my to-do list for about 20 years. Today, I am going to start finishing it.

This story starts when I was ten and it starts on a sad note.

My mom had recently died and my dear dad, in an attempt to keep me occupied and feed my established enthusiasm for crafting, got me a bunch of things to try. One of these was a cross stitch kit, the kind you find in most craft stores, with everything included and an enticing picture on the front.

Specifically, Winter Wolf by Linda Gillum, for Kooler Design Studio.

The enigmatic wolf, with his golden eyes peering from behind a snow-laden pine branch, called to me. I had never done cross stitch before but the directness of the pattern, the neat squares and color coded floss appealed to my sensibilities and my desire to have a set of rules to follow which would end in the expected result. Order, design, composition, etc. etc. I was eager to begin.

And I did. Several times. It took me a few tries to get the grid right and figure out how to make the stitches even, and to be sure I was counting right. But I made headway! Which is very impressive in retrosepct because not only was this project a bit overambitious for a ten year old, I was dealing with grief and adhd. At the last point I put the project down, I had completed most of the muzzle!

Then I didn't pick it up again until after college. After having waited stuffed in a bag of all my other crafting ufo's (unfinished objects) I returned to the one that had become something of an albatross. The one I couldn't really finish but could never bear to part with. I unpicked my childish stitches and started over with a more mature eye. This time, I got most of the way through the nose before putting it away again.

And then I lost it.

Somewhere in the middle of moving, I must have put it into a donation box by mistake and that wolf ended up in some Goodwill store. It still had all the floss and the pattern, and my little metal hoop which frankly was not something I miss because it left rust on the aida. And so, my albatross became a white whale.

For years after that, my father would mention that wolf whenever he asked me how my hobbies were going. How he regretted getting it because it was too much for ten year old me. But I never regretted it. I loved that wolf and what my dad's thoughtfulness meant to me. I vowed that someday I *would* finish it, if only to prove I could. I thought of that wolf often.

Then, I decided to see if it would even be possible to finish. It was decades old; would it even still be avialable? Trust in the net and the tenacity of crafters. Thanks to 123stitch.com I did find it, and suddenly it was a definite instead of a dream. (It took me another five or six years to actually place the order, though).

Today, April 4, 2024, I started again the project I have wanted to finish since I was ten and desperately seeking comfort in a world that had been turned upside down. I'm much older, perhaps wiser (at least in terms of crafting!), and sore determined to finish this thing. To bring to life the kind eyed wolf that has kept me company lo these many years.

I'm very excited to meet him, and to tell him thank you.

#cross stitch #Long story under the cut

[gryphonlover]

Whumptober 2023 Day 11

Prompt: animal trap

Victim: Twilight

Words: 954

Notes: I couldn't not think of Twilight. Legend is an option, because bunny, but like... Twilight.

Hyrule had gone over the dangers of his era with them more than once. At this point, the younger heroes could recite his short speech by heart, and the older ones were more than familiar with all the details. However, Twilight noted with horror stilling his chest, he hadn't mentioned the traps.

Ordon had its fair share of hunters, but traps had long been outlawed, and any traps that had been left behind accidentally? No one was going to miss them if Twilight donated them to the local blacksmith to make horseshoes out of. 

Maybe he secretly had a petty side, but no one needed to know that.

Regardless, Hyrule had either forgotten to tell them about the traps in the area they were camping in, or he didn't know. At the moment, Twilight didn't particularly care because his leg was all but snapped in two at this point.

The bad news was that it was his right hind leg, which meant that the injury would carry over and impede his mobility as a Hylian. He'd still be able to fight, but he'd need a splint at the very least.

The blood running down his leg was warm, and it matted his fur, the sharp scent filling the air. He wasn't very far from camp, but he was afraid that the smell of blood would attract monsters, and that was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.

Unfortunately, didn't seem like he had a choice. A blue octorok slowly shuffled through the undergrowth, and Twilight froze, holding his breath and hoping that it didn't notice him only a few feet away. Just as he began to slowly release the air in his lungs, it turned in his direction and made direct eye contact with him.

He felt his stomach drop.

The octorok's gelatinous legs scurried, making it skitter jerkily forwards, like some kind of twisted combination of spider and octopus. Twilight tensed, wincing as the movement increased the pain in his leg, but pushing it down through adrenaline and pure fear. 

It paused, moving its head from side to side a little bit before crouching and Twilight lunged to the side, the flying rock careening past his head with a whistle into the undergrowth.

The octorok, sensing that its prey was making an attempt at escape, began sluggishly pulling itself in his direction while he did his best to yank his leg free and avoid the projectiles aimed at his vulnerabilities. 

He didn't want to injure his leg any further for fear of losing it, but he wasn't stupid. Any monster could kill a Hylian, no matter if they were a hero of courage or not. And a wolf only had a big of a chance of survival as a Hylian.

He was going to have to accept the risk of losing his leg permanently if he wanted to live.

With newly found determination, he made one last bid for freedom, finally getting the leverage he needed to scrape his leg out of the trap. It would haunt him for a long time afterwards, even if he was so distressed from bloodloss and pain that his mind refused to keep the memory of what precisely happened. 

All he knew was that he was bracing himself for what would probably be the most pain he would ever be in, and then he was staring at fallen leaves coated with thick, congealed blood and chunks of octorok flesh.

The pain was… well, he would never have the right words to say how much it hurt, the only thing he could say was that he prayed during the entire time it took for him to weakly drag himself back to the camp because it hurt so much that only the patron goddess of his race could possibly help him now.

His awareness sort of… swam, like the way everything in his vision did. Nothing seemed real, except for the ever present scent of blood and flesh in his nose. He couldn't navigate, his senses almost completely washed away in the wake of his injury, but he could feel a small tug in his heart, pulling him towards a distant sense of safety.

He didn't know when he gave up, but he did know that he thought he was staring at leaves, then a Hylian face, and then… then there was a strange drowsiness pulling him to sleep. He probably should be worried, but… well… he didn't exactly care what happened at this point as long as he didn't wake up to that goddesses-forsake pain.

Blessedly, he didn't. The pain was still present, and goodness, it was present. But it wasn't the kind of pain that stripped him of everything. It was the sort of pain that reminded you that you were alive in a good way, not a wishing you were dead way.

He faded in and out of that odd variation of consciousness for a while before his senses began coming back to him. There were soft sounds, voices, birds, the breeze. His groggy mind couldn't make sense of anything, so he focused on the other things. There were the scents of Hylians, things that were probably medicines and chemicals, plants he couldn't remember the names of. Something firm was below him, and something soft was above him. He was a pleasant temperature, kept warm by the soft things and cool by the air. 

His ear twitched involuntarily as a gentle hand ran over it, and he couldn't find it within himself to bother with staying awake. As long as the kids were behaving, he would take the opportunity to nap. Ordon only knew how much sleep he'd lost to the stinking gremlins.

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober #linked universe #legend of zelda #lu twilight #tw animal trap #tw animal cruelty #my boy gets a nice sedative nap #and Wild's head scritches #he'll be fine #the knight crew has it under control #gryphon writes #fanfiction

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Are edward and walter white similar?

Fascinating question, the answer is yes and no.

A Bit on Edward

Edward, I'd say, is a mix of several characters. He's Patrick Bateman, with a dash of GOB from Arrested Development, Buster from Arrested Developmen, and Walter White from Breaking Bad.

However, what I'd say is that Edward and Walt share similar tendencies and similar tragic flaws. However, they have them to different degrees and are ultimately influenced by different traits.

Pride

Edward and Walt are both very prideful people. Edward is a deeply insecure person and is driven, in part, by pride to come back and confront Bella Swan out of terror of being the one who fucks up. Edward feels deeply daunted by Rosalie's perfect record, by Carlisle's. He has this whole nonsense inheritance scheme so that he can contribute some funds to the family like Alice and Carlisle, never mind that this more than anything might get them caught down the line.

Edward is very driven by pride and vicious to those who cast doubt on it (i.e. Bella Swan in the beginning of their relationship where her very blood nearly caused him to lose his shit).

Walter's this but to eleven. Nearly every tragic decision Walter makes, every time he chooses to be worse, is driven by pride.

We learn as early as season 1, very early in before the meth goes anywhere close to taking off, that he had options. He could have gotten help from Hank and Marie, from his mother, and of course Gretchen and Elliott. There was no need to cook meth. But he did because he couldn't stand the thought of being thought of as not being able to provide for his family.

Which, of course, leads to problems when he has to launder the money and throws a fit in that it's being given to him as "donations" from strangers across the US through his son's website.

We also learn that even before the show, Walt could have had a very different life. He walked out on Elliott and Gretchen for what seems, in part, due to Gretchen's money and his chip on the shoulder regarding that and then his refusal to be a part of the company when they had broken up.

We don't know how he ended up a high school teacher with those degrees, but I imagine there was a very similar path of Walter just being too damn proud.

Perfectionism

One of Walt's tragic, defining, features is an inherent need for perfectionism. Everything Walt engages in, he has to be the best. They have to expand to more territory, he has to go straight to a distributor, he has to be a kingpin, he's always pushing even in truly dangerous scenarios where he has no idea what he's doing and this inevitibly leads to disaster.

This quality, I'd say, Edward doesn't have. Edward does tend to obsess on something and fixate. When he decides to stalk Bella he does so thoroughly by hiding in her house, seeing her through the eyes of unwitting friends, following her into town, etc. If he's going to stalk Bella, he's going to do it right.

We also see him come up with various schemes such as the scholarship fund that Bella sees through in two seconds. The stealing of Bella's photographs of him to make it so he never existed.

However, he's just not at the level of Walt.

Were it Walt in Edward's position, he'd demand the murder of the Volturi at the end of New Moon because he knows they might be coming and he can stand for nothing less. He'd infiltrate human gangs undercover in the 1920's so as to better gain a network to find out who exactly he should be picking off. Then murder those who he doesn't need to eat either.

Ego in Terms of Intellect

Both Edward and Walt think they're the smartest people in the room. In Walt's case, he actually is a bright guy, though not as much as he gives himself credit for.

Edward's dumb as bricks but still consistently believes he is by far the most intelligent and is shocked whenever Bella does something to prove that she may, in any way, be able to keep up.

(Edward was stunned out how good Bella was at high school Biology, which... Edward... Jesus...)

Edward doesn't show it too often, as there's no real Jesse around who is quite bright without all the education that Walter respects, but he has a similar way of treating everyone else around him.

They Both Run Their Mouths and Are Very Impulsive

Edward and Walt both have this bad habit of, when backed into a corner, trying to resolve this by yelling at the people who are more than likely going to kill them or are the only means of saving their lives.

Walter confronts Gus relentlessly upon realizing that Gus is going to kill him. He panics for an entire season, desperately trying to get in contact, while alternately losing his shit at everyone around him not limited to Jesse, Mike, Skylar, Hank, etc.

Edward thinks it's a grand idea, upon having broken the law, to yell at the Volturi in their throne room WHILE THEY ARE DEBATING WHETHER HE OR HIS GIRLFRIEND LIVE OR DIE.

Later, Edward breaks a TV in his frustration. Walt does shit like burn his cash, crash cars and make them explode, make other people's cars explode, break into his lawyer's office, etc.

They Want to Be Better People Than They Are

Walt has his moment in early season 3 where Jesse after rehab notes that he's finally accepted what he is, he's the bad guy. Walt has an existential crisis for several episodes where he tries to convince himself that he is not a criminal, that he's really a good guy, and that this life isn't his.

It doesn't last long, but he desperately wants to believe it, to believe that he's different and not like the rest.

Edward, too, wants to believe he's a good man. Edward's slightly more self-aware in that he knows what he is, that he's not a good man, but he very much wants to be one and it haunts him that he might not be.

Violence

One place where they do differ is that I'd say Edward is driven (and terrified by) an inherent desire for violence. He has frequent fantasies of smashing Mike's head in, he calmly plots the murder of an entire classroom of students so he can eat a girl, he plots luring this girl out into the woods to eat her, he very nearly murders the men who followed her in Port Angeles. This is something Edward is aware of and something he despises in himself and constantly fights against.

Walter isn't so much driven by violence but that his pride, his ego, his panicking inevitably leads him to having to commit violence. And as he dons the persona Heisenberg, he likes the idea of how it makes him look. Heisenberg is a kingpin, a man to be taken seriously, someone who "is the danger" in Walt's own words. Heisenberg is the man Walter wants to be. I never got the feeling that it was so much that, deep down, he had an innate need to strangle Crazy Eight and see the light go out of him.

Of course, in the AU where Edward decides to break bad, I could see him having a very similar ego trip on his way to becoming a kingpin.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #breaking bad #walter white #anti walter white #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #meta #headcanon #opinion

[lydiaisgeeky]

Meant to Be

Jason x Reader Fanfic

1. Meeting (w.c. 1667)

I've always kept a low profile at Gotham Academy. Not really worth it to call attention most kids here were rich and well I was here on scholarship. I did well in school- I knew I would have to make my own way. My family wasn't poor in any way but we certainly weren't rich. We live in Gotham because it's cheap. Rent is low due to the criminal activity however we noticed less activity happened at Gotham Academy so I did my best to get myself there. But now I'm standing at my locker praying that my locker neighbor wouldn't show up. Richard Grayson. He seems sweet but so do the rest. He typically hangs around the locker all morning with his friends who always seem to be changing.  Either way he wasn't here right now and I'm hoping he won't be here today. I grabbed my books and put them in my tote. The dress code was so strict that you had to have a specific colored bag. I didn't want to deal with comments about how I didn't have a designer bag so I went with a simply canvas tote. My school rented laptop was the last to go in the bag. I shut my locker and debated on staying here. If Richard wasn't coming I could sit here and work on homework or I could head to the library as always. I decided to head to the library because I didn't want to risk it and have the embarrassment of leaving so off to the library I went.

"Hey y/n! So this is where you disappear to everyday? Huh so thats studious you isn't just an act. Wow crazy" I snapped my head towards the sound. Sure enough there comes Richard with someone in tow. "What are you working on?" He started flipping through my homework "Wow you know this essay isn't due until next week" I nodded. It was true but school laptops can't leave the school or you have to pay crazy insurance.

"I uh my home laptop is well um broken so you know I have to get this essay done plus one for history and I also have to type a script for an elective and there is only so many hours you know" Maybe I kept a low profile because I couldn't keep myself from rambling. Richard smiled at me.

"Oh yeah well that's alot. I think we may have a spare laptop or two at home that we were going to donate right Jason" the kid next to him shrugged "Oh I'm sure we do - do you want one you are more than welcome to donate it after your done." I began to shake my head no but he didn't really look for my response he just continued on. "Oh this is Jason by the way he's in your class uh maybe you two can check your schedules." He leaned over me and pulled up my schedule. He was my TA so I wasn't surprised he could do that what I was surprised about was how Jason's schedule matches mine almost exactly. Same home room and same core classes same elective times but different electives.

"Cool it looks like we have most of the same classes" the other kid said. I had been keeping my head down not really looking at him but at that moment I looked up and saw the most handsome guy I had seen. He had this amazing dark hair stunning blue eyes. He was thin but fit. He look no different than I did. His uniform disheveled and it looked like he had a completely normal non recognizable bag.

"Yeah we do" I smiled. "You just transfered here? Cus you are more than welcome to borrow any of my notes I don't take them home. Most of my school stuff stays here anyways and um I'm sorry hi - I'm y/n"

"Anyways I was going to show Jason the rest of the school did you want to tag along y/n? I have a feeling you don't even know everything about Gotham Academy." Richard's blue eyes were shinning with excitement.

"Sure" I said running a mental to do list of what I could rearrange to make up for the lost school work. Richard was beaming. He gave a great tour of the school. Jason didn't seem too interested in the tour. The bell rang and so Richard handed the tour over to me to get Jason to the first class.

Jason stopped me before entering. "Tell me how stupid do I look? This is such a fancy school - am I fucking this up? I wish I could just go back to my old school." He spun around and hit a locker. I jumped a bit but then put my hand on his arm.

"Hey you look fine to me. Besides if you keep your head down the elite tend to not notice you. Richard seems to break that mold but I haven't seen anyone else even remotely care about me. You wouldn't be in these classes if you weren't good at school so you'll be fine."

"The elite? What's that supposed to mean everyone here is the elite."

"Right. Everyone. Certainly there's no one here on scholarship. I'm going to go inside being late draws attention." I turn away and shrink - why did I think he could be like me. I found my seat just inside the classroom door. I was in the front but out of the way. I figured this might be a good time to make up for lost time. Jason slid into the seat next to me.

This was pretty consistent for the classes we had together. Then lunch hit. Richard grabbed Jason. I assumed they were going off campus so I found my corner. It was a little alcove hidden away by the classic books. There weren't any desks in the area so I'd sit on the floor with my back against a bookshelf. I put on my headphones and worked on my homework. I made a huge dent so I decided to grab my favorite Jane Austin book off the shelf and to my shock I saw Jason grabbing a Jane Austin as well.

"That's a good one" I say to Jason. He turns to me as if he was caught. I smile and held up my book "I've read Pride and Prejudice at least 5 times and I've read" I look at his book "Emma at least 3 times" He was still frozen in horror "Don't worry I won't tell".

I sat back down lost in thought. I knew Jason was essentially a stranger and every girl my fantasize about the new kid but he just seems so genuinely cool. I tried to push him out of mind as I finished the school day. I was going to my locker fairly confidently as Richard never hung out there after-school. I was switching my bags and grabbing my change of clothes about to head to the bathroom to change and look like a Gothamite once again.

"Y/n good I'm glad I caught you." I integrally groaned Richard was running up the hallway. "Jason will need someone to get him caught up did you want to come over some day and do a tutor session with him. We can drive you home or your driver could pick you up I am not really sure how it would be go down for you"

"I wish I could help but I'm not sure I could feasibly go to your house. Richard-"

"Dick"

"What?!"

"No no no" He laughed and smiled "Dick call me Dick outside of school it's a nickname for Richard my parents called me that. It's what they called my grandfather so"

"That's cruel but okay. Dick. I'm on scholarship here. I don't have money okay and I don't think your driver wants to be driving through my neighborhoods especially at night and I don't have a car yet so I just don't think it'd be a good idea."

"Jason has a motorcycle. I can almost promise you he'd drive you back but we don't really care about where you live. Come over for dinner and study and someone will take you back. My adoptive dad is always trying to get us to bring friends over. Please" He asked with a puppy dog look.

"You have plenty of friends bring one of them"

"Please no I don't I have people who want to get into Wayne Enterprise someday. I have people who want to sleep with me but not anything else. Trust me I don't really have friends."

The internal stuggle was real. I just couldnt say no to him at this moment "Fine but I have to call my parents or they will think I've been kidnapped- like I said we don't live in the best area."

"Sure, sure" I walked away from Dick messing with his hair and hear him getting on the phone.

My folks were totally fine with me going over to someone's house they were happy I was making friends. So I suppose that's a good thing. I changed into my normal clothes cursing myself for not wearing something nicer. I came back to Dick sitting against my locker and Jason on Dicks. Both of them looked up at the same time with the same expression of their faces.

"I'm sorry I had to change if I wore my uniform in my neighborhood I promise I'd get mugged" I put the uniform in my locker after the boys stood up and grabbed my keys and looked at Jason. "What notes do you need. I can't take them home so what ever you need you'll need to bring back tomorrow" Jason shrugged so I continued. "Let's take it all I'm sure I'll be fine tomorrow". I grabbed my note books being careful to leave my laptop. And we headed outside.

#jason todd x reader #batboys x reader #jason x reader #robin #red hood #nightwing #batfamily #batman #gotham #gotham academy

[socasimz]

So it seems some cc creators are nuking themselves over the statement from EA

I always knew that the time would come when EA would finally address this whole perma paywall thing. I just didn't think it would come so sudden, it's not like they didn't know what was up they knew. EA made a reference to wickedwhims in the game called whicker whims it's the laundry basket in the game(lmao). So they knew that people were having mods and cc in the game, the whole doxxing situation just bought it to the light what was really going on behind closed doors and I feel it made them have no choice but to address this issue.

Back in 2017 is when I feel patreon started to become popular in the sims 4 community. I remember a lot of creators having everything for free and you had to go through adfly which I hated because of random pop ups on my laptop. Then all of a sudden things that were only supposed to be locked for 2-3 weeks because months and then YEARS. Then all of a sudden you had gifts and exclusive cc popping up and it became so normalized. These same creators that were making cc when the sims 4 came out that were free and used to release content after 2-3 weeks started not release anything at to the public.

After a while it became so hard to find good quality cc that I liked for my game that wasn't locked, and at the time I was a young teenager(now 23) so I didn't have money to buy anyones patreon and I knew I couldn't ask my parents to buy me cc for my game unless it was from EA. I know my parents would have looked at me crazy as to why i'm spending almost $30 a month on a video game. (Which I also want to bring awareness to this as well, not everyone is an adult and can just buy cc whenever they want there are kids and teenagers whose parents are not willing to spend monthly payments for something that's not made by EA themselves)

I hate when creators like to call simmers who can't afford their patreon cc broke. I promise you that is not the case for a majority of people who play the sims. Obviously there are people who can't afford it but nobody wants pay to up to 25-50 dollars a month on cc. Your NOT the only creator that someone is getting cc from and its seems(not all)like yall forget. That's basically a damn UTILITY BILL at that point.

If your so stressed about not being able to make money then put your talent to use and go into 3D software or be apart of a big gaming company like EA, Rockstar etc. or even a indie game like paralives which i'm sure they will be grateful for your help. But stop using the excuse woe is me I have student debt to pay I have bills to pay, I have this and that to pay for. So do your PATRONS that give you money every month they are REAL people THEY ARE NOT YOUR DIRECT DEPOSIT CHECK AT THE END OF THE MONTH.

It sucks that a bunch of people ruined it for everyone that actually enjoyed making content for the sims and went by the 2-3 week rule and NEVER perma paywalled. I hope you guys keep getting the love and support you deserve.

I hope what EA did was a eye opener to everyone to stop being greedy and to follow the rules, now everyone is feeling the effects of what's to come in the future.

And to the people who were subscribed to someone's patreon page and they decided to nuke their whole page after the statement from EA I hope that was a eye opener to you as well. Those creators only saw you guys as dollars signs and they never really cared about you. If they did their page would still be up and they would just ask for donations and make everything free, to them this was a job and not something that they were truly passionate about. I know cc is a lot of work as a beginner it's tough to figure how to use blender and the sims 4 studio and maya and marvelous designer. Everything on youtube is mostly a speed mesh tutorial and you have to set the video to like 0.25 just so you can follow along and replay every video at least 50 times to get it and most walkthroughs are hush hush. Everything is trial and error its days and weeks for something to be perfect for the public. If you really were passionate then you would still be here and i'm sure you lost loyal patrons that have been with you since day one, if you ever decided to come back.(but honestly the community has seen your true colors and i'm sure they wouldn't welcome you back with open arms sorry not sorry)

Anddd since it seems over the next few weeks and months to come a lot of big creators are probably going to leave. This is just a rumor but they are talking about making png files and object files to sell and for you to convert it in your game or they'll send you the package file. Some creators are talking about only making things for blender only but like you can't even play the sims properly in blender like that doesnt make sense at all?!?! You'll only be using it for pictures and that sounds like it would get boring after awhile because then you'll have to convert things over into blender and in the sims 4 studio because you want it in your game that seems like a lot of unnecessary steps to me just so you can still make a profit. But honestly that sounds like the whole doxxing ring all over again if you choose to do that then be safe(use a fake name and fake email address for everything so nothing can link you to your real identity). Who wants to go through all that when they can find someone else that has their download public.

But in good news that means a lot of small cc creators(myself) are going to be coming up in the next few months and years to come so I say now is the time that small cc creators need to be practicing their craft and promoting their cc to the community. If what learned from this whole patreon mess and doxxing ring is to help everyone who wants or is interested in making cc share everything from tutorials to walkthroughs even if it seems like newbie questions help out. Everyone started out as newbie and didn't know how to use the camera controls in blender(lmaooo my ass was struggling okay) hopefully we can repair and build back up the sims community.

Anyways rant over feel free to add your two cents if you want but I said what I said.

#the sims 4 #socasimz #perma paywall #paywall

[yunieluna]

So I couldn't help myself - there's too much Biggs x Jessie in my mind and I need to get them out in the open for everyone else to enjoy.

I've never written fanfiction before, so please bear with me. 🙇🏼‍♀️

These are the Days of our Lives

Chapter 1: Aftermath / Under Pressure

The sun is shining brightly through the window, casting the room in a golden light. Every other person would open their eyes to welcome a new morning, but the man lying in bed doesn't.

Yet, the first thing she does every morning is come to his room to check on him, see if there's progress, make sure he's still at least breathing, and then get disappointed that he's not waking up - it's been weeks, so why isn't he? She's been asking that very same question every single day as well.

She wants to remain by his side, but the sight of his injured, unmoving body painfully reminds her of her father's state, so she removes her hand from where it was resting on his and prepares to leave.

"Good morning," a voice calls from behind.

"Good morning to you too."

"How is he holding up?" the young woman in glasses inquires.

"No changes."

A small nod and rueful smile are her answers. Silence grows in the room as if a loss is mourned.

He is NOT dead, though! Not like so many others who lost their lives when the plate fell. Not like her parents, who lived topside the very same plate that buried the Sector 7 slums underneath it.

Not like Wedge who fell from Shinra Tower and whose death was reported by members of Avalanche's main branch. You would've assumed he'd land on his feet like one of his cats, but that was obviously not the case. So the only thing that remains of him is his red bandana, which she received as a keep-sake.

Only she and him survived, rescued by members of the neighborhood watch just minutes before the collapse - at least that's what they told her after she regained consciousness. He hadn't yet, and his bullet wounds still need new dressings from time to time. But at least Biggs is alive. He just needs to finally wake up.

"Jessie? Can I talk to you for a moment?" Ms. Folia's request suddenly puts an end to her reminiscing.

"Of course. How can I help?"

"Well, you've been here for a few weeks now and know your way around..."

"Are you trying to ask me to be a teacher here? Cause I don't think that would be a good idea," Jessie states sheepishly.

Ms. Folia shakes her head reassuringly and says, "Ehm, no. Don't worry...Truth be told, we're in quite a pinch. We received donations to keep the Leaf House running, but ever since the plate of Sector 7 collapsed, they stopped."

Of course they did; after all, it was Biggs who anonymously sent money to the Leaf House every month, Jessie thinks to herself.

"It's getting really hard to feed the kids without that money, even more so because the number of orphans has risen as well due to the catastrophe. I was wondering if you have any idea or the means to help us out?"

Ms. Folia's plea sounds urgent. But Jessie had lost everything she knew and had that day as well. Her parents hadn't lived in the slums, and she herself grew up topside. Her father's comatose condition, which the Mako poisoning had left him in, made it necessary to care for him 24/7, and the medical treatments had sucked the Rasberry family dry financially anyway. Jessie had given every single Gil she could spare to help her parents out, and even though this became redundant now after losing them, opening up a new filtration system business from scratch wouldn't be easy and most likely take too much time. And the savings from her time at the Gold Saucer had long been gone by now too.

Gold Saucer! That might be a way to earn some quick Gil...Jessie contemplates.

She is still a well-respected actress and was the star of 'Loveless’. Her poster hangs in the halls of Event Square to this day. And even better, she was still in contact with some of her former co-workers. Reaching out to them and asking for a possible comeback on stage wouldn't be a problem at all.

Jessie’s grinning, “I think I know how to help. Let me reach out to some people.”

A few days later, she’s back in Biggs’ room, but not to check on him. She sits next to his bed, taking his hand like she has so many times before.

“So, I’m going to be gone for a while. But I know you've got everything under control here.” Her voice is warm, but her smile is bittersweet. “And I’ll be back, so don’t worry for a change, okay?”

Jessie knows that if Biggs would wake up at this very moment, he’d try to convince her to stay immediately. He would say that he would figure something out; the Leaf House is his responsibility after all. That it’s not necessary to sell her soul to this bottomless pit of Mako consumption of a fun park. But it’s time to pay back the hospitality she received.

And there’s also a part of her that misses being on stage, even though she’s usually in the center of attention wherever she goes anyway, theater or not. Acting has always been a way of escaping reality for her. Sure, the reasons for starting acting in the first place had been different, but when her father’s incident happened just days before her debut as Rosa in ‘Loveless’, it granted her an easy escape from the cruel sides of life ever since. Maybe she wants to forget again. Forget about the bombs she made that killed innocent citizens, the collapsed plate that buried the Sector 7 slums underneath it, the lives lost - her parents, Wedge and many more.

And forget about Biggs. The concern if he will ever wake up again, the fear of having to tell him about Wedge, and so many other unspoken words she keeps to herself for so long already.

“I’m not as good as you at taking responsibility, Biggs.” She takes something out of her pocket and puts it in the hand she had been holding. She puts the chair she was sitting on back in its place by the desk and places another item on it, right next to Biggs’ red Avalanche headband that had been lying there untouched ever since it had been removed to bandage him up. She takes a glance at him one last time, “See you soon.” Then she’s gone, and silence is the only thing that remains in the room.

There’s children’s laughter outside, though. A very familiar sound. I missed that sound, he thinks. A thought? It's been a while since I had one of those. He’s slowly opening his eyes, struggling with the brightness of the room. His head is spinning a little too, but memories are already starting to come back. Avalanche, the missions, the pillar of the plate, bullet wounds, blood, Cloud…Oh shit.

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I'll be posting a picture of a scene for each chapter as well - mostly just quick drawings with just outlines.

And some shots from the games that I used for inspiration:

Chapter 2: On Stage / Show must go on

Nothing really changed around here, I see. Jessie realizes, standing on the moving band that takes her up to Event Square. Can’t wait to see everyone and the theater again. 

She’s got an appointment with the owner to sign her new contract. She had always liked Dio, yes, he’s pretty over the top most of the time, but he treats his employees well and is a real showman, who valued every single time she and her acting colleagues did a good job on stage. 

Two men in dark sunglasses and weird haircuts approached her as she was sitting on a bench in the waiting room backstage. They must be new. Jessie figures, since she's never seen them work here before. 

“You’re the new girl? The boss is ready to see you now.” one of them explains.

Strange that Dio is not coming to pick her up himself. 

“Ehm, yes, that would be me.” 

“Common then, we’re takin’ you to him.” The other guy says.

Something feels off here. Hopefully, Dio will have a suitable explanation for why he hired these suspicious guys. 

Jessie enters the room they guide her to, closely followed by the two guys. It's not Dio’s usual bureau, in fact, she’s surprised by the entire decor in this very room. Wooden walls in a deep shade of red, satin lamps hanging from the ceiling and framing the walls. A big wooden desk in the center of the room catches her attention. There’s a set of two chairs in front of it and one big armchair on the opposite side - it’s red, of course. The person who must be sitting in the chair has turned their back towards the entering group of people, though. 

That’s a lot of drama, even for Dio, Jessie thinks. 

“Soooo, you’re the new actress they hired for our most famous play?” 

Wait, what’s going on? That’s not Dio’s voice. 

“Sit… and we talk about your contract.” With that, the person turns around in their armchair, and Jessie finally gets a look at who’s the person the other two referred to as the boss. 

No way! Jessie’s at a loss for words for a second.

“Don Corneo?” 

There’s no doubt about it. Don Corneo, the biggest name of the Wall Market of the Sector 6 slums, is sitting right in front of her. Everybody in the slums knows him, he’s the worst creep one could imagine, but sadly, he’s also nearly as powerful. Tifa had gone investigating on her own, when they heard Corneo send his lackeys to look for Barrett and other clues on Avalanche. But Jessie didn’t know how that turned out, since they never got the chance to talk about it afterwards. Corneo seems to be doing well though.

“Oh my! Look at that cute birdie.” Corneo chimes. “You’ll be selling us tickets like free materia.” 

Jessie can’t help but shudder. She really needs that money for the Leaf House though, everybody is counting on her. Corneo is not trustworthy, she knows that much, so being extra cautious is important here. I’m an actress, I can pull that off.  

“The play was really popular when I was playing the main, so I hope I’ll be able to make it a huge success again while I’m here.”

“Ah, yeah…now that you mention it.” Corneo sports a grin that makes Jessie even more uncomfortable. “A few special appearances that were agreed on, won’t do any good. It’s hard times, people want consistency.”

“I’m sorry, but I struggle to get what you’re trying to say.”

“I’m saying that I want you to perform until the play runs out in a few months. I’m kinda into romance myself, but it seems that everything has been set for a change of plays, and changing that again would cost a lot of money…” 

He still rambles on, but Jessie is already lost in thought. So, I’m supposed to stay here for months and work for Corneo? And if I refuse, I’ll basically get nothing. There’s not even a real option here, is there?

“It’s fine with me. Depending on the payment.” Jessie musters to answer.

“Oh, little Birdie, you should not worry. Expenses and Rooming are free. Salary is as agreed upon per performance, plus 1% of ticket sales.” 

Wow, that’s generous. Where’s the hook? She is sure there must be one, but in the end, she agrees nevertheless. 

“Thank you for the generosity, and I’m hoping to meet your expectations.” All Jessie’s really hoping for is to finally be able to discard this personality for the day at least, she’s tired of pretending to cater to all of Corneo’s wills. You’ll definitely meet my expectations, don’t worry, is what Corneo is smiling about mischievously, though and says, "Excellent! Kotch and Scotch will guide you to your room.” 

These are the names of his right hand men? Seriously? Nomen est Omen - your name really can be a premonition. 

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It feels as if she’s never been away from the stage at all. Acting with people she still knows helps too, but it’s mostly the familiarity of the place and material that makes her feel at home. Just a few more hours and she’ll have her debut. Wrong word. Of course it’s not her first performance as Rosa, that was many years ago, but she still wants to dedicate it to her Father…and her Mother now, too. She had always supported her aspirations, she actually recently complained a little that Jessie’s not been that focused on acting anymore. Little did she know that saving the planet with her buddies had become Jessie’s number one goal. Jessie didn’t want to make her Mom worry even more, taking care of her Dad was straining enough, so she never told her about joining Avalanche in the first place. 

I’ll make you proud. All of you. This is for you, Dad, Mom, Wedge and all the other souls within the Lifestream. And for you too, Biggs.

Nothing but standing ovations and constant clapping in enjoyment - such different kinds of noises compared to those that she had gotten used to. It had been an overwhelming success. Every member of the cast and crew is overjoyed. Corneo even sent some bottles backstage to celebrate. Maybe he’s not that bad of a person at all? What a stupid thought born out of excitement, she mentally notes. 

“Here you go.” Jessie takes the glass of sparkling wine that has been handed to her by the actor who plays Alphred - the prince and her love interest. He resembles Cloud in appearance - blond hair, blue eyes.

“We really missed you around here,” another actor states. He plays a minor role of a fighter and rival to Alphred in the beginning, but never caught her attention until now. His black hair, brown eyes and kindness remind her of Biggs. 

“Salute!” Everyone shouts in unison, and Jessie raises her glass too, but her mind has already wandered…

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The drinks are good, the best Jessie ever had, actually. 

“Thanks for helping me figure out the menu.” Tifa beams with joy.

“No, Thank you for the free drinks. They're awesome. They'll surely be the hit of the bar.” Biggs always makes sure to praise where it is due. Sometimes one starts wondering if it's all just an act, when people do that. A mask they put on to appear nice and likable, but Biggs is different. He's completely genuine and really means everything he says. 

“It's really hard to decide on just one though”, Biggs says looking at the pile of glasses in front of them. They all had different colors - yellow, green, one even a bright shade of red. 

Jessie suddenly jumps off the stool she was sitting on, turns around, raises the glass of her current cocktail and triumphantly explains, “Yep, this is the one!” 

Biggs and Tifa share a knowing look of amusement. That might have been one too many, Biggs thinks to himself. 

As soon as this thought had left his mind, Jessie stumbles a little…Oh oh, that doesn't look good. She meanwhile exclaims loudly, “Bartender! Whip me up another Costa del So—...” 

I knew it. Biggs barely manages to catch Jessie in time when she loses her balance. She safely lands in his arms though, her back pressing against his chest. Her cheeks are a little red from drinking, and maybe from embarrassment, too. It’s just Biggs though, she reminds herself. He had seen me do worse. 

His grip on her arms to help steady her is firm, yet gentle. Jessie tilts her head upward, meeting Biggs’ gaze. He’s watching her, concerned and worried. Be careful, or that wrinkle between your eyebrows will stay, she muses to herself. She starts to feel a little dizzy. Maybe it’s the drinks? Or…? A sudden realization hit her. She was still in Biggs’ arms, staring at him. Right into his dark brown eyes, which sometimes appear to be even black. Had they always had this mesmerizing effect on her? ….Shoot! 

“I'm cutting you off.” With a swift motion of his right hand, Biggs takes the glass that Jessie had still been holding and sets it back on the counter, interrupting her thoughts. His left arm is gently guiding her back to her seat. The moment is gone. 

“C’mon, one more couldn’t hurt.”

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He’s not here to stop her from drinking now. He’d really been strict about her drinking habits, even though he himself ended up drunk most times as well. So annoying! It’s nice that he worries, though, Jessie reminds herself, smiling bittersweetly. 

“Cheers!!” Her colleagues raise their glasses for another toast, and the memory is gone. 

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The pain is still there occasionally, but he tries to ignore it the best he can. He hates it if he’s making others worry, despite the fact that he’s constantly worrying about others. Now especially. 

His whole life got turned upside down after he woke up two weeks ago. Not that it hadn’t been before, but now it’s even worse. 

There was no amnesia, just big black question marks about what happened while he was unconscious. And then he received messages, he’d rather forget again. No turning back at this point, though. 

He misses Wedge. Constantly. He wasn’t able to understand what he was holding in his hand, when he woke up…So he wouldn't have thought that it’s the only thing that’s left of him - the red Bandana Wedge was wearing. Later, he understood that it was Jessie, who gave it to him. Jessie. One of her gloves had been placed on the desk of the room he was resting in. 

A sign that she was still alive? That she was thinking about him? That she was coming back?

All of these thoughts didn’t matter anymore when he received that one particular letter…

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Inspirational pics and scenes I reference:

#biggs ff7 #jessie rasberry #biggs #jessie ff7 #bessie #ff7 au #avalanche ff7 #ff7 fanfic #rarepair #first try at writing #Biggs x Jessie #Jessie x Biggs #ff7 fanart #fanart

[transboysokka]

dont mind me barging in on your roomie drama :p but also i am an outsider with limited facts, so take everything i say with a grain of salt asgdjgh

my initial conclusion from all this is that it seems like your roommate is the type who really does not vibe with implicitly shared things, whereas you are absolutely that type. leaving your mug to be washed, as an example, could have been passive aggression, but it could have just as easily been "im not going to touch your stuff because it makes me uncomfy." and it seems like a similar thing with all the things she's offering back to you/wanting to throw away instead keep it for herself.

i recently did a moveout with a roomie where we had to gut the whole place for cleaning, and as such, we ended up pulling out all the food/items and putting em on a table while we cleaned. (it was a cross-country move, so a lot of what we had couldn't come with us either.) cuz it was convenient, we just said to roomie "hey, pick out whatever you want to keep, and we'll throw out the rest." by the end, i was super surprised by the amount of stuff they would rather us throw out/donate. things like pots/pans, half used spices and containers of rice or cooking isle, even unopened bottles of shampoo went into donation boxes. i really didn't get it personally, but that roomie was undeniably a sweetheart, so i just kinda had to face the idea that, even if it's more convenient in a lot of ways, inheriting items from a move out is just something some people aren't comfortable with. and from what i can tell, it's one of those assumptions that isnt really challenged by either side until a move out *does* happen.

as for the blow up mentioned at the end, if im right, it seems like she's assumed that you share her same system of not liking "hand-me-down" items, and as a result, she feels like you've left a bunch of chores for her to deal with. granted, i also think she doesn't seem good at communication, and she seems to make assumptions (see the "i didnt know you were still leaving" thing), so im not surprised that things happened the way they did. also i wouldn't say that your roomie *isnt* being a lil passive aggressive and purposefully unhelpful, but i wouldn't be surprised if the source of that was just a misunderstanding of personal preferences.

in terms of the rent stuff, talk about the rent stuff and dont drop the convo until you have a plan, but in terms of the more personal stuff:

my reasonable advice? sit down and talk about it all if you want to maintain a friendship, even though it might be uncomfortable and might not solve all the issues. hinesty is the best policy sort of thing. my *honest* advice? apologize and feel a lil salty in secret, grab all your stuff even if you left it for her benefit, and then simply drift apart uvu

......i didn't say it was good advice........

Wow! Thanks for the thoughtful response!!

Yeah I hadn’t considered it but she very much hasn’t ever been the most down for sharing in those ways. That’s fine I guess.

I did answer her yesterday like “I wasn’t trying to be like that, but I’ve never moved out of a place that was still being lived in before and so I left some stuff to try and help you out” and we were able to move past it

also I can tell it was hard for her to say goodbye to my dog who she’s always been involved with so there were probably a lot of emotions happening yesterday

The communication issues though… ugh

Yeah when things get settled here I’m gonna reopen that conversation about “so what ARE we doing about this rent situation?” bc she’s also left it as “idk maybe I’ll just move out early too” so okay what IS THE PLAN

I’d be fine to drift apart but our dogs have been together their entire lives so it’s one of those things like I should be careful not to burn that bridge too badly

Thanks for your input though! It definitely helped me put some things into perspective

#quesTian #tian talks

[fatedwithmbc]

Over the past twenty four hours, I've attempted to write this post in my head. When you're a writer, this is a bad idea, because whatever words make their way to the inevitable edit don't seem as great. However, I'm going to put that aside. Also, I can't believe that it has been almost a month since my last post. I only know that because tomorrow begins session/round three of Ibrance, Alas, what has been in my head and brought me here:

In 1999, my Mom-Mom was determined to see my sister and I confirmed. I'm an Episcopalian and making your confirmation is the Catholic equivalent of everything important. So, my soul was on the line and I couldn't disappoint her or damn my soul for eternity (despite my understanding that baptism would provide the forgiveness of my sins. I guess that needs renewal in your teen years). To help learn the fundamentals of the lessons I needed to understand to successfully accomplish Confirmation, I would go to youth group each Sunday either before or after church to get my extra dose of God. This particular year, one of the activities we, as a group, were signed up for the AIDS Walk in Philadelphia.

There wasn't much to do to as a participant except to fundraise a particular dollar amount to earn your t-shirt.

I remember standing in lines outside of the museum for registration and I must of met the fundraising requirement because I received a t-shirt and tiny me had an XS and was swimming in that. I remember waiting in line with others in youth group, hearing the key note speaker, but not really paying too much attention. Undoubtedly, due to my age and my greater excitement of standing with and then the possibility of spending the morning goofing off with my crush as we walked the course; he had the same idea, only with his crush (hence the term crush). Beyond that, I remember the walk, the t-shirt, the failed flirting attempt, and being slightly glad to have had a true reason for procrastinating my homework.

This was my first experience with a 5K. Lackluster. A requirement. Underwhelming.

Fast forward about 15 years and I was determined to run a 5K on my own just to say that I could. It was a 4th of July "Fun Run" the Red, White and Zoo at the Philadelphia Zoo. I spent the day wandering about the zoo looking at all of the animals especially the Hippopotamuses, or is it Hippopotami?? Any trip to the zoo for me will include the Hippo's (they are my undoubtedly favorite animal in case you didn't know). One year, I was gifted a behind the scenes experience to feed Cindy and Una and I am still convinced that nothing with top that experience (Thanks. Dad!). Overall, the "Fun Run" was terrible, the course was cut short due to rain and a flooding in particular zoo sections. So, my first 5K was only 2.5 miles. I felt like a failure but it was supposed to be for fun. So I shrugged my shoulders and vowed I'd do it "next" time. This began my several year foray into running. And my roommate avidly supported me. I’ll never forget my sign and balloon after my failed 5K which gave me more motivation to keep going.

Despite the imperfect race, I found the Bonnie J. Addario Lung Cancer Foundation 5K, which for several years I did hard work to fund raise (organizing Dine & Donate’s with local restaurants) and participate. As the years went on, my reason for races and the impact I wanted to make became stronger. Especially for this organizations that were close to my heart, like BJALCF, as they did much work for lung cancer patients, which most who know me, know me Pop-Pop succumbed to.

After needing physical therapy for sore and improperly strengthened IT Bands (and I went back to school), I hung up my running shoes.

Many may be asking why I’m giving my life’s history on 5K’s, but I have one coming up for me. For my disease. For my own program who has helped me. Unite for Her will be holding their 5K on September 23rd in West Chester. I have a group of friends to walk along with me and I feel overly supported in the best way. I have also pushed hard for my fundraising and have been so appreciative to everyone who has donated (there’s still time)! This 5K feels like the most important I’ve ever participated in because of my diagnosis and because it supports the organization that supports women in my condition. They offer a way for women to take some charge in their treatment path, offering eastern medicine practices like Reiki and Acupuncture. I want to help this foundation as much as they’ve helped me. I’ve recognized how important it is to me to do what I can to support the organization. So if my history of 5K’s helps, then I’m glad I rambled through them. Thanks for reading and as always the support!!

My fundraising link is still active:

https://runsignup.com/ashleysibley

#fated with mbc #confessions of a cancer patient #stage iv deserves more #metastatic breast cancer #stage iv metastatic breast cancer #breast cancer #uniteforher5k #uniteforher

[profxjl]

My closet looks so empty right now. I finally got around to taking everything out, and getting rid of some things I never wear.

An hour ago, I had twice as many shirts, and the shelf was packed to the ceiling with odds and ends.

I got rid of the t-shirts I didn't wear, with the few in decent shape being put in a pile to go in the Red Cross donation bin at one of the grocery stores in town next time I'm out.

Unfortunately, those were the only things that were still good that I got rid of. From five pairs of jeans, four were full of holes (three of which had the inner thighs worn out from rubbing because I've been overweight for years and taut denim rubbing will wear out). Half a dozen light shirts were half yellow from sweat stains I couldn't get out. Those were absolutely disgusting, even from the point of knowing it was my own sweat and the shirts were otherwise clean. There's no lack of community donations given three huge bins are filled monthly most of the year, so I have no qualms about recycling the gross things.

I kept the shirts I wore regularly, with the ones that were good on backwards hangers; if the hangers are still backward by my birthday in mid-March, then I'll donate what's on them.

I also kept my suit, because it's practical to have one, the same as my swim trunks. They fit, and it's practical to have a pair on hand in case I want to go swimming at some point.

The dark green shirt next to the waistcoat suit is technically too small, but I'm keeping it a reminder. I bought it brand new, and the sleeves are the right length, so it's a good way to help monitor my weight in a way that's more visual than just writing down a number each week and comparing it to the one from the week before. I know I'll be where I want to be when it fits, and then I can wear it.

The more sentimental items were moved to a drawer under my bed; the one blocked by the nightstand most of the time, as I won't be accessing it often. I have three hoodies in there, personalized ones from my middle school, junior high, as well as high school, plus an old denim jacket I embroidered up at my grandparents place in the summer when I was 14 or 15--I saw the fancy riding school jackets that had the rider's name on one sleeve, horses' name on the other, and barn name on the back, so I used the fancy feature on her better machine and did that to the jacket that I had already outgrown being able to use as a proper jacket.

[drachenfalter]

Philip's disappearance

So, I decided to think about when Philip would have mysteriously disappeared, because a lot of people seem to forget that he didn't just stick around as Philip Wittebane for 400 years, before putting on a mask. So, let's gather some facts:

Gwendolyn Clawthorne: "My great-grandmother told me about a human who once lived here, but one day he just vanished! Rumor has it he left something in the library (...)"

Luz finds Philip's journal under "Deadwardian Era - 1600s", so we know he must have donated it before 1700.

When Luz meets Philip, he is still writing this very journal.

Philip is unsure of the year, but estimates it to be between 1660 and 1670 shortly before he meets Luz.

Philip is a human. Belos is widely believed to be a witch with mysterious origins.

Now for some extrapolations and further notes:

Gwendolyn is probably in her seventies; Assuming a generation length of 25 years, her great-grandmother would have been born roughly 150 years ago, in the 1870s, long after the 17th century. (Importantly, Gwen did not say that her Great-Gran knew a human, only that she told Gwen about a human that mysteriously vanished.)

Philip seemed very protective of his journal when Luz meets him. So him donating it to a library seems weird.

On the other hand, the way he describes his adventures is heavily biased, putting his actions into a much better light and omitting his crimes against the people of the Boiling Isles.

Witches are confirmed to have the same live expectancy as humans. So, if Philip stuck around as himself for two hundred, three hundred years, people would have taken note of that.

And now it's time to connect everything!

What Gwen gave Luz was an old story with very little details. No name, a vague time frame and mostly rumors. Luz found the diary by searching for human, not Wittebane. So I think it makes sense to assume that Gwen's great-gran never met Philip herself, and only repeated stories she had heard when she was young.

Philip's journal/personal diary started out as that, a diary, which is why he is so protective of it. He heavily edited his adventures while writing them down, partially for his own peace of mind, but also to keep his story straight as his lies started to become bigger and bigger.

Eventually, there came a point where Philip had to leave Bonesborough. Maybe the local population started coming after his head; Maybe his curse progressed to the point that he could no longer go out into the public; Or maybe he had to travel elsewhere to progress his Big Plan.

But before he left, Philip donated his diary, and that is still the most confusing part, so I'm gonna offer a few options:

Philip wanted to leave a legacy. He hoped people would read about his adventures and eventually forget about who he really was. (In that case, the diary would be edited, the instructions for building a portal probably containing an intentional flaw.)

Philip just wanted to get rid of his past, but couldn't bring himself to simply destroy the book. So gave it instead to some small library, hoping it would just disappear in the archives.

For whatever reason, Philip couldn't bring the book with him wherever he was going. He left it at the library for safekeeping, thinking he would return much sooner than he did. But when he came back, he was fully Belos and didn't need that dusty old book anymore.

In any case, we know that he donated his diary before 1700. And I don't think he stuck around for long after.

In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he left only a few years after meeting Luz.

She taught him the light glyph and helped him get his hands on the collector. She gave him the last puzzle pieces he needed to finally progress in his master plan.

#the owl house #toh speculation #elsewhere and elsewhen #toh meta #philip wittebane #emperor belos #toh spoilers