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rubythecrimsonwriter · 5 months
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!!!!! I am so excited that we will get to see the story in some form eventually! ATC is one of my favorites because there has never been much like it, with all the cousins meeting early and just being ✨them✨ together and watching the chaos around them unfold so the idea that we get to see more of that someday is so aaaaaa<3!!!!! The rewrite outline looks so cool, also like it’s gonna be more canon compliant/ see how much can be changed behind the scenes w/o really effecting the main story and that’s always such a cool premise in a fic and I am So Excited, despite how different it’s going to be from original ATC.
Have an amazing day/night/timezone:)
For the first one, at least, I'm going to be focusing more on Thalia, Luke, and Jason during the first half. I actually really like Jason, which is uhh a controversial opinion, and the only reason why I think more people didn't like him was because we didn't get a five part series exploring his adventures first. We have a list of the notable stuff he's done canonically, at the end of TLH, and I think that'd be really fun to explore with Thalia and Luke quietly losing their minds lol.
I'd love to involve Percy more in the first part, but Sally went to extreme lengths to keep Percy with her and I don't think she'd give him up very easily. Canonically? It took a Fury, the Fates, and the Minotaur to separate them for the summer, and nothing less would do it again, not even some well meaning teens that have combat experience.
I'm toying with the idea to do away with Camp Half Blood's magical border entirely. Replacing Thalia's sacrifice with Clarisse seems a bit cheap to me, honestly, and when I first did it I wasn't sure what else to do--but it would give them an excuse to say, "no thank you," to staying at Camp. The border had been there for only five years prior to Percy arriving, probably less. Most of the older demigods probably remember the days before Thalia's sacrifice, canonically, and that's why there was quiet but mass panic about Thalia's tree dying in SoM.
The first part is the one that will stay the closest to canon. The farther we get into the story, the more it will diverge.
The Golden Fleece has already shown that it's a massive power source, enough that Thalia could part from the tree and still have the magical borders there. I'm kind of idly wondering if I should establish the borders during the rewrite of SoM, and what would motivate anyone to search it out. If the borders haven't established, and Clarisse yet lives, then Grover is no longer in disgrace and is not trying to risk his life to find Pan, though he might do it anyway. I'm thinking of running a quest for Jason concurrent with the SoM arc, and maybe he gets into trouble and that's when Thalia has to go rescue him and get the Golden Fleece. The narrative parallels would be delicious, but I'm still mulling it over, and it requires me to change bits of the first part too.
(And this is why I'm doing outlines first this time 😅)
(Suddenly realizing I'm going to need a red string conspiracy board to keep track of all the moving players during all of this lmao)
Like during ATC, things would really heat up during TTC rewrite. Now you have five of the six Big Three Kids, and they're suddenly realizing what exactly is going on with their power spiderweb thing. I'd also really like to highlight Thalia's struggle with power, and have at least one supervillain moment where you can truly see the trained, dangerous daughter of Thunder. The Ophiotaurus, especially, was canonically a powerful lure for her, and she's already made her annoyance with Olympus frighteningly clear.
(If Percy regularly frightens people, demigods, and gods, without even trying to, Thalia can definitely do it on purpose. I will enjoy that more than I probably should tbh.)
My timer is up so I need to go back to restoring my window, but do send me more asks, or reblog this with something, I will absolutely talk to you more about my thoughts on the rewrite, and it helps me figure stuff out too. 💜💜
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mypoisonedvine · 3 years
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Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader (part 7)
(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)
series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.  
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warnings: um just implied smut and fluff and a reference to bdsm I guess?? but it's pretty chill overall
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y/n.y/l/n okay first of all, it takes an act of god to get a picture of this guy smiling, but it’s always worth it.  he really changed everything for me and I can’t thank him enough for that.  so happy ❤️ 
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caroldanvers 😍😍😍
flowercrowny/n oh my god this is so sweet i’m gonna cry
1 HOUR AGO
He smiled as he stared down at the post you’d made, remembering how much effort you’d put into finding the perfect picture (in your opinion; he thought he looked kinda dopey in it) as well as writing and re-writing your caption.
The speed at which your post gained likes and comments was inconceivable to him; even more impressive was the speed at which gossip rags were picking up the story.  Sure enough, his phone’s alerts to new headlines about you were not only going off like crazy, but had started to include news about himself as well.  
Y/N Y/L/N Shocks With Romantic Instagram Post, Confirms Dating Rumors
You’ll Never Guess Which Hollywood Starlet Is Dating Her Driver
Who is James Barnes?  Everything We Know About Y/N Y/L/N’s New Beau
Skimming one of the articles, he was impressed at how much information they’d managed to get without actually getting anything from you or him.  Born in Brooklyn, disabled Army veteran, worked a list of odd jobs before becoming your driver and bodyguard.  ‘No social media presence, prefers to keep a low profile’ one of them said; you can say that again, Bucky chuckled to himself when he read it.
He found another from People and didn’t particularly appreciate that it spent half the time going through all your past exes and rumored partners (turned out ‘rumored’ is a fancy word for ‘a bunch of fans deluded themselves so hard that it somehow turned into news without any proof necessary’).  But he still smiled when he got to the part that was actually about you and him.
‘The relationship is pretty new but they’re so happy together,’  a source close to the couple reported.  
Close indeed; that statement came from your publicist, who he’d never even meet.  
‘He’s a very private guy and she’s got this huge following, so they’re sort of an odd couple in that way, but she knows her fans are respectful and will let them have their own life outside of the spotlight.’ 
Bucky wasn’t sure that the respectfulness of fans was such a given here, but he hoped you were right.  To be fair, they’d been very sweet on your original post insofar. 
However, when he scrolled to the bottom of the celebrity magazine articles and realized they had their own comments section, he discovered that they were a little less forgiving than the ones on your Instagram.  
Is this the best she thinks she can do?  So sad tbh :(
a military guy…. yikes, she could get any guy she wants and she goes for a murderer. 
He looks like a hobo that found a coupon for a free haircut lol
I don’t buy it, I know she’ll always love Pietro!
Pietro being your former co-star that so many of your fans were convinced was actually your soulmate.  From what he’d heard from you, those speculations had made things so uncomfortable between the two of you that it killed your friendship.  Those were nothing, though, compared to the comments about someone you actually had dated.
she’s obviously not over sam… they were so good together
He’d better watch out for her ex, he still likes tweets about her and they have so much chemistry
Wait, she’s not still with Sam Wilson??  I could’ve sworn they’d been dating for, like, five years.
You were scrolling through your phone with a smile as you walked past where he was sitting on the couch, and he just couldn’t help himself from asking even though he knew it wasn’t the best idea.  “Do I need to worry about this Sam thing?” he blurted out, trying to play it cool and not sound too anxious.  “People are really obsessed with you two…”
“Sam and I…” you sighed, staring off into space for a second.  He made himself anxious imagining what you were thinking about in that moment.  “I haven’t talked to him in… years?  I think it’s just because our relationship was so public that people are still talking about it.  And it had a lot of gossip material— we did a movie together, people thought it was sweet that we got together during production, it was great promotion for the picture… and from the outside, we made a lot of sense for each other.  But he has his own problems.  I loved him, but… he wasn’t ever going to be a one-girl kinda guy.”
“But you’re not just any one girl.  You’re… you know, you,” he emphasized.
“You’ve been reading too many headlines,” you shook your head as you sat down beside him.  “Please don’t turn into one of those guys who thinks of me as a celebrity first.  Before that—” you pointed to your own name where it was bolded on his screen in the trending topics page of Twitter— “was popping up on movie posters and in gossip magazines, it was just my name.  And I’m not perfect.  Not even close.”
Bucky sighed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him and holding you tightly.  “And before I knew you were famous, or rich, or incredibly talented, I was totally obsessed with you just for who you are.”
“You’re too fucking amazing,” you sighed as you held his face and gave him a gentle kiss— the kind of kiss that instantly melted his heart and banished his worries.  When you pulled back and looked up at him with a smile, it was like everything else just… faded away.  “Don’t read the comments, okay?  None of them matter.”
He smiled and brushed his thumb over your cheek, overwhelmed by not only the softness of your skin but of your spirit as well.  In all his life he’d never been handled so… gently, with so much care.  “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he mumbled, not even really realizing he’d said it aloud until you gave him a beaming smile.
“I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend,” you giggled pridefully.
“Seriously?  I can… very easily believe it,” he scoffed.
“I just mean… you’re so…” you searched for the words.  “You’re actually good to me, that’s the thing.  I’m not used to that.”
“You deserve the world,” he assured.  “I’m just gonna keep trying to give you as much of it as I can find.”
He watched his hand trail over your face, down your neck and to your chest where he played with the hem of your t-shirt.
"It's odd to know there are millions of people who are jealous of me,” he admitted quietly, remembering some aggressive comments from some very angry dudes who had apparently also watched your nude scene a few too many times.
"Do you like it?  Do you like how it feels to know you're making them angry every time you touch me?"
"Couldn't care less," he refuted.  "Nobody else matters when I'm touchin' you."
“Do you maybe wanna… touch me a little more about it?” you smirked, opening your legs slightly in invitation.
“Always.”
//
Bucky had, thankfully, not let the newfound fame get to his head.  In fact, he had demanded that the two of you hunker down in the house, since he feared that going out would lead to being recognized.  What he apparently hadn’t anticipated was that that might not be enough.
“Will you get that?” you requested when the gate buzzed, too wrapped up in the book you were reading to answer the intercom.
He hopped up and held down the button to communicate with the gate speaker.  “Who is it?” he asked.
“I’ve got a delivery from Anjappar Chettinad on 23rd?”
Bucky didn’t even reply before hitting the green button and granting access to the driveway.  BEEP BEEP BEEP! you heard the gate signal its opening, and the car pulling around up to the door.  Bucky didn’t open it until there was a knock, greeting the delivery guy with a smile and the necessary cash.
“I’ve got a lamb korma, hyderabadi mutton dum biryani and an order of— woah,” the man suddenly stopped, staring at Bucky’s face.  “Are you—?’
“Hungry?  Yes,” he frowned.
“You’re the guy dating— holy shit, congrats man,” he beamed, smacking Bucky on the shoulder pridefully before leaning in with a mischievous smirk.  “Say, is she a freak or what?”
“She is,” you piped up from the couch, making both men turn their heads; but one was chuckling while the other looked mortified.  “You better not have forgotten my paneer pakora or I’m gonna chain you up and whip you.”
“Uh, I— no, I got it right here,” he promised weakly, handing the bag over to Bucky and starting to dash away before Bucky grabbed his arm, making the smaller man whimper fearfully.
“You forgot the money,” Bucky reminded him gruffly, stuffing the bills into the driver’s front pocket.
Finally, he let go, and the delivery man instantly pulled away, rubbing his arm and looking a bit like a kicked puppy as he went back to his car and drove away.
“You didn’t need to scare him that bad,” Bucky chuckled.
“I could say the same to you!  Grabbing somebody with the metal arm like that will put the fear of God into them pretty fast.”
“I didn’t mean to grab him that hard,” he admitted, examining the prosthetic hand as he came back to the couch with the bag of food, handing it to you while he focused on watching his motorized fingers curl and uncurl.  “I think I need to get this thing recalibrated… it’s been bugging out lately.”
“I dunno, it was working just fine last night,” you smiled, remembering how delightfully cool those fingers felt inside you.
Bucky seemed to miss it entirely, though, as he stared off into space.  “I can’t believe I got… recognized.”
“You’re a star,” you winked.  “And not just with random delivery drivers.  I’ve had a lot of press requests, everybody wants to be the first one to get nice pictures of us together— we’ve had a dozen event invites as a couple.”
“Seriously?!” he scoffed, snapping back to reality slightly enough 
“Yeah, and look what came in same-day mail this morning!”  You leaned over to shuffle through the mail on the side table before finding and handing him a letter in a gold-embossed envelope, watching him read what you knew was inside.
The Hollywood Foreign Press Association extends an invitation to Y/N Y/L/N and James Barnes to the annual Grant Banquet in support of the Young Artists Fund.
“It seems like a good first event for us,” you explained.  “Relatively small and low stakes, it’s for a good cause…”
“Are you sure I’m ready to be, you know… seen?  By people?” 
You scoffed, hardly believing how insecure he could be sometimes.  “You look great, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Will I have to talk to anybody other than you?” he asked, grimacing as if that were a form of brutal torture.
“Probably,” you admitted.
His frown deepened.  “What if I say the wrong thing?”
“I’m not that worried about you,” you smirked.  “You’re a lot better at this stuff than you think you are.”
“I don’t have anything to wear…”
You smirked, a little too proud of yourself, when you remembered the email your publicist had forwarded to you just this morning.  “Hugo Boss will pay you $1500 to wear one of their suits on the carpet.”
“They’ll pay me to wear free clothes?” he repeated with wide eyes.
“Yeah, that’s one of the cooler things about fame,” you laughed.  “I make a grand every time I wear this watch outside!”
“I guess I should send them my measurements then…” he trailed off.  “Any chance I can get in on that watch deal?”
“No, but you can make $50 by getting papped at Jamba Juice.”
He paused for a moment, scratching the back of his neck as he thought.  “Is the smoothie comped?”
“I don’t know.  Do you want me to ask?”
“...kinda…” he admitted with a shy smile.  
“Well, I will, and I’ll RSVP to this invite saying we’ll be there next week,” you decided as you started to open up the food, but Bucky stopped you by reaching for your hands.
“Are we really doing this?” he asked.
“If you want to,” you mitigated.
“Of course I do.  I guess I have to accept that you’re actually willing to be seen with me,” he chuckled.  “It’s just sort of hard to believe.”
You leaned in and kissed him; it was meant to be a casual, reassuring peck but he held you closer and you melted into him, moaning softly at his touch as you started to climb into his lap.
“The food’s gonna get cold,” he reminded you with a mumble against your lips.
Unfortunately, your literal hunger was a bit too strong to ignore, even with the growing intensity of a metaphorical hunger for Bucky.  “Alright,” you relented, getting off of him and returning your attention to the meal on the table.  “Just know that I really, really want to be seen together, in public, just in case anybody missed the news about us already.  I’m not embarrassed by you or afraid you’re going to do something dumb.  I…”
One of those words that can’t be unsaid started to bubble up in your throat and you coughed, banishing the thought.
“I really like you.  I think we have something special.”
He smiled gently, giving you one more kiss on the cheek.  “I think so, too.”
//
Since this was slightly less of a big deal than a premiere or press tour, you had managed to convince your styling team to let you dress yourself, which was why he was laying on the bed and talking to you through the bathroom door while you put on your gown.
“Do you want me to hire a new driver?” you prompted him, voice muffled slightly as he imagined your head covered in the fabric, trying to navigate through the dress.  “I don’t want you to feel… I don’t know, like a servant?”
“A servant?  You’re still paying me,” he reminded you.  “You are still paying me, right?”
“Yes,” you laughed, “but still, I would hate it if you felt like staff.  You’re my boyfriend!”
(His heart still fluttered every time you said it.)
“No new driver,” he decided.  “I can drive just fine, and considering how things went between us… let’s not open the door for anybody else,” he smirked, making you laugh in that way you did when he made a stupid joke but you still liked it somehow.
“Okay, sure, but what about being my bodyguard?  Is that too weird?” you continued.
“God no,” he scoffed, “if anything I’m gonna be better at my job than ever.  As your boyfriend, keeping you safe is my job, but since keeping you safe was already my job… it’s, like, doubled-up now.”
He lost his train of thought when you opened the door.
“How do I look?” you asked as you stepped in and gave him a spin in your new dress.  Your whole body was draped in red silk, with the exception of your back which was almost entirely exposed, as if it were begging him to run his fingers down your spine.
“Like everything I ever wanted,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.
And it was so odd that you questioned his desire to drive you, because those moments where he could steer with one hand and rest the other on your thigh, when he could catch a glimpse of you looking out the window at the city rolling by, when he got to listen to you ramble about something to kill the time during a drive; those were his favorite moments, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything.
After a relatively brief trip, you arrived at the venue, and all of a sudden he was doing what he’d fantasized about more than he’d like to admit: escorting you down a red carpet.  It was almost overwhelming— yelling, chattering, reporters speaking into camera, flashes going off in every direction—
“Hey,” you whispered, bringing your hand up to his cheek and instantly taking all his attention.
“Hey,” he returned.
“Just follow my lead,” you instructed.
“That was the plan.”
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mokkemusic · 2 years
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Gather round people for my excited puzzle hobby babblings.
Today’s topic: Best Ship Puzzles (Besides Hananene/Amanene of course. What do you want me to do? They don’t have any official puzzles unless it’s like 75 pieces which is so beneath me.)
So besides Hananene. My two top ships. I don’t mean the anime itself (although Your Name a breathtaking masterpiece) but I mean the ships today.
I don’t know if they actually have a ship name? But Hope and I dubbed Taki and Mitsuha (Mitsaki) and I like it❤️. Kirito and Asuna I believe are already named (Kirisuna) which is also catchy I can vibe with it.👌🏻
I’ve collected their official puzzles throughout the years. Which I am so proud of cause they are super freakin rare and super freakin stunning!
1) Your Name- There’s not really a story to this one. It just happened by chance I was able to get it on eBay before this became really hard to obtain. Got it 2 years ago. The price was pretty good too. Can’t say the same about the next one.😅 This one is also now completed and framed!
2) Your Name 2- Last year I was able to finally get the magic hour scene of Your Name!😍 I have tried to get this puzzle for two and a half years. I thought I actually did. But the website was actually a scam and I ended up having to file a dispute. But I still was always searching. (Ha! I just realized what I did there if your a fan you’ll understand) Finally I found it on Mercari Japan. The 1000 pc one. I cried when I found this. I actually cried. (Also it was thanks to my friend Hana because she reminded me that I do shop from Mercari Japan now and have new sources 😂.) I still had no luck for a while but finally it paid off. Also of course also thanks to Punky for actually purchasing it for me.❤️) Didn’t open this one yet though but I’m gonna soon! These are puzzles so they are meant to be assembled no matter how much they cost. They aren’t meant to sit in boxes.😤 But for right now the shrink wrap is still on this one till I have a suitable working area to complete it.
3) Sword Art Online (Original First Series)- I don’t have much info on this one tbh. Except for the fact that it is official and it was the HARDEST one out of all these to find. I can’t even tell you how I just kinda was searching and searching and someday “poof”, a magic second hand shop link showed up and that was the end of it. (I though it was honestly a scam.😅) It’s the hardest to get cause one, it’s the first series is really old. Two, I think this one was distributed in America (I could be wrong) so even all my Japan shop merch hunting skills wouldn’t do anything to help me. There is a Japan version of this one I believe that is a mosaic, it’s the same image but inside all the pixels are screenshots of the first series. Unfortunately I’ve yet to see that for sale not assembled. Maybe someday.) I’m still very pleased about this one cause as nice as it looks sometimes mosaics are just too busy! It arrived in shrink wrap so it’s brand new. I have taken the shrink wrap off just to check for damages or tampering and found none. All the puzzle bags are sealed! Will also be completing this one when I have a suitable work area as well.
And that’s the last one. I have a bunch more Mitsaki and Kirisuna merch coming other then just puzzles (because I have no self control and going through stuff at the moment and need retail therapy). I’ll be posting those as they come cause I do want to share them. Like some really gorgeous Asuna figures, (Tbhk why do you not have actual figures 😭) Nendos, and other things. So if your interested look out for those cause I’m a bit of a collector (just a bit).
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bumblebee-moreno · 3 years
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Sacrilege (part one; Selkie!Tovar x GN Reader)
Selkie!Tovar is finally here! 
Word count: 1566
Warnings: None? probably some historical inaccuracies but idk tbh, personal Selkie Lore, the title will make sense later, I promise.
A/N: Meant to take place shortly after the events of The Great Wall. Part two is scheduled to come out Feb 3, but if y’all like this part, I may release the next one early. Talk to me if you liked it (I would love any excuse to talk about Selkie!Tovar tbh)!
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Pero grips his coat closer to his chest. The bustling of the crowd around him is almost overwhelming. Markets like this, he supposes, are the closest thing humans get to the crowded beaches his mother used to bring him to. It seems rather silly to him: why gather together if not to enjoy the peace and comfort of being safely surrounded by your own kind?
Very few things humans do make sense to Pero. This market, for instance. Why buy fish when you live right by the ocean? He can’t find much of a difference between the fishermen and the rest of the population. Is there something he’s not seeing that makes most people unable to hunt? Pero pities the poor land-creatures who had never felt the thrill of chasing down a meal for themselves.
Pero rubs at his eyes with his free hand in a half-hearted attempt to quell the ever-present exhaustion that had made its home in his head over the course of his journey. He can’t wait for nightfall when he can return home.
His family had been right. Humans are greedy, self-centred warmongers. It’s a wonder they haven’t brought their own extinction upon themselves yet.
It was a silly decision to join the world of the land for so long. Pero knew the evils of man. It was childish of him to think the ones who made their homes on dry ground would be any different from those who journeyed to the open sea.
No, humans make no sense to Pero. But then again, he’s not sure he wants to understand them anymore. Why would so many surrender their lives to steal an armload of a mysterious black powder?
Was it sheer curiosity, much like the wonder that had brought Pero on the very same journey? Pero scoffs at himself. No. Humans may take without much concern for the consequences, but they do not take for such frivolous emotions as curiosity. No, the reason has to be far more sinister.
After all, he’s seen what the black powder can do. He’d been told it could change the world. He’d been told he’d be a hero if he brought back even a tiny bit of it. He doesn’t understand. It seems as though the powder only takes lives. How could he be a hero if he spread the use of such a destructive substance?
Pero’s thoughts are drowned out by voices shouting around him. Angry words echo over the crowd and people begin to push and shove with the intention of moving others, instead of to create a path for themselves.
The few mothers Pero can spot begin gathering their children and seeking escape from the changing energy of the crowd.
Pero lifts his gaze in hopes of spotting the origin of the sudden outburst of the people around him. All he can see in every direction is fighting. People push and shove and hit and pull at each other without much care as to who they may be hurting. Or, perhaps their motivation is to hurt as many as they can. After what he’d seen these past months, Pero figured the latter was more likely.
The crowd grows more and more intense, much like the surface of the ocean on those angry nights where the sky and the sea disagree. If Pero knows anything of conflict like this, it’s that unless you wish to fight the waves, it’s best to avoid it altogether.
He begins to weave his way between people, pushing through when he cannot find an opening to slip himself into. It’s slow, he gets shoved into several people who didn’t seem to care he was moving past. But it’s better than remaining stranded.
Pero can see people walking away. He’s close to freeing himself from the horde of angered people.
Then suddenly, he feels a pulling. He tightens his grip on the soft material in his arms, but it’s too late. The fur slips from his fingers and disappears. Pero whirls around in place, searching for the source of the pulling. For his coat. But all he can find in every direction are the faces of the species he is pretending to belong to.
Pero’s heart quickens. Where is it? Shouted words blur together into an unrelenting howl and echo through Pero’s head. Pero searches through the crowd. It couldn’t have gone far, could it?
He’d thought the most terrifying point in his life would be the battle he’d escaped a few weeks ago. But that terror pales in comparison to this.
Pero’s knees weaken. His hands begin to shake. What if he never finds it? What if someone saw the coat being pulled from his grasp and decided to keep it for themselves?
Tears sting at Pero’s eyes. His vision blurs. His body threatens to collapse on itself. He just wants to go home. And yet, somehow that was too much to ask of humanity to allow.
How could he be so stupid as to ignore the stories he’d been told? He should have known this would happen. It always happens. That’s why no one ever dared journey past the beach. And yet he had.
Over the ringing in his ears, he hears a single voice.
“Excuse me,” It says before a small tap on his shoulder sends Pero spinning on his heel. “You dropped your coat,” The voice, now matched to a face, finishes, lifting the familiar fur as an offering.
Pero tears the coat from your grip and pulls it close to his chest, almost as if he were guarding an infant. His voice refuses to work, so he gives you a teary smile of gratitude. He hopes humans understand smiles.
You smile back.
***
“Not again,” you groan when the usual market commotion elevates into enraged shouts.
Why couldn’t they wait just five more minutes before starting a fight? Five minutes and you would’ve been at your stand, out of the way of this nonsense.
You shift your basket to your hip and use your free hand to push through. You’re already late this morning; you don’t need to get stuck in the middle of this.
Your hope begins to diminish, though, when you lift yourself onto your toes and discover that you can’t see the end of the chaos.
You curse under your breath before continuing to push in the direction you know you will eventually find your stand. Why did this have to happen today of all days? Sure, you’d been telling yourself for months to arrive before sunrise so you’d beat the morning rush, but was it too much to ask for the stars to align and give you one, just one, nonsense-free day?
A fist narrowly misses your ear. If it had been years ago, you’d have flinched. But you’ve swam through this sort of crowd enough times by now that a stray punch is the least of your worries.
A body slams into yours. You stumble backwards, shifting your basket just enough that its contents don’t spill out. You’re about to move on when you feel a tug at your arm.
You pull back to free yourself and are met with hardly any resistance. You look down. A strange coat falls at your feet.
Your visions snaps back up in time to see the last of the soft material slipping from the arms of its owner. He’s a strange man. In another town, perhaps he’d fit in. But in this small gathering of fishermen and farmers, he stands out like a sore thumb. The scar over his eye, combined with the clumsiness as he navigates the crowd tells you this man spends very little time in a bustling market like this.
The crowd shifts, pulling the man out of your sight.
You’re tempted to continue on. The coat isn’t your problem. If it were important, he’d have kept a better grip on it. But, as you take a step, something stops you.
With very little grace, you stoop to pick up the coat, nearly dropping your basket in the process. You drape the coat over your arm and run your fingers over the soft fur.
You search through the slowly calming crowd. With every passing moment, you begin to lose hope of finding him again. Every minute of your day is precious and you’ve already lost time to the crowd.
You’re about to give up when you spot a tense figure. He’s searching around him, and upon closer inspection, you find panic in his eyes. He turns to search in the other direction, unsure as to where to look.
You push through the crowd until you’re close enough for him to hear you.
“Excuse me,” you speak up over the hum of the busy town square. He doesn’t respond for a moment, so you tap him on the shoulder.
As if he’d been burned, the man whirls around. He looks as though he can’t decide whether to lash out or collapse in panic.
“You dropped your coat,” You shift to offer him the peculiar fur.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he tears the coat from your grip and holds it close.
His eyes threaten to overflow with relief. The coat must have been incredibly important to him. A family heirloom, you suppose.
He offers a hesitant smile. You return the gesture before adjusting the basket at your hip and shuffling away.
Tags: @justanotherblonde23​ @itsaisopodkillmepls​ @andriecastana​
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ren-meteor · 3 years
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Bio: Tethys
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First Name: Tethys
Last Name: n/a
Date of Birth: June 21st
Age: 20′000+ y/o, Appears 28
Alias: Nomad
Gender: Female
Siblings: n/a
Sexuality: Bisexual 
Species: Half God, Half Human
Hair Color: Warm Brown
Eye Color: Glowing seafoam green
Appearance: 
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Origins: Earthrealm
Current Location: Earthrealm 
Height: 5’7
Alignment: Neutral Good
Status: Alive
Social Status:
Raiden’s Apprentice
Daughter of Poseidon
Lady Tethys
Affiliation: 
Shirai Ryu (Ally)
Special Forces (Ally)
White Lotus Society
Physical Health: Excellent
Mental Health: Excellent
Likes:
 Oceans
Beaches 
Sailing
Helping others
Gardening
Stargazing
Dislikes:
Disrespect
Shao Khan
Liars
Manipulation
Injustice
Unnecessary death
Speed: 5/10
Agility: 6/10
Intelligence: 9/10
Strength: 9/10
Stamina: 8/10
Stealth: 4/10
Cooperation: 9/10
Durability: 7/10
Fighting Skills:  9/10
Flexibility: 7/10
Reflexes: 8/10
Instincts: 7/10
Mentors:
Raiden
Grandmaster Hasashi 
Selene
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 Family:
Poseidon (father-alive)
Thalia (mother-dead)
Friends / Allies: 
Selene
Raiden
 Fujin
 Sonya Blade
 Johnny Cage
 Lui Kang
 Kitana
 Kuai Liang
 Hanzo Hasashi
 Jackson Briggs
 Jacqui Briggs
 Jade
 Nightwolf
Enemies:
Shang Tsung
Shao Khan
Mileena
Kano
Sindel
Shinnok
Kronika
Geras
Love Interest: Fujin
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Love Status: Lovers
Weapons / Accessories:
Water pouch
Greek Short Spears x2
 Powers:
 Water manipulation - Hydrokinesis 
 Healing
 Teleportation
 Turning into a liquid state/hide in water
Pulling moisture out different sources (plants, humans, air, earth)
Personality:  
Tethys is kind to a fault. Her life is sculpted to help those in need and to protect those who could not protect themselves. She is incredibly humble, never thinking herself above others and without hesitation would put herself in harm's way to save those she cares about.
History: 
 Tethys was born to a mortal mother in the oceanside town Helos, Laconia. During her youth, she had never met her father, but from what she was told by her mother she knew she was different because of him. She discovered her hydrokinesis while she was very young, and immediately became fascinated by it. She practiced non-stop to become better and better with her ability, finding new and exciting ways to manipulate the water around her. 
Eventually, because of her abilities, she was sought after by armies. She was enlisted, under threat of her mother’s death if she didn’t. Years of war and battle had worn her down to a shell of what she used to be. The final straw was when her mother was murder through a miscommunication. Normally, she was a very reasonable woman, but she only saw blood. She knew the other foot soldiers were innocent; they were followers. She went for the command, eliminating them one by one because of their involvement, until they were all gone. 
Once that had been done, there was nothing left in her home anymore. She left everything behind, taking up a more nomadic lifestyle and began to travel the world. She needed the break of fighting for others, and needed to take a bit of time for herself- become more human, she supposed. 
Through her travels, she met a plethora of different people, taking a bit of them all as she went. Eventually, her path led her to a small village which had no immediate access to water. Tethys quickly got to work, using her abilities to create a freshwater well for them. The people then informed her of another village in the same situation, and she found a purpose for herself. Tethys would then go on to travel in search of those she could help- providing water, healing and defending- making friends and gaining a kind and virtuous reputation. 
Her actions would eventually be noticed by Raiden, who admitted that while she was skilled, she was still a novice and had a lot to learn. He offered to train her and better her skills, which she graciously accepted. Under his wing her skills grew exponentially even if they didn’t see eye to eye on everything, and she met many other skilled fighters- including Fujin.The two immediately hit it off, becoming friends quickly. But Raiden had to remind her more than once what her true purpose at the temple was. It didn’t stop the two from making it a game of not being caught.  
But being in the Sky Temple to train- it wasn’t where she felt her abilities were best used. Once she felt like she had learned everything that she could from him- much to his displeasure- Tethys returned to the mainland where she built a home in Greece, taking a small break before returning to her travels. 
During the events of MK11 she, like Sindel, had no part in the major battles. Making an appearance once the heroes set up base at the Fire Gardens, she remained with Raiden, strategizing and tracking activities of Kronika and her armies. When Scorpion arrived with the news of Hanzo’s demise, she felt a part of her disappear. But once listening to Scorpion, she believed his story, and tried to reason with Raiden when he challenged. Tethys stood up to him after he attacked Scorpion with Shinnok’s amulet, only to get the same treatment. To say she lost trust in Raiden was understandable. And despite his realization later, it was not wholeheartedly gained back. 
While she did help further develop the attack on Kronika, she instead stayed behind in the Fire Gardens, should something happen and Earthrealm was attacked. 
During the events of Aftermath, she was instead recruited shortly before Sindel. She proceeded to accompany the trio, assisting in bringing back Sindel, the take down of Cetrion and the pushback of Kronika. Once reaching the island, Tethys joins Raiden in keeping the outworld forces at bay. She eventually meets her demise at the hands of Shang Tsung while attempting to defend the lives of Raiden and Fujin. She would return in the New Era.
Huge thanks to @starneko123​ for the help with this  🤗
***note: tbh with the inclusion of Kharon in mk11, I kinda just went with the assumption that other Greek figures exist in the MK universe. 🤷   
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Hello, since some time already I've been trying to find more information about Ahmed's concubine Mahfiruz Hatun and I couldn't help, but wonder when or how she died. Somewhere I read she died during Ahmed's reign probably by sickness or in childbed and on another page I read the opposite and that she lived until her son became sultan. Also another confusing topic about her for me is who of Ahmed's children she is the mother of. Why are there so less informations about her?
I'll start off by answering your last question: there is so little information about her because she was overshadowed by Kösem, who was haseki sultan. If you look at other valide sultans who had not been haseki sultans, you see that about both Handan and Halime there is little information (in their case, they had been overshadowed by Safiye).
I have talked about her so many times so far but I have decided to put everything I was able to find in this answer so as to dispel any other questions. This is going to be long but I hope clear enough.
About Mahfiruze's fate, there are different schools of thought:
Peirce says that she was probably beaten and exiled for speaking against or offending Kösem, therefore she was alive when Osman II took the throne but for some reason was not called back to Topkapi to be valide sultan, and died in 1620.
Uluçay, Sakaoğlu and Öztuna say that she was alive when Osman II took the throne and that she was valide sultan for two years
Baki Tezcan says she died in 1610 at last (I believe a couple of years later, as I'll explain shortly)
Her name
Baki Tezcan says that her name "was probably Mahfiruz": "Although one comes across this name in quite a number of modern sources, its earliest appearance, as far as I have been able to determine, is in the chronicle of Nai'ma, who was not a contemporary" (The debut of Kösem Sultan's political career)
Öztuna calls her "Hadîce Mâh-Fîrûz(e)" and Sakaoğlu says she was variously called "Mahirûze, Hatice Mahfirûze, Mahfirûze, Mahfirûz, Mah-ı Feyrûz". Ahmed Refik refers to her as "Hadice Mahfiruz" but, as Tezcan says, "his source is not clear".
Her origins
Frequently it is said that Mahfiruz was Greek and that she taught Osman Greek. Tezcan has been able to determine that the source of this claim is not a work of historiography but a novel: Histoire d'Osman premier du nom, XIXe empereur des turcs, et de l'impératrice Aphendina Ashada by Madeleine-Angélique de Gomez published in 1743. Apparently it wasn't the only novel she wrote about the Ottomans or the Safavids.
Therefore even her origins are disputed and unsure. She may have been Greek nonetheless but Madeleine-Angélique de Gomez's novel cannot be use as the basis of this claim.
Her children
Osman II is clearly the only child we're absolutely sure was hers.
Öztuna lists other children: Şehzade Bâyezîd, Şehzade Süleymân, and Şehzade Hüseyn. Those who include Mehmed too in the list of her children nonchalantly forget that Osman was born in November 1604 and Mehmed in March 1605. Therefore Mehmed cannot be her son (it's Kösem's but people just won't accept it).
Cristoforo Valier said - between 1612 and 1615 - that Ahmed I had four sons: two with the sultana alive and two with the sultana who had died. Valier died on 15 July 1615 while returning to Venice so he had left Istanbul a little earlier, I assume. He doesn't say how long has Osman II's mother been dead though.
Tezcan thinks that Gevherhan Sultan was Osman's full-blooded sister because he bases his claims off Pietro della Valle, who says:
"Il giorno seguente alla morte di Nasuh, fu subito assunto al carico di primo visir Muhammed bascià, genero egli ancora del Gran Signore, cioè marito della prima figliuola, che è sorella di madre del principe primogenito..." // "The day after Nasuh's death, Mehmed Pasha was appointed to the office of Grand Vizier, he too the Gran Signore's son-in-law, that is the husband of his eldest daughter, who is the eldest prince's full sister..."
The Grand Vizier della Valle is talking about is Öküz Mehmed Paşa, the husband of Gevherhan Sultan. This bit is the reason why Börekçi too says that Gevherhan was the eldest of Ahmed's daughters.
Curiously, Pietro della Valle's is the oldest work that mentions Kösem by name. For this reason, I guess, he is held in high consideration by both Tezcan and Börekçi.
About the other princes, it may be that Süleymân or Bayezid as well were Osman's brothers. Süleymân was, in my opinion, not Murad IV's full brother because he's the first - with Bayezid - that he executes. That he first executed Bayezid (and Süleymân) means that he considered them the most dangerous. Why? Because they weren't his mother's sons and they could have been turned against him.
Bayezid is believed by Finkel to have been Osman's brother:
In a departure from recent practice, Murad had waited until he was home from his various campaigns before despatching his brothers: Bayezid and Süleyman – half-brothers to Murad and full brothers to Osman II – had met their end at the time of the celebrations marking the Yerevan campaign of 1635 [...] As Osman’s full brother Bayezid could be considered the rightful heir in Murad’s place. — Osman's Dream: The History of the Ottoman Empire
Let's leave aside the claim that Bayezid could have been considered Osman's heir because as we all know, and as I am sure Finkel knows too, it is not Mahfiruze's blood that dictates the succession but Ahmed I's. Aside from that, I agree with her. We can't be sure that Süleymân and Bayezid were Osman's brothers (I think Bayezid has more chances to be), but Süleymân was definitely - in my opinion - Murad's half-brother.
The only problem with this is that Süleymân was born in 1615 (according to Öztuna), late in Ahmed's reign and too late according to the European ambassador's claims that Osman's mother had died around 1610 (maybe 1612 at the latest).
Which brings us to our next point in Mahfiruze's life:
Her death
As I have said, European ambassadors were certain that Ahmed had as consorts "the living sultana and the sultana who died".
the English ambassador George Sandys, who wrote presumably in 1610, or around this time, said about this:
"this also hath married his concubine, the mother of his yonger sonne, (she being dead by whom he had the eldest) who with all the practices of a politicke stepdame endevours to settle the succession on her owne...”
This bit not only would confirm that Ahmed has married Kösem at some point in his reign but that Mahfiruze died pretty early in his reign.
Cristoforo Valier, between 1612 and 1615 (when he died), said that Ahmed had four sons: "two from the sultana who died and two from the one alive"
Pietro della Valle too said that Osman's mother had died when he wrote about Osman II's accession to the throne:
"Othman figliuolo primogenito di Sultan Ahmed, ma non figliuolo della sultana Chiosemè vivente." // "Osman, Sultan Ahmed's firstborn son, but not son of the living sultana Kösem"
The French ambassador, Achille de Harlay, writing on Osman II's accession, said the same thing:
"non le fils de la sultane vivante mais l'ainé nommé Osman, orfelin de sa mère des il y a dix ans" // "not the son of the living sultana but the eldest named Osman, who has been motherless for ten years"
De Harlay had reported that Osman's mother was dead even earlier:
That Osman’s mother is dead is also stated in a relation on the life and death of Nasuh Pasha (d. 1614), written sometime after Nasuh’s execution in 1614 and sent by the same ambassador on March 5, 1616 — Searching for Osman
Then we have the second school of thought: Mahfiruze was in fact alive when Osman became sultan and died in 1620. This is usually said by Turkish historians (is it because they don't check Italian sources? Who knows but I wouldn't blame them tbh, there is literally nothing in common between Turkish and Italian):
Öztuna claims that Mahfiruze was valide sultan for two years, when she died on 26 October 1620. As he doesn't source his claims, we can only speculate who his sources are, but it's probably Uluçay who says the same thing:
"But these happy days did not last long. She died in the third year of her son's reign in 1620, and was buried in Eyüp Sultan Mosque"
Even a very recent work of historiography like Aylin Görgün-Baran's essay titled "A Woman Leader in Ottoman History: Kösem Sultan (1589-1651)" reiterates the same thing:
"By the way, the reign of Osman II had caused Kösem Sultan to take action and she had developed strategies to get on with Mahfiruz Sultan and Osman II and established relationships with them for her son Murat IV. She had sent gifts both to Mahfiruz Sultan and Osman II and given messages to them that she had taken their side."
Apart from the fact that I don't believe that Kösem was working to put Murad on the throne (how was she supposed to know that Osman II would be childless and deposed and killed? Please), this claim is not sourced.
She also said that Mahfiruz had died in 1621, in the same year in which Osman had executed Mehmed.
Back to Uluçay, he bases his claims on the chronogram on Mahfiruz's grave but, as Tezcan argues, that chronogram only means that the grave was built in 1618, not that she had died in that year.
The document that M. Cağatay Uluçay, Padişahların Kadınları ve Kızları, Ankara, Türk Tarihi Kurumu, 1980, p. 48, n. 1, cites as evidence for the date of her death specifies her burial place but does not seem to suggest that she died in the year that the document is dated. Peirce states that the document cited by Uluçay is "not to be found in the Topkapi Palace Museum Archives under the number he cites" — The debut of Kösem Sultan's political career
That Osman built a grave for his mother right after he became sultan may mean that he wanted to honour her with a better mausoleum. Also, who builds a grave for someone who is not dead yet and is also fairly young? I mean if Kösem was in her late twenties when Ahmed I died, Mahfiruze must have been around the same age.
Finally, we have Peirce's theory: Mahfiruze was alive but had been exiled during Ahmed I's reign and, for some reason, her son did not call her back to Topkapi when he became sultan.
Osman's mother, Mahfiruz, was alive when her son was finally enthroned in 1618 after the deposition of the incompetent Mustafa. However, contrary to the assumptions of modern accounts, she did not live in the imperial palace during Osman's reign nor did she act as valide sultan (privy purse registers from Osman's reign list no valide sultan). Mahfiruz died in 1620, two years after her son's accession, and was buried in the large sanctuary of Eyüb. From the middle of 1620, Osman's governess, the daye khatun, began to receive an extraordinarily large stipend (one thousand aspers a day rather than her usual two hundred aspers), an indication that she was now the official stand-in for the valide sultan. What seems likely is that Mahfiruz fell into disfavor, was banished from the palace at some point before Osman's accession, and never recovered her status as a royal concubine. Banishment in disgrace would explain both Mahfiruz's absence from the palace and her burial in the popular shrine of Eyüb rather than in her husband's tomb. The Venetian ambassador Contarini reported in 1612 that the sultan had had a beating administered to a woman who had irritated Kösem; perhaps this woman was Mahfiruz. Mahfiruz's banishment would have removed a serious obstacle to Kösem's efforts to save Mustafa from execution, since the party of Osman had the greatest stake in the survival of the traditional system of succession. — The Imperial Harem: Women and Sovereignty in the Ottoman Empire
Honestly, I don't understand why she seems to think that Mahfiruze was alive - like Uluçay says - but then doesn't agree with his sources... strange.
So this is what we know about Mahfiruze. I have left out claims that she was related to Halime (?) or that the manager of the harem was her sister (?) or that she was related to Mahidevran as well (?) because I could not even find these things in books. I'm pretty sure it's someone's fantasy just going around the internet and for some reason people believed it.
I hope I did not forget anything!!
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beardedeldridge · 5 years
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My Experiences
Most materially/financially successful working to-date as I agreed to post from an earlier ask. (I chose this one due to the chain of results, recent time frame, less personal than some other workings tbh).
*NOTES
~Typed up quickly on my phone but done is better than perfect I guess.
~Tech - DSIC; pieces of several grims; some 7S (serviceable for starter but you can do better); posts from magicans on here (thedeedwithaname, coyote-696, jak, aur-ochs, etc); meditation heavy; took some habits from saint workings of others but applied to planetary angels; my own experiences from other systems, chrono app for times, correspondences from multiple sources, others do better write-ups for tech so read theirs and then read the actual grimoires.
~Leaving out a lot of details (away from journals at the moment) but here are the more important highlights.
*HIGHLIGHTS
So this started back about 5 months ago (and runs up to the present) when I posted one of my experiences using coyote-696 planetary talisman method. You can do a search under the tag @my experiences for more detail on that particular one. But essentially I created a talisman with the 2nd pentacle of Jupiter: to pass a ridiculous test, promotion at work, and general success overall.
The next day after that working I received a significant portion of the test bank with additional help to come later.
Given those results I doubled down on my planetary work (especially Jupiter) since then. And that talisman has become a regular part of my practice.
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Soon after, wife found the house (house #1) she wanted but we needed a couple of months before we’d be ready to put in an offer. I made a petition to Sachiel, reached an agreement to ensure that the house would still be available when we got ready to buy in a couple of months. Two days later it was listed as being in the process of selling. I was pissed.
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Next ritual with Sachiel. I spent a week preparing - fasted/abstained/meditations/smaller daily rituals/research/etc...
Leaving out most of the details but basically received some general instructions to tweak my planetary rituals, was told that there was another house for us (now really pissed - that wasn’t the freaking agreement) I ended up losing consciousness.
I was then startled awake during the next Jupiter hour (3:00am-ish) by an audible voice. So I started the ritual again, implementing the suggestions (still pissed but anger was replaced with a little more WTF awe). Anyway lot of stuff happened during the second go at it.
Highlights from 2nd part - lost time (way late to work), intense visions, and I received two images (for the rest of this post let’s call them 1 & 2). Finished the ritual but was feeling the effects of that working for a few days.
Couple of days later I was reading a grimoire and found image 1. After that image was a ritual laid out that helped flesh out the general instructions I had received on how to change my current methods. I used that as a basis on how to rework my planetary evocations.
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At this point I took and passed the test with only 1.5 weeks of lite studying while others average 2 intense months (and a lot of people still fail). So given the results I continued my daily/weekly rituals/offerings.
I received a promotion with a 22% raise - but honestly not unexpected given the outcome of the test. But I did receive it faster and came out ahead of my colleagues reputation wise.
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One of my ritual tools broke into the shape of image 1. (If you read my other posts that is now two tools that have been broken since I started working with Sachiel) But this one is still being used in its new condition.
Two higher ups, who are from the division I want to get into, approached me on a Thursday. Told me that they have a particular position opening up in 1-2 years (longer time frame actually works best for me for several reasons) and want to higher me. They then gave me a list of things that I need to add to my resume before that point. That promotion would increase my pay by another 80%. And since then assignments that provide the required experience have been flooding in.
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House #1 went back on the market (sale had apparently fallen thru) the week that we decided we were ready to buy (fulfilling the original agreement). But the same week another house that she liked even more was listed for sale (fulfilling the answer I received in the later ritual). During the next day’s ritual I asked if house #2 would work out better for us. And was basically told that I had already received enough signs.
Went to go view house #2. Etched on the front door as part of the design was image #1. Ok I was intrigued, while my wife was falling in love with the house, I ended up in the back yard where I found an item (image #2). Both items are fairly uncommon and very unlikely to both be found at the house. We ended up buying the house for below asking.
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TAKEAWAYS:
**I did everything I could to the letter, things I couldn’t do I found/used the best substitute I could, and to make up for the short comings I went over the top with extras (communion, regular offerings, daily meditation, etc). My advise when starting a new system, follow the prescribed ritual as closely as possible, substitute where you have too, improve as you go, but generally going bigger is better until you can refine the process from experience.
***Start incorporating regular divination. Solid results but stop doing this shit half blind dumbass! #personal
****Results require work and loss of sleep.
*****Give magick avenues to work through. Don’t expect it to do everything. Magick is a force but it can do so much more, with less, if provided with the proper lever/fulcrum. Would you rather it be able to move pebbles or boulders?
******I attempted to do a read more thing from my phone. Sorry if it’s a wall of text :)
*******Guess I’ll be sticking with to see this through
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marauder--harder · 5 years
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Operation: Not-So-Stranger Danger-A Sirius Black Imagine (Part 2 of Mission: Improbable)
A/N: Hello, my darlings! I have come to grant you with yet another chapter in the fic that has quickly taken over my life lol. I would apologize for this being out late, but tbh I think all of my writing has been posted later than I originally thought so, this isn’t anything new. Anywho, this is another slow chapter but I’m trying to build up quite a bit so I hope y’all will stick with me for this. I hope you enjoy! 
Word Count: 3,997.
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Sighing heavily, you fell back onto your old couch, ignoring the way it groaned under the pressure of your weight. Your feet quickly found their way onto the coffee table in front of you before you leaned back to rest your head on the back of the cushion.
“That bad of a night, huh?” Lily chuckled lightly, which turned into a full blown laugh at your dramatic groan.
“He went barmy in there, Lils! He was practically screaming at Dumbledore. Albus bloody Dumbledore! I knew that the debriefing wouldn't go well but did he really need to add to an already shit night?”
Humming in agreement, she nodded. “He did seem more upset than usual. Did something happen at the pub?”
Thinking back, you tried to remember as many details as you could from the past night and came up with nothing. “Nothing happened. He seemed fine, you know? Then once we get outside it is all ‘they should have been there!’ and ‘where could they have gone?’ It was not like him.”
“You mean hot-headed and charging full force doesn’t seem like Sirius? That's news to me.”
You rolled your eyes and huffed a small laugh before dragging your feet off the table with a small thud. “I’m serious, Lily. You should have been there to see how angry he was.”
“You’re worried about him,” Lily smiled, eyes twinkling with realization.
Your own eyes widened in surprise, quickly replaced by a knit brow. “Christ, yeah, I’m worried my mission partner has gone off his bloody rocker!”
“He isn’t off his rocker, you ninny,” scolded Lily. She leaned over and swatted at your leg gently with a playful role of her eyes. “Sirius is… Well, he doesn’t think before he acts and he lets his temper control him at times. I’m sure he will calm down later tonight and all will be right between the only wizard stupid enough to go on these suicide missions with you. You’ll have your tosser back in no time.”
You scrunched your nose in disapproval and shoved at her leg lightly in retaliation. “You make it sound like I’m in love with the git.”
“Well, aren’t you?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Blinking once, then twice, then three times in surprise, you sputtered. “I-I’m sorry, what?? Me? In love. With Sirius. Come off it!”
“Why else do you think James and I always call you two partners?”
“Um, because we are partners?? On missions. Only! Merlin, Lily, where is this coming from??”
Sighing softly, Lily just shook her head. “If you have to ask then you really are oblivious, love.”
“I need a drink,” you muttered more to yourself than anything else. With the amount of shit you’ve had to deal with tonight, you were almost disappointed with how many muggle beers you hadn’t had.
“You just came from the pub.”
Taking in a deep breath, you quickly exhaled and stood before walking over to your fridge. “Well, if you’re going to start talking about love then I’m going to need to be less sober. Want some?”
At Lily’s nod of approval, you found the corner of your mouth pitching upwards in a smirk before you pulled two glasses from your cupboard and a bottle of firewhiskey. You walked back over to the couch and sat down again, noting that the couch only groaned minimally this time. Maybe it was time to buy better furniture.
Lily waited until you were at least three sips into your glass before she cleared her throat. “So, you still worried about Sirius?”
Sighing for what seemed to be the hundredth time that night, you glanced down towards your glass. Feeling a slight sense of deja vu, you realized that you had ended up here more times than you could count recently. “I dunno. Yes. No. Maybe?” You gnawed at your bottom lip. “He just has been so angry lately. I mean, all of us are fighting the same fight here, but he was about ready to blow after tonight. I don’t know what’s going on in his head and like hell he’d ever tell me.”
“You should go talk to him,” she suggested and you looked at her with a quirked brow.
“At nearly half past three in the morning? You want me to show up at Sirius’ door. A bit barmy, that.” Tilting your glass back, you polished off the last bit before clearing your throat. “Well, this has been a real hoot of a day but I’m knackered. ‘m off to bed. You’ll head off soon, too, yeah?”
Lily merely smiled gently at you and nodded before taking another sip of her firewhiskey. “Yeah, in a bit. ‘Supposed to be getting an owl from James tonight.”
“Right,” you nodded, a sudden mix of guilt and concern pulling at your heart. James had been out on a longer mission and he was supposed to be sending in word of his position tonight. In your droning about your day, you had almost forgotten that Lily was home for the sole reason that James wasn’t there. It was about the only time she stayed in your shared flat anymore. “You need anything? Want me to stay up with you?”
Waving her hand, she took another sip, wincing only slightly as it made its way down. “Nah, I’m alright. Go to bed; you’ve had enough excitement for one day.”
Nodding, you began walking towards your room before stopping. “Hey, Lils?” you asked quietly. She hummed softly in response. “You know I’m here, right? You can talk to me about anything. I know you like to play the strong card, but I know this war is more difficult when you’re not just in it for yourself. And even if I don't have that…” you paused, glancing back towards her almost too small frame in the large chair. “I just want you to know I’m here, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“‘Night, then.”
“Night.” You were just about into the hallway when you heard your name being called so quietly you thought you might have imagined it.
Turning around, you glanced back over at Lily, whose eyes were red-rimmed and glossy. Without another thought, you walked back over to her and squatted down so you were eye level with her. The two of you were silent as you stared at one another, before you eventually spoke. “Ice cream or cookies?”
“What?” she asked, confused at your seemingly random question in her worried haze.
“When we were upset at Hogwarts we’d sneak down to the kitchens and have either ice cream sundaes or cookies. So which will it be tonight?”
You heard the faintest whisper of a laugh as she looked at you. “We haven’t done that in years.”
“Cookies it is, then,” you declared with a smile. “It will keep us awake too, as we’ll have to bake them. I’m sure I can find a recipe around here somewhere.”
Lily watched blankly as you puttered around the kitchen in search for your one recipe book. While you hadn’t done it much because of missions, you always had enjoyed cooking. You had often cooked with your own mother back home before you had been swept into the wizarding world. She had said that it was constant motion that allowed you to create something beautiful. Now, you found yourself doing it in times you were anxious—perhaps about an upcoming mission, or when you first found yourself alone in the apartment with Lily gone. You had started cooking again and realized that you were fairly good at it. Now, it became a source of grounding for you.
Slowly, Lily padded over in her robe and socks, glancing over the counter to see what you were doing. You looked up at her and noticed that her eyes were still red and shiny. Your heart immediately clenched at seeing her so obviously upset. She was your best friend and you hated seeing her in such pain.
“Tell me about him,” you smiled softly, trying to pull her attention from the dough you were currently mixing in a large bowl.
Lily gently sighed your name and you couldn’t help but smirk at how quickly she figured out what you were trying to do. She was your best friend for a reason after all. “You’ve known him for years; I’ve told you about every date and fight.”
“Yeah? Well, tell me anyway. What’s in your ‘top three dumbest James moments?’” you smiled again when you saw the faintest of smiles grace her face. “You’ll have to have some stories at the ready for when your grandkids ask about how crazy their grandfather was in his prime.”
“He’s got to come home before we can get to grandchildren,” Lily joked, but it sounded almost hollow.
“Humor me,” you said. “And get your arse over here; I’m putting you to work, missy.”
“Aye, aye, cap’n,” she saluted and you had to stop yourself from remembering the way Sirius had done the same thing but a few hours ago. No, you scolded, this wasn’t about you. This was about Lily and keeping her occupied until her idiot boyfriend was safe enough to send a bloody owl to keep her from worrying.
By the time you had tuned back in, Lily was already well deep into her story about James and her first date. She thought it sweet how nervous he was regardless of the rest of you assuring him that there was no need because Lily was already head over heels for him. Yet, he didn’t listen to reason and ended up making a fool of himself in every small way possible before the two of them even got down to Hogsmeade.
“He spilled hot tea all over himself!” Lily exclaimed, smiling wide at the memory of a flustered and embarrassed James trying to suppress his pain as he poured steaming hot tea all down his trousers. “Merlin, he looked like he was about ready to pass out; I’m not sure if it was from embarrassment or pain.”
“The poor bloke fumbled more that day than a baby deer,” you laughed along with her. “You sure he turns into a stag, Lils? Could it be a fawn?”
“Hey, he turned things around pretty quickly after that,” Lily reminded you with a fond look in her eyes.
You nodded along with her, heart finally relaxing as you noted how happy she looked when talking about her times with James. Good Godric, that girl was truly in love with him; and he with her. You couldn’t think of a better example of what real love looked like, even if caught in the middle of a war. Lily and James were soulmates, if there were such a thing. You wondered yet again if you’d ever have that sort of love after the war.
The two of you talked until the cookies dinged in the oven, signalling that they were ready to come out. Quickly jogging over, you slipped on an oven mitt and pulled the pan out of the oven, inhaling the warm, comforting aroma of freshly baked cookies. You tried juggling a couple of far-too-hot treats onto a plate and poured two glasses of milk before heading back over to where Lily had sat.
“Get ready to be transported back in time, my dear,” you said and watched as Lily pulled her eyes from the window.
“Times were certainly easier back in fourth year, that’s for sure.”
“Our biggest concern were OWLs and whether Prewett was going to accept Frank’s long courtship or not.”
“They make a great couple,” Lily noted while blowing on her still-too-hot cookie. “Glad to see them together.”
“Reminds me of another couple that seems good together,” you joked with a wink.
“Oh, you and Sirius?”
Choking on a chocolate chip, you coughed loudly and sputtered. Lily quickly offered the glass you had poured for yourself and you drained nearly half of it before coming back up for air. “I meant you and James!”
“I know, but when are you going to admit that you like Sirius?”
“Maybe when I actually fancy him??” You screeched before looking over at Lily’s patronizing gaze. Pinching the bridge of your nose in mild irritation, you sighed. “Look, I don’t get where your idea of me having feelings for Sirius comes from but I don’t. We are mission partners—strictly professional. I can barely even call him my friend!”
“That’s not true,” Lily responded with a furrowed brow.
“Isn’t it? I barely know anything about him; we didn’t spend much time together at Hogwarts. We are friendly and work together—”
Lily scoffed. “If you want to call a war work, yeah.”
“That’s no matter. My point is: how can I like someone I am not even mates with?”
“I think you may know more about him than you think,” Lily sighed. Taking another bite of her cookie, she then chased it with a few sips of milk and watched you, with growing amusement, much to your annoyance.
With a roll of your eyes, you leaned back into your squeaking couch and sighed. “Hate to break it to you but you’ve gone mental, Evans. Absolutely barmy.”
“I expect a whole basket of cookies when you realize I was right,” she smiled and curled up in her own chair.
The both of you were silent after that, thoughts of others running past your minds and distracting you of each other’s company. It wasn’t until you heard a quiet, suppressed sniff that you glanced back over to Lily, only to see her crying as she stared out the window.
“Hey,” you chided softly, reaching out to place your hand on her thigh, “he’s okay, Lily. ‘Always is, right?”
“I know… I just miss him.” She sniffed again and quickly began wiping at her tears. “I’m being ridiculous, I know—”
“It’s not ridiculous,” you cut her off gently. “You love him and you want him home. I get it; you don’t have to be embarrassed.”
“I know this war is important and everything, but it can really be a pain in the arse. It’s selfish of me to not want him out there and I’m sure he feels the same about me but it’s just been so long. I don’t even know if he’s already gone or lying in a ditch after some Death Eater has—”
“Woah, woah, woah,” you amended, squeezing her thigh tightly. “He’s okay, Lily. I promise he is. His owl will show up tonight and he’ll be back before you know it. Then you can yell at him for being a right tosser for not sending one sooner and you will have amazing make up sex after being apart for so long. It will be truly cheesy and I will tease you for it but secretly love how happy you two are together. But he will be fine.”
Laughing through her tears, Lily sniffled and wiped her nose on the back of her sleeve. “You’re right; there’s no sense in getting sent into a tizzy. He’s never been in trouble he couldn’t get out of before.”
“There’s my girl,” you smiled and watched her mirror you. “Now try to get some rest. I’d send you off to bed but I know that would be pointless, so curl up here and get comfy. You’ll hear his owl from here, right?”
“Yeah, I should be able to,” she responded quietly, eyes already drooping after her exhausting crying session.
You waited for her to get settled before you walked over and pulled the shades up on the window closest to her. You watched as moonlight trickled in past the shades, illuminating the flat in a soft glow. Padding over to the kitchen, you turned off the lights after boxing up the cookies and then did the same for the living room.
Settling into the couch quietly was a difficult task and you quickly glanced over to Lily only to find her already fast asleep. Your lips turned upwards in a sad smile, noting how young she truly looked while asleep. Her eyes were puffy and nose red, yet she looked so unbothered by everything happening around her. She was in the middle of a war but in her dreams, you could tell she had at least some small semblance of peace.
Curling up in the corner of the couch, you waited for James’ owl. You basked in the peaceful moonlight as you stared out the window and wondered just how you all got to where you were. You had known for your last two years at Hogwarts that you were going to be swept up in a war you didn’t want to have to fight. Yet, you knew that it was important and that if given the option, you would choose the safety of thousands over your own safety any day. What Tom Riddle was doing was horrendous and heinous and nothing short of cruel. To try and eradicate a whole population just because they weren’t of a purely magical background was a sick and evil thing to do.
Maybe that was why Sirius had been so angry lately. Hell, it made you angry too—absolutely livid. Yet, you tried to see the bigger picture and it seemed like Sirius was losing sight of that. To practically yell at Dumbledore, a man you knew Sirius respected and thought so highly of, was shocking to say the least. You had waited for Sirius to finish his speech about the way we must not have been careful enough when seeking intel before explaining to Dumbledore why you suspected you came up empty. You had suggested that you and Sirius may follow a different lead, perhaps even going undercover, in order to gain more insight as to where Riddle’s defences lied.
“If we infiltrate the base and gain their trust then this will be over so much quicker! We could take them out from the inside.”
Dumbledore merely nodded, looking as pensive as he usually did before replying, “it is not a risk that we are willing to take, my dear. These wizards are not like you and I. They trust little and the threat of being caught is much too high.”
You watched as Sirius grit his teeth in obvious annoyance before huffing out another breath. This was the third time he had done it in the past five minutes and you hoped that he wasn’t doing it just to piss off Dumbledore. While you had never seen the man angry, you assumed that he was the most powerful wizard of your time for a reason.
“But, sir, with all due respect—” you started again but only a hand was raised to stop you this time.
“I’m afraid that the lives of this Order do not negate the lives of another. Thus, it is a decision I am not willing to agree on. Now, you and Sirius may continue telling me what happened tonight—”
“Nothing happened, you old fool! That’s what we are trying to tell you; nothing has happened for nearly a week! How could you possibly think that we wouldn’t be willing to fight? This is a war and we don’t win by sitting on our bloody arses stuffing our faces with Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Bean!!” Sirius roared.
Eyes quickly flitted from the calm, almost tired looking Dumbledore to the young, enraged Sirius standing beside you. Neither of them spoke after his outburst, yet the two men just stared at one another intently. Sirius’ chest was still heaving slightly, fists white knuckled. Dumbledore looked his whole one hundred-some years in that moment. Then he took in a deep breath and smiled sadly.
Before the old wizard was able to reply, Sirius seemed to have enough with waiting. Scoffing loudly, he gathered his jacket in his hands and made a beeline for the door. You winced as you heard the echo of the slam and bit at your bottom lip in worry.
“I’m sorry, Professor,” you mumbled, glancing from his to the door with wide, confused eyes. “I have no idea what has gotten into him; if you just give me one minute, I can—”
“Nonsense, child,” he dismissed with a tight smile. “Mr. Black has been under a great deal of stress lately. I do not take his words as ill-will. Now, while he has some time to cool off, why don’t you continue recounting what happened at the muggle pub.”
Once you had relayed your information to Dumbledore and filled out the appropriate paperwork, alone, you left his makeshift office with the intent to find Sirius and hex him all the way to France. Looking around the room, you noticed the empty tumbler sitting next to a bottle of firewhiskey. You walked over and pressed your hand to the arm of the chair, only to find it cold. Sirius was long gone by now.
With one last sigh, you stretched and grabbed your wand, ire long since exhausted. Now, the only thing you were hell-bent on was heading home so you could get some rest after a long night.
As you continued staring up at the night sky, you wondered just what Sirius was thinking currently. Had he finally calmed down? Was he angry at you too? What did he do to unwind from the long missions that you both went on? Was he the type to curl up and watch some muggle telly—you thought you had heard him mention it to James once—or was he one to sit down with a glass of hard liquor and put on some music to chase away the failure that was tonight?
You hadn’t even realized how long your thoughts had been swimming with Sirius until you heard the soft rap of a beak at your window. Blinking a few times, you moved to open the window and quickly gathered the letter that was written in James’ obvious, messy scrawl.
“Shh, pretty bird; my friend is sleeping and she needs her rest. Stay here and I’ll get you a treat for your troubles, yeah?” you whispered before heading off to the kitchen to find something suitable for an owl.
Coming back with a bit of turkey, you smiled as the owl sitting at your windowsill trilled happily at your offering. Giving it one last pet, it decided to take its leave and fly off into the night. You shut the window as quietly as you could, glancing back to Lily at least four times to make sure she didn’t wake during the process. Finding her still sleeping soundly in your big armchair made you smile.
Ever so slowly, you draped the throw from your couch over her frame and set the letter down on the table beside her. As much as she might be angry for it in the morning, she needed sleep and if you woke her, her anxieties on where James was and when he will return would cloud her mind enough to prevent her from going back to bed.
Checking to make sure that all the locks were set and the protective shield you had placed around the apartment was still in check, you made your way to your own room to retire for the night. Somehow, Sirius had crept back into your mind for the fourth time tonight.
As you laid down in your own bed, pulling the covers up past your chin, you remembered what Lily had said about you and Sirius. It was utterly impossible for you to fancy someone you barely knew. Even if they were handsome and funny and had a good heart.
No, you scolded yourself, you didn’t know Sirius well enough to care for him and it would stay that way. You couldn’t afford the distraction when you were meant to be hunting Death Eaters. Romance with anyone, let alone Sirius, would have to wait.
Still, part of you hoped that your soulmate, if they existed, would wait too.
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NINE TYPES || ENNEAGRAM.
Type 4: The Individualist (or Romantic)
Ego Fixation: Melancholy Holy Idea: Origin Basic Fear: They have no identity or personal significance Motivations: To find themselves and their significance Virtue To Learn: Equanimity (Emotional Balance)
The Holy Idea of "Origin" is to do with the understanding that everything derives from our Soul, or source of consciousness. The distortion here occurs when our personality or ego is searching outside of itself for an "Origin" and in doing so, romanticizes a quest for the "holy grail" that never quite seems to be attainable.
The Individualist is usually a self-aware, sensitive, and reserved person. They are emotionally honest, creative, and personal, but can also be moody and self-conscious. The Individualist has a tendency to withdraw from others due to feeling vulnerable and defective, and often feels disdain for ordinary ways of living. This type of person typically has problems with melancholy, self-indulgence, and self-pity.
The main obstacle for The Individualist is that they believe themselves to be "special" as a result of their longing for the origin of everything, or their perpetual search for that which will finally complete them (think of the stereotypical poet).
This defense mechanism of feeling "more special than others" can often be rooted in feelings of abandonment in early years (either physical or emotional) resulting in doubts of self-worth. In later years this results in the desire to compensate for these feelings of inadequacy by becoming important in some way.
Tagged by: @politescoutrussell Tagging: tbh i feel like half my dash has done it already, so please feel free to just take it with the greatest possible impunity (jk i just wanted to write the word impunity but still!! steal it if you want!!)
#{ ic | the dashing rogue }#{ headcanons | another day another back with a gaping stab wound }#//lmao he's definitely no poet but he's... got a surprisingly romantic outlook on life#//in his own way#//in a very different way#//in some ways he's looking for that last missing puzzle piece#//(usually found in the form of someone who honestly loves him which is always nice)#//his other form of finding a missing puzzle piece would probably??? being employed in something useful#//or just something that keeps him busy#//or hell learning new thinsg#//but hes afraid of failing at them (as many adults are) so he doesn't try#//and wow yeah abandonment in the early years??? hello???? abandonment issues is rene's middle name#//(its not but)#//i wouldn't say he's a poet by any means#//it's not entirely accurate??? or maybe its just that his inner creativity has been sorta stunted#//he never really explored it and never received the means to attempt to explore it#//(his handwriting is only neat bc he writes excruciatingly slowly ok)#//and he can't draw at all#//the most creative thing he does is keep a secret scrapbook of people that are important to him#//he started it after he was contracted to blu bc he read in a newspaper (after mountain lab) that keeping photos of people#//especially photos of people he loved or that he simply vaguely finds photogenic#//is nice#//plus that spy magazine and their tiny cameras and whatnot#//so he's just like 'nice guess ill do that' so now he has a scrapbook#//and also plants??? he collects those#//i guess its all in this oddly endearing kinda clumsy way??? like in no way are these things organized wel#//like the scrapbook is literally just pictures glued into a notebook with nice paper#//maybe with some like pressed flowers (not that there are many in the desert)#//(also this is the scrapbook alois talks about tbh bc rene takes a lot of pictures of alois and puts him in the scrapbook)#//in amadeo's verse there's a lot of couple pictures in the scrapbook
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Hi! I was wondering if you could give some tips on learning korean? I have learnt the alphabet but i don't really know how to continue now... Do you have any tips for this? (I know you say you're a beginner but let's be real you know more than i do) Thank you!
 Hi anon~! Thank  you for your question!
I assume there are more people who have this question, so this will be a long post. Please do keep in mind that I am not an expert in learning languages or Korean for that matter, and I learn languages as a hobby so these will just be my personal tips and recommentations!
Where to start?
So as you mentioned you already taught yourself Hangul, the Korean alphabet. To those just starting out I would recommend starting with Hangul as you did, because many have said it before me, but I will say it again: learning Korean through romanized text only is very difficult. You will sabotage your own progress by doing this, because romanization of Korean is very variable and confusing at times. Please take a couple of hours in your first week to fully master reading and writing the script before you continue learning. It will help you a lot!!
Together with this you’ll want to work on pronunciation. Don’t worry or feel bad when it doesn’t sound well the first few times. Just keep trying. I recommend listening (see a little further down for some resources): pausing after sentences and repeating them. Imitation after all is one of the most important ways in which a human learns!
When it comes to theory, I think it’s best to follow online courses or buy textbooks that fit to your way of learning. You can also learn from separate resources but generally books/websites have a set order in which you learn things - and these orders are there because you need to know certain things before you can understand other things, so I recommend you just follow a series of lessons.
 Online Theory Resources
I personally use the website howtostudykorean.com. It is completely free (except for the PDF files and exercise books, which go for a couple dollars a piece - which is still cheap AF tbh) and I really like the way and extend in which concepts are explained. The concepts are explained in such a way that you always understand WHY a piece of grammar works in the way it does, which I think is one of its strong points. I strongly recommend this website for learning Korean and I personally feel like this site as pretty much everything you need to get a good theoretical grasp. It starts on complete beginner level and extends out to hanja lessons even, so 10/10 points to them.
I have also tried Talk To Me In Korean (TTMIK) which seems to be really popular amongst most Korean learners but personally, I think the concepts aren’t explained very thoroughly and the way they explain the material makes me feel like a small child. BUT I am really positive about their YouTube channel so make sure to check that out!
Talking about YouTube, there are loads of interesting channels that can help you out! Some of my personal favorites are the TTMIK channel and the ever-sweet and funny Korean Unnie!
I think these are the most popular websites for learning Korean and I am about 99,99% sure that you won't need any textbooks if you use these, really.
Tumblr is also a really nice source of vocabulary lists andpeer-teached grammar lessons, and there is also a nice amount ofcultural lessons if you search good enough. Do pay attention though,because these types of materials are more likely to contain mistakesor typos. Besides that Tumblr is a really nice community to come intocontact with lots of other (Korean) language learners!
So. Besides getting your share of theory you will need practice. Especially if you don't live amongst Koreans (which I assume you don't) you will need to fill that up.  How do we do that?
Listening
For practicing listening there are a couple things you can do.
Listen to Korean radio and/or K-pop
Korean radio is a good source of naturally occuring speech. Make sure you put on a station that has a DJ that talks (some stations just play music). You get commentary, interviews, conversations and as a bonus you get to listen to Korean music.
Korean listening exercises
You can find plenty of listening exercises on YouTube. Maybe give these a try:
- Korean Class 101
- TTMIK Listening in Slow Korean series
- TTMIK IYAGI - Natural Conversations in 100% Korean
Korean videos/TV/dramas
The internet offers access to loads of Korean video material. You can check out Korean TV programs (Running Man is very popular) or dramas (try Viki.com). Another way I like to incorporate listening practice into my learning is by watching Korean youtubers. The more popular channels are likely to have both English and Korean subs so that might help you out.
Speaking
The best way to learn to speak Korean naturally, fast is of course to talk to Korean speakers. Finding someone to chat with if you have no Korean friends can be somewhat of a challenge. My university organizes monthly 'language cafe's' that bring together students  who are learning another language. Try searching for something similar in your own neighborhood. If you really can come into contact with native speakers, I recommend trying apps such as HelloTalk. I personally really like this app and have already earned a new friends because of it. It allows users to come into contact with others who are learning another language, and are willing to teach their own language to others. It is chat based but if you want to, you can also send voice messages or call.
Reading 
As someone who doesn't have English as a first language, I canconfirm that reading is one of the best ways to gain proficiency in alanguage. It provides you with lots of vocabulary and makes youfamiliar with sentence structure, grammatical rules and more. Trystarting with simple texts such as children's books and slowly try towork your way up to news articles, short texts and ultimately actual(simple) books. A simple google search quiry will get you to loads ofKorean news pages and  downloadable kids' books.
Other tools I use
Website: Naver English Dictionary
Basically the holy grail for Korean language learners. Gives you excellent detailed definitions and translations for both korean-english and english-korean. It also provides you with tons of example sentences, common word combinations, and my personal favorite: V-LIVE subtitles that have the word you searched in them. This function is AMAZING because you get to see how a certain word is being used in real, actual conversations. You can even click a link to go to the original video so you can hear the pronunciation and the context (conversation) in which it was used. Actual gold.
App: Rieul Korean (Android)
My go-to dictionary app. Has a link to four different online dictionaries (DAUM English, Naver English, DAUM Korean and Naver Korean), a vocab lookup section with hanja testing function, a conjugation section, pronunciation section, numbers section and a section on Korean idioms.
App: K'way and Grammar Haja (Android)
Both apps that explain grammar theory. Not recommended for learning but very handy to have as a reference.
App: TOPIK ONE (android)
Lets you take a fake version of the TOPIK I exam. Gives simple feedback. Very handy to keep track of your progress and to practice for the TOPIK exam if you plan to take that.
App: 라디오 한국 FM (Radio Hanguk) (android)
Just a very simple app with a list of Korean radio stations. I like listening to NCT Night Night on SBS Power FM!
These printable handwriting sheets - for giving your handwriting a fancy boost
Tips & Tricks
I like to set devices and applications to Korean to get some more exposure to the language. You can set sites like Google to Korean. The nice thing about this is that you learn new words that are used mostly online such as “닫기” (close) and “구독” (subscribe).
Try keeping a language journal. It is a fun way to bring your knowledge in to practice. I am actually making a post on that right now so keep an eye on my blog if you want to read it!
Get a study buddy. Nothing motivates better than a healthy dose of mutual support and a slight dose of pressure, hehe.
Study regularly, daily if you can. Even if it’s just half an hour a day, try to keep your study sessions consistant. Adapt the amount of time you put into the language based on your schedule and the goals you want to achieve. Want to keep up a decent conversation within a year? Plan on at least 8 hours a week.
Posts by others
List of free Korean resources by @onestopkorean
Nice lil’ list of resources by @elkstudies
I probably forgot to mention a TON of stuff but I hope this will help you on your way~! Lots of success and happy studying! 열심히 공부 하자!
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“at least the jury is still out on that one, so to speak”
so to speak is right, phoenix :T
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“I WANTED TO KILL YOU. WAAHHHH”
ok rayfa. easy there.
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aw. the dad is so strong that he cant even bear to see the murder brat sad. 
hdgdhfgh im gonna die he’s trying to cheer her up by acting like the bad guy
at the risk of sounding tumblry, phoenix wright is a cinnamon roll, to pure or whatever 
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...is this kooraheen’s ‘happy people’?
.....i don't like it
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ahlbi doesn’t get to be an assistant but he does get to carry all my unwanted crap!
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“first the high priest, and then his disciple! maya fey will pay for this!”
ah yes, she’ll pay for killing off people we recently proved to be dangerous insurgents. 
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WHOA OK GRAPHIC 
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well ok there’s no possible way Maya could have killed him that night.
“they think she came down the stairs and stabbed him” yes in front of 200 praying people. no, they weren't looking up but probably the sound of a knife being driven into flesh and also footsteps may have alerted them???
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rayfa wants to know how a time of death is determined, not for real... but because she wants to know what the idiot groundlings believe ?
either she’s an idiot and she doesn’t realize its completely legitimate, or the writers are still trying to make fun of religion via the “science and religion don't mix” joke which quite frankly is getting REALLY TIRESOME
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ok... well I'm not scientific expert but doesn’t the body eventually reach a steady temperature? how could you determine how long the body took to cool down if it was cooled down for a long enough period of time? also, it was really cold on that mountain. 
something tells me this will be useful later.
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again capcom, pointing out how unlikely your plot is doesnt make it better. it makes it worse.
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“I will curse you and your disciples for eight generations!”
I'm pretty sure apollo and the series has already been cursed, mrs. inmee.
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every time she kisses his picture i cry 
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Zehlot arrived at the same time as Maya, but Mrs. Inmee is more inclined to believe that Maya is a murderer? I mean yes she supposedly killed off the other two, but jeez. Talk about favouritism. 
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they let us check out the trash again... simply for a joke about phoenix digging through trash. I'm not sure how to feel about this.
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katchu-dehmal, eh? Pokémon gonna sue 
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hey um mrs. inmee
you've got a little something on your wrist...............
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“Puhray always prayed a lot”
the terrible naming convention just makes that sound incredibly stupid
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“She may say these terrible things, but it was just the way she was raised, I guess”
um... a lesson in tolerance i guess
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“I didn’t know him very well”
you didnt know the guy you stayed with for two years?? man i guess Puhray really did pray the most.
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i love that theyre mentioning ramen and burgers
and also that phoenix is offering to buy for maya
its the little things that make this game liveable 
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everybody loves steel samurai!!!
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“Whooops... its coming undone... WHOA!”
yes, it is indeed a very sexy picture. nice legs.
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“tentacled hag frog”
what is this, last airbender??
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“a spirit’s memory is cut off at the moment of death”
well of course. that’s how Mia was able to come to court knowing what was going on and being able to set phoenix on the right direction!
genius retcon there, guys. I guess that’s why Mia doesn’t make a comeback in this game :/
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“helped neighbouring countries seek counsel”
actually thats an interesting callback to the original games where they state that before DL-6, Misty and Kurain village were famous for helping out people in high places. this i do not mind so much.
... though i doubt this would prevent you being invaded, Kooraheen. Also considering she mentions ‘keeping their unique culture’ as an aside to that fact, and the fact that a lot of this fictional country is based off of Tibet... Ouch.
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“ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS!!!”
hey, there’s that ol’ Khumerican spirit!
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“so the queen can perform the dance of devotion? that’d be a sight to see”
Phoenix stop imaging the queen in a mini skirt.
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“theres no reason to panic, the police are on his trail”
the police that let him run on foot out of a crowded courtroom. 
id say you can panic now.
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in exchange for his visual youthfulness, phoenix has physically aged considerably.
meanwhile, Gregory Edgeworth was rocking major wrinkles at 35 and he was fit as a fiddle.
Oh Capcom, when will your beauty-based cruelty end??
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are we legit going to search for Datz
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ok now i rly wanna hear what a Warb’aad sounds like.
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further proof that phoenix is a huge carnivore. i am pleased.
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boy kooraheen isn't very accessible is it. stairs everywhere
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i love that no matter where he is, phoenix is always buying food for children.
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alright enough fun stuff. into the absurdly spacious sewer we go!
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I'm legitimately laughing my ass off why is it so funny that Ahlbi didn’t know his dog could track scents????
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AAA WE’RE IN
WE’RE IN A FUCKIN SEWER
IM YELLIN
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...oh my god no... i stg... dont you dare 
OH GOD 
OHHH GOD 
fuck....
i dont know who’s stupider: the rebels or the police
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he... can eat... an entire apple... that is half the size of his face... in one bite.
this, truly, is a man to be feared
ranger hobo, your new nickname is Potential Vore Machine
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>phoenix likes apples
further proof he is a good boy
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wow thats even worse
i thought they’d just put their base in the sewers, but no; their base is an OLD LAW OFFICE AKA THE FIRST PLACE YOU’D LOOK FOR LAWYER REBELS
again, not sure who’s stupider: the rebels, or the police?
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“public enemy #1 is a lawyer? didnt see that coming”
clearly you expect more from this game, phoenix
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“Im gonna sell out my best friend!”
>doubt
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OH OK NEVER LOOK SURPRISED AGAIN CLOSE YOUR VORE MOUTH JESUS CHRIST
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if he wasnt a rebel anymore he'd have kicked your ass since youre a lawyer, phoenix. its not that hard to put together that he’s lying. ...for some reason. 
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LAME. YOU cant show him your badge??? bullshit.
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fucking christ even when he whistles his mouth is larger than it should be. 
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he really is rebel!larry isn’t he
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so Dhurke has a power glare, huh? 
GLARE OFF WITH EDGEWORTH, GLARE OFF WITH EDGEWORTH, GLARE OFF WITH EDGEWORTH
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“is this a law book? the dragon’s mark has been branded onto the cover...”
pfffttt edgy 
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hmm. must be a new law-book if the defence culpability act is in it, since if i remember correctly that law was only recently introduced.
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i love that Dhurke’s shit is just everywhere in this stupid house
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...no way is he actually doing to
i...
like
i can’t even say punk’d. Phoenix, why would you try on a jacket that once belonged to a rebel leader while inside a rebel base that you’re not even sure is friendly to you? 
like i 
sense of preservation just goes out the window at the idea of looking cool?? actually to be fair that kind of makes sense for Phoenix so 
phoenix you should take it home and get it dry-cleaned.
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“hmm this is an old photo...” says phoenix looking at a photo that’s as bright and shiny as the day it was taken. also he correctly guesses that it was taken 20 years ago based on... what evidence??
actually if he actually acknowledged that thats OBVIOUSLY APOLLO THERE then he’d have an actual metric to go by but NOPE! just bullshit magic deductions!
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yeah or Nahyuta’s pulling a long game and you assholes are too impatient 
i cant believe I'm defending sadmad :/
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WAIT A SECOND. ARE YOU TELLING ME....... THAT KID WHO LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE APOLLO....... IS APOLLO?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?
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somehow Datz carried Phoenix through a tiny trapdoor and into this room huh
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yay psyche locks!
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YES!!!! YEEEEES!!! I GOT TO PRESENT MY BADGE
Soj... you may not be... completely horrible.
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yeah phoenix, he was going to stab you if he thought you were on the side of the Queen
feel even stupider about that jacket now?
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“Keera was working with the government the whole time?!”
well i mean what other motivation would they have? even if they were doing it for religious reasons that still lines up with the government’s intentions. 
this whole thing has a blacklisting smell on it too.
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“a lawyer killed the queen, so the public turned against lawyers”
if that was how things worked, America would loath actors. 
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“why does he have to jump like that before running off”
cause he’s a cartoon character 
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“Well I guess we’re friends now”
oh phoenix 
my lonely baby
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also where the fuck is Shah’do? That dog is a better policeman than every official in Kooraheen.
and i love that nobody notices people entering and exiting a sewer in broad daylight.  
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well that was exactly where i thought it was
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WOW GOOD GOING PHOENIX YOU DUMBFUCK
“HURRRHH I THINK ILL GO FIDN TH  SOOPER SECRET REBEL BASE WITH THE FUCKING PRINCESS IN-TOW. GENIUS!!!!”
OH YES, AND THEN TELL HER EXACTLY WHAT IT IS. AND THEN LET HER COME INSIDE WITH YOU WITHOUT THE INTENT TO SHUT HER UP
BRILLIANT!!
PHOENIX WRIGHT, TRULY THE REBEL’S GREATEST ALLY.
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ohhhhHHHHHhhhh
well well well well well well
this is interesting
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“I think I’ll take a picture of this super secret rebel base”
hhhnnngghhhh
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search every nook and cranny eh
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“if the rebellion ever happens, i hope its bloodless”
while that’s sweet of you phoenix, you can count on it now, sincE YOU’VE REVEALED THE SOURCE OF THEIR WEAPONRY TO THE ENEMY
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“What’s this? A bloodstain?”
Hope it is not Chris’ bloodstain...
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CURSED NOISE
CURSED NOISE
TURN IT OFF!!!
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this is where capcom hides characters they don’t like
Klavier is somehwere in this room....... festering
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well we’ve come to the end of another investigation 
tbh I'm starting to get into the storyline, though it still doesn’t feel like an Ace Attorney game
it’s more like... it’s like someone took their Ace Attorney AU and made an entire game about it. It’s got some cool points to it, but all in all, it just doesn’t... fit, I guess?
Oh well. onto trial #2 and saving Maya’s butt once again
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can i just say that i appreciat that ur open about ur atheism? i've been an atheist for around a decade but the majority of my friends including ppl that i'm pretty close w/ are very religious and i've always been a little scared to tell them that i'm atheist. i don't want them to think less of me for it. so i really, really appreciate ur courage about your beliefs.
Oh, man, I totally understand where you’re coming from. I still feel uncomfortable telling people too, sometimes, because I don’t know how they’ll take it. Console yourself, at least, that even if they did reject that aspect of you, it only indicates that they are closed-minded, and not that there is something wrong with you. It’s more of a “their problem, not yours” kind of thing, but I know it sure as hell doesn’t feel that way when you’re the one facing the consequences.
Like a lot of other things, visibility is critical for acceptance and understanding. So I’ve been trying to be more blaséabout stuff lately (mental illness, sexuality, political opinions, etc). Even so, religion is the one thing that remains very hard for me to discuss with people! Especially because of how complicated things actually are for me.
(this got long, so, uh, ramble under the cut)
I was raised Methodist. My dad taught an adult version of Sunday school. My family was religious, but only in an observational sense, and a “I’ll pray for people” sense, not in like a bigoted or strict way. Very casual stuff.
But even then I was afraid to question things openly. It’s very ironic how you can have people who really don’t read their own holy texts, or really know very much about their own religion, but who will snap and defend it tooth and nail when (deeply) questioned on stuff like logic, even when they’re clearly not 100% sure what they’re defending. And that’s just the laid-back types. God help you (haha) if you actually try to have a meaningful theological conversation with a born-again, literalist type.
My brother became an atheist at some point early on, and I always had a vague disquiet about observing certain religious things, or the stories we were supposed to believe. I like knowing the reasons behind everything, so even as a kid I hunted for facts and origins of stuff. Simply through researching the origins of modern holiday traditions I ended up finding paganism, and for many, many years quietly sought information about many different sides/types of religion.
When I was doing this it felt extremely taboo, because I approached it with a willingly open mind, and not simply as a Christian. I actually read through the first half of the bible at the ripe old age of like, uh, 13 or 14, trying to better understand the religion–and hilariously THAT was an even bigger factor in me becoming an atheist. Many people share that sentiment, too. When you actually sit down and read the source materials for these things, it just … well. Things become clear.
Anyway. My unease with Abrahamic faiths, and some other major faiths, combined with my curiosity and love of the occult led me to become at first a “Christian Wiccan” (ugh), then (quickly thereafter) just a Wiccan, and then, after a long deliberation, an atheist.
This whole transition was SUPER uncomfortable for multiple reasons. First, I felt uneasy, always looking over my shoulder, you know, either for angry people or an angry god. Secondly, my parents didn’t like it and tried to dissuade me, leading to many awkward conversations. Thirdly, my already atheist brother would express pride in my skepticism but at the same time tell me it was only inevitable that I would become an atheist, mocking me for keeping any ties to religion at all. If he hadn’t been one of those arrogant kind of atheists, and hadn’t made digs at me, I probably would have become an atheist even sooner tbh.
Even so I haven’t exactly severed all ties to tradition. I actually still consider myself an Eclectic Wiccan, but I’m an atheist one (just like how there are atheist Christians, atheist Muslims, etc). I’ve kind of looked at religion as a whole and done a lot of soul searching with it, pulling out what I thought the purpose and sentiment behind the traditions and stories were from multiple cultures (see the “eclectic” part). I examined the sentiments of things, and the way doing certain things made one feel, and why.
It’s really hard to explain what I think these days and why I do what I do. I guess it boils down to a mix of philosophy, anthropology/history, and community. I see the worth in certain aspects of religion, in the sense of them being stories with a moral. The moral is the important part. You know how in the bible Jesus would tell all these parables (moral stories obviously not based in reality) to get across an idea to prove a point? That’s literally how every religion is to me, They’re all parables. That’s the best way I can explain it to people like my mother, who want to understand but are firmly rooted in religion and don’t intend to change.
The problem these days with expressing skepticism is that people are very closed to it. Even if they can understand why YOU feel a certain way about something, they may never ask themselves the same questions in earnest.
So many people view atheism as a destruction of society, of morals, of all structure to life. Some people even see it as their own religion’s view of evil (Christians viewing atheists as Satan worshipers, for example. Sorry, but, uh … Satan is a Abrahamic concept?? lmao) People see atheists and they’ve been conditioned to either think “EVIL!” or “poor, lost soul in need of guidance”, when the reality is … neither.
There is this toxic problem of religion having a stranglehold on morality. “Only the religious can be ethical, understanding, humble, etc” … It’s so untrue. In fact in many ways atheists can be MORE understanding, humble, moral, etc. than those who strictly adhere to what they believe are divine laws. The general point of religion is to be this system of philosophy that is told through stories regarded as true, rather like a “morality for dummies” kind of book. But if you can understand the underlying principles of that morality, you don’t actually need the fictitious examples to go back to for reference.
The problem inherent in all religions is that they have become so complex in their iterations, so needlessly convoluted, that they begin to lose sight of their true purposes. They can even spur concepts that go AGAINST their true purpose, like racism, xenophobia, homophobia, sexism, etc., and in those ways can be very damaging to society–a society they are meant to heal and bring together.
There are many people, even religious people, that are aware of that too. They gloss over certain bits of doctrine in favor of the larger picture of love and acceptance, and honestly, bless those people.
Anyway. I know I made this super long for no reason (but that’s just what happens when someone gets me going on theology). I guess what I’m wanting to say is, despite what many might think, there’s nothing wrong with being an atheist, nor should you be made to feel ashamed of it.
There’s a big stigma surrounding it because of so-called “intellectual elitism,” and people like to whine that only narcissists and assholes who think they’re smarter than everyone else are atheists, but that’s really unfair. There are certainly some atheists who openly mock religions, and are as bad as determined missionaries when it comes to converting people … but that’s their personality problem, not everyone’s.
Being an atheist doesn’t mean being an asshole (that’s a choice). Atheists can actually be some of the kindest people around. And it really does require a great deal of intelligence, empathy, and bravery, to work oneself past religious dogma, especially if you grew up indoctrinated with it.
So I understand why you feel you can’t safely disclose your beliefs (or lack thereof) to people, but I am proud of you anyway, and I don’t want you to feel like you should be embarrassed about it, okay? As long as you have a kind heart, it doesn’t really matter what you do or do not believe. Maybe if you approach the subject from those familiar angles, it will be easier to explain, and you can one day not have to hide anymore.
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Recent Non-Fashion Thrift Finds
Today, I thought I would write a little about my recent thrift finds and, in particular, those that fall outside the usual purview of this blog. Clothes and accessories will never not be at the top of my thrifting list, but I have been spending a lot more time lately looking for other treasures. Every 2-3 years, I go through a hard-core nesting phase – which is a relative thing, because I’m a homebody at heart in any event – when I divert most of my creative energy into my home. That time has come again, and I have been a busy thrifting bee. Let’s take a look at my more interesting, unusual or downright quirky finds, shall we?
Vintage Scarf Upcycled Project
I mentioned this in my previous post about our living room refresh, but it’s worth mentioning again because this was such an easy (and inexpensive) upcycling project with a big impact. This La Mendola (vintage, I think) scarf was a fabulous find for under $5 – pure silk, gorgeous pattern. Have I mentioned how much I love cacti?
I don’t wear silk scarves, but I knew I had to have this one because it was simply too beautiful to pass up. On the spot, I decided to treat it as a piece of art – which, in my eyes, it is – which meant getting it framed. After searching for an appropriate frame in thrift stores for a few weeks, with no success, I ended up getting a basic one from IKEA. We simply “sandwiched” the scarf between the Plexiglas front and the cardboard backing, because I didn’t want to risk damaging the fabric by pinning it down. We didn’t bother adding a mat; we used the (white) back of the stock photo that came with the frame as a makeshift mat, and it worked just fine. I think the slightly uneven borders add to its overall charm. From a distance, this looks like a poster; it’s kind of surreal, actually.
A quick tip for finding quality scarves: look for rolled edges. I used to think that meant edges that are doubled over and sewed nicely, but no. Rolled edges are very distinctive to the touch – sort of bubbly and quite bulky. You will know it as soon as you touch one. Every single expensive scarf I’ve thrifted – this one, Pucci, vintage DVF – has had a rolled edge.
Globe, With a Twist
I’m not sure if I mentioned it here before, but one of my more recent collections is globes. Sometime last year, I came across this photo when I was looking for bookcase inspo online. As one does. Ahem. I love anything map-related, and I was immediately smitten with the array of globes of varying shades of blue, and decided I needed this punch of colour in my own library. I have been slowly accumulating globes ever since, picking them up in thrift stores wherever I find them. This particular globe was $5 at VV, and was a very nice shade of blue:
It was only once I got home that I realized there was something different about it. Can you spot it?
Yup, my first Francophone globe.
Mantel Centerpiece
I tend not to thrift a ton of pictures, because my husband and I have generally divergent preferences when it comes to art unlike, say, interior design as a whole. He’s a die-hard for original art and I … just like looking at beautiful things. One of my favourite (thrifted) pictures is a reproduction of an old Picasso drawing:
I managed to “sneak” that one by him, and I also got this other repro accepted on the mantelpiece:
The larger painting behind it is an original piece from an artist friend, but there’s more to it than meets the eye: the original canvas was a mass-produced landscape I picked up at HomeSense years ago to hang in my then office. It was pretty bland and boring – the art version of elevator muzzak – and I was going to get rid of it when our friend asked if he could have some fun with it. My husband and I both loved the result, and during our recent living room refresh, we decided to make it the focal point of our fireplace.
Around the same time, I spotted the little “Rembrandt” and was drawn to its colour scheme, which echoed the colours on our mantelpiece. I thought it would provide a nice contrast/juxtaposition to the larger artwork, and I ended up buying it during a VV sale for something like $4 – a modest investment in case my husband balked at my idea. Which he did, initially. He hated it, in fact. But we argued talked it out, and eventually he sorta just … gave in. All I know is that the picture has been on the mantel for a good month, and hasn’t mysteriously disappeared yet.
Portrait of a Young Girl
Speaking of divisive items, this one was a doozy. This repro portrait of Bianca de Medici by Bronzino was love at first sight for me. Don’t ask me why; I know it’s maybe (more than) a little quirky, but I love it. (And I fell down a rabbit hole while researching it, which is one of my favourite ways to waste an evening or three, tbh). Love must have temporarily blinded me, because I bought it assuming that my husband would share my feelings. Not so much. He not only didn’t love it; he thought it was creepy.
Creepy?!
I like to think that I have a finely tuned creepiness meter – no dolls, puppets or clown paraphernalia for me, thanks – but this didn’t register at all, so his reaction took me by surprise. He was must have sensed my disappointment, and being the good husband that he is, he agreed to keep it around so that he might “acclimatize” to it. As of the writing of this post, we have not yet agreed on whether this can go up on a wall in the house, but I remain hopeful.
Update: it found a home!
Compromise
Makeshift Side Table
I love this little reading nook in the living room, but there is an electrical outlet that sticks out (visually) like a sore thumb. I initially wanted to hide it with a plant, but this spot doesn’t get a lot of light, which ruled out that option. As an alternative, I thrifted this large vase ($8) in a colour complementary to our overall palette, but it still looked out of proportion just sitting there on the floor. What would help is a little table, but it has to be just the right dimensions and style – and that is proving hard to find. In the meantime, I came up with an improvised solution: the stack-of-books-as-makeshift-table idea.
A half dozen or so large “coffee table” books later, and we had the right height. These are multi-functional; my husband and I love flipping through interior design books, so they are both furniture and entertainment in one. Most of them cost under $5 a piece, so it was an inexpensive solution to boot. Once we figure out what we’re doing with this nook on a permanent basis, the books will get re-homed in our new living room bookshelves or upstairs in the main library; no doubt, they will continue to inspire future DYI projects for many years to come.
Butterfly Terrarium
I love butterflies, but I had not come across butterfly terrariums until recently; first, in an interior design book, then on the Thrift Store Hauls sub-Reddit. Naturally, I became determined to thrift my very own. Thrifting for niche items is a long game, so I put it to the back of my mind. And then, out of the blue, I found one a few weeks later! It’s a small one, but it’s lovely:
I wanted to find it a good spot in the house right away, but none of the established “corners” of the house (like the mantel) suited it. So I made it its own spot on a previously-ignored ledge/shelf of the library.
This is all stuff I already had, except for the potted hoya which is a new addition to our growing plant family. I love moving things around every so often; it makes the house feel fresh without any major overhauls.
Have you found good stuff at the thrift store lately? Working on a cool upcycled project? Tell us all about it!
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