#I actually forget on a frequent basis

[zahri-melitor]

Do you think "Ric Grayson" was possibly an editorial stab at seeing how fans would react to a new name for Dick? As in he could've possibly retained a name change after the fact if fans reacted better? It did cross my mind that DC probably wish they could modernise or get rid of the name - not only hopelessly outdated but also a mildly rude word.

It’s certainly a theory I’ve heard about it (in that Ric is a lot easier name to market to people who aren’t already huge fans, and the name situation is probably part of the reason some adaptions simply call him Robin).

Though Ric(k) is also pretty dated at the moment as well, though it’s not a fossilised name like Dick is.

My main thought however is: if that was the hoped intention, then they really needed a better plan of attack to sell it to audiences, because their lack of direction and the general miserable vibes of the story immediately ruined any chance of it catching on.

The entire situation feels like a collection of editorial dictates (and presumably including the new name) given how repetitive the book was about Dick going ‘I’m Ric Grayson!’ every single issue until Jurgens took over to try and reinforce the new situation.

It’s just I’m still not convinced that they went into the situation with an actual plan or goal for how the story was supposed to run. The whole Court of Owls brainwashing plot feels a retcon to extract them from the bog they’d ended up caught in.

And that confuses me, because we know there was at least one more coherent pitch made (Tom King’s Tim!Nightwing story), but DC decided to go with whatever Scott Lobdell’s original intention was. Which did not come off as anything more thought out than a basic ‘shove Dick in this scenario’ concept.

It’s just a situation where I LONG for the tell all interview in 10 years or so once everyone involved doesn’t care anymore, because clearly some stuff went down.

[barabones]

I forget exactly where I saw the initial post asking for volunteers, but on July 10th, I reached out to the listed email. Jane, the organizer, got back to me right away and within an hour I was added in their discord.

Up until this point, I had been maintaining an average 8 ESims myself, so I already had experience checking in on them on a daily basis. The folks there helped me onboard with the spreadsheets for keeping track, and now it's very easy for me to catalog new ones I buy and record daily data usage. The whole process takes me maybe 20-40 minutes a day depending now on how many ESims actually need to be topped off.

Jane has been very up front with lots of the group's information, with frequent announcements about the groups current funds and amounts of daily ESims sent out. She and the others have been super helpful with getting funds to us when needed, and I've almost never had to actually spend any of my own money for any of this.

In the time that I've been volunteering, they figured out how to run a Business account with the Nomad ESim company. Which means that now and then they can just send 15 or so ESims my way, and I just catalog them and send the QRcodes towards Mirna and the Connecting Gaza folks. No more wasting time with the purchasing process, while getting a bit of a bulk discount on top of that.

We also share updates on whatever brand of ESims are most needed. When folks on the ground tell us that one network doesn't seem reliable, we are able to switch over for a while until either the networking issue is fixed, or we all pressure customer service enough to replace them for us.

There's also lots of complaining about new UI updates an general website bugs. There's surprisingly a lot of them and it's good to know other folks are getting info from customer service when things go wrong.

In August they made a meme channel

Anyways....

Lets get into some stats for myself. In 2 months (July 10- Sept12) I have:

Send off 171 ESims

Maintained around 60 active ones

Topped up these active ESims 139 times

Spend over $6400 donated dollars

I have multiple power users who have burned through close to 100GB. 2 of them have broken 200GB. These are most likely being used as hot spots.

Why am I sharing all of this? Mostly to show how easy it has been to make a marginal difference. I have helped at least 60 people stay connected with the outside world in just 2 months. Probably more if we assume some of the power users becoming hotspots for other folks. This is 20-40 minutes of my time a day, and I honestly regret not signing up to do this sooner.

I was specifically limiting myself to this workload because I wanted to test the waters. Those stats was me specifically not wanting to push myself and see what impact a normal person could make with 20 minutes a day. At this point I think I will be taking more advantage of Nomad's Tuesday discounts to really bulk up my numbers. It's pretty easy to buy 15 or so every Tuesday, and then send em over.

If you would like to join us in this endeavor, please reach out to Jane at cripsforesimsforgaza(at)gmail

We are specifically looking for people in European time zones, since a lot of us are in the Americas and that's quite a difference between us and Gaza. If not, that's no problem!

If you can't participate, that's totally fine, but please donate what you can! Folks like you are the ones who keep us going!

I hope this information has been useful in some way. Like I said, I wish I had heard about this group sooner, with how easy it has been to do. I can track my direct impact of what my daily time is doing for folks, and seeing the data be used up a little bit more day by day gives me hope for everyone in Gaza. Thank you for your time.

[kittyoncescribbled]

“I can teach you if you’d like.”

Pairing: OPLA Sanji x Reader

Summary: Sanji finds out you’ve never been kissed, and he’s a very eager teacher;

Word count: 1.6K;

Rating/Content Warnings: PG-16, AFAB reader;

Author’s note: Can you tell I was scared of writing actual smut?

Kissing Sanji was a mistake.

Ever since that night, you just couldn’t stop thinking about him; sometimes, you daydream about it, wishing to drag Sanji by the collar to a secluded area and have another lesson with him. It was embarrassing, really; Zeff would scold you on a daily basis, as you were frequently seen in the kitchen holding a knife in the air or burning the very expensive cut of meat a client had ordered just because you couldn’t forget the feeling of Sanji’s lips on yours.

One time, Sanji was preparing a dish right next to you, and the way his perfume seemed to envelop you got you so distracted that you ended up with a cut on your left thumb and an earful from Zeff about not being an airhead. But was it your fault if the combination of expensive cologne and cigarettes was so enthralling? 

And to add insult to injury, Sanji seemed to be ignoring you — not exactly ignoring you, but more pretending like nothing happened between the both of you. He had even turned down the flirting and was treating you like one of the guys. You had to admit that it hurt, thinking that Sanji seemed unaffected by the whole thing while you couldn't get it off your mind; you wanted it to mean as much to him as it did to you, but honestly, giving that Sanji had his way with so many women before and this was merely a kiss, you couldn’t expect it to be so important to him as it was to you.

But still, it was enough to keep you awake in your cabin at night, pacing back and forth like an entrapped lioness, fighting the urge to stomp your feet like a little child. You had been all set up to bed: in your most comfy pajamas, hair tied up in a bun and skincare routine done, teeth were brushed, and you had a pair of soft socks on, but you were so aggravated by the situation you just couldn’t sleep. Eventually, you had enough, and before you could realize what you were doing, you found yourself at Sanji's door, knocking at a very fast pace.

Sanji opened the door in his pajamas, clearly confused as you passed by him and planted yourself in the middle of the room, tapping your feet furiously and tightly with your arms crossed. The blond looked at you with confusion printed all over his features and opened his arms as if to ask what was happening, letting the door close softly behind him. His cozy night, involving curling up in bed with a book under the dim light he had set up and some scented candles, was clearly canceled. You were distressed, and he would know about it whether he wanted to or not.

“Was I really that bad?” you asked, with a mix of hurt, indignation, and shame tinging your voice. Sanji tilted his head and furrowed his brows, even more confused. “Sorry, sweets, but I’m not following. What are you talking about?”.

Almost involuntarily, you pouted, and Sanji could see a shift in your demeanor. Not confrontational anymore, you seemed embarrassed, and Sanji could see your cheeks getting flushed. “You know… was I that bad? I know you were my first, but I couldn’t have been that bad… right?”

The vision of you all flustered, mindlessly tugging at the hem of your shirt and chewing on your bottom lip, had his heart aching. He never wanted to see you feeling inadequate, let alone be the cause of it. “I’m very sorry if I made you feel that way, Y/N,” he said, approaching you very carefully. “I just thought that’s what you’d want… you’ve never wanted to get involved with any of us, so I just concluded you wouldn’t want me to be all over you”.

Sanji was now less than a couple inches away from you, his voice barely audible, his fingertips ghosting over the few strands of hair that had escaped from your scrunchie, and his eyes locked into yours, the blue irises slowly disappearing as his pupils grew wider. Your lips parted, feeling your heart beating faster and a rush of adrenaline running through your veins; too shy to look up at Sanji directly, you peeked at him through your eyelashes, taking in the look of hunger in his expression. “Just give me the order, sweetheart, and we can continue with your lesson because trust me… I haven't been able to get it out of my mind”. 

You felt a whole swarm of butterflies in your stomach; your heart felt like it was going to explode. Unable to verbalize exactly what was in your mind, you simply nodded while shyly grabbing at Sanji’s sleeve. Slowly, Sanji’s hands made their way to your waist, pressing his body against yours; he was very aware that you were still finding out your boundaries, and he didn’t want to scare you or impose himself. “But we need to have some ground rules… and the first one is that if you’re uncomfortable, you need to tell me, ok? If you don’t feel like doing something or want me to stop, I want you to say it to me”. You nodded eagerly, feeling your heartbeat so fast it seemed like it would jump out of your chest.

Sanji cupped your face in his hands, studying your eyes and making sure you were still on board. “Sorry, sweetie, just a nod won’t do. Be a good girl and use your words.” You parted your lips, mustering up the courage and pretending to ignore the flush of blood that went straight to your cheeks. “Please, Sanji… I need you to kiss me”.

Even though he wanted to grab your face and finally let out the pent-up desire he had been fostering for so long, Sanji managed to compose himself; slowly, he lowered his face until your lips were touching, and a low moan left your parted lips. You had your fingers clutching harder onto his sleeve, trying to pull him as close as you could, and Sanji couldn't contain a smirk when he realized your eagerness. After all, you made yourself as unavailable as possible for so long that it felt like a hazy dream to have you there, in his bedroom, timidly exploring his torso over his pajamas and producing little soft moans that were enough to make his nose bleed.

Slowly, Sanji guided you to his bed; you felt the mattress at the back of your knees and timidly crawled making your way to the pillows. You looked up at Sanji, chewing on your bottom lip, silently asking for guidance. The cook’s smile softened while he positioned himself on top of you, wavy blond strands of hair tickling your face. “It’s okay, princess. You just relax, and I’ll take care of everything,” he said in a low voice, peppering light kisses all over your face. Your eyes fluttered shut while a smile tugged at the corner of your lips, overwhelmed by Sanji's presence, the perfume that lingered on his sheets, his lips all over your face and neck, and his strong hands grabbing at your waist, leaving a fiery trail where his fingers dragged into the patches of skin where your shirt had ridden up had your brain in a haze, allowing yourself for once to trust someone else and letting them take the reigns.

Working in a male-dominated restaurant made you distrustful and unable to display anything that could be mistaken for weakness, even remotely; you knew that if you gave any of the guys an inch, they’d take a mile, so you made a conscious decision to make yourself as distant and unavailable as possible. Sometimes, the guys would make fun of you for being a Strong Independent Woman as you never let any of them take the lead; letting go so someone else could take control was scary but, at the same time… freeing.

Sanji pressed his body on yours, and you could feel his cock against your thigh, and you blushed, your fingers interlocked in his hair, pulling him incredibly closer. Sanji’s hand made its way under your shirt, finding the doughy flash of your tits and expertly rolling your nipples between his fingers. You gasped, giving him a chance to attack your neck and collarbones with kisses and love bites; you felt like your brain had turned into cotton, an overload of sensations taking over you in a delirious way.

In one swift movement, Sanji managed to remove your shirt, exposing your naked torso to his hungry eyes and wandering hands. Sanji captured your left nipple between his lips, his hot tongue making you whimper; the cook couldn't stop the cocky smile that twisted his lips as he rejoiced, knowing he was the only one who was able to hear those sweet little noises.

Without thinking, Sanji's fingers went to your pants' waistband, and he was startled by your hand grabbing his wrist. When Sanji redirected his gaze to your face, his blood went cold: your eyes were big, not hooded or glassy anymore, and you had an almost scared look on your face.

“Can we… Can we stop for now?”

The blond stopped, immediately looking for your shirt. Sanji helped you get dressed and planted a kiss on your brow. He pulled you under the covers and allowed you time to get comfortable—you were cuddled up against his side, first balled up with the blanket pulled against your cheek.

There was no need to rush. There would be plenty of time for him to show you new things.

[syzthefrizz]

Tips for writing dream sequences (from someone who has really vivid, weird dreams on a frequent basis)

My biggest pet peeve with fictional dream sequences is that they make too much sense!! They're too relevant! There's not enough random crazy stuff! That's not always unrealistic per se, but you are missing out on some of the fun ways you can reveal information about your character's mindset, fears, struggles, and future.

Most of my dreams have a goal or objective driving the plot, and it's usually urgent. Ex. "escape the huge storm on the horizon", "find a place to sleep for the night in an unfamiliar town", "find a bathroom". This is especially true of stress dreams.

Everything going on in the dream makes perfect sense to you during the dream. It doesn't feel like reality per se, but you think it is. You're living in a house full of vampires that could eat you at any moment? Seems legit.

Emotions and situations from the dreamer's life can/will find their way into dreams, with varying levels of subtlety. The dream could be about the stressful event itself, or it could be some sort of exaggerated metaphor. Ex. I was worried about whether I was a competent CS major while I was still trying to find a summer job/internship, and I was worried about what my professors must think of me. Such a good student on paper, still without summer plans. I dreamed that I ran into my professors all having lunch together at a restaurant (during a dream with a completely different storyline), and I was wearing my pajamas. They judged me.

Certain things are very hard to do in dreams. This could vary from person to person. For me, it's always driving (the brakes never work right), flying (I can't stay off the ground for very long), and running (it's like trying to run through waist-deep water).

People with PTSD may dream about the traumatic event happening differently than it actually happened. (Take this one with a grain of salt - I don't suffer from PTSD, I just research it sometimes so my blorbos can suffer accurately).

You can have a string of loosely connected or disconnected dream sequences back to back, each with an entirely different plot, setting, etc.

People can have reoccurring themes or plotlines in their dreams, which are often connected to their lives/psyche somehow. I frequently dream about running away from tornadoes and being in situations where there's some catastrophe coming but I'm the only one who understands that there's a problem and nobody will listen to me.

It's common for me to have a dream setting that I KNOW is someplace I'm familiar with, but it doesn't actually look like that place at all. Ex. "I dreamed that we were at my house, but it didn't look like my house..."

Dreams can end in cliffhangers. Sometimes I wake up right before I'm about to eat something delicious.

Sometimes people have dreams about doing things that they would never, ever do in real life, and they wake up feeling disgusted. This is Not a manifestation of their secret desires (*glares at Freud*).

Images are the most memorable parts of dreams. I forget the specific plot points, but I can still picture dozens of liminal spaces my brain has created, even years after I dreamed about it.

Dreams will fade from memory very quickly unless the dream had a strong impression on you, you write details about it down or you tell someone about it before you forget.

If you realize you're dreaming during your dream, sometimes you can control the dream going forward. This is called lucid dreaming. I've done it accidentally a couple times, and it's really hard to "hold on" to the dream and control it. I usually wake up soon after starting. With practice, you can get better at it.

Sometimes a normal/good dream can turn into a nightmare, and vice versa. Most of my dreams aren't really good or bad, they're something in between.

Your subconscious brain is CRAZY intuitive. We can argue over the existence of prophetic dreams (I've heard so many crazy stories), but at the end of the day, your subconscious brain knows things that you don't consciously know. If your character is in love with someone, their subconscious brain will know even if the character doesn't. Relationship problems? Deepest darkest fears and insecurities? Your brain knows. A dream predicted the downfall of my first relationship eight months before it happened, down to the reason why we failed. You can absolutely foreshadow this way. A character might subconsciously know what the consequences of their or other people's actions will be, understand things about the situation they're in, know things about the people they're interacting with, and more, despite their conscious realizations.

There are plenty of ways to make a dream sequence relevant to your story, but don't forget to add in some fun, random details. Character A is secretly in love with Character B? Have Character A dream about Character B confessing feelings to them while in a Vine Nostalgia themed restaurant over a plate of mac-n-cheese. The details are the fun part, and you can get as weird as you want. I once ran into my aunt in a dream, and she was wearing a backpack with a bunch of (fake?) hands sticking out of it, making a fan that rose above her back behind her head like some sort of peacock feather costume piece. I was so freaked out that I woke up. I dare you to get weirder than that.

Not everyone's brain works the same way. I have vivid, random, detailed, memorable dreams on a frequent basis. When I describe them to people they often ask "what were you on?". My roommate only remembers her dreams when they're nightmares. I have some friends who say they don't dream. Other friends have really boring, mundane dreams about their normal lives. Some people have weird dreams but only once in a blue moon. It's a good idea to decide off the bat what kinds of dreams your character has, and how often they remember them.

That's it for now, but I might make a part two if I think of more things to add. Feel free to reblog with your own personal dream expertise!

[maxedes]

german terms of endearment for your fanfics

i‘ve recently stumbled across some fanfics about german drivers (mainly nico & seb if we‘re being honest) and quite a few liked to use german terms of endearment. thing is, that they mainly use words that aren‘t really used in germany & sound a little strange. like „liebchen“ which i have never heard anyone say irl & which frankly just sounds like bad german from an american n*zi movie. or „mädchen“ which just means girl & can be used as „mein mädchen“ (my girl) but does kinda sound like something your weird toxic first bf would say. so to make everyones lifes a little easier: some german pet names that actually get used with a little context:

Schatz (treasure)

probably the most commonly used term in german. everyone & their mom uses it for romantic partners. can be used in any situations. i think there are people who forget their partners name because they just call them Schatz. to make it even cuter you can say „Schatzi“ but use carefully since that could easily sound condescending. same goes for „Schätzchen“ which in theory makes it cuter but actually mainly sounds like a guy talking down on you.

mein Herz (my heart)

emphasis on the „mein“ just calling someone a heart is a strange thing to do. you can also say „Herzchen“ but same problem as „Schätzchen“

Liebling (my beloved, my dearest)

this is what everyone thinks liebchen is. from personal experience i‘d say it‘s a word more often used by older people but could work.

Engel/chen (angel)

actually alright. maybe also use „mein“ in front of it. „mein kleiner engel“ → my little angel

Baby / Babe (same as english lol)

gets used rather frequently. same implications as in english

Hase / Hasi (bunny)

not inherently romantic/sexual. a cute one.

Maus/i (mouse/little mouse)

has been vERY popularized by the kids™️ and i mean that in the sense that quite literally everyone & everything gets called „maussss“. maybe to the point where it‘s been a little overused.

Schnecke / Schnecki (snail)

or schnegge. but with that your easily in a little creepy territory. schnecki is kinda cute though. i think my mom used to call me that so it doesn‘t have to be romantic. also no, i don‘t know why you would call someone snail as a cute little nickname and no it doesn‘t have to relate to their general speed (walking, driving or thinking)

Spatz / Spätzchen / Spazl (sparrow)

i don‘t know what germans have with this bird but it is popular. the last version „spatzl“ is mainly used in southern germany. it‘s what my parents call each other so if someone tried to call me that my toenails would curl up and not in a good way.

Dicker (fatty)

not to be confused with digger/digga which comes from the word but is more used like „bro“ (yeas i know what it looks like a first glace, pinky promise thats not what it is). only fun if used endearingly.

Sonnenschein (sunshine)

for my seb girlies (gn). it‘s a pretty long word though so probably not something to call someone on a regular basis

in conclusion: most of them are still bad and maybe even a little icky. i think the real way to go would be an inside joke or just a shorter or cute version of their name. german really isn‘t the language to be romantic in, in spite of what göthe might what you to think. i literally couldn‘t think of any more so i googeled & saw some of the most disturbing pet names imaginable.

[stickthisbig]

Look I'm real annoyed at people getting high and mighty about whether duolingo works, and here are some hard fucking truths I have to tell you:

If you are a new adult learner of another language, you will never be fluent in that language. Fucking just forget about it. We have this bias towards learning language like it's a party trick, like it is a game that we can win. Not only is that not the point of learning a language, it's also the fuck impossible. You are not going to become fluent using Duolingo because you were never going to be fluent at all.

Now once you're done with that, chew on this part: It's okay to be shitty at things, especially languages, and most people who speak multiple languages are not fluent in all of them. Americans in particular self-report being way worse at languages than they actually are because the only understanding that we have is that perfect fluency is the only way to speak another language. It is okay to only know enough to ask where the bathroom is, because that's how you open a door to learning how to order breakfast, which is how you learn to read the newspaper, which is how you learn to read poetry.

It is okay to just know enough of a language to get by. It is okay to learn just enough of a language to learn how to read a certain kind of document. It is perfectly okay if the minute you open your mouth, someone knows where you're from. Language is a tool and not a trophy, and if you find the teaching strategies of Duolingo useful, you will probably move towards an okay conversational understanding of a language. It doesn't work miracles, but miracles are not the point of learning.

I do have complaints about Duolingo, and I vent them frequently. I think its single biggest problem is that it teaches you to think in sentences and not paragraphs, and as someone who doesn't learn great from immersion, trying to learn without a conjugation chart sucks. I do think that it is better thought about as something that you use to enrich your life on a daily basis, in the way that you enrich yourself by doing the crossword puzzle. But you were never going to sit down and study a language for an hour a day, and trust me on this one, buying a book isn't going to fucking work. I know that Duolingo makes claims that it can't back up, but the idea that it is keeping people from being fluent in a language is also absolutely unsupportable.

And now I am blacklisting Duolingo on Tumblr and moving on with my life, I'm almost up to a 1200 day streak

[finn-writes-stuff]

May I ask for general dating headcanons for Grog, Scanlan, Percy and Vax pretty please?

Dating the boys of Vox Machina

I love how different all the party members are. They're such different characters, so writing for them as a group is a lot of fun.

Grog Strongjaw, Scanlan Shorthalt, Percy de Rolo & Vax'ildan x Reader

Fandom: The Legend of Vox Machina

Format: Headcanons

Gender-neutral Reader

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Grog

Our favorite himbo <3

He likes how easily he can pick you up. It makes him happy to swing you up onto his shoulder and carry you around with him. It doesn't matter what you weigh, he can pick you up.

He will forget how strong he is and he will hug you too hard. This will happen on a very regular basis. I wish you and your bones luck.

"Look at them! They're so pretty and they're mine!"

Grog will tell Pike about you all the time. She knows your favorite color, which jokes you laugh at, and every other detail that Grog memorizes about you.

He likes gifting you his war trophies from fights. These can range from neat magical items to just straight-up gore. He means well.

Scanlan

Scanlan is...a lot. We all know this.

He loves over-the-top pickup lines. The more raunchy, the better. They are awful. He knows this. He will not admit it.

Past the dramatics, he genuinely does love to properly romance you. He thrives on traditional gestures like chocolates and flowers.

You are serenaded every other night. Sometimes it's a heartfelt ballad, sometimes it's a ska cover of Careless Whisper.

It doesn't matter how long you have been dating him, he is constantly wooing you. It's a lot of fun for him to try and make you blush.

Percy

Three am conversations in his workshop while he drafts a new invention are a frequent occurrence. He will ruin your sleep schedule if you let him.

He will give you so many gifts and they will all be ridiculously practical. He picks up on a lot of details on how you fight in order to make you things that will help.

He's a workaholic and you will have to pull him away from it sometimes. Maybe remind him to eat food as well. In exchange, he'll make sure you do too.

Percy will get very intense about things, it is a part of his personality. It can be very overwhelming to have that intensity focused on you.

He does not consciously register how attractive it is when he casually makes a difficult shot with his gun, but he will notice you drooling over him and he will make fun of you.

Vax

He's actually nearly as much of a flirt as Scanlan is, he's just much subtler about it.

He thinks it's very funny to quip about how he 'stole your heart.' You will hear this joke too often.

Gaining Vex's trust is actually a very important component of dating Vax because they're very protective of each other. If you get her to trust and like you, she will tell you you have bad taste in men.

He likes bringing you out for dates late in the evening so he can show you secret parts of the city and point out stars and constellations to you.

Don't worry about whether the gifts he gives you are bought or stolen. It's for the best to leave that question unasked.

[avatar-anna]

Idk if you like this concept but i can't stop thinking about harry with swiftie y/n who always sings London Boy to him. And likes to tease him about the fact that he dated Taylor

swiftie!y/n by @harrysfolklore is superior, but i did my best!

(also, i know london boy isn't actually about harry, he's just being a tease)

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“Hello everyone. My name is Y/n Y/l/n, but only because my boyfriend hasn't proposed to me yet.”

In the dim lighting, you could just make out Harry's figure at the back of the bar, where he promptly flipped you off. Laughing a bit, you continued.

“He told me we weren’t going home tonight until I got up here and performed, and while you are all a lovely bunch, I fear I am growing a little tired, so here I am.”

You and Harry were spending some time in Japan. Tokyo, to be exact. He'd just come off his first solo tour, and you both thought it would be nice to get away for a little while. He liked Japan, and you had never been, so it was perfect.

In the few weeks of being in Japan, you and Harry frequented a couple of places, one of which was a karaoke bar a few blocks from the apartment you were staying at. It was all locals and the two of you, but everyone was welcoming, especially when Harry started doing rounds of sake and getting on the small stage to perform here and there. You were content to watch, though Harry tried multiple times to get you to at the very least join him. And now that it was nearing the end of your stay, he was pressing a little harder.

So now you were on the stage with a microphone in your hand, trying not to look at anyone for too long.

“You got this, babe!” Harry shouted from his seat, resting his fingers in his mouth to blow a sharp whistle.

“Thank you,” you said. “This song goes out to my boyfriend, my London boy. And Taylor Swift, who I am forever grateful to for breaking up with my boyfriend so that I could have him one day, and I hope she'll follow me on Instagram one day so we can become best friends and dress up as Charlie’s Angels together for Halloween.”

You weren’t typically the kind of person that over shared, but it took a good amount of alcohol to get a microphone in your hands, and you tended to share a little too much about yourself when you were drunk.

Harry gave you a thumbs up as the music started, and since you called Taylor Swift “mother” on a regular basis, you didn't really need the words on the screen to help you along.

“We can go drivin' in, on my scooter. Uh, you know, just riding in London. Alright. I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal. And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey...”

It was safe to say that you loved Taylor Swift. You grew up with her music, each album speaking to the different phases of your life as you went through them. Her music, her lyrics, the stories she told...you just understood all of it, you felt understood by her songs.

Meeting Harry, falling in love with him, it was all chance. He came into the clothing store you worked at, and you only recognized him as the guy from that boy band who dated Taylor Swift (which you did not tell him until much, much later). But he took you by surprise. His hair was long and his smile was shy but kind, and instead of talking about clothing suggestions like you were paid to do, he asked about you, and you asked about him, and instead of walking out with shopping bags, he left with your number, and the rest was history.

You never really expected to fall in love with Harry. Honestly, you thought he would forget about asking for your number. But he texted you a couple hours after you met, and you stayed up almost all night talking about whatever popped into your heads. He made his interest in you quite obvious, so there was never a period where friendship became more, but you still considered him your best friend. You were just two young people in love and experiencing the world together, and you wouldn't have wanted anyone else by your side.

Harry knew now what a fan of Taylor Swift you were, courtesy of a night where you had a little too much to drink and accidentally showed him a picture of a teenage you dressed in a “You Belong With Me” costume at one of her concerts.

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“So, you’re a fan, are you?” he asked.

“That might be an understatement,” you told him, crawling into his lap. “You should know, if I believed in hall passes...”

Harry bursted out laughing, throwing his head back as you giggled with him. You thought he might be put off by your love for your favorite artist, but when he sobered up, he kissed the top of your head and said, “Noted. I’m very thankful that you don't believe in hall passes then.”

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“You know I love a London boy, I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon. He likes my American smile. Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you...”

You were no performer, but you did your best, skipping between tables and trying your hardest not to sound horrible. You tried not to look at Harry too, because you knew he would be smiling no matter how good or bad you were, and you needed to make it through the song without getting flustered.

However, as the song came to a close, you went over to where he was and planted yourself on his lap, singing the last few lines just to him.

You could tell he was a little drunk too. His green eyes hooded as he smiled down at you. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, and his grip on your waist made it hard to focus, but you managed to make it to the end of the song before kissing him.

His lips tasted like alcohol and the lip balm he kept in his pocket at all times. You held the sides of his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing at his temples as the patrons of the bar applauded your big finale. Eventually you pulled away to give the microphone back to the person in charge of the karaoke machine, but Harry didn't let you get far, his arms circling around your waist and holding you close.

“Let’s go home,” he mumbled as the next person got ready to perform.

“Can we grab something to eat on the way back? That left me starving. I don't know how Taylor does it.”

Harry chuckled as he stood up from his seat, leaving a couple bills on the bar before taking your hand in his as the two of you walked out into the chilly night air. “I perform too, you know.”

“I know, but she has these huge dance numbers too. It must be exhausting.”

“Are you saying I need dance numbers in my performances now?” he asked, but he knew you were joking around. He was a close second in your list of favorite artists, and he was well aware of that.

You shook your head, shivering a little as the wind picked up. Harry pulled you close, resting an arm over your shoulders. You wrapped your arms around his middle as you walked, pressing your cheek against his chest and savoring the warmth emanating from him.

You were both quiet as you walked down the street, content to just be next to each other. Until,

“You know I’m not from London, though, right?”

“Oh, I know. But Holmes Chapel boy doesn't have the same ring to it!”

Harry leaned down to brush his lips against yours. It was short and sweet and perfect, his most nudging yours as he pulled back just a little. “You’re right. I’ll have to give her a ring about that.”

“You have her number?”

[murdererofthumbs]

Seeing reactions after this episode is actually slightly hysterical? It proves that this fandom can be so blind-sighted by characters relations, that they forget what show they are watching. Like, I have always been a self-proclaimed Roman-girl, because I find him compelling and extremely psychologically interesting, and like all of these characters, to a certain extent, I do empathise with him on the level of trauma that he went through. But why the fuck are people surprised that THIS is how he behaved in this episode is beyond me. Oh, suddenly Roman is dead to you because he behaved in the way that was very much consistent with who he is? That’s who all of these people are, like come on, what do we think we are watching here? You didn’t really think he will suddenly become a defender of democracy because it serves a greater good of the country? He was the one to fucking choose Mencken as a president, he cherry-picked him for Logan, because he knew that their views align, that Mencken will be a smart business decision. This whole thing is a transactional procedure - they needed to get someone who will be willing to serve their corrupt interests. Roman doesn’t see a problem in having fascist as a president, because he will never be touched by the consequences of having that kind of man in power. He is very much safe at the top of the mountain, and who the fuck cares what will happen to the peasants at the bottom of the chain? In this way, he imitates Logan the most, because in the end of the day, people are units to him, to all of them really, some of them are just more willing to admit this than others.

Also, like, “uuu, Roman was such a misogynist to Shiv this episode, he just didn’t listen to her at all”. Look, can we stop being delusional here for a second or is it some sort of selective memory situation? Roman is a misogynist. Kendall is a misogynist. Shiv, in fact, has a lot of internalised misogyny going on, and her being a woman never stopped her from pushing other women under the fucking bus, so let’s be real here for a second. And that is not to be said in defence of Roman, frankly nothing what I’m saying here is supposed to justify his behaviour in this or any other episode, but it’s more of like… reality check? I know that Roman’s self-destructive spiral and semi-decent behaviour at the beginning of this season might have clouded certain aspects of who he is, but please, go back to season 3 and count all the instances of him throwing misogynistic and, frequently incestuous jokes and innuendo, at Shiv? How many times he undermines her position on the basis of her being a woman? Or how Kendall, for that matter, uses similar arguments in 03x02? All the siblings use aspects of each other as weapons. Kendall is undermined because he is unstable, because he is a drug-addict, because he has a tendency of flying off on the cloud of mania, and crashing in the heap of depression. Shiv is crossed out because she is a woman, because she frankly has no real experience in the firm (which, although people might be super angry about that, because she is such a “girlboss” apparently, but this is a factual argument), because of her relationship to Tom and tendency to take several sides at the same time (with not much thought put into it). And Roman is frequently undermined because he is a freak and a pervert, because “there is something wrong with him”, because he is the weakest dog that is most easily manipulated, who crumples like a wet tissue if only to receive a bit of affection. They all weaponise their “weak” points against each other, because this dog-eats-dog mindset is focal to who they are as a family, to how they were brought up, to how Logan wanted them to be. So please, let’s not be surprised, when Roman suddenly uses misogyny as an argument against Shiv, because it’s not sudden at all, and it’s always been there.

I think what we have on our hands, is the same situation we had in 03x07 during Kendall’s birthday (and previous episode with Mencken), where some people are so outraged by Roman, and by his ability to shove the knife where it hurts, that they suddenly cross him out completely. Again, all these characters are bad people, there was never any doubt about that. They are compelling because of the complexities of their familial relationships, because of their childhood trauma and the consequences that this trauma has on them as adults. But they are still completely reprehensible as human beings, and I think some viewers forget about that and then get outraged when show about awful people features awful people. And I’m sure, either in next or final episode, something will happen and Roman will become sympathetic again, and he will regain his position as a “poor meow meow”, just as he did in the finale of season 3. Its always a fucking carousel with this character and people get sucked in and have their eye’s covered just to realise that nothing really changed, and nothing will change, because in this show people, at their core, remain the same.

[holdinbacksecrets]

neighbors with seventeen

seungcheol: your balconies are side by side. at first, you simply acknowledged each other before sharing surface level conversation that evolved into pouring him a glass of your favorite wine over the railing— missed droplets met the pavement like rain. last night, he laughed after spending hours talking, wondering why you’re still meeting this way. he’d prefer having you closer

jeonghan: not only are you coworkers, but you’re also neighbors, and the people you work with have enjoyed creating their own stories as to why you arrive at every faculty dinner and party together. he’s aware. he’s heard their whispers in the office kitchen, but you have absolutely no idea. you’re too distracted by the feelings growing for him and the embarrassment you felt at the last meeting when you were caught staring by your supervisor

joshua: he signed you up for a couples pottery class, and your heart beats like crazy whenever he knocks on your front door to pick you up. you never asked why he chose pottery, but he had a plan and made you a set of tea cups and a matching tea kettle. you settled for a couple of popcorn bowls and a dish to set keys or jewelry in. he uses the popcorn bowl you gave him on a regular basis and sends pictures of the various foods it’s perfect for

jun: he’s so beautiful, and you find yourself looking through your peephole to avoid running into him because he makes you nervous. a man hasn’t made you this nervous since your third year at university, but this is so much worse. this feels so domestic. he writes his grocery list in the elevator. he hums in the hallway. he takes pictures at the park you frequent when the weather is perfect. he helped you with the massive flower pot you were struggling to get inside your apartment. he invited you over for dinner when a snowstorm kept you housebound through the weekend. he leaves your packages outside your door with funny notes taped to their cardboard… if you see him one more time you’ll fall in love

soonyoung: he got sick at your birthday party and had to leave early. he felt absolutely terrible about it and spent weeks organizing a plan to make it up to you. the very first day you met, you had a busan keychain. he asked about it. you hadn’t been for years, but you think about the trip every day— miss the ocean and its scent in the breeze. finally, when his plan was finished, he asks if you’ll be home that evening. he hands you an envelope. inside is a keychain of a plane. a second envelope contains another keychain of ocean waves. the final envelope holds a plane ticket with a note from the ocean “my breeze misses you, and i can’t wait to see you again. i’m so excited, i’ll stick to your skin”

wonwoo: he reads in the courtyard with an americano. one morning, you came down with an extra slice of banana bread. he asked you to join him after shared gratitude. you wrote down the title of his book and read it cover to cover that night. the next time you see him, you have pumpkin bread and wide eyes, excited to share your thoughts on the novel. you leave with a list of recommendations and his number

jihoon: his music is too loud, and you can’t fall asleep. you’re close to knocking on his door before realizing it’s actually him. he’s singing. he’s playing the guitar, and you forget about your long day and the craved sleep. you listen to him until the sun rises and the melody ends

seokmin: you wonder if he shows his exhaustion to anyone else but you, along with the tears and dissatisfaction. he’s so hard on himself, but you’re so damn proud. you feel lucky to know his sincerity and witness his laughter when the moon is high. he rests his head on your shoulder when the movie ends. he tilts his head from across the table while you sip tea and share dreams you’ve suppressed and described as tiny, intangible streams of thought. he told you otherwise, that they’re like shooting stars craving your nurturing and deserving of your efforts. you support one another. you love each other. there’s an intimacy existing here that has never been known by you before him

mingyu: when your parents come to visit, your mother catches a glimpse of him across the hallway. he looks at you first and smiles before greeting them respectfully. your mother immediately says “once you break up with that boyfriend of yours, go for a handsome man like him with kindness in his eyes. do you know my daughter? she’s quite stubborn and far too romantic— a dangerous combination. keep an eye on her for me, hmm?” you quickly usher your parents into your apartment, cheeks hot and blossomed. he bites his lip to keep from laughing because this all could’ve been avoided if you had told your parents that boyfriend of yours hasn’t been yours for months, and you’re entirely smitten with the kind, handsome neighbor

minghao: the walls are so thin, and he’s heard you cry yourself to sleep four nights in a row. on the fifth night, he knocks. you stop immediately, covering your mouth with your hands and apologizing. he tells you he was about to start a movie (he wasn’t) and would love some company (only yours)

seungkwan: he’s slept over and made breakfast in the morning. he vacuumed and did your laundry when you broke your foot. he helped in any way he could. he sent your parents updates via text. he kissed the tears on your cheeks when you were overwhelmed and everything hurt, when you felt a silly kind of worthlessness. but it wasn’t silly, and he told you so

hansol: you’ve watched his cat when he goes away for weeks because of work. the majority of your texting conversations are about his cat until an accidental text is received showing him with friends at the ghibli museum. you respond with ghibli reaction memes, and he brings you back a paper bag of goodies. you tell him you might fall in love with him, and he blushes even though you were mostly joking

chan: he’s been your neighbor for three years, and he’s become your favorite person. it’s starting to freak you out— how you’ve finally grasped a richer understanding of the desire for marriage, for a life partner. he’s the only person you can imagine beside you— intertwined with your journey and holding your hand, but you’re terrified to tell him so

[jiraimeds]

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hi! my name is kitty and i’m a lifestyle jirai girl!!⋆｡°

i’m 20 years old, my pronouns are she / he, and i have bpd, audhd, and a few other disorders i will not name for my own comfort! i love cats, all different kinds of music, nintendo games, and of COURSE jirai kei fashion. i’m currently a NEET but i’m working to recover!

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s/h, si, self isolation, body dysmorphia, mentions of abuse, disordered eating, religious themes, delusional thought processes, and other things of this nature (that i am forgetting..)

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[hitomisuzuya]

Hello!! This is Actually my First Time doing a Request, so I'm kinda Nervous-

Could I have a Yandere Scaramouche and Kunikuzushi x Innocent, Fragile Reader?

Like, Reader can get Injured easily which can Worry Scara and Kuni a Lot. Whenever they put a Sleeping Drug or smth in Y/N's Food; of course she doesn't notice it and still Eats it! I don't have any More Scenarios lol, so that's all I could think of-

Thank you and don't forget to Eat and Drink lots of Water! Don't forget to Rest too since it's very Important! <3

Yandere! Scaramouche Yandere! Kunikuzushi x Fragile! Innocent!fem!reader. NSFW. Use of an aphrodisiac. Obsessive Yandere behavior.

a/n: Aww hello. Don't be nervous. I am the one who should be nervous since it's your first request. Here is the pitch and I hope you enjoy. Don't be a stranger😊

Tonight was a big night for Scaramouche and Kunikuzushi. Tonight they could finally show you how much they cared for and loved you.

They were sitting across from each other in a domain that Scaramouche frequented with Kunikuzushi for long hours, discussing you.

Scaramouche glared and Kunikuzushi acted excited. You'd gotten hurt today, easily like you always had. Scaramouche told you how lucky you were that it wasn't serious and that he found you in just in time.

You were his precious darling. He always followed you everywhere.

Kunikuzushi was always constantly yacking his ear about you as he saw through Scaramouche's eyes on a daily basis. He thought it was really annoying. He felt the same way about you as Kunikuzushi did. They were the same person after all.

"I'll be back," Scaramouche said, disappearing in a flash of Electro.

Kunikuzushi clapped. "Okay. I'll wait right here in the domain. She should be starting to feel sleepy now."

Scaramouche didn't even hear him when he arrived in your room. The aphrodisiac mixed with a sedative was starting to take affect right on schedule.

He brushed some hair off your face, leaning down to kiss you as he picked up you bridal style, cradling you gently in his arms. "Come on, y/n. You trust me and love me, right?"

You nodded, the look in your eyes reflected nothing but trust, love, and lust for him. "I'm so sleepy, Scara," you mumbled, relaxing comfortably but squirming a little in a good way.

"There is someone I want you to meet. Don't be shy now, y/n, he is me. He won't shut up guaranteed after you see him," Scaramouche said, the atmosphere suddenly feeling warm and real as he carried you into the domain.

"It's nice to meet you," you waved when you saw Kunikuzushi, who was immediately went to your side as Scaramouche set you down gently. He peppered your face with kisses. "Your arm must hurt. You aren't in any pain, are you?"

"No, I feel so warm and sleepy," you mumbled, adjusting yourself as Kunikuzushi and Scaramouche got rid of their clothes and yours.

"See, I told he was annoying," Scaramouche said, rolling his eyes at Kunikuzushi.

They would spend the next few hours touching you, constantly kissing you deeply and praising you. They would lick and bite gently everywhere on your body. Your moans only served as fuel to the fire as they obsessed over you exactly they always wanted to.

They would especially tell you how much they loved you and that they would always protect you. You are their precious girl. You always would be.

They made an extra effort in fucking you gently, accurately sussing out every sensitive place on your body as concentrated accurately on them all.

They would eat you for a long time like you were last meal.

You were exhausted by the time Scaramouche wrapped you in a blanket and left the domain. He didn't spare Kunikuzushi a single glance when he left. Kunikuzushi would say that he couldn't wait to see you again and that he loves you.

[olderthannetfic]

I'm sorry I need to vent but I don't get having mutuals. I thought it's how people on tumblr/twitter make friends (which seems that's how a lot of them treat it) but I found myself getting mutuals when some blogs I follow follow back. I thought they wanted to be friends since that's how they are with their other mutuals but other than like some of my posts when they started following me, they don't really interact with any of my posts now. We only have one fandom in common and I don't really posts much about that and when I do, they don't even like it or anything. It can't even be cause I reblog other people's stuff about that fandom cause they're following those people, too.

I don't understand why they're following my blog when they don't have a reason to be here? Is it those "follow for follow" things? It just makes me feel, I dunno strange(?), I guess, seeing my follower count and I could count on one hand how many of them still like my posts occasionally and none of those are my mutuals.

I wish there's a way to just remove them from my followers without removing me from their followers cause I still very much like their posts. It'd just be awkward softblocking them and then following again and they'd be notified and maybe they'd wonder why (if they even remember me at this point).

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What the hell, anon?

How you make friends is by talking to people.

I don't even follow back half the people I actually talk to on tumblr because I forget. I never see likes. They're hidden on my activity page because who the fuck cares about likes?

I have people on here who reblog me frequently whom I rarely publicly interact with. You'd think I'm snubbing them. In fact, we're offline friends.

I have people I consider dear internet friends whom I chat with on a weekly or even daily basis in private whom you'll rarely see me talk to here even though this is how we met.

How I can tell if I'm friendly acquaintances with someone is by us talking enough that I remember who they are. I'm really bad at remembering internet handles as discrete individuals if I've never met the person. Once I start to actually remember you, it means something.

How I can tell we're friends is that we've built some emotional intimacy, usually by talking in private, often about our actual lives or, even more tellingly, our philosophies, aspirations, and struggles with making art.

If I can be vulnerable with someone in private in a way I wouldn't be publicly on tumblr, then we're friends. Of course, you never know if it's precisely mutual on the exact same level on a given day, but nothing in life is guaranteed.

Having shared fandoms is irrelevant.

Whether you are mutuals is irrelevant.

Likes are irrelevant.

Reblogs with no commentary are irrelevant.

If you don't meaningfully interact with the person, you are not friends.

[utilitycaster]

omg thank you. it's been driving me crazy how many people have said that BH are evil, selfish people who hate the gods now and are happy to let the world die, when no? not at all? there have been many (repetitive) conversations criticising the gods' worth that i don't agree with fully. but a hugely important thing that most seem to be overlooking is that in spite of their personal beliefs every single one of them has continued to work towards saving the gods anyway. they're still heroes.

Yeah...for what it's worth, while the conversations are a lot, it makes sense for Bells Hells to be having them (particularly since it was repetitive to us when they were separated, but not to them). It just doesn't really make sense within the fandom. At some point you have to say "okay, are the gods operating by the laws of mortals, in which case 'are you worth saving' is a fucking threat - not that Deanna is wrong to say it, but that's definitely a conversation ender - or are they operating by laws mortals cannot comprehend in which case the actions we are criticizing them for might actually be for the greater good." And yes, the party's actions are louder than words, because it really doesn't matter if you care about or like the gods! It matters that you see the Vanguard and say "well that's fucked up and that's a decision that they should not make for the rest of the world, and neither should we; we should stop them."

I also happen to think that comparing the gods to government is where a lot of people are going wrong. Some of that is that again, it's frequently coming from people who are ex-evangelical/fundamentalist and many people in that situation have, in addition to an understandably if frustrating black-and-white attitude towards religion, a similarly deeply messed up grasp on politics (long story short: they treat Being a Good Leftist identically to how their parents treat Being Saved). But some of it is also that like...Ok so the gods are the government. Does your revolution provide a comprehensive plan for infrastructural maintenance and continuity of vital services? Or is it just like "well citizen whose healthcare gets interrupted and whose water gets shut off; we shall remember your noble sacrifice to my cause. Read theory so you know your suffering is correct."

(I'm also a bit cranky because I saw someone unironically compare this situation to the French revolution, and like, I know we're on the guillotine website but lest we forget, the French monarchy was quite literally restored less than 25 years after said bloody revolution and there was a whole dictatorship in between. If we're using real-world political coups and revolutions as the basis for killing the gods, do you know how many got replaced almost immediately by a totalitarian government? As Ashton said, yeah, kill everyone who disagrees with you, get it down to five people and it will be great.)

[practicedvmm13fullofpotatoes]

MORE Johnny and Janae headcanons because the first set was me going "Oh, these characters are nice :)" but now it's me going "Ouhhh, these characters are going to be rotating in my brain for the next few months and I fully accept that"

Johnny

That headcanon of him dreaming about the Somerset fire is actually just me being way too obsessed with these guys. This couldn't have happened no matter how I explained it. The Somerset fire happened some time around 1950. The timeline was changed when BD was in his mid 40s (I think?) so that'd be like. 1980 at least. Johnny dreaming about the Somerset fire is literally impossible unless I did some more time fuckery than these guys already do on a regular basis

Tries to like his family's interests so that they'll love him more. He doesn't like soccer but he does it for his dad. He doesn't like the theater but he'd watch it for his mom. He doesn't really understand seismology but tries to for Janae. He knows Janae already loves him a lot, but he just does it out of habit

Social chameleon. Will literally change things about himself so that people will like him. These efforts fail a lot of the time, but in the rare case that he actually gets someone to notice and see him in a positive light, he will cling on to that person and never let them go

Because of the things mentioned above, Johnny tends to have identity crises. Yeah, you heard me. Plural. He's been doing all of this since he was 7. He knew from the get-go that he didn't fit in. And in his head, the best course of action was to try to blend in

Definitely likes art-- or, more specifically, painting. It's the one thing about himself that he's sure of. His father, though, doesn't approve of this and hid his art supplies in the basement, a place he knows Johnny is too scared to check

I don't know about other countries' classes but like. If they have TLE (Technology and Livelihood Education), methinks Johnny would like the subject a lot (home ec, entrepreneurship, agriculture, yadda yadda)

Sensitive to extreme temperatures. Trying to cook an egg? It feels like his skin is actually burning (it's not). The weather is chilly? He'll need to wear a lot of layers (physically refuses to function if it's cold)

Developed a lot of crushes when he was in middle school but only now realizes that they were just happy crushes

Frequent nightmares about death. They're not future dreams but he believes that they are. Very anxious to continue with his day because he might end up dropping dead later

His love language is quality time. Definitely some tonal whiplash but I thought I'd throw this out there

Janae

Very verbal. Will not hesitate to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. Like, they could just be talking about seismology to Johnny but then yell out "SEISMOGRAM" in the middle of it before going back to building the finalized version of it. This happens very often

Oh, you interupted their ramble? They completely forgot what they were talking about and is pissed because you disturbed them.. Though, you do have to find a way to make Janae stop eventually. Most effective method is to raise your hand. After a few seconds, they'll stop talking to let you talk

If you disturbed Janae, they will immediately not like you. I'm sorry but they don't make the rules. You're not a good person in their eyes anymore

Poor memory on things that should be important. They struggle with remembering dates, dues, assignments, paperwork and other stuff that is very important. They have too much going on in that mind of theirs to remember much. It will always end up pushed to the back of their brain

Struggles with prioritizing and time management. If the task seems easy enough, they'll procrastinate and do something that's more important to them. They'll eventually forget about it until it suddenly becomes important again. And they end up cramming to pass it on time so it's a bit sloppy but no one notices because it's still really good in comparison to the others passed. The only other person to be able to tell whether or not Janae actually spent time doing something is Johnny

Frequently forgets words. Like mentioned earlier, they have too much going on in their head to remember much. ("Johnny, what was that thing called? The thing that happens when a woman goes into labour?" "Huh?" "When she's like?? Pushing the baby out??" "I don't know??" "I swear we had a conversation about this before--")

You know how people say to look at the big picture and to stop focusing on the smaller details? Janae is the exact opposite of that but in a more literal sense. Let's say that they're looking for [brand] toothpaste but they can't find it despite checking the isle several times. They'll ask an employee about it and get directed to a part of the aisle that they passed by a couple dozen times

Talks to themself a lot. Like said in bullet one, they're very verbal. Literally has to chew on gum/the inside of their cheek to shut themself up

That headcanon of Janae tutoring students their age and higher definitely makes zero sense if I actually think about it. Same with my excuse of Martha and Jack just sending them back to 2nd grade. But erm, they still tutor because I said so. They tutor their students :))

Gets distracted easily. Like. Very easily. Surprisingly easy. Especially by shiny objects. (One student of theirs tried distracting them with a laser pointer. It worked. Three times)

[moltara]

i think i could write a ten page single-spaced essay about how much scathing hatred i hold towards my first therapist btw

CW: hospitalization and vague suicide mention

i dont know how she had the certification to practice tbh she was evil and horrible

not only is she the sole reason i was forced into psychiatric inpatient against my fucking will TWICE over one summer (INCLUDING ON MY BIRTHDAY) with little to no actual basis besides me mentioning being passively suicidal in the past

but there was the time i brought up potentially having BPD to her in high school she IMMEDIATELY glared at me and shut me down by saying "You do not have that. Never look up symptoms online." and then never brought it up again (btw this was the time tumblr was all about self diagnosing each other with personality disorders, it didn't take me long to realize i didn't have it but like. most good therapists will take you self diagnosing yourself as a learning point. it's more helpful to ask "well, what symptoms to you identify with?" and then work with you to process the things you're feeling than just silence your client and blame them for looking stuff up online, ESP WHEN YOUR CLIENT IS A 15 YEAR OLD HIGH SCHOOLER)

and then in college, i would frequently forget about our appointments because i have adhd and we had our dnd sessions on the same night as our telehealth appointments. EVERY TIME i forgot about an appointment, i'd receive a fucking seething phonecall from her where she would angrily threaten to take me off her client list if i missed another appointment. i explained to her multiple times that i had dnd on that night, but she never offered to reschedule my appointments to another night. she just would call me and scold me for twenty minutes each time

BUT THEN THE KICKER HERE was that when i graduated college and continued seeing her, she would CONSTANTLY miss our appointments and then blame her "system" for malfunctioning. like. for a given appointment date, there was a solid 75% chance she'd forget about the appointment and miss it. and i was expected to just deal with it??????????????????