#eats a peanut at you (derogatory)

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#charlie kelly #iasip #cd #fc #'a good episode' means there's a scene where charlie's munching on a little snack for no particular reason #it's cute and it makes the world feel more real #and he needs to keep his energy up for hijinks! and soak up the booze! and he's my little guy and he deserves it!!! #also the weird little condescending shrug he gives the twins is so funny #eats a peanut at you (derogatory) #also the way he's just letting the debris pile up on the bar like an animal is sooooo

[b1uedcollar]

ASSOCIATIONS    /    CHARPENTIER.

a screw, by definition, is     —    a short, slender, sharp-pointed metal pin with a raised helical thread running around it and a slotted head, used to join things together by being rotated so that it pierces wood or other material and is held tightly in place.

–  screws as used in carpentry. –  sharp but almost never to the point. twisting into a weave of lies. –  mawmaw trixie taught him to thread a needle, but the girl he sat by in high school home-ec showed him the fundamentals of sewing. –  often thinks with his other head, cody also has a brain for guns, math, doomsday prep, and general overthinking. refers to bathrooms as the head. excessive drinking is a tactic to stay outta his mind. –  cody’s [stuck] tightly in place ( physically and mentally ). –  screws can have t / x indentions reminiscent of a cross. he’s a baptized catholic     :     rusty screws are a specific association.

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aircraft propeller

a prisoner’s derogatory term for a prison guard or warden

an act or instance of having sex

a mean or miserly person (archaic)

cheat or swindle (someone)

used to express anger or contempt

the propeller screwed up, crashing that plane. he’s a prisoner in some verses, a guard [cop] in others. he screws people in all kinds of ways. and he never grew out of the PG-curse    :    screw you.

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🪛   .    SCREWDRIVER as in the tool ( not so talented in screwing or driving [ too fast ] ).    screwdriver as in his least favorite drink.

SCREWBALL [ peanut butter whiskey ] as in his fanciest way of consuming alcohol.    screwball as in his go-to summer treat from the ice cream truck.    screwball as in his record-breaking pitch.

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america’s pastime.    arguably his first love.    favorite sport and core part of his identity.     ( jersey and cody number is 69. )

he is a snacker [ i will go more detail with a favorite foods post ], particularly fond of baseball foods : sunflower seeds, gum ( though he prefers chewing tobacco ), chips, hot dogs, peanuts.

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POTATOES    :    mistaken as “ root vegetables ”   { cody’s familiar with most of his family tree. he’s rooted in place to his hometown. }

a type of “ modified stem ” known as a tuber. these are compacted, swollen stems which are produced underground and remain there when the “ parent plant ” ( the old plant that produced this year’s crop ) has died down. this allows the plants to survive through the cold winter period because the tubers are deep below the soil surface where they are protected from frost.

⸻    preceded in death by his grandfather. will survive the winter that is grief despite burying himself in a hole on the family plot next to him. your grandmother’s prayers are still protecting you.

⸻    potatoes are also a symbol of nourishment, of sustenance, of the bonds that link families together.     cody is stitched together by inherited skills from his grandparents: woodworking and cooking. he inhales half-ass meals that keep him feeling dissatisfied with life, but he cannot shake his duty to nourish the community : buying burgers for his homeless besties, feeding whoever’s in the drunk tank at work, and volunteering to grill at functions. he will always bitch about somebody getting passed his no trespassing sign, but he’d never let someone leave his home with an empty stomach.

⸻    knows a lot about the famine but detests an irish goodbye.

⸻    loves fries [ with mayonnaise ],    especially the curly variety,    which are reminiscent of wood shavings and his hair.

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“ In baseball, the tension builds slowly. Eating peanuts is part of a nervous habit—it gives you something to do with your hands. ”

⸻    his hands stay busy. with a tool. a baseball. signing, gesturing. peanuts are as productive as they are tasty and a staple in baseball.    pop got him in the habit of putting peanuts in his coke.    but thanks to boss ( her lack of cooking skills and their general poor financial situation ),    cody’s a peanut butter [ chunky ] connoisseur.

⸻    peanuts   /  screws represent stability. in a perfect universe, he’d provide white picket fence security for a family. in reality, he’s firm in his belief that he is undeserving of anything good.

⸻    peanuts   /   potatoes represent prosperity, but cody lacks an abundance in wealth and success.    one could even say he’s working for peanuts ( “ a paltry thing or amount ” ).

⸻    peanuts served on planes. peanuts associated with elephants ( a myth perpetuated by cartoons and the circus ).

HE LOVES ELEPHANTS.

absolutely giddy for them. won’t talk your ear off with facts, but he does know they have an incredible memory. he finds peace in watching them, associates them with safety. which is anchored by childhood memories of watching dumbo with his mom. cody even has a stuffed one, worn with time, that he’ll deny existing. researchers believe elephants’ good memories are a big part of how elephants survive and why so many live so long ( 50 to 60 years or more on average ). those who work closely with elephants also have noticed that elephants remember injures and can hold grudges against those who have hurt them. his birthday is november 11 / veterans day { united states } : honors those who have served in the military. distinct from but sometimes mistaken as ` memorial day ` which remembers those who have died in service. / remembrance day { commonwealth } which marks the end of the first world war (and honors those who have died in the line of duty).    cody is a survivor of a plane crash in high school. he’d never make the comparison, but the scars of that night, both physical and mental, and the ptsd speaks for him. he was medically rejected when he tried to enlist at eighteen. an exceptional memory, near photographic, but prefers drinking to cope with the bad. usually lying if he says he doesn’t remember something. takes advantage of it for work { both as a cop and carpenter } and sometimes to stir the pot for his amusement.

⸻    peanuts are also a staple with beer at a bar. do not drink his bad attempt at making his own brew! you can, however, enjoy the wine from the shed. made it himself, actually… — blackberry.

favorite and only fruit he acknowledges.    memories of plucking ‘em from the wild,   picking from the bushes in his grandparents’ yard,   devouring buckets at a time.    hands stained red.

( unripe blackberry aesthetics represent blood staining his youth. )

[ BROKEN ] CLOCKS. –  once lived next to a retired clockmaker. couldn’t tell who was babysitting who when together. cody developed a fascination for antique clocks, collecting and tinkering with broken ones, which only deepened when he learned his family built his hometown’s clock tower.    the same one his grandfather eventually jumped. –   a broken clock is right twice a day. frozen in time by grief.

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DUCKS. –  rubber duckies during bath time with boss. –  a duck phone he picked up at a garage sale ( and still uses today ). –  an avid hunter ( the imagery of shooting ducks out of the sky and the plane crashing ), cody enjoys carving duck calls and decoys { that sell pretty good, even if he does give away plenty art for free }. not all ducks fly despite their wings ( cody hasn’t been in the air since the incident ), deliberately clipping his own wings by staying in his hometown. his outward personality being carefully carved ( a lie ). –  calling it duck tape and using it for everything.

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DANDELIONS. –  childhood innocence.    hope.    wishing on ‘em. now he lights them on fire. cody only knows the weed. he will not recognize the flower if shown, much like his inability to see a positive future. –  hometown mascot is the lions.

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LAGNIAPPE. ⸻    icarus ( the plane literally falling out the sky at the height of his baseball career ).  –  crushed [ beer ] cans and the pressure getting to him.  –  gasoline [ #gaslighter ] and instigating the fight.   –   fire.   –   burned down church. worshipped as a boy before he let the flames lick everything up. ( cody and his tongue : he never shuts. the. fuck. up. )  –  charpentier is french for carpenter. something something about wood giving you a splinter. jesus was a carpenter. he was resurrected too.  –  this photo is the best damn representation of his big [dead] fish in a small pond [sink] shtick!

#𝙲𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙿𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙴𝚁. 〈 🔩 〉 screwball. #i don't wanna look at this anymore sooooooo....... #i'm not making a works cited for this lmfao but just know that some of the links do go somewhere other than my blog : )

[ultravioart]

Thinking about Wander Over Yonder

Still dearly miss this show, I'll share some ingrained head canons of mine for watchdogs and Commander Peepers, my beloved.

Male watchdogs have the lashes!!! The watchdog army just keeps them military buzzcut. On watchdog home world though, full long eyelashes are the beauty standard(derogatory). Top falsies are like a toupée, upper and lower falsies are considered a full wig.

Female (watch)dogs are total b.... bitter creatures.... as confirmed by the crew. Emphasis on creature. Like... "the thing" meets retro brain monster... with a dash of "It came from outer space" alien for thematic irony. Oh, and Eye lasers! I ought to draw out some ideas sometime.

Since the males look like Eyeballs + optic nerve (pink body), I imagine the females as the brain + spinal cord/nervous system. The females are body horror jellyfish abominations that assimilate males of choice and slowly die-gest them. Anglerfish dynamic, I guess. This is why Hater's army (with minimal benefits to offer) can manage to recruit so many soldiers, it's a dog-eat-dog world back home!

The smaller the watchdog, the more condensed the nerves, so the tiny ones are more sensitive (physically and emotionally for cartoony effect). The bigger ones are more pain resilient and tough acting. However, due to home world standards, they'll find less "eye candy" types (big or small as the standard, you decide) free to recruit to Hater's ranks.

Home world is matriarchal, and queen ruled, perhaps with some idealized versions of Jolly London + "American suburban neighborhood" vibes for the cities. The males are treated like literal dogs(derogatory) though. Sit and stay, hush now, be a good mutt and wash the dishes. Itchy uncomfortable holiday dog costumes year-round, and butler behavior towards the soon to be self-made widows is seen as the norm for the unfortunate husbands. Collars are like wedding rings, leash rules are everywhere, and divorced strays or spinsters get sent to the pound, where Hater's army can easily recruit from.

Watchdogs can only eat soft foods. Stuff like Enchiladas are reserved for fancy events, for the norm on home world, it's... dog food(sorry). You'll find simple things like sweet potato mash, scrambled eggs, boiled carrots, etc. Fancier things are usually beautifully decorative but disappointing to taste. I mean hey, they eat with their eyes, after all (not sorry). Little to no spices are used, so the food is very bland. Over all the cuisine is like baby food mash meets the elderly's hospital food. And don't get me started on those cursed gelatin casseroles... similar allergies to dogs also apply. Aluminums=alimony so that mean watchdogs are allergic to flavor, Hay fever is a crusher, and carob is used instead of chocolate. Peanut butter is a favorite, causes lots of blinkies.

Watchdogs have those big eyes for a reason: nighttime vision! The home planet has short or nearly nonexistent daytime, but with fairly strong moonlight nights. Dog moons are common and it's a whole celebratory thing to crack open a cold one with the boys and howl at the moon before the party gets started. I can imagine there is a good number of seas and lovely coastline, many fishing careers and a strong navy... yes... just for the seadog pun. But hey, oysters and fish help eye health, apparently!

#wander over yonder #woy #commander peepers #watchdogs #text #Watchdog: sips a glass of #water and says it's too spicy

[writer-by-my-trade]

I’ll be your ship or your plane

only in the way they tend to go down

only in the way

(derogatory) not sexy

don’t get excited

I’m the fire in the alleyway

How about I call you hurricane

sign me up for storm chaser

but damn it’s a long chase

facing down the weather girl

trying to save face

they really don’t do more than guess

I’m going north

You’re way off west

but I swear

as long as the tank has gas

I’ll be on my way to you

promises empty like my belly

I forgot to eat

and you don’t cook

promises empty like our pockets

got too old

for candy bars and peanut butter

warm from sweatshirts and sweat

running like leaky faucets

tripping and obvious

Notice me

(but where’s the line

do the gods decide

if my wish is answered by

you or security)

I wanna see you in the summer

stick around for the pink sky

sunsets

I need to see your eyes

they say the perfect couple has someone

catching only greys

shadows and clouds

and the other catches colors

so by the frame of your face

and that hair and your makeup

I swear I’ll see ruby and sapphire

I’ll be your vampire

suck those sweet saturations

right out from your neck

(If you’re into that

[hickeys- like for clarity

not biting

I’m not twelve and into twilight])

I want to love you in the sunlight

at a picnic with our friends

before this plane ride ends

I got lucky with the first crash

slammed into you so graceful

I intertwined the shattered pieces

but next time

if I’m so unlucky

next time you’ll go flying

with the glitter and the glass

#poetry #poets corner #poetscommunity #poems and poetry #original poem #poets on tumblr #female writers

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my mom earlier was trying to like Explain my siblings arfid and how we think.... its more of an emotional association...... that they have to have food that makes them "feel good"........ because they have "good associations" with it........ being like super fucking weird and clinical and derogatory about it as if she wasnt the exact person who made them have a panic attack as a very little kid because she said if they kept eating peanut butter (their only safe food for like a year) theyd turn into an inanimate peanut and its make everyone so sad and she would have to show them off to her friends saying i used to have a kid but now theyre a peanut :( to try and get them to eat other fucking food instead of adapting their diet at all. like WHO do you think gave them the bad associations with eating food at home stop acting so fucking fluffy and bewildered like its not 100% your fault

#my family is so fucking SWIMMING in disordered eating and i cant even do anything about it because theyll just say shit that triggers MY #eating disorders ........ like what am i supposed to fucking do

[katyobsesses]

I just came to say, I eat reese's and think of you because of your strong (derogatory) feelings towards them😐

🥰 Hi Meg!

Okay so yes Reese's are disgusting, but I have reasons for that!

1. American chocolate is disgusting!

A friend in Sixth Form (last two years of High school) brought some back from a trip once and made our whole group of friends try it and wow, no. British chocolate is so much better. Actually, apparently, American chocolate doesn't even count as chocolate here 😂

2. I'm pretty sure I'm mildly allergic to peanuts/nuts. They make my tongue all tingly 🤪

So peanuts + American chocolate = no 💛

(obviously I don't care if others like it though, you do you boo)

#meg 💛 #neversatisfiedwithlife #ask #me #american chocolate tastes like chalk #like i am so sorry for all of you #also meg if youre reading this as i post it turn off tumblr. grab a book if you need to. and try to sleep 😴 #its like. 3am or something over there! #also this is the second time youve eaten food and though of me 😂

[jadekitty777]

On Your Six, Chapter 5

Day 5: Mission Go- Cooking for @taiqrowweek

Wait what do you mean I switched the prompt days around? Dunno what you’re talking about ;)

(Don’t worry it’ll make more sense in the long run)

Rating: T for this chapter, M for overall

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Qrow was what most of society would call a small-town criminal. But to those oppressed, he hoped only to be a healer. In an effort to make a change in the world, he moves from kingdom to kingdom, searching for branded omegas in need. His goal? To turn the derogatory words the reformatories forced them to bear on their skin into works of art.

Then one day, his past catches up to him in the form of Taiyang, his former best friend, with a brand of his own stained onto his skin and a plea for help in his eyes. Qrow has no choice but to answer, even if it means he’d have to face his mistakes once and for all.

[An ABO-style universe in a modern-day style Remnant. No Grimm, because people are the real monsters in this one]

Ao3 Link: On Your Sleeve

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Tai had started feeding him.

At first, it had begun with little things, shortly following that fateful day he gave him the picture. Prepackaged snacks or fresh fruits or vegetables as a healthy addition to the cheap, instant lunch meals he could easily afford. Then it quickly dissolved into tubberware covered leftovers of various pastas or stews, things that kept well and were well adept at making in large servings.

By late May, with the advent of Qrow’s twenty-sixth birthday, Tai arrived at his place loaded with grocery bags, a proper skillet and a determined purpose to make his favorite dish of chicken curry. It was, hands down, one of the best meals he’d had in years.

Yet, even after the occasion passed, the trend continued until it seemed Sunday became the day his stomach most looked forward too. Normally, Qrow would put up a fight about being doted after – Tai wouldn’t be the first omega to develop the habit. The most prominent of whom had been Maria, whose sessions had to be shorter than most both due to her age and the difficulty working with thinner, more wrinkled skin.

But she had also been a grandmother. A feisty one, who smacked him on the head a lot with her cane, but was also kind and worried and constantly remarking on his too-thin frame until he just gave up and let her do whatever she wanted.

But with Tai, he couldn’t even manage to feign annoyance. In part because Tai’s cooking was damn good and he’d be a fool not to gobble it up at every opportunity. But also, because it gave an excuse for their sessions to run long.

He didn’t even think it was a one-sided endeavor. Beyond the innate omega instinct to care for and Tai’s naturally generous personality, there was a loneliness in those blue eyes that told the truth behind all the fumbled attempts to waste time or make breaks run longer. By July, Tai wasn’t leaving his place until at least ten at night.

Neither of them complained about the arrangement.

Then August rolled around, and Qrow had an absolutely foolish idea.

The first Sunday of the month was on the 5th and it passed with little incident or notice. They were back at the first of the designs, arguably the most complex with the amount of color layers needed, so their dinner was nothing fancy. Just simple sandwiches and side salads, so most of their time could be spent under the needle instead.

He’d banked on that happening so that what would happen next wouldn’t have a chance of paling in comparison.

You busy tonight? He messaged early Wednesday.

Tai responded a few hours later, probably when his first break popped up. No. Why?

Come over after work. I have something to give you. He replied after he’d finished with his client for the day, sometime early afternoon.

The final response was cheeky and towards the end of the school day. You’re about as subtle as a brick.

Almost at 6 P.M. on the dot, there was a knock on his door.

“Coming!” Qrow called, dancing between the kitchen and the table to make sure everything was perfectly in place. He gave it all a satisfactory nod, then hurried over, sliding the door open only enough so he could wedge between it and the threshold, blocking Tai’s view.

The omega looked different, fresh out of work. His blond hair had been lightly gelled, just enough to give it a bit of bounce. The casual wear he was normally in was swapped out for a more professional look; pants and a collared shirt ironed of any wrinkles and shoes shined enough they gleamed.

So of course his eyes fell onto the one thing that completely ruined the look with a teasing snort. “Nice tie, Tai.”

“You like it?” He grinned, pulling at the absolutely hideous yellow abomination that was covered in yapping cartoon corgis. “The kids love ‘em. They call me the Funny Tie Guy.”

Oh Gods. “Bet you get a kick out of it every time.”

“I literally can knot get enough of it.” Tai had the nerve to wink as he said it too.

Qrow groaned. “You are so lucky it’s your day. Speaking of-” He swung the door open, revealing the room with a flourish.

Admittedly, it wasn’t much. Still, it was satisfying to see the way Tai’s face lit up with joy as he spotted the modest little table set for two, dinner already set in their bowls and the most expensive white wine he could reasonably afford already poured. The omega looked from it to him, grin growing, “You did all this?”

“Yeaaah.” Qrow flushed, trying to hide his anxiety. He’d never been great with giving gifts. “Happy birthday ya big lug.”

Tai laughed, throwing an arm over his shoulders and pulling him into a hug. “Thank you. This is just what I wanted.”

He could have stayed there forever – but he didn’t work himself to death to let dinner go cold. He pat his back, mindful of the healing wounds, and said, “Let’s eat.”

Qrow’s relationship with cooking was disjointed and the spread seemed to reflect that. The fried rice was perfect; it was one of the first things his mother taught him how to make on the stove. The garlic broccoli, more of a staple in the Xiao Long family, had a bit of crunch where some of the pieces hadn’t fully cooked through because he hadn’t had Tai beside him to remind him to stir. Just like the many other easy things he helped him learn how to make when he found out he and Raven had been living off nothing but white rice and peanut butter sandwiches for months.

The moo shu pork was the trickiest and most complicated dish by far and nothing he’d ever even attempted before. His amateur hand left it looking a bit of a mess as they poured it onto the tortillas. Unpretty as it was in presentation and lacking a few of the pricier ingredients like oyster sauce and sesame oil, the marinade had the pork still bursting with flavor.  

The wine was there to act as a garnish to make the food seem better than it was. Which was probably why Qrow kept pouring it until he and Tai had split two and a half glasses between each other. Either that, or because Tai was adorably chatty when he was tipsy.

“So, there we are, watching about thirty of these Fayblades spinning around, knocking into each other and some of the cheaper ones are falling apart. Everything is going too fast for any of us to do the math problems on them. And Missy and I just look at each other like we both just realized what a horrible mistake we made. It was only the first week back and I was pretty sure we were about to lose an eye or something.” As he told the story, Tai animatedly gestured around with his glass, liquid sloshing almost past the rim. “We get the kids to back up until they all stop. Then Missy starts gathering a few up, saying how this time we would try less so we can actually keep count – when Velvet speaks up from the back and says ‘Blue wins 124 to 90’.”

Qrow polished off his own glass, setting it on the table. “That’s the quiet one with the rabbit in her bag, right?”

“Mmhmm. She kind of tries to hide when everyone starts looking at her, so I don’t say anything right then. Just take it as fact and move on. But when recess comes around, I pull her aside and ask her how she knew the answer. And she tells me, completely serious mind you, that she’s a camera. So it was easy to do all the math when she basically had the pictures saved in her head. And I’m like, holy shit!” He taps his temple for emphasis. “She has a photographic memory.”

“Ain’t that just a myth?” He asked, starting to gather the empty dishes.

Tai waved him off. “Pfft. Qrow, you gotta stop thinking like the world’s just a big science textbook. It’s more like a-a fairytale! Where magic can happen at any moment.”

“Tai, you’re drunk.”

“I am not!” This time, when he gestured, some of the wine hit the table. He blinked down at it. “Ah, shit!”

He laughed. “Man, you still can’t hold your liquor.”

“You dishonor me.” The omega accused, pointing to his right hand as if it were an exhibit. “I’m holding it just fine.”

That only made him laugh harder, until he had to wipe tears from the corners of his eyes.

~

Somehow, they found themselves laying side by side on the bed, shoulders pressed together. Tai’s scroll was balanced between the head of the bed and the wall, the display playing the finale of their favorite show growing up, Silver Eyes.  It was the height of the final battle. Rosette was locked in battle with Bastinda while the rest of her friends lay, unconscious or ensnared in traps, around them.

“Do you not yet see how pointless this all is? How my power eclipses you all?” Bastinda snarled as she swung her wand down. “You’re all just insignificant riffraff!”

Rosette seemed to find some strength, blocking the attack with her broadsword. “You’re wrong! No one is insignificant! Even the smallest of us has something good to contribute.”

“Foolish child!” A powerful gravity spell threw Rosette to the ground, knocking her sword out of her hand.

“Gods,” Qrow griped. “This is cheesier than I remember.”

Tai shushed him. “Hush, the best part’s coming up!”

He rolled his eyes, but his traitorous mouth smiled all the same. Alright, so maybe this part was pretty hype. Watching it play out again on the screen, he felt ten again, practically glued to screen as his excitement built.

A large shadow stretched across the valley, delaying the witch from striking the final blow as she turned to the source. Up on the hill, sun behind him, was Zwei. Rosette’s little corgi that had been with her from the start of the show. He came racing down the hill, stubby little legs barely able to pick up speed.

Bastinda sneered, pointed her wand at the dog. “Pathetic.”

“Zwei, no!!” Rosette cried, tears filling her eyes just as the blast fired.

It seemed like the end for the lovable pup as smoke filled the air.

And then, with a blast of light, something came flying out of the dust and landing before the witch. The world rumbled under powerful paws as the giant white wolf stood before her, letting out a powerful growl that brought her to her knees.

“I don’t believe it!” Blanca cried from her mirror prison. “Zwei’s a Guardian!”

The rest of the finale played out just as he remembered, Zwei turning the tide of the fight and giving Rosette a chance to free her friends, all of them coming together for one final attack that rid the world of the cruel witch once and for all. After that, the wolf turned back into the lovable and more marketable corgi pup, and everyone headed home to enjoy true peace for the first time in a millennium.

Tai sat up as the credits began to roll, stretching his arms above his head. “I still think it holds up pretty well.”

“Sure, if you ignore the fact they completely sidelined Silver Eyes. It’s only the title of the show.” He snarked.

“Come on now. It’s not about the power ups. It’s about the journey and the-”

“Friends they made alone the way.” He mimed gagging. It was only the motto shoved down his throat at the end of almost every episode.

Tai merely laughed at his antics, picking up his scroll and slipping off the bed. “It’s late. I better head home.”

Maybe it was the vestiges of the alcohol or maybe it was the other’s scent, sweeter and more inviting than usual, that loosened his tongue enough to offer, “You could crash here, if you want.”

“In your bed? We hardly fit.”

Acquiescently, he rolled onto his side, practically shoving himself against the wall as he pat the wide, empty space. “It’ll be fine. And your drunk.”

“Hardly. And I’ll have to get up early to get back home and get ready.”

“It’s fine.” The noise left him involuntarily. It wasn’t a growl, really; it was barely more than a rumble. Regardless, the regret hit him instantly as he bit down on his tongue and turned his face up apologetically.

The omega just arched a brow, entirely unaffected and unimpressed by his pitiful display. Then he chuckled, any meteor-sized tension there could have been burning up long before impact could be made. “Gods, you’re such a punk, you know that?”

“I…uh…”

“Alright, you win.” Tai set the alarm on his scroll with his right hand, while he crossed the room and got the lights with his left. He used the glow coming off of the device to find his way back, dropping it onto the nightstand. In the bits of moonlight coming from the window, Tai became an erotic beauty as he undid his tie and buttons, shrugging out of his shirt. His belt hit the ground next – though mercifully he kept his pants on.

Qrow watched him, utterly transfixed, as he lowed himself to the bed, mattress dipping anew with the readded weight as the omega stretched out onto his stomach. Beyond all comprehension, he had to fight every muscle in his body from reaching for him. The need to bring him close and curl around him was overwhelming. So, he shoved his hands underneath the crook of his neck and locked his elbows.

Why had he thought this was a good idea again?

Tai heaved out a long sigh, mumbling, “Goodnight Qrow.”

He swallowed, voice barely above a whisper as he responded, “G’night.”

Without a clock in the room, there was no telling how long he lay there, coiled up tight like a spring waiting for the pressure to come loose, listening to the sounds of Tai’s breathing slowly evening out. It wasn’t until Qrow was absolutely certain the other wouldn’t wake that he risked it.

Though it felt a bit reprehensible, it was with that same uncontrolled desire in which he found himself scooting his upper half forward, inch by agonizing inch, until the bridge of his nose was pressed up against the curve of Tai’s shoulder.

His eyes slipped shut, breathing in deeply. The omega’s scent swirled around him, sunflowers and soil and bright summer days; a smell that was unmistakably, irrevocably Tai.

Here. With him.

Slowly, the rigidity to his muscles relaxed and he finally drifted off, the scent embracing him as securely as its owner could.

#qrow branwen #taiyang xiao long #Taiqrow #taiqrowweek #rwby #fanfiction #Chase Firekitten's Tale

[nietopesz]

rules: answer questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better. i was tagged by @ncityzen (💗💗💕) about 3 months ago and i decided to do this now instead of revising for my test <3

name: kasia

gender: girl

star sign: leo!

height: 162cm

time: 9:51 am

birthday: 18th of august

favorite bands: bts

favorite solo artists: i dont know honestly, im pretty obsessed with tyler the creator as of late

song stuck in my head: ogórek ogórek ogórek zielony ma garniturek i czapkę i sandały zielony zielony jest cały (mum just won't stop humming it when we eat breakfast)

last movie: szarlatan (when the cinemas opened for like 3 weeks :") )

last show: i think skam france, ive had a short revival of my obession with that show

when i created this blog: on june 2013, it is quite tragic.

last thing i googled: listy chopina do tytusa woyciechowskiego (chopin's letters to tytus woyciechowski) lmao

other blogs: nah

do i get asks: from one person sometimes <3

following: 562

followers: not a lot

why i chose my url: i like bats

average hours of sleep: 6-7

lucky number(s): 4

instruments: none sadly :(

what i'm wearing: sweatpants and a big shirt

dream trip: i wanna go to china on a 1 or 2 month long trip. more reastically my friend and me were talking about going to berlin this summer

favorite food: i dont think i have just one fav meal, i love food. bulgur groats with vegetables and peanut butter is what im into recently

nationality: polish (derogatory)

favorite song: i can't choose just one

top three fictional universes i would like to live in: my mind's a blank, i havent been watching/reading anything beside stuff for class recently. avatar the last airbender maybe and idk what else

i tag: @rud3l0ve, @moonbyjin, @muscosus, @monieggz, @saintieux @breadlov, @minghau

#tagged

[thecluelessredhead]

Sunset Curve: A Hollywood Legacy

Word Count: 2050

Chapter 2 of ??

Additional notes at the bottom.

Chapter Two

Bobby was sprawling in his dressing room, his guitar on his chest, playing with the strings gently. Occasionally, he would stretch out a slender arm and pick up a peanut. He wouldn’t eat it immediately, but hold it up to the light and look at it, as if that specific peanut would tell him the secrets of the universe. He asked once. The peanut didn’t answer. 

Luke came flying into the room while he was performing this ritual. He was grumbling and speaking incoherently, but when he saw Bobby, on his back studying a nut, he stopped, and shut the door slowly.

“Hey, buddy,” he said slowly, like he was talking to a horse that might rear its head at any moment. “You okay?” Bobby nodded, tossing the peanut through the air and catching it in his mouth. “Strike out with Rose?” Luke approached on his toes, still seemingly afraid of Bobby. Again, Bobby just nodded. “She got a boyfriend?” Luke sat down on the edge of the couch Bobby was on. 

Nod.

“His name’s Ray,” Bobby said, his husky voice seeming even deeper through his peanut. 

“Bummer,” Luke sympathized, clapping Bobby on the knee. “But hey! No time to be sad! We go on at the Orpheum in an hour!” 

“Yeah!” Bobby sat up, looking suddenly energized. Then, he registered Luke for the first time, who was dripping wet. “What happened to you?” 

“It’s pouring outside,” Luke answered.

“Good or bad?” Bobby asked, all business. 

Luke grabbed a handful of peanuts. “Could go either way,” he gargled through a mouthful. Bobby grunted his agreement. “Hey, where are Alex and Reggie?”

“I don’t know. Didn’t Alex say he’s just going to get some air?” Bobby asked. Luke shrugged. He didn’t want to talk about Alex. 

“Reggie should be here by now, too,” Luke said, anxiously. 

“They’re gonna make it,” Bobby assured him. Luke took a deep breath, trying to center himself. “Is that all?”

“Huh?” Luke looked at Bobby. He knew what Bobby was asking.

“Is that all you’re upset about?”

Luke stood up, and walked away, facing a small table of trinkets, picking each of them up individually, and examining them closely. “It’s just…” He heaved a sigh, and turned his head, to get a look of Bobby in his peripheral vision. Bobby was watching him closely, but not scrutinizing. Just watching in a way that was careful and kind. “Whenever I imagined this night, my parents were in the front row.”

Bobby didn’t respond immediately. He didn’t know how long it would take him to come up with the right words. Perhaps he would never get there. So, all he could blurt out was, “Maybe they’ll show up. There’s still time!”

“Yeah, thanks,” Luke replied, still playing with the chachkies and sounding very insincere. “I don’t need them.” He turned to face Bobby, his jaw hardening. “I’ve made it this far.” He crossed to the window and threw it open, looking into the rainy world beyond. Bobby turned to follow his movements with a face of patience being lost. Luke pressed his hands against the lower sill and scanned the streets below for Alex or Reggie.

“You miss them.” It wasn’t a question. 

“I don’t need them,” Luke repeated. 

“You said that already.” Luke turned his head slightly so that Bobby could see his jaw tightening. 

“Well, what do you suggest that I do?” he asked rhetorically, turning back to the window and hunching his back slightly. On the streets, there was already a snaking line waiting to get inside. No one seemed to care about the rain, which lifted Luke’s spirits. All of these people were here to see Sunset Curve. They weren’t just some opening act anymore. People cared. Wanted to see them. 

“Play the song,” Bobby said, and for a moment Luke had forgotten he was there. He froze, and turned slowly, keeping his hands on the window, and leaning so far from Bobby, he could feel the rain on his forehead.

“The song?” Luke prompted, although he knew what Bobby was trying to say.

Bobby heaved an enormous sigh, and flopped back onto the couch. What a pair of dramatics they were. “You know.” Bobby stood up and raised his eyebrows pointedly. He walked forward so that he and Luke were nose to nose and Luke could lean no further out of the window. “Unsaid Emily?”

“No!” Luke stood up straight, throwing Bobby away from him. “I wrote that song ages ago!”

“Like a week ago?”

“No!” Luke snapped again, already reaching for the doorknob to leave the room, not even knowing where he intended to go. 

“Look, what do you have to lose?” Bobby spit the question out at his friend, who stopped, his hand on the doorknob, his head turned slightly to the left, his jaw clenched. “Pride?” Coming out of Bobby’s mouth, the word sounded derogatory and pathetic, but he was right. That’s exactly what Luke had to lose. He flung the door open and stormed away from Bobby, leaving the door, and the conversation wide open. But Bobby had his answer. 

Chatter rang through the hall. It bounced off the hallowed walls and reverberated through every room of the theatre, amplified by excitement. The band stood backstage, nerves running high, but not in the same way that they had been before. Now, they felt the kind of nervousness that only came from the moments before seeing your dreams realized. The jabbering hit their ears but stopped there, their brains were too fried with both joy and terror. 

The time had come, and none of the four could believe it. Alex had believed that some horrible fate would befall them before the night would arrive. But, the PA system crackled, and a man with a voice clearly intended for radio said, “Live at the Orpheum. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage Sunset Curve!” The lights went down, and the place fell silent.

As soon as they were on stage, all fear and anxiety melted. They could hardly see the audience through the bright spotlights and their own blinding jubilation. What they didn’t see was the handsome young man who slipped in while the bouncers weren’t paying attention. Willie. He crept over to a table and dropped down next to a very confused girl, without taking his eyes off the drummer. 

The entire show was one big blur, much like a wedding day. Luke Patterson, married to his work. Before long, all four boys were bouncing energetically up and down and drenched in sweat, playing their greatest personal hits, heard by only their most devoted fans. The show went on late into the night, but no one cared about the time, for they were too engrossed. 

When it at last ended and everyone cleared out, no one noticed the teary eyed couple, leaving reluctantly. The woman was short with brown hair that looked constantly frizzy. The man dwarfed his wife, but in a way that made them only look more compatible. They took one last longing look at the band before being forced from the building by the throng. Only two guests chose to stay behind. Willie, despite the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place, and a tall powerful looking woman, who approached the band as they whooped and hollered, living in the high of what they had just achieved. 

Silence fell over the four as she drew near, and they all turned, falling into their classic positions as a part of the group. Luke stepped forward, preparing to represent the band. Alex stood close behind him, almost protectively, as if afraid that the woman would attack. Reggie and Bobby stood behind Luke and to his right, like an anxious audience of the whole thing. Luke looked back at his band mates one last time before turning to face the woman and sticking out his hand. 

She took it and shook it. “Gentlemen. I’m Olivia Garcia.” The four introduced themselves in a similar order that they had to Rose. “Let me get right to the point. I’m an executive for Pacific Records. What I saw tonight was very impressive. I spoke to my colleagues, and we would be happy to represent Sunset Curve.” She passed an awestruck Luke a thin card. “Give us a call.” She gave the frozen boys a small smile, and left the place, brushing past Willie who had an impressed look, gently coloring his face as he looked at Alex and his bandmates. He approached the boys tentatively, who had turned to face each other. High fives were passed and shared eagerly while all the boys whooped with joy and spoke indistinctly over each other.

Alex caught sight of Willie and slipped away from his ecstatic bandmates unnoticed, who were now jumping in childish circles chanting, ‘we played the Orpheum!’. 

“You came,” Alex said, unsure what he meant by that statement. Clearly, Willie had come. Was Alex implying that he was surprised? Was it merely a statement of joy? Was Willie overthinking the whole thing as much as he was?

“Told you I’d find a way.” He grinned.

“A legal way?” Alex teased. Willie blushed and shrugged, rolling his head toward the ground. It had now become apparent to the other three band members that their drummer was no longer an active part of their celebrations. They turned and registered Willie, every possible scenario of who the boy could possibly be running through their heads as they studied his face, particularly the way he looked at Alex, and vice versa. Bobby, who seemed most determined in respecting Alex’s privacy, nudged Reggie, who took Luke by the arm and steered him in the other direction. They then pretended like they weren’t listening as intently as they were, staring at the ceiling and the floor and the stage. 

Willie dropped his joking act to make serious eye contact with Alex, a truly terrifying concept. “You guys were really good.”

“Oh, thanks,” Alex said, sticking his elbows out and turning his head shyly. 

“So, that woman was someone important, huh?” Willie continued.

“Yeah, she said she wants to represent us!” He beamed, glee lighting up his face in an instant. “It’s totally insane, and completely terrifying and I’m so excited!” He went on rambling, and Willie watched, smiling, as Rose approached the other three onlookers.

“Even better than your soundcheck,” she said, giving them an excuse to focus on something other than Alex. Reggie tilted his head and smirked, Luke grinned and thanked her. Bobby did nothing. “Listen, I’m having a party later tonight. Like, now, actually. It’d be great if you guys would come. Beer, fans. Great music, of course.” She waited patiently for their response, and though they dragged it out, her spiel was pretty hard to ignore. “You can even ring you friend.” Rose jerked her thumb back to Alex and Willie, still talking happily. 

“Alright, I guess we’ll come,” Luke agreed, looking at his bandmates with a crooked grin. 

“Great!” Rose gave Bobby the address, and bid them a safe walk.

Luke stepped tentatively toward Alex and Willie, peeking over Alex’s shoulder. “Look, I’m sorry to interrupt, but Alex, we’re headed out. Rose is throwing a party. Your, uh-” Luke searched for the proper word hesitating slightly over the word friend. “-buddy is welcome as well.” He inwardly pinched himself at the foolish choice of words.

Alex turned to Willie, the question in his eyes. 

“No, I couldn’t,” he admitted apologetically. “My folks will be wondering where I am. I catch you later, though?”

“Yeah, of course,” Alex agreed. Willie shot him one last sideways smile, and rushed from the theater.

“Who was that?” Luke asked as soon as he was gone, and Bobby and Reggie hurriedly stepped forward to hear about the mystery man. 

“A guy I ran into,” Alex answered, grinning to himself at his own little pun. “Willie.” He grinned at the way the name felt on his lips. The boys nodded assent.

“Shall we?” Reggie asked, making a large gesture with his arms in the general direction of nowhere.

“Won’t Carla miss you?” Bobby wondered.

Reggie shook his head.”She’ll understand.”

“Then, let’s go boys.” And Luke led the way to the party.

Notes: If you’re with me thanks again! Chapter three will be back hopefully sooner rather than later. If anyone is interested, I can make a tag list, so just let me know.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp fanfic #luke jatp #charlie gillespie #madison reyes #julie jatp #reggie jatp #jeremy shada #alex jatp #owen patrick joyner #sacha carlson #nick jatp #jadah marie #flynn jatp #carrie jatp #savannah lee may #willie jatp #willex #booboo stewart #bobby jatp #taylor kare

[roninhunt0987]

The Birth of Lil Geni The Fox

The Birth of Lil Geni The Fox

By: Roninhunt0987

X3 finally after posting a bunch of pics and etc I now have the time to do the fic of Lil Geni's birth... =3 this is her here btw if ya forgot: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42450002/

anyway the last one I did with the 7 kiddos of Gen'ichi and Ninjara there was a 6 year time skip... O.o for this one will be a 3 year time skip meaning on that the 7 kiddos will be 9 while Lil Geni will be around 3 years old... O.o so yea... anyways sit back and enjoy the hilarity

Characters(C)belongs to their rightful owners

-Kato/Prower residence-

Ninjara: -in the bathroom doing a pregnancy test as she just woke up while the others are in the living room watching cartoons-

Gen'ichi: -relaxing with Suzuki-

Suzuki: -watching cartoons-

Ran, Rei, Reiko, Rika, Miwa, Nori and Gen'ichi Jr: -watching tom and jerry-

tv: -shows tom getting hurt as the iconic Tom screaming sfx is heard in the background-

Ran, Rei, Reiko, Rika, Miwa, Nori and Gen'ichi Jr: -laughs-

Suzuki: XD hehehe

Gen'ichi: XD heh

Raph: -in the kitchen making homemade pizza- hmmm

Mikey: -reading comics which are the IDW sonic comics which is issue 24 and winces because of reading the bit where whisper is crying- ohhh geeze

Whisper: -looks over Mikey's shoulder and winces a lil because of that pain of a memory she had to go through-

Tangle: -same- Mikey: -looks to them- O.o whats wrong??

Whisper: -breathes in and then out- this... well uhm

Tangle: believe it or not mikey this actually happened.... like years ago before sonic and co moved to Station square city to help with Dad and the others...

Mikey: oh geeze i'm sorry I never knew that

Whisper: mmhmm... about a year ago Tangle and I got adopted on the spot when we saw the comic issue for the very first time....

Jared: -walks on over- thankfully around issue 29 or so things got back to normal... or well least the start of it... sonic went missing and landed somewhere at the Sol islands... he later returned to the main land when blaze used her abilities to send sonic back to help... plus the fact I was told Omega was uhm... .w. busted up as he was only a head at the time

Mikey: you mean like Lopez from red vs blue

Jared: O_o wait what??

Mikey: ya not kidding -gets out issue 25 and shows the page where cream and whisper were having a chat while omega was yammering on and such-

Jared: -looks at it- O_O oh crap I did not notice that

Omega: -looks over and looks at it and facepalms because the fact he did behave like lopez when he was only a head which was detached from his body at the time-

Jared: -looks to him- O_o ya did notice and realized that did ya Omega: affirmative I was indeed behaving like that SP Vector: .w. well least ya didn't speak spanish like Lopez Omega: Derogatory insult: SHUT THE F**K UP YA STUPID CROCK OF S**T!!!

Jared: O_o;;;;;; uhhh... rouge

Rouge: -from the kitchen- Ya?? Jared: O_o since when Omega can swear

Rouge: -from the kitchen- uhhh I dunno couple weeks ago when he was looking at random youtube videos of the swear words and such as well as other stuff

Jared: O_o got it just checking -walks off- geeze louise now Omega can swear like a sailor now gawd

Mikey: O_o oooookay

Donnie: -walks in- O_o hey what happened I could of sworn I heard E-123 omega started swearing

Leo: -walks in from the kitchen- thats because he did cuz SP Vector said something stupid insulting to Omega

Donnie: O_o owch

Ninjara: -comes out of the restroom with the pregnancy test being positive and is behind Gen'ichi and shows him that she is pregnant again- ^///^ Gen'ichi: -notices- ^^ hehehe

Suzuki: hu??

Ninjara: X3 kids just so ya know ya mama is pregnant ya may expect a lil sibling to look after which makes ya as big siblings now

Ran, Rei, Reiko, Rika, Miwa, Nori and Gen'ichi Jr: X3 YAY!!! Suzuki: XP and another kiddo for me to spoil

Gen'ichi: ^^ yup

SP Vector: O_o oh no

-first 3 months-

Ninjara: -has music playing and has the earphones on her tummy so her child can hear it-

SP Vector: -about to say something stupid until he gets a Kunai to his head- oh s**t -drops dead- X_x

Ninjara: -relaxing-

-second 3 months-

Ninjara: -eating chicken Terraki with Peanut butter on it-

SP Vector: how are ya eating all that

Ninjara: -glares- rrrrrrrr

SP Vector: O_o geeze screw you too lady

Suzuki: -doing that same Alastor moment as she is smirking like him and has a chainsaw as she revs it-

SP Vector: oh s-

Censored screen: -CENSORED: DEAR GOD NOT AGAIN!!-

SP Vector: -screaming from behind the censored screaming in bloody murder as he is getting sawed up with a chainsaw- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

-final 3 months: the birth-

-Megaville City Hospital-

Ninjara: -squeezing Gen'ichi's hand-

Gen'ichi: .w. this is fine -from his mind: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!-

-at the waiting room-

everyone: -waiting and etc-

nurse: -wheeling Ninjara in with a lil girl 3-tailed fox girl-

Gen'ichi: -smiles-

Ninjara: -smiles-

Ran, Rei, Reiko, Rika, Miwa, Nori and Gen'ichi Jr: -gathers round looking to their lil sister for the first time- ohhhhh

Suzuki: X3 hehe

Nori: X3 whats her name mommy

Ninjara: X3 this is Geni

Donnie: O.O oh wow an albino... O.o pure white 3-tailed fox girl

Lil Geni: -opens her eyes for the first time to see she has red and blue eyes and the look of saying hu- ?

Suzuki: -smiles as she holds her for the first time- ^^ hehe hey there i'm ya aunt Suzuki

Lil Geni: mew -nuzzles-

Gen'ichi: X3 awwww

Lil Geni: -looks to Gen'ichi- X3 mew mew mew mew

Gen'ichi: -chuckles and gets her from Suzuki carefully- ^^ hehe

Lil Geni: -nuzzles on her daddy for the first time- mew

Raph: -chuckles- hehe

Lil Geni: -random sticks her tongue out at Raph- Blep

Raph: O_o uhhhhhhh

Mikey: -busts out laughing at Raph- XD hehehehehehe

Raph: >< WHY YOU- COME HERE!!! -chases Mikey- Mikey: OH GEEZE RUNNING TIME!!! -runs-

Raph: MIKEY!!! -chases him-

Frenchie: 3 years l-

Karl The Fox-bat: NOPE!!! -kicks Frenchie out of the way and clears throat-

Frenchie: -offscreen groaning in pain-

Karl The Fox Bat: :3 3 years later

Ran, Rei, Reiko, Rika, Miwa, Nori and Gen'ichi Jr: -all 7 of them are now 9 years old as its fathers day which also happens to be Lil Geni's third birthday-

Lil Geni: X3 hehe -eating her cake with her dad-

Suzuki: -smiles as she has something for Geni-

Lil Geni: -notices the old plush- O.o whats that Aunt Suzuki

Suzuki: ^^ well... this was an old plush I have when I was about your age... =3 her name is Scrub... X3 I am passing her to ya now kiddo its all yours take care of her always... X3 come to me if ya want me to maintain her oki

Lil Geni: X3 oki thank you -hugs Scrub the plush- ^^

Raph: -about ready to give her b-day punches which he is gonna do carefully and then gets a cake splatter on his face from SP Vector- ._.;;;;

SP Vector: -laughs like Nelson- HA HA!!! Raph: -glares as he gets the cake off his face- YOU ARE SO DEAD CROCFACE!!! COME HERE!!!

SP Vector: OH CRAP AHHHHHH!!!!!

Karl The Fox-bat: :3 2 hours of asswhooping later

SP Vector: -in a full body cast- oooooggghhh

Leo: .w. never splat cake in raph's face

SP Vector: -muffles- oh bite me

Leo: ._. -does a karate chop on SP Vector- WHAP!!!

SP Vector: -his body cast breaks in two and has the look of utter pain on his face and insert Mamaf**ker SFX: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edry0kuy8bo– MAMAF**KER!! Stupid Mario: -offscreen and yells it also: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edry0kuy8bo - MAMAF**KER THATS MY A LINE B***H!!! SP Vector: >< WHATEVER!!!

Scene: -does a small fart noise of blacking out-

TFS Nappa: .w. the end

-XD END XD-

-RH0987 PRODUCTIONS 2021-

@otakuneko-lotus

[beenjen]

So this week has been another adventure in the life. Since hubs and I have been struggling, and I’ll add there it’s more hardship with work/kid schedules than it is us not meshing, I didn’t hit my tuesday yoga, so that we could have some family time and it was well worth it. We all made dinner together - Jamis building a LEGO creation and Lilith in her high hair, then we piled on the couch, and it was a much needed snuggle fest.

Wednesday you shared with me when I lost my struggle with running v taquitos, Thursday I was planning a yoga catch up, unfortunately one of my close girlfriends 2 y/o’s was in the hospital here with pneumonia, and i subbed taking her dinner. I may fuss about the day ins and day outs of my life, but she’s a real trooper. She’s in the middle of a divorce, has 3 teenage kids and 2 under 3 with her now husband, the dynamics there are so bad. Richland, the youngest that is sick, has Downs, and she has had her challenges, which my girlfriend has been 100% on top of getting the resources set up that she needs, relatively solo, hence the pending split, however, she has had so many respiratory issues, that this is the second time since December she’s needed hospital care.

There’s a deli near our house that has incredible food, and since baby girl tested negative for RSV and flu, I didn’t feel it was a risk for my own babes that I couldn’t be supportive. I nabbed this dope cookie, namesake Dolly (read previous post for my love affair there), that was this red velvet- marshmallow frosting concoction coated with fruity pebbles - um.... drool, in addition to Rueben, grilled veg sandwich, chips and bevs -

Great visit with my lady, and her daughter loved watching video clips on my phone of Lilith walking, jamis doing word searches, roofing the back porch, and it was a good time. She mended rapidly and went home today, blessed be.

Friday I was able to hit the work gym on my lunch and I was a bum that talked to my mom on my headphones for 15 minutes, but was still able to pick up a faster pace after that and get in my 3 miles.

On my way home, hubs called me and we had an intense heart to heart, where - I haven’t posted about the school drama with Jamis this week, but suffice it to say I ended up having a conversation with his teacher that we were thinking it wasn’t a good match and were considering changing schools, long story short, she said he’s amazing, but a leader, and when he acts out everyone else does too and that has lead to her being more firm with him than the other kids and she will do better about letting us know the good, not just the age appropriate acting out, which settled my spirit some - and my hubs has had to soul search, realizing some of Jamis’ acting out is directly attributable to his parents picking him up daily, feeding him sugary shit, and sitting him in front of the tv versus him playing at afterschool care.

I know I’ve mentioned multiple times before how they seem to take over when they get and inch, and I’ve been along for the ride, because it’s resulted in a fight with hubs, and it seems he is FINALLY on the same page. He noted that his parents are super negative and use negative reinforcement and manipulation with our son, and his behavior started to decline as they’ve had more and more interaction.

**note, I’ve said the same before and it was met with hostility and ‘why do you hate my parents?’

Whatever. I don’t care, but super long story short, he walked in on my MIL being highly derogatory and emotionally manipulative of our son over something very small - him not wanting the meatloaf she’d made because she fed him Cheetos and ice cream 30 minutes before - and it all clicked for him. So after this next week, we will be using the after school program 3 days a week, so that Jamis can play ( not be in front of a tv) and have healthy snacks (cheese, apple slices, peanut butter crackers) versus pop tarts, starbursts and Cheetos - which we super limit but his parents bribe him with.

I’m holding my breath at the moment, because this will be the original plan we set out last fall, that I truly believe will be best for the kids, our work schedule and hubs having less day to day with his folks. I want to add here too, that this isn’t because I don’t want everyone having a relationship, because I do and I think it’s super important, however, when there is more, it’s usually encompassed with overstepping bounds about our jobs, home life, rearing of the kids, finances, and not about quality time with the children, causing very hurtful feelings for my husband.

Case in point, every conversation includes ‘I’m disappointed’ - regarding whatever the case may be, a lecture on how to do it right (MILs way) and that we are screwing up with our money, house, children, and everything inbetween. I’m very in support of separating church and state here - meaning removing his parents from our day to day life and relegating them where they should be, as babysitters. How harsh does that sound?! Gah. Seriously though, they can’t not try to take over when they are a part of things and it’s not in a helpful or healthy way. If they ask if we want them to do something, and we say no, they will do it anyways. If they ask what we want the kids to eat, or watch or any manner of things, it’s almost intentional that they will do what we request them not.

I’m grateful that hubs is seeing this, that he is seeing it’s ramifications and that I didn’t have to lay an unholy smack downtown to do what’s best for our kiddos. Fuck.

Anywho, I’m going to yoga in the morning and I’m crossing my fingers this will be the start to us getting back on track xx

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #262

WoW will probably start to take over my life again tomorrow oof so expect surveys to slow down some.

What do you wish people wouldn't call you? The only one I don't really like is Girt calling me "kid." He doesn't mean it in a derogatory way or anything like that; he's just always called me that since I was a high school freshman and he was a senior. Now as an adult that's been through things I don't believe anyone deserves, it's kinda weird but more so frustrating as, regardless of his intentions, I somewhat feel belittled. I've never said anything directly about my discomfort, though, so it's my own fault. I just don't want to make him feel bad for doing it for years lmao. What do people say about your name upon learning it for the first time? They don't say anything; my name is very ordinary. Why did you choose the hair length you have? I have a few reasons. The biggest is because I was just bored of average, long hair, and the fact I was at the time having a very hard time with self-care. My hair would get incredibly knotted to where it was hard to even brush it sometimes. Makes me shiver thinking back on it. For my own sanity and ease, it needed to be gone. Also, with how STUPID hot I get, cutting it all off helped with the weight of my hair (it's v thick) but more importantly how hot it made me it the warm months. Zero regrets chopping it all off, omg. If your hair could be ANY color, what would you pick? At this very moment, I really want silver hair. Do you wish your hair was longer or shorter than it is now? It needs a trim. Do you think you're attractive? (It's okay to say yes =P) No; I think I wouldn't look ALL to bad if I lost some more weight (I've literally been on a weight loss plateau for two fuckin years). When I was perfectly healthy, I didn't think I was very pretty even back then, but now that I look back, I feel I was decently pretty. Not gorgeous, but. What is your favorite band? Ozzy Osbourne. :') What is your favorite movie? The Lion King. The second one is like directly behind it. Finding Nemo is also very precious to me. What is your favorite book or magazine? The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton and Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo. What is your favorite song? Ugh, this is impossible. I love way way too many. I suppose maybe... "Death Inc." by Motionless In White? Idk. What is your favorite color to wear? Black, duh. If you could visit anywhere in the world, where would you go and why? South Africa because I want to spend time with and take pictures at the Kalahari Meerkat Project and especially pet a Whiskers meerkat. I WILL cry. Meerkats literally changed my life. So many people I wouldn't know... If you got the chance and wouldn't get caught, would you cheat on a lover? NOOOOO the guilt though. Someone drops a fifty dollar bill and doesn't notice. Will you tell them? Definitely. I'd feel awful otherwise. Would you ever pierce something on your face? I already have my lip and tongue pierced, and I did have my nostril pierced, too. I want more, particularly an undereye microdermal if I can switch to contacts... which I don't like. I think it'd look pretty dumb with glasses. Are you selfish? EVERYONE should be to a degree depending on the occasion. Doing what is best for you is not a bad thing. Are you mean to people who are different from you? Wow no. I find people "different" from me interesting. Do you make fun of obese people? By the BMI definition, I am one of those people. So take a guess? Do you eat when you're upset? I have to fight that extremely hard, because I usually do experience the impulse to comfort eat when I'm very depressed. I've gotten way better at it, though. What if you had to choose between feeding yourself or feeding your pets? I honestly don't know for sure what I'd do... but I think I would prioritize my pets, honestly. It would break me to watch them suffer and lose weight. What if you saw someone being beaten on the street? YOOOO I READ THIS AS "EATEN" FIRST. But anyway I'd call the cops ASAP. There's a possibility I'd intervene if I felt myself capable of taking on the assailant. What if it was you being beaten? According to the night terrors I've had beyond count, curse like a motherfucker and fight back while calling for help. Who's the most important person to you (related)? Mom. Who's the most important person to you (non-related)? Sara. What's more important to you, happiness or success? Happiness. What's more important to you, your happiness or someone else's? Depends on the person. List the ten most important things to you: Oh, yikes. No order: 1.) My peace of mind, health, and happiness; 2.) my family; 3.) my pets; 4.) my career future; 5.) my friends; 6.) a YouTuber I've never met lmao; 7.) my pebble from my partial hospitalization program; 8.) Teddy's ashes; 9.) the Mark mug Sara gave me sobs; 10.) and the RP site I'm on. Like if it disappeared tomorrow with all the profiles and history and stuff I would break the earth in half oof. Have you ever lived in a mobile home? No. Have you ever had your bedroom in a basement? No. How many times in the past week have you eaten fast food? Hm. I don't think once. In the house - shoes, socks, slippers or bare feet? Bare feet.\ Do you consider dogs inside or outside pets? Usually indoor, depending on the breed and the time of year. What’s your favourite piece of furniture in your house? ig my bed? Have you ever had a crush on a friend’s parent? Yikes no. Do you prefer carbonated or uncarbonated drinks? Sucker for carbonated over here. Favorite thing that you can see up in the sky? A full moon. Would you rather eat at the table or in your room? I'm so used to eating in my room. Do you like the sound of birds singing when you wake up, or is it annoying? I love it. If someone gave you a kitten, would you keep it? I'd love to, but it'd really be my mom's choice. What’s your ideal activity for a rainy day? Nap oh lawd. Favorite type of cracker? Cheez-Its. Banana sandwich... yum or yuck? Only yum with peanut butter. Animal you like to watch but sort of creeps you out: Spiders. Bagels or English Muffins? Bagels. Do you like to daydream about sex? I do it sometimes. Which of your parents do you laugh more with? My dad is really funny. Have you ever been to an open casket wake or funeral? Wake, yes. Who mows the lawn at your house? A family friend. Have you ever written a story from beginning to end? When I was little and was writing that meerkat story, yes. I started on the sequel but didn't get far. What’s a big turn on for you? Being genuinely interested in what makes me me. Actually wanting to know the littlest things about me. Just show sincere interest. Are you doing anything tomorrow? I do know I'm fuckin finally getting my laptop home. Does your car have a name? N/A Do you own clothes from any celebrity clothing lines? No, but a bitch is getting a Cloak shirt or hoodie at some point. Who was the last person you ranted about? My bitch of a cousin for being a disrespectful fuck when all my dying grandmother wants is to talk as a group with the whole family. I ranted to Mom though, not in the group chat because I'm actually mature enough to not talk shit when, again, all our grandma wants is peace and love between us at the end of her life. I was SEETHING. Know any magic tricks? I don't remember any. I LOOOOOVED those magic kits as a kid, though. Is there music in your head right now? Right now "Dirty Pretty" by In This Moment is on, so does that count as "in my head?" Would you like to become a dancer? It'd be very cool, most certainly, and due to taking dance classes so long, I tend to think of potential dances in my head when I hear like... any song, lol. I'd love to be one if I had the grace and endurance + no hyperhydrosis. Name one person of the same sex as you you wouldn't mind doing: Hunny I'm bisexual, there's a lot, lmao. Dream woman? Uhhhh. Maybe my friend Alon. She was like one of my first hints I wasn't straight, lmao. But idk, I find soooo many women to be attractive. What is the most gory film you've seen? One of the Saw movies. What a surprise, ik. Ever fallen down a hole? ZOINKS no. Do you work better in a clean or messy environment? Clean, durr. Do you know any vegans? Only online. Do you like bananas? I am VERY picky with bananas. They have to be perfect. My preferred ripeness lasts only like, two days. .-. What's a film you've seen that confused you? Oh boy, idk. I don't watch many films... especially if I'm confused and the plot isn't great, I'll stop watching. WAIT!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!! I went to see Warcraft when it came out and I was so fuckin lost just because the orcs' voices are so goddamn deep that I just sat there like "uhhhh sir come again????" I didn't play Classic, and I'm not great at remembering every aspect of the plot, so. I'm to this day p confused lmao. Do you ever wear black lipstick? I really only ever wear black. What is next to your bed? I have a white shelf to my left where I put my meds, a drink, the fan... that kind of stuff. My cat's food bowl is to the right of it on the floor. Are your fingernails dirty? Nope. Have you ever fell for someone believing you could "fix" them? Not for that reason, no. Describe a picture of yourself that you hate: LASKJDLKFJAOWJE my friend took a picture of me eating a hot dog once and joked she was putting that shit on Facebook and it was funny as shit but thank Christ she was in fact joking. Would you rather play a good or an evil character in a play? While I'd love to be the evil one, I'd probably make it too cheesy because I am a BAD actress. Has anybody ever lied to you just to impress you? Story of one of my "best" friendships. What's your favourite shade of blue? Baby blue, probs. Can you remember a world before iPods? I do indeed. On rides to school when I sat in the back, I would bring one of those portable CD players with me to play discs. Where did you go on your last date? I can't remember the place's name... Lume's? Something like that? Breakfast place in Illinois. Do people find you "cute"? It happens sometimes. Who does the best remixes? Oh idk, I don't pay much attention to this. Where do you get your news? Facebook, lmao. What social stigma does society need to get over? What DOESN'T it need to get over???? What was the last photo you took? Probably something funny on Facebook to send to Sara lmao. I will get memes to her some way. What mythical creature do you wish actually existed? As badly as I want to say dragons, I don't think it'd be a great idea, heh... Maybe dryads. What are you interested in that most people aren't? As of recently, TARANTULAS. I've fallen in LOVE with them. What's the most ridiculous thing you have bought? No clue. What sounds hit you with major nostalgia every time you hear them? The gem collecting sound from Spyro. It was my text ringtone on my last phone! I need to move it over to my current one. What was the biggest realization you have had about yourself? I was possibly the bigger villain than Jason in the breakup. But idk. What topic could you spend forever talking about? Gay rights. Which way should toilet paper hang, over or under? In the original patent, it was designed as going over. GMM knowledge. Therefore I find over as correct, BUT I ultimately don't care like... at all. I don't even really notice when I go in the bathroom. Are you usually early or late? Usually slightly early. What do you wish you knew more about? Politics so I could be a more helpful member of society alksdjfka;lw What is the most annoying question you've been asked? It's not really like, annoying I guess, but the closest would be just how frequently people see my lip ring and ask if it hurt. It's incredibly sensitive skin, and even if it wasn't, a needle went all the way through it. Like... guess. News flash: being stabbed hurts, lmao. Like I always explain that it's not awful, but duh, there is pain. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? Yummm chocolate. What was the worst phase in your life? 2020 thinks it's a bad guy, but lemme tell ya, shit's got nothing on 2016. Do you like sprinkles on your ice cream? I hate sprinkles on anything. Just an annoying texture with negligible flavor. The last time you went out to eat - what did you order? It was just a milkshake. Do you have all 32 teeth? I'm missing two wisdom teeth that just never grew in. Do you know how to do the moon walk? Never tried. What is one of your favorite comedy movies? White Chicks. Has anybody ever told you that you have a good singing voice? Yeah. I don't think I do. Onion rings or french fries? Fries. Not an onion ring fan. Who is the best cook that you know? Sara's mom is great, omgggg. She's cooked things I generally don't like yet I wound up enjoying. Can you name 3 different dinosaurs? Let's see: Spinosaurus, stegosaurus, velociraptor. I was a dino kid, man, just gettin' started. *finger guns* What's the largest amount that you can juggle at one time? I can’t juggle. What was your favorite thing to go on at the playground as a kid? I'd daaaash for the swingset. Do you know how much you weighed at birth? How much? Ummm I think 6-something pounds? 7? Where do you spend most of your time at? At home. In my bed. Exciting stuff, y'know. What noise does your favorite animal make? If my memory serves me right, they have over 40 vocalizations, but I'd say barking and chirping are the most ordinary/basic. Have you ever fallen in the toilet when you were little? lol I don't think so. What is the best kind of mac & cheese? I'm a basic-ass Velveeta bitch lmao. Who is your favorite oldies band? Boy oh BOY, you're asking a classic rock/metal addict. Of course it's Ozzy tho. But I love soooo many!! What is your favorite farm animal? Pigs! Do you like to play Monopoly? I'm not a big fan, no. What is the most fun restaurant you have ever been to? I like the vibe of Buffalo Wild Wings. Or I just have good memories there. What size bra do you wear? I'm actually not sure. I haven't bought new ones in a while and I don't think the ones I currently have are the right size anyway. Do you have a ceiling fan in your room? No. Who was your favorite Sesame Street character? I don't remember too well, but I think Cookie Monster? What about Muppet? Idr. What was going through your mind during the presidential campaign? I am sadly paying no attention. What do you think of the Duggar family ( 17+ kids )? Could you handle taking care of that many children? Ew, hell no. I don't believe the number of children warranted in a family should be legally monitored, it's much more difficult than that, BUT RATHER I'm very firm about knowing when it's more than enough. Population control is a thing. NOBODY needs that many kids imo, not even close to that. So far, what is the number one, best decision you have ever made? How has it affected your life? Letting go of Jason/accepting life without him. It has made my life much, much brighter and healthier. Have you reunited with any old friends recently? Was it awkward, or just like old times? No. When was the last time you talked to your first ex? February of 2017. Wow... been a long time. How different is your online personality from your offline personality? I am MUCH more outgoing and talkative online. What are your favorite holiday-themed movies? Jim Carrey's How The Grinch Stole Christmas, Hocus Pocus, The Nightmare Before Christmas, etc... Do you listen to Christmas/winter-themed music when the season comes around? No. Is there anything that you do that’s potentially controversial? Yes. What is your most recent obsession? Most recent, whew, tarantulas. I'm really gonna try talking Mom into letting me get one when/if we move. Do you say “merry Christmas” or “happy holidays”? To you, does it really matter which one is said/you say? Do you do your best to remain politically correct? Instinctually, I say "merry Christmas;" that's what has always been said around me. I personally see zero problem in calling it whatever... Like just appreciate someone wishing you well. You get the concept, and that's all you really need imo. As for political correctness, I'm kinda... down the middle? Like I feel it's been taken way, way too far, but I see some caution in wording as wise. If you could relive one week of your life, which would it be, and why? Would you do anything differently, or keep it all the same? Ugh, my first visit at Sara's. I just loved it so, so much. I think I wouldn't change a thing. It felt perfect. Is there a part of your life you wish you could remember, but can’t? Sometimes when I take these surveys and they ask "how old were you when...", ha ha. Frustrates me. What was the last thing/event to trigger a painful memory? It was last night, actually. The Final Fantasy VII remake is out, and I started watching a YouTuber I like play it. Jason got me to play the original, playing it a lot when we spent time together, but I only got a bit beyond half-way through before my PS3 broke. Cherished memories, so it was decently triggering indeed. I loved the game though and ABSOLUTELY want to see it played out in its entirety, so I shoved past the pain and am glad I did. Now I'm anxiously awaiting the next video aljkdsjfawe Y'ALL I wanna play more FF. What do you think of people that choose not to vote? I can't say anything, seeing as I never have voted before... Are you keeping anything from the people you love? Nothing important, no. Have you ever written a suicide note, whether joking or not? Yes, and that stupid novel is one of my biggest regrets. Who the FUCK would joke about that, though. When was the last time you let something ‘go to your head’? Not even like an hour ago. This happens allllll the time. When are you most likely to show off? Maaan Guitar Hero used to be good for that shit, ha ha. I was an expert at that back in its day. I haven't played it in forever, and on the rare occasion I do, I am suuuper rusty. Which would you prefer: spectacular view of the ocean, or of the mountains? MOUNTAINS!!!!!! Do you follow any dating rules/play any dating games? No. When was the last time you felt extremely confident about something? ME????????? CONFIDENT???????????? WHAT A CONCEPT!!!!!!!!!! When was the last time you blew the seeds off of a dandelion? Wow, not a clue. Probably not since we lived at my old house and I would go on walks down the path. What was the last thing that happened that you couldn’t explain? Oh I dunno. What do you do with all of your spare change? I just keep it in my wallet. Where did you hear about your all-time favorite band? He was and still is one of my mom's favorites! How many cans of soda do you drink in a day? AHHHHHH soda is my biggest nutritional weakness. I refuse to let myself drink more than one a day now though. It's funny and disgusting, when I was HEALTHY AND SKINNY I could on a rare occasion start a fourth can in a single day. Nowadays the thought almost makes me shiver. What is the oldest thing that you own? and the newest? The oldest thing, ummm. Not sure. Probably a stuffed animal in the attic. I just got two new books today! Is there anything you wish you had never found out about? Yep. A number of things. What is something that you refuse to believe in? Astrology. What is something you wish more people believed in? Gay rights. What food is your ultimate comfort food? Ice cream. Have you ever put anything inside a time capsule? What? OMGGGG I remember doing this in elementary school as a class! I don't recall what was in it, though. Is there too much violence on tv, or are people to sensitive? Too sensitive, but also negligent. It's got a lot to do with raising, imo. Don't show kids wild shit at too young of an age, and when they are shown this kind of stuff, you make it obvious that the behavior/content is unacceptable irl. Entertainment is not responsible for someone's shitty actions made with their own volition. What is something you used to fear, but no longer do? My first huge fear was thunderstorms. Now I enjoy them lol. Do you think it’s important to know a 2nd language? Not mandatory, no. Especially depends on if you're going anywhere. Do you know anyone that’s just naturally good at almost everything? My old friend Hannia IMMEDIATELY came to mind. She was the best in class GPA-wise, first chair for flute in band, and just in general STUPID talented. Do you know anyone that’s just bad at everything? BITCH ME What is one emoticon you use often? A sarcastic :^) or <3 What is one emoticon you almost never use? A lot, particularly ones with equal signs for eyes.

#survey #quiz #questions

[tintallsinger-blog]

She’s a she, a light in the dark path

She’s a child, one that gives hope to her parents

She’s a babe, bringing smiles to her lover’s face

She’s a mother, she becomes that, forever.

Through the pain, through the torture, through the thick, through the thin, but now she’s broken we wonder how, she has other choices yes, but she wasn’t created with body to face Physical storms, she got battered, bothered, betrayed and thrown away and yet her actions now are judged by people whom they themselves are still on trial.

Maybe some of a man’s action could lead to the DAMNATION OF A WOMAN.

A woman, she was called. “Bone of my bone” said Adam, we know their story, love birds, Eve was the luckiest of them all, she and she alone could he ever love.

Love, yes that is the basis of her wits and composure, everywhere she goes, she prefers to spread love, she doesn’t brag about her shiny crown, her diamond ear-rings and shiny necklace, she’s a woman and that is what she’s made of.

She battled through ignorance as a child, to fighting emotions as a young Lady and still she keeps battling, holding on to keep her crown on her head, and the crown became the price for society, it became a means of getting at her by the filthy and the wretched, but she kept on opening her arms, spreading love, because that’s what a woman would do.

Not until she got her first heart break, it wouldn’t always come from relationship break ups, it might come naturally as words, actions, and misguided thoughts, so here I will stop and tell you the other part of these words.

A WOMAN DAMNED

Sometimes it is easy to ask the question to our Men, what has happened to Chivalry?

Growing up for us men might not be easy, but it doesn’t give us any right to throw away our pride and make women feel the lesser of the two genders.

Before I get judged, bro I am not saying women are always right, but, what if they aren’t always wrong too? Ever thought of that?

I remember growing up, in my family we have just a girl, she’s so precious that I know dad would do anything to keep her happy, safe and warm, I should give an account to what made me realize the better you treat women, the better you become a man.

Sis got me upset one day and then I beat her (we were still little then, and I hadn’t the knowledge of how amazing a woman could be) then pops came home and saw his precious cupcake crying…. My dad beat me till I pooped on myself.

Afterwards he called me, and acted sorry, but with a warning to never lower myself and beat a woman again. Well I learnt that day and now I know it isn’t by actions alone that we beat these women, what about our words?

We all know women could be saucy at times, but it is normal, you can’t expect a woman to give you her pride just for peanuts, it still doesn’t give you any right to come below your man act and prowess to insult her.

Most recently we have seen men who insult women with those vulgar words {bitch and the most crazy of them all Ashawo-Prostitute} Yes she might be a prostitute, her choice, her body, not yours, you patronize them, you pay them, and then after getting the satisfaction you want, still throw derogatory words at them, you must be careful because a stone thrown at a coconut will be thrown back at you, and women for what they are, if you give her one, she’d give you hundred {you give her semen, she gives you a child… relate that to other terms}. So call her names, but don’t expect her not to fight back, she is a woman and by all standard has a voice, and deserves respect.

It is fine if you want to get back at her, but not to the extent of breaking her crown, we all have different choices, we have different ways that our body can withstand circumstances, her choices weren’t what she’d have chosen years back before you met her. But like I said, society isn’t what it used to be, and why is that? Because we have become so attached to attaining material demands and needs that we forget also that the best of all our {a man’s} need is to be loved by a woman. We all are carrying an unseen history, and that is enough reason for respect and tolerance.

THE DIVINE {blessed are you amongst women, and blessed be the fruit of your womb}

to the woman reading this, after the Agape love, your love should be placed next, even in our ungrateful show, we are deeply indebted to you, you are better than what they think of you, you are stronger than you’ve been told, it is a miracle that you wake up in the morning, take care of your child, prepare breakfast for your child and another woman’s child {your husband}, come back home prepare food for them to eat, while also preparing to be eaten.

You deserve the awards and accolades, but you know the things you do sometimes would make people hurt you, you are an easy target because from inception you were a play thing to everyone, while boys get blue shirts and toy soldiers, you get the pink sweaters and teddy bears to cuddle when you want, but that doesn’t mean you are weak, weakness itself is a word attached to the mind, not to the arm………. We all have circumstances we had, are and will face, but in all you do, remember to wear that crown properly.

Have loads of courtesy for yourself and all around you, a woman with courtesy wins respect from men themselves, she isn’t an easy prey, she is placed in high standard, she is admired…….by the society.

Sell yourself if you want, but know those who are worth that body, that mind, and sometimes that soul, because you are priceless……………………………………………..

COST THAN GOLD BABY!

TTS.

[eldritchsurveys]

653.

Do you struggle to articulate your thoughts and feelings? >> I do. Outworld, anyway.

Have you ever watched a Sons of Anarchy? >> No.

Do you want to see The Woman In Black? >> I never got around to watching it, it never piqued my interest enough.

Has a random guy ever asked you for your phone number? >> Yes. I’m so glad those days are over.

Has a guy ever pulled over to ask for your number or call you hot? >> Probably.

How attracted are you to the last person that kissed you? >> There is no way in which I am not attracted to Can Calah.

Name something that you are doing tonight. >> Fucking around online.

Are you a jealous person? >> Not in the slightest.

Do you like February? >> I mean, there’s really nothing much to like, per se? It’s not a very interesting month.

Where have you lived throughout your life? >> Quite a few places.

Have you ever known a white supremacist? >> Sure, online. Maybe in meatspace too, if they were covert.

What were you doing an hour ago? >> I was either watching Hannibal or reading my emails.

In regards to who do you think 'what if?'? >> ???

Do you like the smell of a barbecue? >> Sure do.

Do you get excited when you find Sanrio products at Wal-Mart? >> I don’t recall ever having a distinct experience of finding Sanrio products at Walmart. But I don’t imagine it’d surprise me or anything, considering Hello Kitty is a widely distributed brand...

Are you 420 friendly? >> Yes. I can’t really partake because of personal issues, but I support its usage for those who enjoy it.

Do you own a Champion's sport bra? >> No.

Do you watch Justified? >> No.

How many cups of tea of coffee do you have in a day? >> Zero, most of the time. I might have a cup of tea or two if I can manage to get my executive function on board. I love tea but making it is a different story...

Do you own a varsity jacket? >> No.

Dolce Vita or Jeffrey Campbell? >> What?

Ryan Gosling or Channing Tatum? >> Ryan Gosling, only because of like. Drive.

Has anyone ever called you apathetic or unemotional? >> Certainly.

Would you rather someone you loved passionately hate you or be indifferent to you? >> I can’t imagine feeling that intensely for someone who doesn’t have any positive feelings towards me whatsoever. It just doesn’t add up for me personally.

Have you read Wuthering Heights or Jane Eyre? >> No.

I bet you miss somebody right now? >> Well, you lost that bet.

What are you planning on doing after this? >> Probably check out what’s going on on my dashboard for a bit.

How much money do you spend in a month on clothes or accessories? >> Usually none. I haven’t bought any new wearables since October.

What was the last clothing item you wore that doesn't belong to you? >> Probably some t-shirt of Sparrow’s. We have similar tastes in t-shirts and wear the same size.

Do you watch Jersey Shore? >> No.

Do you have a thing with someone? >> What...

Do you have any bruises on either of your legs? >> No.

Who was the last person to touch your stomach? >> The last person outworld to touch my stomach would have probably been a doctor or something.

Something tragic just happened. Does your facial expression show it? >> I mean, I guess it depends... the flatness of my affect is an ever-changing element.

Who is the cleverest (crafty) person you know? >> *shrug*

Do you think people who know a lot of facts are really smart? >> I think they’re people who have a great ability in retaining information. Which one could argue is a factor in intelligence, I’d imagine.

Do you ever feel like strangers look mad at you? >> Er, sometimes, I guess.

Do you own anything with your state or providence's name on it? >> No.

How often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking? >> Quite often, because people don’t really need or necessarily want to know what I’m thinking all the time?

Do you like the Paranormal Activity movies? >> Never seen them.

How do you like your oatmeal? >> Thick and still chewy, with milk and clarified butter and maple syrup and cinnamon.

Do you have siblings under the age of 12? >> No.

Are you going to any concerts this summer? >> I don’t know what I’m doing this summer, it’s months away.

What do you watch on TV on a Monday? >> So, I don’t watch regular television. Tuesday? Wednesday? Thursday? Friday? Saturday? Sunday?

Is there anything you want that you can't have? >> Sure, like a well-functioning brain.

Does it make you feel better when an ex starts dating someone unattractive? >> ---

How many brick and mortar schools have you attended? >> Like, 12.

How do you feel about opiates? >> I don’t have any feelings about them.

Do you like True Blood? >> God, I loved that show so much. I might rewatch it just because it’s utterly ridiculous and stupid and fun. Also because Lafayette is in it and I have rarely loved a character more than him.

What's your newest perfume? >> ---

What's your favorite perfume? >> I use a roll-on oil that you can buy, like, on the streets in big urban areas. Which makes it hard to get for me. There’s also one of those hippie stores in the mall that sells a roll-on that’s close enough, I guess. But nothing beats the street-vendor version.

Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, or Tom Felton? >> No.

Are you a Hunger Games fan? >> I did like the books.

What's your favorite way to eat peanut butter? >> On toast.

What is the last thing you stole? >> I don’t remember the last time I stole something. I finally quit like 5 years ago or so.

Urban Outfitters or Forever21? >> No.

American Eagle or Macy's? >> Mm.

PacSun or Zumiez? >> Nah.

Can you play any musical instruments? >> Nope.

Do you think Selena Gomez is cute? >> I have no opinion on Selena Gomez.

Do you fall in infatuation easily? >> I don’t fall in infatuation at all.

Who has initiated most of your first kisses? >> ---

Do you have Netflix? >> Yes. Honestly, I’m beginning to hate Netflix, but I keep it for the household (and for our friend that also uses my account).

Do you have a good memory? >> Yeah, it’s fine.

What did you wear to bed last-night? >> Same shit I’m wearing right now.

What gives you anxiety? >> Oh, you know. Stuff.

What's the last movie that really scared you? >> I can’t think of any movie I felt that way about.

How did you get the shirt you're wearing? >> I bought it. Probably at Hot Topic.

Why do some guys take shirtless mirror pictures when they don't have abs? >> Because they fucking want to lmao god

Do you think lines are as good as abs? >> What. Also fuck abs.

Do you like bows? >> I like bowties...

Have you ever made a 'haul' YouTube video? >> No.

Have you ever been to Indiana? >> I’ve rode through it on the way to Chicago.

Do you straighten your hair almost every day? >> No.

What kind of a guy do you imagine when you hear the name 'Tim'? >> I don’t imagine any kind of person.

What brand is starting to invade your closet? >> None.

Have you ever seen those Flapjack cartoons? >> No.

Has a boyfriend ever made you breakfast? >> Sure. Raven did that a lot. He was a good lad.

Do you think all porn stars are whores? >> No. In fact, I don’t think any porn stars are whores, because I think whore is a derogatory term and I have no business calling people that when they’re just trying to make a living doing something they (presumably) enjoy. Just like everyone else.

Would you date an 18 year old at the age you are now? >> No. I also wouldn’t date, period, but. Definitely not a teenager.

Do you like cinnamon bacon? >> I’ve never had it, but it sounds like it might be good.

Do you like Epic Meal Time? >> I’ve never watched it.

Have you ever starved yourself? >> No. I never had the willpower. Which is a good thing, I’d imagine.

What do you gather your change in? >> I don’t get enough change to need a place to put it.

Do you like to play Angry Birds? >> I tried it back when it was popular, but it didn’t stick.

Are you more likely to show affection through your words or your actions? >> Actions.

Would you agree that all love is conditional? >> I mean, it is for me. I can’t say that it is for everyone else because I’m not everyone else and people experience love in all sorts of ways.

Do you listen to Darwin Deez or Birdy? >> No.

Do you think Mac Miller is overrated? >> I don’t even know anything about Mac Miller. Except that he’s dead? I think? Might be confusing him with someone else for all I know.

Do you know who Mac Lethal is? >> No.

Do you like Cheez-Its? >> No.

What color is your so's car? >> Sparrow’s car is silver.

Do you believe in God? >> God just doesn’t really factor into my life most of the time.

#surveys #survey #random survey

[hornsbeforehalos]

Feel Like a Woman

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC Warning: Smut, Bad body image, bad self image, THIN/PETITE OFC, Dean being an accidental asshole. A/N: This is the first of anything that I've written in months, much less completed. I'm proud of myself, even if it sucks. Some of this may be triggering to some people. I mean no offense to anyone. This is something that I've been thinking of writing for a long time but never found the right words to convey how I feel about myself. It's been bad again recently and so this is how I deal with it. :) I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I just play with them. Do not steal my work, I will find you.

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“God damn, Bob, why you gotta have such a bony ass?” Dean complained, maneuvering Marley from one thigh to his other with a huff, “I swear you would think you don’t eat or something.”

“You know for as many women as I’ve seen you with, you sure do complain about having one on your lap a lot.” Marley replied with a roll of her eyes, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a flirty smile before scanning the room again, waiting for the vampire to make himself be known. They’d been there for hours and had come up with nothing.

“I wouldn’t be complaining if the woman on my lap actually felt like a woman.” He snorted, shifting her again uncomfortably. Her head was turned in a way so he didn’t see her face fall at his comment.

“Come on,” She sighed as she removed herself from his lap, tired of hearing his derogatory comments, “There’s nothing going to happen tonight. Let’s just go home.”

She’d heard the comments all her life ‘Eat a cheeseburger,’ ‘You’re so skinny,’ ‘You look like a child,’ ‘You must be anorexic’ and everything else that someone can say to someone who was naturally built the way she was. Marley was thin, but not sickly so, but enough to where her collar bones and hips were easily visible, and if she was laying down, she could even count her ribs. She’d tried every single diet and exercise possible, but no matter how many calories she took in, the scale stayed the same. Just over a hundred pounds. Even less when stress took her appetite away like it so often did with her line of work.

Despite her size, Marley’d always been a great hunter, most people and monsters underestimated her and she used that to her advantage to bring them down. Still, her confidence in her ability to hunt had nothing to do with her confidence when her clothes were off. She would scroll through the internet and magazines and see all the beautiful women who littered the pages, their coke-bottle shaped figures praised and lusted after, the headlines, ‘Real men like meat, only dogs like bones.’ cutting her insides bit by bit.

“Jesus, Mar, you cleaning out the pantries or something?” Sam chuckled as he walked into the bunker kitchen to see her sitting at the table with various calorie-riddled foods and drinks in front of her, her face stuffed to max capacity as she chewed.

“New diet.” She mumbled before taking another bite of what seemed to be a peanut butter-banana sandwich that was coated in some other thick substance.

“Another one? What’s going on with you?” Sam let a concern look cross his face as he approached her, “Ever since you and Dean got back from that case, you’ve been on a rampage with the food stuff.”

Shrugging, Marley brushed the crumbs off of her hands after stuffing the last morsel past her lips and stood up, going to the fridge to pull out another high-calorie drink. Sam gave her a look, and took the bottle from her hands as she sighed and leaned against the door of the refrigerator.

“What’s going on? Seriously.”

“Nothing, I’m just trying to put on some weight. No big deal.” She huffed, snatching the bottle back from Sam and returning to her spot at the table.

“No big deal? You’ve literally been eating us out of house and home for the past month!” Sam rebutted, gesturing to the table of littered wrappers and bottles with his hands, “This is getting ridiculous.”

“So? What difference does it make to you? I replace the food I eat and make sure that you and Dean have plenty!” She seethed back, tears springing forward to her lids as she tried to fight them back. The moisture wasn’t lost on Sam, and his expression changed from one level of concern to another as he bent down onto his knee in front of her chair, meeting her at eye level.

“You gonna tell me?” He asked seriously, giving her one final chance to explain herself.

Marley sighed, defeated, as a single drop of wetness trailed down her cheek, “Look, I just want to gain a little weight. I’m tired of-”

Her explanation was interrupted as Dean marched into the kitchen, his eyes bulging at the sight before him, “Jeeeezus what in the hell happened in her here?”

“New diet,” Sam explained, gesturing again to the table, “She’s determined to gain weight or something.”

Nodding his head, Dean opened the fridge door himself “Makes sense. I mean don’t get me wrong, you’re gorgeous now, sweetheart, but with a little extra cushion,” he wiggled his eyebrows playfully, “You’d be irresistible.”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Marley glared at Sam while standing up and slamming the chair back into the table, “You want your reason? There it fuckin’ is.”

He’d been banging on her door for thirty minutes to no avail. No matter what he did, what he said, she wouldn't open up.

“She still got that stick up her ass?” Dean casually commented as he walked by, eating a bowl of cereal.

Sam huffed, frustrated, before turning to glare at his brother, who was stopped in his tracks by the daggers being shot at him.

“This is all your fault, Dean! If you would watch what the fuck you say to people, and not be such an ass all the damn time, she wouldn’t feel like she has to change her self to be something she’s not!” Sam fumed, getting in Deans face and making even him back up against the wall and drop his bowl.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean questioned, confused and slightly irritated that he was getting berated by his brother.

“You’re always teasing her about her weight! You think she likes hearing how she looks like a fuckin’ child every time she turns around? For God’s sake, did you even think before you said what you said to her in the kitchen?” Sam snarled, pushing him further into the wall before stepping away and going back to knocking on her door, “Please, just let me in.”

A faint “Go away!” could be heard from inside the room as Sam slumped against the door with a defeated sigh.

Dean joined Sam, rapping on the door gently as he leaned his forehead against it, “Look, Bob, I’m sorry, okay? You know I didn’t mean it. I was only joking.”

It took about three seconds before the door came swinging open, both Sam and Dean almost falling as it did. The two brothers were met with a pair of eyes that were filled with hatred and loathing, causing them to both flinch.

“Joking? Oh, that makes it all better!” She started, stepping into Dean’s space and bowing her chest out against his, “You know, Dean, Sam is too nice to say something, but you yourself have been putting on some weight, have you noticed? I mean, you’re still handsome now, but twenty more pounds and you’d be fat as fuck”

Dean’s mouth dropped open, his eyes widening in shock at her tone and words, unable to say anything though before she continued, “Let me just go tell Donna, or Jody, or any of the other women we know who are shaped like ‘actual women,’ as you put it, and call them fat, huh? But it’s okay, right? Because it would just be a joke!”

Tears streamed down her cheeks once more as Dean found himself pushed against the wall again, this time by the tiny little girl who he knew could put him on his ass if she chose to. He didn’t even try to say anything else, just swallowed thickly and allowed her to get her rage out. He deserved it, he knew, and he couldn’t even bring himself to apologize. Marley’s wet eyes shot daggers into his heart, breaking it with his own shame, before she turned on her heels and stomped back into the shadows of her room and slammed the door.

Sam didn’t even know what to say, especially to his brother, who bore a look on his face that Sam hadn’t seen since before their father died. Dean just walked down the hallway in silence, his head down in embarrassment.

He turned back to the door once Dean had disappeared around the corner, sinking down onto the floor to sit cross-legged in front of it with his forehead pressed against the wood.

“You know he’s an idiot, Mar” Sam started, determined to get her to change her mind, “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”

Although he was met with silence, he continued on, “You’re one of the greatest hunters we’ve ever worked with. You’re strong, smart, funny... sexy.”

“Stop, Sam,” She murmured from her side of the barrier, “You don’t have to lie to me to make me feel better.”

“I’m not lying,” Sam frowned, raising his hand to place it on the door, “You know you’re all of that and more.”

“I know I am a good hunter, Sam. I know I am intelligent. But those things do not make you attractive on the outside. No respectable man wants to be with someone who looks like a little girl.”

Sam smirked, breathing out a chuckle as he shook his head, “Then I guess I’m not a respectable man.”

Marley opened the door slowly, confused and surprised by what she’d heard. She looked down at Sam, still seated on the floor in front of her, and questioned, “What did you say?”

Sam got to his feet, a small, innocent smile on his face as he gazed down at her, and repeated, “I guess I’m not a respectable man.”

“Stop lying, Sam.” She sighed, turning back into her room, but not slamming the door in his face like Sam had expected. He followed her in, closing the door and leaning against it as he watched her collapse on her bed, her head in her hands.

“How often have you seen me lie, Marley? Especially to my friends?” Sam asked, pushing himself front he door to step towards her.

“You lied to your brother just last week, Sam,” Marley snorted, cocking an eyebrow at him as we kneeled down in front of her, “So don’t try to give me that shit.”

Sam rolled his eyes playfully, his hands coming to rest on her thighs as he licked his lips, the action making Marley’s heart beat faster. She let her own smirk crossed her face, even as her skin heated with nervousness at the closeness.

She’d flirted with Sam, sure, the same way she flirted with Dean. They’d even had a few ‘under cover’ cases which required them to seem more than friends, but they’d never been so close in private.

She’d always harbored a small crush for the man, but figured it was best to keep that to herself- out of fear of rejection and making things awkward- but here they were.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments, before Sam suddenly wove one of his hands into her hair, the other going to cup her chin, and pulled her mouth onto his.

As cliche as it seems, fireworks really did ignite behind her eyelids as she sealed them shut and let her be over taken by the kiss. Heat seared through Marley’s body as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders at the same time he did so to her waist, his jaw moving with hers as they opened their mouths to explore each other more. Her legs circled his back as she pulled him to her, deepening the kiss as he moved over her, encasing her with his large form as he lay her back on the bed, lifting her up swiftly and easily and crawling across the sheets to fully take advantage of the situation.

Sam’s lips moved to her ear, lightly nibbling on the soft flesh of her lobe before he whispered sweetly, “I will show you how sexy you are.”

A sob almost managed to find it’s way out of Marley’s mouth at the sound of his words, but she was easily distracted by the way his lips cursed her skin. He moved to her throat at the same time his hands made their way to her breasts, kneading them through the thin material of her shirt. He groaned into her flesh at finding her bra-less, instinctively grinding his denim covered hips into the warmth of her sweatpants.

He explored the nape of her neck with ever-growing hunger, her skin growing salty as his gentle kisses and licks turned to nibbles and cautious bites as they ground against each other. His fingers found the edge of her shirt, his eyes seeking permission to remove it, which she eagerly granted. Marley took the chance as soon as the garment was removed from her to do the same to him, admiring the way his muscles contracted as he sat back on his haunches to take in her form spread out for him on the mattress. She was breathing heavy, sweat starting to make her skin glitter in the low light as she gazed up at him, waiting for his next move.

Sam’s huge, dangerous hands encased her hips, the both of them nearly wrapping around her tiny rib cage, the sight making Sam bite his lip in lust.

“I want to kiss every single inch of you,” Sam rasped, his eyes twinkling with desire as he quickly moved to cover her once again with his powerful figure. This time his tongue found Marley’s taunt nipple, his teeth nipping at the pink flesh as he rolled it between his lips. Marley keened in response, her own fingers threading through Sam’s hair and pulling tenderly, earning her a soft growl from him in return.

His mouth moved from one breast to the other, ravishing Marley completely as those hands of his made way to work her bottoms off of her. Her own fingers found the button of his jeans, popping it open before undoing the fly and pushing them down as far as she could before he took control and wiggled them the rest of the way down. He ground his thick, boxer covered erection against her already dampened panties the moment they were free of the restricting clothing, each of them letting out hungry groans and moans at the feel of being so close.

As his lips returned to their journey south, he continued to pull the bowstring that was Marley’s nerves tighter and tighter as he neared the spot she wanted his tongue the most. Sam grinned against her hot flesh as he heard her whimper, taking great pride in the way her body was responding to his touch. He let his teeth find the sharp angle of her hipbone, another growl emitting from him as he listened to her mewl. Marley rolled her hips upward, her soaking panties rubbing against his chest before he took hold of them and forced them back down to the sheets.

“Bad girl,” he tutted, his lips red and swollen from his assault on her burning flesh as he shook his head at her. He looped his fingers through the sides of her panties, pulling them past her aching heat, giving him just enough room to taste her for the first time.

Marley’s entire body arched off the bed like she was possessed. The relief of finally feeling his tongue push against her clit enough to make her cry out a lot louder than what she’d anticipated. Her skin flushed as he sucked on her, her fingers moving from the place they’d embedded themselves in his hair to his shoulders, her nails digging and scratching as he at her whole.

The soft, wet muscle of Sam’s tongue met the salty, sweet taste of her over and over again, the growl’s of his pleasure sending vibrations straight to Marley’s soul. It wasn’t long before the bowstring finally snapped, and ecstasy flooded through her with such a force that the breath was knocked out of her. Marley gasped for air as he continued to ravish her, her nails drawing blood to the surface of Sam’s shoulders and neck.

When she was shuddering from the shock of her orgasm was when Sam finally let his ministrations subside. Marley slumped back onto the sheets in recovery as he pulled her panties the rest of the way down her legs before shedding his boxers. She lazily opened her eyes to see him gripping his massive cock between her spread thighs, the tip already leaking with his unmanageable need for her.

The hand that wasn’t gripping himself found her weeping folds, his thick fingers pushing into her smoothly, erupting another volcano of sounds from her throat.

“Need you, now, Mar,” Sam whispered, thrusting his fingers in and out of her swiftly to make her ready for him, “Need to be inside you.”

“Fuck, Sam,” She whimpered back to him, instinctively spreading her thighs more for him. Her hands found her breasts as she tweaked her own nipples, waiting, wanting more than ever for him to take her and make her feel like the woman he claimed her to be.

After a few more thrusts of his hand, Sam removed his fingers and replaced it with his dick, plunging into her swiftly and purposely, enjoying the deep intake of air from Marley as her thighs squeezed him yet again, forcing him as deep as he could go.

“You sure do feel like a woman,” Sam groaned as their hips met each other, the tightness encasing him pulling an unsolicited moan from his lips, which he quickly forced onto her own mouth.

He pulled out of her wetness slowly before pushing back in, over and over again as he felt her body tighten and grind against his own until she let out a sudden scream, her insides squeezing his cock as her fluids flooded around him.

“God damn, Mar,” Sam sighed, his eyes sealing shut as he steadied himself against the pulses of her body as she came down. He pulled out gently before rolling them over, positioning her on top of him and guiding her to sink back down his length.

“So big,” Marley breathed, feeling the fullest she’d ever felt in her life as her fingernails dug into the skin of his chest. His wide palms found her breasts again, kneading and teasing her nipples until she mewled for him. The sight of her riding him was one of the prettiest visions he’d ever seen, the way her hips fluidly rocked back and forth, her lips parted and eyes shut, driving him absolutely mad.

He let his hands grip the sides of her rib cage, his fingertips almost meeting as they encased her small frame. He bucked his hips up into her, thrusting even deeper than before, exciting a gasp from Marley’s lungs that lead into a loud moan.

“Fuck,” Sam growled, baring his teeth as he dug his fingers into her flesh, urging her ministrations to quicken until he couldn’t take it any more. He quickly flipped them again, leaning back on his haunches to wrap both of his hands around her ankles, caressing her skin upwards to the backs of her knees. Sam gripped her there, pushing her legs open and spreading her wide for him.

He sunk back inside her swiftly, unable to control his need for her anymore. He unleashed a barrage of deep, powerful thrusts into her supple body, reveling in the noises of pure pleasure that erupted from her as she came again.

He grunted, growled, and groaned as his own orgasm neared, his movements becoming stronger and harsher as he took her as hard as he could.

When he’d finally reached his limit, he quickly pulled out as fast as he could and pumped his cock with his hand until he spilled across her belly. Both Marley and Sam’s chests heaved as they caught their breaths.

“You are my definition of the perfect woman,” Sam breathed, exasperated from their tryst as he collapsed beside her on the bed, pulling the thin sheet up around their bodies before rolling on to his side.

Marley turned her head to face him, seeing the pure adoration and truth in his eyes. She smiled at him softly before rolling over herself, letting her hand find the curly hairs decorating his chest.

“I’m sorry my brother is such a dick,” Sam chuckled, earning a giggle from Marley as she shook her head and rolled her eyes, “He really was joking, you know how he is.”

“I know. It still bothers me though. He would never say anything like that to anyone else,” Marley replied with a sigh, her fingertips swirling around on his skin as she moved her eyes up to meet his, “It’s not right.”

Sam snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, her nose nuzzling into his neck as he hugged her tight. She could feel his heart beat and breathing, the rhythm of the two relaxing her as if it were a lullaby. 

“He knows he messed up. You know he feels like shit.” Sam finally said, his own voice husky with tiredness. She nodded her head into him, conceding even though she was still slightly upset with the older brother. She exhaled deeply, ready for sleep to take over her. She’d forgive Dean in the morning. 

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[psychelocktango]

The fact that there are people who try to claim that queer isn't a slur because they wanna use it and have reclaimed it just baffle me.

Those two ideas aren't mutually exclusive.

A slur is a definition, just like calling something a noun or a verb. It's a classification that notes how society is using a word or has had a history of using a word that's often classified by country as well. It's like birdwatching and writing down what kind of birds you see.

Lots of slurs are used as empowerment but they're still 100% slurs. It's all about who uses them and in what context. The fact that a word is a slur does NOT mean there us anything wrong or bad about said minority group reclaiming it.

Queer empowers you? Fantastic. Glad to hear it. I also love being queer and using it! But shaming people who also are in the umbrella who don't want to use it or don't feel comfortable using it to describe themselves? You're acting like a garbage person. Slurs are slurs because of their history and how they're used as tools of oppression and discrimination. By forcing someone or the community as a whole to use queer as a mandatory identifier you are actively hurting members of the community.

And you know who else had the same ideology but with a different intent? People who use that word as a derogatory slur and force it upon others. Someone hurling the word queer at you as they threaten your safety VS someone saying that you have to identify as queer and that it's not a slur/ if you disagree you're "against the community" is obviously not equivalent but it does create a similar level of fear and alienation.

Queer is a slur, that's not a debate. Something being filed as a slur does not make the word always terrible or render any value judgement on reclaiming it. The value judgement it renders is on people who chose to use it harmfully. (And even then, it's a way to validate victims and prove that yes, words do hurt)

And words clearly have power if you're fighting to hard to use or not use it.

That's linguistics, that's history, and it's still a very real and very relevant threat. To say it's not a slur isn't just illogical and unfounded, it also actively hurts those who've had the word weaponized against them.

Unapologetically queer should never be synonymous with "anyone in the community who doesn't like to use this word should be ashamed and is wrong."

Seriously, the world sucks enough. People are at different levels of comfort with their identity, and have different histories of experiences and trauma.

Likewise, the idea that because queer is a slur it therefore can't be empowering to a community also doesn't make sense. For some, wielding the word is the very definition of empowerment and how they reclaimed themselves.

BASIC FACTS

Queer is a slur

Slurs, by their nature, can be reclaimed by the minority group that they effect. But this is ultimately a personal decision.

If someone finds queer empowering that's wonderful and valid. If someone finds the word queer terrifying or uncomfortable, that's just as valid. So many lgbtQ people who live in the south still get this hurled at them or used in literal hate crimes.

Telling someone in the LGBT umbrella that they must or can never use the word queer as a personal identifier because of that individual's personal attachment to the word is always an opinion, not based on fact.

It's the same type of argument as the "LABELS ARE GOOD" vs "LABELS ARE BAD". Except there are actual reasons that directly effect the health and safety of someone.

END FACTS

*obviously if someone you're around is highly traumatized by the word, don't be an asshole? It's like not eating peanut butter next to someone who's highly allergic. Can you? Yes. But you're a jerk and should probably do some self evaluation, even if peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are the only food you really like to eat. Your personal wants shouldn't endanger someone else.

I hope anyone who's been spreading the "QUEER ISN'T A SLUR BECAUSE IT STARTED OUT AS OUR WORD" At the very least can read this, or go and learn what the definition of a slur means. {and that slurs vary by country!!} Because it literally does not matter where the word originated. Words don't get some "not a slur" citizenship award, because at one time they weren't used as a slur. Making something NOT a slur requires a long time period where no one is using it as an insult. Also for this reason, a lot of people who IDENTIFY as queer like myself, don't want queer being used by people outside of the community. ,

#queer #queer is a slur #why is this a thing #queer isn't a slur #my post #why y'all #like im a very tired english degree gay and i honestly dont understand why people are so set on an idea but refuse to google the definition #linguistics #discourse