that woman looks a lot like her

Effect of Flannel (2/?)

by cat-danvers

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Kara Danvers/Cat Grant

Summary:  Cat Grant takes a leave of absence from CatCo and goes away to a hidden cabin retreat in Minnesota where she meets the owner and literal lumberjill Kara Danvers

Chapter Summary: Cat gets to know Kara a little better over her favorite drink.


“Please come in, Miss Grant.”

Cat stepped into Kara’s cabin feeling uncharacteristically nervous. The place was nice: It looked a lot like her own cabin - with polished wood floors, stairs, the sitting room at the far end -, but in a smaller scale and nowhere near as pompous. It immediately made her feel warm and at home, and she suddenly realized just how frivolous her own cabin was.

She rubbed the dirt from her sneakers on the doormat before following Kara through the cabin until they reached the sitting room. Here, the younger woman took a red flannel shirt that was perched on a rocking chair and gracefully threw it over the tank top she was wearing while politely gesturing for Cat to sit.

Cat would be lying if she said she wasn’t disappointed that the godlike biceps were gone, although she was definitely glad she could think properly again. Taking a seat on a comfortable leather couch, Cat stared at Kara expectantly while she finished buttoning up her shirt.

When she was done she looked up and found Cat unapologetically staring.The older woman refused to look away this time and Kara blushed prettily at the attention, adjusting her glasses shyly.

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“Is that the reason you’re still single? Are you too busy for a relationship?”,she wanted to know, as they cuddled on his bed, a box of pizza right in front of them.

“Huh?”, he looked at her in surprise.

Bianca elaborated: “To be honest, I’ve been wondering. You’re not exactly a bad catch. I bet a lot of woman would love to date a doctor; besides, you’re good looking – and charming. So what’s the problem?”

Don grinned. “I like what you tell me. So I’m good looking and charming. What else?”

“Oh, come on, I’m sure you know that!”, she replied.

“Well, I do, but I still enjoy hearing it from you”, he teased and started to kiss her.

my opinion on twenty one pilots 

  1. amelia earhart - first woman to fly across the atlantic ocean solo, i mean if that’s not badass what is 
  2. charles lindbergh - apparently his nicknames were slim, lucky lindy, and the lone eagle i guess that’s cool 
  3. bessie coleman - first black woman and first native american woman to hold a pilot’s license, also badass, a cool gal 
  4. jacqueline cochran - apparently one of the most gifted racing pilots of her generations, that’s rad
  5. bob hoover - it doesn’t say much about him but he’s wearing a cool hat in his photo, i approve
  6. louis bleriot - this dude has a big mustache
  7. buzz aldrin - you know him, you love him, good ol’ buzz
  8. steve fossett - first person to fly non-stop around the world in a balloon, i commend him 
  9. chelsey sullenburger - a true icon of our generation
  10. jeane yeager - the first non-stop, non-refueled flight around the world in the rutan voyager aircraft apparently? that’s sweet
  11. glenn curtiss - apparently he started as a bicycle racer, and was like you know what, let’s try out planes. this dude has ambition and i can respect that 
  12. hanna reitsch - germany’s most famous test pilot and a nazi, not cool
  13. dick rutan - apparently flew the same flight with jeane yeager yet the plane was named after him, rude. don’t like him and his name seems made up
  14. harriet quimby - first woman to gain a pilot’s license in the us and again, has a cool hat. idk what it is but pilot’s sure do like their hats 
  15. antoine de saint-exupéry - a rich french dude, i know nothing else about him
  16. dogulas bader - idk but he’s smoking a pipe in photo tho so obvious he’s going for some kind of look 
  17. wiley post - first pilot to fly around the world, like one day he just decided to do it, i mean good job i guess but i would not do that 
  18. howard hughes - a business man and owner of hughes aircraft company? apparently he had a lot of money?
  19. richard e. byrd - no personal feelings on this guy from the 5 seconds i spend researching the topic 
  20. raymonde de loche - she seems cool i like her
  21. amy johnson - john travolta was before her in google but i’m not putting him on this list, she’s got the typical aviator glasses on in the photo and seems cool. i like her

and thus concludes my opinion on twenty one pilots

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so lately I’ve been reading a lot about Joyce Carol Vincent, a British woman who died alone in her flat age 38 in 2003 and her body wasn’t found for 3 years. this poor woman died completely alone no one was there for her and stupidly enough the first thing I thought when I saw photos of her is wow she’s too beautiful to die alone she doesn’t look like loner material. it was my shallow instinctual reaction. but reading more about her I realized what a truly isolated person she was her beauty couldn’t shield her from pain and suffering. 

she was born to an Indian mother and West Indian father. her parents were from Grenada her mom died when she was 11 and her dad was neglectful and possibly even abusive so her 4 sisters had to raise her, but when Joyce was 16 she left home and went to work as a secretary at big name law firms. she was beautiful smart funny cool stylish popular, this is the testimony of ppl who knew her. but inside there was always some sadness she never really got close to anyone and always lost touch with friends and drifted out of ppl’s lives after awhile.

men were always after her and followed her around and she dated a music producer who took her to dinner with Stevie Wonder she talked to Isaac Hayes on the phone was friends with Betty Wright and even shook Nelson Mandela’s hand at a concert. she was a high flyer and upwardly mobile at one point but there were certain things like possible past abuse traumatizing her she could never keep a job or stay put. one of her white bfs wouldn’t marry her bc he was scared of his racist white dad and of the stigma of having biracial kids and men used to grope her at work, and she would just quit the job and not show up the next day. Joyce was eventually beaten by a Polish boyfriend who would lock her in his apartment and she had to move into a domestic abuse shelter to escape him and after that she totally cut off contact with all friends and family. 

she moved into a subsidized flat funded by an organization for battered women and the year before she died she was hospitalized for a peptic ulcer and was suffering from asthma issues. the last time one of Joyce’s closest friends had seen her was when she was crashing on his sofa and living there. she pretended to go to work at a law office everyday but he found out she was actually a cleaning lady at a cheap motel so she became embarrassed at him finding out and left his home. she died sometime in late 2003 in her flat most likely from ulcer complications and sunk down onto the rug while wrapping Christmas presents, which she was probably going to give to her old friends who she might’ve been wanting to reconnect with. her family tried to hire a private detective to find her and he found her address, which they mailed, but of course the letters were  just piled up inside her house and she was already dead. the TV set was turned onto BBC1 and the window was slightly open and since the flat was subsidized the TV set and electricity ran for 3 years no one broke in and no one smelled her body decaying since her flat was near a dumpster and it already smelled anyways. it was only when the automatic payments from Joyce’s savings fund ran out and she owed thousands of dollars the authorities broke in and found her skeletonized body in front of the still running TV set. it’s such a tragic story and I really love Joyce as a person and wish she had a better life no one deserves to be forgotten like that

Stevie [Part 1/4]

Prompt : Based on @shittyauswhere a superhero has to deal with a supervillain who thinks they’re their best friend

Pairing : Steve Rogers x OC

Genre : Good ol’ crack and fluff  |   Warning : none

Author’s Note : IT’S BEEN SO LONG AND I’M FINALLY HERE AGAIN AND I MISSED YOU GUYS SO I hope you guys will like this! <3 let me know what you think! this is going to be a 2/3 chaptered fix so yay!

PART 2  |  PART 3

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“He’s not moving.” Bucky mumbled and nudged Natasha’s arm, lips twisted into an amused smile.

“I know.” Natasha hisses back, hands on her waist while she watched her friend’s jaw dropped in shock.

Once they realized this will take lot longer than they expected, they started to look around the destroyed park and took a seat on the only standing bench near them, eyes still trained on Steve and the woman standing in front of him.

“She’s cute.” Bucky commented after a while.

“For a supervillain.” Natasha nodded, lightly chuckling at the slight twitch of Steve’s eyes when the woman’s face brightened.

* * *

“[Y/N].”

“HELLO, STEVIE!” She pranced towards him. Pranced. Steve could hear Bucky laughing behind him and it took every willpower in him not to throw his shield at his best friend.

Steve let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. She had her hair tied in a high ponytail today and she was wearing a different shade of dark blue denim jacket.  God. He hated this and he hated himself more for paying attention to these kind of details. She stopped short in front of him, eyes twinkling with glee, which was never a good thing. God knows what else she had done aside from almost leveling the park to the ground and he didn’t want to think about that at all.

“You know I have to arrest you, right?”

“But I got us a table at the new restaurant around the block!” She gawked at him as if he was the evil one. God help him. Steve’s eyes twitched a little at her shocked expression. He’d tell her she was an adorable if it weren’t for the fact that she is a supervillain.

“And who did you threaten to get that reservation?”

“I did not threaten anyone.” She gasped in mock hurt, clutching her hand to her chest and Steve let out another sigh.

“Look! Here’s the ticket.” She took it out of her jacket pocket and showed it to him, smiling sheepishly when he noticed the names and the tiny red stain on the corner. “They’re not going to miss it.”

“Please tell me you didn’t kill them.” Steve groaned.

“I didn’t! They’re already dead, okay! I found this in the morgue when I was snooping around. And it’s a nice restaurant!”

Steve squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds and took a few deep breaths. He could still hear Natasha and Bucky laughing at him from across the park. Another sigh escaped his lips before he turned to face her again. She was still staring at him with her hopeful eyes and flushed cheeks and goddammit he wasn’t supposed to think she was cute. He wasn’t supposed to think about her at all. He snatched the ticket from her. Her face broke into a huge smile and he cursed himself when his heart did that stupid pit-a-pat thing. She destroyed a park. She just destroyed a park. Get a hold of yourself.

“So, are you going to pick me up at six? We could go to a little ice cream shop afterwards. The weather’s a bit chilly but we’re both kinda immune to that, right? We could bond and be friends. I even let you have a sleepover at my pl–HEY!”

“You’re coming with us, [Y/N].” Steve grumbled, sensing an oncoming headache while he cuffed her hands.

“I guess that’s a no on the dinner and ice cream?”

* * *

In retrospect, he probably should have seen it coming. Why else would they ask him to come to stop a robbery. Tony invented a fucking state-of-the-art stun gun that could help the bankers put down the robbers discreetly. The man even went down to the bank himself to teach them how to use it. Maria Hill only shook her head when he mentioned this and forced him to go and stop the robbery. She literally pushed him into the car, not giving him time to change, shove the shield inside, and slammed the car door shut before he could say anything. So much for a weekend, Steve thought,

“STEVIE!” Steve (along with Bucky and Sam who wanted to tag along) turned his head towards the building and gawked at her. She was standing by the window, flailing her arms around to get his attention. And she beamed. She fucking beamed when he finally caught her eyes.

“Your girlfriend’s real cute.” Sam snickered.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Keep telling yourself that, pal.” Bucky smacked Steve’s shoulder before he and Sam jogged away from him. Steve flipped them off and muttered a string of curse words as he made his way inside the bank.

She had rounded all civilians in a corner and was busy emptying the vault when he walked inside. Blue swirls of her power floated past him as she put the money inside another duffel bag.

“What the fuck is this, [Y/N].” Steve said before he could even stop himself. She pushed the plate of cookies towards him with her power and moved away from the empty vault. Steve fleetingly wondered what these civilians were thinking as they watched the interaction between [Y/N] and him.

“Cookies! Chocolate chip cookies! Fresh from the oven!” She grinned, taking a piece of the cookie. “I even bought you coffee,” she added as she took out a cup of starbucks coffee from under the table and for a moment, he was touched. The warm feeling quickly replaced with mild indignation when he read the name on the cup.

“Mr. Stan.” He looked up from the cup and  narrowed his eyes at her. “You stole this.”

“He was nowhere to be seen.” She shrugged. She casually took a sip from the cup before munching on her cookie.

“Come sit here, Steve.” She pat the chair next to her and gestured her other hand towards the frightened group of people. “I promise I’ll let them go.”

“…..fine.” He begrudgingly sat next to her, eyes fixed on her as she opened the door with a flick of her hand.

Her lips curled into a smile and she motioned at the opened door, voice light and cheerful as she spoke, “You’re free to go.”

“So…. How are you, Steve? You look good in leather jacket. I like it.” She was so bubbly and cheerful it threw him off for a good minute. She was wearing a similar brown leather jacket paired with a turtleneck and black skinny jeans. She even braided her hair today, he noticed.

“Why are so quiet? Are you pissed that I didn’t go to your thanksgiving dinner?” She asked again. “You know i was in jail, right?”

“I know. I PUT YOU THERE.” Steve groaned, slamming his head against the cold table.

She laid her head on the table and gave him a little smile when he opened his eyes. “Look at us, being friends and shit. We’d make a lovely couple too.”

“We’re not friends. You’re a villain, [Y/N].”

“Labels are not my thing.” She shrugged and rested her hand on his shoulder. Steve’s heart definitely did not skip a beat when she didn’t break eye contact with him and gave him the most adorable smile he has ever seen.

She hummed a little christmas tune and started to tell him about her days, oblivious to Steve’s inner turmoil.

“I saw your fat dog the other day. Kept it in my place while you were gone.”

“WHAT?!”

“Such a nice dog. I love him. I named him Eggtart.”

Steve buried his face in his arms and groaned. “So that’s why he never responded when I call his name.”

“ANYWAY… I think I want to borrow Eggtart again next week. I found a nice dog beach not far from here and I want to take him there. You’re free to join us if you want.”

“Eggtart is a ridiculous name.” Steve finally said after a while.

“So… you’re coming with me and Eggtart next week?”

Steve wished he could go into cryostasis and sleep for another century.

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This is the Dralloween candy I made :) Hope you guys like it! Harry is dressed as a Snitch (yeah, he didn’t even try and put together a costume in the last minute). Draco is dressed as Le petit Prince, and he spent a lot of time thinking about his costume, how it had to be kid friendly, and how he had to look good in it. Hermione wanted to go as genderbent Captain America, but Ron convinced her to go as a couple with matching costumes, so Wonder Woman and Superman. Special thanks to sliceosunshine for helping me with Harry’s costume!

I found out my friend’s husband saw Taylor last year while working as the bartender in the hotel she was staying at during the 1989 tour in DC. He said he didn’t know who she was at first, just that she was a gorgeous woman.

He said she said hello and asked how he was as she walked by - it was only when he saw her bodyguards, etc. that he put two and two together.

I tell you this because I think it says a lot about who Taylor really is that she would pause and say hello to the bartender. She could just as easily have walked through quickly without looking at anyone (she was headed to her room) and not given him the time of day and likely he and no one else would have thought anything of it.

It’s the things people do when no one’s ‘watching’ that tell you who someone really is and this is just one more example of the class act that is @taylorswift

Hey guys! This is my Elide. Yes it’s just a little warm up, and yes she does look “adultish”. I do know that Elide is young, Just like most of the female characters of TOG, BUT Elide has gone through a lot of pain. Since she has survived the prisoned time with her uncle, the time at Morath plus having to survive in the middle of the woods and the Valg creatures, I do consider her a woman not a girl. And I will try to make her younger when giving her the full treatment just because this isn’t exactly how I pictured her in the books. But here it is my very first attempt of Elide Lochan

Stop and Smell the Coffee

Tracer is gay confirmed, and her GF Emily is super cute. So I thought I’d write up this idea I had about them meeting for the first time. Enjoy.


Ever since the incident, Lena had been moving about faster than she ever had before. But no matter how fast she could move, she couldn’t move through long lines any faster. It’s not like she was running late. It’s just that slowing down always bothered her. She groaned as she was able to move forward a step. There was still three people ahead of her.

Her foot tapped against the wooden floor, clacking like a ticking clock. It wasn’t until she looked to the cafe window that she stopped. It took a lot to get Tracer to slow down, much less stop all together. At the table by the window had to be the most beautiful woman Tracer ever saw.

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SAGITTARIUS - Dating

WOMAN:

She has a great attitude and always seems to be on the go. Sagittarius woman is for the man with lots of energy and creativity. She likes unconventionality and change, so whisk her away last second to somewhere unplanned and uncharted and she will remember you forever. In order for her to stay, you have to keep her happy. If she gets unhappy or bored, she won’t bother to fix any problems, she will just walk out and never look back. Fortunately, it is not that difficult to keep her happy. Be her friend, she does not take love too seriously anyway, if you are her companion, love will blossom after that. Let her have her freedom, flirt with her and take the relationship slowly, do not rush her. Be truthful, genuine, positive and adventurous and never play mind games. The lucky man will not only have a wonderful fun relationship but an adventurous companion as well.


MAN:

This man may be difficult to pin down. He loves the thrill of the chase so he may be off trying to get other women at the same time you are trying to get him. He is sincere when we say he likes you but he means it to other women when he tells other women the same thing. He is not showy or romantic, and he tends to attract women who like the thrill of the chase themselves, which is not too bad of a gamble. In order to win him over, be modest about love, do not engage him in an emotional commitment like conversations about being together in the future. Sagittarius is the woman who does not want commitment or is afraid of being tied down in a relationship. This man is perfect for the adventurous, fearless female.

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Both men stood silently as they watched you run Doomsday through with your blade, causing it to stumble back and fall into a pile of rubble and ash. It hit the wreckage with a thunderous clap before rolling onto its side, groaning and grappling at its newest wound with large fingers in the process as it gained its bearings and made an attempt to mount an erratic stance…

“You boys done with your catfight?” You sassed over your shoulder, flashing a smirk after seeing their dumbstruck expressions. “Because I could stand for a little help.”

Bruce and Clark looked to one another…

“You heard her.” Clark started. “Want to lend a hand?”

“Ladies first…” Bruce snarked.

“Based on what I’ve seen here today, that’s a complement.”

(X) (~♫♪~)

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader takes wonder woman’s place. She’s not wonder woman but she’s a lot like her and there fighting with Bruce and Clark and is just a total badass?

It’s Cas’ smile that really gets Dean.

Sure, he makes dirty I’m-having-sex-with-an-angel jokes to Sam, who just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. He tells the woman at the dry cleaner’s that he just can’t resist a man in a suit, and she laughs, only looking a little jealous that she doesn’t stand a chance with either of them. He ignores Jody when she teases him affectionately, teasing her right back and telling her that he just can’t handle a woman like her and was forced to settle for Cas.

But truthfully, it’s Cas’ smile.

Dean can’t resist it.

It’s rare, Cas’ smile. They don’t have a whole lot to smile about these days, and Cas isn’t particularly effusive anyway. But every now and then, Dean will tell a lame joke, or he’ll catch Cas’ eye as he’s drumming loudly on his steering wheel, and there it is. Bright blue eyes shining brighter than the clear sky, full and slightly chapped lips spread wide over white teeth, lines crinkling his face in all the right ways to make him look both adorable and sexy.

And Dean’s fucking lost in it. Instantly. Every damn time.

There’s so much purity and joy in Cas’ smile. So much happiness. Things Dean never gets to have. So he latches onto Cas’ smile like it’s oxygen. Let’s the bright light of it chase away all the shadows hanging over him.

Right now, Dean is burrowing into Cas’ neck, trying his hardest to stay asleep even though his angel is poking him in the ribs, murmuring him awake.

“Cas. I’d sell my soul for you, I would. But I’m going to kill you myself if you don’t give me ten more minutes of sleep.” He presses a kiss into Cas’ skin to take the sting out of his words, and he feels Cas’ expression change.

Dean knows Cas is smiling, knows that if he opens his eyes he’ll get to see the only thing he has worth looking at, and it’s so unfair. Because if Cas is smiling, Dean can’t keep his eyes closed, can’t stay asleep.

“Cheater,” Dean says, leaning up on his elbow to drink in Cas’ face.

Cas only smiles wider, pulls Dean down for a kiss, neither of them closing their eyes.

i don’t like doing this but i’m going to make that post because i want there to be a post that isn’t from someone w/ a raging hateboner for either

as a southeast asian woman, the thing gigi did hurt. “asian eyes” is a very loaded topic bc it ties in w/ stereotypes and yellowface and all that ugly stuff. it’s obviously wrong and the right thing for her to do would be to apologize and admit what she did was wrong.

the thing zayn did was not any better. yes zayn is asian like me. but besides the whole “a person gets a pass bc they’re dating someone of that race” (i don’t want to open tht can of worms rn), zayn has no place speaking in what gigi did.

the asian community is large and very diverse (and sad to say, still very divisive bc of the intra issues tht include colorism, classism, and discrimination within the whole community). the asian eyes issue does not really affect zayn because this is an issue that’s tied to southeast/east asians. it’s the same way desi issues would not affect me. so in turn, like i would have no place to speak about being called a terrorist, zayn has no place to speak about the thing w/ asian eyes. 

i still love them both but what they did was wrong and hurtful to a group of people and that does deserve some calling out and people in that group are allowed to feel what they feel. this doesn’t mean they are inherently bad people, it just means they did something messed up and it shouldn’t be defended. 

also discussing this topic, ppl needn’t bring up past mess ups because that has absolutely nothing to do with the actual topic at hand and it’s v obvious ppl who do so only do it to fuel the fire.

i wanted to make this post bc asian issues esp across different cultural and ethnic groups are v nuanced and many people don’t seem to understand that. also i wanted it coming from a genuine place, not just from someone who severely dislike either zayn or gigi or both.  

If it does, lucky me. She’s [McBride] awesome. She’s my favorite actress on the show. I mean, I like them all, but I’ve gotten to work a lot with her and know her vibe. If it happens, it happens. I want it to be awkward when it happens. I want it to be really awkward. I want her to make the first move. […] I don’t think he’s figured out women. What does a relationship look like and how does that work? He never really grew up with a woman in the house, so it’s sort of like foreign creatures to him. […] Maybe he got together with a couple of locals at one point or something. But I don’t think he was ever in any sort of serious relationship. So if it happens, great. If it doesn’t, great. I like the fact that we’re two damaged people and we sort of gravitate to each other. I like that. If it happens, right on.
— 

Norman Reedus, Entertainment Weekly [online] (06/Mar/2013)

We asked the man who plays Daryl, Norman Reedus, if romance could be blooming in the couple’s future.

Alec & Jace Lightwood: a touching friendship

City of Ashes:

“I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk,” Jace said. “When I got back, I bumped into this sad bastard mooning around the porch.” He pointed at Alec.


City of Glass:

“Did you ever think that in a past life Alec was an old woman with ninety cats who was always yelling at the neighborhood kids to get of her lawn? Because I do,” Jace said.


City of Fallen Angels:

“Alec keeps sending me annoying photos. Lots of captions like Wish you were here, except not really.


City of Heavenly Fire:

“It’s Magnus birthday,” Alec said, flipping the phone shut. “I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t—to think that I forgot.”
“You’re pining,” said Jace.
Alec shrugged. “Look who’s talking. ‘Oh, I love her. Oh, she’s my sister. Oh why, why, why—’ ”


“Are you still mad because I broke your phone?” Jace said. “Because you broke my wrist, so I’d say we’re even.”
“It was sprained,” Alec said. “Not broken. Sprained.”


“Jace could get himself killed putting his pants on in the morning. Being his parabatai is a full-time job.” 


“The first time you saw me,” Jace said, looking down at his hands, looped around his knees, “I bet you didn’t think, He’s going to get me killed.”
“The first time I saw you, I wished you’d go back to Idris.” Jace looked over at Alec incredulously; Alec shrugged. “You know I don’t like change.”
“I grew on you, though,” Jace stated confidently.
“Eventually,” Alec agreed. “Like moss, or a skin disease.”


“I did not make a pie,” Alec repeated, gesturing expressively with one hand, “for three reasons. One, because I do not have any pie ingredients. Two, because I don’t actually know how to make a pie.”
He paused, clearly waiting.
Removing his sword and leaning it against the cave wall, Jace said warily, “And three?”
“Because I am not your bitch,” Alec said, clearly pleased with himself.

A Letter from Friend of Mine

Dear GIRLS,

You guys are more emotional than men, it’s how Allah created women. He created woman to crave love and affection. Sometimes women look for it in the wrong place. A lot of the time, zina happens because a man is able to make a woman feel special and trick her into doing things to please him, he promises her marriage or he can simply tells her he cares for her. If a woman has never been taught her self worth or been loved correctly, she is more likely to fall into these traps of Shaytan.

So sisters, let me be real:

I want you all to know that you are special and worthy of being loved correctly. You don’t need to talk to a guy for months, or have a physical relationship to feel wanted and loved. You are loved by Allah, and you must love yourself! Don’t lower yourself to anyone.

Listen!
If any man is serious he’ll be brief, ask for wali details and he won’t speak to you alone. Man chatting to you alone (excessive chatting) is a bad signs and leads to nothing but fitnah. And this is a horrible test for anyone to go through, don’t insult or look down upon sisters who this has happened to, it can happen to anyone! If you have been through it, turn back to Allah as He will always forgive you. May Allah protect us from zina. Amen

Keep reminding, because the reminding benefits the believers (51:55)

Sincerely, a guy who cares.

Day 10

You reach a certain threshold during those grueling eight hour shifts as a retail slave where everything becomes inexplicably funny. Maybe it’s a defense mechanism—your body’s way of ensuring that you laugh. Because if you’re not laughing, then you’d definitely be crying instead. 

Frankly, I’m surprised it took me 10 days to finally reach the threshold. But reach it I did.

So a mother and her 10 year-old daughter came in about an hour before the end of my shift. It was a suspiciously quiet evening in the store, so I was glad that they chose to come through my lane (particularly because the store has a policy that if a cashier isn’t busy, they need to reevaluate their actions and turn up the friendliness to 11 because they must be doing something wrong.)

The woman’s purchase ended up to be almost entirely meat. And there was a lot of it–maybe two or three different animals’ worth? It looked like she had gone through and cleared out the entirety of our meat department. So I’m bagging hunk after hunk of raw meat and getting blood all over my hands, and then I see it. The last item in her cart. 

A massive, industrial-sized roll of packing tape. 

And I fucking lose it.

I’m struck with images of this woman trying to tape all of the slippery hunks of meat back together into their original animal shape and oh my god it’s the funniest thing I’ve ever imagined and I can’t breathe because I’m laughing so hard and it’s 11pm and I’ve been in this store for eight consecutive hours and—


In the end, one of my managers had to take over my lane because my unstoppable laughter was “very creepy” and I was “upsetting the customers.”

But on the bright side, I got to have my break 15 minutes early.

Silver linings. 

The highlight of my Supercuts visit was looking through a Cosmopolitan magazine with an intellectually disabled woman who needed lots of help and was minimally verbal. She was probably around fifty years old and very visibly disabled. She had graying orange-red hair in a grown-out pageboy style and pale skin. I’m guessing she has Irish blood, but she didn’t talk with an Irish accent.

I sat next to her with the magazine and we started pointing to clothes or makeup we liked. All throughout our interaction she was pointing to pages and saying “Wear me!” or “Ugly!” and she lit up as if my talking to her gave her life. I flipped open a page with Leonardo DiCaprio and she said “marry him!” and laughed. She had a deep, loud belly laugh.

Then she wanted to know if my No Gloom ‘Shroom was candy because I kept putting it in my mouth and I told her what it was for and why I had it. She said “Hear loud,” and tapped my head. (I was surprised, but okay with it because it didn’t hurt). Then she said “think funny!” and tapped her own head. She understood that autism means I perceive my senses differently and that I was neurodivertent too, though not in exactly the same way as her. 

We went back to looking at the magazine until she got called over to get her hair cut. Then I got called a few minutes later, so I didn’t get to talk to her again.

So the NT’s and allistics out there who think visibly disabled neurodivergent people lack self-awareness need to think again. This lady needed lots of daily help and was minimally verbal, but she made herself understood to me.

Sometimes the issue isn’t the disabled person’s perceived “inability to communicate”, it’s the listeners who won’t tune in to how disabled people express themselves.

In a few short minutes I gathered that this lady likes pearls more than sparkly^ gems, likes long dresses, favors the color green and really likes Leonardo DiCaprio. I got all that because I approached on her ability level rather than forcing her to come to mine. And we had a lot of fun! :)

Like, DAO had a lot of problems. Like. A LOT of problems, but there was a very clear difference between how a fresh-faced woman in her mid twenties, like Leliana, a woman who’s 35-40, like Marjolene, and someone like Dorothea, later Divine Justinia, who’s pretty clearly supposed to be in her mid to late fifties:

You can tell Marathari is probably somewhere between 50 and 60. 

You can tell these characters’ ages

But like, Leliana doesn’t seem to age at all between DAO and DAI. 

Fiona looks like she’s maybe 39 tops, when she’s fifty-something. 

Viv is likely around Fiona’s age, (she attended the Ball where she met Bastien in 9:16, I’d say she had to be at least 18, if not 21 to attend, which would make her about ten years younger than I think Fiona is.) 

The only woman character who seems to age is Justinia.

And I have a character who’s in her fifties, who I made specifically to romance Fiona. There is no middle ground, in terms of wrinkles, at least for women, between ‘Maybe I’m in my thirties if you squint’, and ‘I am 120 years old’.

Blackwall looks his age. Bull looks his age, they did a lot of stuff I Really Dislike with Loghain’s redesign, but he looks like a sixty year old man who’s spent most of his life in top shape. 

The women all look roughly the same age.