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[killingitreservoirdogsstyle]

a little something to apologize for my radio silence!

Hello all of my beautiful followers and newcomers, I hope you are all doing absolutely fantastic and are having a smooth transition into autumn time! I understand that I haven’t been active on @killingitreservoirdogsstyle for a very long time with regular posts and requests, which I have nothing but apologies for. Let me explain myself and why this is. I was given an extra year of high school from my district despite me being a legal adult in order to take the classes I would need to shoot for an astrophysics or theoretical physics degree in post secondary. I have a transcript that I have been told would land me a scholarship to Stanford or MIT without issue, which is not to brag of course, but to explain why I want to pursue my dream. Because of this, I am now doing a massive course overload with mathematics despite my intense trauma from math from my childhood. So it’s not only physically taxing but emotionally exhausting too, I’ve been having to devote all of time to my education. But it’s going very well. I also have been writing a book too, hoping to land a publishing deal within the next year or so to pay for college if I don’t decide to go back to the humanities.

I don’t mean to excuse myself from my responsibilities to you all on this blog. We’ve built such an amazing community here in this humble little corner of Tumblr, and I have nothing but gratitude for all of your continued support, follows, reblogs, and comments. Thank you SO much for everything, moots and longtime followers, you guys are amazing and I know I’ve dropped the ball in giving you the respect and appreciation you deserve. For that I am so sorry.

However, I want to remedy this and hopefully bring back some of you to create our beautiful environment of tolerance, love, and shared fandom for Reservoir Dogs. To do this, I’ve decided to post this little imagine I’ve written about the ResDogs. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it also makes it up to you for my poor behaviour and communication. So without further ado, let’s do this!

a reservoir dogs imagine-slash-songfic-slash-whatever-you-want-to-call-it!

Full credit to the owner/uploader of the GIF! FANDOM: Resevoir Dogs, 1992

GENRE: An imagine/songfic/headcanons

SYNOPSIS: The Reservoir Dogs getting away with a heist to a vibey song!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Swearing for the song, but that’s it! :)

Please put on your headphones if you’d like and go into your music playing program. Look up ‘Pump It’ by The Black Eyed Peas as you read this to get the best possible ambience and vibes of this imagine! ✨

Imagine…

Molten adrenaline coursing through the veins of the Reservoir Dogs. Their hearts racing at breakneck speeds, thrumming in their chests like the strikes of hammers on their rib cages. Sweat glistening on their skin, dampening their pristine suits. They launch themselves into a stationary Cadillac, the engine a soft purr as it idles in wait for its passengers. The driver, a quiffed sunglasses wearing cat, gives a lopsided smirk. Doors slam. Machinery roars to life, Brown bearing his full weight on the gas pedal. Tires screech. The radio kicks to life, a juggernaut bassline and pounding beat shaking the speakers. Blonde, Pink, and Orange are thrown back onto the worn leather of the seats, bags of fat stacks of cash, glimmering jewels, and a stash of other valuables flying into the back trunk. Time and space seem to accelerate, gravity foreign to Brown as he floors it down the gritty rain soaked Los Angeles streets. Ripping around corners, the car teetering at dangerous angles as it speeds down the pavement. He nearly clips pedestrians, unhesitant in his wild yet somehow smooth jerks of the wheel. Nicotine, money, and the scent of danger thick in the air. An electrified excitement radiates from amongst them. White lets out a gruff laugh, grin boyish. All the Dogs join him, giddy and high on their success. There’s something beautiful about a job well done. Sirens begin to wail in the distance. A cruiser pulls out from behind a corner. Brown lurches the Cadillac to the side, leaning to turn the car. Pink rolls down his window, the cock of a gun like a Vivaldi symphony in his ears. Gunfire rings out. The acrid tang of burning rubber wafts into the backseat. The Dogs reach the freeway, weaving through the midafternoon traffic. The chase was on, the game at its hardest, the thrill tangible and delectable.

Well, ladies, gents, and others, I hope this was decent! If you guys have any positive criticisms or comments, please do not hesitate to drop them below for me; I'm trying to hone my craft, so any feedback would be most helpful! Thank you for reading, and please have a gorgeous rest of your day and week! I love you all a ton, you make my world a happier, better place, and I hope I do the same for you.

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[noodlesarecheese]

So Watcher is launching a Dropout (it's not called Dropout but they're clearly using the same template format platform thing idk what it's called, and the same pricing structure), and the reaction so far has been wildly different than what I remember from Dropout's launch. I was curious about why that was or if I was just misremembering the Dropout launch, so I went back to the Dropout launch video to compare them and I think I can see where some of the difference is coming from.

If you want to make the comparison yourself: Watcher's Video, Dropout's Video.

I wanna clarify first though that this isn't a knock against Watcher or the fans who are reacting one way or another or anything like that, I genuinely am just fascinated with how different the reactions are to what seems to be the same business decision. This also isn't a 'wow watcher sucks and dropout is so much better' I'm just using them for comparison because they did the same thing with different results. ALSO this isn't about the business decision itself, just the presentation! Disclaimers out of the way, here's the analysis.

Title and Thumbnail So the Watcher.tv announcement video is titled "Goodbye Youtube" and the thumbnail is Ryan, Shane, and Steven sitting on a couch looking serious, with a dark background. That really makes it seem like they're quitting (which, ok, they are quitting youtube but not quitting quitting). Viewers are already primed to be upset, and it's easier to go from upset to angry than upset to excited, curious, or neutral.

Compare to the dropout announcement video: "How the Internet is Ruining Comedy" - inline with other collegehumor video titles, might make you curious. Thumbnail - Big News! with Sam smiling and a bright background. We know its big news, but he looks happy, and the exclamation point let's us know they want us to be excited. Viewers are primed to be curious and excited.

Tone The Watcher announcement has 2 main tones. The first half is very sentimental, almost sad or wistful at times, and while there are parts that veer into pride at achievements, it's mostly bittersweet and sentimental. The second half is a bit more uplifting, but still quite serious. It reminded me of a tech announcement, like when they introduce the new iphone or something like that. Very professional, sleek, and serious, which isn't automatically a bad thing! But I do think that's not the vibe a decently-sized chunk of the audience expected or wanted. Many people watch Watcher for the cast's dynamic with each other, humor, and the more relaxed/conversational/friendly feel that most of the series have.

Compare to dropout - excited and comedic tone. Still professional, but also fits the expectations of the viewers. People watch collegehumor for the humor (it was in the name, after all). They also poke a bit of fun at themselves, which lightens the mood, shows self-awareness, and alleviates some of the bad feelings about paywalling.

Focus The Watcher announcement focuses a lot on the creative journey of the cast and company, as well as how this move will benefit them. Which isn't a bad thing, that's actually quite interesting! The problem here, I think, is actually more about what isn't here - a solid explanation of how this will also benefit the viewers and why the viewers should be excited. There's a brief description of one new show, and the promise that existing shows will get an upgrade, but we weren't given many specific details about how they'll be improved, and there's only one new show to tempt us into subscribing. Some people will be excited for that, some people won't, and some people will be excited but not enough to subscribe. Having 2 or 3 series (even if it's 1 fleshed out plus a few teasers of what's in production or what is being planned) plus some more details about how existing shows will be improved would've helped. Without that, it really does seem like it'll just be the same stuff viewers were getting for free, but now paywalled, rather than new and exciting stuff. That makes a big difference. I think with the fans not getting as much focus, this also led to some (accidental, I hope) hurt feelings. Based on what I've seen from fan reactions, all the talk about hitting the peak of what they can do on youtube and wanting more, translated for many people to 'youtube isn't enough' which became 'you (the current viewers) aren't enough.' Which I don't think was their intent! But I also don't think fans are wrong for feeling hurt by that.

Compare to dropout: They clearly explain how the move will benefit fans, and reassure viewers that existing content will stay where it is, and only new content will be behind the paywall. (Watcher clarified this too, but in a comment. It's not in the video itself, which is a huge problem.) They include clips of several new (at the time) series that would be premiering on dropout, including things that specifically could not be made on youtube (due to weed, violence, and sexual humor), so the reason for the shift is clear to the audience.

Advertisers Both videos contain the sentiment that being monetarily successful on youtube means working to appease the advertisers, and that over time what the advertisers want and what the creators want drifts further and further apart, putting strain on the creators.

However, I think the message gets lost a bit in the Watcher vid. Instead, it leaves viewers with the idea that the main problem is just ads are annoying instead of advertisers putting constraints on content. I'm not even sure what the specific constraints are for watcher, because they didn't give any examples. And the focus on ads being annoying leaves viewers frustrated because people typically either don't mind ads or they already have an ad blocker.

Timing and Size Okay, this isn't exactly about presentation, but it is still a factor that impacts perception so I'm tackling it. And I'm actually going to do dropout first. CollegeHumor launched dropout in September 2018. Pre-pandemic, but also pre-Sam Reich as CEO. The company was still owned by IAC. It was a Company, and while it wasn't huge it wasn't tiny either. So launching dropout was a Company Decision, a Business Strategy. Some people were upset about, but it wasn't a personal betrayal (generally, anyways). If I remember correctly, this was also not a high point for the company. They kinda needed dropout to do well to keep things running smoothly (which is why they shut it down and sold it to Sam just 1 1/2ish years later), so the sudden shift made sense.

Watcher Entertainment is a company, but it doesn't feel like one. Ryan, Shane, and Steven own and operate things, but they're also the faces, and they're youtubers. Which makes every business decision they make feel more personal to viewers, especially those who have been watching for a long time. They've also seemingly been doing well on youtube, which makes it more difficult for viewers to understand why the sudden change is happening now. They do talk a bit about it, about the company expanding and wanting to do things that advertisers don't like (which I've already covered). However, mostly the choice to start a streaming platform is framed as 'the next big step' without much clarification on why it's the next big step. Plus, it's post-pandemic, and a lot of people are still struggling financially with the ripple effects of that. Yes, $6 isn't a wild amount of money, but there have been some months where $5 absolutely meant the difference between paying all my bills or not, and I know I'm not the only one. This, coupled with a lack of clarity about why exactly they're doing this, leads to fans feeling hurt, betrayed, bitter, and frustrated.

Now, presentation and framing isn't everything. No matter how perfect your announcement is, some people are still going to be upset. It's a big change, of course people will be upset! But I do think a more careful presentation would've alleviated some of the hurt and anger that fans are feeling. While I do think a lot of the reaction we're seeing is due to the decision, I think (based on what I've seen) that some of it is also based on the poor communication in the video itself, and that could've been avoided!

So I'm gonna get a little speculative and describe what I would've done. In this hypothetical, they've decided to launch the streaming service and brought me on just for the announcement.

Firstly, switch the title out. If they're married to Goodbye Youtube then add a (and hello...?) after so it's at least obvious they aren't fully quitting. The dark color scheme of the thumbnail fits their regular vibe, but they want everyone to be excited so they should look excited. Next, let's lighten the tone up. Being proud of what they've done so far is great, but we don't need the sentimental music and bittersweetness. Remember, the goal is to get viewers excited about what come's next - so let's focus on what actually comes next! Talk about specific show plans and mention why they wouldn't work on youtube. Then, take some time to reassure the fans. Predict a few likely worries and address them in the video. Acknowledge that it's a big change, that it will take time to get used to, and that not everyone will be onboard, and let the fans know that it's ok if they aren't onboard.

Like I said, this wouldn't fix everything. There are a few differences in between dropout and watcher that don't have anything to do with presentation. Dropout launched with primarily new shows rather than new seasons of existing shows, and they continued uploading to youtube relatively regularly in addition to the content behind the paywall, which I do think went a long way to keeping fans happy. At this point it's unclear if watcher will do either of those or not. But, while I don't think it would fix everything, I do think improved communication in the announcement would've helped.

#watcher #feel free to share your own thoughts but please be nice #I just like communication ok! And I really enjoyed the 1 marketing class I took in college #and it's pretty rare that you get such a clear comparison between 2 unrelated companies!

[wakandas-vibranium]

Wednesday Nights || Part Two

Pairing: Pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI 👁️, smutty smut, cursing, dirty talk, praise kink, oral(f + m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: Here’s part two for all who asked! Please like, comment, and reblog!

part one

part three

part four

part five

You and Joel nibbled on your breakfast while you walked and talked to your apartment. You were somewhat surprised when he agreed, but he seemed to trust you well enough. Everything about him caught your attention. Even the way he walked turned you on. You were down bad.

As you entered your apartment building, he held the door open for you like the gentleman that he was. 

As you waited for the elevator, a touchy-feely couple stood next to you. They were giggling and groping each other, totally devoid of the rest of the world. You and Joel shared a glance. Both of you had the same mischievous twinkle in your eyes. As if to say, they've got the right idea. 

When the elevator doors opened, the four of you walked in. Being in an elevator with two strangers apparently wasn't enough to deter the couple from making out. At the very least, they had enough sense to press the button to their floor. 

As soon as the doors closed, Joel wrapped his arms around your waist, hooking his chin over your shoulder. You placed your free hand over his while the other played in his hair. You weren’t sure what to say, so you both said nothing. The familiarity flowed easily. 

Besides, even if you wanted to say something, the couple was sucking each other's faces so loudly that you wouldn't even be able to hear each other.

Fortunately, the couple got off on the third floor. When the lovey-dovey pair exited the elevator, you realized you hadn't pressed the button for your floor. You pushed yourself away from Joel's grasp and moved over to the column of buttons, pressing floor ten.

As you returned your gaze to Joel, you felt yourself flush. He clearly expected you to walk back into his arms, but you didn't. You stayed exactly where you were. You were suddenly invaded by an overwhelming sense of shyness.  Why did he make you so nervous?

"Don't go gettin' shy on me, darlin'," he teased, lingering at the back of the elevator. 

“I’m not,” you uttered weakly. You definitely were. You were still somewhat in shock that this was the man giving you thigh shaking orgasms over the phone damn near the last six months. Since when did you acquire a steeping pile of luck? 

“Then come here.” 

You swallowed hard. You noticed a pinch in your throat from nerves and shyness, but you took a step toward Joel anyway.

You took two more steps, stopping directly in front of him, and gazed into his mischievous chestnut-brown eyes. He cupped your face in his hands and slowly leaned forward, giving you the opportunity to pull away. He glanced at your lips, coming closer. You sighed deeply and closed the distance, crashing your lips against his in a long-overdue, brutal kiss. 

Your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you back, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. Under his mustache, his lips were smooth and supple. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning softly as he deepened the kiss, licking into your mouth. His lips tasted of the rich coffee and savory croissant bread you had just shared for breakfast.

You broke the kiss, both of you panting against each other’s lips. Gently, he gripped your shoulders and turned you around to face the elevator doors, his hand wrapping around your midsection as he sucked a tantalizing bruise into your neck. 

"Joel," you moaned, reaching behind you and him to pull him closer and tilting your head to give him better access. 

“Mmhmm,” he grunted softly, “Joel has a much better ring to it than Jay, huh?”

His husky voice, just below your ear, sent heat through every inch of your body. Your clit throbbed and your nipples hardened. You desired him carnally. As his large hands roamed your body, the intense hunger you had for him made it almost impossible for you to simply string together an acceptable sentence.

“Yes," you said, letting out a short sigh of amusement. Jay wasn't much different from Joel, but it was still delightful to be able to moan his real name. 

The elevator chirped, signaling that you had arrived on the tenth floor. You both cracked a smile, and you grabbed his hand, leading him off the elevator and down the hall to your apartment door.

You let go of his hand in order to reach inside your purse and pull out your keys. You both walked inside after you unlocked the door. You shut and locked the door, hanging your purse up on the shelf, before entering the living area.

“We should talk,” you said, swallowing around the lump in your throat. 

“We should,” he agreed, nodding his head. “Or…I can fuck you for real this time then we can talk after,” he suggested bluntly. 

You swallowed again, taken aback by the bluntness of his words. Still, his words yanked at the neglected coil that rested deep inside your belly.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” you agreed, sauntering down the hall and into your bedroom. Joel was hot on your heels, discarding his shirt, tossing it somewhere on the hallway floor before crossing into your room behind you. 

You pulled your shirt and bra over your head, tossing them at Joel before bending down to remove your pants. He chuckled at your antics, bending down to help you lower your panties before setting you down on your bed, hand splayed in the very middle of your breasts, to lay you down onto the bed.

"Spread your legs all the way for me, Y/N." Joel urged resting between your legs. You scooched up the bed a little to give him more space before spreading your legs wider. 

"Mmm," he hummed, licking his lips as he eyed your wet pussy. "Already so wet for me, baby." A nervous chill ran down your spine in tense anticipation. For him, you were on display, and there was nowhere to hide.

Joel shifted forward and blew against your clit, causing you to suppress a choked moan at the back of your throat and clutch the sheets on either side of you. 

God, he was such a fucking tease , you thought. No different from your phone calls. 

Slowly and confidently he finally closed his lips around your clit. You jerked against him, startled by the intensity of the sensation. No one had touched you like this in a long time, and those who did couldn't hold a candle to Joel. His breath was hot against your pussy just before his tongue teased open your folds with strong flicks. 

To ground yourself, you ran your fingers through his hair. He spread your lips with his fingers, driving his tongue inside you, shaking his head from left to right, slurping up your wetness. You squirmed, crying out.

“Joel,” you whimpered, fingers tightening in his brown tresses as your head writhed against the pillows. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum if you keep doin’ that.” He plunged two fingers inside you effortlessly and began sucking harder on your clit until you came in his mouth. 

“Give it to me.” he said, continuing his adroit ministrations. You shuddered, pulsating around his thick fingers. Him talking you through it sounded even better in person than over the phone. He was driving you completely fucking mad .

“You taste so good,” he praised, still swirling his hot tongue against your quivering pussy, sending vibrations through you and making you jerk even harder, “Don’t stop cummin’ for me.” 

“Joel, please baby,” you begged weakly as he continued tonguing your sensitive clit.

“Hold my hand, darlin’,” he mumbled, looking up briefly to grasp your hand in his. “I’m not done yet.” He announced before putting his head back down to lap at your soaking folds. 

If you weren’t so intoxicated with desire, you’d be mortified by the pathetic whine that just escaped your lips. You were overwhelmed. You couldn't decide what to focus on — your quickening breaths, his comforting hand wrapped around yours, your trembling thighs, his talented tongue, or the delighted moans Joel made as he ate you out for his pleasure.  

You decided to zero in on his expert tongue. His tongue formed a pattern you weren't familiar with yet. You could’ve sworn he just traced the letters J and O onto your clit with his tongue.

Was he spelling his fucking name?

“Are you — are you spelling y-your name?” You asked weakly, mind already blown.

“Mmhmm,” he admitted, laughing softly. The vibrations made you shiver and you were cumming yet again, all kinds of obscene noises fell past your lips. 

You finally pushed his head away and motioned for him to switch spots. It was your turn to have your mouth on him . You sat up on your knees as you watched him settle where you were just a moment ago. 

You straddled his legs, unbuckling his belt, and yanked his pants and boxers down all in one swift motion. Your eagerness must have unlocked some unknown strength. Your mouth watered with hunger the moment his cock sprung free. It did look like the toy you purchased earlier. But Joel was correct. The tip of his dick was considerably thicker than the silicone toy.

“Don’t hurt me now,” Joel teased, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he peered down at you, reaching for his erection. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you retorted, smirking up at him. 

You licked long, wet stripes along the sides of his shaft before taking the crown of his cock between your soft, luscious lips. "Shit," he cursed, groaning low as the heat of your mouth engulfed him.

You swirled your tongue around the tip before taking him deeper into your mouth, diligently bobbing your head up and down, savoring the tender grunts escaping his lips. Joel cupped the back of your head, guiding you further onto his cock. “You look so pretty with all that cock in your mouth.” 

A warmth rushed through your chest at the praise. You moaned as you gazed up at Joel through your eyelashes. Your eyes watered as you hollowed your cheeks, taking him in as deeply as you could, gagging a little as the tip of his cock slipped down the back of your throat.

"Shit!" he growled loudly. "Smack it around on your tongue a bit," he demanded, his grasp on the back of your head relaxing. You did as you were told, letting it slide out of your mouth before tapping it against your warm tongue and stroking it with your left hand while the other fondled his balls.

“Get up here and ride me," Joel said, motioning for you to take your place on his lap. You stroked him twice before shifting up his body and settling in his lap, your dripping entrance hovering over his saliva-slicked erection. You grasped his cock, hastily lined it with your entrance, and slowly eased down on it, both cursing as he bottomed out. 

You started out with a smooth bounce, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you gazed down into his lust-filled pupils. 

He licked his bottom lip. "You look so sexy taking my cock," he praised, reaching up to cup your breast in his hand, grunting loudly as he watched his cock slide in and out of your tight pussy. His encouraging words served to further boost your confidence; so you placed your hands on his chest, whirled your hips, and bounced a bit more enthusiastically. The way he was stretching you out hurt so good. 

There was so much lust in Joel's eyes that it nearly gave him the appearance of intoxication. He took his thumb partly in his mouth and licked it before bringing it down to your bundle of nerves, rubbing swiftly. “Come on," he encouraged, rubbing harder. “I wanna see you cum on my cock.” 

Your entire body began to tingle as the coil deep inside your belly began to unravel. You were so tongue-tied that you were unable to tell him that you were cumming, but you could tell by the all-knowing grin he sported that he could feel it. 

As if he could read your mind, he said, "Yeah, I can feel it." He chuckled at the blissed-out face you made as you cried out, wetness flowing from you down his cock as you came hard. "Good girl."

Every nerve in your body felt as if it were being pinched, but in a manner that was pleasant. You wondered if it was possible to cum so hard that you'd end up transported to another universe. 

"Joel," you whimpered as he continued to rub you through your orgasm. After a moment, he finally shifted his hand, moving up to grasp your neck and pull you down, pressing his lips to yours, swallowing your moans as he kissed you, and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

"I want to bounce on your cock some more," you whispered against his lips. He beamed up at you, and you couldn't help but return the smile. "Well, I ain’t stoppin’ you," he said, kissing you once more before you moved again. You turned around slowly, careful not to let his cock slip out. Once he had a good view of your ass, you placed the soles of your feet on the mattress and squatted bouncing on him as hard and fast as you could.

"Oh fuuuck ," he gasped, astonished that you twisted around without his cock slipping out and taken aback by the harsh rhythm you set. He had made you cum three times already. Now it was your turn to make him cum. It was the least you could do. In this moment, riding him like your life depended on it was an understatement. You ground down, causing him to dig deeper into your core. He hissed in pleasure. “Goddamn.” 

“Keep grindin’ on me like that and I’ll cum,” Joel grunted, smacking both your asscheeks. “You want that, don’t you?” 

“ Yesss . You feel so good inside me, Joel.” you praised, looking down at him over your shoulder. He looked sexy underneath you. As if that’s where he belonged. A small voice in the back of your head hoped for this to happen again and again, just like the Wednesday nights you shared.

Joel put his feet on the mattress and lifted his hips, knocking you off balance, but he caught you by the waist and jackhammered up into you. 

“Fuuuck!  You’re. Takin’. My. Cock. So. Fuckin'. Good—" Joel gritted his teeth with each vicious snap of his hips; his cock pulsed inside you, and you clenched around him as tight as you could.

“I’m cummin’ darlin,” Joel warned, panting harsher with his erratic thrusts. 

He grasped your bouncing tits. “Where do you want it?” 

“Stay right wh-where you are,” you moaned, bringing a finger down onto your swollen clit, rubbing yourself fast and hard in tight circles. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” Joel moaned in response, his large hands loosening the hold on your bouncing tits to grip at your waist as his hips smacked against your asscheeks, pounding into you even harder, chasing his release. “I’m cummin, baby.” 

Joel let out a loud, guttural moan as he shot hot white ropes of cum into you, whimpering softly as you rocked down, milking him of everything he had. 

He pulled you back and down against his chest before turning you both over and cuddling you from the back. You craned your neck to steal a glance at him, and he covered your mouth with his, pulling you into a ravenous kiss. His hands roamed all over your sweat-glistening body as he pulled you even closer to his chest. You deepened the kiss, moaning as his tongue danced against yours. 

“Shit,” Joel cursed, breaking the kiss as he glanced at the digital that sat on top of your dresser and shot off the bed to get dressed. 

Your heart panged in disappointment. Of course he was leaving, you thought. You made quick to slip your panties and shirt back on before sinking back onto the bed. 

This was too good to be true. 

Foolish of you to think anything different. 

Joel looked back at you as he pulled up his jeans, jumping slightly to get them properly on his hips. His eyes widened in concern once he saw the raw look of pain on your face, fighting back the urge to palm his forehead. 

“Hey—no," he started, "I promise I’m not an asshole." He grabbed your hands in his.  "It's just—I have to drop my daughter off to soccer practice at 11."

You raised an eyebrow at him, that sinking feeling in your chest easing as you learned the truth. “You’re a dad?” 

He chuckled softly at your incredulous tone. "Yes, I am," he said, sitting down beside you on the bed as he slipped into his white socks and brown work boots. "Does that bother you?" 

"Of course not." You shook your head, scooting closer to him. "It'll take more than a kid to keep me away from you, Joel," you acknowledged. 

His brow furrowed in a delighted smirk. After he finished tying his shoes, he sat up and faced you. To your amusement, he reached out and pulled you onto his lap.  

"I'd like to come back after I drop her off, if that's alright with you." He uttered this as he wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you forward to land a delicate kiss between your eyes.

"Yes, I'd like that." You agreed, nodding your head and placing a kiss between his eyes as soon as he drew back. 

"Good. ‘Cause I don’t know about you, but Wednesday nights just ain’t gonna cut it for me anymore." He admitted it, drawing you in for a tight hug. You sighed softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his cool, sweat-slicked skin.

The two of you laughed and squeezed each other more closely as you said, "You took the words right out of my mouth, cowboy…"

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[basketobread]

PLEASE i feel like i'm re-sharing more fan art than i am creating my own art HAHAHA thank you guys sooooo much for all your generosity!! seriously, i CANNOT thank you all enough!! 😭❤🙏

#i know im still inactive but please forgive me!!! #im a bit worn out with drawing so i'm using my remaining energy on comms + the silly lunara sketches i've been sharing! #that isnt to say that i dont enjoy drawing though HAHAHA #i love creating and im so grateful to be able to share all my art with you and to have such lovely ppl support me #whether it be via the comms ive gotten or just people liking/reblogging my work... THANK YOU!!! #i have tons of comic ideas so when i'm ready to get back into drawing at lightspeed... be prepared HAHAHAHA #much love and have a good night <33333 #(also might upload another lunara doodle tonight but IDK YET) #bob talks

[greenerteacups]

Hi! I am an ardent fan of your writing, and I hope to be as sorted and planned as you some day in my own writing journey.

My question is: you have a keen eye when it comes to planning character personality, dynamics, and such. I've also been wading through your ask replies, and your insights into how you write people and how you make them play off of each other is so wonderful to read. If it's not too personal a q, how did you learn how to write like this? Did you go to school for writing, does it come from years of observing people, do you have reading list recs for "how to write real people and real interactions"?

Thanks! This is a really flattering question. I'll try to answer it honestly, because I wish someone had been brutally honest about this with me when I was a young writer.

I didn't go to school for writing. I started doing it when I was about nine years old. It sucked very badly. I kept writing throughout high school, and it still mostly sucked, but some of it was occasionally interesting. ("Interesting" here does not mean "good," by the way.) I took a break in college, and then came back. I've been writing ever since. Sometimes, I feel good about it. A lot of the time, I don't!

I hate giving this advice, because I remember how it feels to get it, and it's the most uninspiring, boring-ass, dog shit advice you can get, but it's also the only advice that is 100% unequivocally true: you have to write, and specifically, you have to write things that suck.

I do not mean that you should make things that suck on purpose. I mean that you have to sit down and try your absolute hardest to make something good. You have to put in the hours, the elbow grease, the blood, sweat, and tears, and then you have to read it over and accept that it just totally sucks. There is no way around this, and you should be wary of people who tell you there is. There is no trick, no rule, no book you can buy or article you can read, that will make your writing not suck. The best someone else can do is tell you what good writing looks like, and chances are, you knew that anyway — after all, you love to read. You wouldn't be trying to do this if you didn't. And anyone who says they can teach you to write so good it doesn't suck at first is either lying to you, or they have forgotten how they learned to write in the first place.

So the trick is to sit there in the miserable doldrums of Suck, write a ton, and learn to like it. Because this is the phase of your path as an artist when you find what it is you love about writing, and it cannot be the chance to make "good writing." This will be the thing that bears you through and compels you to keep going when your writing is shit, i.e., the very thing that makes you a writer in the first place. So find that, and you've got a good start.

Some people know this, but assume that perseverance as a writer is about trying to get to the point where you don't suck anymore. This is not true, and it is an actively dangerous lie to tell young writers. You are not aiming to feel like your writing doesn't suck. You are aiming to write. You are aiming to have written. Everything else is dust and rust. And of course, you'll find things you like about your pieces, you'll find things you're proud of, you'll learn to love the things you've made. But that little itch of self-criticism, in the back of your brain — the one that cringes when you read a clunky line, or thinks of a better character beat right after it's far too late to change — that's never going away. That's the Writer part of you. Read Kafka, read Dickens, read Tolstoy, you will find diary entries where they lament how absolutely fucking atrocious their writing was, and how angry they are that they can't do better. A good writer hates their sentences because they can always imagine better ones. And the ability to imagine a better sentence is what's going to make you pick up the pen again tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.

Which is what I mean, and probably what all those other annoying, preachy advice-givers mean, when we say: a good writer is just someone who writes every day. It's that easy, and that hard.

#by the way a lot of this draws on ideas inspired by 'letters to a young poet' by rainer maria rilke if you're interested #that's a formative text for me as an artist #it won't teach you how to write but it will teach you how to think perhaps #and once you know how to think. well. life is just pretty good #and i can't say the writing gets easier but when life is pretty good i find myself enjoying it a lot more #this word vomit was prompted by the question 'how do you write real people and real interactions' #because that's like — i'm not trying to be pedantic but— #that's kind of just 'how do you write literature'? #because that's all literature is. what are human beings? how do you write a person? how do they interact with each other? #like shoutout to the void if you know for sure how to write real interactions then please for the love of god tell the rest of us #because i think most of all authors in history have just been giving it our best stab #'this is how the world looks for me. is it how the world looks for you?' #so my advice on that score is: try to see how the world looks for you #and then try to share it with me #don't worry about whether it looks the same for me. it won't

[striving-artist]

Well. Since the Terrible Poll about knots in Omegaverse and A/B/O got a heck of a lot more attention than I was expecting, and since at least three people said I should do more polling, and since I really only needed one to convince me...

The Terrible Poll - Extended Edition - Biology

Wait, look at me. No, seriously, look at me. I am a nerd and a child of scientists. This is 175 questions long.

That is Many, and this is only about biology and physical stuff. It is as broad as I could, but includes places to add things I missed. It is written as clinically as I could manage, and you don't need to input your email, but there are some illustrations.

I'm working on a second one about society.

This is not a poll asking you what you see the most, or what is popular. This is about Your Interpretation of the concept. There are no wrong answers here.

Take this, share it, get it into other fandoms, take it to reddit, brave souls can post it to facebook or twitter. I need as many data points as I can get because if I am going to do all of this work, I am going to create something at the end of this, so I want the dataset to be solid. Definitely a breakdown of trends and outliers into readable graph or infographic form. Probably an analytic essay. Potentially a science based concept with evolutionary reasoning that I've developed.

#the terrible poll #omegaverse #Alpha/beta/omega #fanfiction #ao3 #Please spread this and share it #if all I get are answers from my fandoms #the data is far less useful or interesting #and yes #I am a big nerd #who likes to understand trends #and who enjoys data analysis #even when answers on the last one made me 0.0 #I wasn't judging you #I was astonished by the breadth of fandom and humanity

[visionthefox]

this is how you deal with ships ya dont like

ok may be a bit of rant? tho im mad just a bit annoyed- im also happy! in the last video, as we know, NewMoon had a small chat with Monty, they try to make some time, in those moments they mention shippers, BUT only those that want Moon to Date Monty AND EARTH - is mess up- they call it out (good) but seeying this and how they jumped to BloodMoon, I just felt they CAN indeed mention and call out people, but since they didnt touch the bigger ship, I felt it , personally, as a win! (they could have said "oh like me and Solar" like come on, they mention him around Moon is used to say his name ) but when I did, as a comment , among others, just a idiot feeding the algorithm - someone had to come AT me, to say me "they are sibblings" and look, sure ok, kids will be kids, but I REALLY wish they would not do this, is not wrong really! but let people enjoy a fictional ship that does not hurt anyone! (in a sense that, is not wrong to ship robots, it wont trigger you) and before I could do it.. someone had my back ,someone that CLEARLY doesnt ship it

they dont like the ship, neither of them. yet while one comes at shippers - the other let it be - and I do often talk wit cool dude when we meet in the comments we dont always agree but is so fun to talk to! just.. be like Cool dude please! let people have fun ! and you! keep yourself safe and out of stress with shippers! (I know many get wild over it- I just get too nervious and spill words like an idiot)

#sams #tsams #the sun and moon show #idk why but I wanted to share this- you can simple ignore commets like mine- you can indeed go with your day #ya hate the ship? GREAT hate it-but dont come at people that enjoy it please- live and let live

[politemagic]

Sleep Token Living in a Haunted House

These headcanons are based on this meme I made the other night. I had a lot of thoughts on the eepies living in a haunted house, a lot of them are inspired by the show Ghosts if you've seen it. I had a lot of fun writing these so I hope you like em♡

1.45k words (she got lengthy so i added a keep reading)

➺ Thanks to a few years of communing with an ancient deity, Vessel has become quite attuned to the spirit realm. Everywhere he goes, he can sense the presence of the souls unable to move on from the mortal plane.

➺ When they first step foot in their new home, Vessel immediately feels like he’s being suffocated by the amount of activity in the house. He tries to identify the spirit, but there’s too many to even keep count, the grand foyer a whirlwind of translucent figures in various period attire.

➺ When they sit down for dinner at the end of the day, Vessel decides to tell the others about their spectral roommates. After observing them for the better part of the day, he hasn’t picked up on any signs that they’d be malicious, they honestly just seemed to carry on with their lives despite being dead.

➺ II just shrugs. From what Vessel's told him in the past, there are ghosts just about everywhere you go, and they haven't bothered him yet. He imagines it won't be much different living in a haunted house, if the spirits are as tame as Vessel seems to believe they are. 

➺ Really, II just feels bad for Vessel. He knows that he'll be able to live in peace, unable to see, hear, or even sense the ghosts, but he knows Vessel isn't afforded that same luxury. He just hopes he will be able to find some form of solace from the constant commotion Vessel was describing.

➺ III is way too excited. As a kid, he always dreamed of living in a haunted house filled with a bunch of ghost friends. He’s always secretly been a little jealous of Vessel’s gift, but if he lived in a haunted house… Maybe he could find a way to communicate with them himself.

➺ Two days later, Vessel knocks on his door only to find III seated in the middle of a ring of candles, mumbling some words he knew were just gibberish. His interruption earns him a pointed glare as III explained to Vessel that he wanted to make sure that the ghosts knew it was okay to talk to him, so he wanted to reach out first.

➺ In the long run, it might have been better for the ghosts if they had left III alone.

➺ One night, he was trying yet another method of communication with the ghosts after exhausting most of the suggestions he found online. The Ouija Board started out as a joke, a housewarming present from Espera given after they had been filled in on the house’s haunted status. But III decided it was worth a shot.

➺ He had been at it for about a week at that point, and he was starting to think that Vessel was full of shit when he said the house was haunted. That was, until he sat with his fingers resting on the planchette and asked if he should give up.

➺ The planchette drifts slowly over to the “No” and III was over the moon. Using the Ouija Board suddenly became his favorite activity.

➺ He asks them any questions he thinks of. He’ll ask for opinions on things like his outfit or if a classic novel was worth the read. “They were there when it came out, I figured they’d know!”

➺ The ghosts plead with Vessel to get him to stop (in my own personal hc the ouija board emits a sound or something that beckons the spirits and they actually find it really annoying).

➺ When Vessel tried gently suggesting III use Google instead, he insisted that he preferred “Ghoul-gle”. (i'm so sorry). Vessel knew better than to try and dissuade him any further.

➺ IV is equally as excited as III, but it’s more from a root of curiosity than a root of fantastical dreams. He’s always been fascinated by ghosts, sometimes even wondering if he might be a little “sensitive” himself, though he never experienced anything like what Vessel described.

➺ He spends a lot of his time as they’re settling into the house researching the different people who have died in the house. He’ll print out news articles and stuff to show Vessel, asking if that person still haunted the house.

➺ He has a note on his phone where he keeps track of the different ghosts and what he knows about them. He tries to keep track of where the different ghosts tend to hang out, so he can be aware of who might be around any time he’s wandering the house. (in the US version of Ghosts Jay has a note on his phone that’s all the different specifics of how ghosts work. I think he would have that too for sure)

➺ IV would never openly admit it, but sometimes, when he’s alone, he’ll talk aloud to the empty rooms. He doesn’t try as hard as III because he’s overhead Vessel tell him to ease up a few times. But he secretly wants to talk to the ghosts so badly, and thinks it just isn't fair that Ves is the only one with the ability (he doesn’t think it’s fair to him or to Vessel).

➺ The ghosts were constantly talking Vessel's ear off, excited to finally have someone who can hear them! They'll ask him to do different things for them, like open a window, turn on some music, or leave the television on while they're out of the house.

➺ Vessel is still navigating the best ways to set boundaries with the ghosts so he can, you know, live his life. He already lives in the service of Sleep, he really doesn’t need to be serving the will of these ghosts on top of that. 

➺ Sometimes he’s very receptive to their requests, and other times he can be quite crass in his denial. Slowly, they begin to work out some systems as to what they can ask for and when they can ask him about it, and for the most part they’re very respectful of his space and offer their own help when they can.

➺ Outside of Vessel, the ghosts have also taken a shine to II (probably because he’s the most chill™), taking it upon themselves to help him in any ways they saw fit. It could be anything as menial as closing the door when someone forgets to shut it all the way so that he doesn't have to get up from his seat, or once he swore he felt a sudden, cold presence engulf him when he complained about the heat while practicing his drumming.

➺ As you can imagine, III was very jealous when he walked into the kitchen one evening to see a coffee mug carefully floating down from the top shelf as II fixed himself a cup of tea. 

➺ He was pouty the rest of the day, not understanding why they would prefer II. When II tried to suggest that maybe it was because he left them be, III insisted that II just didn’t understand them the way he did. “Maybe if you bothered to talk to them, you’d learn they were real chatterboxes!” 

➺ IV expresses his silent jealousy of II's status as the ghosts' favorite non-medium in the house differently than III. Instead of moping, he pays attention to the little things Vessel did for them, and he makes a point to do them himself as well.

➺ He winds up becoming quite a talented baker after learning that the ghosts loved the smell of cookies. The aroma of his chocolate chip cookies quickly won over a few of the ghosts. (I’m just gonna say it. I think there’s a female ghost from like the 1800s in that house with a little bit of a crush on him. He’s attractive, thoughtful, and knows his way around a kitchen. That’s what dreams are made of right there)

➺ Though IV really won them over when he snuck into III’s room and threw the Ouija Board away.

➺ III decided that he didn’t like ghosts anymore when IV showed him the picture of the “Thank you ♡” left in the steam on the mirror after his shower.

Bonus bc I like the idea:

➺ One night at dinner, IV makes a playful jab at III but instead of hearing the expected laughter of his friends and bandmates, he swears he hears the laughter of a woman.

➺ Later, IV asks Vessel about it in private. He laughs and confirms that yes, he did indeed hear ghost laughter. Evidently the former lady of the house found his comment to be very amusing.

#these were just some silly ideas rattling around in my brain but i hope you enjoy them!!! #if you have thoughts please please please share them i want to read them <3 #also consider this my formal invitation to anyone to come scream with me about sleep token #this is my first time posting anything like this for sleep token im surprised it took so long? #sleep token #sleep token headcanons #worshitposting #sleep token vessel #sleep token ii #sleep token iii #sleep token iv #em's stcu #(gang pls don't let this flop)

[thenightfolknetwork]

[OOC] Hello friends I'm afraid I'm a bit swamped this week with Life Matters so am going to put some old posts in the queue to tide us over for a bit. Hope you enjoy them, please remember to reblog rather than like because that's how we get more followers/more letters/keep the blog going lol And I'll see you with some new stuff next week!

#ooc #please do share the posts you enjoy it really makes a difference #liking is nice but its like a thumbs up only i can see #and i want other people to see!

[mo-ok]

Ive drawn every day this week 👌👌👌 please enjoy the unnecessary amount of Go On RPM content (I cannot be stopped)

#please also enjoy the inconstant level of writing/details on the jackets <3 #engine sentai go onger #go onger #power rangers #rpm #maybe one day i'll write some drabbles to go along with these #but something about sharing written stuff feels a lot more daunting than sharing art soooooooo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #you know... for someone with a wolf zord dillon has real big smug cat energy #'lone wolf' my ass this boy is pushing shit off of benches and then walking away like it wasnt him #blue bus boys are back in town this time ft. ur boy speeeeedor #plus a lil baby doc k 😭 #side note #suit colour = eye colour is one of my favourite lil toku art things #and while purple is a solid go to for black rangers (and works well for dillon) #i like the idea of gunpei's being orange for ya boy carrigator #sentai/pr has such little orange representation and it makes me so sad its literally my favourite colour #2023 art tag #go on rpm

[lilyoffandoms]

Aerin x Raine for @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Day One of the @choicesfandomappreciation Kindness event. Thank you Thia for being so generous in sharing your art with us (your use of shadow and light symbolism lives rent free in my head forever) and thank you for hosting and organizing the fandom gift exchange. You are a gem!

Warnings & A/N: None that aren’t canon compliant.

The tent is quiet, though beyond them the festival still goes on. Laughter and music muted and dampened by the canvas walls. He can almost imagine that there is no one else but the two of them in the ruins of that old temple.

Aerin is asleep. He can tell by the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest which he watches from where he rests against Aerin’s shoulder.

He’s the most peaceful he’s ever seen him. The worry in his face has relaxed to a soft hint of a smile. The tension in his body has drained out of his muscles.

It brings him a small sense of relief to see. For this one moment, it’s one less worry he has. It’s healing in some small way that he doesn’t quite understand but accepts nonetheless. He will take healing in whatever small does it is offered them.

His eyes are drawn to the large, raised, purple scar that mars his lover’s chest and he traces its patterns with delicate fingers. They are strange and twisted paths. He’s not sure if he’s thinking of the scars or the journey that led them to find comfort in each others arms.

Does it matter? he wonders.

He decides it does not. Not really. Both are ugly, damaging, twisted, and stained. Stained with countless bad decisions and actions made by themselves and by others.

Both are beautiful in their own way. Each of those actions and bad decisions led them to each other. If he’s being honest, there was no other way to reach each other. Not when worlds and traditions separated them.

Dangerous and deadly paths can be made beautiful if you only have a bit of hope. Scars can be healed and trust mended with a touch of hope.

So he clung to that hope. Wrapping his arms around his hope. Holding it tightly, brushing back its hair to kiss his temple.

Yet hope is a beautiful and dangerous thing to cling to.

#choices blades #aerin x mc #choices fandom appreciation #ChoicesSpreadKindness #thank you for being so lovely and generous with your art #i want to write essays every time you share new art about all the freakin symbolism in them haha #thank you for being here and sharing your crazy amazing talents with us #hope you enjoy this little something i’m not familiar with the whole moodboard aesthetic thing but i tried haha #my drabble #i like to live dangerously and do not edit so please forgive any mistake

[edeluarts]

A little analysis of this part in the Odyssey:

Reading time: ~10 minutes

Book 23, The Great Rooted Bed, Fagles' tr-n There he sat, leaning against the great central column, eyes fixed on the ground, waiting, poised for whatever words his hardy wife might say when she caught sight of him. A long while she sat in silence … numbing wonder filled her heart as her eyes explored his face. One moment he seemed … Odysseus, to the life— the next, no, he was not the man she knew, a huddled mass of rags was all she saw.

“Oh mother,” Telemachus reproached her, “cruel mother, you with your hard heart! Why do you spurn my father so—why don’t you sit beside him, engage him, ask him questions? What other wife could have a spirit so unbending? Holding back from her husband, home at last for her after bearing twenty years of brutal struggle— your heart was always harder than a rock!” “My child,” Penelope, well-aware, explained, “I’m stunned with wonder, powerless. Cannot speak to him, ask him questions, look him in the eyes … But if he is truly Odysseus, home at last, make no mistake: we two will know each other, even better— we two have secret signs, known to us both but hidden from the world.”

Odysseus, long-enduring, broke into a smile and turned to his son with pointed, winging words: “Leave your mother here in the hall to test me as she will. She soon will know me better. Now because I am filthy, wear such grimy rags, she spurns me—your mother still can’t bring herself to believe I am her husband.<...>

Telemachus is a precious baby, we've established that.

But he does act a bit like a brat with Penelope a couple times. Of course I don't think that any of that is malicious or that he doesn't love her, but he's still being a bit of a brat.

They both suffered, their pain was similar, but also very different, their experiences and the way they processed it were different as well.

Moreover, at this moment Telemachus has already spent some time with Odysseus. They already had their meeting/reunion and they already cried it out (to an extent. I'm sure there's more crying they'll do afterwards). They even had a father-son bonding activity (a.k.a. the slaughter of the suitors). Telemachus got to know his father at least a little bit over the past couple of days and at this point he processed and accepted the idea of Odysseus being back.

Penelope, on the other hand, was told about it just a moment ago. She can't immediately go "oh, you're saying Odysseus is back? Wonderful, let me greet him", no. Odysseus wasn't away on a short hunting trip or something, he was away for two whole decades, half of that time he was pretty much thought to be dead by most people (the first half wasn't that much better, as he could've still died any time during the war, but at least he wasn't lost, Penelope knew where he was).

Now she needs time to wrap her head around what is happening. We even see her thoughts as she goes to meet Odysseus:

Penelope started down from her lofty room, her heart in turmoil, torn … should she keep her distance, probe her husband? Or rush up to the man at once and kiss his head and cling to both his hands?

She wants to reunite with him, she wants this to be true, but she can't be sure of anything now. They have been apar for longer than they knew each other. Does he still love her like he used to? Is he the man she loved? Is it even the real Odysseus in the first place? She needs to process everything, as well as confirm all the information herself, and Telemachus, at least at this moment, doesn't comprehend that. He's acting quite immature, scolding his mother for not immediately believing and accepting that Odysseus is back.

This is a very interesting detail. First it once again shows us that Telemachus still lacks a lot of maturity, despite having been on his coming of age trip. He's still very young.

Yes, he definitely grew a lot in that short time, but it would've been impossible for him to learn everything at once, he still has a lot of that immaturity left in him, there's still a lot of room to grow and that's completely understandable. We, as people, grow for our whole lives and Tele is doing remarkably well, especially considering his circumstances.

Another interesting thing about this part is that it shows Telemachus', perhaps a bit childish, impatience. He is a kid, who finally met his dad (and his biggest hero), he knows that his mother was suffering and grieving for pretty much his whole life (with things getting a lot worse over the past decade). From Telemachus' perspective Odysseus' return is supposed to solve all their problems, especially since their biggest problem, a.k.a. the suitors, was just taken care of and it wouldn't have happened without Odysseus.

Telemachus just wants a happy family. His dad is back and seems to love him, the suitors are gone, now his parents should reunite, his mother will stop grieving and everything will be perfect. This is something he dreamt of his whole life and it's finally so close, but his mother doesn't immediately believe him. She doesn't immediately accept Odysseus and Telemachus doesn't understand why. He is too preoccupied with wanting things finally to be okay, that he doesn't take time to think about what Penelope must be feeling. It doesn't even occur to him. Perhaps it's also partially the need to be believed and listened to, which is also something he lacked growing up around suitors and being treated as a child, but I'm not diving into that right now.

Odysseus, on the other hand, understands what's going on. He assures his son, that everything will be okay. He pretty much does a more adult version of "mom and dad will take care of this, you go play for a bit". Odysseus understands Penelope's reaction and goes from there. Of course he wants to be in her embrace as soon as possible, but considering everything she has been through, he definitely can't just suddenly grab her and do what he wants. This is his dearly beloved wife and he wants her to take on that role voluntarily, like she did before, he wants her to accept him as her dear husband, like she did before, and for that he has to let her do it at her own pace. He tries to meet her where she's at, to do this reunion on her terms, to assure her, that he is, who he says he is and who others tell her he is.

This is just so amazing and I love their relationship so much (T▿T)♡

I also love Penelope's reaction to Telemachus' words. She doesn't react negatively, she is remarkably calm and part of it is probably the shock from what's happening, but still, she is "well-aware". I think that she knows Telemachus really well, because even though he has surprised her with how much he matured, he's still the same boy, he's still her kid. She most likely understands where Telemachus' outburst is coming from and doesn't get angry, doesn't scold him for his impatience, she reassures him. She lets him know, that he doesn't need to be scared of things falling apart and that she isn't looking to reject Odysseus. She's looking for Odysseus and she hopes she can find him in that familiar and strange man before her. She just needs time, but she will be taking the effort to search for what she's looking for, now that she has a way (she wouldn't have been able to go searching for Odysseus at sea, but now he's, supposedly, right here and she will handle it like the queen that she is).

#the odyssey #this is just my interpretation of this scene #you're completely free to interpret it differently #I wrote this analysis a while ago and now decided to share it here #hope you enjoyed #odysseus #telemachus #penelope #they all care about each other so much and they've been through a lot #just give this family all the happiness #please TT #tagamemnon #greek mythology #the “reading time” mentioned above is how long it took me personally to read this whole post properly #I just find time estimates like this helpful when I'm about to read something long #obviously not everyone's time would be the same #someone might read slower. others might read faster and that's okay #I just thought this might be helpful to someone like it usually is to me #certainly no harm in putting it here))) #odyssey rant

[coreene]

Some of you may know that I have been spiralling a little bit on writing and sharing my work for the past couple of days. I returned back to writing after feeling like shit for a long time and I probably wouldn't have if it weren't for @bearhugsandshrugs.

Thank you so much Em! I don't think I would be able to pull it together if you didn't reach out to me. And I know I would have definitely stopped sharing even if I could continue writing. You're an amazing person and I'm so glad to have met you!

And it is time to share the chapter that made me go down into the rabbit hole:

It's day 2 on the road to Baldur's Gate and Astarion is slowly letting it known that he wants to usurp the ritual. Lorelei is not really on board.

I've put a little bit of it under the cut. You can read the whole thing here:

"Were you just watching me sleep?" He asked in a sleepy voice but I recognised the mischief in it.

"No," I said as my thumb traced his lips "I was admiring your little snores."

His eyes went wide first in embarrassment then in realization. "You little trickster." He said with a smile, pulling me to himself. His hand moved under the hem of my shirt and found the sensitive spots and started to tickle me. "Astarion, stop," I started to giggle trying to get away from him. He was holding me tight, there was no escape from his tickles.

"No," he said upping the movement of his hands. I was laughing and trying to push his hands out of my skin. He pushed me down and got on top, straddling me and using both his hands to tickle this time.

"Astarion... I'm going... to pee myself... stop... please," I begged him between giggles. He didn't relent. "I won't... make fun... of your snores again..."

"Good girl,"

#also my thanks to the people who have reached out in ao3 and here #i appreciate it #it's nice to know people read what i share #it is better to let the people you follow that you do in fact read it and enjoy what they write #so please leave a comment under the fics/chapters you like #because someone else is thinking exactly like me and instead of letting it known #they will just stop sharing #Astarion x Tav #tavstarion #Astarion x Female Tav #Astarion #BG3 Astarion #Astarion Ancunin #Baldur's Gate 3 Astarion #Bg3 #Bg3 Spoilers #Astarion Fanfic #Astarion Fic

[dumlittlefeminist]

Good feminists show their holea in dms

Good thing my blog title says im a bad feminist <3

for real tho, dont bother asking me to send or post pics, especially anything more revealing that what i already posted because, i simply wont. the ones i already shared were cause i was in just the right mood for it AND happened to get some pics i actually felt looked good (i am actually pretty self concious about my body). So the answer is nope.

#to be fair i never said this so i am saying it now: don't pressure me to send pics of whatever. thats a limit #you can ask nicely but i will probably say no. #and youll just have to enjoy what i choose to share when the mood strikes me. #also please fix your typos when your ask is one sentence long. #that one was easily catchable and nothing kills my bimbo mood like my brain going into Editor mode.

[thisismeracing]

Since when did we start charging money on patreon for fanfics 😭😭😭😭 is this for real😭

hi, love. I haven't seen that many people doing the Patreon thing when it comes to fanfic, but it's pretty common for people who draw for example to set up a Patreon. I believe that everyone who does, just like myself, needs the money. I wouldn't be doing it if i didn't need to. I figured the Patreon setup was the best idea since it's not really that common for people to tip writers, we've been struggling with getting reblogs and comments, so you can imagine.

Right now, I'm applying and doing tests to get an internship, which still won't be enough because I'm also trying to apply for a master's. So, yeah, I'm really thankful for everyone who tipped me on ko-fi and subscribed to my Patreon, last month my savings were over, and the Patreon money was what helped me pay for some medical stuff I needed (Idk if you saw the whole mick schumacher's sick club, but yeah — huge thank you for everyone who subscribed/donated btw).

We often see fic writers as little robots who don't eat, drink, or sleep. We request stuff, and expect an instant reply, and when we get the content we don't even go back to the page to tell the writer our thoughts. We don't reblog, nor leave comments, but still, we expect them to keep writing and keep sharing everything as if it didn't take hours, sometimes days to come up with a 1k piece polished to what we think readers will like best. I hope I don't sound rude, I'm just trying to make a point because I'm tired of seeing writers deactivating, tired of seeing my friends getting writer's block and then people still demanding things.

On top of that, I'm still posting a lot here, from smau to blubs and long fic requests (and I won't even talk about how some pieces aren't even getting a hundred notes, which always makes me wonder if I'm doing something wrong, if my writing is bad, or if there's anything that I could do to make the reader's experience more enjoyable), and it takes a lot of time, it's even harder to balance the two profiles now, but still, I keep sharing some of my work for free. so please, please, don't make me feel bad about needing money. thanks ❤️.

#I'm still searching like crazy for the best internship that gives me enough time to study for my application and enough money to pay for + #the stuff that I really need #medical bills are expensive #school books and stuff are expensive #we do what we can #and I say we including other writers that relly on donations too #anyways #Im sorry for letting my heart run wild here but I really needed to share this because I'm tired #and I do feel a bit guilty some days for sharing paid stuff because I wanted everyone to read what I post #wanted everyone to enjoy it and gush with me about college!mick and ghost!lewis and so on #but right now that's the best way I found to deal with my current situation #so please please try seeing your writers side #and on top of that make sure youre supporting the people that are here everyday putting their hearts on each piece #and I mean support as in reblog and let them know you liked it and so on #if you can support someone with money thats great #but most of the times a comment and a reblog will make the writers days #it makes mine #I wish you guys could see the smile on my face whenever someone comes back like “hey Im the one who requested x and I loved it” #anyways Im sorry for ranting #I hope I did not come across as rude again #and Im not saying you don't reblog or support your writers this is more of a widely rant #<3 #millies inbox #anon #patreon #f1 fandom