#and i have not been able to go cold turkey yet

[whitherwanderer]

30 // amity

Breath slow. Eyes open. Hands steady, for once. It was nice not to feel how much of her strength she’d lost and still be able to aim straight.

When was the last time she did this? When was the last time she did this and felt something good?

She squared her posture, pulled her arm back tight, and stared down the first bottle she’d perched on a rock. She took her time. She felt through herself, the wind, the savory calm. And when she was ready, it wasn't a matter of letting go in the way she was used to. Instead, she gripped tight. She squeezed the trigger.

Her arms jerked, but she held herself steady. It wasn’t as loud as she remembered, though the shot rang through the desert and scared the nearby birds into flight or silence. And her target? Sif’s heart nearly burst into flames in her chest when all she could see of it were glittering shards of brown glass littering the dirt. But she pulled a deep breath. Then another. Measured. Composed. For a beat.

Her boot came down hard into the gravel and her arms went up in the air, barking a laugh at herself as she pulled the weapon—this hard-won trophy, a symbol that she wasn’t a failure but merely changed—close to her chest to feel the heat off of it. “Gods, damn it. Finally,” she sighed, an irrepressible smile on her lips.

If only she had more than a precious few bullets, she might have fired off another round or two, become more familiar with the weapon, built her confidence and learned her limits. But this? This small, long-sought victory was enough for now. Enough to assure her that she could still be good for something. That he alone wouldn't have to bear the responsibility of protecting them both.

Spinner would have Her way of turning her fortunes tomorrow, Sif wagered, but today? Today was hers.

She settled down in the shade of the ironwood under which they’d made camp and set the weapon aside in favor of a flask, lifting it to the heavens in thanks before bringing it to her lips. As a bitter taste flooded her tongue, she was given pause, then huffed to herself.

A battle-in-progress that she was fighting on a quieter front. Tea.

#ffxivwrite2023 #[ the longest road ] #[ drabbles; sif ] #holy shit i did it #five years and i have finally been able to complete all 30 days #idk what the difference was this year but i'll take it #thank you moen for running this!! #and for those curious #sif is not going cold turkey #(she'd probably get too sick of she did) #but she is TRYING not to drink as much #some days are better than others #she's going to have relapses and make bad decisions along the way #but she's trying #besides if she went cold turkey i'd have to stop calling her 'sauced songstress' #that is a crisis of identity i do not want to confront yet #anyway thank you for following along if you have been #it means a lot ;u;

[genshin-obsessed]

Abandon | Tighnari x Reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 Beware! This is angst with no comfort! Otherwise, please enjoy~

𓆩⟡𓆪 I made this a bit shorter than it was intended but I didn’t want to make it too long and I felt like the ending was better this way.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Word count: 1367

"Ah... sorry. I'm just not in a place where I'm looking for a relationship. Thank you for your feelings; thank you for loving me. But, I can't return that love... not yet anyway."

Those were the words Tighnari had for you when you first confessed to him almost two years ago. Of course it broke your heart, but it was probably the nicest let down you could think of. You were upset, of course, but who were you to question his feelings? Tighnari was always busy with work and his studies to be in a relationship.

Relationships never seemed like they were for him, but his words had given you some inkling of hope that fueled your own feelings. The longer you spent around Tighnari, the more you felt your love for him grow. It truly felt endless. You never felt as if Tighnari took you for granted, he was just as any good friend would be. He supported you, was kind to you, encouraged you, and never judged you. Yet, there was always a feeling of emptiness that invaded your chest when you were around him.

Discontent.

No matter what, you were never satisfied with Tighnari's kindness towards you. It was never something you ever mentioned or acted upon, but you always felt like it wasn't enough. Unsurprisingly, you wanted more. You were in love with him and the gentle shoulder pats always left you wanting more.

That's when you realized your feelings had gotten out of hand. At first, being around Tighnari was enough. Just being able to see him, hear his voice, and helping to contribute to his work was enough. You weren't sure when it stopped, but now you needed to do something about it.

So, over the course of a month, you slowly began to get busier with your work. Twice a week, you would spend time with Tighnari, Cyno, Kaveh, and Alhaitham, usually playing Genius Invocation TCG. But you stopped attending due to taking on more work. Unfortunately, this led to some adverse health effects, but that was expected.

Consequently, you were called out by all four of your friends, especially Tighnari, who demanded you take some time off to take care of yourself. You felt guilty, avoiding your close friends the way you did. One thing you knew you couldn’t do was go cold turkey on Tighnari. It was a thought you just couldn’t handle so that’s why you were taking it slowly.

See, this is where things fell apart. It was a weekend and you had a day off. You went out with a friend and as you were heading home, you happened to run into the group and Cyno invited you to play Genius Invocation TCG.

“Sorry, I’ve been here a while and I’m tired.” You lied, giving them a halfhearted wave.

“Oh come on, (y/n).” Kaveh said with a frown as he placed his cards face down. “It’s been a while since you spent time with us. It’ll be fun! Hey! You can pester Tighnari about his new girlfriend.”

“Kaveh!” Tighnari hissed at his words but his friend had already spoken. Your entire body went rigid at Kaveh’s words and for a moment, everything fell silent. Your heart sank, the pit of anxiety grew within you, and the emotions slowly began to bubble.

Tighnari’s eyes slowly shifted to you, seeing that heartbroken look in your eyes. He wasn’t ready to see that. To see just how much the idea would hurt you. The remorse he fell made him realize he wasn’t as innocent as he pretended to be.

There was a very awkward silence that fell upon the group as everyone looked between you and Tighnari. The forest ranger looked guilty and you looked hurt. Even Alhaitham started to feel a little bad when he saw your face. Yet, you forced a smile, blinked back the tears, and looked at Kaveh which made the architect flinch a little.

“Sorry, I don’t have time for gossip. I’ve got an early day tomorrow but have fun on my behalf. And Tighnari, congrats on the new relationship. Didn’t know you had it in you.” There was a way you spoke that added to the guilt Tighnari felt. He knew you didn't mean that as a compliment.

With a wave, you turned and left, making all eyes land on Tighnari. The awkward silence continued for a moment before Alhaitham finally broke it.

“What the hell was that?” As usual, he was straightforward, needing answers to why you reacted the way you did.

“N-nothing. I’m sure they’re fine.” Tighnari lied as he looked at his cards. Yet, even though his eyes scanned the faces of the cards, he wasn’t thinking about the game or any strategy. He was worried about you because he knew the hope he gave you had just come crashing down. Yet, he didn’t move. The uncomfortable atmosphere remained around the four, but Tighnari remained where he was seated. ⎯⎯ ୨ A Little Later ୧ ⎯⎯

Your walk home was dreadful. Some pathetic part of you wished Tighnari would chase after you but he never did. Your entire walk home was filled with sniffling as you tried to bury the sadness down, which ultimately failed. Yet almost every moment was just waiting for him to catch up and apologize or even explain what was going on.

The words just kept repeating over and over in your head. Tighnari was in a relationship? He never told you any such thing. You weren’t even aware he had been looking. A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you approached the hill that led up to your home. You were so desperate, weren’t you? Hell, maybe he was going to tell you but you stopped hanging around him a few weeks ago.

You fooled yourself into acting as if you were completely unaware. You wanted Tighnari to love you back but acted as if it fine that he didn’t. Even after he rejected you, you hoped he would just one day come to you and declare he changed his mind. You dreamt of that day so many times, yet out of all the scenarios you made up, this wasn’t one of them.

You saw the look in his eyes. He knew how you felt and there was some inkling of guilt within his gaze. Yet, knowing that he might have felt some form of realization brought you no solace. You didn’t care if he was understood- not right now anyway. Knowing him, he probably wasn't even sorry.

Who was this girl he was dating? Did she work with him? Work with one of the others? Did you know her?

So many questions filled your mind that would remain unanswered for the foreseeable future. Your hand rubbed your wet cheek as you pushed your door open and closed it behind you. Your other hand mindlessly slid against the door and finding the lock, and turning it.

Your home felt… dreary. There was that silence that made the loneliness settle within you. Dropping your bag at your feet, you just walked inside and laid down on your couch. Your eyes stare at the ceiling and you were acutely aware when your vision began to blur with tears.

Soft sobs escaped your lips no matter how hard you tried to choke them down. You were angry. Angry at yourself for feeling this way, angry at Tighnari for giving you hope the day you confessed, angry at that girl who had him or whatever. No matter what you did, the tears just wouldn't stop. So, you just let go- you let those emotions flow out of you instead of holding them back.

You officially had to move on. Tighnari really didn’t feel the same way and you needed to let go of these stupid feelings. He wasn’t obligated to love you and you weren’t obligated to be friends with him. Especially since it was so painful. But that dull ache returned and you looked around your living space for any form of comfort. Yet, there was none. You were all alone.

There was a lingering thought in your head which kept reminding you every few moments that… Tighnari never came after you.

#tighnari x reader #genshin tighnari #tighnari angst #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #angst #genshin angst #gender neutral reader #🖊─ pocky’s writings #angst no comfort

[lesbianabril]

My S6 BTVS rewrite

I know this season has a lot of haters but I actually love season 6, I don't mind the depressing parts (meaning: most of the season) because I think it all makes sense for where the characters are at, and I think that after fighting a literal God having a season where the villain is Life really works storytelling-wise.

Having said that, though, I think that a lot of things could have been handled better and since all I have are correct opinions I'm gonna tell you what those are.

1. Willow's magic addiction

Basically I think they went too far when the magic became drugs in the most basic sense, when they start acting like she's "taking a hit" every time she uses it.

I think all of the important plot points could have been kept while making willow's addiction to magic about her need to be in control of everything (and everyone). Up to Tabula Rasa I wouldn't change anything, her use of magic is wrong because she starts using it to bend the world at her will, empowered by having successfully brought Buffy back to life.

After Tara leaves her she starts using even more magic while being reckless with it, she injures Dawn and she commits to stop using it because she realizes it wasn't healthy for her or for the people she loves.

I would eliminate Rack and his stupid crack house hide out, and everything that has to do with the physical withdrawal of going "cold turkey".

I think this also makes Willow responsible for her actions, while making magic = literal heroin absolves her of the blame, in the end. The fallout of having to deal with her dependence of it would also be way more compelling.

2. Spike's attempted r4pe

I would keep their toxic relationship and everything that led up to that god-awful bathroom scene, my only change is that I would make it so Spike is trying to turn her instead.

Hear me out. It would make a lot of narrative sense because all through the season he's trying to convince her she's a dark being just like him, he wants them to be equals because he doesn't think himself worthy of her so he's trying to lower her to his level. So, after Buffy rejects him again he's not thinking clearly and, in his desperation, tries the only thing he swore himself he wouldn't do since he loves Buffy because of her goodness.

After it happens, Buffy feels betrayed, Spike leaves and decides to try to get to her level, to truly change himself instead of trying to change her.

This is a minor thing too but in this rewrite after Spike leaves we don't know where he went and we don't see him again until the start of s7 when he already has his soul. I know this couldn't be done because of James Marsters' contract but in my dream s6 we don't know what happened to him so when we see him again everything about his sudden disappearence and current mental state is a mystery and we find out along with Buffy.

3. Xander dies instead of Tara

Ok maybe this one is based on my dislike of Xander and my love of Tara but I think this would work really well:

Willow and Tara haven't gotten together yet, Willow is working on her more controlling tendencies and they're just friends right now. When Warren shows up Buffy is in the garden with Dawn and Xander went up to Willow's room to talk to her, so both Buffy and Xander get shot, Dawn takes Buffy to the hospital and dark Willow is born after she's not able to revive Xander.

After that things are mostly the same, only this time we get a grieving Buffy trying to deal with the sudden loss of both of her best friends. She's devastated and a part of her says that yes, Warren deserves to die.

After everything happens and Willow is close to destroying the world, Tara is the one who shows up, she appeals to Willow's humanity and, through her love and compassion, saves the world.

#i think about this a lot #so here you go #tell me what you would have changed if u want i love buffy talk #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #btvs meta #spuffy #tillow #buffy #buffy s6 #btvs s6 #spike #mine

[sserpente]

A/N: This popped into my head earlier, I had to write it before Christmas is over for this year! Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 1348 Warnings: fluff

“Okay but what if the villain turned out to be the alleged ally? You know, that siren they met that showed them the way? If you want a plot twist, that’s gonna blow their minds.”

Making friends used to be so much easier back when you were still in kindergarten. You’d look at each other, share a toy and play pretend without even knowing each other’s names. Today, things were more complicated, especially when you moved to Hawkins, not knowing anyone.

A small town such as this was generally suspicious of new people, even at your new job which was the reason you had moved here in the first place. Everyone had been suspicious—everyone except for Eddie Munson who had practically welcomed you with open arms.

Now here you were, working on his new campaign with him on his bed, cuddling with one of his pillows and watching him frantically scribble down ideas for it. One of his mixtapes was playing in the background, introducing you to a bunch of bands you had never heard of before. Sure, you knew Metallica but you’d never exactly listened to them until you met that goofy metal head.

“You know what, sweetheart, that’s a brilliant idea.” Eddie grinned, tossing the dice he’d been fidgeting with to the side to write it down. It was then the both of you were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Wayne stuck his head through the gap in the door. He gave you a quick nod when he spotted you.

“Uncle Wayne, old man, aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Eddie asked, beaming at him.

“Change of plans. Have you got a moment, boy?”

“Oh, that sounds like my cue. I should get going anyways, it’s getting late. There’s still lots to prepare for Christmas dinner tomorrow.”

You pressed a kiss to Eddie’s cheek before you slid off his bed and patted Wayne on the shoulder on your way out.

“Okay, I’ll see you after Christmas then?”

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss that campaign for anything!”

“I’ll see you around, kid. I keep forgetting you live on your own. Take a leaf out of her book, Eddie.”

You grabbed your jacket, chuckling when Eddie rolled his eyes. When you leaned down to put your shoes on, Wayne’s voice got quieter.

“So what’s up?”

“I’m sorry, boy, I have bad news. It… looks like I won’t be able to afford Christmas dinner this year. We’ll have to manage without a turkey. Those stupid birds cost a fortune these days…”

You swallowed, pretending you didn’t hear them as you tightened your shoelaces.

“We’ll just… have a frozen pizza meal, Wayne, it’s alright.” It wasn’t alright, you could hear the sadness and disappointment in his voice. Eddie had told you his Christmasses as a child had never been the jolliest, it pained you all the more to hear him pretend like he wasn’t bothered by the tragic circumstances.

“You sure, boy?” Your eyes travelled to the small Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. It was barely as high as the dinner table and decorated with those cheap plastic baubles they sold at the local supermarket. Given that Eddie and Wayne lived in the trailer park, the fact they weren’t all too wealthy didn’t surprise you. But this? Christmas was only once a year, if Wayne couldn’t even afford that, things must have been incredibly tough for them right now.

“It’s a really cold winter. The heating costs are a lot higher than usual, that ate up the budget for Christmas. I’m really sorry, Eddie. We’ll still have a great night, I hope.”

“Sure we will, Wayne.”

With a silent sigh, you tore your gaze away from the sad Christmas tree and sneaked out of the house, deciding there and then you wouldn’t let Eddie and his uncle spend Christmas with frozen pizza and without presents.

-

The thing was, you were initially going to spend Christmas Eve alone anyway. You didn’t exactly know a lot of people yet except for Eddie anyway and travelling back home to your family was too pricy even for you but at least, you would treat yourself to a few new books and most importantly, Christmas dinner. So now, instead of preparing everything at home, you packed up all the ingredients and sides and wrapped yourself up to visit the Munsons.

You had even gone out to buy some last minute presents for the two of them. Needless to say, when you knocked on the door on the night of Christmas Eve, feeling like the main character in a Christmas movie, Wayne was more than surprised when he opened the door.

“Hey, Mr. Munson. Sorry to disturb you on Christmas Eve without any forewarning, um… may I come in?”

“Of course, kid. Come in before you freeze on the porch.”

He opened the door wider for you to step in, revealing Eddie sitting at the kitchen table with his copy of The Hobbit. His brown eyes lit up when he recognised you under the warm scarf and the hat, calling out your name.

“Hey, Eds.” You grinned, putting the bags you had brought on the kitchen table. “Merry Christmas to you both. I, um… okay, look, this is going to be weird but the other day I, uh… I overheard you saying that your budget was too tight for a proper Christmas dinner this year and… I truly didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I was going to spend the evening alone and… well, long story short, I brought my turkey here and I thought we could have Christmas dinner together?” You gasped for air, hoping Eddie’s uncle wouldn’t be too mad you had heard about his financial struggles. Instead, he blinked at you, unwilling to believe what had just come out of your mouth and Eddie… Eddie wrapped his arms around you and kept kissing your face until you turned into a giggling mess.

“You’re amazing!”

“That’s… I don’t know what to say, kid. Thank you.”

Eddie lifted you off your feet in the meantime, turning you both around until you started feeling dizzy. “Shit, I’m officially in love with you!” You paused, realising what he had just said. Eddie appeared equally surprised about his own words. He put you down again and for just a brief moment, you looked at each other. You cleared your throat. You’d speak about this after Christmas dinner, without Wayne in the room—even if your heartbeat sped up by two-hundred percent.

“I, um… I brought presents, too.”

Ever since the new Metallica album had come out, Eddie was raving about the special edition vinyl including instrumental versions and even a new version of an older song. The local record store had had exactly one left when you got there and for Wayne, you had bought a new toolbox because his old one was falling apart and you remembered him saying he loved building and fixing things around the house. You’d wrapped them neatly, with both their eyes widening when you pulled them out of your bag and placed them under the small Christmas tree.

“Wayne, would you take care of the turkey? Eddie and I will prepare the sides. I brought potatoes and some fresh vegetables, and I made some sauces at home to go with the meat.”

“Sounds great, kid, thank you.” Wayne got to work immediately, accepting the turkey you handed him to move to the kitchen. Eddie nudged you with his hips, pushing you forward a little. You chuckled, handing him the potatoes. He looked at them as if they’d bite him if he touched them too much.

“Let’s go, Eddie The Banished. We’re all hungry.”

“Have I mentioned you’re amazing?”

“Uh-huh. And you can tell me some more while we’re chopping up the vegetables.” The kiss he pressed to your cheek in response felt different—more affectionate and intimate than your usual hellos and goodbyes. You bit your lower lip, heating up from the inside out. Merry Christmas indeed. You should have brought some mistletoe as well.

-

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this story!

By the waaaay... I finally released my first novel! :o You can find all info about it in the Linktree in my bio! <3

Merry Christmas, everyone!

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things eddie #stranger things eddie imagine #joseph quinn

[kathaynesart]

What advice would you give to someone who really wants to get into writing/drawing comics, but doesn't know how or where to start? What would you recommend? Even if/ especially if they already have a decent history in writing and drawing

SHORT ANSWER: Don’t do what I’m doing with Replica haha! I’m breaking all my own rules with this comic but maybe we can use it as a good example of what not to do in my rant below…

LONG ANSWER: (below the cut)

Hoo boy… there are so many avenues this question could take. I assume you don’t necessarily mean entering the comic industry as a professional (there are far more experienced people you can ask about that). But simply drawing your own comics? I'll try my best to break down some of the basics I've picked up over the years. Note these are just my opinion and there is always room for other methods...

1. ASK YOURSELF WHAT KIND OF COMIC AM I DOING?

The first thing to consider is what is your intention with this comic? Do you want to tell a story centered around a preexisting fandom or tell a completely new story you came up with? What genre do you want to focus on? I'd recommend finding something that really sparks your interest, because you're going to be working on it for far longer than a regular art piece. Plus if you like it, someone else is bound to like it as well!

2. ASK YOURSELF DOES IT NEED TO BE A COMIC?

This may sound silly... but often times I find people fail to take into consideration whether or not the story they are telling works best with the medium they are considering. Had I done Replica as a fan fiction, I would be much farther along with it... but with comics there comes a wide range of subtle visual cues, parallels, and symbolism I can use that I wouldn't be able to show through writing. The written word also has many strengths that comics lack... it just comes down to what you want to be able to show in your story.

3. KEEP IT SHORT AND SIMPLE

If this is your first time doing a comic, I recommend not overextending yourself with some grand epic that is going to take you forever (like Replica haha.)

Example: Years ago a close friend and I did a webcomic called Perpetual Flux that we were unable to finish. It went for about 2-3 years, was over 110 pages long, and yet we had only managed to get about 3 chapters into what would have probably been a +30 chapter story. We came up with this huge epic we wanted to tell and while it was a story we still wanted to finish, it just became impossible to continue as our lives and availability changed.

So start small! And take that experience you gain into bigger, future projects. Obviously I have not learned my lesson with Replica, but at least with this project it's something I can do on my own time and is supported by a wonderful community who keep me inspired. Speaking of which...

4. FINDING AN AUDIENCE

If it’s a story based off something with an existing fandom then half the work is already done! You just need to start interacting more with people in that fandom, and I mean really interacting. Talk to other artists, join Zines, leave comments, and share other people’s work. It can foster a community and help you be a part of the fandom so that people will be interested in what you have to share.

If it’s a new story you’re going to have to create your own community. Nowadays it’s easier than ever to get your work out there, but the competition for eyes is much steeper. What I find that works is rather than starting the comic cold turkey, draw out some highlights from your future story. Moments that have yet to unfold that might wet a random viewer's appetite for more. Kind of like… a trailer for what’s to come. Keep dropping those little crumbs of interest as you prep your comic to garner some interest and that way when you do start you may already have some followers who might share your work around!

5. CONSISTENCY IS KEY

Get into the habit of drawing and writing regularly. I know it can be a hassle and the last thing you want to do is make it a chore, but like exercising I find that the more I do it, the easier it is and the better I feel about it. Nowadays I feel weird if I'm not at least writing some script or drawing a few sketches towards my comic/projects every day.

Also, if you can make sure to update fairly regularly (something I also fail at with Replica haha, but at least I try to post little things here and there when time allows). It's important to let your followers know that you are still there and you care! It also helps keep you at the front of their minds. My fellow Apocalypse AU creators Cass and Tapakah0 are GREAT at this as they post a ton! It helps garner a strong community and a lot of continuous excitement! I wish I had that same energy and time but you'll have to make do with my old-lady pace of things, bless you all haha.

6. GRAPHIC DESIGN

Obviously as a writer and artist you're used to doing both... but with comics there's another aspect that can come into play. Graphic design! Whether it's your title, your font choices, the word bubbles, or the way you break down the panels, these area all things you should take into consideration. For example, every webcomic has panels, but they can vary tremendously in style. Because of Tumblr and the nature of the scroll method I chose to forgo the typical "comic book style" for more of a... loose storyboard feel where I care more about the angle of the shot within each panel rather than how these separated images link up to one another. Where as with Perpetual Flux, it was laid out on actual comic pages so we had to take serious consideration into how they fit together within each page. IngunnSara is also a great example of this more traditional method of paneling and it's gorgeous and difficult and they have my utmost respect for pulling it off with Hamato Wanderers! So I recommend looking to some of your own favorite comics and see what jives with you.

7. FIND A STYLE THAT WORKS FOR YOU

Also failed this with Replica haha, but to be fair I went right into it with the intent on learning the style as I went. But I recommend having some grasp on the style you want to use and whether or not it's a viable to be drawing over and over again for your comic (for example, if you make it too detailed it will take you far longer to draw!)

8. FORGET ABOUT PERFECTION

Perfection is a lie. There is no place for it in art, especially if you're just doing this for your own pleasure. Don't strive for it. Don't worry about it. Don't compare yourself. Just keep doing what you're doing and keep learning from it. You'll get much farther!

Ok... hopefully that helps a bit. I'm sure there's plenty more to talk about but I feel like I've talked enough for now. Thanks for listening to my TED Talk and lemmed know if you manage to get your comic off the ground :)

#Also uh... if you used to be a PFlux fan... so sorry about that... maybe someday we'll continue it but that won't be any time soon #And if you're curious and want to search for PFlux... don't lol #please #we were young and stupid #and the site doesn't exist anymore #I think it's still on Tapastic or something but you will find yourself with a very unsatisfying ending #q&a #replica #kind of #mostly just ragging on myself #learn from my mistakes kids

[lotusparadisaea]

I keep thinking about how Only Friends would've benefited from a longer run-time and how some specific things of the show could've been handled a lot better if that were the case so I'm writing them down to have them all out there.

Giving Top a personality.

I think one of my many grievances with the show (despite the fact that I like it a lot) it’s the fact that unlike other characters, Top doesn’t seem to have much development outside of his relationship with Mew. We get to learn a little about all these characters episode from episode, yet all we know about Top are throwaway things that are almost never mentioned again or instantly resolved, or don’t carry throughout the show.

For example, his drug use. We learn about his drug use and apparently, it’s immediately resolved once Mew offers to sleep with him to make him stop. He can, it seems, stop cold turkey. Although he seems to be a very “sentimental” user (he talks about being high when he’s alone or to have fun). This is never brought up again, not even when Mew starts using. Which I found weird? I thought maybe he would get back to it after he ended his relationship with Mew, or at least have a harder time deciding not to take it, yet his drug use was mentioned once, resolved instantly, never brought up again.

Then, the sleeping pills and his trauma, we get to learn why he uses him, his trauma around sleeping alone, yet we never really see him struggling with that, in that same scene Mew agrees to sleep with him, and then we see him deciding not to take them, calling Boeing instead. Yet. We never really see him struggle with not being able to sleep otherwise. He has PTSD about a traumatic event on his childhood and I think he, as a character, would’ve benefited from a scene where, after breaking up with Mew, and before calling Boeing, he tries to sleep alone and isn’t able to, maybe showing his discomfort, an anxiety episode or something similar. The worst thing is this scene exists, where he decides to take someone else home after he sees Mew and Ray but fails, he can’t have sex with them, he CRIES and has to tell them to go away, and YET THE SCENE WAS DELETED.

Just learn more things about him in general. We know Nick’s dreams of animation and Boston’s photography, we know Sand wants to travel the world and go to music festivals, damn, we even know Cheum’s girlfriend, April, who only shows up for like three episodes is going to film school and makes confusing indie short films, yet we don’t seem to know much about Top’s aspirations, dreams, likes and dislikes, other than the fact that he used to sleep around and now he’s in love with Mew.

Boeing showing up sooner.

Had Only Friends been a longer show not being cut short by the typical run-time of your average GMMTV BL, and it had, let’s say, 18 episodes (like other gmmtv shows such as PSIHY), Boeing’s appearance in the last stretch of the show could’ve been less rushed. He could’ve showed around episode 12 and still make chaos and ruin relationships for six episodes, instead of three episodes where we barely get to learn anything about him other than he deeply dislikes Top for having dumped him. Like, why is he trying to get on with everybody? What are his motivations? Does he just like the drama? Does he have an actual plan? Like I could say: Boeing deeply regrets leaving Sand for Top, he realizes he made a mistake as soon as Top dumps him, and since then he plans to get Sand back and ruin Top’s life. That could be a motive. But we don’t know much about him, not really.

And also, sooner as in: we should’ve had flashbacks of his and Sand and Top’s relationships. I know that would’ve ruined the reveal of the actor, but I think there are clever ways to show flashbacks of a relationship without showing the actor’s face if the reveal was so important. Right now, we see Sand being awkward around Boeing but never straight up saying no, why is he so hesitant? The whole show we’ve seen him being in love with Ray, what was his relationship with Boeing like? Why did it make him hate Top so much to enact a revenge plan on him, even knowing he could hurt the person he currently likes? Were things really that insane? We know they had plans together but that’s because we were told this episode, it would’ve been so much better if the change we see Sand have in Boeing’s presence had much more context.

Exploring more the different relationship and dynamics

Okay, I think the show does a great job at this but there are things that seem so out there, that aren’t really developed or that could’ve use deeper approaches.

The group friend: why are they even friends? Did they met in university and found out they were all queer and banded together? Why, if both Cheum and Mew find Boston’s sexual life so awful they stick around him? Why did Cheum act like Ray was the only one at fault in the whole raymew debacle when they’ve always known he has substance abuse problems and he’s in love with Mew? Why does she says Ray never cares about them and yet the first scene of the show it’s them poking fun at Ray for always telling them he loves them while he’s drunk and he’s drunk all the time? The whole friend group should’ve had a deeper approach, imho.

Ray and Mew: okay, so Ray is in love with Mew. Mew knows this. We know Mew stopped Ray from committing suicide and that deepen their vow. We know Mew chose to be with Ray because he wanted to hurt Top. We know Ray couldn’t say no to Mew, even though by that point he already liked Sand. Yet we barely have any scenes of them together. We hear from their friends that their relationship was a mess, as short as it was, but we only really get one episode showing it. The next episode they broke up and are really mature about it, which? Okay, fair, but what was really their relationship like? We had glimpses of it.

Cheum and literally anyone else other than Mew: she’s Mew’s ride or die apparently, but she’s supposed to be friends with all of them. She even says if she weren’t a lesbian she would choose Ray, yet we never see her being a good friend to any of them. She’s literally a better friend to Top that she ever was to both Ray and Boston.

No half-assed plots

Sometimes it feels like the show is trying to do too much and it isn't able to. Specially these last episodes. The whole Atom/Boston debacle could've been better if it had taken more episodes to develop. We don't see his "friends" ostracizing him other than the first confrontation, but like, they literally threw him off their thesis project, even if Boston is leaving, i think he would've been at least a little worried about not being able to graduate. Atom hasn't gotten any consequences, Cheum and Mew have not apologized. I feel like this plot should've been better executed.

Same thing goes for Mew's little "Reputation" era.

And other plot points like, apparently Sand and Ray were sleeping together all the time when Ray and Mew were together? But this was never shown, in fact, it was implied Sand was keeping his distance, trying his shot with Freddie #2, telling Ray he wasn't his rebound or second option ALL THAT WHILE STILL SLEEPING REGULARLY WITH HIM?? There's a lot of "tell and don't show" in the series and it falls flat because of it.

The things they did show are good, for example, Ray's drinking problem. When we finally reach the rehab plot it doesn't feel rushed or out of nowhere because we've seen Ray drink all the show.

More development for the main couples.

This is self-explanatory, but like Jojo himself said they had to cut scenes for ALL of them because of the run time. I feel like for a relationship/character driven show, sometimes it really seems affected for the short run time. There are scenes we see in previews we don’t get, scenes that are released ON TWITTER because they didn’t make it to the show and a lot more of depth in the book that in the show and if that’s not a clear sign that the show should’ve been longer idk what it is.

#only friends the series #ofts #only friends meta #sandray #topmew #bostonnick #needed to get this out of my head to study so here goes nothing

[allsadnshit]

It's been hard to admit that even going to the gym 5 days a week, I will never look how I did at the peak of my ED and at my absolute thinnest in 2020 before my surgery. Simply put, the fact that I eat 3 meals a day, regardless of how healthy or home cooked, and exercise more than I ever have in my adult life doesn't look the same as when I just actually wasn't eating for a year and a half. I genuinely had nothing but a rice cake in my body all day and my body was quite literally destroying itself and so painful at the time and yet I still sometimes look back and think I looked pretty good and I think that's proof all illness is both physical AND mental.

Changing my idea of healthy and what my goals look like so just as important as actually doing the changes in real life - in fact I don't think how you live does much at all if your mentality around it doesn't change! It's sort of similar to addiction, like when anyone asks me how I quit smoking cold turkey I always say the most important thing is I stopped romanticizing it and seeing it as beautiful, cool, and interesting. I couldn't just stop the habit, I had to genuinely not want it or glorify it anymore to be able to stick to being done, and start viewing it was gross and sad and then not doing it became so much easier and I never fell back into it.

I feel like I still have a little ways to go in not putting super stick thin body on a pedestal especially in fashion, and I'm starting by recognizing there's really nothing to envy over malnourishment and disordered eating that can destroy your organs and mind. I know that and have for a long time now - but I think I really need to make space for it to sink in rather than just sit on the surface

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Annoying Neighbour - Part 3

A/N: Here we have it, chapter 3 with our dear Mr. Stark! Feedback is everything.

Pairing: Single Dad! Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ fluff

Word count: 2k

Annoying Neighbour Masterlist

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The alarm woke you up earlier than you would’ve liked, especially since it was Sunday. A knowing smile crept up on your face as sleep slowly wore off and last night’s events flooded your mind.

Tony Stark.

The thought of him was enough for your body to react in a way you’d only read about in books. And last night had been nothing short of special. Sure, you hadn’t planned on sleeping with him right after the first official date, but you didn’t regret it.

He had been such an attentive lover, respectful of your needs and wants. His touches were gentle, yet passionate, his embrace had been comforting yet sensuous. You longed to be with him, and not just physically.

Anthony Edward Stark was better than all of your exes, that was safe to say.

After breakfast, you fished out your phone and texted him, waiting for his usually prompt reply.

Ten minutes turned to twenty and soon it had been an hour since your phone buzzed with Tony’s response and it had been the fifteenth time you had checked your messages.

Maybe you were overreacting. Maybe he was busy with work…but then again, it was the weekend.

Maybe Morgan was back and he forgot to check his phone, his kid could be demanding his attention way more than you were.

Sometimes you really wished you could turn over your thoughts that went wild when things didn’t quite go as expected. It was torture.

You tried calling him a couple of times but to no avail. That didn’t help your paranoia either.

Was sleeping with him so soon a mistake? Had he regretted it and chosen to go cold turkey?

You tried distracting yourself with a book, some TV, cleaning your closet out, nothing seemed to help.

Finally making up your mind, you put on a sweater and headed over to his place to get an answer. Whatever it would be, at least you would know first-hand instead of believing in the scenarios that your mind was conjuring.

You knocked on his front door once, twice to no answer, rung the bell to the same result.

Was he ghosting you?

Taking a couple of steps back and forth on his porch, you considered what you’d do next before your phone rang.

It was Tony.

“Tony? Are you okay? I was only checking up on y-”

Your rambling was cut short when you heard a terrible fit of coughs on the line, and a very, very sick sounding Tony apologizing.

“I’m so sorry honey, I’ve got a cold and I haven’t been able to get out of bed since last night.”

Well now you could let out a sigh of relief, soon followed by worry for the man that didn’t sound okay at all and probably needed help.

“Do you have a spare key? I could come in and help you, you sound terrible.” You offered, looking around for a key that was probably hidden under a pot or something.

“FRIDAY unlock the door please.”

You heard him speak to someone before hearing the soft click of the door.

Making your way up the stairs, you didn’t take long to figure out where his bedroom was, given that the door was ajar and you heard Tony groan before sneezing out loud.

He wore a fuzzy sweater and was bundled up in the blankets, making him look small in the massive bed, his hair matted down over his forehead and tissues strewn over the nightstand.

“Hey there stranger.”

You kept your voice quiet as you approached the bed, perching yourself on his side and placing your hand on his forehead, knitting your eyebrows in worry as your colder hand made contact with his skin. He was running a high fever.

You whispered a quick sorry when Tony flinched, informing you that he’d taken some Tylenol not too long ago. It would probably take its time to show effect.

“And did you eat something?”

“No. You know, I haven’t been sick in over five years? Five years.” He croaked, his voice small as he sat up against the headboard, letting out a sigh as his head hit the back, sniffling through his reddened nose.

“Alright big man, we all fall ill sometimes. Let me make you some soup, you’ll be up and running in no time, okay?”

You propped another pillow behind him for support, getting up to head back downstairs before he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Thank you, (Y/N). I would’ve kissed you but I don’t want to get you sick. There’s enough germs in this room.” He murmured, giving your hand a grateful squeeze, making you chuckle. You placed a quick kiss to the top his head before leaving the room and heading for the kitchen.

You found his kitchen surprisingly organised, everything had a label and its designated place. The soup had always worked wonders for you whenever you’d gotten sick in the past and it hardly took twenty minutes to make.

Hearing shuffling of feet down the stairs, you saw Tony wrapped in a blanket make his way over to the island counter and take a seat on one of the chairs, propping his elbows up on the table.

“It got lonely up there.”

Tony’s little admission warmed your heart and brought a smile to your face, plus the man looked adorably tiny with the blanket wrapped around his body.

“Do you cook often?” You asked, keeping an eye on the pot, stirring it every now and then.

“No, but I do have a very kind chef. I can manage a decent omelette though, Morgan loves it.”

Before he could elaborate, a series of sneezes overtook him as he noisily blew his nose against the tissues he held, looking up at you all puffy eyes and red-nosed.

“Am I irresistible to you, (Y/N)?”

“Very. Can’t you see I can barely keep my hands to myself, Stark.” You chuckled, putting finishing touches on the soup and pouring him a bowlful of the steaming liquid and placing it in front of him.

“Bon appetit.”

Tony mumbled a quick thanks before digging in, groaning half in pleasure and half because he probably burned the roof of his mouth by gulping a big spoonful in too quickly. You sat beside him as he finished eating, delighted to find out his fever had already gone down since the last time you checked.

“You’re a blessing, (Y/N).”

“Ah! Don’t I know it already? But you look much better now, Tony. We only had to get some food inside you. Meds now and back to bed.”

You cleared out the bowls and wiped your hands on a napkin before guiding him back up the stairs in his bedroom.

“Wow, you’re like a hot, strict nurse. I kinda like it. Maybe I’ll ask you for a sponge bath.” He smirked, leaning on you a little more before crawling back in bed, letting out a sigh as his back hit the soft headboard.

“Maybe I won’t say no.” You flirted back, tucking him under the blankets securely before perching yourself next to him, smiling when he placed his hand on top of yours and gave it a grateful squeeze.

“I may have overreacted before I heard from you today. I was worried you ditched me.” You admitted sheepishly, idly drawing patterns over his hand as you spoke.

“I know and I’m so sorry to put you through this. I wanted you to spend the night but then again, I’m glad you didn’t because I wouldn’t have wanted you to get sick.”

Tony’s thumb rubbed your hand calming your nerves, so did his words. There was such honesty in those big brown orbs, you almost felt silly for worrying as much as you did.

“It’s fine, Tony. I’m just glad you’re okay. Do you want to get some sleep or do you want to watch a movie or something?”

“A movie sounds nice, if you’ll sit here with me.”

You were about to sit beside him when he shooed you away, offering you the plush winged chair and the ottoman in front of it that sat next to the bed instead; his words being ‘this bed has enough germs to take you down’.

“Keeping my hands to myself, got it.”

You chuckled, raising your hands up in surrender and obeying his orders. A movie you had watched a thousand times over played on the tv and you found yourself checking up on Tony every now and then to make sure he was okay.

“Tony, I have a question for you.”

“Uh oh. Shoot.”

“I don’t know of any single parent ever introducing their child to someone on a first date. Why did you?”

“Well, I don’t see the point in hiding this aspect of my life from Morgan. I know she’ll ask questions, but I want her to ask anything she wants to and I want to be honest with her. Plus, I think she really likes you, just like I do,” he offered you a charming smile, one that made you blush before agreeing with him and appreciating and respecting him more than you already did.

He really was something else.

Halfway through the movie, you glanced back at him only to find Tony fast asleep against the pillows, snoring softly, the sight making you smile. You figured you’d leave him to it and get some chores done on your own; as soon as you turned the tv off and got up, Tony’s quiet voice startled you.

“Why do you keep sneaking out on me, (Y/N)?”

“Get some sleep, Tony, you need it. I’ll be back later.” You chuckled, reaching over to press a kiss against his temple before heading back home with the same stupid grin plastered on your face after you’d had your first encounter with the man.

…

It was late evening by the time you were done with everything, including getting some take out for you and Tony. As you walked over to his porch, you noticed a rather fancy car parked outside, one that didn’t belong to Tony. The front door was also left ajar.

You figured it must be his friend who was babysitting Morgan that had come in to drop her off, but you were wrong.

“Tony?”

You called out but no one answered, frowning a little, you entered the kitchen to keep the food you’d gotten before hearing a pair of stilettos walking noisily down the wooden staircase.

A tall, slender woman with mid-length blond hair made her way towards you with an expression probably similar to yours, curiosity mixed with caution.

“Hi, I’m Pepper, Tony’s ex-wife. You must be (Y/N).”

#annoying neighbour #tony stark series #tony stark x reader #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fluff #tony stark x female reader #tony stark imagine #single dad! tony stark #tony stark fic #tony stark x you #tony stark smut #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark #marvel fanfiction #mostly marvel musings

[basilone]

Gonna do "security" and "risk" forrrr...your newest OC, whoever that might be!

Ahh, this actually made me pause for a few minutes in contemplation of which OC of mine is the newest. 😂 I had an unnamed-but-developed one in my head for a long time who finally recently got his name, but I also have a named one who's still very much in development. And for the sake of this lovely prompt, we're going with the latter! 💚 Let me introduce you to a post-war take on Gene Roe's life wife...

a few of my favorite things

He is already out like a light by the time she comes to bed. His work boots kicked off somewhere between front door and the little table on which they keep the house keys and incoming bills. His belt and shirt both hanging off the lone inherited chair in the hallway, partially obscuring the chintz that always makes her feel like an imposter in their own home.

They ain’t chintz people – she’s told Gene this a hundred times – but she ain’t going to be able to get rid of it until Gene’s Auntie Mamie dies. Never mind the fact that Auntie Mamie had only come to the house once, under what she’d claimed was great duress from Cousine Rachelle. Auntie Mamie still asks about the chintz chair at Thanksgiving every year, so in the hallway it remains.

Claudia thinks she’ll burn the thing someday. Watch it go up in flames while sitting out on the porch, sunglasses on to shield against the glare, sipping from an ice cold glass of sweet tea. Whenever Gene’s family gets like that – disapproving and expectant all at once – she takes another stab at the turkey and peas on her plate and keeps a burning chintz chair locked firmly in her mind’s eye.

Ain’t a thing a man can do to help where he’s from, though. She’s not about to hold that against him – ain’t Gene’s fault he came home from war and got her for a next-door neighbor, either, now is it? Though it’s one of the darndest things that it’s the French side of his family that keeps kicking up a fuss when she’s French through her daddy, too. She’s sure got that big Saint-Cyr name but not a penny to it. Often the name alone still opens people up, all bright and welcoming, but when they see her – too tan to be white, too many dark curls atop her head and dark eyes beneath her fringe – it’s like the door shuts just as hard in her face again.

He took a risk, marrying her. Loving her. He acts like it don’t mean a thing – like loving her is just something he does, just like he fixes things around the house and like she never wants for fresh flowers in spring. But she’s realized a long time ago that they don’t make another man like Gene Roe. The thought hit her while he was fixing her sink, of all the moments, and he’d laughed at something silly she said without thinking. And then it’d just kept on hitting her, including that one time his temper had flared and he’d made five grown men feel real sorry about some of the smartass comments they’d been making.

Saying oui to Gene has been the easiest decision of her life.

She makes sure to put her house slippers just beside the bedside table Gene’d finally made for her two nights ago. Takes her earrings out as she sinks down onto the mattress. Gene’s yet to stir, but if Claudia’s honest she doesn’t expect him to. He’ll only rise later on in the night, when the moon’s all high and silver, stumbling around in the kitchen sometime around three or four. He’s done that since she’s known him, possibly longer still. There ain’t been a night Gene’s slept clean on through – stirring at the oddest noises in winter, wide awake with every thunderclap in summer – and there’s not a thing she can do about that.

Claudia leans over him. Switches the light off. Plants a kiss on his brow, then on his cheek. She lies as close to him as possible without spooking him into a fright, tips of her toes touching his ankle, hand brushing his upper arm. If she’s lucky, and Claudia knows she’s born lucky, he’ll come back to bed after his midnight stroll and pull her into his arms.

The thought’s enough to still give her butterflies after all this time.

#band of brothers #gene roe #oc: claudia #gene x claudia #basilonefic

[symphonic-scream]

🧋

Lemme see what I can do for this one

Oh! How about an au I did in December 2022?

It's for P5

So, the gang were all childhood friends. Grew up in the same apartment building, all that. This includes Joker, Ryuji, Ann, Yusuke, Makoto, Haru, Futaba, Sumire, and Kasumi But, things change

When the eldest three are 12, Kasumi passes. The group splits up, everyone moving away as tragedy after tragedy occurs. Eventually, they're all gone, off their separate ways.

12 years later, they meet again, under extraordinary circumstances. All of them end up at the same group resort for two weeks, getting snowed in by a blizzard. Some bought the ticket themselves, others won them. All that matters is, they're all back together

They're all in different places in life, all needed a change. Two weeks together, changes a lot.

Okay so here's where everyone is at when they arrive, with ages

Akira/Joker, 23; has been getting a theatre arts degree but can't afford his next semester so he's been working literally everywhere. He won the trip from an event at one of his jobs. He lives in a small apartment, has been on his own for a few years. During the trip he rediscovers his passion for caring for others, through cooking and such

Ryuji, 23; he's been struggling a lot. He's living with his mom, working physical labour, and. He's a recovering addict. When he tried school, the stress and peer pressure led him to drink and, he woke up one day and knew he couldn't become like his dad. He's been sober for 14 months, and has gained an interest in recreational work

Ann, 23; she's engaged to Shiho, both recovering from assaults in their teen years. Ann dropped modeling cold turkey, and hasn't been able to find a new purpose yet. She feels bad for being a mooch, her Shiho and parents aren't pressuring her to find work at all

Yusuke, 23; he's, pretty much doing okay. He did have a mini scandal where someone recorded him going off on someone in a gallery for not understanding his art, but if anything, that's giving him more attention. He's struggling with admitting that he needs money to live, he can't just paint for passion anymore

Makoto, 24; she dropped out of the police academy a few years ago, and returned to uni to study social work to hopefully mix that with her previous criminology degree to, lower crime rates among young people through social assistance. She's been on her own though, after a fight with her sister. She's had some other stuff going on that led to her taking this vacation

Futaba, 22; has been a shut in for ten years, and this trip was a treat for two years of going out into public. She's been spending her time taking down scammers, but she's got an offer to work as a cyber security expert for good pay. She isnt sure if she'll take it

Haru, 24; Haru's had it real rough. She was engaged to a man to help her father's company, only to find out she had the same cancer her mom did. They caught it early, but the procedure to remove it left her infertile. Which isn't a problem for her, but it means her fiance breaks the deal. This has, given her a chance to live for herself, and has spent the last year working at a small business coffee shop, trying to just, live

Sumire, 22; she's running away from her problems again. She quit gymnastics, dance, and hasn't applied to secondary schools. Her parents, concerned after her last therapist caused more damage, believe a week away from it all may help. Two weeks, maybe. Sumire just wants the guilt to go away

So. They meet up again, talk about how they've been doing, and all leave with a better idea of what they're doing, and a promise to meet up every year after

#persona 5 #persona 5 au #snowed in au #makoto niijima #haru okumura #yusuke kitagawa #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #futaba sakura #sumire yoshizawa #akira kurusu

[piracytheorist]

Okay I gotta admit it, I logged in today just to check my notifications and messages because I was curious. Seems like cold turkey isn't something I can do, but I feel like I've found things to occupy the time I'm not spending on tumblr anymore, so I feel distancing myself from the site is possible. Not having the app on my phone anymore helps.

Anyway, I took a quick look on twitter today, and while I didn't see any sxf spoilers, I did see a post about a thematic week that I won't be able to take part in, not even as an audience, because it will be centered around stuff I haven't seen yet.

And damn me, I want to read further into the story so bad. It's been almost six full months since the last episode aired, and I'm finding myself wondering what is happening next based on the vague spoilers I've gotten. And there's at least three and a half more months left. I just know, I know it, that I will enjoy the story three times as much seeing it animated - and like, if I'm truly honest, my main drawback from manga reading isn't that it's not animated, or acted, or even coloured. It's that my way of reading it is not how it's intended to be read. Like, if I could have the chapters printed out for me, that would be ideal. Like:

Reading the story like this? Feeling the pages in my hands, seeing the wide and two-page panels in all their glory? Terrific. Perfect. 10/10.

Reading it like this? Having to scroll up and down for long panels, zoom in for small speech bubbles and out for wide panels, pixels getting distorted based on how zoomed in I am? No, thank you, immersion go bye bye. If I had a vertical monitor I probably could have worked it out, but I don't have a vertical monitor nor can I afford one right now.

And you'll tell me, well, a lot of further chapters are available in the next volumes. And I'll say, I'll probably work only for half of July, my contract ends after that, and in August I may need to move out to a different city so I won't even be able to get a steady job that won't work me to the bone. And I'm on a tight budget, so even the forty euros (being generous here, cause volume 10 isn't easily available to me yet so 10 euros for it is a generous offer) I would spend on the next four volumes are money I cannot afford right now. Plus, I know they don't reach to the current chapters so I would still have a ton of spoilers to avoid.

I don't know why I'm explaining all this lmao. I just feel like I don't want people to think I'm an anime snob. Because by god with every week I feel my resolve break. If I actually make it to October without having read one single manga chapter it will be a miracle. It's such a weird challenge I'm putting myself through, I don't even know if y'all can understand it. It's not like it's a challenge I can "win", or a challenge I can award myself for passing. Maybe a bit of venting can help, idk. It's not like I'm asking for recognition or pity or something, I am aware of how weird my choice may seem. I just had some feelings and thought, "well, fuck, what do I have my tumblr blog for".

Idk. I just feel like I love this story so much and in such a way that I also want to properly enjoy it. If I lived in Japan and spoke the language, you know I'd be running to whatever stores sell the magazine where the new chapters are posted in every two weeks and sit outside the very store and read the new chapter before even getting back home (wait, are individual chapters even printed out in Shonen Jump? I'm not sure I've understood the whole thing completely). But since that isn't happening, my choices are a) waiting for a long time and not interacting with fans, but enjoying the story animated, with colour, voice acting, soundtrack and on wide screen (and yeah yeah it's an adaptation not the original but listen it's a good adaptation and this is why it's drawn me in) and b) getting the full story and interacting with fans now but seeing the story in broken-down panels and messed up pixels, while having to fix the zoom-in and -out on every page. And I know me. I know choice a will make me immersed in the story, while choice b will just give me the details of the story. Maybe I am a snob after all, idk. I'm not making any effort to explain or apologize for myself. I'm just venting, lol. It's been weird and lonely and IT'S BEEN TOO LONG AND OCTOBER IS TOO FAR AWAY T_T

Anyway. Been doing good other than that. I will probably revert to logging out every day in order to try and keep my distance from the site, but coming back every other day or so. We'll see. I have a few messages to respond to (and a few more spoiler-free manga panels to react to! yay!) so I'll get to those today.

#nette speaks #wow that was a vent lol

[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

Education on what to do if you have questions about medications, side effects, and drug interactions. (For the US only)

Obviously if it's a prescription medication, the first person you want to call is the doctor that prescribed it. However, they're not always open, so...

The Pharmacist (ie the person that the Pharmacy tech will summon if you have questions about your medication or if the medication requires a consult) is required to complete med school and go to school specifically to become a pharmacist. Which means they aren't just a random person counting pills, they need to know about medications and be able to answer them.

So if you're looking at your benadryl and wondering "I took Claritin this morning. Can I still take this?" Call your local pharmacy.

If you're taking a new medication and are like "My tongue is itchy when I take this. Should I stop?" Call your pharmacist.

If you're taking a medication and you're wondering "The side effects of this medication are literally driving me crazy. Can I stop taking it cold turkey?" Call your pharmacist.

If you're taking a new medication and are like "These side effects make me worry about my health and safety. What should I do?" Call the pharmacist (they'll tell you if you need the emergency room or just urgent care).

Obviously you want to read the notes that came with the medication first if you're worried about side effects or drug interactions, but if that doesn't answer your question? Call the pharmacist.

Trust me. Even if the pharmacist sounds really fucking annoyed by your question? It's their fucking job. They went to fucking med school for this. And if they don't have an answer? (Sometimes pharmacists aren't up to date on the newest drugs on the market). CALL ANOTHER.

Pharmacists typically need a Doctor of Pharmacy (Pharm.D.) degree that includes healthcare and related courses, such as biology, chemistry, and physics. Programs are accredited by an organization such as the Accreditation Council for Pharmacy Education (ACPE).

Admissions requirements vary by program, however, all Pharm.D. programs require applicants to take postsecondary courses such as chemistry, biology, and physics. Most programs require at least 2 years of undergraduate study, although some require a bachelor’s degree. Most programs also require applicants to take the Pharmacy College Admissions Test (PCAT).

Pharm.D. programs usually take 4 years to finish, although some programs offer a 3-year option. Some schools admit high school graduates into a 6-year program. A Pharm.D. program includes courses in chemistry, pharmacology, and medical ethics. Students also complete supervised work experiences, sometimes referred to as internships, in different settings such as hospitals and retail pharmacies.

Some pharmacists who own their own pharmacy may choose to get a master’s degree in business administration (MBA) in addition to their Pharm.D. degree. Others may get a degree in public health.

Pharmacists also must take continuing education courses throughout their career to keep up with the latest advances in pharmacological science.

(I'm putting this out there because a friend was worried about the side effects of their medication, and their family was trying to convince them it was no big deal. I'm like "What if you could call a person that's literally been to me school and ask them? Right now? Even though your doctor isn't in yet?")

-fae

#disability #medical information #medical field

[vampirethin27]

Okay I eat literally whatever when I'm on my period because who the hell cares, I'm 19 with the metabolism of a ✨️💫🧚‍♀️fucking horse🧚‍♀️💫✨️, and today my mother is making angus beef burgers, some cookies my father picked up, and I already planned on making a milkshake with the white chocolate strawberry cream moonshine I got. So I'm definitely fasting tomorrow, but I don't want anything that was bought specifically for me to go to waste, so breakfast is probably gonna be oatmeal with yogurt and fruit and the last slice of red velvet cake, and if my mother doesn't make anything too grand (like pancakes or a full sandwich) for lunch I'll start my fast right after breakfast (which will probably be at 9am CST cause I do yoga at 6 for an hour and then shower and skincare and tarot and tea)

SO!! Help me decide how long to fast for pretty please 🥹🙏

I cannot do 72 yet, I know that, but I also know if my body could handle a 48 hour fast almost cold turkey then after filling up like I have been I'll be able to go longer. Probably do 2 shorter ones afterwards whenever I do end up doing 60 and then shoot for 72 because I've only ever hit that thrice in my life. Well- purposefully

I also worked out for the first time using the app I downloaded on January 1st 💀 Went for an hour while snacking on a bunch of ingredients with soy sauce and seaweed (I need a lot of sodium compared to the rest of ya) and I forgot how good it feels to have a sore stomach. I know I tend to roll over and put off things like this, but I honestly feel great. I think I'm gonna start doing it after we (my mother and I) walk the dog around 1pm, that'll also help me get rid of this extra weight I fear I might be almost putting on 😅 But this is why I stop and start exercising, I mean that's literally how I got past my plateau of 4 years at 17! Moved it from 117lbs to 105lbs

Okay I'm gonna go reblog some garbage now (/pos) <3333333

#ana trigger #anablr #ana advice #ana bllog #ana rant #tw ana diary #anorexcya #@na motivation #@na rules #@na trigger #@n0r3xia #@na tips #@nor3×14 #ed not ed sheeran #ed not sheeren #ed no sheeran #ed relapse #tw disordered eating #tw ed diet #tw: ed #ed disorder #eating disoder trigger warning #disordered eating thoughts #thin$po #th1nsp1ration #ana plan #tw ana fast

[angelnumbing]

So every tarot reading I've received about my future spouse/boyfriend is a lie?

i mean, i can’t really say they’re all lies because i don’t know if your readers had any intent to sell you a dream. but what do they pick up on is probably what you envision your perfect partner and perfect relationship to be. the “future spouse” ones are the most baseless to me imo because they’re reading about someone you don’t even know yet. but to me lying requires some kind of malice so i don’t think your readings have been lies, just … maybe fairy tales?

i kinda started to realize this when i started to listening to women in relationships or who had recently left them and it gave me a more realistic view of a relationship (with a man, at least, i have a male leaning pref so this is just my experience) looks like. at some point i started realizing that the relationships described in readings aren’t impossible… but they’re not very probable, either. i think it’s a bit too removed from reality to look at the horror stories other women from their relationships with men and continue to hold up the idealized version of love seen in readings as objective fate.

really, you just have to live in reality. if you bought your readings from like etsy or whatever you probably still have them in your inbox, so i recommend going cold turkey without any readings whatsoever for as long as you see fit. if you’re a woman, listen to what other women have to say about their long term relationships with the kind of person you’re attracted to (bc i just realized how hetnormative i’m coming off as … if what i’m saying doesn’t apply to your situation exactly feel free to make it fit bc that’s not my intention at all), and when you feel that “shift” within yourself, you should be able to go back to your old readings and look at them now with the cold, analytical perspective of what fits in your life, what doesn’t make sense, what’s something you would never accept from a partner, what just outright reads like something out of wattpad, etc etc. intuition is very real and when something still resonates with you, you won’t have to keep chasing for more affirmation about it. it just takes a bit of time to adjust to.

i don’t think love is hopeless so don’t lose hope. just be realistic! it’s honestly just a safety thing too bc idealism is how a lot of women get hurt :\ have your dreams, but more than that have your standards and your boundaries. don’t become one of those people who use tarot as an excuse to stay in shitty situations. you will always deserve better, and there’s a part of you that always knows what you deserve. part of not constantly consuming tarot readings is that your mind gets kind of unclogged and you can access your intuition with a lot more ease, imo.

[chatterbox-73]

Simptember 2022.

Day 2 - Future.

Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for simptember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for simptember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: why yes another part two my friends… part two to dirty talk from kinktober 2021. (read the other part for some context)

Sorry if it’s a bit rushed, work didn’t do me too kind today🥲

Summary: Zeke ruins the surprise he worked so hard to make just to further spite his father.

Word count: 1.3k

CW: NSFW and adult content, slightly arguing, sappy future stuff, happy crying, more fluff then smut, floor sex, loud sex and drinking alcohol.

It had almost been a two weeks since Zeke’s door was taken and the both of you had started apartment hunting, in this time you’d both gone cold Turkey, as your current living situation was able to house both you and him, however your roommate absolutely hated Zeke and made little effort to hide it, this had resulted in the both of you taking that next step in your relationship and moving in together.

You sat cuddled up close to Zeke on the couch as he finished writing a work email, you smiled as he sent off the email and kissed his cheek, “have to heard anything about the house, I’m really praying we get that five bedroom we bid on” you hummed as you rested your head on his shoulder and Zeke chuckled while he shut off his laptop, “yeah it was perfect for us… I can’t wait to live together, it’s well overdue” he’s arm reached around you to pull you closer and he rested a finger under your chin then softly kissing your lips but before anything could go further you were both interrupted, “alright enough!” Grisha scolded as he walked into the living room. Zeke was yet to tell his family he was moving out, though he did want to wait until you both officially owned a house.

You helped Carla place the food on the table before taking your seat next to Zeke and his grandmother, the table was filled with light chatter about everyone’s day until a harsh ringing filled the space, Zeke quickly grabbed his phone and excused himself before hurrying out of the kitchen, everyone was quiet until Zeke renter the room with a large grin on his face and sat back down next to you, “who was that my boy?” Zeke’s grandfather mirrored his smile, “it was the real estate agent” he chuckled and grabbed your hand, you snapped your head towards Zeke and gave him an expecting look, “did we?” You asked and Zeke nodded, “we got the 5 bedroom… we can go in after dinner to sign and get our keys” he beamed and you squealed before wrapping your arms wrapped him tightly, you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you realised you’d both made the first step towards your future together, “did you two find a rental you liked” Mikasa asked and you shook your head, “no we actually just bought a house” Zeke continued to beam with joy. The table filled with awes and praises that was until Grisha spoke up, “you bought a house together… aren’t you two moving a little too fast” he narrowed his eyes and you saw Carla softly hit his shoulder, “actually we’re not ‘moving too fast’… are you forgetting we’ve been together since the end of our freshman year of high school, that’s about nine almost ten year together” Zeke snapped back at his father, “finally decided to look to your future… and all it took was me taking your door off its hinges” Grisha chuckled and the both of you glared at the older man, “no it didn’t, I’d been planning to buy a home for us, for quite some time…” Zeke fixed his glasses on his face, “…and I was going to wait until we got to the new place to do this, but hey just to show you how ready for the future I am…” he stood to his feet and knelt down, “I sorry it’s not exactly romantic and I was going to wait, but marry me” Zeke pulled a black velvet ring box from his pocket and opened it to show an old engagement ring, that you instantly recognised as Zeke grandmother’s engagement ring. You were lost for words as you sat there with tear streaming down your face, “I… we… how…” you sobbed before turning to Zeke’s grandparents to see their smiling faces “did you… oh my god” they nodded and you fell into Zeke’s arms, “is that a yes sweetheart?” He whispered and you nodded before continuing to cry. It took some time for you to pull yourself together, but when you did Zeke slipped the ring on your finger before wiping your eyes and nose with his handkerchief “what an ugly face” he chuckled as he cupped your face and continued to wipe away tears, “stop…” you sniffed and lightly kicked his leg.

For the rest of the dinner Grisha stayed silent while everyone else laughed and congratulated you, after the meal Zeke and you said your goodbyes as you both had to go pick up the keys for your new place. When you got in the car and Zeke started driving you realise he was going in the wrong direction, “where are you going?” Asked confused and he only laughed, you watched out the window before you noticed he turned down a familiar street and then pulled up in front of your new house, Zeke stepped out of the car and walked around to your side, opening the door for you “are we meeting the real estate agent here?” You asked as you stepped out, “I hope not” grabbed your hand. Walking to the front door Zeke gave you a set of keys, “I don’t understand” you reached to unlocked the door, you both stepped into the house and when to did you saw the house had been filled with furniture, “is this supposed to be here?” You asked and received a nod from Zeke, “yes, I may have lied about when we got the house… we actually go to a week ago and both mine and your friends helped me move all the furniture in” he said and ushers to into the living room, “I was supposed to propose to you here, but Grisha was really getting on my nerves” he pulled you to sit down on a fluffy grey rug that sat in front of the large fireplace that had been lit, you watched as Zeke grabbed the two glasses and the bottle of wine off the coffee table before sitting back next to you.

“I love you so much” you smiled as you placed both the empty wine glasses off to the side and climbed on top of Zeke’s lap, the man’s arms wrapped tightly around you and he kissed your neck, Zeke’s hands slowly pulled your shirt and bar over your head before pushing you onto your back, kissing down your chest and stomach he undid your pants, then he pulled down your pants and underwear before quickly stripping himself. Zeke reached for his pant pocket and pulled out a condom, he leaned back and slipped it on before spitting on his hand and massaging his saliva on his member, “know you’d get lucky huh?” You chuckled and he nodded as he moved your legs onto his shoulders, “I could only hope, it’s been too long” he whispered as to separated your lower lips with his thumbs before pushing himself into your opening, you moaned out before quickly covering your mouth, Zeke grabbed your hands and kissed you before speaking “it’s just us, it our place, be as loud as you can” he began to find his pace.

You moaned out as your nails dug into Zeke’s back, “you sound so beautiful” he groan loudly as his grip on your legs tightened, his pace sped up the louder you got and you could feel yourself close to finishing, which is why it was no surprise you came as soon as he started rubbing your clit. Zeke continued rubbing you until he released himself with a very loud breathy moan, you both stay still for a moment until he pulled out of you and getting up leaving the room for a moment, before coming back with a blanket and a towelette, the man wiped your body down before laying the blanket over the both of you.

“You’re amazing Zeke Jaeger” you hummed as you cuddled into your fiancé and he kissed the top of your head, “thanks for putting up with me” he whispered and hugged you tight before you both dozed off to sleep.

Simptember masterlist (Coming soon)

Day 1 - Beast in men’s clothing:Sebastian Michaelis

Day 3 - Heat wave:Keigo Takami

#aot #zeke jaeger #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke jeager x reader #zeke jaeger x reader smut #zeke yaeger #zeke yaeger x reader smut #aot smut #fluff #aot fluff #zeke yeager fluff #zeke jaeger fluff #zeke x reader #zeke x reader smut #aot zeke #attack on titan #snk zeke

[nonbinary-octopus]

my internet went out last night so instead of getting liveblogged rimworld stuff you get all of it in one post

first off: had some visitors with a nice matched pair of names

next: there was a warg that kept eating my small animals, so I had Val, Nostil, and Gransier go kill it. Nostil sustained a few injuries, including one of his toes being ripped off entirely.

I thought this would be a good opportunity to give him a body mod as he has been pleading for, so after he was patched up I asked Dr. P to give him a peg leg

she. failed.

Somehow, despite being a very skilled professional doctor, instead of amputating his leg, she stabbed him in the torso and destroyed a lung.

Doctor Pugoik, what the fuck.

also how is that a minor failure. the lungs are nowhere near his leg and the boy is now bad at breathing, which lowers his consciousness, which has a bunch of other bad effects on him.

around this time I sent our new guy, Christian, off to do some peace talks near where we rescued Dr. P, and on the way back he stopped at those same two towns again, and bought some medicine because we ran out. He also saw that one of those places had an anti-toxin lung for sale, though we can't afford it, so once we have enough money, we can buy one of those to give to Nos, which will have dual benefits of being able to breathe and since he's a body modder, he'll be pleased to have another artificial part.

another, because when Chris got back with the medicine, I had Dr. P try again, and this time she gave Nos a peg leg successfully. That bumped his mood up eight points, from a -4 debuff to a +4 buff.

The peace talks went well, also.

And finally! Baby Gransier!

She's three now! I had not been keeping track of her age, and this surprised me.

Fortunately although we are pretty low on materials for clothing, Val did make some kid clothes (possibly because they require the smallest amount of material and he was able to skip to those tasks first), so she's dressed at least.

She then decided to go draw on the floor in the freezer.

Child why

She's cold sensitive due to being an impid, and doesn't have a parka. She was complaining that the main house (60ish degrees at the time) was too cold, and she decided to play in the -2°F freezer.

No.

I made her come out and play in the all-purpose room instead.

Also, not screenshotted, but Dr. P has been making good headway in taming all the wild animals. Nos and Xasalt are helping (and Xasalt has a higher animal skill actually), but I've been having Xasalt sleep during the day as much as possible since, as a dirtmole, she hates being under direct sunlight. So most of the time that she's outdoors the animals are asleep, and she can't tame them then.

We've got a decent number of farm animals now! A couple muffalos, some ibex, two turkeys, one mare (they're trying to get the other horses but no luck so far), and a yak we bought from some traders so we could have yak milk

and several squirrels and rats and guinea pigs. I have those set in the autoslaughter to just keep one male and one female (non pregnant) adult, because I don't want them to increase in number to the extent that keeping them tamed is a full time job. They're mostly for a meat supplement anyway.

Unfortunately they've only been successful in taming the male turkeys, and the singular female turkey either wandered off the map or got eaten by a predator, so no eggs for us yet.

the muffalos and ibex tho we've got both male and female, and most of the females are pregnant

#original #rimworld #gamer octopus #world 3