#she only comes out in the summer when it’s like 95 degrees out

[secondratefiction]

Hi there! Hope you’re doing well! Kicking that funeral services degree’s ass with any luck!! I was wondering if you would be up to writing a drabble for Jason or Tim (whoever you think fits the scenario best) as the boyfriend of a law student. Maybe where they’re living together and she’s just barely getting 3-5 hours of sleep a night while trying to study for finals, writing a full legal brief, practicing for oral arguments, getting ready for her summer associateship, and applying for moot court and law review. (Is this based on some poor law student’s real life? We may never know!) And just like her needing someone to be there and take care of her, but also her wanting to take care of him too even though she is very much Trying Her Best to Survive™? (Btw thank you so much for blessing us with batfam content galore, absolute ICON <3 )

Oh good lord… bless you and this ‘hypothetical’ poor law student. I know my degree is kicking my ass all across the state and back, so I can only imagine… They keep telling me the degrees are worth it… we’ll ride it out and see. Good vides, and better times love 💜

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Now I fully believe that Timmy would be wonderful at this in his own right… but every single thing about this request violently screams Jason Todd to me…

There are only so many hours and so many spoons in a day, and unfortunately a law degree takes up almost every single ounce of both of them

However, Jason has this innately ingrained need to take care of the people that matter to him, so this is exactly where he shines

He was always Alfred’s best protege, so the man cooks and cleans house like a pro. Not only that, but it’s something that he genuinely enjoys because they are simple and repetitive tasks that let zone out and go through the motions to decompress from his ‘other job’.

While he’s happy to take care of all of that and leave you to focus on the proverbial, ever-growing mountain of work you have - He’s not above making you stop to take a break.

It is not an uncommon occurrence for this man to literally close your laptop, throw you over his shoulder*, and haul you out to the kitchen table to sit down and have a meal with him.

((*I do not care what size you are, or what hang ups you might have about your weight, if this man can hold up a collapsing ceiling, he can carry you across y’alls apartment))

“Ok, I have physically seen you putting food and water into your body, you can go back to your cave now.”

This happens at least 2-3 times a week

He is concerned. Just humor him and let him love you.

Jason is 100% the type to be actively learning from anything you tell him

Some nights, when the insomnia and the nightmares decide to double team him, he’ll even sit up browsing through your textbooks just to try and understand everything you're doing more.

Tim get’s labeled the nerd of the family a lot, but really Jason would have been the family scholar if he’d had the chance

The second bedroom in your apartment is both your office and his library. That shit is floor to ceiling.

With that in mind he is always more than happy to be a sounding board when you need him to. Listen to what you’ve got, argue the other side if necessary

Dear god, just know what you’re getting into there… he lives for that kind of stuff, and he will come prepared. This is one of his all time favorite games, that comes second only to aggravating the living shit out of you (which, if he’s lucky, will be a bonus here)

95% of the time, Jason has got this, got you - focus on your school babe, I’ll take care of it… but that 5%? That bit where he’s not actually infallible? He so very desperately doesn’t want you to see that.

What you’re doing is important, and he doesn’t want the fact he had a rough night to be a distraction for you. This is where you enter a bit of a balancing act…

As much as you may want to put everything aside and take care of him, that is the fastest way to make him shut down.

Instead, grab a textbook and a highlighter. Go ‘make yourself some tea’ and pour him a mug too. Set everything up in the living room and drag him onto the couch with you.

Put his head in your lap, and just run your fingers through his hair while you do some reading.

Bonus points if you put a blanket over him

Poor baby is gonna melt in an instant and be out cold before you know it. Just keep playing with his hair and let him sleep.

And do not mention it if he is emotional when he wakes up… he’s never going to be good/get used to receiving love and affection. Do it anyway, and don’t make a big deal about it.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #batfam #reader insert #requests

[laughterfixs]

Heatwave

Howdy giggle sprites! Inspiration has hit me and I’ve been writing! Got a little something to share with you!  Summers getting hot in the pizzaplex and celestial jester bros gotta find a way to cool down their adoptive floof covered dragon momma!  Contains: Mentions of tickles (no actual t scenes this go round sorry lol), fluff, sweetness, familial love, helpful friends and some of my own original characters! Enjoy~

*******************************************************************************************   “...Thankfully, it seemed no one was harmed in the collapse and everyone managed to get out of the building safely. In other news, it seems we’re getting quite the heatwave this summer!”  “You’d be correct, Jane! High temperatures are coming in as we are quickly climbing into the low and mid 90s, the high today being 95 degrees, but what’s even worse is that humidity which will be bringing us a toasty feel of 101 degrees. I suggest staying indoors during peak hours or at the very least layer that sunscreen. Thunderstorms will come later in the week–” “Since when do you watch the news?” Sundrop asked as he carried an armful of toys back to their spot. Moondrop turned to his brother and gave a shrug before turning it off. “Just curious what was going on today. Humans are so depressing with their news though…” He stood and stretched his joints. The day was over thankfully and it was a long one too…they couldn’t even take the little ones outside. Nor could they even have a proper naptime. The air conditioning in the daycare was…not working to say the least. While it didn’t affect the animatronics much with their inner cooling systems, it was uncomfortably warm in that section of the plaza and all day the poor kids were cranky and miserable. The celestial jesters did their best but unfortunately there was only so much animatronics could do during a heatwave.  They spent most of the day braiding young girls' hair to help them stay cool, Sunny would spin his rays like a fan and let the kids feel the air blowing. Moon tried to keep them distracted with puppet shows and stories since trying naptime was a complete failure. The kids couldn’t stay asleep, being too uncomfortable with their bodies sticking to the matts.  Moon fixed his hat and straightened his bowtie as he turned his attention to his humming brother. “Done then?”  “Hmmmm….” Sun straightened out a little Freddy plush and gave a giggly hum of victory now that his OCD was satisfied. “Yup!!” “Good, let’s go see how mom’s doing. I haven’t even seen a whisker of her peeking out today..” Moon hooked his wire to his back and held an arm out to Sun. Once his counterpart was holding on tightly, they flew up into the air and to the rafters where their mother was usually hiding out. When they got there however, the sight before them worried them. Their draconic canine mother was panting heavily, ears flat out, wings lifted slightly above her as if trying to let air pass through them. Her fur was disheveled and falling off in a few places. In short…she was a mess. Sunny squeaked and rushed over to sit in front of her muzzle. “M-mom?! Mama!! Are you okay?!” Ana pulled in her black and pink spotted forked tongue, lifting her head weakly. “Oh hey boys…I’m fine it’s just…a little hot. Fur and heat don’t necessarily work well together…” Her eyes went wide for a moment and she immediately lifted a hind leg in order to try to scratch a spot behind her head. “Grr…and if that ain’t enough, I shed so much and my skin gets so dry and itchy in the summer!” She huffed, laying her head back down as the itch was relieved…for now. “It leaves yer momma a bit…well…cranky…” The boys frowned before looking at each other and nodding. Sun laid in front of her and spun his rays to blow air into her face. Moon climbed up on her back and activated his claws that normally went along with his security system. He then started to scratch around her shoulders and the back of her neck. “Look mom, I’m your biggest fan…!” Sunny tried to joke, with a weak smile. He knew his mother wasn’t really in the best of moods, but he wanted to help! It made his smile grow when Ana gave a small chuckle, her muscles relaxing underneath the scratching. “You’re much too good to me, babies.” She lifted her head to give her lil firefly a lick on the nose, getting a giggle from him in the process.  “We’re sorry it’s so hot mom…” Moon apologized despite knowing it wasn’t his or Sun’s fault. Ana shook her head. “You don’t control the weather, sugarstars. I’m used to dealing with my fur in the summer heat…I just need to find other ways to stay cool is all…” “How do you normally cool off?” Sun asked, his rays blowing back small strands of his momma’s hair and her whiskers. “I’d go for a swim…but unfortunately can’t do that much here without bringing too much attention to myself…and who knows how clean the nearest lake is if it’s so close to humanity…” The dragon shook her head. Her boys knew she wasn’t fond of humans…She had her reasons but, it wasn’t something she talked about often.  “Well…What about Monty Golf! There’s water in there!” Sun offered with a grin. Moon looked over his mothers head. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea Sunny...” His calmer half shot down gently. “Lot of people like to throw their trash in that water and then there’s the machinery that keeps things flowing in there.” “Oh…right…” “It’s alright boys…I’ll make do. Summer doesn’t last forever.” Sun sighed, dejected. Moon played with his mothers hair absentmindedly…it was so long…so was all her fur. He got an idea. “How about a haircut?” “What?” Both Ana and Sun asked, looking back at him. “I know some humans cut their hair in the summer to keep cool, we can do the same for mom!” Ana seemed a bit…uncertain at that notion. “I don’t know, Moonlight…I don’t even remember the last time I cut my hair…and I rather not end up looking like a poodle.” “Well…we could ask Regina, Chica and Roxanne? They know things about styling.” Moon offered.  “But they don’t know about mom, Moon…what if they panic? And-and she gets taken away!” Sun hugged Ana’s snout with a scared whimper, hating the mere thought of losing the only mother figure they’ve ever had. Ana licked and nuzzled her anxious pup to calm him down again. “I don’t think any of them would do that Sunny.” Moon assured, though deep down he was worried about their mother being taken away…humans didn’t react well to things like dragons, especially not a dragon dog. Ana sighed a bit. “Well…maybe introduce them slowly and gently. Get them prepared for what’s coming. I won’t lie, as fishy as I am about this I wouldn’t mind feeling a bit cooler this summer.” Moon gave a nod. “Sun, why don’t you go get the girls? Tell them to meet us in the employee showers.” He slid down off of his mothers back and looked up at her. “Are you able to transform mom?” Ana shook her head. Usually with her magic she was able to turn into a cat or a ferret to appear a little more inconspicuous around the Pizzaplex. Always being claimed as Sun and Moon’s emotional support animal. But magic took energy. “No…sorry honey. The heat has drained me.” Moon gave a sigh. “It’s okay…That’ll make it harder but…I know the security cameras’ blind spots. Just stay close and we’ll move as quickly and quietly as possible.” Their plan was set into action. Moon led Ana through backways to avoid cameras to the employee showers, where some of the human staff would freshen up should they so need to. With the plaza being closed, it was free and empty. Ana lowered her head walk through the just barely tall enough twisting hall into the showers and waited. Moon stood outside it, waiting for Sun to come back with the girls. He was nervous of course…His arms held to his body as he walked instead of his usual skipping. There was no telling how they would react… Regina Lioness smiled at the brothers, Roxanne Wolf had a hand on her hip, squinting at the boys. Chica however just seemed to sway to the music playing through the plex. “Hello Moon, sweetie.” Regina greeted. “Sun said you boys needed our help with something?” “Y-yes we just…need you three to keep an open mind?” Roxy raised a brow at her little brothers. “About?” “Yea what’s got you so scared?” Chica asked with slight worry to her tone. The boys looked at each other and nodded. “We uh…been keeping something from everyone but…she needs help now…” Sun gulped, tapping his two index fingers together. “...She?” The trio questioned. “Our mother…” Moon answered as he gestured to the bathroom. “Our…dragon mother…” ……..Roxy and Chica laughed, though Regina stayed quiet. “Pfft! C-cmahan you two, quit playing around! We’re not your daycare kids.” “Heehee! But if you really wanted to play pretend, all you had to do was ask!” “Ladies.” Regina stated firmly, showing all the command of a queen. She gave the boys a soft look. “This isn’t pretend clearly…Sun and Moon wouldn’t be so distraught if this was just a game.” “Come on, Regi! A dragon? There’s no such thing!” Roxanne huffed. She loved Sun and Moon, they were her little brothers after all. But she stayed out of their pretend games. “There’s more to the world than what you see at the end of your nose, dear.” The lioness stated. She looked toward the brothers and smiled before she made her way into the showers. Seeing Ana in there still caused Regina to stop and stare. Ana stared back. Sea Green eyes staring back at violet eyes. Ana shifted her eyes, the situation only got more awkward when Roxy and Chica entered. Ana pinned her ears as Chica let out a squawk. “BAKAWK!” “Holy shi-” “Language!” Sun reprimanded. “Uh..ladies…this is our mother. Ana.” Moon introduced awkwardly. More silence. Even Ana didn’t seem too sure what to say. “My…” Regina spoke finally. Her voice was laced with awe. “I’ve never in my days thought I’d see a dragon up close…or even outside a story book! You are quite beautiful, sweetie.” Ana blushed at that. She was never good at accepting compliments or praise. “Uhm…thank you…” “Your boys mentioned you needing help? It must be serious if they were so worried about showing you to us.” Ana looked at her pups and let out a sigh. “It’s not…that serious. I’ve just been too hot and my fur doesn’t help.” The lioness nodded, scanning the dragon's pelt. She noticed some fur just resting in clumps. Regina hummed. “Well it seems quite serious to me dear! After all, you could get a bad case of heat stroke or dehydration! And then no one but a vet would be able to help you. I highly doubt the three of you would want that.” Ana blinked, even Sun and Moon looked a bit surprised, clearly none of them thought of that… Regina turned around suddenly. “Girls, I need two pairs of scissors, one smaller than the other, a comb, a brush, and an electric razor!” “For what?” Roxy asked, squinting at the African lioness. “This dragon is in desperate need of a haircut. Come on, it wouldn’t be wise to waste time.” Sun and Moon breathed a sigh of relief, glad Regina was so willing to help and ready to take charge. They watched Regina shoo the two out of the room. She then took off a shower head and brought it as far as it could go. “Now dear, let’s dampen up this beautiful fur of yours.” She lowered her voice with a smirk. “I promise I won’t cut it too short…” Ana stared at her…and smiled. Something that shocked her boys, Ana never trusted easily. So to see her so much as smile at someone new was a good thing, if not a great thing! “Thank you.” Regina went to work. She sprayed Ana down with the hose, being as respectful of the dragon's boundaries as possible. She was a heavy mass by the time she was fully drenched. And the surprises kept coming, Ana let Regina scrub her fur and mane, which took care of the itching. Though Ana didn’t allow the lion to go near her belly…the boys knew their mother was ticklish and never let anyone she didn’t fully trust near her stomach. The fact Regina could touch her at all was enough. Ana was rinsed again. Roxy had brought a hair dryer and did what she could with it. Then the cutting began. First Regina began shaving fur along Ana’s body, shortening it up. Reluctantly, Ana let her shave around her stomach and did her best to stay still, focusing her energy into her breathing and flicking her ears around to avoid twitching. Her tail tip was shortened and her mane was trimmed up and cut to be much shorter, Chica even tied it up in a bun with a pretty little ribbon.  And by the time it was all said and done, Ana was a clean new dragon. The most fur she had was on her chest, a bit of poof for her boys to still cuddle up to. “How do you feel dear?” Ana looked over herself, doing a little spin and looking at her hair in the mirror. She hummed. “Lighter. Definitely cooler…I think I like this.” Sun bounced on his toes and clapped his hands, running up and hugging his momma. “You look so pretty!!” “Is it better?” Moon asked with a smile. Ana chuckled, hugging her Sunbun and leaning down to lick her Moonpie. “Much better…Thank you boys. And you girls too.” “Don’t mention it.” Roxy dismissed, carrying the supplies off. “Happy to help miss dragon~! Hope your summer is much cooler!” Regina gave a bow. “You three don’t be afraid to come to us now. I will certainly be more than glad to lend a paw.” Ana gave a nod and a smile. “Uh..about the amount of fur?” “The staff bots will clean it. They don’t question anything.” That relaxed the misfit family. Good. “You…won’t tell anyone?” Moon swallowed nervously. Regina smiled, drawing her fingers over her lips. “Your secret is safe with us dears. Have a good rest of your night.” Regina left then. Sun and Moon sighed, all the anxieties melting away. Ana licked both her boys. “Well…I’m not sure about you two, but I could use some sleep.” Sun squished his mom’s face with a bunny kiss while Moon hugged around her neck. They headed back to the daycare back the way they came to avoid cameras and to get some rest after the long hot day. Hopefully now the summer won't be as bad.

#fic #sun and moon fic #Ana the dragon #roxanne wolf #Chica chicken #fnaf #Regina the lioness #sun and moon are brothers #Ana adopted them #she is proud momma #fnaf fic #summer fic #heatwave #LFwrites

[takizuzufu]

Holidays with my family stress me out

TL;DR: I feel the need to complain about family. Holidays stress me out partially due to a sibling who is bipolar. On my phone and not a usual reddit poster so formatting is probably terrible. If anybody manages to read the whole thing, thank you

I just want to start out this complaint by saying that it's has officially been a year since my first everything bf of 10 years broke up with me. I am doing much better and actually for the most part I don't miss him anymore, except for moments like now. I would complain to him about my family. I am super introverted and shy and he was also my best friend so its hard to replace him when it comes to someone I trust enough to complain to but I just really feel the need to complain to somebody.

Anyways, I will stick to complaining about one subject even though i have so much I want to say. My immediate family is a huge source of stress for me. I love them, I really do but I also can't stand being around them. My older sister is bipolar, my fraternal twin and I both are anxious and depressed and on meds for them. I think my dad is on depression meds too. My family is not the worst around but that doesn't change that fact that my childhood was pretty crappy. Like my dad was apparently abusive (not like super abusive. I really can't say much since he wasn't as bad to my twin and I) to my older sister who then turned around and was abusive to me. Once we all got older (whatever 3rd grade age, my older sister is 2 years older ), depression and anxiety def became issues) and since then every holiday someone ends up having an emotional breakdown (usually my older sister or me) Finally got diagnosed and put on meds for depression and anxiety the summer before college and things got better for me. My older sister and I still clash but most of the time I feel pretty ok. I went to college in a different state. Made a friend, got a bf. Had some ups and downs emotional but the first 3 and 1/2 years were ok. I ended up taking 9 years before getting a degree and had one serious suicide attempt (as in I was in a mental health ward for a week). About year 4 I started taking summer classes so I was only home for winter break and spring break. My friend left the college after 3 years so I leaned heavily on my bf emotionally, my grades tanked, my mood tanked, etc. Being home even for like a week would be super stressful.

Sorry, more background than I planned so this post is getting long. I will move on to what my original complaint was going to be. So back to my older sister being bipolar. She gets upset so easily. Every holiday celebration is awkward because she usually ends up threatening to kill herself over something pretty insignificant. After years of this, I am seriously over her behavior. I have talked to my parents about how they need to start doing more to show her that her terrible behaviors is not ok and I'm just told that I'm not the parent so it's not my problem. What spurned this complaining session is tonight my family is doing a winter solstice celebration (no specific reason) at my older sisters apartment (my twin and I still live at home). I woke up from a nap to a message that the celebration was cancelled. I was a bit happy. Then I am told we are going. It's a short drive but it's snowy and icy. Then we get there and my older sister is all angry and tells us to leave but then not because she wasn't sure what she wanted, so we stayed awkwardly and I started this thread. She is doing better and things are less tense for the rest of the family but not me. I am still on edge because I am just waiting for something to upset my older sister and things go to shit again. And that's my state around my family. I am just waiting for things to go wrong and 95% of the time things do go wrong and 80% she ends up saying she hates and she has gotten better but still sometimes threatens to kill herself. I mentioned it has been a year since my bf broke up with me and it was really hard. I am doing much better, but still hurting.I feel lonely and my family stresses me out but I can't get a job (that's a whole other complaint you don't want me to get started on) and live on my own or run away when my family upsets me and I have no friends to turn to or anything. I do go to therapy but you know thats not always helpful because I can't really turn to my therapist to complain every time I get upset or stressed, hence me posting this.

I think I will end things here. I know my thoughts are probably a mess and thoughts may be unfinished but I think I have already gone on longer than I should. If anybody does take time to read this, I thank you. I just needed to complain to somebody since I no longer have my bf to complain to when I get stressed. And I am not worried about my family finding this post because no one else uses reddit.

[dragondemoness]

Alright

Ultimate Refrigerator Reader who they all just pile on during the summer and ask to hold their food to keep it fresh (Characters of your choosing)

Alright

Here you go ^^

Danganronpa x Ultimate Refrigerator Reader Part Two (Hiro, Sakura, Akane, Nagito, Kokichi, Maki)

Yasuhiro Hagakure 

He doesn't mind too much honestly

He's convinced that aliens stealing his hamburgers is a bigger issue than heat

But there is a limit

When it's over 95 degrees, he's gonna need to cool off

And that's where you come in

He doesn't have a problem with asking you for help when he needs it

He'll just sit beside you and wrap his arm around your shoulder, without even blinking

You take the hint and let him absorb your coolness

Sometimes he'll look at his crystal ball for the weather, and use it as a segway into asking you to cuddle

He's actually looking at his phone-

"Oh boy... My predictions were true... Looks like we'll have to exchange temperatures!"

In a wholesome way, of course

And he enjoys cuddling you anyway, so it's even better!

When he needs to cool off, he either spoons you, or has you spoon him

Either way, it's perfectly comfortable

And he asks you to cool his hamburgers for him

Sakura Ogami 

She trains a lot, y'know 

She gets hot all the time, even outside of summer

But in the summer, she gets hot quicker, and a LOT more so

But she doesn't ask you for help right away

She doesn't want to bother you, or make you feel like she was using you for your body temperature

So she kind of sucks it up and deals with it, until you take notice and offer to help

Finally gives in and cuddles you

You're smaller than her, so she likes to lay down and lay you on her chest

Not only is it comfortable for both of you, but it's the best way to transfer your coldness to her body

Or sometimes, right after a workout, she'll pick you up and hold you to her chest

You're her personal cooling pad

And you cool her protein shakes for when she's done with a workout

You're very helpful for her

Nagito Komaeda 

Also feels hesitant about asking you for help

After all, what right does trash like him have to use your talent for his own comfort?

Poor Nagito

As hot and uncomfortable as he is, he tries to suck it up and deal with it

Of course, he's not the best at hiding it

You take notice and confront him

He tries to change the subject, or force a sweaty smile and insist that he's fine

You're not buying that shit

So you drag him back to your cottage and cuddle him

Absolute paradise

He can't help but let out a sigh of relief as he lays his head onto your cold chest

Doesn't know why he fought it to begin with

Goes into a small rant about how hopeful your talent is

Akane Owari 

This girl will not hesitate 

The second she feels a small drop of sweat, she's going straight to you

If you're laying down, she will literally flop down onto you

If you're not, she'll drag you to your bed or a couch and lay on you

She's very athletic, so like Sakura, she gets hot all the time, regardless of the weather

Makes very good use of your talent

Unlike Sakura, she doesn't mind using your talent to her advantage when she needs to

You know the routine at this point, and you know when she needs to cool off

So you're prepared when she flops onto you, and you always have a glass of cold water ready for her

She's very grateful for you

Kokichi Oma 

Another one who doesn't hesitate

The second he starts feeling uncomfortable, he's heading straight to you

If you're busy, he'll be all whiny and ask you to cuddle him

He's like a little koala clinging onto a tree

Sometimes, he'll just sit in your lap and lean against you

He is shameless

Doesn't matter if you're busy, he is getting his cuddles

And he won't stop bothering you until he gets them

And once he's cooled off, he's getting up and getting a pillow

He'll put the pillow on your chest and lay back down

He's not very heavy, so you can easily remove him

But you don't, cuz you love him

Maki Harukawa 

Very stubborn about it

You can clearly tell that she's uncomfortable, but she snaps at you and tells you she's fine

Kind of a bitch about it honestly

It's not until she damn near passes out from heat exhaustion that she finally gives in and cuddles you

She actually really enjoys it

Your cold temperature is heaven to her

But she won't say it out loud

If you say anything about her being stubborn, she'll mutter "shut up", not having the energy to fight anymore

You guys sit in silence for a while, until you hear her mumble "thank you" into your chest

You can't help but smile

You understand how she can be, so you don't give her too much crap about it

You just chill there comfortably, with Maki snuggled into your chest

She promises to come to you next time

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa killing harmony #yasuhiro hagakure x reader #sakura ogami x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #akane owari x reader #kokichi oma x reader #maki harukawa x reader #ultimate refrigerator reader

[jerzwriter]

Day Seven - I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream

Book: Open Heart (After Series)

Series: Their First Two Months

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Summary: Ethan treats Casey to ice-cream on a sweltering hot summer day, and he proves he knows her better than she thinks.

Category: FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFF

Warnings: None – unless you don’t like ice cream

Words: 979

A/N: Part of a series outlining the first two months after Ethan and Casey finally make it official. These can be read as part of the series or as stand alones.

A/N1: This series is meant to highlight the two-month period covered in the alternate OH ending found here.

A/N2: I am participating in CFWC’s Vacation Prompts Week using the prompt “Make it Cool”.

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

(Radio): It’s going to be another sweltering day in Boston folks! We are going up to 95 degrees with a real feel of 101! Make sure you stay hydrated out there.

“That’s it, I’m never leaving this building. Sorry, Ethan, I’m not sleeping over tonight. I’ll be in the on-call room until the fall.”

“Are you saying the 4-minute walk to the car is too much to bear? In case you have forgotten, I do have air conditioning.”

“At 101 real feel? Yeah, that 4-minute walk may just be too much.”

“What about if I sweeten the deal and buy you ice cream on the way home?”

Casey’s ears perked up, “Did you say ice cream?”

“Yes, ice cream.”

“Oooh, can I get in on this too?” Tobias asked as he walked into the office.

“Tobias, I’m taking Casey on an ice cream date, I think three would be a crowd.”

“Well, I didn’t want to go anyway,” he laughed, “You guys should check out that new place on over on Legends Way.”

“Oh, I’ve heard about that! It’s apparently the place to be,” Casey said.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool, I got one of those huge ice cream cones with everything but the kitchen sink thrown on it.”

“On it?” Ethan asked.

“Yeah, it’s like rolled in fruit loops, dipped in chocolate and then some gummy bears on top,” Tobias explained.

“That sounds like an atrocity.”

“Aw, Ethan, come on don’t you want to be one of the cool kids?” Casey asked.

“No.”

“Ramsey, Casey & I are getting tired of holding up the team’s reputation here, you might want to step up.”

“I mean if it is a date, don’t you want to make me happy?” she said batting her eyelashes.

“Oh for heaven's sake, fine. I'll take you there.”

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Casey & Ethan make their way over to the new trendy ice cream shop after work. The two-block trek from their parking spot nearly does Casey in.

“Clearly, I did not calculate the walk in this heat when I said yes to this little date. If I had, you would have been running into Seven-Eleven to get me a pint of Cherry Garcia and we would have been on your couch by now.”

“Dear God, I didn’t know I was signing on for a relationship with such a complainer.”

“Bite it, Ramsey.”

Ethan laughed, “And look,” he said as they reached the storefront, “it is take out only, so we will have to eat outside.”

“Joy.”

“Look at these abominations… those cones enormous! And how much crap is hanging off of them, how are we even supposed to eat them?”

“Come on old man, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Ethan steps up to order, “I’ll just have a vanilla cone with sprinkles.”

“Oh, no! You most certainly will NOT! Sorry, Hun, we’re in the it spot of Boston now! You go big or go home! I’m not darkening my Pictogram page with that pathetic excuse of a cone!”

“Well, what do you want me to get?”

“I’ll order for you. I will have a waffle cone with three scoops, one scoop of cake batter, one scoop of s’mores, and one scoop of mango. For toppings, I want Fruit Loops, chocolate chips, pretzels, and whipped cream.”

“Have you neglected to tell me you’re pregnant, or something?”

“Hush! And he will have a sugar cone with one scoop of banana, one scoop of sea salt caramel, and one scoop of chocolate fudge. For toppings give him crushed Oreos, malt balls, and gummy worms, but skip the whipped cream, because he is boring.”

“Oh, yeah, because that monstrosity you just ordered, screams boring.”

The cashier handed them their enormous, eclectic cones and they headed outside to sit on a bench. Ethan plucked off the gummy worms and threw them into a nearby trash bin.

“I have my limits, Rookie.”

“You haven’t called me Rookie in a while!”

“Well, since you’re acting like an adolescent right now, it seemed appropriate.”

“Oh, shut up!” she said as she bit into her cone. A look of pure disgust came over her face, but she tried to hide it.

Ethan started laughing, “That good, huh?”

“It’s delicious!” She feigned as she took another bite and gagged.

Ethan was now roaring. “This is amazing. Can I please have your phone, because I think you need a picture of your face, right now, for Pictogram.”

“OK, I surrender, this is awful.”

“Give me your cone,” he said as he proceeded to throw both of them in the trash.

“I hate wasting food, Rookie, so this will never happen again. Now, would you like to go and get ice cream? But I pick this time.”

“I guess.”

They returned to the car and took a brief ride to Cabot’s , an old-fashioned ice cream parlor that Ethan simply loved.

“Oh, look, Honey, we can sit inside in air-conditioning, what a novel concept.”

“Yes, dear, I see that.”

They sat across from each other in a big red booth, holding hands over the table when the waitress arrived to take their order.

“I will do the ordering this time! We will have a large sundae, vanilla ice cream, hot fudge topping, whipped cream, and a cherry on top. Two spoons please.”

“Could you be more traditional?”

“You’re in no position to speak right now.”

When the ice cream arrived they devoured it, not a drop was left behind.

“OK, that was delicious! I have to give you the win.”

“Casey, I think it’s cute when you pretend to be Ms. Trendy, but why don’t you admit it… deep down you’re just an old soul, just like me.”

She smirked, “Well, not just like you, I’m not that bad, but… you know me too damn well.”

Ethan leaned over the table to kiss her cheek, "Well, there is nothing wrong with that."

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[neighborhood-nori]

To 21 - A LeviHan Basketball AU

This fic is a gift for the amazing @les4levihan AKA Makiscurse on discord, for the Xmas in July event in the Levihan University discord server. I hope you enjoy the gift friend! I saw you like the rivals to lovers trope, and summer sports, so I put together a little LeviHan high school basketball AU! Hope this is to your taste! Merry Xmas in Julyyyy 

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“Travel!” Levi called as Hanji dashed past him dribbling the basketball.

“How was that a travel?” Hanji kept bouncing the ball from hand to hand.

“That was three steps, easy.”

“No way, Ackerman.”

“Yes-way, Zoe.”

“You’re just heated because you're down by two points.” She stopped dribbling and held the ball under her arm, resting it on her hip. 

“I’m heated because it’s 95 degrees out here.” Levi swiped his forehead of sweat with the back of his hand. “And because you traveled.” 

“I didn’t travel.” Hanji narrowed her eyes at him. “I never travel.”

“Tell that to every referee who has ever called you on it.”

“I think you must be mistaking me for you.” Hanji huffed. “But, fine. If you’re going to get pissy about it.” She tossed the ball directly at Levi’s head, but he deftly caught it in one hand. She rolled her eyes at the smug look he shot her afterward. “Your ball.”

Levi dribbled to half-court, turning so he could check the ball to Hanji. Before she tossed it back, she said indignantly, “I play by the rules.”

“Oh yeah?” Levi challenged. “Like in that game last season when you pushed that girl from Sina High out of bounds?”

“Okay, she was being obnoxious. She kept putting pressure on me starting from the first time I brought the ball down the court.”

“Yeah well, get used to it. When you’re good, people make you a target.”

“Oh, so I’m good now? See, just the other day you said my free throws are trash.” 

“Your free throws are trash. You have a 60 percent success rate.” Levi nodded and received another ball to the face. This time, he barely swiped it away in time. “Watch it!”

Hanji stuck out her tongue, raising her hands up, ready to defend. “Bring it, Ackerman.”

Levi narrowed his eyes before focusing on the game at hand again. He was down by two points, and Hanji was only one point away from reaching 21. He had to catch up. 

He threw the ball down, starting to dribble, watching as Hanji locked her eyes onto his hips. She always swore she could tell which direction a player would go just by watching their hips. He had to admit it was always extremely difficult getting past her, and a bit distracting as he watched her watch him. 

Both he and Hanji were their high school basketball team’s respective point guards, Hanji for the women’s team and he for the men’s. 

Levi remembers freshman year tryouts, when the girls had half the gym and the boys the other, his attention was constantly being caught by this tall, gangly brunette who kept getting in layup after layup, even against senior defenders. She was ambidextrous, easily switching from left to right-handed shots, and she was agile, her skills handling the ball were college level at least. She was a shoo-in for the women’s team, and over the years she had only improved. Senior year, it was an easy decision for Coach Erwin to make her team captain.

Meanwhile, Levi more than held his own on the men’s team. He was one of the best all-around shooters and defenders. He had the best free throw success rate, and the highest stats for three-pointers and assists. He could always execute a play to perfection and he was a rock for all his teammates. 

Two incredible players, not in direct opposition. One would think that they would get along great. However, Levi and Hanji most certainly butted heads over the years. They were in fact, infamous for their squabbles on both their teams, especially after they both were named captains of their respective teams senior year.

Oftentimes, they fought over court space, who got the better time slots in the gym. The morning slots on the weekends were the most coveted, as each team wanted to get their practice out of the way early so as to have the rest of the day free. Unfortunately, Paradis Academy was a small school, with only one gym, with one basketball court.

Hanji had once proposed that both teams just practice together at the same time. That had been an absolute disaster that ended in a near-death match between her and Levi, wrestling each other to the ground, with their teammates cheering them on until the coaches had to get involved and pull them apart. Levi still had the bite mark on his calf from where Hanji had decided to fight dirty. 

Now, the issue was solved by a simple one-on-one match between Hanji and Levi every Friday afternoon. The first person to score 21 points against the other won the morning time slots for the weekend. 

They had played these one-on-one games ten times now and were evenly matched, Hanji winning five and Levi winning five. Hanji was ahead currently, but Levi was determined to beat her. The other guys on the team would ream him if he lost for a second week in a row.

He dribbled the ball a few more times, before faking right quickly and then actually going left. Hanji predicted his movements perfectly, however, and she was on him in a second, putting pressure on him as she used her height and long arms to prevent him from moving forward. Levi turned his back to her, dribbling the ball slightly away so she couldn’t smack it out of his hands. He pressed his hips back into her, trying to box her out.

“You’re not getting past me, Ackerman.” Hanji leered.

“Yeah?” Levi stepped directly between her legs, then twisted his body around so his other foot could step on the outside of one of hers, he pressed his hips back into her and threw her off balance just enough to get her arms down so he could turn and get in a clean jump shot. 

“19-20 four eyes.” Levi recited the new score.

Hanji shot him with a death glare before she went to retrieve the ball. 

“So we’re playing dirty now?” Hanji walked to half court and checked the ball into Levi. 

Levi checked it back, shooting her a rare grin. “That wasn’t dirty. That was just a good play.”

Hanji narrowed her eyes as she began dribbling the ball. Levi learned after watching her and playing against her over the years that Hanji tended to strategize a lot before making any moves. Even if she made a play quickly, there was a lot of thought that went into each and every one of her movements. Unfortunately, she was still rather unpredictable. Hanji was incredibly smart, both on and off the court, and could come up with a new strategy on the spot, much faster than the average player. 

Levi watched her in anticipation, keeping himself on his toes, ready to defend any possible offense Hanji might throw at him.

He never could have predicted what Hanji did next.

She dribbled directly up to him, so they were almost toe-to-toe. She stopped and caught the ball in her hands, holding it to her side as with the other hand she grabbed Levi’s collar and pulled him closer to her. 

The next thing Levi knew, her lips were against his, warm and soft, tasting of the slightest hint of mango mixed with salt from the sweat on her skin. His eyes closed automatically, like a reflex, as he leaned closer towards her.

But just as quickly, Hanji pulled away from him, leaving his lips feeling suddenly cold.

He didn’t even notice as Hanji positioned the ball in her right hand, balancing it with the left, and took a shot. The tell-tale swooshing sound of the net behind him alerting him that she had scored.

“And that’s 21, shortie.” Hanji grinned.

Levi's mouth hung open as Hanji started to do her trademark victory dance, where she threw her hands up in the air and did an awkward-looking hip wiggle.

"There's no way that counts." Levi started to argue.

"How so?" Hanji countered. "I didn't break any rules." 

"There's-" Levi sputtered out. "That has to be illegal."

"Kissing your opponent isn't explicitly stated as illegal in any basketball rulebook I know of."

"I'm reporting this to Coach Zackly." Levi huffed and stormed over to where his bag sat on the side of the court. 

"Okay, but when you tell him, tell him you kissed me back!" Hanji retorted.

"I didn't-" Levi blushed bright red. "You kissed me!"

"And you liked it."

"I-" Levi pressed his lips together tightly, which was a mistake as he caught another taste of Hanji's lips on his own, making him blush an even deeper shade of red. 

Unfortunately, and very confusingly, for Levi, he did like it.

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[saebyeog-i]

soft | njm (m)

genre | office romance au / slight humor, smut lol

rating/warnings | stream of consciousness bs / alcohol consumption / semi public sex {oral, m receiving; mentions of breathplay} / slightly unedited whoops

word count | drabble! 2.1k because I don’t know how to shut up

pairing | IT Worker!Jaemin x reader

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When you start your new job, you realize pretty quickly that Jaemin from IT wears sweaters all the time in the office. Even in the summer. Even when it’s 95 degrees outside, because he gets cold easily and they always blast the AC too much indoors.

He’s a very soft and unassuming character, and he’s the youngest person on his team by at least ten years, and during your first meeting when he’s getting your work station set up in your office he tells you he just likes that he gets paid to play around with computers all day and that’s why he keeps the job.

“Couldn’t you be a software engineer or something? Make far more money and not have to answer dumb computer questions all the time?” You ask offhandedly, and then realize you’ve insinuated that he’s paid poorly. You attempt to back pedal your statement, but he’s not the least bit offended.

He chuckles, eyes crinkling and he shakes his head. “I get paid plenty well for this job, and besides, I never have any tight deadlines or work overtime. I don’t exactly dream of extra and strenuous labor.”

He wears sweaters that are two sizes too big for him, made up of bright obnoxious colors and gaudy patterns that would usually make you fake vomit at seeing them on a real life human. But he makes them look charming, somehow. Grandpa sweaters, you call them, even to his face, with patterns that just make you gag. Never a sweater vest, mind you, only ever a full pull over knit sweater, with the occasional cardigan over a long sleeve turtleneck. Over time, you see a variety of patterns and colors, and you think he must have an endless supply of them.

You’re not bad with computers by any means, but you do like to bat your eyelashes and have other people do things for you when you can. You’re admittedly a little bit lazy, not stupid, and besides, he’s much faster at fixing any issues than you are, why waste time trying to figure it out yourself?

You think it’s cute, the way he smiles with his eyes and chuckles quietly whenever he comes to your office to fulfill a help desk ticket. You like the way he smiles at you and the way he’ll compliment your outfits, how soft and unassuming his words always are, and never cringe worthy like that older man in marketing who thinks he’s being nice but is in fact just being slightly creepy. When you tell your roommate about Jaemin from IT complimenting your new dress in the kitchen as you made your morning coffee, she asks if you have a thing for him because of how often you bring him up in your stories from work.

“Oh, no, definitely not— he’s soft, but a little too soft, you know? Need me a bit of a freak, someone who wouldn’t be opposed to like, I dunno, choking me if I said I was into that,” you sigh, trying to imagine the soft and pixie-like Jaemin from IT with his hands around your neck. It doesn’t compute. “Besides, I think he puts like, eight shots of espresso in his coffee, his cum probably tastes like battery acid,” you sigh into your yogurt as your roommate crinkles her nose one morning before you both depart for work. You move on from the brief idea, and think you’ll stick to just enjoying sweet and innocent Jaemin that wears oversizes sweaters from afar instead.

On anyone else, the fashion sense would be annoying.

But not on Jaemin.

He’s soft and squishy and kind of adorable with the way he scrunches up his nose when he laughs, and the endearing way he explains to the older company employees how to run the Microsoft Office automatic software updates to get the latest version of Excel and PowerPoint. He does his best to teach them how to do it on their own to give them a sense of accomplishment and understanding of the technology they rely on but seem to have no hope at operating beyond the basic level needed for their jobs (but still doing it for them anyways, with patience and a smile and never a complaint).

It’s an attractive quality, you have to admit, and if he wasn’t the walking embodiment of marshmallow fluff you’d think more about him. But he is, so you don’t, and instead sigh out loud as you watch him huff and blow the fluffy bangs out of his eyes as he’s crouched under your desk, re-running the wires for your office phone.

You’ve always had a bad habit of mumbling your thoughts out loud when you’re distracted, and sometimes he’ll catch you cursing out the equipment or your supervisors for not knowing the difference between something you’d deem as basic for your department or field. He finds it charming, thinks it makes you more candid and honest and it’s a different side of you than the one who bats her eyelashes and files help desk tickets when she could easily do something herself. You’re taken aback by this comment, because you didn’t count him for someone that would keep track of something like that, which you admit to him in slight disbelief.

“Oh believe me, I’m more observant than you think I am,” he chimes mysteriously as his fingers glide across your keyboard, entering his admin password to run another round of program installations and software upgrades.

You don’t think much of it when he’s the only person who fulfills your tickets for six months straight.

Not until the holiday party, anyways.

At the holiday party, it’s an open bar and everyone is dressed UP up. You expect to see Jaemin in another grandpa print sweater two sizes too big for him— that is, if the soft boy shows at all. Company holiday parties like this don’t scream ‘Jaemin from IT’ at you, given that from what your more seasoned coworkers have told you about years past, after tonight you can expect at least one person to end up suspended or fired for behavior; that and the Company President gives everyone an Uber code for a free ride home since they already know how absolutely wasted everyone plans on getting.

To your surprise, Jaemin from IT does in fact show up at the holiday party. You spot him as soon as he enters, about an hour into the party itself, and he slips into the crowd and makes his way to the bar. You were expecting a tacky Christmas sweater on him, but instead, he’s dressed in the exact opposite.

Instead, he’s got his hair styled up (a first, and you never realized how badly you wanted to see his forehead before) and instead of a gaudy array of colors and patterns, he’s wearing a nicely tailored suit in a rich wine color with a black button down underneath.

When he waves from across the room and approaches you just to be friendly and say hi, you’re definitely caught off guard enough that you don’t realize you’ve mumbled out “How is that fair? How can he look like THAT outside of a sweater and then not let me just suck his dick right here?”

Jaemin blinks for a moment, taken by surprise, when he realizes it’s that same candid habit of yours and you haven’t realized you’ve said it out loud. His mouth curls into a smile and he presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek and gets nice and close, close enough to flirtatiously whisper “Well if you insist, though I’m sure we could find somewhere a bit more... private.”

And then you’re so caught off guard by confident sexy suit wearing Jaemin you think he’s read your mind for until you realize what you said out loud. But he’s into the idea given the fact that he doesn’t run in fear from your words and fuck it, so are you, and he’s not just cute and squishy anymore he’s fucking hot in that suit and with his dark hair styled just so, so you feel flirty and courageous when you say “You know I think I like the suit over the grandpa sweaters, but I think I’d like the suit even better on the floor.”

After the way his mouth ticks upward in a smile, the movements are all a blur that you can’t quite separate out into discrete events: downing you drink, linking hands with him, scurrying off towards the single occupancy restroom furthest from the dance floor and bolting the lock so you can be sure as shit that when your lips crash against his and then your knees hit the floor there will be no interruptions.

“Funny,” you say, trailing kisses down his throat after a moment, “Never thought I’d see you as anything but soft.” The admittance and double entendre are entirely intentional and you know that he knows.

“Seems like now’s a good as time as any to pay back all those superfluous ticket requests,” he breaths out, and your lips curl into a grin as your fingers find their way to his belt and tug his dress pants down.

“If you insist,” you tease back his words from earlier, sinking to your knees all too happily.

You take him into your mouth easily, relishing in the groans and shaky exhales that comes from his perfect lips as his fingers thread through your hair and his grip tightens. A fire deep in your belly ignites at the noises, enjoying how easily you can make the man you thought so soft and unassuming fall apart at just a run of your tongue and a hollowing of your cheeks.

“Fucking shit don’t do that unless—”

He’s cut off by his own groan as you run your tongue along his slit once before taking him as afar back in your throat as you can manage, then he’s cumming in your mouth with a high pitched shaky whine.

When he’s finished, you make an obscene show of his cum in your mouth for him and curl your tongue back as you swallow, wiping away the excess saliva with the heel of your palm. “Pay back enough?” You ask surreptitiously as you rise back to your feet, dusting off the skirt of your cocktail dress.

Jaemin from IT digs his fingers into your hips and pulls you close to him, a growl deep in the back of his throat before his lips clash against yours, “All that and then some.”

His fingers link with yours after as he hurriedly drags you from the bathroom to the exit of the venue, waving haphazardly at his team members before launching the ride share app and tapping in the provided code for that free ride. “I meant it when I said your wardrobe is both flattering and professional,” he hums, “But out of respect for your sense of style, I’ll refrain from tearing any garment off of you and provide a hangar for it instead. Deal?”

The words are so forward and presumptuous. You can’t help but feel a little turned on by the action, however, and find yourself scoffing as you smile and stick a hand out for him to shake, “Deal.”

So even though you’d maybe been hoping to get a bit more free alcohol out of the company holiday party, you’re celebrating some much better company some thirty, forty minutes later, once you’re out of the car and your bare back is pressed against the locked front door of his apartment as Jaemin from IT fucks into you in a way that is the absolute opposite from soft, just as he’d promised. And when you’d moaned it out and asked, he happily agreed to (delicately, tenderly) lay his hand on your throat and apply pressure.

Your expensive cocktail dress rests on a hanger on the coat rack in his living room, just like he’d promised. You don’t put it back on until the following afternoon. And then again a year later, when you enter the company holiday party arm in arm with Jaemin from IT— Na Jaemin, you’d finally learned and committed to memory his last name after that first night, who was now your boyfriend.

“You know I didn’t take you for an outfit repeater,” he teases, this year arriving on time (at your behest) and wearing an all black suit save for the glittering of the jeweled pinstripes on his jacket.

You roll your eyes and tug him towards you by his neck tie. “Who’s fault is it that not enough people got to appreciate this dress last year, hm?”

He looks up in thought playfully for a moment before answering, “The sweaters?”

You press another kiss to his lips, this one a little less aggressively and a little bit softer (like you liked him, you’d come to find out) and reply, “Yeah, definitely the sweaters.”

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author’s note | I originally wrote this in my dm’s to Clover half asleep at 6:30 in the morning on a Saturday and she told me she’d sue if I didn’t post it, so, here, lol have the expanded version that I wrote after chugging a glass of Reisling and a shot of Jameson at 10pm last night.

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[ineffablefool]

Hi!

Love your work and your page and just you on general.

I'm having some inner turmoily feelings lately.

I am fat, I know this isnt a bad thing and that I'm not a bad person for this.

I also know it Is not unattractive nor am i unattractive for it.

I argue with fatphobes, educate on fatphobia, spread body positivity as much as possible.

I need to lose *some* weight. I am starting to have pain in my feet, knees, I have trouble bending and kneeling for my job. I get extremely hot and humid in the summer heats and it gets miserable.

I want to/need to lose *some* weight.

But it makes me feel like by doing so I'll be eating any of the good words/things I've spread about body positivity and weight.

My spouse is wanting us to do a weight loss shake/regime again that we did it previously (and it worked until we stopped using it).

It would work great but it feeds into the diet industry stuff I hate.

I just feel so mixed up about all of it and I know you're safe.

Hope you're doing well darling.

First of all, here are some hearts. 💜💜💜💜

Second of all... thank you for trusting me to be safe. It makes sense to me that you feel mixed up about this, because you have competing messages/priorities coming from different sides. There isn't any perfect answer, I don't think, because this universe has a number of design flaws. But I can throw another perspective in and see whether that can provide a little clarity.  (While doing my best to keep being safe, because that’s more of a constant action than an achieved quality.)

I honestly take a lot of the fat-positive stuff I say on here from Ragen Chastain's blog -- I don't read it regularly anymore because at some point I stopped almost all my regular readings at once, but I checked just now and she's still blogging. It can be a hard read sometimes, because it'll tell you about instances of public fatphobia that you had previously been blissfully unaware of, but it's also crammed full o'resources. And there are topics which she comes back to repeatedly, because it's become relevant again or there's new information or just because it's been a while and there will be new people who haven't seen it yet; and one of those repeats is the question of whether any given health concern or bodily discomfort needs to be solved with weight loss.

When thin people have painful joints, they can seek physical therapy. The secret is that PT works for fat people, too. Thin people might have difficulty standing or walking for too long, and need to exercise to increase muscle or physical endurance -- and that works for fat people, too. Thin people can find ways to increase their flexibility through things like yoga, and... ...well. There is a pattern here.

A weight-first health paradigm, only for fat people, can convince us that all those other tools just... don't exist. Alternately, maybe they're just not for us, not until we can turn ourselves from fat people to thin people... except something like a half-century of science says there is no reliable safe way to make that thing happen. (Also, they had damn well better be for us too, because I don't think I need to explain how disgusting it is to withhold entire classes of medical intervention from one statistically-speaking-immutable demographic group but give it freely to a contrasting demographic.)

Which doesn't mean I'm telling you that physical therapy or yoga or a gentle program of endurance-increasing activities will solve all your problems. I want to make sure they're in your toolkit, though. Maybe someone took out all your hammers and replaced them with screwdrivers. Well, here's some hammers back. Can you just decide to use a screwdriver anyway? Sure you can. Whatever's the right tool for the job.

(Tbh I don't know what to do about the heat. I am a baby about heat. If it's more than about 70 degrees I start complaining.)

As for the shake regime... it doesn’t surprise me that it worked while you were on it.  Replace enough actual nutritious food with whatever-the-hell those are made of, and you can probably do all sorts of exciting things to your body.  But like you said, it works until you stop using it, and once you go back to actual food (y’know, what's generally considered best when it's local, farm-to-table, fresh, minimally processed, all the stuff that’s apparently just great for thin people but we fat people need to consume nothing but diet shakes and super-processed prepackaged dinners because Health)... well, then it stops working.

There’s also the drum I just keep on beatin’, which is that sustained significant weight loss, statistically speaking, is not possible.  There are many, many scientific studies whose data shows that you are just as likely (sometimes more likely, depending on the study) to end up fatter than when you started.  So if the goal is “weigh less”, then, again statistically speaking, intentional weight loss attempts will not result in success.  (Don’t go by the study’s conclusion, go by the results.  It’d take me forever to find it, but there was a study where the data-driven results section backed up exactly what I’m saying, but in the unsourced conclusion section, they still wrote that they recommend attempted intentional weight loss.  Science(TM)!)

If your spouse is the type to be swayed by an appeal to logic, then you could do worse than to start here.  It’s a plain-language summation of various research, including two specific studies referenced at the bottom.  One of those studies is a huge synthesis of, if I am counting correctly, over three hundred different papers (the other is also a synthesis but I didn’t count references there).  Just to steal half of one paragraph from the synthesis study,

At the individual level, many weight loss studies demonstrate short-term success at reducing weight. However, critics argue that such studies generally suffer from a range of methodological problems including small sample sizes, underrepresentation of men, limited generalizability, a lack of blinded ascertainment of the outcome, a lack of data on adherence to assigned diets, and a large loss to follow-up (Simons-Morton, Obarzanek, & Cutler, 2006). Furthermore, critics argue that most weight loss trials do not have long-term follow-up, and so the results over the subsequent 2 to 5 years, when weight gain is most likely to occur, are largely unreported (Robison & Carrier, 2004). Where these results have been reported, weight loss programs have a long-term (2 to 5 years) failure rate of up to 95% (Gaesser, 2000; Mann et al., 2007). Weight loss is not only almost impossible for most people to maintain, but attempted weight loss strongly predicts weight gain (Lowe et al., 2006; Neumark-Sztainer, Wall, Story, & Standish, 2012; Pankevich, Teegarden, Hedin, Jensen, & Bale, 2010; Pietilainen, Saarni, Kaprio, & Rissanen, 2012; Stice, Presnell, Shaw, & Rohde, 2005). Between one third and two thirds of people who lose a substantial amount of weight on a dietary-based weight loss program will regain all the lost weight and more within 5 years (Mann et al., 2007)

The two of you can absolutely try this regime again, or another one.  It might be that this time, you are among the lucky few for whom it works -- because yes, in rare cases, intentional weight loss attempts do work.  They mostly don’t, though.  And you can search in the studies linked from that page I linked earlier for “weight cycling” to see just how healthy it is to keep trying in the hopes that this time, this time, you’ll be the lucky one.

Golly that was long.  I also don’t know how useful it was, wonderful anon, but I do know that I wish you a very good rest of your week.

#ineffablefool reply #Anonymous #weight loss mention #fatphobia tw #long post #not good omens

[path-of-my-childhood]

Collect Call From... TAYLOR SWIFT

Blender Magazine (final, unpublished issue from May 2009) // By Josh Eells

Each month, one lucky rock star phones Blender HQ for seven days straight, just to, you know, share. Now on the line: country-pop princess.

DAY 1: FEBRUARY 24th, 3:51 pm

Swift calls from Nashville, where she lives with her parents and younger brother. “I’m so happy to be home! I’ve been in Europe for two weeks. I got back two nights ago and spent half of yesterday sleeping. This is my only week off for months, but I categorize vacations differently than most people. I don’t care if I’m doing interviews from when I wake up till I go to sleep, as long as l’m in my own bed, that’s a day off.  This morning I went to some of the radio stations in town, said hi to program directors. Then I met with my stylist - we talked about tour outfits. And now I’m getting dressed for my brother Austin’s lacrosse game. He plays goalie - this is his first game as starter. His friends used to tease him about me, but now he's six two and built. I don’t think they make jokes anymore.”

DAY 2: FEBRUARY 25th, 4:14 pm

Swift phones from home, where she’s “lounging on the couch under a quilt” and playing with her dogs, Baby (a Doberman) and Bug (a mini Pinscher). “Austin did great! His team won, and he kept a bunch of balls out of the goal. Afterwards I went with my friend Emily to a Nashville Predators game. I did a commercial for them, so they hook me up with tickets when I’m in town. There’s a couple of cute guys, but I think they’re all married. I totally cheer and do the fang-finger thing. Last night they put me on the JumboTron, and you could literally see the wave of people getting up to come over. I’m still getting used to the fact that being stared at is part of my day - in high school it meant I had something on my face. The fact that my albums has been No. 1 for 10 weeks - it’s unbelievable. But this week looks a little questionable: The Jonas Brothers have an album out, too. Hmm.”

DAY 3: FEBRUARY 26th, 5:30 pm

Swift dials in from the road In Nashville, where she’s stuck In rush-hour traffic. "I just shot a video with my friend Kellie [Pickier] for a song we wrote together. It’s about ex-boyfriends. In the video I am kind of her trouble-making sidekick - I wore this strapless studded dress with a zipper up the front. The whole day I was afraid someone was gonna walk by and unzip me. It would have taken half a second to ruin my day. Oh, my God, last night I fell asleep on the couch watching CSI: NY. I was out at like 7, but at some point I dragged myself to bed, and apparently in my haze I turned the heat up to 95! I woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, with my poor cat lying on the floor panting. I made myself an ice bath and called my friend Emma in LA - she was in Superbad - and she kept me company for two hours while I cooled down.”

DAY 4: FEBRUARY 27th, 4:37 pm

Swift rings from the music room at her house, where she’s teaching herself how to play piano. “I’m still not caught up from my jet lag. Today I woke up at 5:30, ate same cereal and fell back asleep on the couch. I didn’t sleep long though, because we had rehearsal this morning. Kenny Chesney was rehearsing next door, so we chatted for a bit. Nashville is a really small town. I still live with my parents because I’m never home long enough to move out. And I don’t go to bars, because I’m 19 and scared of breaking rules. Besides Kellie and my best friend Abigail, who moved to Kansas, most of my friends are in LA. And boys aren’t even an issue right now. I categorize guys as “talking”, “nominees” - people you feel like you could someday date - and “dating”. Right now I don’t even have nominees. I don’t even have potential future nominees! But I’m used to being single. Before my last relationship [with Joe Jonas] I was single for like two years. It’s sort of my thing.”

DAY 5: FEBRUARY 28th, 12:50 pm

Swift checks in from her mom’s car with some medical news. “So, I’m driving to the doctors office. I burned my face with a curling iron! Don’t worry, I’m fine - I’ll call you after we’re done. [She phones a few hours later.] OK. What happened was, I woke up at 6 am and decided to curl my hair. I guess l was still asleep, because I slipped and burned my face under my right eye. It hurt really bad, but I didn’t think much of it. I edited and uploaded a MySpace video - unhindered by the fact that my face was melting off - and went downstairs, and my dad was like, ‘Oh, my God!’ I guess it was worse than I realized. So we went to the dermatologist. She gave me a prescription for some burn cream - I’m not sure what it is, but it has a lot of syllables. The good news is I’m expected to make a full recovery.”

DAY 6: MARCH 1st, 10:03 pm

Swift phones from Plant City, Florida, where she lust performed at the world famous Florida Strawberry Festival. “This place is strawberry city! When we landed, there were official Strawberry Festival minivans waiting to pick us up, driven by people in strawberry shirts. In the dressing room there were bushels of the most beautiful, gigantic chocolate covered strawberries I’ve ever seen. It’s like they welded three together! And this afternoon I met the Strawberry Festival Queen and her court. They were dressed in red and looked very sparkly. It was cold for Florida, like 55 and rainy, but everybody bundled up and had a great time. Afterward we had a police escort, which always makes you feel cool, and we’re taking a private jet, which is even cooler. On the way to the airport all these kids were trying to hurl themselves on our car - it was pretty frantic for a second. But thankfully no one got hurt. That’s why it was cool.”

DAY 7: MARCH 2nd, 12:50 pm

On her last day at home, Swift calls from her favorite couch, where she’s enjoying the view of Old Hickory Lake. “It’s freezing in Tennessee! It’s like 29 degrees, and I’m sitting here packing sundresses and flip-flops for two weeks in Australia. That and downloading movies for the 20,000-hour flight I’m about to embark on. I have three goals for this trip. One, get a tan. Two, go to the beach. And three, debut my new summer wardrobe. Oh, and four, play some good shows and make an impact on Australia! Ha. I don’t go into most situations thinking I’m going to win. I’ve never even won a raffle. These blessings I’ve had lately are more amazing than I could have ever imagined. We got the new projections today, and It’s looking like we’re going to be No.1 again. Does it feel a little sweeter this week? [Laughs] Yeah - just a little.”

#someone posted this on twitter so I thought I'd share #little TBT #fearless era #I find young Taylor so amusing...cause you never know what you're gonna get =) #like - she was always trained and disciplined enough to be careful with her words #but sometimes...lmao sometimes she would just go off...I don't know - I just find it so funny #anyways... #apparently this whole issue was never even published #blender magazine #interview #taylor swift #baby taylor #scans

[arsonist-chicken]

Lockdown Tag game; I got tagged by @we-are-not-amoosed thank you! I keep forgetting you know I exist, also I hope you had fun being drunk at midnight on a Tuesday hjhjhj.

First of all, a big FUCK YOU to tumblr, because I was at the LAST QUESTION and opened ONE NEW TAB to look up the word windmill, and when I went back to tumblr, my post was GONE, so here we go again. If an answer seems short of half-answered, it’s because I didn’t feel like typing everything again.

Are you staying home from work or school?

HA. Yes. Love that for me. Not at all. My university opened for 1 1/2 weeks in March 2020, then for another 4 weeks in November, and it has been closed ever since. I’m in my dormitory in the town I study in, not home home at my parents’ place though, because that would Not end well. The internet connection sucks though, that’s really annoying with distance learning. When I go into The City for A Thing, I usually cycle past my department and it makes we Yearn to go back in there, which is a thing I didn’t think would ever happen, but one pandemic later and suddenly everyone would kill for the change to go back to work/school in person, wouldn’t we?

If you’re staying home who is there with you?

I live in a dormitory, so technically, there’s a lot of other people there, but I don’t really talk to any of them except for when we meet in the hallways or the kitchen or wherever, so really it’s just me, the stuffed animal my friend got me last year because I kept whining that I didn’t have a cat like her at her boyfriend’s place where she basically lives now, and the birds who come to eat from the bird house I put on my balcony.

If it makes you feel any better @we-are-not-amoosed, not that I think it will but hey, who knows, my twin sister is moving out in December, so I will be the only child at home with my parents during summer/Christmas/Easter break, which will be Not Fun. I’ll take another 1 ½ years for my degree, and another 2 if I do a master’s, so that’s about... 1-3/4 years I’ll be alone with my parents while my perfect sister gets to move out and move on and live Adult Life fully respected as an Adult working with renewable energy, as opposed to the Disappointment who takes 5 years for a 3 year degree in a field that’s hard to find employment in and never Does Stuff like my mother wants me to Do Stuff.

Are you a homebody?

I’m with @we-are-not-amoosed there, I didn’t know what that meant, but Pons says “Stubenhocker”. A bit I guess? I’m definitely fine being home by myself if I’m unbothered there (read: not at my parents’ when they are home) and I do need time by myself to recharge. But probably like everyone else, I crave and enjoy social contact a ton more than Before. I meet a friend fairly often (aka the only friend still here instead of home for distance learning), and today we worked together (handing out flyers which idk why the company pays us to hand them out, like 95% of them get thrown away immediately, but hey, we’re getting paid 🤷) and then went to sit by the river, and there were SO MANY people there, it was not *entirely* corona-compliant (but outside with town-typical wind, so it’s fine I think, with my non-existent knowledge about spreading of viruses and such), but honestly? I just couldn’t be bothered to care in that moment: it was warm and sunny, I was there with a very close friend, people were laughing and dancing to good music, it was just so GOOD to be there, almost as if Corona didn’t exist. The police even drove by like they always do to check for people smoking weed and didn’t say anything like usual, so hey. It was just so good, okay? So, homebody? Within reason, I guess, but less than Before, probably.

An event you were looking forward to that eventually got cancelled?

Oh boy, SO MANY. The one I’m most bitter about was a very prestigious international interpreting event, that would have involved me interpreting in the actual European Parliament building in Strasbourg. But there was also a festival week with my best friend I was looking forward to, maybe even a second festival with another friend, my company’s ten year anniversary party, etc. And Prides! I came out to my family in 2019, and was like “Yay, I can finally go to Prides now!” but well 🤷

DUDE SO MANY ARE YOU KIDDING ME

CONCERTS: 5SOS (I SHOULD HAVE heard “Old Me” in a crowd full of other people getting nostalgic for their past selves, but NO), Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Rock im Park aka GREEN DAY AND RISE AGAINST (I have been trying to see Rise Against for YEARS and ALWAYS something gets in the way!), one or two small local artists.

ERASMUS: I should have gone to Russia for a semester to improve my not-too-great speaking skills but Corona said FUCK YOU you will study ALONE and LONELY in your ROOM like a child on TIMEOUT

PRIDE: none in particular, just generally it would have been nice to go, maybe even with a friend to the one in Vienna

Also just general stuff like birthdays and get-togethers with friends, and my club’s annual get-together was cancelled too, and it would have been my friend, sister and my’s 10-year-anniversary, so that sucked to get cancelled.

What movies have you watched recently?

Movies? Pfuh, I don’t know, I’m not really into movies anymore, tbh. TV-series and games are more my jam.

Descendants 1 +2, I finally watched those after I read so much fanfiction that I knew the plot without having watched a single scene that isn’t a music video that youtube kept showing me. They’re nice enough, if you overlook the fact that they make a 16-year-old king while there’s still perfectly capable adults but whatever, there’s a lot of cute moments (Carlos and Jane omg) and a lot of funny ones (UMA. Is HILARIOUS), the music kind of slaps ngl, and arguably Mal + Evie are queer and in love. I still want to watch the third soon, and rewatch The Hunger Games since it showed up on my dash recently.

What shows are you watching?

Rewatching Julie and the Phantoms forever until the end of time (or until season 2 comes out @netflix, and I started Brooklyn 99 again for background noise/low-energy background watching. A friend recommended Ginny & Georgia and it’s okay enough, but it’s written in a way that makes you want to keep watching because there’s just such whack stuff happening that you want it explained; it’s 1h episodes though, that’s a bit hard on my attention span. I want to rewatch FMA:B some time, too.

What are you reading?

@we-are-not-amoosed said “tumblr posts and the texts I translate at work” and if that isn’t a Mood. I’d love to read more, but my attention span is shit and my reading comprehension even worse. I *am* reading “Explain to me like I’m 5” atm which explains stuff easily, like, well, you’re 5 years old, so you’d think a 23-year-old could understand, no? No. I read it, I vaguely understand some stuff, I close the book, and it’s G-O-N-E, not a single thing left. Literally the only thing I remember – and this is why I had to re-write ^^^all that because I needed to look up the English word for Windräder, if that’s even what they’re called in German but whatever I’m tired �� is that insects and birds die a LOT in windmills when they get too close and get sucked in and can’t escape anymore, which is one of the reasons windmills aren’t as environmentally friendly as we thought when we built them. Anyhow, I’d love to read more, but idk, there are a lot of posts on here, some I’ve reblogged, that are like.. something something reading fanfiction is easier because you already know the characters and universe something something less mental energy something something idk. Yeah I mostly read fanfiction these days. I hope I’ll get back to reading books sometime soon-ish, I have a long list.

What are you doing for self-care?

Hm. I meet my friend I mentioned above pretty regularly, and I have a notebook that I write stuff in that was nice or made me happy when that happened (like today: working with my friend and then sitting among people by the river in the sun with said friend). I’m getting a tattoo next week (3 cat paws + 1 dog paw = technically my two cats and my late cat and dog, but well, two of them are dead, so I asked two friends for a paw print of their cat and dog, so I’ll always have those two with me, too). I try to make a to-do-list each day, but I rarely stick to it. I apply eyeshadow and body glitter if I want to, I dye my hair bright colors (think pink, purple, blue, red, maybe orange next). I always have chocolate in my room meaning I stopped depriving myself of food I like/food in general because it’s “healthier”/”I need to lose weight” etc. all that you know all those great reasons. I went to a doctor about my knee and it ended up being useless but I went, so.

I also went to see a therapist but she is very useless, like “ended our first session telling me well she doesn’t know how to help me/if she can help me at all/if therapy would even help me” kind of useless; I’ll go again next week and see if that changes or if next week will be the last week and I’ll go back to Dealing Like Before, which is not great but whatever. I’ve lived until 23 without therapy, surely I can keep doing it. Therapy’s expensive if it’s not covered (which this doctor IS which is why I went to her but it’s still a waste of time) and if it’s not gonna work/not gonna help me apparently or if there’s nothing actually wrong OR that therapist is just like, bad at her job, what’s the point of going yk?

Uggggh, I hope the swimming pools and Zumba class will be open again soon, Zumba (also with said friend) is AMAZING, easy fun exercise you don’t need any knowledge or skill for and you can hang out with your friend by the street after for an hour and say goodbye five times and then remember one more thing you wanted to actually still mention and stand there for another 20 minutes hjhjhj. Best times, truly.

Idk this is probably not self-care but I got a small job working with Austrian German and it gnetflix the chance to save up a bit and add it to my resume and also hopefully get my mother to shut up about my non-existent job prospects for a bit, so that’s kind of helping in making me feel a bit more like I’m Being An Adult (also because it means I have to learn how to change my insurance and finance department stuff now, yey).

Tagging: @languages-and-else @psychicbouquetblaze-stuff @the-real-daddy-van-der-bellen @sunsetcurveofficial if you feel like doing it, also sorry @we-are-not-amoosed it became such a rambled long answe on almost everything hjhjhj

#tag games #me talks #covid-19 #swearing #It’s a post about corona there Must be swearing

[frangipanidownunder]

100 degrees of separation: fic

For @perplexistan who requested: M and S at the UH, where there is no air conditioning, and it is a record-setting, sweltering summer day. Set post season 11? Rated T, I guess.

By lunch-time it was 95 degrees and the temperature was still creeping higher. The ceiling fan whumped pitifully, simply spreading the misery around the kitchen. Even with the blind firmly closed, the heat wedged itself against the window and permeated everything. The clock on the wall titched slowly, as though the minutes were being squeezed through molasses to tick on.

Mulder peeled his forearms from the table and brought the sports pages with him. Scully puffed a wisp of stray hair from her forehead, smiling at his grapple with the newsprint. As she leaned across to help him, his attention was trapped by the bead of sweat trickling down her cleavage, weaving over the spray of rose freckles, and all his irritation at the humidity evaporated, as he watched it disappear into the V of her tank-top. He licked his lips.

“Thirsty?” she murmured, in a tone that suggested she knew exactly what had caught his eye. “We need to stay hydrated.”

“Kinda,” he said, finally removing the last of the newspaper.

“I know you love the game, Mulder but you didn’t need to tattoo it on your skin. She took his hand and twisted his arm over. “Look at that,” she said, her voice perkier, “Yankees beat the Red Sox 11 to 1.”

He read the print that had marked the heel of his thumb and along the grooves of his wrist. “Severino finished 13 and 2. Not too shabby, Scully.”

“Whatever you say, Mulder. I’m going to make iced tea. Care for some?”

“Sure. Price finished 9 and 6. But I can’t make out the Washington scores.” He rummaged through the ripped paper but ended up flinging strips into the air where they wafted momentarily on the rising heat like ticker-tape before settling willy-nilly over the table and floor. Scully sighed and he couldn’t make out if it was because she was standing in front of the open refrigerator or if it was a precursor to her snapping at him to clean up his mess. Taking no chances, he set about gathering the remnants of the pages and scrunching them into a ball.

“Don’t even think about throwing that at me,” Scully said from deep inside the ice box.

His mother used to say something about women having eyes in the backs of their heads and as a small boy it used to creep him out enough to stop him sleeping. When his sister was born, he turned her over just to check. Scully let the door shut and turned just as he closed the gap between them. He gathered her in his arms and welcomed her cool front.

“Ice, ice baby,” he sang, rocking his hips side to side with hers. She played along for a moment before shrugging away from him and setting the ice cube tray on the table.

“Grab that for me,” she asked, nodding at the ornate mason jar on the side. “I’ve added mint and lemon. Should be really refreshing. My mom used to make this recipe for us…” She looked up at him, eyes a little wetter than before and he tossed the paper ball into the trash can, nodding his understanding at her. It still cut her. It cut him too, their cumulative losses over the decades. If he had learned anything from their experiences, it was that they were each the only person in the world who truly understood the other. Love was nothing to do with it, though it helped. For the most part, anyway. 

He watched her drop ice into the jar, took the brewed tea and poured it over the cubes so they crackled and split a little. The lemon slices rose up the sides along with the mint sprigs and the aroma put him in mind of midsummer evenings in the Red Stag’s beer garden listening to Wimbledon commentary as the Pimms pitcher sloshed on the rickety, silvered table-top.

Like the smell, however, the cool action of the drink dissipated far too quickly and after ten minutes, they were both sweating again.

“Hyperhidrosis,” she mused, pressing a wet wad of paper towel to her forehead and chest.

“If that’s your medical diagnosis,” he said, unsticking each thigh from the chair, “how does one combat its symptoms?”

She scoffed and flopped back, angling her arms at 45 degrees, circling her wrists back and forth. “Someone tell Mother Nature to dial it back in a little. She’s being a bitch.”

“She’s a bit pissed at our inability to address the climate situation and I’d say she’s got fair cause.”

“But humidity at over 90 per cent, Mulder, that’s more than a bit pissed, that’s white-hot rage.”

“Hm-mm,” he said, turning over his cell. “If it gets to 100 degrees, I’ll expire. How do Aussies live like this?”

“They have a/c everywhere,” she said.

“Uh-huh, they probably even have it in their refrigerators.” He tried to laugh at his own joke but the heat stole it from his mouth.

“More people die from the cold in Australia than the heat. Their housing isn’t built for the winters. Temperatures in the south of the country are low outside of the three months of summer. And you won’t expire, Mulder. Not on my watch.”

There it was again. That understanding, that support. Her answer about deaths in Australia didn’t really surprise him. Housing in England was similarly deficient, just for the heat, not the cold. Radiators and terraces and wall to wall carpets helped heat homes during winters, but he remembered nights in Oxford where July humidity kept him awake, tossing and turning in his bedsit while the beat of a rave rose and fell from the neighbouring farmland. He wasn’t sure about the mortality rate but it always felt like Death was laughing at the poor souls crushed into tiny living quarters.

“What’s the hottest you’ve ever been, Scully? Aside from that time you wore that sleek black skirt suit where I could see the outline of your stocking top.” He chuckled at her mock-offended expression.

“Rescuing you from Arecibo is pretty high on the list of Times Dana Scully Nearly Melted.”

“You didn’t rescue me.”

“What would you call it, then, Mr George ‘Proof of Contact’ Hale?” Her voice rose up the scale of indignation a notch.

“I didn’t ask you to come. We weren’t even partners then. You just…invited yourself. And, by the way, I got us out of there like a Hollywood stunt driver.”

“I had to have months of physio to straighten my spine after that little trip to the rainforest. Jesus, Mulder.”

“You drive like that all the time,” he countered.

“Do not,” she snipped, and pushed her chair back. “And invited myself? Really?”

She disappeared for a bit and he lay his head down on the table but a pool of warm sweat gathered on his skin so that his forehead slipped away, juddering across the surface. He looked up as Scully came back into the kitchen and blinked away the droplets that ran into his eyes. “Are you putting linen in the freezer?”

“Yes. And no, I’m not mad. You’ll thank me later.”

She disappeared again and when she returned the next time, she was carrying a scalpel and a pair of surgical scissors.

“You are mad,” he said, rubbing a hand over his chin. “Just not the insane kind. What have I done, Scully?”

“Nothing yet. Get me two empty water bottles.” He did and she nodded to the scalpel. “Puncture holes in them at regular intervals and then cut the bottoms off.” When he’d finished, she’d come back with a ball of string. He watched as she tied the bottles, upside down, to the back of the fan, looping the string through the holes and around the grating.

“I take it back,” he said, “this is a work of genius.”

She grinned, hair plastered to her face, skin sheen with sweat and in a flash, it took him back to that graveyard in Bellefleur. “I’ll get the ice.”

“And some salt. And pour more water in the ice tray,” she called after him.

Side by side, they sat cross-legged in front of the fan as the cool air blasted them. His cell registered 100 degrees and he flashed it to her.

“You saved me,” he said.

“Again,” she said, smugly.

“Who’s keeping score?”

“You are.” She batted his hand away and let her head hang back, the curls of her frizzed hair straightening when the fan blew over her. Her nipples protruded tantalisingly and he shifted on his seat.

“What’s the coldest you’ve ever been? Icy Cape? Antarctica?”

She turned to him. “No,” she said, tilting her head. “It was when you let Agent Fowley back on the scene.”

“Ouch,” he said. “No anaesthetic for your surgical barbs.”

“Shut up, Mulder. I’m getting cool.”

“Hmmm, you’ve always been cool, Scully.”

Her giggle was girlish and his temperature rose despite her makeshift air conditioner. “Any chance of a…?”

“In this heat? Absolutely none,” she declared, but he could always melt her icy edges so he closed his eyes, held his silence and bade his time. Their deep understanding would get him past her 100 degrees of separation.

#txf fanfic #my fanfiction #100 degrees of separation #msr #season 11

[ourladyofomega]

Summer of 2006. I waited to take the trip to Philadelphia for a month to see Sleater-Kinney since my former ‘friend’ and fellow DJ D-Klein offered tickets for people to go with him. We had no idea who else would be playing up until then. With us was Elizabeth, D-Klein’’s friend and a huge Sleater-Kinney fan. And off we went to Philadelphia in a sweltering partly cloudy 95* day.

We travel through Coney Island when out of nowhere D-Klein and Elizabeth decide to stop at Astroland to ride the Cyclone. It put the trip on pause like a video game to take a spontaneous time out. But they enjoyed themselves, and why not? I wasn’t going to keep them.

We then drive through the Verrazano Bridge, then Staten Island and through New Jersey. I see all the industrial areas, petrol-storage facilities, the many rest stops, restaurants, and Sunocos lining the New Jersey Turnpike. Last time I checked, the Sunocos averaged no more than $3.05 a gallon. The music played nothing but, you guessed it, Sleater-Kinney, a taste to what to expect. So Olympian, so Kill Rock Stars. Also on the player was D-Klein spinning almost the ntire X-Ray Spex CD as well. We finally arrive in the Philadelphia outskirts at around 6:30 PM and shortly thereafter we cut through Chinatown. I didn’t know Philadelphia even had a Chinatown, but the three of us riding around assumed this was where we would go for some sushi.

Eventually we drive past the venue and see the young Philadelphia hipsters do nothing but stand in line waiting for the show to start and others walking the Philly streets towards the venue as well. We park in front of the bistros and tables and chairs set up on the sidewalks of Philly. At this point we still had no idea who else was playing other than Sleater-Kinney.

We choose Swanky Bubbles, a champagne and sushi bar. For a small eatery it was pretty neat with well-lit ambience and matching low-volume music to go with it. Me, D-Klein, and Elizabeth sit down and talk about the difference between the Philadelphia and Long Island punk scenes, some college student economics, party appearances, and other fine places to eat over our sushi dinner. We order between us wasabi mashed potatoes, a lychee drink, six spears of buttered asparagus salted with parmesan cheese, and sushi rolls such as California, Tuna, Philly, Spider Leg, Time Bomb, and Double Dragon (wasn’t that a video game?); and for dessert, a crispy Thailand banana split. $110.00 was the bill. Sold.

We walk back to the venue and the valet parking guy allowed us to park right in front of the entrance. It was now Club Polaris, formerly the Starlight Ballroom. We get there and find people with extra tickets to give away or sell. In the meantime, we hang out with the organizer of the venue. D-Klein was talking to him about the past shows of yester-years and decades ago. The promoter informs us that Clear Channel was trying to buy out both their venue and Philly scene. It’s depressing to think that Clear Channel would buy out the punk, indie-rock, and hardcore kids and tell them to fuck off so that Clear Channel can put their clean, polished, packaged industry acts in there, with no other outlets for these kids to go who call the streets their own. How we thought that pretty soon, the scene could implode with nowhere to go and be swallowed up into nothing. Where else would we go but further down?

It was when we stand in front of the Polaris waiting to get in that we heard music from inside the venue. We all finally find out to our surprise from the organizer the band was sharing the bill with Sleater-Kinney:

…The Roger Sisters.

Me and D-Klein were floored and it was then we knew that a great show was already going to become even greater.

We go in and this truly was the scene the magazines always talked about. Guys dressing hardcore, some moppy, some Napolean Dynamite cartoonish, and some slim t-shirts. The girls were pretty cute as well with their art-school haircuts, skirts, funny tees, piercings, and either Olympia-type or Williamsburg-type super-feminist style. Imagine makeoutclub ever having a meeting center.

Polaris was dark and crowded. All around us were many bars to get beer. There were many booths where kids sat around and mostly in groups drinking beers and water. (Remember, this was during a heat-wave. The Eastern board was hit with 90 degree-plus weather with lots of humidity). Some were quiet, arms crossed and minding their own. Others were very delighted to see each other and were greeted with hugs and kisses. We witnessed a couple of lesbians making out as well. And you had to give it to one fan who came to the show in a wheelchair.

The ballroom, as expected, was huge with lots of standing space. When the three of us got there, the front of the standing room was taken up but we managed to make our way about ten feet from the speakers, with a very lucky few who took a spot standing right under the vent. We had a good view to see the Rogers Sisters perform. Miyuki Furtado (bass / vocals) dedicated a song to Spiro Agnew, but took it back and later dedicated it to Condoleezza Rice. Jennifer Rogers (vocals / guitar) applied her lip gloss to prepare for the end of their set. Miyuki whipped himself around in a frenzy, performing sonic guitar tricks and creating feedback for all of us. We literally see the sweat and mist come off of his forehead. Laura Rogers (drums / vocals) whipped herself into a frenzy, too. The set lasted only 45 minutes but it was a good set. As we didn’t even know that the Rogers Sisters would play, it was no loss and all gain. Everyone wins.

The three of us hit the merchandise tables. I score Sleater-Kinney’s self-titled CD for $15.00 and I wanted to get some Rogers Sisters stuff but no one was at the tables yet. We sit around taking in all this humidity and heat observing the scene for a little bit more before we hit the merch- tables again where Miyuki and Laura finally set shop. A d.i.y. ethic. For $7.00 I grabbed three 7” singles from the Sisters who came off as very nice and gracious people. Elizabeth scores a Roger Sisters CD and matching Sleater-Kinney tees for her and her friend.

What hooked me to the Rogers Sisters was that I discovered them on WUSB’s Riot Grrrl Plus show in Summer 2003 and happened to record “I’m A Ballerina” on tape. And every chance I had I aimed to play them on the air. Why not? I figured people can be art-smart from getting into them. Bonus.

Sleater-Kinney finally came to play for a good 90 minutes. I believe D-Klein’s life has now culminated into this one night: he’s a huge fan who never had failed to play them on his show on a consistent basis (and he’s known to do that with Sonic Youth as well). Without him he wouldn’t have made this attempt to see them one last time.

One last time? Yes, Sleater-Kinney would finally call it quits after eleven years of making Kill Rock Stars a lot of money. This was their last tour and The Woods was their final record. They had to go out with style big time.

They came on and it was deafening. These ladies knew how to rock. Listen to the way they sound as theirs was rivaled by no other. Mid-set, Carrie Brownstein and Corin Tucker faced off and play their guitars towards each other and it was amazing. I was taken over. For 90 minutes I was trying to follow and absorb everything that Sleater-Kinney performed. Janet throws drumsticks and Carrie shakes out water bottles at the crowd to cool themdown. Fans screamed for them to keep going, not to go. They really loved this band that truly represented the indie-rock crowd and grrrls / femmes in general. One guy even ran on stage and urged the crowd to get ready to catch him up as he was about to stage-dive. He jumps off and instead lands on his feet. Sorry, Charlie. It’s not how it goes here at a Sleater-Kinney show.

After a while, they walk off-stage and fans just did not want to get it, so they stand there cheering and clapping heavily for five minutes more. And yes, they came back to play a few more songs, some off of The Woods. And that’s all she wrote in Philadelphia. An extended ovation as one-by-one Sleater-Kinney walks off-stage and acknowledge their fans with handshakes and smiles.

I don’t know about D-Klein or Elizabeth, but my head was about to explode. Throbbing. My entire body dripping of sweat, my shirt damp from the humidity. We leave Polaris and start driving home, a very exhausting three-hour drive compounded by listening to more Sleater-Kinney, X-Ray Spex and now The Rogers Sisters, taking home a still-pounding headache and wonderful memories from the last day of July that year.

#omega #our lady omega #grrl #riot grrl #hipster #Sleater-Kinney #personal #Philadelphia #Rogers Sisters #Janet Weiss #Carrie Brownstein #Corin Tucke #Laura Rogers #Jennifer Rogers #Miyuki Furtado

[colbiecaillats]

colbiecaillat: Missing my baby girl so much 💙 I’ve been having a hard time with the loss of our sweet giant beauty, Mali. She was the happiest energy, most loving & goofy dog I’ve ever had ❤️ I am always going to miss her 130lb morning snuggles, her hour glass painted head waiting for us at the front door, our trio of pups grazing in the yard together like happy farm animals🍃🐶🐰🐭, her going swimming & then digging muddy holes & then going swimming again 😏, her Houdini brain full of skill and mischief, her singing when @justinkawikayoung would play the piano, her huge bear paws, her playing like wild beasts with her other giant siblings Dora, Lady & Vinnie, and how she would always come thank us after every meal she ate 😊, to name a few. — I never told you what happened to her... Some workers finishing our patio caulking left our gate open 😞 and our dogs ran out for another one of their adventures. That day in Nashville it was extremely humid and about 95 degrees. We found Dorothy after 6 hours of searching & luckily she was ok, but we never found Malibu. Someone called us 2 days later saying they found her but she had passed away & it was from heat stroke. 😞💔She was only 4 1/2 years old. She had wandered 2 miles through the woods & her big body couldn’t take it. So many things have gone through my mind about that day and the grief is overwhelming. She was our baby and we couldn’t protect her. It was a huge reminder what nature is capable of, and also how people need to be more responsible. That week @justinkawikayoung & I had so much help in our search for her everyday, we were surrounded by our amazing friends, and they were there with us to say goodbye to her. 💙💛 I couldn’t have done it without you guys @nellyjoymusic @jasonreeves @billyhawn 🌅. Honestly we felt so much love from everyone who sent letters & flowers & kept checking in on us. 💗 Last thing, I did research on Heat Stroke & learned how common it actually is. People not even realizing it’s happening to their pets. Keep your animal friends cool, don’t lock them outside in the summer, don’t take them on long walks when it’s too hot, never leave them in cars, & make sure they always have water 💦 ❤️~Cc

#colbie caillat #social media #2018 #august 6

[thesharondefenseleague]

mlm imo werent sexualized to the degree that wlw were in most canon media mostly because of the male gaze. Gay and Lesbian relationships or moments got very limited representation. One was probably more sympathetic but also heart breaking like say brokeback mountain. One was explicit but depicted as grotesque or twisted or perverted or immoral in some way. And the last version was the titillating version. In western media because of the assumed straight male gaze lesbians making out to titlate guys was a common thing like say in Jennifer's body. The equivalent of that with guys wasnt really that common not in western media. Not that wlw couldn't like that content but it was made to be fanservice for men .

So thats what I kind of mean by wlw were sexualized at least in western media. This equivalent with mlm in fandom never really existed they never made out for girls to find hot in the same way. It was never marketed like oh look hot guys making out. Fandom did that but not canon.

As for comic book men being sexualized kind of. There is definitely the unrealistic beauty standards but theres that debate of was it for the purpose of titillating women? Or a result of toxic masculinity putting this unattainable unsustainable goal for men. Maybe both? But both in comics and the movies they are based on the posing and clothing and moments with women get made to clearly sexualize them . It especially ovbious with comics with them twisting their bodies so their boobs and butts are jutting out. Or like movie moments like Bruce landing in Natasha's clevage. Or angles where you are staring down a female character's shirt or she has a boob window for some contrived reason. Or just reasons to give full page spreads of them in skimpy clothing.

Its rare men get depicted like this or posed like this. And when they do it often stands out because its not the norm. It's something unique. Not true with men. Even in form fitting spandex they are often posed and framed to make to make them look powerful or intelligent or to reveal things about their character.

Again not that men never get sexualized or that fanservice is always bad. Or that its not a concern that men are having these terrible body image issues. But just that for women for the sexualization its so pervasive and constant was my point.

Its just as bad in wlw in canon as it is for women in relationships with men in canon when it comes to that sexualization but i hear so much more about the problems about the wlw ship than the mlw ship. Like to use DC as a example i hear so much about how people sexualized or mishandle harleyivy but compared to that i hear very little about batcat in comparison even though Catwoman is often just as sexualized in that ship.

As for misogyny in shipping wars yes it definetly exists and is a problem as is racism and homophobia. But my issue is mostly that the problem isnt because the main popular ships are mlm. But so often I see the argument framed that way.

Like shipping wars existed between m/w ships and still do today. And they are still often pretty misogynistic towards the woman in the other ship. I don't even have to look at other fandoms I remember Steggy vs Starton getting real ugly.

Mysogny in fandom doesn't uniquely pop up when mlm are the more popular ship. Its often just as bad in fandoms where m/w is the popular ship. But people just bring it up alot more they make it bout valuing the men over the women .

Well i mean that goes both ways you could say its homophobic for valuing the straight ship as better than the gay one or liking it more. But either way its stupid they dont care bout sexism or homophobia only that their ship is more popular.

Thats the sentiment of all ship wars the gender dynamics and racial make up change nothing. Nothing except the bullshit you use for the ship war.

The problem is that people are being homophobic and mysogynistic and racist not just in regards to fictional characters but towards real people just to win a ship war. It comes out so easily. Thats the problem imo.

Mysogny for example i think isnt discussed as much when its a m/w vs m/w ship war or drama because as both ships have women it can't be used to slander the other ship. But when its drama between fans of a m/m and m/w it comes out alot again not because anyone really cares but because now because one ship lacks a woman it can be used as fodder for what people actually care about. Tearing down the other ship.

Again not that mlm fandom doesnt have mysogny. They definetly do. But they aren't mysogynistic because they ship two guys together. Thats not proof they hate women. Having a ship with women isnt proof that you aren't sexist towards women. There might be homophobia in fandoms of mlm ships and mysogny in fandoms of m/w ships.

But in the drama between a m/w and m/m ships that doesn't get brought up because no one cares if that problem can't be used to show that someone only doesn't ship your ship if they are bigoted against it. Who cares about misogyny if your ship is two guys? Who cares about homophobia if your ship is straight?

No one because they cared about the popularity of their ship not the actual issues.

Gonna under under the cut for length again.

This is a lot to read so I'm gonna respond paragraph by paragraph and hope for the best in terms of comprehension.

When it comes to media made about the LGBTQ+ community, you have to keep in mind when it was made, who made it, and who was it made for. And that it's been shown that straight women have had the same reactions to mlm content as straight men to wlw content. QaF was dumbfounded to find that the majority of their audience was straight women when the show's sex scenes were 95% between two or more men and yet that's what they ran with because hey, it got the views. The views of mlm and wlw content in the mainstream media before then was minimized, despite how fucked a lot of the other content could be. If by "most canon media" being directed at the male gaze being summer blockbusters, and more specifically comic book movies, then sure. If we step out of that box, then not really. The film examples you chose are interesting because BB is portrayed exactly how the author of the original short story wrote it which was meant to be heartbreaking since it was a tragic dramatic piece while JB has a woman who wrote and another woman who directed it while purposefully trying to allow to actress to have a level of sexuality without exploiting her as past directors have (also neither of the main characters are lesbians - one is bi, the other I think is straight but maybe questioning?).

The sexualization of wlw in modern western media is definitely a thing. I mean, the first Iron Man film has stewardesses on the private jet pole dancing if I remember correctly. It took until 2016 to stop sexualizing Scarlett in every movie: the changing scene in IM2, the lowered zipper in A1, the ass shot in Cap 2, the boob faceplant in AoU (in your third paragraph, but mentioning it here anyway). It's a joke that you know when a man directs a wlw indie film during the sex scenes. But the mlm equivalent did exist alongside it, and it's what kicked off the century.

Comics and their movies were always for men. The male bodies are male wish fulfilment for their physical appearance. The women are male wish fulfilment for their dream girls. Funnily enough, one of the least sexualized women in comics I've ever read is Sharon. She's rarely, if ever, drawn to be sexualized for the audience. I'm not even sure she's even been in those swimsuit issues Marvel did years ago. And it shows heavily that Marvel struggles to know how to appeal to women without being aggressively in your face about it. The best example of them appealing without pandering is WV, and the worst is the group shots the Russos did in IW and Endgame, especially the latter.

But the men get those poses in the movies too. Thor bathed shirtless for no reason in TDW. There's a scene in Endgame dedicated to talking about Steve's ass. Pratt in GotG. Rudd in Ant-Man. Most actors are expected to look good shirtless and put themselves through intense shit to look that way. So do the women, but they aren't doing it to have the glamor shots of their muscles. And the MCU is not the only film franchise like this. Most, if not all, franchises with majority or entirely male leads expects them all to look like bodybuilders. And I'm gonna take back that it's just for the male audience, because these bodies are meant to appeal to women who are intended to thirst for these actors too. They think these bodies is what will bring women to the theaters.

None of this will change, as you say, that women's sexualization is "constant and pervasive". The film industry is just a part of the larger whole of media. Television and advertising have a treatment of women that's beyond whatever you or I say because there are decades worth of shit to go through that would take dozens of essays worth of writing to fully divulge beyond "please stop it's gross".

Now DC is a whole other ballgame. They're pretty infamous for their artists' sexualization of heroines and villainesses. Harley, Ivy, and Selina are definitely pretty bad, but when I remember what I've seen drawn of Kara, Kori, or sometimes Barbara... But outside of one artist, I think Harley and Ivy as a couple have been drawn tamely. Can't say the same for Selina, because they just can't not draw every part of her body even when she's fully clothed.

I think it's hard not to talk about fandom misogyny outside of m/m ships because of how often popular m/m shippers have rooted their shipping into misogyny. And even with m/f ship wars, a lot of the time the "faulted" character is always the woman when majority of the time it's the man who sucks. I don't get why everyone is fighting for who should kiss Steve because Steve sucks and they'd be better off without him. But because Steve is the object of affection for our fave, we have to fight off everyone else.

Don't look at other fandoms for m/f ship wars. We don't appreciate how tame we were, even at our worst. I'm serious, I've seen so much worse.

I think why the topic of misogyny comes up more with m/m ships is because they follow a similar principle of the male characters being more developed in canon and fanon so it's who people gravitate towards.

There is definitely layers of homophobia in fandom, but there's many versions of how we see it. Homophobes who won't ship anything that's not m/f. Homophobes who ship m/m but won't support IRL rights. People who love m/m but abhor f/f, and vice-versa. The shippers who use them for personal fodder. But the sexism is more prevalent than the homophobia. And the racism way more than both combined.

And it does cause a lot of ammo, and much of it severely unjustified, in ship wars. Literally the bullshit I've seen pulled out of thin air to accuse Sharon of not being worthy because someone said she's a racist for [they literally had no reason just called her one because we said Sam and Sharon are friends because they are] and other nonsense.

The real world repercussions of the homophobia, the sexism, and the racism in fandom... there's just so much. Like we are all still people, and yet we decide because we hide behind screens to be antagonistic, and use homophobic, sexist, and racist shit to attack each other over ships just because we want to paint the other person as crazy, I guess? If you can't see that there are no enemies in ship wars and that the other side is still people, maybe you need to sit out and log off. It's baffling how often it still happens to people. Then it's no longer about ships, it's about who is an asshole.

I will say that Steve and Peggy vs Steve and Sharon is probably the only m/f ship war I've seen where misogyny is talked about. Is, not was, because it still is. Both sides call the others misogynistic. I don't think either side is, but you can see in individuals. Those who tweeted at a certain actress that she was a slut for kissing her costar certainly are though.

You are right that shipping m/m isn't inherently sexist. But tearing down women in those ships to prop up m/m has made me stop shipping certain characters altogether. People, seriously, we don't have to justify why we like them! We can just like them! And other characters can still exist! It's never been that deep.

And you're right, the popularity of the ship helps people ignore any deeper issues within them and this is a power used to silence valid criticism if it pops up.

(I hope I answered everything well for you.)

~Mod R

[liamscxtt]

Dear past me

Dear past me,

You’re in for one hell of my a ride, my dude — and as much as I would like to tell you that it’s a good one, I can’t.

Your life is going to be filled with more pain and heartache that one would argue is too much for any normal being to stand. You’re going to fall time and time again, and the person you want most to be the one to pick you back up won’t be there. Truth be told, you’re going to have to grow up, and you’re going to have to grow up FAST. Your whole world will change in just a matter of an hour; and everything about the world you once thought you knew so much about, will suddenly be different. Foreign, even. You will suddenly feel like the little boy you once were, running around and jumping off those monkey bars because you didn’t know how much the ground will hurt — just to fall down and start crying your eyes out because that shit hurt like a bitch.

I want to take a moment to tell you a few things, the first being: don’t take any part of life for granted. When your coach yells at you and tells you to do another sprint, don’t give him an attitude and just do that shit; that could be the last time you are able to run for a while. When your teacher desperately tries to do those corny group activities that are meant to hit deep into the soul, don’t make fun and take it seriously; those are the lessons that you’re going to take with you when you graduate. When that annoying english teacher gives you crap about the assignment you missed and causes you to sit out the next game, I’m not going to say don’t get mad because that’s hard to do, but try to understand where she’s coming from; turns out, she’s going to be the best teacher you’ve ever had, and you’ll one day realize she was just trying to look out for you and prepare you for the real world…and you’ll realize this when it’s too late.

And the biggest thing I want to say: when your parents want to do things together as a family, things you might find stupid like family game night or a trip to Dairy Queen, just do it, and stop fucking complaining about it; you don’t have that much more time to spend together as a unit. The Fantastic Four, they used to call us. When your sister wants to spend the whole day watching Harry Potter movies, you’re going to want to stab your eyes out with rusty nails, but still watch them — and actually pay attention; one day you’re going to watch them on your own and wish that you had remembered the fun facts she was so proud of knowing…the fun facts people like us don’t really care about. Enjoy your birthday, and enjoy celebrating it with your twin; one day, you’ll have the day all to yourself, and it won’t feel as great as you think it will. If anything, that’s the day you feel most alone, and long for the presence of your literal other half.

Savor each moment, William. Savor those Friday night lights out on the field. Savor the post-win dinners at the diner with your teammates and family. Savor all of the lessons that your teachers teach you, and ask lots and lots of questions about both school and life, especially the older ones — the know a lot, and they speak from experience. Savor those summer nights you spent with Grace and Sky making their lives a living hell and get them into as much trouble as you can — turns out, they’re your best friends, and the ones who will go to hell and back for you. Savor those family picnics and vacations…and savor your sisters sweet voice. Save every voicemail, video, anything you can so that voice doesn’t slip away into the depths of our memory. That’s going to be the sound that keeps you grounded whenever you feel like giving up.

There are days you’re going to absolutely hate everything and everyone, including yourself. There will be days where you pity yourself and assume that thing will be easier if you just give up. There will be days you don’t even want to be here anymore, because life is just too damn hard, painful, and lonely. Don’t ever give up, no matter what anyone tells you.

Because just as there are the bad days — and trust me, it seems like there are more bad than good — there are some days that are pretty bearable. You’re going to surprise yourself every single day with just how much you can do, and soon you’ll realize that although you’re broken, you’re a fucking survivor. Not a victim. A. Fucking. Survivor.

You’ll learn how to walk again, despite doctors telling you otherwise; walk, run, go on hikes — do everything you can, while you can. You’ll live out your sisters legacy by doing your absolute best in school, being kind to everyone around you, and living out her dreams of going to one of the top schools. And not only that, but you’ll be starting your second degree, when teachers in high school would’ve never even imagined you finishing off one. You won’t take shit from anyone, and you’ll put anyone and everyone in their place, but you’ll still have a bleeding heart for those who are dear to you. You’ll keep your cards close to your chest and won’t allow anyone to hurt you; nobody can hurt you as much as he hurt you.

You’re going to struggle, a lot. There will be times you’ll go days without a real meal, and there will be times you get absolutely no sleep, because campus security kicked you off campus and you saw a drug deal gone wrong on one of the side streets in downtown. You’ll have early morning just so you can shower and make yourself look like a decent human. You’ll live off of coffee, water, and protein bars. There will be days where you can only afford water and nothing else, but you’ll figure that shit out. You always do.

And remember this — 95% of people living on this earth would not be able to go through the shit you went through and make it out mentally sane or alive. You did that shit. Nobody else. You. Nobody will never be able to truly understand you, but you should be proud of the person you will become. Grace would.

You probably won’t read all of this, but I hope you take everything in when it’s happening. Because it’ll all be taken away from you, but you’ll be okay. You’re smiling and laughing a lot right now, and that smile will soon go away — but I hope you get it back soon. Now go bust your ass and get good grades without stealing Grace’s notes. Turns out, academic scholarships go a much longer way than athletic scholarships do.

Take care, number 12. There’s nothing in this world that can take you down.

With love,

The man who wished he knew better

#𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦: ask #𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦: musings #headcanon. #tw: death mention. #tw: mental health mention. #tw: homelessness. #this is private btw lol #but now i'm sad

[chocymilkandchill]

𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘕𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘯- (𝙣) 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟭.𝟱𝗸 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗙𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿: 𝗧𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗞𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝗢𝗖 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱.

“I just finished my book.” Katsumi entered Kira’s room unannounced. 

“That’s like the twentieth one this month.” Kira looked up from the show she had been watching. She was perched in front of a fan on her desk. She had a tank top on and jean shorts. For good reason too, it was 95 degrees outside. Kira had no intention of leaving her cool room, but she had a feeling she knew what was coming. It was the last week of summer vacation and Katsumi was adamant about making it the most fun she could. Well, Kira’s opinion about fun was a bit different than Katsumi’s.

“Guess what they did?” Kasumi bounced onto Kira’s unmade bed. 

“What did they do Katsumi?” Kira sighed, pausing the anime.

“They went to a carnival.” Katsumi hopped up and walked over to Kira’s closet.

“...Please tell me you did not spend last night finding a route to the nearest carnival by train.” Kira rolled her eyes knowing why Katsumi had snapped her a picture of her three iced coffees from this morning.

“Hell yeah. And we’re going, so find something cute to wear. I’ll be back at 12:30 and 

we can go get bubble tea and lunch before going.” Katsumi smiled sweetly, reminding Kira 

that she could not back out, before running home.

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“Kiri-chan open up.” Katsumi was pounding on Kira’s door.

“Kacchan you’re so annoying.” Kira laughed and opened the door.

“Let this adventure begin!” Katsumi pointed in the general direction of the nearest train station, skipping off. 

The train was quiet and hot, the soft hum of the wheels on the rails providing a metallic sound to fill the compartment. The vibrant green trees flashing by the windows. The train eventually rolled into the city, the trees being replaced with towering buildings. Once the train came to a stop, Kira looked over to her friend’s face that was sparkling with anticipation.

“Where are we?” Kira asked, once the girls stepped into the bustling train station.

“Shizuoka Prefecture.” Katsumi unconsciously grabbed the cuff of Kira’s sleeve, a habit she had when she was in crowded places with another person.

“Where’s that again?” Kira squinted in the bright sunlight as they stepped out of the station and into the city.

“Well, UA High School is here, for reference.” Katsumi recalled.

“Oh, I know where we are then.” Kira nodded.

“Let’s get the Boba?” Katsumi suggested and Kira nodded in agreement.

The streets were crowded and Kira only lost Katsumi twice before they made it to the tea shop. Once the teas were ordered and paid for, the girls hopped in the waiting area. 

“I hope we got everyone’s orders right.” A loud pink haired and skinned girl next to Kira caught her attention.

“Oh my.” Kira’s eyes widened.

“Kira?” The girl screeched.

“Mina!” Kira yelled back and hugged her friend.

“Kira! It’s been so long! Why are you in Shizuoka?” Mina laughed.

“Well, Kacchan planned to take us to the carnival here.” Kira stepped to the side and motioned to her friend.

“Kacchan?” Mina giggled and her friend beside her tensed.

“Hello.” Katsumi waved before having her attention stolen by their orders being called. “Kiri-chan c’mon out tea’s here.” Katsumi tugged on Kira’s sleeve, slightly annoyed that her friend wasn’t paying her any attention at the moment.

“Do you wanna hang out with us today? We can show you around before the carnival.” Mina suggested.

“That sounds like so much fun!” Kira smiled, grabbing her tea from a pouting Katsumi.

Once all the orders were collected, Mina and Kira led their other friends out of the shop.

Great, I’m stuck with this grumpy boy. Katsumi frowned lightly, peeking at the boy she 

was walking next to.

“What the hell are you looking at?” The spiky haired boy glowered at Katsumi and Katsumi raised her eyebrows.

“What’s your name? I’m Katsumi but I suppose you could call me Kacchan.” Katsumi smiled lightly, eyeing the large group of people they were slowly approaching. 

“No, that’s a dumb nickname I hate it.” The boy replied.

“Okay, but what’s your name.” Katsumi pressed.

“Bakugou. Why are you so eager to know?” Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“No reason.” Katsumi replied shakily. She had just met this boy but they were approaching a crowd and Kira was walking up ahead. Katsumi tried not to grab the hem of his shirt, but her hands just found their way there.

“Don’t touch me ugly shithead.” Bakugou shoved Katsumi away from him.

“Sorry-” Katsumi started, but lost balance from the shove and was immediately lost in the crowd. Bakugou paused, wide eyed. Kira and Mina were a few feet up ahead. Should he go tell them that their friend was lost? Or should he look for Katsumi on his own?

Bakugou decided on the former and jogged up to the two girls.

“Oi, dumbasses. Your friend fell and got lost in the crowd of people back there.” Bakugou trailed off at meeting Kira’s eyes. There was something so weird that came over him. Why was he staring? Bakugou pulled his eyes away from hers only to hear Kira curse. 

“How could you lose her? Aren’t you supposed to be a hero in training?” Kira’s words were angry and laced with venom. Bakugou looked up at her immediately. People don’t usually talk back to him. He smirked for a second at Kira, before remembering that he lost her best friend in a crowded city.

“I swear to god, boys are useless.” Kira nudged Mina while giggling.

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” Bakugou yelled and shoved his face in front of Kira’s.

“I’m just kidding.” Kira lightly tapped her forehead against Bakugou’s before sighing and setting off to look for her friend.

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The night was cooler than the day had been, and there were blurs of colors flashing in all directions. For someone easily distracted like Katsumi, Kira was constantly checking up on her friend. Right now, the group was sitting on a bench, the three girls eating cotton candy and the boys making Bakugou angry. Kira and Katsumi met Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero after finding Katsumi when she got lost.

“It’s getting late.” Kirishima called out to his friends.

“You’re right.” Mina sighed, sadly.

“Can we go on the Ferris Wheel before we go?” Katsumi suggested.

“Sure! I’ll race you.” Mina giggled, and Katsumi, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero all started running after the giant ride. 

“You’re not gonna run?” Kira looked over at Bakugou.

“No, that’s stupid.” Bakugou glanced to the side at the girl next to him. “You’re not?”

“I’ve got this.” Kira held up the prize Bakugou had won earlier but insisted that he 

didn’t want it and Kira should have it.

A silence filled the space between the two, and Kira decided she liked it.

The air was even colder as they ascended into the sky. Bakugou and Kira ended up having to share a cart because they didn’t run over fast enough to partner with anyone else.

“Your phone number.” Kira broke the silence. “Can I have it?” 

“...no.” Bakugou decided.

“I know you wanna keep in touch.” Kira smiled, shaking the stuffed prized slightly.

“No I do not.” Bakugou crossed his arms. Of course he did, but he knew she would just be a distraction.

“Look at how high up we are.” Kira pointed down at the city below them.

“Wow, amazing.” Bakugou smirked at how excited she looked.

“I wish these bars weren’t here,” Kira grabbed the safety cage, “so I could push you and your horrible attitude out of the cart.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU DAMN NERD?” Bakugou shoved his face close to hers and Kira couldn’t help but smirk and say, 

“You can’t help but wanna be close to me, huh Darling?” Kira leaned forward so their noses touched, and then pulled back. Bakugou seemed to be malfunctioning, and sadly they had reached the end of the ride and Kira couldn’t admire how cute he was when he wasn’t talking.

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The train ride home was pretty. As they left the city, Kira stared at the stars that faded into view. The gilded sky brought her no clarity to how she felt about Bakugou. She just met him? How could she know how to feel? But she would probably never see him again, so she would be better off forgetting him. 

“Koi no yokan.” Katsumi glanced at her friend who was deep in thought.

“God bless you?” Kira raised an eyebrow.

“No, koi no yokan. It explains how I feel right now, and I think for you too.” Katsumi clarified.

“Well, how do you feel? How do I feel?” Kira furrowed her brows.

“It’s the feeling upon first meeting someone that you will inevitably fall in love with them, kiri-chan.” Katsumi touched her lips lightly with her fingers.

“Kacchan...who are you falling in love with?!” Kira’s eyes widened.

“It’s a secret.” Katsumi winked.

“You little-” Kira was cut off by a phone notification. She pulled out her device to see a text on her screen from an unsaved number.

 Unknown: 𝘖𝘪, 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.

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