-A trio of equally eager and elderly women approached me at my register. One jammed her phone into my hand and pleaded with me to get her a ten-dollar coupon. I told her that I had a paper copy I could scan for her instead. She continued to force her phone upon me. I was left with very few options. I hope I chose the proper one.
-A woman handed me a stack of gift cards after already completing the payment process, expecting me to be able to subtract them from the total after the fact. She insisted I use them anyway, so I voided her transaction and attempted to run it again. It was not until the receipt had printed that I found she had not learned from the past and instead doomed herself to a repeat.
-I have never been a morning person, but I believe that my morning shifts may change that. I am finding that this is the time where the store is filled almost solely with sweet elderly people and lovable infants with almost none of the rowdy hooligans or sexist businessmen.
-A young four year-old girl, once given stickers, proceeded to take the only natural action. She slapped one right on the side of her infant brother’s face, leaving neither he nor his mother any the wiser.
-A woman handed me a cut-out coupon. It was not a coupon. The woman insisted I accept her coupon. In large print, it read, “NOT A COUPON.” She asked me to accept her coupon.
-I have once again witnessed the mind-boggling sight of a man of potentially Middle Eastern descent wearing what was potentially religious garb. This was not the baffling part, but rather, the panicked frenzy of furtive looks, clenched fists, and hushed murmurs of “I’m not a racist, but-”. I am relieved by these murmurs though, as, were it not for them, there would be no denying their deep-seated racist tendencies. However, as they said, such is not the case, so they may live free of all guilt.
-The single most squeezable youngster came through my lane. We shared a thought-provoking conversation based upon all of the words that she knew. She started off on a deep note, saying, “Stickers,” as I had just handed her stickers. She then made an interesting point by remarking, “Glasses,” due to the fact that I was sporting glasses. She finally brought this conversation to an impactful close as she solemnly said, “Back,” while turning and pointing to show me that she had a back.
-A man’s girlfriend said, “I have a quarter.” A woman’s boyfriend said, “I have an eighth.” This was followed by the heaviest silence I have yet to witness at my register. I watched her eyes glaze over as she made a mental note to break up with him the moment they escaped the public eye.
“Ser Jaime?” Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman. “I am grateful, but…you were well away. Why come back?” A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. “I dreamed of you,” he said.
Ser Jaime? Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman. I am grateful, but … you were well away. Why come back? A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. I dreamed of you, he said. — A Storm of Swords, Jaime VI
A neat, proper, and composed woman. A iconic portrayal of a poodle. However, upon closer inspection I can see a face that hints at hidden stress and anxiety. I can’t help but feel concerned for her, she must have a lot on her mind. Needless to say, she has a wonderful tail pomf. The pomfiest.
Wow! What a small, soft, cute and fluffy friend. So pink and round, and wonderfully huggable.
Quite a bold and unique young lady with her distinctive pompadour hairstyle and a hint of a casual and relaxed personality with her lolling tongue. Impractical foot pomfs, however.
Soft, pure, innocent, and an overall sweetheart. Such a pleasing collaboration of white and pink, with a cute pink button nose to match. This is a cutie that loves to make people smile.
Doesn’t have the best sense of style out of the group. I would recommend for her to change hair stylists. But my biggest concern is why does she only have three legs? Her hind legs look broken too! What happened to her? Regardless of whatever it may be, she has my respect for holding her head high and soldiering on despite her physical handicaps.
2/5 overall, but 5/5 for being a trooper
Looks more like a bedlington pupper than a poodle, but still a humble friend, nonetheless.
A pretty young lady, with fur like cotton candy, but she tries too hard to be like samsung. Judging by the look in her eyes, she is insecure and constantly paranoid by how others perceive her. She needs to be assured that she is a wonderful and well-liked individual that needs to threat not by what others think of her.
What a happy pupper. Look at that charismatic smile! She looks like a supportive friend that will always be happy to see you. Pure, clean, and fluffy, like an embodiment of clouds on a bright summer’s day.
Now this looks like a cool, modern, and down-to-earth lady, with a posture that means business. Unfortunately, her stoic persona comes across to others as being a bit cold. This is not her intention however, for her heart is still in the right place. Again, she also has impractical foot pomfs.
Another serious lady, but more casual than the former. Sense of style is questionable at best; what is up with her feet? Are the paws? Pomfs? We just don’t know. She looks like she’s on the lookout, a watchdog. She may not be the pomfiest, but that doesn’t make her any less of a reliable friend who will always watch your back.
She looks so traumatised. My dear child, who has hurt you? Who has hurt this little girl? They will be catching these hands. We need to shelter this pood from the wicked at all costs.
A fashionable and self-assured girl, her hair bow and brimming smile says it all. She may not sit well with everyone; some may interpret her as smug and pompous, consumed by her own vanity. But I just call her confident.
Request: Omg i love your writing sooo much <3 I was thinking if you could do a story based off Michael Buble’s ‘Just Haven’t met you Yet’. I understand if you wouldn’t want to do it but thank you for your time :)
“Next!” You call, back aching and feet sore. Work usually sucks, but today it’s a living hell. Saturdays are the normally busiest days at the grocery store but add the fact that it’s the first day of spring that’s warmer than 50 degrees, and you’ve got yourself a full store. The bustle of people weaving around one another in the narrow aisles meant that you’d been sent to clean up five separate messes and help one bawling seven-year-old find his mother. His snot covered fingers had wrapped around your own until you’d found his mother who’d immediately decided to yell at you for not bringing him sooner. People bumped into you with every turn, resulting in scowls and foul language from some particularly angry customers. You’d had to ask people to repeat themselves four different times because of the clamor and been asked because of that if it were really right for a woman to be working. On top of all that, you wore heels today so your feet want to fall off and the store’s air conditioning hardly works, meaning hot sweat drips down your back and soaks your hairline.
Despite the annoying customers and the math involved, you’re almost grateful to work at the cash register now instead of work on the floor when you hear the horrific sound of gagging nearby. Your coworker Arthur rushes past you, mop already in hand.
Raising your eyebrows at the situation, you shake your head and take stock of everything a middle-aged man in front of you sets on the counter. He wears a dark suit and a cap to hide what you assume is a balding head. He’s muttering something to himself as thick beads of sweat slide down his face, over the patches of red dotting his cheeks and forehead and collecting on his upper lip. Every time he says something, a bead flings off its place above his lip, landing on the counter in front of you.
You cringe but reach for his items and pull them closer. Flipping the page on your notepad, you begin writing the costs of everything down.
“Do you not bother to keep your customers happy here?”
Hi! I really liked your hc!!! and I also would like a head canon with the RFA +Saeran, V and Vanderwood with MC as the Daughter of a Yakuza boss (sorry if my english is bad)
You’re English is just fine, sweetie! Thank you for your request!
OKAY! Quick explanation about the whole “Yakuza” thing. So, like, I know that technically Yakuza are the Japanese mob, and everyone is Korean in game, but I’m a lazy sack of shit who didn’t know what to write in replacement of that that would be more appropriate, but… we’ll just have to roll with it because I have no idea what else to put down.
Also, before we get into the specifics, here’s a few wide-spanning ideas between them;
MC was the illegitimate second child of the Boss
She has an older half-brother, who is 10 years older
Her biological mother died when she was a baby
Her step-mother was the one who insisted on taking her in, and loved her like a real daughter because she was so freaking cute as a little one
She knows self-defense because her brother taught her
She knows how to act like a proper, respectable woman because her stepmother taught her
Her father’s underlings all dote on her as well
Yoosung is super scared to meet her family when she tells him
“I didn’t want to tell you about each other unless things got really serious.”
They go to her family home and he’s nothing but respectful and terrified as her stepmother serves the tea
MC never removes her hand from him both as reassurance and to protect him
Her stepmother loves how earnest he is
The thing that ultimately convinces her family that he’s the proper fit for MC is when one of the Underlings that’s had a crush on her since they were teenagers starts hitting on her while she’s showing Yoosung around
Yoosung goes a little yandere, steps very obviously between MC and the guy, puts his arm around her, and glares very scarily at this guy
“Hi, I’m Yoosung. Her fiancé. And you are?” “[says his name].” “Hm, funny, MC’s never mentioned you before.”
Immediately they’re sold. Hell, they help plan the wedding.
Well… they didn’t immediately jump for joy
Jaehee really wasn’t sure what to expect when MC led her to a very nice, traditional house
She was ever a little frightened by the people around the entrance, even if she greeted these scary people warmly
It wasn’t until they started doting on her and calling her little pet names from when she was baby that Jaehee understands that they’re like family and she has nothing to fear
When MC’s brother sees Jaehee, he laughs, but asks if Jaehee knows anything about protecting someone
Jaehee is a little offended, so does a judo throw of the older brother
Father and stepmother witness this as well, MC starts laughing and kisses Jaehee for her impressive performance
Stepmother is cautious, but approves of Jaehee being very polite, kind, and hardworking
Father is… well, he’s torn
He was expecting his daughter to present him with a strapping young suitor that he could scare -away- into submission
Instead he gets a woman who he just doesn’t know how to intimidate because she’s faced down the C&R household along with various other CEO and chairmans and walked out without a sweat
But at least his daughter is happy
After they’re home, Jaehee’s knees buckle from the nerves and she’s so happy that they approved of her
He used to be in a gang, but this… this is a whole new level
But he does know the culture, plus he’s an actor, so he’s able to be confident and friendly when he meets her family for the first time
Zen is immediately fawned over by her stepmother because (a) he’s so handsome and (b) she’s a fan of his.
He reluctantly admits to formerly being part of a gang, and earns the respect of the brother
That just leaves her father who has been eyeing him suspiciously ever since he learned Zen was an actor
His biggest concern is not if he can protect her, but if he’s (a) good enough and (b) will be true to her.
When her father pulls Zen aside to question him about his willingness to be faithful, Zen tells him about the Echogirl incident and says that he would do it again a thousand times, just to be with MC
The father just says, “If you ever hurt her, no one will find your body.”
“I would never dream of it,” Zen says. “Even if you didn’t threaten me.”
Jumin is not an easy to intimate man, so when they show up at her father’s home, he just walks in without flinching
He’s the perfect gentleman
MC’s stepmother approves of him quickly because he’s handsome, charming, and very successful
The men of the family aren’t so easily convinced
They know his father’s history with women, and even if they know about the RFA party and everything that happened, they’re still concerned that he’s going to cheat on her
He actually gets kind of scary when her brother implies he will sleep around like his father
Because, even the thought of anyone hurting his love is offensive
Her father ends up speaking up and admitting that, once, when they were children, MC and Jumin actually met
It was at a party at a yacht club that the Han family and he were part of
Her father remembers two things from that party; (1) Chairman Han trying to buy out his business to “legitimize” it and (2) Jumin being kind of a jerk to a younger MC
Granted, Jumin was like, 8 or 9, and she was maybe 4 or 5, so it’s a bit of a hard judge, but MC followed him around that whole party because he was so pretty, and little Jumin thought she was annoying and accidentally made her cry
So of course her doting father still doesn’t forgive him
Meanwhile Jumin immediately apologizes for that, and MC is laughing because it’s an adorable story and Jumin is being ridiculous for apologizing for something that happened so long ago
The men of her family manage to ease up after seeing his reaction, but remain wary
As far as MC sees it, as long her family and his father don’t cause problems, everything will be fine
He comes prepared with all their information memorized and a bribe of three boxes of Honey Buddha Chips
They’re impressed with his bribe, and when they ask about his job, they’re terrified
Because Saeyougn starts listing off their personal information (SS#, drivers liscense, birth name, date and place of birth, favorite internet search, last 20 things they individually purchased, etc)
They’re terrified, realize he’s a hacker, and they just kind of nod and say, “yeah, okay. We’re good. Please don’t hack us.”
Then they see how happy he make MC
As their leaving, Saeyoung says, “I think that went well.”
“Well as it could go.”
“I can’t believe they didn’t try to kill me after the whole ‘apartment bomb’ thing”
“They don’t know, and if you tell them, my father will find a way to kill you and make you disappear.”
V meets the brother first
“I don’t approve,” the brother says. “You can’t protect her if anything happens.”
“I can protect her in my own way.”
“Have you ever seen anyone attack a blind man?”
“…well no, but-”
“And if a blind man - or the woman he was with - were being attacked, wouldn’t you want to do something?”
“I may not be able to fight, but I can protect her.”
He’s earned points with father and stepmother immediately after this
Brother is still cautious, but he doesn’t go against his parents wishes
When he shows up, her family isn’t sure what to think of him
I mean, from the white hair to the black clothes…. he seems… interesting
But then they see the look in his eyes
He ends up fitting right in
MC would be surprised, except she knows she has a type
her father even briefly considers offering him a job
He didn’t once try to kill her brother, what?
Okay, but seriously, he didn’t expect to walk into the den of a mob boss when going to meet her parents
But it did explain a few things
Like why she wasn’t afraid of pretty much anything
And how she manages to keep such a cool head in crisis situations
MC is really clever, too, in that she knows how her family would react to knowing his former occupation (in that they’d either want to hire him as muscle or kill him), so she lies to them about it
She says he worked security at a data management facility (she’s not wrong)
Her father legitimately asks Vanderwood to go in for an interview with the security team at his (shady) business
Much to Vanderwoods surprise, things go remarkably well, and he’s invited to join them for dinner again
He’s so glad he ignored his survival instincts for once and didn’t run away
Noora: Yes! Like, for example, that guy Yousef, do you know him well?
Noora: Yeah, your brother’s buddy.
Sana: Hmm, no, not so well.
Noora: Well, he was quite charming.
Sana: If you find immaturity charming…
Noora: Sana, he did seem quite mature.
Sana: Believe me, you don’t want a muslim boy.
Noora: Why not?
Sana: Because just..believe me, they’re together with Norwegian girls just to use them. And as soon as they become serious, when they actually want to have a proper woman in their life, they marry a muslim girl, and they’ll ditch you. Noora: Don’t you think that’s a bit of a generalising thing to say, or..?
Sana: It isn’t generalising. Muslims can only marry muslims. It says so in the Quran. And why are we really talking about Yousef? Aren’t you together with William?
(Noora turns away quietly)
Sana: Or what…what’s going on between the two of you?
Noora: Um..Well, you know about why I didn’t come…why I came back from London?
Sana: Because he was working all the time. Wasn’t that it?
Noora: But..or.. that’s kind of not the whole truth.
Mari (off screen): Hey!
Mari: I was just wondering, aren’t you on a bus?
Noora: Yes, yeah. It’s…a russ bus.
Mari: We’re looking for someone to buy ours when we’re done with it, so I thought of asking you.
Sana: How much do you want for it?
(The girl looks at Sana)
Noora: Oh! Sana’s also on the bus.
Mari: Yes. Uh, 300.000.*
Mari: We’re selling our bus.
Vilde: Really? We’re very, very interested!
Noora: Yeah? 300.000..*cough*
Vilde: That’s the price of a bus.. When could we come see it, then?
Mari: During the week? I’ll text you.
Vilde: Sure! Bye!
Noora: Hello! We can’t start buying buses for 300.000 kroner! We’re five people..!
Vilde: That’s the price of a bus.. Look, all the buses are being sold now, so if we’re gonna buy one in May 2018 it’s not gonna work. We need to buy one now, or there’ll be no bus.
Magnus: I can join you. On the bus. If you need people.
Sana: I agree with Vilde.
Noora: We don’t have 300.000 kroner!!
Sana: It’s not like they need the money tomorrow. We’ll fix it.
Noora: How’re we supposed to just fix it?
Vilde: You know what, Noora? You have to read this book that I’m reading now, it’s called The Secret, and it’s about that if you let the universe do it, everything will manifest itself in your life. You just have to be receptive.
Magnus: You..know so much about the universe! How?
Vilde: I’m very interested in the universe. Like planets and stuff. And stars. The stars are shining-**
Magnus: You’re a star you know.
Vilde: That I’m yours?
Vilde: You’re mine! You’re my sun! The sun is a star.
(Screen goes black)
*NOK 300.000 is about the same as €32900/$35175/£27655
**Vilde is saying, for some reason, “The stars are shining!” in Swedish. :)
Also, I know it might sound lame that I translate that they’re “on a bus”, but that’s literally what we’re saying in Norway when talking about russ buses. Å være på buss/To be on a bus = It means who we’re planning to share the russ bus with.
Request: Can I request a TommyxReader where they’re married but she’s crazy protective over Tommy. She can kick ass and she ain’t scared of anyone. So scenario is Tommy’s doing business and it seems fishy and sure enough, something goes wrong while wifey is there. The second Tommy’s safety is jeopardized, she goes ape shit on everyone? Please and thank you!
Like Hell - Tommy Shelby
Before you married Tommy Shelby you lived in London. More specifically you lived with your grandfather and uncle, both men were gangsters in their own right. They were top rank in a gang of men who were ruthless and unforgiving. You grew up in that world, as a child you used to take money back and forth. The older you got the more responsibility they rested upon you until you were able to hold your own. Then you met Thomas Shelby, purely by accident.
He had a meeting with your uncle and you had sat in. You had gone your entire life not being the slightest bit bothered with men. All the ones you met were demeaning, they saw a young woman who could take care of herself and felt the immediate need to try in put you in your place. That never sat well with you and so you had never tried to find someone worthy of loving. Until you met Tommy.
(This may have spoiler for those who haven’t seen season 2!!)
- The parents of each Sensate have all seen at least one foreign language being sung from their child’s mouth. When pressed the children didn’t know that they had been singing a Icelandic lullaby or a religious chant in Hindi. They were just singing what was in their head.
Once when Nomi was in a row with her parents, she yelled at them in Swahili for about ten minutes. She was locked in her room for being a ‘devil child’ not long after.
- Every Sensate aside from Sun was proficient with chopsticks as soon as they touched them. Didn’t even have to be shown how to use them, they just did with the ease of someone being raised on using them.
- Wolfgang once got dared to jump onstage at a club by Felix and mess around with the set up there. He proceeded to drop the sickest beats for several minutes before he was escorted off stage. He was offered a job there not long after but he declined as he didn’t know where to begin with DJ-ing.
- Lito was only in a fight once when he was younger, and he managed to break the kids’ arm with a ridiculous form of martial arts. The view of this super tough and manly boy persisted through the years, and is one of the reasons he was picked up for his first movie as an action role.
Lito has no idea what happened between the first punch and the kid crying at his feet, but he felt p o w e r f u l.
- Riley has broken out of handcuffs no more than five times despite never learning how to do so. She’s impressed a lot of people with that trick.
- The first time Capheus ever went on a computer, he shut down a large portion of the power grid with his 'messing around’. He still has no memory of being taught what internet explorer even was, but sometimes he dreams of long codes and in his sleep his fingers twitch against invisible keys.
- Though she has no idea how, Sun managed to pass her final chemistry test in high school with flying colours to secure her the grades needed for university/college. Her professor couldn’t explain how she’d done it as they’d already checked her for cheating, but Sun couldn’t even explain what possessed her to write several pages on parts of chemistry even her fellow students hadn’t known.
- Will became best friends with Diego after he proceeded to do some dope and fancy bar tending skills at a party they were both invited to. Despite the fact Will couldn’t hold the liquor he expertly poured and Diego was stuck holding him upright a few hours later, the latter knew that this boy was going to be his best friend, even if it only was for his fancy cocktails.
(Will claimed he has no idea how to make any of those fancy drinks, and Diego always thought he was holding out on him until he met Lito and kind of went “ahhhh…you’re the fancy bar dude.”)
- Kala won’t tell anyone how she managed to get an important business partner for her work from Korea, but even she’s not entirely sure how she apparently managed to seduce the young man with her dry humour and quick Korean. To this day Kala still doesn’t know what she did, but now most people at work go to her for business advice as she apparently has the know how??
- The sensates sometimes had moments when they were younger of almost dysphoria.
There were days when Nomi almost felt okay in her body prior to the surgery. She can almost feel phantom full hips and budding breasts, and for once she didn’t feel like she was wearing a false skin. She felt totally and completely female both outside and in, and not even her family could take that away on those days.
In contrast there were days where the others didn’t feel comfortable in their bodies. A crawling sensation on their skin as they were hyper aware of what made up their sex. Days where the boys found themselves almost looking longingly at skirts and flowing tops, and feeling uncomfortable with their scratchy stubble. On those days the other girls couldn’t help but feel oddly grateful in their bodies, and more self-confident than usual.
- Sexuality was another confusing aspect when the sensates grew up.
There were days where Will found himself looking at men with a sexual desire he had only ever felt towards women. He was straight (was being the key word here) but sometimes he found himself being turned off by the thought of full thighs and long hair wrapped around his hands.
Kala occasionally found herself gazing after the soft dark skin of girls walking by, immediately feeling ashamed after as that wasn’t something a proper Indian woman should do according to her family. But the older she got the more she grew accepting of the idea of loving both sexes. And when she finally connected with the others, she could feel acceptance within them.
Lito will always be a gay man. That’s who he is and always will be, but the lines of sexes blurs whenever he is with the sensates, and it reminds him of the feelings of his childhood where sometimes he didn’t even know who he was or what he liked.
“S e r J a i m e ?” Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman. “I am grateful, but…you were well away. Why come back?” A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. “I d r e a m e d o f y o u ,” he said.
A/N: I haven’t posted in a while, lol. I’m sorry about that. What a surprise, another Dylan O'Brien imagine since there will never be enough in the world. Remember requests are always open and so are ship requests! xxx Love you all! x
Relationship?: Dylan x reader
Imagine Type?: Fluff, so much fluff!
It is my first day. Oh My God! First day. I am finally pursuing my dreams of filming a movie! The best part is that Dylan O'Brien is the lead in the film. Me. Y/F/N. Is filming a movie with Dylan O'Brien. American Assassin. Before I was told I was hired for the job of the female lead, I read and reread the book and studied the script so carefully that I always accidently said lines from the movie in public making me look like a complete idiot. But who cares, I’m gonna be in a movie with my all time crush. I’ve had a crush on him since his first movie, High Road. His acting was so good for his age and plus he was just really damn adorable.
I made my way to the first filming location to properly introduce myself to the rest of the amazing cast, including the one and only Dylan O’Brien. I parked my car close by the entrance and walked towards security to assure that I was had to go through to the set. “Hi, my name is Y/F/N. I’m g-” you started. “Don’t worry, I know who you are, you can go through, Y/N.” he politely interrupted. I sweetly smiled at him and the security guard wished me good luck for the following months to come. My heart started to beat faster and faster within each step I took. What if the cast didn’t like me? What if Dylan didn’t like me? What if they all hate me? Suddenly, all the happy thoughts were bombarded by a hurricane of negativity. You weren’t going to let that happen, this was your first day of shooting, the first day of many and you were going to enjoy it whether anyone liked it or not.
The directors of the movie were waiting outside of set, backs leaning against the walls until everyone arrived. “Hi, Y/N. How are you?” I shook their hands and replied. “I’m doing great, thanks. Am I late?” Michael shook his head and laughed. “No, not at all. In fact, you’re the second person to arrive. Sanaa is inside, you can go introduce yourselves. I’m sure Dylan, Taylor and Michael should be coming soon.” He opened the door for me and smiled at me. I smiled at him and saw Shiva sitting on the sofa on her phone.
“H-hi, Sanaa. I’m Y/N. How’re you doing?” you asked, happily. “Hi, it’s so good to finally see you. I’m doing really well, thank you. How are you?” she responded. “I’m great, just really excited.” you said, warmly. “Excited for late night shooting or excited for the dangerous amount of coffee we may need to drink to stay up?” she chuckled and sat down while patting down the space next to her, signalling you to also sit down on the sofa. “This is my first proper movie and the best part is always meeting the cast for the first time. To me, probably one of the most exciting parts of filming.” Sanaa’s eyes widened. “First proper movie? Jeez, woman. This is a pretty big break then, if it’s your first.” I bobbed your head and grinned. We both jerked our heads towards the door when we heard it being opened once again.
“Hi, guys. Who’s ready for some hard core filming?” you smiled as Dylan walked through the door. His hair was sticking all over the place but still managed to look gorgeous. His golden honey eyes glistened in the light and his cute little upturned nose just looked so damn adorable. The same guy I liked years ago was standing right in front of me, Dylan O’Brien. “H-hi, Dylan. I’m Y/N.” I smiled graciously. “Yeah, I know who you are, I did a lot of research on you… And now that sounds like I’m a crazy stalker. Great first impressions, Dyl.” I giggled. “Hi, Dylan. I’m Sanaa.” she shook his hand and he replied. “Hi Sanaa, it’s nice to meet you.” She stood back up from the sofa, “I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be back in a minute. “Okay, bye. Sanaa.” I kindly said.
“Do you think Sanaa will mind if I steal her seat for a bit?” I smiled at Dylan and shook my head. “Nope, I don’t think so.” Dylan groaned as he sat down and I twisted my body around so I were facing him and he did the same. He leaned his head against his hand on the back of the sofa and just stared at me. “What is it?” I asked curiously. “You’re just a lot prettier in real life. Not that you weren’t pretty in your short movies and stuff. You’re just even more beautiful now.” I felt a hot blush rise to your cheeks. “I’m really not that pretty, Dylan.” I responded. “Trust me, you’re probably the most attractive woman I have ever met.” Dylan scooted closer to me. “Then, in that case. You are the most handsome guy I have ever met.” I moved closer to Dylan.
Oh my god, he just called me pretty. No, he called me the most attractive woman he had ever met. Jesus Christ, this is actually happening. He could most likely hear my heartbeat from where he is sitting, it’s literally like a hammer smashing against a wooden table.Okay, this is happening. Get a grip, Y/N, you can do this! Let’s not die today, Y/N. We’ve 100% got this, don’t mess it up. Stop thinking and actually do something, Y/N!
Dylan moved his hand on top of mine and gently squeezed it. “Do you believe in ‘love at first sight’?” I hesitantly nodded my head. “Yeah, I do.” Our faces were right in front of each other and I could feel his hot breath fanning my face. His free hand cupped my hair and his thumb slowly stroked my cheek. “You’re so damn stunning.” he leaned forward and his lips crashed into mine. Like he was running out of oxygen and I was the only thing that could keep him alive. I snaked my arm around his neck and played with the little hairs on the back of his head which caused him to moan into your mouth. Our lips were moving so perfectly against each other, like this was the 1000th time we’ve kissed.
We quickly separated when the door freed open and Sanaa was standing by the entrance, mouth wide open. “I leave you guys for 5 minutes and you already suck each other’s faces off. Kids, huh? I will never be able to get that imagine out of my head.” she laughed and sat down on the chair opposite the sofa. I glanced back at Dylan and chuckled when I saw lipstick smudged above his lip. I lifted my hand and swiped it off with the tip of my thumb. “You might wanna re-apply your lipstick, it’s kind of just completely gone, basically just ended up on me.” Dylan smirked as I brought my phone up to my face to use the camera and he was right, literally nothing left. “Oops, what happened here? You know what? I’m not going to re-apply more, it would be a waste later.” I winked at Dylan and lightly kissed his cheek. “I think I’m falling in love, Sanaa.” he stated.
Cute drabbles about some awkward Chocobos and their failed
attempts to flirt. @xionroxas sent in this cute little request a few days ago
and I’ve just gotten around to actually getting it up. I’m an extremely awkward
person so any time I can experience the awkwardness of others is great. So,
without further ado, please enjoy some cute and awkward high school chocobos.
Side note: I know Nyx is older but I needed someone for
Gladio’s scenario and he fit the bill.
This got a little long…but I refuse to apoligize for this cuteness.
Fetishization of South Asian Women in "Lakmé" by Delibes
Madame Butterfly by Giacomo Puccini has been rightfully criticized by many East Asians for its portrayal of East Asian women as being submissive and weak. However, in terms of the portrayals of South Asian women in opera, I’d like to talk a bit about the French opera Lakmé, by Léo Delibes, especially as a Tamil-Canadian girl who likes listening to opera.
Lakmé is essentially Madame Butterfly set in a very orientalist version of India, or the British Raj. It tells the story of a Hindu priestess named Lakmé, who falls in love with a British officer named Gérald after he trespasses on temple grounds. She all but gives up everything to be with Gérald, but when he leaves her to return to his duties as an officer, Lakmé commits suicide through ingesting a poisonous leaf. The portrayal of India and Indian people, especially Indian women, in this opera is just as offensive as the portrayal of Japan and Japanese women in Madame Butterfly.
In fact, in Act I of the opera, when Gérald, his companion Frédéric, and two British ladies decide to have a picnic on temple grounds, they compare European women to South Asian women. The two ladies claim that Indian women, while they may be passionate, don’t know how to truly love a man. This is pure exoticism and orientalism of Indian women, already fetishizing Indian women as being sex goddesses who are skilled in the ways of the Kama Sutra. The lines from the libretto go like this:
“Ces beautés célestes savent tout charmer, mais nous, plus modestes, nous savons aimer”. (“These divine beauties know how to charm to the fullest, but we more modest women know how to love”)
Gérald also falls in love with Lakmé partly because of her ‘exotic’ appearance. Furthermore, when Lakmé’s father finds out about Gérald trespassing on temple grounds, he has Lakmé lure Gérald in a bazaar by singing. It’s a typical Western fantasy of temple girls dancing seductively in the bazaar, which contrasts the 'exotic modesty’ that Lakmé displays throughout. It also shows the 'exotic’ music and culture as nothing more than tourist attractions to the British.
After Gérald is stabbed by Lakmé’s father, Lakmé secretly takes him into a grove and heals him back to health. The lengths that Lakmé goes through to save the enemy of her father is very much similar to the dedication that Cio-Cio-san shows towards Pinkerton in Madame Butterfly. Speaking of which, this brings up my next point: Orientalism.
Orientalist views towards the East often divided both West and East into two categories. West was seen as rational, masculine, powerful, superior, and wealthy. East, on the other hand, was seen as feminine, exotic, sensual, wild, and poor. This was a very common theme in a lot of works in the 19th century: a white explorer, personifying the West, travels to a foreign land and has an affair with an 'exotic’ local woman, who personifies the excessively feminine and sensual East. However, the affair ultimately ends with the explorer travelling back and marrying a 'proper’ white woman, while the 'exotic’ woman is undone as a consequence. Gérald discovers that this affair was no more than a fantasy, while Lakmé is crushed for being 'exotic’, just like Cio-Cio-san.
As a Tamil-Canadian girl, Lakmé just makes me very uncomfortable. It’s almost like a glorification of British colonialism in India, which destroyed so many people, and the orientalist portrayals of India and Indian women repulses me a lot. This opera essentially portrays an innocent Indian woman falling in love with an undeserving white British man, whose callous abandonment of her drives her to commit suicide. It’s no different from Madame Butterfly, where a Japanese woman falls in love with an undeserving white American man, whose remarriage to a white American woman drives her to commit suicide as well.
Lakmé is an example of fetishization towards Indian and South Asian women, portraying them as modestly sensual and making them as nothing more than an 'exotic’ conquest of the white man. This opera came long before Puccini’s Madame Butterfly, but it set the foundations of very harmful and hypersexualized stereotypes of South Asian women being 'exotic’ and sensual, and as nothing more than a conquest of the white man.
who imagines Rhys talking like some 1920s gentleman like ‘oh yes that’s the spirit darling pip pip and toodaloo’ and Feyre being a proper 21st century woman like 'awh he’s such a cute muppet I love him’ I mean idk it’s probably just me but it makes me laugh every time 🤴🏻
Warnings: none (This was actually supposed to be the smut chapter and the last in the series, but like, it was reaching 4k words and read mores don’t work on mobile even though I SWEAR TO GOD I’ve seen them work. I just didn’t want to be a dick to mobile readers so this is like, part 5 part 1, I’m so sorry. On the upside all the smut will be in one special, like, sanctuary for you on lonely nights.)
The years haven’t been kind to you or Ivar, both being forced to suffer alone in your separate worlds. When the army comes and claims Northumbria, you run away to your long parted love, never looking back.
#CAN I JUST TALK A LOT#ABOUT MY FEELINGS ABOUT DEAN & WOMEN // please? i really want to hear this actually! //settles in to listen
Hee, Becky. You indulge me. They’re mostly scattered, but to start off–the main thing (which will be a shock to you I’m sure) is that I just like how nuanced Dean’s interactions with the other sex can be. Like, for example:
He appreciates women on a purely aesthetic level–not afraid of waggling his eyebrows, ooh she’s hot, like with Piper (”She smelled good, too!”)
Simultaneously, that aesthetic appreciation doesn’t devalue them as people, at all. They’re not objects to fuck–he’s not looking for a pretty fleshlight, because otherwise he’d pick up prostitutes. He likes to get to know the person inside the pretty flesh.
With that said, though, he doesn’t put women on a pedestal, which is so great. They’re people, just as much as men are, and he’s perfectly willing to see all of their flaws. He doesn’t seem to treat them as especially fragile, or even special. See how he deals with Jo’s little claim of sexism when she wants to be a hunter–it’s not that she’s a girl, it’s that she’s an amateur, and he’s not at all afraid to tell her so even if he initially wanted to get into her pants.
Some people would point to Dean actually skewing into sexism, particularly in the early years with how the female villains were all called ‘bitches,’ which admittedly is not so PC. However, when Dean said it, I never got the sense that he was aiming his vitriol at those villains as women; he called them bitches in the same way that he called the male villains ‘dicks’. Not gendered, really, just general invective. (Though they have toned that down a lot in more recent years, which is probably for the best.) However–look at how unthinkable it would be for Dean to call a woman who wasn’t interested in hooking up a bitch. He would never, ever. That’s the difference, and it’s a fantastic one.
Think of the scene that prompted this–Pretty Waitress comes up to him and gets his attention, and he’s perfectly happy to have his attention got even if he has no idea who she is. And then she slaps him, and he goes, “Welp, okay,” and walks off. No hard feelings. Think also of when we first met Lisa, where he walked in hoping for a weekend of bendy banging. When he’s confronted with a kid and a birthday party, what does he do? He doesn’t storm off and find some other chick. He just–resignedly eats birthday cake, and still has a pretty good time, and doesn’t blame Lisa for one second. His self-esteem isn’t wrapped up in acceptance or rejection by women, even though his (brief) relationships with women are important to him. How healthy is that! How fantastic! Especially in a rugged male hero!
Going off of that, but also going back to point three: I think it’s great that in many ways Dean (as a character) rejects a lot of the traditional elements of rugged male hero. He’ll rescue a damsel in distress if he has to, but he’d actually prefer that the woman stand up on her own feet. Think about, say, the girl from Wendigo–he flirted with her and saved her, sure (though in fact Sam had to save Dean as the damsel, which again is a nice little reversal), but he really liked that she was willing to stomp off into the woods to save her family. It’s not even that he necessarily likes the take-charge women more–it’s just that he doesn’t require damsel behavior in order to look at a woman as a “proper woman.” Fragility is fine, but not required.
There’s all sorts of other stuff, of course. He lies to women through his teeth about his real job and his history, but the essence of who he is still shines through. He’s happy to bang them and happy to walk away. I think there’s a (misguided) reading of Dean that, because he treats women as ‘sex objects’ somehow he’s anti-feminist, or something, but there’s nothing wrong with cheerily liking sex. It seems to me that, because he’s willing to let women be wrong and stupid and evil, he’s actually quite feminist in his own way. –but now I have to run omg so I can’t go on at even greater length, so–abrupt ending!