#but they're so draining. i don't remember what it's like to go a day without my mind just going there on its own

[theophagie-remade]

Extremely cringy that Symptoms get worse when they go ignored

#(--_--) #mytext #like. i'm not comfortable with playing guessing games but i've long made peace with the fact that clearly there's Something going on #now if only that Something would in turn make peace with the fact that we cannot afford therapy that'd be great -~- #it's so annoying... this summer was hell because for the whole time i lived with a perpetual sensation of *things* crawling on my skin #which i'm sure was the result of a bad mix of my entomophobia + having lots of skin exposed + generally worsening mental health #in fact ever since it got colder and i began wearing more covering stuff it has passed but every so often now i get this. terrible sensatio #my chest feels tight. my head gets super on edge as if there were something dangerous or to be scared of. my arms and hands start trembling #and my legs get super weak and it's hard to remain upright or walk or anything. it doesn't last long but it's very intense and i hate it #and then the whole. feeling like i'm not breathing thing is still coming and going. some days it's bad some days not so much #-_- and it suuucks. i do realise that it all points to some anxiety thing obviously but the thing is. idk. #again i personally don't feel comfortable with just naming things myself and what makes me even more reluctant is that these are mostly #recent developments. just things that have and are piling up on top of other things. so. idk. #what messes me up the most i think is the awareness that things that are routine for me aren't ''normal'' for most people #and i just wish it was like that for me too. idk. sometimes i get really... not jealous but bitter? about the fact that i ended up #having to deal with myself. and i hate how certain things are just part of my daily life despite how unhealthy they are #i think that getting used to the suicidal thoughts was the worst. i've never gotten close to trying anything and i don't Want want to #but they're so draining. i don't remember what it's like to go a day without my mind just going there on its own #and i hate the days when i just don't feel anything or nothing Good and all i can do is try to distract myself with any random thing #wack. i think that something i really struggle with... is that i don't know what to blame. on a rational level I Know that there is not #one ultimate answer but at the same time. idk. is my head just like that. is it some mental illness. is it the result of past experiences #and Things. is it my current situation #everything together most likely because people are Complex and there are no easy answers yeah yeah. but still. mmmh #i want a refund. tmi-ing over

[actual-changeling]

In the grand scheme of things, a month is not enough time to really get to know someone, especially if said person is clearly still going through a lot of shit and clinging to his brother like an octopus. They have been spending more and more afternoons with each other, always with Joel in the middle, and he likes to think they're on a good path to being friends.

Tommy might not know Ellie well, but he does know her, and it's easy to see that she is currently incredibly uncomfortable and Joel nowhere to be seen. The dining hall is loud during meal times on the best of days, but today it is outright chaotic, and Tommy remembers how overwhelming it had been during his first few months in Jackson. On top of that, Ellie is so small she can probably barely see through the crowd, just a piece of driftwood caught in the current and pulled along in whatever direction people are moving, and without Joel there to enforce her personal space, she is drowning.

His body is moving toward her before he even notices what he is doing, stopping himself once he does; there's a chance Ellie would be quite upset if he tried to swoop in and "save" her, well aware how much she dislikes being close to anyone who isn't Joel. But then Martin starts talking to her, good guy, usually very friendly, and all color drains from her face, and Tommy decides he'd rather have Ellie elbow him in the stomach than face his brother's wrath over not stepping in.

The crowd parts around him when he moves through it, the distance between him and Ellie closed within seconds, and he stops on her right, keeping himself in her field of vision so he doesn't startle her (he did that once on accident, never again). He nods at Martin, though his feelings are far from his priority right now.

"Hey Ellie, have you seen Joel somewhere?"

Trying to keep his tone light, he has one eye on the people surrounding them and one on her, still trying to figure out where the hell his brother disappeared to, he never leaves her alone if he can help it. He's not quite sure what he expects Ellie to do, but it's definitely not her hands snapping up to grab his arm so tightly it's almost painful, nails digging into his skin. She is shaking, trying so hard to be aware of the room around her that her eyes are almost fluttering, and it takes him a few beats to react.

"Gonna go 'n find my brother with this one, Martin."

It's not a question but he nods, giving his shoulder a quick squeeze before merging back into the crowd, and Tommy is incredibly thankful for that. The second he is gone, Ellie deflates, falling against his side, and Tommy brings up his other arm around her and gently places his palm on her back, relieved when she doesn't flinch. Asking if she is okay seems unnecessary, she clearly isn't, so he just tries his best to provide her with as much space as possible as he navigates them to an empty table in one of the quieter corners near the back exit, casually pushing people away when necessary.

Ellie sinks into a chair and doesn't let go of him, knuckles white, and he settles next to her, keeping an eye out for Joel while talking to her.

"Anything you need, sweetheart?"

The endearment slips out, force of habit, and her gaze is suddenly glued to his face, pupils blown so wide her eyes seem black.

"Don't leave."

"I won't, promise. Do you know where Joel went?"

She shakes her head, fingers around his wrist loosening a tiny bit.

"Alright, I'm sure he'll be back soon, someone probably just distracted him."

They both lean back, the relative silence between them oddly comforting, and Ellie nudges her chair across the floor until their armrests are pressed together, her breaths coming a bit slower and deeper now. The affection curling around his heart is familiar, warmth blooming in his chest, and it's easy to understand why Joel fell for her so quickly and completely it almost killed him. She relaxes while they wait, head tipping to rest against his biceps, eyes closed, and the open display of trust is so sweet it makes him ache. Despite not spending a lot of time together, she clearly thinks of him as someone safe, probably due to his relationship with Joel, and Tommy finds himself hoping that maybe they can build something on that foundation. Ellie is Joel's kid, which makes her family, and Tommy looks out for his people.

It takes Joel about fifteen minutes to finally return to them with a panicked look on his face, clearly out of breath, and he stops dead in his tracks when he sees Ellie half draped over him.

"I'm sorry, baby, someone was asking about some construction work I did yesterday, and-"

"It's okay," she interrupts, blinking up at him and stretching out one hand in a clear demand, "Tommy got me."

Joel stills, eyes flicking between the two of them, and he simply shrugs his unoccupied shoulder, it's not like it's his kid, after all. He takes Ellie's hand and falls into the chair next to her, leaning over to press a kiss to her hair, and Tommy doesn't even try to hide his smile. To everyone's surprise, Ellie stays right where she is, holding Joel's hand with a death grip but still using him as a pillow, and the look he shares with Joel is one of mutual confusion and resignation. She starts talking to him about some space book she's been reading, ignoring the last twenty minutes of her life, and they silently agree to wait out the masses before getting their own food, Ellie seemingly content to force both of them to listen to her ramble about an astronaut he has no idea about.

Yeah, she got them both wrapped around her finger, and Tommy finds he doesn't mind it one bit, hoping that maybe this is not only a second chance for Joel, but for him, too.

#alex writes tlou #the last of us #tlou #ellie and tommy #ellie and joel #ellie williams #joel miller #tommy miller #ficlet #fluff #hurt/comfort #look at me writing happy shit guys look at me go #consider this a little warm up #uncle tommy has me under control rn send help

[a-aexotic]

literally anything angsty with peeta PLEASE IM BEGGING (happy ending maybe)

your ask is command<3, i hope u enjoyed it!

cw's: normal thg stuff, not exactly canon!au, descriptions of ptsd, anxiety attack, killing, and a small kiss at the end<3

The war had ended for the country, but it certainly hadn't ended for you and Peeta. Years of trauma certainly wasn't going to end just because the rebels had finally won. It felt like the war had ended for everyone except you and Peeta.

Peeta was supposed to be happy that Snow was dead. Peeta thought that after they had won, everything he'd endured would melt away. Oh, how wrong he was.

They had won the war externally, but internally, he was still fighting with his inner demons. Sometimes Peeta felt like they had truly won the war because they're dead - they didn't have to deal with the consequences of their actions, it seemed like Peeta was enduring them instead.

He couldn't even rest without getting flashbacks of the war.

You were downstairs, getting everything ready for dinner. Today had been one of the best days you and Peeta have had since after the war. It'd been months and everyday felt like a battle of it's own for you and Peeta, flashbacks haunting you both.

But today, you both awoke with a somewhat fresh attitude. Today was the first day of spring and the birds outside were chirping, the air was getting warmer. The snow melted as well as your negative attitudes.

You and Peeta had both awoken with a smile on your faces; Peeta had slept through the whole night without a single nightmare. It was the first peaceful sleep he'd gotten since, he doesn't even remember.

You were making dinner, humming peacefully as you saw the sun was setting. You were making Peeta's favorite dinner in honor of making it a whole day without a single interruption.

Then, as you were setting up the table, you heard a big loud crash upstairs. Your fight or flight was suddenly activated, and your heart started beating fast. You had started breathing heavily and you felt as though you were back in war.

Your mind was racing with flash backs and you don't even know how, but suddenly you were on the ground of your kitchen, staring blankly as you muttered incoherently to yourself.

You were back in the arena and the boy from District 3 was on top of you, trying to stab you and your chances of surviving were becoming slimmer and slimmer until you grabbed a rock and smashed it across his head.

His body was rigid for a second, his eyes blank. His face drained from pale to grey right in front of your eyes and you saw the life trickle out of his eyes.

He dropped on you, his head head laying right beside you as the blood starting getting on your face and body. He weighed so much, you couldn't get him off of you.

You heard the canon, and the smell of it right after. You were frozen in fear, shaking.

"Y/N!" Peeta saw you sitting on the floor and he ran next to you, putting a hand on your knee. He studied your face; it was blank, no apparent emotion on your face.

You were rocking back and forth and Peeta realized that you were having a PTSD flashback. He'd never seen you in such a state before; you were usually the strong one. He felt his heart break before you as he held your hand; he could only imagine how you were feeling right now.

As soon as his skin touched yours, you jumped in fear and started to cry. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I had to! I had to kill you, I'm sorry!"

Peeta's hand left yours and then he suddenly remembers how he found you once the announcement that two victors could be crowned.

A boy that was easily 2x bigger than you was laying on top of you, dead and you were frozen in fear. He helped you get the man off of you and you hugged him for what seemed to be hours, crying into his chest. He was the only person you had purposely killed.

"Y/N, can you hear me?" Peeta says, his eyebrows knitted in concern as he stared at you. He didn't want to touch you because that wouldn't help and would only make it worse.

Your breathing had became normal again and your shaking had slowed down, you could hear him.

"It's not real, baby, you're safe. You're home. You're okay. It's over."

Your vision was blurry but you could now see Peeta right in front of you. As your vision cleared, you started to cry even more. You immediately grabbed and embraced Peeta in a tight hug, sobbing into his shoulder as he whispered calming sentences to help you calm down.

"Oh, Peeta." You cried. "I-I was back there, back in the arena and-and he was on top of me. Oh, I could feel him on me. His d-deadweight on me, and I-" you couldn't even finish the sentence because of how panicked you were.

Your eyes were red and puffy and you were shaking; Peeta hadn't seen you this distraught since the war had ended. "It's okay, you're safe now. You're here with me and I will never let anything bad ever happen to you again, okay?"

Peeta couldn't bare watching you in such a state of panic knowing he couldn't take it all away. "I've got you now, baby."

"It was going so good, too. I thought we'd finally healed from it, Peeta. We're never going it heal." You had whimpered into his shoulder.

He shook his head. "No, don't say that. We're healing. We've... We've gotten better, okay? We've had no nightmares today and only one flashback. You couldn't say that two months ago, right? That's progress."

You sniffled and you understood what he was saying. He was right. You nodded slowly.

Peeta put his hand on your face and you looked up in his eyes. He smiled at you and then leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

"I'm so grateful for you, Peeta. I don't know what I would've done with you."

Peeta was genuinely happy to hear that. No matter how many times you'd said it, it never loses it's effect on him. "Me, too, love. I love you."

You leaned back into his warm embrace as he rubbed your back comfortingly. "I love you, too."

#peeta mellark x you #peeta mellark x reader #the hunger games peeta #peeta x reader #katniss and peeta #hijacked peeta #peeta supremacy #peeta x finnick #peeta my beloved #katniss x peeta #thg johanna #thg x reader #thg finnick #thg trilogy #thg headcanons #thg fanfic #thg fanfiction #thg imagine #thg rp #thg books #thg clove #katniss everdeen #thg incorrect quotes #peeta mellark #catching fire #mockingjay #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games fanfiction #the hunger games haymitch #the hunger games katniss

[zeephyre]

CRITICAL ROLE CAMPAIGN 3 EPISODE 85 SPOILERS

IM LITERALLY ABOUT TO LOSE MY MIND YALL

Where do I even ??? start ???

I haven't been posting c3 as the episodes dropped in...a while actually, like right before they went to the feywild. i have many thoughts and many feelings about so many things that have happened since then and I'll summarise them so I can get to THIS episode.

fearne and ashton - love their shard powers, they're literally royalty and terrifying, and i want them to make-out. i can't wait to see them go full primordial again in a real combat situation.

imogen - save her. literally save her. free her, even. i love everything about the call of ruidus when it comes to imogen on a narrative standpoint, but...God I get so worried that we're gonna lose her. I don't mean she's gonna betray the hells, but...ruidus could take her and then i would simply perish.

laudna - before i really get into wtf went down this episode with her and she who must not be named, i gotta say... im worried. very very worried. however, that fireball was objectively the best shit ever.

fcg - i can't even really remember anything stand out abt fcg except what Sam pulled last night so.

chetney - still the heart of the team, still my baby girl, still my favourite. love him to bits.

orym - i think laudna is going to beat his ass one of these days and im... even more concerned about that after this episode. his nana morri powers are cool as fuck tho... does that make him a warlock now? i know he isn't multi-classing but wouldn't that be cool

ANYWAY WE'RE ON THE FUCKING MOON AND WE GOT MOON LORE AND EVERYTHING WAS SHITTY THEN FUN THEN SHITTY THEN FUN AGAIN THEN REALLY FUCKING SAD THEN IT ALL WENT TO SHIT AGAIN.

the moment imogen reached out to ruidus and matt mentioned that she could sense where other ruidusborn were i fucking knew that otohan was high tailing it in their direction, and i thought they instinctively knew that too but they probably got so distracted.

we were travelling for hours and had a huge fight that almost got them captured (not to be confused with the OTHER two fights that almost got them captured) and I was begging and screaming and crying for them to get a long rest safely hidden away AND THEN THEY SPLIT THE PARTY WITH BARELY ANY SPELL SLOTS OR HIT POINTS AFTER BEING DRAINED FROM ANOTHER BATTLE WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM

(Sidenote, the willmaster really opened up the door to the further increase in moral pondering in a certain number of hellians. i do think using the harness is disgusting and hypocritical, but i don't condemn them for it, it just...makes me wanna vomit thinking abt what ludinus did with it. not to mention the HUNGER parallels between laudna and ludinus...its just not good yall. also??? objectively funny that fcg seemed weirded out by the idea of killing the willmaster, not just with the harness but in general, considering how many people they've killed up to this point)

idk if its just the inherent terror that an evil old hot lady can inspire that makes otohan so much more terrifying to me than ludinus. like, objectively, ludinus is a worse threat and could wipe them out EASILY but jesus otohan is like the damn reaper to me. it's the trauma from the laudna, fearne, orym massacre mixed with the underlying little drop from their uthodurn romp that let us know that resurrection spells are NOT working and idk if that got fixed bc of time passing or distance from the leylines but i really did not want to test that shit out in real time

thank...god that sam riegel is a damn genius player, that banishment of fcg and fearne was the ONLY reason fcg survived. and thank GOD FOR KEYLETH BECAUSE WITHOUT THAT CLOUD SPELL BELLS HELLS WOULD BE VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY DEAD RN.

God, "otohan has us. run." is going to haunt me just as much, if not more than the almost tpk. it just...shot me straight back to bassuras and the plan to run that just...immediately fell apart.

god fcg truly could have died there. and fearne would be captured. i know the hells would be too stupid and too brave and too loyal to leave fearne with otohan in their cloud form but can you imagine a world where fcg was gone, fearne was captured and the hells had to switch from recon to rescue... itd be stressful but pretty fun.

thankfully it didn't come to that and some good came from the shit.

ruidus is so beautiful. i was worried they'd end being trapped under ruidus while they explored (not that I wasn't on board with the detours, I wish this wasn't a time sensitive mission), but matt's imagery of the fossilized elven structure and garden made me sad but also happy that we got to see it.

i cannot believe that the stupid plan to shove fearne up a water hole happened AGAIN and it ended up with us FINDING A BACK HOLE TO RUIDUS GOD I LOVE THESE CHUCKLEFUCKS WHEN IS THE NEXT EPISODE MATT YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME. WHERE EVEN ARE THEY??? IS IT EVEN EXANDRIA???? WHAT DO WE DO IF IT IS EXANDRIA??? WHERE DID THIS HOLE EVEN COME FROM???? DOES IT CLOSE AND REOPEN??? IS IT STAGNANT?????? IS IT FUCKING STABLE?!?!?!?!?!

God...we could go back to keyleth and the others and actually invade ruidus without encountering the ruby vanguard. (that's if they're alright because otohan did go out onto the battlefield and we don't know what fhe fuck she did when the illusion fell through)

GOD. IS IT THURSDAY YET??? WE HAVENT EVEN FOUND THE RESISTANCE????

#critical role #cr3 #bells hells #critical role campaign 3 #c3 #critical role c3 #critical role spoilers #imogen temult #ashton greymoore #cr laudna #laudna #orym of the air ashari #chetney pock o'pea #fcg critical role #cr spoilers #fearne calloway #c3 e85 #cr3 ep85

[emi-simps]

some kenma headcanons i have

tw; none that i can think of but am open to changing if necessary just send me an ask. :)

a/n: not edited definitely grammatical errors but i'm lazy and don't care :D

kenmas main love language is gift giving.

he definitely gets you your own gaming setup that’s the same as his, but it’s themed after your favorite things and colors.

Do you need one with that much top-of-the-line equipment if you’re just a casual gamer? no absolutely not, and he knows this, but he knows it’s some of the best equipment and that’s why he got it

he also gifts you new games on things like steam without even asking, you’ll just get on and see an inbox full of games or add on's he gifted you.

kuroo jokingly calls him your sugar daddy

if you ever ask why or express that you don’t think you’re worthy of all of his gifts he’s actually so confused cause he’s just so in love with you that the idea that you don’t deserve the best is actually impossible to him 

he also expresses how he’s so thankful for you cause he’s not stupid, he knows being with him can’t be easy cause he’s always so busy and there’s times where he has no time to spend with you even though he always does his best to give you as much time or attention as he can

he’s always ready to drop whatever he’s doing if you need him though, no matter if he’s streaming or in a meeting for his company he’ll always come when you need him.

he’s definitely the type to remember everything, even if you don’t think he’s listening.

if you come to tell him something while he’s gaming, he’ll specifically turn the volume down so he can hear you better, he’d even go as far as to mute who he’s playing with if they get too loud or distracting. 

definitely the type of boyfriend where he thinks you look beautiful/handsome no matter what, even when you first wake up with bed head, morning breath and the lines from the pillowcase on your cheek.

takes off your birthday/anniversary every year, no matter what, if it falls on one of his streaming days, he’ll tweet to his fans that the stream is being moved, he mentions why and won’t even apologize cause his fans know by know that you come first always, and its fine cause they love you. if there’s a meeting that way, he has them either reschedule it or leaves it up to someone he trusts to act in his place.

has a bunch of candid photos of you, ones where you know he’s taking pictures of you as well but there’s just something about candid pictures that make his heart clench, and when i say a bunch, i mean a bunch, if anyone sends him any they're being saved.

his lock-screen and home screen are both photos of you, his password is either your birthday or your anniversary. 

his lap is always open to you if you want to sit and cuddle or chat, even if he’s streaming, he’ll gently kiss your temple and whisper asking if you’d like him to log off, and he knows when your no is genuine and when you’re just saying no because you don’t want to upset anyone.

he’s quick to shut down rumors that you’re controlling, manipulating or abusing him in any way, assuring his fans that everything he does for you he does of his own volition. 

“Kodzuken is a simp” starts trending after that, you and kuroo make jokes about it cause, people just now realized? he doesn’t care though, he’s so i love with you he’d do anything for you.

if he’s ever drained, he’ll absolutely just find you and either plop down next to you and cuddle up if you’re sitting or lying down or if you’re standing just come and hug you before nuzzling his face into you.

#emi.simps #kenma imagine #kenma x reader #kenma drabble #kenma scenario #haikyuu kenma #kenma fluff #kozume kenma #kenma x you #kenma kozume #haikyu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you

[jungwnies]

⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ choi beomgyu | s. safe for work a-z alphabet for txt's beomgyu ! | p. gn!reader x bf!beomgyu ! | g. romance, fluff, headcanon ! | wc. ~1.05k !

⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ requested !

a » affection (how affectionate is he? how often does he show affection?)

i think he's very affection. he's very proud about it, and he's very loud about it. he shows you his affection every fuckin day

b » beginning (what would he be like as a bsf; how would the friendship start?)

he's a good best friend, let's be honest. he's the bestest one ever. he's your shoulder to cry on, he's always there for you, and he's just a 10/10 friend. friendship definitely started in school, and from there it blossomed. it's giving high school sweethearts

c » cuddles (does he like to cuddle; how would he cuddle?)

of course??? he's literally so touchy. i fear he's the big spoon!!! he will engulf you with no remorse fr

d » domestic (does he want to settle down; how good is he at cooking and cleaning?)

yes, at first he was like uhh idk but then he was like yes. he wants to marry you, and he will learn household chores just for you ^.&lt;

e » ending (if he had to break up with you; how would he do it?)

i think he'd tell you in person. and he would start crying before he could even say anything. he's holding your hand while sobbing tell you that it isn't going to work anymore. he was attached to you, but the love wasn't there anymore. he was so sad.

f » fiance (how does he feel about commitment; would he want to get married quick?)

i don't think he's in a rush, but he definitely wants to get married someday.

g » gentle (how gentle is he; emotionally + physically?)

he's very gentle, he's just very loud. he cares about your feelings, he's never laid a hand on you with ill intent.

h » hugs (does he likes hugs; how often does he hug you; what are his hugs like?)

he's always hugging you, he's always got a hand on you honestly!! he's very warm, and he engulfs you with love whenever he hugs you.

i » i love you (how fast does he say he loves you?)

not quickly, but it lowkey slipped out.

j » jealousy (how jealous does he get; what does he do when he is jealous?)

he's very jealous, but he's never aggressive about it. he jokes about it, but he's very much clearly jealous.

k » kisses (what are his kisses like; where does he like to kiss you; where does he like to be kissed?)

they're soft, his lips are plump, and there's a lot of love in each kiss. he loves being kisses on his forehead, and he loves kissing your cheek or the top of your head whenever it's time for bed.

l » little ones (how is he around children?)

he loves them, he plays with them, but sometimes they drain HIM of his energy, so he can't be with them 24/7

m » morning (how are mornings spent with him?)

in bed, he just doesn't get up until prompted to. might get up for a snack but honestly, he just wants to cuddle... maybe more

n » night (how are nights spent with him?)

he's usually doing something, either gaming, watching tv, cooking, who knows. but they're sweet. you guys feel fulfilled just by being in proximity of each other. it's a good distance, but without the distance LOL

o » open (when would he open up; does he say everything at once or does he wait to reveal himself?)

he opens up after like a month. he knows when to trust you he has aa strong intuition me thinks

p » patience (how easily angered is he?)

easily, but usually it's a joking manner. he's never genuinely mad at you

q » quizzes (how much would he remember about you; does he remember every little detail; or is he forgetful?)

he remembers everything, every little detail, every mole, every birth mark, even your fave things, even the smallest things, he is not forgetful with it comes to YOU

r » remember (what is his favorite moment in the relationship?)

he cherishes the beginning, when everything was so sweet and innocent. he always brings it up like, "babe, remember when...."

s » security (how protective is he; how does he protect you; how would he like to be protected?)

he's protective, like he would k*ll for you fr... but also he loves the feeling of also being protected so just show him you love him and you care.

t » try (how much effort does he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he doesn't put a lot of effort, but they are always meaningful, even the most simple things you can tell his heart is in it

y » ugly (what are some of his bad habits?)

he picks petty fights, like the most stupidest ones like "why'd you move the charger," and even if he's being playful about it, sometimes it can turn into a full blown argument

v » vanity (how concerned is he with his looks?)

just a little, sometimes he gets insecure, but its normal and so does everyone, just reassure him you think he's the most beautiful and hottest person ever

w » whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)

yes??? bro literally gets SICK to his stomach at the though of going on tour without you. best believe he's dragging you along with him, he is NOT leaving you behind.

x » xtra (random headcanon for him)

he's dropping the most obvious hints he likes you, literally the most obvious, and you don't realize, he's literally so sad about it, bro is sulking.

y » yuck (what are some things he wouldn't like; in general or in a partner?)

he would notttt like someone who is just like verbally abusive in anyway, or someone who gaslights; but no one should like those kinds of people, BUT FOR HIM he really despises those kinds of people.

z » zzz (what are his sleeping habits?)

beomgyu lowkey snores, and he isn't really a sleep cuddl-er person. he likes to have his own part of the bed, and he takes up little to no space considering he likes sleeping in a straight posture LOL

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[shuttershocky]

let's say, hypothetically, someone picked up Gigantic after reading several of your posts despite never playing a moba before. what kind of tips or tricks of the trade would you give them?

The Closed beta test is finished for now (it was just a one day deal) but there will surely be more before the game (re)releases in April so here's some starter info for you.

Despite the overall game being structured like a MOBA, the actual combat system is based on action games. That means stamina management, 3D combat with verticality, dodge-rolls, jumps, all that good stuff. Even if you have no MOBA experience at all, you'll be able to get into the moment to moment gameplay

When you're new, I recommend playing the Rush game mode. Rush only had one lifebar per Guardian, you can switch characters anytime (like in a team 3rd person shooter like Overwatch), the only objectives are capture points, everyone starts at max level with a finished build, it's basically training wheels where you get to learn how the systems in Gigantic work against live players without having to learn the strategy elements yet.

Once you feel like getting into the real meat of Gigantic, play Clash mode. This is the classic mode the original game shipped with. In Clash mode, you cannot repick your character (so your team comp is determined at the pick screen), you start at Level 1, and over the course of the match you level up and use the upgrade points to upgrade your skills one by one. If you've played through Rush, you should be familiar enough with your chosen character by now to learn how to build them over a match. Another critical part of Clash mode is that you can sacrifice your Focus points (your Ultimate move) to instead summon a creature from your loadout to guard a command point your team captures. This is where the resource management and strategy of MOBAs come into play, as you have to choose between securing territory with creatures, (and different creatures having different abilities to help your team), or having Focus points to use your ultimate skill in a fight. You'll learn through experience.

The most important skill to learn when you first learn to play Gigantic is awareness about where your team is. The minimap shows you the locations of all your teammates. Unless you become really good at combat, you usually want to have the numbers advantage in a fight, as a 1v1 can be a struggle to win, but a 2v1 is going to end badly for the 1 guy 90% of the time. Don't let that one guy caught alone be you!

Contradicting what I said in the last tip (lol), all players actually take bonus damage when attacked from the back, so in a big fight it often pays to break from the team and flank the enemy while they're distracted. If you've played any team-based shooter at all, you know your target: the enemy support.

For very obvious reasons, melee characters are at a disadvantage when out in the open against ranged characters. Move from cover to cover when crossing open areas, melees have an advantage against ranged when they're up close!

They tell you this many times in the tutorial, but it bears repeating: do not fuck with the enemy Guardian who's a giant monster the size of a house. You can attack them in Clash mode to try to steal some power, but these WILL squish you flat if they catch you. If you do attack them like a crazy bastard, remember the gryphon Guardian has fast eye beams and tornado attacks to send you flying, while the dragon Guardian fires slow moving poison that slows you and makes you easy pickings. Both of them can just squish you if they want so be prepared to dodge.

You have a stamina bar that drains when dodging, jumping, attacking, sprinting, using skills, etc. When in a fight, it's important that you save enough stamina to escape in case you realize you can't win that skirmish, otherwise you'll have to limp away and hope someone saves you! On the other hand, draining an opponent's stamina can make them an easy kill for your team even if you don't have the stamina to finish them off yourself (that's why you play with your team nearby!)

Big glowy circles from various characters are often magic shields that reflect projectiles. Don't shoot them, you CAN hit yourself.

When your Guardian is fully powered and rampages across the map, don't get cocky and charge ahead immediately. The enemy Guardian is still dangerous and is capable of killing you swiftly right until the moment your Guardian punches them in the head and pins them down. Every member of the attacking team that dies during their Guardian's rampage gives energy to the enemy Guardian that lets them resist the attack. If you want to do maximum damage, you want to time it just right.

On the other hand when your Guardian is about to get punched in the face, this is the moment to go aggressive. Any kill you score here can strengthen your Guardian's shield, and if you die you can't empower a fully powered enemy Guardian anyway. Score a full 100 power shield and you can completely nullify the enemy Guardian's attack. Don't fall back scared when you hear the enemy Guardian roar, look for opportunities when the enemy gets cocky!

Since every ally slain empowers the enemy Guardian and every enemy slain empowers yours, it is in your best interest to protect your teammates and come to their rescue when they get in trouble. Losing them will only make the enemy stronger, but evening the odds and taking down the enemy together rewards your whole team.

Creature kills count as player kills! If a Creature defends a point all by itself and you take it down, that's a kill for you and power for your Guardian. That also means you must defend your own Creatures. Some of the upgraded creatures that take 2 or 3 Focus points to summon like a Stone Cerberus are powerful enough to fend off a human player by themselves, but don't leave a puppy Cerberus to die!

If you have a skill that says "pushes enemies" on its description, use it when the enemy climbs the level geometry. An enemy with the high ground advantage is hard to fight into, but the right skills can knock them off their perch and send them back down to the floor with you for an even fight.

#Gigantic

[fountainpenguin]

"I'm not the kind of girl to get messed up with you- Hello! ... You're all right, but I'm here, darling, to enjoy the party..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 31 - “Flame (Etho, Skizz, Pearl)”

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Scar files a microaggression complaint with the HALO team. Pearl helps Scott settle in while he recovers from glitchy code. They have a spat that's not about a sticker.

Meanwhile, SnifferMyFeet and Etho separate their souls… and start an honest talk about Sniff's identity as Sniff, not Joel. It was needed. It's for the best.

(First 900 words under the cut)

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Etho - Fox

Status: Resting

Self-taught programmer, full-time hero

💙  💙  💙

He gets it now.

It's like ice in your water. It's like marshmallows in your cocoa. It's like wind beneath your wings. The final week before he's due back in Between (reluctantly, but definitely due), Etho flops on his bed and sprawls his arms to either side. Is he giddy? He doesn't mean to be, but this feels…

… Oh, it's a game-changer. Which is exactly what he texts Cleo after scooping up his admin panel. They won't see it if they've left their private server, and since Session 2 of Dog's Life could be starting any day now, there's no telling how long that may take.

Etho: hey so Etho: remember after limlife 4 or 5 when we talked about burnout?

Grocery shopping. For a family dinner- he and Cleo both made one (like a peace offering) in a way that wasn't really flirty married life roleplay, but more like… regular, everyday person roleplay. Did all their shopping together so they wouldn't cook the same thing. Call it 'date night' if you want; he walked her home and there might've been a little 'dramatic logout' roleplay in there. We don't… We don't need to go into detail about it.

To some people that's romantic and to some it's completely gross. Not really sure why… It's a natural process, isn't it? Soul-eaters can't help being what they are, and you may as well snap at endermen hybrids for struggling with eye contact or shame unthreaded players if they expose their glitches instead of keeping them covered up. This world's too big and life too long for arguing. Do you really want to make enemies and be rude to people who are going to carry the echo of your words for the rest of their lives?

Lend a helping hand. Extend a little kindness. Be polite. Respond to the hurt. Try not to avoid responsibility when others are counting on your strength. Sit with the injured, even when the night is cold. They're simple goals, but so easily forgotten these days.

Etho: I think you said if I felt stuck then I should break my routine for a while

Nothing happens for several minutes. Etho rotates words without meaning through his head, then types out something else.

Etho: you were right. I get now why you go on adventures with Martyn. Why you let him and no one else log you out all the time. Thanks for the advice. Let me know next time you need a favor. Rating this cycle 10 of 10 and I owe you big xD

He takes a long, guilt-free nap in his cushioned bed. Catching up on block updates and videos really drains a guy (especially this close to the end of the Hermitcraft season, not to mention Vault Hunters and a Life series on top of it), but he spent all morning prepping the bed and it's already providing every agonizing tick of its worth. Two hours later, he's stirred awake by a buzz on the admin panel.

ZombieCleo: yay! So glad that worked for you <3 I want to hear all about it. Maybe in a couple weekends you can watch MCC with me and the kids + Martyn? If we catch a minute alone, I can recommend more stuff you might be into ;)

The kids refers to Bdubs and Scar, who skated through Limited Life like energetic teenagers spreading their wings. It's goofy, it's endearing, and Cleo's got her roleplay voice on because she knows it makes him snort. His tail gives a twitch as he tries to keep a smirk from creeping out behind his mask.

Martyn, huh? he muses, but doesn't say that. Cleo circles between lovers, friends, and exes like a pollinating bee.

Etho: whoaaaa Etho: inviting a fox? that's dangerous! ZombieCleo: nose out of your tail, fur boy Etho: dibs on Martyn, I see ZombieCleo: If you're serious about returning the favor, Martyn says Rhetoric's down here and this might be our best chance at smash and grabbing from your mum's museum Etho: Hm… ZombieCleo: I mean, you did leave my eggshell when you rescued Grian and that other soul

Yeah- it looked distressed. Now Sniff's down here. He can actually talk now when he couldn't before. Honestly, not the worst decision he could've made.

If anyone's going to try getting into the Fox Dragon's museum, a fox has the best chance of doing so. It's kept separate from the nesting cave where souls respawn, but even the deadliest traps won't keep foxes out since they'll just respawn. Unless they're traps that can't be dodged even with careful planning, or some sort of system that short-circuits code. The phantom roost is nearby, right? Frankly, phantoms are excellent trackers, they can fly, and they're probably the fastest of all non-swimming hybrids, so a phantom alone provides great security as-is.

Etho: I'll think about it. Not tonight, though. Full moon fox face isn't for me. Also if there are raiders there then that's probably the worst time to show up ZombieCleo: Fair ZombieCleo: I can think of something else, but if you ever get the chance, I want it back Etho: duly noted ✌️ ZombieCleo: btw say hi to Scar and Bdubs when you see them. They've been cracking nonstop jokes since you disappeared. One can only imagine they're attempting humor to bury immense throes of pain Etho: D:

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#trafficfic #EthosLab #SnifferMyFeet #Boat Boys #GoodTimesWithScar #galaxy duo #Scott Smajor #Skizzleman #Joel Smallishbeans #PearlescentMoon #trafficblr #Dog's Life #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #Sort of... It's complicated #(Checks notes) - ''Spent a week digesting the soul of your ambiguous ex-half-husband and now you can finally talk to him'' #''Yeah turns out he's clingy and obsessed. Good luck.'' #I mean the lyrics are right there so y'know what's going down #Dog's Life art #Sniff and Pig #Pixels Imperfect #ridwriting #fic announcement #apparently art #mcyt #This was. a very hard and messy drawing but he's worth it. my goof. also it didn't crumple in the scanner so it's a win for me

[aziraphalesdiaries]

31 st. January 2024

Dear diary.

It has been a while now, since I departed to Heaven.

Since I left earth.

Since I left my bookshop.

Since I... left Crowley.

Crowley... He was so angry, when I offered him to come with me to Heaven. To be an angel again. To be my second in command. I was confused first, wondering, what was wrong with him. Why wasn't he happy? But I was confused by the entire situation. His words.. they didn't make any sense.

He ... confessed that we'd been a team for at least 6000 years, denying that we are. Then, he brought up the idea of running away again. But this time, he seemed so... desperate. He seid, that we 'could have been...us'.

Before I could get any of my thoughts together, he stepped towards me, grabbed me by the coat and ... kissed me.

Good heavens, I can't describe the feeling, can't describe what happened to me.

All these years of disguise, of performing a charade ... a charade of not liking that nasty, courageous and caring, brave, sneaky, charming, dashing, daring bastard... all this collapsed over me like a gigantic house of cards.

I didn't even have the chance to sort out the pieces, when he suddenly pulled away. His eyes, these wonderful yellow eyes, glared at me, awaiting what I had to say. And me? I stuttered, stumbled over my tongue and could onlz think of the sentence, I always said after we had a fight. The sentence that always made everything well again.

'I forgive you!'

Not this time.

I could see his eyes shadow, something broke within them.

'Don't bother!'

He went pale, turned on a heel and stormed out of the bookshop.

I stood there like back in Jericho again, when the walls came tumbling down. Or those poor humans of Sodom who were turned into pillars of salt.

My trembling hand touched my mouth... where his sweet lips had been moments ago. It already felt like eternity.

Before I could calm my thoughts and blink away my tears, The Metatron entered and urged me to leave.

It must have been a reflex. An escape reflex.

The next thing I remembered, was crossing the street at The Metatron's side, stepping towards the lift. Where he told me, what the ineffable plan really was.

The Second Coming.

All colour drained from my face. They're trying it again. And this time, it was, as Crowley had said 'The Big Thing'.

I was wrong.

He was right.

He'd been right all along.

I turned to my bookshop, where Muriel was about to close the door. But my eyes were on Crowley. My dear Crowley, as he stood next to the Bentley, waiting for me to turn away and run to him.

I could feel my heart breaking.

Because I didn't.

I had been tricked.

But if I wanted to save Humankind, if I wanted to save Crowley, my dear beloved Crowley, I had to go to Heaven. I had to be in charge and make a difference. It was the only way.

Heaven would never change.

So it had to be stopped from the inside.

I need some time to get used to my new title. Supreme Archangel Aziraphale is way too complicated, but Heaven insisted on that. So I go along with it as long as I can.

The first days and weeks were just a blurr, since there were so many things to be done. Michael and Uriel hadn't been very helpful. The Metatron kept a very close eye on me, but since I hadn't brought Crowley, his suspicion faded day by day.

I tried to feel at home, at least a bit, but every day without earth, the streets of London, Nina and Maggie and food and coffee and my 4 o' clock tea and - all over that- Crowley, was just bitter and empty. It drained all laughter from my face, made it a cold and stony mask.

I start to understand Gabriel, why he was, like he was. I even feel pity for him.

So I spend my days existing, listening to the orders given from above and give them to others

But today I miracled a small book, a pen and I allowed myself some time to process all those things that happened.

I have to be very cautious, listing all that happens up here in Heaven so that dear Crowley will know properly to make the right preparations.

Because I won't let them down.

Not after I gave away my flaming sword .

I won't let him down. Not again.

Sincerely yours

A. Z. Fell

#ineffable husbands #good omens #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale

[atlas-likes-writing]

Some tips for my fellow fanfic writers who like to write with the Call of Duty lads! I'm not in the military myself (next year I'm going in the army as a combat medic tho) but I come from a military family. Older brother has served in the RAF for 12 years, my ex-stepdad for 22. My biological father served in the US Army and one of my mums was military police. I know a fair amount of shit that goes on (not saying I know everything though. I definitely don't). I'm gonna write a list of the stuff I have read in COD fiction that I've read that isn't entirely accurate and how to make them accurate. If you got any questions feel free to ask! Can't say I'll be able to answer everything though.

Please note that I'm mainly going to be using my knowledge about the Air Force and the Army in the UK. Some things I talk about may be different between the branches so take what I say with a pinch of salt.

Male and female accommodation are separated and if someone is found in the opposite sex's accommodation for any reason (with the exception of maintenance) there will be SERIOUS consequences (like you can get kicked out the military for that shit).

If any SA happens in the military and is brought to court it does NOT go down well. If the accused is guilty it's an immediate dishonourable discharge (and you don't want that because then your pension and shit you've worked for will go down the drain).

I've seen this in a lot of fics with König and Ghost and it really annoys me but Colonel is a higher rank than Lieutenant by a long shot. Like by five ranks (which doesn't sound like a lot but a colonel is one below a brigadier and those guys are fucking evil I swear).

Linked to the above but higher ranking officers do not call lower ranking officers by Sir or Ma'am. Being called that is a compliment and is to be payed by lower ranks when talking to higher ranks. If a high ranking officer talks to a low ranking officer, they'll call them by their rank or their last name/callsign.

Relationships between officers and their subordinates is basically a court marshall in the military if you're not careful. Unless you can prove that the relationship can work out (doesn't usually work) they'll usually move the couple into different sections/squads to keep them separated so they don't become hindered by personal issues. Either that or they'll kick em out. Relationships between two officers is very very very vaguely okay but is still very much frowned upon.

There is a funky term the military use to describe people between the ranks of Lance Corporal and Warrant Officer called "NCO". It's an acronym that stands for "Non-Comissioned Officer". If you're not commissioned that means you're not to be saluted because only commissioned officers can be saluted. Remember that people aren't saluting the person, they're saluting the cap badge on their beret because (if we use the UK as an example) the commission is given by the reigning monarch and you're saluting them instead as a sign of respect. Soap and Gaz are examples of NCOs because they're both Sergeants!

If you're caught bullying someone in the military you'll be immediately kicked out the military within the day so don't even try it.

SAS soldiers are medically trained even if they weren't a combat medic before they signed up for it. Every single member of the SAS is able to perform emergency first aid.

There's actually a bunch of Special Forces in the UK! One is the SAS which we've all heard of but another example is SBS (there's more but I cba to explain all of them). They are of the exact same calibre as the SAS except they're the naval version. They specialise in aquatic shit. There's also the Paratroopers (the guys who jump out of planes and are generally super badass) and the Commandos (also badass, but usually without the plane jumping), as well as a bunch of other acronyms that you're gonna have to research yourself because I can NOT remember them all.

Whenever you enter the Mess (the official name for the canteen or dining hall) headdress of any kind must be taken off as a sign of respect. It's basic mess etiquette. As well as this, you aren't supposed to go on your phone. Also, do not under any circumstances disrespect the chefs. You will regret it immediately. If we go back to the first point though even though Ghost, König, Horanji and all the other mask-wearing folks hide their faces, they're still supposed to remove their masks when they enter. So maybe adapt that into your stories by instead getting a companion of theirs to get food for them!

Sort of links to the above point, but whenever you're at a military base and you're outside, you need to put headdress on. It's compulsory. If they're in civilian clothing they don't (and it's discouraged) but if they're in their in uniform they're supposed to have their berets on.

With the exception of mask-wearing people probably, whenever you go inside you're supposed to take your berets off.

Lower ranks stand to attention when talking to a higher rank as a sign of respect.

You're supposed to be super polite to officers, so if for whatever reason you need to speak your mind or elaborate an idea you can say "Permission to speak freely/bluntly." If your officer is being a dick you can say "Please excuse the tone Sir/Ma'am, but..." but try not to because they'll probably be even more of a dick to you afterwards.

Gambling is a literal no-go unless you're off-duty and off base.

If military personnel go to an event such as a wedding or funeral, they are able to wear their formal parade uniform (if that's the correct term. Please correct me if I'm wrong). Also if someone is receiving a medal they'll also wear their formal shit with the rest of their medals. They would NOT wear civilian stuff like dresses or tuxedos.

This is first aid related but if someone is stabbed do NOT take the weapon out because that thing is the only thing keeping the casualty alive cuz it's blocking up the hole. Take it out and they'll bleed out in seconds.

Salute every officer within 2 meters/6ft of you unless you yourself are not wearing your headdress. If you aren't (e.g you're inside. You're supposed to stand to attention.

If you go inside and you go into an officers office, you put your beret on before you go in and salute them at the door. When you leave you salute them again, leave, take your beret off and go about your day.

If there are multiple officers in one room and you enter, when saluting you need to look at whoever has the highest rank in the room. In most cases in COD fics it'll be to Price, König or Alejandro.

Captain is a lower rank than Colonel.

Officers salute higher ranking officers. E.g- Ghost would salute Price but Price would salute Alejandro if they're deciding to be formal for some fucking reason.

When you salute an officer, the officer should salute back as a way of accepting the compliment.

During official parades, officers carry fucking SWORDS (I'm not joking, look it up).

Punctuality-wise, if you're early to something, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late and if you're late I will send flowers to your gravestone.

Damn this was long. If you got any questions feel free to drop them in my inbox! I'm always happy to answer queries about them. Please reblog so more people can see this!

#yeah good god this was long #worth it though #cod #cod mwii #cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig call of duty #simon ghost riley #john price #captain john price

[pancake-breakfast]

One of the things that fascinates me about the counterattack on the ark in Chapters 3-4 of TriMax Vol. 8 is, best we can tell, it's not exactly a coordinated attack.

You have Luida and the people from Home timing their own attack to coincide with the attack from the Federation Military, but Home isn't exactly talking with the Federation. Whether that's because Knives already destroyed all communications or because Home wants to continue preserving their own isolation is anyone's guess, but the point is they don't have a Federation representative at their war table and they aren't sending a runner or anything the Federation's way. Their plan is just to show up at the right time and the right place.

Luida knows it's a gamble. She's taking it in hopes that Vash shows up, but it doesn't seem like she knows what's become of him. She suspects he's been captured and/or is somehow fighting Knives on his own and needs their help, but she doesn't know that. She's just hoping that, if they give this their best effort, they'll tip the scales in Vash's favor so he can take care of the rest.

Except he can't.

He's being physically restrained, and seven months of constantly battling with Legato's telekinesis has left him drained and weary. Even as the ark comes under attack, Vash remains stuck in his little oubliette, unable to do anything to help. Luida's guessed much of the situation, but one thing she doesn't know is they need a man on the inside to actually get Vash free.

Enter Wolfwood.

We don't have any real insight on how Wolfwood got on the ark at this point, so since the last place we saw him was fighting side-by-side (sort of) with Chapel and Livio, we kinda have to guess he's still working with the Eye of Michael, especially since those two are shown to be on the ark, as well.

But that begs the question: why did Wolfwood wait so long to make his move?

I think Wolfwood kind of answers that himself as he goes up against Legato.

Wolfwood knows that, on any given day, Legato outmatches him, big time. If he's gonna go after Legato and have even the smallest chance of success, he's got to do it while he's worn down.

Maybe seven months seems a bit excessive, but Legato isn't Wolfwood's only concern here. Aside from the Eye of Michael and Chapel, specifically, trying to make sure Wolfwood falls fully back under their influence, Wolfwood also has to worry about Elandira, who's determined to see this through and outmatches him on a similar level to Legato. And then, of course, there's Knives, who could not only make mincemeat of him as soon as look at him, but has the kind of keen awareness that makes it extremely difficult for anyone to do anything in his general vicinity without him noticing.

What Wolfwood needs is an opportunity. He needs a moment where not only is Legato worn down, but all three of the parties with their eye on him are distracted with other things.

We don't really know what the Eye of Michael is up to before they show up to try and stop Wolfwood from escaping with Vash, but presumably they're a bit distracted by the sudden fire the ark is coming under. Elandira is also distracted by the attack, but it doesn't really become a focus for her until a fourth ally decides to make their move.

The Plants. All Knives' sisters that he's been absorbing take this very moment--while Knives is trying to defend the ark--to hit him with another vision, one of all the humans they remember. There's a lot to take in with these people, but I want to focus on just one.

This lady here. At first glance, it might seem like she's holding up a cloth of some kind, but if that's the case, why isn't the cloth bunched and draped where she's holding it? No, this woman is cleaning the glass on the plant bulb, and smiling as she does it.

The plants are bombarding Knives with all their good memories of humans.

This takes Knives down so effectively that Elandira goes from having a light bit of fun to having to compensate for the defense and offense Knives is no longer providing. She's good, but she's not as powerful as Knives, so she's a bit overtaxed trying to fill his role while he's out of commission.

And that's what clear's the path for Wolfwood to finally make his move.

It's difficult to say what exactly the Plants were thinking at this time. Their consciousness is a bit of a mystery to us as readers, and even to their brothers, who are the beings in the narrative that they are closest to. But I like to think they saw this opportunity to help their one brother and fight against the other, and they took it. It would explain why, when they showed their vision of the child and her mother thanking one of them, it was seen not only by Knives and Vash, but by Wolfwood.

But the one thing that really gets me is how this uncoordinated counterattack just flies in the face of Knives' conclusion about humans in Chapter 2 of this same volume.

Knives concludes that if the strain he's about to put on them just causes them to murder each other, then all they are good for is their own self-destruction. On the one hand, there's been a LOT of death because of what he's done, and a good chunk of it is absolutely due to human-on-human violence. But plenty of it is also due to exposure, with the bodies lying where they fell from exhaustion and heat and dehydration rather than due to infighting over what little was left.

When an organized chunk of humanity actually gets an idea of what's going on (which is no small feat with their main source of communications destroyed), they don't decide to hoard resources or thin the population further. They decide to put themselves at risk against superior technology to do their best to defend those who are left.

The Federation Military had no way of knowing they had help on the way. They weren't planning for it or counting on it. Luida and the people from Home knew they risked their way of life and the continued preservation of their cryopods and their own resources if they helped, but they spent three months pulling every spare resource they could to build something that would help, and when they saw the opportunity to back up the Federation forces, they immediately decided to take it.

And Wolfwood... he probably could have lived out his days more simply (I hesitate to say "more easily," since there's nothing easy about what he does) if he'd just bowed his head and gone back to Eye of Michael. But he can't just leave Vash there, even if it's to save his own skin, even if chances of him making it out alive are slim.

When Knives takes away what slim resources humanity has, it absolutely causes more chaos and strife, but it also causes people to band together to do their best to look out for each other... for people they hold dear and for complete strangers they'll never meet. Knives expects it to only bring out the worst, but it also brings out the best.

It's that one thing Vash gets that his brother seems entirely incapable of seeing.

#wolfwood is just the perfect stand-in for humanity and for all the potential vash sees in people #and all the potential knives constantly overlooks and tries to force to be nothing but cruelty #gods i love this story sm #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 8 #manga analysis #pancake thoughts

[silverlining317]

At tea time, everybody agrees

For the #severalsunlitdaylights & @corneliaavenue-ao3 challenge. Day 10:Midnights.

''Miss Weasley, please go ahead''- The High Inquisitor pointed to the seat in front of her.

She had heard from Fred and George, embroidery by embroidery, a detailed image of Professor Umbridge's office, and yet the descriptions did not honor the strangeness of being under the gaze of dozens of cats.

Ginny adjusted her robes and tried to remember the manners classes her mother and Aunt Muriel had insisted she attend as a child. Umbridge nodded, approving of the mimicry she was striving for. Chin forward, shoulders back, ankles crossed. The inquisitor maintained the carved smile. Challenging her to be the brave one to break that silence.

Tic Tac. The clock reverberating on the walls, Umbridge waited a few seconds before looking down and sliding a pink porcelain cup to its end.

"Sugar?" Umbridge asked and with a small wave of her wand, dropped three pink cubes into the cup. Ginny stoped chewing the gum in her mouth and reached over to took a small sip.

"Don't be shy," Umbridge smiled encouraging her to take another sip.

Ginny nodded. She had never tasted something like that. It felt strangely like home. The aroma of a conversation at the end of the school semester, at the kitchen table, laughing with her mother as she told her about…everything. Ginny drained her cup with a big slurp, suddenly forgetting about manners. After all, she was in what could be described as her home, having tea with an almost maternal figure. That was. Suddenly everything was crystal clear. Umbridge was a second mother to her who could tell her everything without fear or shame.

-''Precisely''- she smiled as if reading her thoughts- ''I want you to tell me everything.''

-'' I haven't done a single potions essay in my life. I copied all of Percy's old work'' - Ginny said

-'' My dear, we are not here to judge your lack of education '' - Umbridge gave a pause- ''Why don't we talk about your summer instead''

-''My summer?''- Ginny chewing her gum once again- ''Is it because I lied to Michael? I told him that Errol had crashed and lost his birthday present but I didn't buy him anything because I had no money. ''

-''Michael?'' - said the inquisitor starting to sound impatient- ''No, I don't care about that Michael of yours. Why dont we talk about Harry instead?. Did you spend the holidays together? Anywhere in particular? With someone in particular? Someone like Dumbledore perhaps''

-"Harry, that's the problem, isn't it?" Ginny said, raising the cup again and going for another drop of that elixir. "Everybody wants to talk about Harry, nobody wants to talk about Michael. Which is a shame. He likes me for who I am, isn't strange? Also delicate, but mostly strange. Because until now I have only felt like a monster ….

-'' Were or were not your relatives and Harry involved in a secret organization against the ministry? Are they now? That's how your dear father ended in St. Mungo, perhaps?''- Umbridge pressed.

-"Harry," Ginny said, looking at the cat behind the woman in pink. "He's a real problem, right?"

-'' He is. He is the problem. It's always him'' - The liquid went down her throat gently making it easier to articulate that forbidden phrase- ''Yes, we spent the holidays together. We usually do. Because of Ron, obviously. Just teenagers in a house, not talking that much. Actually, we argued this Christmas. I don't even remember why, but it was his fault. The prophet says it, so it must be right: he is the problem. Everybody agrees. Sometimes I think… I promised never to say it.''

"More tea." Umbridge refilled the cup and Ginny nodded, closing her eyes again to feel the fumes.

-'' Sometimes I think they're right. That he is the problem. Every time he leaves me on the side of one of his adventures and pretends that it is for my own good. The typical phrase that he camouflages. It's so annoying, to hear the covert narcissism he disguises as altruism. I swear sometimes he sounds like some kind of minister's office''

"Ahem," Umbridge coughed but Ginny straightened up, her fingers clenched around her mug.

-'' What adventures do they leave you out of? From some secret group? Of some resistance movement?''

-'' Or maybe the problem is me. Always rooting for the anti-hero''- said Ginny.

-'' Miss Weasley, answer. Is Mr.Potter organizing a secret group among students to overthrow the prime minister?''

Ginny could only laugh

-'' Sorry professor- Ginny said chewing the gum once again- No, he is not. But the other day I had this weird dream I didn't dare to tell anyone until now. I was at detention, in this very same room, only that instead of cats there were parrots and they were saying strange things like blood, quill, tea…''

-'' High Inquisitor, sorry to interrupt but Professor McGonagall is on her way''- Flich enter- ''She demands to know why one of her students was absent from class ...''

-'' Go away''-Umbridge stood up making the cup and sugar jars disappear- ''Quickly run to class and never mention about what we talk. That's what friends are for, right?''

Ginny nodded and grab her things finally breathing again.

Backpack in hand and excruciating pain in the head, Ginny somehow found her way back to the Great Hall for dinner.

-''You guys have to improve that anti-Veritaserum gum'' - Ginny sat next to Fred- ''My head is going to explode.''

"But did it work?" George asked.

-'' Yes, but only because I told him the truth that five years ago we all agreed that Harry is the problem.''

-'' Hi to you too''- Harry said coldly seating next to her.

-'' I mean just because you fix the problems you create that doesnt mean you….and…because… and for the record you cause a lot of trouble''

-'' You know George I think the gum also affects the ability to form coherent sentences''- said Fred causing a big laugh that start to die when she start the retale of Umbridge tea invitation. Minus some details of course…

#hinny #severalsunlitdaylights #corneliaavenue-ao3

[jyndor]

this is for people in the rest of the world who feel like they don't know what to do to help.

fyi activism can take many forms! I work on saturdays and I have clients so I can't just cancel on them last minute for a rally that I have no way to get to, which made me feel really horrible at first but then I remembered that I have clients! I have clients who value what I say and respect my opinions and want to hear what I think about things, and who ask me about various political shit all the time because I've learned how to talk about shit with people throughout my life in a way that doesn't turn them off. I've spent a lot of time educating clients on palestine (when appropriate ofc because I'm not trying to get into a shouting match with someone while I'm waxing their butthole). I know a lot of people in local politics who are so amazing and do so much more than I could ever do, and have made sure they know if they need a body to be on the ground, I'll try to be there but they do in fact need to give me a fair bit of time to make plans. I can't just always be on the ground like I used to be when I was young.

is it enough? no nothing will ever be enough but that's why there's strength in numbers. someone else to fill the spot you leave. in the future I want to offer my services for fundraisers, and I wish I could go be in a march on a random saturday, but I know it takes all kinds. some people have money that they can put to bail funds and mutual/humanitarian aid. some people have access to lots of people who may not otherwise be engaged or educated on issues. some people are able to get arrested on a random saturday. others have their labor/skills: legal representation, cooking and providing water, journalism, technological logistical internet stuff, organizing, making art and literature and posters and things, etc. it takes all kinds. I want to offer up my services for fundraisers in the future because my labor is one thing I've got that I can rely on.

and not everyone is going to be an activist. I do not consider myself an activist at this time in my life, although I was one when I was younger. I will be one again in the future. allies actually do make up the difference.

btw to the people who can show up for protests and sit ins and stuff, thank you. I imagine that for every one of you, there's several of us who aren't able to make it.

I'd love to hear from you guys! how do you help out the causes you care for?

one final note: activists do in fact get burnt out. it's a normal thing that happens. what actual activists don't do is whine about activism fatigue on social media. they take the time they need to regroup and get back into the shit without a fuss. because they understand the stakes.

one thing palestinians are asking of us is that we don't act like they're already gone, like there is no hope. we need to know in our hearts that one day, palestine will be free so like... maybe don't moan about how emotionally draining it is to keep up with this on social media. it's literally the opposite of what they want from us. the least we can do is keep hope.

there's been a shift. I feel it for the first time in the 16 years since I learned about palestine as a teenager, and I'm not the only one who feels this way. keep hope and know that one day palestine will be free.

#i stand with palestine #free palestine #genocide tw #free gaza #west bank #activism #social justice #palestine resources #idk what other tags are people using? i mean theyre all being fucked with so #queers for palestine

[barbex]

“I wish you would write a scene where feelings realization leads to crying with Fenders”. For DADWC 😇🙏

Thank you for the prompt!

🍷🍷🍷 It's truly drunk writing for tonight's @dadrunkwriting, so I'm taking no responsibility for typos and grammar weirdness.

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It's strangely quiet tonight. The mage and him are... talking. Just talking. Civilised, without yelling and snarling. It started down at the coast, Fenris doesn't even remember what he said but somehow Anders launched into a passionate speech against slavery, swearing to tear every single magister apart and Fenris found himself staring at the mage with a strange feeling in his chest.

Now they just walk through the streets of Kirkwall, both reluctant to call an end to the day. Hawke left them a while ago, waving at them from the door of her mansion and Fenris and Anders somehow took it upon them to patrol the streets of Lowtown. He doesn't know why. It's as if they don't want to part, not yet.

He is recalling a meal he once tasted, a tevinter speciality, and Anders compares it to something he once ate in Orlais, guessing at ingredients, herbs. They're distracted. He is distracted. 

It's the only explanation he has because one minute he wonders at the glitter in Anders' eyes and the next his ears are ringing and the lyrium in his skin is burning and the setting sun blinks through a wall of templar armor. 

They're threatening him, not Anders. "Feels like a mage", one of them says with a feral grin. "Smells like a dose," another leers. They step closer, five of them, too many to kill all at once, not here, in his small alley where he can't swing his sword. 

And then Anders steps in. His simple part time walking stick, part time spear, glows with the fade, crackling as he slams it into the ground, making the cobblestones vibrate. He takes out two templars, skewering them with ice shards and then burning them to ash. Fenris sinks his fist in one templar, taking out his heart, and then into the other, who steps forward as if nothing could hurt him. But the last one, smarter than his friends, side steps behind Anders, casts Silence, and then plunges a knife into Anders' neck.

Fenris can only watch as Anders stares at him, his hand pressed against his neck. Blood wells up between his fingers, so much blood. The templar runs off, and Fenris catches Anders in his arms as he falls. Anders' eyes are open, looking at him, his mouth silently opening and closing. 

"Can you heal?" Fenris asks, pressing his hand over Anders'.

"No, silenced," Anders presses out. Blood drips from both their hands, sluggish but steady. Fenris fumbles for a health potion, pouring one half over the wound and dipping the rest into Anders' mouth. The bleeding slows, but Anders' eyes roll back and he hangs like a sack of grains in Fenris' arms.

Fenris carries him to Hawke's mansion, kicking the door until Bodhan opens it with a loaded crossbow aimed at him. "Serah Fenris, my apologies."

"Help." Fenris carries the mage past Bodhan into the hall. "Hawke! Come here!"

"What?" Hawke appears at the top of the stairs and starts running down when she sees them. "Shit, fuck, put him on the couch there. Bodhan, fetch the injury kit, please." She's by his side in the blink of an eye, efficiently checking the wound. Bodhan hands her a bag and she is busy applying a poultice and bandages. 

Fenris steps back. He can't do anything and he doesn't want to be in the way. His hands, arms, and his armor are full of Anders' blood and he walks to the washroom to clean himself up. Pink water swirls down the drain as he cleans his hands. Anders' blood. 

"Fenris?" Hawke puts her hand on his shoulder, waking him from a strange kind of stupor. His hands are cold, still suspended in the cold, pink water.

"How..." He just looks at her, lifting his hands from the water. 

"He's going to be fine, he just lost a lot of blood." Hawke takes a towel and dries his hands with it. "How are you?"

"I'm... I..." Tears fall from his eyes and his breath turns into a heaving sob. "I nearly lost him."

"I didn't know you felt this way," Hawke says quietly.

Fenris hasn't cried in years but now he can't seem to stop, the tears just roll down his cheeks, gathering in the corners of his lips. They taste salty.

"Come," Hawke says and takes his hand. She leads him over to the couch where Anders rests. He looks pale, nearly as white as the thick bandages at his neck but he breathes evenly.

Fenris stops, letting his hand slip out of Hawke's grasp. "Will you watch him?"

"No."

"What?" Fenris stares at her. 

Hawke grins at him. "You will watch him. And don't give me that 'I must keep my feelings secret because I'm a tortured soul' bullshit." She grabs his hand again and pulls him to a chair next to the couch. "Sit your ass down and don't you dare sneak away." 

"Hawke, I... I can't." Despite his protests, he sits down, looking at Anders.

Hawke looms over him, pressing him deeper into the chair. "I have never seen you cry. I have never even seen you show a strong emotion, except for when you hiss at mages. And now you cried because Anders nearly died and I may be a romantic idiot but you're gonna stay here, and hold his hand, and when he wakes up, you're going to tell him that you're happy he's alive. Understood?"

Fenris takes Anders' hand, wrapping his fingers around it one by one. "Why is this so important to you?"

Her face turns dark. "Because happiness is scarce in this shit town." She straightens and looks Anders over. "He'll be fine. I'm going back to bed." She puts her hand on top of his, the one that is holding Anders' hand. "It's your life, Fenris. Don't run away from it."

Hawke leaves with a nod, climbing up the stairs. Fenris pulls the chair closer and watches Anders breathe. Another tear adds to the salty taste in his mouth. He nearly lost him and he didn't even know what that meant.

#fenders #Fenris #Anders #fenders fic #Fenris x Anders #dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #my writing

[ben-learns-smth]

first months as a (substitute/supportive) teacher - some thoughts (an incomplete list)

autumn holidays start on friday, so I thought I'd write down some thoughts on my experience of the last 2-ish months. I definitely have some growing and learning to do, it shows that I'm only half-trained for this

surprisingly I enjoy working with the smallest (grade 1/2) the most. it's partially that (unless they need me for substitute lessons) I spend the most time in that class and have gotten to know the pupils quite well. I know the routines of the class and I got into a great rhythm with the main teacher

the pupils are opening up a lot more about their interests and their lives, striking up conversations with me when they see me in the yard during break. I'm glad that I don't seem like a stranger to them anymore!

substitute lessons without tasks prepared by the teacher are more draining than I expected them to be. I also lack skills for coming up with substitute lessons for my subjects (let alone other subjects) bc I have very little experience of what they're already supposed to know/be able to do. especially in english lessons it's hard to find an appropriate level

being the only visibly and out trans nonbinary teacher is exhausting. I'm looking forward to the day when I've given substitute lessons in every class so I can stop explaining myself. I don't mind explaining queer topics to children and it's important to have those conversations but I'm the only one having them bc I have to, bc my genderqueer appearance raises questions and if it doesn't introducing myself as mr./mx. does.

related to that I'm excited to work with another colleague on a diversity concept for the school that focuses on queerness. our main objective will be to raise awareness in teachers and students

I still struggle to find an appropriate mix between being strict and being fun. with some classes it works well, with others I need to be stricter than I'd like to be, with others I need to ease off a bit.

schools are incredibly gendered spaces and while I obviously knew that it still caught me off guard (and tbh I think it's having an influence on my habits which I Don't Like At All). everything is very clearly divided into boys and girls. I'm generally good with gender neutral language, but compared to my first weeks I jump to use gendered terms much quicker now (example: saying "the girl in the red jumper" instead of a neutral version when I don't know their names yet), including when I talk about myself which feels weird

good quality sleep is so important. being a teacher is super demanding, especially in some more chaotic classes and showing up with only a few hours of sleep is Not It

being able to remember names really well really fast is a super power and I'm grateful I can do that every time I meet a new class for a substitute lesson. the kids are impressed (teachers too), but most importantly it creates a different atmosphere in the classroom. (it's also easier to remind them of class rules when they need it)

so far, the past months have confirmed what I've been thinking for a while: teaching is something I could do, but I'm less sure if it's what I want to do in the long run. so even though I wasn't able to start deaf studies this winter I'm sticking to my plan: try out deaf studies for a year (starting next autumn) and work on the side, then decide if a) I keep going like that to do the full deaf studies b.a. b) I pause deaf studies to do my teacher training and then evaluate again or c) I do my teacher training and pick up uni classes for fun after

#I think there would be more thoughts if I weren't so tired #if you read all of that and are still reading this thank you and I love you and please have some water #mine #bente rambles #teachblr #studyblr #uniblr #knife gang

[morlock-holmes]

Man, this is taking me back the misty water-color memories of scams I dealt with.

Of course there's the poorly spelled fishing emails and the robocalls about a problem with my car's "warran-TEE" always with that strange emphasis on the last syllable. I was always fairly certain that my car's warran-TEE probably didn't need to be updated on the grounds that I don't own a car, so it's probably okay to go without a car warran-TEE.

These have massively fallen off, and apparently that's due to more emphasis on busting up scams on the part of the Biden administration.

In terms of in-person stuff, I answered phones at the restaurant during the day before we opened for dinner, which is when sales people cold call the restaurant, which means it's also when scammers pretending to be salesmen call the restaurant.

Here's where I wish I could remember better what the scammer actually said. It was something like "Hi this is so and so with company, we are doing a routine service call, may I speak to a manager?"

So I said, "So we buy products from you?"

"No, this is just a routine service call, so-"

"So you're looking to sell us something? I can take your info and we'll get back to you if we're interested."

"No as I said this is a routine service call

"Okay, I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you're saying, what exactly is a service call?"

*sound of a scammer aggressively hanging up the phone*

I didn't even know for sure it was a scam until they unceremoniously hung up on me for asking too many questions, I just knew the manager had told me they weren't interested in picking up sales calls.

Then there was one that honestly I found kind of fun. This lady started a few conversations with me at my stand outside the restaurant, random small talk at first about stuff going on nearby, then later a little bit about success and the economy, and eventually she told me she was being mentored by a self-employed couple and if I was interested she'd lend me some of the books she was reading,

The first was the Go-Giver, a harmless business parable about, essentially, networking by being a nice person. If you get a reputation as a helpful guy who goes a little bit out of your way to help others succeed, they will then think of you when they're starting projects and go, "Hey, I want that helpful guy to be on this project" and you'll actually profit from those selfless impulses in the long run.

It's all a little bit corny and since it's a business self-help book there's a slightly unpleasant undercurrent of greed, but I've heard basically the same advice from plenty of successful freelancers it all seems innocent enough...

Or is it?! The plot of the book involves a guy who is stuck in the rat race, not getting anywhere, until a friend promises to introduce him to a mysterious business guru who helped him get ahead...

And the lady who gave me the book was being mentored by a mysterious couple who wanted to help people in the community and she could introduce me...

Lending me Robert Kiyosaki's "The Business of The 21st century" was over-egging the pudding. A confused, morally bankrupt attempt to sell people on the idea of "Network Marketing" by an unscrupulous man who admits he doesn't actually do network marketing. Rereading the bad reviews on Goodreads, I had remembered how incoherent the economic ideas in the book were, but I had forgotten the off-putting air of amoral greed Kiyosaki suffuses the book with.

Network Marketing, as you've no doubt guessed, is a euphemism for "Multi-Level Marketing" and the book is an incoherent attempt to trick people into it by playing on greed and selfishness.

Ex-President Donald Trump wrote a section. I hear he's going to drain the swamp.

I'm much more timid in real life so I think I said something like, "This just doesn't make sense to me and I'm not interested, but thanks" and that was the end of that.

That one was fun, there was an air of mystery about it, like getting inducted into a real-life Cthulhu cult.

The second and third time people tried to hit me with that pitch though, it just made me feel like I had a big sign saying "Rube" taped to my back.

To this day I wonder how bad the Go-Giver really is. Is it an innocent and harmless business parable and Amway just latched onto it and modelled their recruitment pitch after it, or is there a deeper, more sinister partnership at work?

The guy who got me was the guy selling magazine subscriptions on the sidewalk. He had a really bad family situation and he had to move away, and he'd only been in town a few weeks, didn't even have a job yet, didn't really know anybody, but he was selling these magazine subscriptions for commission while he looked for a job. I genuinely can't remember if he asked for my credit card number and I wouldn't give it out, or if he was just unambitious, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, Yeah, you have a therapist appointment to get to but you can pay cash, there's an ATM half a block away, it won't take much time.

I ended up giving him some small amount of cash ($40 I think) and my mailing address on an official looking piece of cardboard where you could check off the magazines you wanted to receive and walked away feeling pissed about being 15 minutes late to therapy, but it wasn't until I was thinking about it two years later and going, "Hey! I never go those magazines in the mail!" that I realized he was a scammer and not just an unpleasantly pushy salesman.

I don't know if I have a conclusion, really, I suppose I just find something interesting about scams. Perhaps you'll encounter something similar and be forewarned.

#scams #Scam alert