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heyy

can you do a angst with fluffy ending with eddie x reader on reader birthday (but not that he forgot pls 🙏🏻) you can decide the rest

thank you so much!! 💖💖

gosh i am sooooo sorry for only getting this out to you now! it's been sitting in my drafts, half-finished for far too long! again, super sorry for the delay - and i hope you enjoy 🤍

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2.3k content warnings: talk of breakups / heartbreak (eddie & reader are exes), adult language, use of pet names, mentions of alcohol consumption, - very much unedited - pls let me know if i missed anything!

Birthdays weren’t really your thing.

Celebrating getting older stopped being fun when the gifts turned from colourful toys to cards with generic wishes, and when parties went from having bright bouncy castles to drinking cheap wine alone in a messy apartment at the end of an even messier night. From pure, unfiltered joy, to misery and feeling like your life was slipping through your fingers, fast.

There were a few expectations over the last few years — four lucky birthdays to be exact. And these happy memories came into existence thanks to a certain curly-haired, brown-eyed boy.

Eddie first asked you out a few days before your nineteenth birthday and even though the two of you never really talked prior, there was no denying he was really fucking pretty and you had a big fat silent crush on him for quite some time before that faithful afternoon.

He invited you out for burgers, and in the midst of natural conversation, when you let slip that it was your birthday, Eddie also got you ice-cream, asking the waiter to place a single candle in the colourful sundae.

Till this day, it was the most genuine thing anyone has ever done for you. The most romantic too.

And every birthday that followed, every birthday you spent together with the metalhead was beyond special. He made them special.

From balloons and love notes, to heartfelt gifts, various activities during the day and dinners at his trailer or out in town. He even rallied your friends and threw you parties that no longer ended with loneliness. No year was the same. Eddie made them unique and memorable — which you adored him for wholeheartedly.

Unfortunately, the genuine love you shared was not enough and the relationship came to an unforeseen end.

Eddie had big plans of one day becoming a rockstar, practicing guitar in his free time till his fingers bled, and you were studying day and night, working towards your dream degree. Your lives were heading in completely different directions and there came a point where you only saw each other once every fortnight, while your already irregular phone calls were often cut short.

That was three months ago. A breakup as natural as breathing, yet equally as earth shattering.

Even though it was a mutual decision, the pain was ever present and you cried yourself to sleep for weeks after. Eddie took a piece of you when he left and your whole body was in mourning. It didn’t help that everything in what remained of your life reminded you of him. Physical items like the printed t-shirts in your drawer or the mug he branded as his and you never let anyone else use. A Dio song you’d hear randomly or the diner he took you to on your first date. Then there was the emotional side, the soft glimmer in his eyes you remembered when you closed yours and the sound of his laughter you wished you’d hear again.

Things eventually got easier ‘cause it’s not like you saw Eddie often when you were together. Plus studying for an ungodly amount of hours kept you busy, distracted. And after giving yourself an appropriate time to feel everything, there was honestly no more time for heartbreak.

That is until your birthday rolled around.

When you opened your eyes late morning, you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole — which in Hawkins was more than likely to happen. The last four birthdays were nothing short of perfect and now…

The nausea followed shortly after.

Your plan was to stay in bed all day, and it was going quite well since at six o’clock that evening you were glued to the same spot, until Robin barged into your room, Steve close on her heels, with a glass of water and a poorly decorated cake. Their singing gave you a headache, but you were still grateful for their attempt to make this day end on a better note.

“Now, go get your ass dressed,” Robin orders, glancing at Steve for his rehearsed words of encouragement.

He’s wide-eyed at first, nose buried in icing, but quickly nods at Robin’s words and looks in your direction.

“Y-yes, yes! We have an evening of fun planned!” Steve exclaims after swallowing a mouth full of vanilla cake.

Your roommates, however sweet they were trying to be, failed to realise the one place you really didn’t want to spend your birthday was The Hideout, and that’s exactly where they brought you.

The Hideout, presenting its usual lurking charm from the moment you stepped inside, was the one place in Hawkins you knew guaranteed an awkward bump-in with Eddie. Or maybe a needed interaction? Seeing him in his element could possibly bring some sort of closure after three months of no contact… No. No. Seeing him would only bring back the pain you tried real hard to bury.

A stench of old man sweat mixed with spilled booze hits your senses while you hurry closely behind Robin and Steve. In the dim light, your eyes are focused on the floor below, partially because you’re trying not to slip or trip over your own two feet, but mainly ‘cause you’re fearful of catching a glimpse of a certain head of wild brown locks. You only look up when the three of you approach a table closer to the back, away from most of the noise, and are greeted with hugs from Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle.

Settling yourself on one of the chairs, you exchange pleasantries with the rest of your friends while Steve orders a round of shots for the group. They all raise a toast to your health, their cheers attracting some attention in the process, but you don’t think anything of it, starting to instead feel glad you agreed to this.

“Birthday girl isn’t allowed to pay for her own drinks, got it?” Robin addresses the group and they all nod in unison. You wanna protest, but she swats at you from across the table before the words escape your lips. Her eyes saying that you need this, your eyes saying that you’re grateful she’s your friend. I know, Robin mouths as Jonathan takes everyone’s drink order.

Every shot you take, you chase with a rum and coke. The liquid burns down your throat. Third, fourth, fifth round down. You’re feeling buzzed, happy. Most importantly, no longer thinking of the boy that would normally also be hanging out with this group — blissfully unaware that he was actually watching your every move from the other side of the bar.

Eddie hadn’t initially planned on going out tonight. After a long day of working at the garage, then band practice right after, he really just wanted to smoke and fall asleep. As he got out of the shower however, instead of jumping into bed, he reached for a clean t-shirt. He couldn’t really explain why. It was stupid to think something inside of him was urging him to come to The Hideout tonight. He was wrecked beyond belief, yet his feet carried him here.

Then he heard it. Your name, followed by a mini-eruption of woohoos.

Head snapping in the direction of the sound, Eddie’s gaze found the source of the noise and then scanned the small group until he reached your relaxed frame. Christ, he thought, palms getting clammy. To say you looked gorgeous would be a vast understatement. And to say he didn’t realise just how much he missed you until this very moment would be nothing short of the truth.

Sure, after the breakup, Eddie found it hard to get through the day-to-day. Constantly distracted, thinking about you and second guessing the decision you both made. But then he reminded himself this was for the best, convinced himself that people can have more than one great love in their life, and things got easier.

There were days he hoped he’d accidentally run into you. At the store, out for coffee, or just wandering the streets of Hawkins. No such luck. When he started working at the shop to save some extra cash, he thought maybe you’d come in with your clunk of shit car since he was always telling you to get it looked at, but again, it never happened.

Three months passed like nothing.

Eddie would’ve never thought that today, your fucking birthday of all days, would be when he saw you next.

Cold beer in hand, he thought about walking up to the table you sat at with your mutual friends. And he was about to, but then you laughed at something Argyle said and the honey-like sound froze him in place. Clearly, you were having a good time. Eddie didn’t want to ruin that, so he opted for watching you like some fucking creep.

Four beers later, he’s still in the same spot.

Nancy takes over the jukebox duties. Billy Idol’s White Wedding starts to play as she pulls you to your feet, an excited squeal escaping her lips when you don’t protest. Swaying your hips to the music, you feel elated. Even more so when Robin joins in, singing along as Nancy twirls around the two of you. The boys clap, grinning like idiots, and you know you’re going to remember this moment forever, or at least until you unintentionally go over your drink limit and black out.

A smile tugs at the corners of Eddie’s lips as he continues to shamelessly stare at you. Carefree, is the word he’d use now to describe you and in all honesty, he hasn’t seen you like this in a while. Then his smile falters before it really fully appears ‘cause he finds himself wishing he was the reason for your current mood. Was ending things a mistake?

Mid-song, you spin and as you do, your eyes skim the bar, passing a set of curly hair. The air hitches in your throat as you double back. Just to make sure your drunken gaze wasn’t deceiving you, you tell yourself, but the reality is much different. Please be him, please be him, please be him…

When your eyes do lock with his, your tummy burns.

The copious amount of alcohol trifling through your veins right now gives you that extra push you need to start a short strut towards your ex-boyfriend. Someone’s arm is on you, attempting to pull you back slightly, but you don’t pay attention to it. Then you hear Steve say, “let her go, she needs this.”, and you’re free to continue your journey.

In a trance, gaze glued to Eddie’s chocolate one, you push through the people until you’re leaning against the bar he was sitting at, observing as his features turn from awe into something you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Eddie greets nonchalantly, as if no time has passed, as if nothing has changed between the two of you.

So you follow in his footsteps, carefully hoisting yourself up on the stool next to his, bare knee brushing against his denim-clad one.

“Wanna order me a drink?”

Eddie smirks. “Straight to the point, as always.”

“Well, since it is my birthday, Robin said I’m not allowed to pay for my own poison,” you tell him, shrugging lightly, “So if you have a problem with that, you gotta take it up with her.”

He huffs out a laugh.

“I’d rather not go against Buckley.” And with that he orders a shot of tequila each.

When the small glasses are in front of you, accompanied by a lime wedge, he takes your hand without asking, then licks between your thumb and index finger, doe-eyes never leaving yours.

A shiver runs down your spine at the sudden contact and you try to play it cool, but in reality your heart is racing. Though Eddie doesn’t give you time to think about what he’s done with no warning, pouring salt in the spot he’s just salivated. He then hastily repeats the action on his own hand and pushes a shot glass in your direction.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

The toast is short and sweet. He raises the glass in front of his face as the words escape his lips, licks the salt off his own hand (which you’re a little disappointed in, unsurprisingly already missing the sensation that was his gentle touch), and downs the liquid in one go.

You quickly follow suit, not wanting to seem like he got you all flustered. But as the two of you sit and stare at one another while sucking on the lime wedges for a little longer than normal, you realise he’s just as rattled as you are — good.

“I hate tequila,” Eddie announces, discarding the wedge.

“I don’t mind it,” you say, wiping the corners of your mouth.

His gaze drops slightly, to where your finger presses against your puffy lips, and he bites down on his own rather shamelessly. There is a brief moment of silence in which Eddie thinks back to seconds before, when his tongue caressed your soft skin. He hates himself a little ‘cause he doesn’t wanna mess with your head, but fuck did that feel good. He’d like to do it again, if not more. Is that crazy?

And while you continue to look into his eyes, the butterflies in your stomach are going wild since you know exactly what he’s thinking. The only problem is you don’t know how to tell him because there’s so much else to be said first. Three months of catching up, to be precise, but did exes even do that?

“How about we get out of here?” Eddie offers, voice nothing short of a murmur.

You nod. Of course you nod. You’d go to the end of the world if he’d ask.

Before you know it, Eddie’s hand is on the small of your back, leading you through The Hideout crowd and out the front door. You don’t say goodbye to your friends, you can apologise tomorrow for leaving without a word. Instead, you inhale the fresh air, a wobble in your step as you turn to once again look at your ex-boyfriend.

“Where do you wanna go?”

Eddie throws his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in as close as he possibly can. He tilts his head to meet your gaze and smiles. A genuine smile.

“There’s this diner not far from here,” he answers simply and your heart swells. Then once again, tenfold, as he places a kiss to your crown before whispering in your ear, “Back to where it all started, pretty girl.”.

as always, thank you for reading! pls don't hesitate to reblog & tell me what you think - ily!

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vader-anakin · 9 months

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"A Place in My Heart" - Bucky Barnes x f! Reader

Not me again trying some writing as I'm doing nothing this whole weekend hehe. I've been thinking about how Bucky would be such a fluff gentleman if he had a girlfriend or something, so I had in mind some romantic friend/boyfriend shot. Although he wants peace, being the Winter Soldier will somehow always put him and his love interest in danger.

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/S) = Your surname

Word count: 995

Bucky was always alert in the midst of the chaos in which he still lived inside his mind, mainly because he couldn't – and no matter how hard he tried – get rid of the dark past. Every day the hard and cold nightmares of a parallel reality haunted him, waking him up scared and with a trembling body, sweaty and stiffened by the memories that still sounded vivid in his dreams. The last time he didn't feel a bit out of his mind was when he moved to the new apartment, where he saw that he would have peace, comfort and even a “hug” from the place that conveyed serenity and security. Since the post-mission against the Flag Smashers, Barnes hasn't had much time to go back to dealing with the past few years in a caring way, specially because he doesn't feel like talking openly about his Winter Soldier stint as a serial killer. The new Winter Soldier was considered more “beloved”, even if he still carried with him the marks of what he tried, for years, to erase from his memory. The man woke suddenly, metallic arm clenched into a tight fist as an automatic defense, irregular heart beats and trembling hands showing signs of yet another agonizing experience. Bucky felt sweat dripping from his spore and grabbed a bottle of water, wetting his parched, burning throat. (Y/N)'s head popped through the small gap in the bedroom door, the light from the hallway illuminating a bit of your body.

"You alright? I heard you scream.” (Y/N) met Bucky a few months ago, when you first spoke with someone experienced and who knew the amazing Captain America. At the time, the two of you – oddly enough, and Barnes was never one to say so many words, besides always keeping a frown of distrust – got along well and you knew that silent side of him, and didn't blame him. The journalist published an article in which she reported the last interactions between James and Steve, before the Captain returned to time. When you met Sam, the friend tried, in a very discreet way, so that (Y/N) could pass on government information to them, and ended up becoming a great trusthful to them. That night, you were taking care of a project while waiting for Barnes to get back from another mission, which he didn't want to say what it was.

“Shit, it never ends,” he growled as he set the bottle on top of the nightstand. "If I had a choice, I would have asked them to permanently erase my memory." He sounded disappointed, and even though he didn't see him so well in the dark, (Y/N) could see a look of pain. The woman entered the room, sitting on the edge of the bed, resting a hand on his shoulder. She was never invasive and always respected the soldier's space, even though there she saw a true and genuine friendship between the two, and that Bucky could trust you, despite keeping himself almost always closed.

“James, you know you need to go back and keep seeing Christina. I get it, what you went through was something you can't shake off, but you have to stay sane to survive”, (Y/S) caught a glimpse of her friend nodding. Of course, he knew that, but he often ended up closing himself off from the world, especially from Sam Wilson, who he was always with.

“I don't know what else I can do,” Barnes sighed, holding your hand, which was still resting on his shoulder. "I have nowhere to run". The man in front of you showed such fragility, you had practically never seen that about him. You knew about the nightmares, the flashes of memory, the memories that still roamed through his super-soldier body, but you didn't know how to deal with the moments when he struggled against all the trauma he had lived, trapped in his mind without being able to get rid of them.

“Bucky,” you called him, gently cupping his chin so that he would look at you. The crack of light in the hallway showed a body tired of fighting so much against it all. "You've been through a lot so far, you deserve to live like a guy, who we all now consider a hero." He let out a nasal laugh. “You deserve that redemption, mainly because you recognize that now everything you do is for the good of people. Fuck what they think, fuck it. I know it still hurts to remember the death of Yori's son, but that wasn't you." He looked down resentfully. (Y/N)'s words, even if painful, were quite harmonious, and made him – somehow – less guilty about his personal issues.

“Thank you, (Y/S). Seriously. I needed to hear this. I just hope I can go back to dreaming less about all this”, he said. “How about we go somewhere tomorrow, drink some beers or some coffee?”, Barnes questioned, a smirk formed on his lips and his face already looked more relieved. The journalist nodded and smiled at her friend, getting up from the bed to leave the room.

"Try to sleep again, tomorrow will be a new day", (Y/S) stopped in the doorway to wish him good night, seeing that he was already getting ready to go to bed again.

“Good night, (Y/S). While you're still here, go to sleep and finish your article tomorrow, otherwise I will kick you out in the middle of the night”, Bucky shot in a playful way. (Y/N) laughed at the way he spoke to her. You took the opportunity to spend the night at his house so you could settle the matter about John Walker, and – charmingly – he asked you not to come home late. Even though he exuded a "princey man", you knew James wasn't in the right frame of mind to get involved with anyone right now, and it wasn't something you were thinking about either, even though your relationship was one of extreme tenderness.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky fanfic #the winter soldier #the winter soldier fanfic #if anyone cares let me know if this sucks

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marshmallowprotection · 6 months

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Hii, could you please clarify the timeline for the whole v and rika twin meeting and such? Like their age differences.. and specifics of how it all came together bc if there’s anything that confuses me more than certain dramatizations for this games story, it’s definitely the details of the timeline😭. Like at first Rikas official age was 23.. then it was changed to like I think 28 was calculated in the wiki..? Uhmmm… plus V’s age gap with Saeyoung isn’t even THAT big.. it’s like 5 years, no?? When did these people meet… Ive been a player since 2016, so a lot of dlc’s or secret endings I played have left my memories super fuzzy as I replay this game but omg. It’s so confusing to me ab Rika and V’s ages when they met, how long they’d been together as they ‘rescued’ or attempted to bring salvation to the twins by becoming their guardians without a legal procedure (which was understandable for their case bc of prime minister… i guess?). They’re made out to be these parent figures to saeyoung and saeran but idk kinda hard when they aren’t that much older.. or maybe it’s more than that and I just can’t really come to terms w how they’re portrayed cuz it’s such an icky feeling knowing how it plays out in the end for them when they entrust these people with their safety and full trust only to later have it crushed 💔💔 UGHH. sorry I kinda made this too long. I read a lot of rants before writing this, haha…. The twins story makes my heart ache a lot.

Rika's age is all the place. Do not try to gauge Rika's age or you will cry yourself to sleep. Her official age in the RFA Package was listed down as twenty-three at the time of her death.

However, there are many factors that lead people to believe she's older and it has everything to do with Rika Behind Story and as most people don't bother to read it, they're not aware of why things appear to make her seem older than what she was officially stated to be at debut.

tldr; CHERITZ RETCONS A LOT.

Rika fights her church and family over Sally when she is sixteen years old. Two years pass and she sees V's debut photography on display in a gallery. He is about seventeen at the time as mentioned. Another year passes and she meets Saeyoung Choi, which means she meets him when she's about nineteen years old and he is twelve years old.

Saeyoung comes to the church at an irregular rate, but she spends her time talking to him and helping him learn about math and other such subjects during this time. We can assume that since Saeyoung left his brother at around the age of fourteen or fifteen, that he had a few years with Rika before she encountered Jihyun Kim in the flesh. She also met with Yoosung for the first time during those years.

Her adoptive mother mentions during this time period that she will throw Rika and Sally out in two years since she won't be obligated to do so after that. The legal age in the Republic of Korea is nineteen, so I'm not quite sure why they would let Rika stay with them behind that since she would've already been an adult here, but hey, as far as I am aware of, she had a kick-out date of twenty-one.

She took Saeyoung to an exhibition that held multiple different works, he ran off to a science showing and Rika ran into Jihyun. That's the start of their partnership since it begins as an artist and model before it becomes romantic.

He takes her in as a model at first, but then their relationship builds into something more than that. She was kicked out after two months of doing work for V, so I can only assume she's turned twenty-one at this point.

He comes to her church to find her after her adoptive mother told him that she'd run off. Rika reveals a lot to him after that, talking to him about her demons, her fears, and more. They grow closer, and during that time, while the details we already know about the two of them dating, they were also trying to help Saeyoung and his brother.

So, if Rika was nineteen when she met Saeyoung and he was twelve, that means there is a seven year age-gap between those two. If V is meant to be seventeen when Rika is eighteen, that means he's about one year younger than she is. Which means, when Rika and V come together to help the twins, she's about twenty-one years old, give or take, and Jihyun is twenty, give or take. Which means that Saeyoung is fourteen.

He goes into the Agency at around the age of fourteen or fifteen. We know that he does some jobs on the side before he's pulled into that damn agency, so I work with the assumption that he's fifteen by the time they yank him overseas to study computer science.

Jihyun mentions in a phone call during Saeran's After Ending that he met someone who worked for the agency who convinced him that it would be safe for Saeyoung in the agency... and he believed it. That's tough to think about, you know? As someone who started this game back in 2016 when I was younger than Yoosung by a year, I just can't imagine being in Rika or V's position.

Yes, you're an adult at twenty and twenty-one but my God, there are so many experiences you've got ahead of you in your early twenties that by the time you get to the other end, you see that time as being a tall child. The me at those ages would not know how to help those twins, much less myself.

If Saeyoung is 21 in Casual and Deep Story, that means Rika would've been 28.

Where this can get perplexing is the fact that Jihyun is supposed to 26, which is two years younger than Rika, while some of this math is implied to state that there should only be a year between the two of them.

#mod kait #ask #anon #character analysis

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 1 year

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Hi there! I um…

okay this is like, unbelievably awkward for me but I’m in a catholic school for Highschool which means catholic sex ed and I’m not totally down for that so here are my questions because I have no clue about anything and I’m fifteen and idk why I’m telling you all of this I’m word vomiting and I’m so so sorry.

okay so um. I think I might be ace because I have no interest in having sex and to test that theory I read some novels featuring sex scenes and I did. Y’know, feel something, but like, Idk how to do the pleasuring yourself thing. And um. I was wondering if you had any tips on that that can be done without the use of purchased products or putting anything up there and oh my god this is so awkward I’m so sorry I love your blog and it’s been incredibly educational for me so thank you and im rambling again.

anyways also my period is like, a month and a half late and I’ve never had sex so I can’t be pregnant so any tips about that bc idk if it’s the lack of proper food water and sleep or if I’ve fucked something up internally when I tried to test my ace theory.

super sorry for the incredibly awkward ask I just don’t have anyone to ask irl and… y’know imma just send this. I am so sorry. Thank you for your time and I’m so sorry again.

hey anon,

thanks for sending this ask; I'm glad you did. my best friend's first college boyfriend also got a catholic sex education and he once sincerely asked her if she wanted to use shampoo as lubricant for shower sex, so I feel like I have a pretty good frame of reference for how little information you're working with here.

to your most pressing question: the great news is that it's extremely easy to masturbate without a toy or penetration; you can just start touching stuff in absolutely whatever way feels good to you! if you'd like some tips, I'd recommend starting with this video from sexologist Lindsey Doe and checking out more on her Sexplanations channel if it feels helpful - she's made quite a few videos covering masturbation!

youtube

(despite the age restriction, this is actually a very tame video that consists entirely of a very kind, fully-clothed woman cheerfully offering some advice on jacking off.)

there are a lot of reasons your period might be late, but reading a sexy book and masturbating isn't one of them. the only POSSIBLE way you could alter your period by masturbating would be if you caused some kind of internal damage, in which case you would probably know and hopefully be receiving urgent care. having irregular periods is pretty normal when you're young, although they can also be caused by stress, hormonal fluctuations, medications, excess exercise, and insufficient nourishment. many possible causes, but arousal is not one of them!

and circling back to the start of your ask, you absolutely can be ace and still enjoy reading sexy scenes and masturbating. tons of asexual people do! you can be ace and explore your own sexuality as much as you want. you don't need permission but I am giving it to you.

#sex edventures 2023

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cantsayidont · 7 months

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May 1959. Since Kara Zor-El returned to the regular comics continuity in 2004, Supergirl's origin has included a peculiar contrivance: While she's still a teenage girl, she actually grew up on Krypton, and was sent to Earth so that she could take care of her baby cousin Kal-El, whom she used to babysit, only to end up in suspended animation for years so that she's now younger than he. (Thanks, I hate it!)

This idea has filtered into other versions, including the SUPERGIRL show on The CW, but it is definitely not something present in the original comics. As seen in these pages from her first appearance in ACTION COMICS #252 back in 1959, in her original pre-Crisis incarnation, Supergirl was born after Krypton was destroyed. Moreover, not only was there no implication that she would become Kal-El's super-babysitter, her parents were not initially aware that Zor-El's nephew had even survived the destruction of Krypton:

(No, that's not how telescopes work — it was the Silver Age, just roll with it. For that matter, given the now well-documented and horrific health consequences of childhood lead exposure, the assertion that Kara could grow up healthy because of the "leaden shield" under their community is also rather alarming. Try not to dwell on it, I guess?)

There were various amendments to this story during the Silver Age, but later versions consistently maintain that Zor-El didn't marry and Kara was not born until "some years" after Krypton exploded. She arrived on Earth when she was 15 years old and her cousin was an adult. Thus, Kara was not even born until probably around the time her cousin was in middle school on Earth.

A few other points of note under the cut.

If you look closely at the original account in ACTION COMICS #252, the community of survivors in which Supergirl grew up is not actually named. As best I can determine, the name "Argo City" was first introduced in a subsequent retelling of the story in ACTION COMICS #280, more than two years later:

(The gaps in the lettering around "Argo City" and the slightly irregular baselines of those words are unusual, and make me wonder if Jerry Siegel's script originally specified a different name that was changed during production. If so, that further suggests this was the first reference to the name of the city.)

Even by the standards of the Silver Age, the idea that the city was surrounded by a "bubble of air" that miraculously enabled the inhabitants to survive for years in space strains credibility a bit. Subsequent accounts establish that before Krypton exploded, Zor-El had arranged to enclose Argo City in a "non-breakable plastic dome" containing "a germ-proof atmosphere that can wipe out all disease" — an unusual feature with which other Kryptonian cities were not equipped. (He's seen testing an early of this invention over his own home in a story in SUPERMAN'S GIRL FRIEND LOIS LANE #26, which shows Kal-El as a toddler and thus probably takes place probably a few months before the destruction of Krypton.) As shown in ACTION COMICS #309 in 1964, for instance:

The latter story also indicates that Zor-El created a "jet drive" to propel the city toward an inhabited star system, but this effort was sabotaged by a religious fanatic called Jer-Em, who was sent to the Phantom Zone for his interference (and ironically survived the destruction of Argo City as a result).

Another oddity is that Kara's mother is not actually named in either her original appearance or various early retellings of Supergirl's origin. It appears that her name (Alura, sometimes spelled "Allura" and later specified as Alura In-Ze) was first given in ACTION COMICS #291 in 1961, when Mr. Mxyzptlk transported Kara's parents through time as part of a plan to convince Supergirl to marry him:

The above story concluded with Mr. Mxyzptlk being sent back to his own dimension, causing Zor-El and Alura to return to their own time, seemingly to die. This was awfully grim, so a couple of years later, in ACTION COMICS #309, Supergirl learns that her parents narrowly escaped from Argo City in the Survival Zone, another dimension like the Phantom Zone, but "on a different wavelength":

In ACTION COMICS #310, Supergirl manages to free her parents from the Survival Zone. They subsequently decide to settle in the Bottle City of Kandor, while Kara remains on Earth with her foster parents, Fred and Edna Danvers:

Zor-El and Alura later resettled on Rokyn after Kandor was enlarged in SUPERMAN #338. Their last appearance was in SUPERMAN #414, shortly after Kara's death.

Finally, later Silver Age stories assert that normal Green Kryptonite has no effect on Kryptonians without super-powers, or on non-Kryptonians. A later retelling of Supergirl's origin in THE SUPERMAN FAMILY #184–185 rationalizes the apparent discrepancy by saying the radioactive material under Argo City was a rare Green-K isotope called "Anti-Kryptonite," which is also lethal to non-powered Kryptonians. Sure, why not?

#comics #action comics #otto binder #al plastino #leo dorfman #jerry siegel #jim mooney #supergirl #kara zor el #zor el #alura in ze #one point i'll give the post-crisis reboot #is that it upended the assumption that kryptonite is harmless #to non-kryptonians #that was such a pre-crisis truism that it was genuinely surprising

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its-deputy-caleb · 2 years

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FC6 - FLUFFTOBER MASTERLIST

welcome to flufftober everyone! this is my first time doing this and i am super excited for all the far cry 6 content to come !!

INTRODUCTION

firstly i wanna credit @creativepromptsforwriting for their amazing otp prompt which i morphed to fit this! they are the best for inspo

this page will act as a masterlist for this series and a checkpoint to cross off days! these next few months are very busy so there might be some delays/irregular posting but i will try to keep up as best i can! <3 and i will link to AO3 eventually!

please note! these are not requests, i’ve spent months planning which characters are getting which days, every draft is written and some will be prewritten prior to this being posted as i’m very busy and want to be organised.

however if you would like to be tagged pls either comment on this post, put it in an ask (non-anon) or message me!

some background info:

— every reader will be gender neutral with no specific body parts defined (i want everyone to enjoy and read these!!) and there are no ships for these prompts

— dani will have a mix of both male! and fem! versions however not at the same time

— i have prioritised/picked who i believe are the most popular characters as double-ups but i am using this to try new and underrated characters as well!!

i understand not everyone’s preferred character is not there or on a prompt you’d like. this is a huge project for me and i’ve picked what works for me with characters in and out of my comfort zone ! respect and support is important <3

— these are short stories (aiming for 500-1000 words) and will probably impact requests for a little while but i will try to keep up as best i can !

MASTERLIST

meet-cute — clara garcía

bickering — camila ‘espada’ montero

hand holding —paz ‘bicho’ duarte

cooking together — juan cortez

blushing — paolo de la vega

firsts — philly barzaga

stargazing —fem! dani rojas

confessions — bembé alvarez

morning routine — juan cortez

sneaking glances — yelena morales

argument — clara garcía

grocery shopping — juan cortez

dancing — juan cortez

little gifts — lola tafalla

sharing a bed — mercedes ‘jonrón’ martin

family — fem! dani rojas

pet names — bembé alvarez

hugs — clara garcía

matching outfits — male! dani rojas

date night — zenia zayas

secretive — maria marquessa

comfort — camila ‘espada’ montero

vacation — philly barzaga

washing dishes — juan cortez

flowers — clara garcía

sick days — fem! dani rojas

kisses — camila ‘espada’ montero

flirting — bembé alvarez

adopting a pet — fem! dani rojas

insecurity — carlos montero

proposal — clara garcía

archive our own !

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bigolgay · 3 months

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Trigger warning: early stage miscarriage (10-11 weeks).

(Long post. Also I do go into semi graphic descriptions, so proceed with caution. Mention of clots and things)

Should I add a mature label on this as well? This is a super sensitive topic and I don’t wanna trigger anyone or force this on anyone.

So I started typing out a whole rant thing about how I’m feeling mopey because I wish I wanted kids and I started talking about my miscarriage… and quickly realised… I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned it before?

Which is SHOCKING because I overshare sm on here lmao.

So… time to overshare on the internet about something no one asked about! I honestly find it hard to believe I’ve never mentioned it before though, so maybe I have and just forgot about it? But yeah, I kinda wanna talk about it in a way, I never get to talk about it and I think this sort of awareness and discussion is important? Maybe I’m not the best person to be having it, but it was a big event and I’ve never really talked about it since it all happened.

But yeah, I had a 10-11 week miscarriage when I was 16. Wasn’t super sad, I knew about the pregnancy for less than a week when I miscarried. And was gonna have an abortion anyway. So🤷. So the story goes, I had consensual sex with a boy (we all make mistakes) and I was young and dumb and didn’t use protection (use protection kids), but also I had already been told by doctors that the chance of me getting (and I suppose staying) pregnant would be difficult without medical intervention and aid, so I guess I just assumed it wouldn’t happen…

Hehe lol it did🫣. Wasn’t a big thing. There was no super obvious symptoms. I was already fatigued, maybe a bit worse but I put that down to me being half way through my first year of A levels. I don’t think I had any food cravings? Had a few food aversions, but I can go through phases of being a picky eater, so nothing stood out there. Didn’t vomit much, had a couple days where I’d eat something that wouldn’t sit well and would come back up, but never often enough for me to catch on and think something was wrong. Have always had super irregular periods, so missing 2 months didn’t stand out to me. The only thing that baffled me a little, was my sudden hatred for the smell of a hand soap we had at the time downstairs in the kitchen. I’d previously quite liked the smell (I believe it was like… eucalyptus and cucumber? Or something like that) but I suddenly started HATING it. Like not just turning my nose up at it, but straight up gagging if I caught a whiff of it. And my mum had told me that she had something similar when she was pregnant with me and she had a few things that she could no longer stand the smell of.

So as a joke I mentioned it to my friends, and one of my friends had a missed period so she was like “let’s do a pregnancy test together!” And it was supposed to be silly and funny… until my one came back positive🤣then we all were like “😧”. Cue the usual panicking and my friends assuring me “it’s gonna be okay! We’re here for you! You’re gonna be a great mum! Think of how cute it’ll be all dressed in baby clothes!” And I’m stood there like “…uh, this is all super sweet you all being so supportive. But this is getting ejected from my body at the earliest possible opportunity😃”.

So I spend the next 5 days trying to figure out how to tell my mum, and I plan to tell her maybe a week into March, because February is the birthday month (both of my older sisters, my step sister and my mum) and I didn’t wanna add more stress. Didn’t end up getting a week into March… because on the first of March I had super bad cramping and had really heavy bleeding and (this is a bit gross) it was like… there was more tissue than I would have on a usual period, and the cramps felt different? Deeper in a way? It’s hard to explain. But they were like… mild contractions so🫣🤷. I realise im miscarrying and im like “well shit… gotta tell mum now🙄” so I call her into the bathroom with me and I tell her I was/am pregnant but that it’s currently being ejected from my body. She says I’m a silly bugger and is hella confused about how because I was an out and proud lesbian already and I’m like “🤷”. She asks all the usual questions (was it consensual? When did you find out? Should I call the doctors?) and then we just sit there.

This is the only bit that’s at all emotional for me. But after about an hour? I ask her to leave me be for a bit. Because it kind of hit me all at once that I was pregnant and I’d just lost it? And I didn’t want it at all. I was too young and I knew kids weren’t for me. But it’s still emotional? It’s hard to explain. So i cry. A lot. From emotions and the unrelenting cramps that made my legs shake. And for the next 2 hours I stay on the toilet and I cry as I pass everything (tissue and things). But after about 3 hours cramping basically stopped, and I wasn’t passing anymore clots or anything.

I bleed quite heavily for about a week and a bit afterwards, but it was basically just like a period at that point. And that’s about it. Telling my friends that they wouldn’t be aunties and uncles was weirdly difficult. I cried some more then too I think. I felt weirdly guilty about losing it? Like they had been in the group chat making all these plans and baby names (literally during my miscarriage I was reading their messages😃). And even in person they’d be touching my belly and talking about how excited they were. So I felt in a way I was letting them down. Uh I spoke to a councillor at college about it for a few weeks. But then after about a month it all faded into the background and was forgotten. And now I barely think about it! And I guess barely mention it!

Anyway! Sorry for the randomness of this! I just started ranting about it and realised it felt nice talking about it to the internet, where I won’t have to deal with seeing the physical reactions of people finding out about it, and it spiralled. Sorry if it got too graphic. I tried to keep it vague.

Moral of the story: Miscarriages are scary, even when the baby isn’t wanted. And also, I overshare way too much on the internet.

Note: I intentionally made this sound nonchalant. Please don’t go thinking miscarriages aren’t traumatic experiences🤦mine wasn’t super traumatic and it doesn’t cause me much trouble now, but it was incredibly unpleasant. I’m sure most people who have miscarriages are far more affected by it than I am. I was just already mostly in acceptance that I’d be getting rid of the baby anyway. Just because I made it sound mild, doesn’t mean it wasn’t painful. Physically it was painful and draining, emotionally it was draining. So yeah. Keep that in mind!

#tw miscarriage #hey look!#another vent #vent post #this felt weirdly good to get off my chest #cathartic?#I dunno if that’s the right word #but it feels good #anyway!#I’m gonna head to bed now #nunight!#who threw the tennis ball!?!🎾

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triskhellion · 8 months

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Amīca

Rated: General (1.5K)

Relationship: Derek Hale/Melissa McCall, Derek Hale & Melissa McCall

Characters: Melissa McCall, Derek Hale

Tags: POV Melissa McCall, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Kissing, Pre-Relationship

Summary: Melissa befriends Derek after Scott and the rest of the gang leave Beacon Hills. On the anniversary of the fire Derek comes over wrecked and comfort turns into kissing...and maybe eventually more.

Super Blue Moon prompts: Special, Unravel & Woman

It began with a forehead kiss.

For months now they’d been enjoying each other’s company, light conversation over dinner a couple times a week or sharing stories about all the exasperating, but amusing and lovable teenagers they knew when he came over to fix some broken appliance or another. Sometimes they wouldn’t say much of anything at all, reading or writing in a comfortable silence.

A much different one than the quiet of absence in the house after Scott and the rest of the bunch went off to college or other endeavors out of town. For a while it had been refreshing not to have a gaggle of rambunctious troublemakers yelling and roaring about the place. Getting bloodstains on the furniture, mostly accidentally smashing things, and generally being underfoot when she was trying to get something done around the house. But eventually the novelty had worn off. She missed them.

One afternoon on her way to work she’d seen Derek broodily wandering on the side of the road and it occurred to her that he must be lonely too.

Not even Peter was around these days for dubious companionship and while some of the new kids remained — going over to Liam’s now instead of her place — they weren’t really part of his circle despite being the only Alpha actually in residence. So a few days later when she’d had a day off she brought food over to the loft for the first time figuring that he could use a home-cooked meal. Enchiladas de mole poblano with esquites and salpicon de res.

Watching the play of emotions on his face, the surprise and confusion giving way to a cautious smile, had filled her with warmth and satisfaction. Melissa was just planning to drop it off, but he stiltedly invited her inside and offered her a beer. It was pretty awkward at first, but became less so and when Derek stopped by her house the following week to return the platter, bowl, and baking dish she told him he should come back the next evening for lasagna. He did, bringing a bottle of red wine, and they ended up watching some artsy movie he mentioned liking when she scrolled past it while looking for something to put on.

And so it went, their friendship a bright spot in this new mother-of-adult-child stage of life and the dinners, movie nights, and occasional joint errands something to look forward to. They had more in common than she would have guessed, swapping books back and forth and sending each other music, but they were also very different in other respects, which led to some lively debates from the philosophical to whether pineapple belonged on pizza. (Yes, it does, Derek! Sweet & salty-savory is a time honored flavor combination.)

Sometimes he showed up when he was obviously troubled, but Derek usually didn’t want to talk about it. Melissa wished that he would, but at least her presence seemed to help and she was glad that she could do that much.

Then the anniversary of the fire came around again and he was suddenly there at her door, shaking, and all those bitten-back words and bottled up tears starting coming out.

She guided him over to the couch and sat down with him, wrapping her arms around him as he clung to her, the hint of claws making tiny holes in her blouse, but not causing any actual pain. Eventually Derek ended up partially cradled in her lap on his side facing away. She had one hand carding through his hair and the other lain across his torso. His eyes were closed, tear laden lashes in little peaks, and his breath slowed now that he’d calmed, but with the irregularity of wakefulness.

Melissa looked down at him then, this powerful yet vulnerable creature. Beautiful and broken and brave, special and so so warm, and she felt a fierce protectiveness and love for him. Tucking an errant strands of hair behind his ear, she smiled softly and leaned down to plant a kiss on his forehead.

Glossy green-hazel eyes flew open and he froze momentarily before turning onto his back, staring at her anxious face and then lowering to her lips. Licking his own he then rose up slowly, eyes never leaving hers and giving ample time to pull away. She didn’t.

Eyebrows raised and flushing, Melissa watched him get closer until her eyes unfocused and his mouth was meeting hers, at first clumsy, soft, and unsure and then vigorous and desperate. Heat flashed low in her belly as the kiss deepened and a large, strong hand fisted in her hair. When they paused for breath she was left panting, gripping his back and her head resting on his shoulder.

Their eyes met when she straightened up and astonished smiles were exchanged, but when he aimed to go further, tentatively reaching for her blouse, she took his hand firmly in both of hers and kissed the back just below his knuckles.

Derek averted his eyes and went to pull away, an apology clearly forming on his tongue.

“Shhh, it’s okay. We’re okay,” she said, gently squeezing his captured wrist. “You didn’t do anything wrong and I’m not…” — she lifted one of her hands and waved it around — “uninterested, as I’m sure you can tell. But I think we should think about this. Not rush into anything at such an emotional time and try to figure out what you, what we, really want. Okay?”

Derek hazarded a glance at her and nodded. Melissa smiled and kissed his hand once more before letting go. She was worried that he would immediately run off, possibly out of the state or even the country, but after fidgeting a bit he chose to stick around while she grabbed the remote and put on some random black and white movie, sitting on the floor with his side against her left leg.

At some point she fell asleep and when she woke up with a blanket over her he was indeed gone, but she felt somewhat better about the prospect of seeing him again. However this went she didn’t want to lose him. More importantly, she didn’t want him to lose a source of support and comfort either. Melissa sighed.

Now she had some decisions to make. They both did.

The next evening found her thinking in the kitchen while drinking coffee before her night shift. She looked at the pictures on the fridge of her son and then turned away. This wasn’t about him or anyone except her and Derek.

Melissa ruminated on her lack of intimate connection, her long dormant desire raising its head at the possibility of being allowed out of its constraints. How tightly wound she’d become, just begging to be unraveled. To flourish.

It wasn’t like Melissa was unaware of how attractive Derek was, she had eyes after all, but she hadn’t approached him with any such designs in mind. Had only occasionally gone there in the privacy of her mind and bedroom and mostly just kind of ignored it. Part of her was raring to leap at the chance to experience him, but she wanted nothing to do with hurting him more.

She thought about what she knew of his various relationships and entanglements, some of which she’d inferred on her own and some she found out from overhead or occasionally direct conversations with Scott and the others.

There was the tragedy with Paige and then of course Kate, who took advantage afterward, and used him in order to destroy — to murder — his family. That Jennifer Blake woman, the vengeful darach who tried to sacrifice her and used Derek yetagain.

She had no idea about what happened in the intervening years in New York. If he couldn’t let down his guard down or had too much guilt and trauma to date at all or if he hooked up with someone new every week to try to the dull the pain, or something in between. However it had gone she was going to assume there hadn’t been anything meaningful. Derek had never given the impression that he left someone behind, though who could say for certain with how close he usually kept things to his chest.

Finally, there was Braeden. She at least didn’t seem to have damaged him and as far as Melissa knew they had fun and companionship and parted on good terms, but she doubted he’d gotten what he clearly so desperately craved from the no-strings mercenary either. What he needed.

And with that thought she made up her mind.

Maybe he’d realize that his feelings got all muddled up and he didn’t really see her that way. Or that even if he did that it wasn’t a good idea to act on it, which would be completely understandable. Whatever reason he might give she would accept.

Melissa wouldn’t push. God knows he’d had enough of that.

But she also decided that if he truly wanted to give something more between them a shot then she wouldn’t say no. And that whatever happened she would do her damnedest to at least make sure she left him better than she found him.

Now the ball was in his court.

#derissa?#derek hale/melissa mccall #rare pair #s&s super blue moon #part of a story that grew from a kinktober idea last year #sbm special #sbm unravel #sbm woman #s&s events #s&snonster #sbm trisk #trisk

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substantial-gains · 9 months

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Ultra Menu for Olga. All of the fast food she ordered for Ryuji. Including the stuff she ordered while he was eating the ramen.

"Ryuji, you can't be serious! You're expecting me to eat all this junk food by myself?! I got it all for you and I'm not even your girlfriend yet, this is extremely irregular and uncalled for!... A-And don't you dare give me those puppy dog eyes!"

"..."

dontlookatherlikethatdontlookatherlikethatdontlookatherli-

"...OKAY, FINE!! I'll make a pig of myself! It's not my fault if I look like an unattractive slob with sauce on her face or...or burp either if I'm doing this for you, understood?!!"

She cracked.

What has Olga gotten herself into? This was enough food to feed entire family for a month and now she's just gonna stuff it all in her gut in front of the guy she likes, it's so unfair...but i-it's kinda hot this way now that the magus thinks about it...

Taking a few deep breathes to steady her pounding heart, the mage picked up a wrapped quadruple stacked burger, praying that she'll be praised after this. There's so much grease oozing between the meat entrapped between her fingers, and this was just her first bite. Olga was already in for the long haul.

Fries, crispy nuggets, mini apple pies, milkshakes, super-sized cups of soda, whole pizzas, and the rest of the burgers, one by one she munched, chewed, and chugged at whatever her fat mouth came into contact with. The white haired woman eventually had no choice but flex her abdominal region and burst open her signature black and orange outfit, unleashing her pale, drooping gut into the world while it CHURNED like a cement truck trying to digest all the slop that she herself put into it. Olga just couldn't find the willpower to restrain herself anymore, she had to impress Ryuji at any cost.

"Buur…BrrruUUUUUUuUuuUup! O-oh dear, this doesn't feel so good..."

*GwwwuuuOOOOOORRRBL!!*

"HWOOORRRRRRP!!...BRRAAAAAAAAOOOOORRR-UUUURRROORRR-uuurrr-HUUUUUUAAAAAAARRRRROOOOOOOOORRRRP!!!!!!!.... GUH! A-ahhhhh... hooonhghh..."

Stumbling backwards, that fat ass came crashing to the ground after that, gut sweat making her shimmer like a diamond.

It was getting to the point where the director was constantly running out of breathe, either from groaning, forcing herself to take huge bites to make everything go down faster, or by making "room". The words leaving her mouth were slurred coming out and that big belly of hers was a mess, she could almost tear up from how stretched out it felt. The lady's makeup was also absolutely ruined, smudged with all sorts of trace sauces, and greasy fingers were trailing themselves all the way up and down her disturbingly bloated stomach to try and make herself feel any sort of relief, belching the split-second whenever she felt the urge.

This whole ordeal has unlocked something inside Olga, something she can NEVER, EVER recover from-

#m/use: olga #readyplayerziggy #there are food wrappers everywhere #ryuji's pad is now officially a hog den~

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selkies-world · 10 months

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Art, Books & Madness update

So I've been throwing around ideas for this in my mind for a while & testing out a few different ones, and I think I finally settled on what I like...

(For those who don't know, Artbooksandmadness.com is my art website, you should go check it out because it's super great & there's a little something for everyone over there)

There's gonna be 6 main changes happening on the website over August.

Scheduled posts

Since it launched in February, the website has only had blog posts uploaded in an irregular order, with no schedule for which category is getting uploaded and no real pattern or consistency.

That's changing.

From August, I'm going to be keeping to a schedule. It'll run on a 3-1 routa

Week 1: Miscellaneous

Week 2: Art History

Week 3: Getting Technical

Week 4: No blog posts.

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Week 1: No art pieces.

Week 2: No art pieces.

Week 3: No art pieces.

Week 4: New art piece uploaded to the gallery.

Hopefully, this new routine will help people find a rhythm with my writing and with my posting. It'll also help me with creating since I'll know what I'm working on each week, rather than trying to juggle everything and feeling a bit like a flying monkey on a unicycle.

This is also going to follow through to my livestreaming schedule, which will run as follows:

Week 1: Three streams - Tuesday, Wednesday & Thursday

Week 2: Two streams - Wednesday & Friday

Week 3: Three streams - Monday, Wednesday & Friday

Week 4: Two streams - Tuesday & Thursday

This will give me a better routine, and I'll be able to separate "Private" projects that I'm keeping to myself, "Work" projects which do not get streamed before they're published, and "Stream" projects which are for everyone to see.

Email lists & campaigns

Even though I've had the option available on my website since launching it, I haven't actually created an email campaign yet. It's pretty confusing, and it took me a while to figure out what I wanted to include in it. But I've finally, finally found something I think will work.

It's going to be a bi-weekly newsletter campaign, and it'll feature:

A quick update on my personal life

My favourite detail from a "private" project, which I'm either really excited about or which is driving me insane

News on which book I'm currently writing (& maybe a small clue about what it's about, or my favourite quote that I've written so far, or a little detail I really like)

A recap of what's been uploaded to the website recently

A clue for something I'm excited (or sometimes nervous) about being uploaded or completed over the next 2 weeks

Discord information & quotes

I've been running a discord server for my channel for a few months, but being a perfectionist means I've been trying to make it as ideal as I can, straight away. The result of this has been a lot of empty promises and a disappointed community. To remedy that, I'm now letting go of some control and going with what is good enough, rather than what is perfect. I'm also prioritising what the community wants, rather than just what I personally like. Hopefully, the result is going to be a server we can all find a community and lasting friendships in.

Once a month, I'm going to be uploading the community's favourite snippet from a conversation on Discord. Maybe it'll be something which really made us laugh, maybe it'll be something which really made us think, maybe it was something that we all related to.

In the last week of each month, I'll go through the conversations - and whichever comments have the top 3 amounts of reactions and interactions will be featured. (Users will be 100% able to opt out of this if they don't want to be featured. You can also choose to have me share it anonymously, if you'd prefer.)

Writing advice

I already started this with my 4 part series documenting my experience writing my first gay romance novel. I'm going to finish the series on schedule, and then I'm going to continue posting advice for new writers. But I'm adding a twist.

I'm not going to do "How to" guides unless someone specifically asks me to cover a certain topic.

Instead, I'm going to post about something a little more controversial: literary analysis.

Once a month, I'll upload a post covering literary analysis - analysing characters, reading into and understanding subplots, metaphors and imagery in text, referencing culture versus dating the text, author's reality portrayed in fiction, symbology, themes, genres and sub-genres... I'm going to be absolutely geeking out about this, and I'm going to love it.

The discord server will get to vote on what gets uploaded each month, and one lucky person will even get to vote on whether I analyse a certain book or if I look at something larger. This is a change I'm super, super excited about.

Art advice, not just history

I've done 2 posts on art history : 1 on surrealism and 1 on dadaism. I enjoyed doing them, but they were very time-consuming for my info-whore of a brain. Plus, they weren't very cohesive; I forgot what I wrote in one and contradicted it in the other, then had to backtrack to explain... and it got kind of muddy. I'll 100% hold my hands up and admit that. It also would've been smarter to write them the other way around.

So from August, I'm going to offer readers a choice: art history or art advice?

If you choose art history, you'll get to vote on a theme, era, style, or artist for me to research and write about. Sometimes, these will be multiple choice. Sometimes, it'll be open comments, and whichever one gets the most interactions will get selected.

If you choose art advice, you get to give me ideas on what to write about. Whichever request gets the most interactions in an alloted amount of time will get selected, and I'll write a piece covering how to do that certain technique or style, along with a little bit of info-dumping about the history of that style / technique / etc,.

Sponsored posts / affiliate links

This is something I'm really excited about, but I know not everyone will be happy about it. From August, some of my posts will feature affiliate links and / or sponsorships with brands and companies. I've thought about this a lot and decided it's something I need to do in order to fund my career as a self-employed artist and writer.

I'll be teaming up with brands who I agree with - I will research them, and I will dig into them before agreeing to work with them. If I promote a brand or a company, it will only be after thoroughly looking into them, so you can be 100% sure that I share values with them.

I will also only promote things relevant to what I'm posting about. So, if I'm posting about pin-ups, I'll probably promote something to do with lingerie or adult entertainment. If I'm posting about cartoons, I might promote a brand that makes art supplies that are good to use to create your own cartoons. If I'm posting about horror, I might promote a brand that sells horror merchandise.

I know not everyone agrees with affiliate marketing or sponsored posts. And I know there is no way to do this perfectly because almost no established brands have squeaky clean histories, and the ones that do are a little bit sus because they're squeaky clean. Even though I will be doing my absolute best to vet the brands and companies I work with, I know there will be some things that fall through the cracks when it comes to larger names. I will try to avoid this by going mostly with lesser known names and leaning towards up-&-coming brands and companies, who are queer-owned &/ or BIPOC-owned. However, I do also need to think of paying my bills, and sometimes that is going to mean doing some work for companies with imperfect track records.

In order to compensate for this, on the rare occasions when I decide to work with more controversial or less ethical companies, I will make sure I agree with what they are trying to achieve now. It'll be the ones who are trying to adapt, who are trying to redeem themselves, who are making an effort to unlearn their histories and learn from society and the public in order to change their image and their practices.

That is the best compromise I can come up with to try and keep all of you and my anxiety happy, and food in my cupboards and a roof over my head.

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These changes won't all be happening at once. They will be slowly implemented over the course of the entire month, but they will be put in place by midnight on August 31st, 2023.

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talenlee · 1 year

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Paperclippers

If you wanted to right now you could tune into Youtube or a bunch of podcasts and find any number of people, super soldier programs, space pilots, remote viewers and scientists who will tell you what life is like, in space, working for the space force, you know, the secret space force, and time spent on Mars, dealing with the natives and their relationships to earth life things like – well, you’d call them cryptids, like how they relate to benevolent cuttlefish AI in the political positions of the Sqatch. You know, the kind of thing.

And… they’re fantastic and exciting and they’re sometimes confusing and they’re usually incoherent and they almost always rely on some stuff that sounds like it doesn’t make sense, and the reason it doesn’t make sense is because you’re hearing the most exceptional stories of the most exceptional people filtered through the work of a lot of the rest of us.

And I mean a lot of us.

First things first, life on Mars, for almost all of us, is really boring. It’s boring because so much of what you do, on Mars, is exercise, and when you’re not doing exercise, you’re usually doing paperwork. But don’t worry, because they’ve designed the exercise bikes so that you can do paperwork, while you’re exercising. I’m not joking, your daily routine requires at least ten hours, hours, of monitored exercise. You can run on the treadmills but that’s bad for writing, you can lift weights and you’ll need to do some but when that happens, it’s time to what, listen to a bunch of podcasts, and inevitably, inevitably, you wind up on one of the seats, your feet on the pedals, and you

will

exercise.

The gravity’s low, you see. If you just go to Mars and treat it like, like you’re just on some kind of naval base in Hawaii or whatever, you will get sick in a month and you will die. Oh, you don’t die of ‘low gravity’ or ‘skipped leg day,’ you die of tearing a muscle in your shoulder and your cells just flooded into that space and you wind up with a bruise the size of a bowling ball because you tried to open a door too fast.

See, it’s one of those catch 22 things, too, because on a naval base, or the ISS, if you’re there too long and it affects your health, then they cycle you out. Guards at Chernobyl go home when they’ve hit their dose. Not on Mars. Do you know what the flight time is to get to Mars? It’s seven months, and because the planets being closer to one another is part of it, so you can’t even travel to, have a seven months trip, hang around for one month and come back. No, when you get there, assuming the weather holds, you’re there for at least another eight months earth time, and then it’s seven months back, but even that’s not reliable because earth’s orbit is different to Mars’ orbit and it’s these irregular overlaps of fractions and the point is if you’re there and you overdo it or you go wacky in the head, you aren’t getting shipped back home to recover in a fashion where that solves the problem.

No, what they do, if you have a hard time mentally, is they dope you up and stick you in an exercise wheel and they try to use hypnotherapy and brain patterning and all sorts of stuff to keep your head together until you either can get right or you’re in a state where they can ship you home. And then that takes seven months in which you’re boiling your brain in more drugs like you’re a microwave meal left in for an hour and it’s just a bad scene.

So.

They do not send you over lightly because even just sending you back costs a few million dollars, even if they’re getting a discount on bulk. And so, they pick the people who can handle it, and the main way they think you can handle it is if you can handle a job where mostly, you exercise, stay inside, and do paperwork. So much paperwork. That’s the thing, these guys on Youtube telling you stories about fighting with scorpion aliens and catfaced bugs, I’m not saying they’re all hopped up on drugs because they cracked early in the cycle and ran around in an exercise yard for seven months waiting to be thrown back to Earth. I mean, any of them who describe ‘wormholing’ to Mars or travelling to some place super fast? No, they are probably confused about being doped up on the trip and all the lost time from being half-conscious because seven months on a long haul drives you mental. But some of them did wild stuff, no doubts on that, sure. The issue is that they’re describing like the rock-star stuff, the stuff that happens so rarely, for the most part, you say it doesn’t happen. And when it does happen, you know what happens?

Someone’s gotta do the paperwork.

We don’t own Mars. We’re not sovereign there. The coalition of space services of Earth that operate on Mars aren’t even able to provide a unified front of their own. There’s treaties. There’s a reason the orders of President Eisenhower are still in effect, when your travel time is seven months you can’t exactly reverse movement in mid-transit. Means that we’re still finishing orders set up a long time because the policy is first in first out. The orders that were set up have to be finished and the policies have to be changed only when there are clean, discrete points of transition. When we went from the mobile base to the permanent underground base, then we negotiated new policies and rules, but now? They’re stuck in place until there’s another major point of transition.

And that means everything on Mars –

everything

that we do has to be accounted for.

If some yahoo super soldier goes out and fights and has an honour duel with a cat-tailed cave diver, then someone else has to come out to the location afterwards and collect everything. Everything. Every footprint has to be redeformed. Every crater, every scatter of blood, every single piece of human interface with Mars has to be catalogued, photographed, uncreated, archived and stored, and it needs to be stored in the very distinct, very specific location we’ve been designated. And that means when you travel sixteen kilometers away from base to look at rocks or wave at the Curiosity Rover in its quarry, then you have to spend as much time travelling back getting rid of your tracks the whole way, because you don’t want to give anyone who’s not aware who has access to a good telescope a reason to think there’s anything else on Mars.

You can’t leave anything. You account for everything.

And it means the bulk of the work, a bulk of the human work, isn’t exploring or looking at rock samples or managing alien encounters. It’s all, at the base, sifting through bag after bag after bag, listening to the aftermath of someone exciting and almost certainly stoned out of their gourd, as you scrape human interface of single individual rocks and then write down the information. When the shuttle leaves on those weird cycles, carrying the people finally finishing their shifts and the archived material and all the signs we were ever here and oh yes, in case you were wondering, all our unreclyeable waste, so yeah, we drink the water extracted from our poop, it’s doing it with an extravagent amount of pen-on-paper, physical, paperwork, made by an army of bored drones doing our best to just not lose it in the most long-term boring job in the world, knowing there’s a nonzero chance when we get returned to earth, we might be deemed an information leak risk and get doped up so we don’t remember it properly.

Which is why the stories don’t make sense.

And we can tell them to anyone who listens.

We call the work ‘paperclipping.’

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diaryofalamb · 4 months

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Jesus Christ, I expected my periods would be irregular for a bit after the surgery due to the weight loss and whatnot but my shit has been regulating with no problem. Before the surgery and before I got on birth control I was pretty regular, my period would come maybe like a day early or a day late depending on my stress but it would always show and stay for about four days. When I was on birth control, I stopped having the monthly bleeds and when I got off it (like January 2023) it took three months before I had my first bleed then I bled like two months after that. After surgery, it’s like I restarted my cycle. As in, soon as I got home from the hospital my period started, then a month and one week later my period again, and then exactly 28 days later it came again. I’m grateful for my health, I’m grateful for all the wonderful things my body can do for me, but DUDE. Seriously?! You couldn’t have waited maybe three months before making me worry about having menstruating stock everywhere I go?

With my time of the month now logged into the books where I can get prepared for it, I need to hold off on incorporating new foods into my diet during that week and a few days after because I can’t tell if I’ve been throwing up because of the food I’m eating or because my body is experiencing hormones and such. The emotional part is easy to tell why, but I had been waking up coughing and with the need to throw up (which I usually do minutes if not seconds after waking up) for the last three or four nights. I had this before soon after surgery, which I started taking medication for to ease the stomach acid building up and was working until now. If anyone is reading this and concerned, don’t be. If it continues past this week, I’ll head into my surgeons office and ask them to look into it but for today I will be having soup (nothing spicy or sour, just mild soup, what some might call dull) and possibly mashed potatoes or protein shakes to not irritate my stomach too much. I’ll also have my last meal at 7:30 at the latest and head to bed at 10 just so my stomach can properly digest it with enough time to do so.

I’ve been more active in my job, more passionate I believe so. There’s lots of things we’re planning for and events to do but so little of us. I’ve been able to keep myself somewhat active at work, with walking to the nearby store or restaurants to get lunch or for the hell of it. I’ve found myself at times making excuses to get up and walk around or to do something such as lifting or carrying. There are still times when I feel like I don’t want to get up to do something, whether it’s getting up to grab a remote or change the laundry or what have you, but for different reasons than in the past. If there’s talk of going somewhere that’s relatively close by, such as a store down the street or a 6 minute walk, I feel a preference to walk it rather than drive it. I don’t know, does that make sense?

I’ve gotten closer to A’s family I feel like. I partook in an event with them, a local outing and dinner afterwards, and I’ve been spending more time with my dads family, I’m actually going out of the country for a few days to visit my aunt and cousins on his side and I’m super excited. On my moms side, I don’t feel like my relationship has changed much. I love that side of my family, they’re wonderful and kind people, but I kind of always felt like they were ashamed of me. I thought that if I lost weight because of this surgery they would treat me differently, nothing major just slight differences but I’m not sure. I do want to plan a trip to see my moms side in person, I miss my baby cousins and my grandparents and my aunts, but I’m not too sure when I’d be able to go.

Anyways, I meant to give an update earlier and there are a few things I forgot to put into this that I meant to write about but I can just do another post. Probably a shorter update mainly about the eating and exercise and whatnot. I don’t know, we’ll see

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mrs-cookie-balls · 2 years

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TW menstruation, TW blood. Continue reading at your own risk. Lots of TMI.

I have always had really irregular periods, thanks in part to my weight fluctuation, thanks in part to PCOS, and a few other factors. So I am used to going months without one and then having severe bleeding/clotting for usually 10 days or so. That said, since the first week of May, I have only NOT bled 13 days. After the first seven weeks of golf ball sized clots literally 24/7, I called my OBGYN and even did an ultrasound and other testing to see what was going on. Nothing was super abnormal about my test results so I went on a medication that basically stops your bleeding. (It’s also used for consistent nose bleeds and other hemorrhages.) It worked like a charm. Then two weeks later, I started bleeding again. The clots have been smaller, but as persistent. They once again put me on the meds to stop the bleeding but it has not worked this time around. I am basically wearing diapers at this point and changing out super heavy overnight pads every few hours. The bleeding will not stop.

I have been dizzy as shit, feeling mostly insatiable when it comes to food, but then immediately bloated and uncomfortable the second I eat something. I have this feeling of vertigo without it really being vertigo. The best way I can explain it is like that first real blow into a balloon where you feel the rubber expand? That’s every muscle/nerve in my body. I am perpetually nauseated and have been weepy like it’s my job to cry.

No one can figure out what’s wrong with me. I’m exhausted figuratively, literally, mentally, emotionally. I just want it to be done. I want to sneeze without running to the bathroom and dealing with a murder scene. I want to not fake a smile while talking to my colleagues as another clot just ploops out of me. I am at the end of my fucking rope and don’t know what to do.

131 days with only a 13 day break in the middle. I can’t do this anymore.

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