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Hmm i like researching nd finding bout things so much!! When the name of 'Rakta' was revealed, i immediately got it cause it legit means blood in hindi. Then cat killed my curiosity nd i find other members name are related to color red too. Okayy so the theme red is being well followed under the name RED CHANPURU.
So the building I live in is designed to handle hurricanes (yayyy)
This means where a normal first ground floor would be is instead concrete stilts so if the ground floods, people are still safe.
(They are huge and meet many many safety laws, pinky promise)
There is a daily downside to this is feature though.
When someone blares music in their car, the sound echoes like a damn Imax theater sound system. It gets better, because it also gets LOUDER with every floor the sound travels up.
The music I can handle.
My issue is particularly with my neighbor who has a three inch lifted all black truck—and has it customized to roar to life like a jet engine.
I have never seen this neighbor, only heard their truck.
Until this morning.
I go downstairs to walk my dog, get out of the elevator and the truck pulls into the garage and parks just as the elevator door opens.
I get out of the elevator and realize that I am finally going to put a face to the dick wad that chose to spend money to make themselves even more of a dick.
The door opens on the drivers side aa I’m walking by the front of their truck to get to the sidewalk.
My dog starts barking. I turn to see my dog barking at—that’s right you guess it, Douch-Bag McGee.
I look down at him.
For reference I am a 6’1 tall fem that legitimately makes money by men paying me to make them cry and humiliate them.
Douch-Bag McGee is barely pushing 5’2, in thick heeled cow boy boots.
He looks UP at me.
He’s thinking I’m looking at his truck because 'it’s hot'
No sweetie. I’m trying to figure out if the garage has cameras so I don’t get caught putting sugar in your gas tank.
Then I see something as he's talking to me. What about I still cant tell you, all i know is the tone was cocky and misogynistic.
So I decide to do what I get paid to do and field kick his ego into the next state with four words.
"Is that a step stool?" I point to the object that he had forgotten to throw back in his truck before anyone could see.
No words. He just looked at me like a toddler holding their breath during a temper tantrum.
on a purely technical level, a big thing i despise about AI-generated writing is how fucking try-hard it sounds...these slop-fics/books make every single line into try-hard almost-poetry that is absolutely exhausting to read
sometimes a character just needs to do something. it doesn't have to sound pretty. every line shouldn't have to force a metaphor or try to out-do the one that came before. many lines of prose can (and should!) be mundane/bland so that the poetic ones that come later stand out all the more. AI-generated writing doesn't understand that prose, like music, can make use of dynamics. if all the music is loud, then none of it's loud. if all the lines are poetic, then none of them are.
also the chronic over-focus on emotions without actually saying anything concrete about what the POV character is experiencing oh my fucking god if i see one more of these goddamn fics come across my dash i'll scoop my eyes out with a melonballer
Don’t mind me and my trash idea for a Suo x Reader fic buuuuuut
(Wind Breaker manga spoilers ahead)
So the place that Suo lives has multiple cultures right? So that means different gangs could also be from different countries such as:
Russia
Italy
Norway
South Africa
Haiti
And so on.
Another observation I had was that the Red Champuru are all men.
So could you imagine an matriarchal gang, who for the last few years has been very quite in their corner. No disturbances, no turf battles—nothing. Just silence.
Due to the problems going on in Champuru keeping them occupied, they thought nothing of it. To focused on keeping their heads above water to look into the silence.
When in reality the silence was due to the reigning matriarch passing away (old age, in charge for many decades)
Somehow, as if they knew the moment Suo is back full time— the new matriarch and her two captains enter into Suos territory.
At first everyone assumes it’s to speak with Champurus master. But instead they ask to speak with Suo specifically.
They bring a proposal to him.
“You are struggling financially to take care of your people.”
“How do you—“
“No one has talked or snitched. It’s just something we’ve observed for the last few years. It’s all we’ve done for years while my predecessor knocked at deaths door. So we’ve been watching everyone, learning patterns, overhearing conversations.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to make a trade. You allow some of my girls to come be trained—in exchange I will cover your gangs entire expenses for a year. Food, clothes, housing, education, medical. Everything.”
“And if I refuse?”
“Then I take my offer to someone else. But I sincerely hope you realize what kind of threat that could pose to the Red Chanpuru. Another gang suddenly gains a mass of funding at their disposal, possibly ones thay have held long standing grudges.”
“What a peculiar threat. Why bring this to me and not my Master?”
“Because I believe you are about to be in the same spot I am—for the same exact reason.”
he would not fucking say that, but with disability.. he would not fucking be able bodied. sick n tired of characters walking away from multiple life changing injuries without a scratch. let’s get some natural consequences in here.
give that knife/sword fight survivor nerve damage. give the character who was shot in the gut a stoma. give that fire survivor lung damage and an oxygen cannula. give that leg injury survivor a cane. give that starvation survivor gastroparesis. give that spinal injury survivor a manual chair or powerchair.
while we’re at it, give your characters congenital disabilities too, just because. give them intellectual and development disabilities. give them acquired and postviral illnesses. dare to make somebody bedbound. for me.
Not that I think all marriages are doomed but when deciding who to marry you should ask yourself “is this someone I’d want to divorce?” As in, is this someone I believe would be mature and fair, even when they’re upset and don’t particularly like me at the moment. Is this someone I could continue to trust while going through an adversarial process? And if the answer is no, don’t marry them.
To add on to these questions, here are some I asked myself before getting married:
-Is this someone I can depend on to be compassionate and help me when grieving the loss of a parent?
-Is this someone who loves me if we suddenly no longer have sex?
(Good thing I did because my partner is now paraplegic and sex is painful for them—why would I want to hurt my partner when all I want is to see them smile?)
-Is this someone I can trust to be open and honest, even if it might hurt my feelings, and be kind in how they talk to me about what ever it is?
-Is this someone who will help support my friends and family the same way I will theirs?
-Is this someone who won’t get frustrated at me when I have a flare up?
There’s a ton of questions I asked myself before getting married. I waited until I was 28 to settle down, before that I was a feral heart breaker.
PS: Don’t settle for someone who does not treat you like their best friend. Your partner is supposed to be held at higher expectations than your best friend, remember that.
