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whiskersz · 3 months

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AH OMG (I'm the one who requested the husk coworker one! If you wanna call me anything 💜 is fine!) I LOVE IT OMG PLEASE DO A PART TWO ITS SO CUTE

Good day, 💜!! Here's your part 2, you weren't the only one who asked for it! I hope you enjoy, I'm quite proud of this one even if it's just double the length of the original - no warnings, just fluffiness :3

Here's Part 1 for anyone who hasn't read it yet!

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Actions Speak Louder - Part 2

You’d think the night following your first kiss with the demon you’ve had a soft spot on for a while would be full of wonder, hours spent daydreaming about what you and him could possibly become after this, and well, in a sense it kind of is.

At first the giddiness about it all is what’s keeping you awake; no matter how many times you toss and turn in your bed, or how many times you try to engage in an activity such as reading or simply staring at the ceiling waiting for tiredness to take over you... nothing seems to be working.

But, as time inevitably passes, something else becomes the reason why you can’t get to sleep. The room adjacent to yours happens to be Husk’s, but he doesn’t seem to be having as much trouble falling asleep as you are: in fact, he’s snoring so loudly that you can barely hear your own thoughts at this point.

You even wonder what makes you love him at some point, this should probably be your last straw – jokingly, of course. It would be a little silly if you really couldn’t sleep all night because of his snoring, so at what you guess is probably way too late of a time to be doing this you lazily get up from your bed, wrapping a blanket around your form, and make your way in front of Husk’s door.

Something about Husk that makes you appreciate him a lot is how he doesn’t lock his room at night; it doesn’t seem like much, rather it’s probably unsafe and not a good idea overall, but he knows not to fear most of the residents of the Hotel anyways and his reasoning for it is rather sweet; sometimes, someone will have a particularly rough night, and he’s open to hearing them out at any hour. He wouldn’t want to miss the knock on his door, so he just prefers leaving it open in the first place.

So you open it, careful not to make too much noise as everyone else is probably sleeping as well; you navigate through the room with difficulty, as the only light source happens to be the red moon outside of the window, but eventually your knee touches something soft that you’re safe to assume is the bed...the snoring seems awfully close too, after all.

You whisper, “Husk, hey.”

Too quiet, doesn’t seem to be working. You try being louder and gently shaking his shoulder.

“Husk, you’re snoring, wake up...”

There’s a grumble coming from him and finally the snoring stops, your ears thanking you profusely. He mumbles something before you hear him shift and sitting up, his tail accidentally brushing against your leg in the process.

“What...who is it?” he asks, voice deeper than usual; your heart might have skipped a beat. He struggles for a bit but he eventually manages to reach the lamp on his night table, turning it on; “Oh, ‘s you-“

“Yeah, sorry, you were...snoring very loud.” Suddenly it dawns on you how awkward this conversation is, especially with everything that happened earlier in the evening; “Just make sure you sleep on your side or something, man.”

“Ah, shut it...” he retorts, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

You stretch tiredly and turn on your heels to leave his room and go back to yours, pretending the snoring was your biggest issue, but his tail unexpectedly wraps around your ankle, almost making you trip and make a fool of yourself.

“...Stay for a bit, will ya?”

“...Oh, sure thing. You’re not upset I woke you up?” You ask, sitting down next to him. Silence fills the room, before he groans and mumbles something. Your eyebrow arches;

“Can’t really hear you, I’m exhausted.”

“I said, I was dreaming ‘bout you anyways. So it’s like...”

You patiently wait for him to continue, a blush spreading across your cheeks. The light from the lamp is fairly dim, so hopefully he doesn’t catch that – he’s looking away anyways.

“Ah, whatever.”

“No, now I...kind of want to know.”

“It’s like, better to have you actually here. See I was a romantic once, now it jus’ doesn’t hit the same.”

“Oh.” Is the only thing you manage to let out. He’s just about to tell you to go back to sleep and forget about it, when your lips part once again; “Well, it kinda does hit. I was thinking about you too, after all.”

“Ah.” It’s his turn to be speechless. You’re not really sure what to do, all you want to do is honestly lie down next to him and cuddle into his soft chest – that would be kind of out of pocket though, you guess, but tiredness is taking over.

“Listen. What...”

“What are we, Husk?”

You ask in unison, surprising each other in the process. He blinks at you, and you blink back, both waiting for an answer from the other. You guess he’s been romantic enough tonight, asking you to stay and confessing to have been dreaming about you, so it’s your turn now.

“This is silly, I could’ve waited until tomorrow to talk to you about this, but I just...am impatient, I guess. I really enjoy your company-“ It’s like the hours at the bar fly by when we’re working together, you want to say, “Certainly more than I enjoy a friend’s. The kiss was also...something I’ve been waiting for. B-But if you want to give it time...!”

“I’m fine.” He immediately replies, “Really. Don’t think I’ve ever felt more comfortable. Which is weird ‘cause I’m surrounded by sinners and owned by an Overlord, but with you I forget all that.”

In the end, none of you ends up answering the original question out loud. You guess you both already know by the way your hand fits so well into his own; by the way he gently cups your face, retracting his claws to avoid hurting you, and kisses you once again, ever so cautiously.

In love, that is what you are.

#husk x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #husk hazbin hotel #husker x reader #husker #part 2

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spamhappyface · 2 years

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Aromatic Summer| H.P.

Pairings: Harry James Potter x Fem!Reader Word Count:2.1k

WARNINGS: SMUT, praise kink, oral (m receiving, slightly aggressive) deep throat, kinda sir kink! Sub!Harry (kinda) Dom!reader Characters are of age! Plotless…

It wasn't a surprise that Amy's mother, Teresa, sometimes didn't treat her like a typical teenager. Teresa had made the decision to send Amy to Privet Drive for the summer to take care of Harry after the recent incident. Amy and Harry were more than just friends; they had lost their virginity to each other a couple of months ago. However, they had agreed to keep their relationship strictly platonic since then.

A lot had changed since Harry became the Hogwarts champion for the Triwizard Tournament. The death of Viktor Krum, Amy's childhood best friend, had left her in shock. She had witnessed his lifeless body during their duel, and it had deeply affected her. Despite being only fifteen years old, Amy's mother somehow expected her to play the role of Harry's therapist, even though it wasn't her responsibility.

Amy believed her mother was joking when she approached Mr. Dursley with a card from Dumbledore at King's Cross Station. The card stated that she would be spending two weeks with the Dursleys since Teresa was Harry's godmother. The Dursleys, filled with apprehension after reading the card, reluctantly agreed to accommodate Amy.

Meanwhile, the last thing Amy wanted was to spend her summer with abusive Muggles like the Dursleys, who seemed to be just as bad as her own mother, if not worse. The initial days with Harry were far from what she had anticipated. Amy longed for solitude and craved being in the comfort of her own home, or at least with her parents and her little sister. Being at Privet Drive felt like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.

Despite her disdain for the Dursleys, Amy knew how to mask her true feelings and behave appropriately in front of ignorant Muggles. She had grown up in the North American Magical community and had attended Ilvermorny, giving her a unique perspective and a deeper understanding of Muggle life, including political views. She had engaged in many insightful debates with the Dursleys, or so she thought, until a particular conversation she had with Harry.

"To be fair, Amy, you look alright, but..." Harry started, trying to convince her to wear something else.

"I know,” she said happily.

"Why don't you try my jacket?" he suggested casually, fetching it from his wardrobe.

"Are you joking?!" she exclaimed, giggling. "We're... how hot is it?"

"Dunno!" Harry raised his voice for a moment before calming down. "Look, it's just that I reckon you should wear something different. Dudley's mates are proper wankers. They're bound to say something, and you know we don't want to get into any bloody trouble—"

"Oh, come on, Harry. It's just a sundress. My mom bought it for me, she chose it, and I'm going to wear it. I look hot and—" Amy said firmly to Harry, then caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and was surprised. "Oh, Merlin's beard! Why don't I have a boyfriend or something? I would totally date myself, damn..."

Harry seemed a bit bewildered by her comment but carried on expressing his concerns.

"Yeah, and you look lovely. Look, Amy, you're stunning. You've got a beautiful smile, gorgeous eyes, stunning hair, and a brilliant personality. But I'm dead serious, please. I'm saying this 'cause I care about you, and those blokes are daft as a brush. They even smoke weed, and sometimes they— I don't wanna get in any trouble for defending you."

"Oh, Harry," Amy said, her cheeks slightly reddening. "Thanks for the compliments, but I know how to handle myself. You don't have to worry about it. Come on, let's go swing!"

“But you’re wearing a dress–”

Unexpectedly, Amy lifted her dress up to her belly, revealing a pair of black spandex shorts.

“It’s called shorts, you know?” she said a bit annoyed by his behavior, putting it down again.

Amy stormed out of Harry's room, filled with anger, and stomped her way downstairs with Harry trailing behind her. As they descended, Amy couldn't help but notice the way Mr. Dursley was staring at her, causing her to feel increasingly uncomfortable. Mrs. Dursley, on the other hand, seemed to be giving her a deathly glare as they continued their stride.

"Where are you two off to, then?" Mr. Dursley inquired, his tone almost gleeful.

"The park," Harry responded icily, heading towards the door, while Amy offered a forced smile, feeling awkward under the scrutiny.

"Are you really letting her go out like that? People will start asking questions!" Mrs. Dursley muttered with disapproval.

"Let them, dear. Let the lad have some normal company. The girl looks perfectly normal to me. Besides, now they'll think the boy's managed to find himself a girlfriend!" Mr. Dursley retorted.

"Then, aren't you going to say something to her?! That dress is simply..." Mrs. Dursley began, her voice trailing off.

"I'm not her father, dear. She can wear whatever she pleases. And... it's not like I care enough to notice," he murmured the last part, barely audible.

Amy quickly realized that her physical appearance was one of the main reasons why Mr. Dursley treated her with a bit more kindness. She overheard their conversation without much effort, as they weren't exactly discreet with their voices. However, she didn't care. She loved the blue floral sundress and how it made her feel. Yes, she attracted some unwanted attention from older men with their stares and whistles, but she refused to change herself for them. It wasn't the first time she had experienced such behavior, and she wasn't about to let it dictate her choices.

Throughout their days together, Amy and Harry found themselves engaged in similar activities—going to the park and returning home. It was only for a two-week period, as Amy's mom would soon come to pick her up, and she eagerly anticipated that moment. It wasn't that Amy was being selfish regarding Harry's well-being; it was simply that she believed she needed to help herself before she could effectively assist him. However, after a few days, she pushed her own emotions aside to be there for Harry, to listen to his feelings, and yes, even their shared hormones often made it difficult to maintain control.

For Amy, life was too short to wait around for Ron forever, pondering whether or not he liked her. So it was either him or his best friend.

"Can I?" Harry gasped, his chest heaving, their conversation interrupted by kisses.

Constant friction was made in her entry for her little shorts of spandex against Harry’s old jeans, the hot summer wasn’t helping these two teenagers without the supervision of serious adults who actually could take care of them. Amy smirked at his comment while she kept making circles on his dressed cock, taking his wrists desperate to put them directly in her tits. Harry gasped one more time between the frantic kisses, he was in heaven.

“You like it?” she asked vigorously.

“Y- Yes… I like it” he said breathless “I love it”

Amy smiled at his answer, moving his wrists to her hips. A more confident Harry moved his hands a bit more where her butt cheeks were squishing them, Amy go faster at her pace and harry got his hands under the fabric of her spandex shorts.

“You’re not wearing any underwear?” he asked briskly.

“Maybe, I don’t know. Is that a problem?” she asked teasingly.

“No, no. it’s better like that… Unless you don’t–”

“Are you asking me to have sex with you, Mr. Potter?” she asked naughtily.

Harry was speechless for the first time in a long time, of course, he wanted to, he would be mental if he didn’t want to. His jaw dropped for the small he felt for Amy’s buoyancy and self-assure she had.

“Y- yes…” he tumbled.

“Oh, Mr. Potter you don’t have to be shy with me. I’ll do whatever you want, how can I help you?” she asked with her eyes fixed on him, now touching slowly above the fabric of his jeans in his cock, getting slowly under the cloth.

“Amy, I don’t have any contraceptives…”

She knew it would be dumb if she says, «Don’t come inside me», there was still a little percentage of her getting pregnant for a normal teenager, but she wasn’t normal, first of all, she was a witch and the assistant of Madame Pomphrey in the hospital wing that had though her a lot of stuff.

“It’s ok, just don’t come inside of me, Harry. And we have to be quiet, right?”

Harry nod hurriedly his head in understanding.

“Are you ok with not coming inside of me, Harry?” she smirked innocently.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s ok, Amy,” he said panting. “. Everything you do it’s ok”

“Really?” she asked, and he nodded in response “so, it’s ok if I just…” she raised her eyebrows, going down on him.

Her soft hands traveled under his shirt gently caressing his naked abs, leaving him wanting more, with a high libido. Amy left him a few small kisses in it and Harry looked at her to realize that she was doing a path in which he was dying of pleasure in a desperate way for his panoramic view and his sensitive skin. Sitting on his lap while her curly hair fell over her face while wet kisses ran through his abs. Harry took her soft hair into a messy bun, letting her long eyelashes and soft kisses do the job, his chest grew rapidly, warming up from the girl’s kisses. And when she finished, Harry observed that she had traced a heart in his abs, it caused him so much pleasure to feel her on his lap that he made his head back, pushing his cock a little towards the entrance of the girl, who had liked the reaction while licking her lips, making more friction on her clitoris circling against Harry’s cock. He lifted her black orchid sundress to her belly, caressing it as she lowered the spaghetti straps of her shoulders.

“Can I, do it?” she asked beautifully.

“Please, Amy,” he begged.

Passing the button on his jeans to the back, unbuttoning it, almost slow burning for Harry’s needs and desires; his heartbeat had increased almost dangerously, even though it wasn’t the first time he had done something intimate with Amy – it would be his second time – he just felt the same excitement that the first time.

In the past, Harry had no idea what he was doing, he just lived in the moment, and every time he was with her, he felt out of the world. As of now, he was begging her to suck him and fuck him too.

“Are you sure, Harry? Do you want me to do it?” she asked, caressing with her hand the bulge of Harry’s pants, the cotton fabric was giving it a better sensation.

“Please Amy, just do it, please”

“Hm…” she pretends to think about it for a second, her belly was asking her for something else just than fingers, desperately for something thicker, Harry’s cock.

“Please, I need you, I want you!”

She smiled at him, satisfied “Well, there’s a lot of people who need me…”

“Please, Amy, I want you!”

She smirked mischievously rolling her eyes, noticing that the sunset was happening, and the beautiful sun was hiding behind the horizon.

“Ok, I’m gonna help you, Harry. D’ you want that?”

“Yes, that’s what I want, please! It hurts!”

Amy shook her head smiling, with the help of harry hip trusting to take down his jeans and then his pants, showing the now awake cock of harry, it had a little curve that make it go up to his abs, and a bit of white precum was on the tip of it a little bushy but Amy didn’t care at that moment, his cock was hard and ready to be in action. She took it with one of her hands and the other massaging Harry’s thigh, spitting in his cock almost immediately, stroking it briefly.

“Oh my god… Amy, just like that!” Harry gasped.

Stroking in it up and down with no mercy in the fast that harry would come with the visual he had of her boobs falling in front of him, not letting her go making pressure with his legs.

“Just take it out all on me”

“Oh, darling…” Harry groans “you do it so good… you take me so well”

And for some reason that motivated Amy to put it in her mouth, suck it and taste it with her tongue ‘salty’ she thought. Going up and down as her eyes start to fill with tears, sometimes she never thought about, was Harry pushing her head down to his hard venous cock.

“Ah… keep going!” harry bellowed, pushing her head harshly to his cock “that’s it, there… there”

Amy didn’t even complain about this, she was turned on, that she was masturbating with harry knee going in infinite circles. But before Harry could come, he took off her mouth his cock, switch the position quickly with a close of eyes, and cum in Amy’s belly. Groaning and gasping about how good it was, landing in front of her, kissing her lips

“You did it soo good, darling, so good. Good girl”

And that turned something on inside of Amy, maybe the way he quickly switches her to the bottom of the bed or the way he had talked to her.

“Did I, Mr. Potter?”

#harry potter #hogwarts #harry potter smut #harry potter imagine #harry james potter #harry potter series #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry james potter smut

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pool-of-gwens · 2 months

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the unofficial rules of reading comic books (in my completely unqualified opinion)

1. do not start by reading Alan Moore comics (speaking from experience,, they're good but I would recommend getting used to the medium and understanding the social context of them first)

2. adapt to any new information given and accept that you will likely never fully understand everything

3. you will eventually find that comic writer that you hate with a burning passion (everyone has one) (and if you don't, you will)

4. new 52 fucking sucks (there are a few exceptions)

5. sometimes they will set up a storyline and then drop it

6. you do not need to understand the context of everything you read

7. you do not have to read everything in order

8. most comics have arcs of about 5-6 issues, these will likely come out at trade paperbacks or graphic novels later

9. YOUR LOCAL LIBRARY HAS GRAPHIC NOVELS!!!

10. try not to get stuck, I know it's easy to just read batman or just read marvel comics but please try to branch out or try something new,,,, reading only X-Men is fun and all but sometimes you gotta read some Blue Beetle too

11. other comic fans have different opinions to you, that's fine

12. every single comic has a biggest fan and a biggest hater (this is okay)

13. support your local comic shop/comic fairs

14. comics can be very dumb

15. the biggest difference between Marvel and DC is the name of the publisher

16. most DC writers/artists have written/drawn Marvel comics and most Marvel writers/artists have written/drawn DC comics

17. You should check out other comic publishers like IDW, Archie, Dark Horse or Image,, or even check out local comic makers in your area

18. canon is the things that stay the same when a different person writes a character

19. at some point every comic fan will read these comics, House of M, Watchmen, One of DC's many Crisis Events, a Marvel comic where The Phoenix Ruins Everything, the Comic you Hate Most in the World, Probably Something Written By Stan Lee and The Sandman

20. no one stays dead except Bucky Barnes, Jason Todd and Uncle Ben

21. the nineties in comics were the nineties in comics

22. you must read comics that don't have batman in it (please I'm begging you)

23. your favourite cartoon was likely inspired by comics (or written by) a comic writer

24. someone else has a completely different interpretation of your favourite character (and both interpretations can co-exist) (it is the nature of a medium that has so many creators telling stories about the same characters for details to contradict sometimes)

25. comics are artforms, they tell stories, they can be beautiful and thought provoking and gut wrenching and heart breaking and hopeful (or they can be none of these things)

26. questioning character choices, small details and information given in the comics you read is the first step to analysing and engaging with the material (so you think batman should kill??? now think about why he doesn't.) (you believe magneto is right??? now tell me why he's considered a villain)

27. sometimes it's deeper than you think

28. sometimes it isn't

29. remember the names of the writers and artists you love, too often comic creators are under appreciated

30. Jeff is people too

(feel free to add more)

#might add more later #comics #marvel #dc comics #batman #x-men #the avengers #jeff the land shark #long post

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aidansplaguewind · 7 days

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curious why you don’t like bdsm? i want to change my mind

First, this is going to be long.

That's kind of an odd question because the way you ask it is as though it's something literally everyone is into. Like saying, "I'm curious why you don't like sex."

It just doesn't do anything for me. It doesn't turn me on. It doesn't make horny. And, I try not to kink shame here so keep in mind you DID ask why I don't like it. As in ME, personally. And when someone asks, I tell the truth and the whole truth.

It's always seemed a little ridiculous and silly to me. I mean, I do like to draw out orgasms as long as possible/orgasm denial to a point, which is one particular thing that can sometimes be considered BDSM but I don't know why because to me that DOES seem like something everyone should do. The longer the delay, the more powerful it is. I don't like quick orgams. I mean, I don't DISLIKE them, they're ok, but good God are they nowhere close to what they can be if you delay them. I don't know why anyone would wanna settle for that when they could have so much MORE! It's one of the reasons I prefer my own fingers or non vibrating toys to vibrating toys. Because they make you cum too fast and it's not as strong.

I don't get why people DO like BDSM. For one, I have a big issue with being tied up and shit. I was abused as a kid and I've yet to meet anyone I trust enough to let them have that control over me. Cuz who knows what they'd do, right? And I wouldn't be able to stop them. And if you reverse it to where I was in charge....nah. I'm cool with my guy being on the bottom and letting me lead in that sense of submissiveness but I'm just not terribly turned on by completely dominating a man. It's just not my thing.

And just the terminology, Dom and sub...just no. I know cringe is a fading word now but that shit legitimately makes me cringe. It sounds so fucking corny.

I have no desire to engage in a kind of sex where a possible handbook or contract may be needed. Where guidelines have to be set, where there is a list of rules. It feels so unsexy, unromantic and unreal. Not spontaneous at all.

I'm sure you've figured out by now that I am NOT a fan of Fifty Shades of Grey. And, while I'm sure not everyone who engages in BDSM signs a contract, if you're doing it safely to protect both parties then there are usually always rules. Because people can actually get hurt engaging in bdsm.

And that's another thing, I don’t get any satisfaction out of causing people pain. Nor do I get any from pain. My life has been painful enough on its own. I want my sex to be fucking pure pleasure. Mind blowing pleasure.

And to be honest with you, there is nothing you or anyone can say to convince me that a Dom male can be trusted and is someone who doesn't enjoy harming others. NOTHING you can say. Met too many men in my life. I don’t want a man like that. Men that like having that much control are gross. Period. They can't be trusted. Controlling men are a huge turn off for me. Fucking HUGE turn off.

Personally, I feel like anyone who NEEDS that much control, male or female, has some much deeper issues at play.

For people out there that think sex is always boring without BDSM, then you haven’t had good sex yet my friend. Sex can still be plenty kinky, nasty, and all that without bdsm.

But the simplest answer to your question is that nothing about BDSM makes me wet, so why WOULD I like it?

What I'd like to know, is out of all the people on Tumblr who say they're into it, how many have actually participated in it outside of reading fanfic about it? And the reason I ask this is that, something in fan fic might get you hot but the reality can be SO much different.

There are things I've read about Petyr doing in fanfic that have turned me on but if he tried doing that shit to me in reality it would scare the shit out of me. One thing in particular that I know many women get hot for but I won't say the word on here because I didn’t put a trigger warning.

So, if you haven’t ever actually done it, think about what I just said.

#anon

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femmesandhoney · 2 months

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Hey I hope this isn't too annoying of an ask, but literally how are you so happy at college? You're like the student I want to be, you're always posting on here about your classes and you're so engaged and seem so into it. Every semester for me is just another couple months of the time passing and panicking. I'm either completely paralyzed in bed or I'm crying in bed. Like, how do you seem so good at this?

it's not all sunshine and rainbows believe me. even my best friend has told me i come off as someone who "has it all figured out", but i often do not feel the same lol, i miss assignments, i stress out and procrastinate until the last minute, i get drained from all the work mentally and physically. all the regular college shit. outside of that tho, i legitimately love learning and interacting with others who are interested in what i like and who i can learn from. that's usually what keeps me happy! i love the people i meet in my classes, i like group discussions, i like being introduced to new things, i love my profs and take all the classes i can with them. generally, im just friendly w people in my classes and that makes me enjoy going to them, and i take classes i enjoy, and if they're reqs i don't care for, i always try to take something out of the experience.

some people do not find learning for the sake of learning fun, but i do, which makes even the roughest days okay, but that doesn't mean the tedious and demanding aspects of college curricula do not wear me down too. i decided to wait to go to grad school bc im exhausted! i am tired and need a break from always having another damn assignment to do and another article to read 😭 those things are taxing, and i already have bad self discipline habits, so you can imagine i often make stuff harder for myself than they need to be. the only reason i get good grades is bc im smart and have a relatively easy time understanding the subjects i study. if i take anything outside my favorite academic areas, like say the natural resources class i took a few years ago, that shit had me crying every damn day lmao.

so yeah, i just enjoy learning for learning sake, but also i like academia and going thru the motions of a classroom experience is fun to me for all the reasons i listed, including the fact i want to be a college professor and just enjoy that atmosphere a lot. i would wager if you're constantly frustrated by your college experience, maybe analyze a bit deeper on what you most dislike? is it specific profs, the people in ur classes, the subject material itself? if theres anything you can try and control to make it more agreeable for you, always take the opportunity, tho ik its not always possible. im lucky that all my areas of study have naturally wonderful people drawn to them (especially the international studies students!), but ik some majors can draw less nice people sometimes :( which can make ur experience harder than it should be. or some people legitimately do not enjoy the institutions that are schools and what they traditionally demand from a person, which is completely understandable. my best friend didn't go to college bc she barely graduated high school bc she hated attending and never turned in her hw. some people just do not thrive in such strict school environments for many reasons. but whatever your case is, i hope you have easier semesters in the future if you continue, no one should ever be so stressed from a class that they cry over it. i think thats a failure of a class and a professor when that occurs, and a sign of a bad class/prof rather than a bad student.

#im writing this at 2am i hope its not typo ridden

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bright-eyed · 4 days

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Now, perhaps more than ever, I read to find solace and meaning. And so, in the search for some shelter from "the wrackful siege of battering days," I submit Beowulf. My purpose here is simple: I want you to love Beowulf. I want you to find it as moving and significant as I do. For those who have not read the poem, this small book will serve as an invitation and introduction. For those who have read the poem, but found little of interest, this is a plea to reconsider. For those who already know and love the poem, I hope this short study will further deepen that pleasure.

Why should you bother to read Beowulf? This is not a flippant question. Life is brief and there are far too many good books to read in a lifetime, not to mention other pressing pleasures and responsibilities. What can reading Beowulf possibly offer? My answer: you should read Beowulf because it is a deeply humanist work; that is, Beowulf is a work of art that searches out, and attempts to address, the most fundamental question: what does it means to be human — medieval or modern — in this world around us? If reading is to be more than simple diversion, then for what other reason should we read, if not to be inspired and transformed and to test our sense of life's capacities? Beowulf needs to be championed as a moving literary experience; we need to understand (or be reminded) why Seamus Heaney called the poem a "work of the greatest imaginative vitality," a "work of art [that] lives in its own continuous present, equal to our knowledge of reality in the present time," a poem with an honoured "place in world art.”

Beowulf has been one of my companions for a long time. I'm quite sure my first introduction to it was sometime in the mid-1970s, when I was about ten years old, in the short but potent adaptation for children by Anne Terry White in The Golden Treasury of Myths and Legends (enhanced by the wonderful illustrations of Alice and Martin Provensen). I first read and studied the full poem (in Michael Swanton's translation) in school when I was sixteen. Since then, I have read it for personal pleasure and taught it to a wide variety of students, in translation and in the original language, for over thirty years. I cannot, in fact, ever remember not having read or known Beowulf or having it as a part of my deeper self; Emerson's comment on his connection to Montaigne's Essays describes something of my own feelings about the poem: "It seemed to me as if I had myself written the book in some former life, so sincerely it spoke to my thought and experience."

However, I certainly understand that mine is perhaps not the typical experience. Like so many great works, Beowulf's appeal can be difficult, but we should not be hasty to dismiss difficult experiences, especially of books. We can be too quick to press the "like/dislike" button. In a well-known passage, Lionel Trilling turns this kind of judgement upside-down:

... a real book reads us. I have been read by Eliot's poems and by Ulysses and by Remembrance of Things Past and by The Castle for a good many years now, since early youth. Some of these books at first rejected me; I bored them. But as I grew older and they knew me better, they came to have more sympathy with me and to understand my hidden meanings. Their nature is such that our relationship has been very intimate.

How refreshing I always find that passage! When we engage with a book, the experience is not one-way — not just the reader evaluating and judging the book. Rather, we interface with that entity we call "Beowulf," or "King Lear," or "Pride and Prejudice," and those books read us, as much as we read them. I do not feel I've ever been rejected by Beowulf, but it has taken decades of effort to more fully unlock the poem, to make myself the kind of reader worthy of the book. I hope these chapters will hasten that process for readers willing to make themselves open and vulnerable to that experience.

— Andrew Scheil, Beowulf—A Poem

#so i went to my advisor's home for a party and picked this off her shelf and read this introduction and took pics of every page on my phone #anyway sorry to andrew scheil for posting this i hope he's not bothered about the copyright but the whole thing is fascinating #so 100 more pages where that came from #it's just so beautiful #and so captivatingly well-put #it mirrors so many things that i've thought but that are difficult to explain #w #favorites #kennapost

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I think you're super cool! Your ideas on SAF have given me a deeper and more thoughtful appreciation on it. Every time I read a headcanon/idea I'm like 'yeah that totally tracks' and 'oh god you're so right, I'm crying.' Sometimes, I wish I could also engage with all the conversations, but I'm not very good with words woops.

I really like hearing what you have to say cause I've gotten so invested in these spies and their place in history. And it's great having other people get invested in them too (P.S. you should totally talk about the Hollywood ten and the committee on the first amendment, I'd be so interested in reading that)

Thank you!! One thing I really love about this fandom is that its small and tightly knit, and even when we have diverging headcanons there's a real sense of us all trying our best to figure these guys out. To get at what makes them tick, to theorize about their relationship. And we all sort of pick up on each other's headcanons and build on them, art and writing gets made discussing them, influencing the next wave of SAF fans.

Like I think I mentioned rejection sensitive dysphoria for Curt as a joke a few times, then wrote some serious headcanons about it, and now it's a thing I've seen several people discuss because it feels true for that character. And there are definitely things I've picked up from other fans and just tucked into how I see Curt and Owen. It's a very collaborative environment, and it makes it really easy to be creative and vulnerable here.

Also I've debated doing a long Blacklist post, because it's such a fascinating historical niche. I've been trying to force myself to focus on writing for my fic and curtwen week projects, but I might dip into it after those are done!

#smy asks

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kenobihater · 2 years

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i get the appeal of engaging with content while your brain is turned off, i do (i mean, i've recently watched the mummy 1999 twice in the last 3 days, so i get foolish fun). that said, there are some fandoms where doing so can lead to utter clownery. it's one thing to mindlessly play let's say the witcher 3 without engaging with any of its themes. you'll miss out on a wonderful exploration of fatherhood and some clunky commentary on systemic oppression, but unless your takeaways are "geralt shouldn't care about ciri because it makes him weak! also being a witcher is always awesome and TOTALLY worth it! " you aren't being silly by mindlessly killing monsters and not thinking critically about the game. killing monsters is extremely fun in that game, and it isn't that deep! that said, it's another thing entirely to mindlessly play disco elysium.

disco elysium is not a game you should mindlessly consume. it has many things to say about politics, racism, policing, hope, and human nature, among other things i'm doubtlessly forgetting. you may not agree with everything it has to say, you may not like it, but that doesn't mean you should just ignore it. painting harry, kim, or any of the other cops as good because you're wearing rose colored glasses and want your blorbos to be the good guys is missing the point. i get liking them. i like them too. that doesn't magically make them good people or morally justified in their actions. i'm not going to sit here and act like i'm not guilty of reading fluffy fics about them that don't touch the shitty aspects of their characters, that i don't enjoy the occasional well-written and engaging case fic where they continue to be cops. i will admit i read those fics! that said, the outright woobification of the cop characters both in and outside of fic and in the general fandom consensus, the overall fanon? it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. you're talking about cops, and there's no such thing as a good cop because good cops don't last. you can play harry as a fascist, as someone who punches a child, as someone who uses his authority to dominate others. i'm not going to get into why jean and kim are shitty people, because there are other better posts covering those topics, but even if they didn't act like shitheads, they'd still be bad people purely because they're willingly part of a broken, oppressive system. that alone keeps them from being innocent saints who can do no evil.

i'm not advocating for painting them as completely shitty, unforgivable human beings who are incapable of some form of redemption. all i'm asking is that people think about the game they're playing on a deeper level than just shipping, which is the typical form of sometimes mindless engagement i see on here (no, not all ship content is mindless or uncritical, so don't twist my words). ignoring what the game has to say about life and the nature of evil systems does a disservice to both the game AND the person ignoring the themes and statements. you miss out on a lot of depth if you aren't willing to wade out of the shallows! free yourself from the woobification! take off your water wings!

#len speaks #len's meta #this post is brought to you by matt's lovely post that got me thinking abt how annoying some fandom tendencies are #disco elysium meta #disco elysium

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yo we know that juuzou doesn't really talk about his feelings but do you think w a significant other like mutsuki he would perhaps be more open?🤔 do you imagine they having late night deep conversations and moments of emotional vulnerability? if so, how does that go? like with all development he's got, how does juuzou talk about his feelings/vent and is open to emotional comfort? how do these moments happen?tysmm in advanceee💘

I don't think it will ever be his first instinct-- he just reads to me as someone who tends to try and pick apart his problems and figure out what to do about them on his own, on the occasion that he realizes he has a problem, and more than being particularly reserved, he just doesn't think to share and involve other people unless there is something practical he knows he needs from them. But I can see that being a skill he gets better at, specifically with Mutsuki as his partner in practicing it more.

Mutsuki, as we know with other characters, can not just read people who do everything in their power not to be read, but has the kindness and the empathy-used-for-good to engage with them in a way that can literally calm the savage beast. Suzuya might be another hard read, though in a different way than Urie, but especially once they grow close, Mutsuki can tell when he's upset behind the nonchalant smile and when a simple 'do you want to talk about it?' can dramatically alter the course of how Suzuya was going to handle whatever is bothering him. And it's not like he actively avoids sharing with people he trusts, so a lot of the time all Suzuya needs to open up in that way is for someone to put the thought in his head.

When Suzuya does talk about his feelings, he is a fun mixture of open and direct while also experiencing legit alexithymia and just not having the same emotional reaction to some things that his peers do. He might struggle to label his feelings as happy, sad, angry, and sometimes all he knows is what he wants to do about them. So I can see Mutsuki gently insinuating the idea into his head that maybe they should talk about something, then Suzuya just drops a bomb like 'this other senior investigator I'm stuck sharing this case with has been barring all my ideas. Sometimes things were easier when other people were just something to stab hundred times and watch them die,” or “I put down this cat I had for three years, and Shinohara probably isn't gonna make it just like my cat, so maybe I would like curling up and dying too,” as casual as someone says they've been feeling a little down lately.

Mutsuki is just as kind and (even if he doesn't really understand, he will fake it until he does) understanding as ever and will follow whatever lead Suzuya gives him deeper and deeper. Sometimes Suzuya's way of articulating his feelings can be hard to hear, but he still musters up a calm 'that must be so sad to go through all at the same time. For what it's worth, I would really miss you if you curled up and died.' And they just keep going back and forth talking until Suzuya feels better or gets worked up enough to beat up one of his pillows or throw a stuffed animal or something cathartic he needed to do to start feeling better. His arms are open when Suzuya gets all his thoughts out and needs a hug.

Suzuya is a smart cookie in his own way and can usually figure out solutions to things he can in fact solve (and work himself up into meltdown-level frustration trying to solve things he can't) on his own or with just an opportunity to talk himself through his thoughts with someone who will listen, but if he is really stuck enough to seek out an answer, which is REALLY stuck because underneath his outer appearance of indifference he is REALLY stubborn about things that actually matter to him, sometimes what he needs is a more Mutsuki-like idea for what to do. He always has a solution, sometimes unsolicited and unwanted, when Mutsuki has something to cry on his shoulder about, and in turn Mutsukki does his best to offer suggestions.

The first time he comes to Mutsuki on his own just to talk, Mutsuki definitely noticed it more than Suzuya did and really took it to heart that talking to him is on Suzuya's list of ways he can fix his problems. And, at that point in their relationship, that he actually has things of value to help Suzuya with, rather than Suzuya always coming to his rescue for nothing in return. I can see them occasionally having deep talks late at night or at the dinner table. Not super often, but I can see it happening when a situation at work or in life demands it.

#answers #anon #suzuya juuzou #suzumutsu #today the thought occurred to me that any number of my asks could be from the same person #so if you're one person sending me different asks #first of all how does it feel to be my favorite person ever and i don't even know it #but also there is no rhyme or reason as to why i'm answering your asks in seemingly random order #i'm just starting with the ones i have an answer for right away!#also i'm sorry that even my newest answers are so late!!!!

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one who walks in shadow: mahoyaku's zara

the heroine doesn't always want the prince on a white horse to take her away for the sake of eternal love -- sometimes she wants him for the opportunity he presents. "save me from my circumstances. put me somewhere I can live freely, not languish," she insists. I think ariadne pinned her hopes on theseus for a reason like this; living on crete at the time doesn't seem to have been very fulfilling. of course, waiting for someone else to save you tends to not work out too well.

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transposing this to a more modern context, there's the lure of marriage for some women as a way to leave the family home. by breaking free from the control of their parents, they will gain some measure of independence, or so the theory goes.

modern problems

then we have the setting of mahoyaku, a fantasy world separate from our own in which people have magical powers that burden them and grant them agency in complex ways. how does misogyny (obviously interconnected to marriage, female agency, etc) operate systemically in this universe? we don't have much information. we know a few hundred years ago, an associate of murr's (Known Feminist) faced discrimination while trying to open her own observatory. but this is spoken of as a thing of the past.

I'm not sure if anything like this is mentioned elsewhere -- feel free to enlighten me if there's something I'm missing.

with all this in mind, we come to zara, one of mahoyaku's only female characters to have a visual appearance. in part 2, she's given a lot of prominence. zara, a witch, develops an obsession with rustica after her sister becomes engaged to him.

I am tempted to read zara's fixation on rustica in the context of a woman seeking marriage to escape her circumstances. zara is, after all, a woman trapped in a literal tower by an abusive family. there is a repeated emphasis on marriage as an institution. rustica is not looking for not just his lover but his "bride." and zara seethes with jealousy over aria's pending marriage, specifically: "He should have been my husband, not hers."

but this is a bit reductive, because again, we don't really know the deal with misogyny in the world of mahoyaku. and I guess TECHNICALLY there is nothing wrong with a female character being in love with a man and that being her main motivation for why she does the things she does, if executed well... but I think bunta has other motivations here, and I'm interested in looking a little deeper into things.

all this to say, if we're putting aside a reading that looks at zara primarily as a woman living in a misogynistic society, what's the deal with zara?!

first of all, as a result of being locked up in a tower and getting no affection and love from basically anyone ever except her sister, zara hates herself.

zara is a witch -- twins are considered unlucky as a set, but we're led to understand that this is why her parents keep her imprisoned instead of aria. however, she's convinced herself there is something innate in her that's wrong. it's a classic case of a victim internalizing abuse. she's telling herself she deserves what she gets because she is someone who is simply meant to "slink through the shadows." otherwise she'd be allowed to live as freely as rustica does. that's how I interpret these lines, at least.

to zara, rustica is a Thing -- one that aria gets to have because aria is a human and not a wizard. it's not fair! after all, rustica is so great. he's perfect and kind and blessed by the sun and the moon... zara idealizes rustica to an extreme. she wants to have him, and she wants to be him, too.

yeah, rustica's beautiful eyes can only see a beautiful world, much like the naive aria, who probably needs to think a little harder about how things suck for other people.

zara's feelings towards aria and rustica are pretty similar, actually. she thinks of them both as pure beings who have never experienced real misfortune. the difference is that because zara sees aria as a reflection of herself, aria Must have something wrong with her. on the other hand, because rustica is unattainable for zara, his value increases in her eyes. she's placed him on so high up of a pedestal.

zara broods and broods alone in her tower, developing resentment towards her sister, who has never been anything but kind to her. to justify her resentment, and because she sees aria as a reflection of herself, she ascribes malice to her.

it turns out zara is actually right about aria not being "pure," because that's not really something any actual person can be. mahoyaku, with its plethora of deeply human, flawed, morally gray characters, won't let us forget this. thus the curse zara places on aria comes true. rustica kills aria because of the curse and basically loses it as a result.

according to kelvin, he then chooses to lose his memories after "a philosopher" (probably murr) suggests it to him, to save himself the pain. rustica then becomes the charming, forgetful western wizard looking for his bride that we all know and love.

zara decides this is fine. hell, she'll even help him out... by keeping him in a beautiful gilded cage of blissful ignorance.

zara is free of her parents, but she's again confined to the shadows through her own actions. this time she's keeping herself in a cage. this is a really tragic aspect of her character.

why does she do this? so she can atone for her actions.

her fixation on rustica is even greater now. she's desperate to keep him in the dark so he can keep living as the pure, bright person she was so fascinated by when they met. in a way, this is love.

a normal person's room decor

what will happen next? well, rustica is a sage's wizard now, but zara is sure as hell not leaving his fate up to chance after spending 400 years as his evil little guardian angel. so she's planning to kill the strongest wizards and use their mana stones to create some kind of contraption that will defeat the Great Calamity once and for all. don't worry guys zara's handling it

zara says she wants to atone, which would mean she feels guilt over causing aria's death. in some ways this is probably true. but it's also true that aria desperately wants to prevent rustica from seeing the world for what it is -- a place that's often messy and cruel -- and there must be other reasons for that. why is it so important for zara that rustica be kept "pure"? despite everything, she wants him to be happy... the part of zara that loves rustica, and wants to atone for causing aria's death, is probably the best part of her.

as someone who has always lived in the shadows, she must desperately want to be seen for who she is. but after all that she's done, zara is aware that person isn't pretty.

the lyrics to skin-deep comedy, the part 2 theme song, are from zara's point of view. she's lived for a long time; she's colder now, and in some ways more malignant. she's become convinced that the ends justify the means. she wants to change, and she thinks she can, through her plans. she wants to be defined by more than just her mistakes. again, she wants to be seen.

I started this post with a bit of an indictment of mahoyaku's worldbuilding, and while I would still like to know more about the role of women in the world of this game, there's still plenty of room and time for the story to explore this. joseimuke franchises are somewhat limited in scope because they are, of course, first and foremost marketed towards women who like anime dudes, but female audiences are accommodating of and interested in a lot of different things. mahoyaku has already proved itself to be rather progressive-- eg. the ability to choose genders for your player character -- and bunta writes their characters with a lot of love and care. I'm looking forward to more of what the game has to tell us about zara.

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I cannot read Japanese, so all my thoughts and summaries here are derived from fan translations. translations for the observatory story are by healingbonds. translations for chapters 18-22 of the main story's part 2 are by cainluver69.

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suau-raised-by-corrupted-gems · 1 year

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Getting deeper into the spicy angst, oh boy.

How does our corrupt boi do with his Crystal Gem kin?

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"Hi! I'm Lil Quartz! What's your name?"

"...Connie... Connie Maheswaran."

1.) I've mentioned it before before that Steven's already learned how to manage some of his gem powers, like his bubble shield and bubble ability in general since he's used them to play with his aunts.

That being said, he and Connie don't end up stuck in a bubble meaning Bubble Buddies doesn't exactly happen. While he still creates a bubble out of instinct when the quake happens, he has no trouble dispelling it.

Also it should be stated that upon meeting Connie face to face, he's not very awkward around Connie.

I mean, he was raised by a doting fluffy mother that did nothing but shower him in adoration, a one-eyed aunt who constantly reminded him to do what he thought was right, and a six-eyed aunt who told him to not be afraid and to just go for it.

And coupled with the fact they lived without the restrictions or knowledge of being civilized, he was pretty much very confident. Maybe a tad over confident.

That being said, while he many not have full knowledge of purebred humans, he still has no trouble in approaching Connie, with some flowers in hand- after all, from what he's seen, humans like flowers- and introducing himself as Lil Quartz.

As one would expect, Connie's initially put off by his appearance, but given his friendly nature, she's quick to warm up to him, and is even excited to befriend him; he looks as though he walked out of one of those fantasy fictions she sometimes reads. After a brief, lighthearted chat about themselves, with them both technically being newcomers to Beach City and letting Connie touch his horns, they make a promise to meet up again sometime.

Yeah, a bit overly simple, but I see a bit of a contrast; OG Steven looked normal, but he nearly drowned at the bottom of the ocean befriending Connie.

Here, there's a brief bubble snag, but the encounter isn't exactly trauma inducing.

2.) “You know, I’d think dragons would horde things like gold rather than donuts. Do you breath sprinkles, horns?”

*disgruntled gem-boy noises*

while some residents are still a bit weary around the little pink tiefling, his charm earns him a somewhat good reputation in the small town.

...but on the other hand, he's not exactly on friendly terms with the more… annoying of residents.

Lars, he was surprisingly civil with since neither boy wanted to engage much with each other, but where it fell short is with Kevin and Ronaldo.

Probably cliche to put Kevin in the bunch, but I kinda see him taunting him, but only when around his friends.

And… Ronaldo needs no explanation.

And as much as Steven would like to maul the two in retaliation, he can’t lest he wanted his reputation to shatter.

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3.) “Steven, your slacking has gotten far out of hand! Just look at this place! It’s a mess! The least you can do is—*steven zones out*”

As far as the Crystal Gem duties go... Well, he's just not very enthusiastic to carry out missions as his OG counterpart was.

No matter how many times Garnet tells him "it's for their own good", he'll never be able to take part in the ritual of poofing and bubbling other gems, and imprisoning them in their lava room. Doing so would be an insult to his foster family.

And because of this, he'd mostly stay in his loft by himself, watching TV, reading those fantasy books Connie lent him, chewing on toys his father had gifted him or stuffing himself with junk food. He'd maybe go on missions, but only if bribed with food and didn't involve gem hunting.

Even then, he wasn't really too excited, since his mother wasn't there to see it all with him. Even upon meeting Lion, he felt a pang of somber nostalgia just at the sight of his mane. Because of that, he hardly had interest in tampering with any artifacts or trapped gems, stars forbid they come across.

Garnet wasn't too bothered by this, seeing that he was still going on missions, and Amethyst was content with his "lazy days" and would often join him. But the Pearl insisted that he needed to get over his Corrupt Gem past eventually in order to be a proper Crystal Gem.

4.) Speaking of Crystal Gems, his relationship as a whole with the team is actually quite strained.

I mean, all's he's ever seen and heard them do was assault other gems and bubble them against their will. And the term Corrupt is harsh and insulting in and of itself. Heck, they even had a gem that wasn't '"corrupt" stuck in a mirror and they didn't seem to give two sand specs about her.

He's at least thankful Garnet's cooperative with him, even using the term Feral Gems to not insult him nor his foster family. He's already quite close with Amethyst, since her laid-back, carefree nature reminded him so much of his dear aunt Tri-T. But the pearl always seemed like she had an entire oak tree jammed up her rump, and had a haughty air about her.

Nevertheless, the whole team still managed to under his skin sometimes.

And by sometimes, I mean often.

If "Warp Tour" is any indication, they never exactly took his feelings into account. They also seemed to focus more on his Gem half rather than his Human half, meaning they didn't always acknowledge that he was a hybrid of the two, only focusing on the gem traits more often then not.

And who could forget the fighting between Amethyst and the Pearl?

While he's learned to block it out, he'd often side with Amethyst, for obvious reasons. What bugged him was how Garnet didn't seem to do anything to stop it. She only seemed to intervene when Steven's hostility picked up.

It was a pain in the flank to deal with this on a somewhat regular basis, but it's not like it could get any worse...

...Right?

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...goes about as well as you'd expect.

See everything from season one play out, only its all completely different.

I mean, it's an alternate universe, of course it's gonna be different. So it shouldn't be any surprise when I say that some events are altered entirely or just didn't occur.

But yeah, Stevie's not a very hammy, happy boi in this circumstance, and is in face quite grumpled with this hooey destiny.

But if you think that's bad, hohoh, just wait til we get to parts that revolved around Rose...

As a challenge, try to decipher what episodes didn't happen using everything you just read.

Getting deeper into the spicy angst, oh boy.

#classic steven #steven universe au #corrupted au #steven universe #corrupt gem #corrupted steven #feral child #alternate universe #angsty #kevin su #lars barriga #ronaldo #leave the poor guy alone #connie x steven #connie maheswaran #art dump

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idontwanttospoiltheparty · 2 years

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I hate how much weight people give to John's post-Beatles hot takes on songs. I'm fairly new to engaging deeply with music as an art form. Narrative fiction is 100% my home base. And there are so many things about analysis of narrative fiction that I was expecting would just be there in analysis of music and they are way harder to find than I expected. Death of the Author may be somewhat controversial but at least it's a known quantity in discussions of narrative fiction. Maybe my newness just means I'm struggling to find the right discussions, but there is so much in the music analysis I've encountered that frustrates me so much. John Lennon's opinion is not the be all end all for understanding Beatles music.

(Sorry if this is more serious than you intended that post to go. I've just been thinking a lot about music criticism vs criticism of variants of narrative fiction)

Okay, so I think two things should be separated here.

My – or anyone's – opinion of Help! the song should I'd say ideally be independent of John's. This is quite an important to me as a concept.

However, a lot of us on this side of tumblr engage in quite deep readings of the people writing these songs, and, regardless of my thoughts on the song (and my flippant tone in my post lol), I think John was 100% entitled to feel whatever way he wanted to about art he contributed to and specifically express disappointment at how something turned out. A lot of the time his disappointment with his songs seems to be steeped in Something Deeper Going On (his general headspace at the time and how people around him dealt with him) but it's pretty normal for him to have a hard time differentiating every aspect of his tumultuous life, if that makes sense.

BUT, as I said, I do think, people shouldn't really mix these things up. If you're arguing whether the arrangement of Strawberry Fields Forever was "subconscious sabotage" as John put it, you shouldn't use your own opinion of the arrangement as an argument for or against that.

Anyways, if you have thoughts on songs separate from authorial intent you're always welcome in my inbox, anon! While I like autobiographical readings, I do think sometimes the people on here miss out on the artistry when they try to make the song fit a historical narrative too much.

#ask #anon #music talk

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So I just finished reading annihilation. I’m on the mcs side. Bestie knew what she wanted and she told Hongjoong how she felt. He was the indecisive one that wanted to pretend that nothing was going on and that they were good the way they were. If he wanted to avoid this happening he could’ve made it clear he wanted her. Idk I just think it’s messed up to make the mc feel bad ab being with another guy. Like that happened bc she though Hongjoong didn’t love her back. Also they were never exclusive so I don’t think he should be feeling bad bc she’s with other guys like he could’ve been straight forward and told her he had feelings for her and didn’t want her seeing other guys. That’s just my take tho.

oh we have...very different interpretations of the text 🤔 as well as i think just differing personal ideals as far as engaging in these sorts of circumstances would go? HMHMHM.

// paradise lost spoilers

to be fair, hongjoong initiated the conversation about them having feelings and trying to take a next step towards something deeper first! she was the one that pulled back and pumped the breaks on it (while getting jealous about him having the audacity to have experiences with other women before her).

Idk I just think it’s messed up to make the mc feel bad ab being with another guy. Like that happened bc she though Hongjoong didn’t love her back.

he's only really done that with wooyoung and seonghwa though, and both for quite particular reasons i think 🤔 also, she always has known that he had feelings for her, she just wanted him to actually say the words...which can be a difficult thing to do, to open yourself up to, when you're not entirely sure that it's a safe place to do that i.e her still being interested in seeing other people. it's a bit of a catch 22 but you can't really blame him for being reluctant on that front (as seonghwa notes)!

Also they were never exclusive

i don't disagree but i don't think actually dealing with other people and their feelings is really as black and white as this PERSONALLY. like, that's kinda what the whole story is in a way, isn't it? how we move through the world with one another. and when it comes to people that we have feelings for, who have feelings for us, who we hope to move forward with in a more serious way sometimes it just is a little but more nuanced than being "right" or "wrong."

frankly, if you're seeing someone and having sex with them and you know the feelings are mutual between them and then you go ahead and (try to) have sex with their best friend then...idk, i mean yeah some people will probably be fine with that. a lot won't though. that's just the reality of the situation. i wouldn't, to be very honest with you lol.

I don’t think he should be feeling bad bc she’s with other guys like he could’ve been straight forward and told her he had feelings for her and didn’t want her seeing other guys.

i think the truth of the matter is that most people in his shoes would feel some kind of way about it. no one is arguing that he's navigating the situation perfectly, he absolutely isn't, but it's complicated and he doesn't feel safe to expose his guts to her like that, and he doesn't really have any reason to feel safe to do that either. as mentioned, he did attempt to have that conversation back in chapter 04, he was the first one to take that step and she was the one that decided no, she wasn't ready to go there, so i mean...really, what's he meant to do at that point ya know? he tested the waters and was met with reluctance, so really all someone in his position can do is just keep on keeping on with the way things have been going already and like, who knows, try again later? see how things progress? it's not so simple, i think, which is what makes stories like this so fun 😋

ANYWHO. idk if you've traversed the ask tag for the series already but i've talked a lot about this before, and other people have posted their opinions too so it might be fun to read over if you haven't!

i'm glad you're having fun with it thus far though, and here's to san 🤠

#☕️ ask #fic: paradise lost

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batri-jopa · 1 year

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a meme!

Thanks for tagging me @notasapleasure

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not after a real person. My mom said it was a name of a doll in some kind of fairy tale that she watched (or read?) and she just liked that name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

A week ago. Well, I guess I asked for it: after all those years I just should have known better than dwell on that kind of stuff from the past and in this part of my hormone cycle. (You know stuff like one of these few extremally rare moments in your life someone from your closest family said sth that made you feel like shit but thinking about it years after still never fails to make you feel like shit all over again?)

3. Do you have kids?

No. Surprisingly no. If asked ten years ago I would most surely say I'm going to. Not that I ever really desired it so much. More that not wanting was always considered as something that is worthy of condemnation. So it was just that "normal thing to do" with no deeper thinking involved nor required, you know?

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

It depends but sometimes it feels like the last thing that is left to defence my mental stability. And I'd rather be commenting an absurdish situation (especially in my job) than a person.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

Table tennis my love!❤ Any other I ever tried playing is not even worth mentioning (I played field hockey two or three times and football once or twice and I remember really enjoying it. But unfortunately girls were let to play it extremally rarely, we were expected to play volleyball or basketball - none of which I ever liked😑)

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people?

I'm not sure what kind of situation I'm expected to consider... So in the place where I am just a random person in the crowd (railway station and such) I would probably first notice if anyone looked angry or impatient or irritated - to make sure I can avoid getting on their way (e.g. being a patient in a waiting room it's about sitting quietly with your head low and ignoring any possible evil comments about healthcare and politics). As for when I'm feeling safe or even going to meet someone new - I will pay attention to people's face expression and eyes, I also like to see someone smiling or doing or wearing something that make me think we have something in common. Also I notice their clothes sometimes if I liked the colour or the pattern (I can't help it, my brain is of visual artist😅 It doesn't mean I judge ppl by their look. Many times I find something ugly in objectively pretty person that I did not liked and in somebody I liked I'd always find some beautiful detail, regardless their look)

7. What's your eyes colour?

Yellow on the inside with blue ring on the outside. I like to think it makes them look a bit green from a distance.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

If only two options avaliable I'd rather choose happy ending. Life is scary enough😅

9. Any special talents?

Drawing I guess. I am able to project a picture from my brain to a flat paper with a piece of charcoal and it's like freaking magic. It never stopped to amaze me.

10. Where were you born?

In a town in north Poland.

11. What are your hobbies?

Drawing most of all. Also creating short stories on my head I then illustrate or longer stories I sometimes write down. Given more free time I also like to engage into pyrography, sewing stuffed toys or crocheting. From time to time I like to travel, most usually to one of Polish towns but traveling abroad I like too.

12. Do you have any pets?

Cat for the last 4 years. Before that I was having syrian hamsters for almost 20 years (16 hamsters).

13. How tall are you?

165 centimeters.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Mathemathics above everything else! Also liked Polish, biology and chemistry. Most hated was always sports, while geography, history and physics were dangerously close to "hate" line.

15. Dream job?

Dream as "daydream"? I sometimes fantasize if I was born again I'd like to be one of the graphics making animated movie, like those of a Pixar studio. Or a pastor officiating weddings of gay couples

Dream as what I wish or plan: creating art on request or design prints for t-shirt, cushions and children blankets, maybe designing playing cards too - just enough for me to be satisfied that I can do it and my client to have a personalized gift. At the same time working other job 2-3 days a week to earn just enough for a comfortable life.

Tag fifteen mutuals - that's the worst part, how do I get so much?😑 Okey, everybody, feel invited but not pressed: @figuringthengsout , @chrisoels , @morulezopelforever , @sharp-lines-in-charcoal , @parttimereptile , @greenbloodedskink , @krejong , @theflyingrhubarb , @sunlightismydestroyer-blog , @asteeee , @bylercultism , @princesspink48484 , @elephant-reincarnation , @angleshades , @sweetlullabyebye

#tag game #meme game #just me

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funkymbtifiction · 2 years

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Just to piggyback off that post about arguing with other people and “ Could this manifest in 7s (to complete the frustration gang) in being frustrated that people are agreeing with you, and it’s just so boring?” I feel like I’m this way except instead of being frustrated that other people agree with me, I get frustrated when other people disagree with me (because my core is 6w7, possibly 613). I like when my beliefs about diet or politics are mirrored in other people although I like if they actually believe it rather than just passively agreeing or pretending to agree. I’m flattered when people copy my beliefs or my clothing choices or whatever. Imitation is the best form of flattery as the old saying goes. If some of my immediate family members disagrees with me, I try to convince them and argue my point about why I’m right (1 standpoint). I know that at first, my family members had some pushback against my diet and stuff, but they eventually came around and believed the same things I do. I don’t think I really do this with my friends though, it doesn’t feel right and kinda feels like I’m crossing a line. Instead, I might try to argue about basically nothing, stupid stuff rather than deeper, more controversial things if I think the other person will engage because why be boring? Sometimes you just want to have fun. But if I feel like the other person isn’t a fun of this kind of banter, I would back off... Sometimes I’ll engage for fun, but not when I feel like it’s getting personal and hostile. For me, it’s like I don’t know why you keep trying to pick a fight and turn things into arguments. You leave me alone, I’ll leave you alone. It’s that simple. On the positive side, I do feel he understands me the best of my family because he is the only Fe-dominant member in my family, which makes him naturally great at reading other people.

What MBTI type do you think I am, and I’m sure I’m 6w7 (In fact, the first fictional story I wrote was about trust and trying to find loyal allies before I even knew about Enneagram), but what would be my instinctual variant stacking?

Some of this sounds like high Fi (I changed my diet, and people eventually got used to it; I don't want to invade your sense of autonomy by arguing too much with you, etc; we should leave each other alone), but it's mostly about 6w7-ness, so there's nothing really for me to draw MBTI type off of. I'd guess you're an so/sp. You seem more focused on relational dynamics than self-pres concerns.

To inject a personal (sp-dom :P) anecdote here, the need for people to agree with me coming from 6 is also why I mistyped as Fe for a while. Because I can't stand it when people are wrong and/or can't see that my logic is superior, lol. So I find it really hard to let them be wrong, not argue with them, etc. That's why I'm always amused when people say 6 and 9 are hard to tell apart, because 6s being head types can't stand it when something is stupid / irrational / wrong, and are more often than not going to wind up arguing about it. But my tendency to want people to be on the same page as me isn't coming from a Fe place, it's coming from a "I don't feel safe if you aren't with me on this important thing" place. It's different from the "are you effing kidding me with typing Harry from Harry Met Sally a 4w5?!" quarrelsome average 6 "I can't stand this BS" stuff. ;)

#question #mbti #enneagram

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