#(part of it is that I kinda want to get shit stabilized in the household; be doing stuff like cooking before I try and sell shit)

[medicinemane]

At least I could disable the suggestions but just... I'm sick of it, I'm sick of companies trying to think for me

I'd rather be miserable but doing shit my own way than placid and glass eyed and just taking whatever companies tell me to

Like... literally just asking what I get out of writing a post on tumblr... zero suggestions, just letting me say whatever dumb stuff comes to my head

[notquiteaghost]

there's so much to unpack in The Jason Problem that it is kinda unfair to expect every fanwork to bother but, yknow. is the unpacking not what's fun???

like ok. jason is murdered, he gets better, he wants the guy who murdered him dead. i honestly think that's reasonable. it being the joker makes it possibly the most cut-and-dry it could get, morally, cuz the joker's sole motivation is causing pain. there's the potential for a really good story abt privileged white men who are violent n dangerous very intentionally because they think they have the right who cry insanity after, in the joker. do not at all trust dc to tell it. anyway,

oh this got long. ok a lot more yelling that is actually abt jason under the cut

the joker should die, but bruce can't kill him, because unfortunately jason u are not the only horribly traumatised person here. it's conflicting access needs. they need to talk this out with an objective third party, they never will, having A Thing you should definitely talk out with bruce and will avoid talking out with bruce as long as you live is like a requirement for batfam membership, that isn't the problem

The Jason Problem is. murder IS wrong. people should not be killed. but, also, we do not live in a vacuum, and our society currently churns out a small but significant number of people who are actively dangerous and will only stop being actively dangerous when they are dead. that sucks! we shld do smth abt that! but nothing anyone can do now will fix everyone overnight. that's the core tension jason creates by existing in a story, because batman is not a long-term solution, batman is a stopgap. and jason is, by some metrics, a better stopgap

the problem with jason's methods isn't actually how moral they are, the problem is it's very difficult to kill someone without it affecting someone else you've never even heard of. any time jason kills someone without first researching them right down to how they organise their underwear, he cld be leaving dependents without a caregiver or households without a primary earner or anyone without medical insurance or etc etc. even people doing terrible things can be keeping other people alive. and of course if he's mostly killing goons well then he's mostly killing poor people who probably don't have many other options isn't he, and it is in fact a disservice to his character to have him not target rich people. as if a kid who grew up in poverty n then lived with the All Of Gotham's Problems Are My Problems To Fix Personally guy wouldn't have a very specific hit list. nvm organised crime jason shld kill republicans.

anyway (...two!), THEN there's the aspect ive yet to see addressed in a way that doesnt make me twitch: the lazarus pit. the ableism inherent in every canon interpretation. that to kill anyone you need to be insane, that Lazarus Pit Madness is somehow a separate unique phenomenon from the inherent trauma of dying and then being resurrected, that jason doesnt have ptsd even before he died. the perennial batman media problem of criminals not deserving adequate care. how jason went to arkham, how arkham still exists.

it is my instinct whenever media makes a character ~crazy as a lazy excuse for being a villain to say okay, yeah, they're mentally ill now, no takebacks. and like you cannot tell me jason doesnt have cptsd, but i think post-lazarus pit jason shld be on anti psychotics and mood stabilizers. i think if ur gonna tell me the pit madness '''got better''' then it is because jason is on psychiatric medication. it is very Yikes! to have the only or primary symptom of mental illness be murder, which is why the murder shld not be a thing he is doing because he's crazy. he has lost the things previously stopping him murdering (need for bruce's approval / being fifteen), and also he's horrendously traumatised.

i think red hood stuff is the one part of his life he's reliably capable of thinking rationally about, because compartmentalising your personal shit in order to work a case is absolutely in robin training 101. he'll make a ten-step plan that involves running surveillance, breaking n entering, multiple fake identities, and execute it all perfectly, then go home and have to remove all the mirrors from his apartment cuz [redacted for being potentially delusion-triggering].

by which i do not mean that mental illness is smth u can train urself out of, but that pushing yourself to an unreasonable degree is a cornerstone of being a bat. he absolutely makes his shit worse by trying to act like he can just turn it on n off. they all do this, what differs is simply the symptoms n problems.

and! speaking of bats! obviously bruce is going to continue to have a problem abt the murder literally forever, holding everyone else to the torturous standards he holds himself to is a fundamental fatal flaw of his. but that does not have to be true of anyone else, and i think it makes for much more of an interesting dynamic if everyone else is on a sliding scale of 'Murder Is Wrong but he is family' to 'moral objectivity is a scam' to 'if bruce won't let me kill anyone then someone shld get to'.

like, yes this is objectively very fucked up. batman media is objectively very fucked up things the whole way down, that's why im here, let's explore the implications of your dead brother coming back to life n becoming a serial killer. i guess u can just have him not kill people but is that not boring? why not have everyone else have to reckon with what unconditional love truly means

uhhhh i forgot if i actually had an overarching point. in summary let jason kill people in actual positions of power because hey you never know maybe if half the oil barons die that might motivate the rest!

[slasherscream]

cooking headcannons with poly Billy and Stu and their s/o? 😎 i feel like stu is the type to flip pancakes super high and get them stuck on the ceiling and billy is the type to just order in bc he gave up after 2 seconds

A/N: you’re braver than any us marine to be in a kitchen with these two

billy loomis x reader x stu macher  ft. cooking for (with) dummies

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For this we are assuming you can cook and thus, fair warning, you will always be cooking. They’re not assholes so they’ll totally do dishes for you (Billy will. If Stu can worm his way out of a household chore he will do so by any means necessary) but why should they cook when you’re so good at it? Their logic? Unbeatable. 

They both walk away real fast whenever you seem to be about to “teach them” something. They don’t want to know! You’re the chef of this house. Don’t be grouchy about your designation. How about some kisses? Would a kiss make all this free labor better? Stu sure thinks it will.

Billy kinda likes rigid roles in the relationship because it gives him the illusion of stability. So you always doing this one thing in the relationship is like a security blanket of sorts. Please get him some therapy-

Express to him that cooking can be a bonding activity as well as an important life skill to have and you’ve got him! He tends to like lowkey “dates” and more than that he really enjoys “couple activities” though he’d rather die than admit it. It���s because he wants you to spend 100% of your time with him and Stu. Like some kind of exotic leech you can’t get rid of. 

Stu is gonna groan because work and he’s never cooked anything in his #Life but you can get him into the kitchen with both promises of affection and by strategically withholding said affection. He’s needy. 

So you got them in there! What now? Strap in for the ride of your fucking life buckaroo-

Billy has a lot more cooking experience than Stu but like….not much compared to you. At least in terms of quality if not quantity. Meat. Breakfast food. Pastas. Crappy soup. Enough that if he was living in a college dorm alone he wouldn’t die. Eats raw vegetables (and fruits) but has probably never cooked one I won’t lie. 

Only learned and figured out cooking because you know …MIA Mom. His Dad certainly didn’t buck up and learn that particular skill for the two of them. It was either takeout or semi-crappy Billy cooking.  

Stu, if he wasn’t living with you and Billy, would have scurvy and he’d be dead. No cooking skills. Can’t cook ramen. Can maybe use a toaster. Perhaps even a toaster oven. If you ever leave him alone he’d die like a tamagotchi but faster.

Takeout and fast food are his only saviors. He knows all the numbers to every place that delivers by heart and he knows closing times and menus too. He survived his teenage years by the grace of his Mother, occasional family chefs, and God. 

Start on the basics. Stu knows nothing and Billy is (shittily) self taught. This will be the most maddening part of living with the boys since moving in with them. They are struggling. You are struggling. 

They’re good with knives so that skill translates pretty quickly. Everything else is a mess. 

Stu you teach one skill and he goes overboard with it. Overzealous … if you will. So yes he will flip a pancake into the ceiling. He’s going to over-whisk/stir everything. And if you need him to chop something?? He’ll just sit there and mince it to shit. Anything you put in front of him. Minced to granule. Very proud of himself.

                               you: baby i needed it in chunks                                                              stu: :D                                                              you: nevermind. great job, babe-

He’s so eager to please he’s doing his best and genuinely following all instruction to the best of his ability. If you just hang in there eventually he’ll do everything you teach him to do just the way you taught him to do it. He’s a good student in that sense. Just… hang in there.

Billy can get all the basics of cooking down great. It’s the recipes and seasoning that’ll get him. The finer points of cooking will be his downfall. He’ll rage quit long before you can register his mounting frustration. 

The type to not want to do something because they’re not immediately good at it? Billy? Never.

Stick with it and he’ll actually enjoy it to some extent. Doesn’t mind cooking alone but only really likes doing it when he’s doing it with you. He likes the normalcy and familiarity of it. Moving around each other like clockwork. Little jokes. Playful nudges. It’s a routine he’ll start to love, in all honesty.

Wiping down a counter (he’s a clean as you go type) and you pop up beside him with a spoon for him to taste? But wait! It’s too hot so you’re just gonna blow on it for a second first?? He started cool guy smirking like “god look at them” but missed the mark and it wound up a sappy “god look at them” smile.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again he’s a sucker for domestic life. He’s trying to build a love nest and you and Stu had better be on board, eager participants or so help you god-

Stu is good at all things prep work. He can still barely cook honestly but he won’t burn the house down trying to make something basic. He shines at breakfast foods like all men who can’t really cook but like to say they can. Could he offer you a waffle? Grits? Some perfectly cooked eggs? French toast?

If he can be bothered to wake up in the morning before you or Billy he will make you both breakfast in bed. It’s rare because he never wakes up first. Sweet when it happens though.

Always very careful about getting out of bed but Billy is the world’s lightest sleeper so he notices instantly someone’s left the bed. You’re up next because Stu cannot cook quietly under any circumstances. Pots and pans and banging of all volumes come from the kitchen.

You and Billy always share sleepy smiles before curling up together and dozing back off, all the while waiting for your boyfriend to come kick open the door dramatically while bearing food.  

Billy eventually gets pretty good in general but he really enjoys cooking you and Stu’s favorite foods. These are things he can cook perfectly with his eyes closed. Were you moping today? Go take a nice, hot shower to relax. Come back and oh wow? Your favorite comfort food on the counter. Where’d that come from?? If you gush over it he acts like it’s no big deal but he loves the praise and loves babying you. Want him to stab whatever made you upset? Just asking! Just as a side note! No? Fine.

Stu cooks/helps you prep mostly so the “who’s turn is it to do the dishes” debate will be more confusing and in the end Billy will usually wind up doing them to avoid a secondary Great Stalemate (there was a lot of bastard energy in the house the first year of living together. it mostly belonged to Stu). Also does them because Billy’s a softie for you ….and Stu, admittedly. Why else would he not stab him when you all know it’s Stu’s turn to do the fucking dishes-

Billy wants to try and cook something new with you once a month. You guys don’t really have set date nights (billy vc: lame) but if you did this would be one of them. Stu loiters but rarely joins the actual cooking process. Mostly just hanging out in the kitchen while you and Billy work your magic. He will distract one or both of you with dancing and singing.

Dancing may begin as lighthearted and goofy but be wary and wise — he can get the drop on you and make it groping and grinding quicker than you can say “burning food-”. Billy? 50/50 chance on him prying you away from Stu and scolding him because you’re both busy or him joining in. 

You have all nearly set the house on fire because somehow Stu wound up on his knees between your thighs, Billy’s hands tangled tightly in his hair while he whispered feverishly what he wanted to do to you in your ear.

If it had been a scary movie you all would’ve been killed since you literally didn’t notice the small stove fire until Billy jumped out of his skin with a yelp of, “Oh shit!”

If you don’t live a long life with these disasters you’ll live a short but sweet one together.

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[vancilocs]

In thirds, cain and mercer, max and roo, and krea and trias?

yeet

1. What is their relationship to each other?

Together, married, soulmates, whatnot

2. How did they first encounter each other? What did they first think about each other? 

Mercer was trying to kill Cain and almost got killed himself, Cain went to check what the fuck happened and found a guy with no arm bleeding out and dragged him to a safe place + healed him against his better judgement. Mercer basically thought Cain was a dangerous bloodthirsty mage and Cain was both scared and annoyed at a hunter finding him, not to mention the hunter looking quite a bit like the one who shot his ear off when he was 14

3. What is their relationship like now? 

Living together in the forest, learning magic, appreciating nature, appreciating each other, very much in love

4. What will their relationship be like in the future? 

Together until the end of the line, no breaking the bond they have built

5. What traits does each person find endearing in the other? 

Cain is calm and level-headed and has a much subtler way of showing affection, so he’s a very grounding influence on Mercer which he can appreciate. Cain realized through Mercer how nice it is to be openly and unashamedly loved and how good it is to share everything nice in your life. Both are also very passionate about their interests and good listeners, eager to learn and support

6. Which traits does each person find annoying in the other? 

Mercer can be loud, brash, lose focus (makes things like meditating hard), he’s needier than Cain attention-wise so sometimes Cain just gotta ask to be left alone for a moment (Mercer doesn’t mind that at all, he gets it). For Mercer, Cain is a slower teacher who takes his time introducing Mercer to magic and its aspects, so Mercer can get frustrated bc he wants to learn how to make lightning already

7. How often do they see each other? How often do they talk to each other?

They see each other pretty much every day, if not the whole day then at the very least they spend the night together most of the time. Rarely the other goes on a longer trip and might be away overnight or a couple of nights, but still sends birds to the lover to reassure everything’s okay

8. Could they live together easily? Why/why not? 

Not in a city but both really enjoy their nomadic lifestyle and each other’s company so the way they have is good for them

9. How much physical contact would these characters have with each other? 

Oh a lot. And with Mercer’s wooden arm he gets to finally give Cain some good hugs, hold his hand more and even do his hair if he allows. Mercer is more touchy-feely and Cain doesn’t mind it most of the time. Also cuddled up is the best way to sleep

10. What would they get for each other as birthday gifts? 

They don’t really give gifts, especially when living together. Earlier Mercer would always bring sweets from the city when he went to the forest to see Cain but now they probably don’t even celebrate birthdays.

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11. What hobbies do they share, if any?

Music (Cameron plays, Max appreciates), maybe makeup? Max will contour Cameron and give him a bit of a 5′o’clock shade before he goes on HRT. Also videogames probably though Max is less of a gamer

12. Do either of them have any hobbies or interests which annoy the other?

No, Max is a huge supporter of the band and Cameron her first makeup channel subscriber

13. Do any of their beliefs (religious, moral, or otherwise) differ? Do they conflict strongly? 

Nah? I doubt either is super religious or anything. They agree on things and don’t do things that piss the other one off

14. Who is the better cook? Who is better at general household tasks? 

Max is a great cook and is happy to make dinner for Cameron too, also probably somewhat neater than Gamer Bro McChickenNugget over here

15. Which of them is more adventurous? Is the other adventurous enough to go along with them? 

Cameron is rowdier and took Max along during high school days, nowadays she doesn’t have much time but supports him wholeheartedly

16. Would they go on holiday together, and where would they go? 

Probably have gone before, city holidays and/or beaches especially after top surgery are great

17. When one is feeling down, how does the other respond?

Ask about it, offer to bring snacks, offer a shoulder to lean on, offer advice if they have some or solutions, just be there and present and ready to help if asked

18. If one was in a difficult life situation, what would the other do for them? 

Anything really, they’d let the other live with them, borrow money if needed, borrow clothes or makeup or whatever, mi casa es su casa

19. Has one ever had to stop the other from making a very foolish decision? And did the other listen to them? 

When Nevan came crawling back Max told her no of her own volition but Cameron would also have told her to tell Nev to fuck right off. But Max didn’t listen to him before when it came to that woman

20. Has one ever strongly encouraged the other to make a big decision? Did they go through with it? 

Cameron always told Max to dump Nevan (and she did a couple of times but in the end it was Nev who ended that farce). Max told Cameron to be straightforward with his feelings towards Jules bc she could see how much it was dragging him down after years of pining

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21. How would one feel about the other being in love (with them or with someone else)?

Krea is aromantic and doesn’t date, but he does love Shae with all he has in his own way, so idk how Trias feels about that. Krea doesn’t really care about Trias’s love life, but wishes she finds happiness and stability in her own life. Just please not with Shyn she’s so annoying. He wouldn’t want Trias to be in love with himself either.

22. Are there any other people who are a part of both their lives, e.g. friends or family members they share? 

Both associate with Remy, Krea is definitely not his friend though. He tangentially associates with Shyn too by letting her kill evildoers. Qizare is a friend of them both, Vastravia loves Krea and... Trias not so much. Tolerates her if anything. Vosgi doesn’t like her, Jun is neutralish, a bit negative. Shae likes Trias more than you’d think but is also careful about getting too close.

23. How does each person feel about the other person’s family members and close friends? Do they get along with them? 

Krea doesn’t like any of Trias’s friends except for Kiki.

24. Do either of them get jealous over relationships the other one has with friends/family/romantic partners/other people? 

Krea doesn’t, Trias might. Krea has his handful (three) of lovers past and present and does show PDA with them so if Trias is annoyed by that then tough shit lmao (also he has loving familial relationships with Kiki and Vastravia and speaks highly of his parents which Trias lacks so that might make her jealous)

25. Is either person jealous of the other’s wealth or possessions? 

Nah. Neither flaunts it. Krea’s most precious possession is his rifle, he’ll give Trias his old cloak himself

26. If the pair of them had to look after a young child or pet, what would happen? 

Krea is suspiciously good at looking after children and being a dad, wouldn’t let Trias touch it though

27. How far would each go to protect the other? 

Very far, neither is shy about going to the extreme if the other is in serious danger. Trias went mano a mano with Athena of all people to keep her off Krea and later skulked around his hospital room and caught Lyla red-handed so

28. Is there anyone else that each person would protect over the other, if they had to make a choice? 

If anything then Krea deciding to protect someone he deems weaker, because he knows Trias is more than capable of looking after herself. Would trust her to understand this

29. If one died, how would the other respond? What would happen to them afterwards? 

Krea would have lost a friend and he’d be sad, angry, seek justice as he would for anyone else. He did die for a moment, and Trias would have lost a big inhibitor if he had stayed dead

30. How far would each person follow the other? Would they trust them enough to commit crime because the other asked them to?

Krea won’t commit crimes on her behalf, in fact he kinda tries to keep people from doing crimes. There is not much he would do for her without wanting to know every single detail of the plan.

31. If one wronged the other badly, would the other forgive them easily? 

I don’t think either would forgive easily if it was something that genuinely hurt the other and broke the trust. They’re close, but some things they want to keep secret and make it clear they want to keep secret so digging into those would be bad. It’d take a while to get the trust back.

[davidmann95]

Velvet's battle is a great choice, though I'll always have a special place in my heart for the fight against the Grimm Deathstalker and the Nevermore in Episode 8. That said, what do you think of the individual members of Team RWBY?

I decided to wait on this until I caught up on the series thus far, which I just finished doing the night before last in pretty much the only time in my life I’ve ever really properly binged anything other than comics, and…wow. I knew RWBY was a thing just as a matter of course from being on this site and Youtube, and from watching Death Battle, so I picked up some major beats by osmosis. But my main impression was that it was a charming pseudo-anime online thing of decent quality that unsurprisingly got heavier as it went along as such things tend to do, with extremely rad fights and music along the way; figured it’d be more than serviceable to watch while I was on the treadmill as a disposable distraction from the agony of propelling my wheezing, sweating, loathsome meat-scaffolding forward.

I did *not* expect it to eventually end up after growing pains a - while far from flawless - intensely engrossing story of all-consuming personal and generational pain and people who choose to love and do the right thing in defiance of that trauma and loss and hopelessness, where also occasionally a corgi gets fastball specialed at mechas. Though once it became clear that’s what it is, it pretty clearly sat at an intersection of a hell of a lot of my favorite things, especially when characters copped in-universe in both the main series and spinoff material that this is basically a superhero thing. My initial impressions re: the fights and music were on-point though.

I actually have quite a few thoughts on pretty much all the protagonists of note at this point (other than I suppose Oscar and Maria. Like them both though, and I do hope that nice boy’s brain somehow doesn’t dissolve into the blender of Ozpin’s subconscious), but I’ll just stick with the core four here as requested for now unless someone asks otherwise. Weiss is the simplest to get at the core of, I’d say: her arc is learning that fuck rich people, actually. She’s a seriously difficult character to get onboard for at first - especially if you’re watching those first episodes for the first time in 2019 - as the mean unconsciously racist rich girl who learns to be less mean and racist but still kinda mean. But after you’ve extensively seen the hideously toxic environment she grew up in, and fully understand her efforts to grow past the empty values it inculcated in her in favor of everything she was raised to think of herself as above, she becomes a hell of a figure to root for. Assuming RWBY is gonna go, say, a respectable 10 seasons given it was just renewed through 9, I could easily see the upcoming 7th be the climax of her arc with her return to Atlas and likely further reckoning with the consequences of her families’ actions beyond how they’ve hurt her personally.

Yang is also, in a certain abstract narrative sense, simple, in that she’s built around the very oldest trick in the book for characters whose main deal is ‘can punch better than absolutely anyone’: give them problems that cannot be solved by punching. Except in her case it’s less a material “well, this person is invulnerable to punching!” or “well, actually this other person can punch most best of all” issue blocking her path than “punching cannot solve depression, abandonment issues, questioning whether what she considers her purpose in life is one she’s truly pursuing for noble reasons or if she even has the resolve for it anymore after what’s happened to her, or PTSD”. Yet, while it may not be the kind that manifests in the form of punching people with a smirk and a bad pun anymore (much as she still definitely does that all the time) what ultimately drives her and defines her is still her strength: to move forward, to forgive, to let go, to do the right thing in spite of the risks. Which could easily come off as some unpleasant “you just have to get over your moping!” dismissal - there’s a bit with her dad that means it saddles riiiiight up to the edge of that - but there’s a weight to how her traumas remain a consistent factor in her life and have shaped her outlook even as her circumstances and day-to-day disposition improve that makes it feel thematically like it’s coming from a place of acknowledgment and endurance rather than denial, even if it’s not handled perfectly. Great to see her apparently recapturing some more of her joie de vivre based on the trailer for Volume 7, and how that’ll interact with how she’s grown should be interesting.

Blake is…tough, because you fundamentally cannot talk about Blake without getting into the Faunus, which is maybe the biggest aspect of RWBY that leaves it in the realm of Problematic Fave. It really, really wants to have something substantial to say about the proper response to racism, and every now and then it pumps out a “capitalism greases the wheels of systemic oppression and vice-versa” or “it’s perfectly reasonable for the oppressed to seek to fight back directly against their oppressors, and even the pacifist in the room can recognize that’s a defensible approach that deserves its place”. But then Abusive Boyfriend Magneto literally murders nuance in Vol. 5 episode 2, and it descends into some borderline “but what about black on black violence” respectability politics shit. It’s the classic X-Men setup - this persecuted race of often superpowered folks torn between pacifism and efforts to prove themselves to their oppressors, and those who think they should rise up and annihilate the flatscans - with most of the same pitfalls, but also we haven’t had over 50 years to get used to that just being how it works here, and it doesn’t have the excuse of having to expand as best it can on a metaphor that was originally devised before most of the people currently handling it were born. All of which would be rough enough, but given I watched this right as Jonathan Hickman’s been completely refining the entire X-Men paradigm outside that outdated binary, it especially grates. I’d love to be directed to any solid counterarguments - I’ve heard it might actually be an analogue, and a well-done one, for The Troubles, which I am one million percent unqualified to evaluate - especially since apparently one of the writers grew up in a mixed-race household, and at the end of the day I’m a white guy who may well be talking completely out his ass. But it sure comes off at a glance as some well-intentioned dudes stumbling through stuff that’s not their business, and that’s inextricable from Blake’s character when so much of her story is her navigating through that metaphor. Hopefully with new writers coming onboard this is something that can be navigated more insightfully in the future.

On a purely personal basis however, Blake’s a standout in terms of relatability when her story comes down to a pretty universal shared horror: how to climb back from having fucked up. She tried really hard to do the right thing, was taken advantage of and led into doing things she eventually realized were wrong, was so shaken that she couldn’t tell who to trust, and then the situation spiraled out of control on every possible front just as things finally seemed to be stabilizing. The way a single mistake - enabled and exacerbated by an abusive past relationship in her case - expands into a self-loathing far beyond the bounds of anything she could possibly be responsible for is brutal and completely understandable, and seeing her start put her self-esteem back together with the help of those closest to her and the power of her original convictions is arguably the single strongest, most clearly conveyed individual character arc in the series. I’m very curious where it goes from here: Adam’s finish represents a logical climax and the setup for a happily-ever-after with Yang (or Sun if they end up going that way after all) for her to coast through the remainder of the series on, but the way emotional consequences have played out in the series thus far I doubt her demons are going to be put to bed that simply.

Finally there’s Ruby, and I am contractually obligated to note up front: she is clearly not a Superman analogue. There is precisely zero percent chance that she was conceived as such or was ever deliberately executed in such a way that mirroring him was kept in mind. Though she IS a super-powered idealist raised in the middle of nowhere with a significant deceased parent who wears a red cape, flies, gives inspiring rallying speeches, has black-ish but primary color-tinted hair, and has a mysterious birthright that involves being able to shoot lasers from her eyes, plus she has a dog who also essentially has superpowers, plus she tells someone they’re stronger than they think they are, plus Yang basically quotes a bit from Kingdom Come regarding her in Rest and Resolutions. But it probably goes a ways in explaining why she works so well for me.

There’s more to it than that of course, though it does bring up the closest way in which she relates to the superhero paradigm: she doesn’t go through an arc in quite the same way as the others, instead being an already solidly-defined character who is simply illustrated by how she interacts with the people and situations around her. She learns and grows and matures, but her most basic motivations and goals and outlook haven’t really changed since the day she enrolled at Beacon. She’s a good, caring person, a leader archetype who still has more than enough personality to spare to keep from falling into the genericism that can often plague that role. A big part of the key I believe is that she’s the audience surrogate in a profound way beyond the obvious touchstones of her frequent awkwardness and self-doubt: the reason she does this is because she was inspired by stories. She’s a fan, ultimately, but one who learned all the right lessons, whether recognizing from day one the way reality falls short of the tales she was raised on but still believing in the ideals they represent, or openly holding up Qrow as a role model while being willing to call him on his shit when push comes to shove. It’s a romantic, hopeful perspective that stands out sharply from even our other heroes even as it mirrors their struggles, but as of yet there’s little to suggest it comes from a place of naivete so much as a belief that it’s the only way to bear the pain of the world and continue to believe in it. Bit by bit it’s clear she’s heading for a breaking point, but all signs point to that being a matter of her ability to withstand what she’s been through, rather than any doubt that it’s necessary, and should that time come she’s inspired plenty who’ll be able to help her back onto her feet the way she has for so many others. So while I understand her speeches apparently grate on some, as far as I’m concerned keep them coming, they’re the beating caring heart of the series and often the sole respite in the eye in the storm.

[dorothyofremnant]

GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER.

Can be used for RP and non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen!

1. FIRST NAME: Eli

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: I have like scary good intuition about things and it can sometimes border on clairvoyance. I need to actually listen to it more than I do.

3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON: really pretty eyes make me weak unf, i love thicc thighs, and tol people because I’m a very smol dude (I’m only 5′2″)

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF: mashed potatoes mmmmmmmmm gimme the good spuds

5. A FOOD YOU HATE: any kind of cooked veggies that don’t require being cooked to eat. gimme them crisp, cold, cronchy veggies

6. GUILTY PLEASURE:  watching funny videos where people get hurt (not severely mind you). Stuff like falling out of a chair or getting hit with a ball

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN: um... my bed?

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS: i’m not a fling kinda guy. I need long term stability and love.

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE: I would tell myself about being trans sooner. I would look at my confused seventh grade self and tell her this is not you. You will be a strong confident young man someday.

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON: oh boy lemme tell you, I am sooooooo fucking affectionate. I will hug and snuggle the shit out of you if you let me. I love affection. I was raised in a household where affection was encouraged.

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN: Coraline. I’m actually playing it in the background as I write this. I’ve watched it like 8 times already this week.

12. FAVORITE BOOK: Probably any of the Shelock Holmes stories or novels.

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE: FOXES

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL]:  Snow Pine, Rose Garden, Data Farm, ReNora, Arkos

15. PIE OR CAKE: depends on the kind. If we talking apple pie then hell yeah, but if we’re talking ice cream cake, gimme.

16. FAVORITE SCENT: lilacs or lotus blossoms

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH: My childhood celeb crush was Chester Bennington, may he rest in peace.

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO: Japan, Egypt, England, Germany, Austria, Spain, Australia

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT: I’m an ambivert, meaning I can be either and it usually depends on who I’m with or how I’m feeling that day.

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY: I spook easy so I hate when co-workers will try to scare me on purpose and it sends me into a panic attack.

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID:  I've got an android cause im broke af

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES: I play a loooooot of em.

23. DREAM JOB: I WANNA EITHER BE AN ASTRONOMER OR AN ARCHAEOLOGIST

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS: pay off my house, my debts, my sister’s debts, my dad’s house, and help my friends out.

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE: I hate Cinder Fall. She’s literally just a power hungry bitch and that’s literally all there is to her character and she’s just a very flat character personality wise. Jessica does some great voice acting but I just can’t stand evil cinderella.

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER: I was part of a looooooooot of them tbh. Some of them I still go back to from time to time.

Tagged by: @pyrhass​

Tagging: anyone that wants to do it

[followingatrickster]

Spell for studying

I’m not going to lie. this is my first spellcraft undertaking but not my first experience with magic. im generally more in the realm of divination (intuitive, tarot, pendulum ect.) A bitch knows magic works, she just didnt practice spell work because she wasnt in that much need; but she is now, money is tight, and getting that 2nd paycheck in the household falls squarely on my shoulders, and we are honest to gods struggling. I am getting ready to start a career as a massage therapist. I have a sort of limbo period now between my internship (570 hours of class and 120 hours of clinic time was a BITCH, but i knocked it out in less than a year) and my licensing exam. getting done was a breath of fresh air. i will admit, after 10 months of busting my fucking ass i wanted a break. unfortunately that break has run longer than intended and i was having a hard time getting my shit back together and motivating myself to hit the books independently, ive always struggled with that, i like to study, but i lean towards studying something fun (the craft in this case). so deciding what spell to cast first when i was ready was pretty obvious to me, and honestly this spell is kicking my ass all over the place about not studying enough so i want to share it with anyone that might need it. Frankly, i think part of the reason its kicking my ass is that i over did it. my version has 7 sigils and a runestave incorporated into it that i found here on tumblr. quite frankly i can no longer source all of the sigils and symbols that i used, but the ones i was able to locate i have included links for, and where i remember the affirmations i noted them, some i wrote down, some i kinda read off the screen and closed cause i was candle carving and had extra space, i wasnt reaaaly planning on posting about this when i was researching. 

A Jar and Candle Spell to Aid in Motivation to Study, and Efficiency of Study 

the color blue was chosen for its correspondences with willpower and focus, I also included a bit of Sun Water (my pantheon’s solar deity is female and i felt like sun energies would brighten my prospects, but if the moon would work better for you im all for it), also where I listed numbers of gem slivers, those are from sacred numerology (or so ive been told, why not?) 4 for stability and 9 for completion. 

Herbs and Essential Oils

Rose: charged for concentration

Lavender: charged for mental clarity

Clove: charged for memory

Oak:  charged for luck

Orange:  charged for luck

Coffee: charged for peace of mind

Cinnamon:  charged for success and speed

Sugar:  charged to sweeten me towards study

Crystals  

9  slivers of Hematite:  charged for memory, courage, clarity, and stress relief 

4 slivers of amethyst:  charged for calming, good judgement, self confidence, and common sense

I placed all of this in the jar with 2 sigils written on blue paper, the first of which was for the affirmation ‘I pass all my exams’, and the second one can be found here: https://puella-terrae.tumblr.com/post/170137936896/i-retain-information-from-studying

I made a home made blue votive style candle and carved it with these sigils, and an affirmation that “I am passing my test” and “I am passing the mblex” as well as a little picture of a brain while chanting to myself the afirmations they represented. unfortunately there were more sigils, but im not going to post someone else’s work without a link.

https://tomiekin.tumblr.com/post/157746187010/i-have-energy-to-study-sigil-hi-qties-feel

https://witchymagic.tumblr.com/post/164395669767/i-will-recall-all-of-this-information-for

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/641411171907354175/    (specifically the one marked wisdom)

I then dressed the candle with olive oil, and burnt it on top of the jar, allowing some of the wax to run down the sides to seal the spell. i let the candle burn until it went out on it’s own. I now study next to the jar to charge it, and when i am feeling distracted while studying i shake it for focus. I am also not kidding, I am trying to take breaks and make time for rest but i am suddenly and honestly now uncomfortable sitting still, and i can only goof off for about 10 minutes before i start looking for my books. I hope this finds someone else to help. 

Peace be with you bitches <3

[sopeteriskindacool]

Rhodey Deserves a Break

hey! check it out on ao3!

Peter had been sitting in the lab, minding his own business and working on calculus when Pepper walked in, heels clicking over the sound of a drill whirring where Tony was working on Mr. Rhodey’s legs. 

“Antony Edward Stark.” She started as she entered the threshold. Tony jumped and had the decency to look slightly sheepish for less than a second before his Stark persona was back in place, coy smile and all.

“Ah, Mrs. Potts! To what do I owe the distinct pleasure?” He snarked before returning to the intricate upgrades to Rhodey’s aids. Peter, for his part, barely spared a glance before delving back into the land of limits and derivatives that could, quite seriously, suck his ass. He’d much rather work on suit upgrades or the tensile strength of his webs. Or maybe he could figure out a way to make his webs medically safe. It would be a nice replacement for everyday sutures that pulled at the skin. If only he could find a way to modify the enzymes to make the webs less acidic and safe to touch an open wound...

Peter soon found that he was no longer working on buttfuck calculus and was instead messily scribbling down chemical equations as they quickly bounced through his mind. The thrumming in his head came to the forefront of his mind as Pepper and Tony’s squabble about one thing or another faded to the back. 

That was until there was a sharp sigh followed by the cold sound of irritated clicking. “You’re absolutely impossible, Tony.” 

“Nice to see you too, Virginia.” He called after her. She rolled her eyes and smiled at Peter.

“Hey, Pete.” She said, sweetly. The boy in question grinned back.

“Hey, Pep!” He said to her back. She glanced back and winked before sauntering through the glass door and demanding Tony to be at the next board meeting, so help me god. To which the man snickered, not looking up from the braces in front of him.

A brief moment of silence covered the room until. It was peaceful. Calm. Something of a rarity around the Stark household.

That moment of tranquility was soon broken.

“So, where did Virginia come from?” Rhodey suddenly speaks up.

Peter can hear Tony’s hands freeze their movement against the hollow metal on his best friend’s legs. Even with his back to the men he can see the way Tony’s head, painfully slow, rises from it’s hunched position. He can imagine the way Tony’s face sits- tortured, with a ripple appearing between his brows- as he searches for something in Rhodey’s eyes.

“What?” Rhodes questions lowly.

That’s when Tony breaks into a shit-eating grin. 

He snorts. It's ugly and obscene and fueled by so much mockery Peter is almost floored by its sheer force. Then he’s laughing. Full-bodied chortles and guffaws shake through the man. Peter even has to bite back his own chuckles because he doesn’t pick sides. He is here to observe and nothing more. 

He regrets the fact that those words ever left his mouth this morning. 

Nevertheless, Tony is near tears and Peter’s shoulders shake with unshed laughter.

“That’s her name, Honeybear,” Tony gets out through gasps of air. “Jesus, you sold your soul to the army. You should know this.” He’s wiping the tears from his eyes as Mr. Rhodes sits indignantly for his part. 

“Well, sorry I never felt the need to do an in-depth search on my best friend’s girlfriend.” He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Not even a Google search?” Peter finally pipes up from behind the two. Rhodey’s eyes snap to the younger boy, comically wide and mouth agape. 

“You knew?” The man whispers.

“Virginia “Pepper” Potts started her work at Stark Industries as the personal assistant to Tony Stark. Because of her brilliance and ambition, Mrs. Potts was appointed to CEO when Mr. Stark stepped down to become Iron Man full time. Mrs. Potts made history by becoming the first female CEO of a multibillion-dollar company at the young age of thirty-eight.” Peter responds solemnly.

Both Tony and Rhodey look at him with questions in their eyes.

“They teach this at school. She’s revolutionary.” He shrugs.

Rhodey hid his face in his hands. 

“I’ve been lied to. Nothing is real. Nothing is as I know it. You’re all fucking monsters.” He mumbles, the sound becoming muffled through his hands.

“Aw, there there Sour Patch,” Tony says, goodnaturedly. “It’s not your fault you’re a ninety-eight year old man.” Rhodey lets out a long, suffering groan as Happy walks in, carrying takeout for the men.

“Happy! I’ve been deceived!” Rhodes cries at SI’s head of security. Hap looks between Tony and Peter, before shaking his head and going to console the man sitting atop the silver table. 

“How have you been deceived, Rhodey?” He asks like he really doesn’t want to know the answer.

“Pepper’s real name isn’t Pepper,” He sighs almost as dramatically as Tony. “My world has been upended. There is no stability in my life.” He reaches out and grabs Happy’s arm. “You and Peter are the only constant things in my life.”

Happy blanches, slowly extracts his arm before looking Rhodey straight in the eyes.

“My name is Harold.”

Silence.

“What?”

Pause.

“Harold. It’s my actual name. Tony is just an ironic piece of shit.”

“Hey, you still work for me.” Came the betrayed cry.

“No, I work for Pepper.” Happy defended. Rhodes heard none of it as he locked eyes with Peter. 

“Please, for the love of my fucking sanity, tell me that your name is Peter.” Pete pleaded, shaking his head, begged silently for Rhodes to let this one slide. “Bud, I need to know. I can’t go on living like this.” 

Rhodey had become unhinged.

“Uh,” Peter cleared his throat. His face turned a bright shade of red as he worried the worn hoodie that hung from his shoulders. “So, my real name is Benjamin Peter Parker, so kinda?”

The air was still. 

“I gotta go.” 

Rhodey closed the pannel that Tony had been working on and hopped off the table.

“Buddy,” Tony called as the colonel grabbed his things. “Bambino,” He tried stilling the older man’s hands.

“No man, I gotta go.” And with that, he paced out of the lab, mumbling to himself about lies and bullshit and needing to surround himself with normal fucking people for a change. The silence he left in the work area was deafening until laughter broke out between Peter and Tony. Happy joined in soon after.

And if Tony added that moment to the Rainy Day Folder after Peter went home and Pepper called Happy back to work, well no one needed to know but him.

-

so i totally wrote this instead of sleeping or studying for chem bc this post wouldnt let me fucking sleep so here ya go. 

thanks for reading lol

- day

[light-of-being]

05.02.19 (treading tentatively forward)

Today was good. Long, exhausting, but good.

Last year was really hard for me and I spent pretty much all of it in survival mode, which is kind of just a sad way to live and was bad for my academics, leadership roles, etc, although I accept that there was no other way at the time. I can confidently say that I’m probably a lot better at coping now than I was before. But I wanted to take a more proactive approach this year -- to live more...intentionally, so to speak. To kinda build a life beyond just survival.

My main concerns were around energy and being able to do this without just collapsing entirely. I find it hard to imagine successfully sustaining studies, health and household tasks simultaneously. But perhaps I’m just being excessively miserly with my energy and I should just allow myself to be tired, to do things beyond the point of exhaustion, and then rest. I’ve been afraid that the rest wouldn’t help, that the exhaustion would become paralysing, as it often has. But the truth is, I haven’t allowed myself to reach that point in a long time because I’ve been afraid, so I don’t actually know whether that still holds at all. I might just be able to be achy and tired, get a really good sleep, and then get up and live another full day. I’m going to experiment with that, let’s see how that goes.

I got books from the library last week, but I didn’t get very far with reading them (probably coz they were slightly dense and not-so-slightly boring and depressing). So I returned those today, and got new ones that I’m actually excited about, intend to, and actually expect to read. I made deliberate efforts to pick out those that are accessible and/or noncommittal, such as a collection of short pieces that I can approach and abandon easily while still having appreciable gains.

I spoke to a therapist while on campus about problems in the general direction of this post. It was actually quite fruitful. I expressed a lot of concern about disintegration/falling apart/losing control that comes with the swamp of uncertainty surrounding my dissociation and my history of experiencing such. The sense of stumbling in the dark. I won’t pretend that I feel any more confident in being able to hold it together, but I do feel more willing to have faith. I’m slowly becoming more comfortable with the idea that I’ve rarely actually put shit behind me, but rather fled from them, that I still carry the corpses of all of myself that I’ve killed. She said we need to explore that and the past more the next time. I agree, I think. I’m still not sure what that’s meant to achieve, but I’m slightly less sure it’d be a waste of time. She says I need to put down the corpses to make space for those I’ll collect in the future, if I think that’s going to happen. Which seems fair, although I’m not certain speaking about them will put them down any better.

I took some time out yesterday to exercise (active) self-compassion. Most of my recollections and thoughts of the past had been so tainted by the visceralness, terror of recurrence and uncanny sense of similar-but-other, that I’d never bothered to look back at those stranger selves as people of their own right. I mean, if they were actually strangers, I would probably have responded to them with empathy and support, but all I was doing to myself was recoiling. So I extended to them an olive branch of sorts. Forgave them for not making it through, appreciated them for doing their best nevertheless. Promised kindness and greater support henceforth. Which was, in turn, inductively comforting to me.

But I was also angry. Very angry. At my parents, my bullies, everything that had put me in these positions. People whom I’d thought I’d long forgiven, although I’d never even properly given myself a chance to be angry at them. I’d jumped to “they did their best and didn’t know any better” type of thinking and knew I couldn’t reeeally blame them for it if I was applying my own approaches consistently. Never mind that I’d only just grokked after yeeears that this hadn’t been my fault, that it wasn’t due to anything being fundamentally wrong and horrible about me, that they were just...fucked up, and were in fact doing this to everyone. That this was wrong.

I felt, last night, the same kind of mental shift I did long ago when I moved from “slavery was 30 years ago we need to move on coz it doesn’t matter anymore” to “wow no this is still affecting every part of people’s lives and will continue to, we can’t just ignore it”. The same kind of bitterness I see when people talk about how a lot of  white people in this country never apologised, still look back to apartheid nostalgically, don’t begin to accept any responsibility or even understanding of the harm they caused...and yet we’ve “forgiven” them and “reconciled”.

Idk. I’ma write out a lengthy exposition of exactly what they did and how it affected me at some stage. I wanted to send it to my mother, or even my father, but sensibly, I probably won’t. It won’t have any productive benefit: while I’d really like them to understand and accept responsibility, I’ll almost certainly get only invalidation and hostility. Soo I’ll probably just write it for my own sanity and hopefully at some point (actually) let go.

So yeah. I’m working on things. This morning I also joined tai chi again, conditional upon being able to opt out of physical contact and social chit-chat things. I bought pretty candles that I look forward to using for meditation things and general niceness. I finally got around to buying a lace curtain so I can open the dark ones without rendering my entire room exposed to the fkin street, and I swear, the outside light transforms the ambience. It’s the best thing. I like light, a lot. I’ve set up my journal for this month, and it’s very pretty and welcoming. My bursars emailed today confirming that they’ll fund me again for this year, which although was expected from the T&Cs, brought a huge sense of relief for my financial state.

Classes start on Monday. I’m very slightly anxious about the workload and the fact that it’s final year and everything counts A Great Deal, but the content seems really cool. I dropped my maths course last year because I was overwhelmed by my own head, and I think that contributed to reduced stability and grounding. I’ma be doing it this year, which is nice. Algebra was pretty cool while I was doing it before I dropped, and Discrete Maths has always been exciting.

Applied cognitive psychology seems overall like a very exciting course. It covers stuff including neural networks, decision making, memory in forensics, clinical cognition and evolutionary cognitive psychology. There’s also an Actual Research Project done in groups: complete with research proposal and poster, and the power to grant kids course credits for partaking...which is in equal parts extremely fkin cool and absolutely terrifying.

Computer science has been said to be challenging, which is probably nice (and also, again, slightly scary). We’re doing more in-depth and probably more complex things like networks and operating systems, which is cool and superior to the largely superficial programming stuff we’ve spent so long on. I enjoyed last semester (concurrency, computer architecture, etc -- conceptual things) so this should probably be good as well.

I’m looking forward to the structure of lectures and the purposefulness of having assignments etc to do. I’ve also been reminded (again today) how much I like my (very beautiful) campus and how it brings me a sense of peace and belonging (generally when there’s nobody else there, not when scared new first years are anxiously attending everything...but anyway).

Things are, for now...okay. I’ve always liked beginnings. I’m willing to try. I’m holding out a tentative hope.

[wrcnn-blog]

hey everyone! i’m d, i’m 23, i use they/them pronouns. i’m late, as usual, but i’m here now and luckily my over-all rotten day is hopefully going to get better! i’m going to put some information about my little bird wren below the cut, and maybe it’ll even miraculously manage to make sense. if you want to plot with them, you can LIKE THIS or send me an IM.

tw for: fatphobia, homophobia, bullying.

wren was born in cork, ireland to two people who could not have possibly been happier if they tried. they moved with their parents to the states at around age three, where their mother opened the shop they now run called “o’shea’s” and their father earned the majority of their livelihood working as an endocrinologist. predominantly, they were raised in doverport, but they are no stranger to the southern united states in general given the way their parents enjoyed traveling for their holidays.

they were raised pretty simply and in relative comfort and stability. their mother taught them their self-chosen religion when they were old enough to decide what they wanted, and though it does line up with her’s, the o’shea’s have always heavily believed in letting their child make their own decisions. it was always a very open-minded household, where wren has never been afraid to talk about things or made to feel like they couldn’t be who they are. their mother was pretty much the first person to know about their gender identity, and even helped them do research when they were confused about themself.

that being said, school was kind of a nightmare for them. it’s not that they went out of their way to draw attention to themself --- they’ve always been a rather low-key person, chill and kind of fading into the background of any situation, and they’ve almost always liked that --- but more so that there’s nowhere better to have your differences picked apart than in a building full of insecure pre-teens. wren went through it during middle school, and then through high school as well, kind of being forced into the position of some sort of pariah. if it wasn’t for their religion, it was for their gender, and if it wasn’t for their gender, it was ill-conceived homophobia directed at a sexuality that they, at the time, didn’t even know their identity with, and more often than any of that, it was their weight. they’ve always been a bit on the heavier side, and they’re very soft and not very tall, pudgy and thicker than most people. at home, this wasn’t a problem. out in the world, people treat you like shit for it. they got treated like shit.

they still do, a lot of the time.

they aren’t really the type of person to take a lot of things to heart. they can be sensitive, but they try to let most of it roll off their back. they’ve always been taught to respond to things with patience and with positivity, and although that hasn’t always been easy, those are some of the skills they are most grateful to have now. their mother gave them to them not only from her own teachings, but from the teachings of their religion and the fundamental belief that the energy they put out into the world is what they get back. their tormentors are going to receive three-fold what they put wren through, and the cosmic balance will restore itself in its own time. there’s nothing else to be done about it.

wren has a green thumb! they’re very good with plants, and they’re very creative as well. they’ve always done things with their hands, and thei mother gave them skills that they now use every day in their life running the business she retired from. mostly what they do is make jewelry. beautiful jewelry, mostly out of various precious crystals and a little bit of metalwork, but also out of wood, mostly stuff they hand-carve themself. they make candles, and tea, and herb pouches, and in their shop they will often sell pieces from local artists too. books on magic and wicca and decks of tarot cards are always in stock, and currently they are working on writing their own book on their experiences within their religion as well a s a few spells they’ve created themself.

they smoke a lot of pot. drinking and smoking cigarettes isn’t really their thing, and recreational use of drugs beyond marijuana is quite limited, but it keeps them calm and helps a ton with their anxiety. despite outwardly projecting a consistently calm persona, they do have some mental scarring from their years in school, and they’re naturally a very timid and self-conscious person. 

they’re very patient and very kind. they can be kind of blunt and kind of dry from time-to-time, but that’s mostly because they have a no-bullshit philosophy when it comes to giving advice. which they do, by the way. a lot. they tend to be the “parent” friend to most people, choosing to take care of others and finding they’re better at listening and trying to help with outside problems than they are with dealing with their own. if you ever need someone to vent to or someone to tell you something straight without nonsense, go to them and they’ll make some tea and sit for a while.

that being said, they can be kind of emotionally distant for their own part. they have a hard time connection because they have a hard time accepting that their own feelings are as worthy or that other people might care to hear them. aside from with their parents, they don’t typically share about what’s happening in their life or anything else.

they’re panromantic and demisexual, as it says on their stats page, but i’d actually like to take the time to explain here that they’re kinda borderline ace. they rarely experience romantic or sexual urges, and it’s not completely from lack of opportunity, though over the years they’ve hardly had anybody interested in them. they just don’t find the idea of it to be as desirable as everyone else in the world seems to, and they themself don’t consider who they are as a person to be all that desirable either, so they figure others probably share the opinion about them regardless of how they feel about romance.

they do tarot and past life readings for a small fee at their shop.

pretty much have plants everywhere both outside and within their work space, as well as all through the flat they live in the place above their o’shea’s.

they adopted a little blind kitten from the animal shelter that no one else wanted and they love her very much and have named her ginny --- gin for short. she’s about a year old now can often be seen lounging about their shop in spots of sunlight or playing with her toys on the floor/begging for attention from the customers. she’s long-haired and white.

click anywhere in this sentence for their stats page. please at least read the appearance category so you accurate describe them within writing, should that arise.