#and fuck anybody who wants to shit on the time I've spent

[smartycvnt]

Back Where I Belong

Pairing: Addison Montgomery x Reader

Summary: You get reunited with Addison when Meredith calls her up to Seattle.

WC: 1034

"The love of your life is back in town and you decide to spend the day holed up in your office pretending to do paperwork. Do you see where the problem in this situation is?" Word around the hospital had been that Meredith called Addison in to help with something big, but you had hoped it wasn't true. You couldn't bear to face Addison when you knew that you couldn't have her. You couldn't let yourself fall into another trap with her. It had been hard enough to move from New York to Seattle to Los Angeles to New York to Seattle. You weren't moving your life around anymore, there wasn't anything you could get from anybody else that would convince you to do so. "Come on, go say hi to her. Preferrably before one of the other doctors lets her know where you are hiding."

"Tell her Amelia, it's not like she'll care to see me. We used to fuck around, it's not that serious," you lied. Amelia's face fell, not having realized that you really were still so hurt over everything that had happened. You were like a sister to Amelia, and all she wanted was to see you half as happy as the people that you helped. You had spent your adult life taking care of people, but never stopped to let anyone take care of you.

"Are you doing okay?" Amelia asked as she sat down on the corner of your desk. Truthfully, this had been a really hard week. Almost everywhere you went felt like a reminder of Mark or Derek or someone else who was no longer in your life. You wanted nothing more than to go back to the easier times whenever you had your brothers by your side and you were longing stealing glances at Addison while you tried using Amelia as a distraction. Amelia grabbed onto your hand and rubbed her finger over the spot where your engagement ring had once been. God, the two of you had been idiots thinking that marriage would have ever worked out between the two of you. In all honesty, you had gone into the engagement knowing that it was all for shits and giggles.

"I am perfectly fine, just tired. If I go see Addison, will you let me hide out here for the rest of the day?" you asked.

"That's fair. I will warn you, she looks very good." Amelia pulled you up onto your feet and guided you around the hospital until the two of you found Addison. She had her back turned to you while she talked to a group of doctors. Amelia gave you a reassuring smile before she pushed you forward. You stumbled on your feet and nearly crashed into Jo, luckily avoiding Addison's back. "Sorry Y/n!"

"Bitch," you muttered under your breath as you glanced back at Amelia. Sometimes your banter and fighting scared the other doctors on staff, but there truly wasn't anyone else you cared more about than Amelia. "Sorry about that, Amelia must have woken up in a mood today."

"That's fine. Dr. Wilson and I were just leaving actually. We are so busy, but you should stay here and talk to Dr. Montgomery, I am sure the two of you have so much to catch up about," Meredith said. Your face fell once you realized that Amelia had not gotten you on her own. That had been a decision that Meredith convinced her towards, possibly even with Jo's help. You made sure both of them could see exactly how you felt about them as you glared at them. Jo muttered an apology as she scurried off behind Meredith, leaving you alone with Addison.

"That felt... planned," Addison said as she turned from where they run back to face you.

"Oh it was, it definitely was. Anyways, it's nice to see you back here. Hopefully it's permanent?" You knew it was dumb to get your hopes up like that, but you couldn't help it. Practicing medicine with the reason for you pursuing this career was a little too good to be true.

"Maybe. I've been looking for a possible place to relocate. LA isn't as fun when you're getting a divorce," Addison said lightly. It took every ounce of your self control not to jump a little in celebration. You hadn't known Addison's husband, but Amelia had been very adamantly on "your side" when Addison announced she was getting married. Amelia even offered to move back to New York with you before Derek got killed.

"Seattle is great for divorces. The gloomy weather really lets your outside match your inside. Oh, and a few of us from the hospital like to go party with the firefighters. You're sure to find someone that way," you offered. Addison chuckled a little as she stared down at you. It made you feel like you were way too young again, something you thought that you'd moved past a long time ago. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm just realizing something, that's all. I don't know if Seattle will be permanent for me, but I am definitely right where I'm supposed to be," Addison told you. You smiled, glad that she didn't feel out of place here. You had felt extremely out of place when you moved back to Seattle, but then again, almost everyone had a new face. Unfortunately, there were quite a few faces that had yet to get on their way, but they knew to stay out of your way. "Do you think that you could take me out tonight? Just the two of us, if you don't mind."

"Consider it done. Stop by my office when you get done here today. Amelia can show you where it is," you said. Addison smiled and nodded. You walked around the hospital for a little while trying to find something to do until Addison showed up in your office that night so you could take her out. Amelia tried to seem normal walking Addison there, but you could see the excitement in her eyes at what looked like the first steps to you and Addison getting together for real.

#addison montgomery x reader #addison montgomery #grey's anatomy x reader #grey's anatomy #my writing

[variousqueerthings]

I've just been spending the last few hours thinking about this ending that I haven't even thought about the whole rest of the episode, I've gotta. I've gotta just

oh boy I've gotta just fuckn

nothing about donna or fourteen or fifteen here just all the rest

1- at first I was thinking that the toymaker was defeated in kind of a simple way, but then on the other hand it's more a setup for some of the things we know is coming in ncuti gatwa's era, with classic!who gods. so the toymaker, yes, gives the opportunity to wrap up this past era and for DT to do those big sad wet eyes of his, but is far more for the next story's benefit in the long run from the sounds of things. also the behind-the-scenes for the game of catch is hilarious. NPH was so good, would be cool to see the toymaker make a reprise just with gatwa

2- ohhhhhhhhhh the Puppetry in this episode! PUPPETS! I am soooo into puppets, I could have spent a million episodes with these creepy fucking puppets, I hope we get more puppets

3- AND speaking of the toymaker, the master in the toymaker's tooth???? I haven't seen dhawan yet, so idk how that all ends, but I did not expect master setup, and I am very happy we did because the master is my favourite (derogatory, what a bitch)

4- RTD talking about the puppet that was broadcast on TV, I knew about that puppet (from getting a quiz answer wrong relatively recently lol), but giving that little historical Moment, now we all know a bit more, I just think it's neat

5- I am still not a fan of UNIT. every time we meet them they're a military force with weaponry that has the potential to do so much harm and... then they lose control of that weaponry. and also do weapons-related stuff that often makes the situation worse. I feel similarly of classic!UNIT who do manage to help out more on the whole, but still are fundamentally military and several times have people who do Bad Shit. dunno, still trying to figure out their place in this narrative other than convenient guns when we need guns. I want them to be more complicated if they come back for the next era, I'd be interested if shirley-ann bingham became a liz shaw type and really questions the limitations and biases that exist within UNIT

6- wait no, going back to point the first I'm soooo excited for the things they've hinted at, stories about gods are my whole damn jam, it's going to be amazing!

7- them playing the prime minister saying he doesn't care about anybody and donna goes "same as always" (or however she says it), listen, it's low-hanging fruit and I am eating it, anything dragging the british government and right wing sentiment is good and necessary for my soul personally

8- one really big Thing is no martha. will never get that closure RIP. argh though freema agyeman and ncuti gatwa could do great things together I think, cmon. one day

I'm sure more things will come up as I think about it, but off the top of my head

#doctor who #dw #doctor who spoilers #dw spoilers #the giggle

[carnation-damnation]

I LOVE your transfem Amy art! Would you mind sharing some of those transfem ideas you were rotating in your mind?

AUGHHHHH I'D LOVE TOOO!!

ummm lets go down the line haha. Only gonna talk abt ames rouge and metal because they're the only ones I've got in my brain atm. But rest assured if I had more brain cells I'd ramble abt Blaze too bc I also hc her as trans

Ames (She/Her, trans lesbian) - I think Amy presents p stealth! I think she knew she was trans from a young age and she's been presenting femininely since she was very very little. I made a post joking abt silly gender differences in sth (no back quills, small nose, etc) and I headcanon that those traits come from Amy being half-echidna so its like. ajdjsndnd gender win. The traits you were born with also coincide with hedgehog mobian gender binary??JFJSNFNN

I don't think Amy keeps her trans identity a complete secret, she loves being trans and she's proud of how she's tested fate and made her life her own, but I also think it does play a role in how she navigates her personal/romantic relationships (comphet to trans lesbian is what I was thinking of?)

Rouge: (She/Her, transfem lesbian also) - I talked abt Rouge and gave her a silly little backstory in that one post but I'll go over it again a little here: I think Rouge grew up pretty isolated in a small village with her family. She felt very trapped in the ideas that she felt like she had to follow the footsteps in. She felt like she was a side character in her own life because she's always had to ask for permission and think of the family's sleezy gem store/pawn shop before her own wants and needs. Landing that government job somehow was her ticket to finally spreading her wings and flying freeeee baby. She knew there was somth about herself and the way she dressed, talked and looked that didn't quite fit her, and although she didn't have a word for it, she assumed a new identity while working for G.U.N. and went like. full throttle on her transition. She didn't want anybody from her old village to recognize her. She's not listening to their complaints and desires anymore. She lives for herself, now. I think she has some trust issues relating to her past experiences which makes her hold onto Shadow and Omega so closely, and something about them also being queer brings them even closer to her. Can you tell Rouge has been rotating the fastest in my head

Metal - (It/She/They, sapphic demi-girl) -Metal is a fucking egg please saVE HERRRR. LISTEN OK. I don't have any evidence I don't got shit I just know we gotta get Metal outta there because she is an uncracked egg. Is eggman actively against the prospect of Metal having a differing gender identity? No. But Eggman is opposed to Metal having Opinions so. Metal has spent so long under the control of Eggman who they DO!! love, I believe. I think Metal Sonic and Sage are the only people that love Eggman and Eggman does nottt see Metal as his child as much as Metal does. And it makes me fucking bonks, dog. She thinks she's comfortable and fine where she is because that's all she knows. But she sees Amy and she yearns for something that she doesn't have the ability to describe...An emptiness that Metal doesn't know how to fill. Someone show this robot the joys of spinning for the first time in a flowy skirt PLEASEEE I think it'd do wonders for her. Go listen to bridget from guilty gear strives theme rn

#long post #No read more because this is required reading for my art /j #trans amy rose #trans rouge the bat #trans metal sonic #trans

[tsaritsa]

Congratulations on winning Nano!!! Any hot takes or unconventional tips on how to achieve a huuuge milestone like that in so little time?

Also, if you'd like to share, I'd love to hear more about the piece(s) you worked on during this year's event! Big yay if you want to tease us with a sneak peek as well. 🙂

Congratsss again!!!

ty!!!! i am afraid my tips might seem kind of obvious and not that much of a hot take but here's what worked for me:

writing sprints. do 10 min. do 17 min. do 30 min. whatever it is, just get words down on the page. after each sprint was finished i'd look at what i wrote, fix up the most glaring mistakes (espe if the words looked terrible. i've learned to live with a lot of spelling errors bc otherwise u waste too much time. during nano each day i'd prolly manage between 2-3 sprints -- usually enough to net me between 1000-1500 words each day. i wouldn't stop if i hit the daily total, i'd stop when i could feel the motivation waning. my lowest day was under 300 words, my biggest was just over 4000.

get a community. writing sucks alone. i feel very grateful that i've made some friends on here who were also trying to write regularly, so now there's 5 of us in a little discord i've made. we do sprints with each other and share lots of snippets, memes, pretty pictures etc. it keeps us excited about our own projects, but also allows us to cheerlead each other on.

get used to placeholders. i use TK. anytime there's a word i need but it's not on the tip of my tongue? TK my beloved. sometimes i'd write like she sighed in a TK kind of way, or like harry opens his mouth to argue about TK TK some work thing he's doing TK TK. it just keeps u in the pace of writing ur in, but allows for a few words to be spent writing down a piece that needs further expansion.

establish habits and goals. for me, it's stuff like trying to write the bulk of my writing with a nice candle lit, but also the silly stuff like putting on lippy so I feel like. Ready to do shit. have a few drinks avail. one to hydrate (ice cold) one to caffeinate (also ice cold). play music or sounds that will help u get into the zone without overly distracting. now that i've won it i'm gonna treat myself to some silly purchases as well bc i should reward myself for such hard work and dedication. i'm thinking a v comfy hoodie.

overall if i didn't have the community i had this month i think my external motivation would've been lost quickly, so find friends to yell at about ur project. watch yt videos about ppl doing writing! make posts and don't give a flying fuck about being cringe or not suiting ut 'aesthetic'. this is u. do it for U.

in terms of this project: the short version is hermione goes back to hogwarts post book 7 and has to slowly begin to recover from/learn to live with the PTSD she's gained. alas, draco is also back and she's gotta learn to make peace with the fact that he's allowed to want to change and that he's making small steps to become a better person than who he was. they're gonna kiss and be disgusting with each other. ultimately this is a story about hermione's journey, as the whole thing is written from her perspective, so although the dhr aspect is there, there are also other important relationships i want to focus on -- especially her and harry.

i'm ignoring/expanding on a lot of canon, and using some details from the movies i prefer over the books (namely her mudblood scar bc mmmmm parallels). i don't really know if anybody is in character but i don't care! this is my story and i'll do it how i see fit haha.

the following excerpt comes from late sept in the current draft. at this point dhr has been forced together a few times already. draco has surreptitiously managed to drug slughorn with a potion of his (slughorn's) own making during their potions class bc the potions professor was spending an entire lesson just showing off instead of. u know. teaching.

#ask #live by the cringe die by the cringe #i'm seriously thinking about starting a little vlog journey for this so i can just keep myself even more motivated haha #ty for the ask!!!! basically u just gotta write. doesn't matter how bad it is. it counts!

[feelbokkie]

Chapter 15 is soooo good!!

Bai deserves every bad thing that has and will happen to her since she keeps being an extreme bitch to even it out 🫶 I'm so glad they finally told her off!!!--anybody/everybody should've totally done it sooner so the group could enjoy more of the vacation without her and Chan in the way, but better late than never! (Now just waiting for Y/n herself to go apeshit on Bai someday 🤞🤞🤞)

And Y/n deserves all the good things coming to her since she's had to deal with so much shit all her life! l'm super happy about the offers for the comic! The supportive friends! Getting to enjoy a day in Jeju without Bai! (And even though it hurt like hell) the getting over Chan!

(Who btw is still being incomprehensible as hell, like the man had absolutely NO plan walking into Y/n's room wanting to spend time with her as "friends" 🙄 and then totally steered the conversation like a trainwreck. "I'm not trying to hurt you" yeah, you're not trying, you're DOING smh)

Anyways, I hope you have an amazing weekend! 😘 This chapter was a great way to end my Friday I've spent resting/recovering (my voice is still shot tho lol) and uploading all the vids of the Twice concert~

-👻✌️ (I still feel like putting the ghost even though I'm not anon anymore lol)

Hi G!

Welcome to your off-anon era!

Pretty sure the rest of the group has been quietly telling her off the whole trip why Jinnie has been telling her to fuck off not so quietly. Lix just snapped after what happened with Chan and Y/n and not only called her an insufferable cunt, but a few other choice words. And don't worry, Y/n will snap too, just give her time.

I think the fight ambush from Chan was way worse than how it was supposed to go, but yeah, she deserves all the good stuff coming. It only took seven days but they finally had a bai free, work free day.

Chan has 0 communication skills, I gave them all to Lix--

Drink plenty of tea with honey! I went to two concerts this year and I know the feeling. I want to go to another one so desperately. I hope you have a relaxing weekend!

#feelbokkie answers #👻✌️ anon #dlmlu smau spoilers #dlmlu press tour

[here2bbtstrash]

I’m obsessed with Gracie Abrams’s whole discography and I hope you can write something SUPERRRR angsty (crying, screaming…) inspired by these songs. Literally I can’t choose because I love all of her songs but maybe Feels Like, 21, Rockland or Unlearn would be great! Thank you for opening request ❤️ I love your writing very much 💖

mwah mwah mwah I LOVE YOU !!!! OKAY. i feel this needs an explanation because 🥴 i've been looking for creative inspiration and i was talking to the queen of my heart @gimmethatagustd who said that they would sometimes set like writing "challenges" for assignments in school, and i loved that idea. AND THEN i was sat back listening through these songs and when 21 came on i immediately started hearing a conversation in my head, just the dialogue, and then i was like 🤔🤔 what if i only wrote the dialogue ??? and so. that's what we did 😬 i hope you still like it, i know this is weird but it was a fun exercise for me and tbh i really like how it turned out ??? /disclaimer

still accepting song ideas to write drabbles based on! specify the member you want OR let me choose~

pairing: jungkook x ??? (the "other person" can really be anybody.... reader..... another member.... crack ship of your choice..... go crazy lol) wordcount: 555 ~ angel number contains: a phone call between exes and just a whoooole buncha angst, jk's ex speaks first if it helps you keep it straight, also i'm curious to know whose side you're on 🤔🤔🤔

“Did you have fun on your birthday? Hyungs take you out?”

“Mm-hmm. Drank a lot. Regretted trying to keep up with Yoongi.”

“I wish I could’ve been there.”

“I do too.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t call. I feel really shitty about it.”

“It’s okay. I thought maybe you were telling me to move on. It’s probably a good thing, really.”

“Jungkookie.”

“Please don’t call me that. It’s not fair.”

“Why?”

“Because it fucking hurts. Because you broke up with me.”

“I didn’t think it would be like this, J—JK. I didn’t think you’d just… cut me out of your life completely.”

“If I cut you out completely I wouldn’t have picked up the phone.”

“You know what I mean. There’s stuff I still want to do. With you. Like go out and get drunk and do karaoke in your kitchen. Celebrate your birthday. I hate missing the important things. And the little ones, too. …And I hate hearing you cry.”

“Tough shit. You made the call.”

“But I didn’t want to lose my best friend, too. There’s stuff that— I don’t know, that I didn’t think about. That I miss. I miss you. This is so hard.”

“I’m sorry the fact that you broke my heart is inconvenient for you.”

“Why are you being so fucking mean?”

“Because you don’t get to do this. Not now, and not every time you keep fucking calling me, when three months ago you sat me down and said you didn’t love me anymore.”

“Jungkook, I—”

“After I spent four years with you, and we built a whole life together. Got your fucking eye tattooed on my arm like an idiot. And then you just woke up one day and decided to throw it all away like it never meant anything. Well that’s on you. You don’t get to keep changing your mind.”

“I’m not changing my mind, there’s just some things—”

“Well you don’t get some things! I’m not your fucking science experiment to pick apart and only keep the shit you like! It’s all of me or none of me, and you picked none!”

“Not trying to pick you apart, not trying to hurt you.”

“You already did.”

“Jungkook, stop! …Now we’re both fucking crying, is that what you wanted? Are you happy?”

“Are you?”

“No, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. You don’t get to be the only one that’s hurt here. I’m fucking miserable without you.”

“And you think I’m not? You think I don’t miss you too?”

“That’s what I’m saying, I don’t see why it has to be like this. It feels like extra pain for no reason. Just cause we’re supposed to.”

“Hyungs said I need space.”

“Well, I hate space. It’s dumb.”

“...Yeah.”

“I want my best friend Jungkookie back. I pick up my phone wanting to text you about stuff like twenty times a day, and I hate feeling like I can’t. Like I’m not supposed to.”

“I know. I miss my best friend, too.”

“I’m so sad by myself.”

“But you weren’t happy with me either.”

“…I was in some ways. But not every way, no.”

“Do you want to get back together?”

“I wish that the answer was yes. It would make things a lot easier.”

“But it’s not a yes.”

“No.”

“Then what do we do?”

#jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #bts angst #bts x reader #anonymous #song drabbles

[livelovesimallways]

After a long day of team practice and training, Sean came home expecting to relax and spend quality time with his fiancé. Instead, he was met packed suitcases and Dana's hasty footsteps upstairs. While he hoped there was a good reason for all of this, he knew that was wishful thinking. Worried and ill-prepared, Sean headed to their bedroom to face whatever was to come his way.

(Previous)

"You ain't hear me callin you? What's with suitcases? You goin on a trip or somethin?"

"Trip?? Yeah, you're funny. Think harder."

"Now is not the for games, Dana. Just tell me what's going on!"

"Seems like you don't like how this feels.” *extremely heated* “ I want you to take every emotion you have right now and amplify it ten fold. That’s how the fuck I feel! Deanna told me everything, Sean! Every fucking thing!"

Looking stunned and mortified, Sean didn’t say a word. While there were a plethora of situations Dana could be talking about, the one involving her sister was the worst.

*Dana continues* “You had it made!…Able to do what you wanted on the road and come home with no questions asked. All you had to do was follow some simple ass rules! I didn’t ask for much Sean. They were the same guidelines that most of players in the league follow. You let your ego get bigger than your dick and fucked all of this up!...And for what? An affair with that dusty ass pass around?"

Realizing that she clearly didn't know everything he'd done, Sean felt relieved. He figured that this was something he could come back from, he just had to gain control of this situation.

“Affair???” *soulja sim voice* "That requires a relationship and I damn sure ain’t have one with anybody else. Dee is trippin.”

“So Julia is just lying?? She sent Dee plenty of receipts. You’ve spent nights at her home, bought her gifts, and shared personal things no random should know. You made her feel special! That’s why she felt the need to come forward. She contacted Deanna since I only allow mutuals to dm me. She was desperate to let me know who she was. All because you couldn’t follow the fuckin rules!

“Listen, I admit that I fucked up, but that girl didn’t mean shit to me. The whole only once thing doesn’t always work, Dana. Sometimes it’s just better to see the same chick. I know it sounds crazy but a bunch of randoms on the road makes it more likely that someone will talk. I bought her gifts to pacify her…that’s all. I stopped seeing her six months ago. She’s only coming forward now because she’s salty. I let her get too close and like you said she felt special. That’s my fault and I’m sorry.”

“So you really think that’s the only reason why I packed all my shit? I would've been able to look past all of this if it didn't include one thing...Did you see her while you were home?”

“Home???”

“Yes home! Did you leave this house to sleep with her and bring your ass back?”

*Hesitates* “A few times but I swear I never got in bed with you afterwards. It wasn’t like that. I only did it to keep her in line.”

“Sure…” *picks up the last of her luggage*

“Dana don’t…come on…please!?” *panicked*

“I told you the last time, if you did that shit again you gone lose me. Shit, fool me once shame on you…fool me twice?...fuck nah…” *starts walking*

"We're coming up on six years, baby...Six years. You wanna end it because of this chick? I haven't been with anyone else since. I've been on the road with no need for all that. I'm trying to be better for you. Look..." *gets closer to her* "Why don't you stay and I'll go? Take some time to think, and if you feel like you have to leave, then that's what I'll have to accept. Please don't do this off emotion right now."

*Takes a second* "Fine...but don't call me. I'll let you know."

To be Continued....

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#black simblr #ts3 story #black simmer #story update #the crawford sisters #dana #sean #the weekend

[pan-magi]

My Magi LGBTQIA+ Headcanons

Ok, I've been working on this list since January. I still probably forgot some. I haven't worked out all my SnB ones yet and about half the Rens. It takes me an inordinate amount of time to sort them out. The only ones I'm really set on are the aspec ones because I'm biased (that's me, I'm AA and proud).

All that to say I may update this list or do a second part. Most likely won't be for a while since I'd want to to add a good chunk before I commit more to the wild.

Also, if you disagree, that's cool. My list though~ I love hearing other people's hcs but I am not up to arguing over mine. I know you guys are chill but to ensure we are on the same page :)

(It's a reasonably long list so all of it is under the read more)

Leila and Sahsa: You can't tell me the manga didn't start off with a lesbian love story with a little shit child playing mediator.

Judar: He very gay.

Aladdin: Genderfluid. I just like the idea of him having everyone constantly guessing as a child of chaos. They're also vying to take that title from Judar. I also can't place who the kid will be interested in but none of his friends are around the same age.

Titus: Trans gay guy.

Yunan: Doesn't really have much attachment to gender. He wouldn't really describe it as a lack of gender yet won't turn down using agender. Gender neutrois also works. Uses any pronouns.

Scheherazade: Cupiosexual. She yearns for being able to have sexual attraction but it just never has occurred for her. After a few decades she had accepted it about herself. The most common form of attraction she feels is alterous attraction (often explained as the space between romantic and platonic attraction).

Hakuryuu: He has messy chemistry with everyone. Bi disaster through and through.

Morgiana: Ace and questioning. She hasn't figured it all out yet but her friends are there to support her. (hi, yes, this is me projecting weeee)

Alibaba: Bisexual and clueless. So if you ask, he won't be able to answer but he also picked up on Sinbad's natural ability to flirt with anybody without trying too hard.

Hakuei: Lesbian

Koumei: Bisexual. I mentioned with the art I made on my own blog that I designed Koumei around the bi colors without realizing it. Nothing in my mind has changed to refute that so that's what I'm still going with. I do think it fits him.

Sphintus: Gay. I can see him being biromantic as well, but mostly into guys.

Sinbad: Pansexual and greyromantic. I won't go into it again more here. He's the best most clueless and suave person ever.

Jafar: Homoromantic demisexual. He likes guys but also without any strong connection to go off of he doesn't really register how people can be attractive.

Drakon: Omnisexual. There's attraction to guys, women, and enbies, all slightly different to each other. Preference for women.

Mystras: Also very gay.

Pisti: Aegoromantic. She gets invested in other people's (mainly her friends') love lives, and loves love stories, but whenever she tries getting into a relationship it never sits right for her. She won't mind an intimate relationship though knows it won't be romantic (after a bit of denial). After my brain came up with this I started projecting like hell and I don't give a fuck XD.

Mu: Mspec of some variety. I don't think he will be bothered by either bi or pan. Queer will work just as well. He will be down for anyone, you know? Going off queer history circles I've seen conversations and jokes that no one in Ancient Rome is monosexual. Mu feels like the person it will apply to the most. I'm going with it.

I joked to myself that the majority on Alma Toran are mspec or aspec. With longer lifespans for humans, a good handful are aspec because of the lack of incentive to have kids or families quickly. I would have posted about it last year during my Alma Toran posting in October and during ace week, but alas. I'm now posting it here lol.

Anyway, my Alma Toran hcs:

Solomon: Demisexual. Hasn't spent time thinking about it because he didn't expect to marry so young. It doesn't bother him though, not that he could explain his sexuality well.

Setta: Aroace. All ice mages are aroace because I said so. (except Judar, dude can have as many guys as he wants)

Isnan: Gay

Falan: Bi. Growing up she didn't have the chance to explore her sexuality. She won't deny it if asked though is perfectly happy in her relationship.

Ugo: Bi and aceflux.

Paimon: Also bi. She flirts too much with Ugo not to be (though I do know some lesbians and non-interested in men peeps who flirt with guys for shits and giggles without much feeling. Poison Ivy being the main lesbian I think of for this).

Arba: Non-sam aro. I tried to figure out her sexuality and I know it's not ace, but it's still too wrapped up in being aromantic. Non-sam is the closest I could figure.

Tess: Demiboy. The idea just burrowed into my head and hasn't left so I'm going with it. He is fine with he/they pronouns, yet the only people allowed to get away with calling him little boy are his parents.

That's all I got. For the moment, at least. If I try to figure everyone out I won't get around to finishing this till pride next year. If ever >>. As I said, I may update the list or post a second part.

Remember to stay chill peeps! & Happy Pride!

#magi #magi labyrinth of magic #magi: the labyrinth of magic #magi headcanons #lgbtq+ headcanons #queer headcanons #hahahaha I'm not listing all the characters #i've been wanting to get this up the last few days shit #disagreements idc you can hc whatever you want #be nice though! :) my anxiety is being unfair per usual #help me prove it wrong! #i finally finished this yayy #legit why is a list so hard to make #and yes i may have overexplained but whatevs

[harmcityherald]

Some I've unfollowed I'm actually sad about sometimes.

3 just today too. Its like no ooo ooo plz don't do that. Well shit. I mean there's been plenty of times when it was me that needed blocked or unfollowed. I been thru some stuff past few years and the me from 2017 is different from who I am today. And in the coming years, yes I said years, I will no doubt change again as I navigate this end of life curse to its destination. So sometimes I know am willing to overlook some things that people do on here. I've done my own share of acting out online. we have to leave space for people to evolve and to grow. I try to avoid snap judgements because I certainly know how they feel. I also know how it feels to be buried in a drug induced haze with my body being carved up left and right and to lash out. Those are things I learned right here on tumblr. com. throwing cops off cliffs and stuff. Yeah I was royally stoned and sick and just plain angry. I have indeed bubbled over at times. So I try to be understanding of others when it happens to them. Then there are just things you can't overstep. Or maybe I can't have the nazis and the guns and the ski masks and the maga horseshit and the hostility on my own dash for my own mental health. But I don't need to explain that to anyone. I know what's in my heart. I'm on here just like all of us. Yes I have a fb. But I hardly post there because the same reason we all don't. Listen, I have 300+ friends over there. Guess how many have posted about Palestine? 2. 2 out of 300+. Why? Fear. Just like everything now. I've always been able to be honest here. I'm going to always continue that. but please let's do our best to not let Tumblr go the way of FB and Twitter and the climate of fear. Fear is a fascist tool. We have to be better.

Another thing about me. I just can not scroll past if I see someone in distress. Again, I know too well how that feels. To feel so alone and want to die and reaching out and what? No one answers? As if I didn't read it? So yes maybe I follow you because of art or music or other interest, I have so many, and I will pop in and talk to you. Why? Because you asked me to. You think you didn't but you were reaching. And I will take your hand, and that's anybody. I don't do that shit for cred or whatever trust me there is no fucking amount of cred in this world to make me shine and I could care less. I am talky. I will even drop in and comment and you say who the fuck is this how dare he talk to me. That's ok too. Indignation is actually a sign of strength. But be aware whatever reason you may be formulating in your own mind of my reasoning may not be at all what is driving me in reality. This is why I call myself smeagol. But if that's what I am I would be happy to be fucking Gollum if it might steer one fucking soul back from the edge of the pit. So I'm ok with that. Ima fucking smeagol on. Deal or block I get tired of fucking saying it.

Yes I am an old fucked up man polluting the sewer in which we find ourselves swimming. Maybe at some point I rubbed you the wrong way. That's life. It is what it fucking is. I daresay there are few who present an honest front like me and I certainly do not advocate it. But that's me. So take it or leave it. I can't pretend to be anyone else than who I am. Not anymore. I spent my whole life pretending. Performing. I no longer have any desire whatsoever for pretense.

Writing a book of my life how many pages on which do you think I will be the asshole? The villain? Do you think I will paint a rosy picture of me? The whole point of writing that is to express how far I have come. I'm still going. Its not over. But even I'm aghast sometimes when I think of how far I have come.

Yesterday my daughter asked me how old I feel inside. She's at that point where you are like am I adulting correctly? Shouldn't I feel mature and old. I told her no. I still feel the same as I did at 17. Sure my body is broke. I struggle to walk. Sometimes I struggle just to sit. Truly Tumblr has helped me thru as my hours of reblogging show, the mind seeks to escape pain and the boredom that comes. But my mind inside is still me. I'm alive in here. You will know too someday, what its like to watch children play and your soul runs after them because the body no longer can. Tonite I said to artemesia, as we went outside in the weird stillness after the rain, this is what its all about. Almost 60 but here we are marveling at the sky at 2:30am after watching a horror movie and cooking grilled cheese. Shhh don't wake the kids. We are the kids.

So there I go again trying to explain myself when i really I don't have to. And I will still be commenting when I really don't have to. I will extend myself to you when I don't really have to. And maybe those are things we all need to work on, even though we really don't have to.

Because sometimes its just good to do those things.

Anyway. Not that I'm spouting in any particular direction. And I will figure this read more setting so you don't need to see. Its my page. My life. My vent. My angst my things and my life. Just thoughts about life that's been turning over in my brain. The overthinking machine that it is.

[holdmeclosertinytaron]

Escape to the Cotswolds. Chapter One

A/N: I can't believe that the time has finally come to share the first chapter of ETTC with you!! I first wrote this back in 2019 and randomly last week I decided to edit it and post it this festive season. I haven't told anybody anything about it, not even @tttttttaron and @brayndilyn who I tell everything about the fics I'm writing. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I've loved revisiting it. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: Explicit language, consumption of alcohol

ETTC chats. / FAQs

‘Amelia Bray?’ Spencer all but screeched from the dining room. 

The group in the foyer weren’t quite sure how he’d heard their hushed whispers, though they couldn’t be too surprised. They couldn’t remember how many times Spencer had mentioned Amelia and how much he fancied her. She was, in his own words, ‘well fit’, and he wasn’t afraid to let people know. 

He dropped the bottle of multipurpose cleaner and the washcloth he had been using onto the table in front of him before hurtling himself into the foyer, narrowly missing the low beam in the doorway. 

Autumn, the shift supervisor, stood with her back to him while Sada and Connor stood in front of her. Spencer hurried to join the circle of his friends, wiping his damp hands down his black jeans to remove the residue left from the cleaning products he’d been using all morning. 

‘She’s coming here?’ He breathed out, still trying to catch his breath from running. It didn’t matter that he’d played football for most of his life, Spencer still couldn’t run very far without being out of breath. ‘Like, to this bed and breakfast? To Rivercliffe? You’re not shitting me or anything?’ 

‘Spencer, for crying out loud, how many times do we have to tell you about swearing while you’re at work?’ Sada questioned. Her eyebrows were raised and she’d rested her hands on her hops. ‘But no, we aren’t ‘shitting’ you. She’s coming later today and you had better be on your best behaviour!’

She podded her index finger into his chest and watched as he put his hands up by his head in defeat. Out of all of the employees, Sada was always the most serious. Not in a way that made her mean and impossible to work with. Just in a way that she wanted everything to be done by the books and she wasn’t afraid to put somebody in their place if they were breaking the rules. Everyone loved her little stressy head and would often joke and tell her to take a chill pill, to which they would get slyly rodded by her middle finger. 

‘You’re trying to tell me,’ Spencer started again, ignoring the groans from those around him, ‘that I’m finally going to get to meet the Amelia Bray? And you’re picking up on my swearing at work? Fuck the fucking rules right now! Pretty Baby Bray is coming here, where we work, to stay. You know she was in the new Star Wars film? Went all the way to bloody Cheltenham to see it in the cinema and she did not disappoint! Her boobs looked good enough to-’ 

‘Spencer, I swear to the good Lord above that if you so much as begin to objectify her one more time I will fire you on the spot,’ Connor piped up somewhat harshly. He had spent far too many years listening to Spencer drone on about- and objectify- the girl in the films and he was way past the point of ignoring it.

‘You can’t fire me, Connor boy,’ Spencer jested as he reached forward and ruffled his friend’s hair. One of his favourite things to do was to try and get a rise out of Connor, loving to see the slightly older boy so frustrated that he started to shout.

‘I think you’ll find that my parents owning this place means that I can fire you if I so desire,’ Connor replied quickly while shoving Spencer’s hand away and cleaning his hair up again. ‘Now get your backside back into the dining room and clean like you’re getting paid to do.’ 

Spencer turned on his heel with a small whine and huff, letting his childish side appear. He tried to flutter his eyelashes at Autumn on his way past her in hopes that she would cave and give him all of the gossip that revolved around their apparent visitor. She didn’t budge though. All she did was life her eyebrows at him before he was sulking back into the dining room to finish his job. 

The groups separated quickly when one of the guests walked down the stairs with his wife and their bags ready to check out. Autumn rushed to get behind the desk while Sada ran upstairs to start cleaning their room. Connor walked into the back office to make sure that everything was sorted for the rest of the day. 

‘Mr and Mrs Jackson, how did you find your stay here with us?’ Autumn asked as she attempted to use the ridiculously old computer at the front desk. 

The computer had needed to be updated for years but Connor’s parents refused to do it because it would cost them money and the one that they had worked enough for jobs to get done reasonably. Even Connor had tried to reason with them into getting a new one but they wouldn’t do anything about it. In the end, everyone had simply resorted to smacking it when they needed to use it, hoping it would start quickly. 

‘It was just marvellous, thank you,’ Mrs Jackson said peacefully. ‘Is the fine gentlemen here this morning? The one with the soft smile and beautiful eyes?’ 

‘Oh, Taron?’ Autumn asked. 

She knew exactly who the older woman was talking about. He was a sight to look at and everybody knew it. He was charming too, always smiling and helping out wherever he could. Mrs Jackson nodded at Autumn with an expectant smile. 

‘He isn’t in just yet, I’m afraid,’ she said quietly. ‘His shift starts in a couple of hours so he won’t be anywhere near the place yet.’ 

The woman’s shoulders dropped in disappointment and Autumn couldn’t help but smile at herself. ‘That’s such a shame. He made the most delectable hot chocolate last night and I was hoping that he would tell me his secret,’ she chuckled quietly. 

Autumn was well aware of the hot chocolate Mrs Jackson was referring to as it had become a staple at the bed and breakfast on winter evenings. Though when he was making it, Taron wouldn’t let anybody in the kitchen because he didn’t want anybody to figure out his secret. Everyone had tried to sneak in at some point but he always caught them, shooing them off with an eye roll. 

‘Taron has been my friend since before I could talk and yet he still won’t let me in on his secret. He’s going to take it to the grave. However,’ she added, ‘I’m sure that if you saw him walking around the village on your way home you could easily butter him up to tell you.’ 

‘I’ll do just that.’ Mrs Jackson looked pleased with herself but Autumn didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was joking and Taron would never, ever, give out his hot chocolate recipe. No matter how amazingly charming they were. ‘I told Jimmy here that we’re going to have to come back in the summer months when we’re not bundled up in so many layers.’ 

Autumn nodded. It had been ridiculously cold that weekend and she’d had to wear a tank top underneath her t-shirt, as well as her favourite thick, woolly jumper. It didn’t help that the front door of the bed and breakfast opened continuously throughout the day, the cold air from outside making its way inside and wrapping itself around anybody in its way. The chance of snowfall was high and nobody in Rivercliffe was excited by that. 

The village pretty much went into lockdown when it snowed. The roads would be dangerous to drive on but the nearest supermarket was a 40-minute drive on a good day, and the shops in the village itself closed because they couldn’t get their shipments in. The only places that would still be open would be the bed and breakfast and the pub. Everyone would congregate in one of the small buildings in an attempt to stay warm with a group of other people. 

‘Oh yes, I highly recommend the end of May!’ Autumn offered when the screen she had been waiting to load finally did. ‘There are so many flowers blooming in the meadows and it gets warm enough that you don’t need to wear a coat when you go out. There’s just something so magical about it.’ 

‘We’ll definitely be coming back, then,’ Jimmy said through a smile. ‘Make sure you save us a room.’ 

‘Only for our best guests,’ Autumn laughed. When she finally managed to print the couple’s check out sheet, she got them to sign it before putting it to the side ready to file as she bid them farewell. 

As soon as the front door closed behind them, she took a deep breath and walked through the dining room towards the kitchen so she could get herself a warm drink. Spencer was leaning against the island with a steaming mug of coffee in his hands and a tea towel pushed into his pocket. It was typical Spencer behaviour, finishing his jobs as quickly as he could so that he had more time to do nothing with a cuppa. 

‘Her boobs looked good enough to what?’ Autumn challenged as she poured herself a mug of liquid hug, bringing it up to her lips and sighing contentedly at it. 

‘What now?’ Spencer asked as he turned to face his girlfriend. 

‘Amelia’s boobs. They looked good enough to what?’ 

‘Good enough to fuck,’ he replied nonchalantly. 

Autumn stared at him with a dagger of a stare, her bottom lip gently pulled between her teeth and her head tilted to the side. ‘You know, I get that she’s fit and all,’ she started, ‘but don’t forget that you’re mind. We’ve been together for years and you’ve known about her for less than one. That being said, if she came onto me, I wouldn’t say no.’ 

Spencer’s jaw dropped as Autumn winked at him cheekily, turning her attention to the pile of dishes that had been left unwashed in the sink. She groaned loudly before walking over to them and turning the taps on so that she could wash them herself, even though it wasn’t her job. 

‘I can’t lie to you, baby, I’ve never loved you as much as I love you right now.’ He bit his bottom lip into his mouth, watching the curve of Autumn’s butt as she stepped to her right to grab something from one of the shelves. Though when she turned around and the stare she gave him was blank, he knew he’d made a mistake with his word choice. 

‘Because of her? You love me more than you ever have, because of her?’ 

‘I meant like-’ 

‘That my appreciation for your celebrity crush made you love me even more?’ She cut him off, turning back to the sink. 

‘Baby, I’ve just told you that I love you more than I ever have before.’ Spencer tried to argue, walking up behind her and snaking his arms around her waist so that he could pull her into his front. ‘You’re telling me that if I told you I wouldn’t say no to, I don’t know, Harry Styles, you wouldn’t love me that tiniest bit more?’ 

‘Nope.’ 

‘Oh come on, are you actually mad at me? It was a joke.’ Spencer’s lips ghosted over Autumn’s neck, grazing her skin gently before planting a kiss. 

‘Am I hell,’ she chuckled. ‘I just love making you all needy and pouty when you’ve made me mad. Now can you stop cuddling me before we get sanctioned a-bloody-gain?’ 

****** 

It was obvious when Amelia had arrived at the bed and breakfast because Spencer stood behind the front desk with his best smile on his face. Autumn stood next to him with a similar smile on her face. They were ready to greet their guest and get her checked in. The check-in page of the computer was pre-loaded so that it didn’t take too long to get things sorted, and they had restocked the bowl of complementary truffles in case she wanted to take one, or the whole bowl. They didn’t mind either way. 

Amelia walked in with a bodyguard who carried her large suitcase with ease. Autumn tried not to make any noticeable facial expressions when she saw how inappropriately dressed for winter in the middle of the countryside Amelia was. The black jeans that adorned her legs appeared to be made from the thinnest denim ever and she wore a denim jacket with nothing but a simple, striped t-shirt underneath it. Out of everything she wore, including the pair of sunglasses perched on top of her head, it was the Vans on her feet that made Autumn question if she was equipped for weather in the Cotswolds during November. 

Alas, nobody said a word. Both out of fear and due to the fact that they were around a real-life celebrity. It was embarrassing, really, their inability to simply function in the presence of someone so well known by the rest of the world. They all knew that she was just a regular person like them, but there was something else there. Something so subtle that nobody would quite put their finger on it. 

‘Amelia, it’s lovely to have you staying here with us,’ Autumn offered happily when Amelia reached the desk. ‘I’m Autumn, this is Spencer, and we’ll be getting you checked in today.’ 

‘Thank you,’ Amelia whispered as she reached the desk, resting her forearm against it and taking the weight from her feet so that she could stretch her legs. Her stomach flipped with unease as the two people behind the desk stared at her with huge grins. They were clearly fans and she didn’t know if that made her feel good or not. 

‘We do apologise, but your room isn’t quite ready as of yet. It is just getting the last few bits cleaned but you’ll be able to head up in about fifteen minutes if that’s okay?’ Amelia nodded with a soft smile. ‘You can take a seat on the sofas if you’d like and then we’ll get someone to take you up when it’s ready. Again, I’m really sorry that it isn’t ready for you right now. 

‘It’s fine, thank you,’ Amelia uttered again before she turned to her bodyguard with slightly raised eyebrows. ‘Will, you get yourself off home already! I don’t want you hitting rush hour traffic getting back into Oxford.’ 

‘I can wait with you, Amelia. It’s really no big deal.’ 

Will spoke with a strong Scottish accent and Autumn couldn’t help but admire his beauty. He stood half a foot or so taller than Amelia and his chocolatey brown hair was quiffed at the top of his head messily. His eyes were an icy blue and they were captivating to look at. Even with his stern, straight face, he somehow managed to look perfectly lovely and approachable. 

It could have been the way that Amelia smiled at him or the way that he wore a simple white t-shirt with a black-denim shirt over the top, and a caramel coloured trench coat. Maybe it was the way that he spoke so gently even with his thick accent, or the way that he made sure to smile and nod his head at everyone else in the foyer when he entered. Whatever it was, it worked. 

‘Honestly, there’s no point in it taking you hours to get home. You might as well leave now and get back home in time for the boys’ football practice. I’ll be on my own for the next couple of weeks so what’s an extra fifteen minutes?’ 

‘I can’t really argue with you on that,’ Will chuckled, wheeling her suitcase to sit next to the sofa near the door. ‘I could even grab a pizza to take home as a surprise for them too. Though I should probably tell Sarah that I’m taking one so she doesn’t cook.’ 

Amelia nodded enthusiastically at him and watched as he stepped away from the suitcase that now sat under the window overlooking the front garden. 

‘That’s probably a good idea. Tell her I say hi, please. I must come and see you both in the new year. It’s been a while, and she always has the best gossip to share with me.’ 

Will breathed a nod. ‘She does indeed. I’m sure she’d love to see you. You know where I am if you need anything while you’re out here. Please, please, please, don’t feel scared to call me, whatever time it is, okay? I just want you to be okay.’ 

‘Thank you, Will. I’ll call you if I need you, I promise. Now get home to those boys before I boot you out of the door myself,’ she chuckled as Will threw his arms around her in a tight embrace which she happily allowed. 

‘See you in a few weeks, Bray.’ 

‘See you in a few weeks, Southend.’ 

Amelia watched him leave the door before she moved to look out of the window, watching as he climbed into his car and turned back to the bed and breakfast. She waved at him and watched him set off before she sat on the small sofa in the foyer and looked around the place properly. 

The ceiling was a light cream colour and was a lot lower than she had first thought. The beams that ran across it were dark brown and chipped in places, and they ran down the entire length of the building. All of the floor that she could see, minus the stairs, was dark wood. There was a long rug with a messy fringe in the foyer by the sofa. 

There was a single, low hanging chandelier in the centre of the foyer, something that Amelia deemed a little silly considering how low the ceilings were. It was warm and cosy and instantly made her feel like she had walked into a home. That was all she could ask for. She would be in Rivercliffe for six whole weeks before heading home to spend Christmas with her family. 

Everyone’s attention turned to the door when it flew open and a gust of wind circled around them. Though it wasn’t the door opening that caught Amelia’s full attention. It was the gorgeous man that walked through it. 

‘Jesus fucking Christ, anyone would think it was Antarctica with how cold it is out there,’ Taron muttered as he slammed the door shut again, peeling his gloves from his hands and stuffing them into one of his coat pockets. He lifted the black hat from his head and stuffed it into the other pocket before he tousled his hair back into place. 

He turned towards the foyer where all eyes were on him. Then he saw Amelia and his eyes grew big and his cheeks grew a shade darker. 

‘I’m-fuck- oh wow, okay ummmm…I’m sorry for swearing,’ he stuttered. ‘I’m…Taron. I’m Taron.’ 

He went to lift his arm so that he could shake Amelia’s hand but he could barely lift it with his thick jumper being under his already thick coat. It was a wonder he’d been able to take his hat off. Amelia chuckled lightly at the sight before her while Autumn and Spencer rolled around in fits of laughter behind the desk. 

‘Trust Taron to make an absolute fool of himself in front of a celebrity,’ Spencer choked out. 

Amelia and Taron turned to the couple, Taron with a ‘are you serious?’ look on his face and Amelia with her lips rolled into her mouth and an uncomfortable smile on her face all at the same time. Autumn put her hands on Spencer’s shoulders and shoved him into the dining room in hopes that he wouldn’t continue to make a fool out of himself in front of their new guest. 

‘I’m sorry about those two,’ Taron said as he finally managed to peel his coat from his body and hang it up on the coat rack that sat next to Amelia. She could feel how cold it was from where she sat. He smoothed the material down so that it wouldn’t get in her way before he pulled the bottom of his jumper down properly, re-offering his hand. 

‘I’m Taron, it’s nice to meet you.’ 

‘Amelia.’ She returned the gesture with a smile.

Taron was beautiful, and she couldn’t help but watch him. The way his lips moved so slowly as he was talking, his words rolling off his tongue at the same pace. The way his eyelids had an ever so slight sheen to them when he blinked, and the way that there was a little bit of stubble growing along his jawline. 

‘I was just going to make myself a cup of coffee before my shift starts but I don’t want to leave you out here on your own. Not that you aren’t capable of sitting on your own…that’s not what I’m trying to say. It’s just, um, for God’s sake…would you like a coffee?’ 

‘I wouldn’t mind a tea if you have any?’ Amelia asked. ‘Haven’t had a decent cuppa in what feels like months.’ 

‘We have some Yorkshire tea in the kitchen if that’s alright for you?’ He didn’t miss the way her eyes lit up as she smiled widely. 

‘That’s bloody perfect. Thank you, Taron.’ 

The way that his name rolled off her tongue so effortlessly left Taron swallowing thickly through his own smile. 

‘Milk and sugar?’ 

‘Two sugars and just a splash of milk, please. And I like it quite strong, if that’s okay?’ 

‘No problem,’ he nodded. ‘I’ll be right back.’ 

He scurried off to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee and a cup of tea for Amelia. When he pushed the door open, a little more forcefully than he had intended, Autumn and Spencer flung themselves away from one another and wiped at their mouths. 

‘You two are really disgusting,’ Taron commented around an eyeroll. ‘I need tea, and I need it now!’ 

‘Taron, dude, what the hell was that out there?’ Spencer guffawed as he walked up to Taron and patted him on the back. ‘You came in and just like…froze?’ 

All he got in response was a mere shrug. ‘I dunno. Who’s going to take this tea out to her because I sure as hell am not after whatever the hell that-’ he swung his arm to the left and gestured to the foyer ‘-was out there.’ 

Autumn shook her head with an eye roll but grabbed the hot mug of tea from Taron’s hands and walked it through to where Amelia was scrolling on her phone. She looked up, hopeful to see Taron again, and smiled despite the disappointment of not seeing him. 

‘Thank you,’ you spoke softly as she took the mug and lifted it to her lips so that she could take a long sip. It was hot but so desperately needed. ‘Do you know when my room will be ready at all? I didn’t think about the weather and my feet are bloody freezing but my socks are at the bottom of my case which is typical honestly.’ 

‘One second and I’ll find out for you.’ Amelia walked to the desk and grabbed her walkie talkie to buzz up to Sada who was cleaning the room. ‘Any idea when we’re going to have Amelia’s room ready, Sada?’ 

‘I’ve just finished it. Send Taron up with her for me? I need to move this wardrobe but I can’t do it myself.’ Sada’s voice was very static-y and loud through the speaker. Amelia hardly understood a word, but Autumn was already responding, telling Sada that she’d send Taron up. 

‘I’ll just go and grab Taron quickly and then you’ll be able to head up to your room. I really am sorry that it wasn’t ready when you got here.’ 

‘It’s honestly fine,’ Amelia smiled. ‘It’s been nice sitting here, to be honest.’ 

When Amelia was left on her own again, she turned to her left and was met with Taron’s coat. She had one very similar to it up north in her family home. A khaki green parka with a fluffy hood and tighter sleeves. Though she knew hers wouldn’t smell as good as Taron’s did. Even with a little distance between her and the coat, she could smell Taron’s cologne all over it. 

‘Taron, Sada needs you upstairs for a minute to help move a wardrobe or something,’ Autumn said as she walked into the kitchen. Taron nodded. ‘Oh, and you also need to take Amelia upstairs to her room for me on your way. She’s in room five. You know where the key is. Thanks, mate!’ 

‘You little…’

He let his words trail off as he forcefully pushed the kitchen door open enough for him to squeeze through. When he got close to the foyer where he knew Amelia would be waiting for him, he shook his shoulders and took a deep breath. He had already made an enormous fool out of himself and he didn’t want to further what he could only imagine to be a negative impression of himself. 

‘Amelia, if you’d like to follow me up to your room.’ 

She stood up quickly, pulling the handle of her suitcase up and walking towards Taron with it towing behind her. She stopped just behind him but regretted it as soon as he turned on his heel and almost knocked her backwards. Luckily she was able to grip the desk to stop herself from tumbling. Taron’s hands reached out to grab her to steady her and she caught a hint of his scent. He smelt heavenly. Kind of musky with a hint of sweet and freshness. 

‘I’m sorry,’ he said quickly when he knew that she was safely on her feet. ‘I should have made sure that you weren’t-’ 

‘Taron, it’s okay. Happens to the best of us.’ She smiled at him, wanting him to know that it really was okay. 

‘Well, I’m still sorry. Here, let me take your suitcase for you. You have the attic room so there’s a lot of stairs to get up.’ 

Amelia didn’t argue with him. Instead she pushed her suitcase towards him with her foot and watched as he pushed the handle down fully so that he could grab it by the handle at the side. He lifted it with ease and Amelia could just about make out the soft bulge of his bicep through the material of his brown jumper. But it was still baggy enough that she didn’t know just how prominent it was. 

Taron walked up the stairs two at a time and almost made it to the top of the first flight without tripping over his own feet. Almost. A mere three steps from the top his shoelace came undone and he tripped over it. He moved the suitcase as softly as he could onto the landing before his knees hit the step above him. He cried out in pain while Amelia stood still behind him. She didn’t know how to react, but she couldn’t stop the little snort of a chuckle no matter how hard she tried. 

‘I’m sorry,’ she laughed, ‘I know I shouldn’t find it funny and that I should be asking if you are okay…but that was kind of funny.’ 

‘Yeah, yeah. I’ll remember that for when you fall up these bloody things. It’ll happen, trust me. He knelt down slowly to fasten his shoes again before he moved so that there was enough room for Amelia to stand next to him. ‘Can we pretend this never happened?’ 

Amelia nodded through a smile as he stood himself back up and continued to walk to the next flight of stairs that he would have to walk up. Though instead of being too big for hit boots and trying to walk up them two at a time again, he walked up them one at a time. He didn’t miss Amelia giggling at him and he had to let himself admit that it was the cutest thing he had heard in a long time. 

‘Okay so this is you,’ he spoke as he stopped dead in front of the door that led to her room. He pulled out a metal key that was attached to a red plastic keyring. ‘This is your key. There’s tea and coffee in your room but if you need any extras let me know and I’ll bring you more.’ 

‘Thank you, Taron. Before you go to help Sada,’ Amelia started, lifting the handle of her suitcase again, ‘where do you suggest heading for tea tonight? I’m starving and could do with a proper good meal.’ 

Taron thought for a little while, going over all of the food places that would still be open before deciding on a couple of different options. ‘Okay so there is a small café that is open for tea and they serve fish and chips or small bits like sandwiches and quiche. But if you’re wanting a proper meal that’s warm and filling, I recommend the pub on Farm Lane. Their food is amazing.’ 

‘Pub tea!’ Amelia exclaimed happily. ‘I haven’t had that in so long so I think I’ll head there. Thank you, again. I really appreciate it.’ 

‘It’s no problem. I’ll see you later, Amelia.’ 

****** 

Taron was refreshing. He didn’t talk to Amelia like she was a celebrity. He talked to her as Amelia and it was a nice difference to what she was used to. Though what she stupidly didn’t think about was how everyone else in the village wasn’t Raron and to them she was just Pretty Baby Bray, as the media had nicknamed her. 

Walking through the village itself wasn’t the worst experience of her life. A few people stared at her as she walked past, and a few ran off to tell others, but it was a pleasant walk for the most part. Until she actually arrived at the pub. 

Rivercliffe Arms sat in the centre of the village and was the go-to place for socialising. Everyone over the age of 18 would go to the pub at least once a week, with the older men going more regularly to watch the football together on a couple of the TVs that were scattered around. It was loud and stunk of stale beer. The perfect recipe for a local pub, really. 

The outside of the pub was covered in green ivy with only small parts of the brown brick showing through. There were a couple of wooden picnic benches sitting outside the pub but due to the lack of warmth from the sun, they weren’t being occupied by anybody. Inside smelt like old cigarette smoke and normally Amelia would be disgusted by the scent and would turn away but there was something drawing her in. 

It wasn’t too full that evening. A few people leaned against the var while some of the larger tables were surrounded by families and groups of friends. There was chatter everywhere that Amelia turned and it reminded her of being home when she was a young girl. Some of her fondest memories were when she would go to the pub with her Grandad on a Sunday afternoon where he would buy her a glass of Diet Coke and a bag of crisps. They would sit and chat for hours before they headed home for bed. 

Her little adventure out of London was very much needed. After months of filming a new movie while also promoting her last movie, she’d started to burn out and was in dire need of a getaway. 

When Will first suggested that she take a break for a couple of months somewhere idyllic before heading straight back up to Manchester for Christmas, she thought he was being a complete idiot. But then she sat and really thought about it. She was unable to remember the last time she took a break and truly let herself relax. 

Whenever she finished shooting a movie, and before she set off on press, she would take herself away somewhere to relax but always wound up being stuck in a hotel room the entire trip so that people wouldn’t see where she was. 

Being in the Cotswolds was different, and she was beyond thankful to Will for suggesting somewhere so beautiful. So much so that she had sent him way too many thank you texts, including lots of GIFs and white heart emojis. Will told her that she really didn’t need to thank him. She just needed to enjoy herself and finally take the break that she deserved. 

‘You’re Amelia Bray, aren’t you?’ Amelia turned to her left to find an old lady with bright white hair staring back at her in awe. ‘It is you! My grandson just loves your films. I can’t wait to get home and tell him that I saw you.’ 

‘I’m so glad that he likes them,’ Amelia replied with a semi forced smile. All she wanted to do was sit in the corner out of the way and order herself toad in the hole, preferably with sprouts and plenty of gravy. ‘I should probably order myself some food but it was lovely meeting you.’ 

‘The pleasure is all mine.’ 

Amelia walked away and let out a huge breath, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone else in the pub. As much as she adored her fans, and as much as she knew that it was inevitable that she would meet some, that night she just wanted to eat a good meal and then get into bed and sleep. 

She let her hands rest on top of the bar as she leaned into it quickly to stretch her back but regretted her decision as soon as she felt the sticky substance of old spilled alcohol cover them. She pulled them away with a disgusted look, missing the way the boy behind the bar looked at her with a gentle smile. 

When she looked at him, he was holding a damp cloth in her direction so that she could wipe her hands and clean them. She took it gladly. 

‘Thank you. I’m Amelia.’ She held out her hand once she’d cleaned it for the handsome man to shake, her signature smile plastered on her face. 

‘I’m Kaine.’ He offered her a smile before taking the cloth back and moving to the tablet in front of him. ‘Can I get you anything to eat or drink tonight?’ 

‘I have a hankering for a toad in the hole. Hopefully with a side of sprouts and plenty of gravy?’ 

Kaine stayed quiet as he pressed a few buttons. When he looked back up, Amelia was already looking at him with hopeful eyes. ‘That’s perfectly fine. Can I get you a drink with that?’

‘A good ol’ Pinot Noir, please.’ 

‘Do you have any ID on you?’ Amelia looked at Kaine as if he had three heads. Surely he was fucking with her and didn’t actually want her ID, no matter how flattered she felt at the same time. She was nearing 30 and it was public knowledge that she was over the legal drinking age. ‘Sorry, it’s just protocol.; 

She nodded as she shook her head slightly, and pulled her driving licence out of her purse to hand to Kaine. Just like the majority of the population, her driving licence photo wasn’t the best. It had been taken when she was still 16 so she looked a hell of a lot younger than she was and she hated it. Kaine let himself chuckle as she checked her date of birth before handing it back over with a nod of his head. 

‘That’ll be £11.58 altogether, please.’ 

Amelia nodded and pulled her bank card out of her purse once she’d put her licence back, tapping it on the card machine with a satisfied smile. As she put her purse back into her bag and zipped it up, Kaine poured her a glass of wine. It was bigger than it should have been for the price she paid but she was somewhat used to getting more than she paid for. 

‘Take this and sit wherever, I’ll bring your food over when it’s ready.’ 

‘Thank you.’ 

******

A delicious plate of food, two bottles of wine and three fan encounters later, Amelia sat at the bar chatting to Kaine about everything Rivercliffe. She made sure to ask about the nearest supermarket and how long it would take her to walk there should she be brave enough. She asked about the best places to go for food other than the pub, and if there were any nice coffee shops around. And she asked about any winter and Christmas traditions the village had. 

Kaine had been more than accommodation to her constant, drunk chatter, telling her about the Tesco which was a 40-minute drive away so well over an hour walk, the café on Cart Lane and the coffee shop on Tilbridge Street. He also informed her of the traditions that the village had, such as the Christmas light switch on where everyone gathered near the bed and breakfast for free hot chocolate, carols and the lights. 

‘When do the lights get turned on?’ Amelia asked as she tilted her wine glass back to drink more of the red. Her lips were stained maroon by that point. 

‘The 1st of December. It’ll be packed in here by 4pm and we’ll sell more jacket potatoes than you would think possible. And then everyone will head down to the B&B for six.’ Kaine wiped down the bar before moving Amelia’s then empty wine glass so that it could be washed. ‘It’s always so special and there’s just this incredibly magical feeling that surrounds us all as we stand together.’ 

‘I can’t wait.’ 

‘You’ll be here for it?’ Kaine asked in surprise. Amelia nodded with a big smile. ‘That’s amazing. Make sure you wrap up warm, it’ll be bloody freezing.’ 

Amelia chuckled and pulled the sleeves of her jacket over her hands and bounced her leg a few times. She had some idea of how cold it would be before she set off on her little holiday, but she hadn’t realised just how cold it would be. Her denim jacket was nowhere near thick enough to keep her warm in the bitter chill outside. When she had the effort she would have to walk to Tesco to buy herself a winter coat. 

‘It already is bloody freezing,’ she mumbled in defeat. 

‘It’ll only get colder,’ Kaine continued, putting the final glasses away before sighing happily. ‘Longest shift of my life.’ 

‘Oh, I’m sorry. If I’d have known I wouldn’t have kept you chatting for so long. I feel so silly,’ Amelia rushed out. The alcohol had well and truly started to take effect and she could feel her head starting to spin. 

‘Don’t be silly, it’s okay! It was nice to have the company while cleaning up, in all honesty.’ Kaine grabbed his coat from the rack that just sat behind the bar before turning back to Amelia with a genuine smile. ‘Would you like me to walk you back to wherever you’re staying?’ 

‘I’m staying at the B&B but it’s okay. I can walk on my own,’ Amelia said softly as she stood up from the stool. She almost toppled over from the alcohol that was surging through her bloodstream but caught herself on the bar. 

‘That’s on my way back. And I am not letting you walk on your own when you can hardly stand up straight. Come on, it’s no big deal.’ 

Kaine stood next to her and let her link her arms around his so that she could stay upright. ‘Thank you.’ 

****** 

As Amelia and Kaine walked up to the B&B, Taron had walked out of the front door wrapped in his coat and a scarf that he hadn’t been wearing earlier in the day. He saw the pair walking towards him and his stomach dropped instantly. Amelia had her arms wrapped around Kaine’s arm and she was laughing at something he had said. KAine had his hands in his pocket and kept turning to look at Amelia with a large smile. 

Taron should have known, really, that he would never get a look in with Amelia. He never got a look in with anybody. 

‘Taron!’ Amelia shouted from the bottom of the path, letting go of Kaine and staggering towards him. ‘Can you take me to bed? Let me fall up the stairs like you did earlier. That was funny.’ 

She threw her arms around Taron’s body and rested her chin on his chest as she looked up at him. He was gorgeous, his greeny blue eyes dazzling and his lips the perfect shade. If she were to tell the truth, she’d never seen a man just as beautiful as Taron. He was broad, too, her arms barely fit around his body with his coat on, and she wondered what it would be like to have his arms wrapped around her. 

‘I can’t take you to be, love, but I can take you to your room?’ Taron spoke down to her gently, watching the way that her eyelashes fluttered against the tops of her eyelids delicately. 

‘Love?’ Amelia asked quietly, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and smiling to herself. ‘I love it. Love. Taron called me love.’ 

Taron turned to Kaine and nodded a greeting. ‘Thanks for bringing her back, man.’ 

‘No problem. See you around, Amelia.’ 

‘Bye Kainey boy. Thank you for the wiiiiiiine!’ Her words were slurred but she continued to talk. ‘To the bedroom.’ she shouted as she pointed to the bed and breakfast, charging forward to the front door where she yanked it open and made her way through the foyer towards the first flight of stairs. 

Taron followed her the entire way up, trying not to look straight forward where he would get an eyeful of her butt. She fell twice, and both times she turned to Taron with a giggle, to which he shook his head at her with a smile. 

‘Oooh there’s something at the door!’ Amelia whispered as she bent down to pick up the green box that had been left with a note. 

Taron’s stomach dropped as he watched her unfold the note. He watched her eyes travel over the paper a few times, her eyes closing every few seconds as she tried to refocus them. Pure dread washed over him as she finally looked back at him and blinked slowly. 

‘Thank you, Taron,’ she whispered with a smile, eyeing the box of Yorkshire tea once more with a large grin. ‘Hey, what do you say about coming in and having a bit of fun? Let me thank you properly for the tea.’ 

Taron could feel himself resisting the urge to take a single step forward to pull her into him, moulding their lips together in what he could only imagine would be the best kiss of his entire life. But he would feel himself pushing himself backwards. Amelia wasn’t sober. She didn’t know what she was saying and he would not take advantage of her. 

‘Another time?’

‘Promise?’ Amelia asked sweetly, only slightly disheartened that Taron didn’t want to go back to her room with her. Even though she was wildly intoxicated, she knew what she wanted. 

‘Promise,’ he replied before kissing her cheek gently and walking down the stairs and out of the building. 

He had to give himself a few minute before setting back off home, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. The more he looked at Amelia, the more he came to appreciate her true beauty. Everything about her drew him in. Her eyes that he could get lost in; her smile that left him weak at the knees; her voice that made him dizzy. Everything. She was perfect, but she would never be his. 

With one last deep breath, Taron pushed himself off of the front door and down the path towards the village. He shoved his hands in his pockets and absentmindedly kicked at a rock on the ground, following it where it travelled before kicking it again. When the rock rolled into the middle of the road, he left it and walked the final few metres to his house.

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[laufire]

top 5 'fucked up' dynamics!!

I'm going with the ones that are currently living rent-free in my mind. I've loved too much messy shit in my life to order them so easily xD

I doubt I'm surprising ANYBODY who's paid little more than cursory attention to my blog in the past... three months or so, if I lead with Bruce Wayne & Jason Todd lmfao. It's heartwrenching and deliciously meta on both the parent-child front AND the mentor-mentee one. I'm (re)reading a bunch of old Jason-related comics rn and it's all hitting me again. And the latest development... oof. OOF. Do you ever feel that you and a particular writer are suddenly in-sync to a frankly scary degree? That's how I feel with dc writers right now lmao. This is DC comics so I'm prepared to be disappointed in the aftermath xD, but I am SO IN right now. I'm writing at least two more fics based on the current arc as we speak xD

Next in line HAS to be Dr. Jennifer Melfi & Tony Soprano in The Sopranos. The intimacy, the thrill, the genuine danger of it all... I keep wanting to scream at her to escape and leave him to the wolves but loving that she's sticking around because otherwise where would the show be!!! And there are plenty of great dynamics all around, mainly (IMO), those between Tony and the women in his life, but Melfi & Tony's therapist-patient relationship and the way it twists and morphs is particularly fascinating.

I honestly think the relationship between Zatanna & her mentees in Young Justice could AND arguably should have been more fucked up (for my enjoyment alone, maybe!) but given some of the reactions I've seen to it, fuck it, I'm adding it xD

I SHOULDN'T have high hopes for the dynamic between Tuya and that little clone of herself in "Monstress", since I still think the weakest part of the comic is the other child character lmfao... but man, it REALLY has the potential to hit all the sweet spots for me, in terms of my go-to favourite dynamics (clones, doppelgangers, mirror-selves, possessions, sci-fi related split personalities... I'm into that shit xD).

I rewatched "The Devil Wears Prada" recently and I simply must give a shoutout to Andy/Miranda as the ship that launched my fixation on older woman/younger woman + twisted mentor/mentee femslash + mirror selves behaviour. Every rewatch since has been spent finding little moments in time in which they could TOTALLY have fucked off-screen btw.

#objectively these might not even be the MOST fucked up dynamics I've loved lol #but they're certinaly the ones i'm more into at the moment #replies #talking to the void #my thoughts #top 5s #thank you! <3

[dirtyhends]

I never had someone i loved betray me before, cause i don't love people i just pretend to love them i have stopped myself from dying multiple times just for the hope of you, is that not beyond fucked up? i keep having dreams about you coming to apologize to me i frankly don't care about anybody else i really don't all the people we had around us al our shared friends i dont give a single fuck about them i liked them but i never really cared that much about them so i wasn't fazed with them leaving me as much as you betraying me destroyed me i don't care about what you did more than the act i feel like i am now unable to tell or share anything in fear that it will be used against me, i wonder if you know that i wrote down about you in details every time we met in my diary, and i am not even a writer but i wanted to remember those moments i also wonder if you knew how much i bragged about you to my mom and every time she would mention her best friend and her fighting i would say yeah i can't relate to that "you" would never do that to me i often wonder if i might've given myself bad eye and 7sedt rouhi i've always found excuses for you even when you made me feel small even when you were inconsiderate of my disability even when you made an instagram video about me and talked shit knowing i wouldnt know the content but little you did know that one of your so called friends pretty much captioned it for me word by word but even then i still thought maybe it's not me! thats not about me! she would never do that to me i thought that nothing could come between us, i'm not a good person not a good friend and i am aware of that but i tried my best to be one with you, it's weird even now i find myself crying wondering where did i go wrong convincing myself that i don't care about you but i do, you were my entire fucking world the only person i can be transparent with without feeling judged but now i'm aware that you were probably judging me every single time and it honestly kills me, i keep reading my diaries reading my words about when we met how clean you smelled how fun you were how beautiful and fashonably dressed you were how i felt like i could be myself around you and it drives me nuts to think i was and still feeling all this love for someone who didn't even pause to give me the benefit of doubt and i don't know how to stop feeling this way, even our other friend i didn't care about her it actually susprised me how i didn't give her a second thought or any of the other ones i guess i never held them in the same scale as you, to me what we shared was unsharable but we did share it anyway, i keep replaying every conversation every moment spent together everything you told me wondering where did i go wrong, the day you told me you attempted to kill yourself i was worried sick i started crying on facetime with my friend who lives in a whole another fucking contient just to now worry you and freak out on your face i don't feel bad about suicide or about people who feel urges to kill themselves o often struggled with feeling empathy for the suicidal because i have been feeling that way for as long as i can remember but the thought of losing you is what made me lose my mind maybe i thought about it so much that i manifested losing you in some way could that be the case? at the end i only wish i had closure it's okay i am okay with letting you go and i am okay with you not loving me the way i loved you i only wish i had closure cause i am tired of thinking but i guess we don't all get what we wish for huh? i only wish i could hate you but it's okay because i think hating you would hurt me more than whatever this is.

— Franz Min, Unsent Letters to a Morning Star

September 2023

#:p #lol #I also cant fucking listen to one of my favorite songs cause I associated it with you now every time I listen to the like I’m so lucky to ha #have met you I say unlucky out loud :p #anyways we move this was a month ago and I feel better now #it’s like when you accept defeat I guess #but so stupid how in my head nobody could replace you even though I am aware they’re better than you in every form #whatever #اريها السها وتريني القمر

[tabsters]

Q & A WITH THE ZODIACS!!

all questions submitted by @mythicalmagical-monkeyman, thank you for all of them!

if anyone else wants to submit asks about the zodiacs for a part two, you're more than welcome to! (aka: please do i love answering asks @mythicalmagical-monkeyman @hyperfixation-tangentopia)

previous posts are here

LETS GET INTO IT!!

Which zodiacs would start a podcast?

Leo: Starting a podcast sounds fun! Gemini: I wanna talk into a microphone for three hours and have people listen to me on spotify!

Who would HATE musical numbers?

Capricorn: I walk into the room and I hear this shit- Aquarius: NOW HAMILTON'S SKILL WITH THE QUILL IS UNDENIABLE, Gemini: BUT WHAT DO WE HAVE IN COMMON? Leo: WE'RE RELIABLE WITH THE- Aquarius, Gemini, Leo: LAAAAADIES!! Capricorn: I am in hell.

Who would train raccoons to take out the trash?

Gemini, holding up a raccoon while several more walk around her feet: And this is McChonkers, and this is Zuzu, and this is Boops, and this is Tom! Cancer: ...Very nice, dear, but...where did you find all of them? Sagittarius: Aquarius abducted them from the mortal realm. Aquarius: Strictly for scientific purposes.

What would be all the zodiacs go to Halloween costumes?

Aries: Everyone tells me I look like JD from Heathers...so I guess JD? Taurus: Isabela from Encanto. She's pretty. Gemini: Slenderman. No, I will not elaborate. Cancer: A pirate. Yo ho ho. Leo: Hmmm, depends. I mean, I can just shapeshift into anybody, so whatever I'm feeling at Halloween, I suppose. Virgo: Some obscure goddess from the book Gemini's writing. Libra: A fairy. Mostly because I already have butterfly wings and a large amount of flowy dresses. Scorpio: Hobie Brown. He's so fucking cool. Sagittarius: Sapnap from the Dream SMP! AND IF ANY OF YOU FUCKWADS MAKE FUN OF ME, I SWEAR TO GOD- Capricorn: A witch. I mean, Gemini says I'm already one- Aquarius: Hatsune Miku. Will I explain? No. Pisces: Kuchisake-onna. Do not google her unless you want nightmares.

Who would spend to much money on lego?

Scorpio: Gemini and Aquarius aren't allowed to go to the Mortal Realm anymore, not after they spent FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS ON LEGOS. Gemini: WE HAD TO BUY THE ENTIRE LEGO ARCHITECTURE SET!

Who'd be on tumblr?

Aquarius: I've been on it since 2015. Gemini: I use it, but I'm more of a TikTok girlie. Scorpio: I came here for aesthetic moodboards and left mentally ill.

Who'd be on twitter?

Aries: Only on here for the memes. Leo: Hehe funny bird app. Sagittarius: I'm on here for threadfics and fanart. Capricorn: I got into a fight with a terf on Twitter because she called my fiancee a slur.

And who'd be on youtube?

Libra: Libra: Welcome back to my unboxing video-

Who has the worst hygiene?

Cancer: Virgo, darling, when was the last time you showered? Virgo: Cancer: When was the last time you changed your clothes? Virgo: Cancer: When was the last time you brushed your teeth? Virgo: Cancer: Cancer: Amor, please-

What's everone's favorite movies?

Aries, Scorpio, Gemini: Across the Spiderverse!! Taurus: Onward. I love fantasy movies. Cancer, Virgo: Breakfast at Tiffany's. Leo: The Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie. Libra: To All The Boys I've Loved Before. Sagittarius: Crazy Rich Asians. I watch it religiously. Capricorn: Everything Everywhere All at Once. Aquarius: Movies are overrated, embrace musicals. Pisces: Big Hero Six. Do not laugh.

Eclipse is a girlboss.

Eclipse: Thank you!! Eclipse: *Headbobs aggresively so that the shades on her head fall down over her eyes*

What are Eclipse's henchmen's favorite sports?

Perseus: Football. And no, it's not sOcCeR, like you Americans say. Orion: Badminton. Especially when I hit Percy in the face with a birdie. Hercules: Uhhhh, wrestling. Orion: Yeah, that's cause you get to be half naked and I get to watch you pin down Percy with your enormous *gets slapped*

What is a fun fact about Eclipse?

Eclipse: Every fact about me is a fun fact! Perseus: She decapitated her father.

What's the most normal thing Eclipse has done?

Hercules: She woke us all up at two am to show us a funny meme.

Out of the zodiacs:

Who likes apple cider and who likes hot chocolate?

Aries: Apple cider. Taurus: Why not both? Gemini: Oooh, hot chocolate! Cancer: Virgo makes very good cider. Leo: Spiked apple cider is good. Virgo: I make cider. Libra: Hot cocoa with whipped cream and marshmallows. Scorpio: Hot chocolate. Sagittarius: What happens if you combine them? Capricorn: Neither of them. Tea. Aquarius: Apple cider, I suppose. But it feels wrong to drink apple cider in any season besides Autumn. Pisces: Hot chocolate.

Out of the zodiacs who do u relate to the most?

Oooh, definitely Sagittarius cause I based him off my experiences as a second generation Asian American. I also relate to Aquarius a large amount because I based her off of my experiences as a mentally burnt out gifted kid.

Which zodiac was the hardest to characterize and come up with stuff for?

Probably Virgo, followed by Pisces. I based the Zodiacs off of people I know, and three of my best friends are Virgos, so it was kind of hard trying to mash all of their personalities together to form one Libra. Pisces was hard because I wanted to subvert the trope of all Pisceans being shy and passive, but I also accidentally made him a literal psycho in the process. Whoops.

I'ma a Virgo sooooooooooo

What is Virgo's go to outfit?

Virgo: Normally, I wear sweaters and leggings, sometimes fancy dresses if there's an official meeting I must attend. Occassionally, I allow Gemini to make flower crowns for me.

What's her favorite country?

Virgo: Longue vie à la France. (Long live France.)

What's her favorite plant?

Virgo: I like peonies and hyacinths best.

Does she have glasses?

Virgo: Only reading glasses!

What's her favorite era of history?

Virgo: Does one usually have a favorite era of history? I suppose medieval France, as that was the time period I lived in.

Which zodiac is the most inappropriate?

Leo: CHOKE ME LIKE YOU HATE ME BUT YOU LOVE ME- Libra: N O Gemini: LOW KEY WANNA DATE ME WHEN YOU FUCK ME- Aquarius: S T O P Sagittarius: TOUCH ME WITH THE LIGHTS OFF AND MY CHAINS ON- Aries: W H Y

Who's going to go cliff jumping?

Sagittarius: Time to YEET myself off a cliff!! Gemini: TAKE ME WITH YOUUUUUUU Leo: WHEEEE!!!

Eclipse's henchmen are totally himbos so which Kronk quotes are they?

Eclipse: I'd say only Hercules is a himbo, Orion's more of a twink and Perseus is a Tumblr sexyman, but if you insist! Eclipse: Perseus is “The nightmare began on a day like any other. Actually, that would make it a daymare, but I digress.” Eclipse: Orion is "Whoo! Faster, faster! Yzma! Put your hands in the air! Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo!" Eclipse: And Hercules is "The poison. The poison for Kuzco. The poison chosen specifically for Kuzco. Kuzco's poison."

Which zodiac would throw cheese and at who?

Leo: Hahaha, everyone point and laugh at the poor lactose intolerant person! Sagittarius: If you throw any more babybel cheese at me, I will- Leo: YEET

Who's the best at ruling their kingdom?

All Zodiacs: Me, obviously.

Who would watch LMK and would they like it?

Gemini, sobbing: MK MY GUY YOU NEED A BREAK POOR BABY Sagittarius: SUN WUKONG NOOOOOOOO YOUR TRAUMA NOOOOOO Scorpio: MEI YOU'RE A BADASS AND A GIRLBOSS KEEP IT UP!!

Who's the parent that would give the other zodiacs the shirt off their back?

Aries: Cancer Gemini: Virgo Leo: Cancer Libra: Virgo Scorpio: Virgo Sagittarius: Capricorn Aquarius: Cancer (Those are the 'Zodiac Crackheads', aka the younger Zodiacs. Pisces could technically be grouped in with them, but he is not a crackhead.)

Who's obsessed with something and would continuously send pictures of their obsession to the group chat?

Scorpio: I SWEAR TO GOD, AQUARIUS, STOP SENDING PICTURES OF MUSHROOMS IN THE GC Aquarius: ONLY WHEN GEMINI AND SAGITTARIUS STOP SENDING LEGO MONKIE KID MEMES

My brain is foggy buuuuuut

u wrote the lmk villains group chat fic right? (yep, that's me!)

and if u did

Would u ever consider writing a zodiac group chat fic?

Ooh, I started writing one when I was in eighth grade, but it's pretty outdated now. Might consider rewriting it though!

Would any zodiacs believe in aliens?

Aquarius: I mean, technically the entirety of the Astral Realm are aliens, so yes, aliens are real. Sagittarius: BUT ALIENS WITH TENTACLES AND MANY EYES ARE DEFINITELY OUT THERE-

Out of all the characters who would go cow tipping?

Gemini, Leo: Hehehe knock over cow Taurus (a cow constellation): Wait wait no- Orion, Hercules, Eclipse: Hehehe push sleeping cow over Perseus: Why-

zodiacs vs baby?

Aries: Holds the baby at arm's length Taurus: Sings a lullaby to the baby Gemini: Holds the baby upside down Cancer: Gives the baby back pats Leo: Shapeshifts to entertain the baby Virgo: Rocks the baby Libra: Accidentally loses track of the baby because she's blind Scorpio: Keeps ten feet away from the baby so he doesn't accidentally sting it Sagittarius: Plays tag with the baby Capricorn: She's been a mom before, so she changes the baby's diaper and puts it down for a nap Aquarius: Thinks it's another speciman for her experiments Pisces: Dropkicks the baby

The theater zodiacs favorite musicals~?

Gemini: Heathers! Leo: Why must you make me pick? *dramatic sigh* Wicked. Aquarius: Hamilton or In The Heights. I like Lin Manuel Miranda.

Which zodiac likes things plain and which one can't eat anything with out at least at least a million toppings on top?

Aries: Gem-Gemini, that's enough toppings- Gemini: *taking a scoop from every single topping container* Fuck you, this is how I want to eat my frozen yogurt and you cannot stop me. Gemini: At least I'm not like Scorpio, bastard likes plain vanilla fro-yo. Scorpio: I have S E N S O R Y I S S U E S.

aaand that's all the questions! if you'd like a part two, my inbox is always open for more questions about the z̷̝͇̭̖̫͈͒͑̈́̆̅̃̐̿͆̏̍̆̂͠͠ͅọ̸͂͊̊̔d̸̡̧̢̛̞͈̤͍͓̳̱͎͈̞̤̟̼̃̿͑̈́͋̀̍̃̐̇̍̚į̸̡̯̼̟͔̭̱̤̜͙̮̜̂͛͒̀͛̈́̈́̊̈́͊͆͒̈́͘a̸̢̨̛̛̤̤̦͓̯̺͈̱̯̥̝̞̜͙̟̿̎̒̐͂̑̆́̈̒̂̄̀͘͠c̶̡̛̺̩͇̩͙̦̙͇̱͕͔̤̺̎̈́̊͂̈́̑̽̚ͅs̶̨͉̬͔͕̺͓͒̾͝!

N̸͐͑͌͘��̨̧͖̟̲̯̼͇͙͕͔̠̼̲̭̈́͌͊̀̈͋́́͗̏̚͠o̶̡͉̝̥̺̫̟͕͕͒̈́̏͗̈́t̴̡̪͚̔͒͑̏͋͊̏̄̂͝͝ ̶̢̜͉̦͖̺̝̣̹̻̼͍͌͋̂̈͑͑̓̕a̸̢̧̗̥̺͈͉̞̪̭͔͓͍͒ ̶̢̺͔̮͉͍͕̫͖͗̍͋͛͐̈́͗̽̎̃͊̌̔̒͂̚͜͝g̴̢̡̘̦̠̳̩̫̬̝͓̥͚̙̥͙̉̿̄́o̵̭̟̞̱̞̯͂͒͑̈́̐̉̇̕͜d̸̨̮̭̲̹͕͍͈̯̠̖̣̺̎͗͛ͅ.̵̛͉̘̱̖̹̦͚̳̜͈̼͚̼͉̈́̔̏̽̿̒̌́͆͜͠͠.̷̰̬̗̻͇͑́͂̉̓̀̍̊̚̕͝͝.̶̡̡̲̗̝͚̼̝̳̤͇̯̗͎̟̅̍͊͋̀̍͂̎͆͛͂͘̕

̵̢̢͓͚̳͙̱̪͍̘͔̱̣̣̻̆́̓̄͗̃̊̉̀̊͝ ̶̞͎̭̰̞̦͕͈̺̭͕͇̝͉̯̩̑̐̽̃́̃̃̀̈̂̆̑͋̎̾̕Ṉ̶̢̢̹͉̼͍̜͍̜̹̳̫̣͓͉͗͌̊̿͆͆̓̀̌̈͘̚ơ̶̯̯̻̩̲͖͌̈́̏̄͑̾͠t̵̮́̑̈̑̐͒̐͝ ̷̧̭̭̈̅͌̀̾a̴̼̝̖̲͓͊̿̌̊̓̒̿͑̑̋̂̒͜͝ͅ ̸͉͓̰̗̼̪̹̤͊̔̃̂̈̈͆̄̃͒̌́̈́͝ͅͅh̷͔̻͈͍̤̭̀͜u̴̝̩̲͕̜̰̰̣̗̜̪̰̒̀̍̇̀̎̿̇̊͝͝͝͝ͅͅm̴̧̼̞͔͈͚͕̻̣̿͗̒̒́͊̽͆̈́̽̓̕̕̕͜͝͝��͔̬a̷̡̢̛̛͓͙̅̑̈́̿̍̇͗̇̿̀̈́̅̔̕͝ņ̵̢̪͔̞̝̞̼͔̭̒͊̌́̂̈́̔̓̚ͅ.̸̨̠̜̰͇̘̓̓́̈́̓͝.̷͈̖̱̙̘̮̋.̶͖̦̬̼̩̙̤̦̲̜̀̌̄̅͠͠

̸̧̰̃̂́͗̄̍̐̌͐̿͂͘͝͝͠ ̶̡̛̦̗̳̬̘͇̞̺̘̖͙̤̰̇̾͋̀̐́̈́̂͗́̓͋̌͘͜͝.̸̞͓͈͈͕̬̝́̂͋͑́͆̈́͆̌̚͝.̷̙̗̭̫̲̬̫́͛̂̄͘ͅ.̵̨̛̛̩͍͗̋͌̽̂͗̃̏͌̇W̴̡̗͓̖̗̮̮̘̣̠̹̥̪̠̮͌̔̄͋͗͛͋̐͜ͅĥ̵̛̪̟̮͈͈̭̜̈͊̀͘͘ͅͅa̴̧̨̧̛̜̙͚̩̼̳͕̣̒͗ẗ̴̫́̾͆͒̇̈́̈́̿͗͌̕͜͜͝ͅ ̴̨͇̖̳̱͔͆͋͑́̆̆̈́͑̏̐́̚͝͝͝å̷͇̂͌̉̀̄̿̂ŗ̴͍͈̖̙̯̮̟͓̯̻͊͂̂̈́̿̑͂͋e̶̢̢̘͉͓̝͉͈͑̎͑̀͊̒͊̈́̐̀̐̃̄̌̑͘ ̷͚͙͚͍̲̖̯̦̞̼͖̱̱͎̬̹́͜y̴̨̒̄̏̈̽̄́͌̀̒́͛͑̇̕̕ó̸̝̜̖̲̗̹̫̗̣̺̝̗͖̦̟͆̕ů̶͕͖͚̽̐͑̅̄͋̕͝.̴̡̡̣̯͚̩̫͈̹̜̞̰̫͈̩̖̓̒͌̽͜.̴̡̡̳̳͖̮̻̺̝̝͖̘̊.̷̗̦͈͉̼̑?̵̛̯̠͎̺̯͓̜̗̟̩͕̹̀̒͆̽͒́̾̊̒́

̷̩̣̮̠͊͑̊͒̔̏̕͘ ̵̨̨̛͇̲̟̘̹͍̜͎͍̻̑́͘̕.̸̝̜̺̳̬̼͚̺͍̩̠͇̰͎͒̅̋̇̈́̉͝.̷̧͎͉͎̲̑͋̈́̐̒͂̽̎̿.̵̢̧͔̪͓̭͕̮͓̜͎̪͓̹̑̇̋͑̂̓̀̋͌̇͆̒͊̋̀͝ͅ

̶̨̟̦̝̫̲̠̒͐͑̌͂͛̊͋́͊͜͝͝ ̶̥̙̝͎̤͈͈̰̞̠̄̈́̀̆͛́͐͒͑̑̾͛́͘͜W̸̛͈̻̻̙̮̬͚͇̦͎̫͔̼̘̙̄̈́̕ͅh̸̨͚̤̰̦͍̱̲̥̮̫̭̬̺̲̆̋̎̔̓͊̇͋̃̅ͅͅò̶͉̖̣̥̮̝ ̶̦̯͓̰̦̱̮̯̞̳͛̄͗̅͂̓͘a̴̞͈̫̖̞͗͗̿̈́͒̍̐̽̽̆̌̈́̏́́̚̕r̷̢̢̛̳̤̗̫͓̳̹͐̇͒̚͠ͅe̷̛͓̹̳̠̜̟͙͌̋̀̋̽̓̋̆́͊͒̎͜ ̶̨͕̭̩̦̦̰̘̦͚̗̘̥̾͋̇̓̎̉̏̓̿̾̌̏́͌̀͝ͅÿ̷̡̗̜͕̺̦́͋̅̒̌̂̎̊͒̄͑̈́͒͘͘̚ȍ̶͔͈͎̬͊̔̔̋̅̉͠͝ự̴̛̜͙͎̳͙̘͈͋̈͗̍͑́̎̄͗̕.̷̡̡̺͙̲̠͈̠̰͚̠͓͖̘̙̪̙̍̄̉̈́̑͋̏̄͘͠.̴̢̙̹̯̜͚̹̤̇̈͛̏̽̆̄̎̐̒̚͝.̶̧̝̗̱̪̹͕̞̽̿̎͂͘̚͝͝͝?̶̨̮̈̆͊͐̆̊͝ͅ

#oc #oc lore #zodiac #zodiacs #zodiac sign #zodiac signs #zodiac lore

[gutsncookies]

this was very ranty and i doubt anyone is going to read this but i still want to get my point across to anybody who reads this. my point is that brig, ana, mercy, sombra, tracer, sym, pharah, mei, jq, winston, rein, dva and probably a few more that i'm forgetting rn require you to learn a new character. if you main sym and decide to learn sombra you will need to learn a completely new character, obv game sense follows over so it's not completely new. but if you main soldier (fuck you) you can move to a bunch of heroes (ashe, bastion, cass, reaper, hanzo, widow) and already be pretty good at them, i don't like that. to me that's not a balanced game and it's not a fun way to play the game either.

second rant for today, this time about supports and meta in general instead of just doomfist:

illari is not designed good in any way, she has the potential to out dmg most dmg classes while also being easier to play than quite a lot of those other heroes. i've heard a lot of people talk about illari and say that if a character requires skill then a skilled player should be able to carry the game and i agree BUT illari does in no way require a lot of skill. just click heads. quite literally just click heads. it's not that difficult.

if this game was actually skill based then heroes like sym, sojourn, pharah (without mercy), genji, echo, mei and heroes that actually take either a lot of game sense and/or mechanical skill would be dominating the meta. but no that's not how this game works. people don't play the heroes that can gain the most value for their team, they play the heroes that can gain a lot of value EASILY. that's why illari, bastion, torb, orisa etc. are being played a lot. they're easy as shit to get value out of.

now of course this isn't the case for high level play like owl, contenders or even top 500. you need skill to play any hero at that level obviously. at that level of play every game is going to be skill based even when there are metas there too, BUT what i'd love to see is a game where the game is actually skill based for the majority of the player base instead of just the 1%. no i'm not asking for every team to be running the same comp, what i want is actually interesting and intricate hero design for EVERY HERO. like tracer, like sombra, like pharah, like junker queen. even mei, she's cool as fuck. her walls have so much potential, her secondary fire is harder to hit than most thing in the game (looking at u hanzo with ur log sized arrows that one shot and travel insanely fast)

going back to support. i don't think heroes like ana, brig and mercy need changes at all. mercy is not op in any way but they still nerf her movement over and over again for some unknown reason. ana has two incredibly valuable abilities yes but those abilities aren't exactly easy to use either. when 4 people on your team get anti-naded that's not because nade is op that's because that ana has spent time learning their hero. brig too, she's not easy to play in any way. imo the only "free value" in her kit is rally, but it's an ult and most ults in the game are very easy value.

#overwatch #ow #ow2 #overwatch 2 #overwatch mercy #overwatch support #overwatch season 6

[ourimpavidheroine]

is there a reason why comments are moderated on your fic? it's ok i was just wondering.

Ah. Well, very long story short, I had an extremely devoted troll who spent about three years of their life off and on harassing me through my Asks here as well as in the comments section of my fic on AO3 and I had to put some protections in place.

That being said! My feeling on it is that my blog and my fic are places for me to express myself. They are not soundboards for anyone else to spew hatred or ignorance across. I am under no obligation to provide people that service, and therefore I do not.

I have gotten a fair amount of shitty, mean and defamatory Asks over the years, and at first I published them and rebutted them but then I realized, why the fuck am I doing that? Why am I turning my blog into someone else's free shitting ground? I don't need to do that. They can post on their own blog if they want somewhere to shit out their opinions. After all, Tumblr allows me to close down Asks entirely or limit them to non-anon or just delete the ones I don't like when they come in. I am the person who controls what is on my blog, not some stranger who has a really extended (and some might say slightly alarming, mental health-wise) beef with me because I didn't agree with their fan interpretation of Lin Beifong. You know? Not that all of my shitty Asks are down to that one troll - I get others, and that includes spam/scams or anon people trying to convince me that so-and-so that I have reblogged is a terrible person for vague and personal reasons* and even my favorites, the ones where people take me to task for something I've posted, saying how disappointed they are that I believe that kind of thing and that they are no longer going to follow me when a)it's pretty obvious by what they've said that they don't actually follow me and b)my follower count stays the same.

My comments on AO3 are the same. AO3 grants writers the power to shut down comments entirely, or moderate them before posting, or limit them to people who are logged into their AO3 account. I don't need to include negative comments, whether they are derogatory or not. Some have been very derogatory, especially when it comes to the sexuality and/or gender of characters. I'm not allowing that shit on my fic. You don't get to use my fic in order to promote your homophobic and TERF bullshit, the end. Nor am I giving you free rein to tell me why my fic is wrong. Don't like it? Don't read it, I'm not changing it for anybody, but especially not for some anon telling me I should. I've had a whole range of comments, from people telling me they aren't reading any longer because of Qi (ah, nothing says passive-aggressive like leaving a pissy little comment telling me my writing was good until I introduced a character and/or plot line you did not personally like, like this was a story you paid me a commission for to write a particular way) to people telling me I am a you-know-what for writing a scene depicting a 21 year old post-canon Ikki having sex because she was a child in the canon show. (Newsflash! Every adult having sex was also an 11 year old in the past! Including your own parents!) Nah. I'm not keeping that stuff. Not for me, and not for anyone else reading it.

So rest assured, if you are civil and considerate in your comments on my fic, I will gladly post them. There was a time there when due to my health issues I wasn't answering every single comment, but I do try to do that now because I feel it's a nice thing to do and because I enjoy engaging with my readers. (Not because I feel obligated. I've already written the fic, which took a lot more time and effort than writing a comment, so I feel we're more than even on that.) And if you don't leave a comment, that's okay too! It's not everybody's thing. (But a kudos would be very much appreciated. Even if you bookmark it.)

*To be clear, I am not talking about someone who says yikes that was a TERF you reblogged from check their blog and I am like NOOOOOO DELETE DELETE but rather someone who is like this person is terrible because I say so but I can't tell you why but just trust me even though I am Anon and won't tell you what is going on, which has happened to me a surprising amount of times actually.

[delusion-of-negation]

thanks to your post i discovered that nightmare disorder is a thing and i can now give my experiences a name (yay!), i thought i was the only one haunted by visions and demons.

yee, chronic nightmare disorder is a bitch, it can be co-morbid with ptsd but also a thing on its own or with other disorders, and it's the bane of my existence. the universe said "fuck your entire waking life", and chronic nightmare disorder said "and ye shall know no peace". I've had it my entire life - some of my earliest memories are nightmares, not my very earliest memory but I've been having them for as long as I remember and my family also remember me having them my whole life. I met a kid on the bus recently who told me he also doesn't sleep because his dreams always are horrible. it's a lot more common (and a lot more serious) than people think. it always pisses me off when shows want to make a character's nightmare sound serious so they call it a night terror, because nightmares are "just what kids get" and thus aren't serious (spoiler alert but they're serious for kids too, and night terrors are serious too), but nightmares and night terrors are different things - in a night terror you scream and flail and thrash about and stuff, but you wake up with no memory of doing so or of what you were thinking/dreaming at all, or very occasionally almost no memory of it (contrary to the misunderstandings of the writers of a particular show, that doesn't mean "some people always remember them clearly", because if you remember them consistently then you're having nightmares and just happen to also move in your sleep, what it means is anybody might occasionally have an individual night terror that they remember a teeny snippet of, the reason for this difference is that they happen in different sleep phases where memory is stored differently iirc), while nightmares are much less likely to result in as much movement while you're asleep, a little if you're prone to that otherwise, but nightmares are usually very vivid and you usually remember a lot more of them and clearly, in fact relatively often people struggle to "come back to reality" for a while (hence things like spending periods of time paranoid you're still asleep, or the time a family member of mine who also has it spent a while convinced their spouse had eaten our pet, because it happened in their nightmare). so when shows depict what is very clearly a nightmare, then call it a night terror to make it sound Grown Up and Serious, it bugs the hell out of me on every level, especially when they outright demean nightmares explicitly as "just scared kids" or whatever - it's wrong, it hurts kids struggling with this, it leads to adults with it not using the right language with doctors and/or shaming themselves and/or not even knowing it's A Thing, etc. so I am glad to have helped you find a name for the Visions and Demons, and I'm sorry to rant about the dumb people who don't have this issue and think it's silly childish shit and that we should just Grow Up and realise It's Just A Dream (gee whiz I wonder why the "vivid horrifying dreams, filled with agony, preying on your weaknesses" disorder makes "just a dream" not as comforting as it is to someone with "normal" dreams), so much so that they'll also misinform people on this and an equally serious disorder. then again, at least nightmares didn't become a meme like sleep paralysis, every time I'm lying awake frozen solid with my teeth crumbling painfully to bits in my mouth I'm like "damn sure is great that people know how serious and painful this condition is". sorry. I haven't taken my meds properly and I'm angry about everything. I'm as haunted by people not understanding that actually going through hell almost every time you fall asleep has Psychological Downsides, as I am by going through hell when I fall asleep, so us fucked up bitches gotta stick together and support each other, okay? your brain is a fucky bastard who is mean to you in ways you don't deserve, and anybody who acts like you're a pussy for being freaked out by the meat sack that knows all your weaknesses creating a torture universe for you can catch these hands. I'd fight the meat sack but that would hurt you so I can't.

#obviously nothing is totally black and white I can't diagnose you everyone's different yadda yadda #but most shows that depict what they call night terrors actually depict nightmares and it is ridiculous #and so many people are like wow I didn't know there was a name because I thought I was just being dumb #and that makes me really annoyed because it's easy to see why people feel so undermined regarding this