#won competitions even has those days will cheer you on. you know?

[dootznbootz]

My mom is already super cool but growing up as a child of an artist/art teacher, like, really shaped me as a person. No matter your skill level your creations matter and are so so important and I'm just so fucking proud of you. And I mean fucking ALL of you.

I'm not an artist myself (at least drawing-wise. I enjoy pottery and music and writing but not much for the "I'm holding some sort of stick (pen, paintbrush, digital stylus, etc. ) and making something with it haha)

But since my mom was an artist, and I just CONSTANTLY grew up around creators. It just, idk makes you APPRECIATE things you know? My mom was a wildlife artist (she's won a couple competitions, "State Trout Stamp" is one of them.) and I remember as a little girl seeing her make her prints and how LONG they took her. And even with her WINNING some and having great paintings, she'll still have the "Oh, I hate that one >:( " which ofc, there's an "artist's eye" but it kind of makes me laugh as literally no matter your skill level, EVERY creator has a "Ew." project.

Not great lighting sorry, but these are what she's made. (Yes, there's a thermometer on the buck. That's one that a lot of people like but she doesn't so much haha. the bottom middle is the one that won.)

And since she was a teacher by the time I came around (doing her prints on the side) I grew up wandering the high school halls as a little girl and watching and playing with her students who were artists themselves.

I remember seeing how LONG it took them. Some would get frustrated with a certain thing they were struggling with like hands or making sure their eyes were right. Breaking pencils or throwing away projects. Some would start to cry and then they became a "sibling" for a moment as "mom instincts" would take over my mom and she'd just sit with them. Sometimes if I happened to be playing around in the classroom and they were there after school ended (or for "Art Club") after getting frustrated they would come to play with me on the floor with those drawing manikins and other toys that were in the classroom. (My mom was essentially a "Ms. Frizzle" type of teacher and had LOTS of toys in her class room. From Barbies to potato heads as "they're good inspiration!". She's still like that and even kind of looks like Ms. Frizzle too!) A lot of these students were my FRIENDS (more like a bunch of older siblings), even as I got older. (some were even babysitters for me) and it's funny now if I run into them and now they have kids of their own.

I don't even know what I'm chattering about anymore haha. I just...I'm really proud of y'all. Doesn't matter where you're at in your "leveling up skills", I KNOW how hard you all work. I KNOW you've taken a lot of time to get where you are! I don't do it myself but I've SEEN your efforts! I think a lot of people will see art and just think "oh it's just copying what you see" especially for hyperrealistic paintings or even for stylized stuff. People see it as "easy" or if it's not "perfect" then it's "not worth it". not even BOTHERING to understand the circumstances and/or story of the artists. And every artist has their ups and downs! I mean like I said, my mom has won competitions and STILL has her "Ew >:( " paintings! Something I've seen a lot of folks on here do!

...I'm sleepy and don't know how to end this haha. Just know you're doing a great job. I'm so happy you've gifted us your creations. It's a privilege to get to see your growth in real time.

#meh I'm getting emotional over something so small and silly but yee bleh #Mad rambles #just heard my mom talk about it and heard so many folks on here say the same about their art and idk. maybe knowing an artist who's #won competitions even has those days will cheer you on. you know? #I mean... I mean EVERYTHIGN I say whenever I'm tagging silly things on works. like it's important to me to say SOMETHING because #I know how much this shit MEANS. It can really make or break you. And I WANT for you to “make” more! :D More JOY! #if y'all like... want better closeups of her art just ask haha. Won't give out name (as that's dumb) but yeah :D

[imaginaryf1shots]

My Girls (I) | Max Verstappen

Words count: 1009

Driver!OC X Max Verstappen

Summery: Cecilia Hansson daughter of a Swedish billionaire, a race car driver, with a dream of making it big in Formula 1. However she has a few secrets that may hurt her as women are disliked in the sport.

Series Warnings: cursing, child abandment, absent father, drinking, car accidents, Jos Verstappen, misogyny, Christian horner (tell me if i missed anything)

This is a sort of prequel, just to set the scene. I already have over 20K written for this.

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When they first met, they were 10 years old. A karting competition, a usual thing for both of them, they both won a fair amount, both getting used to winning. However when they lost each one of them dealt with it differently. Yes Cecilia had a better car, but that never stopped Max from winning before. 

The race started as normal, as always Cecilia overtook all those in front of her and reached P2, with only Max being in front of her, with practised ease she overtook the boy coming out of nowhere it seemed. The boy frowned and pressed harder his car touching hers, Cecilia felt her car jolt, not knowing Max but knowing how some of the guys liked to race, she started focusing on evading him and out racing him. It was close to the end of the race anyways. Max did try to push her car a few times but everytime she slipped away or he just barely touched her. 

His dad will have his head for this. 

Once the race finished they got out of the car, Cecilia doing the little dance she always did when she won. She saw her dad and her brother cheering for her on the side. Taking off her helmet just as Max was coming up to her, he wanted to see who beat him, she took out her braid from her suit and turned to walk to her family when she saw Max.

Yes, his dad will definitely kill him.

“Nice race.” Cecilia said with a laugh before she slipped away to her family, her dad lifted her up in celebration, she was laughing her heart out, enjoying the moment. While Jos just stared down the family and his son, he walked up to her car inspecting it.

“They either got a sponsor or a whole lot of money.” Jos grunted a disappointed look on his face, Max was hopeful that seeing the car would make his dad not mad or disappointed in him. “But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t have won.”

Shaking his head he left his son and walked away.

Cecilia, Max and Pierre were waiting for the podiums, standing together. Cecilia turned to Max and held out her hand.

“I’m Cecilia.” She had a smile on her face with her white teeth, antagonising Max unknowingly.

“Max..” Said and refused to shake her hand, Pierre rolled his eyes at Max’s antics and shook the girl’s hands so as not to leave her hanging. 

“It’s okay Cece that’s how Max is.” He told her in French, Cecilia shrugged and refused to look at Max for the rest of the day.

The years went on after that and the group of future F1 drivers ran into each other a lot. Nearly no month went by without them running into each other, finding out more about the other, whenever Charles, Max and Cecilia raced together the trio were always close on the track, one of them always won. Giving credit to Cecilia she always tried to be nice to Max, however as they went into their teens he always just ignored her or gave her one worded answers. His dad did not like her at all, he found out about her family and their connections, and he knew it beat his, even if he was an F1 driver at one point.

When Max won a race at 15 and Cecilia came in P2, she did what she always does.

“Congratulations Max, great race.” The female smiled at the now slightly taller male, at one point she was taller than most of the guys but it seemed like her growth slowed with time and theirs picked up pace. 

“Why do you always do that?” Cecilia was both surprised and confused, she had no idea what he was talking about. This is the first time he’s spoken more than two words to her in the past five years they’d raced together. Both of them had done well in their careers getting sponsored and moving up. 

“What do you mean?”

“You always congratulate me and wish me a good race, always happy even if you don’t win.” Max explained his brain can’t comprehend how she just always seemed so happy and content and wishing her rivals good races, he heard her and Charles sharing tips and ideas, helping each other out. It’s something that he found do foreign and unusual, it left him puzzled. 

“Why not? I love racing, being good is besides the point, yes I like it, I love when I win, but I would do it regardless of if I won or not.” The smile on her face fell a little, she too couldn’t understand why this wasn’t something that Max understood, her family valued fair play, they said if you rise then you should rise with the people around you and good competition always made you better, always kept you on your toes. “Besides, if you weren’t good then who would challenge me? I love challenges.”

“That’s stupid, you’re weird.” Max muttered under his breath, but Cecilia heard him loud and clear. All signs of her happiness went out the window, her smile fell off completely. Max was startled by the stark contrast, how her whole demeanour flipt in one second. Her shoulder hit his as she passed him, her arms crossed.

After that day and for the time they raced together, before he went into F1 and she got pregnant, Cecilia never smiled at Max again.

Did it bother him? Yes. she always smiled at all the other guys but never him. He was only 15 but he understood the moment she stopped trying to talk to him what he felt. He had a crush on Cecilia Hansson. The daughter of a swedish billionaire. The up and coming female driver, some people said that she’d soon have a position in F1, just give it a few years. He silently hoped that she did, he hoped she’d make it into F1. He loved racing against her.

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#f1 x driver!reader #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen #max verstappen imagine #f1 x reader #my girls #f1dr #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic

[gemini-sensei]

Can you do something with Keene!Reader who is Robby's twin sister. She's really cute and shy but in a giggly way if that makes sense? Robby always has her in the background away from him or anyone for that matter so not a lot of people even know they are related. She's pretty strong but doesn't like to fight unless she has to. She more so just likes to keep quiet and watch but if her twin is in trouble she's all over who ever is messing with him.

Robby Keene x Twin-Sister!Keene!Reader

This isn't exactly what you asked for but it's something and I like the way it turned out, so I hope you do to. I would love to do more of this quiet and shy but secretly strong Keene!Reader CW: slight fighting, canon lever fighting, slight hint of Hawk x Reader, mostly sibling/familial relationships, Kenny as a brother figure.

It all started at the All Valley when their dad decided to put Cobra Kai into the competition. Reader warned her brother that fighting against them was a bad idea but he didn't care, assuring her that he knew what he was doing despite not having a dojo to back him up. He was fighting solo, all alone, no one to coach him through it. He thought a couple of months of karate training at Daniel LaRusso's house was sufficient enough to do the trick. She wasn't so sure. Nevertheless, she was there to support him and cheer him on, quietly at least.

The rowdy crowd wasn't really her scene, but she suffered through the loud noise, yelling and violence to support him. That's was siblings did after all, and at the end of the day, Reader and Robby only had each other.

She wished she could say her brother won despite the odds stacked against him, especially after that idiot with the mohawk dislocated his shoulder, but he didn't. Their dad got what he wanted and Robby walked away with his head down. Things went up and down from there.

Now Reader found herself at a crossroads. She wanted to support her brother like always, but he had joined Cobra Kai after a messy fight and some manipulation from John Kreese, someone their dad Johnny swore was dead at one point. To top it off, he was living at the dojo while Reader was forced to stay with Johnny while their mom was at rehab. She wanted to support Robby, she really did, but she couldn't. She knew it was best for him to get out of Cobra Kai, but he wouldn't listen to her.

So she did what she did best, stuck her nose in a book and tried to ignore the outside world.

That didn't stop Johnny from coming around and knocking on her door. He wanted her to join the dojo he and Daniel were trying to manage together, but it was a hot mess that she wasn't going to touch. However, to get him to shut the fuck up from time to time, she let him teach her karate in the living room. They pushed the furniture out of the way so he could teach her a lesson or two, never holding back.

It was one of those afternoons she could have been spending reading, but instead found herself getting frustrated with her dad. She wasn't giving it her all yet, she was tired and bored, but he kept pushing her. Then he said the magic words.

"Hey, how about this: if you can knock me down, I'll take ya to the bookstore," he said.

She looked at him. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, now come on, give it your all."

So she put everything into sparring with him and withing two minutes, knocked him off of his feet and jabbed his chest like he'd shown her to do. It took his breath away and he winced, but that pain passed quickly as he realized what had just happened. He jumped up and yelled, "Hell yeah! That's how it's done!"

She walked past him. "I'm going to take a shower, then you'll take me to the bookstore."

"Shit, right," he said, realizing the hole he'd dug for himself.

It wasn't long after that when Robby invited her to the drive-in. He wanted to spend time with her and thought an outing with his Cobra friends was the perfect opportunity for that. She agreed but only because it was her twin. She took her new book with her though.

"Aye yo, Keene!" Kyler had yelled as they approached the group. "Who's the hottie?"

"None of your business, Park," he seethed, quick to that protective brotherly anger her harbored. Mixed with his predominate anger and he was close to punching his own teammate in the face just for calling his sister a 'hottie'. "Leave her alone, man. If I hear you so much as talk to her, I'll-"

"Robby!" Reader called him down. "Chill out..."

"I knew I shouldn't have brought you here."

"Well, it's too late for that now. I'm here, deal with it."

The other Cobras weren't as intimidating as Reader had originally thought. They weren't all bad like her dad had made them out to be, and why should she think that when he had been one of them once upon a time? The newest and sweetest of the group, Kenny, was kind and made her laugh. She was quick to think of him as a little brother. Whenever she laughed, she dropped her head and tried to keep quiet, hiding away from everyone.

When the movie started, she tried to get into it, but it really wasn't her thing. She didn't regret bringing her book, even if Kyler teased her when she pulled it out. She became a little flustered at this and decided to go get a drink to get away from him, especially when his teasing turned into weird flirting that she didn't know how to respond to.

As she was getting her drink, she noticed Kenny carrying a ton of food and drinks back to the Cobras and she wanted to help him. She turned her back to get her drink from the vendor and turned back only to see the mohawked Hawk appeared and that all the snacks were on the ground. Hawk laughed at him, which sparked that buried away anger inside of Reader.

She charged over there and shoved Hawk away from Kenny. "Get away from him!"

"Whoa! Calm down!" Hawk laughed, amused by her sudden appearance. "We were just having a little fun."

She gestured to the ground at the mess of food. "Yeah, this looks like a lot of fun. Why don't you just go back to your friends and leave him alone?"

"Look, I don't know who you think you are, but this kid is nothing but trouble so long as he's in Cobra Kai," Hawk told her.

"Funny coming from a guy that was one of them not that long ago," she told him, then turned to Kenny and put her arm around him. He'd hidden behind her and taken quick shelter from Hawk. "Let's get out of here."

"Hey, I'm not done talking to you," Hawk said, reaching for her arm. When he grabbed it, she elbowed him in the gut and flipped him over her shoulder. He hit the ground with a hard thud and stared up at her wide eyes, somewhere between his bewilderment and anger. "Whoa..."

She stepped over him without another word and looked to Kenny. "Come on, let's go get those snacks again. I'll help you carry them this time."

When she and Kenny returned to the group, Robby approached to check on her. "Hey, what was all that about?"

She shrugged. "Just Hawk being an ass like always."

"You handled that well," he said proudly. "Where'd you learn to fight like that."

She hummed, knowing he wouldn't like the answer. She knocked her shoulder into his, smiled, and told him, "From watching my brother of course."

#keene!reader #quiet!reader #shy!reader #robby keene #brother!robby #keene twins #robby keene x chubby reader #robby keene x reader #hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #hawk moskowitz headcanons #eli hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #gemini sensei

[nogenderbee]

Could I request Diluc, Kaeya, Childe and Ayato with an s/o who has amazing good fortune and luck?

Sure! I did these in oneshot format because I thought it'll be a bit more interesting ^^ Well hope you like it dear anon!

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Ayato x lucky!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot

You visited Diluc in Angel's Share to classically ramble about your day and adventures. He seemed to expect you by now before as soon as you say down, your favorite juice was right under your nose and when you looked at your partner, you noticed his eyes softening. It was like alternative of a smile since he can't let other read: Venti, Kaeya or Rosaria see him like that and risk getting teased to death.

But going back to current time... there was almost no one else close to bar so it was basically just the two of you.

"So how was it? I heard you accepted one of more dangerous missions today."

He gave you the strict look and you knew just by that that he was worried for the whole day even if he didn't wanted to admit it!

"Yeah, but it was easy! My luck never disappoints me~"

"That's great and I don't wish it to be otherwise but you should stop relying on it so much. It's just luck. What it won't be on your side one time?"

"Oh stop worrying so much! I'm all safe and sound!"

"And I couldn't be more glad for that..."

He was gently caressing your hand by now. It may seem like normal gesture but you could see he's being a bit mean because he cares about you. Maybe next time you should take some extra stuff just to make him less stressed text time?

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You and Kaeya were just hanging around on Mondstadt's festival. There was game based on luck so of course he encouraged you to try it! And naturally, you win every single one of them~ Eventually it ended with hosts stopping you from playing because you'd win all prizes in this tempo...

"See? I told you it's worth checking out!"

"Did you had something to do with it again?"

"What are you assuming me of? But just maybe I made a bet with host that you won't loose a single round! I'm treating you to dinner tonight, my dear~"

You should've expected it honestly... he will use every opportunity to show how amazing luck his partner has after all. But you can't really complain since he's treating you to dinner!

But he doesn't do it just to use you or so, it's more like showing everyone your amazing talent. And you can see it by the way he always compliments you before even suggesting bets or anything like that.

"Another bet? Really?"

"Well yes but you know it's not me who suggested them... they were just a bit too confident that you can't have those sort or luck."

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Childe brings you everywhere with him. And it's even worse if you know about him being part of the Fatui... he'll always bring you to negotiations, competitions, fights and so on.

Since that one time when you both were just shopping in Liyue Harbor and he won over 3 negatiations with you on his side, he literally started calling you "his lucky charm".

That's how you ended up watching him fight on the sides, like today. It doesn't matter if it'll be whole boss or few slimes, he'd always tell you to give him some of your luck with that grin on his face.

And when he comes back after his win, he'll be a bit flirty, saying how it's all thanks to your luck even tho you both know very well it's thanks to his fighting skills.

"Thanks for cheering for me there! I couldn't have done this without your help~"

"C'mon... these slimes were nothing for you... you said it yourself plenty of time."

"But it could've been your luck this time! You won't mind accompanying me for some time, right?"

"Aren't you just trying to show off by now?"

He definitely does try to only impress you... and you're sure of it by the way he sends you that little grin of his symbolizing he's planning something.

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You came to Ayato rambling about how lucky you got with winning a prize on some festival. He was genuinely happy to see you smile like that and the way you were so sure it's because you're lucky person is making him adore you even more.

"I guess I just have incredible luck! No one won this one before me and it's the one I liked the most anyway!"

"Of course. I'm so proud of you, my love."

It's not immidietly noticible but he doesn't really believe in so called "luck". He's sure it's a simple coincidence but that sparkle in your eyes just makes him go with your thoughts to not accidentally ruin this day for you.

"Well then, why won't we celebrate your another lucky day by going out for dinner?"

"Well I can't say no to that!"

He softly smiled at your reaction. He liked to spoil you in the first place but he adores how childish you could be sometimes.

He'd always listen to you rambling about your newest achievements and how it's all thanks to your luck with a smile. He's saying that he's proud of you and acts as if he's sure that's how it is, but in reality he thinks it was just coincidence. As much as he doesn't want you to ALWAYS rely on your luck, he can't just tell you what he thinks in the face, you're simply too pure in his eyes.

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#genshin impact #genshin #diluc #kaeya #childe #kamisato ayato #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #ayato x reader #genshin diluc x reader #genshin kaeya x reader #genshin childe x reader #genshin ayato x reader #genshin diluc #genshin kaeya #genshin childe #genshin ayato #fluff #genshin fluff #oneshot #genshin oneshot

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! I really love your works, it was amazing! And I'm thankful you are open again. Can I request modern Ror characters x a very intelligent medical doctor reader?

She is so amazing that makes her the characters deeply fall in love with her. They are watching her presenting medical research, presenting her surgeries and anything.

God: thor, poseidon, hades

Human: lubu, nikola, qin and jack

Thank you very much.

OMG I have a doctor character that I’ve written a few times for my own personal fanfictions, and this will work perfectly! Super brilliant but stunningly gorgeous doctor who knows it but she is very icy and cold to others except for her love whom she sometimes teases!

-Y/N L/N was regarded as one of the best surgeons in the world, clients would come in from all around the world for her services as her research and hard work paid off, being the first doctor to actually be able to eradicate cancer completely.

-Surgery, at the moment, was the only way for her to deal with the cancer in her patients, without exposing them to harmful radiation and drugs.

-Like all surgeries, there was a risk factor, but with each surgery she did and with more hard work and furthering her search, the mortality rate was going down and her patients were now less at risk.

-You had been mentoring several other surgeons for weeks now, showing them your research and even letting them be in the surgery room with you, as they were learning your procedures so they too could learn it and take it back to their own hospitals so even more people could be saved.

-When giving lectures and presentations, you were the center of attention, not just because of your research, but you were stunningly beautiful, with curves in all the right places, clear skin, you screamed bombshell.

-The only downside was that you had a no tolerance policy when you were asking questions, if someone was bold enough to ask you out or ask you other rude questions, like your cup size or your Big Three, you wouldn’t hesitate to glare at them, throw something, usually a pen, at them, and tear them to shreds with your scolding.

-Some of these scolding sessions had made it to the internet and you quickly became super popular outside the medical field, and the letters of propositions just seemed to keep coming.

-Lucky for you but unlucky for those poor bastards pining after you, you had a lover whom you met back in med school, one who fell in love with you when you would give lectures, even if he had no idea what you were talking about.

-And you were very loyal to him, not willing to give others even the time of day when they were hitting on you.

-Thor- A powerful, power couple! Thor was one of the strongest men in the world, holding world records for different strength sports, rivaled by his good friend Lu Bu. He adored being with you, holding your hand, treating you like a delicate flower, even though he knew you can and will kick other’s butts and put them in their place, even in pumps. Your research is very important to you so when you’re working on it, he tries not to bother you, other than pulling you into his lap so he can cuddle you while you work. You appreciate his attention, and you give him the same, when he’s working out or preparing for competitions, you give him his space but you’re always right there to cheer him on.

-Poseidon- So many were angry at you while adoring you at the same time, for having someone like Poseidon at your side. You were both way too pretty- they couldn’t compete! You were the definition of a power couple! Poseidon couldn’t help but be a bit smug, knowing that he had you and has you for quite a while now and he wasn’t going to let you go, smirking at others who would look over at you while it was his arm that was around your waist. You knew of his arrogance, and you couldn’t help but tease him, pecking his cheek in public so he would have to turn away to hide his bright red face. You always won.

-Hades- To see you standing beside one of the handsomest men in the world, not only a model, but a CEO of a massive corporation, none could touch you, and none could touch your lover as well. He wouldn’t even look in other women’s direction, especially if they were trying to flirt with him, you were the only woman in his life and you had your claws sunk into him deeply. He loved your hard work and research, as he knew it was important to you. When you presented your successful research the first time, he was in the front row, with a massive bouquet, cheering for your accomplishments. When he sees other doctors or people eyeing you up a bit too much, he has no issues going over and hugging you close, glaring at them to establish his place, which you think is cute, and you can’t help but tease him for it.

-Lu Bu- Brains and brawn is what most people described your relationship, but you knew your husband, street fighter turned professional fighter and strength competitor, competing around the world with his friend Thor, was smart as well, as he could easily win any fight he faced. He was the same way, he knew you were smart and despite not being able to fully understand the fruits of your hard work, all he knew that you were helping people get better and that’s all that mattered, but he also knew you could kick ass in high heels, as you’ve done so before when someone tried to get handsy with you at a press conference. He was very pouty when you handled it yourself, because he wanted to, and you spent the rest of the conference in his lap, after pulling him over, silently telling everyone you were taken by this intimidating looking man.

-Nikola- Research buddies for life!! Even though you were more medical, and he was more machine research, the two of you worked so well with each other. You both don’t completely understand each other’s fields, but you both are always willing to offer an ear and insight when either of you get stuck. He’s a complete sweetie with you, but when he sees other doctors or just other people in general, getting a little too close or looking at you in impure ways, Nikola’s quick to come over, greeting them with a warm grin while putting an arm around your waist, the glare in his eyes not meeting the smile on his face. You find it cute when he gets jealous, playfully teasing him when you get home, and he gets so shy with you that you can’t help but tease him.

-Qin Shi Huang- Was a very jealous man and when you were giving lectures, he usually wasn’t too far off, ready to step in to greet these men with a bright smile and a firm handshake, one that can hurt from his strong grip. He loves your work, as he knows how hard you’ve worked for it, having sat up with you on sleepless nights while you were writing notes and studying samples, resting his head in his lap. You appreciated his dedication to your work, as he was the one that always cheered the loudest for you, boasting that you were his lover, which always made you smile, especially when he would tease other men who could never even being to dream about having you.

-Jack- Is a gentleman with you, will stand by your side to keep unwanted attention off of you, and if others don’t seem to get the memo, Jack has no problem threatening others to treat you with the respect that you deserve, both as a doctor and as a woman. Finds your work amazing, when he watched your first presentation and proved that it worked, he was in awe, applauding you alongside the other doctors who were all amazed by your work. Jack enjoys asking you questions that just let you ramble, which you realized that he enjoyed as he would just sit and listen to you, sipping his tea, even if he didn’t understand everything you were talking about. Just being with you was more than enough for Jack, that and he lorded over the other men that he was the only one who got to kiss and hug you.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror thor #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror lu bu #ror nikola tesla #ror qin shi huang #ror jack the ripper

[lingerasthesmokeoncedid]

peace on earth, goodwill to (bat)man

pairing: bruce wayne/reader

summary: It's Christmas Eve at Wayne Enterprises, and no one wants to be alone.

wc: 1.5k

genre: quiet holiday romance

warnings: none

When You First Took My Hand (on a Cold Christmas eve)

“Merry Christmas Eve, Mr. Wayne. Leaving for the office?”

At the sound of Alfred’s offhand voice, Bruce paused tiptoeing across his kitchen, caught like a teenager sneaking out after curfew. 

Ever since he’d started this Batman thing a few years ago, every December 24th had been the same - and every subsequent year, Bruce thought he would be able to beat the old man. To sneak out of the house before he had a chance to castigate him for choosing vigilantism over holiday cheer.

“Yeah,” Bruce said, wincing. “Have to make an appearance. Give out the bonuses. Looks like Lucius has roped me into judging some cookie swap or something, too.”

Alfred raised one eyebrow, the gesture shifting the festive Santa hat currently positioned atop his head. An uncommonly jolly accessory for the old man, clearly employed to make Bruce feel worse. “And you’ll be home for dinner eight, yes?”

“You know I won’t be. Don’t do this again this year, okay?”

As a kid, Bruce and Alfred spent every Christmas Eve together. It was tradition, a way for Bruce to feel like he had a family for at least a few hours every holiday season. But now, as an adult, Bruce had more pressing matters to attend to - even on Christmas. A fact Alfred hated. 

“The city doesn’t need a Batman tonight,” Alfred said.

“Yes. They do. Come on, Alfred. Don’t look so grim. It’s Christmas.”

It was more of a plea than a wish. Alfred would hear neither. 

The old man closed his newspaper. “Mh-hm. And my dearest wish is that one day, Santa will bring you someone who makes your life worth actually living.”

*

Bruce did his best not to dwell on Alfred’s Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come act. That day, he focused his energies on smiling and glad-handing and being the consummate billionaire guy-about-town - flashing his money around and trying to be charming and everything he really wasn’t.

But like a catchy Christmas song, Alfred’s words were caught in Bruce’s head. Infuriatingly, it made him see the entire holiday season in an entirely new light. Gotham looked surprisingly beautiful this time of year, he noticed. The grime and the slog gave way to twinkling lights and fresh snow. The offices of Wayne Enterprises, too, bustled with unreasonably happy employees. When he judged the cookie swap (a competition that had a one-thousand dollar bonus on the line) that afternoon, for example, he saw one secretary crying about dropping her cookies on the way to the office — only for her desk-mate to offer her cookies as a replacement entry. 

Those cookies won. And the original baker never asked for a cent of the thousand dollars, nor did she take credit for their creation.

For the first time, Bruce actually….well, he wouldn’t say he enjoyed coming in to work this year, but it did fill him with a certain amount of hope that he’d been missing. He noticed the little things today, the kindness and goodness that he often missed when prowling the city for trouble.

However, when five o’clock rolled around and the staff scrambled out to do the last of their holiday shopping and cooking, Bruce readied himself to shake off the warmth of seasonal cheer. He had real work to do. The city needed him -

It was then that he realized he was not alone on the sixty-eighth floor as he’s originally thought. A fact that made his escape almost impossible. 

He couldn’t very well open the door to the alcove hiding his Batsuit with someone working just beyond the glass walls of his office, could he?

So, he waited. Fiddling awkwardly with his computer as the sound of her tinny radio’s Christmas music filled the distant air between them. He found his attention drifting from the police blotter website to her often — not because she was beautiful, he told himself, and not even because she was the one who’d loaned her winning cookies to her unlucky coworker. But because she was an obstacle to him beginning his night of protecting Gotham.

Yeah. That was it. Nothing else. 

And when, around eight o’clock, she brought a Christmas mug to her mouth, drawing Bruce’s attention to her soft lips, he decided he’d had enough of this for one night. 

The city needed him to defend it — not to moon over some woman who might as well have not known he was on the same planet as her, much less on the same floor of Wayne Enterprises. 

Throwing on his coat and his scarf, he left the relative privacy of his executive suite and strode towards her desk — ready to give her a firm season’s greeting and not-so-subtly indicate that she should go back home to spend it with her family. 

However…

He hadn’t counted on her smile. When she saw him coming, her entire face lit up, and she lowered the volume on her radio so she could greet him properly. It wasn’t one of those fake smiles people often gave him — the kind that told him they were very happy to see his money and basically disinterested in him himself. It was the real thing. 

Nothing could have shocked him more. Bruce was so used to people shuffle away when he approached as their boss or bow and scrape when he was their customer. Batman was so used to seeing people scream in horror and run away at the sight of him. 

But there she was. A woman in a ridiculous sweater. Smiling up at him as though they were old friends finally reunited for Christmas. 

“Happy Holidays, Mr. Wayne. Heading home for the night?”

“I,” he said, clearing his throat when the word faltered, “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

“Me? No, not going home. I’ve got, just, a ton of work to do.”

“Likewise.”

Awkward silence filled only with the sound of Darlene Love singing Baby, Please Come Home followed then. Bruce didn’t know what to say. He had been so sure that his presence alone would be enough to drive her away. Most people in this building — hell, in this city — found him unbearable to be near. His social skills were non-existent and his the overwhelming sadness of his universally known life story made people flee him as quickly as they could. 

Not her. She, actually, leaned in to his presence. 

“Uh, but while you’re here…” She dug under her desk and retrieved an old sewing tin, which she handed to him. “I made cookies. Would you like some?”

“These survived the cookie swap after all?”

“No. I made these for you, actually.”

The cap on the tin came away easily, and there they were — a dozen individual sugar cookies, haphazardly decorated with both silver and blue and green and red frosting, representing both his mother and his father’s traditions. It wasn’t just Christmas. It was Hanukkah, too, and this near-stranger had remembered that he celebrated both.  

Not only was she not running from him, not only was she not uncomfortable being in his presence, but she’d thought of him at the most special time of the year. She’d planned this whole thing so they could share this moment together.

“For…for me?”

She shrugged. “I’ve been working here for three years now. I noticed you always work late on Christmas Eve.”

“I see. You don’t really have any work to do tonight, did you?” 

Having called her bluff, he almost smiled down at her. She met his gaze, conceding.  

“No, Mr. Wayne.”

The cookies, staying late at the office. It all had to mean something. But what? And why did it make him want to sit across that desk from her and talk until the cookies or the conversation ran out? 

“What about your family?” He asked. “Aren’t they missing you?”

“It’s Gotham. You know most of us are alone.” That smile faltered for the briefest of moments, then she recovered. “But I thought maybe this year could be different. For both of us. Even if it’s just in the office.”

From the way her shoulders tensed and her breathing grew slightly erratic, Bruce could tell that this was huge for her — maybe as huge for her to offer as it would be for him to accept.

“Well. That is…” Wonderful. World-shaking. Absolutely baffling. He decided not to say any of that. “It’s just I’m not alone on Christmas.”

She deflated at what she clearly thought was a brush-off. “Oh.”

“My butler, Alfred, is always nagging me to leave this place and spend the holiday with him.”

“I see. That makes sense -“

“But..." He paused. Was he really going to do this?

His hand tightened on the tin of cookies. Such a small gesture to mean the world to him, a lonely kid who hadn't see the soul of this city in a very, very long time. Not until tonight, when she smiled at him and offered him some sugar-snaps.

Yes. Yes, he was doing this.

"But if you'd like to join us, we'd love to have you.”

Her face flushed. “I don’t want to be a nuisance - “

“You wouldn’t be. Actually, I…” He almost chuckled. What would the old man say when Bruce answered his I hope you find someone who makes life worth living remark by doing just that? He wasn’t sure this woman was that person for him. He’d only just met her, after all.

But he had a good feeling. After all, it was at the top of Alfred’s list for Santa, and this time of year was the season of miracles. “I think Alfred has been wishing for something just like this.”

#battinson!bruce wayne x female!reader #bruce wayne/reader #bruce wayne x reader #battinson x oc #battinson imagine

[moondal514]

Some fic reading numbers to wrap up 2022

In 2022 I bookmarked on ao3 1610 new fics (though only about 500 of those are in my public bookmarks). The fandom I read the most for was AFTG, accounting for a whopping 1271 of those new bookmarks

Here’s a multi-fandom list of 10 of my favorites of all the fics I read in 2022. I limited myself to only choosing from fics that aren’t a part of series or WIPs cuz otherwise I prob wouldn’t be able to limit it to only 10.

In no particular order:

Fandom: Alice in Wonderland

The Red Country by jibrailis

Before Alice ever fell down the rabbit-hole, there were two girls who found Wonderland first and who became, respectively, the White Queen and the Queen of Hearts. [Alice in Wonderland prequel].

One of the best wlw stories I’ve ever read

Fandom: The Book Thief/The Hunger Games

Pistol for a Mouth (the Perpetual Survivor Remix) by antistar_e/ @kaikamahine

”Well? How do I look?” He stood in front of her and fisted his hands atop his hips, and Liesel immediately covered her mouth.

Coal dust smeared him black head-to-toe, except for a bare patch that shaped the number “12” on his chest. She drew closer, whispering, “Rudy, it’s even in your ears!” [Hunger Games AU.]

Lovely but incredibly sad reintroduction to 2 books I hadn’t thought about since middle school

Fandom: Star Wars

those immortal dead by notbecauseofvictories/ @notbecauseofvictories

I care more for that long age which I shall never see than for the little of Time that I hold

Padmé Amidala is forgotten, not gone.

Lovely revisit of my favorite Star Wars character

Fandom: Coco

Work of All Saints by antistar_e

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Her mother sends her a letter, after. We cannot help you, Imelda, it says. You are the consequence of your actions.

"This is not my fault!" Imelda shouts.

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Imelda Rivera (b. 1899 - d. 1969), a story that includes but is not limited to: the finest music school this side of the Santo Domingo, three traveling musicians and the mess they made of love, the twice-cursed assassination of Venustiano Carranza, all the patron saints, and ninety-six ways a man can try to cross a bridge.

Best piece of historical fiction I read this year

Fandom: All For the Game

We Can Live Forever by mostly_maudlin/ @mostlymaudlin

PALMETTO HIGH SCHOOL ATHLETIC FUNDRAISER

WINTER SERENADES - $5 EACH

On sale Dec. 15-17 during lunch blocks. Support our teams, and let them show your friends how much you care through choreographed song and dance!

Participation in the fundraiser is mandatory for all student-athletes. Maybe none of this would have happened if they weren't pushed out of their comfort zones. (But honestly, maybe it was always going to end this way.)

A story about the joys of competition, the people in your corner, and, of course, the misfortune of being a teenager in love with your best friend.

Fic that cheered me up immensely during my lowest days of this year

Spark like empty lighters by butallmystars/ @butallmystars

Honestly, Andrew is just glad his number isn’t blocked. He thumbs at the lighter in his back pocket. Weighs the risk of numb fingers if he smokes with his free hand. And stops thinking entirely when the call connects.

There’s rustling—silence, and then: “Didn’t I get rid of you?”

3rd ever fic to make me physically cry

hold my hand, hold it tight by jingerhead/ @jingerhead

Neil sat alone in the kitchen and wasn’t sure if he could stomach the tea anymore. He’d had over six months to learn that Andrew was very much off-limits, but knowing that didn’t stop the clusterfuck happening in his brain. Because although Neil had never had a crush before he wasn’t stupid, alright? He knows that being jealous of someone else’s relationship has to at least mean something.

So, yeah. Neil has a crush on his roommate, Andrew Minyard, who just so happens to be dating his other roommate, Kevin Day. The whole thing sounds like the setup to a bad romcom.

1st ever fic gifted to me, won at my 1st ever fic giveaway

glass in the trees (objects in the rearview) by Major_816

Sometimes, Andrew thinks in ichor, and sometimes Andrew thinks in a mausoleum of god worship and tragedy.

2nd ever fic to make me physically cry

it takes two (but you and I are one) by kairospy/ @kairospy

Sometimes, not often — not enough for it to be concerning — he felt too much like him.

Andrew noticed the very moment Nathaniel walked into the locker room.

:*:*:

Nathaniel Wesninski had been dormant for too long.

Absolutely fascinating take on Nathaniel vs. Neil and just mind-boggling amazing prose

Hush, Don’t Say a Word by waterwings/ @amywaterwings

Excerpt from local newspaper, January 10, 2016

A Killer Is on the Loose at Palmetto State. Are You Safe?

For a detailed re-telling of the gruesome events that gripped the Palmetto State campus over the past eight months, please see the pages below. But I beg you, dear reader, tread lightly. You don’t know what’s waiting for you, out there in the dark.

~Katelyn Golightly, Student Journalist

Probably one of my favorite pieces of writing ever period

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Thank you so much to all you fic writers out there. You guys make life that much more bearable

Here’s to 2023 being a year of lots of more lovely fic reading 😊

#fanfiction wrapped #fic rec #aftg #star wars #thg #the book thief #alice in wonderland #coco #fic rec list

[teresalace]

Requested! Derek Goddard x ISTJ personality G.N reader,☺ a S/O Scenario! Bless yall!

▪︎Words: 989!     ☺💖Hope you all enjoy!! (For @blanket-anime-infoss, I hope you enjoy!! I didn't know what to write but here ya go!!)

▪︎Warnings: Fluff, suggestive love making, Derek is a decent husband, READER IS A ISTJ personality type! 

Song I listened to whilte writing: Sour grapes - Le ssefrim

▪︎fandom: The price of flesh-  

White clouds slowly drift off into the blue, you briefly watched the bright sky behind a tall veil of glass before going back to your daily routine. After all, marriage life isn't something you would ever slack off at. 

Just because you were waiting for your husband to return didn't mean you had nothing else to do all day, the maids may keep the penthouse spotless but you're the one strictly maintaining its clean state. Someone has to, after the fun and games.

Drops of water glitter on the pale petals of freshly bought flowers you were tending to, still rearranging them to perfection in a bud vase you recently ordered. You finally stopped touching the flowers, satisfied with their appearance once it became a sunny afternoon. 

He should be here soon. . .

At that thought, the clock hanging overhead ticked loudly in sync with your heartbeat, growing to a rapid stream of pitter-patters when hearing the too familiar sharp click of the front door. He didn't take too long, as always, his footsteps thundered the entire way into the room. 

You knew he did this to spend more time with you, though accomplishing this feat every single day since the wedding never failed to warm your insides up. Like how his aquamarine eyes zoomed into yours as if trying to get lost from the madness he suffered through. "Welcome home," you easily put away the spray bottle and went over to your fuming husband's side, who was kicking off his shoes.

Tsk. His styled slick back blonde hair from this morning was reduced to a tousled mess, you reached out and slipped a few brown rooted gold strands behind his ear, he must've been more stressed than usual. Poor thing. 

You mentally noted to inform his hairstylist later to dye his hair roots, Derek would be even more stressed if he noticed his brown hair was starting to show again.

Then your husband starts to open his mouth, popping his buttons open as the complaints were unleashed. "Fuck that meeting, I should've told those old bags to fuck off and-"

"—You came back earlier today, Derek." 

You softly cut his words off from exploding further and step forward to help remove his overjacket efficiently. He can complain more after changing out of his work clothes. He tapped his socked feet against the polished floor while standing still for you to fully take his shirt and jacket off his firm muscles, it took many tugs to free the fabric from doing your job, clinging onto your husband. 

Thankfully his patience had improved ever since you and him began dating, you silently cheer in your head. 

Derek grinned mischievously and before you could turn around to leave in handful with his clothes, you gasped when lifted up into the air as he swooped you into his arms in a princess-carry. Obnoxiously grinning down at you as though he won a competition you clearly did not compete in, "yeah, I'm home."  

During the whole way he carried you to the bedroom, you closed your eyes, staying quiet while resting your head against his strong chest, living in the moment. "I got you a little surprise for our anniversary. So don't be too shocked and pass out on me, Mc."

A slight smile breaks across your face, you couldn't help it hearing the cheerfulness in his voice, "we'll see if I faint or not." He playfully bounced you a second into the air before catching you in his hold, chuckling at your half-blush state instinct to grap onto his clothes and shirt.

It didn't take long for the master bedroom door to come into view with Derek's eager strides matching the excited pulse inside of your chest. You stared up at those sea-green diamonds, his sharp eyes reflecting the very sparkling ocean of a private island where your honeymoon with him took place.

Suddenly the ocean seemed to close in as he fell onto the bed with you still wrapped in his arms, the neatly made duvet bedsheet blossoming outwards underneath and everything you see is him. 

The faint sophisticated cologne melding in the warmth of his body enveloping you all over was one of the highlights of your day. The fast-beating heart that never failed to remind you of his love. 

"Babe, what do you think about vacationing at a desert? I know a great spot to go hunting at-" You listened intently as he enthusiastically explained, giving some space for air inbetween his body and your squished self.

He continued as his long fingers wandered the fruitful land that is your body, while groping through the silk covering your flushing skin and teasing reactions and sounds out of you that he deemed cute.

"As long as it's legal, Derek." You said with a knowing smile. At that he howled with laughter, a delighted glint in his aquamarine eyes. With one hand, his tan fingers interlaced with yours, soft, strong and warm pressing against every crevices of flesh. 

"You don't need to worry your little head about it," he lowers his mouth downward the side of your face, nipping at your jaw before savagely biting into your neck though not breaking the skin. "Play dumb for me will you? This time for our anniversary, begging me to stop won't be enough. . ."

You squeezed back his hand reassuringly, breath shaking from both his weight on top of you and his very presence igniting the nerves inside you. "I'm always ready for you, Derek." Blocking the light fixture above, your husband smirked a whiteteeth smirk at you before pouncing down for a long night of love-making.

You stood as an unknowing pillar he leaned on after each and every sunset. He acted as the only furnace in which you willing melted into. What a pair you and him are, never tiring of each other, an everlasting flame withstanding all forces of nature. A perfect match made in which sparks could never die. 

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Author's note: 😩 I'm incredibly so sorry this took me way longer than 4 weeks but I finished half of it at around late july, but then alot of things happened--- from worrying about my sister who just recently moved to australia to settle there, to helping a relative move into a monastery then said relative left things at my house and had the audacity to ask for keys to a house that doesn't belong to her!! And then dealing with a small thief situation when my guardian had a quick heads up about another relative's person inviting themselves over to our place... and then not asking us for permission to go into another room... WHAT KIND OF PERSON ALSO DOESN'T APOLOGIZE IF THEIR CHILD BROKE A GLASS In a house that doesn't belong to them, 😤 and then yea, a sanitary item of mine got stolen but it's fine-- Idc about that but I'm just shocked at the audacity (and apparently that certain person has done this before at other relatives' houses, so now I'm going to be extra careful, you too guys), then I helped my guardian to summer clean and rearrange the entire household's furnitures, and alot more personal stuff happened (But all good!!!:-D)-- and thank buddha alot of good stuff happened too!!!💝☺ Like lots of food from another relative and many snacks from neighbours!! 😎👍Stay healthy guys and never forget to drink water!! 

😭😭😭😭😭 PLEASE be paitent with me for the next chapter of Dumb Bitch syndrome on wattpad, #juggling studying and studying another language and writing all together ♡♡♡ much love guys!!!

#Teresa lace #teresalace #the price of flesh #writing #tpof #derek goffard #fluff #oneshot #derek tpof #writerscommunity #request

[journeys-debut]

Wha—what is a lightstick? PC? What is—why would we collect plastic? Birthday? In a cafe??? Free..bie?

THERE IS A KPOP CONVENTION AT THE ANIME EXPO PLACE?

HEELLLLLP

*record scratch*

*Freeze frame*

Yep, that’s me. (Not really.) Freaking out over boys a million miles away. I bet you’re wondering how I got here.

Hi I’m Journey, nice to meet you!

So here’s the thing: I’m brand new to K-Pop fandom.

I’m not new to fandom (anime, books, etc.) and I’m not new to K-Pop (in that I’ve always been aware of it; listen to some of the music; I have friends w/in the fandom, etc.) But I have never been in the K-Pop fandom—that all changed w/ Cha Woongki. 

One day, I'm scrolling through Tiktok and see this:

and I’m like it’s giving

queer~,

it’s giving

Reality TV~.

Already my two favorite things. So, I search up the source material, and boom: Boys Planet pops up. 

I jumped right in, wondering if I’d even be into it (Because I have a short attention span when it comes to tv sometimes)—

I got hooked.

Cute, talented guys around my age?

Also some very much giving girlypop?

ALSO competing?

(The survival aspect killed me sometimes as an empath. Stop emotionally destroying those boys please.)

I can’t remember when I started watching the show...maybe half way through the season airing? But I immediately jumped into live voting.

I was super excited, and even thought, "if some of my Top Picks make it into this little group...

...will I be stanning a K-Pop group?"

Then it happened. I went from juggling a few Top Picks, to finding the one.

My BIAS* (which I did not know at the time, because what is K-POP?):

Seok Matthew.

I was like... "him. I’m rooting for that one. I love his talent, he's super freaking cute, and I’m sad when he gets sad on the show."

...and right on time. Because, now, instead of having the option to vote for three Top Picks on the app...we could only vote for one. 

And I was finding that a lot of fans on social media weren’t struggling to select one. It seemed like every fan had one person they really were devoted to /excited about / cheering on. And I was like... "Well, that’s how I feel about Seok Matthew."

I mean, this happens all the time with Reality TV shows, right? We have a fave and we root for them with fellow fans. And maybe even vote.

But the energy of this—felt different.

Only 9 out of 18 guys were going to make it into that debut group**. It all was riding on the votes.

We, as fans, literally had their dreams in our hands.

There were Twitter polls where fans were exchanging and buying votes. Or working with fans of already debuted groups.

There will billboard ads across bus stations and on the sides of buildings advertising top picks. 

There was even this crazy moment where the fans decided who got the best part in the finale performance...all through YouTube streams?! As in, all the competing boys performed the part, and the video with the most views + likes would be awarded the part.

(It was CRAZY. Seok Matthew has just gone through a sad moment on the show and had been dealing with a lot of negative rumors. So, Seokryudans*** were PISSED. All that stress/defensiveness blew up, and w/in a day, the fandom got his views super high.

But get this? One of the most popular boys on the show [rightfully so, we love him] has a HUGE fandom, so they started competing with us Seokryudans.

Like, it was meant to be an 8 person battle, but the competition was ONLY between Zhang Hao and Matthew.

We were in the trenches. Streaming in the millions. SCREAM TYPING on social media.

Hao won.

(I’m almost over it.)

Anyway, so that crazy streaming war? Think of that vibe, but times it by 100000000—because this time we weren’t voting on a part.

We were voting on who debuted.**

We were voting on who got to follow their dreams versus who would literally have go back to their daily lives and struggles / head home / leave the country. 

It was intense.

...

Matthew debuted in the group!

 And two other Top Picks of mine: Gunwook and Hanbin debuted, too.

(*Moment of silence for some of my other faves that didn't survive this time around...

...including the icon, the legend, the one that started it all for me:

)

So, many talented boys didn't make it. But Gunwook, Hanbin, and the LOML Seok Matthew did!

And, throughout the transition from Boys Planet to the new group preparing to debut (through a lot of Tiktoks, birthday lives, and magazine covers, I’ve gotten to really fall for the charms of all the boys in the group—and now I really do love ZEROABASEONE.

And that’s when it hit me:

 I…

...really love a K-Pop group?

As in the background on my phone? As in my previous hyper fixation (*cough* My Hero Academia *cough*) almost replaced??

WHAT???

At least with previous hyper fixations, I had something to jump off of. MHA? Great, I know anime and cosplay.

Thai Drama? Yeah, you know, I’ve watched foreign TV shows before. I can read captions, I get it.

UlTING**** a K-Pop group? Wha—what is a lightstick? PC? What is—why would we collect plastic? Birthday? In a cafe??? Free..bie?

THERE IS A KPOP CONVENTION AT THE ANIME EXPO PLACE?

HEELLLLLP

*record scratch*

*freeze frame*

(Yep, that’s me. Newly formed K-Pop girlie, with only one K-Pop group...that’s she's obsessed with.

ZEROBASEONE is debuting as a new group, and I’m debuting as a new K-Pop fan.

This is Journey’s Debut.

...Let’s see how this goes. <3 0_1

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BONUS: I will be keeping K-Pop Logs for new vocabulary I learn / pickup / discover within the fandom, and end up using on the blog.

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K-POP B/LOG:

*BIAS - A favorite member within a group.

**DEBUT - Though “debut” is a word used for music genres other than K-pop, it's often used in K-pop to refer to a trainee who has transitioned to an idol by releasing their first official single (either as a soloist or in a group) or performing in public for the first time.

***Seokryudans - Name of Seok Matthew fandom; a play on the Korean word for pomegranate (seongnyu) and Seok.

****ULT - A bias refers to your favorite member, but it can change through time. Meanwhile, an ULT, short for "Ultimate," is that group or member who's your top favorite no matter how many idols and groups you like in the future.

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More ways to follow the Journey!

#JOURNEY'SDEBUT #JD #ZEROBASEONE #ZB1 #sung hanbin #zhang hao #kim jiwoong #kim taerae #park gunwook #han yujin #kim gyuvin #seok matthew #ricky #제로베이스원 #YOUTHINTHESHADE #InBloom #0_1

[demonytekav]

Fluff. For kiss day. Video game shenanigans.

Elden Ring gives Izuku absolute HELL. The game is punishing but rewarding and unfortunately Izuku has been stuck on the same boss for HOURS. He just cannot figure out what he’s doing wrong.

Even after taking a break and showering to release some of the tension and built up frustration he still can’t beat the grotesque monster. Backing away from the keyboard he pulls out his phone.

Across town a phone rings.

——————

Katsuki is almost done with his homework for his chemistry class when his phone goes off. He knows it’s his boyfriend by the stupid ass ring tone the nerd had picked out. Fondly he rolls his eyes.

“What?” He deadpans.

He leans back in his chair as he listens to Izuku ramble and whine about how difficult this new game is. The one he’d practically lost his boyfriends time to. Katsuki doesn’t really understand the appeal. I mean sure it can be satisfying to beat a super hard game. But outside of the random (sometimes intentional) PVP encounters you can have there isn’t much competition. Which is what the blonde looks for in his video games. Something about these “Dark Souls” type games is just too easy for him. Most games are honestly. But at least playing something that’s more player vs player team based gets his blood pumping. At least with those it’s not predictable AI.

When Izuku lets out another annoying (adorable) whine Katsuki tells him it sounds like he’s dug into an attack routine and gives him a suggestion of trying a different weapon and attack combination since it sounds like the one he’s trying just isn’t good for the timing especially the way Izuku has his character specs. Plus it seems like Izuku has forgotten to parry attacks which is generally the most over powered way and easiest way to take a boss down.

The line goes silent before “I doubt it’s that easy Kacchan” is whispered. Katsuki smirks and is about to tease him with Izuku hangs up. The little asshole.

He sighs knowing he’s just lost his boyfriend again for who knows how long before typing messages to Izuku. A “Fuck you” then “Kick his ass nerd”.

The next morning Katsuki yawns and grumbles about class being at the ass crack of dawn. Kirishima laughs at him like the cheerful morning dick he is.

Suddenly Katsuki is yanked back by the strap of his bag. Immediately he’s about to yell at whoever the fuck is trying to manhandle him but familiar hands grip both sides of his face.

He makes a noise he will forever deny when Izukus lips slam into his. His thoughts are derailed again and again as those same lips press repeatedly over and over across his mouth and face. Words barely register to him as he’s still trying to catch up to what’s happening.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you!” And “Kacchan is amazing” “So good to me” “I love you” “I won thanks to you!” is said very quickly over and over with each kiss before suddenly the nerd is pulling away and rushing off with a “Good luck in class love you bye!!” And it if wasn’t for Kirishima catching him Katsuki would have fallen backwards as he stumbles to orient himself.

“What was that all about?” Kirishima chuckles and bumps him with his shoulder.

Katsuki shakes out of his shock and snarls “I’m going to kill him!”. He begins to chase Izuku but he’s stopped by the red head wrapping his arms around him. “Let me go!” He snaps.

Kirishima holds on tighter. “Bro what the heck? Why are you so mad? Calm down!”

“Calm down?! Fuck you! And fuck that little shit head!” Katsuki strains like a pissed off cat being held over a bath. “That’s the first time that little fuck has kissed me first! This is bullshit let me go-“

Kirishima notices the look of complete and utter excitement and happiness on the blondes face as he squirms to be let go. So he does just that. As soon as the blonde is released he takes off.

“GET BACK HERE NERDASS!”

Kirishima grins and laughs as Katsuki comes into class late with his head held high looking disheveled to all hell. He must have caught up to Izuku.

AN: I actually think Katsuki would play FromSoft games 🤣 I just needed him to not for this particular fic. But yeah! Thanks for reading!!

#bakudeku #bkdk #kav fics #something quick and fun I had waiting to be written #I didn’t realize it was kiss day but this was perfect for it

[shomagravity]

30 June 2022 || Uno Shoma Event Translation (with Tanaka Keiji)

Honda: Back in my day medals were too small. I'm kinda jealous. 

Shoma: Yeah, the strap was the same but the medals were so small, I would lose them. But lately the small medals are just as big as the normal medals. I haven't been receiving many small medals lately so when I won them I thought 'oh they changed so much', I felt deeply emotional. Deeply emotional? I just said it casually. Sorry. 

"It was a great season which will be positive for me. I'm happy about winning World Championship and the medal at Olympics, but I was most happy to be able to fight again at the top of the world." "The rules are changing in a big way and as it's a new program, many things will change but my feelings regarding the positions in a competition or how I feel towards skating hasn't changed." "I want to make it a year where I focus on "growth"." "Last season was a really good season with results. Even so, I want to forget that and do my best with a feeling of starting over." "As an active skater, I want to be an athlete like Nathan Chen. " "Figure skating really is victory or defeat. You can avoid mistakes but once you make one, you can't take it back." “He has the stability of winning most championships in those 4 years, and was always one step ahead of everyone." "Seeing Chen who couldn't perform well 4 years ago (at Pyeongchang Olympics), do such an amazing performance at the (Beijing) Olympics...  I think the active skater image I want to reach is Chen. "After I retire... Well it might be because he's the closest one to me, but artistic like Stephane Lambiel coach... To continue being an active skater jumps are necessary, but if I retire, rather than jumps, my goal is to be artistic in the way Stephane is."

He talks a bit about how fans supports matter. He talks about how because of Corona they each realized they were taking it a bit for granted, and fans still can't cheer etc yet.

People might think that one fan's clapping wouldn't reach them but he says each person's support reaches them even during competition, so he says if it's okay with the fans, if they cheer for them it'll power up the athletes. Keiji gets called on stage and Honda is like "What's up Keiji" to which he replies "Heard Shoma was around so I came over to play."

Q. Once you said "if you realize something is missing, it's not really missing." Keiji: (Bursts into a laugh) Q. Have you forgotten anything big lately? Shoma: (Stares) Honda: Something you forgot? Shoma: Yeah, you know how I'm bad with forgetting things. Honda: You forgot your costume.   Shoma: When was it?  Honda: During Prince.  Shoma: ...  Shoma: OH yeah, the red one.  Honda: The costume for the opening.  Shoma: Yeah I forgot the opening costume and borrowed it. Keiji: I don't think that's rare. Shoma: I'm not even worried about it anymore. Even if I forget things. As long as I'm not causing anyone trouble, it's fine, I think. Shoma: Recently... I forgot the ticket in the Shinkansen. I barely made it in time. Shoma: Keijikun do you not forget things much? Keiji: No I usually make sure I check things. Audience: LOL Shoma: I DO THAT TOO. Keiji: Normally before you leave home, you'd check if you have your outfit, boots. Shoma: I do... Keiji: Shoma probably thinks he already put them in and neverminds it. Shoma: You know how you have to hold it... When I'm putting on my shoes, since you need a free hand, you'd put it down, right? .... After that, it's already no good. I'll just leave like that. Shoma: Even if I make sure I don't forget, like put things right at the door, I'll hold it thinking I must have it with me, then realize I have to do something else and then I leave it behind. Shoma: I think it's quite a lot less now though. Keiji: That's probably not because of Shoma checking things but your manager making sure you don't forget anything. Rather than Shoma, it's thanks to your Manager. Shoma: So if I forget something it's not my fault, but my Manager’s. Honda: Well that's how Shoma is. We end up not being too worried about it either. Keiji: "It's just how it always is." Shoma: Like, "Oh, again?" Keiji: And in the background, his manager is panicking. Honda: He won't change. Audience: LOL. Honda: This is Shoma-kun. tweets

#uno shoma #shoma uno #2022 translations #2022 june #tanaka keiji #honda takeshi #mizuno event #mizuno #figure skating translations #shomagravitytranslations #shoma forgetting things #he was laughing so much here #the source video is archived so it's not visible anymore

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Haruka Makaira

🌸 My OC First Female Character 🌸

🌸Haruka Makaira🌸

Notes : This all pictures from the others source not belongs to me

Age : 24 ( Start of the story ), 25 ( Currently )

Gender : Female

Birthday : 18 April

Height : 178 cm

Weight : 58 kg

Hobby : Reading, Writing, and Drawing

Affiliates : Kondaku

Family :

⚫ Souji Makaira (Grandfather)

⚫ Asuna Makaira (Grandmother)

⚫ Ayumu Makaira ( Father )

⚫ Hikari Makaira ( Mother )

⚫ Izumi Makaira ( Younger Sister )

⚫ Chizuru Shimizu ( Best friends )

⚫ Kaoru Sakurayashiki ( Love Interest )

Blood type : B+

Favorite food : Sweet food like chocolate & tiramisu, Sakuramochi and Cheese-flavored Ramen

Dislike food : Food that is too spicy

Favorite color : Pink, Red, White, Black, Blue and Purple

Name " S " : Blue Saphire

Skateboard

Appearance

She has long black hair and blue eyes with a jacket with sleeves or no sleeves at all. In the 2 pictures below, she has short hair at the age of 5 - 8 (kindergarten to grade 2 elementary school) and junior high school which finally her hair is long again in grade 3 elementary school and high school grade 1, even she wears blue earrings when work until adulthood

Personality

When you just met, she look cold but kind and smart

When you know her long or close to her, She is cheerful, emotional, sensitive, shy and stubborn

She has a great sense of caring and empathy for the people she cares about as she knows that Ainosuke has gone to America which greatly affected Kaoru and Kojiro and came to comfort them after parting with Ainosuke and also she really hates meaningless quarrels that made her the first person who always defuses the dispute between kaoru and kojiro if they start to disagree and if they start fighting again or continue to fight over trivial or small things, namely those who have different opinions or arguments, then she will be furious until they are deterred after being scolded by her. As a result, she experienced PTSD which not only affected her emotions but even her habit dietary affected her emotionally and mentally unstable which in the end had gradually recovered until her was 24 years old. She really likes children, especially children who have reached middle school age until she hugs the children with great warmth.

Abilities

For ability, you can say almost everything except mathematics, physics and chemistry.

⚫ Skateboard :

She could almost match cherry, joe and adam.

⚫ Cooking and sewing skills :

She is quite great because she is not just a descendant of her mother but was taught by her mother from childhood. Her ability to cook is able to make food taste good, while her sewing skills can make clothes or costumes so comfortable and beautiful.

⚫ Academy :

She could say it's good because it almost always gets a B or 80 - 92 in every subject. In art, history and language lessons, you can say that she get high marks even if they are included in non-academic grades.

⚫ Writing and Drawing skills :

She is very talented and even won many awards and trophies in writing and drawing competitions because of her extraordinary talent.

⚫In terms of physical strength :

She is very athletic because she was taught judo when she was in elementary school in grade 3 until now, she still maintains her martial arts abilities well and even rivals Kojiro's own physical strength.

Background

She had a happy childhood even though her father often worked abroad, even being friends with Ainosuke Shindo until one day she saw a group of big children who hurt a cat and came to save the cat so that the cat could run away which caused her to be almost beaten by group of these children.

However, she is saved by Kaoru and ends up befriending him and Kojiro,

At the 3rd grade of elementary school, he entered the judo club and had a chance to skateboard where she and kaoru with kojiro and had time to play together*.

Until one day when she was 10 years old, both of her parents died in an accident when her parents were about to spend time together which made her experience severe trauma which ended up being rushed to the hospital for trauma healing for 3 months but after the accident, she experienced dissociative amnesia for a long time.

1 month that finally recovered thanks to kaoru who was with her every time he visited the hospital. After being discharged from the hospital, she and her sister lived with their grandparents in their house.

After Kaoru and Kojiro graduated from high school, she had to separate from the two of them until she became a writer before finally deciding to become a novel illustrator after 5 releases of her book.

In order to be able to live independently while studying at Meiko University, Haruka took several part-time jobs such as working in a cafe, nanny, freelancer, librarian and social worker and in the end, graduated with Chizuru.

1 week after graduating from university, haruka was accepted at kondaku* company after seeing the results of her thesis story while chizuru was accepted at a technology programming company

*Name a play on kodansha

Relationship

Souji Makaira (Grandfather)

Souji is Haruka's paternal grandfather who really loves his family, especially his own son. Even though he was previously described as a strict and disciplined person, he was still a father who really loved his family. After the death of his son and daughter-in-law, he and his wife Asuna looked after and cared for their two granddaughters until they grew up and could take care of themselves.

Asuna Makaira (Grandmother)

Asuna is Haruka's paternal grandmother who loves her family very much, especially her own son. When Ayumu was young, she was a mother who loved her family very much and supported Ayumu's identity decisions as long as it was the best path for her son. After the death of her son and daughter-in-law, she and her husband Souji looked after and cared for their two granddaughters until they grew up and could take care of themselves.

Ayumu Makaira ( Father )

He is a kind and loving father who is also a hard worker. He is a famous fiction novelist and entrepreneur. His appearance was black hair and blue eyes like sapphire. In fact, she is happy that his daughter has a friend who makes her smile and laugh happily named Kaoru. However, he and his wife had to die in a car accident while going to the cinema together.

Hikari Makaira ( Mother )

She is a good mother and always cares about her children. She is a housewife with a side job as a tailor with the name of the sewing business "テーラーひかりさん (Hikari Tailor)". For her appearance, she has brown hair and purple eyes like sparkling amethyst stones. She teaches many things in the household and moral values ​​to her children who one day they will both become good and great wives in the future. In fact, she is also happy that her daughter has a friend who makes him smile and laugh happily named Kaoru. However, she and her husband had to die in a car accident while going to the cinema together.

Izumi Makaira ( Younger Sister )

She is haruka's younger sister who is a bit quiet when she meets other people, but when she gets to know her better, she loves and wants to protect her big sister.

Chizuru Shimizu ( Best Friend )

In middle school, she first met Chizuru during the first year where they were partners during gym time at that time where they were good friends and even until they graduated from high school and where Haruka and Chizuru entered Meiko University in different majors. Haruka majored in literature and graphic design while Chizuru majored in technology.

Kaoru Sakurayashiki ( Love Interest )

At the first time he met, he wanted to save her from a group of bad boys who ended up getting battered and when he woke up, he first saw Haruka as a cute and beautiful girl. Since that incident, he and Kojiro became friends with her to the point where they had to part ways when they graduated from high school.

Others

When kaoru first met haruka that she was like a pretty and cute little girl

Love cute things like dolls and cosplay fashion even cats

She is popular among men

Lives apart from her sister in her apartment from college to work

Routine at times not to " S "

05.00 - 06.00

Wake up, take a shower, write a story idea that he made // read a book and do light exercise

06.00 - 06.50

Breakfast, get ready to go, go to work

06.50 - 12.00

Works at Kondaku* Office

*Play on the name of the kodansha company

12.00 - 13.00

Lunch, sightseeing // looking for story ideas, back to the office

13.00 - 15.15

Working

15.15 - 16.00

Take a walk // Shopping* , to Kojiro's restaurant and have a chat together

* Buy groceries and other necessities such as laundry soap for a month

16.00 - 17.30

Visit the bookstore // library, buy // borrow some books and go home

17.30 - 19.00

Go home, clean the apartment, cook dinner and dinner

19.00 - 20.00

Take a bath, read a book // watch TV

20.00 - 21.00

Reading books // writing story ideas for the light novel, brushing teeth, sleeping

⏩ During overtime hours (overtime hours: 16.00 - 19.00),

She will eat at the restaurant where Joe works and come home to shower and sleep

When she first met Carla (Kaoru's AI), she was a little jealous because Kaoru was always with him.

Having a pet cat named Kuroki🐱

Kaoru's hat that had been given to her is still kept in her grandfather's summer house

After the incident, where both her parents died in an accident, she developed PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) which caused her to have dissociative amnesia for 1 month.

She has ophidiophobia

She has a slightly tomboyish sense of feminine dress but sometimes wears all black both dresses and jackets

She is good at taking care of children and knows how to deal with them

When asked on a date, she wants to go to a museum / flower garden / aquarium place / amusement park / cinema

From high school to university, she liked to cosplay and sell her posters and doujin comics at the annual summer and winter comiket

Don't like alcoholic drinks and spicy food

Has a wooden box containing Kaoru's items, both hers and gifts from him, such as Kaoru's yellow kimono obi and the cat doll gift from him

On Valentine's Day, she will make chocolates for her friends, namely Kaoru, Kojiro and Chizu with their respective tastes where Kaoru is given a matcha green tea flavored chocolate, Kojiro is given a slightly bitter taste, namely dark chocolate while Chizu is given chocolate filled with almonds.

On white day, she will get more gifts from the boys including her 3 friends namely Kaoru, Kojiro and Ainosuke which indicates that she is quite popular among the boys. Despite receiving many gifts from among the boys, the only gift he received and kept was a gift from Kaoru.

Due to experiencing PTSD which not only makes her often lose her memory but also her dietary habit was affected her emotions and mentality, Kaoru is the only person who can calm her down when her condition is unstable.

She likes wearing boots and loose clothes

The Makaira family has political and business ties to the Shindo family, however, her family has close friendships, namely Ayumu Makaira and Aiichiro Shindo.

👉 Her flower symbol is Haruka to those she loves :

⚫ Her Family : Chrysanthemum ( kiku ) and Hydrangea

⚫ Ainosuke ( Adam ) : Blue Rose and Yellow Tulip

⚫ Kaoru ( Cherry Blossom ) : Pink Rose and Camelia

⚫ Kojiro ( Joe ) : Dafodil and Yellow Rose

She doesn't like wearing tight clothes and high heels

#sk8 cherry #SK8 Infinity #sk8 x reader #sk8 infinity #sk8 infinity anime #cherry blossom #anime #sk8 infinity fanfiction #sk8 infinity oc #kaoru sakurayashiki #cherry blossom sk8 #sk8 imagine #sk8 kaoru #sk8 kaoru sakurayashiki #sk8 spin-off fanfiction cherry blossom

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atychiphobia

noun. abnormal and persistent fear of failure, to the degree that it has negative effects on the pattern of one's life.

i. it is your birthright to fail. as your parent’s only child, there is no one to pick up your slack. no one to distract when you stumble. elaine and nathaniel move from the city that never sleeps to a cozy small town. one that you’re not sure is ever awake. they want the picket fence and the family picture perfect on the mantle. your father wanted a boy, you’re pretty sure. your mother? she was thrilled to find out they were expecting a little girl. beautiful baby clothes bought before you were even born. she can’t wait to play dress-up with her new doll daughter. you were to follow in her footsteps. probably left on the doorstep of some orphanage if you weren’t the most popular toddler in your kindergarten class.

ii. luckily, kids aren’t very meticulous with their ranking. you had friends and that was enough. you get to see another day! you’re enrolled in every extracurricular program your mother could find as soon as you’re old enough. ballet was first. back when you still thought your mother doing these because she loved you. it was fun. gymnastics next. every time your leotard needs replacing, it does. every time you want new shoes, you get them. rose-tinted glasses, you think this is the life. they’ll go however far you need for competitions. for beauty pageants. they care, they support you. they push you because they love you. it pays off because you win.

iii. it’s a formative memory the first time you don’t. it wasn’t even a loss, really. it was second place. if you were being honest, you liked the girl that won. you guys got along amazingly behind when you were off stage. away from the artificial warmth of stage lights, there was the genuine kind between friends. it softens the blow. don’t worry, your parents will compensate for that! there’s no congratulations, no mention of being proud of her regardless. your mother reminds you there’s no such thing as a participation trophy. you want to scream. i didn’t just participate, i came second! you want to throw a fit and cry, lash out like the child you are. you don’t. you get into the car and the drive home feels twice as long. you wipe your tears with the sleeve of your sweater and ignore the disappointed glances your mother makes through the rearview mirror. you try to sniffle as quietly as possible. convince yourself that the way your dad turns up the radio is for your sake as well as theirs. you won’t let it happen again. no matter how many competitions you win after that, you’re never able to clean your slate of that night.

iv. high school is terrifying. it’s a universal truth that the night before your first day is anxiety-inducing. at least, you’re pretty sure it is. you rise before the sun on your first day. sitting in front of your vanity, you’re doing your makeup while your mother straightens your hair. today is important, bella. you’re not a child anymore. you know she’s not concerned with your education. it’s not important because it’s a new chapter of your life. it’s important because high school is perhaps the peak of teenage social ranking. you have your safety in val. there’s no need to claw your way to the top because you’ve been attached at the hip since you were children in ballet classes. that doesn’t make it less terrifying. it does make it less lonely.

v. you’re underestimated. it’s something you learn to weaponize while you’re there. nothing more than a pretty face, right? those who want to swoop in and play the hero to your damsel in distress. or the ones that never assume you could be calculated and vicious. she’s an airhead, not the mastermind behind anything. everything comes on a silver platter. luckily there’s no such thing as a fear of peaking in high school. you don’t take any risks once you’ve settled into your routine. you’ve got your friends and your place on the cheer squad; that’s all you need. you can’t fail if you never try. you’d never call that a ‘negative impact on your life’. it’s not like you were sheltered. you still went to parties, had friends, made memories. just from your comfort zone. from the perfect pedestal your parents had placed you on.

vi. applying for college was a truly terrifying time. there was no way to do so without stepping into uncharted territory. you claim you don’t care, but your hands tremble as you open acceptance letters. you’re only worried because you don’t want to spend all day listening to your mother harp on at the flower shop. because frat parties are way more fun than high school parties. the truth seeps in. because you don’t want your friends to move on without you. because getting rejected was getting rejected. it’s a foreign concept in your life. your parents don’t even want you to go to college, but you’re sure they’d scream at you for getting rejected. like some ugly spot on what was meant to be beautiful. you can’t fail if you never try.

vii. surprisingly, you get in. the amount of pride you feel is lame. not to mention quickly overshadowed by your mother’s dramatics of leaving her to slave over the flowers alone. hire someone else, elaine! bella is going to college. even if it’s just for some ‘stupid easy a course’. it was just the formal adult version of gossip, and you knew how to gossip. you knew how to take vile words and coat them in honey. much like when you’re talking to your professor. after the realization you might actually enjoy this subject, effort levels in class changed dramatically. turns out wanting to stick rose thorns into your eyes wasn’t a side effect of the working world, just your mother. you were trying, and like proving your family correct, you were failing. never called on by your professor, never taken seriously. he doesn’t even set his pen down when you ask him why. the scribble of ballpoint pen against paper is the soundtrack to a new rock bottom. “bella, i’m trying to not waste everyone’s time.” he won’t even look at you when he says it. suddenly, you feel like a child standing in front of your parents wanting to throw a fit about being second. i’m here! i got into this class like everyone else did! but you didn’t back then, and you don’t now. that wouldn’t have been pretty. what are you if not pretty?

viii. rebellion is a slow process. well, getting everyone else to acknowledge your rebellion is a slow process. it’s subtle at first. it’s putting bright red dye over the highlights in your hair and your mother shoving a bottle of head and shoulders shampoo into your hands after some frantic googling. it’s darker eye makeup and style. it’s exactly like a pretty girl’s attempt at a spiral, but you’re not. at least, you wouldn’t call it that. it’s the most in control of your life you’ve ever felt. like you’re only now taking the training wheels of your mother’s suffocating love off your bike. now, the fear of stumbling is even greater. you don’t want to have to go back home with skinned knees and hear your mother talk about how she knew you weren’t ready to go off by yourself. you no longer wait to be called on in class. when a question is asked, your peers politely raise their hands while you blurt out an answer. you are trying to be better. you will not fail.

ix. it takes a while to settle into your new self. no longer just the shiny trophy on the mantle. you wear clothes that you like, that are comfortable. you’re not about to start looking like a bum, but the pressure to be perfect was becoming such a tacky accessory. gone and buried alongside bella, still wrapped around her throat like a necklace. you don’t have to worry about that anymore. you’re holding the shovel. you’re breathing. for your parents, it’s a worst-case scenario. they are praying for your failure, and though it drives you, it also terrifies you. how do you go on if you fail? how do you cram newfound wings back into the small cage you used to live in? they try to convince you to quit while you’re ahead, but you refuse. you can be so stubborn when you want to be. a trait swallowed down your entire life coming out full force now that you’re not going to let your beauty speak for you.

x. dani logan is a missing person. you’re trying to interview people, but coolsville is stuck in their rut of not taking you seriously. someone put a stack of fliers on top of your special quotes clipboard! it was grade a bullshit until danny swept in to save you. there’s this new level of responsibility on your shoulders. honestly? you’re scared of buckling under the weight of it. not that you’d tell anyone. wasn’t this what you wanted? to be taken seriously? to get involved? there was no way that came without strings attached. a life could very well be resting in the hands of danny logan’s ragtag group of misfits. which is about as promising as it sounds. didn’t your parents ever warn you about trying?

#𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ⊹ ˚˖⋆｡ musing. › i was raised up to be admired ; to be noticed. #don't ask why this is first person #feels more poetic idk why #aka a stream of consciousness abt ara & her self worth issues #also the roman numerals made sense with the first concept but now i'm not changing it even tho it's soc #mysterytask

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Overcoming Fear: Field Demo Journey

Never have I experienced in my 19 years of existence having so much fun in school, like being productive, competitive, being watched by people while performing, being cheered up, and also being proud of. That is the life that I wanted, some of us do but unfortunately, that is not how destiny wants me to experience life. As an introverted person and having a fear of showing what I can do in front of a big crowd, It is hard fighting those fears especially when no one believes in you.

My life before going to college is as dry as dust. Boring, no social life, getting bullied because of how skinny I am, and add those teachers who get annoyed even if you are not doing anything. With those experiences, I started being afraid of experiencing things. I did not notice how isolated I became. I started wondering and asking myself, "Is this the life of a teenage girl?". Well, most teens my age are probably living the best of their lives but why can’t I live my life the way they live their life? Life is unfair.

Adamson University was my 3rd choice when I was in the middle of applying to schools, and the person who recommended it to me was none other than my sister who most definitely does not know anything about Adamson's background which is quite funny to me. My sister did not know much about the university but she mentioned it to me. Some of my friends do know about the environment of Adamson and based on their experience, Adamson has nice facilities and a healthy environment which I believed, so I enrolled in that very school the next morning.

During our second semester, my blockmates and I grew closer to each other. In the late afternoon of February 5, a professor entered our room, but I do not recall his name and can not remember what he looked like. He announced that we were all excused because we were chosen as representatives for the College of Education and Liberal Arts (CELA) for the Field Demo. We were shocked and confused about why we were chosen, but thankfully, our professors were considerate and excused us. When we had our meeting, we found out we were going to perform a dance, which was my weakness because I did not know how to dance. I do not have any talent in that kind of stuff, that is the reason why I never really participated in contests.

We faced numerous challenges, with a short period of time preparing. If they had just informed us earlier, we could have avoided cramming the process but because of the limited time– we felt pressured and stressed, but that did not matter, our block was competitive and pushed through despite the challenges. They came up with ideas for the dance concept, like Google - Electronic Dance Music (EDM), Netflix, and Social Media. They decided to divide us into 3 groups to make it easier to manage. And luckily I ended up in the Netflix group, which turned out to be fun and exciting. The dance instructors were gentle with us when the steps started to get a little difficult for us to follow.

Finally, the most awaited moment has come. February 12 was a very big day for us. 3 days of hard work, and 10 minutes to prove that we actually did it. As we entered the Quadrangle, I felt like I could not breathe with my heart ramming against my ribcage. It felt like I was standing at a crossroads when I saw the crowd. Many students were watching. A lot of thoughts came through my mind and started thinking if I should still do this after sowing seeds.

Minutes before the performance, my heart felt like a jackhammer– it was pounding in my chest. I had never expected this kind of feeling, I started to feel butterflies in my stomach because of all the people cheering, clapping, and shouting. I never thought this would be a piece of cake.

But guess what, our department won. With all the hard work we put in, I felt like I was on cloud 9. I overcame my own fear. The moment after we were done performing, it felt like we did not win by performing but we won by overcoming our fears. I was not alone who felt like they overcame our fear, all of us did.

Written by: Avegail Bendoy

Pubmat by: Justiniano Ceruma

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Terfs just gotta keep on terfing

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Terfs just gotta keep on terfing

It’s been like Terf Xmas this past week. Nonsensical terfisms buzzed around the internet like flies around a cowpat and even former children’s writer, JoKe Superterf got in on the action. Those terfs just gotta keep on terfing.

Shits and Giggles

Here in Australia, the Tickle vs Giggle court case kept headline writers busy trying to make cliches look fresh and original. For the life of me, I couldn’t work Shits and Giggles into a header. But I thought it fitted the way supporters of Giggle for Girls spend their days either giggling or throwing shit at Roxanne Tickle.

Bridie Nolan is the barrister representing Giggle for Girls and CEO Sall Grover in the Federal Court. She claimed this week that the respondents wished no indignity upon Roxanne Tickle or others who express gender identity.

Yet, a supporter and now friend of Sall Grover sells ‘Sweaty Balls’ candles featuring an unflattering caricature of Roxanne Tickle. Funds from the sales go towards Giggle for Girls and Grover’s legal costs.

On X, other supporters call Roxy ugly. They also deadname her. They call her a pervert, a misogynist and a stalker and cackle deliriously at tired old cross-dresser jokes we’ve all heard a million times.

No indignity? No indignity my fat arse!

Competitive Hot Dog Eating

Meanwhile, other terfs remain focused on excluding trans women from competitive sport.

Which sport this time?

As the subheading probably telegraphed, competitive hot dog eating. Terfing can get a little crazy. We all know that. But now a group called She Won has listed competitive hot dog eating among the pursuits where the achievements of female athletes “were displaced by males in women’s sporting events and other types of competitions expressly for women.”

The website lists three women beaten by Michelle Lesco during the 2021 Nathan’s Famous International Hot-Dog-Eating Contest. But there’s something problematic about that listing — other than the inherent discrimination.

Michelle Lesco is a cisgender woman. Michelle says the idea she is transgender originated with Sam Newman mocking her feminity a few years ago. But terfs are desperate to compile great long lists of trans women displacing cis women in sporting competitions. So who cares if a few cisgender women go under the bus along with the hated trans women?

All for the cause.

Terfing is as terfing does!

JoKe Rowling

Then there’s that former children’s writer. She must have been feeling ignored. Money can’t buy me love, sang the Beatles. Anyway, JoKe popped up to comment on the UK’s Cass Review into medical care provided to children with gender dysphoria. We’re not even going to bother with that. Scientifically unsound.

We’d rather listen to experts in the field.

People like the Head of the Trans Health Research group at The University of Melbourne, Associate Professor Ada Cheung.

Professor Cheung said, “The Cass report goes against the consensus of professional medical associations around the world.”

Or Transcend Australia CEO Jeremy Wiggins.

“Families deserve to be provided with all the available evidence about medical treatment, which the Cass Review has failed to do by excluding a significant amount of global research.”

But back to JoKe.

One of her followers suggested on X that a couple of high profile Harry Potter stars might apologise to her for their past support of trans women.

“Just waiting for Dan and Emma to give you a very public apology… safe in the knowledge that you will forgive them.”

But JoKe was in no mood for forgiveness. Forgiveness doesn’t make headlines.

“Not safe, I’m afraid. Celebs who cosied up to a movement intent on eroding women’s hard-won rights and who used their platforms to cheer on the transitioning of minors can save their apologies for traumatised detransitioners and vulnerable women reliant on single-sex spaces.”

Save their apologies? They haven’t apologised. JoKe, like other terfs, appears to live in an echo chamber. One day maybe, terfs will return to the real world where the rest of us understand we all have to live together. We won’t hold our breath (Is that a sport? What’s the governing body’s policy on inclusion?)

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Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Today's pair is Mattias & Olaf, in the Rowing AU, as basically a continuation of yesterday's ficlet.

Yesterday

The hotel lobby would have been quiet, except for the music piped in.  Coach Mattias recognized some of the songs, but a lot of them were new to him.  Everyone on the team assured him those songs were actually classics by now, and some of the younger team members went so far as to call them oldies. He laughed it off, but sometimes it gave him pause. 

Most of the rowers were across the parking lot at the Denny’s, but the coxswains were all gathered in the lobby so they could go over their regatta plans for the next day. 

“Rapunzel, your boat has the seven o’clock race,” he began, “so you should probably go over to Denny’s and make sure everyone gets to bed.”

“That place is a mad house,” Olaf interjected. “You know what kind of people go to Denny’s at an interstate exit?”

“I think I can handle them,” Rapunzel laughed, getting up to leave.

“Now, Olaf,” Mattias said, “your boat needs to be at the line at ten. Where are your rowers?”

Olaf got up. “Also at Denny’s. I’ll get them.” 

“That leaves your boat, Elsa. You’ve got til noon, so it’s up to you if you want to try to get everyone to bed.” 

***

Today

Mattias was happy with the results of the morning races.  Rapunzel’s lightweight boat had won the early morning race, and Olaf’s four had come in a close second in a very competitive field. Now it was time for Elsa’s boat, and he had a good feeling about their chances. 

Olaf walked over.

“Hey, coach, can I sit here?” he asked.

“Of course, Olaf.”

The race started, and Elsa’s boat pulled ahead almost immediately, and quickly pulled even farther ahead.  Mattias watched quietly, never wanting to get too excited before the finish, but Olaf was loud and enthusiastic with his cheering.

Mattias began walking along, hoping for a better view of the finish line, when suddenly one of the oars shot out in a direction it wasn’t supposed to, and the boat came to a dead stop.

“What happened?” Olaf asked, now quiet.

“Looks like someone got ejected,” Mattias said. “I wouldn’t have expected that in this boat.”

He saw the officials taking their boats over and starting to look around. Elsa had the remaining seven rowers bring the boat in to the dock.

“Come on, Olaf, they’re going to need some help. Looks like Eric’s in the water.”

***

Tomorrow

Mattias set down his phone, finally able to relax now that one of Eric’s emergency contacts had finally answered the phone.  Some uncle or family friend of some sort, it wasn’t quite clear. But at least there would be someone when he was ready to be discharged.

Olaf came back to the waiting room from the cafeteria with a bottle of some novel combination of fruit juices, and sat down opposite Mattias.

“So, what’s the plan now?” Olaf asked.

“I think Eric’s uncle is going to come up here to take him home when he’s discharged. I’m going to drive home as soon as he gets here. Do you have a ride?” 

“No, the people I came up with already left. I think I can ask Kristoff if I can come along.” 

“I can drive you, Olaf, don’t worry about it,” Mattias said.

“Really? Thank you!” 

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