#I am super responsible all the time and can save money.

[passerinesoncaffeine]

oh nooooooooooooooooooo oh FUCK

[amorchai]

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐑 ─ j.m

pairing(s): jess mariano x reader

summary: someone you don’t like wins your basket in the easter competition, but jess is there to save the day.

word count: 2077

warnings/tags: friends to lovers, a guy being a bit full-on [ nothing major , but jess saves the day ] jess being an absolute fluffy softy, jess being boyfriend material!

the dreaded day of the easter basket competition had arrived, and terror had filled your entire body from that very morning. waking up with a pit in your stomach, rory and lane roping you into making one for a date – knowing that randall in your english class is obsessed with the thought of a date with you and had been for months.

you had no hope for the day ahead, you had confided in jess from the moment you agreed to it, running from the square into luke’s diner where jess was reading against the wall of the quiet monday morning. “i’m not participating in this loony town’s stupid traditions, y/n,” jess had told you, much to your dismay of pleading him for help.

“please! if it goes too high a bid i’ll reimburse you, i’ll make a really good meal and we’ll make a day of it. please don’t make me go out with randall carter!” you had asked, trying to ignore the wide smirk across your amused best friends face. jess was thoroughly enjoying it.

he chuckled, book had been thrown on the counter with his arms folded as he listened before leaning towards you. “i’m not going to bid on nonsense like that but i am willing to save you from the date if he wins,” jess had offered.

“jess i don’t want to go out with him, you have to win it!”

“aren’t his parents like super rich?” jess ignored, eyes followed your pained expression as you groaned in dismay from the situation you allowed rory and lane to force you into. you had already signed your name up, taylor knew, there was no going back now.

you knew he couldn’t bid too high, and you didn’t expect jess to, you were just desperate. you had shot down randall far too many times for your liking and he was still willing to try and win you over. jess had hated the guy from the start, but you knew he hated practically everyone.

“you swear to save me from him?” you asked, finger pointed and pressed against jess’ shirt, eyes wide and intimidating jess. he had a teasing glint in his eye, lopsided smirk maintained as he raises one hand, using his finger to cross his heart, ‘hope to die’ he finished with before luke scolded him for slacking during shift.

so, when jess winked at you from the other side of the crowd, your legs slowly stopped shaking. maybe it would be okay, knowing that jess was more than willing to jump in and save you from your dreaded enemy – who was only yards ahead of you with a prideful stride which could only be for one reason.

“fifty dollars!” randall starts with, your mouth immediately gaping at the price he was willing to begin with in order to bag a date with the person he knows doesn’t reciprocate feelings. you felt bad shooting him down at the start, but as he became more persistent, the less empathetic you were.

“sixty,” jess interjects. your head snaps round, quite like luke who was beside him and you watch as his uncle swats his arm in dismay. jess doesn’t have that amount of money to throw around, he worked in his uncle’s diner in his spare time – why would he bid a high amount on a lousy easter basket in order to help you?

“eighty,” you were defeated upon randall’s response, all hope in the chance of jess winning quickly dissipates as you watch jess hesitate. however, when jess saw randall’s smirk and luke’s warned gaze he’s quick to jump on another bet, “a hundred dollars!”

“oh, a hundred dollars, folks! can anyone go higher or do we have a winner?” taylor ramped up the crowd while luke can be heard screaming at his nephew, profanities and light smacks against jess’ shoulder, ordering him to ‘quit it, ya hear me?’

“a hundred and twenty,” replies randall, face full of stream while looking back at jess, strived with motivation and purpose. jess looks back towards you, and you try to plead him to stop, he said he wouldn’t bid high or partake, yet here he was willing to spend a hundred dollars to save you.

he shrugs in apology, well out of his price range and the sound of taylor announcing randall the winner, you smile at him before striding towards the stage where randall waits with the basket full of food.

just as you leave the crowd, you catch sight of jess who throws you another wink before crossing his heart one more time. and you pray to yourself that jess didn’t take long to save the day, randall’s hand all-too close to you as you walk away.

it had been god-awful. randall was far too worth trying, it came across desperate. he boasted of the prior girlfriends he had in hopes you thought he was experienced but only made you realise how insignificant you would be, after telling you of his date last week despite asking you out for months.

your legs swung across the bridge overlooking the lake, for each moment of silence you enjoyed by the trickle of water and swoosh of the trees – only to be ruined when randall’s deep voice undercuts with another foul statement.

your fingers were picking at the crust of fancy bread you choose from the bakery, not willing to eat but wanting to seem preoccupied while randall tells you all about his high grades. that is until a voice interrupts, “oh, i absolutely hate to break this lovely little date you’re on. nice spread, huh?”.

a grin spreads across your face at the voice from behind you, and both of you turn around to see jess standing, hands in his pockets, rolling on the balls of his feet with a contained smirk you could see from just his eyes.

“you bet,” randall replies while continuing to eat the crackers you also brought. jess’ undercut scowl grows soft when he looks from the boy and to you, “luke wants you back for shift.” you’re smirking at him, face unseen by randall as you lean back and raise your hands in faux dismay.

however, randall isn’t amused, “no fair! we’re on a date, mariano.” jess looks disgusted, looking at the horrible attempt at a date – randall sitting like he owns the place, cheese stuck to the sides of his mouth.

through gritted teeth, jess continues, “sorry, rules are rules.” randall taps you, causing you to break your gaze from jess and to look at him instead, “you said you had the day off.” you falter, mouth agape in thought of what to reply, but your saviour steps in once more, “busy day calls for the best staff. y’know, randall, with all the basket dates going on.”

you sigh in relief, making your leave to stand while jess extends his hand to help you up. he wears a wide smile, eyes prideful and gleaming at you as you smirk back at him. his hand doesn’t leave yours, remained intertwined while you use your free one to dust your outfit off from any marks.

“that doesn’t make any sense,” randall interjects the moment, “why would people bring their baskets into a café and eat the food?”. jess knew randall was smart, he actually tried in school but he was an idiot at some common sense that jess could use to his advantage, a small ‘huh’ leaves jess before he replies, “y’know, randall, a lot of things in life don’t make sense”

you’re wide-eyed watching jess, there was something so attractive about him saving the day, speaking up for you, holding your hand. you were entrapped by the boy you called your best friend. he leans past you, a hand extended to randall, “basket, please.”

with a begrudged look to the boy with dripping sarcasm, randall hands it over, feet defeatedly swinging off the bridge as jess looms over him with a look randall didn’t want to cross. you whisper to jess, “ever the gentleman,” you’re both turning away, still hand in hand, and jess glances at you before replying, “well, a gentleman keeps his promise.”

and before you knew it a few footsteps ahead, you broke out into a run, hand intertwined with the boy who saved the day – you both laughing as you left the scene, forgetting all about the try-hard randall defeatedly in his place.

the woods were quiet, the crunching off the leaves getting lower in volume and you both slow down, tired breaths and speckled laughter turning into a comfortable silence paired with the birds whistling in the trees.

every moment you had with jess was one you wanted to mentally keep forever. a mind full of jess keepsakes you could look back and fawn over someone you had grown so comfortable with, your person, the guy you could go to with just about everything. sure, he was sarcastic but he wouldn’t judge – maybe a joke, here and there, but if it’s an upsetting issue jess was nothing but a comforting shoulder, kind and serene voice you could fall asleep to.

you glance at him, and his lope-sided smile hasn’t left his gorgeous face, even when you catch him staring. you can’t break away, a trance you didn’t mind being stuck in forever and something shifts between you both. jess tugs on your hand so you’re standing in front of him, gentle and reassuring squeezes as you feel your back meet a tree.

the view of jess with the scenery behind him, trees floating in the wind, sunlight escaping between the leaves – he was ethereal, and you almost didn’t believe this moment to be true. that’s until the sound of the basket dropping to the ground brings you back.

his hand leaves yours, slowly moving to your jaw while his eyes delicately scan your face in a way that your knees feel weak, jess’ lids half closed before he moves closer to you. you find it hard not to smile during the kiss, jess delicately moving his lips to yours in a moment you have dreamt several times before.

jess’ lips were desperate, nose bumping yours when he tilts his head the other way and you tug on his acdc t-shirt to keep you grounded, obsessed with the feeling of him so close. pulling away, jess glances at your kiss-struck face before pressing another quick peck, both of you wearing tired but loving smiles.

“we should probably make a date out of the remaining food, huh?” you chuckle before agreeing, “oh, there’s still a lot there. turns out randall hates pasta, a long list of fruit, any form of potatoes, and … pretty much everything in here apart from crackers and cheese.”

jess is too busy watching your face, sparkling eyes and your lips moving, you barely say the last word before jess is kissing you again. it’s short but enough to have you at a loss of words, breath-taking.

your trying to regain your composure when he pulls away, his hand holding yours once more while leaning down to grip the basket he abandoned minutes before. “randall… god i hate that guy,” jess murmurs when you both begin to walk in a random direction, unsure where your walk will take you.

“me too. he said my sleeves should be a longer length the moment we caught a moment alone,” you complain, hands swinging between you both as jess scoffs, “insufferable idiot. i mean who hates your pasta? you make the best in town.”

“i know!” you reply, jess pecking you once more with his knowing smirk planted firmly on his face.

“and you look great. you always do.” you feel warm from the compliment, blood rushing to your face as you return with a small, “thank you.” jess turns away from you, walking you through the woods to find a good date spot where he can have a proper moment with you, a place he can keep you to himself for a little longer before returning to the chaos that is stars hollow.

jess squeezes your hand, “it’s good for me anyway, he lost his chances.” you weren’t used to jess being romantic, and you can tell from his lack of eye contact and blushed cheeks that he wasn’t either, but you smile before planting a kiss to his flushed skin, “like he or anyone else had a chance from the moment you got here.”

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[myfemmeb0yfriend]

i love being cared for and spoiled just as much as the next lesbian, but it's so important to do the same for the other person in the relationship.

helping them out when they've had a bad day, give them a shoulder to cry on or a neck to hide their face in, reassure them that they'll be ok no matter how much the world feels like it's crashing down on just them and them alone. or if they're not that much into physical touch, just lending an ear helps. even if you can't give them great advice, just being there and letting them get their bad day off their chest says a lot, and it means even more. and some people don't like to talk about their bad days. that's ok too. sometimes it's just space that they need but sometimes they just need to be distracted from their bad day. indulge in some of their favorite hobbies with them, watch a comfort show/movie of their's, cook them their favorite meal.

remembering the little things and doing them just because. adding in small details that you've remembered they hold so dear to their heart for whatever reason. it always feels good to know you're actually being listened to.

can we pls normalize femmes paying for stuff? just a little bit???? please queens/kings????? listen guys, i'm not complaining if you want to take care of me financially, i am a broke bitch! but WHEN i do have money, (not very often😞) at least let me buy you some ice cream with it or SOMETHIN'- PLEASE! i know ice cream isn't a super big responsibility but it's always felt weird to me seeing the relationship dynamic where one person supports themselves and their partner financially, and the partner doesn't even reciprocate it occasionally???? THIS IS NOT ME DEMONIZING THIS LIL DYNAMIC OR WTV, i just personally do not vibe with it. but do whatever makes you happy, bbgs. i know there are other ways of taking care of someone other than supporting them financially but i'd love to even be able to do it just once in a while, if not all the time. (all the time is not likely bcs once again i can't save money for shit....)

i know i mentioned this for like five seconds in my first or second lil paragraph but cooking is such a reassuring thing to do. cooking someone their favourite meal or just any meal is a love language that we look past too often and i am sick of it!!!!! (this is coming from someone who tried to make homeade hamburger helper with burrito beef two nights ago btw... don't look at me.) it's such a quiet way of love admittance. but then genuineness is there and it's abundant. mostly if your partner is of culture, i bet that would be an amazing and quite heartwarming surprise for them to see. (meow:3)

i could go on and on and on about reciprocity but it's 2am and i don't feel like writing anymore...

⁻ this post was made by a minor, mdni accs dni!

[bloodyjuls-blog]

WHAT IF I LOSE YOU (part 3)

(I will fight to not lose you) - Alexia Putellas

There was a moment in my life where I wanted to give up, where everything was beyond me and what can you expect from a girl who grew up in Sutton running around with a soccer ball and who is now a super star? Life has never been easy, when you reach your teenage years and your social life overlaps with training, match day, recovery days? The only thing left was to do everything from home, from parties to drinking. Everything was easier without my parents at home, to be honest I grew up having everything, a big house, money, freedom and what I loved most after alcohol.... Football. When you become a professional nobody tells you the responsibilities and the exposure you bring with that and even if they say that women's soccer lacks attraction then they should have it checked because the pressure I felt playing for arsenal or city was very high and brought with it the expectation of the Barcelona soccer club to bring a star, to speak on and off the pitch. My younger days I remember with the talks with my parents for not being good enough to be in a professional league, which then when I achieved it would break me little by little because alcohol never left me, the faithful companion of my adventures.... Everything became a problem, I drank until the wee hours and made sure I got enough rest to perform the minimum in my club. Then my sister brings us the news of her pregnancy and I don't deny it, I always wanted to be a mother but there was a moment when my world came crashing down and I rejected the idea.

Flashback

It was the decisive league match for arsenal. We were facing Chelsea for the FA cup and the pressure from above forced us to win. But things always go wrong, that day I think I had one of the worst games of my life. I missed a lot of chances, I was always out of position and the worst thing is that my family was watching me from the stands.

At the dinner with my family, my father very disappointed tells me: "daughter I do not understand you, they tell us to come to see you and you play a shitty game" to which I a little upset I tell him: "if you are not interested then do not come, this is soccer" at the end of dinner the mood is lowered but my father there is something that does not fit, since I tried the first shot of vodka has made me bad faces. While I approach to take Ruppert, already 5 years old, my father takes him away from me and tells me: "I don't understand how they can want you in a club if you are an alcoholic, and much less I am going to allow you to take care of your nephews being in the conditions you are, do you think I didn't notice your flash of whiskey you had in your backpack or that you are going back home drunk, if something happens to you don't even bother to call me because I am not going to come and save your ass, you understand? " My tears were falling from my eyes, he had hurt me in a way I never thought he could. After all he was my father and I was his not so favorite daughter.

End of the Flashback

Alexia pov

"Hello, Ana. Do you know where y/n is?" I ask through the line in a worried voice. "No Ale, the only thing I know is that she had been drinking and left driving the car, I guess I'm guessing she's already in her apartment" Ana replied calmly. "Fuck this can't be" exclaimed Ale as she tried to call you back. "Ah I know who to call, maybe she has information" she thought calmer.

"Hi Leah how are you? It's Alexia" said Alexia calmly "Hi Alexia, well to what do I owe your call?" Answered Leah quizzically "I was wondering if you know anything about y/n, she called me a while ago and left me a little worried" you could tell from Alexia's voice that something wasn't right. "Ale the truth I don't know where y/n/n could have gone, what I do tell you is to please take care of her, and help with the alcohol issue she is not having a good time, and I am worried that something might happen to her" said a little more concerted Leah. "Of course, come on I'll leave you, I have another call coming in."

She answers the other call....

"Hello, is this Ms. Alexia Putellas?" A calm voice asks on the other line. "Who is calling?" answers a curious Alexia. "Ma'am this is the receptionist at Egarsat hospital speaking, I was speaking to inform you that Miss y/n y/l has been involved in an accident and you are listed as the emergency contact" Alexia at that moment felt tears fall from her eyes "yes this is her, tell me how is she? Tell me how is she?" says Alexia desperately "Ma'am the only thing I can tell you is that if you can, please go to the hospital as soon as possible, the emergency reception will tell you where to go" "thank you" says Alexia with an agitated voice.

Note: sorry I know had passed a couple of month but I'm near to graduate and that makes me full time persone and busy schedule. Love you all loads

[ultra-raging-ghost]

Alright. Imma just say it. Something is wrong with the theme park and Ollie. Because at first, it just seems really sweet right? Ollie seems charming and super nice to Bad- a true friend, if you will. But what initially started out as "getting help" for a "surprise for cucurucho" in the form of a ferris wheel turned into Bad being responsible for an entire theme park. Ok. But like. Why tho.

Also what is up with the snakes and raccoons that just randomly appear every time Bad tries to show the bunny workers his work- therefore inadvertently causing him problems that lead to bad reviews by the bunnies. And more importantly: Bad owing Cucurucho more debt each time.

There's something interesting about that last part and this whole situation intrigues me so much if Cucurucho really is manipulating Bad into becoming closer, and ultimately, slowly integrate him into the Federation.

- alchemicaladarna

EXACTLY

see the thing is i have to agree with bad that i think cucuruchos setting bad up for a debt payment so theyre forced to interact daily! Like a baby trap but with financials kjkhjgvhjbnjk

i wrote this in a post like i think two ish days ago that cucurucho seems to be testing bads boundaries, which includes forcing bad to somehow pay cucurucho or be in debt to cucurucho, both things which bad hates because he really likes being at the top of the ladder on the richness scale!! Like he checks that stupid thing so often just to make sure hes still at the top when in reality theres like a 10K GAP between him and the second richest person on the server

Like its so sus how this is the second time cucuruchos made bad indebted to him within the past couple days. And bad really couldve just refused to pay cucurucho back (it was just a netherite block that bad didnt even have that we WATCHED cucurucho destroy) but instead bad bended and said that he'd find a way to pay cucurucho back even if getting a fucking BLOCK OF NETHERITE would take FOREVER

AND THE THING IS!!!! THE THING IS!!!! I am 90% confident cucurucho didnt expect bad to be honest and give him back that whole stack of netherite blocks, it was a VERY OBVIOUS TEMPTATION to try and get bad to refuse to give them back but instead he did so and cucurucho panicked and decided to fabricate a false debt on his own

But the thing is, a block of netherite is something one can forget about especially when bad doesnt actually have it, so instead he made bad in debt with something a little more tangible, something bad cant just give back to him all at once (or that he didnt want to - of course bad could do it he has WELL over 12k but bad hoards his money like a dragon). So instead cucurucho charged bad an exuberant price for something he shouldnt have even known existed just so bad would be forced to interact with him and go out of his way to give him exactly 12 coins a day!! Cucurucho was even nice enough to take 3k off just because he likes bad (thats a quote, that was crazy)!!!

AND cucurucho did the math in his head, if bad were to stick to their debt agreement bad would be paying him back for a little under 3 years !!! Bro had a fucking calculator on hand!!! 2.74 years i believe were his calculations, a thousand days!! Bro is counting!!!

like im just saying its so sus,, its so sus i UNDERSTAND and i hope its on purpose and that they DO SOMETHING WITH IT!!!

AND SIDE NOTE!!!! THESE BUNNIES ARE SO CRINGEFAIL!!!! WHY ARE ALL OF THEM ALWAYS ON HALF A HEART???? The bear fed workers werent doing allat!!!!! It seems like every time a rabbit is around bad theyre always on 2 hearts constantly getting downed, every other time bad sees ollie hes picking her up from getting downed, he had to save the two tie rabbits several times today, sipi kept getting downed, etc. etc. that cant not be planned, its like they go out of their way to be weak to be able to make these accusations that cause bad to get fined that cause him to be in debt like THATS CRAZY RIGHT???

I dont think i saw any bear fed workers get downed until fucking CELLBIT started killing them, and pre-theme park weve rarely/never seen a bunny properly get downed, even when they were around bad, Ronnie was mostly stalking and hiding and jumping around and excited, they didnt get downed nearly as much!!! Its crazy!!!

EDIT: EDITING THIS TO SAY. LOWEST OF KEYS. REALLY SUS THAT OLLIE CLAIMED IT WAS FOR A CELEBRATION FOR CUCURUCHO, BUT REFUSED TO ELABORATE ON WHICH CELEBRATION... BAD ASKED IF IT WAS HIS BIRTHDAY OR LIKE A BOSS APPRECIATION DAY OR SOMETHING AND SHE JUST AGREED NONCOMMITTALLY AND REFUSED TO ELABORATE.. A LITTLE ODDDDD

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

Tidbit Tuesdays: And We're Back

*slides in with a coffee and sunglasses to hide the dark circles under my eyes*

It hasn't been two weeks since I posted, I don't know what you're talking about.

Anyway, an emergency root canal, a crown, and quite a lot of money later, I'm back on my LaDs grind. Truth be told on top of everything else, I'm going through writer's block, so WIPs is just about all I've got.

Can't commit to anything, like my teeth can't commit to my mouth.

If you've survived this rambling, bless. This week's WIPs are just a random assortment of things. And if you're new here, this is where I post things I'm proud of, just generally like, or am currently working on.

If you enjoy this (or just generally appreciate people) please leave a like or a reblog! It lets me know people like what I'm doing, and encourages me to keep writing!

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Notes: first up is Zayne and Kiri, my MC. I recently finished catching up on the new (!!!) main storyline additions, so this is your spoiler warning before I continue.

I loved where the story went, and so decided to do a "what if" in which Kiri temporarily has her memory restructured by the Protofield and the Myst, dropped into a dreamscape that reflects Dreamwalker's world.

It's fun. It's SUPER fun. I should get back to it soon.

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Kiri’s day ended like this:

Akso hospital had strict regimented shifts to combat the constant wave of abominations. At the end of hers, she got scanned, tested, and questioned before she was allowed to leave. A pair of military men in uniforms escorted her down out of the hospital campus, waiting with her until someone could come pick her up.

They never needed to wait long.

Zayne was almost always perfectly on time.

The black silhouette appeared silently through the thick mist, her escorts tensing before realizing who it was. She patted one on the shoulder, saying her goodbyes before stepping forward.

Her hand found Zayne's before she'd even said a word.

“How was work?” He murmured. In his other hand were groceries, the plastic sack sagging with the weight.

Kiri sighed, pulling her hair loose from its bun. “Long,” she replied. “Three more cases today. The ACU ward is overflowing already, and Chansia hospital can't take anymore. They're bursting at the seams.” She leaned into him, her pink scrubs brushing against the wool of his coat.

He frowned at her. “You took your jacket this morning. Where is it?”

“Hm?” Kiri blinked in surprise. “Oh. Someone needed it more than I did.” She smiled at his exasperated sigh, tugging on his sleeve. “Come on. I have you to keep me warm, don't I?”

Zayne shook his head, a slight smile forcing its way through his irritation. “Still. The nurse can't help people if she gets sick, can she? Your health has to come first.”

She hummed, neither agreeing nor denying it. He huffed in response. “Let's go home, my moon.”

Kiri had worked at Akso hospital as long as she could remember. She'd graduated top of her class, with perfect marks, and settled easily into her new life. Work in the Abominations Containment Unit was intense, and it seemed her coworkers were on a revolving door roster. Few people stayed as long as she did, with cases increasing every day.

It was at some point during that that she met Zayne.

A former patient of hers had cornered her in an alley, begging for help before turning into an awful, monstrous thing.

A sudden explosion of black ice had been her saving grace.

The man in black had vanished as quickly as he'd appeared, and, well…

As if following a thread of fate itself, she chased after him.

It was unconscionable for a nurse and someone like him to fall in together. Kiri was well aware she was breaking the code of ethics, not to mention the oaths she'd taken.

Yet here they were.

It felt like it had been forever since they'd gotten together.

It felt like it had been no time at all.

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Notes: This one's been in the mental WIP for a while. I usually let ideas ferment in my head for a while before I bake them into fics, like a good sourdough.

This one focuses on Kit and Sylus, Kit being his second in command and NOT the MC. If you've been here a while, you know her. Anyway, I wanted to do a "what if Kit got hurt" thing, and as usual, they can't help bantering even when she's been stabbed. Go figure.

Fair warning, this one does feature some gruesome imagery. Not a lot though.

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The remains of the building shuddered, dust and sheetrock crumbling down. Sylus ran his flashlight over the rubble, keeping an ear out for any voices.

“Keep a low profile,” he murmured to the twins. “It's not just Kit that might be down here.”

The twins nodded firmly.

The building was a winding, gray mess, shadowed corners scurrying away at each sweep of the flashlights. Every once in a while, they would have to make a wide berth around slowly seeping pools of red, checking the remains for identification.

So far, there were only strangers.

“Fan out,” Sylus murmured. “We'll get more coverage that way.”

The twins and the other men he brought along nodded, splitting up into groups of two. All of them had radios, but it was a shot in the dark whether they would keep working in the lingering metaflux.

It was eerily quiet down here.

The rubble blocked all outside noises, leaving nothing but the occasional whisper of dust or the clatter of stone.

At last, he came to a room that was nearly intact.

It appeared to be a lab, the viewing windows completely shattered. A single threadbare bulb struggled to stay lit, swinging to and fro as it flickered dangerously.

Sylus carefully stepped inside, his feet crunching softly on the broken glass.

A body lay inside, the head twisted unnaturally. A badge on the lab coat proclaimed this to be someone who worked in the building.

The position of their hand was odd, and he leaned closer to examine it. There were faint marks to indicate they'd tightly gripped something before they died.

A second later, his instincts screamed for him to move, and he rolled out of the way, just as someone dropped down from a ceiling panel.

He swiftly got to his feet, ducking left as a shot fired, cutting through his jacket. With a lunge forward, he slammed his hand down, disarming his opponent.

A blade kissed his throat from their other hand, and he looked down into the cold, wild eyes of Kit.

“It's me, sweetie,” he said breathlessly.

Kit blinked. Her hair was messy and dusty, falling out of its usual braid. She held herself strangely, almost curling forward as she gripped the blade.

“Prove it,” she snapped.

Red mist yanked the blade from her grasp, pulling her into his arms. Sylus let just enough power through to make his eye glow without invading her thoughts. “How's that?”

She hissed in pain, grabbing his jacket to steady herself. “That works,” she grit out. “Someone had a doppelganger evol here. They looked like Evan, our diagnostics head.”

Sylus swore, thinking of the nervous man he'd spoken to before. “He might have made it out. I just spoke to Evan before we entered. Are you alright?”

Kit shook her head. “Took a piece of rebar to the side. I didn't have the luxury of keeping it stuck in there, there were people trying to kill me. How did you of all people not notice Evan?”

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Occasionally things do escape me, kitten. It's harder to tell when the man in question is always sweating like he's in a sauna.” He glanced at her sidelong. “Speaking of, you bring up a good point. What's to say you aren't a doppelganger? A good one, but one nonetheless.”

She reared back, offended. “Excuse you! Are you implying my fighting is on the level of any average person?”

Sylus smirked. “Your ability with firearms does leave something to be desired.”

“You motherfu- eep!” Kit squeaked as Sylus picked her up, his arm settling neatly under her bottom. She clung to his shoulders as a scarlet flush swept across her skin.

He chuckled. “There's that beautiful full-body blush. No imposter after all.”

“If I survive this,” Kit snapped, “I'm going to do my best to choke you out.”

“I look forward to it.” He stepped out of the room, grabbing his radio. “Twins, can you read me?”

The radio crackled for a moment before a reply came through. “Loud and clear, boss. Has mama bird been located?”

“I take it back,” Kit muttered. “I'm killing them first, and then you.”

Sylus smiled at that. “Mama bird is with me, yes,” he replied, his eyes crinkling at the murderous glare she shot his direction. “We're exiting the building now. Withdraw and rendezvous at South Tower.”

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Note: Ahahaha. Our last one is Omegaverse. That's flustering and fun. This one's less suggestive, mostly due to the fact that I was jotting down headcanons for Omegaverse AU and it turned into mini fics. So this one is Zayne and Kiri.

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For some reason, the universe decides to bless Kiri with the worst possible heat to go along with her myriad of health problems.

In the week leading up to it, she feels exhausted and sick, throwing up food easily and sleeping poorly.

Previous doctors have told her that it's because she has an extremely high hormone production rate, and it means she's extra fertile.

That she should be grateful.

She had to hold herself back from strangling them.

It also means she can't take suppressants.

Zayne, at least, is sympathetic. Even long before they begin a relationship, he reaches out through his connections to find her hormone specialists, people who can help her manage her symptoms.

And after they start dating, well.

He spoils her rotten.

Zayne can only really take the week of her heat off, with how vital he is to operations in Akso Hospital. However, the clean house, fresh linens, and hot food he gets for her goes a long way towards helping.

She always tries to protest his help after his shift is over, stating that he already works enough.

He just does it anyway. All her plushies get scented, her favorite pastries are bought, and her extra expensive jar of tea is left out by a new mug on the kitchen island.

She could just cry from how sweet he is.

When her heat strikes, it's similar.

Kiri becomes very particular about her nest, only choosing the most recent articles of clothing he's worn. She gets exhausted very quickly, and Zayne purchases scent blocking candles to light throughout the entire apartment.

(He's seriously considering how much it would be to get a house outside of the city. If he catches another Alpha lingering at his doorstep or below his balcony window, he's going to break his doctor's oaths on purpose)

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Thanks for reading, and have a good Tuesday!

[myconetted]

more tumblr meta in response to @alliered's post here

be warned: i am inarticulate yet verbose

on volunteer work

Tumblr has around 200 full-time employees. As of 2019, it looks like it had 16 million monthly active users. Two hundred people is just not a lot of people to run a social media site, which has to follow regulatory requirements and do moderation and all that shit. Volunteer work is going to happen and you can't really get around it. That's how scrappy teams operate.

Is tumblr chaotic? Yes. Could it stand to be more organized? ...Maybe? I remember the glassdoor reviews saying it was total cowboy culture and you were mostly left to your own devices. @jv (who works at tumblr) has also commented in late 2022 that tumblr is still very decentralized and you're encouraged to ask forgiveness rather than permission.

I don't work at tumblr so I have no idea how much of a problem this is, but it's worth remembering the point I made earlier: you can reduce chaos and thrash by adding process at the cost of making everything slightly slower. For tumblr specifically, since it's a remote team distributed across timezones, requiring people to come to meetings to make decisions can make things a lot slower because there will only be a few hours in the day that everyone can attend a meeting and limited overlapping waking hours. You're in the US and you wanted to ask your manage in the UK about whether you need to work on X or Y? Hopefully you asked in the morning, because your 2pm is their 10pm!

When you have a small enough team where everyone is very senior, it can actually be a huge productivity boost to do things in a pretty ad-hoc way. I personally have witnessed the transition from a ~70 person org to a 150-200 person org, and at 70 people we didn't need internal newsletters or super-fancy ticketing systems or dedicated project managers. Everyone knows everyone and can just ping each other directly. At 150-200 people, that starts to break down, and you get into situations where two teams might be working on very similar things without knowing.

Maybe that's something tumblr could do better, but it's also the type of thing that requires a shitload of concerted effort to get right: the worst thing you could do is introduce a bunch of middle management who end up wasting more time than they save because they don't have enough background information or technical expertise.

new features

also for bug fixing and new features.... the thing is that many users speak more on NOT wanting so much time spent on what seem like weightless updates when we want more focus in issues that have existed for weeks, months, and even years.

I think this point is really important for understanding a lot of the recent changes around tumblr that have occurred basically ever since it got acquired by automattic. Here's the bottom line: tumblr is not profitable and never has been. That means everything tumblr has been doing until now is not enough.

Tumblr needs more users and it needs to get more money from those users, or it dies. That's it.

The easiest and most reliable way to make money is to serve ads, serve a ton of them, and let advertisers pay more to target specific user demographics with their ads. In 2022, 90% of twitter's revenue was from ads. But tumblr's owners and staff don't want to do that, so they're exploring other options.

Which is why you've been seeing new features you didn't ask for: tumblr needs users, tumblr needs money; if the current features aren't cutting it, then they need to find some new features that will. Some features like the "live" thing are an attempt to get more users and/or engagement, to lure people in from other platforms like tiktok and instagram who are into that kind of thing. Other features, like the checkmarks and badges and merch, are more directly about getting money.

You may not like non-chronological timelines, but users coming from other platforms haven't had to curate their own feeds for like a decade now and just have no idea how to do that--tumblr offers recommendation-based feeds because it's empirically successful and helps you retain users. So you can see they're trying a lot of different things right now.

You might be wondering why this has only started happening within the last two or so years even though automattic acquired tumblr in late 2019. If public statements are worth anything, it's because they spent the first couple years rebuilding a shitload of backend infrastructure, probably paying down a ridiculous amount of technical debt, in order to make the platform stable and flexible enough for staff to work on a bunch of new features at once without worrying about extreme jank or bringing the whole platform down because someone removed a load-bearing print statement.

spam bots

Matt, CEO of automattic and the guy who's currently running tumblr as his highest priority, said last year that tumblr would need 2 million users to buy ad-free browsing in order to offset tumblr's running costs. At $40/yr, that's $80m annually to keep the lights on for tumblr.

EDIT: Here's a post from another staff member who breaks this down in a lot more detail and explains the motivation for the Live feature.

Fighting spam is just a notoriously difficult problem that no one has solved. The current situation mainly boils down to: get rid of all the spambots, or avoid accidentally banning real users. Pick one. That's it! To put this into perspective, neither Facebook nor Twitter have figured it out either. And they're both huge compared to tumblr, not just in terms of headcount but also in terms of the engineers they attract: we're talking about the combined efforts of hundreds of smart engineers who have tons of resources to tackle this problem. They haven't figured it out. In 2019 when tumblr was acquired by automattic, it had a total of 200 employees, whereas twitter had 4,900 and facebook/meta had 45,000. All things considered, I think tumblr's doing a pretty good job both in their automatic detection and their reporting system.

This is also one of those areas where people will be very tight-lipped about the specific things they're doing to fight spam, and for good reason. Fighting spam is a constant battle where each side is updating their strategies and trying new things. I don't know if you've noticed, but these spambots come in waves (at least that's how I've experienced it). The influx of spambots come in, tumblr figures out how to prevent and ban them, the spammers figure something else out, a new wave comes in, rinse and repeat. Making public posts about how the spambot detection works is a great way to tell spammers how to evade detection.

would finding a way to make the sign up process more difficult for spam bots be able to clear up resources elsewhere?

Yes, making sign-ups harder can make it more difficult for spammers to make accounts. But it also makes it harder for people to sign up. And again, tumblr can't really afford to add friction to the sign-up flow, because friction means losing potential users, and tumblr needs users. Also you would be surprised how easily spammers are able to circumvent these kinds of things so you end up in a state where you have fewer user sign-ups but the bots are still everywhere.

user feedback (tickets)

I mostly ran out of energy at this point but with respect to whether or not staff knows about things users want and how they're keeping track: that's what the ticketing system is for! That's why cyle keeps telling people to make tickets! The support tickets are how tumblr staff keep track of problems users are having and feature requests. Those tickets are connected to a ticket tracker where they can keep track of spikes in user requests and bugs and spam bots. I know it sounds stupid and it sounds like they're just telling you to put your suggestions directly into the trash, but that's actually the for-real tracking system they use for monitoring bugs and feedback. Everything else, like the various official and personal blogs, are because they're passionate about making some of this stuff visible to users.

So yeah they could maybe make portions of their internal tracker more public so users can see what tumblr is prioritizing, but that introduces its own problems, up to and including making the tracker less useful to staff. (I don't know if you've ever seen the chromium tracker. It's a nightmare.)

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anyways tldr:

money hard without ads

tumbler need money and probably has to get this money without a significant headcount increase (not sure how much runway automattic has, but it's probably less than in 2019 because of the pandemic and the econony and all)

maybe tumblr could benefit from more internal process and organization but it's really hard to say as an outsider

otherwise i think it's kinda hard to ask staff to do more than what they're already doing cause they're doing a lot rn

don't let that stop you from giving them feedback, because even when you feel like all your feedback is going into a black hole whenever you open a support ticket, that's actually how they track these things. nothing screams user feedback like 300 new tickets in the queue about the same thing and they actually have to close those things out

i really didn't appreciate that last bullet point until i started working at a company with a product. users would ping individual engineers about things being busted and it's always like DUDE you're supposed to email support so it actually gets seen!! otherwise it's just hanging around in someone's inbox!

[cathkaesque]

Year in review, cathkaesque wrapped

Completed Very Big Very Cool Farmworker Report, which I'm still super pleased about. Everything I proposed was completed.

Went to Morocco for Very Big Very Cool international gathering

Basically completed transition - got all my documents in order, 2 years HRT, laser hair removal in process. I can take or leave srs so I'm basically exactly where I want to be now

Got asthma and celiac diagnoses - my lungs are better, I can finally put on weight, but my reflux issues are unfortunately uncurable (hiatial hernia)

Relatedly, spent most of February scrubbing black mould off my walls

Looking back on it, from mid-Feb/March I had an extremely bad mental breakdown that took up a good chunk of the year to recover from. Combination of all my work being due and none of it being done around March, huge trans panic in the press, trying to get all my documentation in order because the panic in the press scared the hell out of me, serious relationship issues...it was very bad. I had to move back in with my parents for much of the year while I sorted my shit out

Broke up with my bf but we got back together - the time apart sucked so bad and made us both extremely insane and unwell but it forced us to rectify serious ongoing issues in our relationship rather than letting them fester. I feel we've emerged from it stronger and things are going better than they ever have before so that is pretty wonderful. I just wish I could've resolved these things in a less dramatic, less damaging way.

Went on a lovely holiday in South Wales, and also a little weekend break in Kent

Drove 1250 miles in about 2 weeks

Went to my first festival (do not want to do that again, I hate the West)

Relatedly, wrote off my car because I was very tired from driving that much. I don't miss the responsibility of driving or owning a car at all, and I'm saving tonnes of money, but I really miss the ability to go on little trips to obscure places

Went to London a million times for work meetings

Sadly a lot of the international union work I've been involved with over the last few years has collapsed due to infighting in the international organisation. You have a situation where both the workers' union in Spain and one of the employer unions are affiliated to the same international organisation. The employer union is a lot bigger and unsurprisingly this is too unstable a mix to function and they reacted in a way that broke the rural workers' work I have been involved in. I am very pissed off as the result was issues the workers union really needed to be addressed never got looked at and someone who was very, very dedicated to the cause got forced out of their position because of it. Disgusted. I invested so much of myself into that work so I am trying to decouple my political activism from my work life to prevent this from happening again.

At the same time I had similar issues within my own workplace, especially after larger farmers' organisations reacted strongly against my report. I ended up having a big meeting with lots of them where I performed okay despite having a panic attack prior to it. So hopefully that will have been dealt with now.

Managed to have a healthier relationship to weed which is good

I got super into Flames of War and I'm really enjoying that, I love the models and painting my little guys has been so much fun.

But yeah. All in all a super, super hard year, especially the first 8 months of it, but this was due to overdue problems that needed to get solved, and they got solved. I hope things will be easier next year.

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

There's posts about more sincere and more immediate and far more personally impacting problems to make right now... But this has been eating at me for days...

Since new years I had been debating telling my sister I go by he/they pronouns now, because I got a very passive aggressive "she lives" when I texted her happy birthday and merry x-mas [our birthdays are mid November and I wasn't expecting a response, I don't remember when she texted, but she's decidedly been the one not returning my texts, not the other way around, I have only texted her to say happy birthday or merry x-mas for years now, but ignore that for now]

Whatever, she seems to have finally accepted that she's allowed to text me and call me, but not know where I live or verbally abuse me AND that she's actually still going choose to talk to me. [She's allowed not to, I was only texting her because last I heard she wanted to talk to me and just wasn't responding, the last conversation we had was amicable and then I got dead air since fighting with mom]

So she's sent me all these pictures of her life to show off to me and pictures of the kids, and I am relieved she didn't use pronouns when referring to Obi at all, and that Obi looks like a boy in the clothes and haircut in the photos, because I am pretty sure Obi is trans and my sister had previously been with a really transphobic dickhead.

But there was no definitive acknowledging of gender and I FELT like she should have super heard from my mother [who lives with her now] that I do not use she/her pronouns. My mother has only been paying lip-service to being anything but transphobic all along.

So I'm like... the 4th of january and I'm like "hey, btw I use they/them or he/him now"

She just says 'okay'

Like cool. No biggy. I'm starting to wonder if I can ask for Obi's pronouns without starting shit...

She texts me all these photos of this gambling game, saying "i think I won XD"

And basically the whole conversation becomes me very cautiously asking questions while trying not to sound like I am judging her at all, to figure out how bad this is... Because if my sister senses judgement from me at all, her RDS will kick in and she'll clam up and not speak to me anymore.

So I cautiously ask her if she knows how much money she put into it.

She says 1k. But she says she's won 3-4k, despite not being able tot give me exact numbers.

Cautiously, I try to point out that if gambling apps were designed to just let you multiply your money long term, they would go out of business... Because the screen grabs imply this is something she plays often, like all the time, and she says she's chasing out money consistently...

I say that isn't really how gambling works and she's just like "Uh that's literally how it works"

I try to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it's a game you play against other people and there's skill involved so it isn't just 'random' chance in a digital algorithm they control against the company taking your money, right? Like she's more clever than people give her credit for maybe she's just good at it???

I look it up.

It's slots.

It's a slots game.

The only responses I get from her now sound like she's trying to advertise this casino game to me.

I could hope her phone has been hijacked by a bot but the thing is I know she's like this.

She's always ended up in terrible debt over starry eyed notions about how money and systems work.

And I want to talk her into actually tracking, penny by penny, what she is putting in vs getting out of this, and that is not going to happen.

And I WANT to point out that if she put the money in a high interest savings account instead, she would have way more by now with no risk... But if I show off that I have saved up over 10k on a disability pension by being frugal with money, or if I point it out to my mom who constantly indulges shopping addictions because she says "there's no point trying to save up the man won't let us get ahead." ... I just fucking know that the next time they are in some kind of financial situation they'll be looking at my bank account and telling me that if I wasn't an asshole I'd be helping them out, and I just do not want to deal with that. I know that would piss me off so bad that I really will never speak to them again no matter what and with any boundary in place.

They already aren't allowed to know what city I live in.

Like "Hey sis so I am trans" ... "Okay check out my gambling addiction" ... WHERE DO YOU GO WITH THAT?

My mother fucking lives with her now and they SAY they are getting along, but I want to know what my mom fucking thinks of this... But I am not speaking to my mom again after last time, at least for a fucking while.

It's like she's trying to shove everything she can in my face to get me to say something that sounds judgemental or like tough love so she can justify her beliefs that I hate her.

How do you GENUINELY believe that mobile slot games are designed for you to quadruple your money on a regular basis?

I keep thinking maybe she's changed, or grown up a little or matured, or learned something... And then she's yelling insults at me because I tried to point out the flaw in a judgement call like this.

[thewritersofdeceased]

BEFORE I POST THIS, HERE ARE SOME LITTLE THINGIES TO KNOW.

NEWSIES FANDOM ; ROMEO STORY ; FIRST PERSON POV ; TW: $UICIDE(NOT ROMEO.) ; THE RED IS ALL PARTS OF THE JOURNAL.

THIS STORY IS WRITTEN WITH MY VERSION OF WRITING ROMEO. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT THINK ANY OF THIS IS CANON. ME AND MY FRIEND ALSO WRITE NEWSIES RP'S TOGETHER.

ALL OF THIS IS ENTIRELY FICTION, NONE OF IT HAS HAPPENED.

SEPTEMBER 18th, XXXX.

JOURNAL ENTRY ONE!

To whoever finds this ; Hello! 

I don’t know what to write here… but! My dad said I should get into writing! I don’t have very… nice handwriting, so it’ll be difficult to read these when I’m older! Hopefully I find these when I’m older. Dad said writing would be fun, so I hope it is! It’s not like it’s gonna help me in the future, but he claims it will! It’s just me, him and my mom right now! Which is AWESOME! We have such a nice house, and we just officially moved into a family home in New York! Well- Manhattan, but that’s okay! They keep talking about school, which I REALLY DO NOT WANNA GO TO! It just doesn’t… seem fun. Staying home all day and learning how to dance with my mom? That sounds like WAY MORE FUN!

This was from years ago. When I first came to New York from… I can’t even remember. I wish I knew what had actually happened. Here, before I even go on. My name’s Romeo. I’m a Junior in highschool in Manhattan. I’m an only child, currently trying to help my dad out with whatever I can. It’s a long story. I’d rather allow the events to play out themselves than explain it. It’s difficult now. I wish I knew how everything would play out. It’s not fair when something goes wrong. These were from when I was below ten. Or maybe this WAS when I was ten. The year is scribbled out, but the handwriting is messy. I always had messy handwriting, no matter what. 

OCTOBER 28th, XXXX.

JOURNAL ENTRY TWO!

To whoever finds it again ; WOOO! 

It’s HALLOWEEN WEEKEND!! The best time of the year! This time? My mom, dad and I are matching! We’re going as supervillains! You can guess who I am! I know, I know, you can’t really answer me, can you! Well, to sum it up for yaaa, I’m going as the Joker! My mom’s doing Catwoman, which makes a lot of sense if you ask me! Mom’s super flexible! I wish that one day I’ll be as flexible as her! My dad’s being Batman, which is weird because Batman’s not a supervillain! He’s a hero! Mom’s being all silly, but that’s the best part about it all! 

If only I fucking knew. I held the old journal tightly in my hands, as if dropping it would erase all the memories. Sitting on the carpet, the room is freezing. It’s December. Always the coldest time of the year. I hated it. There was no point for Christmas anymore. Not after finding out what happened. Back in these journals? Rereading them, I felt like I was just a little kid again. Like it was back in the early 2000’s, when I thought everything was just okay. When I dreamt and wished I could be a superhero to save everyone. How badly I wish I could go back.  The sounds of footsteps is what had caught my interest, alongside with a knock to my own bedroom door. “Come in.” My tone remained empty, like I was shattered over something so stupid. 

The door opened and the hallway’s light beamed in. I had my LED’s on a certain shade of blue, not too bright yet not too dark. The voice of my father spoke. “Get to bed, Romeo. You have school in the morning.” Right. School. The place where I could act like everything was okay. That place didn’t care about the kids that went there, but about the reputation it held. It wasn’t like they cared. Hell, I remember hearing a kid almost died in the bathroom with pills. That school didn’t care. They just wanted money to support it. For the students to hold the reputation up high so nobody could get in. It was pathetic if you asked me. So, I’d only hum in response to my father’s voice, watching the shadows before the bright golden light of the hallway disappeared. To bed, I guess. Just to repeat the same day over and over again. 

DECEMBER 30th, XXXX

JOURNAL ENTRY THREE.

To whoever finds this ; I don’t know what to do. 

I don’t know if I wanna live here anymore. It’s been a couple of months, I’m still fourteen. A fourteen year old shouldn’t have to go through this. Dad says… mom went somewhere for a vacation. I don’t believe that. I know he’s lying. His voice was cracking when he told me. He sounded on the verge of tears. Like one wrong word and the tears would fall straight down his face. Mom was gone. She wasn’t here anymore. She left. I couldn’t blame her. Life’s been rough recently. They’ve been arguing a lot. He’s threatened to move back home. Back to… wherever the hell we’re from. I don’t care. This isn’t my problem. A fourteen year old shouldn’t have to deal with the loss of his mother. I’ve cried so much that I can’t even cry anymore. I have no one. No friends to comfort, nobody to distract me. Nothing  to keep me from running away. Maybe I could. That’d be best if you asked me. I’ll keep on updating. See how far I get.

God. I was a stupid kid my Freshman year.  Only three months in and I already wanted to run away. Now as I sat in my bed, continuing to read this journal, everything struck through my mind. As if I was struck with lightning or something stupid. My whole freshman year was dumb. Besides meeting my group of idiots. Thank god for them. They got me out of my dark abyss I was stuck in for months on end. I’m just glad they did. Or I would’ve joined her by the time Summer hit. Which I really, REALLY wanted to do at that time. 

JANUARY  2ND, XXXX

JOURNAL ENTRY FOUR.

To whoever finds this ; I didn’t get very far. 

I didn’t get very far when it came to running away. My dad made a missings person poster only a day after. I didn’t go to school, didn’t go to any place that was of huge public eyes. But that’s difficult. Especially with cops everywhere. Now I’m stuck under my dad’s watch. That’s so much fun. He took away my phone. He thought social media was encouraging my run away too much. It didn’t. Then again, I don’t blame him. It’s terrifying losing your wife and then your kid hours apart. It was a difficult thing. A difficult way to show that you cared. This years going to hell. It’s only the second day of the year, but it’s late. Around eleven right now. It’s only been three days. I gotta get some sleep. Even with the nightmares. I can’t be doing this all nighter shit for weeks on end. Goodnight for now. Wish it was for a while. 

Ever since this, I don’t think I’ve written in the journal for a long ass time. Not like I wanted to after her death. I could burn this journal if I wanted to, but it would get rid of any memories of my first writings. Or, I just tear those out and burn the rest of it. It’s been a long while. Fuck it. Blink carries lighters. I’ll ask him for one tomorrow.  Tonight? I just have to get through it. Or I’ll go and see Specs and the boys. Surely, they aren’t busy.  I mean, usually Albert and Blink aren’t. Same with Buttons and Jojo. Whatever, whoever’s not busy, I’ll bother. Everything’ll be fine. Hopefully. 

[starjxsung]

dear darling star <3 how are you?

i hope im not bothering you with this message

it’s been a while now and tumblr just doesn’t feel the same without you </3

i hope you’re doing good (both physically and emotionally)

i’ve been out of order lately because my life has been super hectic, so here’s the rundown till now:

i passed the semester with equal parts a’s and b’s (ngl the b’a hurt a bit bc it’s the first time in like 6 years i’ve gotten a b in a class😪 but im just glad that i made it)

my uni friends and i went out drinking to celebrate the semester being over( there were a lot of college students and we felt old af). we got so drunk that it was so weird for me but it was so fun to let loose for the first time in a loooooong time.

we just finished booking everything we needed for lolla and im a bit more excited now.

i’ve also been watching kdramas now (?!?) and im kinda addicted

bittersweet news:

i’ve also been a lot more proactive in donating to help palestine (i still donated monthly b4 but i’ve tried chip in a bit more lately, considering what’s been happening in rafah)

for the not so good news:

two stray cats that we haven’t been able to spay yet gave birth so there’s that. i love kittens, they’re the cutest but i always get so stressed at socializing them and/or finding homes for them because people are irresponsible af with their pets here but i can’t keep taking cats in without my cats and my other financial responsibilities being affected </3 i’ve been kinda guilty for the trip too bc of the money we’ve spent

my dad found a premature newborn kitten and it sadly passed away too </3

and, finally, i’m taking my masters’ comprehensive tests in two weeks and im terrified of failing them (i’ll update when i get the results so 🤞🏻).

i hope you’re doing well, what have you been up to? i hope you’re taking good care of yourself💜

(adding some life pictures too, look at the babies, look at my mom’s big ass piece of pizza and of course, i hope you still drink your iced coffee consistently <3)

i wish you the absolute best, always <3

sending you love wherever your are, whenever you are✨

sincerely,

🐈‍⬛

My love!!!!!! The love of my actual life. I was just thinking of you because skz posted they would be doing that little kitten interview thing (they did it for us and us only ‼️‼️) I’m so excited we get to see Jisung with kittens 😌

you’re NEVERRRR a bother with your messages. They’re absolutely the best part of all my days and I’ve been thinking of you so often while on my little break from the internet. First I am SO glad to hear you finished with a’s and b’s????? You should be so proud of yourself my love!!!!!! And you went out to celebrate, I hope you had the most fun everrrrrr 🥹🫶

my sister and I just got our lolla wristbands in the mail and it’s all starting to feel so real. I’m excited but also nervous??? As fuck??????? And I still have 2 Ateez shows before then I’ve done absolutely nothing to prepare for 🥲 it’s crunch time when I get back home frfr

also pls send all the kdrama recs as soon as physically possible !!!!!!

I’m so glad to hear you’re able to donate and be of help 🫶 I’ve been continuing to donate to save the children and participating in active boycotts. Tuning into the news every day is just so fucking heartbreaking. I’m so proud of everyone on here doing what they can and donating ❤️🍉 I love you so much

Also FEEL YOU on the kitten thing…. kittens are so so so much work and they stress me out so bad. One of my neighbors at my parents’ house once left behind their cat who gave birth in our shed and we has to care for the last kitten who survived (super tiny little premature baby) and even though we rushed her to the vet and watched after her for a few days, she passed 💔 that was the moment that I remember being like….. kittens are just so much more fragile than people think and difficult to care for. You did the best that you could :( thank you for being there for them regardless.

Also how did the comprehensive test go? (If you already took it) I hope you did so so amazing my love!!!!!!!!

I love you endlessly and I’m thinking of you always. Momo and I are rooting for you (even though she’s with my dad rn) and we hope you’re taking good care of yourself. All my love to you, always always always 💓💞💫🫶 I’ll be back properly very soon and in the meanwhile I’m sending you all my love from the middle of nowhere ! I hope it reaches you

[viscountessevie]

Do you think JQ cares at all at how her characters (and to an extent the actors too with the promo and stuff) are treated or does she only care about the money? I mean they already did huge changes and they will probably do more going forward. As an artist myself I would find it disheartening how something I created would be taken apart so much that it barely resembles my own work. And also how does she feel about all her fans response to the season 2 disaster? There was a lot of complaining on her insta posts about what they did to Kate and Edwina (especially on her video post about the sister soulmate stuff). Okay yes she signed off all rights, if one should do that is another debate (i wouldn’t ) but do you think she regrets it? Because it doesn’t feel that way. Makes me resent her a bit tbh.

Ask Dated: 31st July 2022

I can't quite remember what may have prompted this ask but probably them feeling the same way I felt about S2.

While yes Simone and Jonny's chemistry and some acting choices/scene and tone changes saved the season, I still felt robbed of my favourite lines and scenes from the book not being adapted. And of course how they massacred my favourite book family, The Sheffields/Sharmas. We really could have seen a healthy and loving Indian family of women instead we got the same toxic shit I grew up in.

Anyway, to answer your main question anon, I have a feeling the Netflix/Shondaland check was big enough for JQ to sell her soul and writer's integrity. If she did care, she hasn't shown it one bit. Or alternatively her lack of enthusiasm for Kate, The Sharmas and Kathony now that Kate is an Indian woman, can be a sign of expressing her disappointment in the colour blind cast. I mean before the show was announced (and old time Bton fans feel free to correct me), Kathony (and TVWLM) and Polin (and RMB) were her favourite couples and books to hype up. Ever since Simone was announced as Kate, she did the bare minimum talking about her and has ignored Kate in favour of her fave and only white tv couple (so far). So take what you will from that.

There are a few articles out here where JQ kind of does mental gymnastics to justify all the big changes to S2 which I thought were cop out answers. [Note: it is almost 4am as I am writing this and I am a little tired to find for her exact quotes but if I come across them I'll link at a later time but for now Google is your bestie!]

I did find that she stipulating that *only* the Pall Mall scene could not be changed at all, really dumb in hindsight. Because the way they shot and edited that scene was super lame (there was barely any tension visually - Jimone was carrying the tension and rivalry of the scene and match) and there was SO MANY MORE important scenes and characterisations that made TVWLM so popular and beloved and nothing else mattered to her???

I will admit; while I LOVE the OG Bee Scene, I liked the new one too. I just wish they had gotten married earlier. Also of course the new accident scene is superior. But it still does not make up for how badly they fumbled the Sharmas, cutting out their backstories and then giving away an whole useless hour to the Featherflops. DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE TWO WEDDINGS THAT WEREN'T EVEN KATE'S!!!

I really wanna know how much she was paid to just go along with everything because even Rick Riordan was able to express his disdain with the Percy Jackson movies!! I think at this point, its safe to say its enough money to make her turn a blind eye to all the horrid changes and not regret anything. It even is enough to make her eat her words about not being able to write characters of colour (will expand more in the next ask) but now suddenly after all these years, she can write a romance novel centred on a Black heroine. I guess characters of colour are only worth writing if she can profit off them. It makes me resent her too anon. 

[supreme-burrito]

Since Obey Me is on trending I guess I can give my initial thoughts about it since I’ve went through the first chapter already.

I am so out of touch with the new Tiktok thing

I really hope that the rhythm game continues to be based on skill first and card power second because I swear to Michael if there is a power creep that requires money I will quit.

I say this because I’m pretty decent when it comes to basic rhythm games. I got all S’s and a few perfects in the first chapter.

The new Wandering mechanic is very cute

On that note I guess I should talk about the characters and the plot (so far). I only got to level 50ish in the lessons on Obey Me so I don’t know the full story but Nightbringer (NB) did a decent job covering those bases with what I can only assume (I will have to do the opening again on another account) is having two completely different openings play out depending on what answer you have to Barbatos at the beginning when he shows you this photo

I said ‘no’ and got taken down a path of amnesia until Solomon showed up and told me how everything at the end of Obey Me went down and this is where I went ‘haha WHAT THE FUCK’

1. Apparently MC currently is a demon with magical powers who is Solomon’s apprentice which brings up so many questions about the sorcerer’s society that popped up in Chapter 3

2. Solomon has a pact with Barbie and can just travel through time (yes, I will continue to refer to Barbatos as Barbie). So he DEFINITELY has his hands shoved deep into the pie of the plot. He’s probably also the reason of why King Yama is not around. (No school, no MC, no shenanigans) Also if it can be inferred from the opening, Solomon’s had a pact with Barbie first (aka this whole time) and Asmo is literally his side hoe.

3. Lucifer is definitely a lot less…strict? But he does tell us that he has severe trust issues at the end of Chapter 1 and doesn’t even trust us. Lucifer has always had a lot of trust issues but depending on how we re-activate our pacts and how the scene is playing, I can only guess that Lucifer is gonna be first and Satan is gonna be last. Like, we just pulled up to the club and Diavolo is making me and wittle Wucifer founding members of his soon to be demon school, which Lucifer has a valid point that since we just got here that we. cannot. be. trusted. Diavolo says he has a sixth sense that we are chill and makes us the brothers’ “attendant” aka demon babysitter and we are forced to live with Solomon in an abandoned building when he shows up.

3.1. On a side note, since the game is super meta with returning players knowing all the undertones of the current events of Nightbringer (Lucifer being in a pact-like status with Diavolo on account of saving their lives when they fell and Lilith being “dead”). I’m very curious as to how this is all shared with us again. I will give the game back a point for making MC a demon because Belphegor would have murdered us on the spot if we were a human.

But that brings up another question: are we gonna be the ones who locks Belphie up in the attic and not Lucifer due to meta knowledge? Because the only way to unlock the attic door was by making pacts with six out of the seven brothers. Initially in OM, MC is very hesitant to do this. But with this possible speculation, it brings up so many questions. I get the devs did not see this oversight of time travel four years ago when they were making the original game, but please for the love of Michael at least keep the plot consistent, especially with all this meta knowledge returning players have at their disposal.

No seriously Mammon has already taken the credit card, I suggested to him that he hide it in the freezer and Lucifer liked that response.

4. When the game makes me a demon babysitter, it is to be assumed for all seven brothers. Lucifer says (and probably thinks) otherwise.

Consensual workplace relationship

5. RACISM

6. We’ve all been lied to. This is actually Henry’s origin story and he is the main character.

7. Satan is one angry little bitch. Currently at this point we have no clue as to why he is like this and I’m intrigued to find out how it is explained

Despite the micro transactions immediately getting shoved in my face right from the get go, I really really hope that it continues to be f2p friendly unlike the original game.

[scriberat]

You all know it. Police protect the status quo, possession is 9/10s of the law, money makes the world go round... Et cetera, et cetera, blah blah blah.

Powers don't make a difference on that, usually. A super strong dipwad with a busted building gets a hefty payout from the insurance, the building goes back up thanks to someone else's powers, insurance lines are drawn, it's all fine. Combat powers solve villainy problems and everyone involved gets paid.

Problem is, a lot of hospitals get overloaded with patients due to entire buildings being sunk out of the skyline. Healers aren't born too often, so we're pressed to keep up. And then there's the money leached from pockets to "rebuild." If a patient can't pay, they say, then they're doomed—and I'm not about that.

It makes me feel like Al Capone, y'know?

As the ICU clears, reports go up about another fight, practically on top of this one. A flier against fireworks. Explosions everywhere. No one is sure who's alive or dead. Another building is rubble and the rich are already licking their lips. The ICU is clear. As much as I wish I could move to the rest of the emergency wing, that battlefield needs me, a new, brief, short-lived ICU.

"I thought you would be here," a voice calls behind me. Under my hands is a young woman with her hair thrown from a tidy bun, her shoes missing and office blazer in disarray. She'd failed to evacuate. That's another thing I hate: insurance companies have leveraged having safety practices—evacuations, drills, fire extinguishers, top-model wheelchairs—as reason they're not responsible for your death if you're caught in a superfight. It's your fault if you're slow.

I turn to the speaker and raise an eyebrow. Flashy clothes, but muted, pointed, with small-barreled guns and mufflers. Assassin type. Healed a few here and there when missions go wrong. When he levels a gun at my head, I understand.

I don't charge. I don't ask questions. I see blood and set to work. I don't care about money. I do care about lives. I'm there for the slow ones.

"I've been sent to... take care of you," the assassin says, as the woman stirs. I stalk to the side, away from her and the rubble. My powers allow for nothing but healing, and I had always been accompanied by my older siblings until the eldest went missing.

"I see," I say.

"You've been using illegal tech for your healing," the assassin says, smirking. I point to the scooter I use to get around. It's fast, a gift from my sibling whom I was lucky to find again.

"Yes, I am," I say. I am. This scooter isn't certified, but it is safer than most any other I have known.

"And you're healing people without authorization."

"Aren't we all?" I ask. "Supers like ourselves are given the divine right of kings to do what we're able. That's why we have posters of the heroes."

"There are still laws."

"I don't give a shit about laws," I say.

"You should," the assassin replies. Bad at his job, I decide.

"Why?"

"Because America—"

"I'm not American," I interrupt. "American laws apply only so far as they aid my work."

It's true enough. I gave up nationality when I decided to save people on my own terms. Never disappointed my parents more and never been prouder of myself.

The assassin shrugs. "Doesn't matter to me. I'm collecting the bounty on your head today."

Ah, so that was why I wasn't dead yet. This one... is not an assassin after all. Thought amended. I wonder what his plan is. "You're hesitant. Why?"

The bounty hunter lowers his gun. "Why?" he asks me, quietly.

"Why do you ask me why?" I ask him.

"Why do you save everyone?" he asks.

"Not everyone. The ones I can reach. My parents raised me to save everyone and I..." My eldest sibling had cared so deeply for us, and it was when I saw families unite and thank me that I realized it. "I broke."

I shattered.

I no longer serve them.

"I hated being born for a long time, but these powers... Something intrinsic to me seeks to help and heal. This power aids that." I am a healer. The hunter lowers his gun completely, then looks at the rubble and purses his mouth.

"You able to lift all this?" he asks. I shake my head. My sibling's been able to help, but even that avenue has limits.

The hunter turns on a device, one I recognize. It finds people, an assistant to the jobs that require finding people. He seeks, we lift, I heal. The people I heal help. We get to as many as we can.

The bounty on my head has grown, but I can't say I care. In fact, I consider every dollar to be a life, and as it rises to a million with the work of my hands, I can't help but finally feel proud.

You are a supervillain with healing powers. The only reason you are labelled a supervillain because the American healthcare system is intimidated by you.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

1.2.25 Thursday--1 month and 1 week today of nana... But I know there is nothing impossible to a genuine prayer of a child of God...

7:05 am

Still,have windblow....

Done,doing the prayer vow... I hope the friends in the circle are responsible coz whatever power they have, it all came from one powerful being, our God...

This will be the saddest if some family members,some fakers friends? and mutually distant Chinese friends who can do the act of religious switching of soul they will not do coz they will plan a back-stab? I hope not ... I hope my old friends remember our friendship...

Still,thinking of my cousin-white on dubious, it really important to see him again and I don't know if the situation will let me, another sad thing in me.

About Daniel Marsh, I don't know where to reach him, I need someone to lean on these days and help me to investigate...

18 years already I hope the windblow will allow me to have new friends somewhere like on Daniel Marshm..

It's been 18 years, I can say I mature already... I wanna have some new twist in life, I hope something positive...

Will there be an arab man for me? Who can say I will lift you up coz you are stuck here for 18 years...

I badly need some new friends Daniel... Hating my cousin-white on Dubious, it is really an over-lapping thoughts on something...

8:24 am

Still,have windblow...

I went to Ate Ochie's store, just bought a coffee and what I have now are coins for coffee lattee...

Still, thinking of money and job and I wanna get a bf that I want... I wanna get a new friends...

On Araneta, I want to be with the real Araneta, what will happen only the people will reach me and they hate me, I know...

That's why I have to go in with Daniel Marsh group,he will be my bf on his group. But I want women to stay and be decent. No kissing, no smacking on a joke way...

Here in this village are mixed people already some are pretending to be here but originally a Salitran people... Gets?

8:55 am

Still,have windblow...

Hero and I the fat man that I hated here from the past months we became ohkay when the time that we both bought a bbq there on Ate ( I forgot her name, Ate bbq owner )... I said oh! Hero we are both buying blood, right? I was happy and smiling at him. He said yeah! I'm buying blood bbq... We are good now...

9:04 am

Still,have windblow...

Done, watching the "the babysitter", imagine your babysitter is a satanic killer....

If you guys watch it you will see here that Bee ( the babysitter here) has a group but they are all demonic... That is not my leadership but I can kill...

I don't like Bee here coz she is the leader and she even kissed her gf/ friend on the movie as if they were real but when that gf accidentally shot by a policeman no one in the circle saves her... I hate a copy now angels in any organization...

I feel bitterish that I can't get a new circle like on my cousin-white on Dubious and Daniel Marsh on an another group but I got none!

I want Daniel Marsh to value the smacking even those 2 other people who kissed the tall guy and the sister of Will but I want us all to be decent when the time I'm gonna be with them...

I need a group for me Daniel, I need help here....I can't exist...

10:18 am

Still,have windblow...

For Lazadah people, this particular "Super Seven" seller is not real on me only? I ordered an important thing for my son-dog his eyedrops coz it is vital these days to prevent his eyes on any infection.... This "Super 7" seller in Lazadah open the box even the sealed of the bottle, it is obvious they changed the inside liquid...

I asked a refund for this from my friend2x Holden and he did...

This one this has sealed I just opened this... Even the bottle was sealed intact... The box has plastics sealed,I just opened it. I bought this from

LAZMALL!

10:43 am

Still,have windblow...

I switched to brand Cassiel Pet on Lazmall... for pet tear stain & irritation...

I used the refund money....

10:56 am

Still,have windblow...

My baby has a stress he is having right eye twitching and excess tears... I'm worrying so much coz I can avoid to visit vet these days... I wanna bring him healthy and saying hi to his vets....

I'm broke these days... Again,there is prayer but we still need to follow the mechanism of life flow on earth with faith and good heart...

11:12 noon

Still, have windblow...

This Uncle Jun can access this and someone knocked on the gate to pay his 479 parcel, I said all of my cash are out already today...Another red shirt group!

The face of the red shirt delivery guy is I will kill you all!!! I will kill them as well!!!

12:09 noon

Still,have windblow...

I'm not selling myself but I have a value...

Daniel Marsh I need to talk to him on something...

I badly need a group for consistent meeting...

12:21 noon

Still,have windblow...

Thanks, Crysette for the fish sour and salty...

4:16 pm

Still, have windblow...

Continuosly fakers sad story of some family members like biological mother planning to kill my nana... My nana is still on NGT how can she say that they will bring here in the house with no organization...

Someone in the family and some fakers friends are in the ritual,angels...

4:50 pm

Still,have windblow...

I need a hero!!!

7:45 pm

Still,have windblow...

Waiting for 8 pm prayer vow for nana...

9:49 pm

Still,have windblow...

I feel panicky coz I'm out of fundings for our food in a lil while...

I can't get a bf that I want who can help me on money and I feel frustrated coz I want to have my own thing where I can have my own money...

Still, hating my cousin-white that I want them dead!

I don't know how to swe Daniel Marsh, I have windblow trap...

Will there be an arab man for me? Who will say I will lift you up literally and lifting you up ;)

[owenmodeste]

Day 10: Lazy Communication Will Not Help Bring About a World that is Best For All

How you do some things is how you do everything!

A pattern I see within myself is lazy communication, especially when it comes to people that I am close to, such as family members.

Not being intentional with my words, communicating in a way that is effective and respectful and that others can receive easily.

Telling instead of selling.

Selling is asking questions, using analogies, telling stories, etc.

That is effective communication, also with how your using and varying your tone and body language, like smiling.

Smiling while you talk goes a long way.

Using eye contact.

Laziness is such an easy thing to participate in.

And it can seep into anything that one does, even communication.

No one likes to be told what to do, people want to be sold what to do.

People love to buy but hate being sold.

What does it come down to? It comes down to care/caring.

CARE = Can All Remember Equality and Oneness.

Care is a reminder that we are all one, all others are me, you are me, I am you, we are one, branches from the same tree.

The tree of life.

The tree of humanity.

One big family, we've always been one big unhappy family and the unhappiness is worsening, if you're paying attention and you do not have your head in the sand.

Our collective goal is become one big HAPPY family and that is accomplished with #Desteni which presents the Equal Money System.

On a micro scale this is accomplished by each one of us effectively communicating the message

Communication is key.

Bringing it back to self:

I noticed that I have stopped communicating effectively out of laziness, our of giving up, stopping caring, I must get back to caring and really understand that if I can work on my communication, others lives can be saved/changed, I have a huge responsibility but I'm shirking the responsibility, I don't actually want the responsibility apparently.

Self-sabotage, the only one does not succeed is because of self.

One can go about the motions of something but if one is not being intentional within it, what's the point?

You're literally wasting time.

For example; one time I had to put together a night stand for our bedroom, I lazily put it together and it came out super wobbly and basically unusable, so I had to take the entire thing apart and put it back together again a second time when I could've just done it right the first time.

We can do the same thing for just about everything.

But certain things, you do not get as many chances as you want, sometimes you just have one chance and if you do not do it right, it's lost.

Doing your absolute best within everything you do, making sure you're trying your best to have the best outcome always. Being fully present. Being Self-Here.

Practicing being Self-Here.

Like with everything, it's a muscle, it must be worked out but if it is not ever worked out then it will obviously never hypertrophy.

It shall never build or grow.

It's just staying the same, and nothing actually stays the same, it's either growing or dying.

Let's get back to growing and not dying, back to life and not evil.

Evil is self-interest only.

Fuck everyone else, I'm just going to focus on me and me alone.

What if your heart did that?

What if your lungs did that?

What if your brain did that?

All our organs work synchronistically in order for the human body to function, all of us are one part of the world body but we are not in sync thus look at the world, is it functioning optimally?

Self-Forgiveness

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to be lazy in some things which means I'm being lazy in everything.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to not push the envelope because pushing the envelope means to get outside my comfort zone.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to be lazy with my communication with others.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to tell instead of sell.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to give up before I try.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to judge others for just being cogs in the machine, meanwhile I'm pretending not to be just another cog in the machine and acting as if Im better than others which is (false) superiority which is inequality.

Judge not lest ye be judged, all judgment is (actually just) self-judgment.

If I was not just another cog in the machine, I would be effectively communicating and sharing the solution to our collective problem.

Which starts with education.

Self-Commitment

I commit myself to really be intentional about the way I communicate and I have plenty of opportunity to practice and improve.

I commit myself to show my improvement/change in my communication.

I commit myself to remember Equality and Oneness.

I commit myself to CARE.