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hiroshiii13 · 1 year

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Deity Qinghua x Human Mobei Jun (with a little Bingqiu)

“Help me rule and become a powerful king”

Qinghua looked at the fragile and battered human at his feet. He could hear the shallow breaths, could smell the pungent smell of his blood-soaked robes and see his broken bones; this human won’t last through the night. But in contrast to his body that welcomed death, his blue eyes held on in defiance. He had an unwavering will to live and within those eyes, this human regarded him as his lifeline.

“Okay.” Qinghua put the reverb on and said in his most cryptic voice, “a life for a life, the price to pay is steep, think, dear human if your heart’s desire--“

“I’ll do it.”

*scratch disk sound*

“??!” Qinghua was over the moon! How naive! Others who have summoned him were all stingy, they read the terms and conditions and haggled with him into submission. It was such a long process but this guy doesn’t even want to know what he’s trading?

“Are you sure you don’t want to go through the fine print?” Qinghua scratched his head. Sure he wanted the merits but this felt like a highway robbery, he wasn’t THAT cold-hearted.

“I am bleeding to death.” 😐

“OH RIGHT!!”

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And thus, the little deity helped the mortal, Mobei Jun, regain his strength and conquer the throne. He taught him everything there is to know; about strategies in war and debate, diplomacy, about keeping his court in control and his subjects happy. With Qinghua by the ruler’s side, the northern kingdom experienced a golden age.

The people lived in harmony, no famine nor corruption affected his rule. All was well; EXCEPT QINGHUA HIMSELF. This deity was worked like a dog doing administrative work. “Wuwuwu” he was a face-con swindled into forging a contract without a set expiration date. Rookie mistake but what was he supposed to do?! The beautiful man held his hand and told him to “help me rule” while on death’s door! Kyaaaa! It was romantic~

Anyway, it’s finished. All he had to do now was work himself to the bone until the man was satisfied, so he could earn his end of the bargain and finally unbind their contract.

He was fine.

It was okay.

Until he remembered Shen Qingqiu, deity of fertility, would probably throw merits at him like spare change.

Qinghua clenched his fists and with newly-found determination thought what else the man needed.

☑️ Loyal and honest lackeys

☑️ Intel re: other states and countries

☑️ Favorable public opinion

Wife? YES WIFE!!! Mobei Jun needed a spouse to make his rule absolute, not to mention his need for heirs! The little deity fiercely studied the art of romance and started collating information about possible spouses fit for a king.

He started with small touches, he’d graze the back of his hands, then it turned to massaging his shoulders after long court sessions and now he helped the king don his robes daily. The man was so touch-averse and prickly at the start. Now he would even initiate h*nd h*lding even though he still looked stone-faced all the time. Ding! Success! Laozi is the best in the world!! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

Then, he started praising the man more. Communication is a two-way street, Qinghua had to lead by example.

“My King your hair crown looks good on you.”

“Dawang is wise! But this one suggests…”

“Mobei Jun is fierce yet just. Reliable and unparalleled by all!”

The taller man who was usually fair would turn an exquisite shade of pink under his declarations. Shang Qinghua thought it was cute seeing him squirm until the man learned how to counterattack.

“Qinghua looks beautiful, but I’d like it if… you only wore this in front of me.”

“I trust your judgement the most.”

“Only ask and it shall be done.”

Sometimes they’d whisper in each other’s ear as if they were the only ones in the room, and yes they’d playfully banter during official court sessions but that just means Mobei Jun can now communicate his needs better with his future wife! This was the most important agenda!

The whole court: ???

Envoys bringing princesses to present: ???

The Mobei Clan: ???

Finally, this deity was soooo dedicated that he would dress up in MBJ’s colors and go on practice dates with him. So what if he took hours to chose an outift that showed his best assets? And what could be done if they wanted run and hide in the royal gardens, giggling and sharing Mobei Jun’s hand-pulled noodles?

It was all for training! Until Mobei Jun suddenly pulled out a ring and he started crying saying “yes!” until he was incoherent. He could have kept his professional air... except Mobei Jun’s tongue was in his mouth and the last of his garments were holding for dear life by the end of the night.

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“You forget, this one is charitable and pure of heart. When I granted your wish I needed a life for a life.” SQH teased as he looked at his husband.

“Qinghua, baobei, I dedicate my life only to y—“

“Stop!!” SQH put his hand on the other’s mouth only to be met with kisses. He was suffering from too much success. This king turned out to be so cringy affectionate.

“Anyway, I wasn’t taking your life. I meant to take your first born.”

“Okay.”

“What?”

“You wanted my first born.” Mobei Jun touched his little wife’s stomach and looked at him with shining eyes, “We will do what Qinghua wants.”

And that’s when the little deity raised his white flag in earnest. He could never win against his husband.

END

(EXTRA)

It has been 3 months since Luo Binghe received a book of possible wives from Mobei Jun; a gift from his consort. Shen Qingqiu, deity of fertility, has been roaming the world with his new contractee in search of a suitable spouse, but none of them passed LBH’s screening.

Ning Yingying

Sha Hualing

Liu Mingyan

Liu Qingge (?)

There are more people on the list but everyday the deity loses a bit of hope. He tries not to dwell on Junshang’s hot and appraising stares directed at him. He consoled himself that the other was very straight™️.

#svsss #mxtx #hiroshi drabble #moshang #mobei jun #shang qinghua #bingqiu #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #my fic #fan fic writing #remembering that one tumblr prompt but I forgot where it is

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theoldlesbianwithcats · 21 days

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prev anon here: the article is far too long, but i quoted the section. this article is from the 1970s, but it was reprined in this issue on the request of some other reader, so there are women who still think this way.

"HOMOSEXUAL – This word should also, in my opinion, be erased from our language: les-bian language. According to Webster’s Dictionary, the homosexual is one who has, or “exhib-its sexual desire toward a member of one’s own sex.” As has been pointed out by others before,such a definition puts the total emphasis on the sexual aspects of our lives – homosexuals aresimply sexual beings (i.e., resulting in such questions as “What do they do in the daytime?”).Calling ourselves homosexuals almost seems to reinforce the stereotype that lesbians are over-sexed women who will be “cured” (sic) as soon as they meet the man (penis) capable of fulfillingtheir vast sexual desires. Another possible misleading undertone to the word homosexual is theimplication that female homosexuals are attracted to women in the same manner that males areattracted to women. Of course, the primary reason a man is attracted to a specific woman isbecause of her physical beauty, and I doubt lesbians love women solely for their physical charac-teristics. And despite what the general public believes, generally a lesbian who’s attracted tosome woman acts nothing like most men would (i.e., whistle, grab, put the make on, hustle, try toscore, etc.). The term homosexual almost implies that lesbians feel and act like straight men,since both simply “desire” women, but thankfully this is far from the truth. In her book LoveBetween Women, Charlotte Wolff states that a lesbian would more correctly be labeled “homo-emotional” rather than “homo-sexual,” making the important distinction of placing the emphasison the emotional, instead of the physical, part of her orientation. Yes, I enjoy sex with womenmore than I did with men, but that is basically because my emotional relationships with womenare so much more intense and fulfilling than those with men could ever be. It is because of theserelationships that I am a lesbian; I am not a homosexual."

"i am not a homosexual" we know lol.

"homoemotional" really in every generation bisexual women were busy inventing the split attraction model because they simply dont understand that bad or boring sex with men because men are shitty to women does not make them lesbians, preferring sex with women does not make them lesbians.

this whole argument is so dumb i dont even know what to say. its like when you tell TRAs a woman is a female so they respond with "oh so you think woman are breeders?" um no? also how is saying lesbians are attracted sexualyl to women implying they need penis to satisfy them? disgusting and stupid.

i understand why homosexual is the one word all gay and lesbian people are increasingly using, because all these fakers and appropriaters hate it.

Thank you! :)

As always, polilez can't help projecting their own feelings and showing how lesbophobic they are. Being homosexual is being sex-crazed, shallow, etc. and of course they denounce the lesbophobia of lesbians having a supposed male exception... even though they had sex with men and call themselves lesbians anyway (In a way, "abusive men made me a lesbian" / "comphet made me have sex with men" are just negative variants of "lesbians have male exceptions")

In my case, I was thinking of a big proponent of political lesbianism in France and Europe, Alice Coffin, who said in her book Lesbian Genius (right after talking about her ex-boyfriends...): "I am not lesbian because of orientation or attraction, like the wind veers north. Lesbians are not homosexuals."

(Speak for yourself, dumbass!)

So many bi women think preferring women or being disappointed in men makes them lesbians, and they outnumber us so easily that they can enable each other and marginalize us... I've even seen fakebians have an obvious crush on a man and being told by other "lesbians" that its doesn't mean anything and it's comphet! How does that confusion help anyone??

Homosexual doesn't have any ambiguity, which is definitely a good thing, but I don't want to abandon the word lesbian either... (and I think gold star sounds cute!)

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birchbow · 10 months

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How exactly do moirails work? I keep getting confused between what constitutes a matespiritship and moirailegence. I know that moirails are able to help sooth and calm but I feel that there is way more to moirails than just that and I’m having a hard time understanding.

Ahhh, well, this is one of those things that's really only defined in-comic in a fairly skeletal way, and the form it takes in fics is always going to be like 50% headcanon, minimum. And in my case probably more because I've been fascinated by the concept of non-sexual romance/intimacy for a long time and so I've written a LOT of pale content lol. SO here's some rambling about moiraillegiance, which I'm pre-emptively putting under a cut because I know myself.

First, a brief review. Pale-related things we get in the canon, at a quick top-of-my-head scan, are basically:

some trolls are a more emotionally unstable/violent and will find somebody who complements their personality and helps keep them from murderously flying off the handle.*

of the four quadrants of relationships trolls are expected to have, this is not a concupiscient (sexual) one** but it is a (positive emotions toward your partner) one, which Karkat and the narration frame as "pity" (see "****")

At one point, a scene that appears to be setting up for a death-match is defused by one party shh-ing the other one and patting their face until they calm down, from which fandom took 'shooshing" and 'papping' as terms, from the sound effects in those panels.***

talking about your thoughts and emotions is mentioned several times in the context of pale relationships****, and I believe at one point called a feelings jam although I don't have it in me to dig back and see if that one is canon

that is the canon stuff that occurs off the top of my head

*how much of the part where the narrative explains quadrants is biased (because of what a shitshow Alternia is) is up for debate **fandom interpretation varies on this from "having sex with your moirail is a huge taboo" to "it's totally fine, it's just not one of the quadrants the drones demand contributions for". ***And also where I (and quite a few other people I would guess) started thinking about trolls having separate, alien instincts and responses to stimuli that humans would find relatively unremarkable, like having their face patted or having somebody shush them ****Alternia aggressively punishes perceived weakness to the point that seeing another troll being vulnerable and not killing them for it is narrated as "pity" which is the closest we seem to get to an Alternian-culture concept of "love". ANYWAY that probably has a finger on the needle RE: how exclusive it is to ONLY talk to your moirail about your feelings, because they're in a relationship with you and therefore hopefully won't cull you for it.

Things that are NOT canon include: most of it lmao. If you wanted an itemized list of things in my Troll Society writing that were made up almost entirely whole cloth, we would be here all day. Moving on!

When it comes to writing pale vs flushed, I mostly go by vibes, tbh lol. I suppose if I had to organize my criteria a little bit,,, I am going to spitball. Bear with me.

Pale looks at its partner and goes "I see the things wrong with you, and instead of culling you for them, we are going to fix them" and also "the place where we both are is a place we're both steady and safe" (passive/steadying/protective),

and flush is more like. "I see the things wrong with you, and instead of culling you for them I'm suffering them with you" and also "the place where we both are is a place where we Want More" (active/passionate/aggressive I guess??? Can't find the word).

or to rephrase

pale->unpicking feelings, controlling violent impulse, steadying emotional state, physical touch to invite a sort of subspace-adjacent hazy alien-arousal-that's-not-arousal.

flush->passionate, intense, active attraction, sometimes kind of violent! sometimes too passionate for its own good! Physical touch to work each other up and drive each other higher in a positive way (hopefully) (mostly) (trolls are violent assholes tbh)

I DON'T KNOW DUDE there's no guide for this stuff lol. As evidenced above, canon basically has just like a skeleton framework, so we are all out here putting these lines down ourselves.

Making this more complicated: regardless of what the author of any given fic headcanons as the social norm, it also makes sense to me that there are variations in trolls just like in humans. I usually don't write my pale pairings fucking, but it seems reasonable and inevitable to me that some trolls would be into that! Or trolls who were attracted to concupiscient quads but didn't want to bone down, although that's dangerous and untenable for reasons mentioned in previous asks.

fig 1: Meenah and Kurloz's swinging back and forth² from the (hate+fucking) quadrant to the (love/pity+no fucking³) quadrant in PoF felt like it came naturally as I was writing, because what else are two of the oldest, most powerful trolls in the universe going to do, when each of them is the only person around who comes close to actually knowing the other enough to hate/pity?

²Switching back and forth between quadrants is actually called "vacillating" and seems to be a fairly common event in troll society and media--the blurring/combining pale and pitch that they're doing is the more scandalous part, according to general fanon ³I have always preferred to write pale relationships with a lot of the traits my culture associates with sexual relationships (nudity, intimacy, an industrial porn complex lol) but to cut the sex and leave the rest and play with that contrast. How much of that is because I'm personally not sexually attracted to people, and I'm deeply Emotions about a society recognizing that kind of relationship as crucial and desirable??? I mean idk boss y'all don't pay me for introspection lol.

ANYWAY that also means the boundaries of what any given troll defines as "too much intimacy not to be pale" or "the feelings you're talking to me about are too personal for this not to be pale" or "you're touching me in a way that seems pale (or flushed)" are going to be different, which makes this extra hard to answer. Example!!

When I write Kurloz, I write him with an old-fashioned and strict view of what quadrants entail, but also being too old and above too many laws and social norms to give much of a shit about whether he blurs those lines or not most of the time. The little nods to things like it being slutty In His Time to wear your hair short and show off the roots of your horns hopefully bring across some of the cranky old man vibes lmao.

VERSUS when I write Karkat, I'm writing a much younger guy who spends a ton of time thinking about relationships and watching romcoms, synthesizing his own very in-depth thesis of What Feelings Are--and also just coming from a much younger generation. He's not nearly as comfortable blurring the lines, but he also places those lines in very different spots than Kurloz does.

TBH follow your heart haha it's just an alien sandbox and we're all just slapping sand around.

#ask time!#Price of Forgiveness #this is a long-winded way of saying ''eh I mean have fun with it'' but hopefully there's some helpful shit in there somewhere lol

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booasaur · 2 months

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Did you finish Night Country? If so what did you think of it? I loved Navarro—Kali Reis absolutely sells that stately sense capability and strength and hotness lol—and think Jodie/Kali really sold their relationship being the core of the show I also mostly loved how things played out (didn’t see the ending coming at all) but I wish the show had been given more episodes to flesh certain plots and characters out because some things felt a little superficial (it’s interesting to me that so many people were lost because I thought the show made a lot really obvious and could’ve actually used some more mystique) and enhancing them would’ve made things that much better and cohesive. But trying to find balanced criticism or commentary about this show is hard because everyone defaults to racist, misogynistic, no nuance takes on how it’ll never compare to s1 and just refuses to even see a little bit of the good. Idk I feel like you can dislike it and want better and still recognize the good aspects of this season and the value of telling indigenous stories. At this point I almost wish the showrunner had been able to make a new series like she wanted to, instead of having to be tied to the true detective name because maybe people would approach this with more honestly and openness

Hey, sorry for the late reply. Well, I know I've replied a LOT later before and mostly decided to stop saying sorry because I'd have to say every time, but at the moment, I'm having more difficulty than I used to in remembering how I felt when I finished the ep, so I wish I'd just responded at the time.

Let me see... First, I did laugh like an idiot when they took turns falling down the ice caves like idiots, especially Danvers.

Other than that, I liked the ending but it felt a bit too neat... I think if they'd changed around some stuff, it might have offered a bit more tension because, well, at that point, it seemed they'd let more killers go than caught them. Honestly that and all the quibbles I had, where I wish we'd seen some stuff seeded better and elaborated on more at the end, like you said, that all could have been helped with just giving them the two extra eps they should have gotten. I was thinking that too, at the time, lol, I remember now, when I read your ask, I went on this whole rant (to myself, in my head) about those two eps could have done so much, how the streaming model had killed TV, how these shortened seasons were basically like individual movies with an occasional sequel. I know this is an anthology miniseries and the story finished, but still! Too much is suffering for the same reason. I haven't really been able to get into a single new Trek, it's just a different form of storytelling. What can you do in 10 eps every once in a long while, with a full ensemble cast.

I literally looked up how many eps Discovery ends at and it's 65. Compare that to my home Trek, Voyager, where it flourished with new life when Seven appears. Guess when that happens. Ep 68! I literally had to chart the two shows:

Look at those huuuuge Discovery breaks.. It's not just that shows used to be given so much screentime, we just got so much so quickly. I absolutely forget what's going on in between seasons of most shows now. In terms of actual amount of time, Discovery actually lasts longer! But I barely know the characters or their stories. I can't say much different for Picard or SNW (barring what I brought in from before). There's only so much character growth and relationship evolution. How am I supposed to love them? Know them?

Maybe that's why I'm gravitating so much to soaps lately...

Anyway, it's more capitalism than just streaming, of course, which also speaks to your other point; I didn't know Issa Lopez just wanted to make a new show and they put it under the True Detective name?? But isn't that just so typical of all these issues! Like, the fact that they're making an NCIS spin-off with Tony and Ziva? They're retreating to the safest, most conservative ideas they can think of. It's happening with everything, companies dropping DEI initiatives, politics returning to big money white guys. Sticking this female-led extremely Indigenous-sympathetic premise with this particular franchise with its defensive white dudebro fanbase.

I wonder how much that's related to the obligatory bigoted backlash to any media perceived as "woke" now. It's all feeding each other, right, bad actors in each space taking advantage and fanning the flames, but it's beyond annoying now to have watched a normal show and go online and see this rabid overreaction to stuff that isn't even on the screen.

The worst part is, as you said, there's no room for the middle ground. I myself don't want to go into detail about the issues I had because there's so much unfair criticism. Like, if I thought it was a little unsubtle in its messaging at times, how can I say that when these fiends are tearing it apart for daring to even have the message. I'm just glad that Foster and Reis were so good and the show so well received that the fanboys can keep crying to each other about s1.

I will say, a huge part of that ending landing was Diane E. Benson as the older Indigenous Alaskan lady being cool as hell. She was so nonchalant and mischievous and angry as hell underneath it all! That's why I wished there was just a bit more tension, a bit more to that scene in terms of its place in the ep, rather than just its place in the story where it provided a reveal.

The handling of the killer reveal was what I found a bit pat, just being like, well, that happened, okay, bye, but the reveal itself? Freaking loved it. Those men deserved what they got and more. :<

Some things I'm glad they didn't go into more, the accident in the past, and what exactly happened to Navarro. Let me imagine she and Danvers are off together in some liminal space. :P

Anyway...I guess I did remember a lot, lol. And now we have a season 5 ahead. :)

#replies #Anonymous #sent on 20240220 #4 #5 #true detective

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softquietsteadylove · 7 months

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What if Thenas past visits them once again? This time they asks for Gil’s service for a whole day to chop some wood for them. Maybe he meets Eros while he is at the castle?👀

For the runaway bride au

"I've heard a lot of you and your work."

Gil kept his head down and forward, chopping at the thick log, just enough to leave marks in it.

"The townspeople revere you--say you've helped every single one of them with something from a baby's crib to half their house."

He swiped at his forehead with his sleeve, moving to make a divet in the middle of the length of wood.

"When they said we would need a workman to help with me moving into the castle, I said why not find this lumberjack fellow?"

Yes, and Gil was honoured to be chosen. That was his official statement anyway. He certainly couldn't say that he loathed the idea of being here and working for not only Thena's tyrannical father, but her supposed 'fiance' as well.

It was actually Thena who had insisted he take the job. He was ready to turn it down, even if they offered him all the money in the world. But she was right when she said it would be more suspicious of him to turn down the work, especially considering they had suspected him once before.

So, he was here, working for the king and the idiot prince. But he had still insisted Thena not be in the cabin today, just in case they had sent men there to spy on it while he wasn't around.

"So, how's it coming?"

Gil grunted, pulling his personal axe out of the tree and sheathing it beside him. He had been here, chattering away at him, hadn't he? He sighed, "well, your highness."

"Use the saw to cut here and here," Gil directed some of the other workers present to assist him in the busywork, "then strip the bark. Call to me when you're done so I can inspect it. Then we'll move onto the next part."

"Yes, sir."

He wasn't used to - or comfortable with - people calling him that.

"So, Mister Lumberjack," the prince started up again, not paying the slightest attention to the break in his ceaseless talking. "I hear you have a lovely little cabin out in the woods."

Who would he have heard that from? Gil turned, trying not to seem overtly wary of this man he detested just from heresay. "Oh?"

"I've been out in those woods myself," Eros finally paused, looking out past the castle gates and gazing into the surrounding woods. "I've set foot in those woods in search of...something."

That was a very mysterious way of saying he had hunted Thena like an escaped animal.

Gil attached his axe to his belt again and went to the drinking water set out for him. "The woods are dangerous, your highness. Best not to let yourself get lost in them."

"Indeed," the prince agreed, again drifting along with Gil as if he had found a friend in his reluctantly listening ear. It wasn't as if he had much a choice. "You may never return, I take it."

Gil left it at that, maybe even hoping Eros would just shut up and let him continue his work. The sooner he was done, the sooner he could go home to Thena.

Thena and her smiles, so happy to see him. Thena and her horribly chopped vegetables, and her blueberry cobbler, and her tea--either far too weak or far too strong, but he loved it both ways.

"I am moving to Lord Arishem's castle because I am looking for my wife."

Gil bristled, not that he expected Eros to notice it. But it was one thing to hear Eros go on and on and on about Thena, despite them knowing each other all of what--a month? And 'knowing each other' was already a generous term for it.

But to hear Eros call Thena his wife was a new kind of slight.

"She...went missing," Eros sufficed to say.

Gil nodded, trying to think of what a normal person might say in such a situation. Someone who wasn't in fact living with the missing in question. "I'm sorry to hear that, your highness."

"But I will not stop until I have found and retrieved her," Eros stated with a renewed sense of determination. He eyed Gilgamesh, "would you let anything stand between you and the woman you love?"

"No," Gil answered quickly and firmly. Maybe a little too quickly and too firmly, but it was honest. He looked at the prince, with his shoulders squared and drawn back, all perfect posture and thick hair and a prim and spotless suit. He looked at the forest as well, "no, I wouldn't."

"Y'see?" Eros put on his smile once again, and Gil swore he could see that the veneer of it only got thinner and thinner the longer he was around this charlatan. "You and I are of the same ilk, sir Lumberjack."

Gil sincerely hoped not.

"Have you ever seen anything in those woods?"

Gil took another sip from the bucket before throwing some over his head to cool off. "Like what, your highness?"

"Like something - or someone - that doesn't belong there."

Gil ruffled his hair with the linen also provided, "no, sire, I can't say I have."

"What is your name, again?"

He wouldn't have expected the guy to remember his name. "Gilgamesh, sir."

"Gilgamesh," Eros looked at him, as if looking him in the eyes didn't make his skin crawl. "I would like to confess something to you."

"Uh," Gil shifted on his feet before grounding himself. He swallowed down his anxiety. "S-Sure, your highness."

"I have heard whispers that there is a beautiful wood sprite in that forest," Eros whispered, and yet it came out much more sinister in Gil's eyes. "I know it's her. I know she couldn't have gotten that far. And I will find her."

Gil had half a mind to ask what kind of threat that was. But he rested his hand on his axe and forced a smile on his face, "I'm sure you will, your highness."

Eros turned a more suspicious eye on him. Gil froze, waiting for whatever he was going to say next. "You're a strapping fellow, Gilgamesh. You've never married?"

Gil squirmed again, thoughts bubbling up about a certain blonde 'wood sprite' picking berries in a sunlit glen. "Lumberjacking is solitary work, your highness. I, uh, don't get out much."

Eros nodded with a completely nonplussed expression, "my sympathies."

Gil looked at the other workmen; couldn't they saw any faster?!

"I'm sorry, Gilgamesh," Eros lamented, sighing loudly. "It must seem terribly haughty of me to come here and complain about my woes while you fashion my room furnishings."

Yes, it was. "Not at all, your highness."

"I miss her."

Of all the things Eros had said, this made Gil the most uncomfortable. He didn't want to look at the expression Eros was making, but he had to know. He looked behind him, finding a wistful, almost sad expression on the younger man's face.

Gil unsheathed his axe again, moving to another piece of wood. "Did you...did you know her long, your highness?"

"No," Eros admitted freely as Gil started chopping again, "but the time I did know her was more than enough to inspire love."

Gil knew how unfortunately true that was. He swung his axe again. He was out of sympathies for this pampered rich boy.

"Thank you, Gilgamesh, for listening to my woes," Eros brushed off his shoulders, adorned in gold. "I will leave you to your work, sir."

"Yes, your highness," Gil muttered. This couldn't be over soon enough.

"I'm sure we will see each other again."

That also sounded ominously like a threat. But he kept that to himself. He refused to give anyone here any reason to suspect him, no less go sniffing around in the woods again.

#Thenamesh Runaway Bride AU #I love this ask thank you so much!#Gil carries on with his work #trying not to think about having to be all buddy-buddy with Thena's ex #in a sense of the word that is #Eros is like I liked talking with you we should do this again #Gil thinks he'd rather cut down every tree in the forest singlehanded #but he just goes yeah sounds great #when he gets home he looks like he's been gone for a month straight with no sleep or food or water #Thena asks if he's okay #what happened out there?!#he just leans on her and says he needs to go to bed early tonight

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eroticcannibal · 11 months

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Low key this is embarrassing but I never learned a lot of normal people things. What sunblock do you use? How often is often enough to apply? How much SPF is good? Someone the other day told me I was supposed to wear it inside too and I can't tell if they were teasing me.

Is the sun really trying that hard to kill us? How tf did we even adapt to survive this long?

Im sorry this got LONG but I am giving you the info

Ok so I personally use soltan, its reasonably priced and broad spectrum. Whats best for you may depend where you are, be CAREFUL if you live in the US as many sunscreens lack broad spectrum protection or proper indicators to tell you if it has proper broad spectrum protection. At least last I checked it does not appear to be standardised like it is in other countries. (Someone pls let me know if this has changed or if there are any individual states that regulate this better)

You should reapply every 2-3 hours i think and after getting out of water if you go swimming. Yes its a lot. If you *have* to cheat, avoid direct sun, reduce how much you expose your skin. Also use mineral sunscreen if you are wearing makeup. Also grab yourself UV sunglasses and a big hat.

Aim for 50 spf AND 5 starts/whatever other indicators are relevant to where you live. Spf is sun protection factor, or in simple terms "how much extra time do I have before I burn". Stars are an indicator of how much UVA and UVB is absorbed in comparison with each other. This is important because not all sun damage is visible. If its got 5 stars you know that if you are applying sunscreen properly to avoid sunburn, that same level of protection applies to the unseen damage too.

Yes you should wear sunscreen indoors, and also year round. I understand this is quite demanding so again if you need to cheat: cover up in cooler weather, denim will block everything guaranteed. Do not be fooled by the season, if the sun is there it can still get you. When indoors, be mindful of how much sunlight is in your house and where you spend your time. If you want to spend a whole day lounging with the curtains open, consider doing it away from windows that get direct sunlight. Also consider your window coverings (also if its hot you may want to keep blinds and curtains closed anyway to reduce the heat indoors, so 2 birds one stone). If you are truly paranoid and also lazy like me, get yourself a sun lamp and never open your curtains 😂. But just closing curtain on the side the sun is on can do a lot to reduce how much sun is getting indoors. And again proper clothing can help you indoors.

If you wanna be super duper cheaty you can keep an eye on the UV index and also avoid peak sunshine between 10 am and 4 pm. Heres what the UV index can tell you:

Low, 0-2: At the low stage, experts advise you to wear sunglasses if the sun is bright. Use sunscreen and protective clothing if you burn easily.

Moderate, 3-5: At the moderate stage, you should cover up and use sunscreen. Avoid direct sunlight at midday, when the sun is most powerful. Stay in the shade.

High, 6-7: At the high stage, you should use all protection against sun damage (protective clothing, wearing a hat and sunglasses, using sunscreen). Limit time in the sun from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m.

Very high, 8-10: At the very high stage, you should be extra careful, using clothing, hats, sunscreen and sunglasses. Avoid the sun between 10 a.m. and 4 p.m. Your skin can burn quickly at this stage.

Extreme, 11+: At the extreme stage, you should use all methods of prevention. It will only take minutes of exposure to result in a burn. Don’t go out in the sun from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. Wear protective clothing, a hat, sunglasses and sunscreen. At this stage and all others, remember that snow, sand and water all increase UV exposure by reflecting the sun’s rays."

The sun IS a deadly lazer and the only reason we have survived as a species is because we only need to live long enough to reproduce and you can get that done before the skin cancer gets you. Its cumulative damage, so being lazy from time to time and cutting corners won't kill you on its own, but do it enough and it might catch up to you eventually, if you cut enough corners and live long enough. (And you don't have to be terribly old, the peak age is 85-89 but rates go up sharply at 20-24.)

But ANOTHER thing you can do to protect yourself is check your skin and learn the signs of skin cancer. Early detection is KEY and makes it very survivable (close to 100%!), especially for dark skinned people who tend to have lower rates of survival due to later detection! There is basal cell carcinoma, squamous cell carcinoma and melanoma. The last is the most dangerous, accounting for 75% of skin cancer deaths and is caused by sun burn type damage.

"Basal cell carcinoma may appear as a small, smooth, pearly or waxy bump on your face or neck, or as a flat, pink/red- or brown-colored lesion.

Squamous cell carcinoma can appear as a firm, red nodule or as a rough, scaly, flat lesion that may itch, bleed and become crusty.

Melanoma usually appears as a pigmented patch or bump. It may resemble a normal mole, but usually has a more irregular appearance."

Some more on Melanoma:

"When looking for signs of melanoma, think about the alphabet. ABCDE tells you what signs to look out for on moles or lesions on your skin:

Asymmetry: The shape of one half doesn’t match the other.

Border: Edges are ragged or blurred.

Color: Uneven shades of brown, black, tan, red, white or blue.

Diameter: A significant change in size (greater than 6 millimeters).

Evolution: Changes in the way a mole or lesion looks or feels (itchy, bleeding, etc.)."

If in doubt, ask your doctor, also take pictures of any suspect moles so you can compare them over time. Very helpful if, like me, you are covered in hundreds of moles. Very tough to keep track of lmao.

And remember UVC FILTERING SUNSCREEN IS A MARKETING SCAM

I hope that is everything u need pls feel free to bother me again

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But.... I suspect you can see what's in front of you, but you wouldn't care anyway, because so far everything you've written makes me think you're a Tae anti, and you've come on here to vent hoping to get a rise out people//

Tae anti? Why? Coz l asked about a translation which was translated

“i had no thoughts of doing a live but he turned the live on right before leaving.. and i was already all over the place because of my laundry! do you see the sharp corners (the way he folded his laundry)”

It says “he” so oblivious referring tae who said he switched on the live. Jk said he was busy. Hence the question and way l ask it since l remembered the same thing happened before. I can’t remember when and where but it was the only live jk asked tae to leave ( not in bad way) but it was after tae said “ we’re sharing room”. Now you may call me a jk anti too or tk hater My intention isn’t that. I wish l could use other names instead of tk that would be less triggering. Trying to understand how AB’s relationship work like this with miscommunication and push and pull happen on cam. Aren’t couples supposed to be work like team especially if they’re queer since it’s stronger when they both stand like one for their relationship, even without saying a word about the true nature of their relationship. Fans also involved in this which makes this even more complicated. Now you may say we/they can’t change how fans interpret. Imho this is where tactical strategies needed since one day if they come out they need fan’s support and respect for their bond. Hopefully you get what l am trying to put in to words. My concern isn’t about today or tomorrow but them as a queer couple in long term and fan’s support their career and them as pair ( even not dating)

“i had no thoughts of doing a live but he turned the live on right before leaving... and i was already all over the place because of my laundry! do you see the sharp corners (the way he folded his laundry)”

You're quoting an ARMY Translation but the Weverse translation is slightly different as I mentioned in my intial response... but that's not what you stated in your original ask, this is what you ACTUALLY said...

"Even tho tae tried to show he was there jk said he invited them all plus said “why did he on the live”."

This is inaccurate to what occurred you then compounded what you said by stating...

tk isn’t anything especial

jk was uncomfortable with tae going live

tae trying to insert himself with jk and jk doesn’t care

You say you're not an Anti, but all of the things you stated in your previous ask were negative toward Tae, so how else am I to interpret your words, because they WERE YOUR WORDS.

....

Now regarding what you've asked here...

"It says “he” so oblivious referring tae who said he switched on the live. "

As stated, you're using a fan translation, other translations don't state the "he", and that includes Weverse. Now fan translations can be more accurate, but this one has conflicting translations.

"Jk said he was busy."

Yes, busy doing laundry (obviously for his trip), but he also stated he was BORED and because of that he asked the members to come round, but only Tae and Hobi turned up.

"I can’t remember when and where but it was the only live jk asked tae to leave ( not in bad way) but it was after tae said “ we’re sharing room”."

You're obviously talking about this live:

Well, you're obviously interpreting it in a particular way, but most people I know think that Tae and JK were sharing that room, and the awkwardness comes from them trying not to reveal it. Also, if you think Tae left at the end then you're not very observant....

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"I wish l could use other names instead of tk that would be less triggering."

Why would that be less triggering? That's their ship name and the one accounts like mine use. I use alternate names for other ships to help limit toxic fans coming onto my blog and spew hate.

It's not the names you need to change but how you write your thoughts down, just like you have in this new ask. Because in that first ask it came across as very critical of Tae, and to someone who supports Tae that didn't sit well with me, and that's why I gave the response I did.

"Aren’t couples supposed to be work like team..."

Yes, but in a 2 minute live where JK is busy doing something for most of it, it's hardly gonna be about making the dream work for that teamwork. His thoughts at that point were probably on the trip and getting ready.

"Fans also... makes this even more complicated... if they come out they need fan’s support..."

Fans always over complicate things that ain't gonna change any time soon. Taekook though has enough support to weather any storm.

#my asks #taekook #jungkook #taehyung #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung

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Meu does the King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard discography

What the hell.

It is pretty straight forward. I am going to listen to some music. And then I am going to write some words about it. That is all.

This is all for my self. It is very personalized, unorthodox, and biased. That’s kind of how music Is.

Obviously, I have already very much listened to this band A Lot. Though there are still some corners that have gone unexplored. This is also to refresh my mind on a lot of these noises, as well as write some semi-formal reviews along the way. There is a lot to be said.

I’m going to offer some more information in this post. For convenience and accessibility. (Mostly so I can remember what I’m supposed to be doing). Cos this is Fucked Up.

I will be listening to the entire discography in chronological order.

I think I am going to skip some content for now, such as live albums and demos. These will be separate reviews.

I’m not listening to all 250+ whatever songs at once. Probably like an album or two a day. I’ll do it whenever.

I’ll give each song an individual review as much as I can.

Expect tangents. I’m literally going to talk about everything.

I imagine these reviews to be difficult for people to understand so don’t worry about it too much because I am going to speak either way. But I’m going to try my best to be at least a little cohesive.

I don’t even think I’m going to be able to say every single thought I have about the music within each review because this is forever an ongoing discussion. New revelations are always made. So this won’t be an end all be all or whatever.

I can’t really do numerical/alphabetical scores. Measuring “how much I like something” is impossible to put into simple terms. Maybe I will use such common measurements as means of an example in some cases but for the most part, these reviews are going to consist of descriptions of my feelings. Again, they’re very personally influenced.

With that, please refer to my brief dictionary of vocabulary that I have created for myself, specifically about music things and other general explanations. I am probably going to refer to this sometimes.

By the way I am massively unprofessional about the way in which I talk about this band. Except for right now I think. Meaning that, usually I am very overzealous and nonsensical. Or crazy or whatever. This demeanor may show up throughout this series. I am inclined to state that an informal style of expression might throw people off and isn’t very helpful, but I don’t want to deny that it can be representative of my feelings. Therefore, sometimes things that I say are neither serious, nor a joke, but some secret third thing.

Honestly I’m probably just gonna wing it anyways so don’t think too hard about it. It’s just music.

This is my vehicle and you are just a passenger.

I can do whatever I want forever.

OK, well it’s not like the concept of media reviews are some wildly uncommon thing so I think anyone can eventually catch on to my incredibly warped perception anyways. I’m probably forgetting things to say in this post, but i don’t care. Follow me down this evil path there is still more I have to say.

I would be this elaborate even if I was doing this entirely privately because it just feels necessary. Haha. No this is supposed to be fun I’m so excited to listen to king gizzard music.

idont even like this band. yes i do. ok i need to go listento music.

#gizzbox #gizzcography review

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slinkywhat · 1 year

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Opportunity Cost & AI

[An off-the-cuff essay no one asked for but I word-vomited anyway because I am exhausted]

I literally started a Python coding course on Friday so that I can ask ChatGPT or other AI tools to write me scripts to execute basic, tedious tasks that currently take up an absurd amount of my time.

I work a highly-paid role that’s supposed to be very strategic, but I’m easily spending 40-60% of my time executing repetitive, tactical tasks across multiple, disparate systems because my company (and every company prior—it’s not unique to this place) won’t pay for productivity software, automation plug-ins for our project management software, actual project managers, or additional junior headcount, our third-party agency partners don't have access to work inside internal systems, etc. etc. etc.

People spend more than half their day doing busywork, according to survey of 10,000 plus workers | CNBC, 2022

“The amount of time office workers have to spend doing their primary job duties decreased in 2016, from 46% to 39%. When asked what gets in the way of work the most, workers say wasteful meetings (59%) and excessive emails (43%) are the biggest offenders.” U.S. State of Enterprise Work Report | Workfront, 2016-2017

If you take just my salary and calculate the opportunity cost there, it more than justifies the cost of at least one or two these tools—then multiply that by all of the other employees in the company with the same or similar barriers to actual productivity and it’s literally a no-brainer.

opportunity cost (noun) • the loss of potential gain from other alternatives when one alternative is chosen; can be implicit (intangible) or explicit (tangible, dollar amounts); often calculated as the difference between the return on investment (ROI) between the most profitable business decision and the current/chosen one.

Alas, almost every company I’ve been at or heard about from others is short-sighted when it comes to realizing opportunity cost—whether from the ROI on investments like software, ongoing training, professional development, employee satisfaction and retention, systems maintenance and technological upgrades, user experience, or bare minimum marketing strategies—because they “cost money.”

I’ve never understood this, because humans have an inherent loss-aversion cognitive bias—psychologically, we’re twice as motivated by avoiding potential loss than we are by pursuing potential gain, and we’re more likely to take risks to prevent loss. I suppose the problem is that the culture of busywork is so ingrained that it’s perceived as the baseline, where “increased” productivity is viewed as a potential gain, rather than decreased productivity as a major loss.

Hasn’t anyone ever heard of short-term pain for long-term gain?

So, please hit me up if you have ideas on how to leverage ChatGPT and other tools to do things like batch cloning Jira tickets and generating documentation from templates; managing an overflowing email inbox; logging system data into disparate, static spreadsheets instead of intelligent, connected systems; manually searching old Jira tickets to append implementation dates to that data; finding and replacing duplicative instances of copy that aren’t using global elements/a single database source for management; pulling, consolidating, and analyzing reports from multiple disconnected systems; etc.

I’m really, really tired of spending my time and energy on easily automated work that does not challenge me or contribute to my sense of pride or satisfaction in my work, but does radically waste my time and my employer’s money.

Let’s help each other automate some shit and work smarter, not harder. It’s 2023 and we have not made all of these technological advancements just to ignore them and perpetuate the arbitrary 40-hour work week.

If we can spend half the time or less to reach our goals at work, then we can actually focus on the strategic parts of our roles to move the needle and invest more time in ourselves. We have the tools to be able to spend more of our time on personal passions and pursuits, family and friends, travel, leisure, hobbies, community engagement, volunteering, political activism, exercise and health, financial planning and management, home improvement, or whatever is currently being neglected or would improve our quality of life, happiness, and in return, our contributions to our workplaces.

Automation is the future. Contrary to much of the fear-mongering around the topic of work automation, four out of five knowledge workers see it as a chance to rethink work in new and exciting ways. Sixty-nine percent believe work automation will give them back time to perform their primary job duties better. The only hesitation that exists seems to lie in how much of work will ultimately be done by machines and how much will still require the human touch.” The State of Enterprise Work, U.S. Edition | Workfront, 2017 - 2018

It’s literally a win-win—except, perhaps, for the politicians and systems of power that seek to limit our financial flexibility, ability to organize, and the security to push for change.

P.S. Call and email your representatives—repeatedly—and tell them you will donate, campaign, and vote for their opponents in the next election if they do not vote NO on The Restrict Act.

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More reading for the nerds:

“Digital workers won’t settle for bad tech - Nearly half of workers say they’re likely to leave their current job if they’re unhappy or frustrated with workplace tech. (49%)” The 2021 State of Work — How Covid-19 changed digital work. | Adobe Experience Cloud, 2022

“Wasteful practices and tools—namely email and meetings—continue to thwart worker productivity. As in years past, poorly used meetings and email topped the list of things that keep knowledge workers from getting work done, with U.S. workers having an average of 199 unopened emails in their inboxes at any given time. This report certainly makes the case that email has reached the limits of its effectiveness as a work management tool.” The State of Enterprise Work, U.S. Edition | Workfront, 2017 - 2018

Why Busywork Is Making Your Employees Spend Less Time Doing Their Actual Jobs | Inc., 2016

Opportunity Cost: Missing the Mark on Motivation for Two Types of Employees | Maxim Kind, LinkedIn, 2018

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I really wanna know if any long term ED sufferers feel the same way as me.

I developed my ED 7 years ago at just 12 years old and am now 19 and still here. I have barely any recollection of life before 12 so it really feels like my life is only my ED as it's all I've really known tbh... my whole puberty and all of time I can remember. Because of this, I cannot even imagine my life without an ED. I cannot imagine myself any other way than how I am at this moment.

I feel envy for those who've had EDs for shorter periods or from older ages and can recall a life without this disorder and imagine what a life without it in the future could be like even if they don't want to make the move towards it.

I don't fear my ED, I'm not scared of it nor is it something I dislike. It doesn't feel like hell because it's all my life has ever been. It's just normal... I feel weird when I have my small faux recovery periods of time and even uncomfortable, not in a 'cant let go of my ED' way but in a wtf is this way of living and why am I supposed to be this way?

Doesn't help that my faux recovery months are always because my depression hits new extremes and my suicidal, self loathing, world hating feelings become so overwhelming I become bed ridden, mindlessly scrolling tiktok AITA videos just to pass time because everything is tiresome and I hate everyone and everything. But I eat fine as food is the only positive thing cause it tastes good (don't cook though).

But ED periods I shower, brush my teeth, dress nicely, put an effort into myself and I actually do things, I can finally enjoy dancing again without it being exhausting to stand. It's like bringing life back into me so I love it...

Plus I love how I look physically when I'm thinner no matter my mindset over my current weight at the time. So it all combines to feeling good plus it's my usual, I've spent more days like this than that faux recovery crap and I feel like an actual human.

I'm always happier when I'm actively participating in my ED, it's better than the other state I feel. It's one or the other. I can't imagine a third.

And honestly... I don't want to. I'm comfortable here. I'm in therapy but I haven't even spoken to her for over a month because I don't feel the need. In my depression eras I NEED therapy just to vent and function, have a person I can say just how badly I wish I could punch s hole in my chest and rip my besting heart out until it stops beating and everything can be over...

But when I'm like I am now I don't feel that. I don't feel I wanna live long either, never have done, even as a kid. But I do feel like I have a goal in life.

My goal is to step on that scale and see that number that traumatised little 12 year old me until now. Finally reach 39.7kg and tell my inner child 'see, you made it, you didn't become fat and die from obesity at 30, you didn't become unattractive and unloveable. You made it just as you said you would. And now we can die, or live in peace, a chapter closed forever. You made it'

And before u say anything about that weight being 172cm, I have no plans to maintain it, I want to maintain between 43-48kgs, om the way down I'll see what I look like at all them weights and choose the range I prefer and go back up and stick there. I look way better at 50kgs than 55 anyways so like I know I'll look amazing then too.

Anyways I needed this rant and wanted to know if I'm the only one who feels like their ED is basically a part of them now especially after so long.

I'm mentally prepared to become that one older lady with an ED people look at with sad eyes on the street as their old and skeletal figures walk to the store. I've seen them, I know how people react and I'm not afraid to become her. Even if I'm not THAT skeletal. It doesn't scare me...

And if it kills me before then well whatever, I could die tomorrow anyways from a fatal accident anyways. I don't care for life nor death anymore, whatever happens, happens idgaf. Life's good but crap at the same time so staying is good and crap and leaving is good and equally crap so who gives a shit.

Anyways see u bye

take care

#tw ed relapse #tw ed rant #tw ed vent #enduring ed #i wish i was thinner #restrictive ed #tw ana thoughts

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saphilous · 10 months

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oh i have bpd too! i was diagnosed in october 2020 at 18 years old. however i have been struggling with mental illness ever since i started puberty at around 10 years old.

you said you are handling your bpd well, and i’m happy for you! i know it must’ve been hard so congrats! :)

but i was wondering if you could share any tips on how to control bpd? i’m struggling a lot. the littlest things make me suicidal, i can’t be left alone bc i’ll hurt myself, i have zero friends because i’m so scared of abandonment, etc

i want to get better but i don’t know how. everyone just says therapy or yoga, but therapy is too expensive and i have trauma related to yoga so….

i am on medication though and it helps, but not enough.

if you don’t feel comfy sharing your tips or answering this i totally understand! i won’t be mad if you just delete this :)

anyway i hope you have a great day or night!

Hey bud!

So I was diagnosed at 16-17 but has been struggling with it throughout my life. It sucks like a lot.. I got to a point where I was in a fully toxic relationship where the other person was actively encouraging me to SH at a point. Getting out of that relationship pushed me into a 6 month long crippling depression period where I did not leave my house at all, literally not even once.

It did take a while to get back to a relatively "normal" state. I got lucky and found some pretty good friends through a game and that was one of the things I could hold on to. But I do go BPD on them all the time, although internally. Worrying that they're gonna abandon me or worse hate me but not tell me that

I just try to distract myself from those thoughts as quickly as possible by closing chat and scrolling through Tumblr or doing something else that I'm actively obsessed with like a VG or cooking.

And I get your situation as well. Therapy is way too expensive than its supposed to be. I'm glad you're taking meds tho. They do help in the longterm even if the effects are not that noticeable immediately :)

The best advice I can give (even tho I don't think I'm qualified to lol) is to acknowledge the BPD. I know it's not easy at all. Takes a lot of energy to keep yourself sane every second of everyday. BPD is an active issue. It's gonna take a lot to bear all of that and not let it effect our lives too much. Ik everyone says it'll get better while the world is actively getting worse every single day, it is important to remind ourselves what matters to us. For me, it's pets, my writing, my plants, etc. BPD makes me feel like anything can leave me at any moment. That puts me in a constant alert mode. So I write random stories when I feel like I'm spiraling. I go and take care of my plants, cut dried out leaves, water them, etc., I cook or look at pics of my friends' pets or cats of tumblr. Mostly because these can't abandon me ig? Like anyone can take anyything away from me but not my ability to write. Makes me feel like I'm being myself. And it acts like an outlet cus most of my OCs have BPD too lol.

I try not to get too attached to my friends but it happens lol. They don't know I have BPD but they're pretty nice. Having a friend group helps a lottt! It might take a while to find them. I found it last year after struggling to maintain any sort of friends for so long. I hope you can find people like that too ❤️

But hey, until then It's important to find or create something that we can call our own.

I don't think I can ever recover from BPD. Don't even know if I can ever be "normal" But I'm gonna continue to be weird af and live life on my terms because fuck life. And it tends to fuck me a lot too lol

I have no idea if that made any sense but hey! You're always welcome to text me or send me an anon ask if you're feeling down!

If I can have a wish, it'll be to just eliminate BPD and the trauma that led to it for everyone :)

#Saph answers #actually bpd

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inaturalist-propaganda · 11 months

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Everyone say thank you to Jasonhernandez74

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jasonhernandez74 Jun 1, 11:03 PM:

astra_the_dragon said: people can listen to you, and disagree any way. It is not logically sound to say that the only sign of someone’s having listened to you is that they then do what you tell them to do.

It is also not sound in terms of integrity to speak in generalities like this when you know what the issue is. The issue is whether @nonbinary_naturalist is competent to know when it has been misgendered. And tiwane has stated that it is not:

tiwane said: we on staff disagree that what sedgequeen said was misgendering

What if it was you who was misgendered? Or, for that matter, deadnamed? And then some third party – perhaps a staff member – came along and said, “No, you weren’t.” Under what circumstances would you consider that acceptable?

It seems disingenuous to speak in generalities about “people can listen and disagree” when you know exactly what the issue is.

And amid all this drama, what do we see?

Sedgequeen said: Actually, I’ve tried twice to modify one of my posts and can’t because of the slow mode.

The irony: the person who wrote the offending posts put more effort into fixing the situation than the mod team did.

astra_the_dragon said: please… just love each other.

Nice words, but systematically portraying nonbinary naturalist as some kind of irrational or juvenile person who foolishly “wants everyone to be perfect” doesn’t fit with that sentiment. We are told that the hidden posts contained personal attacks; but we are unable to view ignored content so that we cannot fact-check that claim. We’re just supposed to take their word for it.

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And then the staff locked this thread, so that no one can criticize their bigoted behavior anymore -.-

tiwane Jun 2, 3:39 AM

I’m going to close this topic, it’s run its course. Explanations were given by staff, responses were made by the community, and after consultation with the poster, one of the original inciting posts was removed while the other was amended.

I hope everyone can take some time to step away and get outside if they can (or use Explore on iNat if they can’t). As has been said by others here, we’re all passionate about nature and enaging with other folks who are also passionate about nature.

Really fucking ironic that they tell us to go out and explore nature when their horrifically transmisic behavior has now convinced many trans users to leave iNaturalist forever.

And I'm still literally banned. And they didn't even tell anyone they'd banned me, they just kept that quiet so people would assume I'd given up and didn't want to keep fighting for my right to not be purposefully misgendered in a thread specifically created to support and welcome Queer/LGBTQIA+ people during Pride month.

Anyways. Check the pinned post for ways you can help.

The staff did not fix anything, the user who misgendered me had to literally get their permission to stop being bigoted. They are still literally insisting that it wasn't misgendering, speaking over who knows how many trans users and our allies who have spoken up at this point.

This is not fucking over until the paid iNaturalist staff members publicly apologize on iNaturalist.org as well as the forums, without any shred of victim blaming, tone policing, or transmisia in the apology.

This is not over until iNaturalist publicly acknowledges how much of a disaster the staff turned this situation into, and put policies in place to stop it from happening again.

This is not over until these people, who literally get paid for this, are forced to take fucking training on how to treat trans people with respect, and how to respond to bigotry the correct and moral way, as paid representatives of iNaturalist.org, not as arrogant individuals who think being told they're being bigoted is more offensive than someone purposefully misgendering a trans user on the thread literally created to support Queer people!

You can join me in my boycott of iNaturalist.org for Pride month, ending on July 1st. Put a note on your profile of why you are boycotting, then log out. Don't add IDs, don't upload observations, just log out.

It doesn't matter if you only see this post halfway through June, you can join in at any time.

#iNaturalist #iNaturalist transmisia

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yuna-writes · 1 year

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Being painted as the villian

The strange thing about life is that I realize I get perceived as the “bad” person for simply doing, well, nothing. I have opinions, but even I don’t say anything significant, I still make enemies lol. I mean, I think it’s normal to encounter people who don’t like you, but I think I get misunderstood often and don’t make friendships as easily. I’ve been piecing together what the reason could be, but I realize I’m a poor communicator.

Not sure if it’s autism or its even real anyway for that matter. These days I sometimes question whether certain mental health conditions are real or its part of the human condition. I think I understand now contextually why people perceive me as a villain, but I see myself as a hero. When I got my personality test, the result stated that I am a planner, but I live pretty much inside my internal world. I’m highly sensitive to the external world, so I don’t know how to engage with it and understand all of the social construct. It’s something I can learn by practice, but it requires more effort and energy. The problem is that I don’t try to fit in with crowd and learn all the social rules so other people can approach me. Thus, when I take an actions or talk about something, I pretty much ignore the social norms and behave atypical or “strange.” So, in other words, people don’t know my motive, because I don’t communicate what I’m thinking. Therefore, even if I believe I am a hero, it doesn’t make me so if other people don’t understand my thought process.

For example, my short-term memory is pretty useless, so what happened was that I wrote something on a document, then I forgot what I wrote. Then a co-worker read the document but had trouble reading some of the writing. After a while, I told the co-worker that I wrote the document, but then she was upset that I just stood there and saw her struggling to read the document. I think the misunderstanding was that I wasn’t intentionally witnessing her struggle, but I literally forgot what I wrote on the document to help clarify her questions. If I didn’t tell her that I have forgotten, then she would have made assumptions and thought I was a bad person. People are that simple to make judgments. Therefore, I have to continuously verbalize my thoughts for other people to make sense of the problem.

I always feel like I encounter this often and I don’t know how to work around it. I guess much of my problems is that most people just live life experiencing things in the present moment. They don’t think about planning or asking tough questions on why they should make such moves or why events occur as they do. I do plan more and think about the long-term impact it has on my life. I suppose the question leads to “what’s in it for me?” I think it’s because I don’t blindly follow things because other people are caught up with their emotions and follow the hype. I ask hard questions, and then make a plan but then don’t share with anyone. That’s why I get easily painted as a “villain” A villain is a mastermind who takes unconventional routes to achieve a goal. But can a hero also fit under that definition too?

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mochegato · 3 years

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Calling Dibs

This day was going to be boring, Jason knew that before he agreed to the trip in the first place. ‘Agreed’ is a generous term. ‘Relented’ might be a better term. Regardless, he was in Paris for the next week. He was looking forward to the Louvre and seeing Notre Dame, but he was expected to spend time with his family for a large part of the trip and end with a branch opening party, because those are always so much fun.

He had barely plopped onto the hotel couch when something went flying past the building, crashing into the building down the street in a cacophony of shattered glass and warped metal. “Holy shit!” Jason yelled, jumping up and running to the window to assess the situation. The family looked to each other to see if anyone had a better grasp of the situation. Everyone shared the same confounded expression, before running out on the balcony to check out the situation.

Bruce sighed. This was most definitely not part of the plans. This was supposed to be a relaxing week with the family looking at art for Damian, going up in the Eiffel Tower (and preventing him from jumping off) for Duke, sampling French foods and checking out French fashion for Steph, exploring the catacombs for Tim, attending the ballet for Cass, visiting Notre Dame for Jason, and time together as a family for Dick, with just a side of meetings for him. Superheroing was not one of the scheduled activities.

Bruce opened his mouth to state a plan, but before the words made it past his lips, blurs of red and black swung past them toward the creature that had destroyed the building. It took more than a few minutes for him to finally close his mouth in a resolute line as they watched the two heroes fight. Jason’s mouth stayed open in awe as he watched the red figure expertly dodge and strike the creature. It stayed open until the creature backhanded the red hero into a wall of the building across the street.

The group flinched in sympathy at the sight, all too familiar with the feeling of getting smashed into a building. She fell to the ground in a crouch. Instead of fear, she looked back up with a glare. She jumped away and landed next to her partner in black and seemed to have a conversation before separating. The black hero distracted the creature while she swung further away. It almost seemed like she had run away until they saw her charge at the creature from the side, hitting circles that decorated its body, shattering them like mirrors as she went. With each hit the creature seemed to deflate more, until she hit the last one, a black butterfly emerging from it.

She captured it in her yoyo and released it almost instantly as a white butterfly. She called something out and threw her yoyo up into the air. As soon as she did, a pinkish red wave rushed across the city and suddenly all the damage they had watched with their own eyes, was reset to its previous condition.

They stared, mouths agape again, trying to take in everything they saw. Finally the silence was broken by Jason. “I call dibs!”

“What!” Dick exclaimed. “You can’t just call dibs on someone.”

“I just did,” Jason scoffed. “I call dibs on the red badass. You can have the cat one. Follow B’s footsteps, protégé.”

“You don’t even know if she’s straight. What if she’s into girls?” Stephanie objected. “Maybe they both are.”

Jason stared at her for a second before his eyes narrowed. “Fine. But if she’s anything other than a lesbian or ace, I have dibs. And the cat one is up for grabs.”

“Oh, I’ll grab,” Steph smirked.

“Fine, whatever,” Dick groused, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away. “Wasn’t looking for romance this trip anyway.”

“Your libido is not the priority right now. Father, did you bring us here for this?” Damian demanded.

Bruce kept his eyes on the spot where the creature had been a few seconds earlier before turning into a distraught woman. “No, I had no idea. But now that we know, let’s investigate. We’ll find out as much as we can from outside sources and try to meet up with the heroes when we can. If they have a regular patrol, we can try to meet them somewhere. If they don’t, we might have to try to show up discretely at the next attack.” He observed the people below already returning to their normal jobs. “It doesn’t seem like this is too out of the ordinary for everyone, so I don’t think we’ll have to wait long.”

He wasn’t wrong. In fact, they only had to wait until the next night for another akuma to strike. As soon as the akuma was dealt with, they caught up with the Parisian heroes, though in hindsight, they perhaps should have announced their presence a bit more clearly, judging by the way Red Hood was hanging upside down off the side of the building they were on.

“Sorry again,” Ladybug grimaced as she helped pull him back onto the roof.

“No, we shouldn’t have snuck up on you,” Red Hood assured her. “I was just struck too speechless by you to give you a better warning.”

Ladybug blinked at him a few times before turning to the rest of the group and motioning toward Red Hood helplessly. Chat gave her an amused smile. “She tends to have that effect even on the best of us.”

“As Red Hood said, we should have announced our presence more plainly. We likely would have reacted the same if you had snuck up on one of us,” Batman said, taking a step forward.

“We just wouldn’t have looked as kick ass doing it,” Red Hood added, leaning toward Ladybug.

Ladybug raised an eyebrow at him, but allowed him to move closer to her. “Well, you certainly didn’t look ‘kick ass’ falling like that,” she smirked at him.

“I’ll work on how I look when falling, then. I have a feeling I’m going to be falling a lot for you.”

Ladybug narrowed her eyes at him and puckered her lips in an unsuccessful effort to keep them from quirking up. Red Hood’s chest puffed up almost imperceptibly at the sight. Ladybug’s eyes darted over to Batman and back to him. “First, I don’t think you came all the way to Paris just to hit on me. I believe we have other things to talk about. Second, if you’re going to hit on someone, take off the helmet. It’s rude. I can’t read your expressions at all. It puts me at a disadvantage.”

Red Hood quirked his head to the side. “Can’t take the helmet off. Secret identity, you know? B would kill me. If he didn’t the squirt there,” he motioned toward Robin, “would try. But trust me, if you saw my face, you’d swoon. And I assure you, I would have come all the way to Paris if I’d known you were here waiting.”

“But we didn’t know you were here,” Batman cut in harshly. He placed a hand on Red Hood’s shoulder and pulled him back with the others. “We were unaware there was a supervillain in Paris. We’d like to offer assistance, ours and the Justice League’s, but first we should introduce ourselves. I’m Batman. That’s Spoiler, Black Bat, Signal, Robin, Red Robin, Nightwing,” he motioned to each of them in turn as he said their name. “And you’ve met Red Hood.”

Ladybug and Chat nodded to each of them as Batman said their names. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I’m Ladybug. This is my partner Chat Noir.”

“Sorry, we didn’t bring our full team. We would have if we’d known there was going to be a party,” Chat smiled disarmingly.

“We’ll be sure to let you know next time,” Spoiler grinned back at him.

“Can we sit down with you sometime to discuss the situation?” Red Robin interrupted whatever Chat was about to respond with. “It doesn’t have to be tonight, but we weren’t planning on staying in town too much longer. Not that we haven’t been enjoying our time here. And we’ve definitely enjoyed watching you work. You have got some really good moves.”

“Oi,” Jason interrupted, smacking him in the shoulder. “I called dibs.”

“Dibs?” Ladybug quirked her head to the side and scrunched up her nose in such an adorable way Jason let out an almost inaudible choke. Quiet enough that only Red Robin, letting out an almost as silent scoff, and Chat Noir, with his enhanced hearing, heard him. Chat zeroed in on him with a knowing smirk. He rested his arm on his baton and got into a comfortable position leaning against it, waiting for the entertainment. “What is ‘dibs’?” Ladybug continued, oblivious to the dynamic between the three.

Chat’s smirk grew. “Dibs, M’lady, is when you claim first rights to do something.”

Ladybug stared at him for a few seconds as she put together what he was implying. Her head whipped around to Red Hood. Her face was furrowed in an offended scowl. She pointed to herself. “Am I the thing you’re going to do first?”

Jason jerked back at the suggestion as Chat Noir and the rest of his family, sans Batman and Robin, started laughing. “No! No, no, no. No. Not… No.” He waved his arms desperately. “Not that. I…” He took a breath and glared at his family to get them to shut up, expecting them to know he was glaring harshly under his helmet. “I just get to be the first to try to impress you.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes. “You want to impress me? Do something impressive. And I don’t date as a superhero, so you’re going to have to impress civilian me. Good luck with that.”

Chat gave Red Hood a patronizing grin. “You’re going to need it,” he singsonged. He looked back and forth between Ladybug and Red Hood a few times, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He swung his baton over his shoulders and rested his arms over it. “But then again, she is the embodiment of luck so, maybe she just gave it to you.”

Ladybug’s head whipped back to him and she narrowed her eyes at him in warning. He smiled innocently back at her as if he hadn’t just been meddling in her love life… again. He needed to meddle in his own instead. Although, with the way Spoiler kept eying him, maybe it was already taken care of. “Anyway,” she said loudly, bringing the focus back to the topic at hand. “Tonight isn’t good. We both have early mornings tomorrow. But tomorrow night should work. How about meeting here tomorrow at 22h?”

“Okay, now that that is settled, I have a very important question,” Spoiler spoke up. Signal groaned next to her, preparing for whatever her question was going to be. “Where is the best place to get some French treats?” Batman let out a deep sigh. “What! I came to France to eat amazing French food and shop French fashion. They live here. They should know the good places to go.”

Chat straightened up immediately and sent Ladybug a feral grin. “You don’t say…”

“Chat,” Ladybug hissed warningly.

“They’re just asking for advice,” he answered in his most exaggeratedly innocent voice he could muster. “You wouldn’t want to deprive them of the best food in Paris. Would you, M’lady?” The devilish grin in his eyes was a complete contrast to the innocent voice. He turned back to the bats, the picture of politeness. “The absolute best place to get pastries in Paris is Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie on Rue Gotlib. It’s amazing. I recommend trying… everything. And it just so happens their daughter is one of the most amazing designers in… anywhere.”

Spoiler grinned at him. “A man after my own heart. Thanks, Kitty Cat. I’ll take that under advisement. And do you also frequent there?”

Chat blushed slightly and looked away quickly, but not before Ladybug saw the reaction and smirked at him. “Yes, he does,” she assured Spoiler. “He frequently frequents there.”

“And what about you?” Red Hood interjected, leaning toward Ladybug again, much to Batman’s chagrin.

“Are you kidding? She’s the reason I found it in the first place. I swear she’s there daily,” Chat grinned.

“Ooh, Kitty Cat, you sure know the way to a girl’s heart,” Spoiler purred at him. Chat’s cheeks burned red, but didn’t look away from her this time.

Ladybug pursed her lips in annoyance at his romantic interference but quickly smoothed out at the sight of his blush. A smile was back on her face when she turned back to the Bats, eyes lingering a bit longer on Red Hood before moving to Batman. “Anyway, we will see you again tomorrow. But Chat, maybe you should get an idea of what Spoiler likes so you can bring treats for her to the meeting tomorrow. I have to go though.” She waved at the bats before turning to Chat with a wink. “Have a good night.”

Red Hood stepped forward before she jumped away. “You don’t want to know what I like for tomorrow?” he asked huskily.

She looked up at him with a sultry smirk. “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea of what you like. Sweet dreams.”

Red Hood watched her jump away. “Oh they will be,” he whispered to himself.

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Marinette had been apprehensive all morning. Every time the bell above the door rung, she braced for the bats. She let out a relieved breath as a man walked in by himself. She wasn’t positive, but she was pretty sure the group would come in together. She wasn’t sure why she knew that, but somehow she was confident of it. The man blinked a few times at her before smiling charmingly at her.

And damn if that smile couldn’t melt ice. She let out another breath, this one to calm her cheeks. She smiled at him, warmer than her regular customer service smile. “Can I help you, monsieur?”

“Do you, by any chance, have a bowl or something I can put some water in?” he asked awkwardly in barely accented French. The cocked head and curious look Marinette gave him prompted him to continue. “I wanted to… there’s this stray dog outside and he looks like he needs some water.”

American, she noted… with dimensions roughly matching Red Hood’s. And oh God, those muscles weren’t just the suit. Well fuck. Guess she did give him some luck after all. “Of course he’s fucking Adonis hot,” she muttered under her breath, but apparently not quietly enough. He smirked at her and chuckled.

Marinette’s eyes snapped up to him and she blushed furiously at having gotten caught. She took a deep breath and smiled back at him. “Blonde with a dark stripe down his back?” He nodded at her, a surprised look on his face. “That’s Éclair. He’s a local stray. An absolute sweetheart. Here, let me get the bowl I usually use for him.” She rushed to the back and came back with a filled dog bowl and some pancetta. “Can you give him this too, please? I usually do, but I’ve been stuck inside most of the morning.”

He gave her another ice meltingly brilliant smile and nodded in thanks.

She tensed at the next man who walked in, not really knowing why she was apprehensive. Red Hood was already there. She gave him her customer service smile even as her eyes darted out the window to watch Red Hood feeding Éclair. She could imagine the hearty laugh he let out when Éclair leaped up to lick his face. She smiled at the sight.

“Excuse me,” the man stepped into her line of sight.

She immediately turned to focus on him, regretfully tearing her eyes away from Red Hood and Éclair. “Yes, monsieur. Sorry about that. How can I help you?”

The man looked her up and down and leaned toward her. “I was looking for something sweet. Maybe you could help me.”

She cringed internally, but gave him a strained smile as she leaned away. “Of course, sir. We have a lot of sweet treats. Maybe you can look over the petit fours, éclairs, macarons, and tartlets. Let me know if you have any questions.”

“I have a question already,” the man gave her a leering smile. “Are any of the treats as sweet as you?”

She gave him a flat look and took a step back. She almost missed the door chime ringing. “I assure you, monsieur, you would find me far from sweet. Let me know when you’re ready to order.” She turned away and started wiping the counter instead.

Red Hood took the opportunity to step up to her and pass the bowl back to her. “Thank you. He looked very happy after the treats.”

Marinette blinked at him a few times and looked down at the bowl unmoving for a few seconds before the reason clicked for her. “Right,” she answered, louder than she meant to, as she took the bowl. “Can I get you anything?”

“What do you recommend?” he asked as he moved to block the other man’s line of sight to her.

She smiled appreciatively at him. Maybe he was impressive after all. “You looking for something sweet or savory? We have great bread, but if you’re looking for a treat, I would recommend an assortment of eclairs. It just seems apropos. Honestly, I think it’s all good, but I’m a bit biased.” She leaned in as if confiding a secret and winked at him.

He chuckled and nodded. “That is definitely something to consider.” He side eyed the other man in the store. “I’ll take a look around I think. Figure out what it is I want.”

Marinette nodded and gave him an understanding smile. She turned to the other man. “Have you decided, monsieur?”

The man made a show of looking around. “Are you on the menu? Because I definitely know what I’m interested in,” the man answered, leering at her again.

Marinette gave the man a flat look. It was not the first time she’d heard the line. She didn’t get it as much as waitresses, but still, it was a tired line… from a married man… that she had already turned down. “No, sir. I’m not on the menu,” she answered curtly, “because we are not a brothel, which are illegal in Paris, I might add. However, a quick internet search will direct you to the areas of the city where you can find that kind of menu items. If you would like one of the pastries, please let me know which ones you would like, otherwise, please leave.”

“I’m not good enough for you, but you’ll flirt with him,” he motioned toward civilian Red Hood.

“First, I get to choose who I’m interested in and that isn’t you. Second, he,” she motioned toward civilian Red Hood, “called dibs on flirting with me. Now either order or leave.”

The man huffed and left, trying to slam the door on the way out. The door closed with a gentle thud. Marinette rolled her eyes. “Sorry about that, monsieur. Are you ready to order?” She sent him an apologetic smile.

Jason stared at her for a few beats trying to figure out if her previous words meant anything. She could have just said that because the guy was an asshole. It could be a coincidence. And her partner could have sent him here purely because they had really good food. “Oh, um… what do you recommend I take?” he asked again absentmindedly, his mind still on how likely it was that it was all a coincidence.

Marinette smiled innocently at him. “Me out.”

Jason looked at her wide eyed. “What?”

“You asked what I recommended you take. I recommend you take me out,” she shrugged nonchalantly, but the grin was devilish.

Jason opened his mouth and closed it again. “Any other day, beautiful. Any other day I’d say yes, but I’m kind of working on someone else and I’m a one woman man.”

Marinette looked at him for a few seconds, a brilliant smile beaming at his response.

“Thanks for helping out, Sweetie,” her mom called coming from the back room. “I think we have it covered now. Oh,” she looked up at Jason, then at Marinette’s smile, and back to Jason. She smirked at the two. “I think you should be able to take off now, get to your real job.”

Marinette nodded and took her apron off, stowing it under the counter. “Thanks, Maman.” She leaned up and kissed her cheek before making her way around the counter. Jason turned to her as she walked out, watching her as she moved. She paused a few feet in front of him. “I have to admit, you impressed me after all.”

She smiled sweetly at him before moving to the door. She turned back at the last second, twirling to face him. “But you flirted much better with the helmet.” She winked at him and disappeared through the door.

Her mom chuckled before clearing her throat. “Anything I can help you with, dear?”

Jason turned to her blankly, still processing what Marinette had said, after a second he smiled and rushed to the door. “No, thank you ma’am. I have some dibs to collect on.”

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