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profound-jade · 1 year

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Supreme Support Reader

Cottage Core, Supreme Support Reader, basically I was feeling really bad about something in bed, like a lot then I remembered something that made me realise what I was agonising over for the last 20 minutes didn’t happen. The feeling of absolute relief I felt was incredible and as I relaxed in bed I thought about the reader having the divine power of making anyone happy, satisfied, and whatever good emotion they could want.

Like, maybe Xiao is feeling hurt today way more than usual only for him to bump into you accidentally while you're picking berries in the outskirts of Liyue for making jam and a feeling of happiness just flows into him when he is with you. Maybe, well definitely, he would be unable to control himself and goes up to hug you and this sense of unyielding happiness and relief just overwhelms him. It was like every last one of his cells were dying of thirst and hunger for months and a banquet of food and drinks were brought to them.

While Xiao is in sheer bliss, you are just a bit stunned about what happened before turning around and seeing that it’s Xiao, which calms you down. Still a bit confused, but seeing how happy he is and knowing his backstory you decide to just stay there for a bit.

Not just people in constant pain like Xiao react this way, ordinary people that are generally happy and satisfied with their daily lives are not that much better. It’s like something they can’t describe awakened within. It’s like something that was written inside their genes but was never activated. After being with you and having all their negative emotions solved, ones they had subconsciously and they consciously didn’t even know, before then being ubercharged with positive and happy emotions, they cannot go back to how things were before without you.

Ningguang had met you after you opened up a small stall in which you sold products that you made from various homegrown ingredients or stuff you got from foraging. The products were simple like jam from berries, homemade baking products like cookies and cakes, and other things like that. They were simple yet they filled something within the customers. It was like they had an itch they didn’t even know about being scratched as they ate your produce.

Ningguang had been curious so she went and bought some sweets you made without much expectation as she had already tasted all the finest cuisine in all of-holy fuck how are these so good?! She tried to buy out all the remaining stocks after that which yous topped as its not fair to the other customers.

Ningguang rather forcefully befriended you after that and you two started hanging out, doing and playing all sorts of simple things for hours on end like reading comic books, playing kids games, things that she would never have done by herself or anyone. The Tianquan’s time is measured in solid gold, something she carefully built a market for, could earn millions of Mora in just an hour or even. And yet, she now feels all the time she had spent earning those same mountains upon mountains of mora not even worth mentioning as she sat by a large tree, you in her arms reading a short story as the cool breeze flew by.

As the sun set and you returned home, so did Ningguang. Her thoughts raced as she thought about all the things you and her were going to do later on tomorrow despite knowing dang well she can’t possibly fit all those activities within even a month of time, much less a day. Ningguang met her frantic assistants at the Harbour, complaining to her about all the things they had to take care because of her absence, but Ningguang could only smile fondly of her memories today.

She made her way up to the Jade Chamber, and as she had walked into her bedroom, she could only stare at her queen sized bed with an empty look in her eyes. She had prioritised Mora and the Jade Chamber above all else for her entire life but now she suddenly feels the lavish and large abode she lived in was empty and shallow.

Ningguang clutched the part where her heart was under, treating her fine silken garments with force she never would’ve dreamed of before. Ah, this feeling has returned once again. It had been bearable, she suppose. This feeling had sprouted and quickly grew the moment she had met you. It was a feeling she was quite familiar with, something that was imprinted onto her since childhood.

Greed. This intense feeling grew by the moment and with each day, Ningguang’s fantasies of taking you for herself grew more from a shameful thought to a full out plan. Construction and ordering of all kinds of things for turning her private chambers into the two of you’s home was sent out.

Had that not happened first, it probably won’t happen for a while as whoever first finds you gets you.

Maybe when Beidou returned to the harbour to celebrate for newest accomplishment, she saw a single glance at you before being completely stunned in place. Her pupils widened and she made her mind up on the spot to have you for herself.

Childe brushes hands with you on the streets before shamelessly going and straight up grabs yours before flirting.

What if you were in another nation, say Inazuma? Ei would go from meditating and thinking about how eternity and all that is great before instantly changing her mind after meeting you for like 5 minutes and forcefully marrying you and making you live in the palace, the puppet Shogun completely agreeing with her decision. No 200 year long duel needed.

Or, if things get really spicy, all of this and more somehow happens. Maybe you were a small merchant living in nature and just around selling things you made, seducing and charming anyone you made semi-contact with. Because of that, powerful people and characters that could influence the world were just silently stepping on each other's shoes under the table and they begrudgingly shared a picnic table with you outside, them not wanting to scare you being the only reason they haven’t pulled out their weapons and activated their visions yet.

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trivalentlinks · 1 year

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saw this cute reddit Am I the Asshole post by reddit user tway23421 with peak enemies-to-friends energy and thought my friends here might like it.

Also here's another enemies to friends story from its comment section with a similar energy, but from the rebellious asshole kid perspective (by reddit user D_OShae)

AITA (Am I the Asshole) abbreviations:

WIBTA = would I be the asshole

NTA = not the asshole

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1st image: reddit r/AmITheAsshole

Posted by u/tway23421 11 hours ago

WIBTA for spraying some kid with my garden hose daily after he walks all over our lawn

I (37M) live with my wife (37F) and son and daughter ( 9 and 11 respectively).

Recently, there has been this kid who comes by our house after playing soccer and either rides his bike or walks over the lawn with his cleats on his way home.

It started out as me giving him stern looks whenever I saw him, then it slowly progressed to me asking him to just go around.

The last time I asked him to stop he made a point to stomp extra hard and twist his feet in to the grass to piss me off.

Since then Ive just been hosing him. The first time I sprayed him with the hose he ran off, but then for some reason he just started standing there while I hose him like he enjoys it.

Its now progressed to me sitting on my lawn chair pointing my hose at him, and him just staring at me while he does so. Sometimes we even make small talk.

Im ngl, it started off as a really bitter relationship, but Ive actually gotten to know the kid quite well, we talk for maybe 15-20 mins everyday, and he doesnt seem to mind being hosed down after sweating hard playing soccer.

He comes by daily and we just shoot the shit while I hose him and he stands there for a bit.

Wife told me I need to stop, even after I explained it to her she said Im making us look like childish idiots.

I guess I could stop, but honestly its really funny waiting for him to come by and I see no harm in it. WIBTA?

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Comment by D_OShae 4 hours ago:

NTA, and this is actually kind of sweet.

When I was in my teens, I used to visit a small greasy spoon (diner) where my friend was a waitress. This old guy (late 70s) came in every day at the same time and sat in the same booth. He would order one of three meals. One time I sat in "his" booth doing some homework (and drinking a ton of coffee refills). The man came in and told me -- not asked -- that I needed to move. I did. It happened again a couple of weeks later. He called me a little bastard for sitting his both. A couple of days later, I did it again on purpose. He called me a little bastard and told me to move. I moved my books. The man grumbled and sat down.

Over the course of about two months this scenario got repeated. Somewhere along the line I asked him about a ring he wore. The stories started to come out. I learned he and his late wife came to that restaurant for over 20 years to have dinner. I was sitting in her place. However, I kept asking questions, and he kept relaying his stories. This man lead an AMAZING life, and I listened to any tale he wanted to share. This went on for two years.

When he died at the age of 81, I went to his memorial. I met his children and grandchildren. When they asked how I knew him, I told them my tale. His children laughed because he called everyone a little bastard, male and female alike. Then I began to recount some of the stories he told me. His children verified some, but then they heard stories he never told them. I ended up meeting with his children several times to tell them everything he told me.

Mr. Banhke, I am not a believer, like I told you many times, but I still think of you and your incredible life. You are not forgotten.

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AITA (Am I the Asshole) abbreviations:

WIBTA = would I be the asshole

NTA = not the asshole

#reddit aita #reddit #enemies to friends

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glittertomb · 8 months

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Nobody asked but these are some of my favorite podcasts!

I’ve gotten really into podcasts the past couple of years because of social isolation, my knitting addiction, and because they really help me get through tedious chores like folding laundry and washing dishes (this is honestly my favorite adhd hack, besides turning on instrumental fantasy music so I can focus when reading). So I’ve definitely cultivated a little mind garden of spooky, magical, and informative podcasts that I wanted to share with you. Some are more mainstream, some are a little more obscure, but all of them are dear to me and have comforted and nourished me during dark days.

National park after dark~ my current favorite podcast is hosted by two new englanders with backgrounds in conservation, animal care, and park exploration who share stories about dark happenings, mysterious sightings, perilous treks, and deadly experiences at national parks across the globe

Your magic~ an inclusive and open-minded modern magic podcast hosted by popular author, tarot fanatic, and lifelong witch Michelle Tea that features an amazing lineup of diverse guests including scientists, musicians, actors, social justice advocates, fledgling magic practitioners, and people who were practicing magic without even realizing it

Pleasing Terrors~ hosted by a former tour guide of haunted locations, this podcast explores morbid histories, creepy folktales, and unexplained circumstances from the perspective of a person who has devoted their life to researching and sharing ghost stories for over 20 years

Out There~ this queer host with a voice like melted butta tells dramatic tales about the encounters with, descriptions of, and theories about the cryptids that haunt our imaginations (the podcast used to include a weird club segment at the end where they would invite their hilarious friends to discuss the believability of the featured cryptid, but it’s been missing for a few months and I hope it comes back 🥺)

Lore~ most people are probably aware of this delightfully spooky podcast about frightening folklore, but I had to include it because this is one of my go-to podcasts for when I’m taking a nighttime bath by candlelight and need a good spooky story to soak to, because I’m a little weirdo like that

The Strange and unusual podcast~ intoxicating and beautifully-told macabre stories that range from dark fairytales, mysterious murders, tainted histories, and hand-woven tales crafted by the host herself (it’s accompanied by melancholic music and the occasional low budget sound effects of people grunting/dying lol)

Morbid~ my emotional support murder podcast 😭😹. I was never really one to follow true crime, but I discovered this popular podcast when researching the haunted past of lake Lanier and I fell in love with these girls and their wonderful storytelling, hilarious banter, and thoughtful perspectives. Plus, getting extra insight from Alaina’s autopsy background is fascinating to me. And who doesn’t love the delightful nonsense and off-the-cuff witticisms that spout from Ash.

Cults~ this is the podcast that got me into daily listening! I was a big fan of welcome to night vale since the beginning, but Cults is the podcast that truly got me hooked on podcast listening and I even fall asleep to it (I guess listening to horrifying stories about mass manipulation is… soothing? Am I okay?). The podcast has unfortunately been on a year long hiatus but it has an ton of archived episodes that will thrill and chill you. Now I guess I need to start a new cult so they can have more content 🤔🤫

Coffee & Cauldrons~ this podcast is hosted by two professional tarot readers with mentoring personalities who want to make the world of magic accessible to everyone. Their show includes book recommendations for beginners, insights on how to practice during different lunar phases, tips on creating your own altar, and stories about their personal practice.

Spooked~ the latest podcast I’ve added to my very long list is hosted by a black creator who shares ghost stories from the first-person perspective. I really like this podcast because it’s produced by a team of people who are very diverse in race, age, gender, location, and background, and the guests they feature on the podcast to tell their own stories are just as varied.

If you made it to the end, thank ya and love ya! Happy spooking! 💜🌸👻

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linesonscreens · 2 months

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Let's Read Peanuts (Yup, still at it) – May 1954

There are lots of great strips I just don't have room to comment on. I strongly encourage everybody to read the full month at the official GoComics page. Today's month starts HERE.

May 3, 1954

~tugs collar~

Yeah... About that.

May 9, 1954

Aw yeah, here we go! I was wondering when this would pop up.

May 15, 1954

1) That's not a joke

2) Yes, Violet. I got that from him kicking the radio.

Also I hope you enjoyed this strip because “Charlie Brown doesn't like coconut” is now a running gag.

May 16, 1954

This definitively proves that adults exist in the Peanuts Cinematic Universe, they just happen to be 20 feet tall for some reason. Or maybe the kids are like 2 feet tall? It depends on how you look at it I guess.

May 23, 1954

Oh man! What's going to happen!? I'm freaking out!

May 24, 1954

Lucy is so unbelievably awful to Linus in these early years. Granted, she's literally four(?) years old so I can cut her a bit of slack but god damn do these kind of interactions not endear you to her.

Weirdly enough though, I actually like that the strip doesn't punish her for doing stuff like this. Others have made this observation long before I came along but the fact that Schulz is willing to just sort of... let bad things happen without immediately having the universe make an example of the perpetrator or teach them a lesson is one of the things that sets Peanuts apart from the competition. Life just kind of be like that sometimes and it's OK to show it.

May 30, 1954

(No, really. That's the last one)

Thoughts:

The golf tournament arc is kind of notorious and nobody really knows what the hell is up with it. You have continuity in the Sunday strips (very unusual due to how they are made), weird off-model art, the cast acting out of character, and of course, on-screen adults. Then it all just kind of... stops. It's very odd.

I've heard people speculate that this might actually have been ghost drawn (is that a term?) by another artist but I'm not sure if I buy that. The art is a bit different but it still very much feels like Schulz to me, particularly in how he draws his backgrounds. I ~do~ think there might be something to the idea that this is a repurposed experiment from another project though.

What this feels like to me is Schulz experimenting with “bigger” stories, perhaps something intended to be sold as a proper comic book rather than just a collection of strips. The art looks different because he's trying to set it apart from the strips by adding more detail and action (kind of like when an animated TV sitcom gets a theatrical movie).

As for why it just ends like that? Well that's a sort of punchline Schulz does in a lot in his daily strips so it's not actually that weird if you think about it. I think he just didn't realize that this kind of anticlimax punchline works with a 4-panel strip but not a 4-page event comic.

There's no official word on the matter though so your guess is as good as mine.

#peanuts #comics #peanuts comics #comic strips #charles schulz #charlie brown #lets read #snoopy #Violet #Schroeder #Lucy #Linus #golf #golf tournament #Read the strip from May 20th. I didn't have room for it but I thought it was pretty funny.#If those were ghost drawn than the artist gets insane props from me for coming remarkably close to Schulz's style. Good job dude.#The Unpacking Peanuts podcast did a pretty good episode on the golf tournament. It's worth checking out.

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niccerria · 10 months

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5 Simple Daily Habits That Can Truly Transform Your Life

Hello everyone! I hope you're all having a wonderful day.

First and foremost, this blog is dedicated to those who have just embarked on their self-improvement journey. It is intended for those who feel lost and are in search of a starting point.

Daily habits hold the key to leading a productive life every day. Not only do they bring clarity to your mind, but they also provide a sense of pride in your accomplishments at the end of each day.

I will list 5 Daily habits that are easy to do and actually don't provide much energy.

1. Going To Sleep Early - I know you want to scroll that one video on Tiktok so bad, but to be honest, it's not you, it's your brain asking for a dopamine, girlypop you are addicted, put the phone down and go to sleep. I'll do you even better, STOP USING THE PHONE BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP, restrict yourself, As you prepare for sleep, consider implementing a one-hour phone restriction. Instead of using your phone, you can do alternative activities such as reading a book or crochet. These alternatives can help promote relaxation and enhance your bedtime routine.

2. Take On A Challenging Task You're Not Particularly Fond Of - This one is the most important. Part of being productive is doing things you don't like, that's what builds up discipline, and dedication to improve everyday. On first day you might have a motivation to do it, so it will be easy at first and you will actually feel proud. On second day you will still have that little motivation and force yourself. On third you will get bored and do that task half way through. On fourth day, you think ''well it's not that important'' or ''I can still do it later it's not that big of a deal'' it IS a big deal, if you are not going to stay consistent then what's the point of starting it in the first place? you are doing this FOR YOU not for others.

3. Get a hobby - this is as much as important as the second one. Listen, in order to avoid feeling drained, anxious, or bored throughout the day for no reason, you have to keep yourself occupied. Hobbies not only put you in a good mood and uplift you but also keep your brain active. They are actually something you can truly benefit from. Like from learning to play a guitar, you will develop a skill to play on the instrument. With drawing, or learning to draw, you will develop ability to tell a story with your drawing (for example, comics, webtoons) and you can actually make a living out of it. YOU NEED HOBBIES.

4. Have a Morning and night routine - again It's necessary to keep you occupied, human was not made to lay in the bed all day and rot. he/she was made to do things, that is your purpose, you have to do things in order to be happy. you will not get happy by watching 20 episodes on Netflix in a day. You might feel satisfaction by that, but that is only temporary and why? because you are not doing things. you are rotting in bed honey. You can watch 2 episodes as a reward though, like for example you did homework in all the subjects, great! now you need a reward! not only will you be proud of yourself for finishing homework, you will also feel accomplished and relaxed when you start watching something.

5. Give love, EVERYDAY - did you hugged your mother today? Father? Grandma? Grandpa? Did you hugged yourself and told yourself how pretty and enough you are? Did you played with your dog? Cat? Have you smiled to your neighbor or waved? Did you smelt the flowers when you walked past them? Did you look up at the sky and think about how strangely and beautifully blue it is? Have you looked at trees and thought about how some of them ''Talk'' to each other with a soil fungi? And be fascinated by that? Have you looked up at the stars and thought about their history? Have you given them your own name? Story? Have you looked at strangers and thought about their lives? Did they gave love today? Did they hugged their mothers? Looked at trees, sky, stars? Are they grateful to live in a such a pretty, mesmerizing, amazing, and fascinating world? Are you?

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nanowrimo · 2 years

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9 Ways to Tighten Up Your Novel’s Middle

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. Scrivener, a 2022 Camp NaNoWriMo sponsor, is an award-winning writing app that has been enthusiastically adopted by best-selling novelists and novices alike. Today, Scrivener director Julia Pierce is here to share some tips on writing your story’s middle:

We’re midway through Camp and around now, some of you may be starting to experience the curse of the saggy middle. This isn’t just a euphemism for what happens when the need to meet your daily word count target becomes all-consuming and takes precedence over your daily exercise routine. Nope, it’s that bit where the doubts about your story’s structure start to creep in… Is that storyline really as gripping as you first thought? Would the hero really make that choice…?

Unfortunately, writing the midsection of a novel is tricky—it’s where the hard work happens, the plot is driven on, characters grow and plans are tried (and fail). With this part taking up around 50% of the word count, a good rate of momentum is vital to carry the reader with you from your perfect beginning to the novel’s climax. So, how can you pep up your prose? Here are some tried and tested methods:

1. Get your outline in order.

Even if you’re a pantster, a rough outline can really help you keep on the right path. Create plot points on index cards (or virtual index cards) to view your ideas and where you plan to go with them. Does each point flow logically with the final goal in mind?

2. Check your antagonist.

Do they draw the reader to them? Is their motivation strong, and do they have enough power to make their anti-goal achievable? A good antagonist is sympathetic—but remember, not more so than the protagonist.

3. Make it complicated....

Is your protagonist meandering from A to B? Why not make their life difficult? Throw in obstacles—then make them bigger and more complicated. With every heroic step forwards, does the villain also come closer to a win? Crank up the emotion. Make that hero earn their prize.

4. ...But not too complicated.

Nobody loves a story where the protagonist can’t catch a break. Add some wins for them, however small. Keep a spark of optimism alive to make their continued motivation to succeed believable.

5. Fuel inner conflict.

No matter how determined your hero is, a good dose of inner conflict is the ideal tool for throwing them off the right path, raising the stakes and leaving the reader rooting for them to overcome their turmoil. Pull them in opposite directions between their inner and outer goals - a struggle is compelling reading.

6. Raise the stakes.

What does the protagonist have to lose—or gain? Reinforce and heighten this as the story goes on, and remind your reader of the consequences of various outcomes.

7. Weave in a subplot.

Show the reader (and hero) the dangers of failure through a secondary character’s eyes.

8. Throw in a midpoint reversal.

An unexpected turn of events throws the plot sideways: shock your readers or tease them with a will it / won’t it event or a secret. Change up what the reader thinks they know to make the end unpredictable.

9. If all else fails...

If you still can’t find the right way to firm things up, reset your brain by going for a walk, taking a nap, or playing a word game to revive your energy levels or maybe find the inspiration you need. Often, just disengaging your conscious mind and encouraging your subconscious to mull over your plot can be enough to tip you over into a flow state once again. Best of luck!

Julia Pierce is a former journalist who now writes for fun. She’s also a director at Literature & Latte, creators of the writing app Scrivener—the perfect tool for planning out, adding structure to or editing your book. Get some writing inspiration on the Write Now With Scrivener podcast here (https://podcast.scrivenerapp.com)

All Camp NaNoWriMo participants receive a 20% discount on Scrivener’s regular license by entering HAPPYCAMPER22 into the coupon code text field in the web store through August 7th, 2022. If you want to try out Scrivener first, you can download a free trial that will run through August 7th, 2022.

Top photo by patricia serna on Unsplash

#nanowrimo #writing #amwriting #camp nanowrimo #writing advice #by nano sponsor #scrivener #julia pierce #middle

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imdoingsortagay · 1 year

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For the Valentine’s Day prompts: 26 with Agatha <3

The Little Things in Life

26. “This reminded me of you.”

word count: 1.1

Love just never seemed to be in the books for Agatha and she had grown used to that. The many years of hiding out from people who wanted to harm her taught her that all that she needed was herself and no other person, that is thought until she had you one day.

It felt like something in all those cheesy romantic Comedies if she has to be honest. Agatha has volunteered to grocery shop for Wanda while she and vision were at home enjoying being brand new parents to twin sons. She didn’t have anything else do to since she was off work for the day so might as well be helpful to her friend. After a good 10 minutes of shopping and you had gotten her attention by looking at all of the different options for milk. She didn’t blame you cause there was alot.

“ you know for a beverage like milk, I don’t get why we need so many variations,” Agatha says and you jump a little at not seeing her approach you.

“ Oh my god,” you squeal, not noticing the brunette pop up next to you, too zoned out in the milk section trying to choose one.

“ Oh my god, I didn’t mean to scare you-”

“ It’s fine all fine miss,” you pause to let her introduce herself.

“ Harkness, my name is Agatha Harkness and you must be new in town dear. I know practically everyone in town and I don’t recall seeing you”.

“ y/n, and yeah this is my second day here in town but this is my first time shopping for groceries without a roommate to help me. Never thought I'd struggle to buy milk of all things.”

Though Agatha had gotten all the groceries for herself and the Maximoffs, taking some time out of her day to help you wouldn’t hurt at all.

That one conversation leads to what she considers to this day to be a love story ever after years of just being on her own. She never failed to mention her love for you every day and today was one of those days, as she made her weekly trip to the flower shop in town the owner of the shop had just recently gotten a new order of flowers.

“ Are these new flowers today Mr. Mansfield?”

“Always a good eye to notice new things, Harkness,” he says, “ Lucy got a recommendation from our grandson to plant these for a crush of his and we decided it would be a good idea to add them to the shop as well”. God did the older witch love this flower ship and the flowers they had?

20 more minutes of small talk and the witch left with a bouquet for you, one of your favorite drinks, and a cute little stuffed animal that you talk a lot about and she heads off with a smile on her face. Her way of showing her love to you was always gifted and she never failed to notice the way your eyes lit up and how happy her heart felt when you gave her a big hug.

Once she comes back home, Agatha is greeted at the door by Ebony, who purred in delight to see her back before leaving her to go do his daily exploring. She searches for you all over the house until she finds you in the garage, getting some laundry done. While she would have wanted to surprise you, the sound of the door opening immediately got your attention to greet her with a hug.

“ Aggie my love bug,” you squeal in delight, always missing her even when she’s been gone a couple of hours.

“ Did Ebony make sure to protect you from any harm while I was gone ?”

“ Well, he did until the Minimoffs came over to pick up some stuff for their mom and he just had to act all cute,” you dramatically roll your eyes, and your girlfriend giggles. For a cat who always tried to act like he ruled the house, he seemed to crumble when it came to little attention.

“Ebony,” Agatha starts while grabbing the young cat,” how many times do I tell you that you need to protect my woman here from any danger? I might just have to reduce your pay from a couple treats a week if you continue with this work ethic my dear ebony,” and the cat meows back at the older woman. You giggle at how a strict, mean-looking woman like Agatha Harkness could look so soft and adorable lecturing her cat.

Once Agatha made sure the Cat understood that she met business, your girlfriend took your hand to lead you to the kitchen where you saw a bouquet of purple Peony flowers, another squishmallow to add to your growing collection, and what seems to be one of your favorite coffee drinks from the local coffee shop.

“ Did you buy me all this?” and she nods.

“ Agatha my love, you didn’t even need to buy me all this stuff,” You say looking at the beautiful bouquet she got, the pretty light purple catching your eye. A small squishmallow that you had been looking to buy for the past couple of weeks but never seem to be able to find as everyone seemed to want it and an iced coffee from the shop you go to before heading to work.

“ This reminded me of you,” she starts,” coffee to treat my baby, the silly stuffed animal that I know you’ve been trying to find in your free time, and the bouquet of Peonies to show all of the love that I have for you. All these little things just remind me about my infinite love for you and I wanted to treat my best girl.”

Both of you were standing in the kitchen crying, Agatha had always been so fearful and scared of love that when you had come into her life that day in the grocery store, she was forever thankful that she had you in her life after years of being alone.

Before Agatha started talking more, you placed your lips on hers, showing her that she was loved by you, and how much you appreciated her. After a couple of minutes of an intense makeout session, she pulls you away from her, needing to get some air and she giggles at the look on your face.

“ I love you aggie,” you tell her.

“ Love you too sweet y/n,” she says back.

At this moment Agatha realized that It was all the little things that made her so happy to have you in her life.

#liz celebrates #lizs writing #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness imagine #wandavision imagine

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philomenie · 2 months

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Once in a lifetime

Pairing: Jolly x Mina

This is my first story to be published, so I'm very nervous.

i hope i've put all the content warnings, if i've forgotten anything, please let me know.

I would like to mention that English is not my mother tongue.

CN fluff, smut, anxiety, trauma, relationship anxiety, difficult situations, mention of betrayal of trust, cheating, 18+

@valiantroeagleangel

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Mina

The flight to London is delayed, a long delay!

The airport in Stockholm is nice, but not necessarily a place where you want to stay forever.

Frustrated, you stuff your black sweat jacket into your bag. You're in the airport lounge, just like many other passengers.

The table with the semi-circular couch is thankfully yours alone, you unpack your laptop and try to concentrate on your next chapter.

How the hell did you come up with the idea of writing a book?

Plus a textbook on psychotherapy.... Sure, your daily job.... Actually.... You push aside the nagging thought and the panic that creeps up on you and try to concentrate on the words in front of you again.

Your cell phone vibrates on the table next to you, annoyed, you look to see who is interrupting this time, your brother Simon? Or your other brother David?

Or your little sister Ella, who you're actually on your way to see in Willamette, Oregon, where she's currently studying.

It's Ella, she wants to know if you know when you'll be leaving.

You quickly type the answer, "No Sweetie, I don't know what's going on! I'll let you know when I know more!"

The thought of your sister fills you with anticipation, she may be 10 years younger than you, but she was and has always been very close to you.

Your thoughts wander to your childhood, to the beautiful and sad events.

You were always the rational one in the family, you had to be after your parents died in that shitty car accident.

You were 23, in the middle of studying psychology, suddenly, as the eldest, confronted with the harsh reality of looking after your little 13-year-old sister, picking up your brothers, then 17 and 20, who also had the rug pulled out from under them.

Because you simply had no other choice and didn't want to let anyone else into your family.

Somehow, despite everything, you managed to finish your studies, you got a job in a good practice, everything went well.

Too well, in hindsight. That one colleague who quickly became your favorite colleague, then your lover, then your partner.

You never thought he would cheat on you.

How wrong you were.

You still wonder why you were so blind, why you wanted to be blind?

Anyway, a sigh escapes your throat, it's in the past, it's over.

A lot has happened since then that has turned your entire life upside down once again, which is why you are now stuck here at Stockholm airport, waiting for your flight to London.

Stockholm, because you visited your brother, who lives here with his family, or rather, where you lived for almost a year.

Because it was no longer safe for you at home.

Your brothers had decided that it would be best for you to go into hiding in Sweden.

You didn't care about anything at the time, so you went to Sweden, Stockholm.

Ella left for Oregon at almost the same time, planned for a long time, but then your stay couldn't have been better placed.

Your mind wanders back to that day in August, the day that changed everything, more fundamentally and destructively than anything else in your life.

The day you wish you could erase, that it had never happened.

You shake your head, you don't want to think those thoughts, you don't want to relive it, you just want to forget it, bury it, erase it.

You run your fingers through your long, brown curls, adjust your black-rimmed glasses and stand up.

Stretch your long limbs and stretch your aching shoulders.

You pick up your handbag, an old cream-colored Birkin bag that belonged to your mother and is your most precious treasure, and turn towards the counter, a coffee is just the thing for you now.

Joakim

Today, of all days, everything goes wrong!

The flight from Stockholm to London has been delayed for ages, which means there will also be problems with the connecting flight from London to Seattle.

Fuck, if he had known, he would have flown a few days later.

The 4 weeks in Sweden, his old home, after the exhausting European tour were relaxing, actually like always when he is with his family. His old family, his parents, his siblings.

He's just Joakim there, he's just him, not Jolly, not famous and well-known, which is what he always wanted....

The band, the guys he now lives with in LA, are his new family, a surrogate family that is just as important to him as his old family.

Nevertheless, he sometimes feels like he's missing something.

Waiting in the lounge is increasingly annoying him, he has no desire to be recognized, to be harassed by fans, va fangirls, who have been glued to them since the incredible success of Just Pretend.

Not today, today he just wants to be Joakim, a simple guy waiting for his flight.

Joakim pulls his baseball cap lower over his face.

He has tucked his long brown hair under the cap and pulled the hood of his black hoodie over it.

His ankle tattoos are slightly covered with silver rings.

His gaze wanders over the people waiting with him in the lounge....

In the corner where he has tucked himself away, he has a good view of everything.

His gaze lingers on a woman sitting slumped at a table in front of her laptop. Concentrating on the display.

The laptop itself is decorated with various stickers, two of which particularly catch his eye: a black sticker with a white, stylized crown of thorns, exactly the same as the one Nicholas designed for the album Finding God, before God finds Me. And another black sticker with the white symbols of the Deathly Hallows, the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone and the Cloak of Disguise from Harry Potter.

A fangirl? It shoots through his head.

Resigned, he turns his gaze away, only to look back at you seconds later with a lowered gaze.

She is tall, slim, as far as he can tell from his position, wearing a black, washed-out band longsleeve by the Red Hot Chili Peppers with a white and red emblem, blue jeans, red ankle-high Chucks, comfortable travel clothes.

His gaze sweeps over her face, she is wearing black glasses and no make-up, but her full, red lips immediately catch the eye.... The sight makes a small sigh escape his chest.

Then there's her hair, long brown curls that glow golden, sometimes copper, depending on the light....

Suddenly she stands up, stretches, she is built exactly as he had imagined, slim figure, with curves to match, her movements smooth.

She picks up her handbag and walks towards the counter....

Without having consciously made a decision, Joakim starts moving. He needs to know what her voice sounds like, what she smells like...

Looking down, he stands next to her and orders a coffee.

His eyes wander to her, her hands are adorned with various silver rings, on one hand, between thumb and forefinger, she has a small tattoo, a broken heart.

Her ears are pierced several times, as is her nose, not a ring but a small silver flower.

She brushes a strand of hair out of her face, behind her ear, this small gesture almost makes him weak.

The waitress puts a coffee on the counter, Joakim reaches for it and suddenly their hands touch because she has also reached for it.

Their eyes meet....

Her eyes, a mix of brown and green, suddenly widen in realization.

Fuck, please don't, no OMG, YOU'RE ....

Joakim is about to turn away when he sees a breathtaking smile spread across her face and she turns to him and whispers, "Thank you, for Cologne, the concert was brilliant!!!"

He is totally taken aback by the fact that you speak English first and then switch to Swedish, both with a slight accent that he can't really place.

He clears his throat, grins and then replies "it was a pleasure".

You still smile that smile that makes him weak and nod at him.

"I think that's my coffee, do you mind?" and with that, you reach for the cup and try to turn away.

Joakim is taken aback, he wasn't really expecting that, and before you disappear to your table, he walks quickly behind you and touches you lightly on the shoulder. You turn around questioningly, "Yes?"

"Uhm, so...." Joakim is rarely at a loss for words, but right now he can't think of anything, all he knows is that he wants to keep talking to you, find out your name, where you're from, where you're going.

You look at him calmly, your eyes wander over his face, you raise an eyebrow questioningly.

Joakim rubs his hands, which are suddenly damp, against his trousers and notices that his cheeks are blushing, which he hastily covers with a glance at the floor.

"Would you mind if I sat with you? I mean, I don't want to disturb you if you have something to do...." comes out of his mouth hastily

"Gladly, and no, I don't have anything important to do, the chapter will be written later" is your smiling reply.

Joakim suddenly feels totally relieved at this answer. He grins and quickly grabs his coffee, which is now on the counter, to follow you to your seat.

Mina

Just as you are about to reach for the coffee you ordered, a stranger's hand grabs it too and your fingers touch.

As you look up, you see a familiar face from somewhere.

Suddenly the realization dawns on you WHO is standing in front of you.

Joakim Jolly Karlsson, the guitarist from Bad Omens, one of your favorite bands, who you flew to Cologne to see live once again.

You smile and thank him for the concert and then turn away, only to be stopped shortly afterwards. From him....

You are totally surprised, because you didn't think that was possible, nor did you ask if he could sit with you.

Smiling, you agree, your mind racing.... Wow, the day still has a few surprises in store for you.

As you sit down, there is a silence at first, you look into each other's eyes, God the man has beautiful eyes, only to laugh softly.

"Well," you begin, "you're practically incognito here, judging by your outfit!"

He laughs louder and agrees with your question, "Yes, I spent some time with my family in Sweden after the tour. Today I actually wanted to go back to LA, via London and Seattle, but somehow that doesn't quite seem to be working out! And you? London too?"

"First London, then Seattle, then Portland, I want to visit my little sister who's studying in Willamette," you reply.

His eyes widen with a mixture of joy and caution. "Ahh, then we have almost the same flight route...."

"Would it be presumptuous to ask your name? You know mine...." Joakim points to the Bad Omens sticker on your laptop.

"Mina, Mina Katharina Lamberts, nice to meet you!"

"The pleasure is all mine" Joakim smiles and asks "Lamberts? You're not a native Swede, are you? By the way, I'm grateful that I can sit down with you, standing around was rather tedious!"

"No, not a native Swede, I was visiting my brother who lives here with his family, I'm from XY!"

Joakim nods, "Your Swedish really isn't bad!" "Thank you" you reply in surprise.

Looking at your laptop, he suddenly asks, "Bad Omens AND Harry Potter?"

You laugh, "Yeah, guilty, two of my favorite interests, you got me!"

He joins in the laughter and replies, "What a coincidence, just like me!"

"Oh tell me, who would have thought it?" is your reply and you both giggle away indignantly, earning you a few stares from the people around you.

A warm, cozy feeling spreads through you, something you haven't felt in a while, and you relax more and more as you continue your conversation.

His voice lulls you to sleep and you could have listened to him for hours.

First you talk about your love of Harry Potter, then he wants to know how long you've been listening to Bad Omens and you reply, since 2017, which makes him relax more and more. He grins and asks if you have a favorite song.

Without thinking, you reply "Dethrone, that song has a special meaning for me! My power song now, I love it.... And If I'm there, the unplugged version kills me every damn time I hear it!"

Joakim scrutinizes you closely, "is that so...." which makes you blush a little and lower your eyes.

"Hey, I didn't mean to make you feel insecure, are you okay?" he asks quickly.

"It's all good, I just realized how surreal the situation is. I'm sitting here talking to the guitarist of one of my favorite bands about my favorite songs, it's really crazy!"

"What if you just block out the fact that I'm "The Guitarist"? Just Joakim, a guy you met at the airport who you talk to about all sorts of things?" he looks at you questioningly.

"Just Joakim?" you smile back.

"Yes, just Joakim"

You look into each other's eyes in silence... "Ok, just Joakim, then tell me which song is your favorite from which band!"

"The night does not belong to you, Sleep Token, and of course almost everything by Oasis, Liam's voice is awesome!"

Before you can continue talking, you suddenly hear the call that your flight to London is ready to take off in half an hour.

The people around you start to move, bags are packed, people flock to the gate.

You sit in silence, almost sad that the flight is being called now.'Sad? Why this feeling towards someone you've only just met? But during your conversation, a certain intimacy has built up between you that you can't quite grasp.

You wonder whether it's just you feeling it or whether he feels the same.

You sigh and put your laptop in your bag, pulling out your sweat jacket in return and putting it on.

"Okay, then I should.... Or should we? I mean to the gate, you want to catch the flight to London, don't you?" you say hastily.

"Yeah," he breathes, "go ahead, I have a phone call to make."

You nod, smile at him and say goodbye "Thanks for your company, you've made the wait very entertaining for me!"

He nods silently to you, you turn and walk towards the gate. A knot forms in your stomach and you have to swallow several times, suddenly feeling miserable.

You vigorously tell yourself not to invest any superfluous emotion in this encounter, not to read anything into it, it's a chance meeting that was nice, nothing more.

And with that thought, you move on.

Joakim

His thoughts are racing, damn it, why does the damn flight have to be called now of all times? What the hell, right now.

He could have talked to you for hours, listened to you laugh, looked at your face.

Groaning, he leans back, not expecting someone to awaken something in him that he buried a long time ago. Fuck, how can that be?

He looks after you as you slowly disappear into the crowd.

Probably for the best, he thinks, because of course, you were just having fun, talking about your interests, about God and the world, time flew by. He can't remember the last time that happened to him with a woman.

Sure, there were women after her, after Silja, but never anything serious, sex, mostly one-night stands. Exactly what he wanted. So far, his life has been focused on the band, on success. A relationship was never on the table.

Now this has caught him cold, fuck....

He gets up, goes to the gate, boarding begins, his eyes search for you, he sees you at the front of the queue. His heart makes a little jump, HIS HEART MAKES A JUMP? WTF is wrong with him?

His eyes keep wandering to you, burning into your back. As if you sensed it, you turn around and your eyes meet, captivated.

Joakim swallows, he can't take his eyes off you. His thoughts are racing. He flies business class, a luxury he affords himself on longer routes, long-haul flights. Will they?" it flashes through his mind.

Then it continues, the queue moves towards the plane, as he enters the plane his gaze wanders searchingly through the interior until he spots you in a window seat, next to an older man.

His stomach clenches, she doesn't look happy, he thinks. But at the moment he can do nothing but take his seat at the other end.

His thoughts race during the flight, wandering back to you again and again.

After landing, he has made a plan, hopefully she agrees, is all he can think about.

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@ordonianpumpkin sent: 💤 👻 - raguna

💤 - How does your muse sleep? Are they a light sleeper, or are they out the moment their head hits the pillow? Do they nap? Do they struggle to sleep due to things like insomnia, or nightmares?

Raguna's the one over here with an old person sleep schedule in his 20s. He's never up too late after dark (unless work takes him late or it's a special event) and rises before dawn so he can hit the chores out the gate. For better or worse, at least, this necessity is not one greatly encumbered. He'll spend time in bed writing in his journal and maybe reading some if there's a book he enjoys. But once about... 9 or 10pm hits those things get put away, and the head hits the hay.

Raguna is out like a light. And sleeps like the dead. Mostly a face down sleeper that holds onto his pillow. Sleep tends towards solid. But he's not immune to bad dreams or nightmares, even if they're infrequent. The content of said dreams is weird, to say the least. Dancing vegetables. Strange natural disasters or runaway monsters. Bad what-ifs from his daily life that have the oddness factor cranked up.

Naps? Sometimes. Little bits to catch a second wind underneath a tree or on a bench. He's not going to lay down on a couch or in bed midday though. Not of his own volition at least. Raguna, once moving, needs to keep moving. Strong productive momentum we all wish we had too.

👻 - How does your muse handle feeling scared? Do they enjoy horror? Do they believe in the paranormal? What calms your muse down? Do they have any scary stories?

I was just thinking about this the other day!... Raguna falls somewhere in the middle, I suppose. Neither is he the type to panic entering any building with a creepy vibe, nor will he shrug off every small sound as nothing to worry about. He tries to be more logical about things, but in a world that does have ghosts (and he's talked to several himself) (even more if you count magical spirits) maybe it's to be expected? Or dismissed? Idk. Suffice to say though even in modern/non-magic verses he'll accept the existence too.

Raguna is ... sorta kinda masochistic when it comes to creepy tales and similar. He likes to learn more things and hear stories and kinda likes a chill factor. But too much and he'll get the heeby jeebies. Don't ask him to share scary stories either, because his metric will be totally off kilter from everyone else's. Like a broken piece of farm equipment or a tree that fell. Stupid.

...hm, what calms him down? I haven't thought too much about that. As far as coping mechanisms go he hasn't taken the time to really develop any. His way of moving forward is to work forward. So shove that anxiety into swinging the farm tools harder or walking faster to where he needs to go! It works!

#ordonianpumpkin #muse :: raguna #inbox :: answered hc #thanks for sending this in B) he's a goof

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Until I Found You

Pairing: Julieta Madrigal x Reader

Summary: you thought you were too broken to ever fall in love after a fall out with your previous boyfriend, until you found her

Warning: fight scene between the reader and her ex boyfriend, probably butchered Spanish curse words, implied domestic abuse (only physical!)

A/N: welp! Here’s my attempt to try a new character as I try to figure out a part for my Royal!Natasha Romanoff story HAHAHA

In this story, only Pepa’s the married one but they don’t have kids yet while Julieta’s single since i didn’t wanna kill of or divorce her and Agustin 🥲 so they’re around their middle to almost late 20s here while the reader’s in their early 20s! This is my first attempt to writing a juli x reader story so hopefully you guys like this one!!

When you were younger, you always imagined having a life where you’d meet some guy within the Encanto who’d love and treasure you. Then after the woo-ing stage, you’d both fall madly in love then he’d marry you and have two kids, maybe even three where they’d be the bestest of friends and just live happily ever after. You genuinely thought everyone was going to have that kind of lifestyle, as if it was a blueprint that everyone has to go through. Sadly though, life isn’t as fair as you thought when you met him.

It felt like yesterday when you saw Miguel, your once beloved, for the first time across the town square as he builds wooden furniture for the Encanto. It was love at first sight as cheesy as it sounds, he even almost hammered this thumb instead of the nail at how out-of-it he was when he first saw you. He would accompany you to the town square to buy new books to add into your collection, and dance the night away with you during the Madrigal’s famous parties they’d throw from time to time at the Casita. The bond you two formed had grown so strong and beautiful that you were engaged after a few months of dating, and everyone in the town were rooting for the both of you. Until one day, some people started to notice your change.

“Y/N? Sweetheart you okay?” Señorita Guzman asks worriedly as she sees you jump in shock from the sudden attention of the older woman. You turn around to meet her worried eyes, smiling softly as you rub the back of your neck shyly at being caught.

“Hola, Señora my apologies” you shyly say as you hold onto the book you were reading. You’re currently in a darling little bookshop she opened a few months prior and you’ve been going to it ever since. “I did have intentions of buying it, just wanted to see the first page-“

“Mija please it’s alrigh-“ she cuts you off with a chuckle as she places her hand on your shoulder in a comforting way, but looks at you worriedly–albeit strangely as well, as you flinch a little. “Y/N? Are y-“

“My apologies, Señora” you cut her off as you reach into your pocket to grab your wallet, pulling out a few bills and handing it to her. “This should cover the book, muchas gracias!”

You leave before she could say anything, your heart hammering against your chest as you try to calm down. She didn’t find out, which is the best outcome from that exchange so you shouldn’t be worried from her ever finding out.. right?

You genuinely thought that way for a while, you tried to hide and cover up the fights you and Miguel have been having the moment you started living with him. He was a gentle and sweet lover, but changed when you started out as newly weds. He thought it would be a good idea to give have you live with him so you wouldn’t have to worry about buying a new home, save on expenses and such was his explanation. You thought yea why not? But apparently you were completely wrong as it was became hell really quick because of the abuse that started to occur on a daily basis.

It started out as small as shouting whenever you’d forget to buy his beer or misplacing his sombrero where you’d jump from the tone of his voice, before escalating to slamming his hand or fist onto the table or wall when he gets frustrated from work or from your short comings. You knew better, of course. You knew somewhere in your mind, the more rational side of your brain, that you should have run away as far as you could and away from the man. Sadly, you’re the kind of person who’d think with your heart so as a result, you ended up staying.

“Y/N! Tu hijo de puta (you son of a bitch), where did you put my hammer?” You hear him yell out from his workshop, tensing up the moment you hear the slamming of the shed door and his heavy boots walking up to the back of the house which leads to the kitchen.

You were cooking up some lunch for the both of you before he went to the shed to work on some furniture for a family before he started to yell. You were about to make a run for it honestly. Though sadly you were too late the moment his big and strong hands, the same hands you initially fell in love watching craft beautiful chairs with, grab onto your already bruised arm to turn you around to meet his eyes filled with burning rage. You knew in this moment how screwed you are, regardless how innocent you are.

“So? Where is it?” He asks with a raise of an eyebrow as you struggle to speak up from fear. “Come on, answer me!”

“I-I have n-n-no idea what you’re ta-talking about” you wince at how badly you’re stuttering, but whimper in pain as he starts to grip harder onto the bruise on your arm. “Miguel that really hurts! Please let go!”

“I really need my hammer sweetheart so I could have a livelihood, we gotta keep up with our expenses you know” he says, blatantly ignoring you as he sighs in frustration. “Come on, use your estúpido (stupid) little brain”

“Miguel I really-“ you gasp out in agonizing pain as he grips farther, his years of woodwork really shining through as the pain jolts through your entire being.

He let go, shoving your arm away from him but the sheer force of his throw caused you to fall down to the ground as you wince in pain from the fall. He started to go on and on about how stupid it is that his life went to shit the moment you moved in with him, how his stuff started to get misplaced because of it and how its making his life so hard. It all happened while you sat there, silently crying and praying that this would all end

You knew you should have left the moment the red flags started to wave but you were in love, thought that maybe its just a rough patch and he’d be back to his normal and loving self again. Sadly, it never happened and you only managed to escape his wrath when a neighbor of yours came forward to Abuela Alma. She heard what was happening after a rather nasty fall out and told the town elder everything.

After telling her what she heard, and how she would have mentioned something earlier but couldn’t because she was worried about being involved and the possibility of it being a normal lovers quarrel. The older woman basically marched down to your shared home with her children who confronted the man and threatened him to leave or else he’d suffer great consequences. He was banished from the Encanto and you finally escaped his wrath, free from the abuse and all.

The Madrigals were your heroes, but what really struck you was the oldest triplet who’d heal your physical and unexpectedly emotional wounds in the process. With everything that happened, they offered you a room to stay for the mean time as you had to sell your place for the marriage. Knowing you really didn’t have a choice or else you’d be homeless, you took the offer and have been staying with them ever since.

It’s been a few months since your half a year relationship with Miguel and you’re slowly healing. You started to become your old self again, which is great because things started to finally fall into place for you and the healer. It started off really sweet actually because she’d let you accompany her at the stall in town square, you acted as her nurse as she healed the people in line. You’d read her your books sometimes whenever she’s busy cooking up a storm in the kitchen, the both of you developed a tight bond because of it. As time pass, you got to truly get to know the woman as Julieta and not the town’s healer.

You’re currently reading your book while sitting on the grass, your back against the tree that gives you a shade during the summer heat. You found this secluded little spot a few weeks ago while you were playing with the kids of the town and you just decided to make it your spot for the time being if you wanted some peace and quiet from the Casita.

Though you do love staying with the Madrigal family –they’re the nicest people you’ve ever met– but you’ve been secretly saving up in case you’ve overstayed your welcome. If you told your past self of your predicament, you’d have moved out by the 2 months mark and restart your life, maybe even leave the Encanto as a whole. But unexpectedly, there’s this invisible pull that’s making you stay where you are, it almost feels like its just right for you to stay with them, with Julieta.

Now you may be wondering, you and Julieta? Well you never asked for it. You knew deep in your heart, you have feelings for the woman but you were scared of the idea of letting your heart run free once again as it didn’t end well the last time. You were honestly lost with what you’re feeling with Julieta, is this love or deep rooted friendship? Whenever you two would hang out and your hands would accidentally touch, is that sparks or the nerves? You truly don’t know what’s going on with you, you never felt this way before and you couldn’t help but feel like you’re navigating your feelings blindly, as if you’ve been succumb to darkness of trauma and fears.

You sigh in defeat as you realized you’ve been reading the same sentence over and over again as your mind runs free once more. Giving up, you place the book down to your lap as you lean your head back against the wood bark, enjoying the cool summer breeze while you let your mind wander. What you didn’t expect was for the woman who plagues your thoughts to materialize nearby.

Julieta knew of the existence of your spot as she spotted you here once before since it’s hers also ever since as a child. She just never mentioned anything as she knew you needed it more than she could. She knew the moment you both met after saving you from Miguel that there was an invisible pull between the both of you. You trusted her first before the other Madrigals, hell even Alma thought that it was best for Julieta to stick by you in case something goes wrong and the others aren’t around. It caused the both of you to hang out either to help Julieta make her daily healing food needs or simply stay in each other’s presence while she cooks and you read your books. She remembered the one time it was one of those days where she was cooking and you were reading that made her realize she was in trouble.

You’re 100000% totally engrossed into your book, like an earthquake couldn’t get your attention at this point and Julieta thought it was the funniest thing ever. She only noticed this when she dropped her rolling pin onto the floor causing a loud bang that made her and even the Casita jump, but you’re just sitting there with the biggest doe eyes she’s seen you in.

She chuckles softly as she picks up the rolling pin, gently placing it on the counter as she mutters a soft apology to the house, placing elbow onto the counter as she rests her chin onto the palm of her hand so she could watch you and see if she could gain your attention. It was the first time she ever paused and truly look at you from the month or so since they saved you, and boy did she wish she either did this sooner or not at all.

You’re absolutely gorgeous, you could have gotten anyone in the Encanto yet you fell for the sad excuse of a man. You’re currently wearing your normal gray dress thats just below your knees, and ankle-height heeled boots that seems to make your legs look longer than it already has. You normally wear black stockings to match but today you decided to forgo it– probably because you wrecked your favorite ones and in need to buy more– and she couldn’t help but trail her eyes up and down your silky smooth legs. What truly got her attention however was your glasses. Now Julieta’s not normally a simp but she’d kill to see you wear your reading glasses as a normal pair of glasses. Your black-round frames accentuates your already natural beauty, making you look so sweet and innocent with the doe eyes you’re holding while reading your newest romance book.

Unconsciously, Julieta sighs dreamily as a smile graces her features. A strand of hair falls onto your face, you absentmindedly tuck it behind your ear without missing a beat and Julieta’s heart just stops in that moment. While she had her fair share of suitors lining up by her door, it was not as much as Pepa who’s truly the one with the largest line–something you’d tease her with by saying she’s the biggest playboy in the Encanto– but she never felt this way before, especially considering you’re a girl.

Now don’t get her wrong, Julieta has had a fling or two with a girl since she wanted to experiment with the idea but it never went as far as a peck on the lips. Her priority had always been to the Encanto, just like her siblings, but there are days where she’d wish to be in a relationship. She’d always watch other girls being really happy with their boyfriends, hell even Pepa and Felix made her really jealous of their relationship at some point at how they’re made for each other. Yet here she is, ogling over a woman she never thought she’d have feelings for.

Before Julieta could do anything else, you suddenly placed your book down with a dreamy sigh making the older woman jump and quickly kneed away at the ball of dough she abandoned moments prior. She clears her throat slightly before speaking up. “Done with your book?”

“Yea” you say happily as you place both of your elbows on top of the book with your chin resting at the palm of your hands. “It’s really good, you can borrow it if you want!”

She chuckles softly at the enthusiasm, ignoring how her heart just skipped a beat when she caught the childish grin you’re currently holding onto. “Maybe one day, you know how busy I get, but when I get the time”

“Really??” You grin happily at the idea, giggling as you already start making a list of books to let Julieta read. While you go on and on about how she should read this certain book because it reminds you of her love for cooking or how that book made you think that she’d really like the premise of it, Julieta’s just watching you with a fond smile before jumping at Casita’s moving tiles as the magical house gained the attention of the magical healer before her arepas started to burn. She knew in that moment that maybe what she’s feeling was something more than friendship, and a sudden weight of dread covers her entire being as she thinks how absolutely screwed she is.

She smiles softly at the memory as she decides its time to get your attention. She walks up to you, sitting down besides you as you watch her do so. “Hello Y/N”

“Juli” you says softly as you adjust yourself to sit upright. “Done for today?”

“Not so much people today thankfully, so I decided to pass by here before heading home” she says as she watches the ducks in the pond nearby swimming away. “Didn’t know you found this place”

“Yea I just saw it by chance because my hat flew over the bushes. Decided to go take a look and saw this place” you say as you recall the memory, chuckling softly at how amazed you were to see the existence of this small garden basically just hiding away. “It’s absolutely gorgeous, you know”

Julieta hums in agreement as the both of you watch the mother duck bathes her ducklings in the pond who are happily swimming away. The both of you fall into a calm and peaceful silence, just enjoying each other’s company without saying a word. It was honestly the most calm you’ve felt since dating Miguel, the racing thoughts in your mind coming to a stop as you just enjoy the moment.

You couldn’t help but yawn, raising your arms to stretch before resting your head onto Julieta’s shoulder as she gently takes your hand in hers as she rubs the pad of her thumb against your knuckles.

“Take a nap” she says softly as she briefly looks at you. “I’ll be here, we have time”

“You sure?” You mumble sleepily as you start to drift off causing the older woman to chuckle softly.

“I’m sure, now rest” she mumbles as she leans forward to gently take off the sunhat you have on, placing it on her lap and tucks a stray piece of hair that fell over your eyes behind your ear as you doze off.

Now Julieta never labels herself as a creep, but she honestly felt it the moment she realized she started to stare at your sleeping face all lovey-dovey. She sighs softly as she rests her head onto the top of your head, allowing to indulge herself in the moment. She’d try to move on from you one day, but for now though she’ll enjoy this experience as the closest she could get to being “yours”.

“Pepa, stop it” you narrow your eyes at the cheeky redhead as you accompany her to her chores this morning.

Of all the Madrigal triplets, you became really close with Pepa and see her as your best friend. The cheeky redhead knew since day 1 of your crush for her sister but knew any better to mention it until you were ready, which was right now.

“Come on Y/N! You’re finally admitting your feelings for Juli, isn’t it great? You’re finally moving on from you know who!” She says as she walks to the farms with you so she could check if there’s anything needed for a bit. You chuckle softly at her enthusiasm as you shrug in response.

“I still don’t know honestly, feels too early for me” you admit as you finally reach the fields where Pepa sits down on the grass where you sit directly in front of her. Luckily for the both of you, it seems like the farmers are doing alright with their crops so you wouldn’t be needed for the time being.

“There’s no general time frame on moving on you know” Pepa points out with a shrugs as she picks up some daisies to make into a flower crown. “Besides, you like my sister right?”

Your eyes widen at that observation as your jaw drops, which answers the redhead’s suspicions from the start. “P-Pepa!”

“So you admit it?” She asks you with a slight raise of an eyebrow and a quirk at the end of her lips in amusement. “It’s okay, honestly you two are so obvious”

“She’s just being friendly” you start as you stare off at the distance and watch some kids, 2 girls and a boy, playing together. “Just like the rest of the family”

“You know it’s different” Pepa follows your gaze, watching the three kids well as they play. The two girls are acting really sweet together while the boy’s just having the time of his life playing with his best friends. You smile softly at the sight in front of you, especially with how one of the girls removes her shawl to place at the ground so the other girl’s shoes doesn’t get dirty.

After a few moments of silence, Pepa finally breaks it by finishing up her daisy flower crown with a soft smile. “There’s a party being thrown this weekend, Mamá plans to introduce Juli to the Rojas’ son”

You quickly look at Pepa as she reveals the new source of information.

It’s not a surprise that the triplets are being introduced to suitors whenever there’s a party being hosted at the Casita, but you didn’t expect for it to be Agustin Rojas of all people. You knew of the man of course, he was your neighbor before marring Miguel. You two would talk from time to time so you knew he actually has a crush on the eldest triplet but never truly acted on it. While you’re proud of him for finally getting his shit together, you’d wish it’s not when you’re slowly realizing your feelings for the same person.

“I won’t tell you what to so” Pepa starts as she scoots closer to you, replacing your sun hat with the flower crown she just made and smiles. “I just wanted to tell you so you know whether or not to make a move but follow your heart, okay? No one deserved what happened but what you do deserve is genuine love”

The weekend of the party finally comes and chaotic doesn’t even begin to describe what’s going on at the Casita. Everyone in the family and some others are helping setting everything up and with the Madrigal’s reputation with parties, you know this will be a really good one.. okay maybe except for the fact that Julieta’s being introduced to Agustin.

You sigh in defeat as you walk to Bruno’s room as you were tasked to help Bruno out with some decorations. He told you to meet him at his room instead of his other room within the walls of the magical home, which is a shock since he prefers that area than his actual room. Upon arriving, you raised your fist to knock but the door wings open to reveal the youngest triplet.

“Y/N/N! Perfect timing!” He says as he pulls you in the room causing you to squeak out in shock while he closes the door behind you.

“Bruno! Don’t scare me like that!” You scold the man as you walk further into the room. “Where’s the decorations?”

“In my other room” he nonchalantly says as he leads you to a secret shortcut that would lead to the sand cave.

“Then why are we here? Gonna kidnap me never to be seen again?” You tease as he laughs at your joke, but follow him regardless.

“If I did want that, I would have done that sooner” he starts as he chuckles, opening a door for you to walk in. “But no the reason I called you here is because Pepa asked me to give you a vision”

“A vision?” You ask him as you walk in to see the sand cave. Your eyes widen in shock as you slowly turn to face the man as he proceeds to get ready for the ritual. “Oh Brunito you don’t have t-“

“Y/N/N” he starts as he stops what he was doing so he could look up at you, motioning for you to sit across him on the sand. You could never say no to the youngest triplet so you sigh and follow his motions. “You have to trust me on this one. While yes Peps asked me to do so, I’ve been wanting to do it too”

“Why?” You couldn’t help but ask to which he just gives you a smile and a shrug in response.

“I think I want another sister who deserves a good life with the person they love, that’s all”

The party finally starts and boy was it truly the party of the century. Everyone’s having the time of their life with all the free-flowing drinks and the delicious food Julieta prepared for the party. The music playing by the local band filling the Casita with the perfect dancing ambiance that could make the whole town dance the night away. From afar you could see Julieta refilling the food and drinks station with the help of Bruno while Pepa and Felix are just dancing it out at the dance floor.

You decided to dress up a bit considering the occasion so you’re currently wearing a blue sun dress with a sweetheart neckline and a strap that’s tied at the back of your neck. The dress’ sits just barely by your knees and you’re wearing a nice pair of block heels, perfect for dancing the night away if you wished. Your hair curled and pinned up and makeup done lightly but still accentuates your natural beauty. Before you could make it further into the magical house, Pepa squeals from afar as she quickly runs to you causing the youngest of the siblings to look at you with his jaw dropped to the floor.

“You look amazing!!” Pepa says with a wide grin as she twirls you around causing you to giggle at the motion. “I knew that dress would look amazing on you!”

“Thank you Peps” you chuckle as you give her a little bow that caused the both of you to smile happily at each other. Pepa bought the dress for you and left it on top of your bed with a note saying to wear it for the party tonight and honestly, you’re not regretting it so far. “Have you seen Bruno?”

“Wow Y/N” he says as he walks up to you. “You look amazing”

“Why thank you” you chuckle softly and smile at him. “You look amazing as usual

He rolls his eyes fondly as he poses for you. “Why this is my finest ruana after all, gotta dress for the occasion right?”

The three of you laugh at the teasing, enjoying the company of one another. Suddenly, Pepa leans in closer to the three of you with a mischievous look. “Don’t look now but you have everyone’s attention Y/N/N, all their eyes are on the town’s bookworm”

Lo and behold, the second triplet is a right because almost all of the bachelors are looking at you with their full attention causing you to suddenly becoming shy at the stares. You blush furiously as you clear your throat as the other two chuckles. “This is embarrassing”

“Don’t be” Bruno says with a smile. “You’re gorgeous, and you should look for Juli because Mamá pulled her away just moments before you came”

As if right on cue, the three of you hear a change in song to something a little slower where Agustin takes Julieta’s hand and lead her onto the dance floor. Now while yes you have finally admitted your feelings for the older woman, you would never admit that you’re the jealous kind.

While the 2 out of the 3 siblings hypes you up, you take a silent deep breath as you walk up to Julieta and Agustin. As you reach them, Agustin has told Julieta a joke that made her laugh and smile at the younger man. You internally wince a little at that, praying to whichever God is watching to be on your side tonight or this would 10000% ruin your friendship without a problem.

You clear your throat as you gently tap Agustin’s free shoulder, causing the two to look over at you as you look back with a smile. “Hi sorry to interrupt but, May I?”

Before Agustin could say no, Julieta pulls back from the man and gives him a smile. “We can dance later Gus, I have something to talk to Y/N about anyway”

He sighs softly as he nods, letting the two of you have some alone time. You smile gratefully at Julieta as you offer your hand. “Thank you, I didn’t want to wait any longer”

“It’s alright” Julieta starts as she takes your hand, placing her other hand on your shoulder as you place your other hand on her waist. The music changes to the instrumentals to ‘Until I Found You’ by Stephen Sanchez, which was the song you asked the band to play before you walked up to the preciously dancing pair. “What did you wanna talk about?”

You start to sway the both of you to the beat of the music as you channel all the internal courage you could muster up. “About us, actually”

That gained the complete attention of the older healer, who looks at you curiously. “Oh really?”

You nod in response as you give her a soft smile. “Yea, you’ve been really good to me these past few months, actually your entire family. I wanted to say thank you”

Her heart warms up a little at the confession as she gives you a kind smile. Well honestly speaking, she believed her heart skipping a beat was not because of the confession but at how amazing you are at the waltz because it’s actively making her swoon for you. “Oh Y/N/N-“

“But that’s not all” you start as you take a deep breath, twirling her a little and gently pulling her back to you causing her hand to fall onto your chest as you continue to waltz.

“I know that you know about my past relationship, how it broke me down into someone who truly believed they couldn’t have anything good romantically in their life. I remember being really lost, not knowing what to do when Miguel was forced to leave because all I knew about love was him but you came into the picture” you admit softly as the song in the background reaches its climax, to which the band starts to sing the chorus.

“Your presence became the light at the end of the tunnel for me and while I’m still not sure how it would go, I’d like to let you know that I really like you Juli. I never thought I’d be capable in falling in love, until I met you” this made Julieta’s heart burst with happiness as tears start to well up in her eyes, a smile quickly forming on her lips.

“You really thought so?” She asks as you nod in response with a smile.

“Yea, your siblings gave me the push I needed to confess to you and while I’m still not sure you feel the same way, I just thought-“ before you could finish your spiel, Julieta cuts you off by leaning in and pressing her lips against yours causing fireworks to set off for the both of you.

You melt into the kiss, kissing her back as you gently cup her cheek while affectionately caressing her cheek with the pad of your thumb. When air finally becomes a problem, you pull back and happy grins form on both of your faces.

“I want to give us a shot, I never thought I’d fall for someone as much as I do for you” Julieta confesses quietly as she rests her head on your shoulder as you wrap your arms around her waist, continuing the swaying to the beat of the music.

“Yea, let’s give it a shot”

BONUS SCENE!

A wave of peace flows between the both of you before Julieta pulls back a bit to look at you with an amused look. “What?”

“What made you decide to confess?” She asks curiously causing you to blush furiously. “Oh my gosh did my siblings put you up to this?”

“Pepa kept bugging me about it, told me about you and Agustin and Bruno gave me a vision which ended to us dancing a few hours ago so I decided to give it a shot” you mumble bashfully as you look anywhere but her as she smirks at your shyness.

“So peer pressure made you decide to confess? Even though I was dropping hints left and right?” She teases you causing you to gasp at the sudden cheekiness of your newest love interest, blushing even more as she chuckles. “It’s alright, we can thank them later”

“I think they know already” you say as you point at the two siblings who are basically bullying the hell out of each other, hitting and shaking each other violently that would make any outsider worry. Luckily for you, you’re not an outsider so you know this is a daily occurrence for the siblings.

Julieta sighs in defeat as she pulls back, albeit reluctantly, from your arms. “oh Dios mío voy a morir temprano por ellos (oh my god i'm gonna die early because of them)”

You chuckle at the poor healer as you gently give her a soft peck on the cheek as she look at you in shock, but her blushing says otherwise. “You’re still gonna love them regardless because I think they saw what happened and are very happy for us, I could tell based on how Pepa’s very close at flipping the table in front of her”

#julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal x fem!reader #julieta madrigal oneshot #julieta madrigal preference #encanto x reader #julieta madrigal fluff

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Matthew Perry was my teacher

In high school, Matthew Perry was one of my teachers. Night after night I’d watch rerun episodes of Friends, learning from Perry’s iconic character, Chandler Bing. Through 30 minute episodes, Perry taught me how to be funny. He showed me how to be quick and witty. He demonstrated how to pay attention and be present and to show up as the only person you can show up as: yourself. Like the theme song says, Friends has always been there for me. Friends brought me comfort when I was homesick at college and while I lived alone in my early 20s. In some strange way, this show prepared me for what I didn’t know was ahead. If you’re familiar with the show, you know that Chandler and Monica get married and eventually, after trying (and trying and trying) to get pregnant, choose to grow their family through adoption. I have a vivid memory from high school of watching the episode, The One with the Birth Mother. After dinner, I turned on the episode and watched alone in our living room. I sat with my left leg tucked under right, leaning against the arm of the couch. My hands were empty and I was completely locked in on the story. In the episode, Chandler and Monica meet with a young pregnant woman, Erica, who is considering them to adopt her child. In one particular scene, Chandler speaks alone with Erica.

He tells her how it kills him that he cannot give Monica a baby. Chandler isn’t trying to be witty or sarcastic. Comedy is all about timing and this is not the time. He appears tired as he holds pain and hope together. He is helpless, willing to do whatever to give the woman he loves what she desires. Chandler goes on and says, “I really want a kid. And when the day finally comes, I’ll learn how to be a good dad, but my wife, she’s already there. She’s a mother without a baby.” The scene wasn’t funny or dramatic. Although it was a scripted show, the scene felt real and authentic. It was heartbreaking. I remember being moved to tears as Chandler was honest about their journey with infertility. I remember thinking how hard it must be for a couple to try and wait and try and wait. I remember watching this scene and thinking to myself: this story is going to be similar to yours. I cannot tell you why I thought that, but I did. And it is.

As I write this, my wife and I are in a place similar to Chandler and Monica. We are waiting for a birth mom to choose us to parent her baby. Like them we’ve been walking through the pain of infertility while looking forward with hope. Through the character Chandler Bing, Matthew Perry didn’t just teach me how to be funny, but how to lean on your friends “when it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.” He showed me how to be honest and vulnerable with your story. He showed me life won’t always go the way you think it’s going to go. And now, as I re-watch clips from the show, Chandler is reminding me once again of something I often forget: I can hold pain and hope together as I wait.

And that’s how I’ll remember the man who taught me to be funny.

About the Author

Tanner Olson is an author, poet, speaker, and podcaster living in Nashville, Tennessee. He is the author of I’m All Over the Place, As You Go, Walk A Little Slower, and Continue: Poems and Prayers of Hope. You can find Tanner Olson’s books on Amazon. His podcast is The Walk A Little Slower Podcast with Tanner Olson and can be found wherever you listen to podcasts.

Tanner Olson travels around the country sharing poetry, telling stories, and delivering messages of hope. You can follow Tanner Olson on Instagram (@writtentospeak) and Facebook where you’ll daily find encouraging words of faith and hope.

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MY THOUGHTS ON THE MANDALORIAN - Chapter 20 "The Foundling"

I loved this episode so much! And not because the same reason most hardcore fans loved it. I didn't recognize Ahmed Best until I saw someone mentioning that he had portrait Jar Jar Binks in the prequels, and we all know how many fans treated him. It's nice he's given a role where he's getting all the love and respect from the fans he always deserved. I honestly don't understand why people can't separate actor from character. It's fine if you don't like a character, but it's never okay to hate and harass an actor because of it.

Anyway, let me tell you why I loved this episode…

This episode gave me exactly what I was asking for. I wanted to see the dynamic within the covert, I wanted to see their daily life. I even hinted at it in a posted I did on this past Tuesday. Because we've only gotten crumbs about it in the 2 previous seasons. We saw a bit of it in the pilot episode of the series, then in chapter 3, and after that nothing until episode 5 of The Book of Boba Fett. Then, it was only the Armorer and Paz Vizla, a reunion which didn't go well for Din, as we know. So, I was curious of how they lived together.

I know people are complaining (what else is new! 🙄) about Bo stealing Din spotlight on his own show. That's not happening, for many reasons. We get to see Bo's POV because all that is new to her too as much as it's new to us, the audience. So it makes sense that we follow the character that it's as clueless as we are.

People want to see Din and Grogu every second of the show. I don't blame them for wanting that, but some need to understand that sometimes you need to focus on other characters to move the story forward. It's not just Bo's journey, her journey also reflects Din's, by contrasting or doing parallels to it. This episode referred as much to Grogu and Ragnar as it did to Bo. Everything is revealing pieces of a much larger puzzle.

I think what Bo's journey is about is that she needs to learn that leadership and respect is earned by what you do, not for what you are. She still has a bit of arrogance thinking that she can lead Mandalore because she had the Darksaber once, because she was a princess and was raised for it. Because she's the best, and she can do it alone. Also, it's about finding, or rather, building up her faith again.

In contrast, Din's journey is more about in finding confidence in his own leadership skills and learning not to have a blind faith. In short, finding a balance between traditions and pragmatism.

Watching foundlings training was great. I think that Din putting Grogu to fight against Ragnar was the best. I think it was a bit of integrating Grogu even more to the covert's life, but also it was about Din showing Grogu off. He was very confident in what his son can do, rightly so. And also, I think it's important that Grogu feels comfortable using The Force in a more relaxed environment and not just in life-threatening situations. Or to steal cookies and candy. That he mostly uses the Force when he's afraid is not a good thing. Things can get ugly fast if he's not careful.

I know that that Mandos are used to train for war, to attack, as warriors, but as far as we've seen, this particular covert, when they fight, it's always to protect. So, that's not much different than why Jedi trained.

Of course, we cannot ignore Grogu's trauma, but this is the life he chose. Mandalorians fight, so he needs to learn to. he can choose never attack someone.

I know everyone's first instinct when Din issued the challenge was to say "But he's a baby!" which sorta true, but not quite. First, Grogu is small but not helpless as he demonstrated it. Second, how is this so much different from Jedi training with Lightsabers or the ball droid thingy? The low setting laser bolts hurt more than the paintballs, I think. And Ragnar needed the lesson to drop a peg or 2 to his cockiness, don't you think? God lesson that of "One does not speak unless one knows."

And talking about Ragnar, poor kid! First, he gets his shebs kicked by someone 3 times smaller than him, and then gets kidnapped by a monster and almost eaten alive (that's without counting that he was almost eaten once before when he took the creed in the chapter 17). But I'm over the moon that they confirmed that he's Paz's son.

Order 66 flashback I knew it was coming, but it hurt like always does. I like the parallel of Grogu having it in the forge, just like Din had his back in Chapter 3. And we finally know who helped Grogu escape!! I didn't know about Kalleran Baq before, but I love him now. Instant love!

And my theory about who lend that H-type Nubian ship is that it wasn't Padmé. She didn't know what was happening, and she was busy worrying about her freshly-inducted Sith husband, so that leaves 2 possibilities. It was either one of her maids, Sabé, perhaps, or it was the only other Naboo senatorial representative we know. It'd be great and doubly vindicating if Jar Jar was the one who helped to save the most beloved character in SW universe.

I think The Armorer saw Grogu doing his flip-flops in the morning and said, yep, time for another piece of armor for him. The roundel it's kinda of weird, but I loved that it has the mudhorn sigil!!

As I said before, I'm liking the way Bo is earning respect from everyone in the covert, especially in this episode when she led the rescuing party. This what I mean by to be appreciated by what you do, not what you are. Let your actions speak for you.

But I admit that dinner scene when everyone goes somewhere to eat alone is absolutely depressing. Gawd! That helmet rule needs to go! I know that logistically it won't be as soon as we like, I think, specifically for Din, because of Pedro's other filming obligations, but at some point they need to relax it a bit. I mean, when I heard that rule I interpreted it as "you don't show your face to the enemy" as in the symbol of the T visor is enough to put fear in your enemy, not matter who's beneath it, because whoever it is it's going to kick your ass. But with family and people you trust, you can and should show your face. But what I know?!

I love the parallel of Din and Paz saving the other's son. Their relationship is great, and it's peak sibling energy, like hate you sometimes, sometimes I love you but if you need me I'll be there no matter what.

Very nice touch of the covert to adopt the three dragon-bird babies! I went: OH NO! 😱 when the croc-turtle monster ate the mom. The babies were going to die without her. But of course, I should've known better. Mandalorians will adopt any creature despite their species or age 🤣 I swear they go with a weapon in one hand and adoption papers in the other.

The scene where Bo-Katan confesses to the Armorer that she saw the Mythosaur was great. It showed what I suspected all along. Bo's silence about it was never because of a nefarious motive. It was simply because Bo has a hard time comprehend what she saw was true. I mean, any sane person would be wary. Anyone would doubt their sanity if suddenly they see a creature that was supposed to be extinct millennia ago.

The armorer's response to the confession can be interpreted in many ways. She might've believed Bo or she might've not. It could've been scheming or patronizing, or simply it doesn't matter to The Armorer what Bo saw as long Bo believes it, as the mythosaur is the symbols of what's to be a Mandalorian. I guess we have to wait and see how this goes.

Ok, this turned out to be longer than I expected, so I'll leave it here. I have a couple of thoughts in my head that sprung out after watching the episode, but I'll leave them for another post.

The review for the next episode also will be late because TBB season finale has priority for me, but I'm very curious about what will happen in the next episode. Are we going back to Nevarro, or we're going somewhere else? Because there's a footage around that shows a planet with dome cities?

Is this a flashback to Mandalore of old or a new planet? I need to know what going on!

#episode review #mando spoilers #the mandalorian #chapter 20 the foundling #din djarin #grogu #bo katan kryze #the armorer #paz vizsla

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Frances Cha's Depiction of Korean Society in ‘If I Had Your Face’

Cover of 'If I Had Your Face' by Frances Cha

I have recently taken up exploring Asian authors and women empowering books such as the works of Mieko Kawakami and Min Jin Lee, in hopes that I can dive more into the contemporary conflicts that directly affect women daily. And as a young woman myself, still figuring out who I am or am to become, Frances Cha’s debut novel has made me ponder on several points in women’s shared experiences in society.

I’m okay. I have survived the day, again. All I need now is for these stupid fucking pills to work.

Page 192 of ‘If I Had Your Face’

This book follows the story of four young women living in Seoul, struggling to float above the drowning waters of Korea’s social norms and beauty standards, without having its readers wrestle with keeping track of each individual story that is all somehow tied down to each other.

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STEREOTYPES

Kyuri may just be my favorite out of the four women because of the brazen truths that her character is able to state in the lines of the book, which most I have always known but never taken time to acknowledge as an actual problem—which is exactly why I love Cha’s writing.

They pinpoint where you are on the national scale of status, then spit you out in a heartbeat.

Page 68 of ‘If I Had Your Face’

Her character, working a job as a room salon girl which is one that is closely followed by stereotypes and rumors, gives way to breaking off clichés from these women who are just the same as any other, working to survive in this cruel world where the way you look and whether you pay rent monthly or annually greatly affects the course of your life.

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PERSPECTIVES

Another aspect of the book which I greatly enjoyed was being able to go through the different perspectives of each character and see how they view each other individually. It is with Miho and Wonna that I begin to notice that the whole book is full of thoughts that would normally be kept to oneself and is something that makes me feel closer to these women.

It hollows me out, the way that they would rather kill themselves than be born to me.

Page 117 of ‘If I Had Your Face’

‘If I Had Your Face’ consists of stories that shed light on several topics that needed to be raised awareness like social constructs, privilege, beauty, and inequality, among others.

I will be glad when we are almost home and the scenery will turn into rice fields and farm plots, and I will be reminded of how far I have come instead of what I cannot reach.

Page 151 of 'If I Had Your Face'

Rather than being completely fictional, Frances Cha succeeds in making these stories feel so real as if they had been truly lived by people before, and also allowed me to see myself through these women in different and unique ways.

The ending, I found completely satisfying, as the author was able to introduce her characters so well that I had a vivid imagination of what their lives could go on to be like once I reached the last remaining pages.

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by Isobelle Cruz, 20/07/2022

#frances cha #if i had your face #korean book #booklr #asian author #asian book #book review #feminism #feminist books #miho #wonna #ara #bookworm #women empowerment #korean society #asian literature #korean authors

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7/2/2023 DAB Transcript

2 Kings 20:1-22:2, Acts 21:18-36, Psalm 150:1-6, Proverbs 18:9-10

Today is the 2nd day of July, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian and it is wonderful to be here with you. Now we’ve crossed the threshold into a new month. And here we are crossing the threshold into a brand-new week. So, welcome to all things new here. Our first full week of this 7th month of the year and we will do what we always do, gather together around the Global Campfire, find a place, get comfy, release the cares of this life, allow them to go away for this moment in time, where we allow God to speak directly to us through His word. So, let’s launch into our new week by doing what we also do, picking up where we left off, and that happens to be the book of Second Kings. And today we will read chapter 20 verse 1 through 22 verse 2, and we will read from the Evangelical Heritage Version the EHV this week.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word and we thank You that Your name is a strong tower and we run to it and are protected. We thank You for that as we get ourselves moved into this new month and begin launching this brand-new week out in front of us. Those are words that we will take with us. Your name is a strong tower, the righteous person runs inside and is protected. Holy Spirit come as we continue this journey forward into month number seven, day-by-day, step-by-step, we invite Your Holy Spirit, here in the second half of the year, that You would lead us into all truth, that You would show us the narrow path that leads to life, that You would lead us on the pathways of peace and that the fruit of Your spirit might be bountiful in our hearts, spilling out into the world. As we get the grand adventure of collaborating with You and revealing You to the world. Come, Holy Spirit, we pray, in the name of Jesus, we ask. Amen.

Prayer and Encouragements:

What’s up, DAB family, this is TAC from Atlanta, son of Pray Without Ceasing. And you know, I heard some interesting calls today on June 27th podcast. But that kind of led me to tell a story. The second time that I met my father-in-law, he, I’m in the car with him alone and he slams on the breaks. And I’m like, on my phone as I look up. And I look in the rearview, you know the passenger rearview mirror to see what happened behind us and I saw nothing. So, now I turn to the left and I see my father-in-law, he was not my father-in-law at the time, but father-in-law staring at me. Right, and then he proceeds to cuss me out. This is the second time I met him. I’m on a family vacation with him and his family. He’s going in. This was the first incident of many for six years and counting of disrespectful interactions between me and my father-in-law. But I heard, I heard, I believe her name was Without a Dove [Eyes of a Dove], and I know her name, I hear her all the time, so forgive me for, forgive me for forgetting right now. But you know, she said you know, she was just livid and you would have never thought it was her, how upset she was at her son. That’s how you would have thought of me, if you would have saw how I interacted the last time I interacted with my father-in-law. But, but as far as me and my spirit, I’m cool, I’m okay. But I wanted to call because I wanted to pray for him. You know, you know, sometimes when stuff happens, and when people lash out at you constantly and pick at you constantly, yeah, it could be of the enemy but at the same time it could not be about you. And it could be a bigger picture. And I would just ask you guys for your prayers and encouragement for my father-in-law to get better.

Hello, my DAB family, this is Mark Street from Sydney, Australia. Today, is Tuesday, the 27th of June. And I am just calling in to ask for prayer for me. I’m about to put my resignation in for my job that I’ve been there for 10 years. I have had prophetic word, saying God will look after me. What I’m doing is probably not, may not make any human sense to me to do but I’m gonna be starting my own business and I think that is what God is calling me to do. But I also know that it may be my own human thinking. So, I’m asking you to pray for me to God that if that’s not His will for me that He will reveal to me what He wants me to do. And that I will be sensitive to His calling and change directions without feeling anxiety and there is definitely fear there. So, please pray for the fear I have of what I’m doing. But I feel, definitely compelled to leave cause of issues as well. I love you all family. Mark Street from Sydney, Australia. Bye.

Hello Daily Audio Bible Family, it’s Jay from Clarkesville, Tennessee. Just calling in for prayer today. You know, the Lord’s been good, he’s really blessed me. He’s given me my degree, He’s given me my job, He’s given me my home. These are all things that I prayed for. And now, I’m faced with having all of these things and being single. And it’s been a challenge because you know, years and years ago, there was no such thing as dating apps. So, you, you, you had to physically talk to somebody, get to know them, meet them in person. You know, today it’s, you know, it’s all digital, so you’re spending all of your time on these apps with people who present themselves in a way that’s not necessarily what they are. So, I’m praying for myself and I’m praying for any brother or sister out there that is single and that has dedicated themselves to the Lord, mind, body and spirit. And I just wanna, I want to thank the Lord for the time that He is blessed me through the power of the Holy Spirit to truly find with Him, with my body, because that has been the struggle of my life. And so, for me to stand here today and not be giving myself to other people physically, it’s a miracle. So, I thank the Lord for that. And so, let’s pray. Father, in the precious name of Jesus Christ, we are so grateful for Your strength and Your will and the power that comes in the name of Jesus Christ. So, we call upon You know oh God, to hear our hearts, hear our desires for a good wife, a good husband, a God-fearing wife, a God-fearing husband. Lord, and just continue to strengthen us to resist temptation during this time as we are prepared for our future spouse. We pray this in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

This is Candace from Oregon. This call is about my grandson, my daughter's teenage son. He started having a lot of problems and he’s only had mild problems, ADHD and such. But a month ago, it got, it started getting really strange, intermittently. By the time we got, as I speak to you, it’s Tuesday, 10pm. By the time it got to last Saturday, I, she needed help. I came over to stay overnight with them. He, he’s just not making any sense at all. Long story short, we tried to get him into a hospital, actually earlier on Saturday. I must have come over there early Saturday. And anyway, it was an arduous thing. Because he turned 18 Sunday night, I think was part of the problem. One hospital couldn’t keep him because he wasn’t 18 yet and the next hospital that they referred us to wouldn’t keep him for no discernable reason. He got worse. Then we realized we would have to get help that we couldn’t safely transport him ourselves because he was getting worse. He got to where he didn’t recognize his mom anymore, did not know who she was. Please pray. Please pray. He’s in the hospital, he’s not getting better yet. Thank you.

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