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I’m going to answer asks in the morning or later, but I have a question for you guys: would any of you be my beta reader? I’ve just started to write fanfiction, and I’m not finished, but I’d send it to you over tumblr and all you’d have to do is read over it, fix any spelling/grammar mistakes and suggest any editing ideas (i.e any parts that may need expanding etc) , and not tell anyone the plot/ending ;). Message me if you’re interested! 

🔑✨ Hoe/Self Care Tips & Tricks ✨🔑

|| all of these tips, are my tried and trues’ , although they may not work the same for you so tweak some details to your liking ||

✨ these are more pampering tips , that you’re welcome to do everyday because queens do what they want ✨

✅ i wrote this at 3Am so please bare with me through all the terrible grammar and spelling mistakes ✅

•DRINK PLENTY OF WATER•

😊 F A C E 😊

1.) Cleanse your skin with your favorite cleanser, use a electric face brush if available.

🐝 ( I use the H2O+ Dual Action Exfoliating Cleanser , & A Clarisonic. TJ Maxx has some cheaper alternatives!)

2.) Apply a toner.

🐝 ( Thayer’s Original Witch Hazel with Aloe Vera is sooo bomb)

\ apply face mask of choice and rinse when time is up. Tone Again.//

3.) •optional• Rub an Oxy Pad on any active breakouts.

4.) Spray Rose Water all over your face and neck.

🐝 ( TJ Maxx has the pearl essence Rose Water for around $6 us dollars )

5.) Apply Aloe Vera gel!

🐝( If you don’t have a aloe vera plant 🌱 around you , make sure when you buy Aloe Vera from the store that its clear, 100% av, and Alcohol Free.)

6.) Apply Facial Oils of your choosing + make sure you get your neck and chest!

🐝 ( I use tree tree oil and Palmers Skin Therapy Oil Face, HOLY GRAILS😩)

7.) finally apply your moisturizer,

🐝 ( usually during the day I’ll just spray more rose water , and at night I’ll apply the first aid beauty moisturizer VERY generously )

👅 B O D Y 👅:

// Scrubs : ORGANIC VIRGIN Coconut Oil + Organic Brown Sugar 🔑 ,

🐝( great all over body scrub, makes your legs super silky)

Lemon Juice + Honey + Turmeric + Organic Brown Sugar •optional• Almond Oil

🐝 ( WORKS LIKE A DREAM at lightening inner thighs and underarms over time , leave on for 20 minutes!)

Aloe Vera + Palmers Skin Therapy Oil Body + Organic Brown Sugar

🐝 ( I use this to get rid of in-grown hairs a couple days after shaving!) //

• adding a cup of apple cider vinegar to a shallow bath , enough to go right above your 🌺, balances your PH •

1.) Use a Scrub and exfoliate every inch of your body , avoiding your 🌺 you DO NOT wanna get sugar near her ladies.

2.) Rinse, and Use Aloe Vera to shave , EVERYWHERE . I haven’t had a bad reaction but please be careful 🤷🏽‍♀️

3.) Use A Body Brush with your FAVE body wash and scrub some more !

🐝 ( Dial Skin Therapy Replenishing body wash , Himalayan Pink Salt is 🔑🔑👅 )

4.) Get your hair wet with LUKEWARM water and condition your hair,

🐝 ( I don’t shampoo my hair, like ever , but if you do go ahead and add that to this step 😊 )

4.2) Rinse, Turn off the water and Apply A Hair Mask.

🐝 ( Any Shea Moisture masks are 💗😩)

5.) Now is time to take care of your 🌺
• you have already cleaned her up, just using water and your hands.
• now apply aloe , coconut oil or olive oil {if your gonna be having sex after this STEER clear of the oils they disintegrate condoms , be safe ladies } and proceed to shave SIDEWAYS not up or down {trust me} to help prevent ingrown hairs.

🐝 ( I love mens razors to shave , but BIC has some great 5 blade razors that work awesome too .)

6.) turn the water back on and rinse the mask out of your hair and rinse your 🌺 once more, making sure you got a clean, stubble free , shave.

7.) • if you need to , take a SEPARATE razor and shave your legs , arms , underarms ect. •

8.) After you get out the shower , apply olive or coconut oil and Aloe to your 🌺 & the rest of your body while you’re still damp use a THICK moisturizer to lock all that in {again not on your 🌺, scented things can throw u wayy off } + any body oils you have .

🐝( I LIVE for the Palmers skin therapy oil for your body 💗 and the OGX extra creamy coconut miracle lotion is perfect and smells like a tropical DREAM )

9.) Slather lotion and oil all over your feet and put some thick socks on, for BABY SOFT feet in a couple hours!

💇🏽 H A I R 💇🏽:

I don’t really have a list for hair care but I’ll give you a quick run down:

Apply coconut oil and aloe all throughout your hair and have someone braid it for you before you go to bed + afterwards put your bonnet on if u wear one.

You’ll wake up with silky soft hair & if you have curls {like yours truly } the braids will tame them some, but if you want them back like I always do, just spray them with some plain water.

good as new ❤️

… ill add more when i think of more 💗💗

How To Write an E-mail To Your Teacher

One of the things that can totally stress out an overthinker like me is formal e-mails. Somehow I always end up anxious about all kinds of useless things. Did I make everything clear? Wasn’t I rude? Over the years, I’ve learnt to become more comfortable with writing formal e-mails, but I thought I’d share some of my advice to make things a little easier for you as well :)

1.       Spell check spell check spell check spell check

2.       Also, grammar check

3.       Better too formal than too informal

4.       You want to clearly mention:

  • Who you are
    • Mention your full name and maybe your student number or administration number
  • What class you’re in
    • They may be teach various courses! Make it easy for them to know who they’re communicating with.
  • Why it is that you’re writing

5.       To continue on that, ask yourself why you’re writing, and most importantly what you wish to achieve by this. Make this the main point of your email: what do you expect of this teacher?

6.       Don’t make it unnecessarily long

7.       It’s okay to expect a certain degree of understanding in difficult situations

Don’t just assume your teachers will automatically backfire if you want to explain a personal situation to them. If they won’t listen at all, they are just being rude tbh. They should at least listen to what you have to say. What I’m aiming at here are e.g. situations where you have been dealing with panic attacks, maybe someone died, you’ve just been having a really hard time and your school work may have suffered under this. In these cases (or actually all cases) your (mental) health is more important than anything. Expect them to at least consider that. 

8.       Don’t worry too much; at the end of the day they’re just people

9.       For longer emails you may want to repeat any requests at the end

10.       Be friendly :)

Some more random questions you may end up asking yourself:

What if my prof mails back informally?

Personally, I prefer to maintain a formal writing style even in the mails take the form of “K, thnx.”. However if you feel like you and this teacher are well acquainted or if you don’t feel comfortable going all formal after an informal reply, that’s okay. Do what feels right for you, just keep in mind that you’re not two pals chatting – unless you are quite close ofc :)

What do I do when I forget the attachment?

Google mail has an amazing function these days that sees when you mention an attachment and stops you when you want to send the mail without it. If you don’t have this kind of function most mailboxes should come with an option to retrieve sent e-mails within a certain amount of time. If the ‘damage has been done’ (this happens to me aaaaall the time btw) you can always write a clear and short email in which you explain what happened and of course don’t forget to attach the attachment.

How do I start and end an email?

It kinda depends on your situation, again, and the level of formality. I personally tend to go with this:

Dear mr./mrs. [surname],

Blablabla

Kind regards,

[full name] [optionally followed by student number]

[sometimes I add my study + the year I’m in]

 Note that I don’t use any official titles when I email e.g. professors. This is not because I don’t show respect or anything - it is just that this is the kind of addressing that I feel is most natural, neutral and generally acceptable in my context :)

I struggle with saying what I want to say. How do I write a good email?

If you just don’t know how to say whatever you want to say, just take a piece of paper and a pen and jot down what it is that you’re mailing for. Sometimes it happens that it is hard to request something, or to clearly explain a situation, or to write and email and not come over in a certain way. Try to make a short list of what you need to say.

Once you’ve got that, you want to keep the points I mentioned earlier in mind. Who are you, why are you mailing, and what do you wish to obtain? That should get you somewhere. In any case, just try to be clear and brisk.


Allright that’s all I have I hope this helps ;) 

Inha Phonology

Inha is the language of the witches in NBC’s Emerald City. It’ll take forever to explain what I did with the grammar, but at least I can do the phonology pretty quickly.

For phonemes, it’s got this going on:

  • STOPS: p/b, t/d, k/g
  • FRICATIVES: f/v, s/z, ʃ/ʒ, h
  • APPROXIMANTS: r, l
  • NASALS: m, n

Here are the vowels:

  • HIGH: i/iː u/uː
  • MID: e o
  • LOW: a/aː

Long vowels are doubled; the r is a true trill; and then ʃ and ʒ are spelled sh and zh, respectively.

The thing with this language, though, is the vowels kind of go nuts. Take a word like “wizard”, ahniateo. If you’re using the Fire variant of Inha, the plural, “wizards”, is ahniateoiu. If you want to say “to the wizards”, it’s ahniateoiou. If you’re in the Water variant and you want to say “with the wizards”, it’s ahniateoaiua. That’s six vowels in a row there. I could’ve not done that, but then I was all like

Originally posted by actuallyagentwashington

This was a non-naturalistic language that was going to be used for chanting and singing, so I leaned into that. Lot of long vowels; lot of diphthongs; lot of triphthongs. It’s meant to be lingered over and spoken like you’re a high class character in a 30s movie. It’d be kind of fun if it were spoken like a natural language for a while, though. The morphology would get wrecked.

This is a weird one, but Ana Ularu basically justified my flights of phonological fancy by doing amazing with it.

Anyway, this will help you at least read the Inha stuff that I’m about to start posting now…

sigmastolen  asked:

re: how teens and adults text, I would be super interested for you to explain your theory!

ok SO. a lot of this comes from various stuff i’ve seen on the linguistics of tumblr, but at the heart of it is that people in my generation (at least in the us; idk abt other countries’ timelines on this front) went thru (or are still going thru) our Formative Social Years in an environment where we’d regularly interact with even our closest friends on text-only platforms (whether texting or gchat or fb messages or w/e), and b/c so much linguistic/social information is actually conveyed by facial expression and tone of voice, we’ve collectively made up all of these textual ways of conveying that in a concise, efficient way

so like, sometimes on this blog i’ll talk about “straight people”, and sometimes i’ll talk about “str8 ppl”, and even tho i would pronounce those the same, the first is much more neutral — it would probably happen in the context like “i’m not sure how i feel about straight people writing stories that center around experiences of homophobia” — than the second, which which is much more frustrated/venting — it would be more likely to crop up in the context of “all i want is to live quietly in my little queer utopia but no str8 ppl have to come along and heteronomativity UGH #over it #whatever #NOT RLLY OVER IT”. or even with more subtle things like end punctuation: “i’m not going” basically just means i’m not currently planning to go to the thing; “i’m not going.” carries much more of a connotation of “i have seriously considered going and have Reasons for staying at home” (and note that capital — “i have Reasons for staying at home” feels different than “i have reasons for staying at home”). (and this isn’t even getting into things like shitposting or advanced memeology, but there are specific textual markers that go with things like that, some of which would be pronounced if you read them aloud, but many of which wouldn’t be)

but, crucially, for these kinds of things to carry meaning, they have to be used consistently: if i use “str8 ppl” and “straight people” interchangeably in all contexts (as i do for something like “the supreme court” vs “scotus”), then there’s no way to develop a distinction in meaning between the two — the only way to do that is to consistently use the different orthographies in different contexts. (to take another example: if something is “great”, then it’s solidly good. if something is “gr8”, it’s more in the land of “i can’t quite believe this is as earnest/tacky/tasteless as it is but i’m weirdly into it anyway?” (sometimes with a side helping of “do i just enjoy this ironically or do i genuinely enjoy it there is no way of knowing please send help”))

the upshot of this is that to be fluent in tumblr (or texting, or fb messenger, or w/e) means to actually be paying a lot of attention to subtle points of grammar and spelling, to know when to use “did u kno” or “ur” or even pull out an old-fashioned tip of the hat to “e733T haxxor 5killz”. most of these are very subtle distinctions, the kind of things you feel intuitively rather than write out explicitly, and so it’s very hard to convey them concisely and accurately to someone who’s not already immersed in the linguistic environment

and let’s be real, people in my parents’ generation aren’t. i mean, sure, many of them have facebook accounts, but these kinds of platforms weren’t around when they were in their “really getting to grips with social interaction” years, and their most important social interactions usually don’t take place exclusively online. for me, all of my closest friends are people i’ve only interacted with online for more than a year now (with a few brief face-to-face visits when various travel arrangements have allowed), so tumblr, facebook, and gchat are absolutely critical to my social life and interpersonal interactions; for my parents, their closest friends are people they see in person at work every day, so social media is a light overlay to their social lives, not the thrumming core

as such, my parents don’t grok these distinctions. to them “what are you doing?” means the same thing as “lol wut r u doing”; “gr8” is just like “great” (and “gr9” takes some parsing … ); dogespeak doesn’t have the same distinctive valence that it does to us. since they don’t know about these distinctions, they don’t feel the need to maintain more “proper” spelling/grammar when texting with a friend — different people have different set points for this, obvs, but in general i feel like “standard (setting aside all the class and racial implications in that term …) spelling and grammar” (with lighter-than-standard punctuation and capitalization) translates to “relatively neutral/pleasant conversational voice”, and then deliberate misspellings, abbreviations, letter substitutions, and grammar deviations are markers used to indicate shifts in mood — i have a vague sense that bitterness tends to collapse down and preserve grammar but weird spelling (“lyk w/e im happy 4 u but pls, i kno u lied 2 get that”) whereas enthusiasm tends to preserve spelling but weird grammar (“what i can’t even no how do air AMAZE”). since people in my parents’ generation don’t realize that doing so unintentionally changes the way their words come across, they feel free to text “poorly” (ie with lots of errors/substitutions, generally mixing various text-flagged vocal tones in ways that are often incoherent) in order to do so more quickly (b/c lbr typing everything out can be a pain (esp on a non-smartphone), and since parents don’t do it as much, they’re not necessarily as fast as our spry young fingers on a familiar interface)

so yeah, that’s what i suspect is going on

tl;dr: parents don’t use orthography to mark vocal tone in the way youngfolk do, and thus feel free to condense their texts and otherwise use textspeak. youngfolk are using orthography to mark for tone, and thus text more “correctly” to preserve their social intentions

Falling for You was easy

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Word Count: 7,434

Warning: Mentions of torture, pain, cursing, violence, blood, fluff?

(A/N): I didn´t plan on posting this, but it´s been on my mind for a while now. I   didn´t separate it into multiple ´parts´ either simply because I suck at cliffhangers. I don´t know yet whether I´ll continue writing and posting, and must ask you to bear with my terrible grammar and spelling. Enjoy!

Translation: (Y/N): Your name, (L/N): Last name, (H/C): hair color/ brunette, blonde etc., (E/C): eye color


Originally posted by torturezone

Madagascar?

She raises a brow, slender finger tracing the outlines of the map before her.

“Madagascar”

Fury confirms with a nod, turning to the screen behind him.

“You are to meet and extract Dr. Lara Martin.”

A picture appears on the screen, showing a woman in her mid-forties, brown hair tied into a messy bun, green eyes sparkling behind a pair of old glasses.

“Your team has been already briefed and is waiting in the jet.”

She quirks her brow once more, lips pressing into a tight line.

“Team?”

Fury affirms with a nod, turning his attention to someone behind Natasha. She spins in return. Sparkling [E/C] eyes and an unreadable expression greet her, set into perfect contrast on the flawlessly beautiful face of the woman before her.

“[L/N]”

Fury acknowledges her with a small smile, she greets him with a two-fingered salute and pushes of the wall.

“Shall we?”

She arches a brow at Natasha, who merely narrows her eyes ever so slightly.

“A trainee?”

Both turn to Fury, the young female looking as unimpressed as before while the red head hardly manages to contain her annoyance.

“They have to learn somehow.”

A shrug is all she gets in return before Fury wishes them luck and walks off.

“If it helps, I offer my sincerest condolences​ to you.”

The statement is accompanied by a slightly raspy chuckle, a thick British accent manifesting and cutting the silence that befell the two of them. The [H/C] offers her hand and lets the corner of her mouth twitch upwards.

“It’s [L/N], [Y/N] [L/N].”

The name rolls off her tongue effortlessly, eyes seeking and finding their green counterparts.

“Natasha Romanoff”

She accepts the hand, shakes it briefly and keeps walking, sending a quick sideways glance at the young trainee. She can almost feel the strength her lithe body possesses, even while walking. For a moment, she lets her eyes wander further, past her standard SHIELD uniform and towards her neck, where she can see a small scar stretching along the place where the trachea is located, barely hidden by the black collar of her uniform.

“Finally!”

She avoids her gaze to the two males before them- twins, she idly notices- who stand bouncing on the balls of their feet almost impatiently.

“The Castillo twins.”

[Y/N] nods towards the pair and Natasha could have sworn she saw her roll her eyes in annoyance at the males.

“Mark to your left and John to your respective right.”

Two grins match the introduction, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Wheels up in five!”

They turn and Natasha is somehow glad to see [Y/N] stand next to the pilot, nodding towards her with a knowing look on her face.


The hours spend flying to the island Natasha uses to study the location of the extraction point, along with the team given to her. She is pleasantly surprised to discover that the three are the highest ranked trainees, both twins having shown to be especially good at marksmanship and hand to hand combat during training.

It is [Y/N]’s file that sparks her interest however. Both family and past held classified, the only thing she is left to look at are her skills. And those are- should the files be believed- exceptional to say the least. She lets her eyes wander towards the female in question, watching her every move as she loads her guns. She will be the one she’ll go into the base with, while the twins will stay behind and keep their backs covered.


They land on a patch of grass a couple of miles from the extraction point and leave the jet with the pointed look of the pilot burning into the back of the twins’ skulls. The walk to the base is silent, eyes trained on the building that protrudes from the canopy of leaves and branches.

“A church?”

Mark’s voice is tense, confusion etched onto his face.

“More like a monastery.”

[Y/N] mutters, facing the building.

“They gave us the wrong blueprints”

She continues after a while, sending a glance towards the red headed woman who too tensed up at the sight of the monstrous structure.

“What now?”

John clutches his rifle tighter, looking around.

“We go in and scope out the monastery for the Doctor.”

Natasha begins and faces the two males.

“You stay here and keep watch.”

Three nods are all the affirmation she needs to begin walking, [Y/N] close in tow. They pass the gates and slide inside, eyes trained on the large crucifix before them.

“I think now would be a good time to mention that I despise-”

The [H/C] stops and turns, releasing the safety on her gun, alarmed by something that Natasha had trouble making out. A few tense moments later she lets her arm drop to her side, taking a couple of steps forward. The red head follows, watching the female kneel and inspect the edges of a door with narrowed eyes.

“What the-”

Her eyes widen, Natasha’s ​following behind mere seconds after as she sees a thin wire snap.

“Bloody hell!”

They sprint behind the nearest corner, pressing close to the wall just as an explosion shakes the building.

“Of course, it’s a bloody trap.”

[Y/N] sighs, pulling out a knife and bracing herself for the fight that is sure to come, while Natasha contacts the twins.

“They’re under attack.”

The [H/C] nods curtly, eyes tracing the outlines of a flash grenade before she throws it back with a small snarl.

“If it’s any relief to you boys, we are too.”

She breathes into the com, just before the first Hydra Agents make their appearance known with heavy fire. She returns the pleasantries and empties her magazine in an exhale, narrowing her eyes when they close in on them, forcing the two females back to back. They function like a well-oiled machine, flawless and fast, relentless and lethal, reducing the enemies number swiftly, despite it being just the two of them. Both would have lied had they stated that they weren’t surprised by that themselves.

“Damn it”

The red head ran out of bullets, eyes widening as [Y/N]’s shoulder met hers, pushing her harshly a few steps back while the woman herself shot an Agent in the chest.

“Here”

She tosses Natasha a gun that she held stored in her chest pocket, throwing an incoming male over her shoulder before shooting him.

“Thanks”

The [H/C] could almost feel her smirk, and frankly it was enough for the corner of her lips to quirk upwards too.

“Don’t mention it”

A bullet whizzes past her and she hisses, shooting the offender before clutching the wounded limp. Natasha takes notice of it, turns to make sure the coast is clear and briskly walks over to the female to check up on the injury herself.

“It’s just a flesh wound”

[Y/N] mutters once the woman is close enough to hear her, coughing at the smoke and dust that covered the entire place and obscured their view.

“A gaping, bloody, hurts-like-a-motherfucker flesh wound, but a flesh wound at that.”

She adds some time later, earning a smirk and small chuckle from the red head in return. She slumps against the wall and watches as Natasha contacts the boys, attempts to at least.

“Their coms are off.”

She states and in an instant [Y/N] is back on her feet, reloading her gun and handing Natasha another magazine. The red head gets the hint, takes it and reloads her own gun, already on her way to the gate. She pushes it open and prepares for another fight, narrowing her eyes when she is met with a deserted yard.

“I think now would be good time to point out that this is bloody strange.”

Natasha nods in agreement, motioning for [Y/N] to follow her back to the jet. They set into a hurried jog, weapons still drawn and more alert than ever. The patch of grass that the jet once stood on is abandoned, both vehicle and team gone.

“Those assholes…”

She lets her arms fall limp to her sides and watches with barely hidden resentment as the Hydra Agents circle them.

“Fight?”

Nonetheless the futility of that proposition, she nods, standing back to back with the infamous Black Widow once again.

“Absolutely”

They were faring well enough for some time, killing every Agent in sight. But they were outnumbered. Ridiculously so and slowly but surely, they tired. [Y/N] was first to go down, having received a kick to the chest that send her tumbling before being restrained by three Agents. Natasha came second, falling face first into the grass after a male managed to hit her strongly on the back of her neck. Her face was the last thing [Y/N] saw before her own world went black.


Ironically enough Natasha’s ​face was the first thing she woke up to too, her green eyes flitting between the dizzy [H/C] and two men in obnoxiously white lab coats.

“Good morning, dear.”

She sighs at the greeting and grunts in response, shifting so she is facing the males too. She feels the metal around her wrists as she does so, uncomfortably cold and tight around her skin, probably tight enough to leave a bruise. Her back arches slightly as the freezing metal rod she was chained to rubbed against her burning back, making her realize that those bastards in front of her dragged her all over the ground by her hands, scraping off some of her skin if she had to guess while at it too. With another sigh she leans backwards slowly, hissing at the harsh contrast the icy rod provided her with.

“No need to get comfortable”

She watches him chuckle and step forward, taking a fistful of her hair into the palm of his hand and yanking it towards him with a smirk. She meets his gaze and scoffs, seemingly unimpressed by the sudden terseness of his actions. He doesn’t move for a while, accepting the silent challenge and staring into her stunning pools for a moment before snarling and standing upright once again.

“We have some questions for you, lovely ladies”

He begins, grinning widely as he pulls on a pair of dark leather gloves before turning to face Natasha.

“Questions you”

He nods towards the red head

“will answer unless you want her”

He sends [Y/N] a fleeting glance

“to pay the consequence.”

He turns to his partner and nods once more, crossing his arms over his chest as the slightly shorter male takes out a notebook and flips it open.

“Your names?”

He reads out after a while, taking out a pen. His voice is gruff, holding a rasp to it that only lifelong smokers possess.

“Your names?”

He repeats again to make sure the question was heard, eyes wandering between the unreadable duo. With a shake of his head he watches as the slightly taller male takes matters into his own hands, taking a swing and kicking the [H/C]-haired female right into her chest. They watch her gasp, coughing a couple of times as the wind gets knocked out of her lungs. Absently they notice the red head tense, green eyes fixated on the coughing female to her immediate left.

“Whom do you work for?”

Silence and another kick

“What was the objective of your mission?”

One more kick to the chest and a splatter of blood follow the tense silence, female hunched over with blood running down her chin. She is wheezing for air by now.

“Your names?”

He repeats the question once more, waits a few seconds and strikes. He doesn’t stop this time, punches and kicks her over and over, satisfied to see Natasha turn her head from the gruesome display before her. At least they’re getting somewhere. When he finally stops, [Y/N] is hanging limply at the rod, passed out and bloody. Both grin and turn to the red head, offering her one last chance by repeating the second question. She doesn’t answer and they close the door.


The second time the [H/C] wakes up, she is facing Natasha, whose face is resting between two gloved palms. It’s her turn now. The questions stay the same, the treatment too, only that unlike the red head [Y/N] doesn’t turn away from the scene when the tall man refuses to stop his assault, knowing fully well that if she does they would continue switching her and Natasha’s positions daily- for as long as it would take SHIELD to find them. She had been right, of course, and over the course of the next twelve days it is her who gets beaten into a bloody pulp over and over again. She takes the beatings silently, not giving them the satisfaction in seeing her scream and cry, only allowing the occasional hiss to escape her busted lips when the males leave the room for good.

“You alright?”

Her voice is but a whisper in midst of the night- or maybe day, it was hard to tell while being held in a cell-like basement- raspy, sounding hardly concerned to the untrained ear, yet the [H/C] knows better.

“Never bloody better”

A cough breaks loose as if to mock her statement, a small sigh escaping the red head in return.

“I’m sorry…”

[Y/N] merely shakes her head, dragging her tongue over her lips absently as she stares at the ceiling.

“I should be the one saying that”

She simply states, idly noticing that this is the first time the assassin had spoken to her since they were captured.

“Why should you? You did your best.”

[Y/N] chuckles weakly in return, avoiding her eyes to her lap once more.

“Makes it even sadder, doesn’t it?”

Their conversation is interrupted by a sickeningly loud laugh, eyes trailing upwards to meet the bemused face of the tall male before them.

“How sweet.”

He exclaims with a voice so sweet it makes them physically sick, marching closer to the handcuffed duo. He watches their faces for a while before taking out a syringe out of his coat pocket and raising it up for them to see.

“This, my lovely ladies, is a syringe”

He begins in a singsong voice, grinning widely at them as he shakes it lightly, watching the blue liquid inside the capsule move with glee.

“Inside that syringe is a serum- my personal favorite.”

His eyes sparkle as he softly caresses [Y/N]’s left upper arm

“It’s better known by the name Fire and Ice, and does, just as the name states, only those two things. Burn and freeze.”

He pauses, showing his white teeth as his grin widens some more.

“Burn and freeze what, you wonder? It’s simple, it gives you the impression that you’re being burned alive from the outside, while making it feel like your blood is freezing over from within.”

He lets the syringe float centimeters from [Y/N]’s arm, chuckling lightly as he does so.

“It was often used by the KGB, for a while even by Hitler’s pathetic subordinates, yet none managed to utilize it as perfectly as Hydra does.”

Another soft caress and sick grin follow

“Last chance. Whom do you work for?”

He shrugs his shoulders at the silence, plunging the needle into [Y/N]´s shaking shoulder with far more force than necessary before letting the serum into her system.

“Have fun”

With that he walks out, closing the large metal door behind him with a cruel grin. The red head is left watching as [Y/N] bites down on her lip, sweat slowly forming on the crease of her brow while her body convulses. It was working. Gradually her self-control begins to slip, blood seeping from her lip at the force with witch the female bites down. The deafening​ silence is now filled with grunts and whimpers, minutes later growls and yelps that continue filling the room with sound until much later, accompanied by a few stray tears that escape while the [H/C] twists in pain. Natasha​ turns her head away once again, shutting her eyes tight and gritting her teeth in hopes of it all ending soon.


It does some time later- hours, days she’s not really sure. But it does, allowing the female to slump forward and release a shaky sigh. As if the almost insignificantly small exhale was some sort of cue, the door swings open. Three males in white lab coats take their places in front of the cuffed females, while two more roll in an old water tank and leave, shutting the door behind them with far more force than necessary. Their patience has run out. The one closest to [Y/N] crouches down behind her after taking a few steps forward, unfastens the cuffs and yanks her to her feet. She wobbles, loses her footing and falls, hissing when the formerly hardly moving men get her back on her feet by her armpits. They drag her to the tank, cuff her wrists behind her back again and jolt her forwards, face first into the water before her. Natasha is left watching as the [H/C] trashes around in the men’s arms, who stand above her with smirks on their faces, waiting. Still waiting. They don’t plan on releasing her. Natasha realizes in horror, eyes widening as she watches [Y/N]’s attempts to escape the water cease gradually.

“Stop it!”

The words leave her mouth with no filter, raspy, high pitched and unexpectedly terrified. They don’t listen, [Y/N]’s body growing still.

“Please stop!”

A sickeningly wide grin is all she gets in return before the female is jolted back, gasping and coughing. Her eyes sting and water, mouth opening and closing as if to say something. But they don’t give her the chance, simply jerk her right back in, ignoring Natasha’s pleas.

“Please…”

It comes out as nothing but a ragged pant, the second time they pull her out. Tears are flowing down her bruised cheeks and they know they broke her.

“I’ll give you anything”

She sends the red head a look that speaks louder than words ever could and she understands. She can’t take anymore.

“just please stop…”

They nod in silent agreement, the third male- the one that had previously uncuffed her- reaching into his pocket to retrieve a syringe. She flinches at the sight and they are quick to ease her concerns with feigned sympathy.

“It will merely put you under sedation for a while.”

The one to her right explains, loosening his hold on her arm.

“After you give us the answers we want, we’ll release you.”

The one to her left adds and steps back, closer to Natasha who can only watch helplessly. Her green eyes stay trained on the battered female who nods in understanding and shuffles closer to the man with the syringe.

“It will prick a little”

He warns, taking of the cap and kneeling next to her, ready to inject the substance within.

“I sure hope it will”

Her voice changes suddenly, broken [E/C] orbs hardening to cold greyish [E/C]. She kicks the man in the face, tearing the syringe from his hands and forcefully plunging the needle into the tight of the shocked man to her immediate right. He collapses to the floor, while the last man attempts to retreat. She is faster though, jumping high enough for her knees to reach her chin, while moving her cuffed hands underneath her. Once back on solid ground, she strikes, flinging her arms over his head and pushing him back towards her, solid metal chain around his neck. He yelps, struggling to break free, yet his attempts are futile. She is stronger. Life leaves his eyes gradually, body sinking to the floor softly. She allows herself to her knees with him in her arms, yanking harder as he makes one last effort to break out of her hold.

“I really hope it does”

She repeats in a whisper, releasing the corpse with a small grunt of pain. Her eyes flick towards the moaning mess that is the remaining man.

“Keys”

She outstretches her hands and in that moment Natasha is sure, if it weren’t her actions that convinced the pathetic mess of man than it surely was the air of finality, tinted with an unspoken threat, that accompanied the one word order, that did. He scrambles to his feet, reaches for his fallen comrade’s coat and pulls out the keys, handing them over with trembling hands. The gratitude comes in form of a punch to the neck. She spares his life.

“Are you alright?”

The question is unnecessary, both know, yet Natasha answers anyway.

“Yes”

She knows the ulterior though behind the simple inquiry. And briefly she muses that it should be her asking [Y/N] that. Such thoughts are cut short however as she is freed from her cuffs, carefully standing and stretching while the [H/C] gets a hold of two scalpels that lay forgotten on the table in the far corner of the room.

“Let’s go”

She earns a nod in return, the red head walking towards the door with narrowed eyes. She opens the door and follows the female outside, surprised to see the attached room deserted and the from them taken gear on the table right in the middle of it.

“This is either bloody convenient or a trap”

[Y/N] voices the obvious with a grunt, stepping closer.

“Let’s find out”

They don’t get to however, an alarm startling them and howling throughout the base. Both hurry to the table, grasping guns and some essentials before hurrying towards the door on the far end of the room. They are met with resistance, Agents appearing from doors that both could have sworn weren’t there before. They are outnumbered, but both would be damned if they gave up now. So they fight. And for a while the odds seem to be in their favor, Agents retreating to wherever they came from, leaving them a moment to catch their breath. Only that Natasha’s comes out painfully gurgled and shaky. The [H/C] turns, regarding her form with well-hidden worry and confusion. Nothing seems to be wrong with her, so [Y/N] takes a step forward and narrows her eyes. The answer comes to her in a bitter flash of epiphany, when the red head slumps against the wall. She has been shot.

“Where?”

She rasps, kneeling in front of her, eyes skimming over her body. And for a moment she curses the black clothes for concealing the wound. Natasha doesn’t answer, merely raises her right hand to cover her abandonment, hissing in pain. Has she been- No. [Y/N] dreads the possibility, yet the amount of blood that gushes out of her wound is horrifyingly close to what she would consider appropriate for a shot wound there.

“Let me see”

She orders, voice dropping low and becoming strangely comforting as she removes the red head’s hand from her blood-soaked abandonment. It looks worse uncovered and the amount of blood is enough to make HER nauseous. Quickly shaking those thoughts aside, she reaches for the pouch, she’s insisted on taking from the table, and digs into it, retrieving a small tube from within.

“That’s morphine”

She states, raising the tube for Natasha to see before slowly taking it back down and removing the cap, showing a needle beneath.

“It will help”

She continues, injecting her with it and throwing it away once again.

“It has to”

Her eyes drop to her hands, covered in blood and trembling and she curses, reaching for her pouch again and pulling out a piece of white cloth.

“Put pressure on the wound”

She presses the cloth to Natasha’s abandonment, waiting for her to do as told before she scrambles to her feet and digs into the chest pockets of her jacket. She manages to pull out a phone, her phone, Natasha idly notices as she watches her dial numbers in a haste.

“Barton!”

She practically barks, pressing the phone between her shoulder and ear and kneeling to the red head’s level to pick her up.

“Barton, we need an extraction team! Romanoff has been shot, she’s losing blood bloody fast!”

Her voice contains drops of urgency, not nearly enough to paint her as panicked, yet more than enough to convince them that she doesn’t have everything under control like her barely changing facial expression would have implied.

“Where are you?”

Natasha faintly manages to make out Clint’s voice at the other end of the line, he sounds worried, angry too and briefly she wonders why he would be.

“I have no idea, they moved us”

They round a corner and [Y/N] is swift to takes the stairs even with Natasha in her arms.

“I can’t activate the beacon, Barton. It’s gone.”

She slams her shoulder against the door and nearly stumbles when she’s met with the cold night air and snow.

Snow?

She freezes for a while, whips her head around a couple of times and continues on, setting into a hasty jog for the thicket of trees.

“Just trace the phone signal!”

Gunshots follow and she ducks, slamming her back against a nearby tree.

“We’ll be heading south!”

With that she hangs up, reloading her gun with Clint’s reassuring ‘Just hold on, I’m coming for you’ still ringing loud in her ears.

The last thing Natasha sees are [Y/N]’s eyes.


She awakes to the steady crunching from the snow beneath, squinting her eyes shortly after opening them at the sheer brightness of her surroundings. She’s resting on [Y/N]’s back, her arms draped over her neck, while she in return is holding onto her legs.

“Where are we going?”

Her raspy voice startles the female into halting for but a second, and even though the action is subtle it is also enough to tell Natasha that she has been out for long enough for her sudden state of consciousness to serve as a surprise.

“No bloody idea”

The woman grunts slightly and shifts, repositioning the red head ever so slightly. Had she been able to see her face then, she would have seen her face set into a grimace of pain.

“Away from them”

She adds after some time and Natasha nods, resting her cheek on the [H/C]’s shoulder when her eyelids begin to drop once more. Vaguely she notices the trail of blood that they’re leaving behind, shifting slightly and realizing with somewhat of a jolt that it is not her blood anymore.

“Stop squirming, will you?”

She wills her green eyes to look over [Y/N]’s shoulder, mouth opening and closing a couple of times as if to say something. She doesn’t find the right words and settles back into her original position, tightening her hold around the female’s neck insignificantly.

“It’s just a flesh wound. I’ll survive”

Is the last thing that reaches her ears before she blacks out again.


The next time Natasha awakes, she is lying on some sort of sofa, covered by the [H/C]’s slightly tattered jacket. The sound of fire crackling fills the air and if she turns her head to the left and focuses hard enough she can see the flames licking at the wood, turning it into a dark charcoal.

“Where-”

She manages to croak out before erupting in a coughing fit.

“Somewhere”

[Y/N]’s voice is calm, steam escaping from past her lips as she kneels next to the red head. Dried blood is coating her skin, the once fresh bruises now a nasty blackish blue.

“Drink”

She reaches for a flask and helps the red head into a sitting position, watching her cringe and moan in pain. Carefully she presses the flask to the assassin’s lips, who merely grimaces and reaches for it to hold it herself. The strong smell of whiskey assaults her and for a moment she contemplates on not drinking the, what she is sure is, hard liquor. She does however, blinking in surprise when she is met with lukewarm water instead, green eyes meeting a pair of sparkling [E/C] ones.

“Don’t tell me you really thought I’d give you whiskey.”

She chuckles airily and stands, reaching for a thick stick that stood leaning against the sofa previously disregarded.

“How long was I out?”

She watches [Y/N] lean on it, biting her lip in an obvious display of pain.

“Two days”

Is all she says before making her way over to the fire, she limped heavily as she moved and the red head couldn’t help but frown.

“It’s a miracle that they haven’t found us yet”

She adds and kneels back down, outstretching her hands towards the fire.

“Then again with the storm outside, it’s no real surprise.”

Once again [Y/N]’s voice is the last thing Natasha registers before she loses consciousness once again.


It’s some time later- minutes, hours she’s not sure- when the tranquil darkness is replaced by an unbearable pain and the suffocating silence by [Y/N]’s reassuring voice.

“Hold on, Romanoff. The morphine will kick in any minute now.”

She forces her eyes open and wills herself to focus on the female’s face. It’s hardly illuminated by the light the fire provides, yet undoubtedly beautiful and effortlessly seductive. Even in her state of mind, she has little to no trouble in tracing the outlines of [Y/N]’s lips, labeling them as perfectly kissable and soft-looking. Her eyes are next. Piercing and stunning, drawing her into their endless depths when the [H/C] finally looks up to meet her own green pair. When [Y/N] breaks the contact, she is left regarding her face as a whole, idly noticing the two prominent scars there. One just above her left brow, deep and uneven and yet somehow still lovely adding to the masterpiece that is the woman’s visage. The second slightly cutting into her lips, slowly fading and small yet in spite of that still visible and strangely enough entirely alluring to the red head.

“Take a picture, Romanoff, it will last longer.”

Her soft chuckle breaks her trance, green eyes snapping back to meet hers. Pain seemingly forgotten for now.

“Maybe I will”

She regains some of her wit and [Y/N] chuckles yet again, brushing a hand through her hair.

“Maybe you should”

She reaches for the flask and hands it to Natasha, who takes it wordlessly and gulps down the lukewarm liquid.

“because gawking at subordinates surely will be frowned upon back at SHIELD.”

The red head chokes and coughs, leaning forward and allowing herself to send the female a playful glare. The small mischievous smirk on her face brightens in return and she laughs, softly and genuinely and Natasha has trouble naming a sound more beautiful than that.

“I’m just kidding”

She states after her laughter subsides, lips still stretched into a smile that the assassin has trouble not mirroring.

“I bet they won’t even care to begin with.”

She joins her on the laughter with a chuckle of her own, eyes slipping closed when the morphine begins to kick in, while [Y/N] takes it as her cue to stand to her feet once more. The soothing warmth of her fingertips against her cheek, as she brushes a strand of hair back behind her ear, is the last thing Natasha makes out before she falls into a long, dreamless sleep.


The clicking of a gun and a hiss of discomfort are the first things she hears when she awakes once again, eyes flying open and flitting across the dimly illuminated room in alarm. She catches the outlines of [Y/N]’s figure as she disappears behind a door and manages to make out the click of said as the [H/C] closes it. Her footsteps grow steadily quieter before she is left alone in a sea of suffocating silence. Her fingertips grasp at something cool just above her hip and when she clasps her hand around it, she recognizes it to be a gun. Why would she need one now? Her thoughts are a mess of foggy imagines and sounds, so when years of training kick in and she takes the safety off, all she can think of is the blindingly beautiful face of one [Y/N] [L/N].

“Nat? [Y/N]?”

The voice conveys insecurity and alertness, and for a split second the female freezes in place. Could it-

“Over here!”

Her own voice breaks as the adrenaline leaves her system in a rush that is all too familiar, body losing the strength it had gathered for a battle that she now is sure won’t ensue. The footsteps grow louder and in what appears to be less than a minute two blonds are by her side, eyes filled with worry.

“[Y/N]? Are you alright? Where’s Nat?”

The questions barely register in her mind as she slumps against the wall, yet she manages to point towards the door she just closed. Steve rushes towards said, while Clint takes it upon himself to pick her up and cradle her in his arms.

“You’re safe now, kid.”

His comforting words turn into white noise, her eyes glazing over and closing slowly as he walks towards the exit. It’s over. They’re safe. The words that she wanted to hear for so long are as sweet and warm as she pictured they’d be, and are more than simply enough to make her fall unconscious with a relieved smile on her face.


Natasha is first to wake up once more, yet unlike the countless times before that, she isn’t met with [Y/N]’s face or voice. Instead white walls and the obnoxious beeping of the heart monitor greet her. It takes her a while to get rid of the annoying voice in the back of her head, telling her that she’d rather be in pain and cold with [Y/N] by her side- smiling at her- than here, safe and sound, without her. It takes her even longer to focus on Bruce after he enters and chats her up, asking her questions she doesn’t care enough to listen to.

“Where’s ​ [Y/N]?”

She disregards whatever he’s been saying for god-knows-how-long and he smiles, motioning to the door.

“Outside, waiting for you to wake up.”

She nods at that, mood lightening considerably. Something that Bruce didn’t fail to register.

“Want me to call her in?”

The question is met with a curt 'Yes’ and one would have to be an utter fool to miss the excitement and anticipation in the red head’s eyes. He does as told and leaves, closing the door behind him softly. It opens again a few minutes later and Natasha is met with a mop of messy [H/C] hair and a sleepy [Y/N], whose forehead is wrapped in bandages, while the rest of her face is covered in plasters.

“Morning’ ”

She greets her with a small wave and pulls a chair up to take a seat at Natasha’s bedside.

“Morning to you too. Sleep well?”

The female chuckles at that and shakes her head, carefully leaning back into the chair. Natasha manages to catch a glimpse at the bandages that wrap themselves around what appears to be her entire chest, glancing down to find the woman’s hands too covered in white wrappings up to her knuckles.

“Yeah, not enough though”

A yawn escapes her as if to prove a point and before Natasha can think twice about it, she’s yawning too. It draws a small chuckle from [Y/N], whose eyes are now skimming over the red head’s body just like Natasha’s had been moments before.

“It is inappropriate to check out superiors, while they’re yawning.”

The female merely raises a brow in return, looking around the room.

“Pardon my question, but where is that superior that thou speak of?”

Her eyes shine with mischief and before Natasha can throw a witty remark, she has reached into her hoodie to retrieve a card. The red head takes it and narrows her eyes, reading out loud.

“[Y/N] [L/N], Avenger. Clearance level 7.”

She turns her head slow enough to let the woman know that she isn’t supposed to take whatever remark is thrown her way next seriously, yet when her green eyes meet their stunning counterparts her words catch in her throat. It doesn’t take much to acknowledge the fact that, even while bandaged up from head to toe, [Y/N] is breathtakingly beautiful.

“Like what you’re seeing?”

The teasing inquiry startles her out of her thoughts long enough to come up with a reply, lips turning upwards into a smirk of her own.

“About that picture-”

She trails off playfully and [Y/N] is left laughing once more, leaning her head back slightly as her shoulders shake lightly.

“How about you take one after I’m all patched up, eh? I’m sure I’ll look better then.”

She agrees with a nod, briefly surprised by the honesty and lightheartedness of the offer. Bruce enters the scene with an apologetic smile, scratching the back of his neck somehow awkwardly.

“Miss Hill wanted to see you about-”

He pauses, looks at the red head hesitantly and continues.

“you-know-who.”

[Y/N] stands to her feet in understanding and for a moment Natasha notices that she is no longer limping as heavily as before.

“You-know-who have names, Banner.”

She states casually enough for him not to take her curt reply as an insult. She sends Natasha a small apology over her shoulder and offers her a small two-fingered salute as she leaves, closing the door softly behind her.

“Who?”

Bruce merely shakes his head, taking a seat by her side as [Y/N] had moments before.

“The Castillo twins.”

He answers and watches her eyes harden. To say she looks mad would be a grand understatement.

“They had not only left the two of you behind, but also shot the pilot when he refused to go without you.”

He explains and gently brushes a hand through his hair.

“They said you had been killed. We went back for your bodies, but found nothing. And without the beacons we didn’t even know where to search.”

She nods in understanding, suddenly reminded of how angry Clint had sounded when [Y/N] managed to contact him. As if reading her mind, Bruce continues.

“When [Y/N] got a hold of Clint a couple of days back we locked them into a cell opposite Loki’s, just so he could mess with them while we retrieved you. The base was as good as abandoned when we arrived, so we were left wandering the woods, heading south, just like [Y/N] said.”

He smiles slightly and scratches at his neck.

“We found you in a partially destroyed orphanage”

He turns to the sound of footsteps and smiles brighter.

“I decided to leave the twins at your mercy. Whatever happens to them will be your call to make, hell knows those motherfuckers deserve it.”

Fury opens the door, stepping inside with Clint, Tony and Steve in tow.

“The best part is”

Tony chirps all to gleefully

“their fate is an 'accident’ or 'unfortunate mission’ no matter what you do to them!”

He makes air quotes with his fingers and grins, while Clint and the ever so righteous Steve don’t even bother hiding their satisfied smirks at that statement.

“Thank you”

They nod, offering her smiles in return.


Natasha is released three days after that, still rehabilitating, but out of the terrible hospital ward at least. She’s positively surprised when she discovers that Tony had given [Y/N] the floor directly above hers, even more so when she bumps into her in the elevator.

“Out already?”

She smirks at the [H/C]. The bandages covering her forehead are gone, so are some of the plasters, but aside from that her face is the same as it had been the day she visited.

“You sound surprised.”

She states and watches her type in the security code before pressing the button of the floor she wants to be taken to.

“I am”

She regards the red head with a smirk of her own, arching a brow in an unspoken challenge.

“I thought you'd​ give me more time to doll up.”

Natasha chuckles at that, watching the numbers sink with her green eyes.

“No such luck, it seems”

The doors slide upon and both are met with the lobby, a guard waving a hand at them in a friendly greeting.

“Where are you going?”

She follows the woman outside, catching her small smirk as she rounds the corner.

“A café.”

[Y/N]’s reply is as nonchalant as her smirk is innocent when she reaches out to pull Natasha’s hoodie over her head.

“Why the sudden interest in my personal life?”

Her British accent thickens as she regards the red head from behind half lidded eyes, dragging her tongue over her lips seemingly absently. It does wonders though, Natasha’s cheeks growing warmer as she avoids her eyes to the ground for a moment to steady her heart.

“Who says I’m interested?”

She watches her throw a hand over her chest in mock hurt, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

“You hurt my feelings, Romanoff.”

“Nat”

She raises a brow, turning to look at her from over her shoulder.

“You can call me Nat if you want to.”

Natasha clarifies, watching her eyes soften slightly.

“Thanks, Nat.”

She reaches for the door handle of the café shop and holds it open, offering the red head a teasing bow.

“After you”

Natasha plays along, thanking her with a small bow of her own.

“Thank you”

They reach the counter with a small chuckle, ordering and paying before taking a seat in the far-off corner.

“Thank you”

Natasha repeats quieter, all traces of a smile gone. She’s serious, her eyes convey so much and for a moment [Y/N] is confused, titling her head to visualize said confusion.

“What for?”

The barista brings them their drinks with a friendly smile and leaves, offering the duo some privacy.

“For saving my life. I would have bled out, had you not been there.”

She sighs and avoids her gaze to the polished table between them.

“And even if I didn’t, there aren’t many people who would drag me along. You did though, even though I was nothing but a liability to you.”

A small chuckle forces her to look up, eyes meeting the bemused pair opposite her.

“Don’t mention it, Nat. You would have done the same for me.”

“But-”

She raises a hand to silence her and smiles just a tiny bit brighter.

“Enjoy your coffee, it tastes best when it isn’t as frozen as your-”

She stops herself and turns her attention to the counter once again, eyes sparkling with childlike curiosity as the barista brings a plate of cookies over to their table.

“They’re on the house.”

She states with a giggle and leaves, sending [Y/N] a small wink as she does so.

The Agent doesn’t seem to care enough to react to it and averts her eyes to the cookies and coffee in front of her instead. Natasha follows the example, upholding the small banter in between bites and sips. It is after a particularly​ witty comeback that [Y/N] nearly chokes on her coffee, setting the drink down with a chuckle. Foam is resting on the tip of her nose and her cheeks have gained an adorable red tint to them as she leans back slightly with a hand in her hair, to keep unwanted strands out of her face. A small click gains her attention and before she can question the sound, Natasha’s phone lands in her line of sight. Camera pointed at her.

“Turned out good?”

“Perfect”

It did, the rays of sunlight hit her face just right as the sun began to set behind the horizon. It bathed her face in a reddish glow, reflecting in her hair and sparkling in the coffee foam on the tip of her nose. It captured her effortless beauty perfectly and if somebody were to ask what her favorite picture ever was, she’d easily state it was this one.

Because, truthfully, the easiest thing for Natalia Alianova Romanova was falling in love with [Y/N] [L/N] and her mesmerizing beauty.

Goddamn, this show really hates adoptees and adoptive families. I’m a firm believer that it how you become a parent is unrelated to how good of a parent you are (unless you became a parent by raping someone). The show has a mix of good and bad parents, biological or otherwise, but it just can’t help but be insensitive to adoption issues.

Almost all the adoptive relationships are either abusive or ignored in favor of biological relationship. I mean, as much as I love Swan Believer and hate Regal Believer, the way the show approached the custody case in season 1 was more than a little flawed. I could forgive that, to an extent. 

But then the show decided to retcon Regina abusing Henry. And gave no closure to Grace’s adoptive parents. And pushed the Granny/Red and Geppetto/Pinocchio relationships to the sidelines. And ignored Lily’s adoptive parents. And tried to make Robert seem like a hero for trying to take James from George despite Robert being an unfit father. And kept equating “biological” with “real”.

Now we’ve got this Gideon and Black Fairy storyline. He was kidnapped by his biological grandmother, who raises him as her adopted son. She was incredibly abusive, tried to turn him into a villain, is forcing him to try to kill Emma against his will, and he wants to kill her. The way the storyline is being set up, it’s possible that if Gideon survives, his happy ending will be being a family with his biological parents, who’ll get back together despite his father abusing his mother.

I’ve got mixed feelings about the Black Fairy’s “I saved you by adopting you, so you owe me a debt” speech. On one hand, it’s a horrible mentality that harms many adoptees (whether their adoptive parents are abusive or not) and it’s good that the narrative clearly paints her as being wrong. However, I’m almost certain that the writers don’t fully grasp the implications of what they’re writing, so I’m not getting my hopes up.

That OCPD Feel when you read over your cover letter five times out loud before you send it to make sure that everything is spelled correctly and you’re not missing any words and all your grammar is perfect and then you press send and you’re like FUCK i think i made a typo and you re-read the just-sent e-mail out loud twice more just to make sure you didn’t fuck up

gaignunkukai  asked:

Dude, duuuude I just finished your version of HetaOni and holy shit. Holy shit?? It feels like I finally got some closure on what happened, even if it isn't 100% official! Thank you so, so much, and if you ever need a playtester or someone to check for spelling and grammar or w/e, I'm available whenever!

(adm: Aaaaaahhhh, thank you so much!! I’m really glad you enjoyed it!!!! And I’ll keep you in mind, thank you very much!!! :”DDDD)

becoming a langblr.

over winter break i started studying esperanto, but lately i’ve really been slacking off on it. now i’m going back.

since most people don’t know what esperanto is, here are some facts about it:

  • it’s not a language that grew and evolved naturally. it was invented in the nineteenth century by a polish-jewish opthamologist, l.l. zamenhof.
  • it was designed to be an international language so anyone could communicate with each other without language barriers. esperanto doesn’t aim to eliminate all other languages, but to promote understanding and tolerance of other cultures.
  • there are no irregularities in grammar or spelling. every letter is pronounced the same way. all nouns end with o, all adjectives end with a, all adverbs end with e, and verbs end with either -as, -os, or -is (depending on the tense). 
  • most people do not know what it is because esperanto speakers have often been persecuted. for example, since esperanto was invented by a jewish person, speakers were targeted during the holocaust. after the holocaust, interest in esperanto began to decline.
  • but we have interwebs now, and there are resources for learning esperanto!
  • esperantists can use the pasporta servo to travel, which offers free lodging with esperantist families!

resources:

  • lernu.net
  • duolingo
  • kurso de esperanto

obviously there aren’t that many resources, but hopefully more people will take an interest in it and start investing in more ways to learn esperanto. personally, i’m not learning esperanto because i want it to be the international language, although i do think it would be helpful in the united nations so there wouldn’t be a need for so many translators. studies show that learning esperanto can help you learn other languages. my aim is to use esperanto as a starting point for learning other languages. and i would highly recommend esperanto to other langblrs!

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((((me talking about how underappreciated these three are at 4am, where grammar doesnt exist and spelling is dumb. this is entirely my opinion but im pretty sure almost everyone can agree))))


being an army is hard. like, it’s really fucking hard. you get to wake up in the morning and cry over seven men who still get hyped over receiving pokemon stuffies as prizes. that life is hard and it’s probably where the rock bottom is, but whatever.

being an army is harder when there’s inequality going on around the group, screentime wise, line distribution wise, etc. this issue existed since 21 b.c.e and im here to finally speak my fucking mind for it.

so bts has seven members, right? jungkook, jimin, jhope, suga, jin, tae, and namjoon. anyway, we all know that jikook are the main and lead vocalists of the group so it’s very predictable that they get a lot of attention considering it’s unavoidable to give them screentime since, you know, they’re technically 50% of whatever the hell we’re on about, whether it’s about a song’s line distribution or an mv’s screentime. now, obviously there are the three rappers who dominate everything, be it an mv or whatnot. i mean, jesus, joonie walks in with this hard presence and he’s literally gonna start owning the video. thats it.

so we get that jikook is well known and very appreciated, right? suga and joon are also automatically given attention becsuse these two are powerful when it comes to rap. now, let’s just focus on hoseok, tae and jin.

let’s start with our angel hobi. now, hope is definitely not underrated. we all know that his stage presence is very powerful. he’s never not involved. however, the reason why i didn’t group him with his fellow rappers is because, let’s be real, jhope is not a rapper. he is not a rapper. he is a person who raps. according to jackson wang—tnx jackson tnx got7 woohoo—there’s a complete difference between these two and i think u got it already. jhope is not underappreciated, his skills are.

first of all, he came into the idol world with dancing the only skill in hand. we all know that he’s never an amateur. he’s always been a pro at dancing however when you’re in a group u cant just fucking dance. you need to use your lips too and hope here has no experience on that.

if bighit made him debut as a part of the vocal line, it could’ve been better as we all know that hobi has always dreamt of becoming a singer even as a child and his high note on the thot ver of n.o is enough to say that he may not be as good as jungkook but he’s gr8 at it too.

howeverrrrrrr he’s not put as a vocalist. he’s placed in the fucking rap line. no, im not saying he’s bad as a rapper because he’s not (ehem outro wings ehem). but if u place yourself in his shoes back when he became a trainee for most likely dancing and rapping, thats hard shit. hobi has no experience in rapping. but guess what? he fucking killed it. he slays every rap he gets. he spits fire in every cypher there is and yall telling me that he’s not good? hell no go home

in conclusion, for the fuckers who keep disregarding jung hoseok’s abilities, back up because golden hyung can sing, dance and rap and i s2g if you still sleep on him ill choke u

next is v. kim taehyung kim **that introduction still kills me every time** now before anything else, tae is not underrated. he’s very popular actually. he’s popular to armys and to his fellow idols as well. i assume this is because he has gr8 looks and he’s very friendly and what a precious child amirite

so why did i group him here? becAUSE BIGHIT THATS WHY. now, bighit is not a bad company. in fact it’s a great company, really considerate to their boys all. i mean the most we can say is that at least it’s not sm bc you feel me? ye

anyway, the funny thing is everyone thinks that v is in an ok position because he’s pretty and everyone loves him. YES tae is beautiful and YES hes lovable but we need to realize that to be recognized for your looks is ridiculous when they do it while ignoring your talent. taehyung is well known already but people also need to know his skill too. this is almost the same as hobi’s story.

let’s get back to the trainee days in which taehyung literally came from a middle class fam and signed up for bighit without having a clue on what he could do. remember that he was inexperienced when it came to dancing, singing, and obviously rapping (but let’s let him live for a little). his pretty face has always been pretty, but u cant debut without offering anything else can you?

however, as inexperienced as he was, taehyung has talent. he had potential that is now proven talent. so what i dont really understand is why they didnt give this child the position to be a lead vocalist or even a main vocalist, much more fair distributed lines. the old eras—the hardcore gang bad boy wannabes concept—actually stars v a lot—ehem war of hormone, spine breaker, boy in luv, danger ehem—because they used his hard and deep ass voice. but ever since run era came, bc i believe thats where bts dropped the hard look, he barely got lines.

i understand that his voice is different compared to others as the other four vocalists—including jh now bc he finally debuted as a vocal—are tenor whereas v has baritone however they can actually use his deep ass voice in great use. like in let me know—tnx min yoongi for this amazing song—, hold me tight, spring day, house of cards, love is not over and more of their ballads, it’s shown how talented kim taehyung is because of his capability. not to mention, stigma proved that his voice can reach great ranges too and that goddamn falsetto stjll gets me everytime

i havent even started on how sharp his moves are but i think everyone has gotten over that little issue that he should be a part of the dance line

so in conclusion, taehyung is a precious beagle who’s very talented and amazing that needs to be more appreciated for what he can do rather than just for his face bc nO

lastly, sockjin hahahaha now when i became an army he caught my eye a lot bc of fire and he has an astonishing face. jin is a very beautiful person and just like tae, he’s almost friends with everyone

however, if someone is underrated, jin is your guy. now lets give this guy some slacks because he came into this world without knowing what he can do, just like v. he came without having no experience in dancing nor singing. he has passion for acting apparently but we’ll get to that l8r. anyway what he could only offer is how beautiful he looks.

now, first of all. let’s all be honest that jin is not the best singer in the group. however he’s not bad either. in fact, when i watched their mr removed, he’s more stable than jimin and v and to sing with that much stability is impressive enough. i assume that jin doesnt hold on to talent but his potential is so great it’s so large and it can actually drive him further.

jin is always appreciated for how strong he is as a visual but never for how stable and smooth his voice is and that is absolutely rubbish. remember that he’s a person who entered this world without any experience and yet here he is, breaking records on billboards and shit, and you’re still sleeping on him?

the thing is, bts is popular enough but jin isnt, bts is known but jin isnt and as someone who stans every member, this hurts. bts isnt just rm or jungkook. i have nothing against those two, but i present u kim seokjin here. he’s full of potential. he can shine so bright if only there’s an actual opportunity waiting for him. the reason why he isnt appreciated is because the company doesnt really give him much chance to show what he can do. yes admittedly he’s not the best singer there is but how can someone improve when they dont give him the opportunity to improve? i dont need to give an example on w/c song has barely jin because lbr almost every song has barely jin.

in addition, jin is a visual and yet his screentime is so little. i know that i shouldnt give a shit on the visual thing but if this guy isnt recognized for his position in singing, why wont u recognize him as a visual either? i understand that there are a lot of mvs that actually show him a lot—bst, boy in luv, spring day—but do u think this is enough? do u think that this is fair to him? jin is a 25 year old man. he’s not naive. although he laughs it off whenever he’s being ridiculed, I’m sure that he somewhat feels sad sometimes because of this.

understand that this man is not just here for entertainment. understand that we cant only appreciate him for his jokes and awkwardness, that he’s not just here to make us happy through the stunts they pull to give comedy. understand that he’s not just the mom of this group. understand that he’s probably gone through so much training to improve himself and yet get so little in return. understand that there’s more to kim seokjin than what meets the eye. jin is not bias nor my bias wrecker but i have this special affection for him that makes me want to protect him at all cost.

for the last part, the acting thing. now, im very happy for v for debuting as an actor because he slayed being hansung in hwarang. i will never say that he doesnt deserve that because he does. hes amazing at acting and i hope he get more solo projects since the drama. meanwhile, i look forward to jin having his own drama. i dont think it’s necessary for him to have one now but hopefully it happens soon. jin has great potential in acting and considering this is his former dream, im sure that theres still passion for it somehow.

in conclusion there is more to jin that we haven’t seen because of the lack of opportunity given to him and he deserves so much more recognition to whar he gets now.

this doesnt mean that im bias to anyone, okay? i adore each seven members equally. i dont want to raise v and bring down jungkook or raise jin and bring down jimin. no. whatever jikook gets at this moment, they deserve every bit of it. all i want is for them to get equal love.


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Praise Me

[prompt: SMUT WHERE DAN SHYLY AND AWKWARDLY CONFESSES TO PHIL HE HAS A PRAISE KINK N JUST GOOD SMUT WITH PRAISE KINKS IN IT LIKE PHIL TELLING HIM ‘YOUR SO GOOD’ AND JUST CONSTANTLY TELLING HIM WELL DONE ((MAYBE SHY!DAN WHOS REALLG INSECURE AND SELF CONSCIOUS)) IDK????]

hELLO MOrE 2009!PHAN SMUT??????? I THINK SO!!!!!!!!! (how about a bit of 2009!phil rimming 2009!dan???????????? yes????? good!!!!!!!) AND I’M ALSO CLOSE TO 800 FOLLOWERS (like 28 followers or so away) AND IM LIKE ????? THATS CRAZY??? IM JUST A LAZY HIGH SCHOOLER???? HOW???

i apologize that this is so short!! and i apologize for spelling/grammar mistakes!

[Contains: 2009!phan (hell fucking y E S), praise kink, slight daddy kink (i mean dan says “daddy” 3 times so), some dirty talk (oooh i havent done that in a while), shy!dan (kinda), a bit of rimming, ass grabbing (idk i just thought that it’d be something ppl would look for idk im gonna go)]
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Okay, so this is a bit of an epilogue to it; most likely the final chapter. I thank you all for reading and hope you have a nice day/night. :)

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“Honestly, I don’t understand why you think these parties are so ‘special’,” you scoffed, footsteps in sync with his as they sluggishly ascended the staircase.
“You’ll see,” his mouth curled into a reminiscent smirk.
“Le'mme guess,” you rolled your eyes abjectly, “Spin the Bottle, Truth or Dare and a dimly lit room?”
You’’ll see,” he repeated, as if it were bemusing to see you clueless for once.

You rounded to the common room, “What time is it?”
“Uh, 10- I mean, 11:39.”
“Bloody 'ell.”
“What? Past your bedtime?,” he grinned down at you teasingly.
“You’re lucky you’re tall enough to do that,” you rolled your eyes, then turned to the portrait door.
“Furnunculus,” Remus beat you to the password, to which it swung open.
“I say, you’re getting really cocky, nowadays,” you tutted as you crawled through the hole.
He merely chuckled, following after.

The once serene atmosphere collapsed into chaos, a completely different genre of music from before mixing with the overlapped murmurs of the crowd, of which was plastered with vibrant colours, shadowed by the predicted dim lights. You recognised that students from all houses were present, to your shock; if anyone was an interhouse prejudice, it was James Potter. Of whom was currently stood upon a table, a translucent bottle clumsily grasped in his hand. He almost fell from the platform, as he shouted, “ALRIGHT, EVERYONE, SHUT UP!”

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Carl the Animator: “…Ted?”

Ted the Animator: “Yeah, Carl?”

Carl the Animator: “How do you spell ‘portable?’”

Ted the Animator: “Uh, P-O-R-T-A-B-L-E. Why?”

Carl the Animator: “Are you sure the ‘B’ and the ‘L’ aren’t swapped?”

Ted the Animator: “…extremely sure.”

Carl the Animator: “Oh.”

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The E-mail Relationship

In high school, with small class sizes and the same classes every day for an entire academic year, it was incredibly easy to maintain a relationship with my teachers. In college, classes are bigger, meet less frequently, and only last for a semester. It is MUCH harder to develop a relationship with professors, especially with a full course load and packed schedule. Office hours are a wonderful opportunity to meet your professors and get questions answered, but my schedule often makes it impossible for me to attend them. However, I have developed healthy working relationships with my professors with “The E-mail Relationship.”

The E-mail Relationship is perfect for the busy student who doesn’t have time to meet with a professor on a regular basis but still wishes to show interest in the class or ask questions outside of the classroom. Here are some important “dos” and “don’ts” of The E-mail Relationship.

  • DO e-mail your professor with any questions or concerns you have about the course.
  • DON’T send your professor kiss-up e-mails that will just clog up their inbox.
  • DO e-mail your professor as far in advance as possible to notify them of any absences or tardiness (preferably for excused absences and stating that official documentation will be forthcoming).
  • DON’T e-mail your professor during class or on the morning of an exam and expect to be excused (barring extreme circumstances, of course; regardless, though, a succinct, honest e-mail explaining why you were late/absent and apologizing even when the absence/tardiness is unexcused shows maturity and responsibility).
  • DO use e-mail as a straightforward, efficient way to reach your professors.
  • DON’T make your e-mails several pages long with unnecessary information.
  • DO use proper grammar and formal writing in your e-mails to a professor. Your address and writing style should be professional. (Let your professor initiate/invite friendly e-mails. Always start formally and adjust as you see fit. Better to be overly polite and formal than to offend someone who controls your grade. Plus, being respectful never hurt anyone.)
  • DON’T send an e-mail to your professor without proofreading it for basic spelling/grammar errors.
  • DO sign your full name and include your class and section somewhere in your e-mail.
  • DON’T make your professor guess who you are and to which class you belong.

I have had great success with The E-mail Relationship. It has allowed me to reach my professors on my own time and for my professors to get back to me on theirs. An e-mail can usually be sent and/or answered quickly, which saves time for both you and your professor, especially if you only had a quick question. There are advantages and disadvantages to The E-mail Relationship, though.

PROS:

  • Efficiency.
  • Getting your name out there.
  • Honing your professional e-mail skills.
  • Showing your professor that you care about the course.

CONS:

  • Does NOT replace going to class. (I debated putting this on here because it’s common sense, but you need to go to class. It doesn’t matter how often you e-mail the professor if you’re constantly missing class and consequently failing the course. The E-mail Relationship is a course supplement. Make good choices.)
  • Does not allow your professor to put a face to a name.
  • May be insufficient for answering certain questions. For instance, if you miss a week of class and need help mastering the content that you missed, it’s probably best to schedule a meeting with your professor. If office hours don’t work with your schedule, most professors are more than willing to meet with you at another time. Just e-mail them!

Regardless of how you reach out to your professor, reaching out at all shows an interest in the course and in doing well, which goes a long way with professors. Don’t be afraid to reach out to them if you are struggling. Most of the ones that I have encountered are incredibly kind and understanding, and they are especially willing to help you if they know you care about their class. E-mailing them gets them to recognize and remember your name, which is a big deal. I had a really strict professor give me a two-day extension on some homework problems when I was dealing with personal issues, simply because I asked. He gave it to me without question, except to ask if I was all right; our pre-established E-mail Relationship probably helped me secure that extension, since this was not the first time he heard from me. Remember, professors are people, too! Don’t be afraid of them, and remember, e-mail is your friend.

Let me know if The E-mail Relationship works for you!

Molly