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[scvcnofswords]

i will never force or assume ships- honestly my first goal with establishing contact between characters (including and ESPECIALLY any that mine may have romanced in-game) is just to establish some kind of bond.

Like is there a friendship there? Is there antagonism there? Is there a POTENTIAL for leadup to more, there? Or is this a platonic intimacy? Is this a sibling dynamic? Do these people genuinely care and respect for one another or do they despise one another? What sort of love is there, if any?

and honestly most of the time i will not nudge towards a ship because i'm hyper paranoid about being accused of ships being all i want. The attitude for afab ocs was uh- very different, when i first started with tumblr RP, and it's been literal years but i haven't shaken those anxieties, nor the constant fear that i'm constantly annoying or being a nuisance towards those i'm trying to befriend.

this is honestly just a psa that like- while i love ships, i love EVERY KIND of dynamic that could form between characters, and i'm down to explore any and everything. literally 2 of the most fulfilling dynamics i've formed since showing up here are the platonic soulmate relationships!

give me besties, give me contentious coworkers, give me platonic soulmates and twin flames, give me enemies, give me romantic soulmates, give me doomed loves, give me loves that somehow defeat the odds.

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fucking... ow.

[allora-the-booty-slayer]

Hey guys! So with the internet imploding again, and the fact that my blog will be going on 10 years old soon, i decided it's time for a little revamp! Tungle has changed a lot in terms of layouts and stuff.

I won't be doing anything differently, (except trying to remember to tag things and not fast reblog) but i WILL be changing up my blog theme for desktop!

I'm still a huge kingdom hearts fan, and that will never change, but given that the community has changed a lot and died down lately (really only coming back when new games come out) and given that i've become more and more obsessed with my ff14 oc (s), i think it's time for a new coat of paint!

So please be patient with me while i figure out blog theme stuff. My name won't change but i hope that this helps better reflect who i am now, rather than who i was back then.

Also for anyone who somehow finds this blog and met me via twitter (or discord) please know that this is the OG name, and the twitter one was the cleaned up/proffessional one. There's a reason i've likely made you find it yourself, instead of hotlinking it to you XD

Anyone who already knows me is still free to follow, but keep in mind that tumblr was always my OG social media site, and the things and ways i post will not change to reflect how i acted on other sites. If you have a problem with the things or ways i post, go ahead an unfollow/block. I have no hard feelings and think it's healthier for all of us. (Plus i don't look at follow counts and my notifs are busted, so i won't even notice you leave.)

Thank you to everyone for your understanding while i make these changes. Following this, i hope to post more of the stuff i create for me provided tumblr doesn't nuke it. That said, this blog will ALWAYS be focused on reblogs first, original content second.

Remember to be kind, and you are responsible for curating your space on the internet.

[bloatedandalone04]

Bets & Bargains - Part 7

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➪in which bradley finally makes things official between you and him, and the guys finally catch onto what’s been keeping their frat mate so busy lately.

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Bradley failed to notice that you had accidentally left your hoodie on his passenger seat when he dropped you off last night. He was going to bring it to you since you didn’t live far away, but he decided to just keep it there until he saw you again. 

Then he got himself ready for bed and saw the mess he made for you in his boxers, and he went right back out to his Jeep and grabbed your hoodie, then spent the next ten minutes holding it up to his nose as he jerked himself off in his bedroom. 

He couldn’t help it. It smelled like movie theater popcorn and you, a combination he didn’t think he would like so much. 

He was happy it was the weekend and he didn’t have class to go to today, because he knew he wouldn’t have been able to focus on a single thing other than you. 

Why you were such a distraction, he didn’t know, but he honestly didn’t care. Last night was amazing, and he was cursing himself for it ending so soon. You and he talked for a long time after you got each other off in the driver’s seat of his Jeep, and it was only around ten when he drove you back to campus. He should’ve taken you to get milkshakes or something, since you both were quite a big fan of them, instead of reminding himself that he wanted to take things slow with you. 

Bradley hadn’t even told you about Bri yet, like you told him about Luke, but he was sure that you would automatically think that you were a rebound since he and Bri broke up literally only a week ago tomorrow. That wasn’t the case, though. Sure, his initial, drunken thought was to find someone to make Bri jealous with, but that wasn’t what he was doing with you. He liked you, and if she was jealous because of that, then it was just a bonus. 

He knew he liked you a bit too much too soon, so he restricted himself to only texting you all throughout Saturday while he tried to catch up on the assignments he’d been given during the first week back at school. As he read through them, he realized that he had missed the explanation of them as well since he was too preoccupied with thoughts of you, and then he told himself to get a grip. 

He had never been like this before, not with anyone, but he wasn’t mad that you were the first person to get him all flustered and unfocused like he currently is now. 

On Sunday, he caved. 

I miss you, babes. Can I see you today?

He was scribbling out a spelling error, not caring enough about neatness to actually erase the mistake, when you got back to him. 

Y/n: I miss you, flyboy. What did you have in mind?

Bradley laughed at the name, pushing aside his school work in order to give you his full attention. It was nearing four in the afternoon and he hadn’t eaten much today other than half a box of stale crackers, and he has a few things in the fridge and cupboard he needs to get rid of soon, so he decided to invite you over for dinner. 

You hungry? I’m sick of fast food places, let me make you something real and half decent. 

Y/n: I’m always hungry, and beyond curious to find out about your culinary skills. 

I’m very skilled in the kitchen I barely use, believe me. Come over at 5?

Y/n: I believe you. See you soon, flyboy.

Bradley was left smiling stupidly at his phone, then he quickly changed your contact name before trying to get as much studying time in as possible before you got here. 

-

You’d spent most of the weekend in your room, wanting to avoid Sam as much as you could. You were still annoyed with her, and pissed off that she thinks you were looking for a rebound in Bradley. Even though you weren’t, she was the one who told you to go get a rebound anyway. 

Things had been over between you and Luke for months, and you were more than ready to move on. And Bradley seemed like a great person to move on with, if he felt the same way about you. Though, you had a feeling he did since he pretty much told you in his Jeep on Friday night. 

Fuck, you’ve replayed that night over and over in your head too many times to count. It was almost too perfect. Not only did he make you feel unbelievably good, the long talk you had after was something you didn’t know you needed so badly. 

Talking with Bradley was one of the easiest things you had ever done, and listening to him talk about his life and past and possible future was like a breath of fresh air. 

It was almost five when you finally left the confines of your room, and of course Sam was right there. Really, you should’ve expected it since her room is across the hall from yours, and the hall is extremely small, so you were bound to bump into her eventually. “Oh,” she blandly said, a bottle of Pepsi in one hand and a bag of chips in the other. “You’re alive. She’s alive, everyone.”

You watch with narrowed eyes as she turns and gestures to you as if it wasn’t just you and her in the cramped hall. “Really?” You ask in a bored tone, crossing your arms. 

“Really,” she hummed, raising her brows quickly before turning towards her bedroom door. “Have fun with the frat boy.”

You glared at her then at her door when she slammed it in your face. How did she know you were going to see Bradley? Sure, you’ve seen him a lot since that party, maybe a bit too much, but still. That was a lucky guess. 

Not wanting to be in a bad mood when you get to his place, you take a deep breath and raise both your middle fingers at her door, then head towards the front one. You would deal with her later, and preferably clear the air, because she was acting like a child and you were getting fed up with it. 

It was kind of cold out for a summer night, and you failed to check the weather before leaving, so you ended up walking across campus in just a grey tank top and black jeans. You walk up the steps and knock on the door, rubbing your hands over your arms afterwards as you wait. 

You didn’t have to wait for too long as less than ten seconds later the door opened and revealed the guy you were annoyingly into. “Hey,” Bradley greeted with a boyish smile that had you fighting off one of your own. “You don’t have to knock, you know. We rarely ever lock the door.”

“Oh,” you laugh and step inside the house when he moves to the side. “That’s really good to know in case I ever stay the night again.”

Bradley, who looked too good to be true in his blue flannel and dark jeans, rolled his eyes as he pushed the door closed. “You didn’t let me finish. We rarely ever lock it when we’re home,” he added with a laugh, draping his arm over your shoulder as he guided you into the kitchen.

You hum and lean into his side, wrapping your arm around his middle. “That makes it sound a lot better,” you smile up at him. “Thanks for clarifying.”

Bradley shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips as if it came naturally to him. Was this a normal thing now? God, you hoped so. “Come on,” he said against your lips. “It’s almost ready.”

You let him lead you into the kitchen, your body stuck to his. It seemed like neither one of you wanted to let the other one go at the moment, and you didn’t mind it one bit. “What’s almost ready?” 

“The decent food I promised you,” he answered, pulling you with him to the stove. You barely got a second to look at the pan that was on the burner before Bradley picked you up effortlessly and set you down on the counter next to the oven. 

You got a hint of his strength on Friday night when he threw you over his shoulder and carried you across the parking garage, and both times left you a bit breathless. 

Bradley moved his body so his waist was in between your thighs, and his hands were placed on the counter next to your hips. He was still taller than you, even like this, so he had to lean down to ghost his lips over yours. “Do you wanna taste it?” He asked, his words muffled against your mouth. 

Not being able to form proper words, you nod and harshly swallow at the smirk that formed on his lips. He turned away from you and grabbed a fork, piling a bit of the ground beef onto it before bringing it up to your mouth. You hold eye contact as you take the fork between your teeth, a sharp intake following shortly after. “Wow,”

“Good? Bad?” Bradley laughed, setting the fork down and placing his hands on either side of your hips again. “Which one is it?”

“Good, it’s good,” you reply, still chewing as you reach up to wipe at your mouth. “Spicy.”

He hummed, lifting his hand and running his thumb along your bottom lip, collecting what you failed to wipe away. “Is that bad? Do you not like spicy things?”

You shake your head, a laugh escaping afterwards. “I do, I just can’t handle a lot of spice. My taste buds will fall off,”

“Oh, we can’t have that,” Bradley laughed, too, sliding his hand up so it’s caressing the side of your face. You were still smiling when his gaze became a little more intimate, and you thought he was going to kiss you again when he instead surprised you. “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

Your eyes widen a bit and you laugh again, a sound of disbelief as your eyes flickered all over his face. “What?”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He repeated slower this time, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he looked down at your lips. 

The shock from the sudden question eventually wears off and you place your hands on his shoulders. “Um,” you trail off as you sit up straighter, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. “Yeah, I do.” 

Bradley grinned at you, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you confirm, unable to stop the smile that matched his before he leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to your mouth. 

You gently pull at his hair as he grabs your hips in both hands, deepening the kiss as he tugs you towards the edge of the counter. “You left your hoodie in the Jeep,” he told you, barely pulling away from your lips as he spoke. 

“Oh,” you murmur. “Is it still in there?”

He shook his head, kissing you again after. “It’s in my room,” he mumbled. “I’m keeping it.”

You laugh against his lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders before pulling away. “It’s my favorite one,” you pouted and he reached up to tug at your bottom lip.

“You can steal one of mine,” he suggested and the offer sounded too tempting to decline, so you just smiled at him and nodded. 

“Okay,” you agreed, kissing him one last time before pushing him away from you. “Check the food, flyboy. Make sure it’s not burning.”

Bradley shook his head with a laugh, stepping away from you and checking on the pan. “It’s not,” he observed, glancing over at you with teasing eyes. “But if it was, it’d be your fault for distracting me.” 

You shrug, gripping the edge of the granite as you lean over. “You gotta learn how to focus on the important tasks if you want to be in the Navy,”

He copied your shrug and looked over at you as he turned the stove off and set the pan onto a different burner. “I don’t know, kissing you seemed very important,” 

You roll your eyes and look around the simple kitchen. “Where are your frat buddies?”

“I don’t know,” Bradley answered with a quiet laugh, transferring the beef into a bowl. “They’re hardly ever here. That’s why it’s so quiet. I don’t know what they do all day long.”

You nod even though he was too focused on the food to see it. “I like it when it’s quiet,” you say, watching as he grabs two plates from the top shelf of a cupboard, the stretch making his flannel lift and expose a bit of his toned waist. “Means I get you all to myself.”

“What, having me all to yourself every day last week wasn’t enough?” He teased, setting the plates down before holding his hand out to you. 

You grab it and hop down, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pressing your nose to his. “Nope,” you mumble. “Friday was too good of a date, it just made me want you more.”

Bradley wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to his chest. “Good, ‘cause that was kinda the plan,” 

“Oh,” you drag the word out as he pulls you with him to the small table by the sliding door. “You’ve got it all figured out, huh?”

Bradley shrugs, sitting down on a chair and pulling you onto his lap. “I might’ve thought about it once or twice,” he replied and you shake your head, watching as he reached around you and began piling various ingredients onto a tortilla wrap. 

Why did it feel so easy with him? And how was he able to make your whole body blush with a simple sentence like that? 

You drape your arm over his shoulders as you get yourself settled on his lap, and when you turned your head to look at him, you were able to see his multiple scars up close. “Can I ask you something?” You sounded a bit hesitant, and Bradley quickly looked up at you. 

“Yeah, of course,” he answered, wrapping one arm around your middle. “Did I already mess this up?”

“No,” you laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth to further prove your words. “I just…how did you get these scars?” You quietly asked, tracing your fingers along the raised skin on his face and neck. 

Bradley’s shoulders dropped in what you think is relief before he leaned back against the chair. “You finally noticed them, huh?”

Shaking your head, you shift on his lap so you could make your own wrap, then you lean against him again. “I noticed them the first night I met you, I just didn’t want to ask you something that might make you uncomfortable,” 

“No, it’s fine,” he gave you a toothless smile, running his fingers along the waistline of your jeans. “It’s stupid, really. I got really drunk at a party last year and I started talking out of my ass to Eli and Wes, the guys I live with. It got heated and I don’t even remember why or what I said, but it was apparently something pretty bad since Eli ended up shoving me into a cabinet and I went right through the glass door of it.”

Your eyes widen and you put your wrap down after only taking one bite. “Oh, my God,” you gasped, sliding your hand up and gently massaging the back of his neck. “Jesus, Bradley. And you’re still friends with them? You still live with them?”

“Still got the cabinet, too,” he nodded across the kitchen and towards the fridge. A tall, wooden cabinet was right next to it, and you questioned how you failed to notice it there until he pointed it out. The door was missing the glass, and the wood around it was chipped, indicating that it was broken pretty forcefully. “We use it as a place to put the recycle bin now.”

You turn back to him with a frown. “Bradley..”

His smile faded, though you knew it was a forced one anyway. “I know. They thought it was funny at the time, and I woke up the next morning with glass still in my face and shoulder. I looked pretty fucking scary walking across the street to the hospital with blood all over me,” 

You shake your head and bury your face against the side of his neck. “Fuck,”

Bradley huffed out a laugh, running his hand up and down your back. “I know,” he trailed off. “I had to lie to the doctor and say that I fell into it instead of telling him that my friend pushed me then left me on my bed afterwards.”

Groaning you press a chaste kiss to the healed scar on his throat before lifting your head. “Bradley. I hate your frat buddies,”  

He hummed in agreement, kissing your temple and keeping his lips there after. “I’m not very fond of them lately, either,” 

After you begged him to let you clean up since he cooked, Bradley guided you towards the living room. Flashbacks of your third date, if he counted it as a date like you do, passed through your head, and when you looked over at the far end of the couch, you could see the blanket you and he shared when you fell asleep. 

A smile takes over your lips as you fall onto the same spot you were in the last time you were here, and Bradley sits next to you. “Did you like it? Did my culinary skills impress you?”

“You know what, they did,” you answered with a laugh, leaning into his side when he lifted his arm. “You’re right, real food tastes so much better.”

Bradley laughed and then your phone went off. You pulled it from your pocket, leaning your head on his chest as you read the new text you had gotten. 

Luke: Are you seriously done with us?? With me? Come on, brat, we’re good together. 

Your brows furrowed and you let out a quiet huff. Bradley shifted and you knew he read it, too, when he asked, “Is that your ex?” in a deep grunt, unknowingly making you smile at the protectiveness in his voice. 

“Yep,” you sigh, not knowing what to say that would get Luke to back off. 

“Block him,” Bradley suggested and your eyes widened a bit. 

“What? You think I should block him?” You question, cuddling closer to his side as he nodded. 

“I don’t like the way he calls you brat, it’s condescending,” 

“Condescending?” You repeat with a laugh before scrolling through your long thread with your ex. “You really think I should block him? You think he’ll get the hint that way?”

Bradley hummed, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “Block him, baby,” 

You bite back a moan and click on the red button without thinking twice. “There,” you whisper, nudging his chin with the top of your head. “He’s blocked.”

You swipe out of the thread and were about to turn your phone off when Bradley stopped you. “Can I see it for a second?” 

“My phone? Why? You think I have more secret exes I should block?” You tease and hand him your phone, watching as he laughed and shook his head. 

“No, I just wanted to change something,” he mumbled, clicking on his own contact. “Fratley, huh?”

You laugh and nod. “It’s fitting,” 

“I like it,” he rasped, editing the contact name before handing your phone back to you. “There.”

You look at the two new hearts he added beside his name and smile, clicking on the picture icon before crawling onto his lap. “Okay, picture time,” you state, goosebumps forming on your skin as he runs his hands up and down your thighs. 

With your phone in one hand, you use your other to purse his lips together, his cheeks scrunching up cutely as you did so. You quickly take the photo and stare at it for a few seconds, a humorous smile painted on your lips. “Good?” He questioned with a laugh and you nod, turning your phone and showing him the picture. “Jesus.”

You laugh loudly, dropping your phone onto the cushion next to you. “You’re so cute,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss along the side of his face. “My turn.”

You hold your hand out to him and he laughs, unlocking his phone and placing it on your palm. “Have at it,” he said and leaned back on the couch as you opened his contacts. 

“Oh, look at that,” you trail off. “You already changed my name.” 

Bradley nodded smugly, taking his phone from you again and pulling you down against his chest. You laughed and braced your hands on his shoulders and smiled when he lifted his hand and took a picture of the two of you, his lips pressed to your cheek. You watched as he set it as your contact picture, cropping most of himself out and only leaving half his face in it. 

“Now that that’s settled,” he whispered, kissing you before you could get another word out and wrapping his arms around you. 

-

After kissing for what felt like hours, you had to go back to your place since you had a test you needed to study for that was for your morning class tomorrow. 

Bradley was reluctant to let go of you once you moved off the couch and pulled him into a hug by the front door. He pressed too many kisses to count all over your face before letting you leave with a pretty smile on your lips.

Then he was alone and already thinking about you. 

He turned around and headed up to his room, shrugging off his flannel that smelled like your perfume and tossing it onto his desk chair next to your hoodie. He kicked the door closed and fell onto his bed, his notebook opened to a random page as he read over his terrible handwriting. 

Not even five minutes passed before his bedroom door swung open and Bradley turned just as Eli and Wes stumbled their way into his room with beer bottles in their hands. “Hey, Bradshaw!” Wes greeted in a slurred voice, his arm draped around Eli’s shoulder as they fell onto the end of his bed. “Shit, this is more comfortable than mine. Can we switch beds?”

Bradley raised a brow and sat up against the headboard. “No,” he answered, knowing Westley was being serious with that question. “Do you guys need something?”

Eli lifted his head and narrowed his eyes, “What? We have to need something to be able to hang out with you? That’s low, bro,”

Bradley shook his head and looked back down at his notebook just as his phone went off from its place next to him. He put the book down and reached for the phone, but Eli was quicker and apparently wanted to be a pain in the ass as he grabbed it before Bradley could. 

“Ooh, Y/n, huh?” He laughed as he held Bradley’s phone about three inches away from his face. “Is this what’s been keeping you so preoccupied nowadays, Bradshaw?” 

“Give me my phone,” Bradley grunted, reaching for it. 

Eli held it away from him with a smirk. “Aww, is she your girlfriend now? You’re over Bri?”

“That was quick,” Wes chimed in, lifting his body up so he could look at Bradley’s phone as well. 

“Guys, I’m serious,” Bradley muttered, grabbing the device before Eli could lock him out of it with all the failed password attempts. There was no way he was telling these two fucking idiots that he had made it official with you. They were drunk off their asses and already didn’t take anything he did seriously. There was no way he’d be able to convince them that he’s being genuine with you. 

“Does she know she’s just a bet yet?” Eli asked as he took a swig from the bottle. 

Bradley was just about to read your text, but Eli’s question had his face heating up and his expression dropping. “No,” he answered instantly. “And she’s not going to know, because she’s not a bet.”

Eli rolls his eyes and swirls the beer around in the bottle. “Yeah, yeah, you said that last time, but look at it from our perspective, dude,” he started, leaning towards Bradley, the strong booze radiating off him. “Bri breaks up with you, you throw a party and come up with this sick, cruel idea to help get her back, decide to use Y/n for that idea, and then you spend all of last week with her. And now she’s your girlfriend? Come on, Bradshaw, you haven’t even tried to hide your true intentions.”

Bradley narrowed his eyes and set his phone aside. “What are my true intentions?”

“You’re hoping to make Bri jealous so she’ll come back to you,” Eli answered, shrugging afterwards as he finished off his beer. “Then you’ll dump Y/n, and we’ll pay you a thousand each.”

“I’m not going to dump Y/n-”

“So if Bri were to come up to you sometime within the next few weeks and beg you to take her back, you wouldn’t?” Wes asked, sipping the last of his own beer. 

Bradley wanted nothing more than to kick these two drunk guys out of his room. He had nothing to say or prove to them, and he wished they would just drop it. “No, I wouldn’t take her back,” he muttered, bringing his knees to his chest as he rubbed at his eyes. “I like Y/n.”

“More than Bri?” Wes asked and Bradley glared at him, making the blond raise his hands in defense. “Hey, you’re the one who made a bet to win her back.”

“Y/n’s not a bet-”

“Think of it as a bargain, then,” Eli cut him off, suddenly sounding more sober than how he sounded when he first came in. “Come on, Brad, you’ve come this far. See how it plays out. You keep doing whatever it is you’re doing with Y/n, and if she ends up falling for you, then you get two grand.”

“And if she doesn’t?” Bradley had no idea why he was still even entertaining them at this point.

“Then we’ll know that you really do suck at dating,” Eli laughed. “Just go with it, bro. It could be fun for all of us. And she’ll never know.”

Bradley didn’t say anything else, waiting until Eli and Wes got bored of the silence and left. When they were gone, he finally allowed himself to read the text you sent almost twenty minutes ago. 

Babes🩷: I forgot to steal one of your hoodies. Can you bring me that flannel you were wearing tomorrow? For no particular reason at all.

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I have a take that can get me killed and it's "rape can be traumatizing for the rapist too"

which is actually true when you think abt it, just like how murder can be traumatizing for the killer as well. specially if the rapist is a minor, or was drunk, too excited, or didn't KNOW it was rape.

which ties to "rape can be an accident as well".

I hope no one pulls a "I love pancakes - so you hate waffles" on this tho, not trying to say tbe victim's experience should not be counted. I'm just saying the rapist's trauma should also be counted and y'know.. they deserve help and healing. you get what I say right??

really isn't fiction related but you're the only one I can say this to. I also want to know your own insight on this.

Definitely a very, very hot take, and an...interesting way to think about it. I would certainly see cases like that as extremely situational, that's for certain.

But I suppose there are exceptions out there such as a minor lying about ages, victims not actually voicing/showing discomfort, etc. That doesn't at all excuse the fact that the rape occurred, indeed, but yeah,I can see how there would be some cases where both sides come away with trauma.

Interesting take, anon. I do think everyone, regardless of situation, does deserve healing. Victims and assailants. Because ultimately, promoting help only to victims doesn't help anyone become better as a person.

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quick little psa on asks

I'm making a quick little post about my ask inbox since I've been getting a lot of questions/concerned inquiries. I'm not currently able to answer every single ask I receive, for a variety of reasons.

This doesn't mean I didn't read your ask, that I don't care about what you sent, or that I have you blocked/etc. I promise I'm not upset, I'm just physically unable to answer everything I receive. Some days there are hundreds -- hundreds -- of asks in my inbox, and I have to triage 1) what I have an easy answer for and 2) what I ultimately want on my blog.

I'm really sorry if I'm unable to answer your ask. Sometimes I truly do not have anything to add to them, they're not questions, or they're not quite appropriate for my blog. Please don't take it personally if I don't answer yours. I genuinely try to read every single one, including significant hate messages and spam every week.

If you have a really cool headcanon, I'd love to read it, but I can't promise it'll always end up answered. I highly encourage you to post those to your own blogs, so you can get credit and see that idea thrive without having to wait on me! I want to follow you and reblog those ideas. Because they're awesome!

I don't want anyone to worry and stop sending all anon/asks because of this post, because I genuinely enjoy answering asks about my opinion/fics/etc. But I also wanted to give some context since a lot of my asks lately have been questions/demands about why I haven't answered a previous ask.

If you have an idea you want to chat about, feel free to message me! I'm also in all the Batfamily/Superbat discord servers and happy to chat over there too.

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And even bigger thanks to all folks who help us to find lost fics! You guys are the real MVPs!!!

Ask #1 ( @thestartofsomething8059 ): there’s this fic…#1

Hello! Sorry to bother, but I’ve been trying to find this fic for ages and it beginning to drive me insane. I’ve checked all the tags it would be under but still no luck. The fic was essentially about Dean and Cas being overly coupley (but without actually having gotten together yet) and Sam being frustrated. I’ve checked the POV Sam tag, Oblivious Dean/Cas tags, and others like 5+1 things but nada 😞 Here are the specific scenes I remember from it: - Dean and Cas share a twizzler back and forth which grosses Sam out enough that he calls someone to complain (I pretty sure Charlie) - Shortly after this Dean and Cas argue about Cas having used Dean’s toothbrush - I’m pretty sure this fic also includes a scene where Dean is taking a shower and Cas comes in to just sit and talk to him and Sam is like “hey wtf?” And Dean just goes “no this is normal” That’s all I can remember with accuracy. I’ve read through several other similar fics like “Dude being Dudes” and “Sharing is Caring” and am sure it’s not those. Any help would be greatly appreciated!! Thank you so much 😊

Ask #2 ( @famousbread101 ): there’s this fic…#2

Please! You're my last hope 😭 I'm looking for a fic that I read years ago I'm pretty sure castiel was like. Pregnant or sick?? Either way he kept denying dean affection and Dean got fed up and left saying like "I'll get it somewhere else" and the whole fic is just cas being super sad and missing Dean It was haply ending and Dean didn't actually cheat tho

Ask #3 ( @bleedtogrow ): there’s this fic…#3

Hello! I’ve been looking for a fic for years and i can’t find it 😭😭 The only thing I remember was that Dean sang Heaven by Bryan Adams on his and cas’ wedding. If anyone knows which one it is plssss i need it

Ask #4 ( @little-apollyon): there’s this fic…#4

looking for a specific fic, of course I can’t remember the title or author. It’s in the Alpha Beta Omega universe, dean steals the impala from cas(technically kidnapped him and baby pulls a gun on cas) he left his abusive alpha who I think was one of Castiel brothers and he is making his way to Sam, they go on a road trip together and fall in love. I think they end up being true mates, hopefully it can be found and if it got deleted hopefully someone has a copy. I appreciate you all very much!

Ask #5 ( @sunshineggukie ): there’s this fic…#5

hey! ive been trying to find a fic that ive read years ago but i haven’t so far. it was a college au where dean was all ready to sleep his way through college and have as much fun as possible. on his first day though he bumps into cas and it’s like love at first sight. they start dating and i remember cas was a virgin and the fic was about 10-15k i think? i was hoping you guys could help me find it or that maybe another follower recognizes it

It takes a village to find a lost fic, every reblog is appreciated!

[madaramee]

Small PSA.

So I love the community and I love having returned.

However it's coming to my attention that I really should be focusing my time on other important things in my life. Life comes first after all. Long story short, I'm working hard on leveling up and, I need to reduce distractions as much as possible.

TLDR;; Interactions are still open, just know I won't be on dash as often.

Whether I like it or not, I have to admit that I compulsively check my dash. Much like in other social media. So to mitigate this, I will only be tending to interactions currently ongoing, keeping new interactions open at all times.

What I'm trying to say is, no more dashcoms, hardly any memes will be reblogged, no dashgames for me. Much as I hate to do this because Ikkaku is one of my funnest muses to throw around -- this is all necessary. I will also not be around on Tumblr IMs for the incoming long run so, if anyone is looking to contact me, I will list my contact details below.

That said.

I want to keep writing, it's still my hobby. Even if it's taking a backfoot, it's important for me to stress that we are still open to new interactions. I will be making a permanent starter call just for that, and will try to occasionally slip in a new ask meme for interactions as well.

Please do, hit us up on the starter call, if you want to write! Do send the ask, do add me on discord if you want to talk.

I will understand if this is not to your liking, no hard feelings if we lose followers over this. Make this space your own ideal space with what you can work with!

That's it Love you all, -Red

Discord to add:

[lootboxindie]

PSA hateful anon bait

Hey guys, Indie here, I don't usually make posts like this and I'm doing it from my mostly inactive reblog/sideblog because my main blog is really just for art but I have questions for people who create content for Horizon:

Has anyone been getting baity-asks in their inbox recently?

At the start of this year, every time I post ship-related art I get hate in my inbox. Is this a common occurrence for fellow writers and fanartists within this fandom?

I'd say I'm a pretty casual fan, I don't really share my opinions or participate in discourse on tumblr, I just post fanart and occasionally interact with some of you guys! Not sure what made me a target besides having a different ship preference than others lol. If that's all it takes to get hate, well, it's 2024 can we just.. idk.. get over it.

Just curious about the general state of this fandom these days. Not sure if there's anything that can be done except to ignore them. I don't know what compelled me to post this. I suppose I'm just looking for some solidarity in the community. It kind of sucks that the only messages I ever get are hateful! It doesn't bother me too much but I noticed it seems to only happen when I post something Horizon related. I'd hate if any newcomers get such a rude welcome to this space because I know there's still good and fun people within this fandom <3

This doesn't deter me at all from posting what I want, but I hope that in the future, the fandom returns to being a more vibrant and positive space :)

[damnfandomproblems]

https://www.tumblr.com/damnfandomproblems/762755438698807297/5850-listen-this-is-my-two-cents-worth-both

No. Do not pass go. People in the RPC can be manipulative as fuck, and false requests for writing advice are only the tip of the iceberg.

Reblogging PSAs that say their blog is "hate free", but trash talking fans of certain characters and certain demographics with language like "degenerates" in the next breath? Check.

Saying they lost their threads every other time they post an open starter, even though it was tagged "open rp" as per their own tagging conventions (and still is, so it's very much findable on their own blog)? Check.

Vague posting about how nobody wants to roleplay with them and "nobody would even notice if they deleted" and "maybe they should take a break", every other week? Which gets them positivity anons so the behavior just ramps up more and more? Check.

People sending themselves anon positivity when it's painfully obvious that's the case, because they use unsearchable language you've only ever seen in your discord threads with them, and they don't currently have any other mutuals? Check.

People reblogging memes that ask for writing advice, and acting like anyone who sends them writing advice, no matter how constructively it's given, is somehow out to get them because I guess everyone else was supposed to realize they only wanted yes-men replies, and not even a tiny bit of advice? Check.

The roleplay community is stuffed with these people, it's annoying, and it's even more annoying that you're waltzing in and thinking there's sufficient room to play devil's advocate about some of this stuff. It's not subtle. It's painfully obvious. Don't lecture people on nuance if you aren't familiar with what they're talking about. People do concern-troll, and people do send asks that could be better worded, but who is disagreeing with you?! That's not what people are talking about, they've been saying it ad nauseum in the comments. And many people are, in fact, capable of exercising basic self-awareness and knowing (or not knowing) if their advice will come off badly. Just stop.

Posting as a response to a previous ask.

[messrmoonyy]

Psa

Hi this is just your daily reminder that as a writer, I can write what I want to.

All this hardcore smut you guys want? Awesome! I’m getting to it. Eventually. But please Lord let me write other things too.

Idk how you aren’t bored of that yet like I seriously was afraid I was beginning to get repetitive with it I mean there’s only so much two people can do and I mean. It felt repetitive constantly writing it.

I’m known as a smut writer. I know that. And I still am ( Lord you don’t wanna see the filth that is my notes app. The stuff I write in there? God damn 💀) but smut doesn’t always have to be you getting body slammed! It can be soft. It can not be in a fic at all.

I’m also v much enjoying exploring Tess a little more and I know you guys probably don’t give af about that but I do. I think a lot of you forget fanfic writers are still writers. I wanna write stuff that makes people feel things and think. I wanna take this lil fictional gal and go routing around inside her head and pad out her thought’s and build her character.

And I know some of you ( I’m honestly leaning towards it being the Twitter lot that come over here for word porn and then don’t even know how to hit reblog and support their writers) don’t care for that. You want you smut and that’s it. And I have plenty of that on my blog. And I will have more of that honestly I will I have so many requests I’m working on ( Sub Tess anyone? Enemies to lovers anyone?👀)

Just let me explore my characters a little please. Let me write these slightly longer things and and invoke feelings other than ‘ I’m horny’. Let me spread my wings and see what I can do.

I love you all very much but some of you are just coming across a little rude just lately in the way you ask for things, one of you straight up asked when I’ll stop being boring and go back to the rough stuff. Like? If a writer writing things is boring to you then I don’t even know what to tell you pal. Just be kind.

Okay. Rant. Over.

[broadwaybalogna]

Hyperfixations: what they are, how they work, and why they’re unhealthy

A PSA about my relationship with hyperfixations and why someone should get help if they’re experiencing something similar.

So, if you’ve seen me on this site/app, it’s probably been due to my massive love for Zutara and Katara. If you see me now, I almost barely use this site other than to reblog one or two Zutara posts I like. This is the result of an extremely unhealthy hyperfixation I had with Zutara.

A hyperfixation is pretty much exactly what it sounds like, but it’s easiest to explain it by breaking it up: a fixation is something a person is solely focuses on for a duration of time. This is often compared to a light obsession toward something. Most people can have fixations. It’s very easy to become enamored with something and make it a sole focus for maybe a day or two. The hyper aspect is what changes everything and why hyperfixations are most commonly associated with neurodivergent or autistic individuals.

Going from a fixation to a hyperfixation is easy to visualize. Imagine all the aspects of a fixation- just 10x more obsessive. A hyperfixation is basically the more unhealthy version of a fixation. I clearly remember myself staying up until 4-5am each night writing, drawing, and consuming Zutara content. It took up my every thought (seriously, almost all my thoughts consisted of Zutara. I could be at the beach and daydream about Zutara having a beach date, I would go shopping and look for Zutara/Katara merchandise, it took my my entire focus.)

There was nothing anyone could do to take my focus away. I was aware, in retrospect, that what I was doing wasn’t good for myself, but I was too obsessed to stop myself and take a break. That’s why when the hyperfixation finally died down, I almost left this site in its entirety. It was a sharp transition from hyperfixation to small preference; this is in large part also due to the fact that I began taking ADHD medication.

The medication I had stopped my hyperfixation, but it didn’t help any other factors that contributed to my attention deficit disorder, so I was on and off a variety of meds for a month or two.

When I finally stopped obsessing over these two, however, I was able to get good sleep, I was able to eat better, and I was able to better focus on what I needed to do rather than wanted to do.

Now, just because I’m not as crazy about Zutara as I was, it doesn’t mean I don’t like the ship at all anymore. My hyperfixation had to stem from a regular fixation/interest in order for it to get to the intensity that it got to, but I do think it is incredibly important to spread awareness about how unhealthy I was and how it manifested on this site.

From March 26th to August 5th, I wrote a total of 25 fanfictions and 40k words surrounding Zutara. That’s 2.5 fanfictions per week. Not to mention everything I was reading and consuming as well. I was also drawing. I made about 20 drawings with an average of maybe 1.5 hours spent on each one.

I was aware of the fact that what was happening to me was unhealthy, but I was so obsessed I didn’t want to stop. I actually didn’t want to take my meds because I didn’t want my hyperfixation to end.

That’s how bad things can get.

I hope this is helping to understand just how out of control something can become. The ONLY way I was able to stop was by taking prescribed medication that literally sends signals to my brain to stfu and leave me alone.

If this post has helped you realize that you may be suffering from some form of a hyperfixation or other ADHD related symptoms, please take the time to research and schedule an appointment with a doctor so you can be properly diagnosed and medicated. These kinds of obstacles that neurodivergent people face have many ranges and it’s important to realize that help might be needed.

Please please please do what’s best for you if you think you may be facing a similar problem. Because it is a problem, and it can hurt.

I hope this post was able to do good to some people. I really don’t want to imagine people in a place where I was where everything in my brain was so clouded aside from a ship.

P.S: this post is not a resignation of mine for Tumblr and my love for Zutara. It’s acting also as kind of an explanation for why I have been very inactive as of late.

[ca-suffit]

"The thing about the racism discourse about this is that, once more, it dismisses the book canon."

jfc that is rly a choice of a sentence there.

And the effort the show took already to not make Louis a petty liar, who ranted about his ex. In-universe, mind you.

The meta analysis here especially re the white guy speaking the truth is valid and of course it can be and should be discussed.

But it doesn’t change the fact imho that the show ALREADY added so much NUANCE to avoid that, with the racial recasts (now canon) trap.

This show doesn't exist in a vacuum. Nalyra and Virginia and whoever else who have been popular book ppl have kept sweeping race off to the side and been directly responsible for feeding this fandom's racism bcuz of it. They are responsible, with others, for creating an attitude that anyone who talks about race isn't a real fan, is illiterate and didn't read the books, and v specifically targeting black fans. "That subset" was used in place of a racial slur by them for a *long* time. They only stopped doing this as much once this account showed up and they couldn't rely on this phantom boogeyman story anymore. The fandom PSAs have stopped too.

A lot of the show's commentary about race is not understood by white audiences. If ur going to be in the AMC fandom and tie the books and show together, u need to engage with race. U cannot tell ppl, especially with the feedback on this that I *know* they both got, that u can ignore things about the show or the fandom bcuz of "the book canon." If u label talk about racism as "fandom wank" and say shit like what's up above, it's v intentional racism. especially after years of being here.

The fandom is going to come to these characters with all the racial biases they hold IRL. If you're not doing something to make ppl think about that then u don't need to be the one talking about it. Saying the show has everything racial handled (so everyone's just seeking a reason to cause "discourse" if we speak more about it) and scoffing at the idea that "the books" don't actually work as a blanket excuse for a lot of what ppl are rly talking about here is just fucking intellectually lazy (and racist!!!!!)

Ppl don't call out racism for fun. Nobody comes to fandoms to do this shit and have to confront ppl like this and risk all the abuse and denial that comes with it. When ppl do it anyway, and especially when it's a LOT of ppl? that's when u listen and stop doubling down. that's when u DON'T call it fucking "discourse" or "wank." U take it seriously, u look at urself, u make changes. u fucking grow up.

Do not doubt that this part of the fandom is racist bcuz this is all v fucking intentional and it has been for a longgggggggggggg time. I said it before in an older post but this fake "nice" voice they all have and this vague acceptance of topics (lestat is flawed, the fandom's racism discussions are good, every other month maybe reblogging some post about race / racism in the show) is all manipulation. If they gave a fuck about not being racists and encouraging racism within the fandom they would not say shit like that big quote up there ^ what the FUCK is that.

[leolingo]

(rant about linguistics, aphasia and q!quackity’s impairments post-memory loss!!! to anyone who knows more about any of this, PLEASE add on or dm me id love to learn if anyones into neurolinguistics or anything of the sort)

ive been digging deeper into q!quackity’s condition (because I quite literally CAN’T stop thinking abou it) + taking note of his symptoms/behavior and it seems like what he’s dealing with could be called alexia (acquired inability to read) with agraphia (acquired inability to write), which are types of general aphasia, except i still need to know MORE about his production and comprehension i need to get in there!!!!!

it seems like he could be experiencing literal/verbal alexia with agraphia, which would mean he can’t recognize written letters or symbols at all and that is why he’s unable to read (this is all very tentative… all i have to go off of is my psycholinguistics class and as many academic articles as i can read). from what ive seen, q!q hasn’t actually tried to read any signs out loud, there’s no verbal attempt or production of speech which would make sense if he really can’t recognize the alphabet. BUT. what bothers me is that he can speak spanish with no issues. since spanish has a high proximity between phonology and orthography, theory says people who are able to speak it should be able to read and write the phonemes. and he can’t — or hasn’t tried. THAT makes me think he Can recognize the letters themselves

to confirm this i would really like to see him try to spell…. Or just name a letter! if its confirmed he CAN recognize individual letters, then id say what we’re looking at is more like pure alexia (without agraphia) — only a reading impairment, which would cause him to be unable to Arrange the letters in a sensical order. Its tough to check any of this w minecraft as a medium…. with a keyboard (or, in rp, on a communicator/in chat) it’s kind of impossible to know if he’s clicking at random or actually Trying to seek specific letters. but ill say that the way he sometimes dictates what he’s intending to write makes me think he DOES have the visual of each letter in his mind, and just struggles to order them or accurately transpose them

its also interesting to me how theres no sign of a speech impediment. q!q could speak fine from the very first moment we saw him. all hesitation was modal/owed to circumstance and not actually tied to his production of speech. i think that has more to do with the memory part of things! it could be that the extend of his memory alteration only goes as far as his writing and reading do. speech and comprehension come first in regular human development, and those are the faculties he has kept mostly unaltered. there could also be an argument to make about this pointing spanish as his first language (like cc!quackity) and english as his second, which would explain the dissonance between his production in one language and the other — but given that last stream he did express knowledge of english, idk if its relevant

i dont know much about the actual anatomy of things but i think it’s interesting that most aphasia cases are caused by lesions on the left temporal-parietal lobe. AND that its also possible for aphasia to be caused by head trauma like a hard hit to the head or deprival of oxygen (due to drowning? food for thought).

psa i know the situation in canon could be a lot less deep than im trying to make it. i get that. i dont expect the writers team to have researched the symptoms to this extent, but i enjoy discussing it. this is part of my major and a big area of interest for me so i find it really fun :) ill keep reading on this topic as much as i can and reblog w more of my musings if i find more relevant info. baseline qsmp team please let me in i need to study q!q under a microscope (lovingly)

[golden--goofball]

Asking anonymous solely because I don’t want to be attacked my antis on my main,,, I’m not exactly proship (personally I just think the whole shipping discussion is kinda weird and honestly a lot of proship people and antis agree on things but just constantly use extremes- from my own experiences Anti’s are more guilty of this but I can understand some of them) but I’m chill with people being proship and shipping whatever

Just curious how do you deal with the constant slander on people who are proship? I feel like Tumblr is one of the better websites in this sense but like- Honestly I’m low-key kinda worried of getting involved in the discourse because I’m not really “against” problematic ships themselves :,)

You’re very cool for dealing with all of that (and keeping your anons open for the most part-)

—

Also kind of funny PSA but I recently got an anon ask being like “… hey- I don’t know if you know but one of your mutuals (that you obviously interact with fairly frequently)… is a proshipper!!1!” Which, I mean it wasn’t outright rude (I think) so I’m not particularly upset or anything but I just find it so funny because that mutual has proship in their bio and posts about shipping discourse very frequently? Like huh,,, my mutual who reblogs proship content and has admitted being one more times than I can count is a “proshipper” you say..? Wow Anon.. really? No way…. /silly

(But I am low-key kinda worried if that Anon wasn’t a mutual or someone who I interact with often, and will immediately jump to the conclusion that I must be proship and by their logic an absolute scum bag,,, oh well it is what it is lol)

honestly yeah, tumblr is pretty tame. tiktok, however, is fucking DEPLORABLE. it's a struggle over there, man 😔😔😔. i will say i also think shipcourse is pretty dumb sometimes, but i'll be damned if i'm gonna stay neutral on that shit lol.

honestly, dealing with the hate is a lot harder on me than i let show. but i always keep it in my mind that i have friends who can help me in private, and in public i can let the haters think they don't get to me so that they shut up and fuck off lmao.

also i must admit i actually don't always leave anons on lol. i have a limit of 3 hate anons and then i turn them off for like a week to get em to go away.

that's really funny honestly. there's been a group of people (who've hated me for LONG before i came out as profic lmao) going around telling everyone who so much as views one of my posts the DARK EVIL TRUTH about how i…am anti-harassment over fiction. sometimes if someone refuses to cut me off after finding out, they start pulling them into it as well in order to further push them to drop me in order to clear their own name. craziest part is, it's worked a couple of times. that's when shit gets really hard. BUT i'm still alive. so clearly it WASN'T HARD ENOUGH ‼️‼️‼️💪💪💪💥💥💥💥

i wouldn't worry about them, anyone with half a mind (aka, worthy enough to be taking up space in your brain) wouldn't think that way in the first place. it may be hard, but trust me, the people worthy of staying with you will do so. though this may sound cruel of me, it's honestly the nicest way to put it

the trash will take itself out.