#anyway i’ve gone on this rant before so i’ll leave it there

[yestrday]

Idk if it’s just because I’m TREMENDOUSLY down bad for the malewives, but whenever I read a segment about them getting jealous I kinda just want to be really gentle, reassuring, and over all sweet to them (picture just cupping their face and giving them cute little pecks while you calm them down <333)

The boys don’t like that some other girls perfume is on me and are wondering why it was on there in the first place? I completely understand their concerns. One of my friends had gone to me crying for advice on a fight she had with her girlfriend, and I just had to soothe her + give her some relationship advice and gush to her about my lovely husband afterwards!

They are worried I’m becoming more distant due to my work? The boys think that I’m not being affectionate enough? I can’t believe I’ve done such a horrible thing without noticing! I’ll call in a sick day at once and plan a cozy date just for two of us to relax and cuddle and I’ll talk to them about ways I could show them even more affection and ask them what they prefer!

My dearest husband thinks I’m working too long and that he thinks I’m forgetting about him for someone at work? I’m horrified I didn’t see how he felt sooner! I’ll immediately talk about slightly cutting back my long hours, and I’ll even get up early before work to leave him little sticky notes that confess my love for him! I’ll text him on my short breaks and I’ll call on my lunch break too!

I’m just such a massive simp I can’t help but want to be “gentle and caringly earnest spouse” who would 100% gush about them to all my friend and co-workers <33 (This is just a brain rot / rant! Def not a request lol)

ah <3<;3 they are your husband after all! your ever devoted, ever loving, ever faithful husband! it's common sense that you have to treat them with the same praise and fervor that they do to you!

venti's pouting about how you're working overtime? he's laying back dramatically on the couch, whining with practiced dramatic effect about how cruel you are for leaving your poor hubby with no one to share these cold nights. you watch him with crossed arms and an amused smile, knowing exactly what game he's playing at. yet you still come to him and hug him from behind, peppering his squishy cheeks with kisses and soft apologies. venti giggles at you, and grins widely when your touches go lower.

thoma doesn't look right these days, with how you keep drinking out with your clients. you always go home buzzed and reeking of other people, and although he tries to hide it, your dining utensils have been slightly bent, haven't they? when he comes home from a grocery trip, you surprise him with dinner, dressed in his frilly apron. the dullness in his eyes washes away, and with a pleasant gasp he rushes into your arms and start sniffling about how much he misses you.

the servants have been telling you that xingqiu's been in a snappy mood ever since you left for your business trip. when you open the door to his study, you can see the briefest surprise flit across his face before he adopts a mask of indifference. ah, so he's going to ignore you, huh? well, no matter. you sidle up to him and say your apologies, whispering about how you've missed him terribly so. that you couldn't eat properly knowing you left your dear husband alone. he's still refusing to acknowledge you, huffing behind his book, but you can see his eyes crinkle into a smile.

anyway! what's the point of marriage if you two won't devote yourselves to each other? nothing else matters, does it? why should work stop you from showering your sweet husband from the love that he so deserves?

#yandere genshin impact #yandere venti #yandere thoma #yandere xingqiu #genshin impact #yandere x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact x reader #yester.shorts #yester.au — househusbands 💍

[ziorite]

buckle up lads— i’ve played cello since before kindergarten and even if i’m no virtuoso, i’m about to unleash my thoughts on the scheherazade job upon the world anyways.

look, if hardison was good enough to play the scheherzade solo at fourteen there’s just no way he sounds that shit even if he hasn’t touched the instrument for ten years. he’s supposed to have been the most promising violinist in the city which has to be stiff competition because most classically trained string players start playing young. like three to five years old young. and we know hardison was a foster kid so he almost certainly started later than most. obviously he was talented, but now he can’t even play a scale? it just doesn’t make sense to me from what i know. i’ve gone a month without touching my cello and pretty much hopped straight back into the stuff i was practicing before after fifteen minutes of warm up. the knowledge of how to hold a bow and pull it across the string and make quality sound is the kind that doesn’t leave you— for anyone of teenage hardison’s supposed skill, that instinct is part of you for LIFE. so no, the persistent portrayal of present day hardison as completely incompetent just doesn’t sit right with me.

but that doesn’t mean i think he could pull off scheherazade’s solo without nate’s rather convenient hypnosis. so i googled around and here’s the sheet music:

to be honest i thought it would be absolute batshit crazy the way they treated it in the show. the shifts are kind of crazy but i can see a very dedicated fourteen year old who practiced the shit out of this solo being able to play it. not to say it’s not still hard! there are some SERIOUS high notes that you’d be hard pressed to hit perfectly every time even with weeks of practice under your belt. shit makes me sweat and i don’t even play that instrument.

it’s a damn impressive solo for a teenager to be playing and an absolutely deranged one to try and perform on such little notice. that’s why i need someone to rewrite the scheherazade job with more focus on hardison and his violin dammit! i feel like hardison would be able to bluff his way through the other parts of the piece with enough practice in the time he has before the job, but there’s just no way he’d be able to play that solo on his own after ten years of not touching the violin. he might not even be able to practice during all the time he has— his calluses would be gone!! that’s a whole other story!!

string instruments strings are vicious y’all. and a VAST majority of the scheherazade solo is on the teeny tiny e string that basically slices through raw fingertips. i can barely make it through five minutes of dedicated practice shifting around on my thinnest string and i’ve had my calluses built up for years; i can file these babies with a nail file and poke a hot pan with them— they get pretty damn thick, and hardison’s working with nuthin y’all. you can only go so far before you give yourself an actual blister you physically cannot play on.

as a result, i feel like hardison would’ve let nate hypnotize him if ONLY the oily little slime ball (with hate and love) had told him. i really don’t understand why nate didn’t say anything until the first place. aren’t they supposed to have learned that you’re not supposed to con your own crew already?? (not that i think nate would ever really take that to heart.)

anyways, that’s my hardison-should-be-better-at-violin propaganda as well as my why-the-scheherazade-job-needs-to-be-rewritten manifesto. maybe i’ll write it myself one of these days— leverage brainrot is real and it is a sickness. hope this 2 am rant didn’t disrupt anyone’s dashes too much!

#leverage #the scheherazade job #alec hardison #hardison #aldis hodge #leverage meta #nathan ford #nate ford

[jellyfishzebracat]

Snippet of an rwrb fanfic I’m writing it’s a/b/o and Alex is a 29 year old law professor who meets 21 year old Henry after Henry is forcefully moved to America to study law by his grandmother.

It’s this Alex

And this Henry

Alex hadn’t always wanted to be a law professor, he’d kind of just, fallen into it.

He’d studied law at NYU and shortly after gotten a job as a paralegal but that got , stale.

So during a late night rant to his mother she’d suggested he do some more study and look into teaching as a professor.

So Alex studied and then applied for a job at the university his mother was the head of.

Alex wasn’t proud of using the nepotism card but he did anyway.

So fast forward a few years and Alex is 29 years old teaching as a law professor, now finally on his own for the second year after teaching as a TA under Zarah Bankston and old friend of his moms and now a dean at the university.

Alex doesn’t expect anything to go wrong this year however that all changes when Henry fox walks into his lecture hall.

He’s pretty, blonde and everything Alex wants in an omega.

Alex class is small only 100 students so Henry already stuck out, however when he opens his mouth and speaks with that pretty English accent Alex is gone.

Which is bad, really bad because Henry is his student.

Everything goes well for a few weeks until one night Alex has finished his 6 pm lecture and is in the Chinese restaurant across from the campus when Henry walks in.

Henry walks up to the counter and Alex watches as Henry places his order, when he goes to pay however his card declines, once, twice, three times. Henry opens his mouth most likely to cancel his order when Alex blurts out “I’ll pay” and is swiping his American express.

“I .. thankyou.. you didn’t have to do that, professor ” Henry glances up at him

“It’s no problem and please don’t call me professor, it’s Alex“ Alex replies, leaning one arm on the shop counter.

Henry’s phone pings and he sees Henry’s face twist before he’s huffing out a breath and his scent sours.

“everything ok” Alex attempts to calm Henry but the agitation doesn’t leave Henry’s face.

“My bloody roommate just kicked me out of my dorm for the night, apparently he’s found some girl to shag” Henry spits out

“Shag” the word feels foreign in Alex’s mouth

“ it means fuck, Alex” Henry’s rolling his eyes but grinning up at him and Alex can’t help but return the smile.

“Um maybe we could eat together at my place” the words are out of Alex’s mouth before he can even process how much of a boundary that crosses and how bad of an idea that is, Henry beams “That sounds wonderful Alex”

Soon the cashier is calling out that their food is done and Henry is following Alex out to his car.

Henry sinks into the leather passenger seat of Alex’s Lexus and sighs “ Christ, I forgot how nice leather car seats were”.

Alex shoots Henry a questioning look and Henry looks down at his feet.

“My family’s quite well off however since my grandmother shipped me over here with barley any money, I’ve been missing out on the luxury’s I used to enjoy”

“I hope I’m not over stepping but why’d she send you here” Alex questions.

“Apparently it’s unbecoming for a member of our family to be an omega and to want to study literature, I was at Oxford on a scholarship in my last year and then she pulled me out to study law here in America” Henry’s answer is pained, Alex can’t imagine what it would be like to have your whole life up ended like that.

The rest of the drive continues on a happier note as Alex and Henry sing along to some of the songs on Alex playlist until they arrive at Alex’s brownstone.

As they step into the house Alex sees Henry looking around, his head tilted upward, was he scenting?

Alex chooses to ignore it for his own sanity and leads Henry to the couch and excuses himself to change out of his teaching clothes and into something more comfortable.

Alex now in a t-shirt and sweats joins Henry on the couch, Alex thinking of something to watch while they eat, asks Henry if he’s a Star Wars fan, Henry’s face lights up and he gleefully explains that he loves return of the Jedi, Alex scoffs and has to correct Henry “ the best star wars movie is clearly the empire strikes back” Henry flashes Alex a gummy smile and rolls his eyes “ I suppose I could endure watching empire”.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #rwrb book #firstprince #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez

[creme-delacreme]

hey love!! I was wondering if I could request an idea? so what if the reader’s love language is physical touch and jack is usually very physically affectionate but he’s been busy and stressed so he isn’t physical as he usually is and the reader gets upset but doesn’t want to tell him about it but he figures it out and comforts her?

touchy-feely

Touch starved. That’s what you were feeling. Unwanted. Maybe. Jack hasn’t been home much. And it’s different because he’s not on tour. The two of you fall asleep next to each other every night and it’s as if he’s not there. He’s gone when you wake up and half the time you don’t even go to bed together.

Everything from the new album to the new movie has your lover booked and busy than ever before. He doesn’t mean to neglect you. With all the stress he’s feeling, the last thing he’d want is to blow up and take everything out on you.

You thought about telling him. You really did. Especially after he almost caught you crying in the bedroom. Not like he did his best to comfort you anyway because of how fast the subject changed. So when he was available again, she did what she knew how. Avoid him. Having not received his touch, it was pretty easy. And for a little while Jack had no clue what happened. His confusion always noticeable. You craved his touch and now it seems as if you’re disgusted by it.

“What’s up with you?” Jack asks, all of a sudden. You look up from your plate. “Excuse me?” “I’ve been trying to touch you all week. And it’s like you want nothing to do with me.” He explains. “Okay?” “Okay? Really that’s all you have to say?” “Mm yeah. You should be pretty used to not touching me by now. I know I’m used to it.” You shrug. “That’s what this is about? Because I was busy? Sorry the world doesn’t revolve around you y/n. I’ll do better next time.” He scoffs. “Right. You were so busy that you left in the morning without saying goodbye, stayed to your side of the bed when we slept and god forbid I ask for a kiss before you leave anywhere.” You let out. “Really know how to make a girl feel wanted Jack.” You finish.

“Baby I never meant to make you feel unwanted. I was just so tired and busy. And I didn’t have time. I’m sorry.” He rants. You just shake your head, getting up from the table. “Didn’t have time? Do you hear yourself? We can finish this in the morning. I’m going to bed.” You clear your plate before heading to the guest room. Once you close the door, you lean against it and let a few tears finally fall. Deciding that you’ll be better in the morning, you climb into bed and let sleep take over.

Shuffling out of the guest bathroom and making your way to the kitchen, you spot flowers on the dining room table. Grabbing the card, you spot no sign of Jack. ‘I love you more than words’ the note said in Jack’s writing. As if on cue, the door opens and in walks Jack with food bags in his hands. “Hey.” He says cautiously. “Hi.” You smile softly. He sets the food down on the table. “Thank you for the flowers.” “You’re welcome pretty girl.” He says. He steps closer to you. “Can I touch you?” He asks, not knowing if he’s still in trouble. You nod and that’s all he needs before you’re flush against him and his face is buried in your neck.

“I’m so sorry baby. I never meant to make you feel like this truly. I was stressed and overworked and the last thing I wanted was to take it out on you and make you upset.” He cries. “I’m sorry too J. I should’ve told you how I was feeling instead of making you feel the same.” “No no you have nothing to apologize for. The way you acting is completely okay. I was coming home every night neglecting you baby. And I’m gonna make it up to you. But first let’s eat yeah?” He kisses your lips a few times before opening the food. You place a hand on his, stopping his actions. “You okay?”

“I love you.” You smile. “And I love you mama.”

Tags: @lcandothisallday @onmykneesforrafe @harlowcomehome @thinkingaboutjharlow @sealpuptrash @harlowsbby @jacksmoviestar @yonduismarrypoppins @tynesharandolph8633-blog @stefansalvatoresgf @wittyjasontodd @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @harlowsfreckles @moody4world @babyharleezy @sinsandsuccubus @curlyhairclub @inluvwithladybug @blackenedsunflowers

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #harlow jack #jack harlow fic

[facks-stories]

I doubt you guys want to read this long message,

Point is, I’m going to leave tumblr for longer, reasons under cut:

Reasons

1 - writing

Like I’ve said before, I like writing more then drawing, and I love you guys and all the art I make for you guys [love is pushing it for the art but let’s ignore for now]

But I asked someone for their opinion [if I should write more,ect, ect.] and they told me to do what I wanna, so I am, I’ll still draw but probably not as nearly as much, only for the characters sheets and art trade

I’m going to write a lot more, its better for my heath anyway [not sitting up for so long], the same format for anyone who doesn’t want to see my storys/the opposite, @weather-story for just writing, @facks-arts for just art, @facks-stories for text and art with context,

2 - heath

As you know, I’m built with fucking legos or something because my heath is so unstable and unreliable, so I have limited energy, I can’t spend much more of that energy making posts and drawing,

Hopefully this break can give me more of that energy back, I’ll also have more time to figure out what going on

3 - burn out?

I think I’m getting burn out, from something, so I might not have that much art, or even writings when I come back,

4 - mental health

As you guys know, my mental health is also built out of legos- its shit and every one knows it, especially because I lost someone I considered a best friend [starby is alright and alive, we just don’t talk anymore]

And especially it’s been bad because I found out something personal, I’ve just been a little rocky lately. So I don’t really feel like talking to people that much,

What can/will happen during the break?

-I’ll try and answer any dms I get, I still care about you guys so dm me if you need or want to talk

-Receive asks, the ask box will still be open, send asks while I’m gone, don’t, doesn’t matter

-answer in polls I’m tagged in, its just a poll

-make the weekly cotton posts

What won’t happen during the break:

-I won’t do picrew chains, 😔 as much as I love not being able to make myself I’ll do them after I come back

-answer asks, same with this^ I’ll do them when I get back,

-make posts [that isn’t weekly cotton]

-send asks [I’ll probably wrote them down if I have any

After break?

I’m going to write more, maybe I’ll repost some of the writings on this account but I doubt,

Basically go back to being normal but probably a lot more rants

Asks, picrew chains, and the character sheets will be done after I come back

Thats all from what I know, I’ll edit this if I need to, but this will be pinned until I get back

#-

[raineandsky]

Frienemies

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

The villain sidesteps the hero’s punch with the same shit-eating grin they were wearing the other day. “You missed,” the villain says lightly as their fist swings into the empty space.

After the villain came across them at the bus stop, the hero had feared the worst about their work, but they’d been quite happy to continue their usual misdeeds and annoying dodging of the hero’s punches. The only aspect remaining of that evening is that grin the villain has that they wish they could slap off the criminal’s face.

“Oh, don’t muddy the face, dear,” they continue as the hero rounds on them for another go, their fist just brushing against the villain’s hair as they lean back from their fist. “I have a date tonight. I want to look my best.”

“As if you could ever get a date,” the hero finally retorts, and the grin they get at the response is ecstatic. 

“You think too low of me, [Hero].” Their body is poised for the edge of the roof, about to make another one of their easily preventable escapes. “I think I’ve found someone quite special.”

-

The cafe is quieter in the evenings, and Jace is forever thankful for that. They got out from the agency half an hour ago, their hero persona discarded at the door, and they barely had time to make themself look half-decent before heading here.

The bell to the cafe tingles lightly as they push it open, and someone at one of the tables jumps up excitedly at their entrance. “Jace!” the villain – or Maxi, they suppose – calls with a quick wave over.

They smile as Jace sits opposite them, the expression almost kind. “I didn’t think you’d actually call.” Maxi pushes a drink towards them – a caramel latte. Their favourite. “I’m flattered you did though. Wasn’t sure if we were good enough friends.”

“Why’d you get this?” Jace gestures to the drink in front of them, and the grin returns. The adrenaline of the fight is missing though, so instead of leaping across the table at them Jace just scowls knowingly.

“You always go to the coffee shop outside the agency and get one,” they say as if it's obvious information. “What, do you not want it? I’ll have it.”

Jace raises the cup hurriedly to their mouth to stop Maxi as they lean across the table, relieved when they lean back again in their chair as they take a sip of it. It’s nice – warm, not too hot, with just the right amount of caramel to balance out the coffee. First the umbrella, and now the oddly flavourful drink. What’s with the pleasantries outside of work?

“I heard that [Villain] was going on a date this evening,” Maxi continues, their voice laced with amused pointedness, and Jace’s scowl only deepens at the words.

“I doubt that,” they say flatly, admittedly a little smug when Maxi deflates. “I don’t really see why anyone in their right mind would like them.”

“They’re not that bad really–”

“You’re siding with the person trying to level the city every week?”

Maxi opens their mouth to defend themself, but the silence that follows proves how nothing comes to mind that saves face as a civilian. Jace takes another innocent sip as their gaze turns to the table worriedly.

“Do you really think they’re that bad?”

Jace meets their somewhat pathetic gaze with dismay. Are they really doing this now?

“I think us civilians generally don’t like the guy trying to destroy our stuff all the time,” they say pointedly, and Maxi nods like they’re taking mental notes. “I don’t think they’re a lost cause, though. Just... on the wrong tracks.”

“As if the heroes are on the right ones,” Maxi spits a little too harshly.

“I thought you wanted me to rant about my boss, anyway,” they cut in quickly. Probably best for the both of them if they’re not loudly announcing a dislike for the agency. “And you don’t have the excuse of a bus to leave this time.”

Maxi perks up a little at that. “More fuel to the fire,” they say lightly, their previous bitterness gone. “Do tell.”

Jace tells them about how the superhero made a show of embarrassing them in front of all their colleagues and how it resulted in a snowball effect across the whole agency – how the receptionists clearly developed a newfound distaste for them, how the other heroes looked down on them, how they spent a fiver in a vending machine that didn’t dispense anything. The superhero has somehow singlehandedly ruined their reputation with everyone within a five mile radius of the agency, and it’s ruining everything.

Maxi hangs onto every word, leaning their face on their hands against the table in fascination as they talk. They only make a noise when Jace finally stops speaking, a huff escaping them like they were holding their breath.

“You should quit,” they offer unhelpfully.

“Kind of hard with my job,” Jace retorts with a shrug, taking another nonchalant swig of the drink. “They can hate me but I’m still needed.”

“Hm,” is all Maxi says, and the pair fall into silence.

-

When the hero walks into the agency the next day, they’re greeted by a rather frantic looking hero. “[Hero]!” He grabs them by the shoulders and they flinch at the vice-like grip. “What the hell did you do?”

“I– what? I don’t know.” They look past him, their gaze falling on a group of heroes and agency workers gathered around one of the reception desks, watching something on the computer behind it. “Did something happen?”

“Your villain, [Hero]!” He shakes them slightly as if that will make his words go in better. “They’ve gone off the rails! [Superhero] is dead.”

Taglist: @feline17ff @ meeblez

(Part 3)

#writing #creative writing #writing community #writers on tumblr #writblr #heroes and villains #hero x villain #part 2 babey!!! #uni strikes are killin me rn #literally had a personal meeting with one of my lecturers cause i have 0 classes with him rn #plz help its my last semester. stop making it so HARDDDD #frienemies

[saints-who-never-existed]

Episode Ten: Random Rewatch Observations

Here we go. I’ve honestly held back so long from doing this one, in part because I never want to series to end, but also I had to gear myself up emotionally for the trauma...

1. God is it any wonder Little looks so miserable when you see the vast expanse of grey nothing he’s staring out at? There’s no real hope left but no real choice but to keep going.

2. Also strikes me that wee George Chambers is the last Boy standing, isn’t he? Young and Evans are dead, Golding’s gone to the dark side.

3. It’s so cruel of them, Le Vesconte especially, to let Little go on his inspirational rant before they drop the truth bomb about the vote but it’s also clear to see why it’s done that way. If they’d discussed it privately beforehand then each could’ve argued their case, and Little might more easily have been able to refuse (for all the difference it would make in the end). But telling him about it right out in public, in amongst all the men, is very deliberate and completely forces his hand. Just godawful!

I also have to wonder if it’s that old problem of them sticking so rigidly to rules and procedure again, even unconsciously. He’s the highest-ranking officer now, perhaps it’s protocol to wait until he speaks first?

4. Note that he says “two able-bodied lieutenants” here. Like, it would be one heart-breaking thing if deep down they resented Jopson his new position, didn’t see him as equal, but they do! They clearly see him as one of them and that’s worse because they leave him behind anyway!

5. God they’re all so deliberate in the way they talk about things as well, like they’ve been rehearsing it and justifying it to themselves over and over again. The ill won’t be ‘left behind’, they’ll just ‘stay’.

6. Might just be me but I believe the pitch of the title theme has been lowered significantly in this episode – a sign of their sharp, terrible descent? I’ll need to go back through the other episodes at some point and note if it’s altered at any other point, but I don’t think it is.

7. Oh Goodsir, baby girl! He’s so shaky and sore and unsteady on his feet and clouded in his mind already here, it’s gut-wrenching.

8. Also interesting to note what he remembers about David Young, even if he can’t remember his name – “he was afraid, he wanted us to run”. Young’s death was awful and memorable enough on its own, but it’s got to be extra-traumatic as a doctor, I think – to see someone so afraid and know that even with all your knowledge and skill, you can’t do anything about it.

9. The piles of cans left outside the tent are just a complete slap in the face, they really are - serving only to comfort those leaving, not those ‘staying’ behind who, with the exception of Jopson, are completely unable to leave the tents to get to them anyway.

10. Something about Goodsir dying with no shoes and just his little woolly socks on is so personal and horrendous to me.

11. I’m sure I’ve read somewhere that they had a better on-screen death for Tozer but ran out of time/money to film it and that’s a tragedy to me. Like, even if it was just him going down swinging and getting a good shot in as he goes (as the off-screen sound-effects imply here) then I’d love to have seen it. Tozer and Hodgson in particular are both worthy of redemption in my book.

Does anyone know more specifically what they’d planned for Tozer’s death?

12. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – “Close…” takes EFFORT. I have to imagine that a person literally seconds from death would be hard pushed to speak at all or make any sound beyond vague groans of pain, but he doesn’t just do that. He puts physical and mental effort into croaking that one last and very specific word and the fact is that we’ll never truly know why!

13. Another thing we’ll never know is why he’s separate from the others too. It echoes Hodgson’s isolation actually, now that I think about it – just as with the chains, we don’t know if it’s something he did to himself or something that was done to him by the others, and we’ll never know.

14. Also! Crozier would it kill you to touch the man! That hand holding back by mere millimetres from brushing through his hair will haunt me the rest of my days. Here’s a man who throughout the entire story has been well-established as showing comfort, affection, and solidarity through physical touch and he doesn’t truly get it in return even in his final moments! (I know Crozier touches his shoulder etc. but it’s just not the same to me and I’m still distraught!).  

#The Terror #The Terror AMC #S01E10 #We Are Gone #Observations #Edward Little #George Chambers #Henry Le Vesconte #Thomas Jopson #Harry Goodsir #David Young #Solomon Tozer #Francis Crozier #Sorry I'm literally tagging everyone again

[laineystein]

A bit of a nighttime rant/blog thing because I’m leaving soon and can’t sleep (though that has nothing to do with the fact that im leaving soon — I typically can’t sleep as most of you know by now)

I spent a lot of the day in our little shul here. I’ve come to really love being one of the only women on base and I’m definitely one of the only frum female soldiers…if not *the* only one. But it’s nice because it’s so quiet and it’s like existing in your own shul and it was just me and Hashem chatting for almost two hours. Then I prayed for our hostages and our chayalim. And then I cried. Which I’ve done a lot lately. But it was like therapy and I was so grateful to have it! When we leave I will be in a place with no privacy and no quiet. I’m really trying to cherish it.

When I finally emerged to eat I ran into a soldier I actually met recently. He’s 19 (a baby!!!) and a lone soldier. He’s the sweetest young man and I adore him. And he told his Ima that he feels safe with me around and I’ve spoken to her on the phone so now I feel extra responsible for his wellbeing. Anyway! We went for a run after dinner and we talked about a friend we lost last week. Then we talked about the other “friends” we’ve lost; the ones that have chosen to turn a blind eye and push us away while our tribe is going through the most painful thing a group can experience. It’s a different kind of trauma, to grieve the living. I genuinely only had two goy friends before all of this and now I only have one. The other I have completely detached from and have no desire to ever speak with her again. When people show you who they are, believe them the first time. I’ve said it before but I have my tribe and my safety and happiness will always lie with the Jewish people and I’m so content with that. My lone soldier friend, however, (and rightfully so), is really struggling with this. He did not grow up in a Jewish neighborhood like I did. He was not born in Israel. Many of his friends are goy. And he is really struggling with them. And my heart breaks for him. Because I don’t know what to say to make him feel better. Because what I want to say is to forget them and focus on the love of the Jewish community. But I know that’s not as easy for everyone as it is for me. And I just wish there was more I could give him. So if anyone has any words of wisdom I will happily share it with him!

Then I spent the rest of my night checking out supplies and packing my kit while on the phone with my husband. Which took me far too long because I kept getting distracted which has been happening a lot lately. Too many balls in the air, not enough hands to catch them all. But my bags are finally packed so I’m just waiting at this point. Which is the effing worst…hence why I’m currently shouting into the virtual abyss.

Did I mention that my husband might be fostering a dog while I’m gone? A dog that was found in the South was sent to a rescue in Tel Aviv and it had puppies and now my husband wants to foster one…and cited my physical absence in his life as being equivalent to missing the energy of a small hyper dog, hence the need. So I’ll probably be going home to a dog because my husband is the most laidback individual that is not at all affected by anything and will excel at canine fatherhood the way he excels at everything else in life. Standby for updates on this disaster.

Anyway.

How’s everyone else doing? Anyone have any good news? How’s the diaspora? Everyone okay out there? I worry about y’all. People have lost their damn minds. Just a reminder you can apply for aliyah anytime you want. We’d love to have you 💙

Tov, going to attempt sleep I guess. Take care of yourselves, fam 🫶🏼

#lainey things #blog-ish things #let a girl kvetch #⚔️🇮🇱

[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

Okay this is petty to say, but it’s late and I was thinking about Lore Olympus heading into it’s new episodes and I just… I don’t get it. All the plots are kinda done and over with if you think about it, toxic girlfriend is gone, kronos is dead, no more college, no more TGEOM, no more controlling mom, and no AOW storyline. What will be left is Apollo, marriage, babies and you can easily just give that one or a few episodes because let’s be fr, Rachel did that with the whole 10 year thing. Everything is gonna be dealt with without any character development or any real message. This is supposedly a feminist story yet it depicts the story of a young girl falling for an older much richer and powerful man and the young girl leaving everything she loves and everyone she loves to be with this man after three weeks just to marry and have kids. I don’t know about you guys but I just don’t want to see Persephone become a housewife, I don’t want her to be just a baby maker for Hades and before you even say anything let’s be real that’s where this story is going you may not like how I say it but I’m saying this in the nicest way I possibly can. Persephone is literally just there to “fix Hades”, give him kids, and be with him so he won’t be lonely. He’s so dependent on her emotionally that he physically doesn’t know what to do with himself, a lot of people mistake that for love but in the context of their relationship I see it as desperation.

Hades has always been desperate. Desperate to be like his brothers, to have a queen, to have a wife, to not be lonely. He’d literally pick anyone to be his wife at this point if he hadn’t met Persephone because we’ve seen him trying to flirt with women before, it’s always giving escort and no I don’t mean to sound like I’m shaming escorts or anything that’s pretty dumb seeming as they’re literally doing a job but in this context the women he’s choosing aren’t escorts they’re just unlucky women who have to deal with him. He pays them and buys them gifts and everything and gives them everything they have just so they’ll stay with him. I’ve been noticing that, and then once he finds another young woman he does the same thing. That man is so utterly pathetic it’s scary, if you’re ever going to get into a relationship you should at the very least deal with very huge behavioral problems, for example Hades’ temper, something doesn’t go his way he riots like a child or you disagree with him and he’s upset, you give him criticism and he’s rushing out in the rain. You see what I’m getting at? Hades isn’t a very suitable person because he expects the woman in the relationship to be able to fix himself for him, to make all his problems go away, to deal with him at his ugliest and everything when he can’t even comfort and help Persephone when she confessed to him, or Minthe when she was getting insulted (badly might I add) by his own family to his face. He doesn’t even try being there yet those women are gonna have to bend over backwards to please him or he’ll go find someone else to whine to. Hades is pathetic and I despise him immensely, I hate him with the passion of a thousand suns and I wanna make that intensely clear to anyone who comes across this page for the first time. He was never a good person and he can’t even better his ways for Persephone.

Anyways, that’s the end of this rant. I’m a little eager for Saturday since I have a few things I wanna say about the episode but yeah, school is back in session as most of you know and I am running out of rants and even some appreciations. I believe I was going to appreciate Artemis next though so I’ll just use this post to remind me whenever I get the chance. But as I always say these are completely meaningless I don’t want anyone taking this seriously, I’m just stating my thoughts and opinions and if you agree with it that’s great and if you don’t that’s great too. By the way, this isn’t to bash Hades Lovers or anything if you like the man I don’t want you to back down from him just because I, a random teen on the internet, said something about it. If he’s your type he’s your type and this wasn’t a bash or anything so hopefully it doesn’t seem like it if it does I’m very sorry.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lore olympus critical

[judasisgayriot]

aw, you missed me :) that’s good to hear, i was worried you almost thought of me as a ‘tumblr writing assignment’. anyways, for the next rant, i’ll give you some creativity. i wanna hear your top three (or less, or more) MESSIEST heroes moments. don’t be shy in the hatred/confusion, give me a full on dissection of the best of tim kringe.

Hi!! You know I love a rant lol, thanks 😂 and best of Tim Kringe? ohhh my god. WELL. Trying to not just say ‘all of season 3’, lol, but season 3 is a MESS and hard to watch. S2 gets a lot of flak but it’s mainly just fucking boring (the feudal Japan stuff is interminable) and I’ll give it some leeway bc writers strike etc. and it has goooood Nathan angst so yay. Season 3 is just fucking Wasted Potential City tho. Like they keep kind of bringing up the kernels of ideas that COULD be interesting but then just dropping the fucking ball or never doing anything good with them or leaving stuff unresolved for no reason or just veering wildly off the road and it’s just ????

Not to turn this into a Sylar rant again lol but this is the point when all of the stuff surrounding him just gets truly stupid. They invent a new retcon backstory for him to try and make you feel sympathetic (infamous ‘my dad sold me to one direction and The Chain by Fleetwood Mac is my trigger’ lol), they flipflop around on him like hell, the Sylar is secretly a Petrelli wait no he isn’t stuff is at least kind of fun in an ‘Angela causing drama and problems on purpose for no real reason’ way lmao but it does lead to him killing Elle when she was in no way involved in any of that and I love her so I’ll never forgive him sry ANYWAY… (he already forgave her for her actual actions of helping the company push him into becoming a killer but then he kills her over something that’s nothing to do with her?? Make it make sense!)

they have the stupid bad future plotline which goes nowhere, is never explained or resolved and is just baffling, plus the return of Gruff Badass Future Peter, my fucking BELOATHED (I’m that rarest of things a five years gone hater tho, lmao), sylar is nice?? In the future bc he has a kid and he can control The Hunger, but Peter like, catches The Hunger from him and now he’s A SCARY KILLER AHH (for all of 2 minutes before they just like, drop that completely and then never mention it again. Much like the rest of the clusterfuck that is s3.)

Okay so all of that mess but actually The Hunger top one Tim Kringe moment, it just truly makes no fucking sense as a way to try and explain why it’s actually not poor Sylar’s fault he’s a serial killer lmao. It’s truly just nonsense pulled directly out of their asses with no relation to what came before it. He already has a motive, I understand why he does what he does just fine! He’s fine as a villain just stop this!! Stop. This isn’t healthy. Lmao

Anyway. Next up how Nathan’s villain arc makes no sense. I’ve said this before but I can absolutely see villain!nathan working as a concept and I would have enjoyed it, he does already have that deep self-loathing of his own powers and just does not really understand what the ‘right thing to do’ is, understanding morality on an innate level is a real struggle for him and I actually love the scene where he asks Peter, he of fierce moral convictions and Nathan’s only real arbiter of morality, what he should do. He’s so sincere in that but future!peter just says ‘do the right thing’ which is no help at all lol, anyway so having him get to the place of helping to oppress people with powers would not be a stretch!

But they do this bizarro world version of it where Nathan buys into his dad’s plan (I get it, Nathan has always been subdued/controlled by his father and the ‘I made you’ scene makes me shiver too. He’s truly just a tool to Arthur.) but then. Then peter scuppers that plan (which is to CREATE MORE powered people with the serum or whatever), Nathan is so angry that Peter knocked over his Vats Of Stuff that he commits some very (IMO) OOC violence on him with a pipe, then turns around and does a complete 180 and now instead of saving the world by making more people with powers because he believes that’s the only way to stop bad things happening - I believe that he’s made himself believe that - he now suddenly wants to lock up all the people with powers instead. Again, I understand how he could get to that point theoretically, but it’s like they did a mad libs telephone version of that plot arc! It’s like the season is missing a bunch of scenes that make those actions make any sense!!

Also don’t get me started on his death, like I enjoy s4 for all the angst it provides that hinges on this, but they do the truly stupidest thing possibly imaginable… they have established Claire’s blood can bring people back to life already, she’s IN THE BUILDING and they still try and?? Get Matt to try and put Nathan’s thoughts into Sylar’s body instead?? I understand Angela might be momentarily crazy with grief but Noah is complicit, should have some common sense and ALSO WAS LITERALLY BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE WITH CLAIRE’S BLOOD. It makes you want to shake everyone involved by the shoulders lmao

Listen I do actually love this show and even s3 has some great stuff to chew on (flashbacks to Petrelli family/Arthur backstory drama, Company founders flashbacks and lore, delirious religious mania Nathan who’s having mental breakdowns live on television and hallucinating) and like I said, a lot of stuff that COULD have been great, so that’s why all this mess annoys me so much lol.

Also for a sin that DOES belong to s2, both Niki’s but ESPECIALLY DL’s deaths are absolute bullshit, and DL deserved so much better Jesus Christ

In conclusion,

#long post / #heroes ramblings #asks #anon #SORRY IF YOU GET ME GOING I WILL GO FOREVER #s3 why are you this way. hard to watch. lol #thank you for your assignments TOP TIER TIM KRINGE MOMENTS #only time I’ve ever agreed with this dude!! (laugh track) #heroes spoilers

[manchasama]

Life under the cut.  No need to read, I’m just venting a bit.

*chinhands*  It’s not like things have been terrible lately.  Yet I still feel down in the quiet moments.  And tired(tm) when hanging out.  So it’s a bit tough, but I’m chugging on.  I did have some stomach thing yesterday that sucked. 

I am going to try and write a drabble this weekend, for Reasons.  I will try to start it right after this in fact.  Here’s hoping, bc I think it will be a nice surprise.

I have been meaning to post a couple of things lately, but lack the energy/motivation.  Got some merch in, wanted to thank the creator, etc.  We’ll see how I feel tomorrow maybe.

Also have my loooooong backlog of things to reblog.  Maybe if I have energy (or am avoiding writing lol) I’ll do some of that.

Nano is in, what, a week and change?  *rubs face*  I’m gonna do it.  I want to write except when I sit down to write, but gosh dangit I want to write.  What I need to do before the 1st tho is come up with names for oc’s and minor characters.  Because if I get caught up on trying to think up a name, I will stall out on writing. 

It’s hard to focus on things when you have a constant mental scream going l o l.  So many things I should be doing, so many things I want to do, paralyzed at doing most of it.

I think I’m fandom lonely, to phrase it poorly.  For the last few years I have lurked instead of participating, and even when participating it still feels like I’m missing something.  And as soon as they immediate hype dies down, so do the conversations.  I move too slowly to be interesting, I think?  I will sit and enjoy a fandom long after most people move on.  Before I can really get my ideas out anymore. 

Back when I could write literal ficlets in minutes, it was easy to keep people engaged.  Back when I was posting chapters at least semi-regularly, it was easy to keep people engaged.  But no one wants to wait when I can’t write right away.  No one wants to wait for months for something that may never appear.  (Absolutely not a knock against anyone, I’m just sad I can’t produce content like I used to.)

Anyway, I just remember having lovely fandom talks with people in the past.  I miss having that at my fingertips.  People just as engaged and interested in a single fandom for months or even years, where you could strike up an in-depth conversation at the drop of a hat.  These days you get a tiny taste, but it fades so fast before it’s gone.  Most of which is absolutely my fault of course, being unable to keep up regular contact anymore.  There’s so many people I need to keep up with already, that the thought of adding anyone new in is just exhausting, no matter how much I’d love a fandom buddy.  I’ve already let too many people down in terms of keeping in contact.

Meh, this went more down than expected.  I guess I’ll take out the pic and just leave this as a rant.  No need to bring down someone who just wanted to admire the shinies.

#whine whine whine

[artistiacons]

If you’re here from Twitter, cool

So yeah, we know Twitter is a dumpster fire and we wish it would get better, but no. Elon Musk is planning to implement the whole “pay me $8 per month just to have a voice” thing. Yeah hell no.

Sorry but not like I can do that anyways. I wouldn’t be able to afford it anyways. In fact at least 2/3rds of people won’t be able to due to our Lower, Middle, and High social classes. And of course, Elon is on that top shelf who is spoiled with greed. He doesn’t want to hear voices, he wants money. He wants fortune. He doesn’t care about the people, he cares about what HE wants and nobody else. Reason behind him even buying Twitter was to gain and sway a major political audience, of which is only one targeted group.

In short, no one is going to be willing to pay for a subscription just to be able to talk, to have a voice. Otherwise if you continue on without paying, you’ll be shadowbanned. Everyone hates shadowban, it sucks, no one can see you or your content. And that right there is what he’s aiming to do. It’s a tactic to get you to pay. Don’t instigate his desires, show how much you hate the idea by promoting your work elsewhere or make a stand for it on Twitter by banding together. After all, it’s the numbers that count.

Anywho, aside my whole rant of this idiotic thing, I plan to revamp my Tumblr if anything goes wrong! If you came from Twitter, thanks for continuing to follow my content, it means the world to me. But I won’t be leaving Twitter if that’s what you’re thinking. But if I can’t seem to grow much more there, I plan to become active here or Instagram (though mind you, Instagram will have Sonic-only artwork, it will only act as an art-only account with no stories).

Let me run down how things will go....

If I become active here, expect multiple blogs due to the blog feature. I have a couple I’ve used before, so I’d like to get to using that feature again.

Multiple blogs would be art-only/ask blogs. Examples would be targeted towards my certain audiences who follow me for certain things. There’s my Sonic work (which I primarily focus on), Postal/Postal Dude, other fandom media, and Original works. I may make at least 3 blogs for this.

This blog (my main one) will act as a source/main blog. It will be for my original work while I’ll create other blogs for interaction, such as Sonic fanart and Postal Dude fanart. Those are my current focuses atm, so things are subject to change.

Regarding Instagram, my main account will remain as a Sonic art-only account. My secondary one (needing to be revamped) will plan to turn into an alt or maybe just a SFW-ish Postal art account.

Due to Tumblr having an extensive amount of a writing feature, I may turn my Postal blog into a / Postal sona blog as well. Lore will be added, will show how I interpret Postal content from my eyes, and etc. It’s gonna be one of those cheesy ask blogs too lol. So in short, you can ask my Postal sona questions (still thinking if I should do a take on my version of the Dude and how I perceive him, I’ll let y’all know later), ask about lore hints, ask about the relationship*, and other stuff.

*(FYI, I don’t actively ship them as a normal fangirl would. I just find their dynamic interesting and see them more platonic-like. But each to their own ig.)

Here are my current active medias if you have any questions!

Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/ArtistiaCons

Toyhouse: https://toyhou.se/ArtistiaCons

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/artistiacons

My Carrd: https://artistiacons.carrd.co

Or feel free to ask here!!

OTHER BLOGS BTW:

Postal (OC lore/interactions + fanart): https://www.tumblr.com/artistia-gone-postal

Little Nightmares (OC lore/interactions + fanart): https://www.tumblr.com/artistias-little-nightmares 

Sonic (OC lore/interactions + fanart): https://www.tumblr.com/artistiacons-sonic

I also plan to go through my followed accounts and will link my current blogs later. I also have to rebrand this Tumblr to my current style and organize how I want things done. Hopefully I can get this all sorted by the end of the week since it’s so messy and lots of things were unfinished before I went inactive.

Anywho, feel free to send me asks if you want! Don’t have to be targeted toward my character and just me, but it’d be cool to have art-drawn replies goin!

Also fandom specified refs of my sona Artistia!

If you want better quality versions, check her Toyhouse profile!!

Main Reference -- The OG

Little Nightmares

Sonic The Hedgehog

Postal [N/A]

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#twitter #elon musk #moving #instagram #artists on tumblr #postal #update #becoming active #becoming active again

[dumbgothbunny]

Personal rant below because I have literally no one lmao

Dude I’ve head an awful day. Honestly. I’ve just had an off day.

I ask if I can smoke some weed to help relax me, because yes I have to ask my “husband” 🙄

He refuses to give me anything despite the fact I’ll be out all day

Y’all I was gone from 12pm to 1am. I literally just got home at 1:30am. I’ve had an awful day all day, and then I get off work and the mf wants to fucking bitch at me, pretending to care about me but basically telling me everything I do is wrong and I’m just giving up on myself and how I dont do enough around the house. I work 40 hours a week and I’m going be working more once I’m in management. I’m rarely home. Meanwhile he’s over here buying his little girlfriend everything and giving her all this attention. And he likes to act like we’re all together but I really ain’t into her. She’s a crybaby and kind of rude tbh.

Anyway he knew I was having a bad day. Asked him for some weed to help relax. Refused. I go all day without smoking and then not even before I get off work he’s bitching at me about my smoking. How he’s tired of me asking him for stuff to smoke. When he’s the one who hides it? Anyway he rips into me, makes me feel like shit about myself, and then he has the balls to come home and invade my space while I’m trying to relax in the shower and have me time AFTER HE BASICALLY BERATED ME, to Jack off and try to have sex. To “put me in a better mood” like dude is mad stupid.

Any time I try to leave his ass he threatens to tell my parents I’m a drug addict. He threatened to call the cops and tell them that all the weed he’d bought to sell was mine. And then he takes my phone so I cant get in touch with anyone.

I fucking hate men.

[sunkingwrites]

goooood morning.. 💕 mm I’m so sleepy still- gonna make myself some coffee and then hopefully my stomach doesn’t get upset with the amount of cookies I plan to eat for breakfast 😙

anywaaaays, I’m gonna be cooking a lot today because it’s almost someones birthday and like the good roommate I am I gotta cook their favorite foods~ oh but but I was catching up with bnha before I went to sleep last night (pls I swear I slept when you told me to) but then my roommate came in and.. stole my laptop? I mean I didn’t mind because I was having a mental breakdown over the recent episode,, but now I’m concerned what they did because all they said was “I need le minecraft.” and left 🥲

and I finally finished the firewatch shinkami fic- why tf is it so good??? awhkjhdiuhoina I kept getting distracted noticing the little elements in the writing but it just made it so captivating 😭

oH OH AND- I finally finished what I had left for my college projects and sooo I don’t have anything to do for the next 2 days.. unless *cough* anyone *cough* wants to do me 🥺/j

jokes aside I was crying this morning because I also finished chapter 5 of the song of achilles and we got a background check on one of the characters and I swear I could see the mommy issues shining through 😔

OK NOW IM JUST RANTING OF WHAT IVE BEEN DOING HJQSDKJKWFDKJJNKASD- I can’t get discord to open so that’s why I’m sending an ask tho 🥲

oh oh and my mind just suddenly filled with questions last night and it wont stop bothering me lol I dunno why… they’re so random tho- although I’m very curious on the one reason we know each other: how did you find my blog? It’s just a lingering question that I always wonder when someone follows me hehe- I mean,, I’m very glad you found me because holy shit— 😭 I remember how you were freaking out because I followed you back- that was the best decision I’ve ever made in my life tbh (we’ve been mutuals for well over a month ayo??)

anyways I’m gonna stop my intrusive mind from dumbing more stuff here so I don’t clog up your asks.. I hope you have a great great day, and I will send you kisses and updates of what I cook and uhh shit I do! on discord this time hehe… well unless food pics are not something you like then I’ll just spam you with random shit I do-!

mwah mwah~ ✨

Dude,, IF YOU MADE FOOD FOR MY BIRTHDAY I WOULD FUCKING CRYYY

Ohhhh my godssshfjsmck the fucking shinkami fic,, IT HAD NO RIGHT TO BE THAT GOOD- I WANT TO GET THAT GOOD AT WRITING AJJCNSNNF but like,, I was so fucking close to crying?? MultiPLE TIMES??? AND LIKE ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT WHEN DENKI WAS RUNNING TO THE TOWER,, AND I THINK IT'S SO COOL THEY ADDED ACTUAL BNHA LORE WITH THAT OTHER ASSASSIN HERO LADY AND THAT THEY COULD EXPLAIN DENKI'S LEGS DOING THAT NSKDJSBBFBDB

just-- so fucking good-

Mmmm,, we love mommy issues-- just love love love that for us~ No but like, characters with mommy issues are always too relatable to write aghh- LIKE STOP HAVING MY THOUGHTS PLEASE,, I UNDERSTAND I HAVE TRAUMA JUST LEAVE MEH ALONE

..if you couldn't tell- I had sugar-- remember that boba tea icecream I sent you a photo of in the superstore a while back? Yeah well I bought it today at Walmart and now it's almost gone,, and and I also got an ube icecream too, and Marmo hAtEs it- but I like it and I already knew that I would-- and now I wanna make an ube, vanilla milkshake aahhhh yum yum,, obviously not tonight-- maybe tomorrow if I can???

Okay okay and,, as you know my remember is full of shit so this miGHt be wRoNg- but I'm pretty sure I saw.. mmm I think a writing post first- maybe cuz it aligned with one of my tags?? Then I was like "oooh, I wonder if this person has anything else written for this character-?? Lemme seee~"

so then I would've found your master list post and I liked the vibe of it,, so then I'm pretty sure I just started scrolling through and randomly liking shit-?? I was still like a week new on tumblr so I was desperately looking for people to follow and get some more content flowing through my dash and to interest with--

Thennn, I think it was that composition you had posted that kinda embodied your anxiety that got me hooked,, cuz I kept listening to it on loop- so then I felt like I had to comment about getting it on Spotify,, since my family has a premium plan it's the place I usually get my music,, AND THEN I saw the picrew and I was just gONe cuz I fucking love making picrews and yours looked so cool and you just seemed like you'd be a fun person to talk to.. and then I shared mine with you and just kept talking and uhhh- yeah! That's what's up!! ✨✨

-also also you're birthday on twitter says it's the 28th- so I thought that was funny xD

#ollie<3 #sunkingchats #just talking #personal

[cumspider]

hello all. i know i’m not on here often or don’t have a lot of followers but this is the only social media site where my roommate doesn’t follow me so if you’d like to enjoy a rant and some tea, enjoy: btw i’ve forgotten how to do a read more so sorry i’ll tag it tho)

like i love her and admire her so much and she is my best friend and college would be nothing without her but i’m also very fucking jealous and angry at her i think.

we had met this boy at the same time, and prior to meeting him we had known of each other through mutual friends and i thought he was cute and was excited to meet him and she thought he was okay. so fast forward to one of our last nights on campus and he and our mutual friends come over on a random night, before our little get together that we planned. i look like shit and trying to finish my end-of-semester work so i don’t go downstairs where they are. they leave, and my roommate all of a sudden she thinks he is HOT like insanely hot (she confuses him for a friend of a friend at first)

but she knows how interested i was in this man before meeting him. i didn’t really care she thought he was cute, though. because he is. anyway flash forward to the night of our little get together and everyone is drinking and he cannot handle his liquor lmfao so he gets drunk and talks about how well he fucks and all this shit he can do to me and just…phew 👀. i’ve never had a man declare what he was declaring to me that night, incredibly drunk, in front of all of his friends…..ahem. anywho not the point. so he’s saying all these things and meanwhile my roommates like “oh my God you should totally say smthg to him! let him know you’re interested!” and i’m like…i’m not preying on a fucking drunk man; he’s saying all this shit to me he wouldn’t have said sober and i’m not evil and also im... inexperienced in MANY facets. so fast forward again he’s throwing up on our fucking couch 😂 he spends the night there and I REMEMBERRR HIM DM’ING ME BEFORE HE LEFT!!! that he was sorry what had happened but had MEANT EVERYTHING HE SAID AND DONE!!!! i saw it and i was like omfg…and went back to sleep. i woke up again and then boom it’s fucking gone (because i had never dm’d him prior so you can delete it before they accept the convo). but we never really text after that, just small interactions on twitter. him and my roommate DO text though. and i don’t know i had spoken about it before on here how i thought it was weird how she basically goes after guys i’m too afraid to because i’m so inexperienced :p it is not her first time doing this to me ( i think the first guy was actually using her to get closer to me but he has a gf now and i never brought it up so lolz). now we are all in a little friend group (+ another guy who is his bf and our mutual bf) and idk man. she touches up on him and she got drunk and they ended up on the floor and he was like on top of her and held her face and i fucking malfunctioned a little bit idk. i felt so jealous. that should be ME but i’m poosie and insecure and don’t have any confidence despite the fact he has OUTWARDLY admitted his attraction to me. it’s just this weird fucking like/lu$t triangle and it wouldn’t have even been a thing if i had just not been a wimp and texted him but i always feel like i’m in a state of being fucking stuck and. yeah idk. she doesn’t go for men unless they’ve admitted they’ve liked me before and even if i want to i don’t ever go for it SHE does like YUCK YUCK YUCK!! doesn’t that violate girl code or sumn? anyway……..yerp :p this is my life i wish i could put this into some fucking poetry but i can’t man i’ve had such bad writers block for a couple years now. but ya thnx 4 reading

#long post #long reads #tldr

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Request time with Wilford! After cutting the yellow wire and ending up in the party area from Motherloving, the first thing Y/N does before Wilford can talk about the reader avoiding him is hug him.

"Look, as much as I’d love to stay here Mark, I’m here to warn you not to....."

Before you could explain further, your gaze trailed down to the yellow wire on the ground in front of the campfire.

It looked like it was hooked to the metal pot, yet it appeared similar to the wires you’ve cut in the previous universe--where you had to defuse a bomb for whatever reason. The Mark there didn’t give you any help and just trusted that you knew the right wire to cut. 

Red or blue.

Obviously you didn’t, as it exploded and sent you here. Oh well, it’s not like dying has any consequences if you just ended up in a different reality anyway.

Though curiosity got the best of you as you bent down to pick up this yellow wire, holding a pair of pliers (not realizing you still had them till now). 'Maybe this is the one I was meant to cut? Wonder what would happen if I did..'

"I want off this stupid camping trip." You muttered to yourself, snipping the wire and putting it down.

At first nothing happened, though when you looked back up at the campers, their creepy smiles were gone. They just seemed confused at what you did.

But nobody was more confused than Mark himself.

“...what-?”

The campfire exploded.

'Great job, [y/n]..just start killing off every Mark in every universe who isn’t yours.’ Why not?’

Honestly you didn’t know what you hoped to achieve by doing that. You believed in the “butterfly effect”--especially with this hell of a space trip you’ve endured--but you doubted that cutting a random wire was going to lead you anywhere meaningful.

And yet..that’s exactly what your decision did.

Instead of soaring through a blue wormhole, you could see stars and pink-blue nebulae in your vision, travelling backwards instead of forwards.

Then you got dropped off in front of...sparkly curtains?

A funky disco-pop song was playing as you brushed your hand along them, realizing you were in some kind of night club.

Then you saw someone shuffling backwards into the same room as you, jamming to the song with a drink in-hand. At first you thought this was some “groovy” version of Mark with a pink afro, but the pink and yellow attire was all-too-familiar to you.

It couldn’t have been anyone else except-

“Wilford?”

“Ah!” He nearly spat out his drink as he stopped short in front of you, the music abruptly cutting out. But once he recognized you, he calmed down. “Oh, it’s you! Is it that time already?”

“I-”

“Stop stalling! You’re under arrest!”

The loud voice in the distance startled you. ‘Was that..Abe’s?’

However, Wilford ushered you further backstage, away from the conversation as he claimed they were “still figuring themselves out”...whatever that meant.

You didn’t care, though. You were stunned, beyond relieved, to see him here. After travelling through universe after universe in a fruitless attempt to find Mark, you find someone familiar.

Not Mark, but another friend.

“..and I’m glad I ran into you BECAUSE YOU’VE BEEN-!!!”

You were so overcome with emotion that you couldn’t help but hug Wilford immediately, interrupting his rant. For a moment he didn’t move at all, the drink swishing in his hand, though he sighed and hugged you back.

“If you really think I’ll accept this as an apology for avoiding me......you’re right, I forgive you.” He grumbled, patting your back in an awkward manner. “But don’t do it again!”

“Avoiding you?” You pulled away, grinning with tears in your eyes as you removed the helmet, wanting him to properly see you. “I’ve been looking for you, Will. I didn’t forget about our meeting.”

“Well it certainly took you long enough..” He pouted.

“...you told me to wait and you get upset when I do?”

Wilford was about to answer, but then a small pink wormhole entrance appeared near him, and you jumped back in fright. ‘No, no!! I can’t leave yet!!’

Why did this damn wormhole have to pop up at the worst times? It wouldn’t pull you out of a dumb camping trip but tries to separate you from an old friend..

However Wilford didn’t seem all-that concerned, sighing as if it were a mere inconvenience as he took out his butterfly knife. “No.” He poked the wormhole and you watched as it bounced around, deflating like a balloon into nothing.

You would’ve been surprised, but then again this was the Wilford Warfstache you were talking to. 

Nothing he did surprised you anymore.

“So..that interview, huh?” You cleared your throat.

“..oh right! Now that I’ve got you here, I’m gonna book that right away. I won’t take no for an answer...and I won’t take yes, either. No choices at all, really. Haven’t you had enough of those?” He rolled his eyes, putting the knife away.

Although you were 98% certain he was inebriated, you couldn’t help but feel relief, knowing he understood the burden of choices that was placed on you.

Now it was off your shoulders, at least for a moment.

“Yes, I’ve had way too many lately. Thanks for that, Will.”

“No problemo..oh could you hold this? Thank you.” He handed his glass over to you before he took out a calendar.

As you debated on whether to take a sip or not, you raised an eyebrow at the...rather questionable images on his calendar as he flipped through it. But you just averted your eyes until he finally found a date.

“October 30th, 2019.”

“...huh? But..” You blinked in confusion, looking back at him. “That’s-”

“Oh don’t give me anymore excuses now,” he huffed, taking the drink from you. “None of this “oh is that in the past? Is that in the future? Oh, I can’t wrap my head around this whole timey-wimey thing!”. You’ll figure it out, I’m sure.”

“...alright, I guess I will.”

“Wonderful! Now, you’re already running behind. So I’ll order you a ride since your previous one’s been stabbed by..an unknown assailant.” A small wormhole appeared and he grabbed an old phone out of it, dialing a number. “Probably that old man.” He grimaced. “You don’t mind pink, do you?”

“Not at all.” You shook your head, smiling softly as you saw a larger wormhole being generated. Although you hated to leave him so soon, you knew this mission was more important. “It was good seeing you again."

“Oh yes, yes. We had a lovely chat. Now go “save the universe” or whatever.....ah! Wait! Hang on.” He grabbed your arm before you could jump into the vortex, looking at you intensely. “Have you seen Damien around? I can’t help but feel like he’s been avoiding me on purpose.”

Oddly enough, he was the only one you haven’t seen yet. You did encounter Yancy and the Jims at some point, though no signs of Dark anywhere. You hoped to ask Wilford that but...apparently he was just as clueless as you.

“Sadly no, but I’ll let you know if I find him. Take care, Will.”

Wilford’s gaze softened as he smiled and let you go, watching you snap your helmet back on before willingly entering the wormhole.

Sure enough it was pink, and you heard that funky disco music once again. ‘At least I can have a little fun on this trip.’ You sighed as you came to yet another fork in the tunnel.

Welp, so much for-

“I said no more choices!!”

The left passage was suddenly blocked, leaving you perplexed as to how he could just do that because he wanted to. Not to mention he could’ve been helping you this entire time..

Regardless you headed right, seeing it as your only option. But you weren’t bothered by it.

It’s nice that someone else did the decision-making for once.

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