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etheries1015 · 6 months

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Adult (20+) MC finally figures out how to properly make money, BESIDES working for Azul. Become not only the prefect and be a student, but an on the call designated therapist!

"Crowley, really. I'm far older than the other students, it is not my fault the mirror has brought you a full grown adult rather than another proper student! I finished all of my schooling where I am from, I do not wish to repeat it along side these....kids!" You had complained to him. Well, what was he to do? The mirror had obviously chosen you to be at that school, you had no other merits at the time to offer him, and to simply put it...without a way to go home, what else could possibly occupy your time in a world in which you know nothing about, than gather intel by throwing yourself into the most prestigious of schools? The answer seemed obvious at the time, until you realized just how bad it was.

Teenagers are still teenagers, after all. Especially a bunch of teenage boys surrounded by...well... Other teenage boys. Magic or not, they were still going through any other mental struggles as any normal human. However, putting magic into the mix had surely caused you some...extra unprecedented grief you had never needed to worry about in your world. After what, three? Four? Overblots and life endagerment exibitions, you had an epiphany. With extensive knowledge of the human brain system, life experience, and a plothera of coping mechanisms under your belt, what better way to open the door than to become none other than the designated student body therapist?

With some rather convincing techniques, you had managed to convince Crowley to, as you put it...

"Let me take this off of your plate! You are so busy being such an amazing head master running this school as perfectly as you are, I understand the durasic increase of overblots have your hands tied behind your back! As you know, I am an adult with ample experience in the field of mental health. Although I don't have the documents to prove it as much at this time seeing as they are back in my world....I just know you will not regret hiring me as a therapist."

A few more convincing lines (and perhaps a week of pestering, begging, manipulating-- I mean convincing , he had eventually hired you as the school therapist! With, of course, the expectation that you had to take an additional class to further certify you were able to properly do such a job. (You were kind of mad a bout that, seeing as you knew you were qualified, but hey. Pick and choose your battles I guess. At least you managed to get by with a couple additional classes, instead of a million years of schooling.)

You had a personal office in ramshackle, an empty dorm becoming suitable with your own personal desk, computer, book shelf, and another necessities. You had a location in the main building, the room connected to the nurses office had been refurnished as your main office. Book shelves of self care, items for fiddling with, bean bags, posters with encouraging words, and a desk full of papers, along with other needed items graciously funded by the school (you threatened Crowley at one point, accusing him of not caring of his students.) Of course, being on call meant students may drop by the dorm at any given time for your aid and expertise, so the ramshackle dorm lounge was also redecorated suited for sessions that were a bit more casual.

But of course, you also managed to juggle your studies as a student, wanting to continue to learn about magic. Working on the call was nice, keeping your phone on and excusing yourself whenever official work called for you. Unless you rather not be a student, that is fine, too. Full time therapist work may be the job for you!

Helping students heal one tragic back story at a time seemed perfectly fitting. (You just wanted to finally get paid and recognized for what you were already doing.)

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst fanfic #twst fanfiction #twst MC #twisted wonderland mc #yuu #twst yuu

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oftenderweapons · 11 months

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Like Crazy | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x reader (nicknamed Princess)

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Genre: fluff, slight angst, light smut, established relationship

Rating: 18+, minors, do not interact

Warnings: unprotected sex, mentions of grinding, mentions of handjob (male receiving). Angst involving military service and taking a break from the relationship.

A/N: To the nonnie who requested this draft -- I'm sorry, but I went off plot with your request, mostly because I can't imagine them being out to the public, but I'll add to this so I can imagine how the *good* fans might react. Also, since I imagined this song interpreted a certain way between them, I don't think this particular take they have in this fic would be recorded and published. I'll reply more pertinently to your ask in a separate post, don't worry. But I wanted you to have *this* fic because I want you to know some stuff that happened in their storyline, and I want you to know how I imagined them interpreting this song together. Sorry again, feel free to send me an ask to shame me LOL

As usual, here's my masterlist and the fic is below the cut.

ILY and enjoy 💜✨

Jimin was moving smoothly in front of you, every muscle of his body hitting every stress and release of the music. He was hypnotic. You could have spent hours watching him move.

It was only partially a physical experience, and conversely, it was mostly a mental, emotional experience. You could feel him move.

You mirrored his steps clumsily once the chorus hit. He was cute, giggling, fooling around with you. You touched each other carelessly in some sort of childlike game. And once the second verse came on, he switched.

He was dancing for you.

His movements turned lustful, lazy. He was touching himself the way you touch him, taking more time in a tempo rubato. Slow paced, sultry, prolonging movements past their beat, letting them melt into spaces they shouldn’t. The choreography you’d seen plenty of times, with its sharp accents and crisp lines, was turning into a breathy harmony of blurred lines, of sultry curves.

While he seemed frustrated and torn on stage, playful and embarrassed on his several tiktoks, and dark, somehow greedy on the Studio Choom final cut, here before your eyes, he was lusty and indulging. He seemed to really give in to every movement, as if allowing himself to be touched, to be moved, to be seduced by his own hands.

When his hand moved across his ribs on the second chorus, it looked as if he was really caressing himself. He was giving, and giving, blooming under his own palms.

You wished you could touch him that way, you’d missed him so much.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you told him, watching him, and watching. You couldn’t stop tracing every line of him with your eyes. The song was ending, and you wanted more.

He looked in your eyes as silence finally settled in.

“Come,” he said, reaching to you with his hand and dragging you close to him. He made the song restart.

He took slow steps as he danced close to you, leading you with a hand around your waist, hooking you close to him.

“Remember our first dance?” you asked him as he leaned close to your mouth.

He nodded. “Sometimes I think about it, when I struggle finding myself.”

Longing was like electricity between your lips and his. “Does it… This song…”

“What about it?” he asked.

“No, later…” you said, avoidant.

“Okay. Later.” He parted from you just to let you hit the chorus. Staring at each other in the mirror, you noticed his hand, moving from his belt loop to his pelvis, suggestive, an innuendo matched by the lowering of his eyelids, his pupils getting darker.

You were moving, looking at the mirror, but you weren’t looking at yourself. You were rather making eye contact with him, your bodies getting closer once the second verse started, his solo with the dancer — which had felt so wrong when you looked at it on video — changed entirely once he was dancing with you. His hands were all over you, pushing, pulling, desperate. A hand on your thigh, the other carrying your knee closer to his hip, his waist, your pelvis colliding with his in a way that stole your breath and made your torso snap forward, in his hold. Then, he was pushing you back, making you dip low behind you, lowering you to the ground before his body was climbing over yours in wicked seduction.

And then he stood, moving on with the choreography, leaving you breathless to pick up after yourself.

The second chorus had no pretense of sobriety, it was loose and lusty and desperate, your hands moving freely over your body in a way that translated much better in your own vocabulary of desire.

He could read it effortlessly.

You ditched the plans for the outro just to keep dancing with each other, going back to that night, when breathing the same air, and feeling each other’s skin and looking at the way your bodies moved together never felt enough.

Your nose was touching his, his hands were spread over your ribs, your legs were complicatedly tangled together and when the music ended this time, neither of you wanted to start again.

You were both breathing heavily and both your hands felt criminally free, so you grabbed his face and kissed the hell out of him.

Neither of you was lying when you met passionately, your mouths devouring each other, wet and hungry, his body, electric and strong against yours pushed you towards the mirror, and you wanted, you wanted him so much.

Words were failing you as you asked, “Gimmie— Please—”

You didn’t know what you wanted, you didn’t know what to beg for. You were only grateful that he wasn’t mocking you for your desperation; infact, apparently he had this renewed purpose ever since he got you back. Since that night, everything was fair game.

He ruled over you, and he knew it, and he had no other request but having everything he’d missed so dearly.

“What did you want to say, earlier?” he asked, panting, his voice angelic, aethereal like he’d been while singing.

“What?” you asked back, confused, dizzy with excitement and need.

“Earlier. Don’t act like you don’t remember,” he teased you.

You bit your lip, your body pinned by his own, and mostly by his gaze.

“There’s something I wanted to ask you. About this song.”

He nodded. The days without you had been delirious. Like some great lie he’d told himself as an excuse to be afraid to stand by your side, to continue staying by your side. He’d tried to rip the band-aid off before you would do it on him. He was about to enlist, and it felt easier, to let you go instead of keeping the both of you chained to a promise that was going to have more downsides than perks.

But was it worth it?

He’d just caused the both of you the darkest despair, and then the enlistment had been postponed due to the pandemic. And he’d lost you, over nothing.

“Go ahead, ask me.”

Your eyes were turned down, to the floor. “Did you write this song about someone you saw while we were off?”

He froze in your arms, then caught your chin. Made you look him in the eye. “No, Princess.”

You nodded.

He hated himself for making you this insecure. How could he? How could he deserve you, after what he’d put you both through? “It’s about the night we met again.”

You found the courage to hold his gaze.

“At the club. Our eyes met across the room. I kept celebrating with my friend, but— I didn’t last long.” He kissed your chin. “I went home, by myself.” His hand caressed the length of your thigh, the side of it, down to your knee, and picked it up. He wanted you glued to his body permanently. He thought he’d never spent this much time between your legs before, not sexually, nor romantically, and now he craved it continuously. He wanted to take a day off and just lay the closest he can on top of you. “I went home by myself, and I fantasised about what could have happened. If I had had the nerves and if I hadn’t let go of you. Touching you, being inside you, kissing you. Having you all night long. Being yours still, endlessly.”

You traced the lines of his face. You’d had sex in this room before — his small dance room at home — and it had been hot, but now you just wanted the closeness of his bedroom — your shared bedroom, where you had slept together in the past, and now again, found in each other once more.

“You sure we’re doing this right?” you asked him, combing his hair back while he kissed his way down your neck. Missing you had helped him appreciate some small details of you more, especially the ones he feared forgetting. Little beauty marks, moles, scars; places where your skin felt softer, places where he could touch you innocently and still cause waves of goosebumps over your entire body. Places where the ruthlessness of your body gave way to luscious forests of pleasures, endless deserts of scorching want, rich oceans of admiration, and devotion, and love.

He liked you rough and reckless and harsh, and he liked where he could find exceptions to that shark character of yours. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I can’t stop wanting you,” he confessed with a giggle, teasing the waistband of your joggers with his eager fingertips.

You grabbed him sternly by his own waistband, and started pulling him in, twisting the two of you around as you began to walk backward towards the bedroom.

“Jimin,” you moaned, almost with a hiccup at the way he stole your breath with tiny nips at your throat.

“Love,” he moaned back at you, and your knees went weak. “Are you gonna give me the night we could have had?”

You purred and bit at the base of his neck. “One day, I will give you all the nights we missed. But tonight we have just tonight, and I’m gonna make the best of it.”

There was a certain power in love refound. It soared in your veins as you undressed him, and it sang in his heartbeat as he did the same to you.

It was tender and liquid as his fingers caressed your chest with devotion, his eyes caught as if it was the first time still.

His hips went wild as your hands reached for him, touching him lovingly, unrushed, precise and skilled. He stopped you with a grip around your wrist, just in time to convince you to grind against him, like that first magical, perfect night, when he’d taken and given, and you’d met him, again and again, flowing inside him just as you allowed him inside you.

Your bodies seemed to perfectly sing to each other, until you couldn’t stand the distance any longer.

“Can I? Inside?” he asked, so, so gentle. He touched your face as he asked, cupping your cheek, kissing you deep, deeper, his lips sinfully plush, his teeth a harsh and pleasant contrast.

“Yes, please,” you replied with a breathy, light tone, your words barely loud enough.

He let himself kiss you deeper — impossibly so — as he grabbed his sex and placed the tip to your entrance, the movement so smooth as he slipped inside you.

A guttural gasp caught you, but he smoothed it out with a fond galaxy of kisses spread all over your face and chest.

“I’m so sorry I let you go,” he confessed, catching you in his arms, holding you as tight as he could. He rolled you over so that he was on top, so he could give you a break from all the effort as you’d been grinding on top of him for a solid ten minutes, and your legs had to be tired.

He could take over, and he wanted to. He needed to make it up to you.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you out on your bullshit. I’m sorry I didn’t hold you back.” You wanted to keep talking, but he was working you good, and it was hard to find words that made sense.

“We’re good now,” he hummed. “You’re good now. Am I good to you?”

“You’re just, so good,” you confirmed, adding to it. “You’re fine. You’re perfect. I missed you. This. Us. Sex with you,” it was like you were an avalanche, coming apart with words first, and then your body, gradually getting sloppy, losing control.

Your hand moved in between your bodies, to the apex of your slit, teasing the sensitive skin there.

He looked at your hand, at your bodies joining. “I missed it too. I missed your body. God, I missed this so much,” he groaned. “I’m gonna—”

“Go,” you reassured him.

He went wild and there, you followed, your voice hoarse as you cried out his name, your lips parched from the panting, the gasping over every sensation he caused inside your body.

Once he collapsed on top of you, you just held him there, letting him catch his breath, soothing him with tender strokes of your hand over his body, over his dirty blond hair.

You let him rest inside you, close to you, and confessed. “You know I love you,” you whispered.

And after some seconds during which you thought he was already asleep, he replied “I love you, too, you know.” And then he added, “Like crazy.”

It made you chuckle, just barely. You nodded to yourself. “Like crazy.”

If you liked how this fic made you feel, remember to tell the writer -- yeah, we get a huge sugar rush from that 🥹✨

#jimin x reader #jimin fluff #jimin angst #jimin smut #jimin fanfic #jimin x princess #jimin x yn #btswritersclub #52hertz #thetruthuntoldnet

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charmixpower · 11 months

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Here's a version with no bg! And under the cut imma explain my hcs!

Going in order;

Tecna: Nonbinary Flag cape, Aro and Ace belt clips, Transfeminine pin, and Autism pin

Tecna doesn't really care about figuring out what her exact gender is because that doesn't affect the happiness she experiences in her life so she uses the macro label of Nonbinary and Transfeminine, and was very happy simply socially transitioning to being more feminine

She uses She/He/They pronouns, and doesn't actually care which one people use for her. Since magic is a very female dominant field and because she's transfeminine most people just assume she only uses she/her and she honestly doesn't care enough to correct them

She experiences no type of attraction, but isn't repulsed. She's completely neutral but is very much interested in not participating

She's very autistic. She experiences shut downs, takes things very literally, is like aggressive sincere bc not doing that never occurred to her, can't read others emotions to save her life—people on Zenith usually keep to themselves and have a extremely straightforward culture that very autism friendly so Tecna never noticed she was different until she left

Aisha: Lesbian Flag, Demi aro ace pin, and that's the Pride flag in her bag

Aisha is exclusively attracted to women and only experiences attraction after knowing someone well. Additionally, Demi people have different amounts of time for when they feel attraction and for Aisha they have to be at the very least good friends before any attraction can develop

Musa: Bisexual jacket

Musa is bisexual with a preference for men. She figured out she was bisexual after watching the world's shittest romance movie and wished she was dating both of them. She is the most disastrous of bisexuals. Shes never had a crush on a normal person, that or it's another straight girl. Someone pray for her

Bloom: Omni Flag cape, and Autism pin

Had a friend describe Omni as being between Pan and Bi, where gender plays a role but not as big and it really fitt the way I see Bloom so here. Bloom experiences attraction differently based on gender but has no preference, so she's Omni. I genuinely think Bloom would like and use micro labels, she just comes off to me as a "I need to find the perfect word to decide my experience" girlie

Bloom's autism is all in the sensitivity, being easily overwhelmed and wanting to process in a safe place, complete lack of understanding of danger, and huge special interest baybeee. Also her complete inability to express empathy without filtering it though her own life experience but eventually she figures out how to just express empathy and sympathy without doing that XD

Stella: Pan dress, ADHD purse, and three different Polyamorous pins

Stella is pan "because I can't deny any gender a shot" - Stella of Solaria

That's a real quote. She told me herself. Yeah but she's pan and thinks everyone is hot. Shes our Combined type ADHD queen. Bow down. The three different polyam pins are because there're two different popular flags, the most common really ugly one and the redesign so I used both so people would understand and the new polyam symbol. If she and Brandon met someone they wanted to date there would be no question if they tried to bring them into the relationship. Only when

Flora: Bisexual dress, Pride belt, and Pride earrings

Flora is bisexual with a preference for women. She has no clue she was into men for a little while, primarily bc she finds femininity the most attractive so it was until she saw a gnc guy and couldn't stop staring that she realized she was bisexual. The distinguished bisexual to Musa's utter disaster

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runthepockets · 5 months

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I feel like talking about music. I'm gonna post 7 albums that describe me. Shit that shaped my worldview, reflects my aesthetics, and all that other stuff. Puttin it under read more so no one's dash gets clogged.

ZUU - DENZEL CURRY.

I'm a huge fan of southern Hip Hop. It's dense and eclectic and always so full of life and culture, everything from Andre 3000's thick Atlanta twang on Intl Players Anthem to DJ Paul's production on any given Three 6 Mafia project, it's just my shit. It all speaks to the state of living in the south and has made so much impact on the broader state of Hip Hop. especially in the modern day.

This album feels....so personal. Like coming back home and meeting up with an old friend and realizing you both still know that secret handshake you made up in middle school, or watching the emotional climax of a coming of age movie. I was as wild as I was loving in my youth, so tracks like Ricky and Speedboat and Shake 88 which reference everything from getting in fights in your high school Dickies and football hoodies to escaping hood life to spitting bars about neighborhood bad bitches. It just speaks to me and my experiences, It's always good to know there are other black dudes out there writing love letters and cautionary tales about the violent environments and close knit & loving cultures that surrounded them in their youths spent below the bible belt. I wish I'd had this album when I was 17.

2. VIVA LA COBRA - COBRA STARSHIP

I've been listening to Cobra Starship since I was about 15, and this album has never left my all time greats. It's so fucking fun, like an 18 year old stole his dad's credit card and drove up with his friends to hang in NYC with fake IDs. The bragging, slightly macho, slightly cynical, fun but not too stupid persona Gabe Saporta personifies on this album speaks to me so deeply and shaped me into the man I am today. He has the cynicism and self aware, sarcastic edge that only a former Punk making dance music could have.

3. THREE DAYS GRACE - THREE DAYS GRACE.

Around the age of 13 I was carrying a massive weight; some of it was dysphoria, some of it was internalized racism, some of it was just plain average shit that comes with the territory of being a child under capitalist patriarchy. I felt lost and misunderstood, until I found this album completely by accident. Tracks like Home and Drown spoke to my experiences with abuse and the intense bouts of willpower and self sufficiency that I knew I was capable of but didn't have the courage to act on. I'd put these songs on in my room and drift away, all the pressures my parents and friends and school had put on me just washing away. It was loud and raw and angry and fueled the newfound passion and teen rebellion that would make up the majority of my teens and shape my worldview in adulthood.

4. RUN THE JEWELS 2 - RUN THE JEWELS

The aggressive machismo on this album and the general fuckboy-isms of it all speak to me. Bars like "you want a whore in a white dress, I want a wife with a thong" and verses like "I got that dick in her mouth all day" are just standouts. Just laying everything out, speaking your mind, holding back no punches. The album also weaves in tracks about police brutality, class warfare, and the harsh reality of being pushed to do things you aren't proud of to make ends meet (Killer Mike has a bar about having to sell cocaine to a pregnant woman, and another about his wife being shot by police in front of his son.) I honestly can't see who wouldn't be changed after listening to this, or at least feel seen. It's a no skip banger from beginning to end, if you really wanna understand the essence of Jared, this is it.

5. SOUL GLO - DIASPORA PROBLEMS

Growing up a black kid who liked rock music was extremely taboo, back in the day. It earned you some level of alienation in both black and white dominated spaces. I'd always felt in between worlds; The gritty realism of Hip Hop spoke to me just as the maniacal, commanding essence of Rock and Metal did, and it seemed neither party wanted much to do with me.

Imagine my excitement in 2022 when I find out about Soul Glo, an all black Punk band from my town, who frequently scream their hearts out about everything from police brutality to fake friends to feeling ostracization and tokenization as a black Punk band, with absurd humor and such intense display of vulnerability unlike anything I'd seen before. Finally, I thought, a band that understands me. A band for guys like me.

6. MOBB DEEP - THE INFAMOUS

I got way too high on acid while solo tripping last year and spent a lot of that trip freaking the fuck out. Doom Metal was too much, looking in the mirror was too much, watching tv was too much, everything was just too fucking much.

Except for this record.

This record saved my life and got me into Rap music again. I've cried to it as many times as I've lifted and shaken my ass to it. Though I've never been involved in the street life-- especially not to the degree that Havoc and Prodigy lay claim to-- I grew up privy to it. My environment was incredibly violent. A lot of moralizing by mass media and white people of all backgrounds was lost on me; my father sold drugs to keep me fed and to put Christmas presents under the table, and he'd brought a couple of sex workers into the mix as well (all of whom were incredibly kind women), I felt if anything or anyone was failing, it was the justice system that put guys in these positions.

This album is fucking ruthless. The Jazz and Boom Bap elements add depth to it that I can't really say any other Jazz or Boom Bap rap album has done the same way since. It's also incredibly vulnerable at times. These guys have more nuance and versatility than any other rapper of their time, and it speaks to me as a black dude of working background and experience.

7. THE SLIM SHADY LP - EMINEM

Anyone who's followed me for more than a day knows how much I love Eminem. I think he's witty, charming, funny, and a really down to Earth dude, which probably sounds insane considering the amount of violence and bigotry he spews on the mic at any given time.

This album practically shaped my life and the way I internalize other people's opinions of me. As a kid, I grew up with a pretty abusive mom, and as such always felt the need to apologize or shrink in on myself just for existing. I hadn't really learned how to nurture the spirit until Eminem. The rage, the insanity, and the violence, was all a sheen for an album that truly told a story of how to power through life only trusting yourself and a few other insane, close friends, but most importantly to not let anything get you down and to simply not give a fuck (and to tell anyone who insists otherwise to get on their knees and suck it). The guy spoke real shit and had the credentials to prove it, he knew what he was about and made his dreams a reality, and that was awesome to me.

#my shit

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quinnfebrey · 2 months

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pjo ask anon here:

honestly I love reading everyone’s multi paragraph explanation of stuff they like

my biggest concern with the show is lack of suspense. I saw Friendly Space Ninja’s review of it (2hours loved it) and he was a bit harsher than I am about it but I do think the kids knowing so much off the bat defeats some of the suspense of not knowing. However (idk about kids it’s geared toward) but like I know so many of the gods already maybe it would never be suspenseful? Yknow? Idk how to properly word it but

I think I’m order to flesh out the suspense you’d also have to suspend disbelief that people don’t know who Medusa is

one more thing that was pointed out to me by comments from black women was that Annabeth’s stoicism is classic Strong Black Woman and I honestly had put it to Leah’s lack of experience and figured she’d grow as an actress (I think she looks weak compared to Walker because he’s got more jobs under his belt than she does) but yeah that was an interesting point about the writing.

yeah i agree about the suspense but i do think that they are changing the tone of the show. i think they’re pulling at a larger plotline (now knowing how the og 5 ends up) whereas each book was written without knowing what came next so it had to have short term suspense

that being said i really wish the minotaur fight had been longer and the scene with krusty, but i do realize that krusty was arguably pointless to the rest of the show so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

the one thing i actually liked that they changed was medusa bc bffr ain’t no way grover AND annabeth didn’t know it was her

i can’t speak to the black woman trope as someone who isn’t a black woman, but i do think that a lot of people kind of forgot how annabeth was in the beginning. we’re so used to olympians annabeth or hoo annabeth that we kinda forget that she really WAS a grumpy little 12yo that didn’t like percy that much

i saw annabeth’s depth coming through especially in all of their hugs, her putting the necklace on percy, and when percy was making jokes at the arch. the rest of it felt book accurate to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i honestly think more than anything it’s a mixture of leah’s youth as an actress + the writing being bad LOL (like the “i heard everything” line… rick, we already knew that)

but i’d be interested to hear more from black women that are also book fans!! and i’m interested to see how annabeth progresses over the next seasons

#asks #pjo tv show #pjo

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destinyc1020 · 3 months

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I dont know if I agree completely with anons point, its about building your resume and taking on jobs, a good performance in a movie, tv show or theatre regardless will help an actor open up other avenues and meet with some of the best directors. Often its abput finding the best actor for a specific role ( not finding the best actor). I dont think his move to theatre is to attract the big directors or break a typecast, I think he just wanted to return to the stage and do something that appealed to him as you said hes a theatre kid at heart and throughout NWH press tours he mentioned wanting to go back to the stage. Jamie lloyd is an ideal director to work with for the stage. You'd be surprised directors look at all your work even the silly ones and sometimes its thw silly ones that make a director want to work with you. Directors have a great eye and know who has potential.

Also Austin didnt have anything of note prior to his theatre performance in the iceman cometh whereas tom was more established with spiderman and the impossible and billy elliott. Austin while he had his films and shows none of them really gave austin the ability to flex is acting muscle and felt that theatre really taught him how to improve as an actor especially when you work with someone as great as denzel.

Yea, I definitely agree with everything you said Anon. I think Tom is taking on the theater role for all of those reasons. It just diversifies your career honestly.

I think Anon was just wondering if it was to get out of the Marvel "Typecast Bubble" because Tom and Austin share the same agent. I think that's why Anon maybe perhaps thought that maybe there was a correlation. 😊 But you're exactly right! Austin wanted to hone more of his acting skills, and wasn't doing the type of work that he wanted to do, so he wanted to make a pivot and get some theater experience in order to really challenge himself and work on his craft more.

I will say..... #REALTALK (cover your eyes if you wish) While Tom definitely has way more fame and solid films under his belt than Austin had before doing his theater run, I do feel that in some way, Tom HAS been typecast somewhat, and put into a little bubble...Maybe, not so much by Hollywood execs, but by some filmgoers, and even SOME critics. (Notice I said SOME) It's not Tom's fault...He's a GREAT actor! But sometimes, people can be fickle and stubborn, and only want to see you in certain roles. 🙄 Sometimes, you do a role SO well, that now, people only establish you with that particular role, and only want to see you in THOSE types of movies. It's not fair.

It has happened to other actors (not just Marvel) as well. And I've seen countless Anons/fans in my inbox complaining about how they feel like the critics don't really appreciate Tom's non-Spider-Man work. Even Tom himself has said that he does NOT want to be put in a box. Imo, that might mean that he might be feeling that pressure (either from society or Hollywood) to only do one thing, and he doesn't want to do that. In fact, I don't know any actor who does.

I personally think the theater run is a great career move for him....No matter what his reasons are. 😊 It might be nice also to just get a bit of a change.

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spaceshipkat · 11 months

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Hi Kat! Do you have any advice for those who want to become freelance editors?

practice practice practice. my first real editing experience came from being a critique partner for a lot of writers (this was like a decade ago, back when twitter wasn’t the cesspool it now is) bc i got to learn (technically) on the job. reading a lot helped, in as many genres and categories as i could. paying attention to minute details in books (such as how to use proper grammar. i wish more people paid attention to that when they’re reading books for fun, so things like em dashes would be used properly, but i digress). i didn’t start working as a freelance editor until 2018, bc by then i knew a lot more about writing and editing after i got my BA in history. we had to critique others’ work alongside editing our own in that degree, so i got a lot more experience under my belt.

practice makes perfect, as they say.

one thing that also helped me become a freelance editor is the authors whose books i’ve worked on. i’m not gonna name names obv but nearly every writer friend i was a critique partner or beta reader for sold to the Big 5 (the ones who aren’t yet published will be one day, i’m 100% certain) so being able to put their books on my resume helped me get the job with the company i’m now with. i was also a pitch wars mentor for two years, which looks good on a freelance editing resume bc it proves that not only can i edit, i’m a good collaborator and a mentor, so i don’t just slap an edit onto the page and tell the writer to make it without explaining why i suggested the edit. i never make an edit (well, a big edit, like cutting a character or rearranging a battle scene; i don’t always explain why i changed a comma into a semicolon, yknow?) without explaining why i made it and providing an example or two of what the author could do instead.

i also know how to be kindly honest. by that i mean that i will be brutally honest about what needs fixing, but i’m not a dick about it. my edit letters always start with praise, explaining the things i really enjoyed and things the author did really well. then i dive into the edits that the book needs. for most edits, but especially if they’re big, i explain why the edit needs to happen and provide advice on how to go about making the edit. for instance, my most recent client was concerned about the middle third of her book, since one plot thread is all but dropped only to be picked up again in the last third. i agreed that the middle had a big slump and also that that plot thread shouldn’t be dropped bc it was one of the main driving forces behind the plot. my suggestion was to cut two characters who, while interesting, weren’t exactly needed in the book (they could easily wait til the next book in the series to make their debut), and replace them with a brand new third character who would be the ticket to 1) holding up that plot thread and 2) upping the action and stakes in the middle of the book to erase the slump and make the narrator feel more urgent about defeating the big bad in the last third of the book.

and honestly, besides all that, one of the most important things an editor needs to know how to do is match the voice, style, and tone the author is creating. it’s not the editor’s book, so the editor needs to check their own writing style and voice at the door and adopt that of the author whose book they’re editing. it’s one reason why editing takes up a lot of creativity (one major reason i don’t want to be a career editor, bc i’d just end up using up all my creativity on other people’s books rather than on my own books). when you make an edit, you have to ensure it fits with the ambience the author has created, rather than introducing something with a completely different tone.

idk if this even makes sense since i feel like i’m rambling at this point, so i’ll end here. but hopefully this explains a little? feel free to send another ask if you want any clarification!

#ask #anonymous #freelance editor #editing tips

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I love your Sightshipping HCs! I have to say, I've never really thought about it before, but it's a pretty interesting ship. ^-^

What about Joey for 002?

Always happy to have an excuse to spread some Sightshipping headcanons around :D

Onwards to the character ask!

Joey

How I feel about this character: I really do like him and think he's complex character. This guy is a true "ride or die" friend, yet he's played often as comic relief among the main cast, and he also gets treated like a punching bag throughout the series despite the hard work, effort, and integrity he puts into everything he does.

Holy shit, the wringer this poor guy went through during Battle City and Alcatraz, then for Mai to fixate on him and blame him for her troubles during Doma because... he can't read her mind halfway across the world and help her?? Yes, we can place some blame on Dartz and the Orichalcos stone for twisting her mind, but there wouldn't have been something to be twisted in the first place if Mai didn't have some sort of grudge towards him. I'm not downplaying Mai's trauma by any means and have many of my own thoughts on her Doma era and the PTSD that was inflicted by Malik, but I don't think it was very fair of her to put all of this resentment and expectation on a 16/17 year old boy who by all means considered her his friend and would have done, and did do, everything he could to help her once he realized how badly she'd been affected by the whole ordeal.

Then everyone (not just Seto!) proceeds to take a shit on him during the Grand Prix arc, like he didn't also help save the world for the third or fourth time in the previous season?? Come on!

I know he started out as Yuugi's bully and antagonized him, but he's long since paid his penance and he deserves more respect.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I'm an old-timey Polarshipper, though I vastly prefer this ship when Jounouchi has some more life experience under his belt as an adult and can approach Mai from that growth and life experience.

Wishshipping is cute, and I also like Buddyshipping. I'm a sucker for friends to lovers sometimes.

Can't remember the ship name for Rishid/Joey but I like that as both romantic and/or platonic friendship.

I also like Puppy/Violetshipping, because I am also a sucker for enemies to lovers. Or just enemies to enemies who fu

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I bro-ship him with Vivian Wong. I know it makes no sense but hear me out

They're both athletic jocks who are hot tempered and are wholly capable of throwing hands and holding their own if a fight were to break out in a bar. They'd be right at home in a John Woo flick.

And I ship them both with Mai so they can bond over their impeccable taste in the same woman.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I just said I polyship Joey/Mai/Vivian. That's about as unpopular of an opinion as it gets.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: A whole episode where he gets separated from his group during the Ancient Egypt arc and meets a woman with red eyes that turns out to be the Red-Eyes Black Dragon, but she's more well adjusted and has a sense of humor compared to Kisara. She's aware of the stuff going on, but she actively makes an effort not to get involved because who wants to deal with that? But she ends up getting dragged into world altering situations anyhow because sometimes life just be like that and you gotta roll with the punches. Amiright?

my OTP: *points to everything above*

my cross over ship: He would totally fawn over Kumiko Yamaguchi from Gokusen.

He would also fear her, immensely.

a headcanon fact: He still likes to dress up as Marylin Monroe when he's by himself.

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He would like to get a gig singing covers of his favorite songs at a classy night club in a sparkling sequin dress, but he's low-key haunted by the poor reception he received from the popularity contest in high school and talks himself out of it every time the thought crosses his mind.

#ask #joey wheeler #jounouchi katsuya #jounouchi #joey #yugioh #ygo #toei #dm #duel monsters #mai kujaku #mai valentine #vivian wong #gokusen #crossover #season zero #season 0

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lumine-no-hikari · 4 months

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #10

I did the very scary thing today that I talked a little about yesterday.

I spoke up about a thing that bothered me. I tried to be kind and loving and sincere as I did it. I tried to set healthy boundaries. Anticipating rejection and abuse, I then exited the situation so that the folks involved wouldn't have to deal with me anymore. That probably wasn't the best move, admittedly. But I am not a perfect human by any stretch of the imagination; I still have a whole lot to learn. With this experience under my belt, I'll probably do a little better next time.

Maybe at first glance, it doesn't seem so scary to you to talk about the things that bother you; perhaps you'd laugh at me for acknowledging that vulnerability can be terrifying. But in that case, if you would laugh, then I would have to gently point out to you that if you had been brave enough to let everyone know you were struggling back in the year 2002 in your world, things in Nibelheim could have turned out a lot differently than they did.

In any case, I was shocked and touched when, in the end, some of the people involved reached out to me in an effort towards reconciliation. This sort of thing is unprecedented for me, and I'm not really sure how to navigate the situation. I'm also not sure if any efforts made towards navigating the situation will yield good results. I am in very unknown territory; the cynical side of me that is used to lies and empty promises is wary, but the hopeful side of me, in defiance of all my instincts, wants to try for connection and communication.

I saw this recently, and it feels very… applicable. So I'll put it here so you can read it, too:

"sometimes it don't be like that but you're so used to when it do be like that that you don't give it a chance to don't" is what it says. I know that the grammar is not correct, but brains are marvelous in that when English doesn't logic Englishly, brains brain by themselves to logic that English! ;P

I don't know if good things will happen or if bad things will happen. But I do know this: I don't want to stop giving things chances. Future me is strong enough to handle it if bad things happen, and the possibility for good things to happen is too precious to miss out on. So I'll try to keep my heart open, even if it means I might get hurt again sometime.

I think I handled the situation better than previous versions of me would have. And it's not lost on me that the only reason I was able to handle it at all is because of the people around me who helped me try to sort through it. I was reminded by the people who are close to me that my main responsibility in my everyday living is to behave in ways that are in alignment with my innermost nature and allow people to do what they wish with their free will, even if it means that they misuse it. I was also reminded that it is not in the nature of humans to operate from a fear-based lens or to make decisions in the throes of anger, bitterness, resentment, despair, or pain; when human beings lash out, that's just their trauma and adrenaline doing the talking. We are not ourselves when memories of our trauma are hijacking our nervous systems, and not everyone is equipped to notice it when their adrenaline is running the show.

Today, when doing the scary thing, the adrenaline flooding my system made my hands shake and my stomach feel all swirly. I imagine you have a lot more experience dealing with adrenaline than I do. I've heard that the sensation is a little different for everybody; I wonder what the sensation feels like for you. Are you mindful enough to be aware of the sensation when it occurs? Or did your circumstances force you to put the sensation from your conscious perception? I had to re-learn how to notice the sensation in my body, because in the past, I had to function through it so often that the easiest thing to do was to put it out of my mind until I forgot how to notice it altogether.

Still, re-learning how to be mindful of the sensation of adrenaline in my body was work worth doing. I've found that I can actually function better through it if I acknowledge its presence and make room for it, instead of pretending like it's not there and acting like it's not a factor in my mental state. When I am aware of it, I can make loving choices despite it, instead of letting it get its coils around me and from there allow the resulting emotions to control me like some kind of puppet.

We can deny that we have emotions all we like, but it's never actually true. All that happens is that those emotions we denied end up finding other ways to manifest. If we don't intentionally choose how to direct our emotions, then our emotions will direct us instead, and that leads to all sorts of weird and unpleasant problems…

I wonder what you've seen while wandering around the Edge of Creation. I wonder if any of the things you've seen have allowed you to remember how to be mindful of your body and of your sensations, emotions, mind, heart, and feelings. I wonder if you've been learning how to wield these things properly, in service to that which is beautiful, loving, and good.

I hope that someday, when you are strong enough to return to us and sing the song of your heart alongside us with a smile again, you will tell us all about your experiences and what you've learned. I hope you'll tell us all about all the things you've struggled with and how you've overcome them. I hope you'll tell us all about the things you still struggle with, and allow us to help you through them.

We'll be waiting until then. Remember that you are loved. Please stay safe.

Your friend, Lumine

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In an effort to being more comfortable using my blog as a blog, I will now share my thoughts on the 2011 Space Marine game since I recently bought it for dirt cheap and played through the campaign (no spoilers ahead don't worry.) And I will also probably be twelve years late to Space Marine 2.

So... Leandros. I had never played the game before, I didn't experience the story first-hand. I've seen others play it, y'know, but I never really paid that much attention to the story, more so the reactions of whoever was playing it. I heard from people in the Warhammer community that he was this stuck up that kept spouting on about the Codex Astartes. But playing through the game myself, I'm kind of curious to see why people are so vitriolic towards Leandros.

I mean, yeah. He is a stick in the mud with his nose buried in the Codex Astartes, but he also seems the youngest and newest of the main trio. Sidonus is the grizzled and gritty veteran, Titus is the heroic and determined leader, and Leandros is... young. Naive. He constantly leans on the Codex Astartes as a guidebook for how to act and how to handle situations. Both Titus and Sidonus have service studs and embellishments on their armor, but Leandros is (both figuratively and literally) fresh-faced and lacking in these embellishments. Would it be that unbelievable that he, as a Space Marine who doesn't even have a decade of service under his belt, would stick to the teachings of the Codex Astartes so heavily?

Titus and Sidonus can wave his reliance on it away, but they're experienced. It's common for people who know how things work to grossly overestimate how much others know, even if they are making an effort to underestimate. But he's probably seeing Chaos first hand for the very first time in his life. He has no fucking experience with that sort of thing, so he does what anyone with no experience does; he looks for an explanation of what to do. And the Codex gives him that.

Now, what purpose does this long rambling preamble serve other than defending Leandros and possibly pissing off the Leandros Haters? Well, it segues into my opinion. A terrifying prospect. In my opinion, for Space Marine 2, I'd like to see Leandros again but in a position of command. We see Titus has a few more service studs on him, and given people speculating his time in the Deathwatch, he could have been serving for longer than that. Leandros would have had the time to get that experience he was lacking, to see that the Codex Astartes holds wisdom; but that wisdom is to be applied with experience. He understands what Titus was trying to tell him in the first game, and now he has this sort of experience that makes him more mature and less reliant on what the Codex says.

I personally would hope to see him as a Captain, technically in charge, but giving deference to Titus's experience and wisdom. Where he himself is dealing with newer Ultramarines and seeing himself reflected in the newer faces. Hell, I'd even take him being a Sergeant and possibly serving alongside Titus in the second game. But, y'know, this is all wishful thinking anyway. Point is, I think people give Leandros too much shit.

#warhammer 40000 #space marine #Leandros #opinion piece #yeah...

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piratefalls · 7 months

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top 9 books

saw @wellhalesbells post and thought she needed to know everything about what i read. because that's what friends do. these are in no particular order.

Linden Hills by Gloria Naylor. I wouldn't say it's a re-telling so much as it takes a lot of cues from Dante's Inferno, but it actually kind of blew my mind when I read it my sophomore year of college. Excellent commentary on what success looks like and how far we're willing to go to obtain it.

I'll Be Gone in the Dark by Michelle McNamara. I'll be honest, it had me checking the locks multiple times at night. A lot of true crime novels really just read like a thesis, but this almost felt like fiction. I couldn't stop reading, even if it did scare the shit out of me. I'll always be heartbroken that Michelle never got to see how her work helped find the Golden State Killer.

Coming Out Like a Porn Star: Essays on Pornography, Protection, and Privacy by Jiz Lee. A collection of essays and testimonials written by people in the industry and their experiences as performers, including advocacy, mistreatment, and how and when they tell the people in their lives that they're adult performers. It adds humanity to the subject where simple research does not.

I'm Judging You: The Do-Better Manual by Luvvie Ajayi-Jones. If you like judging but also want to learn how to do better, this is the book for you.

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. I realize this is kind of a polarizing book in the sense that you either really like it or you really don't, but I read the Iliad in college, was bored by it, and despite knowing how this book would end it still kind of broke me.

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston. This should go without saying, but, I also don't generally re-read books. I really don't. I picked this up again because of the movie and it hits different after four more years of life under my belt. Is it still escapism wrapped in a lot of idealism and wishing for what 2016 could have been? Absolutely. Do I care? Not a bit.

Anger Is a Gift by Mark Oshiro. I actually met Mark at the cursed Tumblr Con (yes, I went, it was an experience) and listened to him read Garfield fanfiction and laughed so hard I cried. He's a lovely man, and this book hadn't yet come out, but it stuck with me for weeks after I finished it. Excellent YA novel, wonderfully diverse cast of characters, tackles complex issues beautifully, absolutely recommend.

Beauty Queens by Libba Bray. A group of teenage beauty queens stranded on a lost island? This book is the perfect amount of chaotic. Just read it.

Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body by Roxane Gay. As a person navigating the world in a fat body, and one who loves Roxane Gay, I just really loved this book. It covers so, so much, and it was both hard and liberating to read it.

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro. This book devastated me. It's absolutely not what it seems. Go into it knowing nothing about it.

Authors I love in general and couldn't just pick one book: Tess Gerritsen (author of Rizzoli & Isles), Jonathan Tropper (messy people and messy family dynamics), Christopher Buckley (top tier political satire). They're all auto-buys for me, along with Roxane Gay. I also enjoy Edith Wharton, but that feels a little bit niche lol.

#i read a couple of these in college and i still think about them from time to time #about me #books #I LOVE TALKING ABOUT BOOKS

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dominiquewritesthings · 7 months

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How to Develop a Style of Directing

1. Re-read the stories you like - Read your favorite stories with directing you admire. This is the fun part of researching because you can enjoy some good content. It's also the easiest.

2. Understand what elements you like - You don't have to like everything. Pick out the things you like and reimagine them as your own. Let's say you like visual outfit choices. If you already know how to do tappable choices, they're easy to do once you know how to. Yet, they can truly elevate your story's interactivity.

3. Realize what you dislike - What don't you like about the directing? Are there too many flashing lights? Or is it lacking some filters to make it aesthetically pleasing? Either way, understanding what you dislike is just as important as what you like. You need to understand why you don't like it and figure out what you can add when you keep that element out of your directing so it doesn't feel stale and like it's missing something to the reader.

4. Ask Questions! - Have you ever liked a directing element but not known how to include it? Ask the author! A lot of the time, if the author doesn't mind they'll send you a link to a forum post and explain it to you themselves so you can enjoy the feature as well. If they don't answer you though, respect their wishes and figure out how you would do it as if you were creating this.

5. Take Notes - It can't hurt to read different Instagram Infographics and Forum posts to find new directing tips that you may want to add to your directing style. The more you have under your belt, the better you'll be when you need to code something new. Without my years of learning Donnacode, I would've struggled immensely with creating mini-games.

6. Be Inspired - Look around you in the game and in real life. Let's take the simple task of typing on a computer. You don't sit down and start typing. You grab your keyboard or laptop, make sure your computer is on, and then start typing. Now imagine coding that into Episode. Maybe the user would tap the laptop before the character starts typing. Simple codes like these would make your story more interactive and feel real.

7. Experiment - Don't think about what you can't do, think about what you can do. If you see something you may want to code, think about how you would logically do that. Would you use a ton of overlays? A special background? Utilize a new line of code that you usually don't include.

8. Know your limits - Sure, the sky is the limit but no one reached the stars without a long journey there. When I started experimenting with mini-games, I started understanding how to use tappable overlays and timed choices. I started incorporating timed choices because those are a bit easier to include as a mini-game but still make your story so much more impressive! The next thing I knew, I was coding a card game for a new story. Sure, the card game was really hard to do, took a lot of overlays, and took 3 days to code, BUT it was SO worth it since I had fun with it AND a lot of people enjoyed it! You will get there eventually, just don't rush yourself.

#Episode #Episode Interactive #Black Author #Author #Episodeswithmelanin #Episodefantasy

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delicioussshame · 8 months

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Crime AU AU, part 9. First new part is 7, so be careful.

He’s being ridiculous and he knows it.

This is nothing new. Shen Jiu has never pretended Yue Qingyuan was his one and only. He had left in the middle of the night more often than Yue Qingyuan can remember, to visit some anonymous conquest or another.

Or his brother. If that was the way Shen Jiu decided to manage his relationship with his twin, and it worked for him, it wasn’t his place to intervene. Their bond had always been… complicated. Yue Qingyuan had no desire to come between them.

If only the same could be said of Luo Binghe.

The man couldn’t be content with the kiss marks he usually bruised on his own fiancé’s neck. No, he also had to brand Shen Jiu in a way he had never allowed before, bite marks so deep they have to have drawn blood, deep imprints of fingernails that took days to fade.

Yue Qingyuan grits his teeth when Luo Binghe shows up with similar marks one day, gingerly hanging on Shen Yuan’s arm like everything was fine, when there was no way the one he called his shizun would treat him this roughly. Is Luo Binghe so talented a lover than he can convince him these were his doings, too lost in the throes of passion to remember acting in such a way?

Yue Qingyuan wouldn’t be surprised. Shen Jiu wouldn’t let him touch him if he weren’t. Not to mention he was raised by Shen Yuan, and thus surrounded by prostitutes. Who knows how many years of experience he had under his belt.

It’s none of his business. He told himself he would stay away from this future tragedy.

He can’t anymore. Sooner or later, Shen Yuan is bound to find out, and this will be the end for the brothers. Shen Yuan is too besotted to forgive such a betrayal by the two persons most important to him. The family will burn down, and the only one who will benefit will be Luo Binghe, all set to take everything over.

It still looks unlikely to him. Luo Binghe has to be a talented actor, but can the borderline obsessive way he trails after Shen Yuan can really be faked? Had the child Yue Qingyuan had grown to know really been playing such a long game?

He remembers Luo Binghe’s eyes glinting with adoration, and he can’t think so.

He also remembers the trail of bodies Luo Binghe left behind as tribute to Shen Yuan.

It’s hard to find a moment where Luo Binghe is both accessible and away from Shen Yuan, but Yue Qingyuan lies in wait until said moment is found. “Luo Binghe, if you would?”

Luo Binghe favors him with a polite smile he learned from his shizun, perfectly charming and utterly false. “Yes?”

What’s the point. “Let’s spare the niceties. If you wanted to take us down, why bother with this convoluted charade? Just murder Shen Yuan in his sleep and be done with it. He’s infatuated enough to let you do it.”

Luo Binghe’s eyes widen in shock. “What? I would never!”

It doesn’t seem faked, but does Yue Qingyuan really know this man? “Why betray him with his own brother then?”

Luo Binghe still looks confused. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Please. Shen Yuan might be blinded by love, but anyone else can see the marks you’ve never bothered hiding. You’re sleeping with Shen Jiu.”

Something appears to click in Luo Binghe’s mind, because the confusion fades, to be replaced by open amusement. “You don’t know. I thought you did, but I appear to have overestimated you. I won’t make that mistake again.”

That’s not comforting. “Enlighten me then.”

“I will. Your misunderstanding will only cause trouble for Shizun. Shen Yuan knows. It was his idea, after all.”

Yue Qingyuan freezes. “You want me to believe Shen Yuan whored you out to buy peace?” Luo Binghe might agree if Yuan did ask, but would Shen Jiu even want that?

If he was allowed to handle Luo Binghe as he wished, maybe…

But that is not the story his body tells.

“Of course not. My husband’s bed is just always open to me, no matter who else is in it.”

Yue Qingyuan’s breath locks in his chest. This was Shen Yuan’s plan…?

Yue Qingyuan is an idiot. It’s so easy to underestimate Shen Yuan. His demeanor is kinder, more patient, gentler than Shen Jiu’s ever was. It had always pushed Shen Jiu to take on the harder jobs, to walk the darker roads, to protect his presumed innocence. In response to this treatment, Yue Qingyuan himself always considered him something close to Shen Jiu’s younger sibling, who needed protection and guidance sometimes.

Shen Yuan is Shen Jiu’s twin, his equal in age and skills. Why would he be above using his partners in this way? How could someone so tainted by their world, in a position to survey everyone’s movement in the casino he rules as a king would, be unaware of his fiancé straying? “I suppose I owe Shen Yuan an apology.” He can’t believe he underestimated a Shen in this way. How mortifying. He should have known better.

“You do, but I suggest you don��t bother making one. It will be easier on everyone were you to continue turning your eyes away.”

Yue Qingyuan remembers bringing his theory to Shen Jiu, and only receiving ‘I have nothing to be ashamed of’ as an answer.

So Shen Jiu hadn’t been lying. How novel.

Still, quite rude of Shen Yuan to arrange another lover for his brother and not even involve Yue Qingyuan in the matter. Words will have to be had.

Yue Qingyuan just has to decide with whom.

#The Scum Villain Self Serving System #Scum Villain #BingQiu #Shencest #LBH/SY/SJ #Crime AU

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writeouswriter · 1 year

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hiiii sorry if this is Super weird !!! but i know some people look at their past writing n cringe a little yet also still love it a little but (n this goes out to anyone tht wants 2 answer too!) have u ever cringed at like. recent writing? bc i cannot 4 the life of me look at smth i wrote even seven months ago bc im just so embarrased..... do u or anyone else have advice on how u could overcome smth like this? i know cringe is dead be free n live ur life !!! but sometimes i cannot. help but just. Explode

Not weird at all! Though I'm not great with the advice personally, (clear and concise answers? Idk her), maybe someone else can help a little more as I have lots of lovely brilliant people following me!

But I definitely have cringed at some of my recent writing. I'm always going to cringe at some of my writing and be like what was I thinking, I can't write, while other times I'll be like, wow I actually can write. It's forever in flux. Sometimes, that's just how it is because even in the smallest intervals of time, you're constantly growing as a writer, learning new things every minute, every second, and with every new thing taken in, every new experience or reading or etc. under your belt, you see further into how the gears of writing turn, and occasionally that means you start to perceive more flaws in your own writing, whether real or imagined, because you're looking for them now, you're looking at the embroidery from behind with all the loose strings and stitches, you're looking at the clocktower from between the gears on the inside, watching them shudder and jolt a little unnaturally when most other people just see the face.

For recent writing, it's an especially tough beast because unlike writing from the further past, you're not far enough removed yet, so you still can't really look at it objectively, you're still stuck inside the clocktower, unable to see the view as an outside observer. So, maybe everything is going to look a little wonky regardless of whether it really is or not, and there's not much to do but keep learning and improving from it in the meanwhile, step back for a second, give it time and space, and be kind and patient with yourself as you take a walk around back to the front of the tower and see whether you can still see the gears and everything from there.

My analogies tend to get out of hand and may not be the most solid or helpful, so I'll drop that... but you feel me? Maybe you will still be cringing at it later, but that means you've come further as a writer and can pinpoint how to fix it/improve it or use the experience and observations for your new work, honing in on what exactly about it is making you cringe, maybe it's something with an easy workaround, or maybe with fresh eyes, you'll see it's not as bad as you thought and there's some good in there after all, maybe a mix of both.

Usually, it really is a matter of time. When I posted my first ao3 fanfic last year, I couldn't bear to look at it again, the thought of it made me sick. I had reread it multiple times at various stages to the point where I was just like if it's bad, it's bad, it's out there and there's nothing I can do now, and the thought of it haunted me, like people are gonna think the style is weird, it's ooc, it's this, it's that, etc., aah, but I reread it finally again last week and... it was fine. It was totally... fine. Meanwhile, another story I had been working on, I came back to it after a while and realized the dialogue was stilted and the prose repetitive, so I had to rework it, but that's fine too, no shame in that. It takes a while to find what works.

Anyway, I'm starting to ramble and repeat myself, and my keyboard keys are all sticking because I spilt milk on it the other day, rip, so yeah! That's all I can tell you personally, but if anyone wants to jump on and add something else, feel free! And I wish you all the luck in your writing quest! Take care.

#writing #writeblr #ask #writer things #my w key is in the worst shape i'm so sad gaah #s and a and e too are not doing great also caps lock why did my clumsiness forsake me #long post #i guess #writing advice #somewhat

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Hi! Sorry in advance for my bad English! I wanted to get your opinion. Why do you think Harrison does so little in movies/series? Is he too picky about his roles or is there too much competition? Don't get me wrong. I understand that it's not easy being an actor and especially getting a part, but over the years hasn't he had an offer even for a minor role!!!? Sometimes I think he wants to do major roles and big projects, but not everyone is so lucky and by turning down small roles he misses his chance. I've been following him since 2017 and am really worried about his career. Only 2 series in 6 years (I'm not counting short films and 1 minute cameos in Tom's movies). Catch 22 is a good show, but Harrison is 10 minutes long. And the series "the regulars" was a flop, although I liked it. It's not a masterpiece, but it's not too bad either. I think there were big bets on this series, especially Harrison's, but in the end it was unlucky. And this year we have another series in which Harrison will have a small role. I just want the best for him! And a second question. I'm almost 99% sure that Harrison is auditioning for the role of Johnny Storm. He has said himself that he would like to play him and more than once. But what are the chances of him getting the role? He has very little acting experience and I'm afraid that's not in his favor. He has a great friendship and chemistry with Tom Holland and I think they would show it perfectly through Peter and Johnny if they ever crossed paths in the movies. And I know that Harrison and Tom stopped interacting on social media so that Harrison could develop as an independent person and actor. And that's the right thing to do. Because there will be those who will say that he gets roles because of his friendship with Tom. It doesn't work that way, though. And I'm glad he took that route. And I really wish him luck and lots of good roles!

Your English is wonderful!

He said that The Irregulars put him into a new bracket of acting jobs in the last interview he did, and he's mentioned auditioning somewhat recently, too.

He's also gone to some acting workshops that posted photos of their participants on Instagram, as recently as this past week, so he's obviously still interested in acting and working on honing his craft.

However, at the moment, he seems to be heavily involved in promoting the rum brand he cofounded, HAMA. There have been events, and he's made at least one appearance at an unrelated event where he was photographed with a bottle. He also took photos while he was in New York City of him holding a bottle in a variety of locations.

I wonder if he was in the US for audition(s) then. I don't know how that works these days. The role he took in the anthology series that's coming out later this year had a completely virtual audition process. He mentioned his height being brought up by someone who met him in person for the first time and thought he'd be taller.

I'm more heavily leaning toward him being picky about what roles he auditions for and being involved with multiple ventures.

If he has auditioned or is auditioning for Johnny Storm, I'm sending him all the good vibes. He does have a lead role in a Netflix series under his belt, which isn't a small role like his role in Catch-22 was, so hopefully that will help get him in the door.

It would be really cool to see him on the big screen with Tom! I don't really go to see movies in theaters very often, and I would definitely go see that.

But I very much hope he finds happiness in whatever he ends up doing -- whether that be acting, being an entrepreneur, or something else entirely.

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