The Fundamentals of Character Development, Part 2: Pillars
Hello everyone, it’s Penemue. Sorry that it took so long to put up the next part like I promised. I had some things I had to escape. Anyway, inpart one, we talked about the cornerstone foundations! Now, it’s time for part two- the pillars.
Soo… 600+ of you have found me. You may be a little bit lost, eheh.
Hello! I’m so grateful for all of you that have chosen to follow me on this journey of writing Charlotte. I thank all of you for giving me a chance, and choosing to stick around. All of you have shown me nothing but kindness and I could not be more grateful for that. I think that all of you are so wonderful and talented. You all brighten um my dashboard every single day. I want to let you all know that you are all so spectacular and that everything you do for your blogs and your characters are more than enough. You are all so great in such different ways, and it’s amazing that we can all come together and form a little community.
Now, since I am not skilled in many things, here is a little bias list from me to you! It contains shoutouts to some of the special people that are involved in my roleplaying life and a list of a bunch of other spectacular individuals that you all should check out if you haven’t!
PS: The graphic was made by the super amazing Torie, who you can find over at @greaseveined and @madeorator! She’s spectacular, and super generous with all of her time and talent!
Honestly Gryles has been a thing for so long and to this day I still look at pics and think, “Lmao they didn’t actually do that w/e” but then I realize I’m wrong and instead there is real life celeb royalty realness
god give me strength as I take a trip down memory lane and look at some of the saddest non-photoshopped images of gryles
A/N: Here it is everyone, the second and final installment of this fic! I hope you all enjoyed this, and if you like my writing, keep your eye out for the beginning of a hangrid series that is currently in the works! Please like, comment, and share if you enjoyed, and make sure to read part one if you haven’t yet, It’s on my fanfiction page!
Hangrid fluff/humor, Part 2/2
Approx. 1600 words
Synopsis: After Ingrid drunkenly reveals her relationship with Hannah at a late night Vidcon party, they have to face the music and figure out the plan of action, with help from Grace and Mamrie.
It was 9:35am on the second morning of Vidcon, and Hannah was perched on the bed that she was sharing with Ingrid for the weekend in the hotel, scrolling through the Hangrid tag on Tumblr. As would be expected, the internet absolutely exploded after the Hangrid outing last night, by none other than her own drunk girlfriend, and Hannah was trying to get a gauge on what to expect and how to best move forward, without suffocating the new relationship to death.
Ingrid woke with a start.
Her head was pounding and her throat felt like cotton, but she could feel the warm presence of her girlfriend beside her, and knew she would be well taken care of through her hangover, which was sure to be a pain in the ass.
“Hannah,” Ingrid started, “… What happened last night?”
Hannah looked down at Ingrid with a cheeky grin. Her hair was mussed on the pillow and she had a line of drool still on her face, but in Hannah’s eyes, she was as adorable as ever.
“Babe, a lot of stuff happened last night that I’m sure you don’t remember, and it may mortify you a little bit, but I just want you to keep in mind that I love you no matter what, and that even the most sensational stories on the internet are usually forgotten within a week…”
Ingrid had an unreadable expression on her face, a combination over her confusion from Hannah’s words, and her sudden realization that she needs to find a glass of water ASAP.
Hannah was mentally preparing herself to dive into the events of last night, when all of a sudden both girls were startled by a sudden and persistent banging on their hotel rooms front door.
“OPEN UP BITCHES, WE’RE HERE FOR DAMAGE CONTROL!” Mamrie yelled from the other side of the door, as Grace pounded on it with all the strength that her slim frame could muster.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, stop with the banging, you’ll make Ingrid cry from her headache!” Hannah yelled, as she shuffled over to undo the deadlock that she fastened before tucking in her sloppily affectionate girlfriend into bed last night.
The two girls pushed past Hannah and made their way into the suite, unceremoniously tossing their bodies on the other bed in the room that wasn’t occupied by Ingrid, who was hiding under the covers from the sudden noise and insanity.
“Alright, so now that the cat, or should I say pussy, is out of the bag, what’s the next move bitch?” Mamrie asked, pointing at Hannah, who was busy brushing the hair out of Ingrid’s eyes and placing a reassuring kiss on her forehead.
“Okay wait, before this gets any further, will somebody please fill me in on what exactly has been let out of what bag?”
Hannah sighed and looked at Grace and Mamrie, who shrugged their shoulders and gestured for Hannah to spill the beans. So she told Ingrid exactly what happened, how she lost sight of her for about 20 minutes, and within those 20 minutes Ingrid got drunk enough to think it was time to let the world know that her and Hannah are madly in love and dating. Hannah left out the details such as the sloppy kiss and assgrab for now, because Ingrid already looked like she was about to faint, and Hannah knew that she would see it all over social media soon anyway.
Ingrid just sat there with her mouth half open, as Hannah reassuringly rubbed her thumbs over Ingrid’s hands, trying to ignore the two other women in the room who were trying the hardest to suppress their laughter and keep their shit together without falling off the bed.
“I’m so sorry baby,” Ingrid said, looking into Hannah’s eyes with her own tearful ones, “I feel so embarrassed about how much I had to drink and how far I let everything go… I wanted to make it special, the time we finally decided to let the world know… But now I’ve ruined everything.”
Hannah shot Grace and Mamrie a look that said it’s time for them to leave, and as they slinked out of the room, Hannah wrapped a tearful Ingrid into her strong arms.
“Don’t say those things baby girl, I’m not mad or upset with you at all. I just want to make sure you’re okay and that we’re both on the same page with how we plan on moving forward, that’s all. Okay love?” Hannah wiped away the last few tears on Ingrid’s face, and then slowly tipped her chin up to press their lips together in a soft, tender kiss, hoping to communicate how much love she felt for the girl in that moment.
After Ingrid rehydrated herself and popped some ibuprofen into her system, both girls showered, got dressed, and headed down into the lobby. Ingrid spent some time on her laptop while Hannah was getting ready, and watched many videos, saw many gifs, and even skimmed a few fanfictions about the show she put on last night. Having a better understanding of exactly what happened, both girls agreed that the best way to handle the situation would be to just unapologetically confirm their relationship on twitter, and get through the rest of vidcon without being mauled by the ravenous hangrid shippers.
They met Grace and Mamrie in the lobby, both girls giving Ingrid a reassuring hug. They caught a cab and made their way to Vidcon, mentally preparing for the chaos that will surely ensue when Hannah and Ingrid enter the main hall hand in hand. Hannah looked over at Ingrid, who was staring out the window, and tucked a stray strand of hair back behind her ear as Ingrid turned to her with a subtle smile.
“Everything is going to be okay, right Hannah?”
“I promise babe, I won’t let anything bad happen to you or this relationship.”
Hannah kissed Ingrid on the forehead softly, as Ingrid closed her eyes from the gentle contact and snuggled closer into Hannah’s side, under her protective arm.
“Will you two stop it? I’m starting to baby barf my beef wellington from last night, and that shit was already nasty the first time around.” Mamrie chided at them as Grace cackled in the front seat. Hannah stuck her tongue out teasingly at the redhead as she gently flicked Grace in the ear, who was sitting in front of her.
“Cut it out guys,” Hannah said, “We’re about to get enough shit from the rest of our viewers in a few minutes, the least you could do is be nice for ten seconds.” Mamrie scrunched up her nose at this as they pulled up to the main hall.
When Hannah and Ingrid walked in, shit got real.
Everywhere they could see, there were screaming fangirls calling for their attention. Hannah spotted at least a dozen heart sign poster’s with “Hangrid” painted on them, and Ingrid even pointed out a poster that had their faces photoshopped on Nugget and Ollie’s bodies. It was flattering but overwhelming, especially for Hannah, who has done her best to keep her personal life as personal as possible throughout her youtube career.
The girl pushed their way through the crowd until they finally made it to a private area where the rest of their creator friends were waiting. Before they could take two steps into the space, Tyler came shooting towards them with an excited “SQUEEEEE!” and a bear hug for the both of them. Jenna kept yelling “OTP! OTP!”, Lilly was going on about how they’re the new internet celesbian power couple, and Flula brought an edible arrangement.
Overwhelmed by the excitement and stimulation around them, the girls thanked their friends for the support, took their fruitful gift off of Flula’s hands, and set off to find a private room where they could just sit and take a breather.
“I don’t even know what to think of all that,” Ingrid said with a soft laugh, “It’s amazing how much support we have, and I’m glad people like us together, I’m just scared that we’re never going to be able to be a real couple, without all the pictures documenting every interaction and the screaming shippers everywhere we go.” Ingrid continued.
“I know baby, it’s a lot to digest right now,” Hannah said, looking into Ingrid’s chestnut eyes, “But if I know anything about the internet, it’s that this all will calm down in due time. Yes, there will always be shippers, but most of them are respectful of our privacy and just genuinely want us to be happy. Before you know it, a new power couple will come out, and they’ll become the talk of the town while we just sit back and remember the madness that happened when we were in their position. I put my money on Dan and Phil.” Hannah winked.
“You’re right Hannah, I know we’ll be okay in the long run,” Ingrid smiled. “But until then, how about we take advantage of the alone time we have now, before we have to go back and face all that madness, yeah?” Ingrid teased with a glint in her eye. Hannah put her hands on Ingrid’s slim hips, and quirked the corner of her mouth into a dimpled grin.
“Now that is something I can get on board with.”
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I'm having a super shitty day, could you possibly rec some of the happiest floating-on-a-cloud-of-fluff sterek fics you can find? 😁
I know this is probably too late to make your super shitty day better, but I have a lot of fics for you, like A LOT. Do you know why? I’m a little too obsessed with this adorable as fuck motherfuckers. Like, really. They are too fucking cute and it hurts my soul a little bit.
Across the loft, Cora claps her hands. “Okay, new rule. Any time Derek wants a date, one of us has to vet her first.”
Scott, who’s actually upside down on Derek’s couch, in apparent celebration of their defeat of the alpha pack—which somehow ended with Kali trying to give Derek her number, and he still doesn’t know how that happened, because he’s the worst alpha ever—says, “You know who’s got really good people instincts?”
This is some fluffy silliness I wrote in reaction to “The Girl Who Knew Too Much.” Anyone looking for a serious story should probably look elsewhere. However, if you want to know the kind of flaws Stiles discovers in Derek’s possible dates, this is the place for you.
It’s not the greatest job in the world, but someone’s gotta do it. And Stiles makes the most of it, okay?
Writing captions for the live broadcasts as well as helping run and write the copy for the online news stories can get rather tedious and boring, but Stiles tries his best to keep himself entertained. Slipping in a movie or comic book reference inside a human interest story just to see if someone comments about it, putting up a funny headline to see if someone catches it and puts it up on reddit, you know harmless things that to the casual viewer and reader will go unnoticed but to those that actually pay attention, they might get a kick out of it.
Recently though, he maybe has been… abusing his power.
Derek thinks it is a nightmare that wakes him from his sleep like almost every night, but once he wakes up long enough to remember where he is he realizes that it wasn’t a night mare that woke him up.
It was singing.
Derek rubs his bleary eyes when he looks at him clock. It is three o’clock in the morning, and Derek just stares in disbelief at his clock until the song that his new neighbor was singing finally clicked in Derek’s head. It was “You Got a Friend in Me” from Toy Story. Derek stares that opposite wall where the music is coming from before he throws back his covers, and stomps towards the man’s door.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear that he’s got a spell or jinx on him that warns the packs back home whenever his V-card’s in danger of being punched. Every. time. Stiles has been this close to getting it on with someone (and once, someones), someone calls him with an ‘emergency’.
In the beginning, Stiles would throw it around hesitantly- “If you love me, go get me a cheeseburger.” “I will love you forever if you do this.” “Why don’t you love me like that?”- as a joke, but when he realized that Derek was definitely not joking, he used it every chance he got.
Stilinski and McCall were fully dressed now. Stilinski was waiting while McCall put on his shoes. Further into the room, Weird Creep was hiding behind a row of lockers. Only half his body was still visible. Clearly the guy operated on the old ‘if I can’t see it, it can’t see me’ school of stealth.
Coach Finstock looked back to the boys. McCall was still busy tying his shoes. Either he hadn’t noticed or he was avoiding the coach - either was a distinct possibility. Stilinski had a ‘lord give me strength’ expression on and was shaking his head.
“Seriously?” Coach Finstock asked.
“Yeah,” Stilinksi said. “Just… don’t mention it. It’s nothing weird, I swear.”
AKA 5 Times Derek Hale Tries (And Utterly Fails) To Be Stealthy and 1 Time He Totally Knows He Failed
Derek Hale does not babysit. He just doesn’t. That is, until he finds out that his cute new neighbor wants them to bond as single fathers while their daughters play. Not that Ellie is his daughter, but Stiles doesn’t need to know that, right?
Or, wherein Derek does not bother correcting an assumption and probably even encourages it in the name of lurve, but it all works out because Stiles is not exactly being the poster boy of honesty either.
Stiles is working in the basement of the Library of Congress and is feeling his social skills quickly deteriorate. Then along comes a new librarian working at Circulation who is most definitely a male model. Maybe its time to start re-socializing.
In which Valentine’s Day is closely approaching, and Derek is a disgruntled grad student who works at a library. He’s hit a roadblock on his thesis, he’s harboring a (not so secret) crush on Stiles, and he keeps receiving werewolf-themed gifts from a secret admirer.
Basically, Derek is totally oblivious and angsty, Stiles does a lot of planning off-screen, and Erica and Scott are awesome friends who are awesome.
“It just sucks always having to wonder what other people see when the look at me. Don’t you ever just want to be normal?"
Brilliantly and sensitively written.
I think the ‘Middlesex meets Mean Girls’ tagline is a bit flippant - yes, None of the Above deals with an intersex character much like Middlesex, but Mean Girls? Urg. Find me a YA novel where we don’t have some kind of teenage bitchiness.
BUT I DIGRESS.
I remember when the Caster Semenya saga developed - a female South African athlete who it emerged was intersex -she was forced to undergo gender testing in order to be allowed to compete again. Born without a womb or ovaries, she had undescended testes, and people thought she was unfairly benefiting from extra testosterone. I just remember how utterly foul the coverage was - calling her "hermaphrodite”, “he/she?”, and and possibly worst of all “it”. Like Caster was some strange alien creature emerging from the deep.
Being South African myself, the coverage here was mostly supportive - but more out of a denial that this was just some Western myth created to discredit an African athlete. Which didn’t exactly help or contribute to anyone’s understanding of what intersex means.
So here’s a definition from the Intersex Society of North America:
“Intersex” is a general term used for a variety of conditions in which a person is born with a reproductive or sexual anatomy that doesn’t seem to fit the typical definitions of female or male. For example, a person might be born appearing to be female on the outside, but having mostly male-typical anatomy on the inside. Or a person may be born with genitals that seem to be in-between the usual male and female types.
Though we speak of intersex as an inborn condition, intersex anatomy doesn’t always show up at birth. Sometimes a person isn’t found to have intersex anatomy until she or he reaches the age of puberty, or finds himself an infertile adult, or dies of old age and is autopsied. Some people live and die with intersex anatomy without anyone (including themselves) ever knowing.
What does this mean? Intersex is a socially constructed category that reflects real biological variation. To better explain this, we can liken the sex spectrum to the color spectrum. There’s no question that in nature there are different wavelengths that translate into colors most of us see as red, blue, orange, yellow. But the decision to distinguish, say, between orange and red-orange is made only when we need it—like when we’re asking for a particular paint color. Sometimes social necessity leads us to make color distinctions that otherwise would seem incorrect or irrational, as, for instance, when we call certain people “black” or “white” when they’re not especially black or white as we would otherwise use the terms.
In None of the Above, seemingly “normal” girl Kristen - athlete, girlfriend, homecoming queen - finds out that she is intersex, and is understandable hurt, confused, upset, angry. Let’s be honest - teenagerhood is bad enough without having to deal with an existential question such as “Am I still a woman? What the hell does this mean? My life is over!”
She lives in fear that everyone will find out, but at the same time, the knowledge is a weight pressing down on her. Ultimately, after confiding to her best friends, the whole school finds out - and things go rapidly downhill from there.
People are mean. Moreso when it comes to things they just don’t understand. Especially when they don’t want the taint of association.
Human nature truly sucks sometimes. When we encounter something out of our range of what is expected, out of what we consider to be normal, we poke at it and stare at it and generally react badly.
And for our MC Kristen? This is hell. And the age of social media makes it ten times worse. Horrible comments, crudely photoshopped pictures, messages scrawled on her locker, people calling her a man, her boyfriend dropping her like a hot potato.. It’s all too much, and she embarks on home study to take a break. And, of course, her athletic career, upon which she is relying for a college scholarship, is called into question.
“What was I supposed to tell her? Not just my mom - everyone? My sister? My dad?” His voice broke, and I understood. Mr Wilmington’s favourite nickname for Sam was 'stud’. “I don’t know…That it’s a medical condition.” A wave of grief and anger overwhelmed me. “God damn it Sam. It’s not like I am what I am out of spite."
None of the Above is a great portrayal of a girl struggling with questions of her identity, and what it means to be a woman. It takes a long, hard look at gender constructs. But above all, it’s not only an "issue” book. It also tackles friendships, support systems, growing up and finding your inner strength to keep on keeping on. It looks at the problematic systems of labeling sexuality, and people in general.
“What concerns you the most about your intersex diagnosis?” “It’s hard to pick just one thing. But…I hate it that people don’t understand what intersex is. They think that I’m some kind of transsexual,” I blurted. Even as I said it out loud, I realised how petulant and closed-minded I must sound. “I mean, its not like there’s anything wrong with being a transsexual…,” I backpedaled, then sighed. Who was I kidding? “I know that getting upset about their calling me a tranny makes me just as judgemental as the people making fun of me. But it hurts anyway. It’s so ignorant."
But it’s not all heavy. There are some light hearted moments as well, and heartwarming instances of people just being great and supportive.
"But I was a jerk. Do you know how much it sucks to be the jerk?” “That’s kind of personal, isn’t it?"
I hope this book is read far and wide. I hope it helps those who are struggling with any kind of gender issues. There aren’t a lot of books about intersex, transexual and other people who don’t fit into the gender binary out there, although this is slowly changing. And I hope it helps us to be more understanding and empathetic towards people who are defining a new normal.
I passed huddles of giggling girls, a trio of guys smoking and telling jokes outside a club. Everyone seemed to understand that strength came in numbers and identity came as part of a group. I wouldn’t make the same mistake again.
ARC received from Edelweiss in exchange for an honest review. Quotes are taken from the uncorrected proof, and may differ from the final publication.