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e-of-west-glendia · 3 years

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For the very amazing and wonderful and super super kind @sirrriusblack. I cannot believe I’ve only known you for a year and I’m so so glad I know you Kay Kay. Happy birthday and I love you so very very much.

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The dorm was silent at this time of night. Everyone had gone to bed hours ago and the only sound came from the soft rise and fall of people breathing and the quiet rustling of the curtains.

Marlene always insisted on leaving the window partially open. Lily could never figure out why but she just went with it.

The autumn breeze blew the curtains around causing them to look like ghosts under the pale light of the moon.

They’re mesmerizing to watch, and quite frankly Lily doesnt have anything better to do.

She’s found that she can’t sleep. Her homework had been done hours ago and everyone else had gone to bed. So curtain staring is currently her best source of entertainment.

Although it’s beginning to grow boring. It’s only so long that you can stare at strips of fabric fluttering with the wind.

She’s not sure what makes her decide, but next thing Lily knows she’s pulling on a pair of shoes and leaving the dorm. Heading down the stairs and making her way swiftly to the portrait hole.

It’s chilly in the hallway, and the silence makes her footfalls echo across the stone.

She lets her feet carry her wherever they wish, not quite paying attention to where she’s going.

However, when she reaches the quidditch pitch, it becomes apparent what her subconscious is doing.

She sighs a bit. “Of all the places.”

No use turning back now, she’s already here. Besides, she wanted to get out of the dorm and now she is.

If it was cold inside the halls of the school, it’s freezing out on the pitch. Whats even better is that Lily realizes that she forgot a jumper, or anything warmer than pajamas, really.

She sits on the ground, deciding to lay back in the grass. It’s peaceful out here, quiet. Lily can’t help but let her eyes close as she enjoys the peace being outside brings.

“Well you’re out late.”

The voice startles her despite its familiarity and she jolts upwards.

Jamec chuckles from where he hovers in the air on his broom. “Sorry,” he says, running his free hand through his hair and offering a somewhat sheepish smile. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

Lily ignores the way her heart skips at beat at his laugh and soft smile.

“You’re one to talk,” she counters. “I’m not the only one outside.”

James snickers. “You got me there,” he says, hopping off the broom and sitting beside her. “What are you doing out here?”

Lily shrugs. “Couldn't sleep. You?”

James leans back onto his elbows, another one of his signature smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Captain of the quidditch team, Lils. Take every moment to train that I can.”

Lily raises an eyebrow. “It’s three in the morning, James.”

“Okay fine,” he sighs. “Couldn't sleep. Better?”

“Much.”

James just laughs and rolls his eyes, laying back and then folding his arms behind his head.

The two of them stay like that for a while, staring up at the stars.

“You just come out here when you can’t sleep?.” Lily asks eventually.

“Yep. So do you apparently.”

“Wasn’t intentional. Just kind of let my feet carry me, yknow.”

James turns onto his side, grinning. “Thinking about me Evans?”

Yes, she thinks.

“In your dreams, Potter,” she says, which only makes James laugh again.

Lily has to suppress a sigh. She’s started noticing things. The sort of things she’d have ignored last year and the year before.

Things like the way James’s eyes crinkle in the corners when he laughs. The dimples on his cheeks and the one on his chin. The way his eyelashes curl ever so slightly, just enough so that they don’t touch his glasses.

James stands so suddenly it almost startles her as much as when he arrived.

“Where are you going?”

James shrugs. “Flying.”

“Now?” Lily asks, slightly incredulous.

James nods at his already floating and previously abandoned broom. “Yep. Can’t see why not.”

“You’re blind enough in the daylight James, it’s not even remotely sunny out.”

He waves a nonchalant hand at her. “Quidditch Captain instincts.”

“You’re an idiot, Potter,” she mutters. Although if she’s being perfectly honest she’s thinking he’s several other things too.

“Maybe,” he says.

Lily shakes her head. “Definitely.”

She watches as James climbs back on his broom, expecting him to take off at any moment.

“You’re staring,” James points out.

“I’m not.” It probably sounds a bit too indignant to be believable and Lily is suddenly very thankful for how the darkness covers most of the blush that’s spread across her cheeks.

James only chuckles. “If you say so.”

He regards her curiously for a moment.

“Look who’s staring now.”

“Not staring, thinking.”

“About?”

James shrugs a bit. “You should come with me.”

Lily blinks in confusion. It takes a solid thirty seconds of staring at him blankly for it to click.

“Oh you mean up there,” she shakes her head quickly. “Yeah, no, I don’t fly.”

“Well you wouldn’t be,” he says and Lily rolls her eyes.

“You know what I meant.”

“Did I?”

“James.”

“Well where’s the harm in it.”

“Well theres-“ she stops short, not able to think of any suitable reasons.

“I was made quiddtich captain for a reason, Evans. Wasn't because I can’t fly.”

Lily just sighs.

“Do you trust me?” He asks.

And she does, probably a lot more than she should.

Its why she finds herself standing and walking to his side.

“Yes, I do.”

The smile he gives her in return makes this idiotic sky adventure worth it.

A breeze spins through the air and Lily, who is rather forcibly reminded that she should’ve brought something warmer, shivers.

It doesn’t escape James’ notice and he frowns.

“You’re cold,” he says.

Lily snorts. “I didn’t notice.”

Then, before she can protest it, James has taken off his jumper and is extending it to her.

“Take it,” he says upon seeing the look on her face. “Really, I mean it. I’ll be warm enough when we get in the air.”

It’s never been a good idea to try and argue something with James Potter. So with no more protest than a small sigh, she slips it over her head.

The jumper is warm, about three sizes too big, and despite being the standard quidditch sweater, it’s distinctly James.

“Thanks,” she mutters.

“Anytime, Lils,” he returns. Then, “You probably want to get on now, can’t do much flying if you’re still standing there.”

“Oh, right.”

She settles herself onto the back of the broom. And after a quick check in, they take off.

Lily can’t help the way her arms tighten around James’ waist as they pitch upwards.

“Alright, Evans?” He asks, and Lily can feel the way his small laugh vibrates through his chest.

“Mhm yep.”

She’s trying mostly not to think about how far down the ground is. Or why the hell anyone would want to play quidditch.

As if sensing this, James says, “Eyes up, Lils. All the interesting things are up here.”

She hums in agreement as she looks up at the stars.

“Hold on,” James whispers and then he leans forward a bit.

How fast they’re going is soon lost to Lily as they streak across the grounds of the school. Spiraling upwards towards the top of the astronomy tower and then down to the lake, low enough for her fingers to skim the water.

She’s starting to see why he likes it up here. Nothing but the stars, the sky, and the air. The air that's fanning her hair out around her face and makes James smile as it brushes his face.

There’s a moment when when he turns back to look at her. The corners of his eyes crinkling into his telltale smile.

Of all the people she had to fall for at school it had to be James Potter.

The one boy she’d spent years being annoyed with and trying to ignore. And now, after all this time, he was the one she wanted the most. The irony of it was that since they had become friends, it seemed as though he wanted it to stay that way. Lily could deal with being friends. It was better than whatever the hell had been going on in years prior.

Or perhaps it wasn’t. At least then she didn’t feel the small pang in her chest when he smiled at her.

They touch back down onto the ground far too soon for Lily’s liking. James gets down first, offering a hand to help her jump down.

She lets her hand stay in his far longer than she should’ve and when she looks up at him to see if he’s noticed, she finds that he’s looking in the other direction.

“Well?” He asks when he finally turns back.

“Okay, I’ll admit that was fun.”

The triumphant look on his face makes her laugh.

“Don’t get too excited. Quidditch is still a ridiculous sport.”

“I’ll take what I can get,” he says.

She walks with him as he puts his broom away, and then the two of them walk back into the castle, all the way up to Gryffindor tower.

It’s not until she’s at the foot of the stairs to her dorm that she realizes she still has his sweater on.

“Oh! I forgot to give this back!” She’s staring to take it off, but he stops her by placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Keep it,” he says. “I’ve got plenty.”

She doesn’t have an answer for that and it’s not long before James says goodnight and heads up to his own room.

Later, when she’s back in her bed, Lily finds herself staring at that curtain again. She’s fiddling with a loose seam on one of the sleeves as she looks at the curtain.

The way the red and gold of it billows in the wind. It reminds her of when they were flying, and suddenly the curtain looks much less like a ghost and more and more like James.

She supposes that they’re the same things. The curtain ghost and James Potter. Like a ghost, James Potter is someone she can’t have.

But at least they’re friends she thinks. And as she falls asleep in the jumper he gave her she slowly realizes that maybe, that’s not enough for her.

#It’s kinda fluffy???#ish??#I’m an angst writer #I can’t fluff #but here have an offering of my Jily hyperfixation #hopefully I didn’t switch tenses a bajillion times #but ah well it happens #anyways #HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAYAKKK #I LOVE YOUUU #James Potter #Lily Evans #jily #jily headcanon #jily fic #Marauders era #Harry Potter

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littlegiantposts · 3 years

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pilot

kageyama x f!reader

may contain spoilers!

EDIT: HIIII SO UH THERES A “pilot ~revised~” ON MY PAGE SO I RECCOMENTD READING THAT ONE CUZ IT HAS MORE CONTENT 👍🏽

Here’s the link:

description: In which Y/n is a new addition to Karasuno’s Girl’s Volleyball Club

THIS IS REALLY JUST LIKE...A TEST RUN..FOR THIS STORY CUZ I DONT THINK IM THAT GREAT AT WRITING and i feel like people wont really like it. so....yeah.

a/n: ok so, I’ve been thinking of this concept so much lately. It started off as just as a nice story to play in my head, but I really wanted to see if I could write it down. So, I felt like I haven’t really seen a lot of imagines or content on the girl’s volleyball club and I felt like it would be cool to explore that side. First things first, I am raised in California. Thus, I am quite incompetent in knowledge about Japan schooling. All my knowledge is really from me googling stuff and ofc, watching haikyuu. With that said, if I made a mistake on the take of Japan schooling, I do not mean to cause any offense. This is solely for entertainment purposes. With that said, I do not own the characters of haikyuu. However, there are some characters I made up with my own imagination. In addition, this is an “x reader” sort of story but I will be defining some of her characteristics so I am sorry if it hinders you from imagining its you. Finally, I am not that good at writing stories lol but im trying. I hope you enjoy.

I hate introductions. Y/n thought to herself as she sat back down in her seat after standing in front of the class, stating her name and her previous school. Her gaze shifted towards the window. The sun was out and shining and she had the perfect view of the gymnasium. Oh how she just wanted to get up from her uncomfy chair and leave the boring lecture and head towards the gym.

It was the first day of school for Y/n at Karasuno High. It’s not like she started in the middle of the semester, no, she was just about a month late into the school year. With her work ethic, she didn’t feel any pressure in order to catch up with everyone else. She knew she would get it done.

It’s not really her fault she came a bit late into the school year either. Her dad’s job required a small move, not that she was complaining. She didn’t really feel tied down at her old high school because: she wasn’t there for that long and she didn’t really make any friends, despite joining a sport.

It’s not that she didn’t want to make friends. It seems that her track record, or the lack thereof, from junior high with meeting new people has left an imprint on her.

Y/n looks down at the worksheet that was passed out in the beginning of class. The assignment was already completed due to Y/n’s eagerness to finish any homework that would take away time from her main passion.

Some people would say she was obsessed. Some would say dedicated. She simply sees volleyball as an opportunity. The class bell rings, signaling for lunch. Before she realizes it, she is walking towards the gym, in which she would meet the girl’s volleyball captain. As she is switching shoes, she can hear screaming from inside.

“-What did I tell you about touching my onigiri! You are going to pay for that!” “I really didn’t mean it this time, I promise! I didn’t know it was yours!” The voices were muffled, yet she was still able to hear the sincerity in both of the voices. Y/n was about to open the gymnasium’s door when the door swung open by a tall pink-haired girl. She was being chased by another tall girl with long blonde hair, but she was a bit shorter than the pink one. Before Y/n could process stepping aside because it seemed the pink-haired girl had no inclination in stopping, she was tumbled to the ground by the girl who she can only guess took an onigiri without permission. As well, the blonde clumsily tripped and fell on top of the two.

“You idiots! Will you stop it! We already told you, we got a guest coming today and we want to make a good first impression!” A stern voice called out inside the gym.

“Um, Moa-san, I think our wishes are already soiled.” Another voice chimed in from the gym.

“Wha- You dumbasses! Hey, are you okay?” A girl with dirty blonde hair came out from the entrance and offered a hand towards Y/n as the two perpetrators started to get up with apologies towards Y/n.

“Yeah, I am good.” Despite just being tackled to the ground, Y/n remains as neutral as ever.

“Aren’t you going to ask if we are okay?” The energetic, pink haired spoke.

“As if I care when you collide into our guest! You really need to be more cautious, Etsuko!” She barked. “I am Aihara Moa. Pleasure to meet you. You’re the first year that turned that application past the deadline, right?” she states more calmly than her previous statement.

“Pleasure is all mine. And, yes. Sorry for the inconvenience.” Y/n states with quite the unfazed face.

Does this kid crack a smile once in a while? Moa asked in her mind. She seems quite different than the other first years we have. Her thoughts continue.

“I am Oba Yuma and this is Morita Etsuko.” Yuma, who had the pretty, long blonde hair, spoke with a warm smile.

“Why did you introduce me?! I wanted to have a cool introduction!” Etsuko huffed with a small pout.

“Well, it’s not like you can recover your so-called ‘cool introduction’ from that full-body collision.” Yuma smoothly replied. Etsuko’s eyes widened and cheeks heated up as she couldn’t come up with a sly comeback to her logic.

“You guys are just lucky that Rinko isn’t here to scold you.” Moa warned the 2 first years. With the mention of the scary third year that wasn’t even the captain, yet she reigned supreme in the disciplinary department, they shivered at the thought of the punishment.

As Y/n stepped further into the big, bright court, she spotted that she could only assume was the captain as she looked so appalled at what happened.

“Hello, you must be Michimiya Yui.” Y/n knew she had to say something to pull the worried captain from her thoughts.

“Hi! Yes, that’s me! I am so sorry for those two. I would say they aren’t always like that, but I don’t want to lie to a potential teammate.” Yui spoke with an uneasy smile.

Yuma and Etsuko’s interests peaked when they heard “a potential teammate” come out of their captains' mouths. They were the only first years on the team, so the thought of another person in the same boat as them made them excited and wanted to join the conversation. The two first years gave each other a look and started to walk towards Yui and hopefully their new friend. However, before they could even be in ear-shot, the pair got pulled away by Sasaki Chizuru, another third year.

“Oh, no. Don’t think you will be bombarding her with questions right off the bat.” She bluntly states.

“Oh, c’mon Sasaki, aren’t you curious about her? Like how did she get into volleyball? Or even, is she a beginner? Or maybe she is an absolute monster who dominates the court!” Etsuko proclaimed as her mind went too fast for her mouth to follow.

“As of right now, it’s not our business. All we can do, and are allowed to do”, emphasizing the word ‘allowed’, “is to watch from the sidelines and quietly eat our lunches.” Chizuru instructed the first years and pointed at the far corner of the gym.

Despite her own words, Chizuru couldn’t help but glance at Y/n and wonder the same things that the first year questioned. At face value, Y/n was quite the enigma. The 2 first years gave a pout, but headed towards their desired location.

“So, you came from Niiyama Girls' High? That’s a really good school for volleyball. What made you come to Karasuno?” Yui asked.

“It was the most ideal school in terms of my dad’s work location.” Y/n states plainly. She didn’t technically lie. Well, it was an ideal school in terms to the proximity to her new apartment, but that was not the only reason. She saw videos of their interhigh-prelims last year and to be quite frank, Y/n was not entirely impressed with the state of their team. However, she knew that this meant there was room to grow for them. She knew very well that she could have gone to Shiratorizawa and joined their girls’ volleyball club. Objectively, with her skill set, Shiratorizawa made sense. Nonetheless, Y/n didn’t know what compelled her to pick this one. She convinced herself it was because she is a sucker for rooting the underdog.

Does this kid show any emotion? Yui thought in her mind. It’s like nothing affects her. Her thoughts continued.

“How long have you been playing volleyball?” Yui curiously asked.

“Since the 2nd grade.” Y/n quickly states. As much as she wasn’t showing it, she was just itching to show what she can do. The court was right there in front of her, after all.

“That’s impressive, alright, well if you’re comfortable with it, I’d love to see some serves and sets from you. After school, we can hold a three on three since we all aren’t really in the right clothes to play.”

“Sounds good.” To say Y/n was excited would be an understatement. As she removed her cream sweater, she could feel a set of eyes burning a hole on her back. She turned around to put her sweater down and realized that she was wrong. It wasn’t one pair of eyes, it was all of them, curious to see how good she really is. She could feel her heart pounding at the thought of holding everyone’s attention. She knew if she let her mind continue, the nerves would get to her and hinder her performance. She took deep breaths and started to quietly humm a song that was previously playing on her phone from her morning ride to school.

Yui passed a volleyball to her and ran to the other side of the net, and yelled, “Let’s see what ya got!”

Y/n carried herself behind the serve line, taking one deep breath to keep her hands from shaking. With that exhale, she opened her eyes and focused her sights on Yui. The captain wouldn’t admit it, but she could already feel herself sweating under the first year’s gaze.

She looks so intimidating. I’m not even on the court, yet I’m scared. Yuma viewed Y/n’s determined look. For Y/n, it was as if everything crumbled away and the only thing remained was the court. She starts her run up.

A jump serve?! Yuma, Etsuko, and Chizuru incredulously thought simultaneously with eyes basically bugging out of their head. They watch in amazement as she jumps with severe height and reeled her arm back. After that, all that could be sensed was a loud snap and then the ball smacked the ground next to the wide-eyed captain. The impact from the ball gave a small breeze through Yui’s short hair. The deafening silence that followed her serve filled the room in an instant. Those watching from the sidelines had to pick up their jaws from the floor.

“She’s a first year?! Are you sure?!” Etsuko broke the silence with her curiosity getting the best of her.

“Boke Etsuko! That was already clarified, don’t make her repeat herself!” Yuma scolded. While Yui read your capabilities on your application form, it was nothing like actually being on the receiving end in real time.

“That’s quite a serve she got in her arsenal.” A voice startled the three high school students, sitting on the sidelines. Etsuko and Yuma were the most startled, but Chizuru was quite used to her fellow classmates popping in every now and then.

“Seriously, Sudou. We have to put a bell on you or something because I don’t think my heart can take any of your surprise entrances.” Sudou Rinko only slyly chuckles at Etsuko remark. She looks over at Y/n and Yui on the court.

“Did you guys see the precision on that serve?” Rinko posed to the other three sitting on the ground, munching on their lunch.

“Well, not really, but it landed, like, near Michimiya, right?” Etsuko tries to come up with the answer that Rinko was looking for.

“It landed right next to her left foot. I think that pipsqueak is able to aim her serve.”

“What?! That’s insane.”

“Yeah, insane, but not impossible.”

“With her, maybe we can win more games!”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Etsuko, a team is only good if everyone is giving their all.” Yuma reminds. “After all, there’s not only one person on the court, there’s six.”

“I heard she came from Niiyama Girls' High” Sudou stated as she reverted her gaze back to her fellow teammates. They stared at her after she gave more information on the stranger in their gym.

“Why would she come to Karasuno then?” Yuma asked honestly. She knew that her team had strengths, but she also knew that other teams had strengths that overpowered them.

“How could you diss your own school like that?” Etsuko was almost angry at how her teammate was treating their school. She always was the one to take pride in everything she does.

“No, that’s a valid question. It makes sense that a player with her caliber would be well-suited in a powerhouse school.” Rinko supported Yuma in her question. All four look ahead and see that Y/n is beginning to set for Yui.

“Her precision and accuracy are so on point, it almost makes me sick.” Yuma commented on how your form for setting only held the necessities. Y/n stepped with purpose, and it showed as she passed a nice set for Yui, allowing her to have optimal choices in where she can place her spike.

so um, that’s really all i got haha I started this like yesterday instead of doing hw so yeah. Feedback and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. So, did u like it? Did u hate it? Are u confused by it? lol yeah okie bye

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viktoriakomova · 4 years

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idk i feel kind of conflicted about the whole issue of national team coaches (chow specifically, bc of recent discussion over him) not wanting to allow marta to be an abusive psycho toward their gymnasts but not standing up to her.... i want to draw a hard line and say “anybody who won’t say no to someone acting that way toward the children theyre responsible for is complicit” but i dont think its that simple in a system like this where the gymnasts appeal to marta’s authority to even be given the opportunity to compete internationally. i think its good that he shielded them from her as much as he could (although i dont think it was defensible that he allowed gowey’s asthma attack near-death experience to happen AT ALL, like if theres a time you should discard any fucks you have to give about what marta thinks it should be then, wtf?!) but the athletes are there because they want to compete at the highest levels of the sport, and whether chow OR the gymnasts like it or not, they have to be in marta’s good graces to do that. i think it just gets a lot blurrier the deeper you look into it, bc it gets into things about “is a medal worth it, for the gymnast herself OR her coach OR even her parents?” i would answer a resounding NO, but clearly these gymnasts who destroy their bodies before they even graduate high school, even at the JO level (not to mention their families who bankroll that participation in such a grueling activity to the tune of tens of thousands of dollars) would say they feel it IS worth it. if they didnt, they wouldnt make it to that level to begin with.

which also gets into another thing that has been discussed a bit in the last few months, about the role parents play and their culpability in abuse gymnasts experience in the sport. im talking just about american (and presumably other anglo/commonwealth sphere countries which mostly seem to operate similarly?) gymnastics, because the way the whole system is structured in countries with centralized training systems and developed ministries of sport, etc. creates a very different environment in terms of motives to continue the sport and family involvement. but american gymnasts’ families, by the system’s design, have to devote a tremendous investment of money and time to a child’s extracurricular activity for them to get to an elite level. so if you quit your job to be a full-time gym parent and literally PAY an abusive coach six figures over the course of maaaybe 10 years (?) to traumatize your kid for her entire childhood, you are absolutely responsible. at a certain point, the sunken costs incentivize turning a blind eye to horrendous treatment, because walking away is so devastating and obviously seems like a total waste. even if you wanted to find a new coach, unless you’re lucky enough to live in a place where there are multiple elite/L10 gyms within a reasonable driving distance, switching gyms means cutting your losses on everything you built in one place and spending another huge sum of money to relocate.

i think it would be a lot different if a gymnast’s personal coach were acting the way marta did at those national team camps, or if the coach was following marta’s lead because “she wins!”... subjecting a child to that kind of treatment on a daily basis is basically torture lol like thats what we’re looking at, at that point. and if you rationalize it by saying “but my daughter WANTS to make this dream come true and i cant just say no to her!” you are an accomplice in your child’s abuse, regardless of your intentions or motives. but i think its different, in a way, for a personal coach who is great and tries their best to advocate for their gymnasts without pissing off the abusive people who could ruin their careers on a whim, and i think its easy to just call that cowardly behavior and wipe your hands of it. at the VERY least, chow’s gymnasts knew when they were at camps for a few days out of the month that they had someone who was in their corner and was willing to put up some kind of fight to protect them. and i think that emotional security is why his gymnasts so adamantly defend him and say he is totally blameless in the entire situation. because of the difference in treatment they seem to have externalized the camp environment and were/are painfully aware that its not business as usual, and so they recognized her for what she was instead of having a personal coach who incessantly kissed her ass giving them the message that “this is all perfectly okay and normal and healthy and i wont do anything to help you, so buck up kiddo”

#bottom line i think anybody who lets their kid get this far into a sport like this that it warps their thinking this much is kind of evil ??#idek where im going with this

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argumentl · 3 years

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The Freedom of Expression Ep 8 - About Sawajiri Erika's early comeback. (*Treatment of drug addicts*)

K: Hi, This is Dir en grey's Kaoru. Joe san, Tasai san, once again.

J, T: Please. Thank you very much.

Kami: Me too.

J: Oh, kami too, right?

K: Unlike on the radio show, he's always around now, isnt he? There were times when he wasn't around before.

J: I think he descended to us about once a month on the radio show.

T: *laughs*

K: In that show, he just flitted in sometimes, and that was it.

J: Yes, yes, yes.

K: Now he's everywhere.

J: He's a regular commentator now.

K: *laughs*

T: This time we have some news from Tokyo Sports.

J: Ah! From the celebrity world

T: Lets start.... Do you know the Japanese comedy duo 'Nihon Elekitel Rengo', famous for the 'Dameyo, damedame' sketch?

J: I didn't, but I learned about them from Tokyo Sports.

T: What about you, Kaoru?

K: I know them.

T: They are a female duo, but one of them, Nakano san, got married to an older man working at the same agency, but it was a marriage with zero prior social interaction.

J: What does that mean? They got married on the same day they met?

T: Well, she was approched by the man, Matsuo Atom san, but she continuously turned him down. Then she suddenly decided last year to marry him. So, its kinda being debated online whether it is or it isn't *1. I really want to ask them.

J: Ahh, surely it is.

K: You can't say it isn't.

J: You can't.. But if you think its isn't...what isn't?!

T: People who think that it isn't, say that because they've never dated, they don't know each other well, and they might divorce quickly.

K: Oh, thats about afterwards.

T: Some concern was raised about that.

J: But I dated my wife for twenty years before marriage, and ended up getting divorced after two years. So just because you've been together for a while, it doesn't mean you won't get divorced.

T: Ahh, I see.

J: This type of thing can't be helped.

K: But thats normal, dating for a long time, getting married, and then ending up separating. It happens to a lot of people, right?

J: Yes.

T: But this Nakano san says, they've never held hands, they don't know each other's address, they don't live together..

J: But they got married?

T: Yes

K: The possibility of them separating seems high, but...

J: Right?

T: Yeah

K:..but, they can do what they want.

J: Yes, i think so. It sounds weird, but this also works as publicity.

T: Yeah

J: Almost like a risky stunt. Personally, I think its possible. But if one of them had the idea, and the other agreed to it, isnt it something to be thankful for?

T: Yeah, but apparently thier boss was really worried about it, he said they should have told him first. He booked a hotel suit room and shoved the two of them in there, but apparently nothing ended up happening.

J: Nothing happened?! People hearing this will want to know if they love each other.

Kami: I want to meet thier boss.

J: Oh, that? *laughs* A suite room is expensive right?

Kami: Yeh, I want to stay in a suite room.

*everyone laughs*

K: What would you do if you did stay in one?

Kami: If I did? Hmm, use the internet.

*laughing*

J: You can do that anyway! What about something more extravagant?

K: Like ordering room service or something.

Kami: I would order room service.

K: What would you order?

J: What would you eat, Kami?

Kami: Ramen

*laughing*

J: I don't think there are many people who would order ramen in a suite room.

K: It might actually be good though. Eating that kind of common food in that kind of place.

J: Eating something...

K: and just looking at the internet.

J: Just looking at the internet *laughs*

K: Its luxurious, right?

J: Exactly. Isn't it wasting the suite though?

T: Okay, lets look at another story. Its this story, it caused quite a stir. Sawajiri Erika...she was found to be in possession of drugs and had her first court appearance at the end of January. The entertainment world is in uproar concerning her early comeback, should she, shouldn't she?

Kami: She should.

J: I think so too.

T: Why? I'll ask you first, Joe.

J: Well, this is her first crime, so she probably won't get a prison sentence. I think it will be a suspended sentence. So, the idea behind a suspended sentence is to give you preparation time to get back to your normal life. Its important get back to your original life as much as possible.

T: I see

J: So, with a suspended sentence she will lose all of her tv sponsers and stuff, but its important for her to gain a platform back, for example, online or such. Now, if we talk about the situation in America, drug addicts are seen as ill people, not criminals, so they embark on a process of revovery, in order to quickly return to regular life. There's a feeling of, 'you're ill, so lets get you better'. Its felt that the worst thing to do, is to be alone with it. Leaving people in these situations is seen as bad. Getting people re-immersed in the community, and returned to normality as much as possible through social interaction, is how America deals with this. As to why America does this, its mainly cost, it costs money to treat people. They want to get people back out into the world quickly. Unlike the idea of severe punishments in Japan, America generally thinks in that way. My own view is very similar to that... We'll have to wait for the verdict. If she gets prison, theres nothing to be done, but if she gets a suspended sentence, she should try to return to her normal life as much as possible. On the other hand, once you've used drugs, you must be able to continue in a clean state, so you must also have the support around you to be able to stay clean.

T: I see, I see.

J: I think thats important.

T: Kami, what are your thoughts?

Kami: The same as Joe. There were no victims.

J: Yes, thats right. No one else was hurt by this.

T: An opposing opinion might be that, as a tv star, she might have a bad influence on young people. What would you say to that?

J: In that case,..well, i don't watch tv much, so I don't really know, but there are loads of scenes of people injecting stuff on talk shows or such, aren't there? Thats got to be more of a bad influence. I think people need to consider that more. Just because she appears on tv, it doesn't mean people are gonna start doing drugs.

K: Yeh, she isn't gonna do drugs on screen.

J: Yeah, rather, those scenes of syringes and stuff..

K: Yeh, the stuff on talk shows is more of a bad influence.

J: I think so.

T: So, in connection with this, what do you think about stopping the screening of movies etc which the person has starred in, which tends to happen at lot in the entertainment world..Joe san?

J: I can only describe it as nonsense. In the music world, it would be the withdrawal of records..., there is no meaning to it. Its totally separate from what they are expressing. As for music, no one ever talks about The Beatles' or The Rolling Stones' drug use. Thats a totally different issue...In relation to drugs, I think eradicating them is important, so for example, we could have a portion of that artist's sales being donated to organisations like DARC (Drug Addiction Rehabilitation Center) in Japan, for example, which would be a good way to use them. I can't see any merit in just withdrawing thier works. If an artist returns to thier life, but is unable to be musically active, well, Tashio san is a good example of this *2, the places they can exist disappear gradually, and they become isolated. This is really sad. There's a possibility that leaving people in that isolated state can have a further negative influence, so there is no point in limiting the places people can work, or withdrawing thier works. I think Japan's management of this issue is problematic. In America, they don't arrest people for using drugs, they arrest the buyers and such, and thats what makes the news. But in Japan, you can see who's using drugs just by checking your phone. In particluar, famous people who use drugs are made into targets, to scare people, and to show how much your life will be ruined if you use drugs. It seems like its a kind of boosting of the zero tolerance policy which the Ministry of Health and Welfare introduced in the 1990s. It seems like that to me anyway.

Kami: Couldn't they make some kind of isolated place available, where its ok to do drugs?

T: Thats new.

J: Another novel idea from Kami.

K: Well, but yeah.

Kami: Because people who like drugs, will just like them.

J: I think so.

Kami: Yeh, so if you do that...because there are people who feel happier after taking medicine right?

J, T: Yeh.

Kami: Couldn't those type of people go to some place and be allowed to do it?

K: Without any crime occurring, right?

J: Right

T: Yeh, thats it.

Kami: No crime.

J: Well, i don't know if this is the appropriate way to express this, but in the case of drug dependence, its clear that the number one drug which causes mental and physical dependence is alcohol, rather than 'drugs'. You won't get arrested for alchol dependence, and the reason for that is because alcohol is legal. But incidents or fatal accidents cause by alcohol are ceaseless. There are a few incidents annually where someone murders after using drugs but, for example, as for people at the station falling onto to train lines, sixty percent of those are drunk, and many more people are killed by drunk drivers than drug addicts.

K: Well, its because there are many more people who drink alcohol.

J: Yes, the proportion is bigger. So if you consider these incidents in this way, they are certainly happening. In relation to drugs, there isn't really any logical explanation for them being illegal, but they are still strictly controled. Its a bit strange, but in America...well, it might be strange to always talk only about America, but the ban on cannabis, or medical cannabis has been lifted in America. In Japan, we have a situation where we can't even discuss such a thing, so I feel like it may be a bit of Galapagos syndrome....What do you think, Tasai san, about (Sawajiri's return)?

T: Well, she won't be able to eat, if she can't do tv work. From the viewers perspective, as long as its done appropriately..

K: Don't you need sponsers for tv though? So its not something she can really decide herself. But..on the stage or theater, if there are people who want to see her, I don't think it should be a problem.

T: Yeah

K: If there are people who say they don't want to see her on the airwaves, well, they are going to say that.

J: What do you think about her comeback, Kaoru?

K: Its completey fine to do it. Well, I mean she was doing a bad thing, but she has to carry on living. She could also find a different job, thats fine too. As for returning to the entertainment world, well, i dont really know, but she should return to some kind of work as soon as she can.

J: Yes, thats it...It might be difficult in the entertainment world.

T: Right..Especially with sponsers.

Kami: Isn't that ok though?

K: Yeah, they'll use who they want.

Kami: Its only whether the sponser will use her or not, right? On tv?

J: On tv, yes.

Kami: If they have a reason to use her, they will.

J: But as Kaoru said, she might have more freedom on the stage or something. There must be something that only she can do, so it seems at waste to just kill off her talent.

Kami: If she herself decides to lay low for a while and self reflect on what she did, thats ok too. No one needs to tell her to. Now, i mention it, its the same with alcohol. If you drink too much and end up being late, you can self reflect and show remorse. If it was me i would deduct it from thier salary though.

J: *laughs* How fresh.

Kami: Its just a problem of whether or not they self reflect on it.

T: I see

K: Well, it depends on the circumstances of the person.

Kami: Yeh, in the end. Of course, drugs, but alcohol and cigarettes etc are all bad too, right? I really want to emphasise that. But at the same time, there are people who like them, who will use them anyway. As a result they will be punished by the law, and that will be enough. I think that should be a salary deduction, and then be finished with it. But your boss or someone might be mad at you *3

T: I see

J: Its like, I've had a deduction, so forget about it already.

T: So, that was Tokyo Sports' news.

J: Ahh, Oh! I wanted to ask you, who is it? Celebrity 'X', who is about to be arrested?

K: *laughs*

T: We'll put the news out to the whole world, so..

J: You'll find this if you search for Tokyo sports news, 'X'.

T: Oh, i can't tell you.

J: You can't? Damn

K: Kami might know.

J: He might.

K: But he's only a god for us three.

J:Yeh

K: Maybe he doesn't know.

J: He's not a worldly god.

Kami: I know who it is.

J: Oh, you know?

Kami: I know.

J: Kami, who is it?

T: Joe, don't ask that!

J, K: *laugh*

T: It'll be announced to the world...my account will be banned.

K: We need people to subscribe, right.

J: Yes yes yes yes.

K: Thank you very much, see you next time. Thank you.

J, T: Thank you

*1 It is or it isn't/they are or they aren't, or that type of thing.

*2 No idea who this is.

*3 Not 100% about what he means here.

#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #kaoru #薫 #tfoe

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joeyglowy · 4 years

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Can i request a scenario where Atsumu’s girlfriend feels lonely because he barely had time for her so he dedicates his weekend to her

No worries! Realistically, as much as I’d like Atsumu to dedicate an entire weekend, he’d still give a good portion of it to volleyball cause that’s just how he is. In any case, I still hope you enjoy the scenario I did, that explored the ‘lonely’ part and ‘spending time together’ part in equal portions.

Miya Atsumu x Fem! Reader

WHAT I’M HERE FOR.

Although dating Atsumu was certainly a thrilling endeavour, it also happened to be a rather lonely one.

Miya Atsumu was something akin to the illustrious ‘Forbidden Fruit.’

He was a scorching red that disrupted the serenity and tranquillity of the garden. He was a pulsating, bleeding crimson heart that tantalised you from afar. He was alluring and he knew it. He burned everyone that he touched and yet he’d draw them in all the same. He was searing, he was like scalding water. If you got too close, not only would he evade you but he’d manage to singe you in the process.

Being with him was like a lucid dream.

He was elusive, too elusive.

A relationship with him was not quite the romantic comedy you had asked for. Being second to volleyball is something that was both bitter on the tongue yet mesmerising on the eyes. Atsumu’s passion, however scorching, never failed to ignite something that was reminiscent to childish glee inside of you. He brought it out of everyone. From his opponents, his teammates, the crowd, it didn’t matter, but Atsumu was what they meant when they say:

You can’t look away.

Finishing your club activities, you looked longingly at the gym and sighed as you offered a small smile to your friends who were waiting up ahead. Inarizaki was a prestigious school, one that took great pride in their sporting, particularly well known for their volleyball team. As such, their practice always extended until the skies were coloured with purple sunsets and stars.

[5:32 PM]

hey~ you free to hang out this weekend tsumu? theres a festival nearby which might be fun to go to!

[5:40 PM]

sorry babe

captains makin all the practices longer cause of nationals

- 3 -

dunno if ill be able to

[5:42 PM]

all g! you better do well then, if you get knocked out of the first round of nationals I’ll kill you

[5:45 PM]

come on babe, its me we’re talkin bout here~

;))))

breaks bout to end so ill text ya later

thnx for bein chill babe~

You couldn’t help but sigh as you let your phone fall from your vision to your side before roughly shoving it into the depths of your pockets. Your group of friends eyed you warily.

“[Name]-chan, if he never spends that much time with you, is there really a point being with him?”

It was a question your friends often asked. Never out of malice, but always out of genuine curiosity and concern whenever they see you look at your phone solemnly. Unfortunately, you’ve asked yourself that question a few times too.

It was almost unbearable, like being put on a diet. He was the taste of all chocolates, candies and lollipops that you’d snack on but was always hidden away, as if his enjoyment was a ‘one time’ thing per week. You hated the fact that it felt like your relationship was just like those candies, stowed away on the top shelf, only to come whenever he felt like it. He was tumultuous and exciting but he left you feeling cold for he always went away too soon.

It’s not as if you didn’t get it. He loved volleyball, it was his passion, it was his world and that was completely okay. You knew all that and yet… it always felt as if you clung onto the relationship a bit tighter than he did.

Even so, you had always answered that question with a shaky, but determined ‘yes.’

“I don’t really know. Nationals are coming up though so it’s natural that he’d be extra busy, he’s practicing hard so, I really can’t blame him for that, you know?”

Now, you weren’t so sure.

You smiled through the cracks on your teeth as you all continued on your way.

~*~

“Ouch.”

“ACK–!”

Atsumu choked out a strangled scream as his bottle flew out of his hands before he eventually caught it in a hurried motion saving it from plummeting to the ground, turning to give his most withering glare he could muster to the source of his near death experience before deadpanning to find an identical deadpan boring into him. Osamu, being completely immune to Atsumu’s glares only shrugged nonchalantly as he made a gesture to fill his own bottle by the taps before glancing casually up at his fuming brother.

“That sure doesn’t sound too good ta me ‘Tsumu.”

Atsumu had gone to fill his bottle at the drink taps just outside the gym but he had stumbled on the conversation you had been having with your friends by accident. Osamu had apparently followed and thought it was necessary to almost completely blow his cover by nearly shocking him into a seizure. Atsumu’s scowl deepened in spite of the guilt and concern gnawing his mind as he harrumphed angrily.

“It’s none of ya damn business ‘Samu!” he retorted stubbornly, looking away so that his brother couldn’t see the distress on his face.

Osamu snorted. Even if he couldn’t see his brother’s face, he (unfortunately) had sixteen years of experience to document Atsumu’s irrational behaviours and idiosyncrasies tucked away in a rather large folder in his mind. Osamu’s not too happy about that folder occupying as large of a space as it did but he definitely didn’t want to see it get bigger by adding a ‘heartbroken ‘tsumu’ subheading.

“If I were you bro, I’d do something about it. Last thing I want is ta deal with yer crying ass and ya eating my pudding to ease ya through the inevitable break up.”

Atsumu stilled at that word: ‘breakup.’

He didn’t think that you guys were broken, nor did it feel as if you guys were losing your feelings. Atsumu was a man of the highest calibre. He never half-assed anything and he held the same standard for everyone he was acquainted with. It was often the decider if people hated or liked him.

For you, it was a decider that you loved him. He was sure of it.

Atsumu furrowed his brows in determination. He was a man that pushed things to the limits and he most certainly did not settle for mediocrity. Whatever it is, he was going to make sure you’d both get through it.

“Fuck you ‘Samu, ya can keep yer damn pudding, just watch, I’ll—‘SAMU!”

As per usual, Osamu had left Atsumu in the middle of his epiphany. Seriously, who does that bastard think he is!?

~*~

Since you had nothing better to do, you decided to get a start on studying on the Saturday, not that you were too happy about having to spend another weekend alone.

Your solitude, however, was sourly interrupted by rapid banging on your door. Aggravated to have your rare ounce of motivation disrupted, you flung open the door with a bit more force than necessary only to be met with your boyfriend, still sweaty from practice.

“[Name]-chan!? What’re ya doing, hurry up and get ready, we have a festival to catch don’t we?” Atsumu gasped out, perhaps on a small adrenaline high after practice. You were a little taken back by his enthusiasm before you narrowed your eyes.

“I thought you couldn’t make it? You can’t just come here expecting me to hang out with you just because you’re suddenly up for it ‘Tsumu,” you say slowly, wincing to hear your words come out a little more scathing than what you’re used to. It’s not as if you had anything planned for the day but you couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed that he’d act as if he could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

Atsumu’s eyes flashed momentarily with guilt and he chewed the inside of his cheek before he ducked his head, looking up at you with his burning caramel eyes. “I know but, couldya give me a chance to make it up ta ya? Please [Name]-chan~” he whined pathetically, dramatically clapping his hands in front of his face as he screwed his eyes shut, pouting. You sighed, not finding the heart to ever deny him, you swore you would one day build up immunity to his puppy pouts.

“Fine, fine, just let me get dressed properly.”

His eyes suddenly snapped open, lighting up with a friendly suggestion on the tip of his tongue—

“Alone asshole.”

He grimaced to have the door slammed in his face… yeah, he probably deserved that.

~*~

“Oh my god, ‘Tsumu, you have to get me that jumbo fox plushy!”

Atsumu couldn’t hide his grin for a moment to see the way your eyes lit up at all the decorations than hung overhead on wires or ornaments on stalls as you cooed and awed at all the different ones. He realised it had been way too long since he got to see you get so excited like this, to see your eyes shimmer like diamonds and your smile crystallise like stalactites. Even if there were lights illuminating the area, he was certain that you had to be the one powering all of them.

“Eh~? Aren’tcha a little too old for plushies?” he teased gently, murmuring in a soft voice that was reserved just for your ears.

You waved him off dismissively, your eyes drawn to the golden fox that reminded you a little too much of your own cunning boyfriend. “Nonsense, you can never be too old for cute things. Besides, you’re a brat and yet I’m still dating you, aren’t I?”

Atsumu’s frowned, adamantly squawking, “I am not a brat you–” he broke himself off for a moment before his lips curled into a sleazy Cheshire grin. “Oh? So you think I’m cute, do you?”

You deadpanned, unamused. “Well you’re not good for much else other than volleyball or being an asshole, are you?”

Atsumu winced, huffing as he crossed his arms over his chest childishly, resisting the urge to further prove your point by puffing out his cheeks. “Mean! Yer so mean [Name]-chan! I finally take you out and this is the thanks I get!? Why am I even dating ya anyway!?”

The words had tactlessly slipped out in a fit of momentum and for a moment, he stiffened, like he wanted to take it back upon realising that the reason why he had done this is because your very relationship was on the brink. He suddenly stumbled over his words, getting flustered as he tried to find the best way to reword it. You blinked curiously, mulling over what could have spurred such a reaction. Briefly, you wondered if he had heard you when you were with your friends… that he had somehow known of your doubts.

“I mean, course I know why I like ya! Yer–!”

You patiently listened to Atsumu as he listed all the little things you do, all the little trivial stuff that you never even noticed about yourself to you. In less than eloquent words, he admired how assertive you were with him, how you always spoke your mind and lately you hadn’t been doing that. He was clearly growing more and more embarrassed at the sheer honesty of it all and with each stumble he made that fractured his swollen pride, it was like he put a Band-Aid on the doubts in your mind.

You suddenly brought his neck down and he lurched before his forehead was pressed to yours as you kissed the corner of his mouth, immediately putting a halt to his rather humiliating spiel of emotions.

“You’re really not good at this whole, emotional honesty thing, are you? No wonder I had to confess first.” You snickered to yourself and Atsumu cringed in chagrin, ready to rebut as his cheeks flared red before you smiled adoringly at him. “Thank you for that and for today ‘Tsumu. I’m sorry that you somehow had to figure out I was having doubts rather than me just being up front about it. But, I love you ‘Tsumu, I really do.”

You grinned, your nose brushing against his as the two of you stood in the middle of the path. People were probably staring at you but neither of you particularly cared as you beamed at him, watching his ears turn a shade darker.

“This, you, are exactly what I signed up for when I asked you out. I love your passion for volleyball, I find it hilarious that you can be an absolute dick to everyone but you can’t even properly admit to yourself when you’re genuinely moved. You’re a bit of an idiot and all asshole, but that’s exactly what I’m here for. But, please don’t think I’m being unreasonable when I say I want to see you more. I mean, that’s what relationships are for, to get laid and feel the good stuff you know.”

Atsumu had been stunned into silence, the way his scrutinising eyes laid you bare made you flush but you held your ground confidently. “Heh,” he let out, albeit breathless and trying to cover up his own mortification as he narrowed his eyes playfully. “I thought ‘getting laid’ and ‘feeling the good stuff’ were the same thing.” He laughed when you playfully smacked his chest and although the grin he sported was of the devilish variety, the warmth he held in his smouldering golden eyes was more than enough to express how touched he really was.

“Well,” he growled under his breath as his lips hovered above your ear, drawing you in close by slithering his arms around your waist. “I’d be more than happy ta listen ta any request ya have if ya put it like that.”

He suddenly felt the warmth by his neck stolen away as you slipped out of his hold by bobbing down, his teeth clamping on thin air as he whined to see you duck away from his hold with a sneaky grin.

“You still owe me dunderhead. I want that fox.”

“But ya already got a fox right ‘ere!”

“Hmm, I think I’ve forgotten what makes you the number one setter in the high school prefectures, I think I need a reminder~”

“NOW YER ASKIN’ FOR IT–!”

Even if the two of you were a little embarrassed to openly discuss your feelings all the time, which, more often than not, was disguised under bouts of bickering and teasing, if there’s one thing the two of you knew very well:

You both knew exactly what you were here for…

To get laid and feel the good stuff obviously.

(And to be with each other you supposed)

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya twins #miya osamu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu #request #i wrote too much for this asshole #jokes too much is never enough for the miya twins

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tbh-entp · 4 years

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how does one survive as an entp female in a highly competitive highschool where theres a shit ton of pressure from everyone for me to succeed

Helloooo!

So I was the same! I went to a private high school as a scholarship kiddo. My parents are (frankly) nerds, and at least academically it was always high expectations for me because education is the key to success (quote intj mom). My parents started off veryyy poor, got access to education and became doc & engineer and yeah... a lot of pressure for me to also be intellectual.

There are quite a few things I’ve had to remember during my years in the academic world. I’m still in it, and I still learn things about myself! It’s a bit of a long post, so it’s all under the cut!

The biggest thing, BIGGEST thing, is not to compare yourself to anybody ever.

It’s hard when you’re competing and all.

But we all have our skills, you know? I, personally, am nOT visual. If someone shows me a graph I need an hour to be sure I’m seeing what I’m seeing... but ya know I’m still a PhD student it’s fine.

Don’t expect to have other peoples skills, and don’t judge yourself for that

But on the other side of the coin, you’ve got some serious skills! Find them, own them, develop them!

Also you can beat people by playing the game your own way! ;)

Compete with yourself aka. try your best and keep on trying to best yourself!

Soo ENTPs are lazy. I say this with all of the love in my heart, but we look for shortcuts & we get bored by routine... sameness... blah blah. As a result, it’s easy for us to not try our best. It’s easy for many of us to even succeed without trying our best.

When I didn’t do as well as I wanted, I often asked myself, did I try my best?

Normally the answer was no

Also normally I didn’t hAVE to try my best, but keeping this in mind directs the ownership of my work to myself and no one else

In the case that someone else is grading you wrong, you know what you did, and you go after them lol

I’ve dealt with some stubborn profs and I don’t take that because if I try my best, I have full ownership over my work and I know what I’ve done and why I’ve done it

When someone tells you a class is hard just ignore them

Again, we have our own skills

But also it can kinda mess up how you approach the class--so approach all classes with a blank slate and the intention of kicking butt

Keep diversity in your life!

In high school it’s a bit easier to do this because they force you to take all of the classes in all of the realms + sports

But try to find the things you love and the balance goes a long way in staying healthy, happy, and motivated

The clubs are also fun if you’ve got those

Figure out how you work!

Do you need many tasks to be productive?

Or do you need just a few things and just to focus?

Try to figure it out!

College, my worst semester was when I tried to do the few credits and focus thing.... I just checked out and stopped going to class because I was booreeeeddddd

Never did that again :)

Find your high school niche/s

So those cliques are fake... i’ve yet to really see high school like television

But we do have our places where we fit, and it can be multiple, eSPECIALLY for ENTPs.

My brand, in particular, was being everywhere and nowhere. Which makes sense because I love doing things but people for too long bore me

As a result, I was the artist for the journalism club (on call, so I didn’t attend the meetings lol), I was on the diversity club (gave speeches for them because I’m good at it, but didn’t attend the meetings lol), French club when they had food and trips, basketball and softball until I quit (lol @ team sports) but I went back to softball during my last year, and then I spent a lot of time reading

I was also teacher’s pet for some reason... not the goody two shoes type but the type who they let go into the teachers lounge for food.

Feeling relaxed goes a very long way though... that’s the point.

Don’t let people limit you!

So I’m a black gal and I really struggled with getting into the AP courses even though I had nearly perfect entrance exam scores. When I applied, the teachers said that they weren’t allowing me in because they didn’t want me to be to challenged and it was for my greater good

But I had great grades, and I was applying so they should’ve looked at my grades alone... also ya girl is smart (I’m still a little pissed about the limits)

This may not directly apply to you, but don’t be afraid to challenge the system because it’s people who are in charge. And people are flawed and incorrect sometimes. There are similar types of limits & lower expectations for minority students and women. So when you’re blocked, don’t be afraid to challenge!

I have an endless list of misogynoir that I’ve faced for my ‘greater good’, issues that my friends and family have faced, and it can limit us academically.

So if you know what you want or if you know the end-goal, then get there, and recognize that you may have to against the status quo and speak to the authority sometimes... make things work for you ;)

Also, most people don’t think to challenge authority, so they don’t have too much on their desks regarding things like this lol

I hope this helps you out! But remember that grades aren’t the only thing! Search out opportunities and keeping a diversified resume actually + good grades. Also grades don’t need to be 4.0 (is this bad advice)? At least in college, I know a lot of people with the best grades but had nothing else and didn’t develop anything else. And then they couldn’t get jobs.. Take advantage of being an ENTP! You are interested by a lot, explore this while keeping the grades where you need them to be. And follow opportunity when you spot it, it’s everywhere and most people don’t even consider taking these jumps.

#i believeeee in youuuu #entp #mbti #answered #Anonymous

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honeyvbarnes · 4 years

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Double Take

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (x Surprise Guest)

Summary: Bucky gets a haircut :-)

A/N: Short little Drabble! One last birthday present for @bitchassbucky ! This is just a crack idea I came up with while drinking wine. Enjoy!

Sam had been teasing him for weeks. Ever since Peter had shown him the memes of Bucky being referred to as Jesus, he really couldn’t help himself. It’s starting to drive Bucky mad. The constant snapping of his hair ties on his wrist, and the “mistaking” him for a woman. “Excuse me miss? Oh it’s just you Barnes.” Sam even went as far as wearing a wig for a whole day just to say “look we’re twins!”

Bucky likes his hair. Although sometimes he thinks of it as a connection to his time as the Winter Soldier, he lets it grow, never once cutting it. Well, accept for that one time Sam “accidentally” flung his chewed gum and it landed in his hair. He had to cut a small chunk from the bottom, it wasn’t that noticeable, but Sam hid from Bucky for at least five days after the incident.

Another reason why Bucky is so fond of his hair is because he knows that you absolutely love it. Your hair is as long and thick as his, and you two tend to wear the same hairstyles. You’ll spend your days off researching new hair masks that will make both of your hair soft and shiny, and when he’s feeling lazy he’ll let you brush it out for him. The soft touch of your fingers threading through his locks will surely lull him to sleep, and when you lightly scratch his scalp he basically purrs like a kitten.

“Doll?” Bucky asks as he enters your shared room.

“Yeah babe? I’m in the restroom!”

As he approaches the doorway he leans on it and watches you with a small chuckle.

You’re sitting on the bathroom counter, legs crossed in front of you. Your hair is sectioned off into pieces, hair products scattered around you, and theres a hair tutorial playing on the high-tech mirror screen.

“Need any help?” He asks as he fully enters the small room.

“Yeah! I can’t seem to figure out this five strand braid, and my arms are getting tired.” You laugh as you finally give up.

“Here, let me do it.” You nod with a sigh as Bucky massages your scalp. “Doll, can I ask you a question?”

“Mhm of course Buck.” Your eyes remain closed as his fingers work through your hair.

“Do you like my hair? I mean I know you do, but like would you hate me if I cut it? Cut it short, I mean.” As soon as the question leaves his mouth he wants to take it back. Especially when your eyes shoot open and meet his gaze through the mirror.

“Oh, James. You know I love your hair, but I could never HATE you if you cut it. Yeah, I’d be a little upset that we wouldn’t be able to do matching messy buns, but you’re handsome either way.” His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes so you turn to face him on the counter. Bucky is quick to settle between you legs and wraps his arms around you to hold you tight. You hold him just the same. “Is it what you want to do? Do you want to cut your hair?” You cup his jaw with both of your hands so he looks up at you.

“Yeah, I think so.” He answers truthfully.

“Alrighty! Let’s do this!” And before he could question you, you’ve whipped out you lucky knife from your waistband and twirl it for good measure.

“Y/N, no!”

“Y/N, yes!”

Bucky’s hand shoots up to grab you by the wrist. “I am NOT letting you cut my hair!”

“But baaaabe, you know how good I am with a knife.” The smirk on your face grows, and he know’s you’re teasing, but he’ll play along.

“Darling, I love you, but remember what happened when you thought you could cut your bangs?”

“Ouch, low blow Barnes. Whatever, but I’m going with you! I don’t want all the ladies throwing themselves at you on your way home after.”

It’s a sunny autumn afternoon. It’s not too chilly out but you’re happy you got to bring out your favorite jean jacket. Bucky is a fan of jackets as well, and he’s sporting his new leather. You had convinced him to go shopping with you after his haircut, and he couldn’t resist wearing his new jacket after you two had left the mall.

Bucky looks like a new man. The short style of his hair and the trim of his light stubble is flattering, causing your 100 year old boyfriend to look just as young as you. You can’t stop complimenting him, reminding him of how handsome he looks, whispering in his ear about what you want to do to him later once you’re in private. He loves it, eating all of it up. The boyish smile and the pink tint of his cheeks is causing you to just compliment him more. Bucky truly looks happy, but most importantly refreshed. The true weight of his past is gone, his slate wiped clean of the sins of the soldier. This man is someone new, yet all the same. James Barnes is truly the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, even before his haircut. You want to show him off to the world, parade him around like a show dog, and in the process make other women jealous. So that is just what you do.

There’s a near by farmers market, the last one of the season before it starts getting too cold. You and Bucky venture from stall to stall, picking out produce and observing the local art. There’s a stand of organic homemade candles just across the pathway and you let go of your boyfriends hand to jog across to look. After sniffing every single candle in the stand, you compliment the vendor and turn to make your way back to Bucky. You can’t seem to find him at first but then you spot him at one of the fruit vendors.

“Sorry babe, got lost.” You say as you reach to hold his hand again. But when your hand is met with a warm fleshy hand instead of a cool vibranium one, you freeze and go stiff.

“Uh, Miss? I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

Absolutely mortified you look up to the stranger and you are met with wide crystal blue eyes.

“Bu-Bucky?” You say in disbelief.

“Sorry, who’s Bucky?” The man answers.

You can’t help but stare, you still haven’t even let go of his hand yet. You’re in complete shock and a million thoughts run through your mind. Is this a joke? Did Sam have something to do with this? Is this a Skrull? What actually is a Skrull? OH NO IS THIS HYDRA?! DID THEY CLONE BUCKY?!

“Excuse me Miss? Are you alright? Lost? My name is Sebastian. Do you need me to help you find, uhh Bucky?” The man becomes worried and you snap out of it.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry! You- you just look so much like my boyfriend!” You stutter. Completely confused by the situation. The man looks exactly like your Bucky, he is even wearing similar clothes.

“Doll? What are you doing?”

You spin around to see Bucky staring at the two of you just as confused. Still in shock and slightly scared over the whole situation you launch yourself into his arms. As Bucky holds you he takes a good look at the guy you had mistaken for him.

“Nice jacket.” Bucky compliments Sebastian.

“Nice hair cut.” He returns. Both men smile and Sebastian goes about his day.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Did you really think that man was me?” Bucky starts to laugh at your state.

“Buck. There’s two of you. He looked just like you. I suddenly feel faint, just the thought of there being two of you is making me weak!” You dramatically fan yourself with your hand.

“Okay calm down, he looked nothing like me. I’m more charming.”

“Sure, alright, whatever you say Buck.”

#Bucky Barnes #sebastian stan #bucky x reader #bucky fic #marvel #marvel fic #honeyvbarnes #honestly i don't know what happened #I just started writing #and then this was born

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firaknight · 3 years

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Make note that this is a GIANT post and is a culmination of me trying to explain my thoughts in a comprehensible manner. Some of this might not make a whole lot of sense, and I apologize if it doesn’t dhdjsjksjwnsnsnen /lh

On a small island, there sits a little port town (no name yet. May change later) (if you want a visual, think of the port town from Super Kirby Clash). This port town sits in the middle of Gamble Ocean, a strange ocean that houses odd creatures known as merfolk. Nobody knows why they’re there, but they exist. Little is known about these merfolk, as they try to avoid humans as much as possible, or at least, they try to avoid curious divers who poke their noses into the shipwrecks and ruins they live around. However, despite their supposed shyness, they’ve been known to save drowning sailors who get thrown off their ships. Very few ever meet the merfolk, and the few that have are old, many of them having passed long ago, with only a select few still around to tell the tales...

Among the island residents lives a 16 year old girl named Adeleine, a talented artist and quite the good swimmer and diver, she’s a girl of many talents. She lives with her mother, who simply goes by Ado. Adeleine has a love for the sea, and while her mother doesn’t share the same ideas, she supports the energy her daughter has for the ocean. Adeleine comes from an... odd history. She knows nothing about her past other than what her grandmother and mother have told her. Adeleine’s got some strange features, too... Oddly sharp teeth, strange glowing markings that sometimes appear in the darkest of nights, nails that grow unbelievably fast and sharp, and even a longer breathholding time than anyone else shes met. She’s chalked it up to be part of her bloodline, as her grandma has similar traits, even though her mom doesn’t have any of these traits.

Adeleines grandmother is one of the few people who’s met those merfolk. In fact, shes bonded and interacted with them. She’s told Adeleine all her stories and passed on her legacy. After her passing, she gifted Adeleine her shell necklace and a slew of gifts she’d been given by the merfolk, all of which Adeleine still cherishes to this day. Before her grandmother died, she instructed that, when Adeleine received her necklace, that she is to wear it no matter the weather whilst out at sea. While Adeleine has the seas blessing, having been left unscathed by the waters, she shouldn’t take her chances, and the necklace would keep her safe. Adeleine wears that necklace no matter what, going as far as to bathe and sleep with it on. It’s one of the last things shes got from her grandmother...

Fast forward to many many years later when Adeleine is 16 (current day in the story). She decides to take a trip to the neighboring island with some other sailors, but she’s been warned of supposedly nasty weather that’s going to come. The trip takes almost 2 days round trip, and Adeleine is determined to take that trip. She’s been on big trips across the ocean before! She can handle this! After a bit of back and forth, the captain of the ship reluctantly agrees to take her along with, and she’s thrilled. Skip ahead to over halfway through the trip to the island, a nasty storm rolls in. Adeleine is advised to take shelter under the deck, where a small escape boat is, but she’s adamant on staying on the deck. It’s just a storm! She’ll be fine! Suddenly, theres a flash of lightning that strikes the sail mast, breaking it and causing it to crash onto the deck. Adeleine, realizing she should’ve moved under the deck when she was told, gets up and tries to make a break for the lower deck, only to slip and get knocked off by the mast crashing onto the deck. She’s thrown into the sea and the current yanks her under without warning. Struggling, she swims against the current to try and keep her head above water, but gets pulled under again. She surfaces again and swims with the current, hoping that might help her stay afloat, but gets pulled under again. As she tries to resurface, she’s pulled under once more and the current throws her straight into a rock. Her head slams into it and knocks the air straight out of her, her consciousness slipping. As her consciousness fades, she faintly notices something start to glow around her neck, and as she slips unconscious, the water around her head seems to drain away...

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Far from the ship, a pink haired girl watches the storm ravage the sea. She can see the ship get struck, and watches someone get tossed into the sea. She spots the light from that same person pierce the waters surface before the current pulls the person under. The pink haired girl turns to the ship one last time before she swims back towards home...

Some time passes, and the pink haired girl returns with a few others, all sporting pastel colored hair like her own. She tells them to split up and look for anyone that may have survived the mess and to get them out of the water. If they’re alive, get the water out of them ASAP. The girls she brought along all mod and swim off to look for any survivors. The pink haired girl swims off as well, headed for where she thinks the current dragged that person, and is quick to find them, led by the glow coming from their necklace. She finds that person is a young girl, no older than 16. With haste, she drags the girl out of the water and swims her over to a flat rock jutting out of the sea. She lays the girl on it facedown, checking to see if she’s still alive. Miraculously, the girl is somehow still breathing! The pink haired girl breathes a sigh of relief, noticing a tiny amount of water trickling out of the girls mouth. She swims over to her side, and reels back...

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Adeleine wakes up to a something slamming into her back, causing her to cough, water sputtering up as she coughed. The coughing fit went on for a couple minutes before she was able to finally breathe. She takes some time to catch her breath and figure out how the heck she’s even alive at this point. As shes wracking her brain to figure out how she’s alive, she hears a splash coming from behind her. She whips around only to see something pink zip away. She tries to keep track of it, but it’s too quick. She loses sight of it, but keeps an eye out, only to spot it again! This time, whatever it was emerges from the water, their webbed fingers grabbing onto the edge of the rock to pull them up. In front of her was a pink haired girl with a bright red ribbon tied in a bow on the top of her head. Glowing, crystal shaped markings glittered near her eyes. She wore a red dress with 2 yellow buttons and sported gills that glowed a neon pink. Her blue eyes stared at Adeleine, curious. The girl asked if Adeleine was ok, and she responded that she was somewhat fine (but hid the fact that she was more than a little shaken). The girl introduces herself, saying her name is Ribbon and that she found Adeleine unconscious underwater, and that it’s a miracle shes alive. Adeleine introduces herself in response and explains that a storm hit and she was thrown off the ship. She was sure she’d die down there, but was amazed she was alive. Ribbon points to the shell necklace Adeleines wearing and says it was glowing when she went to get her out of the water. At that moment, Adeleine remembers her grandma explaining the abilities the necklace seemingly had, one of them being that it would glow to create a beacon for merfolk to find in order to help save the wearer. She also remembers that her grandma somehow never ran out of air while underwater, and that a bubble would form if she started to drown, surrounding her head and providing a temporary air source while she got to the surface. She concludes that her grandmas necklace was the only reason she survived long enough for Ribbon to find her. Ribbon pauses like shes thinking about something and changes the subject. She states that she can swim Adeleine back to the mainland, but she can’t do it by herself, as she’s so much smaller than Adeleine that it would take hours to swim back, but if she got help, it might be an easier swim! She mentions that she doesn’t want to leave Adeleine alone, as she’s worried that some of the “less friendly” beings in Gamble Ocean might pick her as a target, and asks that Adeleine come with her. Adeleine agrees and Ribbon explains that Adeleine will have to swim alongside her. Knowing Adeleine can’t breathe underwater, Ribbon creates a temporary air bubble that’ll give her air for a short amount of time, allowing Adeleine to follow her into the ocean depths. Adeleine dives back into the ocean, her head slipping straight into the bubble. She realizes that, now finally able to see Ribbons entire body, that Ribbons one of the merfolk. Adeleine is mesmerized by the fact that sHE JUST MET A MERMAID!!!!!!! She hides her excitement and the two swim into this beautiful underwater city (I don’t have a design yet :( I might soon tho). Adeleine is in awe of the sights and is constantly lagging behind, being dragged along by Ribbon when she gets fed up with shouting back to make sure Adeleine doesn’t lose track of her. The two make it to a small house tucked in the back of a coral forest. Ribbon knocks on the door, expecting to have the person inside to come to the door, and pouts when they don’t. She finds the door to be unlocked and peeks her head in, spotting the resident of the home fast asleep on the floor. She motions for Adeleine to stay put as she zips into the house. Adeleine just kinda floats there, confused. A minute or two passes and Ribbon returns with the merfolk in the home. They’re around the same height as Ribbon, if not a bit taller than her. (I’m sorry I don’t have a design for them yet if I did I’d explain their looks ;n;)

#fira screeches about the kirby mer!au #fira screeches about the kirby mer!au plot #long post #<- block that if you don’t wanna clog your dash with this rjfjjejdjd #HERE IT IS!!!!#second half coming momentarily!!

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miayearnfmpyr1 · 3 years

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NEW MYTHOLOGIES MENSWEAR

I chose this as anther one of the trend to look at as I really liked the style of the clothing. I also really like the tones used as they contrats, some are vibrant and bright, where as others are neutrals, however, i really like how these two different tones compliment eachother. I also think this style is massivley in trend with the over sized pufffer coats, especially in the colder seasons. This year the oversized look has become so fashionable.

This style is perfect for the urban lifestyle, I think the brands that made and styled this garment are closley linked with nature- i think because the tones within the clothing remind me of autum/spring. I like this because it links to the season and also makes the garment link with outdoors and nature. I love the colour pallets in these garments because it ranges from browns to bright sports wear colours. Thid links to the consumers lifestyle as I think these garments are focused on people who have a actuve lifestyle who are outdoors and wanna look stylish while also keeping warm.

I also love this trend because its very casual and is everyday wear, it also links to street- wear which i love because i think its so in fashion and trendy. I also love how this trend is examples of upcycling clothing- this is good because it’s sustainable, also the new generations are becoming increasingly comfortable with wearinh pre-owned clothing as the ‘vintage’ style is very in trend. I realy like the fact this trend has the retro, vintage look.

Patagonia Products Are Built To Last When Patagonia's durable products finally reach the end of their lifespan, they're designed to be repairable or recycled. The ability to recycle goods is even better for the environment, reducing the amount of raw materials Patagonia needs to manufacture new products. this collection is part of- Worn Wear is a set of tools to help our customers partner with Patagonia to take mutual responsibility to extend the life of the products Patagonia makes and customers purchase. The program provides significant resources for responsible care, repair, reuse and resale, and recycling at the end of a garment's life. This links well with this trend as this trend looks at upcycling vintage products and re-selling them. This generation more than ever want to find vintage clothing which is second hand as this has come back in trend. This brand links perfectly with this trend as they both look at upcycling old products to ruduce the waste and help the environment. The colour palletes link quite wel to as theres some bright, vibrant colours however theres also some brown, neutral tones which actually link very well together as they compliment eachother. This brand links well with this trend as it is sustainable, bright and have outter wear garments and their customers will be people who most likely have urban lifestyle.

I created this practical response using photoshop, I chose two of my favourite images from the trend and I collaged them together making one model using the polygon lasso tool. I really like how one is a full body and one is half the body as I think it makes the collage more intriguing and creative. I did this to show off the type of styling and colour palettes they use within this trend. This shows that's it very much casual and outer wear within this trend.

WOMENS WEAR-

Finding fresh meaning in ancient wisdom amid an uncertain world.

I like this trend as it is bold and has many different styles within it, like outerwear, layered garments, inspired 70s and many more. I will be inspired by thus by styling my outfits, with layers and the right colour pallets. With the colour pallets I will focus on using neutrals, and pastel colours and will make sure my edits are bright nd bold. I was my styling to link with outer wear to reflect the theme im aiming for- cvid-19 and becoming closer to nature. This is also why I chose this theme as it links with nature which I thought would be great as everyone in this pandemic has become closer to nature as we have no other excuse to leave the house.

RESEARCH- 70S FASHION

Women's fashions in the late 1970s included cowl-neck shirts and sweaters, pantsuits, leisure suits, tracksuits, sundresses worn with tight T-shirts, strapless tops, lower-cut shirts, cardigans, velour shirts, tunics, robes, crop tops, tube tops, embroidered vests and jeans, knee-length skirts, loose satin pants. There’s a reason the 1970s continue to be one of the most stylish decades of all time. From flares and bell sleeves to shearling coats and miniskirts, the era birthed an eclectic mix of style influences that evolved quickly over the 10-year span. Skirts got shorter, boots got taller, and a range of style icons like Jane Birkin and Jean Shrimpton helped spearhead some of the most memorable fashion moments of that time. Take a look back at some of the looks that helped define the decade's style—and continue to inspire today.

I researched this style on Pinterest and BAZAAR website as I think this links to the trend very well and this style has similar colour pallets and style. I think this is really cool and interesting to research because it shows how fashion has developed and changed within these years. I also think that the styles from the 70s like flares, fur coats and bright colour are coming back into fashion in some ways. I like this trend because I think it will be really exciting to edit and take images in this style. I will focus on hair and makeup for these shoots as well as the styling of the clothes.

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chloebwrites · 3 years

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Let’s talk about writing... I’ve seen this question come up quite a lot in the writing community and that is...

Imposture Sydrome & Can I Be A Good Writer Without Reading?

Yes. I’m going to talk about both. And am going to be as transparent - most real on here through my own personal experience.

Let’s dive in. Shall we?

Ok. I will be honest, I feel like a fraud when I write. I feel like I’m preaching to myself “go read” and “you have to enjoy reading in order to be a good writer.” etc. while also feeling torn because I don’t read as many books as everyone else.

I read like a snail and it usually takes a month to chew down a book because I’m absorbing everything - I might get through one maybe two in a year that’s if life doesn’t get busy. I have to MAKE time, carve it out of my day to read 30pgs. And my attention span intends to lasts for 10 pages deep, so if the book doesn’t hook me - I won’t be finishing it.

I tell myself “get through 30pgs...” and beg myself to enjoy a book that’s been hyped up. And then what happens? I jump the gun and am holding a new book while doing the same thing.

I tell myself, I’m a bookaholic, “i love books” and “a good writer loves reading therefore I need to love reading as well” and then the same cycle intends to happen over and over again. The problem doesn’t lie with the book or reading at all but rather with my personal taste. Discovering the genre and book style has been difficult. And I am still learning what I like.

The first book I remember that made me enjoy reading (apart from Rainbow Magic books) was Tryelle by Amanda Hocking - Switched - I ate up the first story so quick that I gave it to my cousin and bought the trilogy. The only reason for not finishing Torn was because I hated the love triangle - I was rooting for Fin & Wendy and wanted to throw the book across the room when they weren’t going to be a match. The next book that stuck with me was Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I loved the first book and read it super quick - I still have to read the other three. But the most recent book that I fell in love with was in 2020 was when I Beta Read my good friend’s novel: Winter Soul. I loved it! I ate that book within a month. It made me fall in love with reading all over again. And I’m so honoured to be reading her newly revised version of it.

So maybe it’s me heavily relying on BookTube recommendations and not trusting my own taste and feelings when reading 10pgs into a story? Maybe it’s my procrastination that’s to blame and the fact that I like watching too much Netflix? Maybe it’s “reading is a sport and the more you read and exercise your brain the better it will be” and I get tiered and frustrated with that? Maybe it’s also the frustration with words I don’t understand when authors write on the page and try to be clever? 🤷🏼‍♀️ all I know is that if I love characters and theres a good plot to the story then that’s what makes time fly and gets me hooked on the first few pages.

You see while I acknowledge that I do read, I’m not going to sit here and say. I don’t struggle with it. And as much as I hate to admit it, this learning block comes from not reading a lot when being younger. So I do force myself to read but it’s a constant tug of war that mind you gets easier over time. And while I know I’m a reader, I still try to vailidate myself as a “good reader” while feeling guilty about not reading fast or having read 12 books in a year.... it’s the pressure. And of course then there’s me writing and crafting my own stories and oh wow! I shouldn’t be complaining I should love reading. I am a complete hypocrite! Why am I a writer? I’m so fake!!

Imposture Sydrome hits deep for me. And trust me, I do love reading. The books I’ve mentioned in this post are not the only ones I’ve read. I also know that when reading it does improve my vocabulary, I begin to see how the author crafts clever sentences and foreshadows and all of those amazing techniques. I totally get it and that is why I agree that “I need to read more” and “in order to be a good writer you must read.”

But I can’t help but feel torn between an imposture, a fake it till you make it writer. A wanna be. And Imposture Sydrome... likes to attack me by judging how little I read. And how that’s “not good enough” you should read more and be faster than this... and then it intends to spiral into “you’ll never be a good writer and even if you do make it in the publishing industry... everyone will find out what a fraud you are.”

I often take Imposture Sydrome as a challenge. I’m not a fraud! I can read more! I’ll prove you wrong! I am a good writer! And you can bet your bottom dollar I’m a bloody fantastic reader too!

But ya’ll when I’m having a bad day. And when I’m not in the right headspace it’s always nagging me to quit. Stop reading, donate them to charity. Give up being a writer, stop this facade. Admit the facts... you weren’t cut out for this.

And this is coming from a reader. It doesn’t matter if you read 1 or 10 or 15 or 50 books in a year. If you read, then hunnie you are a reader. And the best part is... you can grow. The more you read. The better you get. The more fancy words you begin to understands and identify. Your writing craft and prose get stronger by looking at how others write and their sentence structure. And I will never force myself to do anything I truly don’t want to do. When I am reading I have a hell of a time so please don’t get me wrong by reading this post and thinking it’s me whining and complaining. I just have my fair struggles with comprehension with prose and words on the page. And I think that’s a fair complaint to make.

So now... back to the main question. Should you read to be a good writer? Yes. It helps a lot and you’ll thank yourself later - if you don’t read a book please read online articles, etc. scripts, comics. Any sort of writing. But for me, nothing beats a good book. I also recommend switching books with betas and reading their work. Because when I started doing that... my writing improved. And my love for reading blossomed all over again.

You’ll find that you do like to read it’s just the genre isn’t your taste. Also I’ll let you in on a secret: you don’t have to read the entire book if you’re dreading it on the first few pages just DNF it and move on. It will take time to grow - your vocabulary, etc. but I’m sure as being a writer does. That playing around with people’s styles and adapting them into your own - it’s like mixing paints. It’s very fun.

Also if you’re a writer before becoming a reader there’s nothing wrong with that either! I began that way and it does take time to love reading. As long as you’re open to books then that’s all that matters.

Read as much. Play with peoples writing styles and your own. Experiment. Read more. Write more. And I think you can give Impostuee Sydrome a strong kick to the curb - because it doesn’t matter how many books you read as long as you are reading. That’s what matters. Now stop being harsh on yourself ❤️

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you-can-be-what-you-want-to-be · 3 years

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Blink of an Eye 19

“Sorry,” Jon says “but did you say the apocalypse ?!?”

“Yes? You’re the one who was keep us in the dark about this whole thing.”

“No I- I didn’t- hold on,” Jon says, turning to yell at the nearest tape “there’s going to be an apocalypse and you didn’t us?”

“‘really doesn’t matter’”

“It’s the end of the world, of course it matters!”

Tim looses some of his energy at this interaction.

“Jon, you are aware you’re talking to a tape recorder yes?”

“Oh yes that is, I think Martin would be best at explaining that, it’s more of his thing?”

“Riiiight. Martin?”

“Yeah hold on, I think Sasha should be here for this too.”

Helen, who is still there for who knows what reason, opens a door at that moment.

“No need, shes right here!”

Sasha does NOT look happy to have had to travel through demonic nonsensical hallways, but at the same time she seems hesitant to leave, like she wants to try and make sense of them.

“Hi, sorry what’s going on?”

“She was only a room or two away,” Jon mutters bitterly “we could’ve just, I don’t know, yelled or something.”

Helen pouts at him.

“Well that’s hardly any fun now is it Jonathan?”

“You’re a lot more cocky than you were an hour ago.”

“That’s because an hour ago, no one was pouring their memories into my head! I must say Archivist, I am disappointed in your dislike of the end of the world, rather ruins a lot of fun I could’ve had. You’re quite the spoil sport.”

The tape lets out a hiss of static at this.

“Hi, sorry,” Tim says “but I need someone to explain what the FUCK is going on right now.”

Martin lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Alright, lets get this over with. For the last.... two years or so? Theres like fourteen or some fear god things and this one has kind of been... stalking me?”

“You’re kidding. I mean, the fourteen fear whatever checks out with what Gerry told me, but one, I don’t think they’re supposed to be sentient, and two, there is no way if they are they’re good enough to help us.”

“Sorry,” Sasha says “Gerry? Like, hot goth Gerry?”

“Yeah. He was pretty cool actually, dead but like in a tragic “free me from this existence prison!” Way, so I did.”

“‘chose the option I thought might keep Gerry safe.’” The tape chirps happily, and Tim jumps in surprise.

“JESUS-“

“We’ve gotten off topic,” Sasha says “why you specifically Martin?”

Martin looks away awkwardly.

“Couldn’t say really.”

“‘A good friend.’”

“REALLY good friends, just adorable together” Helen says.

All of them but Martin, who is trying very hard to not react to the idea of him being with... the tape? resolutely ignore her and she pouts.

“That’s it then? It likes you because you’re just... friendly? There’s no other criteria?”

The volume lowers itself drastically.

“‘sort of cute.’”

Martin finally looses his battle to not react, his face growing darker and he lets out a little embarrassed squeak.

Tim burst out laughing at this despite the serious situation and Jon mutters “objectively yes” to quite for anyone but the tape to pick up.

“You’re- are you seriously telling me an eldritch monster just fell in love with you?”

“I don’t- maybe? That’s- we’re getting off topic. It talks through statements and other recordings from the future, alternate timeline, whatever, and it’s been helping us but I don’t know why it wouldn’t tell us about an apocalypse.”

“‘Doesn’t matter.’”

Tim looks ready to snap at the recorder for that and Sasha decides to step in.

“Before jumping right into being mad, how about we actually ask WHY it thinks it doesn’t matter.”

“‘Thank you’ ‘Every ritual tied itself so closely to a single power as to render itself impossible. They could bring their patron close, but never sever it from the others, and eventually it would be violently pulled back into the place next to reality where they dwell.’”

“It isn’t real? Then what was the point of sending me on a wild goose chase to try and end it?”

“‘I’m gonna hurt the thing that stole my brother and wrecked my life.’”

“One, you do NOT get to use that against me, two, why would you care if I get my vengeance or not?”

“‘Tim- dead’”

“And why should a spook care about my well being?”

“‘Had friends- lost them’”

Tim opens his mouth to say something that would be no doubt scathing, but Martin cuts him off.

“It’s- the tapes actually seem to care a lot about the people in the Archives Tim, they’ve been helping us. They saved Sasha’s life.”

Sasha, jerks at this and looks at the tape.

“Was that- are you what pushed me to jump out that window?”

The room fills with a sort of bashful, guilty affirmative, remembering what it did to her legs.

“‘When Prentiss attacked, something else, it… it… it replaced her-’ ‘Of course the table was binding it.’”

“Right then, I believe you. Thank you. Though I resent the idea that anyone could replace me.”

It’s a poor attempt to lighten the mood but the tape at the very least snickers.

“So,” Jon asks “what exactly is the plan of action?”

“Hey, it’s my revenge and you two held back knowing about weird flirty monster recorders. So what’s the plan?”

Jon rolls his eyes.

“‘get to burn some stuff, so that’s cool!’”

“Hell yeah” Tim says.

“Oh I am so on board with this” Sasha says.

“Arson?” Martin says with far to much glee at the prospect “we get to do arson?”

“Good lord I’m surrounded by pyromaniacs, what is wrong with you people” Jon mutters.

A hand that is far to big rests on Jon’s shoulders unexpectedly.

“Come on Archivist, you weren’t even marked this time! No stupid hand shaking, no reason to be scared of fire!”

“Er. Okay? I don’t know what that means, but I would prefer you tell me if something horrible is going to happen to me?”

“Our friendship is an eventuality that has not happened yet, and I don’t owe you anything!”

“Right.....”

Beholding decides to interrupt this conversation before Helen can give anything else away, and drops the information of where to get some explosives that are slightly more long range than the previous time.

“Wow,” Sasha remarks “I do not like that you know that.”

Tim seems to be winding down, and though still mistrustful, is trying to be less actively hostile.

“Fuck Yeah, heist. I call dibs on being the smooth operator!”

“Can I come?” Helen asks.

“No,” everyone says simultaneously.

“A shame you can’t stop me then.” She remarks.

Everyone groans at this and Helen smiles pleased with herself. Despite the annoyance everyone else starts smiling a little too. This is an exciting idea, that they’re going to be able to face off against something supernatural.

“I can’t believe you managed to seduce a monster before me Martin,” Tim says “completely and utterly unfair.”

Martin’s face darkens in a blush again and he shoves Tim.

Beholding would smile if it could, and the room is filled with a fondness.

#tma #the magnus archives #Blink Of An Eye #Beholding #beholding jon #god jon #my fic

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sometimes you just gotta meme for the new guy.

this is two memes combined so sorry if theres similar questions i couldnt be bothered to post them separately lmao

it’s fuckin huge My Bad

Names? If you were to choose another name for your oc, what do you think it would be? Did you choose their name for how it sounds or for its meaning?

Tbh it was a toss-up for a long time between Mallory, Felix and Everaud, and eventually the first two won. I chose it for how it sounded, but as it turned out the meanings of his first two names juxtapose pretty well together (first name Mallory - ‘unlucky’, second name Felix - ‘lucky’). His surname, Valkner, I also picked for the sound - the meaning of ‘warrior’ doesn’t really pertain to him lmao

He hasn’t gone by his legit first name of Mallory since he was about 12, and has used Felix almost exclusively since then. he fuckin hates it. most of the time.

Can your oc play any instruments? Have they ever wanted to learn how to play any? Why?

No, he grew up without much money and instruments would have been a luxury. He’s vaguely considered it as an adult, but is pretty certain he’d be useless so hasn’t bothered trying.

How does your oc fare in the dark? Are they scared? Do they trip over things really easily or navigate like they have night vision? (Or do they have night vision?)

He doesn’t like the dark much, but he’s not scared. He’s just got bad eyesight.

How well would your oc fare as a teacher? What subject would they be best at teaching? What about the worst?

tbh he’d probably be pretty good as a teacher to a group of like...primary school kids, maybe from 5-11 in age. He’s quiet-voiced, fairly mild-mannered, and has a strong sense of fairness and justice - the problem would arise when it came to older pupils, teens and up, trying to get the upperhand, bc he’s not authoritative in the slightest and would probably cave. Give him a room of toddlers tho that he’s only responsible for in short bursts and he’d cope pretty well. Either history or english lit would be his forte; sports would be worst. the boy can’t run.

What was your oc’s relationship with their parents like? If they didn’t have any parents/didn’t know them, who in their life was the closest to a parent to them?

It’s...good? I guess?? It’s complicated. his parents love their kids dearly and Felix didn’t go wanting for affection, but if anything it went too far the other way. He was absolutely smothered as a kid - after several near-death experiences with childhood illnesses (bacterial meningitis, which developed into encephalitis, then sepsis in his leg), his mother wrapped him up in cotton wool and never really let go. He couldn’t leave the house alone, he couldn’t go outside on cold days, he couldn’t move at anything faster than a walk - after being in and out of hospitals from 5-years-old to 8, and then being kept on a shelf from then, it really had an impact on how he learnt to interact with other kids his age. It’s also given him an unstable footing in life itself - he’s never quite certain if he’s going to lose everything at the drop of a hat, because that’s how they used to act around him. Now, with the distance of adulthood, he loves them and appreciates that they were trying their best, but he can’t help but resent them a little if he really thinks about it. He gets around this by not thinking about it.

Does your oc have any allergies, intolerances, or other sensitivities? How dangerous is it? Does this affect their daily life in any way?

he’s got an allergy to letting himself be happy it’s very serious

Does your oc prefer being in a crowd or being completely alone? How many people can be around them before they get uncomfortable?

Generally he’s more content alone - conversation doesn’t come naturally to him, particularly if it’s a crowd of strangers, and he’s more content in his own company. If he does find himself in a crowd, he will take himself to the edge of the room and people-watch rather than mingle.

How open is your oc to trying new things? Are they the adventurous sort, or would they rather stay in their comfort zone? Why?

He needs to be talked into things, otherwise he’d never try anything - he knows his comfort zones and he’s very comfortable in them, and is not inclined to venture outside. If he’s nudged into doing something, he may end up finding that he enjoys it - doesn’t necessarily mean he’d do it again under his own steam, but he doesn’t always regret the experience.

Does your oc have any best friends? Who was/is their closest friend? What about their worst enemy?

Pathetically enough, he doesn’t, really. Sylvia was his best, and to be honest his only friend, and when she left his social life left with her. He loves her still, but he loves her platonically (even if he hasn’t realised that yet) and that wasn’t enough for her, understandably. Outside of her, there’s not really anyone else.

No enemies. He’s not important enough to have enemies.

How dangerous is your oc? Are they completely innocent, or someone to be feared? Do others know?

tbh Felix’s level of danger is about the same as a puppy with a knife in its mouth. like yeah it might get you by accident but its way more likely to hurt itself and its not really done anything to deserve that so really its more important to get the knife away from it for its own benefit than yours

What is your oc’s vision like? Do they require glasses, are they completely blind, or do they have 20/20 vision? Does this have an effect on their life?

He wears glasses for pretty much everything - he’s not blind without them, but his vision’s bad enough that he wouldn’t be able to cope for the whole day if he left them at home.

If your oc were to be arrested for something, what would it be for? For being too kind, for a legitimate crime?

Probably for getting mixed up in something he didn’t mean to get involved in - Felix is the sort of person to say ‘yes’ to one request because he felt pressured and then find himself 20 ‘yes’s down the line embezzling money from the government for the Serbian mafia with no idea how he got there. He’s quite easy to manipulate - a person who knows how to press his buttons can generally work the answer they want out of him.

How quiet or loud is your oc? Are they easily capable of sneaking around without being heard, or do they feel it’s impossible to stop talking?

He’s pretty quiet - tries not to draw attention to himself if he can avoid it, and he doesn’t really speak unless he’s spoken to.

How stylistically fancy is your oc? Or would they rather go for comfort and plainness instead?

His primary concern is durability and price - he needs something that will either last for as long as possible so he doesn’t have to replace it any time soon, or something that is cheap enough that it doesn’t matter if it wears out, and ergo, Primark. He oftens window-shops for nice-fitting, fancy clothing in the London boutiques he passes on the way to work, but has never bought anything like that in his life and can’t bring himself to even consider it.

What’s your oc’s preferred mode of transportation? Walking, vehicle, (or in a sci-fi/magic setting) teleportation?

His preferred mode of transport is a car, but his isn’t always working properly so when he has to, he takes a bus - he doesn’t like walking if he can avoid it, partially because it wears him out and partially because he’s kind of physically lazy.

Is your oc always late, always early, or always right on time? Is there any reason for this?

He’s always early, because he leaves early, because he’s already envisioned about 20 different disasters that could make him late on the way and he’s trying to circumvent all of them.

How empathetic is your oc? Or are they closer to being a sociopath? Any reason why?

Felix doesn’t really realise that he’s empathetic - he thinks he’s just doing what everyone does, but in fact he will go out of his way to improve a situation for someone if he thinks they’re being hard-done-by for no benefit to himself, even to the extent of bending or breaking rules. It’s partially why he got into the law-scene - he wants to see things bettered for people who need it.

How much does your oc swear? Or do they keep completely clean? Why is this? Is there any situation where they would be the opposite?

Swearing doesn’t come naturally to him - he’s one of those people who will swear only under their breath and still manage to feel guilty about doing it. If he is going to swear out loud, he does it in German and it always comes out clumsily.

How does your oc’s own perception of themselves compare to how other people see them? Is your oc aware that other people see them differently (if it’s different)?

It’s pretty different. In his mind, he’s pretty useless - a bit of a waste-of-space who has coasted through life by pretending to be better than he is, kind of dull, kind of boring, kind of unattractive, altogether too much of Nothing Special for anyone to really be bothered with. Realistically, he comes across as responsible and competent at his job, perhaps a little highly-strung and nervy but nevertheless perfectly capable of managing the responsibilities he has. It’s his own self-doubt that cripples him, for the most part - people see it in him, and perhaps it makes them wonder if there’s a reason for it.

Is your oc a workaholic, or do they find it hard to be busy at all? Do they find it easy to relax, or must they have something to do at all times? Why?

if he’s not working, he’s thinking, and that simply won’t do. Felix’s whole life is work, for the most part - he throws his all into it, and isn’t sure what to do with himself when he’s sitting at home alone in a dead-quiet flat.

How energetic is your oc? Do they have trouble sitting still or do they feel low on juice all the time? Any reason why?

He’s constantly exhausted. It’s because he’s depressed. He hasn’t figured that out yet.

How does your character sleep? Peacefully, fitfully? What position do they sleep in? What is their typical bedding like?

Not very peacefully - Felix is a light sleeper, so although capable of getting to sleep relatively quickly he wakes up in fits and starts throughout the night. He tends to sleep curled on his left side, on bedding that is cheap, serviceable and durable. He can’t afford to buy anything decent. He finds it easier to stay asleep if there’s ambient noise in the room - white noise, the TV, whatever.

Does your oc have dreams or nightmares? What are they like? Is there a recurring one?

He’ll suffer a pretty bad nightmare here and there, generally to do with hospitals or medical procedures, but they aren’t chronic.

How easy to annoy is your oc? Do they have common pet-peeves or are they stoic in response to everything? What is their reaction if the source doesn’t stop?

he’s real easy to annoy lmao. He’s got a list of pet peeves a mile long and he’s very easy to get a rise out of, so people who enjoy getting a reaction (Lyon) find him very entertaining pickings. He keeps telling himself not to get so worked up because it only encourages things, but he can’t help it.

How does your oc view housework? Do they absolutely hate it? Do they enjoy having their surroundings neat and tidy or do they not notice?

He hates doing it, but he really enjoys a clean space afterwards and goes a long way to keep things organised. Disorder stresses him out - he particularly can’t bear people coming into his space and messing it up.

Your oc has to make something for an art exhibition. What would they make? How terrible is it? Would they enjoy making it?

oh christ. the thing is, he’s actually not that bad at art - he’s got a good handle on anatomy and perspective and can reproduce images or photpgraphs fairly well - but he thinks he’s useless and has never shown anyone anything. he’d produce a pretty solid sketch of like a coffee shop at 5pm or something dull like that, apologise profusely for the result, and hate every second of it.

What is your oc’s vocabulary like? Does it match the way they talk? How would you describe their speech?

He speaks pretty well - he’s precise with his words and keeps a quiet, even tone, and his vocab is fairly developed. If there’s a flaw with his speech, it’s that he speaks rather too quickly, because he’s used to being constantly interrupted - it becomes a race to get the sentence finished and his point across, before someone can cut him off.

He has a south German accent, but it’s a little softer for years of living in England - it gets stronger when he goes back home to Munich.

Is your oc more likely to follow instructions exactly, throw them out and figure it out on their own, or make it all up? What are the results like?

He follows instructions to the T, and doesn’t have the impulse to experiment and mess around with them for fear of making a mistake that he’d then have to clean up; that being said, if it becomes a matter of fair treatment, he may be inclined to bend the rules here and there.

Is your oc afraid of touch or do they actively seek it out? Is there a reason for this? What are the exceptions?

lmaoooOOOOO he’s petrified, whilst at the same time desperately craving it. He’s horrendously touch-starved, but his childhood lizard-brain learnt to associate touch with painful medical procedures, so he shies from it by nature.

How is your oc about medical care? Do they avoid any form of healthcare that they can, do they seek it out over every little scrape? Do they treat their injuries/illness all by themselves?

Felix carries an awful lot of medical trauma with him; he’s terrified of medical care, whilst simultaneously being something of a hypochondriac convinced he’s got some sort of Terrible Disease at all times. to be fair, this is because he once had a Terrible Disease, which then led to a second and then a third Terrible Disease before the first could even be treated, so he does have form for it. He also can’t handle blood and has been known to pass out at the sight of it, but would rather do that and recover on the floor than go to hospital.

He will avoid hospitals At All Costs.

How competitive is your oc? Is every little task something that they can win, or are they just in competitions for the fun of it? Is there anyone they’re most competitive with?

He’s sort of competitive accidentally - he doesn’t want to be, but he feels like he needs to be in order to succeed. He is desperate to prove himself, desperate to show his mother than he is more than capable of managing his own life, but he will run himself to exhaustion trying to get there. He’s happiest when he’s left to do his own thing without feeling like he’s competing against others, when he’s content that he’s appreciated by the people around him and is able to take that appreciation at face value, but he hasn’t come to that realisation in himself yet - he just thinks he’s doing it wrong.

How skilled at lying is your oc? How frequently do they lie? For what reason? What situations would be the exception?

lmao he can’t lie to save his life it’s actually kind of sad to watch. he’s a Blusher, for one, so he’s already tripped coming out of the gate, and then he starts falling over his own tongue the second he’s asked a question he can’t give a truthful answer to until it’s painfully obvious to everyone. it’s just sad.

What is your oc’s immune system like? Are they invincible to illness, or are they compromised completely from the slightest of dirt?

His immune system is terrible - a side-effect of his childhood. If there’s an illness going around, he will catch it.

Does your oc do anything “just for the aesthetic”? Or are they completely practical in everything?

Totally practical by habit, but perhaps he’d be happier if he wasn’t. He’s not used to doing things just because he wants to, because he’d enjoy the experience - there has to be a reason for it, else he’s not justified in doing it. Same goes for purchasing things that he wants - if he can’t come up with a good, solid, practical reason to buy himself something, he won’t buy it. ‘Because you want to’ is not reason enough.

If you had to choose a single object to act as a symbol for your oc, what would it be?

One of those candles that re-ignites itself when you blow it out.

If your oc could only eat one thing for the rest of their life (while miraculously not suffering from malnutrition), what would it be?

He’s got a massive sweet tooth and spends a lot of time baking, so probably cake - he’s fond of little gay French patisserie nonsense.

How prepared is your oc? Ready for the worst no matter what, or completely lost in every situation? Would they have a medkit when it was needed? Would they have an umbrella if it rains?

As much as he panics, in a legitimate bad situation he is capable of keeping his head - he runs on adrenaline and suffers the consequences later. He carries a first-aid kit in his car, but has never needed to use it, and yes, he always has an umbrella.

How charitable is your oc? Or are they more stingy with their resources and money?

god. He is stingy, but not out of a miserly nature - he just legitimately does not have much money. He never has, ever since childhood, and that shit is ingrained in him - you watch what you’re spending, because you never know when you’re going to need to make an emergency payment.

If someone was describing your oc to someone who had never met them, what distinguishing features would they mention? How would one identify your oc in a crowd?

Short guy, kind of round-faced, round glasses - kinda looks like he’s lost even when he isn’t. Jumps if you bump into him.

Does your oc have any pleasure that embarrasses them so they keep it secret? Or are they open about all the things they enjoy?

literally everything that he enjoys, he’s embarrassed about. He likes old black-and-white movies and he’s embarrassed about that. He reads shitty romcom fiction and he’s embarrassed about that. He enjoys cooking, he’s embarrassed about that. He actually enjoys sex, believe it or not, and he’s embarrassed about it. Don’t even fuckin get him started on his kinks because he’s embarrassed about them. tbh Felix doesn’t really know how to enjoy himself without guilt or shame, because he always feels like he needs to justify the things he likes and he doesn’t know how to do it. He’s just embarrassed.

What is your oc’s stamina like? Would they be able to run a marathon, or not run at all? What about walking/another physical activity? How are they with exercise in general?

Shitty stamina - he’s got weak lungs and the extent of his running ability is running for a bus and then needing literally four hours to recover. He sort of makes a vague attempt to exercise at home, but is easily discouraged and would just rather lie on the couch having a crisis of body-image.

How long can your oc stay focused on one task before they get bored? Do they constantly have to switch things up or do they hyperfocus? What sort of things is it the opposite for?

Felix is the king of repetitive, menial tasks. Set him in front of a diary or a spreadsheet and he’s well away. He really doesn’t mind thoughtless admin labour, even as he insists that he’s capable of handling more responsibility - and although he is more than capable, he also feels comforted by the predictability of data-entry. A nice mix of both would be ideal.

What smells bring back specific memories to your oc? What are those memories like?

Antiseptic and rubber floors, with that underlying stink of sickness. They’re not good memories.

How jumpy or easily spooked is your oc? Do they have a fight or flight reflex to being startled, or are they never startled at all?

He’s super-jumpy and easy to startle, which is delightful to some people. Between fight or flight, he’ll fly.

How polite is your oc? Do they do everything with the utmost courtesy, or do they completely refuse to say please and thank you?

He’s unfailingly polite, because his mother would have beat him with a shoe if he wasn’t.

How flexible is your oc? Can they touch their toes or do they have trouble just sitting down because of how stiff they are?

He doesn’t think he’s flexible at all, but certain intercurricular activities with Lyon suggest that he’s more flexible than he thinks he is.

What is your oc’s typical walking like? Do they speed-walk everywhere, do they take quick short steps or long paces? How loud are their footsteps?

Because his legs are kinda short, he walks pretty quickly just to be able to keep up with people - quiet steps, because he’s trying not to draw attention to himself.

If your oc was in a video game, what would their idle animation be?

Cleaning his glasses, putting them back on, squinting through them, then taking them off and cleaning them again ad infinitum.

What topics does your oc know the most about? Are these obvious or would these be surprising to others?

He’s a talented cook and has absorbed quite a lot about flavour profiles and all that shit that I know nothing about so I’m not going into details lmao. He’s also got a bank of knowledge about classic films that he keeps to himself, as he’s never convinced anyone would be interested. He’s got a lot of shit that he keeps to himself for this same reason, and therefore there’s quite a lot he could surprise people with if the right topics came up.

What time of day is your oc most awake? What about most tired? Do they get up at the same time every morning without need of an alarm, or is their sleep schedule all over the place?

Tries to tell himself he’s a morning-person. He isn’t. Left to his own devices he’d wake up about 10 and fall asleep about 2am, but he’ll insist if asked that he’s naturally inclined to wake up early.

What would someone blackmail your oc with? Would they be successful in getting what they wanted?

they’d get hold of a list of his pornhub browsing history and yes, they would absolutely be successful.

How easily does your oc get attached to things? Does everything have a sentimental value to them, or do they see nothing as more valuable than its practical use? What about with people/animals?

He gets attached to people and animals very easily, but as for things - he gets angry when he breaks or loses items, but that’s more to do with being stressed about having to pay to replace them than anything sentimental. He’s thrifty to a fault and won’t throw anything out until it’s absolutely unusable, to the point that he’s gotten pretty skilled at sewing repairs in order to avoid getting rid of clothes. He does have sentimental attachments to a few things, but not the majority.

How stubborn is your oc? Are they easily convinced of the opposite opinion, do they not agree but let it happen anyways? Or do they cause conflicts with their inability to budge in their decisions?

He’s not stubborn, as such, but he does know his own mind. He can be talked around or into things quite easily, but he does like to feel as though his voice has been heard.

How much has your oc traveled? Why is this? Would they like to travel more? Or are they perfectly fine with staying home?

He’d prefer to stay home - there’s too much room for error travelling abroad, and the risks don’t really outweigh the benefits for him. He travels back and forth between England and Germany, and he has visited France before as a boy, but that’s about it.

What signs tell that your oc is nervous? Do they fidget, is it in their expression or the way they say things? Or are they very skilled at hiding it?

He fiddles with his glasses and fidgets his hands around, and is also (as mentioned) a blusher - he’s Not Subtle when he’s nervous or flustered, which in turn makes it worse.

How superstitious your oc? Do they end up following them ‘just in case’? Or are superstitions incredibly important to your oc? What are some that they believe? What about the ones they don’t?

He says he isn’t superstitious, but I’m not certain that’s true - I think he’s superstitious despite himself. He follows them, then gets annoyed with himself for following them and assures himself that he won’t do it again, but then when it comes to it next time he follows them again anyway. He won’t walk under ladders, won’t open an umbrella indoors and he broke a mirror once and almost died. The only one he doesn’t believe is unlucky black cats, because he’s never met a black cat that was unpleasant.

#felix1 #god PLEASE let the cut work this is huge

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