my grandmother, that is. a woman who loved to play shop with me, to feed me her twist on new york style cheesecake, who loved to gift me with dolls from poland and the odd teddy bear or two. i remember her warmth, the slightly shrill voice, the woolen clothes and those brown loafers that she loved so much.
but i also remember how i’d catch a version of her that i wasn’t used to - a woman who looked much older, with ghost-white knuckles, and a hardened face that was far too solemn for someone who gave and gave and gave - for someone who deserved so much more than what she was given. i remember how that version of grandma would speak, too. in a hushed voice, speaking in the mousiest of whispers, as if she were a teenager again, trying not to make a peep as she hid with her whole family under the floorboards of a family friend’s home.
i also remember the tears. how they’d just… appear, from nowhere. sometimes they’d just start falling from her face mid-sentence, other times it was when she was looking forlornly out of the large window in the living room that i’d drawn on as a toddler. they were not the same tears she shed as a teenager, after watching her mother be taken away by men who embodied and reveled in pure evil. they were cracks in the wall that my grandmother had built.
then there were those days where i’d catch her looking at her arm, and the faded numbers that had overstayed their welcome there. it was like black paint on a white canvas only that canvas was a person and that paint had not been spilled accidentally, but tattooed into the arm of a young girl who had lost everything but her humanity - something the man who gave her the tattoo never had.
but worst of all, i remember how she’d frantically run about the kitchen to make me a meal when she learned i hadn’t eaten for a day. i asked her why.
“because, bubula, i know what hunger feels like.” she replied. i didnt quite understand the depth of that back then.
like how i didn’t understand the tremor in her hand when we walked past a group of teenage boys who made a hitler joke. how i didnt understand why she had to pull over on the side of the road to sob when she heard that a fellow holocaust survivor had died on the radio.
my grandmother was a fighter and a survivor and she was a woman who was strong as steel and as sweet as honey-dew. she was a woman who gave and gave and gave, a woman who deserved all the stars in the sky and pearls in the sea.
my grandmother was ripped from the arms of her family, she thrown into the deepest pit of hell, and she survived the flames. because my grandmother was a survivor of the holocaust.
[LYRICS] A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone by BTS
예 신은 왜 자꾸만 우릴 외롭게 할까 OH NO NO NO NO NO NO
예 상처투성일지라도 웃을 수 있어 함께라면 홀로 걷는 이 길의 끝에 뭐가 있든 발 디뎌볼래 때론 지치고 아파도 괜찮아 니 곁이니까 너와 나 함께라면 웃을 수 있으니까
예 날고 싶어도 내겐 날개가 없지 BUT 너의 그 손이 내 날개가 돼 어둡고 외로운 것들은 잊어볼래 너와 함께
이 날개는 아픔에서 돋아났지만 빛을 향한 날개야 힘들고 아프더라도 날아갈 수 있다면 날 테야 더는 두렵지 않게 내 손을 잡아줄래 너와 나 함께라면 웃을 수 있으니깐
내가 선택한 길이고 모두 다 내가 만들어낸 운명이라 해도 내가 지은 죄이고 이 모든 생이 내가 치러갈 죗값일 뿐이라 해도
넌 같이 걸어줘 나와 같이 날아줘 하늘 끝까지 손 닿을 수 있도록 이렇게 아파도 너와 나 함께라면 웃을 수 있으니까
Ayy I never walk alone 잡은 너의 손 너의 온기가 느껴져 Ayy you never walk alone 나를 느껴봐 너도 혼자가 아니야
Come on Crawl crawl crawl crawl it like it like that Baby Walk walk walk walk it like it like that Baby run run run run it like it like that Baby fly fly fly fly it like it like that
이 길이 또 멀고 험할지라도 함께 해주겠니 넘어지고 때론 다칠지라도 함께 해주겠니
Ayy I never walk alone 너와 나 함께라면 웃을 수 있으니까 Ayy You never walk alone 너와 나 함께라면 웃을 수 있으니까 너와 나 함께라면 웃을 수 있으니까
Yeah, I wonder why God Keeps making us feel lonely OH NO NO NO NO NO NO
Yeah, even if we’re covered in wounds We can smile if we’re together Whether there’s something at the end of this road that we walk alone I want to try treading it Even if I’m tired or in pain at times I’m fine because I’m by your side Because if you and I are together I can smile
Yeah, even if I want to fly, I don’t have any wings BUT your hands become my wings I want to try forgetting the things that are dark and lonely Together with you
Even though these wings sprouted from pain They’re wings that face the light Even if it’s hard and it hurts If I can fly, I’m going to fly Can you hold my hand So that I won’t be afraid anymore? Because if you and I are together I can smile
Even if you say that This is the path I chose And that this is the destiny I created This is the crime I committed And even if you say that this entire life Is just the price that I’ll pay
Please walk with me, please fly with me So that I can reach the ends of the skies Because even if it hurts this much, if you and I are together I can smile
Ayy I never walk alone I can feel your hand that I’m holding, your warmth Ayy you never walk alone Feel me, you’re not alone either
Come on Crawl crawl crawl crawl it like it like that Baby Walk walk walk walk it like it like that Baby run run run run it like it like that Baby fly fly fly fly it like it like that
Even if this path is far and dangerous Will you walk it with me? Even if we fall and get hurt at times Will you walk it with me?
Ayy I never walk alone Because if you and I are together I can smile Ayy You never walk alone Because if you and I are together I can smile Because if you and I are together I can smile
I haven’t stayed up this late in awhile and
my head is spinning like it did that time I drank too much at that party last Halloween and
threw up on the side of the road and
called you on the walk back home.
you said you kept the voicemails but maybe she made you delete them. or maybe she didn’t need to make you. maybe you were sick of the constant reminder that I was under your skin I was there I was there I was THERE.
but we don’t miss each other now, right? now it’s empty love. empty sentiments. i talked to her in the library and my heart didn’t break. she reminds me of me but prettier I think.
but when it gets this late it’s easy to remember why I wanted you for so long. you were always awake and I was always lonely. now you’re still awake and I’m still lonely but
it’s just not about us anymore.
i don’t want you back and
i never feel like calling.
not even when I’ve had too much to drink and
i know you’re alone.
if this is a fairy tale ending we’ll never talk again– lily rain
『Learn Korean with Kpop』BTS - A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone
예신은왜자꾸만우릴외롭게할까 OH NO Why does God keep
making us lonely oh no
신 (神): God 왜: why 자꾸만: repeatedly, again and again 우릴 is shortened for 우리를: 우리 – we; 를 is the object particle. 외롭게’s dictionary form is 외롭다: Lonely, solitary, lonesome. 할까 is asking the listener why do you think this is happening.
we’re full of wounds, we can smile if we’re together.
상처: injury, wound. 투성일지라도: 투성 is full of; noun +일지라도is regardless of, although. 웃을 수 있어 – 웃다 (dictionary form): smile,
laugh; 을 수 있다 – one can, have the ability
the end of this road that you walk on alone, whatever is there, we will
take a step. (T/N: this line is not clear on who’s walking alone, but the
previous line mentioned ‘if we’re together’, so I chose ‘you’ and ‘we’. If ‘발디뎌볼래’ is a question, then it would be ‘will you take a
step (with me)?’)
홀로: alone. 걷는’s dictionary
form is 걷다: walk, tread. 이: this 길: road, street. 이 길: this road. 의: the possessive
particle indicates that one is the owner/ possessor
of another object, equivalent to “____’s” in most cases. 끝: end, finish. 에: the position
particle is used to locate things in space. 홀로 걷는 이 길의 끝에: 홀로 걷는 is modifying 이 길의 끝에. 뭐: what. 가: subject
particle. 뭐가 있든: no matter what’s there. 발: foot. 디뎌볼래: 디디다 (dictionary form) is step,
tread. 디뎌볼래: ㄹ래 when used with in the first person tense, it’s used to
express the intention/ will of the speaker. When used with another subject,
it’s asking for
the thoughts and intentions of the listener, asking if they want to/ can do
something with you.
ok even you get tired and hurt at times, because I’m by your side.
때론 is shorted for 때로는: sometimes, at times. 지치: 지치다 (dictionary form) is tired, exhausted. 고: and (is used to connect two clauses/ sentences together). 아파’s dictionary
form is 아프다: painful, hurt. 도: even 괜찮아’s dictionary
form is 괜찮다: all right,
fine. 니 is 네: you 니 곁이니까: because I’m beside you.
if you and I, we’re together, we can smile.
와: and. 나: I. 함께라면: if (we’re) together
– 라면 is usually used with the
present and future tenses, not the past tense.
날고싶어도내겐날개가없지 Even if I want to
fly, I have no wings
날 - 날다 (dictionary form): fly. -고 싶다: want to. 내겐 is shortened
for 나에게는: me, to me. 날개: wings. 가: subject particle. 날개가 없지: no wings.
BUT 너의그손이내날개가돼 But those hands of yours become my wings. (T/N:
even though there’s no plural particle for 손 (hand), it’s translated as
plural ‘hands’ because of ‘wings’.)
어둡고 외로운 것들은잊어볼래 Let’s try to
forget the dark and lonely things.
어둡다: dark, gloomy. 것들은: things, 들 is the plural particle and 은 is the topic
particle. 잊어’s dictionary form is 잊다:
너와 함께 Together with you
이 날개는 아픔에서돋아났지만
빛을 향한 날개야 Even though the wings sprung/ came from pain,
they’re the wings heading towards the light.
돋아났지만: 돋아났(어)’s dictionary form is 돋아나다 – spring, come out. 돋아났지만: -지만 is even though, but. It can be added directly to the
stems of verbs, adjectives and 이다. 빛: light. 을: object
particle. 향한’s dictionary
form is 향하다: heading, towards. 빛을 향한 is modifying 날개야.
힘들고 아프더라도 날아갈 수 있다면 날 테야 Even if it’s tough and painful, I’m
going to fly if I can fly.
힘들고 아프더라도: 힘들다 – hard, backbreaking. 아프다 is painful, hurt. -더라도: even if. -다면: if.
더는 두렵지 않게 내 손을 잡아줄래 Will you hold my hand, so that I won’t
be afraid anymore?
더: more, further 두렵다: afraid, scared. -지 않다: not (is used
to negate the verb or adjective attached to it). 잡아’s dictionary form is 잡다: hold, grasp.
너와 나 함께라면 웃을
수 있으니깐 Because if you and I are
together I can smile.
내가 선택한 길이고 모두 다 내가 만들어낸운명이라
해도 Even if you say that this is the path
I chose and that everything is the
destiny I created.
선택한’s dictionary form is 선택하다:
choose, pick. 모두 다: everything, all of it. 만들어낸’s dictionary form is 만들어내다: produce,
make. 운명 (運命): fate, destiny. -이라: you
say. -이라 해도: even
if you say that.
내가 지은 죄이고이 모든
생이내가 치러갈 죗값일뿐이라
해도 Even if you say that this is the crime I committed and that this
entire life is just the price that
죄 (罪): crime, guilt, sin. 지은’s dictionary form is 짓다: make, commit. 모든 생(生): entire life, whole life. 죗값: atonement; 죗값을 치르다 – pay for one’s sin (misdeed/ wrongdoing). 치러갈 죗값일 뿐: placing 뿐 after a noun can create the
meaning of “it is only/ it is nothing but (that noun)” - is just the price that I’ll pay.
넌 같이 걸어줘 Walk
넌 is shortened for 너는: you; 는 is the topic particle. 걷다: walk.
나와 같이 날아줘 Fly with me.
하늘 끝까지 손 닿을 수 있도록 So that I can reach the end of
하늘: sky. -까지: until. 닿을 수 있도록: 닿다 is reach, touch. –도록 is in
order to, so that, to the extent that.
나 함께라면웃을 수 있으니까 Because even if it hurts this
much, if you and I are together, I can smile.
이렇게: in this way, like this, this much.
잡은 너의 손 너의 온기가 느껴져 I can feel your/ the warmth of your
hand that I’m holding.
온기: warmth, heat. 느껴져’s dictionary form is 느끼지다: feel.
나를 느껴봐 너도 혼자가 아니야 Feel
me, you’re not alone either
느껴봐: try to feel. 너도: you too. 혼자: alone. 아니야: not.
이 길이 또 멀고 험할지라도함께
해주겠니 Will you walk with me even this road
will be far and dangerous?
멀다: far, distant. 험하다: dangerous, rough. -겠니: are
you going to, will you.
다칠지라도 함께 해주겠니
Will you walk with me even we’ll fall over and sometimes get hurt?
It is so much easier to love someone in a relationship when they are not silent, that’s why it can be suffocating when God goes quiet on us. We question and wonder why he has gone so still, we ask ourselves if we did something to anger him.
The reality is that God communicates in more ways than what we may be used to, learn to reach out beyond your emotions.
Sometimes we have to be stretched, even when we have been broken over and over again. The journey we take is full of loud moments and silent moments, learn to walk in both, for the road is long and there will be many times when we will want to give up.
We must keep moving ever on, for we grow in the process. Even in winter, roots can grow deep. That is why we must keep going forward because spring will come again and we will bloom with the warmth of God’s voice once more. Just hold on, He is making all things new, it just takes time and a willing heart.
I sit in front of maps and measure with my fingertips the distance between us. In this space, I tell the ocean to make itself smaller, we argue. I tell it please, I am in love, and it allows me to palm it in my hand and hold it tightly there. I wish the roads away. I grab the forests by the handful and plant them elsewhere, plant them in our backyard ten years from now. Like this, I slowly make the spaces between us smaller until I can walk across them. I take the ground by its edges and pull it until it’s gathered like a rug beneath my feet. I bundle the sky under my arms and don’t mind that the clouds are raining on my feet. I can walk the inches to your door and knock the wood and see you standing there in all your shocked silence. The question of the sky and the ground and the oceans all piled up around me. I can say ‘hello, look, it’s me, I love you, I’ve brought the entire earth for you.’
Here are my Belle/Adam NSFW headcanons that literally no one asked for
Because we all know the only road I walk is the one of Sin™
• Belle may have laughed when Adam growled during their dance, but inside a shot of arousal surged through her body that left a heavy and needy ache between her legs. The ache only worsened when Adam brushed his lips against the shell of her ear after their dance ended, his warm sweet breath ghosting across her neck as he whispered, “now, would you prefer scruff or something longer?”
• Turns out Belle prefers scruff, and the way it scratches against the soft skin of her inner thighs while Adam goes down on her. She also relishes the way it burns when her thighs rub together as she walks, a gentle smile quirking her lips up in a quiet, indecent secrecy. And Adam knows that smile, adores that smile, returning it with a wink and– if Belle is close enough– a low, suggestive rumble in his throat that awakens a beautiful shade of pink on her cheeks.
• Until their wedding night, their sexual endeavors never exceeded third base. So when the time comes and Adam can finally HAVE Belle, he makes the sweetest, most passionate love to her; all languid thrusts, soft whispers, deep breathing, quivering lips, and trembling limbs.
• The second time Adam takes Belle that night results in torn pillows, dark purple bruises, and indentations in the wall from its repetitive collision with the headboard.
• And speaking of the headboard, there were definitely deep scratch marks engrained in the wood from their ardent lovemaking. When Belle notices them the morning after, she never lets Adam live it down, and later that week she has to bite her lip to keep from laughing when Adam sheepishly informs the staff that the headboard needs to be replaced.
• Teasing aside, Belle loves Adam’s animalistic nature in bed more than she’d like to admit. She revels in the feel of his teeth teasing and nibbling when he trails his mouth along her collarbone, marking her– claiming her– with deep red love bites. She adores the way he buries his face in her neck when he fucks her, the way his hot breath dampens the skin of her throat with his labored breathing. She takes delight in his wild eyes, with blown pupils and filled with something so unabashed, raking over her body and glimmering with indecency. But nothing gets to her more than those low, guttural sounds Adam makes when he’s aroused, almost always involuntary and instinctive, like when Belle bites his lip or when her tongue laps over the smooth head of his cock. Her absolute favorite is when he growls deep in his throat while he’s eating her out, the sound rippling up from her center and hardening her nipples, arching her back, and making her head thrash against the pillow.
• Adam likes to play a game where he mouths at Belle’s neck, dances his fingers softly over her wrists, and murmurs suggestive words in her ear to see how long it takes for him to get her turned on enough to abandon whatever book she’s reading and give in to his sexual efforts. One time he got so far as to literally being inside of her until her book finally fell to the floor and she let Adam take her on the library table.
• They literally have sex all over the castle, and as much as the staff wants to complain, they can’t bring themselves to since they know Adam was basically celibate for over a decade. A lot of pent up desire, y'know? So nothing can really stop him when he bends Belle over the dinner table after watching her lick sauce off her finger, his owns fingers cushioned between her soft lips as he takes her so hard that dishes clatter to the floor.
• Also, he literally died for a brief moment in time. So who can blame the man for completely ravishing his wife at every moment he can when he thought he lost her forever?
• A concept: THRONE SEX!!!!!!!!!!!
• Belle straddling Adam in his royal chair and riding him into oblivion, their sounds of pleasure echoing off the walls of the large room. Bonus points if Adam is wearing some sort of coronet.
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Part Four: Writing Travel With Non-Humans
If a list were made of the top mistakes made by–particularly fantasy–writers, surely travel, travel times, distances, and the needs of animals during that travel would be right up there. Consider for a moment that Frodo and Sam’s journey took approximately 6 months to get from the Shire to Mount Doom. But Pear, you say, it’s not like they were walking that whole time! They stayed in Rivendell for two months after he agrees to take the ring! And of course, you’d be right, but consider that they are two days in Moria, and it takes the group 7 days to get from Bree to Weathertop, a time frame which was just travel, for the most part. Take a look at it on a map:
And now consider the entirety of the world map:
Taking into consideration breaks for eating and sleeping, difficult terrain, horses, boats, and walking, Tolkien did a fairly good job of making sure the travel times for his world were accurate or at least plausible.
Now consider that 30 miles is the maximum a human can walk in a day without stops and without considering gear, and it’s more accurate to guesstimate ~10-15 miles. It’s ~40 miles from Washington DC to Baltimore, Maryland and can be driven in ~1 hour. Now consider that roads and highways have turned difficult terrain into easily navigable areas, and that cars have drastically lengthened how far and how long we can travel. A team of horses pulling a carriage can expect approximately 50 miles over an 8-12 hour day. A horse will tire from a gallop after approximately 3 miles, but could trot 15 miles without too much strain as long as a few breaks to walk were interspersed. It’s been recorded that on one particular journey, a horse averaged 31 miles per day, though 20 is a more reasonable.
(I haven’t put anything regarding companions with wings due to severe variability. Migrating Alpine swifts have been known to fly 200 days straight while other birds don’t even really glide very well. If your companion has wings, do very thorough research into wing bones and strength and do your best.)
My point is: We don’t go as far as we think we do, and neither do our creature companions unless we care for them properly.
Long story short, distance matters.
When you’re trying to decide how long it takes to get from one place to another in your story, or attempting to figure out how long it would take an advancing army to reach their destination, consider that our modern view of maps and distances has become severely warped. “It’s not that far,” and “They could make it there in a couple of hours,” and “They’ll be here tomorrow,” are common assumptions for writers, but they might not take into consideration that our characters, creature or otherwise, cannot travel all day without pause, even on roads.
Remember to take terrain into consideration. Your creatures accompanying your characters have different physiology than your humanoid characters, so how fast can they travel? Do they have the body strength to be able to carry someone, specifically the spinal strength? Remember that the more people you add to the back of a creature, the slower the creature will travel, even horses. Additionally, consider what their feet are made from. A horse’s hooves are a dense material that takes long usage fairly well (rocks and terrain difficulties aside) which is part of why they (and other hoofed creatures) make good pack animals and “vehicles,” alongside other factors. We don’t go around riding creatures with paws because paws rub raw faster when burdened with weight and asked to go long distances. Creatures traveling on their own legs will travel differently over different terrain. Remember when I mentioned earlier in the series that you should be thinking about where your creature companions originate from? Their physiology will be tailored to travel best over that kind of terrain. If they’re from meadows, rocky mountains will slow them down. Obviously, travel speeds will change depending on the terrain, and the endurance of your creatures will, too. Horses will become lame if rocks or other materials become lodged in their hooves (think about having a rock in your shoe!). Consider how terrain could impact your creature companion in similar ways depending on the construction of their feet.
Food & Water
The most common trope for feeding our humanoid characters on their journey is that they have rations in their packs: dried fruit, tough bread, hunks of cheese, dried meat jerky, etc. What’s often forgotten about is sufficient and appropriate food and water for creature companions. Water retention and metabolism rates vary widely across creatures. You can’t assume that they’ll function like your humanoids do.
When you were planning your creature companion and where they came from, I asked you to consider what kind of eaters they are (herbivore, carnivore, omnivore) to get a good basic idea of what your companions eat. They’re likely not going to be carrying around their food like your humanoids might, so you need to plan for your characters to either be hunting for the creature or to allow the creature to go off and hunt. But don’t just say, “They went off to hunt, returning three hours later with a bloody maw.” You need to know if the area they paused in has the types of foods your creature eats available. Know the environments they’re traveling in; know what’s around and what’s not. It’s okay for your creatures to go without a meal now and then, but it’s not going to make them happy or pleasant to be around the longer they miss out on food. Be aware of how their personality, their travel speed, their fighting capability, and their focus will be impacted when they are forced to go without food.
For emergency water supplies, it’s recommended to carry 1 gallon of water per person per day while cats and dogs generally need 1 gallon each per 3 days. These measures are not taking travel into account, which would raise the predicted amounts. We almost never think about having that much water hanging around our characters for their trek across wherever, but giving our creatures the breaks they will need and the water they’ll need often gets entirely forgotten. Take breaks. All-day travel is hard, hard work on anyone, car or not. Make sure your characters are traveling between places with potable water, whether that’s sources like rivers or cities with wells.
Stress, Sleep, and Special Care
Travel isn’t a walk in the park. It’s a long, grueling journey, filled with difficult decisions and dangerous encounters. There’s socializing and surviving, and it’s not as simple as going out to do the thing. Stress is going to come into play more and more the longer your characters and creatures travel. Think about how this increase in stress will effect your creature companions. Do they know what’s going on? What’s their perspective on the trip? Have they perceived themselves in danger yet? How will they react when they do? How do they deal with being forced to spend a prolonged amount of time in close quarters with others? Is that normal and welcome to them, or is it strange and not preferred? Will they seek out their own space or stick close to the others?
Remember that sleep is not going to be ideal. It may be few and far between, after long days of intense activity, interrupted by attacks, unfulfilling because of discomfort or anxiety, or any number of other things. You still need to consider how your creature would normally try to sleep, and then think about how they could if they needed to, because, trust me, they’re going to need to. Similar questions to those above should be considered including how your creature will handle going some sleepless nights. How will its mood and ability to handle changes in plan be impacted by lack of sleep? How about appetite and willingness to perform? All the problems we encounter with sleep, sleeplessness, interrupted sleep, and less-than-preferred amounts of sleep will need to be considered for your creatures, as much as for your humanoids.
Some creatures will need tending to when travel ceases, whether for a break or at the end of a day. They may need special attention like horses having their tack removed and a nice rub down, or creatures that traveled in a backpack or on a shoulder may need to wander a bit and stretch the legs. Please, please, pay attention to these things. There’s nothing worse than reading poor animal care from a farm boy going on their first big adventure. Casual mentions of the care and attention are sufficient, but completely ignoring this facet leaves out a big part of what travel is with a creature companion. If your creature is a mythical beast, break it down to its root characteristics to determine how they may need to be bedded down for the night. Are your dragons more lizard-like and likely to seek out warm places for the evening, perhaps burrowing for a nest in the ground? Are your hippogryphs able to find enough materials to nest in or do they take more to the horse side of things and sleep standing? Break things down and determine appropriate care for your creatures, then make sure your humanoids are performing those actions they need to ensure comfort for their companions.
Look. Just don’t forget you’ve got another character who has different needs. Don’t pass them off, don’t forget about them, don’t gloss over them. If you’re going to have a creature companion, you need to make sure you’re treating them like any other character and paying attention to their wants and needs the way you do for humanoids. Make sure you’re not asking them to go too far, too fast, without appropriate access to food and water. Take care of your creatures!
which road leads back to you? i’ll walk barefoot through thorns if only i could reach the beginning again. i’ll dig up the grave. i’ll shake the death off. i’ll decorate the abandoned house. i’ll give it cpr until it comes back gasping for air. i like when things aren’t perfect, anyway. we can cover up the bleeding parts with band-aids and kiss each others’ fault lines. this time will be better, i swear. i know you’re saying goodbye but i’m still trying to figure out ways to make this work. you’re saying our story’s over but i don’t believe you. i still think we’re going to find our way back to each other in the end. this isn’t over if i keep pretending. this isn’t over. this cannot be dead.
Throughout the cycles we go through in our lives and our training, we can polish and refine our character: “who we are”, along with our skills. As we train and develop our physical and mental selves, over time this constant refining and balancing can help us to grow as a person and refine our character, regardless of how we grew up. What we’ve been through in life maybe defines, “how we are” but not “who we are”. It can be difficult, painful and a process of making mistake after mistake, but we can change and learn, if we eventually let go enough to “listen”.
When we have the seed planted in our “idea”, our “heart”, we train, we work on it, we can now understand it, we work on it more, refining body and mind together until it becomes habit, this habit becomes our characteristic, which can be seen in our expression of ourselves. We then come back to that “idea” and we realize that we only scratched the surface and it can go much deeper, as we can now see more than before.
We repeat this process over and over through training, thus refining our physical skills, our mental skills, which combined help us to find a balance of refining our Character, helping us to grow and learn. We don’t need to try to get rid of that that little bit of craziness and the quirky parts that makes us the unique individual’s we are. We can never be perfect, too good, or too bad, as we experience life, we experience many things, but to look at both sides and choose to walk the middle road is most difficult, to be neutral. We are trying to find our natural balance, as we can always work to be better than we were yesterday.
Through training we can not only develop our skills, our minds, and our behavior, but we can refine our Character - when the realization goes beyond the surface, beyond the superficial driven by outside desires and ego. When the realization touches the soul, touches our hearts in a way, that we want to grow and change, to better ourselves, this helps us to grow so that each cycle when we look at the “idea” again, we keep seeing deeper and deeper into our development. The refinement of body, mind and Character or “Spirit” is The Tao of Martial Arts, The Way…
So I've read all your Supercorp stuf on ao3 and if you were going to recommend other fics to read what would you recommend?
okey dokey kiddos buckle up. this list includes fics im currently subscribed to and desperately awaiting an update on and fics i have finished but loved. i did a literal rec bc i wasn’t totally sure what you wanted. if i forgot to mention you or your fic i still love you im just poorly organised pls forgive me.
request via dms : “a little react of BTS finding out that you’re pregnant?”
Min Yoongi: ‘I’ve never thought about raising a family,’ he casually says in passing, as he watches a happy family walk past, through the window. You’re a week into your pregnancy; you haven’t told anyone. You know Min Yoongi is focused on his career, and having kids wouldn’t really fit into his lifestyle. You don’t want to burden your boyfriend of several years, but you know you’re going to have to let him know about this sooner or later, no matter how hesitant you are. ‘I’m pregnant,’ you curtly confess. His turns around so swiftly; his jaw hangs open for awhile, processing this knowledge - he is going to be a dad. It scares him, and he is resisting every instinct in his body that makes him want to run out of the room yelling at the top of his lungs, but when he looks at you, all he sees is the person he loves, about to give him the gift of his life. The truth is that Min Yoongi has never thought about raising a family - until he met you.
… what? Are… are you serious?” ( You nod in reply. ) “… I guess I’m gonna have to get used to more than one person calling me ‘daddy’, now…”
Park Jimin: You’re nervous as to how he is going to take the news of an unexpected pregnancy. When he emerges from the elevator, he explodes with enthusiasm - ‘jagi, did you watch us on television last night?’, ‘did you see us accept the award?’ - an endless stream of questions pour out of the singer. Hoseok asks if you’d like to go out for drinks with them, but you refuse. ‘Why, are you pregnant?’, joked Namjoon. You stare at your boyfriend while he’s on his victory-high, but the look you’re giving him causes his bouncing to slowly come to a stop. An awkward silence hangs in the air, and Hoseok constantly switches his attention between your still bodies. He mouths a visible ‘oh my god’, exchanging glances with Namjoon. You mutter a weak ‘yes’ - hearing you say that you’re about to give him a baby makes him queasy - but little does Jimin know, down the road, he would be a proud father of three sons, and he would wonder why he ever overreacted in the first place.
“J-Jagi, are you for real? I… can’t even… what!? How!? We… we used a condom, didn’t we!?”
Kim Seokjin: You’re having lunch together, when suddenly, your body convulses, and you make a break for the bathroom. He’s concerned for you, so he gets out of his seat and walks over to the door, calling for you from outside. You quickly retort for him to stay out, and you start retching between words. His brows knit - did you eat something that didn’t agree with you? He’s noticed you taking trips to the toilet a lot more, but he’s always thought it’s because of how much water you’ve been drinking lately. A pang of realization hits him when he thinks of the last possible reason for your sudden illness. The last time you’d slept together was a month ago. Seokjin definitely sees children in his future, and even though he has trouble stomaching all this right now, he’s unable to contain himself. He would want nothing more than the person he loves to bear his child. Having kids would mean the world to him, but he needs to ask you one thing before he accepts this turn of events.
“Jagiya… I know you’re pregnant. I want you to know, that I’m ready as ever to embark on this journey with you. I want to be with you and our child forever, if you’ll have me.” ( What are you saying, Jin? ) “… Will you be my wife?”
Jung Hoseok: You’re at the doctor’s office - you haven’t been feeling particularly well lately, so you decide to take your problem to the clinic by yourself. When the doctor informs you of your unplanned pregnancy, your heart stops. You’re not sure how to get this news to your boyfriend. You ring up Hobi to tell him that you’re dropping by Bighit. His ears are sharp - he is able to detect the anxiety in your shaky voice. He pesters you to tell him why you’re upset, and after at least five minutes of his persistence, you cave in, announcing your pregnancy. There is a long silence on the call, and you’re concerned that he hasn’t digested this news well. Hobi is a family man - the thought of spending the rest of his life with you and his new kids gets him amped to a maximum. Jung Hoseok runs at full speed into the practice room, yelling at the other six members of Bangtan as you hear him wail over the call:
“I’M GOING TO BE A DADDY, EVERYONE!”
Kim Namjoon:‘I’m flipping out, what do I do?!’, Kim Namjoon eavesdrops on your phone call as he stands idly outside your bedroom. He’s noticed how tense you are all night, and he’s tried breaking the ice with both affectionate kisses and playful humour, but none of it unwinds you from discomfort. Hoseok finally returns your calls after hours of you dialing him. You had to tell someone, just not Namjoon yet. He urges you to relax, and to just talk to your long-time boyfriend. When you’re through with the call, you find the man himself seated down on the sofa, having been left to a state of uncertainty after hearing the word ‘pregnant’ escape your lips. Namjoon’s undecided about his opinions on having kids - it’s not that he’s unwilling to start a family with you - he just can’t believe it’s actually going to happen. Watching you freak out puts him on edge, so he tries to remain as calm as possible, making the first move, struggling to keep in his panic:
“… Is there something you want to tell me, babe? Like, I don’t know… BEING PREGNANT!?”
Jeon Jungkook: The answering machine on the desk beeps as Jungkook screens through the calls in the apartment. He’s decided to make himself comfortable at home before you return from work, so checking his calls is the first order of business. A medical clinic calls, ‘the results of your blood test for pregnancy are in, and it’s positive - please get back to us if have any more inquiries’. Jungkook has reached a whole new level of freaking the fuck out - he is so shook, that he simply goes about his regular routine around the house, making himself a bowl of cereal before sitting on the couch, waiting for you to return. His brain has short-circuited, and he just stares blankly ahead. Some part of him is wondering why he’s so scattered about you bearing his child - sure, he is young - but if there’s anyone in his life he wants more to have kids with, it’s you. This line of reasoning results in him being more accepting of the fact that he’s about to be a father.
“… I wonder what’s a good name that goes with Jeon…”
Kim Taehyung: He’s casually brushing his teeth in the bathroom, when his eyes catch something unusual in the dustbin. ‘Jagi, what is this?’ You hear Taehyung’s voice from your bedroom, and it clicks in your mind that you haven’t taken the trash out yet. Ohmygod, you think, starting to feel the dread set in. You fly off your bed, scuttling toward the bathroom in haste, panting hard from racing your way there. You find him examining your pregnancy test closely. You’ve been meaning to tell him, but you wanted to make sure through a doctor’s visit, first. You bite your lip, anticipating his reaction - however, when he turns to you, you see tears well up in his eyes.
You’ve been afraid to bring this news to him, but you should have known that Taehyung loves kids like nothing else, and to him, discovering that the love of his life is going to bring him even more happiness than they already have, makes him realize: one by one, all of his dreams are coming true.
“Yah, pabo… I can’t believe you’re pregnant… do you know how much this means to me?”
This was hard to do, mostly because I kept juggling back and forth between them reacting as ready, future parents, or unexpected recipients of the news. Either way, I sincerely hope you liked how it turned out - thank you for requesting, please enjoy! <3
i saw a similar post about writing tips when it comes to having paris as a setting, so i thought it would be helpful to have the same thing except for……new york city! as a native new yorker i love seeing my home appearing in fics, because lbr nyc is pretty awesome. so if you’re looking to make nyc your setting, here are some tips when writing about it. these can help establish if your character is a native or non-native.
—first off, nyc is technically not one city. it’s five cities. the boroughs of manhattan, queens, staten island, bronx, and brooklyn are all part of nyc. however, the nyc that’s always on tv/movies is manhattan.
—if you live in any of the four other boroughs, manhattan is always referred to as “the city”. so if your character lives in brooklyn but is heading out to central park, they’re going to the city.
—public transportation is the way to go. unless it’s staten island, where cars are the easiest way to go. mta fare is $2.75 and we use metrocards. trains are divided by uptown and downtown, and some are express and some are local. we do not refer to the train lines by their color—only by their number or letter. buses are designated by their borough; a manhattan bus would have M in front of the number.
—taxis are mad expensive and sometimes public transportation can be too when you need to take a combo of buses and trains. many new yorkers walk a lot. the reason we walk fast is bc it makes it easier to get to your destination. walking up ten blocks can only take ten minutes if you speedwalk basically. which is why slow walkers annoy us, especially when they stop suddenly.
—trains run slower during weekends and nights so your character might be in for quite a wait. bus generally take 10 minutes to come, unless it’s a popular route. then buses come every five minutes.
—except for the very southern part of manhattan, the roads are numbered. so areas such as greenwich village, wall street, little italy, and chinatown do not have streets with numbers. streets run from east to west; avenues run from south to north. the east & west streets are separated by 5th Avenue. numbers increase as you move north and/or to the west.
—you can always find pizza and hot dogs for a dollar. busy areas such as times square and central park will try to overcharge you. no new yorker would be gullible enough to pay $2 for a pizza slice. for cheap $1 pizza, the chain 2Bros is good. speaking of pizza, we fold it in half bc it is easier to eat and walk then.
—a distinctly new yorker thing is saying “on the line”. such as asking someone “are you on the line?” no other state says this. drive into new jersey and they’ll say “in the line”.
—there is one international airport and one domestic airport for nyc, which are both in queens. there’s JFK (international) and La Guardia (domestic). a third option is newark airport (also international) in new jersey.
—smoking is not allowed in nyc parks nor in most public spaces whatsoever. also the legal age for smoking and drinking is 21.
—if your character is a college student, all public colleges are branded as CUNY (City University of New York). every borough has at least one CUNY college. public colleges have “cheap” tuition rates, which are usually around $5000-$8000. the “famous” colleges in NYC are not public. NYU and Columbia are both private and are ridiculously expensive. Wagner College (private) in Staten Island has a really good performing arts/music program.
—new yorkers avoid many of the sightseeing places bc they’re expensive and overcrowded. i have lived my whole life in nyc (almost 20 years) and have only visited the Empire State Building for the first time this summer—and that’s only bc my internship covers the expense of my tickets to such places.
—speaking of expenses, most of the homes in the boroughs are apartments. Staten Island however is suburban and residential. houses are abundant there. in manhattan, houses which are really just townhouses, are super expensive. we’re talking millions here.
—manhattan is an island. so is staten island. the only ways off manhattan are by cars/buses over bridges or tunnels, or by trains. the only way off staten island is by car, bus, or the Staten Island Ferry. the ferry is free of charge, running 24/7 between SI and Manhattan. all bridges have tolls, where ezpass holders have lower rates.
—yes we’re the city that never sleeps, but we do sleep. some areas like times square don’t appear to. i’ve shopped at the forever 21 in times square at 1 AM. it was still crowded.
—SI has a predominant Italian and Sri Lankan community. Queens has a predominant Indian community, most especially in the Jackson Heights neighborhood.
—coney island is in brooklyn. the rides are fun but expensive. the beach is crowded and dirty. brighton beach and rockaway beach are better choices. staten island has a more calmer (and actually fourth longest in the usa) boardwalk.
—if you’re mailing something to manhattan, the address should be written as new york, new york. it would not be manhattan, new york.
this got really long but if your heart is set on writing within new york, i think it’s really important to get your setting right. like i said before, these tips can really help your character stand out or not as someone who is or isn’t from new york. i hope this helps for all the fabulous writers out there!
This was requested ages ago by @irish-rose-24 and I’m so sorry it took so long to get to! It’s very bad and I’m very sorry 😐
73 I’m stuck! Help me!
97 Take off your shirt
Warnings: Cursing? Sarky Jug and Reader. Bad grammar probably
Jughead the absolute genius thought it would be a great idea to investigate down by Sweetwater River at 11pm on a Saturday night, to follow up on a new theory he had on the murder of Jason Blossom. Of course, you didn’t want him going down there that late on his own, so you tagged along.
“Jesus Jug, what are we even looking for? We’re out here at 11pm and it’s dark and you still haven’t told me your theory!” You said as you pulled your coat up further around your neck.
“Jason’s body was found about half a mile south down the river and he must have floated downwards so I’m looking for any clues on the left bank for a mile up, bullet holes in trees and the like.” Jughead explained, scanning a tree with his flashlight.
Betty and Jughead had been working on the Jason Blossom case for the Blue and Gold for about a month when you had joined into a conversation at lunch about it and from that moment had and been recruited to the paper and joined them in their sleuthing.
You and Jughead had been friends for quite a few years and for the majority of those years, you had been totally, hopelessly, completely in love with him. So when he had text to say he was headed to the forest at 10pm in the pitch dark; of course you were coming.
“Hey Poirot, what do you think this is?” You call to Jughead as you find an odd patch of ground. Inspecting it closer, you get on your hands and knees and poking it a bit. The leaves looked a weird texture so you leaned in closer and next thing you knew the ground beneath your hands and knees had slipped from under you and you were falling. Hitting the bottom of the hole you had fallen into with a thud, pain radiated through your body.
“Jug! C’mere!” No answer.
“Forsythe Pendleton Jones III!” Using his full name always got his attention.
“Y/N? Where are you?” You heard him coming closer.
“I’m stuck! Help me! There’s a hole in the ground so watch where you’re going!” You said as the light from the flashlight and Jughead’s face came into view above you.
“Well what are you doing down there Y/N/N?” Jug smirked down at you.
“Oh just chilling, wanna come down?” You snarked “It’s one of Doiley’s fucking traps for hunting with the scouts. It’s not deep, but I can’t climb out.”
Jughead’s arm reaches into the pit to pull you out as you step on your tiptoes to catch his hand.
“It’s no good, I can’t reach you. Is there anything down there to step on to boost you up?” Jughead looks at you worriedly.
“Oh yeah! Look! There’s a stepladder, let me just get it!” You snap at him. Your feet are soaked from the rainwater at the bottom of the hole and there are spiders everywhere.
“Okay smartass. Calm down, we’ll get you out. We’ll figure something out, let’s face it, this isn’t the most difficult situation you and I have found ourselves it.” He laughs down at you.
Jug was looking around fro something to reach you with.
“Juggie! I have an idea. Take off your shirt.” Not realising how crazy you sounded you smiled up, pleased with your seemingly genius plan.
Jughead’s eyes popped out of his head as he stared down at you with his mouth hanging open.
“Excuse me?” He sounded completely incredulous and you hadn’t noticed the slight blush creeping up his cheeks.
“Not like Your flannel! The one around your waist! Take it off and lower it down and I’ll climb up.” His face softed slightly at this as he saw what you were getting at.
He unwrapped his flannel from around his waist and throws one sleeve down to you and you grab on. He pulled and you climed up the flannel and as you reached over the top over the hole you both fell back onto the soft leaves behind you.
You both lay there panting for a minute when Jughead started to laugh.
“Only us Y/N. This stuff could only happen to us. It’s always an adventure isn’t it?” He looked over and you and saw you smiling at the treetops and in that moment he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world, mud and leaves in your hair and all. But, obviously, you couldn’t read minds. He wished he had the guts to say something.
“Of course it is Jug. It’s Jughead and Y/N, famous for their adventures and countless stories.” You laughed.
Silence fell over the two of you for a few minutes as you continued to lay there, (which, in reflection, was probably extremely dangerous, but when you were with each other you felt as safe as could be.)
Jughead stood up and peeked down into the hole.
“You fell deep Y/N. Did you hurt anything?” He turned his flashlight to you as you hid your face in your hands.
“Just my pride. Don’t worry, I’m okay.” You replied, smiling at his concerned face.
Jughead was kneeling down beside you checking your face for injuries.
“Good, dunno what I’d do without my Miss Marple.” He said with his hand still on your cheek.
You had had enough. This proximity was killing you. The overwhemling urge to kiss him set in and this time, you knew you had to take action.
“Jug, since I’ve known you I’ve liked you and in the more recent years I’ve fallen in love with you and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same way and I really hope that by saying this I haven’t ruined our friendship but I just had to say something otherwise –“ Your rambling was prompty cut off by a pair of lips crashing into yours. You were frozen and couldn’t respond for a second but once your brain realised what was actually happening you kissed back. This kiss wasn’t long, but it was a kiss full of all the words that needed to be spoken and all the bottled up feelings.
Pulling away, you saw Jug smirking at you.
“That felt long overdue.” You laughed and replied
“Yeah. About 4 years overdue.”
“Y/N everything you said, I feel the same. I was just afraid to say anything because, well – if you didn’t feel the same and I’d be lost without you and I love you too.” Smiling, you kissed him again. This kiss was different, with you holding his face and him pulling you in by the hips, both wanting to feel as close as possible to the other.
“C’mon we better go. Pop’s?” Jug suggested.
You both started walking back towards the road when you felt a hand snake it’s way into yours. You smiled up at Jug and found he was already looking down at you.
“You know, this is gonna make a great story someday. ‘Hey Y/N and Jughead, tell us the story of your first kiss.’ Oh well, first I was doing some sleuthing and this idiot fell into a hole, then she asked me to strip off all my clothes, then she got all soppy and started rambling so I kissed her and told her I loved her.” Jughead explained as you hit his arm.
“Always have to be such a drama queen, don’t you Jones?” You sassed.
“May be a drama queen, but I’m your drama queen.” He said sliding his arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of you head.
“Cheeseball.” You giggled.
Looking on, you would have seen a young couple, making their way to their favourite spot, joking around, very much in love. It would have looked like an ideal moment.