#personal musing

I hope Wakui's move in assembling the majority of the siblings in the latest chapter suceeds in grabbing the readers' interest thus avoiding NnA from getting axed. Like Kimetsu no Yaiba. I've heard that Gotouge threw in Muzan, who's the main antagonist and final boss of the series, in its earlier arc because kny was so close to get cancelled by WSJ. The tactic was proven to be successful because the series kept running to the point it got anime adaptation which further explodes the series' popularity.

Hello! Thank you for dropping in a very nice & supportive Ask here on my blog ☀️ I hope you've had a nice Christmas yourself! 🎄

Thank you for giving my stories a chance and directly, to this OTP of mine. They're not only adorable together but could actually have a balanced, healthy relationship if ever given the opportunity either in canon or AU. They're both selfless & the only way they'll both go down in canon is like fighting over who gets to go first 😂 <Look at these two dorks together lol They'll make good-looking A++ Nordic/Asian babies with superior genetics lmao>

I'm very honored to know that the universes I've built through my stories have somewhat help give a (positive?) outlook from you towards the series. I've had fans appreciating both Reiner & Mikasa's complexity in canon more based on my interpretation. Readers who either am neutral or actually not a big fan of Mikasa fell in love with her more after reading my stories. I know that my stories have given my beloved characters the appreciation they deserve.

I have receive a lot of suggestions from my readers: to write on different ships, to write an OT3, to write something edgier & darker. I am flattered & will keep all suggestions in my 'to consider one day folder' inside my brain 😆

Honestly, I'm not a good dark content absorber, I truly doubt I can be good enough in writing darker, edgier genre. Canon is already dark, my fanon is the opposite haha

Truthfully, at the moment, I'm in a very happy place in writing: romance, erotic, fluff, family & parenthood, sprinkled with a healthy dose of angst and comfort - I feel enough. When my readers shared that my stories helped them get through the pandemic or their mental health struggles, it reminds me again the reason why I keep on writing & it also reminds me that I'm doing something good and something right with my stories 💖 That will never change.

Thank you for the suggestion! I guess, we'll see if it happens one day 😉 xoxo

“ Wept for me, for thee, for all,    When He was an infant small.    Thou His image ever see,    Heavenly face that smiles on thee! ”

“ Smiles on thee, on me, on all,    Who became an infant small;    Infant smiles are His own smiles;    Heaven and earth to peace beguiles. ”

When there were previous illnesses that didn’t hit this country hard enough to affect my life I’d see them sometimes, though usually on foreign students (which sort of reinforced this not being a here problem) or when I was in Thailand.

I’d read about how there was no evidence of their efficacy, and think yes, silly people doing a panic, I wouldn’t do that.

I went out to uni on Monday, and most people weren’t wearing anything, but I saw a few masks, and also a few people covering that area in other ways, like with a scarf or one of these.

My first thought was, that’s really dumb, right? If actual surgical masks don’t do anything, that definitely won’t.

But later in the day, I wished I had one.

Firstly, we get told that there’s no evidence the surgical masks do anything, and it seems logical that it’s even less likely that a non-medical-grade mask does anything.

But - reason number 1 - it’s hard for me to believe they can do *literally nothing*. Like, maybe the virus is too small to be filtered out when it’s just in the air, but a liquid droplet from someone who spits when they talks might still not land on your actual face. Plus, I can’t touch my nose and mouth if they’re covered, and I feel like the feeling of it on my face would help remind me to not absent-mindedly touch my face, either.

Reason number 2 is the big one, though. When I unavoidably need to go out into the world, even knowing that there’s no evidence it’s effective - I would *feel* safer and less vulnerable wearing something over my face. I wouldn’t find myself pointlessly and anxiety-inducingly holding my breath every time I catch a stranger’s scent in the air. It would protect, in other words, my psychological health.

I feel like stress and anxiety are going to be a big deal going forward, especially for anyone who still has to go out on a regular basis.

The UK government might have been wrong about their initial strategy, but I don’t think they were wrong about some of the implied premises: that the disappearance of life-as-normal, and the pervasion of preventative measures into every aspect of day-to-day life, are things with real and serious psychological side effects, and that panic and fear can cause harm as well as a virus.

So, don’t buy up actual surgical masks; people need those. But if a dust mask or a scarf over your face or whatever makes you feel less anxious about doing shit you have to do anyway, I say why not.

(‘You have to do anyway’ is important - don’t fool yourself into thinking it has an actual significant effect, and thus neglecting other risk management. You still have to do everything else, and it should be for when your only other option is doing the same thing with a bare face.)

So far, I’ve not quite been able to take my own advice. I’m too self-conscious, I guess, that I’ll be mistaken for someone who thinks it’s actually effective. But next time I have to go out, whenever that ends up being, I’ll seriously consider it - just to feel calmer.

A dull bashing sent the door swinging. In came two pairs of tactical leather boots. The footwork was heavy like the hooves of a bull and downright clumsy. Neither entrants bothered to swipe the light switch on the wall. Or more accurately put, Rogers didn't know the layout well enough and Rumlow had his hands thoroughly occupied. Rough fingers grabbed and gripped at the weak seams of a shirt.

The air was muggy enough that their movements alone stirred currents in the underfurnished, one-one apartment. Rumlow pulled back to chuckle, sheepishly, unbothered, "Sorry, you know me, cheap as an old hag. Can't leave the AC runnin' while I'm off for days. Fighting the good fight, being paid shit." Right after the seemingly casual remark, he nosed into Steve's throat again, hungry mouth latching onto and gnawing at tender skin. Eliciting a wheezy groan that was very well received.

A super-soldier was still a man; he didn't taste sweet nor subtle, and that made Rumlow's stomach growl in a surge of lust. "Thought about you while I was away, Cap," he confessed feverishly, yanking at the blonde's belt, only to knock their hips together with a painful bone to bone bang. Steve whimpered and it was delicious; it was a pretty distraction from who Rumlow really wanted but could never hold onto. "Oh. Oh what, you wanna know? Haa, it ain't nuthin' good, golden boy, I promise you."