#different things when we're really not. But I have been assured by people I've talked to about it that they can GENUINELY really see

[icewindandboringhorror]

I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :

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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )

#tumblr polls #hrmm... a little poll perhaps.. about a subject I find interesting.. since this image came across my facebook today #still really not feeling that well. no longer shaking violently and such but I still feel weird and weak much more than usual #They did say my markers for like infection or inflammation were elevated but that they werent sure of the cause so hopefully #it's nothing too serious. they did also say a lot of different things can cause that thing to be higher than normal but didn't go into spec #fics of what. maybe some of them are relatively benign or something. I still havent felt much back to normal since #I got really sick that one time though. I feel fine on and off but then little bouts of feeling weird and sick happen. hrmmm #ANYWAY.. looking for small ways to be productive. such as little doodles on evil ipad or editing game videos #or posting polls or cat pictures or some other like not very labor intensive things #I WISH I COULD FOCUS on writing HHRGGhh... I need to finish my game.. it would be so freeing.. a project that's been looming #over my head for like 5 years even though througouht that 5yrs I've probably spent a total of 3 months working on it lo.. ANYWAY #I still partially really cannot beleive that people CAN see stuff in their heads. There's always part of me that's thinking like. well mayb #e everyone DOES see the same exact thing but we just describe/conceptualize it so differently that we think we're talking about #different things when we're really not. But I have been assured by people I've talked to about it that they can GENUINELY really see #stuff in their heads like as vivid as an actual picture in real life or something. And the other senses are neat too. Like for exmaple I #can hear in my head much better than I can see imagery. I still CANNOT hear vividly like as if I were listening to actual music out loud.. #but I think it's developed more than my sight. AND interesting how this varies the creative process. a friend I was talking to on the phone #said they write by literally just watching stuff play before them like a movie. where my process is COMPLETELY different. AND that affects #the content/what details we focus on as well as our individual styles of writing have differences that can be traced back to that.. hrmm

[prettyboyrry]

hi!! i’m so so sorry i haven’t posted any content in a week but i’m back :)) i totally did not expect you guys to like that last one as much as you did but i appreciate it so much. this one is actually based off of an audio from my absolute favorite nsfw va ever so please please please go listen to it before you read. i kind of did some things different just for fun but the concept was too good not to write about. hope you enjoy<3 below is gonna be a link to jupiters audio :)

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I flinch as the same stupid jump scare pops up as the last 15. If you told me this morning instead of having a chill day to recharge and cuddle with my beautiful girlfriend I'd be sitting in a movie theater watching a movie she was oh so excited to see that it deterred her from cuddling with me, I'd be pissed.

Which I fucking am. I'm sitting with my arms crossed, my lips in a pout and my eyebrows furrowed together just to make it all the more dramatic. This isn't even that aggravating I just wanna make her feel good so we can go home and she can hold me like I deserve after being so good for her all week.

"What's the matter baby?" I'm snapped out of my angered internal rant by abby's sexy raspy voice I have to pretend doesn't affect me so I can keep up my act. It's so hard when she's looking at me with that smirk on her face that makes my cheeks warm up.

"Nothing." I grumble, not very politely might I add. I can see her intake a deep breath trying to calm herself before she answers me. My attitude clearly being uncalled for. I know this isn't as big of a deal as I'm making it but I just want her attention so bad I'm losing it.

"You wanna try that again?" She asks. I flit my eyes over to her to check her demeanor and she's becoming more and more aggravated with me by the second which is valid I'm getting snappy with her but it's for a good reason. Kind of.

"Nope i'm good." I reassure her but she doesn't miss the way I roll my eyes at the end for good measure. I just want her to fucking touch me at this point it's what I've been craving all week but all she wants is to see a dumbass movie we could've watched in the comfort of our own home instead we're now surrounded by a bunch of college students who had nothing better to do.

"I really hope that it's just because it's dark in here i just saw your eyes roll" she assures me "because you would never ever be that rude to me right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" i whisper to her,"just shut up and watch your movie you care about oh so much"

She raises her eyebrows at what I've just said to her. I'm practically shaking at what's to come. The anticipation is killing me. Is she gonna let us go home? Keep watching the movie? Or mayb-

My internal rambles are cut off by her snaking her hand between my thighs and cupping my heat. I bring my hand down to the arm of my chair and grip it tightly. The feeling of her large hand on my clothed cunt are nothing short of orgasmic.

"You know" she starts, leaning over whispering into my ear "I've been teasing you all week waiting for you to get this needy. I saw your puppy dog eyes when i came in from work waiting to be fucked like the good girl you are and knew I had to mess with you. I don't wanna see this stupid ass movie"

My breathing hitches when I feel her pull down my panties from under my skirt and the cold air hits my pussy. I groan watching her slide my panties into her pocket.

"But what I do wanna see, is you try to keep quiet while i fuck you around all of these people." She says in a husky voice that's making me practically drool.

I gasp at the revelation and that's when I finally notice the shape of her strap sitting pretty in her grey sweatpants. I squeeze my eyes shut when she starts to use her thumb to rub circles onto my clit not starting off slow at all but going at a pace that's making me soaking wet. I let out a strained whimper but remember where we are so I quickly jerk my head over to her and shove my face into her neck leaving hot kisses to try and quiet myself.

"Fuck, you're so hot" she groans,"I'm gonna put my fingers in now okay?"

"yes yes mhm," i cry pathetically to her, feeling so embarrassed at how worked up i already am.

"I bet they're gonna slide right in at how fucking soaked you are" she practically laughs at me "such a whore, hm?"

I nod frantically grabbing onto her bicep hoping she gets the memo and puts her fingers inside me.

"nuh uh" she tutts "when I ask a question you answer it"

"Yes yes abby i'm your whore, all yours" i whine," please."

"shhh" she says "need you to be quiet baby, I know you're needy but do you want everyone to know that you're my little whore?"

"Actually, don't answer that" she rephrases, knowing what my answer was gonna be.

I go to make a snarky remark but am cut off when she skips warming me up and slams two fingers into me.

"oh god please" I don't even know what I'm begging for at this point I just want her.

My brain has turned into complete mush because all I can think about is the way she's curling her fingers just right into the spot that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head and my teeth biting into my lip so hard I can feel myself bleeding a bit.

I cry out desperately when a particularly harsh thrust is delivered and I let my pitiful moans out.

I whip my head up when she stops thrusting her fingers into me to see her practically seething at me.

"Your moans are for me and for me only" she orders,"so what's the issue hm?"

"i know i know m'sorry" I apologize "i'm trying to stay quiet but I can't"

"fix it" she says very sternly.

"yes ma'am" i respond politely.

I immediately fuck up when she slips her fingers back into me with no warning so of course I let out a small moan I couldn't mask. She smirks knowing I was gonna do that and looks up at me darkly.

"poor baby, doesn't know how to listen" she says in a sweet tone but what she's about to do to me is everything but sweet, "it's okay honey, I'll help with that."

Before I can ask what she's gonna do, two fingers get shoved down my throat.

"Since you don't know how to be quiet I'm gonna do it for you huh baby" she asks, knowing I can't answer.

She continues what she's doing under my skirt but instead of just pumping her fingers at an incomprehensible pace, she adds her thumb, continuing the circle motion she was doing on my clit earlier. The combination of the two makes me double over gripping the arms of my theater chair tightly trying to get some type of leverage.

The erotic feeling of this combined with that fact that we could get caught at any moment makes my let out a shaken moan into her fingers that are covered in my saliva. My abdomen begins to tighten when she continues hitting that same spot inside of me that makes me scream. I've had some of the most life altering orgasms when I'm with her but this time it feels completely different.

"mm i-" i try to speak to her through the fingers that i mine as well be choking on with a frantic look on my face at the feeling that's washing over me.

"I know I know lovie," she hums working me through it,"just let it happen"

I nod at her, feeling safe.

"fuck fuck I'm coming, oh my god please" i chant out a mantra of her name and curses as a feeling hits me I've never felt before all at once. My body is twitching all over and my legs are shaking so violently in my seat that she lays her arm across them so no one notices. The feeling that's happening in my stomach is making hot tears stream down my cheeks.

"holy fuck that was hot" she says gruffly after I come down from the most intense orgasm I've ever had.

I look down to find a small puddle of my orgasm in the seat below me realizing that I just-

"I've never made you squirt before what the fuck" abby is looking at me astonished.

"I made a mess" i look at her with a pout slightly embarrassed at this new experience but also feeling like I'm on cloud nine.

"mhm," she hums, pulling me onto her lap facing her "and you're gonna make another one on my lap."

I'm caught off guard when she slides her sweats down just enough to where her dick comes out of her pants. She grabs onto it sliding it back and forth on my sensitive folds making me shudder. I remember we're in a movie theater when she grabs the blanket we brought with us and places it over the both of us to cover the lewd scene happening underneath.

"Can't have everyone seeing your pretty little ass grind on my cock now can we?" she questions me.

"no abby" i whine, "may I have a kiss"

"Of course you can angel" she smiles leaning in planting a long, loving kiss on my lips that reassures me that we're both on the same page and I'm always safe with her.

"Now be good for me and fuck yourself on my cock" she orders, to which I immediately comply to.

I grab onto her shoulders for leverage and bounce lightly up and down onto her to get any sort of friction getting rid of the achy feeling in my tummy from how much I've wanted her.

"The next time you think about being a little cunt to me instead of telling me what you need" she punctuates her sentence by thrusting up into me very harshly making me bite down on her shoulder "I hope you remember how hard it's been to stay quiet in a movie theater and how if you would've just asked for what you wanted at home I would've given it to you and more"

I continue grinding fast and hard on her lap feeling her cock bulge out of my tummy at the angle.

"m'sorry just want you now please" i whine into her ear.

"I know you are baby, it's okay" she reassures me.

My orgasm is coming much faster than the first one due to how sensitive I am so all I need are a few more thrust before that familiar feeling in my belly starts to form.

"god i can hear how soaked you are over the movie" she whispers into my ear trailing hot kisses down my neck. I gasp out into the air when I'm hit with a harsh thrust from her and her very last kiss lands on my boob where she stays, sucking and biting down softly creating bright red hickies.

This is all I need before I'm thrashing against her begging for mercy as she notices my lack of grinds, taking over and fucking up into me clearly not caring about the people around us helping me ride my orgasm out.

"abby, fuck, they're gonna hear me" i cry to her.

"shhh it's ok darling keep going" she hushes me bring her hand down between us rubbing my clit in circles as my orgasm ends making my legs shake in overstimulation.

I freeze when I hear a voice other than abby's but before I can look my head is being covered by a blanket.

"Is she alright" the other voice asks.

"yeah she's fine" abby says in a bored tone clearly pissed we were interrupted.

"just checking" the person says to which abby hums to.

"thanks" is all I hear from her before the person's footsteps lightly fade away.

Abby lifts the blanket from my head smoothing back my hair and pecking my lips three times.

"round three at home?"

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i wrote this half asleep so really hoping i don’t regret publishing this tomorrow but bye bye ily mwahh

#wlw concepts #wlw community #wlw smut #wlw #lesbian smut #abby anderson #abby x you #ellie williams #the last of us #abby the last of us #wlw post #abby x fem!reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #fem reader #mutuals #tlou #soundgasm

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

part 4 of flames?? im HOOKED u dont get it we're actual masterminds

I'm sorry it took so long for me to put this out. I'll get to the 5th part this weekend:)

Flames - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: You're trying to give Ethan a chance with your daughter, but Chad isn't so trusting.

Contains: Angst, a smidge of fluff, Ethan trying to learn how to be a dad, mentions of mental health.

A/N: Y'all...I'm convinced that some of you can read my mind because I'll think about something I want to write(esp. when it comes to spicy stuff), and then one of the sweet anon's on here will request it. I stg some of the things I've gotten requests for have made me fucking BLUSH.

After Ethan went to bed, you struggled to fall asleep. You still felt a little uneasy about him being in the next room over, and not having a true understanding of what he’d actually be capable of. Finally, the exhaustion kicked in and you drifted off. You woke up a few different times during the night when she started to cry, and Ethan ran in the room ever single time, desperate to help.

Once the sun started to peak through the gap in the curtain, you stirred awake and looked over to see River awake in the bassinet.

“Hey, sweet girl,” you said, scooping her up in your arms. She started to coo, the soft sounds making you smile.

You walked out of your room to the next room over, quietly pushing the door open as you saw Ethan in a deep sleep. You noticed his backpack on the ground in the middle of the floor, and started to think about how he needed laundry done. You reached down to grab it, before quietly sneaking back out of the room.

You went to the nursey to change River, before heading downstairs to play with her for a little bit. Once she fell asleep again, you grabbed his bag again, and went to the laundry room.

You started to pull stuff out of his bag, a few bottles of medication falling to the floor.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself, reaching down to grab them. You started to look at the medication names and pulled out your phone to google them. One was for anxiety, one was for depression, and one was a really strong anti-psychotic med. It might’ve been wrong to be that nosey, but you needed a better understanding of his mental health.

You sat them down on the counter in the room before starting the laundry. He soon walked downstairs, desperate to find you.

“Hey,” you smiled, your face dropping once you noticed his nervous expression. “What’s wrong?”

“I need my meds,” he panicked, looking around for his bag.

“They’re in here,” you said, gesturing to the laundry room. He saw them all lined up, feeling a little shame as he reached for them.

“Thanks…if I don’t take them when I’m supposed to, I don’t act like myself,” he said, calming a little as he opened the bottles and got a pill from each one.

“Do you need water?” you asked as he shook his head, dry swallowing all three pills at once. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

“I’m okay. You’ve already done so much for me,” he said, as you walked out, him following closely behind you.

You went to the living room, the two of you making small talk when your mom walked through.

“I’m going to work. I’ll be home late tonight, but I sent you some money for pizza or whatever you and your friends want to order tonight,” she said, before looking down to smile at her sleeping granddaughter. “She’s just so precious.”

You sleepily smiled at her, as she grabbed her purse to walk out the front door.

“When should they be here?” Ethan asked, referring to your friends.

“Actually,” you said, pulling out your phone to check the time, “Any minute now.”

He started to get really anxious. He was hoping he’d have a little more time for his meds to kick in before he had to be face to face with more of the people he hurt, especially Chad. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he was about to find out, as he heard light tapping on the front door.

“It’ll be okay,” you tried to assure him, as you got up to walk towards the door.

“Hey! Where’s that precious little angel?” Chad excitedly asked, turning the corner towards the living room. He stopped in his tracks the second he saw Ethan. The rage that built inside of him for months started to come to the surface as Tara walked in behind him, her eyes going wide. “What the fuck is he doing here?” Chad yelled, walking over to Ethan. He grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him up, so he was face to face with him.

You bolted around the corner, trying to step between the two boys as Chad stared Ethan down.

“Sleeping baby, right there,” you said, gesturing towards River as Chad face softened a little. “I know you’re pissed, but you need to calm down.”

“Yeah, babe. Let’s go outside for a minute,” Tara said, as he let go of Ethan’s shirt.

He listened to Tara, as they started to leave the room. He turned to look at Ethan one more time before he softly spoke. “If you hurt either of them, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Ethan didn’t say anything, he just stood there. He had so many different emotions on his face as he tried to pull it together, once again running through all the steps his psychiatrist drilled into his head before he was released from the hospital.

“You okay?” you asked, once Tara and Chad went outside.

He shook his head as he started to cry. You sat down on the couch and grabbed his hand, pulling him down to sit with you. Your arms wrapped around him as he sobbed into your chest.

“I’m so sorry, for everything,” he cried, “I think I should probably go.”

You pulled away to look at him, “You knew how this could go…Don’t try to run away from us the second you’re making progress.”

He wiped his tears as he looked up at you, “I’m making progress?”

“Yes, Ethan. It’s going to take a lot more work, but you’re already doing such a good job with her. Don’t let anyone else make you feel like you aren’t supposed to be here with me…or be here with her.”

You felt yourself start to tear up as you heard Chad and Tara walk back inside. Ethan intently watched Chad, not knowing what to expect as he sat beside him on the couch.

“Why are you here?” Chad questioned; his voice significantly calmer than before. “You fucked your life up, so you come here to get her to put the pieces back together?”

“Chad, stop,” you warned, as Tara chimed in.

“Just tell him what you need to say, Chad. Don’t be an asshole. He is River’s dad,” she said, looking over to the sleeping baby.

Chad sighed, looking at Ethan, “I don’t fucking trust you, and I don’t like that you’re here. You fucking hurt me, dude. I defended you time and time again whenever you were accused of anything. You know how awful I felt when I found out you were a part of the reason we were fucking terrorized and almost killed?”

The guilt was all over Ethan’s face as he tried to think of the right things to say to apologize, but there weren’t any. He knew he fucked up, and he knew that it was going to take a lot for the people he cared about to even begin to trust him.

“I’m sorry, for everything,” Ethan finally said, as everyone’s eyes were on him. “I tried to stop it, I really did.”

“We know you did,” Tara said, as River started to wake up.

Chad got up and walked over to the bassinet to grab her. She stopped crying the second she was in his arms. Ethan watched the interaction, feeling sick to his stomach. You reached down to grab Ethan’s hand, attempting to comfort him before he had a chance to show the emotion that was building.

“We missed you,” Chad whispered to the baby, as he sat down beside Tara.

You let them bond with her as you sat with Ethan. “You’re still her dad,” you reminded him, as he nodded.

“So, what’s the deal with you two?” Chad asked, noticing Ethan’s hand in yours.

“Oh, um…right now he’s just…trying to make things right,” you said, as his thumb rubbed against your hand. “He wants to be in her life, and I want to give him that opportunity.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea? He doesn’t know the first thing about her,” Chad said, handing the baby to Tara.

“I’m trying to learn,” Ethan sighed, “I get it that you hate me. You have a good reason to, but I’m doing a lot better than I was.”

“Whatever you say,” Chad sighed, “She’s more forgiving than I am.”

Ethan nodded as you stood up. “I need to go put the laundry in the dryer. Please don’t try to kill him,” you said, walking away.

“Don’t we have to worry about him trying to kill us?” Chad joked, but you turned around, not thinking the joke was very funny.

“He’s working through things, stop intentionally trying to trigger him,” you said, as Chad’s eyes connected with yours.

“Sorry, dude,” he said, as Ethan mumbled “Thanks.”

After Chad and Tara started to get used to Ethan being around, you excused yourself to go shower. You wanted to take Ethan shopping to get anything he needed, and you had to look at least somewhat presentable before you could do that. You even put on a little bit of makeup, hoping to hide the dark circles under your eyes.

You grabbed Ethan’s laundry out of the dryer and took it upstairs. It didn’t take long to fold it because he really didn’t have much. When you went back down the stairs, you got a bottle ready for River, knowing she’d be hungry soon.

Like clockwork, she started to cry as soon as it came out of the warmer.

“Hey, can I borrow my kid?” you asked Chad, as he gently passed her over to you. “Thanks,” you smiled, sitting beside Ethan. “You want to feed her?” you asked, as Ethan nodded.

Chad and Tara nervously watched him, but soon started to relax when they realized how gentle he was being with her. He’d gotten some practice during the feeding sessions in the middle of the night, but he was still terrified when it came to the burping part. He was scared he’d hurt her fragile little body, so he passed her off to you once she was done eating.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Ethan said, going to the cart that extra baby blankets and clothes, and grabbed a burp cloth.

“Thanks,” you smiled, as he handed it to you. You adjusted her so she was laying on your shoulder, before patting her back. “Do you think you guys could babysit for a little bit?” you asked Chad and Tara.

“Of course,” Tara smiled, “Where are you going?”

“Ethan and I are going out for a little bit to get some things,” you said, as Ethan looked at you, unaware of the plan. “We talked about this last night,” you sighed, as he started to remember the conversation from the night before.

“Yeah, uh, I guess I should go change,” he said, getting up and heading up the stairs.

Once he was out of earshot, Tara started to whisper, “Do you feel safe going somewhere with him by yourself?”

“I’ve been here with him by myself,” you shrugged, as Chad started to shake his head.

“I know you want to give him a chance but is this really what’s best for you and River?” he asked, genuinely concerned for you and your daughter’s wellbeing. “Would you feel comfortable with him watching her by himself? He messed his whole future up.”

“It’ll be a long time before I could trust him alone with her. Fuck, I don’t even fully trust him being here,” you sighed, “But he’s trying to prove himself. He’s been through a lot.”

“You have, too, though,” Tara said, “You went through a pregnancy without him. You had the baby without him.”

“He didn’t know,” you started to defend him, as Chad got irritated.

“How was he supposed to know? He was busy trying to kill people,” he said, “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, because we’ve been so happy to help…but it’s almost like a slap in the face to see you giving him a chance after we’ve been here for you through it all.”

“Please don’t look at it like that,” you said, your eyes starting to water, “I appreciate everything you guys have done. I appreciate everything that you’ll still do to help me out. If he fucks up, I already told him he doesn’t have anymore chances. Just try to be there for me while I figure this out.”

Chad and Tara both nodded, before you noticed that River was sound asleep laying against you. You swaddled her before putting her in the bassinet, and started to wonder what was taking Ethan so long.

The truth is, he never fully made it up the stairs once he heard everyone start to talk about him. He was silently sobbing as he stood on one of the stairs, not knowing what the best move would be. He could just grab his stuff and jump out the window, or he could keep trying to prove himself.

When he thought back to the conversation after he fully expected Chad to punch him, when you told him that he was making progress, he started to smile through his tears. His meds usually made him feel numb, but being back in your life was the first time he’d started to feel emotions again, and he was determined to prove to you that he was going to be an amazing dad.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader

[mhsdatgo]

I feel like a lot of people misunderstand me when I say I'm disappointed with the way Aegon was adapted.

Most of those who criticize me (and some Aegon stans who aren't apologists, because get some help seriously) throw every possible excuse there is in the book in order to rid Aegon of any kind of depth or potential for Season 2.

I've been told I can't stomach characters that are downright bad, I've been told I only cling to show!Aegon's only redeeming quality at the moment (namely, TGC) and make it THE reason why Aegon should be liked.

I really don't know why I gotta say this about myself as a preface in order to debunk that second "theory" but I can absolutely assure you that amongst all the people I've crushed on or fell in love with in all my years of life, only two of them were boys and one of them is my current boyfriend. So if anything my fuckable meter as moral compass doesn't work that well with men lmao. Thank you for admitting that this show is so bad that sometimes the only good quality about certain characters are the actors that play them, idk what to tell you.

And on not being able to handle wicked characters, really? I've got a whole blog shitting on HotD writers for a lot of reasons amongst which is the fact that they made Rhaenyra blander than unseasoned potatoes and you came to the conclusion that... I can't handle wicked characters?

I'd really have no problems with Aegon being adapted as the cruel piece of shit he is in the books. You know, the only source material. If we're talking Aegon individually, my only problem with the route they're taking is making it similar to Joffrey. We don't want Joffrey Targaryen, we want Aegon II. (And like it or not, he's so different from Joffrey it's not even funny) The only things these two kids have in common are dying from poison, having a mother who's a lady-turned-queen, having a grandfather who's hand of the king and being selfish pricks.

My problem lies with Rhaenyra. Everyone knows Aegon sucks ass, that was known even before Sara Hess came up with that caricature of cartoonish evilness and tried masking it as gray writing. It's wanting to make Rhaenyra any better that is ridiculous as fuck.

Rhaenyra was just as selfish, self-righteous and dumb as Aegon. Rhaenyra's motives were just as valid as Aegon. They are both sides of the same coin. That's the basics if you want to understand Fire and Blood. Something Sara, Ryan, Miguel and the entire team didn't understand in the slightest. If you want me to take a show about the Dance of the Dragons seriously, you want to make this SIMPLE concept clear as day, which really isn't that hard.

And I'm sorry, but the situation with Dyana, that poor thing, is always angering to watch. Despicable, yes. Unforgivable, yes. I agree. I like it when there are turns in the adaptation of a story as vague as Fire and Blood, but not when that change is made for no reason other than wanting to uplift a character who deserves anything but.

Furthermore, I beg your pardon a second time for wanting the least possible scenes of r*pe or implied r*pe on my screen. Maybe because it's triggering, not necessarily because the r*pist is played by my little meow meow, ever thought of that? If you want your audience to hate a character, put yourself at work. There are so many ways to do that. Taking the easy route (because it was an easy route, argue with the wall) because war crimes aren't enough to make people pounce at a character like rabid dogs is lazy and disrespectful to people who came to see a well developed show. First accept that there aren't saints in F&B, then you can start working.

#anti hotd #aegon ii targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #anti team black stans

[zmickmilk]

Ur having a laugh right.

ME AND MY HUSBAND IS NOT SOME HAPPY LOVE SONG. And as much as I love love love mitski you really think MICKEY MILKOVICH is putting her on ?

GONNA EXSPLAIN WHY THIS IS WRONG NOW.

'Me and my husband' can ofc like all songs be interpreted differently. I'm gonna explain the interpretation I most strongly agree with (this is also from what I've seen is a pretty common interpretation). I'll also talk about how it doesn't relate to gallavich.

It starts with a heavy sigh. Straight away, you get a tired and negative feeling from the song. This alone is enough (imo) to tell that this isn't gallaviche's song because in what world would either of them start talking about their husband with a sigh? Mickey and Ians' relationship is the strongest it has ever been once they married. If anything, they should be having a sigh of relief because they finally get to be together.

Although the instrumentals are rather upbeat, the lyrics carry a sombre tone. "So I bet all that I have on that furrowed brow" comes to mind straight away. You have furrowed brows when ur angry, maybe upset/confused. One of her husbands noticeable traits is a thing of negative connotations. You could see this as a hint to her husband being abusive. Neither Ian nor mickey are abusive, so would not fit this role within the song.

These lines come across as almost desperate. Sure, you could see this as her lighting up as she sees her love, but to me, it's more than that. She feels helpless when he's not around. She only have value when her husband is with her / she needs her husband to feel validated and worth something. Maybe she's nothing but she has her husbands loves and she desperately hangs on to that to feel for herself. Mickey and Ian don't have that dynamic. They are both self-assured people by themselves.

To me this song feels like she is clinging to a relationship because she doesn't feel sustained by herself. She's trapped chasing the feeling of being loved. It has this undertone of "yeah he doesn't always treat me right but I've been with him so long ik he loves me in their somewhere and I am nothing without him so I'll stay" feeling to it. Its almost like she's been broken down by her husband so that see needs him and sees she's that but not enough to leave.

The slight repetition of "we're sticking together " affirms this for me. She's tired from start to finish trying to convince herself to hold out hope that her marriage can change. She can still be loved by him.

"At least in this lifetime" is a way of showing that she doesn't really want this. In another life, she would rather leave. Maybe she's scared to leave, and she's waiting for another life for the courage. Does any of this song like gallavich to you? Gallavich are desperate, sure, but they are desperate to finally be able to show love, not receive it.

Saying mickey relates to this song would be trying to say that he feels like nothing when Ian isn't around. The idea that mickey is only a love interest is irritating enough as it and u think he sees himself that way too?? I know mickey would get this song more than surface level. I mean, the man was a radiohead fan as a teenager. So, no, I don't think he relates to it.

I think if any relationship fit this song, it would be mandy and Lip.

This was super yappy, but I'm not all that concerned. Listened to me ans my husband on repeat while writing this

#dont try disagree with me plz ;p #this is so unorganised #IM SORRY #dont shame my writing skills guys #shameless us #mickey milkovich #mitski lyrics #mitski #ian gallagher #gallavich #mickey and ian #me and my husband #is always my top song so im very qualified #and didn't mitski say something about it being sad ??

[punsmaster69]

2/JAN/20XX

[The page appears to have been written in pencil first, then written over in pen.]

Sans looked between the two pieces, kinda taken aback.

"these are really different pieces?"

He showed the pieces to Mom.

"Yes, they are indeed."

She looked a little concerned.

"I'm telling you they are!"

I grabbed the pieces and pointed out differing speckles of color on the two.

Sans held the pieces a lot closer to his face, his look focusing.

"...huh."

"they are."

"sorry, kiddo. my vision's just not having it today."

"or any time as of late, really."

"You gotta quit messing up your eyes. Might actually end up with glasses."

"eh."

With a shrug.

"Eh??"

"You do not care?"

"not really. would probably forget 'em most of the time, anyway."

Things that most people would be concerned about don't seem to phase Sans.

Losing your vision and ending with with glasses is definitely a big deal, right? How does he just shrug it off? DOES he care, and just hides it well? He's forever a mysterious skeleton.

Papyrus can be at times as well, in fairness. They're both full of mysterious happenings.

——

Looking over my shoulder at the journal is what he's doing, but I don't think he can see what I'm writing at all.

"not true. i could mostly read that one."

Entrusting me with this journal again after the last entry I made is brave, but he told me he didn't even read it. If he had, I definitely wouldn't be allowed to write again.

"what'd you do that was so bad?"

"Just."

"A lot of spelling mistakes."

I'm covering the page with my hand.

"awful spelling or not, i appreciate you trying to take on the responsibility today."

"Are you sure you don't have anything you want me to transcribe like Mom did?"

"nah."

"not enough that's page-worthy."

"Tell me the small things, then. I'll write it as its own section."

"ok. ready?"

"Mhm."

"brain fuzzy."

"eyes fuzzy."

"feels messy."

"........"

"That's it?"

"yep."

"told you it wouldn't be enough."

——

While we're over and visiting, I've been really trying to match Sans' energy.

The low energy.

The no energy.

At least when he gives up on talking, he still squeezes my hand back, like an assurance that he's not dead.

Sometimes he's been waking up to do it too.

"Oh."

"Go back to your nap, buttface."

"..you're th' one grabbin' m' hand."

Mumbling when I woke him up on accident.

"Had to know you didn't die."

That head turn was probably his current version of eyelight-less eye contact.

"m' good."

"Sounds like something a dead person would say."

"...whoops."

"dyin' again."

Promptly letting his head fall back down, back to sleep in an instant.

——

When I asked him if he had any New Year's resolutions, he gave almost only joke responses.

"HONEST answers!"

"ok, ok."

" 'be more honest.' "

"that'll be one."

The other serious resolution I got out of him was,

"get better."

#undertale #journal #frisk #sans #toriel #sans and frisk #frisk and sans

[radiant-reid]

Hi cate it’s one in the morning and I can’t get this off my mind Garcia taking Reid to a concert he was hesitant to go to at first because he usually doesn’t enjoy places like those but then when he hears readers start just like BELTING with amazing vocals and I mean like vocal’s he low key catches a quick interest in her…maybe could this be a one shot/blurb?? 🤍

yes !! i am so into Noah Kahan at the moment that it had to be him

"Come on, you've got to come with me." Penelope groans, standing in front of Spencer's desk.

"I've been to, like, five concerts in my life." He protests, trying to find any way to stay home. "And I don't know the songs. There's got to be someone else you can take."

She shakes her head. "Nope, everyone has plans. Come on, we go to conventions together. This isn't much different."

He scoffs. "The germs in a situation like a pit are astounding." He reminds her. "Not to mention what listening to loud music does to the ear."

"You're coming." She says decisively. "And you're going to love it/ We can even get matching merch."

Spencer knows there's no point in arguing with her. He couldn't win, and he wouldn't want to disappoint her. Plus, what's really the worst that can happen? He'll be there for a few hours, makes sure Penelope gets home safe, and be in bed with a book by 11.

"Okay, fine, let's go." He agrees, getting up and grabbing his bag.

He underestimated how long it would take for her to get ready, and how many people would be there, and honestly, he's feeling slightly nervous about being there.

"You're going to love it," Penelope assures him, squeezing his hands reassuringly before going back to talking about her favorite songs.

Spencer can appreciate the harmonies of the singer and how the chords are structured. It's not as bad as he thought. Halloween hits home, and he thinks about calling Ethan.

Penelope nudges his arm at some point, nodding to the girl standing next to them, you. Spencer's already noticed. He's got a sixth sense for people watching him, born out of his years of FBI training.

"She's cute," Penelope tells him.

He smiles slightly just watching you dance so carefreely. "I know."

"Well, talk to her." She urges. "She probably thinks we're together." He understands how you, or anyone, would come to that assumption.

He's about to before the Stick Season gets to its first chorus and you're belting out the lyrics by heart. "And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks and I Saw your mom she forgot that I existed and It's half my fault, but I just like to play the victim I'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas"

He leans down to talk to you in for his knight in shining armor moment when you almost drop your phone, too focused on singing and screaming. "Would you like me to hold it? I can film much steadier."

"Please." You say, eagerly handing your phone over. He's tall, too, incredibly helpful in getting good footage.

He spends most of the time looking at you, and he finds even more courage to talk to you when there's an interlude between songs. "I'm Spencer." He introduces himself.

"Y/n." You do the same thing. "And thank you. Your height is a great advantage." He chuckles at that. "Are you a fan, too? Just the silent type?"

He shakes his head. "Maybe after tonight. I really just came here for my friend." He emphasizes the last word, making sure you understand the relationship.

You wave at Penelope, who's grinning proudly at Spencer's bravery. "Cool. Is there any way I can bribe you to film the rest of this for me?" You ask slyly.

"I'll do it regardless." He tells you nobly, not wanting you to feel pressured into anything.

"You can have my number anyway." You offer, reaching out to hold his arm, the pen that was in your bag hovering over it. "If you want."

"Please." He nods, letting you write it on your skin without reservation.

When you pull away, it hits him that it's your number, not 822-993-167, and he can use it to call you with it.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid blurb

[askaborderline]

hello, i'm looking for some advice. i've been struggling to get over a previous fp (we were very close friends for 6 years and they were my fp the entire time) and was wondering if you guys would have any tips on how to cope. i'm sorry if this is a little vague, i don't feel very up to talking about my past with them

Hi anon,

This sounds really hard, and I am sorry. Losing a FP can be so beyond words.

Some things I like to remind myself are:

The feelings are temporary. They will pass. No matter how crushing they may be, you won't feel like this forever. Sometimes it can help to remember that what we're feeling is temporary because when we forget that and think it's how we're going to feel forever, it can make us feel so hopeless. So here's your reminder. This isn't forever,.

You survived without them before, and you can do it again. I promise. It doesn't mean it'll be easy but it can help to have the reminder that we existed before then, and survived before them and we can do both of those things again.

Be kind to yourself. You are valid and you are allowed your emotions.

Healing is not linear. Grief isn't linear. And for a lot of us, when we lose our FP, it is something we need to heal from. It is something we grieve about. And it's okay if we feel ourselves doing better for a bit and then falling back. It doesn't mean you've failed or anything like that.

Some things I do:

Note that these are all personal things I do and aren't rules for how you should cope. I'm sure your own list will differ!

Focus on myself. Even when it's uncomfortable and I don't want to, I focus on my hobbies. I focus on finding new hobbies. Sometimes I make a list of different hobbies I've never tried, and then I go through it and try them at least once to see if I enjoy something. If not, it gets scratched off. These could be new shows, books, activities, etc.

Feel the emotions. Usually not all at once because it's too much, but my instinct is to bury the emotions. To turn my emotions off entirely ((I'm sure others relate to the turning them off thing. It's like a switch I can use). And it's uncomfortable, but sometimes I force myself to feel them. In bits as I can handle it. Allow yourself time to grieve.

Focus on my DBT skills like Urge Surfing for any urges that arise or Radical Acceptance for accepting my feelings.

Come up with a Crisis Plan in case I start to spiral.

I diversified my relationships. I think this is an important thing to do. Even if you have a FP currently. Diversifying your relationships to have other people in your support system can be really good.

This is a personal choice, but I cut off all ties. I kept screenshots of messages they wrote assuring me they cared and stuff like that. I deleted all screenshots. I also made sure I couldn't look at their profiles and check on them. I made sure their numbers were deleted and anything else.

I like to do nice things for someone else. It's hard sometimes to get there, but there's a feeling I get when I make someone smile or help someone out that makes me feel a bit lighter. It reminds me that I am valuable as I am. This is actually a part of the ACCEPTS skill if you're interested in reading more about that.

Work on forgiving myself. Maybe you don't feel you need this, and that's valid. But I did. I had to learn to forgive myself for not knowing better, for making mistakes, and I always remind myself that I am human. In connection with this, I work on letting go of any regrets I have. It's easier said than done, I know. It's important for me to remember that I can't change the past, so dwelling on any regrets doesn't help me. What I can do is learn from them and do better.

I know it's hard, anon. But it really does get better. I have lost FP's and thought the entire world was ending and that I would never recover. I still think about them sometimes, but it's such a dull ache that I barely notice it. It might always hurt a little, but it will be manageable.

Here are some other coping ideas for you.

You can do this anon,

April

#fp #losing a fp #mod april #aab

[sophieinwonderland]

I'm having a crisis (slightly exaggerating) and need advice. I'm a created headmate and not sure I should call myself a tulpa. My reason for existence is a bit problematic; I was created as an online persona to spy on our bullies, and I ended up befriending them. I think the host, who already is a median and has OSDD, accidentally made me my own person as soon as he separated me from himself.

I don't know what to do. My opinions on fiction discourse are so different from the rest of us so I can fit in with people who hate the rest of the system, over things I think are annoying to argue about and even lie about my full stances. I'm neutral enough the bullies like me, but different enough the rest of the system is wary of me. Yet, I'm supposed to blend in with antis to make us more palpable as a singlet when we're not? I share enough consciousness to share knowledge but not enough to share fully memory. They likely wont remember even me talking here. I plan to keep in contact with some of these bullies because I think they are just misguided, but I dont know how to assure the others I'm not going to put us in danger.

I feel so lost. I'm neutral/anti on a lot of things fiction, yet the rest are proship or even more radical in other opinions. Do you have any advice that might help? I even have to lie to my friend group about being pro-endo.

Wow! That's... a lot...

I probbly don't have many good answers as I've never been in that situation or anything like it. But I'll give my advice anyway.

Personally, I think the first thing is to get away from people who are bullying and have bullied your system. It might be hard, but that's a really toxic environment to be in. For all of you.

Cutting ties will be hard at first but I think it will be best in the long run. You deserve to find friends whose friendship isn't contingent on you lying to them. You deserve to be loved and appreciated for who you are.

As for the rest of your system, just talk to them. Regularly. Share your views. Let them share theirs. Work to reach an understanding. Not agreement, necessarily, but a place where you all feel safe co-existing.

#plural #plurality #endogenic #multiplicity #systems #system #plural system #pro endo #pro endogenic #sysblr #actually a system #actually plural

[mortal-kombat-shitposts]

IRain x ftm medic reader “exorcise in getting along.”

@boomclowntown part one of three (part one of two of my rain posts please forgive me.)

Warning: light reiko x reader, angst, cannon type violence, rain wants a nap, Reiko can't stop poking the mage. Shao wants the reader gone for disrupting the peace. Slow burn. I don't know how to write 😵‍💫 ignore my love for shaos voice.

When they talk about leylines and how they can affect everything around them, I didn't believe them now I do, as I lay ass up head down in a strange unknown world with creatures straight out of a fantasy book. “Looks like willbert wasn't lying I'll be damned." I straighten up and try to get my bearings.

I walk around a little bit falling upon someone who is training, his body like fluid grace, standing 7 '6 maybe, deeper skin tone and build, the purples and yellows highlight the stark contrast from his hands to a… . Staff I think. I can't see his face from here but maybe he can help me out. So I approach him gently letting my training kick in. “Hello, sir can you help me? I seem to be lost.” I speak softly.

He jumps a little like he wasn't expecting someone this far out in the nothingness. “Who are you and how did you get here? " He asks back turning to look at me. His eyes like liquid honey encased in amber. With a matching mask to everything else. There was a hostility to his voice. “I'm darling, I'm an army medic. I got lost looking for my troop.” I say carefully. He just squints his eyes at me. “Mmm medic. You are in outworld, in the living forest." He explained still suspicious of me." And you are?” I prompt him, he huffs.

" I am Rain.” Okay so he seems nice. " Can you lead me out of here, I've never been in a forest never mind a living forest.” I joke to ease the tension with Rain.

He seems unimpressed and like he would rather be anywhere else. “I suppose I could help you out earthrealmer." He tries to keep his voice neutral. He leads me out of the beautiful forest. To a army(?) Encampment, not so fond memories here or there, I hear someone barking orders, he looks so different from what I'm used to. Tall with horns, scale texture instead of hair with ridges, claws for hand and more of that scales texture the student in me is going crazy I want to ask him questions only to be picked up by someone by the back of my shirt, “don't look at the general, he's a very busy man with no want to deal with people like you." I hear someone rasp out, voice sounding like he eats gravel and asphalt for breakfast. “They are looking for away home, their from earth realm." Rain explains.

He looks at the man holding me up, I really hope this goes well. Last thing I want is to be stuck in a foreign land with only my sling bag and the clothes on my back. “Then they can talk to Sindel then, and we're busy training new recruits.” It was that same raspy voice again, I try to look at him? “Can you please set me down." I hear him growl and drop me on my ass. "Rude. I said set me down not drop me." He snorts and walks away, he's round 7’6, wide shoulders, well built, he has his sides shaved and the top pulled into a half bun. “Who was that?" I ask Rain. “That was Reiko the general's second in command." He offers his hand to me and I take it as he pulls me up. The general is nowhere to be seen now. Great my only hope of getting home gone like my father before I was born.

It takes three more before I see them again, apon a second look at the general I see that he has serpent eyes, sharp teeth and a growl to his voice that normal men certainly don't have. I learned since then that Reiko has light blue eyes that seems almost white in the sunlight. Rain assures me that shao will talk to me cause I hold information that he wants. Let's hope hes right. Rain decided to help distract reiko while I talk to the general it's working but I can't seem to pin him down. Once I do he seems irritated. "I swear each year you lot get weaker, i could have beat you as a sickly boy." He growls out to them. " Hell sir I was told you could help me." Those eerie eyes turn on to me, " who told you that and help you do what exactly?" He growls out.

To be continued

#havik wants chaos #husband liquid #blood god #general hammer time #ftm reader #havik writes fanfic #mk x reader #mortal kombat x reader #please dont look at me

[sapphic-aroace]

I recently realized that I may be an oriented aroace(pan oriented aroace).

My life has been very messy, as I was not well educated about sexuality and gender, and I had unexplainable feelings for many people.

me in the past when I might have felt an aesthetic attraction: from "What the-" to "I see, this must be a crush!" to.

Past me, who may have felt alterous attraction: "is this a - true - crush? Wait, then what was that?"

Past me who may have experienced squish: "This is crush!? Again!? No, no, this is really a mistake. Because we're just friends..."

(Yes, I internalized fucking heteronormativity and fucking amatonormativity🤢)

I learned superficially about aroace: "What were those things? I sometimes wonder, and sometimes I can relate to the experiences of aroaces, but if I called myself an aroace, I would definitely get complaints from all kinds of people"

Me, who finally began to recognize the diversity of aroaces and learned about tertiary attractions: "Oh, so attractions don't have to be only romantic or sexual attractions?! I don't think that those things in my past fall into those two categories! Then maybe I can recognize that I am an aroace! tertiary attraction finally gave me a name for what I was feeling🥲︎"

Me on another day: "there is no way I can call myself an aroace. Because in the past I was... That behavior...were full of alloalloeness..."

(But when I found the label for oriented aroace and the description of the tertiary attractions, all I know for sure is that I felt at peace. I wanted to exclaim, "I finally found this place!"... is all I can say now)

...Even now, I often wonder if I am crazy, or if my existence is disloyal to the LGBTQ+ community and other aspec people.

Do you ever feel that way? When you do, how do you get out of it?

I apologize for the length of the sentence, and I am not very good at English, so I apologize if my writing is not correct🙏

hello!

don't you worry about your English, I understood every word! and English is not my first language either, you're fine 😉

I'd like to start with saying your experiences are entirely valid and that many LGBTQ+ people have been where you are or are still at the same point.

Of course, there are LGBTQ+ people who knew really early that they were not cishet, but many others doubted/are doubting that they were/are really trans, gay, lesbian or bi; aspec as well. feeling like they're mistaken. or can't admit to themselves they're not cishet. you're far from the only one and I can assure you that your experiences are in no way disloyal to any members of the LGBTQ+ community.

As for my own experiences, I can tell you I have dealt with some of what you're feeling.

I am not confused anymore about my attraction, but I have been for the longest time.

it took me many years after I learned about asexuality to admit I was indeed ace and not a late bloomer. while I knew, as soon as I discovered the label, that I was in fact ace, I refused to admit I wasn't "normal". I wanted to be like everyone else.

I still read a lot about acespec people talking about their experiences even though I was in denial, because, deep down I knew I was ace as I said.

I didn't learn about aromanticism at the same time, I discovered it existed many months later, at least.

and I didn't believe that was me. even if I had yet to experience romantic attraction, I wanted to have a girlfriend, so that couldn't be me.

like you, I've dealt with internalized aphobia. I still struggle with it sometimes, but less and less so as time passes and I accept myself more and more.

and like you, I finally started to accept my aromanticism when I learned about oriented aroace and tertiary attraction.

I understood I could still find women attractive in different ways. my feelings were making sense. and others related. it was a relief.

I would also add that even if you believe your past behavior was alloromantic and/or allosexual, it doesn't mean you are not aroace. your struggles with internalized aphobia may have been the reason for this perception, or maybe you've just grown and changed, it can happen.

Finally, I would advise reading about other aroace experiences, especially oriented aroace ones, since it's the label that feels right to you. I think it can definitely help you realize that many people have indeed been or are still questioning and doubting, that you're not alone and that you're feelings are valid. it has helped me a lot.

I would also like to thank you for sharing your experiences, I think it will definitely help others that are looking to understand themselves and have similar feelings to yours.

#aroace #oriented aroace #experiences #answered ask

[thecollectionsof]

comparing and contrasting crygi in two of my favorite aus

let's talk about crygi in aus for a sec (using @lady-assnali's baby model au and @gggoode's fic if you need a friend. because of course i'm always looking for an excuse to talk about the worlds they've created but shhhhh).

i've been thinking recently. i've read so many crygi fics and have written... a good few at this point, so it's really interesting to see how different people writing crygi will imbue the ship with their own characterization and favorite tropes. when thinking of these two aus, while the tone of the aus are both very sweet, warm, and comforting, it's how they portray crystal and gigi and their relationship that's interesting to me

(and it got long again so it's under the cut <3)

ok so!! like i said so many things are similar in the overall tropes and themes, but it's how these things are portrayed that's different. here are some examples:

pining: both fics feature a long, almost gut-wrenching pining that feels like a confession is at the tip of their tongues for so long (a great example of this is baby model au crystal telling jan "I don't think I can be her friend like this much longer"). the way this pining is explored is unique yet similar: both of them being mainly from crystal's pov so gigi's infatuation is less obvious, a friends-to-lovers format, their connection and how they seek comfort from each other. we get to watch this grow in iynaf but we're thrown right in with the baby model au, where they are infatuated with each other from the moment we first see them.

confidence vs. uncertainty: in both aus, crystal is left confused/concerned because of gigi pulling away for some reason, and though the severity (for lack of a better term) and length of time differs, the assurance that she had in their friendship is now cast into doubt. also, it'd be remiss to not mention gigi being trans in iynaf (a huge enormous plot point) and how it affects this. there are many spots of confidence and uncertainty that are explored through gigi being trans, be it emotional or physical. these are important to the relationship between her and crystal both in huge ways (gigi ghosting her, the fight before ffs, etc) and small ways (gigi spotting pictures of them in high school and crystal being scared that she wouldn't like that she still had them up, crystal not writing gigi's deadname on the paperwork at the hospital until gigi asks her if she forgot her name). all of those things are important to iynaf and i'd hate to make an entire post on the similarities and differences between these aus without mentioning that pretty big one, as of course baby model au doesn't have gigi's transness as a part of the fic

comfort: both aus stress how comfortable crystal and gigi are with each other, but they do it in different ways. gigi choosing to come back to new york and stay with crystal between gigs in baby model au, iynaf crygi expecting each other to be there and spiltting cookies under the stairs together in high school—both of these routines scream comfort and coming to rely on each other to me. they establish the pairing as having these small, easy moments together and it's important to the development of the characters and the future comfort moments that happen further in the plot of the aus (iynaf crygi settling back into their routine of trading off who buys food when they reconnect at their old favorite cafe, baby model au's "are you embarrassed of me" discussion happening at a movie night between the two of them)

gigi's characterization: i think i wanna look more at this in a different post, but there seems to be more of a shift from crystal being the goofy, silly, "weird" one of the two to gigi taking the title and leaving crystal as the person who is confused and delighted, if not also equally silly herself. this is mostly down to who's writing her—both @gggoode and i tend to write gigi this way, as did beloved ao3 user cherubcheeks, but as the main people writing crygi right now i think it counts as a notable shift. but you can see the biggest differences in the baby model au gigi and iynaf gigi in how silly she is: baby model au gigi is sincere and heartfelt, iynaf gigi is a weirdo (affectionate) and sweet. one is not better than the other (i love both iterations of gigi so dearly), but it is an interesting difference to mark this shift

time apart: of course, both aus deal with crygi spending time apart, albeit in very different ways. while both of them talk about how inseparable they are when they're together, they also talk about how the other is constantly on their mind when they're apart, whether it be for baby model au gigi's modelling gigs or iynaf gigi's journey of self discovery. the nature of this time apart is an easy distinction but an important one in my opinion, as they both bring about tension (the lasting effects of the fight and then gigi ghosting everyone in iynaf and the miscommunication about nicky and gigi in the baby model au. we can see some resolution of this in iynaf but not quite in baby model au yet. yet. 👀👀)

and i don't know, there are definitely more that i can't remember right now. but these things are not unique to just these aus, but they're just things that are done so incredibly well in these two aus, so that's a really big reason for why i chose these two aus specifically to dissect and have some little musings about :) (among other reasons. i'll probably do this again maybe but i think i'll try to keep it to newer fics/ones where i know the writer so nobody comes back like "who the fuck and what the fuck is this please stop :/")

and ok i'll stop before it becomes a full length novel but :) here it is, something nobody asked for! i will claim it's for an ask game but that is a lie :) i've been working on this for a while and that was just the catalyst to finish it <3 if you read all of that. woah?? why?? and also i'm in love with you feel free to chime in if you have any thoughts or any other fics that fit this because lord knows i have so so many thoughts

also @gggoode @lady-assnali i love you and your fics im kissing both of you on the mouth (consensually ofc) thank you for writing fics that are so lovely and comforting that i can't help but think about them 24/7 <3<3

#gi's musings #i can't even say that this was for an ask this time i've just been thinking #and rereading :) #crygi

[bts-polls]

hi. i know this blog is just for fun, and i don't want to be a downer, but jk rowling is a terf. she actively does not want trans people to exist. as a trans army, it makes me wildly uncomfortable when people who aren't fans are called 'muggles' or when people Sort the members. again, i know it's all supposed to be fun, but. i don't feel at all safe anymore whenever hp stuff is brought up. i hope you have a good day though <3

Hi anon,

First, before I get into the rest of my response I want to say that I while i can't truly empathize on this specific issue, I do sympathize with not feeling safe due to a marginalization from 'the mainstream'. I do apologize for any part my posts played into this for you and anyone else that may have seen them. I'm going to put the rest of my thoughts on this topic below a cut for anyone that isn't up for a discussion-type post from this blog.

HP was my first real fandom and as someone who was raised in an extremely conservative rural area, I'm unfortunately very familiar with this mindset and viewpoint.

I also had to do a hefty amount of soul-searching when deciding how much of hp-fandom I would continue to engage in. I've never been a merch-focused person (which honestly gave me some heartache getting into kpop..there are legit ppl out there that try to make you feel like a fake fan if you don't spend serious money on this interest... but that's a discussion for another day). Anyway, back to HP, I'm not into merch and I didn't like the movies, (I've still only seen the first two and a handful of clips from some of the others) so I'm personally not contributing anymore to the money channeling in but money isn't the only thing that fuels this massive engine.

Again, I had to have a very frank heart-to-heart with myself to see where I personally feel comfortable continuing to engage. For me, being involved in the Fandom to any degree and even having casual conversations about the themes and meanings was an essential part of learning to be curious enough to see more lifestyles different from the one I was raised in. And my story is not dissimilar from many that I knew in situations similar to mine. So I know that this body of work has actually had cases where it fosters discussions and mindsets for minority groups more than anything else of its time. I really cannot overstate how significant the HP books and fandom were in creating the first space where we were able to even explore the idea of being different from those around us, let alone feeling comfortable or even celebrating it. To us, HP was less about the magic of being able to move items without touching them but more about the magic of finding your own worth when everyone around you said otherwise. This concept takes different forms each generation, for some it's superheroes or musicians; for my generation, it was HP.

Do the unveiled viewpoints of the original creator now undo all of the progress that was triggered by her work? And should we all attempt to bury it as if it never happened? Another point of discussion, especially where I now live in the southern US with many entrenched systems of racial discrimination. (Again, another tangent but we're not here to talk about tearing down ugly statues that don't add any value to the current population).

There's also the literal logistical issue of deciding that I can't engage in anything because I don't agree with the views of the ppl in charge, then there will literally be no viable method to exist. My professional expertise is in systems design, implementation, and maintenance; and let me assure you, the world is legitimately run by people who have despicable beliefs. From entertainment, food manufacturing and distribution, to health care and politics; there are scummy mindsets infecting it all. The biggest lie in our society is that good ppl do good things and bad ppl do bad things. No. People with awful motivations do good things continuously. And the inverse is true as well. There is remarkably little black and white in the world, everything is on a spectrum.

Attempting to cut myself off from ALL of it is not possible, nor do I want to engage with ALL of it. So again, I need to decide where that line is. And it needs to be re-evaluated frequently as both myself and the world around me grows and changes.

But this really comes to my main point of this whole post. I had to do my own personal soul-searching to decide where my own boundary is with this issue. And each person should do so as well. We are all so beautifully different in our life experiences and thoughts and mindset. I would NEVER want to claim my personal boundary on any issue should be upheld for ANYONE else. That's where we must empower ourselves to understand our own sovereignty. I have complete control of how I choose to respond to a push of my boundary but not to dictate that others must place their own boundaries.

This is where we are right now. I recognize that my past actions have induced some harm, intentional or not. Again, I apologize for that. I've shared a few reasons why we have different viewpoints and may continue to create similar polls in the future. So, to move forward, I will be more diligent in tagging any polls so that anyone trying to avoid such content may do so. You will have to decide if that is sufficient for you or if you will need to also disengage here.

Whatever you choose, I do wish you the absolute best and thankyou for bringing this lapse to my attention. Like you said, this is intended to be a fun place where we can vote in meaningless tumblr polls about a group of guys in Korea that make music. I would never want to compromise someone's peace with something so trivial but I am just another stranger on the internet. The one thing I can do is try to give you the tools so that you can make informed decisions about what type of content you may encounter in my space.

I'm not looking to turn this blog into a discussion one, so if anyone wants/needs to chat further, please reach out in DMs or through my main blog @curio-queries . This blog will continue to focus on BTS polls.

BORAHAE 💜

#non poll post #harry potter

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

CBS Ghosts - Pilot - Sam Sees Ghosts

Warning Spoilers May Appear.

I love that Jay looks so proud and Happy as the guys get to work - noticed that the man ordering people around call some of them “roofers” so like - they had roofers, but didn’t fix that over the fountain? The roofers did such a bad job that it's a fight in episode 3? So many questions.

ANYWAY, adore Sam looking around in awe.  I’m glad that she isn’t traumatized by the place (’cause that would’ve been bad) and instead is SO THRILLED to be there and see a dream come true.

Sam, you have no idea how much this dream come true really is. :)

LMAO - Trevor just awkwardly standing out of the way when Sam talks to him.  He was just expecting to see that she was okay, and he’s smiling at her even though he doesn’t expect her to see him.  It’s kind of sweet.

It's like clearly, he just wanted to see her is okay.

And he’s such a puppy that he gets excited that she compliments of him.  

He’s so cute in this scene - me, you chose me?  Heart eyes.  Poor boy. This is the moment that he goes from 'she's hot' to 'I've got a terrible crush'.

I love that it takes him a second to realize what it means - like at first, he’s like “Wait, you’re talking to me” then “aw she likes me” then “shit - she talked to me - she saw me - holy fuck, must tell the others!”

And goes running.  

Interesting question - do you think Trevor (aside from his pants) is the worst secret keeper of the bunch?  He doesn’t seem to hesitate to share this while I could see Sass being like “how can I make this fun by NOT sharing this?”

Well, it took all of ten seconds for the happiness that Sam’s okay to be thinking about themselves.

We love our selfish ghosts :)

At least, Hetty looks torn. Isaac is more like - the fuck we're going to to do now?

I love that they’re putting Thor and Pete next to each other.  They’ve got such a different perspective on things - excitement vs boredom in Alberta’s singing scene and here where Pete’s like “Boo Hotel, but they were here for a day and I missed them” while Thor is like “Clutter, damnit, Clutter!”

It’s so vastly different and the FUN thing is that Thor is the oldest ghost, so he knows what it’s like to have all that activity in the house, while Pete’s the 2nd youngest and he hasn’t experienced the full house (as far as we know) - Sophie’s been ill most of Trevor’s time there, and when Pete died, it seem like there wasn’t much activity then, either.

Trevor’s so cute here.  He’s so excited to tell them - and he’s clearly hoping this will ease things with Hetty, so he looks to the right where Hetty is when he says “Sam seems to like me” - underlying tone - you should like me too.

He clearly thinks bringing this news will help ease things over.

Also Where the F are Alberta and Sass.???  This is a big moment - they were literally there like MINUTES prior.  

LMAO - dude with no pants raises his arms and doesn’t notice because he’s too excited.  

Let’s look at these reactions:

Thor - Stares.  

Pete - glances away and tells Trevor to put his hands down.

Flower - is trying to look closer (Wow Flower). Wouldn't be surprised if this is why she & Thor don't ask Trevor to be the obvious third since she doesn't seem to like what she sees? On the other hand, I feel like she's probably seen it before (they all have) and there's a chance that something happened between them in the previous 20 years? IDK - either way, interesting reaction.

Hetty - grabs onto to Isaac for assurance and looks down and away after a second.

Isaac - kind of tilts his head, interested.  

LMAO  they are so funny.  I wish we’d seen Alberta and Sass’ responses here.  Although we did see Sass look up when Trevor gives his pants and underwear away in TP. And Alberta mentions keeping his schmeckle away during the 'stand-in mom hug in TB'.

Side note - knowing that the actor is wearing special underwear and came up with this joke makes this even funnier. OH MAN, sooooo funny.

Awwww, Jay painted the room the color she wanted.  It’s so sweet - also how the F did the ghosts not notice Jay doing all this work???  

Anyway, Jam or Jaymantha is so so cute here - too bad, Sam’s about to get freaked the hell out.

AWW HETTY IS THE FIRST - Straight through the wall/closet?  Hetty’s so obvious as a ghost and probably argued that as the Lady of the House and Sam’s relative that she be first.

I can imagine Isaac arguing as the leader (captain) he should be first.  Hence, his walking in through the door second.

However, I think Trevor should've been first since she just saw him and talked to him.

I love how Jay’s just like “Yeah, a lot of yellow, but it’ll grow on you.”

Because he assumes that’s the problem.

Personally, yellow? I couldn't enjoy it.

It’s interesting that Sass, Trevor and Pete all walk in at slightly a second behind each other and together.  Wonder how they decided that?

Also, they all have slightly open mouths like they can't believe what's happening.

Finally, Alberta, Flower and Thor.  It’s interesting that they stand a distance away, Hetty still the closest.  

What's also interesting is Thor as the oldest ghost is the furthest back.

Also, Love how Sam’s trying to rationalize.  She did believe somewhat in ghosts for ages (hence the sage), but like it’s one thing to ��believe’ and another to see it.  

Aw, poor Jay - he’s just like ... it’s paint, babe.  What’s the problem?  Sam and Jay are completely having two different discussions.

Which is going to happen a lot in their future.

Trevor and Pete as the youngest ghost have this conversation - they’re SO happy to have the possibility of Sam seeing them.  

BUT like "you think", Pete? It's pretty obvious that she CAN at this point.

Why did they think that ambushing her with all of them a good idea?

Awww, Jay is so cute - “I’m your husband, remember?”

He's so concerned right now.

How long has Isaac had this speech prepared and has he ever gotten to finish it???

I'm thinking he was disappointed when Thor and Sass didn't - I don't know, greet him with an explanation - and came up with an explanation so that no one else would be disappointed.

Yet, I also think - he's never gotten to finish it. Because new ghosts (and Sam) are just like - NOT interested when they first die.

OOOOH, interesting Flower begins to look somewhat sad when Isaac says “poor spirits” - I feel like she might be the only one that doesn’t talking about this being ‘purgatory’ that she wants to escape from.  Or maybe I’m reading that look wrong.

But Flower has never mentioned it being sad or boring or anything (which makes sense given her state of mind), so she probably just thinks it's all fun and games.

Poor Sam, That’s a terribly scary thing to happen.  How did she not run for the hills??? I would’ve. Certainly wouldn't go to sleep in that house.

Wonder what Jay's thoughts were when this happened?

Anyway END OF PILOT!

Woohoo!  Feel free to discuss and reblog :). 

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #trevor lefkowitz #pilot #hetty woodstone #isaac higgintoot #jay arondekar #sam arondekar #pete martino #Flower #Thor #alberta haynes #sasappis

[oc-aita]

AITA? (Sorry in advance that this is long)

My (?14) best friend H (M15) and I had been friends for 3 years now, but we'd gone to different schools the whole time. He didn't know my classmates, family, or other friends, and I counted that as a blessing.

I'm your stereotypical 'mean girl' type at school. Or at least, I'm friends with those girls. I'm mostly just complacent in their bullying. But I've allowed, ignored, and excused all kinds of shit ever since we were little. Mostly they're just badmouthing kids, but there's other aspects, too. I won't go into too many details, but if you know anything about the social hell that is bullying, you can guess a sample of the stuff that happens. I will say in my defense personally that at least I don't let them be particularly awful? Like, yeah, we're unkind, screwed up people to the kids my friends deemed as 'targets', but the particularly vile shit my friends try to say to them always gets my explicit condemnation.

I don't like being mean, I consider myself a nice person internally, but I'm actually stuck with my friend group. I have a controlling dad who wants me to act a certain way and hang with certain people, and even my friendship with H is highly secretive and behind his back, despite his flawless reputation and general fitting-the-bill of a guy my dad might allow me around. I've only ever expressed once that my friends are kinda mean (understatement, I know), and my dad freaked out at me. In short, I'm not allowed to not be friends with them. I'm not even allowed to be nice to their targets against their will.

I told H that once I entered his high school (he's a grade ahead of me) that he was going to think differently of me once he met my friends, but he brushed me off, saying he knew what kind of person I was and that nothing could be that bad. I tried to argue, but he assured me otherwise and dropped the subject. But due to a long series of contrivances, myself, H, and two of the kids my friends target most often, who will be known as R (F15) and C (M15) from here on, have been working together on what's effectively a series of projects, and will be for a while. R is our team leader, and C is her right hand man. They both fucking hate me, and I don't blame them at all.

R's pretty non-confrontational, and tries her best to keep everyone civil. She doesn't like me in the slightest, but doesn't want to have the team dogpile me for it, because she's really just too nice for her own good. We communicate as we have to, and that's that. C, however, makes it very clear to everyone that he never intends to forgive me or act as if I've been anything but awful to him - even though I haven't said pretty much anything personally, I'm sort of the de facto face of my friendgroup, which is more than bad enough. I won't act like he's even a little unjust for it, and honestly I deserve every word and more for never standing up for him, R, and everyone else.

At first H just assumed he was just holding some meaningless grudge and assumed C was a spiteful, shallow person, but after enough time I told H that he really should talk to C about why he dislikes me so much. For a while I didn't hear anything about the topic, but a couple days ago H called me, pissed off. He explained that C had told him all the things I'd overseen my friends do and say to him, as well as listed every instance of my direct interactions with him and R. To my surprise, I also learned of the things my friends had done when I wasn't there - and I was appalled. They were even worse when I wasn't around. They were vitriolic, cruel, and even took physical actions against them. To make a long story short, they once even broke something of C's that was really, really important knowing it would be hard to replace as well as expensive for his low-income family. I did my best to explain that I never would have approved of such a thing, as well as why I'm around those kinds of people at all, but H said that I was just making excuses and that, clearly, since I was friends with him, my dad can't control me as much as I act like. I wanted to point out that my dad knows my friends' parents and stuff like that, but he wouldn't let me, and I'm honestly not sure he's wrong about that anymore. Maybe I just assumed I was as powerless against my dad as I'd felt? I can't say. Either way, he told me my behavior was deplorable regardless of my explicit actions, and that he didn't feel like he could talk to me anymore for the time being outside of project work.

Am I the asshole for how I handled the situation? I know how R and C were treated is fundamentally wrong, but is there anything better I could have done?

#original character #am i the asshole #aita #violence tw #bullying tw

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

Eyyy, we're back! The last few snippets have followed Scar in season 9, but this time we're jumping back to Last Life from Grian's point of view. (Also a quick note, I've changed the name of the series, and for my AO3 readers the first story has had some minor edits to polish it up! The second story will be getting the same treatment in the next few days.)

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It was happening again.

Grian had known it would, could sense the greedy desire for more tell us more show us show us from the beings that had taken such an interest in the first game. (And, he suspected, those same beings were the reason he had felt drawn to seek out a cursed world and invite his friends along in the first place.) He could have ignored the call. He thought about ignoring the call. He really wanted to ignore the call.

And yet.

Every world the Hermits settled on was vast, with plenty of space to seek solitude and plenty of people to seek company. When everyone had returned home at the end of the first game, it had been easy to assure one another that it was just a game, none of it matters here, of course we're all still friends! Then it was time to settle in a new place and there was so much to do, and in the years that followed Grian managed to keep busy enough to avoid thinking about blood-stained sand and split knuckles, and to avoid the uncomfortable way his chest tightened whenever he spent too much time alone with Scar.

And yet.

Grian's first instinct was to seek him out. Only to make a deal, of course, seeing on his communicator that Scar had been given more lives than he had. No other reason, none at all. Surely he was safe, this early in the game. There were no enemies beyond the easily-avoided dangers of everyday life.

And yet.

He saw Scar through the trees just as the sun sank beneath the horizon, and the words readied on his lips died out. They were alone with no ongoing projects to rush off to finish, no other people to rush off to talk to. It was just Grian and just Scar, and Grian hesitated to step closer.

He hesitated too long, and Scar let out a startled yelp when he spotted him before realizing who it was. "For a second there I thought you had diamond armor," said Grian, forcing a smile and looking closer at the illusory magic Scar had woven around himself.

"Oh I do!" said Scar, with a smile that sang of pretty words and trust-me promises. Grian rolled his eyes and moved away from him, lighting up the area with far more torches than was necessary, casting his eyes around for any suspicious movement.

"Everything that happened last time is null and void. Doesn't count, okay?" he said, taking another step away from Scar and pretending not to see the hand that reached for his.

"You mean I can't put you on a llama and take you to the desert?" Scar's tone was light and joking, but the gaze in his dark green eyes was intense and piercing, and Grian definitely didn't want to cry.

"No, everything that happened is in the past now," said Grian firmly. "Are you the boogeyman?" He was asking out of self-preservation, he told himself, out of the need to know if he was looking at an enemy or not. He was safe regardless of the answer, having better armor and a better weapon, but it was best to know all the same. He definitely wasn't asking out of worry that Scar might already be in danger of losing everything, and the sigh of relief at Scar's no was definitely relief at the assurance of his own safety, nothing else.

Dark green. Scar's eyes were dark green, and Grian's were yellow. What he wanted to do and what he needed to do were two different things, and Grian taught Scar how to draw on the magic that would take life from one person and give it to another. He tried to convince Scar to hand one over to him now. "I'll give it right back," he promised.

"How about you do it first?" countered Scar, and Grian was pleased to see (and definitely not the tiniest bit hurt) that Scar was wary of tricks.

"But if I do then I'll be red and I'll kill you," said Grian. He tried to keep his voice steady; he was only pointing out the obvious, after all. But his heart leaped into his throat at the thought. He might only have the faintest memory of what that bloodlust felt like, but the thought of being overcome by it with Scar so close and no one else around terrified him. I can't kill you again. Don't make me kill you again.

By the time Scar gave in and agreed to hand over a life, Grian had made up his mind – he absolutely, without a doubt, needed to avoid Scar as much as possible for the duration of the second game. If Scar kept looking at him like that, like in the end he would do anything and everything that Grian asked of him, Scar was going to die because of him. I can't let that happen. I can't be the reason he dies again.

As soon as he felt the magic of the transfer fade, he turned and ran. "I'm not giving this back!" he shouted over his shoulder. Don't follow me, he pleaded silently. See me as a betrayer, a trickster, not an ally. Just don't follow me. Please.

#trafficshipping #hermitshipping #scarian #file: storm writes things