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#happy Father’s Day weekend for those in the us btw
nyxthejinx · 1 year
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hey! i heard your requests were open and this is honestly something ive been wanting to request from someone for a long time but i was never sure if they did sibling dynamics,, until i saw your post haha
could i request some sibling headcanons with childe? preferably one close in age to him (maybe like one year younger)
dont be pressured to do this btw! feel free to delete my ask 💗 hope you have a good day <3
𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐳𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬
A/N: thank you for asking anon! I'm glad you found what you were looking for, hope you like it. I'm just sorry it took me so long, busy times :')
𝐓𝐖: Spoilers for Childe's past, super tiny bit of angst, one swear word ig, just you and Childe sibling-fighting.
𝐅𝐭.: Childe - GN!Reader (platonic)
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 814
𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Treehouse - Alex G, Emily Yacina
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𝐈𝐟 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬. Side by side through thick and thin, you and Ajax bring both havoc and cute displays of familial love capable of warming up the biting cold of snezhnaya.
Alright
You're either two menaces or polar opposites, no in between.
But in the end you share both happy bonding moments and "come here and let me strangle you" situations, yanno, ordinary administration.
Plus your relationship had its ups and downs with Ajax falling into the abyss. But family stays family right?
More under the cut!
As kids you used to venture together in the woods, little sledge in one hand and wooden swords in the other.
In case you don’t share Ajax’s adventurer spirit well, I’m sorry for u he’s dragging you out anyways <3
He’d pretend to be one of the characters from your father’s stories and play the hero, but he won't let you be the mc most of the time. Smack his face with a snowball >:(
Snowball fight -> tickle fight -> one of you gets “seriously” hurt and starts crying.
Cue for the other to shush them in fear of your parents' wrath, even tho they're not around.
But despite these little quarrels you tend to be mutually kind in your everyday life.
Someone broke something? Whoever is innocent tries to take the blame. The other intervenes and in the end you both get away with it.
You’re too cute and wholesome, your parents can’t punish you.
It started as an act of bravery and affection, and now it’s a strategy you always use >:)
Those times when Ajax wakes up because of a nightmare you scoop over and let him hide in your bed.
You'd even come up with bedtime stories of your own, where he's the strongest ever and nothing can hurt him. And of course he does the same for you.
You’re lovely really, But then you'd fight over the silliest shit </3
There was a time when he kept giving you the silent treatment, and you wouldn’t understand why??
After at least ten years of cohabitation you learned the telltale signs of his anger, but why was he mad? You just spent the weekend with your dad while he was stuck in his bed with a cold- oh.
Most of the times you apologise and clarify, you don't like it when silly conflicts put distance in your relationship.
Some other times you get mad in return.
That same day you stomp on the ice during their fishing session and all the fishes they've been waiting for hours swim away.
Ends up in a fight, and another headache for your dad who has to break it up before one of you falls in the water.
Your relationship is just beautiful, but Things change after he disappears into the abyss.
You were having one of your usual adventures and Ajax just disappeared.
Three days later he's back, but it's not the faded scratches on his skin or the rusty sword that worry you. It's his dead eyes.
You try to bring up the subject, tell him that you're here in case he wants to talk about it. But he just shows an empty smile and says that he's fine.
And the more you observe him, the more you don't recognise him.
It will take a long time before things start to resemble the past, between him joining the fatui and you chasing after your own ambitions and dreams.
Once Ajax finally finds courage to tell you what happened in the abyss, you kinda get into this habit of talking at least once a week.
You huddle for warmth in a blanket fort, fire crackling in front of you. Depending on the mood you'd confide your problems or talk about silly stuff. Even share silence sometimes.
He'll also make hot chocolate if you want <3
Ajax's the cook between you two, and for once he's grateful for his mother's unorthodox teachings. He bakes the best snacks ever.
But fatui business forces him to leave at a certain point, so all you can do is exchange pictures, letters and trinkets via mail.
Though you love each other it's inevitable for you to grow distant.
BUT
When family reunites from time to time the younger ones want to play board games, or just play in general.
That's when everything goes back to your childhood days, as you two team up and help Teucer, Anthon and Tonia win the game.
Your older siblings can do nothing and honestly they don't even bother to try <3 you're still a menace to society, more dangerous than ever.
A monopoly round once ended up with real money debt.
Your actual meetings are sporadic, but Ajax assures you that he's never forgotten the pinky promise he made you.
You'll see Teyvat together one day, and even conquer it if you'd like ;)
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pathosfell · 3 years
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me last night: ahh. I finished Luca. Tomorrow I’ll hopefully watch wish dragon after celebrating Father’s Day. Hopefully there isn’t much-
Me this morning: holy crap I forgot hermitcraft season 8 just dropped
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sargeant-bxrnes · 3 years
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1 step forward, 3 steps back.
warnings: rafe being… rafe. drug mention & consumption, cursing, toxic relationship, sexual situations/implications, mental health issues. ANGST.
[AN: this is the first thing i’ve written, ever, so my apologies if it’s not flawless ; also, english is not my first language, that’s a warning on its own]
my requests are open btw
click for my master list
word count: 4.4K
Called you on the phone today
Just to ask you how you were
All I did was speak normally
Somehow I still struck a nerve
“Hey,” you said in a soft tone as soon as Rafe picked up the phone, you were laying down on your bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Hey princess,” his tone was calm, but his voice was rough and raspy all together.
“How you doing?” you asked him, even though you’d seen him last night, up close.
“I’m doing great,” he replied in a surprisingly cheerful tone, which is weird this early in the morning. Rafe is not a morning person. “You sound tired.”
“I am tired,” you confirmed with a sigh. “Guess I have you to thank for that.”
“My pleasure.” he replied cockily, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could practically hear his proud smirk.
“So, what’s the plan today?” you asked in a casual tone, fidgeting with the edge of Rafe’s shirt, the one you wore to sleep.
“Uh, what do you mean?” he asked in a distracted tone, he sniffed subtly and coughed.
You knew what that meant, but still, you hoped it wasn’t what you deep down knew it was.
“Yeah, I mean—“ you said and made a brief pause. “Wanna go to the club? Maybe we can take a ride on the boat, you know, with food, alcohol... just us.”
“Can’t, I’m busy.” he said after a few seconds, if you didn’t know him better and his occasional mood swings, you would’ve said his tone was harsh.
"Really?" you asked in a soft tone, trying to disguise your disappointment with interest. "But I thought we were going out together today."
"Y/N, just because I'm your boyfriend it doesn't mean I have to be with you all the fucking time."
Okay, now he was definitely angry, you thought you said the right thing, but it still made him angry.
"Rafe-"
"No, Y/N. I have a life of my own, you know? Things to do besides you."
“That’s okay Rafe, I get it,” You said calmly, nodding your head softly. “Have fun today.”
Now you clearly heard the sound of him sniffing something and the sigh that left his lips after, and Barry’s voice in the background. “Don’t play the victim card on me, that’s not gonna work. I deserve to have some time off.”
“I didn’t,” you said softly. “And it’s okay baby, you’re right, you deserve to have some fun.”
“See? No need to be so fucking dramatic,” he said, his voice and words slurring. You? Dramatic? It was all him. “But don’t worry princess, I’ll drop by tonight and fuck the attitude out of you, yeah? That way I’m not just doing things with you, I’m doing you.”
And with such a vulgar comment and a harsh tone, Rafe hung up on you, leaving you completely dumbfounded and filled with incredulity.
What you did know for a fact, is that he would keep up his word. And judging by his tone of voice and how annoyed he was, you could already imagine the ache between your legs.
You got me fucked up in the head, boy
Never doubted myself so much
Like, am I pretty? Am I fun, boy?
I hate that I give you power over that kind of stuff
You knew exactly what you were getting into when you started hooking up with Rafe, and what you were committing to when you agreed to be his girlfriend.
You know that man carries more problems than he shows, he prefers to make himself appear as the Kook prince who lives a life of partying and money; hiding all the things that were going on in his head.
However, there were times when his attitude made you doubt yourself.
You couldn't help but think, ‘What if one day I don't manage to calm him down?’ ‘What if one day he realizes that there is someone prettier, or hotter, or wealthier out there?’
And Rafe would get angry if you doubted yourself. He would complain to you about it, saying you had no reason to be insecure about your looks; if you are absolutely gorgeous, or to feel insecure about your personality; if you were the most genuine person he'd ever met, and you could make him laugh until he forgot all his problems.
But what really made him furious was when you had doubts about the relationship itself, about whether or not he was capable of leaving you for someone else. He took those doubts personally, as if he wasn't trying hard enough to show you how much you mean to him.
When in reality; you were doubting yourself.
'Cause it's always one step forward
You were preparing dinner for you and Rafe, your family was out for the weekend, and Rafe had decided to spend it with you.
Your hair was tied up in a bun, your attire consisted of nothing but your underwear and a shirt that used to be Rafe's, but you took it so long ago that it's yours now.
Music from your shared playlist played in the background, as you danced absentmindedly with a spatula in hand, extremely calm and enjoying time with your boyfriend.
Rafe could do nothing but stare at you with admiration, you are literally the only good thing in his life; his little piece of heaven. You are everything to him.
As soon as Dark Red by Steve Lacy started playing, you let out an excited gasp. That song in particular is Rafe’s and yours, like… if you two had to choose a song to describe your relationship, it would be that one. It represented how you two did not always have good times, but your love prevailed.
Seeing you this happy, comfortable and at ease with him made Rafe's soul happy. All his life, he had done nothing else besides make people angry, disappointed, terrified. But with you, everything was different.
You were so focused on swaying your hips to the music and singing, that you didn't notice when Rafe stood up and walked over to where you were.
It wasn't until he stood behind you, chest to back and with his hands on your hips, that you realized he was closer. His head was bowed, you could feel his breathing close to your ear, so he was able to murmur in your ear the lyrics of the song:
“Only you, my girl, only you, babe,” he sang in your ear, his voice a soft whisper as he wrapped his arms around your body and started to sway with you. “Only you, darling, only you, babe.”
The gesture quickened your heart to unsuspected levels, you felt your knees weaken as you pressed closer to his body, appreciating his closeness as he pressed a kiss against your temple.
“You know I love you so much, right?” he mumbled in your ear, as you closed your eyes and relished his presence.
“I love you too, baby.”  you mumbled back, leaning your head against his chest, caressing one of his arms around your waist with your fingertips, and bringing your hand to his ash blond hair, stroking it softly.
and three steps back
“Why is he mad at you, again?” Topper asked you with a raised eyebrow, after witnessing Rafe utterly avoiding even looking at you when he walked into the room and then left without a word.
“Because I told Barry to not open the door if Rafe dropped by,” You replied with a shrug, closing your eyes and leaning back against the chair. “And when Rafe tried to lash out on him, Barry said it all had been ‘Mrs.Country Club’s’ request.”
“And he’s mad at you because you don’t want him to get all fucked up?” Topper questioned next, trying to understand the situation. But he never knew what the fuck you two were up to.
“Yes, but it’s Rafe, are you surprised?” you said with a heavy sigh.
“No, not really,” Topper admitted. “Honestly, I don’t know why you keep up with him, Y/N.”
“I ask myself that all the time…” you said with a deep sigh. “But I love him, so I guess that’s the answer.”
“And? I mean, I don’t want to be ‘that guy’ Y/N, but he’s…” Topper trailed off, apparently looking for the right word.
“I know exactly how he is, Topper, I don’t need you to remind me. I already think about that way too much.”
You and Topper had easily assumed that Rafe was no longer around, since he seemed to be making his best efforts to avoid you.
But Rafe was there, and he heard everything. He’d heard Topper giving you bad advice (or what he considered bad advice) And he heard you, having doubts about why you loved him or stood by him at all,and it made him want to lash out again.
I'm the love of your life until I make you mad
It's always one step forward and three steps back
Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand
No, I don't understand
[+18. Really]
“Leave me alone!” his voice boomed in the room, his brows furrowed and the veins in his neck were popping out.
“Rafe—“ you tried once again, approaching slowly in an attempt to place a hand on his shoulder, but he waved it away aggressively.
“Leave-me-alone,” he said, pausing in between each word to emphasize on how much he meant it. His eyes were bloodshot, his nose had specks of white dust, his lips were dry and his voice was coarse.
You weren’t entirely sure what you could say to get him to calm down. Or if there was anything at all you could do.
Normally, what upsets him the most is Ward. His own father. Rafe has spent his whole life trying to prove he's a good son, to make his father proud, and Ward never appreciates his efforts, only notices the bad, and ignores Rafe's clear calls for help, has since Rafe was 10 years old, so he certainly wasn't going to pay attention to him now that Rafe finally had a steady girlfriend, someone who had willingly decided to help.
95% of the time, you managed to talk to Rafe before he decided to resort to intoxication. Most of the time just seeing you helped him calm down, hearing your voice soothed him, and your lips, your skin, put him in a state of peace.
But the other 5% is when Rafe resorted to alcohol and, above all, drugs.
When Rafe is upset and decides to get high, he only manages to become unstable, erratic and yes, aggressive if not handled with care.
In those situations, the best thing you can do, putting yourself first, is to give him his space. Let him screw himself as much as he wants for that day, and help him deal with the consequences the next day, while you listen to him lament his attitude.
Rafe always said he would quit the vice; claiming you were all he needed to calm himself down, that you made him feel at peace. And above all, that you weren't slowly killing him; on the contrary, every minute he spent with you made him feel more alive.
However, for one reason or another, he always came back to it. Whether it was at a party, because Kelce suggested it, or, as is almost always the case, when he's upset with his father and needs quick relief.
And usually, this ‘quick relief’ ends up with Rafe fucked up, big time.
Once he was convinced that you wouldn't try to intervene again, Rafe went back to his business. He turned to the table, and since he already had the line ready, he simply leaned over and inhaled it, throwing his head back, running his hand through his hair and exhaling as he closed his eyes.
You exhaled heavily, shaking your head as you stared at your feet.  You knew he would struggle to quit, after all it is an addiction and he has to fight it, but sometimes you get the impression that Rafe doesn't want to quit, not really.
"Do you want to help me?" asked Rafe eventually, turning his head to look at you. You didn't know if it was a trick question or not, so you hesitated before answering. "Answer me."
"Yes, of course I want to, Rafe." you replied with your respective hesitations, wondering what he was up to.
"Come here then," he said, making a 'come hither’ sign with his fingers.
You took a hesitant step but stopped, your eyes narrowing as you analyzed Rafe, trying to determine his intentions.
He raised both eyebrows in your direction, in a silent question of whether or not you're going to go with him.
Eventually you walked over to where Rafe was, he smiled at you while biting his lip lightly. Without saying anything he approached you and kissed you; the drugs made his senses heighten, so the kiss was intense from the beginning.
So that's when it made sense to you what he wanted, he wanted you. Your most obvious thought is that he would use you to take out your frustration, put the drugs aside and, most likely, fuck you.
Your idea seemed to be the right one as soon as Rafe grabbed you by the waist, still with his lips on yours, left a little bite on your lip before pulling away; and without any problem, lifted you off the floor and placed you on the table.
It's something you wouldn't admit out loud,—mostly out of shame and guilt,—but this kind of sex with Rafe was the best, he's completely unrestrained, rough, full of stamina and teasing, and above all, possessive. And that, in combination with his attractiveness, always drove you crazy.
And honestly; if what he wanted was to fuck you to take out his frustration, you'd let him.
His kisses were hungry and his hands desperate, running all over your body without distinction, as if he didn't know where to start.
He parted his lips from yours, and left a kiss at the corner of them, on your jaw; and began to make a little trail of slow kisses down your neck. The feeling of his lips on your neck made you bite your lip as you wrapped your legs around his waist to feel him closer.
You slid your hand under his shirt, caressing his defined abs and the sides of his body gently with the tips of your fingers, as he left little bites on your neck. Your hands slowly moved up, intending to remove his shirt, but Rafe was quicker and brought his hands to the edge of your shirt, causing you to stop your movements to raise your arms, so he could remove your shirt with ease. And so he did.
He parted his lips from your neck and stared at you, the hunger in his eyes made you feel a fire in the pit of your stomach that only he could put out.
Desperately, your lips connected again as he settled between your legs. One of his hands traveled to your neck, and he wrapped his fingers around it, pressing lightly to the sides. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head; though he couldn't see it.
With just enough strength, Rafe used the grip he had on your neck to push you down onto the table, so that you were lying on top of it.
As soon as he leaned over the table, you could feel his breath over abdomen, so you bit your lip in anticipation for what was to come.
He began to leave slow, wet kisses on your abdomen, making a slow trail to the edge of your shorts. Your automatic reaction was to close your eyes and put a hand in his hair, stroking it gently.
What you didn’t know is that the fact that you closed your eyes had given Rafe an opportunity he couldn't miss. Without you noticing, he slid a hand to the side of the table, where the small bag of white powder was.
To conceal his actions, he unbuttoned your shorts, and returned his lips to the beginning of your abdomen for more time.
The little bite he left to distract your attention caused a gasp to escape your lips; and that sound almost caused him to change plans completely.
He did want to fuck you, don’t get him wrong. He even had a mental debate about whether to continue what he was doing or simply sink his head between your thighs and provoke more sounds like that.
But he wanted to try something first. He had always wanted to try it, but had never asked you, because he knew that you would most likely say no.
With ease, he slid your shorts down your legs; so that they stayed at your ankles or fell to the floor; he didn't care. One of his hands slid into your underwear with ease, his fingers going straight to where he knew you needed him the most.
Trusting that you would not open your eyes, carefully, he put the white substance on your body, so delicately you didn’t notice. He began to prepare to inhale, while biting his lip in reaction to the sinful sounds that left your lips.
And obviously, without warning, Rafe inhaled a line from your thigh.
And all your sounds stopped, your eyes opened and your expression was filled with surprise, the bad kind.
You couldn't believe what Rafe had just done, you felt like an idiot for falling into the trap.
You also had to bite your lip to keep from letting out a moan in reaction to what his fingers were doing in between your legs, but your pride forbade it.
But more than anything else, you were outraged.
“Rafe, you did not just—“
“It felt nice, yeah?” Rafe’s voice was hoarse, you could feel his breath over your skin, as he left little kisses around. “After all, I did feel you clench around my fingers.”
His dirty words, hoarse voice, and close proximity to your body, not to mention his fingers deep inside you, caused you to let out a soft moan, causing Rafe to smirk in what he thought was victory.
But you wouldn't let him win this little game.
Although you really didn't want to, you grabbed his hand by the wrist and pulled him away, your legs trembling slightly at the sudden lack of anything between them.
Rafe's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as soon as you pushed him away from you and got off the table, lifting your shorts off the floor and putting them back on without a word.
"What are you doing?"
You didn't answer, as you searched for  your shirt, feeling his heavy gaze on your body.
"Y/N, where do you think you're going?"
“I’m leaving you alone as you asked me to, remember?” you said in irony. “Before you sniffed a line off me after I begged you to quit that shit?”
“Oh, so now you’re playing the victim?” his voice rose. “Don't- Don’t act as if you wouldn’t have let me fuck you less than a minute ago!”
"Yes I would have let you, to distract you from that shit!" you admitted to him, failing to control your anger. "I said I wanted to help you, to distract you, to give you something different to do. Not that I'd give you another place to snort lines from!"
Rafe knew you were right, of course he did.
You had spent months after months trying to get him to quit, you had offered him countless hours of your days to give him something new to do, distractions, attention and love. And this is how he had decided to pay you back?
But Rafe was angry too, very. You had interrupted him, you were yelling at him; and you had left him so hard, that it would start to hurt unless he did something about it.
“Fine, then get the fuck out of here.” Rafe spat, his anger clearly getting the best of him.
Your eyes widened at that, you hadn't expected him to react like that.
Your best case scenario would be that your attitude would piss him off, yes, but that he would retaliate by getting you back to the table and showing you everything you were missing.
Instead, he simply took your word for it and told you to get out of the room.
“What?”
“You heard me, get out.”
“Rafe—“
“You uh, you have three options, yeah? You let me fuck you over that table and do whatever I want, you get out of here, or I’ll get you out of here.”
The first offer was tempting, it really was, but you wouldn’t allow him to talk to you like that. Before anything, came respect and dignity, and no matter how much you wanted him to fuck you silly, you were too angry and disappointed at him to let it slip.
Blinking repeatedly to chase away the tears from your eyes, you grabbed your phone from the other end of the table, your jacket from Rafe's bed, and walked out of there without another word as you heard him calling your name.
And maybe in some masochistic way
I kinda find it all exciting
Like, which lover will I get today?
Will you walk me to the door or send me home cryin'?
Your relationship with Rafe was unique.
Not because of the circumstances in which it was created. A one-night-stand that turned into something casual, that was formalized after a dinner.
If not for Rafe.
You loved him, no doubt about it. You would give anything to see him happy and at peace, at peace with himself and succeeding in his life.
Rafe would do anything for you, really, anything. No matter how risky, demanding or dangerous, he would do anything for you.
He would die and kill for you.
But that surely didn’t mean it was an easy relationship, hell no. In fact, the willingness both of you had to do anything for each other sometimes made things too complicated; for at times it seemed that not a single rational thought crossed your minds.
And yes, Rafe’s addiction was a big issue. Whenever he was too high, or going through withdrawals, he wasn’t the Rafe you knew or had grown to love, it was another side of him you wanted to help get rid off. And the process wasn’t easy.
While trying to get clean; there was no way to know how he’d behave. He could either get clingy and want you around at all times to calm himself down, or he’d be in a very bad mood all the time, constantly snapping at you and raising his voice.
So there were days where he’d walk you to the door of your house and leave you there with a tender kiss and a smile.
Or days when you’d get out of his truck without a word, with tears streaming down your cheeks while he kept yelling for probably the stupidest thing.
No, it's back and forth, did I say something wrong?
It's back and forth, goin' over everything I said
It's back and forth, did I do something wrong?
'It's back and forth, maybe this is all your fault
Rafe knew he wasn’t okay. After all, he had begged his father for help, begged for anything that would get those thoughts to stop, but his father hadn’t listened, had only told him to ‘man up.’
You knew he wasn’t okay. Which is why you wanted to help him, to offer the support no one else had bothered to give him before he met you.
Whether he wanted it or not, those thoughts were still there. Being with you made them easier to ignore, but it’s not like they vanished entirely. He still had some ideas that made his own skin crawl.
And sometimes, you’d say or do the wrong thing and trigger those thoughts. And things got bad again for him.
Rafe knew you wanted nothing but to help him get better and be the best version of himself, and he really wanted to give you that. To change and make an effort. Not only for himself but for you. He wanted to be a man worthy of your love.
But it was hard to be anywhere near decent when you two went out and a guy stared at you for longer than Rafe’s limits allowed, or when guys tried to hit on you, when his friends got a little bit too close for his comfort.
Whenever he got jealous, he turned into a walking, talking ticking bomb. Anything could, and would set him off.
It wasn’t your fault, not really, but most of the time you felt it was. You knew Rafe dealt with a lot of insecurities already, of not being a nice person, not being good enough and so many other things. And you hated being one of the factors that caused his insecurities to arise.
And I'd leave you, but the roller coaster is all I've ever had
It was a complicated relationship, and it would probably never stop being complicated because both of you are complex people, plus there are other factors that affect the relationship.
But that didn't mean either of you would stop fighting to keep it alive. Neither would let the other go.
Rafe utterly refused to ever let you go. He loved you as he had never loved anyone, as he never thought himself capable of loving with that twisted heart of his.
You are, without exception, the best thing in his life, the best thing that ever happened to him. And you being in his heart was slowly turning him into who he had wanted to be during all those years of loneliness.
And you would never let him go, because you loved him with all your heart, soul and nerve of your body. And because you know that no one will ever love you like him. With so much passion, intensity, honesty and purity.
Because every feeling Rafe expressed with you was true; he was himself with you. And you didn't want to let him go.
Even if the two of you went one step forward, and three steps back, that single step would be longer than any step life makes you take backwards.
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pandajaye · 3 years
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Todoroki Family Ties (Part 8)
Characters: Enji Todoroki, Stepmom!OC!Ivy (Ivy is black btw), Child!Shoto Todoroki, Teen!Touya Todoroki, Preteen!Fuyumi, Child!Natsuo
Warnings: mention of abuse, sexual themes
After the short conversation over the phone, Enji came back inside and explained everything to Ivy after sending the boys to bed. “So, I’m taking Shoto and Touya with me to pick them up from their grandparents’ house. If you don’t mind, I’d like for you to stay here. I want Fuyumi and Natsuo to have a little more warm up time with their brothers before they meet you.” In three days, Enji’s other two children, his second and third born, were to be put back into Enji’s custody. He was filled with excitement and missed them so much but he kept his stoic expression while talking about it.
Two years ago, Enji’s ex-wife, and mother to his four children, Rei, was admitted to a mental hospital for assaulting Shoto. Of course this was kept under wraps from the press but those closest to the family knew what happened while the outside world assumed she was murdered. Ivy herself wasn’t made aware of the situation until recently either. It made the number two hero look bad and gave him a terrible rep. Everyone was scared to look his way and lots of people wanted him fired from the position of hero, but their simple opinions weren’t enough to budge the idea.
Rei’s parents were horrified by the real news and saw how people were reacting to the situation. It influenced them to ask Enji to give up custody to them for the time being until they saw Enji fit to be a father again. He loved them dearly and that’s why he didn’t fight on the decision. Touya and Shoto would need training for their abilities but Fuyumi and Natsuo would be better off with the ice side of the family. On the upside, the boys got to see them when they visited every other weekend.
Enji was allowed to see them too but in a more supervised visitation way before he had to leave. Every time he had to go, the little “Bye, dad.” from Fuyumi as she hugged him tight broke his heart. She’d often shed a few tears about it but Natsuo wasn’t as vocal about how he felt. He’d only give half hugs and keep his head down the whole time. But when that car turned and went in the opposite direction of the house, he never stopped watching it. Even after it was out of view. No matter what feelings he showed, on the inside, he wished he was in the car with him. It’s not that his grandparents were bad in any way, they were great! He just hated the way they talked about him behind his back. When they thought Natsuo wasn’t listening. But he always heard it. And it always made his mouth taste bitter and his head hurt. Sure his dad messed up, but he was still just that. His dad. Soon, lost time would be made up for, and he and Fuyumi were over the moon about it.
Three days passed by quicker than expected. Two more children would enter the four person household Ivy was used to and nervous was an understatement for how she was feeling. Enji had already left with Touya and Shoto and for the time being, Ivy was alone. She spent the entire morning preparing for Natsuo and Fuyumi’s arrival. There were treats set out in the living room and in their own rooms, generous gift baskets filled with more treats and some trinkets she hoped they would enjoy. Even a nicely decorated banner up that read ‘Welcome Home!!’ in big letters.
Now she just anxiously sat on the couch. Waiting. Imagining how they would react to this new woman in their lives. Wondering if they’d even like her. To be honest, if they wanted her to leave, she would. Their family already needed to heal, it’s not fair that this random person just showed up and joined in and they’ve never even met her before. What if they hated her? Oh god. She’d fall apart. “Fuck. Now I’m more anxious than I was at first.” Not that it was a spoken rule, but something about your new step kids seeing you having a panic attack for their first impression that didn’t seem right to Ivy. So a few deep breaths, and she was able to stop one before it started. Until the panic was revived when the door started to open. She scrambled to her feet and picked up a plate of snacks from the table. ‘Here we go.’
“Ivy, we’re home!” Enji opened the door and Shoto and Touya entered first. She wondered if the other kids came until she saw two more small beings behind Enji. First, a beautiful young girl with glasses. Hair white and eyes grey like Rei’s with small bits of red for decoration. She held on to Enji’s hand while he closed the door. Another kid appeared next to her. A boy. A bit taller than her. Though he was younger, he inherited Enji’s height genetics. For a ten year old, he was as big as Touya, maybe even an inch taller than his fifteen year old brother. Then again, apparently Touya took a while to have his growth spurt. The tall boy’s hair was white like Touya and his sister’s, three little stripes of red on each side just above his ears.
Ivy immediately wore a smile as warm as the sun. “Welcome home, guys! I’m Ivy, nice to meet you!” The two just looked at each other and then their dad, who nodded towards her. Their gaze went to her but they still didn’t respond. Ivy just stood there, frozen, too scared to move. Touya took the opportunity to take the cookies out of her hand and head to his room, Shoto gorged on all the other snacks and Enji reprimanded him to not spoil his dinner. “I-I’m sorry,” Ivy got down on her knees, “I guess I’m a little obnoxious. So much for a first impression, huh?” Her head rested in her hands. Maybe she could just turn invisible so they wouldn’t see her blazing embarrassment.
During her internal breakdown, a small hand rested on her shoulder. Ivy looked up, the 2nd oldest standing in front of her and giving her a small smile, her brother not far behind. “Hello. I’m Fuyumi. This is my brother, Natsuo. Or just Natsu for short. Nice to meet you.” After Fuyumi’s introduction, Natsuo stepped forward and smiled down at Ivy. “Hiya, stepmom!” He glanced and pointed at the table where his little brother was enjoying himself. “Is all this for us? For reals?” She nodded, a huge grin on her face. “Heck yeah, dude. I ain’t no evil stepmom. I’m fun and spoil my step-babies.” Shoto stuffed another treat into his face before giving a thumbs up. “It’s true! She’s really nice and sweet. You’re gonna love her. I know I do!” Natsuo took a second and hugged Ivy before running to join his baby brother.
Fuyumi stayed, kneeling in front of Ivy. “So.... you love our dad? Is he nice to you?” Obviously, Fuyumi was smart. There was no need to be dishonest. She knew how her father was, what he did, and know she was asking if he was the same as he used to be. “Well.... he’s had to work on his attitude and how he expresses himself. But he’s definitely gotten a lot better from when we were first together. He wants to be a better man for his family and atone for his actions. He’s really winning my forgiveness everyday.”
Ivy turned to look at Enji who had taken a seat on the couch and was watching the boys indulge. There was a content smile on his face. Seeing their happiness gave him some of his own. It was definitely a nice change from the dejected faces of the past. “Fuyumi,” Ivy continued. “You don’t have to forgive your father if you don’t want to. But if you ever find yourself wanting to, and you have questions, or really questions about anything ever, you can talk to me. I want to be here for you and your brothers as much as I can. I know what it’s like to have a conflicting childhood. I wasn’t surrounded by love like you have been, but that doesn’t lessen the significance of anything you guys have been through compared to my situation. I want us to be a family and I hope I can grow on you in good time.” Fuyumi hesitated before hugging her new stepmother. “I already know you will.” Ivy embraced the hug. The rush of oxytocin was so satisfying.
“Please excuse me.” Fuyumi rose and went to sit next to her father who grinned when she joined them. This was his second chance. He already missed a few years with her and Natsuo and he couldn’t bare to miss anymore. Enji honestly felt like he needed them probably as much as they felt like they needed him. The moment he found out he could get them back he had developed a certain glow. That was the look of a man who got his babies back, and eventually, they’d have to really sit down and talk about why they had to go in the first place. As for now, they just needed to enjoy each other’s company.
At dinner, Ivy got to learn even more about her new family members. Like how Fuyumi wants to be a culinary genius one day. And how one of Natsuo’s favorite moments was when a puppy approached him on the street when he was having a bad day and made him feel so much better. Ivy hung to every word they spoke, it was all just so interesting. It got to the point where every time Natsuo thought of something new to tell, he’d interrupt his sister which Enji had to try and prevent a couple times. Though he was excited that they were already intrigued by Ivy, there was still an order of manners that needed to be abided by.
Even at bedtime, they still had so much to say, but Ivy had to ask them to wait and tell her tomorrow. They groaned but listened to her and went to bed. “They are so amazing, Enji.” Ivy smiled up at the big guy next to her, a sparkle in her eyes. “They seem to really like you. I’m glad tonight was such a success.” He pulled her into his lap and kissed her. “I know. I’m so happy, too. They’re really great kids and I wanna be the best stepmama that I can be for them. So much has happened to those sweet babies and I wanna make sure they smile from now on.” While she was talking, Enji spread little kisses on her cheeks and neck.
Ivy was quietly enjoying it, falling into a trance, but shuffled when she felt his heavy paw dragging up her thigh. “Enji-” “You’re such a great stepmother, Ivy.” He whispered into her ear while nuzzling her neck, gently nipping at the skin. “Have you ever thought about becoming just a regular mother?” She could barely hear him over the blood that started to flow around ears from how hot she was getting. “Yes. Why? Are you offering to make me one?” They worked together to move her legs so that she was straddling his waist. “If you think you’re ready for it....” His hands breached the hem of the shorts she was sleeping in, there was an ease of access since she didn’t usually sleep in underwear. The feeling of his strong digits doing nothing other than simply working her most sensitive areas made her head fall back. “I would love.... to put a baby in you, honey.” In the midst of the sudden heat rising in the room, the sounds of sloppy kisses and horny giggles began to transpire.
“Oh, Enji!~”
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Tell me about the 5 things that make you happy and then ask the same thing to at least 10 people who have reblogged your posts before!
Thank you for the ask!
Alright here we go (in no particular order)
1) FAMILY MOVIE NIGHT! My mom is pretty much always busy with her job and my sister is always chasing the latest c-dramas so when we have the time to sit down and watch a movie without any outside distractions? Best feeling ever. (Also I don't trust them and always confiscate their phones.)
Close second and it's related to family so I'll just put it here. On most Saturdays my mother's younger brother and his family will come back for dinner and I always love interacting with my cousins. Especially my younger cousin brother! He's 9 and a total Rockhead he always used to bang his head against the rest of ours and giggle himself mad while we groan in pain. My sister and my cousin sister are closer both in age and relationship and it's always so funny to see them interacting bc they're the personification of this image:
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(I don't watch The Simpsons btw so if this image has an underlying meaning I don't know it)
2) Validation. This comes in many forms. When I cook dinner on Sundays, when I fix a problem for my technological stumped older relatives or even a single like and reblog from Tumblr users. Ma'am your asks literally made my day I don't usually get asks
3) Singing! Music in general honestly. I hear a new song that I like and my soul is healed for that brief moment in time. Some of my earliest memories involve music. And my father. My father loved music. He taught me how to ride a bike with the Beatles' Let it Be playing in the background. We celebrated my first birthday at a hotel and the live band sang Happy Birthday to me. My mom still has the video and photos.
I'm in a choir and my teacher always chooses amazing SATB pieces. And while I might groan and moan over learning those old songs (mostly cus I don't learn any musical instruments and thus have the best worst knowledge of key signatures a person whose been learning scores since she was 10 could possibly have), those end results are always amazing and I never miss a performance if I can help it.
Side note I joined my current choir company bc my school choir kicked me out for being too hyperactive. Thanks guys
However, the silver lining is that I've made so many friends for life and I know for a fact that my current choir has offered me so much more than my school choir possibly could. For example, I've never flown in an airplane until we went to Hong Kong to compete in its International Music Competition (we won gold btw) and I've been to Kuching to perform for a weekend music festival.
Ahem. I got sidetracked
4) Books! Been escaping reality via those funky words engraved on dead trees circa 2009 baby! (Literally still remember the first novel I read. The Mystery of the Disappearing Cat by Enid Blyton. I didn't read the first book of the series until I was 15 bc the Mystery of the Disappearing Cat was my mom's and she had every single book in the series except for the first one.)
5) Creating in general. Mayhem. Confusion. Dinner. Sometimes I switch things up and stir all 3 together and serve them in a pot.
Okay seriously I love putting things together. IKEA furniture. Powerpoints. Meals. Puzzles. Young me would tire of the same old picture and put the puzzle together backward, with the picture lying on the table surface and a blank slate for me to piece together. (I think that's partly why you'll hardly see me write a fic here. I'm more for analyzing the details than anything.)
Probably gonna pursue a career in interior designing but I also said that about singing, a theatre career, and who knows what else so we'll see
Tagging: @voidsteffy @platanchorsociety @acenancy @the-magnificunt @bess-turani-marvin @sargentsblu @acehardy @naancypants @nancydrew428 @naceistruelove
(I really hope I didn't tag someone's main blog and side blog)
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centuriantalevevo · 3 years
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A list of my MANY Draco Headcannons
Draco had an older sister who died a few weeks to a month before his first hear
His sister gave her life to save him, had she not done so, he would've been ran over. He watched her die in the hospital, after a few weeks of being in a ventilator (his father making them take her off of it), meaning he can see Thestrals.
He's bisexual and GNC (No! N O T Nonbinary. He's gender nonconforming, meaning he doesn't conform to gender roles), and is supportive of trans people, he has a younger cousin (the youngest of all his cousins) who is Trans (MtF) and woukd protect that girl with his life.
He finds Harry hot, and is jealous of him, but would not date him because he also hates him.
He can speak MULTIPLE languages, and is fluent in Japanese, he can speak conversational Japanese and can translate advanced slang. He can translate MASA songs, that tells you everything.
He has 3 different accents, he was born in Scotland grew up there for a time, then moved to Australia as a child, and then to Britain so he can do a Scottish, Australian and British accent. However, he cannot so an American accent and hates even attempting it.
He has a lot of exotic pets, a lot of tarantulas, snakes, even a few scorpions. He also has a dog, cat and horses. Of course he'd have horses, my mans he is filthy rich.
We're setting my headcannons in modern day setting, meaning like 2000s era, because it makes my life easier. With that said, as much as he makes himself out to hate all things muggle related, secretly he doesn't hate muggle things, he enjoys them but pretends he hates them because his father forces him to. He has a YouTube channel is amazing at using UTAU, Vocaloid, and other VSynths, he also works on his own VSynth and his own UTAU banks, he also is good at MMD.
If anyone dares misgender a trans person especially a trans person that is his family or friend, he will start a war
His mom is supportive of him and is the better parent. Draco favorites his mom over his dad
Megurien Luka is best girl to him and he would absolutely marry her if able to
When in around 3th year, some Icelandic kids asked him to help them start a language club, for those who wanted to learn languages, etc, because he knew the most languages, he agreed.
He's definitely had his fair share of boyfriends
Even though his father doesn't approve, he says fuck it down with approval
He more than likely finds Lil Nas X a little hot, same with CoryxKenshin and MacDoesIt, even if his gay cousin disagrees. I said what I said.
His first crush was a guy, back when he was about 9 to 10. That crush was his best friend as well, and a muggle at that. Unfortunately, the boy (who was also around his age), died of cancer. The boy was technically his first kiss. While in the hospital, the boy wanted to kiss a boy before he died, because that boy DEFINITELY knew he didn't like girls, Draco carried that for him. I made it sad didn't I?
His older sisters name was Alice
His cousins names, Oldest to Youngest, are Dominic, Darla, Demi and Jamie. Dominic is Gay, Darla is a Lesbian, Demi is Ace, and Jamie is a trans girl. Dominic and Darla are twins
Narcissa is SCARY when mad, and Draco is more likely to listen to her over Lucius
Draco loves playing Apex Legends-
He can speak Scots
This mans goes to Japan like every summer, he has some Japanese friends there, and goes to see Magical Mirai and NicoNicoCho Parties-
He likes playing VR Chat and often talks to the Japanese players, but also the French and Spanish players
He's trying to learn Chinese but is very butchered in the language
Since Hermione is a muggle, she definitely plays the game, and Draco has seen her in there over 100 times, and is often times speaking in Japanese when that happens so she never realizes.
He likes to insult her in game in various languages
This bitch made a freaking VTuber model you can't change my mind
He's good at math, and learned from his sisters friend Rowan (MAY OR MAY NOT be a reference to Hogwarts Mystery-)
He's Bipolar, has a hell of a lot of trauma, suffers from depression and has ADHD
He HAS been put in a mental facility quite a few times, and has tried to kill Lucius in his sleep
He has sleep paralysis
He definitely finds Blaise Zabini hot
He is unable to be canceled, he comes back from the grave
He hates Ron because, unlike Draco, Ron actually has siblings still (minus I think.. Fred dying, but Draco couod sympathize with George on that feeling), he's jealous if Ron because he still has his brothers and sister
My mans hates his dad so much holy crap
I plays a LOT of Project Diva and can complete a lot of songs on EXTREME and EXEXTREME mode
Common World Domination- he likes that song
His theme song(s): Rolling Girl, My Immortal, Unhappy Refrain, Unknown Mother Goose, Two-Faced Lovers, The Lost Ones Weeping, Futaride (The Two Of Us), World Is Mine
He loves Weekender Girl, Sadistic.Music♾Factory, and This Is The Happiness and Peace of Mind Committee
He definitely knows all the English Lyrics for This Is The Happiness and Peace of Mind Committee
He really wants to have like a Miku Expo or Magical Mirai esque show in Higwarts with nothing but the banks he has and holograms of them. Please just let him have holograms of the UTAU, VOCALOID, and SynthV Voicebanks he has- let this man's have a concert
Fuck you. Un-Dracos your Draco-
He absolutely goes to Pride and wants Hogwarts to have a Pride Month type of thing
He's a whole Atheist
I may or may not be projecting onto him
He's good at horse back riding
He plays piano
He for a while thought he was trans but just realized he's just GNC lol
We hate JK Rowling in this household
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The Draco picture belongs to Anyeka, I just added the Bi pin and the background...
That's my lockscreen btw-
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shipuu · 3 years
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So i find tratie adorable so this how i think they got together
We are gonna make this realistic not that “fell in love when we were 16 and somehow managed to stay together through everything”. Nothing wrong with that trope. But like i said ~~realistic
Katherine gardner - originally from washington dc. She went to gerogetown uni.
She has always been passionate about the plants and first decided to major in Agricultural Studies, but then she didnt really like it.
So she switched to environmental studies. Not exactly about plants per se. But still related to the environment.
She sees the way humans are destroying the world and genuinely wants to help
Shes got good friends in college, sleeps around a little bit. Has a good relationship with her father.
Extremely hard working. Work ethic 1000000. Graduated with honors. Got a job at an enviromental consultancy firm in new york.
Travis off to college. I believe he went to a college in ny to be close to CHB and connor. Probably a community college seeing as he couldnt afford other unis
Nothing wrong with that. His relationship with his mom is rocky. So she wouldn’t be able to help out.
Majored in business administration. He takes it lightly his first year, seeing as how he isn’t used to the education system because he lived at CHB his whole life.
He genuinely wants to be successful. To have a life for himself and connor. So after first year kicks his butt, he works hard and raised his GPA the following years.
Extremely good at math and numbers. He steal messes around, playing pranks on people but nothing harmful. Also sleeps around a lot. (Nothing wrong with that)
Malcolm pace made an offhanded comment about how travis should start a new club at uni called “how to steal” and he considers it before shoving the idea away.
During the summer, he helps chiron with any business related things (tax forms, buying shirts, selling strawberries). Connor and him still play a lottttt of pranks
Graduated with honors. Lives in brooklyn With connor who is currently attending college. They still visit CHB from time to time.
So this one time, he steals something but then gets caught. Nothing expensive. A petty offence really. He calls chiron up to save his ass but chirons like NOPE.
So he gets charged. And the court gives him community service since it really was a petty offence.
He has to work with those “plant a tree” volunteer services during the weekend.
Katie is also volunteering there for fun and mostly because during the weekend, she has time to spare.
Travis goes there and is genuinely surprised to see her since he hasnt seen her in 4 years. ( she doesnt visit CHB as often. And even when she does she doesnt see the stolls)
Katie is genuinely surprised too.
First day, they dont talk the whole morning- just planting trees. Katie is still curious as to why he is here. So by the afternoon she asks him.
Shes isnt one bit surprised about the stealing thing. She also forgave them about the Easter Bunny cabin incident as it was 8 years ago??¿¿
Hes kinda nervous and blushing when he tells her the truth. Tbh he had a tiny crush on her back when they were teens. But it sorta went away, as they didnt interact much.
They catch up and its mostly just small talk. The next day, they talk more and katie realises travis has changed. He isn’t as annoying anymore. Travis also realises that katie has changed as she doesnt lecture and scold people anymore. Shes become more chill
The volunteering thing is over so they exchange numbers, promising to keep in touch. However over text, their convo is dry seeing as they arent THAT close and with their busy adult lifes. They slowly drift apart.
Fast forward another year. Katie works at her environmental firm and they start a new project. The firms brings in business consultants because the project has to be a success. One of the consultants is obvio TRAVISSSSSS.
Again both of them are surprised to see each other. Like always they dont really talk in the beginning. Mostly small talk. But then they get paired together for a part of the project.
So then it begins, late nights, coffee runs, laughter at 11pm in the office. Trying to work on numbers and investors and getting the most out reach on this project.
They get to know each other on a much higher level. They start to like each other but wont say anything.
Travis admits katie is gorgeous. And katie admits travis is handsome (not to each other. They just think about it)
2 months later, katie invites travis over to work on the project, trying to come up with an action plan. He brings over beer. And they settle in. Its 2 am. And they both are tipsy.
The project is long forgotten, and start talking about weird things like is cereal soup? Is gucci even worth it?
Its 2 am. Katies apartment is dim because of the lighting. They are both drunk. Sitting on the floor, extremely close to each other. Travis find hers absolutely gorgeous. Her cheeks are flushed coz of the alcohol. And shes wheezing so hard coz of what he said.
Katie thinks he looks hot as hell. And with his knowledge on business she finds him 1000 times more attractive.
Travis kisses her first, he pulls back about to apologise, before katie grabs him by the shirt and kisses him back. They have drunk sex on the carpet.
When travis wakes up the next morning, he realises he fucked up. Sleeping with a coworker. What was he thinking? You dont mix business and pleasure.
So he leaves her apartment. And when katie wakes up to see him not there she is kinda hurt.
They see each other in the office next day. And travis cant make eye contact with her. Katie is super confused because she thought he had a good time.
When everyone goes to lunch. She grabs travis and pushed him into a broom closet. And practically interrogates him.
Travis admits he likes her and she says the same. They’re super close to each other(coz of the tiny closet). The electricity in the air is charged. And they kiss again.
Travis doesnt wanna have sex in a closet so he picks her up, slams her on a table in the closet, bunches her tight skirt around her hips, and goes down her.
And katies just trying not to moan loudly. But failing miserably. Travis stoll knows how to eat pussy.
The rest of the day is filled with luscious glances, slight touches, her putting her hand on his thigh under the table and slowly inching upwards.
They meet up that evening at her apartment. And they agree to start dating. They keep it lowkey not yet telling connor.
After 1 month, they tell connor who btw called it from day one. He’s extremely happy for them.
Travis gets a bit jealous when guys flirt with katie and vice versa. But the two them only have eyes for each other.
Katie gets paired with another guy from the office for some work. Travis also notices that the guy checks katie out a lot, even though she is oblivious.
because of their conflicting work schedules, and how they never get to see each other. Katie working on the project with “that guy”travis is busy with his work, and helping connor out in his senior year. Late nights where they miss each other so much
And thats when their first real fight happens. Hes yelling. Shes yelling. Travis gets insecure that katie doesnt want him anymore. Katies positive they are gonna break up.
In a last ditch effort, she goes to his place. And have a painfully truthful conversation on how they both messed up. They promise to do better and communicate more
That night they make ~~love~~ to each other. Not sex, LOVEEEEE.
After that its smooth sailing. They have fights now and then, but nothing they cant handle.
Their first “I love you’s” is a week after they made love to each other. She was making dinner ( shes a fucking amazing cook) and travis is standing behind her arms around her waist, chin on her shoulders.
And they’re talking and he says “well thats one of things i love about u” and after a second he realises what he said and practically freezes. Katie stops stirring the pasta and turns to look at him.
They both just kinda stare at each other and travis is so fucking nervous and then katie breaks out into the most breathtaking smile he has ever seen. she tells him i love u back.
Their kissing turns to making out and he picks her up, slams her on the kitchen counter and they have sex. (They also turned off the stove dw)
2 orgasms later. They finally eat dinner. And things between them are fucking amazing
After dinner they retreat back to the bedroom where katie is screaming his name and travis’ grunting heavily.
And it’s complete bliss.....
Also side note. Hermes and demeter 100% approve
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xxcureangelxx · 3 years
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5, 9, 10, 13, 20, 21, 24, 25, 28, 30-35, 38-42, 44-46, 50, 52, 54, 60-62, 66, 71-74, 86-91, 96, 100! 😊
okay I literally have no clue how old this is and if I'm even taking the questions from the right post but here goes I guess? 🙈
<u>5. What is your favorite Color?</u>
PURPLE
<u>9. How tall are you?</u>
about 1,70 meters or 5'7"
<u>10. What shoe size are you?</u>
size 40-41, I think that's about 8 in US sizes?
<u>13. What talents do you have?</u>
uhhh good question... not sure if it counts but I guess I'm quite good at a lot if things but can't do anything extraordinarily well?
<u>20. Are you religious?</u>
Absolutely not. Due to family history and a lot of other things I'm actually against it a lot but people can do whatever they feel like is right for them as long as they don't harm others with it.
<u>21. Have you ever been to the hospital?</u>
Yes, quite a lot actually. practically grew up in hospitals as a baby because of kidney issues, broke both my legs with 4 years old, had to revisit for tests a lot during my childhood because of the kidney issue. it calmed down afterwards until I was back in hospital last year because of my terrible mental health and I'm currently in a rehabilitation clinic for it as well.
<u>24. Baths or showers?</u>
Shower's because we don't have a bathtub
<u>25. What color socks are you wearing?</u>
currently none, I love going barefoot, but usually I wear white, gray or black. I know... I'm a bad gay.. no rainbow socks (;ŏ﹏ŏ)
<u>28. What type of music do you like?</u>
you know.... I hate this question with a passion even though I love music so I'll just throw in my yt-playlist here and everyone who's interested can look through it to get a picture xD not sorted in any way and not a conclusive list at all, I just add songs as I find them
<u>30. How many pillows do you sleep with?</u>
mostly just one at a time but I've got two different ones. one is the normal fluffy kinda pillow, the other is made of some kinda foam material and rather thin.
<u>31. What position do you usually sleep in?</u>
I'm always lying on the side! have been doing that since I was a baby too.
<u>32. How big is your house?</u>
compared to what? 🙈 I'd say decent size for 5 people to live in, would have space for 1-2 more if rooms were used differently but definitely not enough to comfortably live with 12 or even more people like my family used to. we've got like 3 proper sleeping rooms (one of which is the attic so not very nice in terms of heat and the staircase is smack in the middle of the room), a kitchen, a dining room, a big living room, a tiny bathroom that barely fits a toilet and shower, and the basement is a mix of storage, electrics and stuff, washing room/utility room and it's got another smaller room that's been turned back into a small workshop but used to be the room of my brother and later my grandmother.
<u>33. What do you typically have for breakfast?</u>
I guess this is where it shows that I'm german but we usually just eat bread (preferably whole grain) with cheese or slices of salami or ..meat sausage? is that a proper translation? 🤨 idk... it's rather simple really. on the weekend maybe buns and boiled eggs. on the occasion that I'm too tired for it or don't have enough time I eat cereals but it's not very common when I'm at work/school
<u>34. Have you ever fired a gun?</u>
No, and I don't want to
<u>35. Have you ever tried archery?</u>
Yes!! I did last year when I was in the hospital and it was super fun! was quite good at it as well, even for my first try 😤
<u>38. What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep?</u>
I think about 3 days? if we count "barely unconscious for a few hours" as sleep that is... otherwise no clue...my memory of the bad sleepless time is quite hazy lol
<u>39. Do you have any scars?</u>
yeah, quite a few tbh. got 2 huge ones from surgeries due to my kidney issues, well they look like 2 but it's actually multiple ones since they simply cut open party of the old ones again, tiny hooman apparently have very little skin. then I got some other ones here and there from accidents, general dumbness, etc, like when I cut through my sunday morning bun and almost cut half of the tip of my finger off because my mother sharpened the knife and didn't tell me or that time as a kid I couldn't wait for my ironing pearl pictures to be done and burned myself on the hot iron, mostly stuff like that.
<u>40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?</u>
I mean.. if they're a secret... how would I know? ;) not sure if it counts that it took me months to realize I had a crush on my best friend and the feelings were reciprocated and I was too blind to see the signs?
<u>41. Are you a good liar?</u>
Nope. People actually think I'm lying more often than I lie... so.... :/
<u>42. Are you a good judge of character?</u>
I'm.. honestly not sure what this one means? like, am I able to judge what kind of character a person has after barely meeting them or smth? if so, I'm terrible at it
<u>44. Do you have a strong accent?</u>
in german? nope. in english? hmm hard to judge since I rarely hear myself speak. I think the stuff I do know how to pronounce is mostly okay but since I learned it through reading I'm simply unsure of a lot of pronunciations. 'also'.... I can not for the life of me pronouns that word no matter how many times I hear it... it's kinda become a quirk after some classmates pointed it out to me and I'm incredibly aware how terrible I say the word but.... just can't get rid of it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
<u>45. What is your favorite accent?</u>
I.. actually really love the way my best friend talks? 👉👈 they're french btw. just... typical me for struggling to understand them though, already terrible at it in german too...
<u>46. What is your personality type?</u>
honestly, I don't think I can answer that. I'm big on self loathing and everything's pretty shitty so, no thanks
<u>50. Left or right handed?</u>
Right handed. but does it even count id I'm bad at doing things with that hand too? lol
<u>52. Favorite food?</u>
hmmmm tough question... not the biggest fan of food in general a lot of the time... probably Züricher Geschnetzeltes
<u>54. Are you a clean or a messy person?</u>
Definitely messy. my allergies did not like this post trying to clean and tidy up more often though. my depression does not like this post either
<u>60. Do you talk to yourself?</u>
sometimes. quite a bit when watching movies or if I mess stuff up
<u>61. Do you sing to yourself?</u>
barely. got a lot of bad experiences with that so i keep my singing to a minimum. my shower is a great listener though
<u>62. Are you a good singer?</u>
I was in a choir for a few years when I went to 'middle school' and I had like one solo part once but other than that I can't really say because I barely ever sing in front of people
<u>66. Do you like long or shor hair?</u>
this question is currently my absolute nemesis.. I've got suuuper duper long hair and have had it ever since elementary school and I used to be super happy with it and sometimes I still am happy with it but other days, depending on where I'm at genderwise, I absolutely hate it and I just want to take the closest scissors and cut it all off... currently haven't had the guts to look for new hair styles though... but in other people? or women more specifically? I love long hair 🥺
<u>71. What makes you nervous?</u>
Or the shorter question: what doesn't make me nervous... I'd say pretty much everything has got the potential to make me nervous. I'm an overthinker, anxiety is a big thing for me and ptsd makes me scared of almost everything. so.. yeah... sucks to be me sometimes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
<u>72. Are you scared of the dark?</u>
Yes, very
<u>73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?</u>
I try not to but sadly I sometimes do, even if it's not my place to. I really don't like that part and hope I'll be able to learn not to sometime
<u>74. Are you ticklish?</u>
Yes and I hate it 😭
<u>86. What are you allergic to?</u>
again, easier question: what am I not allergic to... it's... a lot... like, really a lot. with the test on the skin of my arm I reacted to every single substance and the more thorough blood test lead to much of the same result. the absolute worst are birch trees (pitty, love those), then the usual pollen of pretty much every tree or flower, all animals with fur or feathers, dust and... yeah list goes on and on, you get the picture... :/
<u>87. Do you keep a journal?</u>
no.. have tried to multiple times in the past but never made it more than a week... too depressing to write and read... the therapist at the rehab clinic is currently forcing me to try a positivity diary for the millionths time, can't even get that done each day even though I'm doing it on my phone and get notifications to do it each evening...
<u>88. What do your parents do?</u>
making my life hell lol.. okay on a serious note, my father was a car electrician, he's retired by now, my mother is a housewife, she used to work different jobs before her first kid, later on she took care of my grandmother who was suffering from dementia, got some money and retirement points for that too.
<u>89. Do you like your age?</u>
I-... I don't know? it's weird because I both feel a lot younger and a lot older than I am rn....
<u>90. What makes you angry?</u>
another tough question... I actually have anger issues in that way that I'm barely capable of feeling anger... used to be worse but I already worked a lot on it in therapy so there's at least some there now... in the past I simply started to cry and felt overwhelmed by sadness whenever I was supposed to feel anger... so I can't tell very well what makes me angry because I first have to realize that I'm feeling anger or more like should be feeling it....
<u>91. Do you like your own name?</u>
Not really, no, but I guess I finally figured out some reasons why.. I've recently started going by a bit of a different name too but only my closest friends know so far and I'm not sure if I'll be using it irl at all..
<u>96. How did you get your name?</u>
I'm still trying to get my mother to admit that she named me after this song but she keeps denying it.. she's a fan of this band so it would have fit.. but she keeps saying she just liked the name, no long thought process behind it..
my chosen name is a bit of a different story. an ex friend I got to know through yt gave me that nickname almost 10 years ago after I complained that you can't make a shorter nickname out of my birthname and it's also the name of s character I like, especially his voice, and... idk it just feels more gender neutral and I simply feel comfortable with it. it just fit.
<u>100. Color of your room?</u>
same as question 5: Purple 🥰 or... well half the walls are purple, the other half is white
phew... can't believe I made it through all of these....
in case people haven't noticed yet, I'm currently kinda getting back into tumblr? I think I've already stayed a lot longer than any times I tried getting back before. it mostly started because we've got super bad wifi at the clinc I'm at rn and reddit takes up waaayy too much mobile data and... idk, I guess I just missed the vibe of tumblr
I'm not sure how long I'll be able to stick around but we'll see
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trickstermiraculous · 4 years
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Been reading your prompts fic so here’s one: Marinette makes a game of counting how far into a conversation someone gets before Lila relates it to herself with a lie. Adrien joins in and then Kim joins in cause it’s fun and randomly calls out numbers. Soon Kim is making bets on it with Marinette. (Prompt is from a discord server I’m in btw in case you post it and it gets recognized)
A Simple Game 
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School used to be a safe haven for Adrien, a chance to be away from his father and the suffocating silence that was his house but recently with Lila’s arrival back at school. Adrien finally understood what people meant by school being hell.
She was everywhere, always clinging to him, way more than Chloe ever did at least she gave him room to breathe but with Lila, there was no chance of that happening.
Marinette also looked worse than ever while Lila did accept my deal in order to get Marinette back to school, Lila went straight back to making rumours about Marinette and what’s worse people have started to believe them like Marinette, the girl who was our everyday Ladybug. Sadly there was no chance of me stopping them since Lila started using my father as a threat in order to get what she wants and I knew she would follow up on that threat considering she has followed that threat she gave Marinette.
Trust me when I say that I wanted nothing more than to use cataclysm on Lila right then and there but I can’t do that, I’m supposed to be a hero not some sort of murder.
Right now, I finally got a chance to hang out with Marinette along with Kim and Alix since Mrs Mendeleiev gave us a group project and would not allow Lila to try and join us since it was random and wouldn’t be fair on the rest of the class.
We were studying at Marinette’s house, Alix was sitting on the floor typing on her laptop while Kim was reading a textbook on Marinette’s Chaise, Marinette herself was sitting by her desk on her computer while I was sitting quietly on a bean bag her parents brought me so I wouldn’t have to sit on the floor if I didn’t want too.
Sitting here though in silence was a surprisingly nice change from what usually happens when doing group projects. Whenever I did studying with Nino, Alya and unfortunately Lila, it was never quite what with Alya and Nino being romantic that an Alya tries to get me to ask out Lila which Marinette did warn me about when we started to hang out more outside of school when I had the chance and I noticed that she didn’t seem as nervous around me and well she kind of just blurted out everything.
Her crush on, the many attempts on asking me out along with a few admittedly creepy thing like the schedule which she apologised profusely and considering the fact Alya and the other never really stop it more like in encouraged it, I understand why she didn’t realise it was wrong until later.
Anyways back on track, the silence was nice and for once work was getting done but unfortunately, it didn’t last. Alix phone dinged and as soon as she looked at it she groaned, “What’s wrong?” questioned Marinette as she reaches for an apple from the tray of snacks that her parent’s brought us.
“It’s Lila in the group chat, Juelka brought up the fact that she wanted to try out for some modelling jobs and Lila started going on about how she knew a bunch of famous models and she would try and see if they could help her train” respond Alix glaring at her phone,
“I’m assuming this the girl’s group chat without me in it right” replied Marinette with a sigh,
“Yeah-” Alix was cut off by Kim quickly asking “you guys made a group chat without Marinette isn’t that a bit harsh, I know she and Lila don’t get on like the rest of you guys but like that’s just harsh”.
Adrien silently nodded while looking a Marinette with guilt not realising how bad her friendship with the other girls in the class had gotten. “It was Alya’s idea, not mine, you know how stubborn that reporter can be so it’s not like any of us could say no” stated Alix typing out something on her phone while the other three sat in silence.
That was then Marinette spoke up, “hey ever notice how every time someone brings up something about what they enjoy or what they want to do after school, Lila always says that she knows someone in that industry”,
“That’s a good point actually” replied Alix with a frown,
“How about this, why don’t we see how many times she does it in a week?” stated Marinette,
“But why?” questioned Kim,
“Because you guys might actually see the reason on why I was so quick to call her a liar” replied Marinette,
“I’m in” announced Adrien, surprising both Alix and Kim but both quickly agree.
And so the game began. It didn’t take long for them to start counting because according to Alix, it happened about five times in the group chat over the weekend even sending screenshots to the four’s own group that they set up for this game. Then when Monday came, they had already one point in the first lesson due to Nino bringing up a film making competition that he wanted to partake in since the prize was working with a famous director the same on who directed the movies Adrien’s mother used to be in and of course Lila started to talk about how she knew the director and if Nino wasn’t able to win, she could try and see if she could get the director to still meet with him.
Not only did it annoy Adrien that she would lie like that about a close family of the Agrestes but also the fact that she would get his best bros hopes up like that. Adrien knew as soon as she found out that Adrien was in contact with the director, she would try to get him to set up the meeting so that she would be able to take the credit in order for her not to be found out.
Halfway through the week when the number of points went over twenty when Alix and Kim both look at each other and then Marinette and then back to each other before they pulled out their phones and started googling Lila’s lies.
Both were very unhappy when they found out the truth but before they told the other, Adrien and Marinette both sat them and told them why it was a bad idea considering the pair were either being threatened or blackmail by the Italian snake. Even then Kim and Alix were adamant on making sure the others knew so the four took another route on getting Lila exposed one that was less obvious but simple.
They decided to get the other in on their game and sure enough, one by one, the class all joined in. Sure they were confused at first but playing the game for a week each member started to fact check Lila’s lies. By the end of the month, everyone knew Lila was a liar and the threats and blackmail the girl had given Adrien and Marinette so almost everyone was wanting revenge but they knew the school wasn’t going to listen or do anything since they believe that Lila had a disease that didn’t exist so instead, they went to someone much better, someone who would be quick to punish the lying snake. Lila’s own mother, Martha Rossi.
Martha Rossi was quite different from her daughter, sure the lady was a bit dizzy but considering the amount of work she got from the embassy, it was understandable. Martha was strict though and scary when angry, which became very apparent when she stormed into the school the day that the class sent her an email which contained every lie, threat and blackmailing that the snake had done since she arrived in Paris with evidence of course.
You could hear the women yells from their classroom. Everyone just carried on with their work like it was nothing while Miss Bustier and Lila looked confused. The best part was when Martha Rossi came storming into the class, yelling angrily at her daughter in Italian, Lila got progressively paler at every word while Miss Bustier tried to calm the mother down but Martha was not having it as she just told Miss Bustier simply in a stone-cold tone, “I don’t want to hear anything from the teacher who would believe a child’s word without checking for proper evidence or even fact-checking with their parents”.
Martha then demands Lila to grab her bags because they were going home so that they could have a long chat but before she left, she thanked the class for bringing this to her attention while their school didn’t and that she was sorry for the damage that her daughter had done, promising to fix what she could to the best of her ability. Marinette was quick to thank the women on behalf of the class and made sure that Martha knew none of the class harboured any ill will against her for something that she never knew about.
From then on the class got better, fixing their friendships, apologising to Marinette for not trusting her and going so far as to bully her while they protected the actual villain, fixing the damage done to the ladyblog and them also getting a better teacher than Miss Bustier who was undergoing training courses on how to deal with bullies, liars and doing proper investigations when someone tells them that another student has done something horrible or against school policy. Their new teacher, in fact, was Mrs Mendeleiev who was quite happy with giving proper punishments to those who deserved it along with helping the actual victims.
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Author's Note: Sorry that I haven't written in a while, I've had writer's block. Along with the fact that I have been getting black into anime more, meaning I haven't felt the inspiration to write more fanfiction for the miraculous fandom.  I wrote this at like midnight so if there's any mistake, I will go back and fix them at a later date.
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peaceisadirtyword · 5 years
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Invisible (Ivar/Reader)
A/N: Hello! I’m sorry for being so absent these days! Seriously uni is killing me, and to make things better, I’m sick😂 so I can barely study or write as I have a constant headache. But I wrote this a few days ago, hoping to post it for my birthday or for Vikings premiere, but I forgot so I'm posting it now... It’s just some idea I had a while ago when I was feeling a bit angsty and it’s probably very bad, but I’m posting it anyway... I want to do two or three more parts and include one of the requests I have for Ivar in my inbox! I hope you like it♥️
Btw I won’t post anything about the new episode until the weekend as I don’t want to spoil anything to anyone, but if someone has already watched it and want to talk about it send me a message! I'm dying to talk about it with someone! 
Again, sorry for being so inactive! I have some fics to read and I hope I can answer to your comments and your messages tonight!💕
Warnings: Angst (an attempt), Ivar is an asshole, there are a lot of insecurities for both of them and please don’t let anyone treat you like that in your life. Don’t be like me and the reader.
Words: 3510 I don’t know what’s happening to me these days
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Kattegat had grown considerably during the years, the trade and the growth in population had enlarged the city. Though when you arrived it was already big, it had grown even more. 
There was a lot of people living in Kattegat, and you knew almost all of them.
You had been brought to Kattegat as a slave, after being sold by your father, who had gotten married after your mother's death and whose new wife seemed to have a problem with you living on her house. 
Queen Aslaug had bought you, after the slave trader told her you'd been cooking and cleaning for your father for years. She had put you in the kitchen to cook, and then as her personal slave, washing her clothes, making her bed and cleaning her room. She always treated you well, seeing you as the daughter she'd always wanted to have. 
Aslaug ended up freeing you, even offering you a small house near the Hall. Somehow, the queen and her family had grown fond of you, and even Floki, who had be the one who taught you the language and the viking culture, seemed to like you. 
Your relationship with the sons of the queen had been... Weird. At first, you were scared of them; you were just a little christian girl who had never set her eyes on a man, let alone a viking man. They were big, fierce and you had seen them training on the woods. Their hungry eyes had followed you the first days, while you served dinner or cleaned the hall. 
Ubbe had been the kindest to you, smiling softly at you and calling your name with a gentle voice, though his big eyes always roamed over your body whenever you approached him to fill his cup. Hvitserk hadn't been that subtle, biting his lip and reaching to caress your waist and your thighs while you served dinner, his eyes glued to your chest. 
Sigurd hadn't paid much attention to you until you had sat next to him on a feast, listening to him playing the oud. He had tried to kiss you after a while, kiss that you had awkwardly avoided, blushing and muttering something about Aslaug calling you. 
And Ivar... He seemed to hate you. The first time you saw the terrifying cripple of whom everyone had talked about since you arrived you thought he was the most handsome man you'd ever seen.
His piercing blue eyes had looked at you intensely, making you blush, and his brows had furrowed together while he waited for you to fill his empty cup. It had resulted in you spilling the mead all over him, which had enraged him. Fortunately, Ubbe had intervened before he could hurt you, but since then Ivar had been cruel with you.
When Aslaug freed you, he had argued, saying they needed the thralls and even offered to buy you himself to be his personal slave. The thought hadn't exactly bothered you, as you really liked him, but his cruel smile had hinted you that you would have had a bad time. 
He didn't like the fact that you were free and he wasn't able to torment you constantly. 
Anyway, and even if you considered yourself pathetic and stupid for it, you kept pining after him. It didn't matter how many times he tortured you, teased you or insulted you, your heart kept beating faster whenever you saw him, and something between your legs turned on when you saw him training with his brothers, working on the forge or even crawling around. 
"She's looking at you again" Ubbe smiled teasingly at his little brother, who scowled and kept sharpening his knife, sitting next to the beach and with his back leant onto a rock.
"She's annoying"
"She's hot" Hvitserk smirked softly while looking at you from afar. You were helping Helga to clean the fishes the boys and Floki had captured that morning, but your eyes wandered over Ivar sometimes, and Ubbe had caught you twice now. 
"She's really nice" Sigurd glared at his brothers "Ivar does not deserve her attention, Y/N deserves a man, a real viking who can satisfy her and make her happy, who does not torture her and who actually can walk" 
"Sigurd" Ubbe glared at him, and even Hvitserk pressed his lips together. 
Ivar clenched his jaw, but instead of stabbing his brother, he smirked.
"You're not talking about yourself, are you brother? Because I don't think you can satisfy her or make her happy considering the fact that she rejected you once" he chuckled "You can try and marry her, though, you'd do me a favor" 
"Enough, both of you" Ubbe scolded, sighing "I think Y/N is the only one who truly knows how her man should be"
"It's a waste that she only looks at Ivar" Hvitserk groaned "I would happily satisfy her"
"Use one of those tricks that you use with the thralls" Ivar scoffed "She was one of them, so it should work"
"Ivar" Ubbe shook his head "Stop being mean to her"
"I'm not" he replied "I just find her annoying and clingy, I'd love it if she found some other man and let me alone"
"She's the only woman who has ever shown interest in you" Sigurd chuckled "And if you keep being a prick to her, she will be the last"
"I don't want her, she's a christian that thinks that she can now worship our gods and behave like one of us. She's not a viking, she's weak and cannot fight, and she's too small"
"What's wrong with her being small, Ivar?" Hvitserk shrugged "Small or big, she's a woman, her size does not matter when she's under you, with her legs around your waist and moaning as you pound into her" he smirked and Ubbe chuckled, agreeing with his brother "And I could teach her how to fight, you know" he winked at an annoyed Ivar, who blushed when his brother mentioned the sex part. 
"I want a viking woman" he repeated "Not her"
"She's coming" Ubbe cleared his throat "Not a word, Ivar"
Helga and you approached the brothers, with a stewpot and some bowls.
"The food is ready" Helga smiled while you left the stewpot on the floor and started filling the bowls before passing them to the boys. Ubbe and Sigurd smiled and thanked you, Hvitserk practically had no time for doing that as he shoved the soup down his throat immediately, and Ivar took the bowl from your hands without even looking at you. While Helga went to give Floki, who was working on a boat, his bowl, you sat down next to Hvitserk who was devouring the soup, smiling at him.
"Do you like it?" You raised a brow and Hvitserk moaned.
"It's amazing" he nodded "Did you make it?"
You nodded, proud of yourself. You had spent almost the entire morning making the soup, knowing that the boys had been training and fishing and would be hungry. 
"It's really good, Y/N" Ubbe smiled at you "Thanks"
"You're welcome, I'm glad you..." A sudden noise startled you. Ivar had let the bowl fall on the floor, spilling his content with a disgusted scowl present on his face "Like it" you finished your sentence in a whisper, knowing that he was about to say something hurtful.
"It's the most disgusting thing I've ever eaten" he spat, his eyes sending daggers to you "If you don't know how to cook, then don't do it" you looked away, ashamed and angry at the same time. 
"Ivar" Ubbe looked at his brother "What...?"
"If you don't want it, give it to Hvitserk" Sigurd glared at him "But Y/N has spent a good time making this for us, and you should appreciate it"
"I didn't ask her to do it" he shrugged "And if she doesn't know how to make a simple soup, it's not my fault... Now I understand why mother freed her" 
You looked at you feet, trying not to cry. It had been an amazing morning. You'd found some flowers at your door that morning, which had made you the happiest person in Kattegat. You had been happy thinking that they could be Ivar's, but his behavior in that moment made it very clear; it definitely hadn't been him.
"Shut up" Ubbe was now angry, one thing was that his brother didn't like you, he could understand that, but humiliating and insulting you was another "You're acting as a spoiled little brat"
"That's what he is" Sigurd shrugged "It's what you become when you've always been mommy's boy"
Ivar gripped his knife, and you looked at him with wide eyes, afraid he'd hurt one of his brothers.
"It's okay" you quickly got up, clearing your throat "Helga is cooking the fish now... Maybe you'll like it more, Ivar" you tried to smile at him, but his annoyed glare mad your smile fade away "I'll tell her to add a few more pieces, so you won't be hungry" you muttered while picking up the empty bowl and walking over Floki's house, trying to swallow your tears. 
Helga turned around when she heard you entering the house, but her gentle face furrowed with worry when she saw you trying to dry your tears with your hands. 
"Y/N, my dear, what happened?" She hugged you tightly. After her daughter's death, she'd been desperate to have another child, and she immediately felt that motherly feeling towards you, and loved you deeply. 
"It's just..." You shook your head, feeling stupid "Nothing, it's just that I cannot do anything well" 
"What?" She frowned "Of course you can! You do a lot of things well, love, for example, this soup, I think Hvitserk will ask for your hand in marriage after he's done with it" she smiled. 
"Ivar didn't like it" you muttered, shrugging. 
"That's weird, I always cooked this soup for him and he loved it" she shook her head.
"I must have done something wrong"
"No, you didn't" she smiled at you, caressing your cheek "He's just in a mood, probably... Do you want to take the rest of the food to them or you prefer staying here?"
You bit your lip.
"I think I'm going to go home" you muttered "I haven't slept very well..."
"But you haven't eaten anything!" Helga replied, the concern making her frown again.
"I'll eat something at home" you smiled, trying to reassure her "See you tomorrow, Helga... Oh, give my plate to Ivar" you bit your lip "He must be hungry" you kissed her cheek before going out of the house, using the back door to avoid the brothers. 
Ivar could see Helga was angry at him. He supposed it was because of the way he had talked to you. Gods, it was annoying how much she seemed to care about you. You weren't a viking, just a simple thrall that had been abandoned by her own family. 
"Where is Y/N?" Ubbe asked when Helga brought them the cooked fish they had gotten that morning.
"She went home, she wasn't feeling well" Helga glared at Ivar, who rolled his eyes but frowned a bit, feeling a bit guilty "Anyway, she asked me to give you her food, Ivar, as you didn't eat the soup" she gave him a plate with more food. That made him blush and take the plate. He heard Sigurd scoffing and saw Ubbe smirking. Hvitserk, on the other hand, was looking at his plate with a pout.
"You deserve it, brother" it was annoying how Ubbe seemed to know everything "Now think about how you're going to apologize to her while you eat her food"
You stood on your small house, completely naked and looking down at your body with a frown. There had to be something wrong with you. 
Maybe it was because you didn't have those long and strong legs that all the viking women had, or maybe it was your belly, which wasn't as flat as you'd like it to be, maybe you had small breasts. Or maybe it was your incapacity to fight, or to be bold and fight as the viking women. 
The thing was; no man had ever shown interest on you. Well, Hvitserk had tried to get you into his bed several times, and Ubbe had too. Sigurd tried to kiss you once, but given the reputation of the three brothers with women, every single female present in Kattegat had been in that position at least once on their lives. 
But no one had ever actually liked you, you guessed, as no one had ever talked to you in that way. 
It was true that you were too in love with Ivar to even look at other men, but as he seemed to hate you, you probably should forget about him...
Then you realized. You were crying over someone who was cruel to you. Well, to you and to half of the population in Kattegat, but especially to you. You only had showed him kindness and love, forgiving his outbursts and always tried to please him, make him feel comfortable. And he only screamed at you and made you feel bad. 
You breathed deeply, frowning. You had to put an end to it. You were only hurting yourself while pining after him, and he clearly wasn't interested. 
No, Ivar wasn't the right man for you. 
Of all the things you loved about Kattegat, the feasts were your favorite. You loved the music, the large amounts of food, the dancing, the people laughing and having fun... You always felt more relaxed and enjoyed those evenings.
That day was no different. You dressed up in a beautiful red dress and left your hair loose, only braiding some locks. You felt better that day. You had received another flower at your door that morning, but that wasn't the main reason of your happiness, as you had began to think it was some type of joke. You were happy because you had spent days ignoring Ivar. You had avoided him a little bit, but you were proud to say that you didn't even look at his direction whenever he was present.
It was a start, and you were already feeling more confident and relaxed. 
The feast didn't disappoint. You ate sitting next to Hvitserk and Ubbe, who spent the whole dinner laughing about how Sigurd had tripped over himself while training and had fallen right onto his butt. The story wasn't that funny, but the way they cried in laughter while telling you made you laugh with them, happy to be able to share their joy. 
You didn't pay any attention to Ivar, who was eyeing you, annoyed. He had been waiting for your to look at him and smile lovingly, offering him some more food or mead. 
He missed it.
Yeah, at first he found you annoying, how you would be all day looking at him and longing for his attention. He couldn't understand why a beautiful girl like you would be interested in him, the cripple. 
He had looked at you, of course he had. Every single man in Kattegat who wasn't blind had. 
But you were too much for him, and that angered him. If he had been a true viking, like his brothers, he would have claimed you. But he was a cripple, and you deserved something better. 
For him, that was reason enough to be rude to you. Maybe then you'd forget about him. 
But a part of him didn't want you to forget. 
Ivar frowned, watching as you almost choked on your food after Hvitserk said some stupid thing that made you laugh. Surely you had finally realized that his brothers were a better option than him.
Next to him, Aslaug talked about how he should stop training so hard, saying that he'd end up hurt. 
"Ivar" she sighed when she realized he wasn't listening "What's wrong? You look bothered"
Her son looked at her, faking a smile and putting his hand over hers. 
"I'm okay, mother"
Aslaug looked at you. She had noticed the change on your behavior with Ivar. She actually understood, knowing how it felt to be ignored, humiliated and hurt by a man. 
"If you were nicer to her, she wouldn't ignore you" Aslaug took her cup, sipping on her drink while Ivar scoffed.
"I don't care"
Aslaug raised an eyebrow at his words, but didn't say anything, not wanting to upset him. 
Everyone was already drunk. Even you were a bit tipsy, giggling at everything and blushed. You had moved to be closer to Sigurd, who was playing some music while a group of people gathered around him sang and danced happily. You were standing up, your back leaned onto the wall and a cup on your hands. A smile on your lips. 
Ivar looked at you intensely. You looked pretty smiling, more than you did when you frowned or winced at his cruel words. 
Again, you deserved someone who would make you smile like that.
That angered him, again, and he cursed himself for not being good enough. He never was good enough. Maybe that's why he was so angry at you, because you reminded that to him every time you smiled softly at him and ignored his remarks. 
He throw his cup to the floor, clenching his jaw with rage. A part of him would like to go and apologize to you, to tell you that he didn't mean any of those things he always said to you. But he was too proud, and if you laughed at him he wasn't sure of how he would react. 
He stayed there, sat on his chair, his lips pressed together and his hands gripping the edge of the table so hard that he would have probably broken it if Ubbe hasn't made him remove his hand. 
His brother followed his gaze, smiling softly when he realized he was looking at you. Of course he was looking at you.
You, oblivious to what Ivar was thinking, kept listening to Sigurd, smiling softly. Until someone stopped in front of you. He was a handsome man, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and he was smiling at you.
"Hello" he tilted his head. Gods he was very handsome "You must be Y/N, right?"
You blushed, not knowing how to react. It was the first time a man approached you in that way.
"Yeah, I... Am Y/N" you cleared your throat, smiling nervously.
"It's a pleasure to meet you" he had a deep voice, and his tone was soft and gentle "My name is Einar, I just arrived to Kattegat a few weeks ago and I couldn't help but to notice you"  
"Me?" You almost choked.
"Yeah, I have to say, you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen"
You blushed, widening your eyes and making him chuckle. 
"Well... Thank you, I suppose" you looked away, too ashamed to look at him in the eye.
"Don't thank me, I'm just saying the truth" he shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. 
You smiled softly, biting your lip. You felt a warmth inside you and you actually felt good. It was just like his comment had made you feel more confident with yourself. 
"I see you like music" he looked at Sigurd, who kept playing the oud with a bright smile on his lips.
"Sigurd is really good" you nodded.
"I heard you're close to his family"
"I am" you smiled at him "I came here as a slave for queen Aslaug, but she freed me and gave me a place to live, her sons have been very nice to me... Well, almost all of them"
"I can't imagine how someone could not be nice to you" his blue eyes which reminded you of Ivar's but less intense and softer, were fixed in yours "He must be a fool"
"Ivar is... Complicated" you sighed "But don't let him hear that"
"Would you like to get out of here? We can go somewhere more... Quiet" 
You bit your lip, and your eyes scanned the large hall searching for Ivar's. When you finally spotted him, you were surprised to find that he was looking at you, well... Glaring at you. You were tempted to look away and lower your head, as you always did when he glared at you like that. But this time you didn't. You refused to give him power to hurt you again. 
He didn't want you, he had made it very clear, you'd dare to say that he despised you, so what were you going to do? Stay there and keep feeling bad about yourself because of his indifference or go away with a man that clearly had some interest in you and who was being much nicer? 
You looked at Einar again, managing to compose a charming smile before nodding and taking his hand.
"Let's go" 
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The fantastic Greek Bakeries
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The fantastic Greek Bakeries and my fantastic childhood memories BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy https://www.youtube.com/greekcookingmadeeasy A wise Greek proverb notes: I earn my bread (i.e. I earn my living)! There are many Greek proverbs using “Bread” and that signifies its importance in Greek culture and society even today 🥖🍞🥯!
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Bread kneading on 1st grades’ Greek spelling book!
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Greek Bakeries are to date a neighborhood shop for an everyday customary visit. You see, traditionally in Greece, people love bread and fresh bread needs to be on our table everyday! That’s why everyone goes everyday like in a “ritual”, to the local Bakery to buy freshly baked bread and also other baked delicacies like koulouri, cookies, cheese/spinach pies, bougatsa, coffee, cold drinks etc. 
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Bakeries still make their own bread everyday, they are open from very early in the morning to knead & prepare it and their tantalizing smells fill the whole neighborhood. 
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A Greek Bakery is understandably named in Greek "Fournos" which literary means Oven due to its large ovens in the back of the shop where they bake the bread. 
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The Greek bakery has always been there passed on from generation to generation, the central shop where you would go to buy your everyday baked goodies. It is also a place to meet neighbors and friends and gossip with them! 
Photos: Making Lagana Flat Bread for Clean Monday. LINK HERE
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Or exchange a word and news with your Baker called “Fournaris” i.e. the person handling the ovens who knows everyone and everything that is happening. 
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However, many years ago when I was growing up in Athens in the 60’s and 70’s, the neighborhood bakery was an even more exciting place, especially on the weekends, for yet one other reason! Bakeries at that time were not just open every day plus the whole weekend to provide freshly baked bread and wonderful cookies and pastries. They were also open to bake the large oven pans from the neighborhood families!! 
Photo from Cretapost.gr
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Traditionally, especially in the past, Greek families used to gather for a big lunch on Sundays after church. Early in the morning, the housewife prepared the food, before heading to church. You have to think that at the time, only a few homes had the luxury of an electric stove, and even so it was very costly and time consuming to bake your food in your own stove. It was much easier and cheaper to give it to the bakery while attending Sunday service, stress free! At the bakery, they had these huge professional electric ovens, not to mention the marvellous wood ovens that preceded them. 
Photo from an old Greek Bakery in Naxos island!
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Photo from aenaallo.blogspot.com
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In them, bread was already baked from very early in the morning, so they were now available to bake other things. 
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The housewife on her way to church, she proudly brought her tray to the local bakery, handed in her dish, the baker wrote her name on the side of the pan either with black coal or a thick marker and also noted the time that the dish needed to be ready for pick up in a small old and oily notebook called “Tefteri”, since he knew exactly how long each tray needed to be baked. I remember it cost about 2 drachmas to bake your food there. In my early teen years, I was usually the one who had to bring our dish to the bakery, covered with a kitchen towel (being the youngest in the family 😅). My Mom usually prepared something special, like a lamb or pork leg with lemony potatoes or Chicken Giouvetsi with Kritharaki (orzo). The bakery had a huge bench were all trays were collected. If the dish included any kind of pasta, then that should be brought in separately-in its packaging-to be added later in the pan. 
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When returning to collect your ready dish, the smells in the bakery were out of this world!! I remember getting dizzy with all the scents but also gazing with astonishment at all the beautiful trays with roasts on the bakery’s bench! I still reminisce staring at the baker as he was scooping the pan out of the hot oven with his huge wooden oven shovel. 
Photo from Aegeannews.gr
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The baker did something clever: he handed you your hot pan with stacks of folded newspaper sheets to use, instead of oven gloves, in order not to burn yourself while carrying your tray home. I used to carry it back home together with 2 fresh loaves of bread in a plastic bag for the whole family. I was helping my Mom while she was making the table for our family and relatives. You can imagine the moment the food was brought home, the exhilaration, anticipation and excitement from the hungry guests was palpable! And of course, the time when we all sat at the table with the roast as centerpiece and my Father breaking the Bread will be kept in my heart as a beloved memory forever 💖😢! 
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I shouldn’t forget mentioning that Greek bakeries were the key places where Greek people also baked all their “special dishes” thus they were inextricably linked with all happy family celebrations 😍:
Sundays-family gatherings: Baked Roasts with Meat/Chicken/Fish
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Christmas: Melomakarona, Kourabiedes and Christopswmo
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New Year: Vassilopita 
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Easter: Lamb, Tsoureki and Koulourakia 
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Weddings and Baptisms: Skaltsounia, Kourabiedes and other regional treats
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Church offerings: Prosforo Bread and Fanouropita
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Photo from ekklisiaonline.gr
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However, like all good old things, times and customs have changed! Nowadays, city people have their own electric stove to make their Sunday roast! Or they choose not to bake on the weekends anymore and prefer to go out for lunch after a tiresome week, especially since both are working on the weekdays. As a result, most bakeries in the big cities have seized to offer this special service 😫! Thank God, Bakeries still provide us with their wonderful freshly baked bread and other delicacies! 
Photos from a central Bakery in Athens
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Photos from a neighborhood Bakery in Athens:
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Photos from a Bakery in Skopelos Island
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I do know that the old habit of Sunday roast baked at “Fournos”, still exists though in some Greek villages and islands. I saw a few older housewives carrying their trays to their local baker’s when I visited some small villages in Crete!
Photos from a Cretan Bakery with its local delicacies!!
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Aw, what I would give to go back in time and see those benches filled with Sunday roasts and smell their terrific fragrances all over again! Even if I had to carry my heavy tray back home 😀…
More Folk Expressions and Proverbs with Bread Whoever does not want to knead, he sifts for ten days (Anyone who does not want to finish a job, delays all the time) He'll eat a lot of bread still (He has a lot to learn) The hungry man dreams of loaves of bread We ate bread and salt together (We have lived a lot together) The good mill will grind everything What you sow you will reap He ate his breads (He won't live for much longer) He gave it for a piece of bread (He gave it very cheaply) This job has a lot of bread (i.e. lots of content) I earn my bread (I earn my living) We have no bread, but lots of radishes for the appetite (We don't have the basics and ask for extras) Anyone who sows laziness, reaps hunger.
Would you like to know how to make your own Greek Bread? 
Then Check my Easy, No-Knead, 5′ Bread LINK HERE
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Check also my wonderful and easy recipe for Olive Bread-Eliopswmo! LINK HERE
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Would you like to know how to make your own Greek Bread Sesame Rings aka Koulouria Thessalonikis? Then check my wonderful and easy recipe for Koulouria! LINK HERE
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BTW most food photos are from Greek Cooking Made Easy and you can find the recipes on the YouTube Channel and Website! Thank you for reading through!
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Τα φανταστικά Ελληνικά Αρτοποιεία και οι φανταστικές αναμνήσεις από τα παιδικά μου χρόνια BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy https://www.youtube.com/greekcookingmadeeasy Μια σοφή ελληνική παροιμία λέει: Κερδίζω το ψωμί μου! Υπάρχουν πολλές ελληνικές παροιμίες που χρησιμοποιούν το "Ψωμί" και αυτό δείχνει τη σημασία του στον Ελληνικό πολιτισμό και την κοινωνία ακόμα και σήμερα 🥖🍞🥯!
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Ζύμωμα Ψωμιού στο Αναγνωστικό της 1ης Δημοτικού!
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Το Ελληνικό Αρτοποιείο είναι ένα μαγαζί της γειτονιάς για καθημερινή επίσκεψη. Βλέπετε, παραδοσιακά στην Ελλάδα, αγαπάμε πολύ το ψωμί και φρέσκο ​​ψωμί πρέπει βέβαια να βρίσκεται καθημερινά στο τραπέζι μας! Αυτός είναι ο λόγος για τον οποίο όλοι πηγαίνουν κάθε μέρα σαν σε "τελετουργικό", στο τοπικό Αρτοποιείο, για να αγοράσουν φρεσκοψημένο, ζεστό ψωμί και άλλες λιχουδιές όπως κουλούρι, μπισκότα, τυρόπιτες / σπανακόπιτες, μπουγάτσα, καφέ, κρύα αναψυκτικά κλπ! 
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Τα αρτοποιεία είναι ανοιχτά από πολύ νωρίς το πρωί για να ζυμώσουν και να ψήσουν τα ψωμιά και οι φανταστικές μυρωδιές τους γε��ίζουν όλη την γειτονιά. 
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Το Ελληνικό αρτοποιείο είναι εύγλωττα ονομασμένο στα ελληνικά "Φούρνος" λόγω των μεγάλων φούρνων του στο πίσω μέρος του καταστήματος όπου ψήνουν το ψωμί. 
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Το Ελληνικό Αρτοποιείο είναι πάντα εκεί, επιχείρηση που έχει περάσει από γενιά σε γενιά, το κεντρικό κατάστημα όπου πας για να αγοράσεις τα καθημερινά καλούδια. Είναι επίσης ένα μέρος για να συναντήσεις γείτονες και φίλους και να πεις κάνα νέο ή κουτσομπολιό!
Φωτογραφίες: Φτιάχνοντας Λαγάνα για τη Καθαρή Δευτέρα! ΛΙΝΚ ΕΔΩ
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Ή να ανταλλάξεις μια κουβέντα και νέα με τον Φούρναρη (δηλ. το άτομο που χειρίζεται τους φούρνους), που γνωρίζει όλους και όλα όσα συμβαίνουν στη γειτονιά.
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Ωστόσο, πριν από πολλά χρόνια, όταν μεγάλωνα στην Αθήνα τη δεκαετία του '60 και του '70, ο Φούρνος της γειτονιάς ήταν ακόμα πιο συναρπαστικό μέρος, ειδικά τα Σαββατοκύριακα, για έναν ακόμα λόγο! Οι Φούρνοι εκείνη την εποχή δεν ήταν απλά ανοιχτά κάθε μέρα, αλλά και ολόκληρο το Σαββατοκύριακο, για να προσφέρουν μόνο φρεσκοψημένο ψωμί και υπέροχα μπισκότα και αρτοσκευάσματα. Είχαν επίσης τη δυνατότητα να ψήσουν τα μεγάλα ταψιά που τους έφερναν οι οικογένειες της γειτονιάς!!
Φωτο από Cretapost.gr
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Παραδοσιακά, ειδικά στο π��ρελθόν, οι Ελληνικές οικογένειες συνήθιζαν να μαζεύονται σε κάποιο σπίτι για το οικογενειακό γεύμα της Κυριακής, μετά την λειτουργία στην εκκλησία. Νωρίς το πρωί, η νοικοκυρά προετοίμαζε το φαγητό, πριν ξεκινήσει για την εκκλησία. Πρέπει να σκεφτείτε ότι εκείνα τα χρόνια, μόνο λίγα σπίτια είχαν την πολυτέλεια ηλεκτρικής κουζίνας, και ακόμα και αν ήταν έτσι, ήταν πολύ δαπανηρό και χρονοβόρο να ψήσεις το φαγητό σου στο δικό σου φούρνο. Ήταν πολύ πιο εύκολο και φθηνότερο στο δρόμο για την εκκλησία, να δώσεις το ταψί στο φούρναρη, ώστε να παρακολουθήσεις και την Κυριακάτικη λειτουργία, χωρίς άγχος! Στον Φούρνο, είχαν αυτούς τους τεράστιους επαγγελματικούς ηλεκτρικούς φούρνους, για να μην αναφέρουμε τους θαυμάσιους ξυλόφουρνους που τους είχαν προηγηθεί. 
Φωτογραφία από παλιό Φούρνο στη Νάξο!
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Στους φούρνους, το ψωμί είχε ήδη ψηθεί από πολύ νωρίς το πρωί, οπότε ήταν τώρα διαθέσιμοι για να ψήσουν άλλα πράγματα. 
Φωτογραφία από aenaallo.blogspot.com
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Η νοικοκυρά με υπερηφάνεια έδινε το ταψί της, ο φούρναρης έγραφε το όνομά της στην πλευρά του ταψιού είτε με μαύρο κάρβουνο είτε με παχύ μαρκαδόρο και επίσης σημείωνε την ώρα που το φαγητό έπρεπε να είναι έτοιμο για παραλαβή σε ένα παλιό και λαδωμένο Τεφτέρι, αφού ήξερε ακριβώς πόσο χρειαζόταν το κάθε ταψί για να ψηθεί. Θυμάμαι ότι κόστιζε περίπου 2 δραχμές για να ψήσεις το φαγητό σου εκεί. Στα εφηβικά μου χρόνια, ήμουν εγώ εκείνη που έπρεπε να πάω το ταψί μας στο φούρνο, καλυμμένο με πετσέτα κουζίνας (μιας και ήμουν η νεότερη στην οικογένεια 😅). Η μαμά μου τις Κυριακές έφτιαχνε συνήθως κάτι ξεχωριστό, όπως αρνί ή ένα χοιρινό μπούτι με λεμονάτες πατάτες ή Κοτόπουλο Γιουβέτσι με Κριθαράκι. Ο Φούρνος είχε έναν τεράστιο πάγκο όπου συγκεντρώνονταν όλα τα ταψιά. Εάν το φαγητό σου περιλάμβανε οποιοδήποτε είδος ζυμαρικού, τότε αυτό έπρεπε να το δώσεις χωριστά - στη συσκευασία του – ώστε να προστεθεί αργότερα στο ταψί.
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Όταν επέστρεφα για να παραλάβω το ψημένο μας φαγητό, οι μυρωδιές στο Φούρνο ήταν φοβερές !! Θυμάμαι να ζαλίζομαι με όλες τις μυρωδιές αλλά και να κοιτάζω με θαυμασμό όλα τα πανέμορφα ταψιά με τα ψητά στο πάγκο και να τρέχουν τα σάλια μου! Εξακολουθώ να θυμάμαι ότι κοίταζα με ανοιχτό το στόμα τον φούρναρη καθώς έβγαζε τα ταψιά από το ζεστό φούρνο με το τεράστιο φτυάρι του. 
Φωτο από Aegeannews.gr
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Ο φούρναρης έκανε επίσης κάτι έξυπνο: σου έδινε το ζεστό ταψί με στοίβες από διπλωμένα φύλλα εφημερίδων για να τα χρησιμοποιήσεις, αντί για γάντια φούρνου, ώστε να μη καείς την ώρα που κουβάλαγες το ταψί σου σπίτι. Συνήθως εγώ το κουβαλούσα και μαζί αγόραζα 2 μεγάλα καρβέλια ψωμί σε μια σακούλα για όλη την οικογένεια. Προσπαθούσα να βοηθήσω τη μαμά μου, ενώ εκείνη ετοίμαζε το τραπέζι για την οικογένεια και τους συγγενείς μας. 
Μπορείτε να φανταστείτε ότι τη στιγμή που το φαγητό ερχόταν στο σπίτι, η χαρά, η προσμονή και ο ενθουσιασμός από τους πεινασμένους καλεσμένο��ς ήταν εμφανής! Και φυσικά, η ώρα που καθόμασταν όλοι στο τραπέζι με το ψητό στο κέντρο και ο πατέρας μου έκοβε το ψωμί, θα μείνει στην καρδιά μου για πάντα σαν μια πολυαγαπημένη ανάμνηση 💖😢!
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Δεν πρέπει να ξεχάσω να αναφέρω ότι τα Ελληνικά Αρτοποιεία ήταν τα βασικά μέρη όπου ο Ελληνικός λαός έψηνε όλα τα «εορταστικά Φαγητά» και έτσι ήταν άρρηκτα συνδεδεμένα με όλες τις ευτυχισμένες οικογενειακές στιγμές 😍:
Κυριακές-οικογενειακές συγκεντρώσεις: Ψητά με κρέας / κοτόπουλο / ψάρι
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Χριστούγεννα: Μελομακάρονα, Κουραμπιέδες και Χριστόψωμο
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Νέο Έτος: Βασιλόπιτα
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Πάσχα: Αρνί, Τσουρέκι και Κουλουράκια
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Γάμοι και βαπτίσεις: Σκαλτσούνια, Κουραμπιέδες και άλλα τοπικές κεράσματα
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Εκκλησιαστικές προσφορές: Πρόσφορο και Φανουρόπιτα
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Φωτογραφία από ekklisiaonline.gr
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Ωστόσο, όπως όλα τα καλά, παλιά πράγματα, τα έθιμα έχουν αλλάξει ή και χαθεί! Σήμερα, οι άνθρωποι της πόλης έχουν τη δική τους ηλεκτρική κουζίνα για να φτιάξουν το ψητό τους! Ή επιλέγουν να μην ψήσουν τα Σαββατοκύριακα πια και προτιμούν να βγουν έξω για φαγητό μετά από μια κουραστική εβδομάδα, ειδικά επειδή και οι δύο εργάζονται καθημερινά. Ως αποτέλεσμα, τα περισσότερα Αρτοποιεία στις μεγάλες πόλεις έχουν σταματήσει να προσφέρουν αυτήν την ειδική υπηρεσία 😫! Ευτυχώς, τα Αρτοποιεία μας παρέχουν ακόμα το υπέροχο φρεσκοψημένο ψωμί και άλλες λιχουδιές και αρτοσκευάσματα!
Φωτογραφίες από Μεγάλο Αρτοποιείο στο Κέντρο της Αθήνας!
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Φωτογραφίες από τοπικό Αρτοποιείο σε γειτονιά της Αθήνας
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Φωτογραφίες από Αρτοποιείο/Ζαχαροπλαστείο στη Σκόπελο
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Ξέρω πάντως, ότι αυτή η παλιά συνήθεια της Κυριακής με το ψητό να ετοιμάζεται στο τοπικό "Φούρνο", υπάρχει ακόμα σε κάποια Ελληνικά χωριά και νησιά. Είδα μερικές ηλικιωμένες νοικοκυρές να κουβαλούν τα ταψιά τους στον τοπικό φούρναρη τους, όταν επισκέφτηκα κάποια μικρά χωριά στην Κρήτη!
Φωτογραφίες απο Αρτοποιείο στη Κρήτη με τις τοπικές λιχουδιές
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Αχ, τι δε θα έδινα να γυρίσω πίσω το χρόνο και να δω ξανά τους πάγκους γεμάτους με ταψιά τη Κυριακή και να μυρίσω ξανά τις ορεκτικές μυρωδιές τους! Ακόμα κι αν αυτό θα σήμαινε να πρέπει να μεταφέρω το βαρύ ταψί μου πίσω στο σπίτι 😀...
Άλλες Λαϊκές Εκφράσεις & Παροιμίες για το Ψωμί Όποιος δε θέλει να ζυμώσει, δέκα μέρες κοσκινίζει Τα' φαγε τα ψωμιά του Αυτή η δουλειά έχει πολύ ψωμί Βγάζω το ψωμί μου Το έδωσε για ένα κομμάτι ψωμί Ψωμί δεν έχουμε, ραπανάκια για την όρεξη Ο πεινασμένος καρβέλια ονειρεύεται Όποιος σπέρνει τεμπελιά, θερίζει πείνα Ο καλός ο μύλος τ' αλέθει όλα Ό,τι σπείρεις θα θερίσεις Φάγαμε μαζί ψωμί και αλάτι Θα φάει πολλά ψωμιά ακόμη
Θα θέλατε να μάθετε να φτιάχνετε δικό σας Ψωμί?! 
Κοιτάξτε τη συνταγή μου για εύκολο Ψωμί Χωρίς ζύμωμα σε 5′ ΛΙΝΚ ΕΔΩ 
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Κοιτάξτε επίσης τη συνταγή μου για το λαχταριστό Λιόψωμο! ΛΙΝΚ ΕΔΩ
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Θα θέλατε να μάθετε να φτιάχνετε δικό σας Κουλούρι Θεσσαλονίκης? Κοιτάξτε τη συνταγή μου για υπέροχα σπιτικά Κουλούρια! ΛΙΝΚ ΕΔΩ
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Οι περισσότερες φωτογραφίες των Φαγητών ανήκουν στο Greek Cooking Made Easy και μπορείτε να βρείτε τις συνταγές τους στο κανάλι στο YouTube και στην Ιστοσελίδα! Ευχαριστώ για την ανάγνωση!
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parti-pooper · 5 years
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Headcanons for Stendy Family?
Alright, Anon! The time has come! OvO/ I don’t know if these are the kinds of headcanons you had hoped for - but I hope you can enjoy them anyway. uwu
Stan proposes to Wendy on the night of a wedding reception. Drunk. After puking. With no ring. Seeing his friends get married that day made him get mushy, and so he downed a bunch of liquid luck in the hopes of getting up enough courage to ask her to marry him. He thought it’d be romantic. Cue Wendy having to say nope after watching her beautiful, beloved boyfriend eject his guts and slur, “Wen-dyyy I larvuI lff fugignk larvaruu youuu,, marr meh ples marr meybeb…”
Wendy tells Stan what he did the next morning, and he gets embarrassed as he explains his thoughts last night. Wendy asks if he was genuine, and Stan says yeah, he really was. “Ask me again,” she says. “I don’t know,” he laughs nervously, “I’m kind of scared you’ll say no again.”  He pulls at his hair anxiously and averts his gaze, but she grabs his hand and makes him look into her eyes. “Ask me again,” she says, and he can’t deny her. “Okay, uhm… Wendy, I love you. Will you marry me?” He winces, pained, while he waits for her response. She smiles easily. “Yes.”
And that’s how Stan proposed to Wendy, drunk, and then proposed to her again, hungover. Still a better love story than Twilight.
They have a winter wedding. It snows on the day, and so Wendy and Stan both have white flakes in their black hair in all their wedding photographs outside the church. His horrible friends make dandruff jokes, but Stan and Wendy are so happy, they can’t even care. They’re shivering and smiling the whole day long.
Wendy keeps her last name, which Stan is disappointed about after all of those years writing Wendy Marsh in the margins of his notebooks, but he respects her decision.
They honeymoon in Hawaii. They’re a basic bitch couple, at the end of the day. (Butters sets them up, btw. Mahalo Rewards Card, biiitch!)
They were living together even before marriage, so they just continue to live like that for the first year of marriage. It isn’t long before Wendy gets pregnant though (Marsh men move fast, f.y.i., they end up being the first couple in their group of friends to have kids) and they quickly realise that their one-bedroom apartment probably isn’t the best place to raise a kid.
They end up moving to a cramped little house in a different area of their city. Stan wanted to move somewhere with a big backyard and a nearby park and quiet, safe roads for his kid to play in, like back where he grew up. But they had to stay in the city while Wendy finished her PhD.
It’s hard to make ends meet while Wendy’s working on her thesis and a part-time job while pregnant (with all of the discomfort that implies), and Stan’s trying to make enough money for the both of them doing whatever job he can. It’s a very poor time for them. There’s a lot of stress and a lot of arguments break out between them. They go to bed angry sometimes.
…But they always make up eventuality. It’s the hardest nights that make them cling the closest.
Stan and Wendy end up getting two babies for the price of one. They find out they’re having twins, and their stress just doubles.
They work themselves to exhaustion trying to save up enough money for their stork delivery, taking extra shifts at their work. They sleep whenever they’re not working. They forget to eat. Some days, they don’t even see each other. When they do, they can’t even muster the energy to just talk.
Sometimes they forget what it’s all for.
They remember again when Wendy finally gives birth, and they have their beautiful twin daughters. Stan holds one in each arm, and cries the whole time. Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny arrive pretty much instantaneously, being that over-dependent surrogate family they’ve always been to him, and all just hug the ever-loving shit out of Stan and coo over their new nieces.
Wendy gets a visit from all her girlfriends, too. Bebe, Nichole, Red, Heidi, Annie, and more, all come bearing gifts like the Wise Men at Jesus’ birth.
Having twins is no fucking party. Have you ever tried to soothe two babies crying at once? Stan and Wendy can’t take turns; they both have to get up in the night when the babies cry. The sleep deprivation is real, you guys.
Wendy has to take time off from her part-time job due to maternity leave, and she has to finish her thesis from home, so she stays and looks after the twins in the day. Stan goes to work all day, and then he takes over at night when he gets home.
Sometimes Gran’pa Randy and Gran’ma Sharon will take the kids off their hands for a weekend just so that Stan and Wendy can catch up on some fucking sleep. Stan has never loved them more than when they do that.
The twins grow up to be absolute terrors. Neither Stan nor Wendy know where they got their mischievous side from, but boy did they get it. Like, why are they so determined to stick pointy things in power outlets? Why do they constantly want to put small objects in their mouths? Why don’t they want to wear diapers? Why do they like to scream at the top of their lungs when their mom is working? Why do they think the wall is the best place to draw on with crayons? (Uncle Cartman is so proud, btw.)
Stan and Wendy swear up and down that they are never having another one. Never, ever. Nope. Not a single one. Two is more than enough. No.
Two years later, Wendy is pregnant again.
She’s finally finished her PhD though, so they think it’s finally time to move to that huge house with the big backyard in a nice neighbourhood like they always talked about.
“No, Stan, we’re not getting a dog too. We barely just got the girls potty-trained, and we still have to take them out on leashes. That’s all the dog we need right now.”
She gives birth to their son, Thomas, not long after. And thank goodness, he inherited his father’s quietness and is not as unnecessarily loud as his sisters. He also inherited his father’s sensitivity, however, and he cries at near-anything. A very fussy baby. He lives in his daddy’s arms, and he is literally, actually scared of his own shadow. His big sisters bully him a lot.
But they won’t allow anyone else to bully him. Like their mom, they stand up against any tyranny (that isn’t their own). Also like their mom, they are ferociously intelligent, and their parents fear them for it.
All three children have the same black hair and blue eyes as their mom and dad and grow up to be the absolute spit of their parents.
When Stan and Wendy look at their children, they quite literally forget all those years of hardship they went through; because what is that suffering, now, compared to this bliss?
Stan is such a sappy dad, in fact, that he writes songs about his children, for his children, and sings to them on his guitar.
Then the girls try to steal his guitar and almost break it with their careless strumming because they can’t appreciate nice things when they’re, what, six? Seriously, Stan, what did you think would happen?
But they quiet down and listen when Stan sings them a lullaby at bedtime.
Also, Stan is a pretty big push-over. His kids just need to bat their baby blues at them and he’s wrapped ‘round their tiny fingers. An ice-cream? You got it, honey. A pony? Anything for you, sweetie. What’s that, now? The assassination of the US president? Just hold on, cupcake, I’m on my way to D.C. right now.
I swear, Wendy “Don’t Fucking Test Me” Burger is the only force keeping that family from falling to the whims of their terrible twins and the wants of their infant son.
She makes sure they brush their teeth and eat their greens and look both ways before crossing the street. She has full folders of their medical and dental history organised in chronological order. She already has a college fund set up for all three kids that she keeps money flowing into monthly. She helps them with their homework (mostly Thomas, the girls do fine on their own). She’s a fucking scary force of nature, man.
…But maybe she lets Stan get that dog one day.
Uncle Kyle, Uncle Cartman, and Uncle Kenny visit often, and bring their own kids when they have them too. They reminisce while watching their children run around, playing and fighting, like they all used to do as kids. And they spoil Stan and Wendy’s children absolutely fucking rotten, and that doesn’t fucking help, guys, stop bringing the girls candy when we’re trying to teach them that locking their baby brother in the pantry is bad!!
Anyway, they’re a beautiful fucking family. I’m happy for them.
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killianmesmalls · 5 years
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FINALLY!!! My con recap is... long. And I’m wordy. And it’s long. BUT IT’S HERE! Below the cut for anyone who is crazy enough to read it all. 
Friday:
By the time the weekend really got started, I had already had the chance to meet up with @lillpon Wednesday evening for a last-day-at-work happy hour and then again when she, @justmilah, and @fraddit came over to my place to hang out, watch Once, and put the totally last minute touches on my Tilly cosplay. (Also, BTW, yes I am using nicknames because 1) I figure it’s easier for people to follow along and 2) I don’t know how much some people want their real names to be attached to fellow crazies and sent into the ether.) We ended up venturing down to pick up the car from my father-in-law, and on the way found a meeting place for @queen-mabs-revenge to gather with us. Now, we couldn’t find her, kept checking to see where she might be, when LO, HERE COMETH A TINY ITALIAN IN A BIG MCFRIGGIN HAT. Yes, she was indeed sauntering down 8th Avenue in her Lt. Jones hat, which was probably the 18th weird thing most passing New Yorkers had seen in the two hours since they had woken up.
We then all tackle each other and me, @fraddit, @justmilah, and @queen-mabs-revenge continue on to meet my FIL for the car, where Mabs was super on board with helping him trek stuff from the trunk back to his apartment after seconds of meeting him. Such a polite. Without much ado, we make our way to the middle of friggin nowhere New Jersey, aided by the very comforting fact that Mabs navigates the way I need to be navigated to. Much thanks. Many appreciate. Wow.
Our first stop once we go around in circles a few times since driving in Whippany itself is a damn adventure was to meet up with @thesschesthair. While Mabs is confusing the front desk dude with her hat, Chesty over there gives us a call and I sneak out, lock eyes across the dingy parking lot of the Red Carpet Inn, by its derelict diner, and leap into her arms. She then comes over to attack Milah and Fraddit before properly grabbing Mabs so hard they were close to osmosis.
I’m not going to lie, it’s at this point through to Monday evening where things sort of blur. Mabs and Chesty requested rooms beside each other and GUESS WHAT. Yep, you guessed it, they had rooms that actually were connected by a door that was hidden behind Mabs’s oversized fridge. Oh! And there was a random toilet just hanging out outside their rooms. Because, why not? When Puh Pah has to go, he has to go. Also, it’s here that Mabs gives us all Alice-themed totes from Poundland (YES, LAUGH, IT’S GREAT) and then we do roundabouts again to get to the Marriott where the rest of us are staying.
Registration was a breeze, and then we collapse into the lounge area where we meet up with @theonceoverthinker and an already-registered Chesty, where she and I are off to the side making inappropriate jokes and then deciding it’s time to wine o’clock this con. Guys? The pub in the Marriott got some play by the Pirate Crew (thank you, @freifraufischer for dubbing us all as pirates), we tried their Poisoned Apple sangria, shot the shit, and then went about checking in and getting ourselves settled while at various points meeting up with @captregina, @lillpon, and @freifraufischer.
At some point (again because all is a blur) we went to Chris’s Q&A where I asked him a couple of questions and honestly blanked on most of the experience because OMFGITALKEDTOSMEE. Then Jared came on, was very much however you’d imagine Jared being, and I was still very much focused on Chris saying how much Smee would love Alice and knowing that Colin and Rose day was tomorrow.
Afterwards, we got autographs, where Mabs’s delightful totes came in handy and I had Gil, Chris, and Jared sign the back of the Alice tote. Gil was nice and I complimented Jared on how much him being open about anxiety meant to people, but it was Chris that, to me, was the MVP. He was incredibly personable, funny, and a total teddy bear. I asked him about the blooper he was in where it seemed like Smee was trying to convince Hook to not duel with Ahab (the one where Colin spat in his face) and Chris said he honestly forgot what was happening in that scene, but he would ask Colin. Still, the one thing he did remember was when he knelt down in front of Colin in the post-duel “Congratulations, Captain, you won!” scene, he split his pants. The camera was to his back, but his treasures were on full display in front of Colin.
I also asked Chris for a hug because, I mean, YOLO, and he obliged! Honestly, he’s a damn pumpkin and I adore him.
Now, there was karaoke night after this, but some of us were bad idea bears and decided to say “f--- this” and went into the pool with some sea salt gin Mabs had brought over. We’re super classy, guys.
...What happens at the pool, stays in the pool. :P
Saturday:
OMG COLIN AND ROSE DAY! COLIN AND ROSE DAY! COLIN AND ROSE DAY!
I was legit saying this and hopping up and down I don’t know how many times. I focused most of the morning trying to make sure I had myself together, getting my tights ripped just right, getting my hair done, venturing to @captregina’s room so I could do her hair (where I met @brave-lassie), doing her eyeliner, doing my makeup, meeting up with everyone, and trying to contain my feelings about COLIN AND ROSE DAY!!!
I missed most of the Wild Bunch Q&A in my efforts to get ready and in waiting for Rose’s photo ops. I lined up with Capt just by where the actors enter into the room they do the photo ops in and got my very first in-person look at Rose.
Guys.
GUYS.
That precious angel GLOWS. I cannot say enough how adorable and lovely she looks and is in person, but I will try my best. She’s insanely precious. Honestly, I was probably a walking hearteyes emoji. I try to keep my cool as I wait for her in line, where I’m set to get a picture with her than a shared picture with her and Capt, and the moment she sees me in my Tilly cosplay she exclaims, “NAILED IT!” Then, like a spastic idiot, I told her I couldn’t help myself since she’s my favorite, and she said, “You’re my favorite!” Bless her. She’s insanely personable and tilts her head to you, and is a personified cupcake.
After that, I brought Capt in for a shared picture with her, where we handed her my bunny mask and Rubik’s cube I had made with the help of Lill as we (plus Milah and Fraddit) had lounged on my couch Thursday night. She geeked out a bit over them, I asked her which one she wanted to hold, and she chose the Rubik’s cube, I held the mask, and Capt and I held a pillowcase she had gotten a while back that said, “We’re all mad here.”
Rapid fire they then did Colin and Chris photos followed by Colin and Rose, where all of us collectively lost our minds throughout. There are some pretty stellar ones people got with Colin and Chris, and then OMFG KNIGHTROOK.
Not going to lie, I kind of blanked on it a bit. I just remember saying “hi” to them both, taking a photo in the middle of them, and then ushering in PERFECT TACO HAT LT. JONES MCMABS in for the second photo, where I pulled a crazy face and she pulled that cheesy salute in that pic of him and Bernard.
Then was Rose’s Q&A, and as you can tell she’s still the embodiment of sunshine with a dash of silliness. I must have had a massive smile on my face the entire time in between bouts of laughter.
Before her panel ended, they called for Colin photos, which I needed to get to early because I had Rose’s meet and greet, but HELL NO WAS I MISSING ANY OF ROSE. Nope. So I stayed, then dashed out, and totally thought I’d be fine because…hey, I had already met and touched the man, how hard could this be?
BEING A NORMAL HUMAN AROUND HIM IS IMPOSSIBLE. I just hope I didn’t sound too much like an idiot when I said another hello and asked, “Do you mind if I give you a hug?”
Tired panda just opened his arms and we took a quick picture, and his face was SUPER CLOSE TO MINE and I didn’t know what to do with myself and suddenly that scruff was AGAINST MAH FACE. I think I entered a new plane of existence at some point but remembered I had feed and managed to use them to walk out and not completely venture to a new reality.
It was probably a good thing I didn’t have time to transcend to nirvana because ROSE’S MEET AND GREET WAS NEXT. It got off to a late start since Emilie was still in the room when we got up there, but I’d wait howmstever long for her.
SHE IS AN ANGEL. I mean, absolute, 100%, grade-A, undiluted angel. She makes an effort to engage with everyone and really make eye contact with you, speak to you for as much as she can, and is just naturally her sweet and funny self. She then took selfies with everyone, where I told her my name was “Carrie, like the movie” which is my default at Starbucks because then people know how to spell it. She fake scared and pretended like she was ducking her head and going to walk out, which we shared a laugh at before our picture.
I missed most of Karen David’s panel, but right afterward was COLIN!!! Tired panda did his best to wake up and be his silly, smartass self, bless his heart. I’m so glad he said he wished there were more to the KnightRook story because he feels like there’s more to explore with that and HARD AGREE, COL! Also massive, MASSIVE shoutout to Overthinker for her crazy awesome questions!!! You are indeed worthy of being his favorite!!! Also, props to @the-girl-in-the-band-tshirt for her original question about craft services. Dudes, the things we don’t think about!!! I need to try a grilled cheese with pickles now, that sounds AMAZING. OH! OH!!! AND HE DID THE WORM! AND SANG! How were we this #blessed?!?!
We then had a hot minute (or roughly 30) before KNIGHTROOK PANEL!!! Guys, those two and their dynamic will never not kill me. THOSE TWOOOOOOO!!!! HOW PERFECT ARE THEY?!?! I think their humor together is priceless and she’s like a damn coffee bean to him. It’s a good thing I like odd things because I CAN’T EVEN WITH THEM. (:smirk:) AS IF THAT WEREN’T ENOUGH he goes and kills us with his Millian answer and I see Mabs and Milah vibrating into the ether.
After that is almost immediately autographs, where they had us line up for Colin then head over to Rose. They tucked tired panda behind this black curtain, and Mabs, Capt, and I coordinated getting various things signed for us and others. When I told him something was for someone who had contributed to the Whitecaps charity, he replied, “Oh! Very good.” Then he got my spyglass and went all childishly curious, peeked inside the box, then raised his eyebrow and gave me a smirk.
Then it was off to see Rose, who was taking more time to talk to fans, which is understandable given the fact that Colin had a longer line and Rose also can’t seem to help herself. Chesty gave me her badge so I could get a second autograph, like a friggin champ, and I had Rose sign the spyglass and also had the title page of the manuscript I’ve written (I NEED TO FINISH EDITING IT) and told her it was a 1920s Alice in Wonderland retelling, and I thought having her sign it would be a good luck charm. She sounded super enthusiastic about it and wrote a long note for me on it, which I will for sure cherish forever!!!
OH! And on my way to get into the Rose line, I hear someone say my name and LO AND BEHOLD, IT’S @leiandcharles!!! HUZZAH!!! I probably sounded like a spaz because I was on a Colin and Rose high and was all over the place but she pretended to not be terrified of the insanity that was me… ANYWAY!
It was then time for dinner. With the pub PACKED TO THE GILLS, especially after there was a bomb scare at a nearby hotel so the people there had to come over to ours for a bit, a group of us went up to Capt’s room to hang out and get pizza. I’m probably going to blank on everyone that was in that room, but I do remember dragging Leia there, meeting @coaldustcanary, Overthinker kicking over my drink and being roasted about it by Chesty (still makes me giggle!), and generally being a nuisance with Capt, Mabs, and Milah while Fraddit, and Lill went off to introduce Chesty to Chipotle. It has since changed her life.
At some point we declare we should hang out at the pub again, and a group of us went to go shoot the shit until Mabs passed out right there in the booth (CALLIN’ YOU OUT, POPS!) and everyone was sufficiently either toasted or tired. Some of us then venture up to my room, and shenanigans ensued. THUS ENDETH COLIN AND ROSE DAY!
Sunday:
While I was sad this seemed like a less crazy day for us, I was also a bit relieved because hot DAMN was I tired after the day before. Still, we didn’t have much time to really collect ourselves because the Mills fam gold panel started at 10, so a group of us wandered down to breakfast.
We then get in to see Andrew, Lana, and Bex, where Lana and Bex were of course hysterical together, Andy looked cute, and you could feel the collective vibrating of all Regina and Zelena fans which was adorable. I mean, I love Regina, but there was some LOVE in that room from her Evil Regals. I do wish Andy had gotten a bit more attention or had been a bit more vocal, but it’s got to be hard to not just let Lana and Bex own the stage.
There was then a decent break before Bex’s panel. That woman, as you all likely know, is HYSTERICAL. She kept the room laughing through most of her panel, and you can see she has nothing but love for her fans and her costars.
After her panel, I don’t have anything I’m too fussed about until 2 (MILAH WAS ROBBED IN THAT VID CONTEST, BTW, JUST SAYING) and so some of us gather together for lunch in, you guessed it, the hotel pub! Dudes, our options were limited and it looked like a library and had loaded potato soup. What more do you want?
It’s then time to MEET LANA, where me, Mabs, and Capt try to strategically settle ourselves somewhere out of the way but close enough to the side door to get a good look at the queen as she walks in. And, DAMN, that woman is gorgeous! Me and Capt then leap into the line where she proceeds to get two very adorable photos done and then I get pulled in to get hugged by Lana (!!!!!!!!!) while Capt hugs her from the back. She was super sweet and patient the whole time with everyone, and you could really see how much she loves spending time with her fans.
We then decide some of us need shots because some of us (*cough* Capt *cough*) are about to pass out from being so near Her Majesty’s presence, and then we wander into the ballroom for Henry Squared’s panel. Andy was adorable, Jared was typical Jared. I’ll be honest, I don’t have anything from that panel that seems to stick out to me as a solid memory, though maybe that was the whiskey shot’s fault.
Then comes Lana’s panel and, once again, you can feel the energy of the Evil Regals in the room. For however silly Colin, Rose, and KnightRook panels are, HOLY DAMN Lana panels are just filled with all sorts of emotions! It was like a damn rollercoaster! I laughed, I teared up, I was generally all over the place. SO MANY FEELINGS, GUYS. It was delightful but also made me just desperately need to laugh about fart jokes with my fellow Colin heathens. WE DON’T KNOW EMOTIONS.
Sadly during the following break, it is time to say farewell to the spun sugar that is Lillpon. I console myself knowing I’ll see her again, but it’s depressingly others’ last time with her, but ONLY FOR NOW. Yes? Yes.
Next up is autos with Andrew and then Lana. Andrew was a sweetheart. I was standing next to Capt and Mabs, where we proceeded to tell him how great we thought he was in season 7 and how much that season and his performance in it meant to us and brought back some love for the show. He seemed genuinely touched and said it meant a lot to him to hear that. Bless that boy.
We then wait a bit for me, Capt, Mabs, and Milah to venture up for Lana’s autos. By the time we got to her, we had this whole strategic thing planned out where I’d bring up S7 Hooked Queen, Capt gets her Hooked Queen picture signed, and Mabs gets the word for Capt’s tattoo. Lana says she did expect when they started that she thought Hook and Regina were going to be a thing but alas. Oh! And Mabs tells her that they’ve got family from the same area of Sicily, where Lana proceeds to say they do kinda look alike, and it is now confirmed #fam.
With everything over, we head once again to, YOU GUESSED IT AGAIN, the hotel pub. Chesty and Fraddit have already settled in and eaten, and me, Mabs, Capt, Overthinker, and Milah get ourselves all ordered up where we both mourn the end of the weekend and still buzz from the high the last three days had given us. A series of more shenanigans ensues, and none of us are ready for the weekend to be over. I’m pretty sure we collectively tried to drag it out for as long as possible.
For one last hurrah, we then venture to the pool again and meet up with @reginamotherfuckingmills and @agntreginaskywalker, where we all debrief and collectively laugh about the weekend, in addition to getting all into our feels about how Swan Queen fans and Hook fans are being all chill and friendly with each other. WHO KNEW PEOPLE COULD HUMAN?!
It was a fantastic end to the weekend, and there were more days ahead that involved ridiculous conversations in the car (Thicc Lady and Pointy Boi! Is this Central Park?! etc), meeting Mabs’s ENTIRE FAMILY, hearing Chesty lose her mind several times, enjoying super Long Island experiences with them, Milah, Overthinker, and Fraddit, and so on. Some of us also went sailing on a tall boat later, where we hoisted the main sail and felt like proper pirates! Then there was just general hanging out, but I won’t bore you further with that.
Instead, I’ll bore you with shoutouts!
@lillpon DESCUSTANG!!! You’re such a damn delight. Both sharing a bed and hoisting the main sail with you was brilliant and I love you forever. YOU MET COLIN!!!
@queen-mabs-revenge What are words? I have none. And if I started I’d probably turn into a mess so FARTS BELLY PT CRUISER POINTY BOI FARTS! I’ll probably emotion at some point and send it to you in private and then go run off to watch bloopers or something to get back to some sort of state of normal.
@fraddit SEVEN?! WHAT’S IN THE BOX?! Resting judge face or no, you’re fantastic, I love you, and you’re forever welcome in my apartment! Or basically anywhere with me.
@thesschesthair You funny asshole, I don’t know what I would have done without you to be there to say jokes as foul as mine. You were such a good sport about me being an annoying shit. I’m keeping my fingers and toes crossed we can celebrate your birthday with a Captain Charming shindig!!!
@justmilah You’re so sweet and so funny and just damn precious. I LOVED going to the American Girls store, traipsing around Rockefeller Center, exploring actual Central Park, getting Millian and Knightrook feels in the AMNH, and wasting time at Johnny Utah’s with you. You’re always welcome!!!
@captregina Mah darling! I’m so glad and relieved that you had a good experience! You earned it, and I’m excited to talk about it over brunch with you.
@theonceoverthinker YOU FAVORITE PHD GENIUS! Stellar questions from a stellar person. It was amazing to hang out with you and we should do it again soon!!!
@the-girl-in-the-band-tshirt You’re a precious angel and it was delightful to meet you! I’m so glad you felt welcomed into the fold. But, of course you were! You’re wonderful!
@brave-lassie From one “mom” to another, thanks! Also, you’re a sweetheart and YOU MAKE AN AMAZING RED!!!
@leiandcharles @freifraufischer @coaldustcanary @reginamotherfuckingmills and @agntreginaskywalker IT WAS LOVELY TO MEET YOU ALL! And thank you for being so patient and awesome with some of the shenanigans.
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somemilanlove · 5 years
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What Am I doing at the Magnolia Table?
Hey there!! 
If you’re reading this you’re probably asking yourself if it’s a post worth your time and hopefully your 5 sec scroll, scroll, stop attention span has given you time to pause here with me. My name is Rachel, a small town west texas girl, mom of 4 little humans who are my everything and also take my everything to keep up with. I am a former high school science teacher who now fancies herself an IG Public Figure, Entrepreneur, Fitness Influencer.  My life is pretty busy filled with to do lists, laundry, homework, & parent teacher meetings on top of the additional daily tasks of my Mom-Boss side hustle.
It’s because  of this non-stop mania where I serve others, seemingly, all day long  that I’ve decided to spend the next 365 days very much like Julie Powell did back in 2002. If you’ve never seen the chick flick Julie & Julia then add it to your watch list on Netflix because #1 its a good one, and #2 this blog will make so much more sense to you when you do. I happened to watch this movie a couple nights ago with my husband (who sat through the entire thing with me almost as in to the movie as I was btw) when she to found herself uninspired and wondering what her purpose and happiness in life was to be found.
Unlike Julie I am not a writer, I did not go to school to become a journalist, novelist, or professional blogger of any kind. I’ve worn many hats in my short 33 years of life but never those. The closest I come to being a good cook are the “fancy” meal ideas I make for Xmas and Thanksgiving  from my hand-me down Home Living Cookbooks.  Which i usually eat happily while the others around me would much rather enjoy a Sonic burger. Before that my cooking skills came from my grandmother, who made simple meals of meat and potatoes, or your typical Mexican dishes with beans and rice usually being the main course since money wasn’t always available for the meats. I added to those “skills” working for McDonald’s at the age of 14 and continued on learning by reading recipes as  the internet became more available to me.  Showing my age there huh.
As any rebel girl does I did not marry out of high school, I went to a small college where I worked two jobs and lived off ramen and campus cafeteria food. Later on I became a nurse out of necessity. I became a mother at age 21 and did the right thing by everyone but me and married young. As a nurse I was following in my mother in laws footsteps ( a woman I very much adore and who I hope to make proud with everything I do.) it was there that I learned a few new things about cooking Mexican food, had cookbooks readily available & more free time to play with a full kitchen.
I have always enjoyed being in the kitchen. Feeding people and gift giving are my love languages. As a young girl I would watch my mom make her simple foods with what little we had, steal a tortilla any time I could, As a teen my grandmother gave in to letting me be the one to help her in the kitchen since no one else would volunteer and she couldnt get rid of me anyway.
Soon after my oldest was born and I was done with nursing school my husband and I realized we just were not compatible, I moved into an on campus dorm with my son in tow and started working on my next goal, my bachelors in Biology. I went to school full time, hired a nanny and worked night shift on the weekends. Just to be able to afford the gas money for my work commute on the weekends & the young college student who watched my son during class. My student loans covered everything in between one semester at a time. Soon after I met the young man who would soon become the father of my second son ( months later)  and 2  beautiful daughters (years later) , my husband, & my best friend.
The next 3 years went by faster than I can remember, with days filled with my own homework, classes, and playtime with my boys, & my nights filled with caring for the local seniors at the retirement home. Any days off were spent working my second job 80 miles a way, managing at the same place that gave me my start. I kept learning new ways to cook, bake & expanded my print out recipe collection.
Graduation came and went like a whirlwind. The day most people are excited about freaked me out. Here I was to leave what had been my home for the past 3 years to go out into the real world. My routine of in and out of campus buildings, familiar fresh paint smells, professors rushing past & lazy freshmen littering the quad between classes was all I had known. The routine of overworking myself and stretching myself thin had also become normal. Checking boxes of what was right by society was also very normal.
After graduation I moved back in with my mother in law. I worked at the local nursing home at my usual night shift & the pressure of finding my own place and being a grown up on my own was on!! And it was heavy!! Not because anyone placed it on me but because I expected it of myself. Within a few short weeks I had applied to jobs using my newly acquired degree as leverage, or so I thought. After a few weeks went by I panicked I spent the afternoon spilling my guts and fears about student loan repayment to my mother in law who suggested I teach. “Just jump into the certification course in Midland, I’ll call Gil Ray.” She was the Head of all the school nurses after all, and new the people who I needed to talk to. Within a week I was interviewed, hired, and on the right track to taking a blitz certification course 2 hours away.
Its seemed like the right thing to do at the time since I was already a mom of two little boys and a single momming it. This is probably the first time I admit this openly to anyone outside of my immediate family, but I had zero interest in becoming a teacher. I was afraid of moving out of the small town we lived in & leaving my family & support system. So I did what looked right & even though I felt less for it. I know it seems I am rambling on and this is supposed to be a dialogue about food and what an amazing recipe is in store for you, but like I mentioned before I’m not here as a writer to dazzle you with my own original new recipes or as an amazing cook/chef or foodie, simply a mama on her journey to figure out her place in this world.
Between the time of my certification and Day 1 of my new job I had reunited with my college flame, baby daddy & did the grown up thing and moved in together. We continued to grow our family & I continued to feed them with loving recipes when I had time, which turned out to be the weekends (when i wasn’t coaching) and  holidays when I would hope to impress friends and family with my amazing skills.
Fast Forward 5 years and you’ll find me leaving that teaching job, working for myself as a virtual health and wellness coach, helping mamas lose that baby weight, eat healthier and do the same for their friends and family too. You’ll find me back here at my table, with a little girl in tow, free time to think about my purpose in life and how I might find what lights my fire. I love what I do but something tells me I am meant for something different in life. I’m not sure what and to be honest, I feel selfish for thinking I have the right to know. Especially when so many before me didn’t have the luxury to even realize they may have been meant for more.
My hope is that over the next 365 days of me doing what I enjoy, what I love may come to mind, I might be blogging one night and spark a conversation with myself and know once and for all “this is it”. 
Whatever that might be.
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kristallioness · 6 years
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I sketched this cute moment from one of my most recent fanfics, "Playing healer with daddy", yesterday while I was riding the train to Tallinn and using the spare time I had during my stay in the capital. I knew I wanted to sketch something for pride month, so the first thought was Korrasami, but then I remembered my favourite lesbian cloudbaby! (And isn't it Father's Day in the USA next weekend, the 3rd Sunday in June? Happy early Father's Day to Aang!!! Estonians celebrate it on the 2nd Sunday in November, ha!) Healer Kya is very pleased since Aang's such a good patient for her. Guess who else was a good patient yesterday?.. Meeeeeeee! Why? Because I became a gene donor!
I voluntarily decided to give another gift (in the form of 6 ml of my blood) to my country for its centennial by becoming a gene donor. The Estonian gene storage of Tartu University has this storage of genes collected from Estonians, which they use to determine how genes work, what kind of people are prone to which diseases, who are more at risk, and also for doctors to determine what would be the best treatment/medicine to prescribe should they fall ill.
It's an amazing thing and I'd been wanting to do it ever since this special campaign was announced this year. The goal is to collect new genes from 100,000 Estonians for Estonia's centennial to better help develop our understanding of genes/medicine/medical care. They'd collected more than 50,000 samples so far, prior to this campaign.
And now, I'm among those 50,000 Estonians, proud of doing a good selfless deed and the new small poking mark (from the needle) on my right arm (it didn't hurt at all!). Besides that, all donors will get the results of the tests and analyses that have been conducted on their genes. I'll be expecting those within the next year from now since the first people who went to donate at the beginning of 2018 started getting results 5-6 months later.
Btw, I don't remember whether I've mentioned it before, but the date in the upper corner shows when I drew the sketch, and the weather/nature details remind me of what the weather was like on that day + it's a pretty illustration around the date. Also, the names of the months are in Estonian.
@madamebomb mentioned a little while ago that cursive handwriting is sort of fading away because it isn't taught at schools as much anymore. Well, it is still taught in Estonian schools and this is my beautiful handwriting, which has remained the same since my school years.
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goatessb · 3 years
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Farewell Trip #4. Iksan, Jeolla Bukdo/익산, 전라북도. May 7-9, 2021. Part 1 (out of 3)
A city steeped in ancient Baekje Kingdom history.
For the video diary of the trip, click here: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMQLWpdVHgQ
It seems I’ve started covering Jeolla cities even if it hadn’t been my intention. After the Jeonju and Gunsan trips, I spent two days in Iksan, May 7th -9th. I’ll cover all the basics and then some more: how I got there, where I stayed, what I visited, what I ate and drank, what I liked and possibly disliked. But before all of that, a brief introduction of Iksan…
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Iksan’s history dates back to the kingdom of Baekje, one of the three ancient Korean kingdoms, the other two being Kogoryo and Silla. The two UNESCO World Heritage Sites, Mireuksaji Temple Site and Pagoda and Wangnungri Temple site and the Five-story pagoda are from this period. The city is rich in many historical sites that are, sadly, not well-preserved and one has to rely on imagination and digital representations of what it all may have looked like. Still… we enjoyed roaming these atmospheric places, in spite of the suffocating air pollution and yellow dust.
History that'd rather be forgotten...
Iksan is not only famous for its glorious Baekje past but also quite infamous for the misfortunes that fell on the city and the area. One of them was the explosion of a freight train carrying 40 tons of dynamite, in 1977. It was of such magnitude that it created a crater 10m deep and 30m wide, 59 people died, 185 seriously injured, over 1300 suffered some degree of injury, 9500 buildings were damaged leaving 10,000 people homeless. The government officials’ heads were rolling… The really odd thing is that there exists not a single commemorative sign of this ever happening. Should only ‘good’ history be recorded, then? Another horrible thing that happened here is the culling of over 400,000 chickens, ducks and geese in 2006 due to the rampant bird flu in the region.
Now that you're properly covered in goose bumps, let me tell you about the trip itself.
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The entrance to the Headquarters of Korean Won Buddhism, an offshoot of Zen Buddhism. 
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I took the KTX and arrived at Iksan station at around 10:00 a.m. (Btw, on the way back, it being the parents’ day weekend, all the trains had been fully booked so I resorted to a bus that was very comfy but the ride was very long. The usual 2,5 hours turned into 5,5. Urgh!)
I travel mostly alone, and I must admit I like it that way, but every once in a while it’s a treat to travel with someone and be able to share impressions and, more than that, meals, a cuppa or a drink. This time I travelled with a Saffer friend I had met in Sokcho last year. What’s with me and South Africans? Most of my closest friends are from there! She had booked two rooms for us at a motel called Sopung, an okay place for the price excepting the yellowish not-too-fresh smelling bedsheets and extra thin walls that one night allowed me to hear the sounds of a very brief yet very loud copulating exercise  next door followed by very loud AND very long-lasting snoring.
WHAT'S RECOMMENDED TO BE SEEN IN IKSAN...
The more I travel, the more I wonder how on earth people had travelled before the dawn of the Internet and more recently, online maps. Having done a lot of reading about the area and using Katalk maps while there, I felt almost like a local. In most cases I knew exactly what I wanted to see and how to get there. Maybe not everyone’s preferred way of travelling, but I usually like to be well informed allowing myself to swerve off the planned path and get lost in the new and unexplored. There are many attractions in Iksan but they are so spread out that having a car to drive around would have been wonderful.
 The lack of time is to blame for not having made it to the old Catholic church, Nabawi Seongdang/ 나바위 성당  with its uncharacteristic mix of western and eastern architecture and an equally interesting protestant Church, Dudong Kyohwae/ 두동교회, interesting because even today it seats men and women separately following the old Confucian rule of gender separation. Perhaps a reason to visit Iksan again…
Still, there were plenty of places that I got to see: the headquarters and the research center of Korean Won Buddhism / 원불교중앙총부 and the Wonkwang University campus /원광대학교, the Mireuksaji Temple Site and the Mireuksaji Pagoda / 미륵사지 석탑 and the adjoining National Museum/국림익산 박물관, the Wangnugri Ruins with the Five-story pagoda / 왕궁리유적 과 왕궁리 오층석탑, The Jewelry Museum / 보석발묵관, Gosrak / 고스락 with its thousands of kimchi and soy bean paste pots, and the Prison Filming site /교도소 세트장. I also had planned to visit a charming looking Instagram darling  왕궁리다원 / Wangnungri Dawon, a teahouse situated in a 150yr old hanok. I made it there walking for 30 minutes in sweltering heat, humidity and bad air along a very busy road only to find it closed in spite of Google stating that it was open. Urgh! Never trust anything you read on the Internet - exept my blog, of course. So, let’s go to... 
...THE HEADQUARTERS OF WON BUDDHISM /  원불교중앙총부
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A very North Korean, socialist look... no? 
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Above:  a Won Buddhist surrounded by a Confucian scholar, an imam, a cardinal, and a zen buddhist. Religions of the world unite! A good message that usually falls on deaf ears. Notice the circle on the robe in the middle - well, that was a symbol seen everywhere. We had lots of fun spotting them everywhere even they they had nothing to do with Won Buddhism. 
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The grounds had a variety of building in different architecturalr styles. This one: a typical Japanese house. It was very quiet and beautiful, only leaves rustling and birds chirping. 
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Because we had some confusion with finding our motel, we were running a bit late with the sightseeing on the first day, so we decided to stay in the city and just visit the headquarters and the campus, which suited me perfectly well because the night before I had hardly slept and felt quite tired. According to Wikipedia, “Iksan is the center of Won-buddhism, an offshoot of Korean Zen Buddhism established by Park Chung-bin who mixed Buddhist teachings with those of Confucianism.” Well, his teachings are not vey original, from what I gathered, but they are still of the gentle and inclusive kind, so fine by me.   Won means circle, and, boy, did we see many circles on the grounds of the headquarters and the campus of Wonkwang University, also founded by the fathers of Won Buddhism. The headquarters grounds are relatively extensive and they feature a mishmash of buildings in a variety of styles, from grand halls with curved blue roofs reminiscent of North Korean architecture to lovely, quaint hanoks and Japanese-style houses. I loved that we were there on a breezy day when a variety of trees and blooming shrubs rustled pleasantly as we explored. After roaming the manicured grounds and taking dozens of photos, we felt quite hungry and were happy to discover a café door partially covered in ivy  on the grounds. It didn’t only have a very pleasant interior, but also served the best rye bread, bacon and egg sandwiches. I also had a delicious kale / green grapes smoothie.Our server told us that the university grounds were well worth a visit, so with bellies full, we headed there.
WONKWANG UNIVERSITY CAMPUS
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The server was right: wow! A beautiful campus. 
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Phoenix statues were everywhere. Sorry, that we called you ‘cock’, ‘chicken’, ‘rooster’ in our touristy ignorance. 
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The campus, indeed, was lovely and quite big. What impressed me the most was a pond and a walking path around it lined in sculptures of famous thinkers, from Socrates to Jesus. A bunch of extra large, loud and energetic male ducks floated then swam vigorously on the surface of the pond and a footbridge led to an unusually shaped coffee shop in the middle with a phoenix on the rooftop.  A little further we stumbled upon a much larger Phoenix sculpture overlooking another, smaller pond prettily framed in beautiful irises and crossed by a tiny arched wooden footbridge. We also saw a performance arena, its dome painted rainbow colors where a bunch of students were practicing some ‘moves.’ 
After we had our fill of all the campus wonders, we took a bus back to town, walked around a bit passing through streets that offered many ‘oneroom’ rental options for students. We really wanted to have a drink, but failing to find a suitable drinking establishment, we settled for a couple of bottles of makkolli on the terrace of a local 7-Eleven, totally glamming it up! Sadly, this fine place didn’t have any type of local makkolli, frurstrating my mission to taste the local brew on my farewell travels. But fret not, this was remedied at dinner consisting of kamja tang a.k.a. “pig spine soup,” which was delicious in spite of the name that may make you expect otherwise. Back at Sopung, we relaxed a bit with TV and some more makkoli and then it was off to Bedsky. Stay tuned for part 2 and more adventures in Iksan.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMQLWpdVHgQ
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