#THIS IS YOUR FAULT ARTISTS!!!!/j

[moldypoff]

*dreamy sigh* Everything reminds me of him…

[test123aee]

"Tessa.. you can rest now.. you did everything you could do even though you couldn't save them"..

[mossy-paws]

Cutiespace (PHIGHTING!)

The bubblegum bitch at his finest

[deathianartworks]

Okay, I know that one person's opinion on this ain't gonna change anything, however I'd like to put my two cents out there anyway?

See, first of all, it's genuinely fascinating to me that most of the people claiming it as one aren't physically disabled themselves? As someone who has got a physical disability that regularly impacts if I can create my art, it's kinda rude for able-bodied people to say that 'it means disabled people can finally make art too' because it shows that they evidently believe we're all incompetent and haven't actually done even a quick Google search for any disabled artists? (If you do a quick Google search it comes up with loads of examples and I know there's also many on this website too, hi y'all)

We've been here the whole time, and saying that we either a) aren't disabled or disabled enough to count (ps. I have been told this before, in the disguise of 'well you're not that type of disabled person' which is woahh ableist as all hell but that's not the point of this particular mini essay haha) or b) don't exist entirely, completely erases all of the hard work, pain, time and dedication that we've put into creating art. There are also some disabled people who are also claiming this, I know, and for them in particular I have to ask 'why?' why do you think that being disabled inherently means that you are both incapable of creating something yourself and makes it okay for you to steal from others? Because that's what AI 'art' is, it's theft, and it impacts disabled artists too!

Now, there may be some people that don't try to make art because of their disability, as I said previously, however it's never impossible.

Take Alison Lapper for example, who I originally found via the mouth and foot painting artists association website when doing research back in 2021 (all quotes and facts for this will come from her personal artist website linked below however, along with any other websites that I used to research this)

Alison Lapper is a disabled artist that has 'no arms and shortened legs' and obtained an first class honours degree in fine art by drawing entirely with her mouth. She also is a photographer and appears on television regularly, both on her own documentaries and as the director of 'no body's perfect' (which was on the BBC in 2015). Her entire portfolio of work shows the ways that disabled artists can still create and express themselves while still working with their disabilities. Saying that AI art is justified because disabled people can't make art because they're disabled completely takes away from all of the work that she's done as an artist.

Following on from there, take Henri Matisse for another example. Henri Matisse is more of a household name, most famous for his nude paintings and is named by the Tate as 'commonly regarded, along with Pablo Picasso, as one of the artists who best helped to define the revolutionary developments in the visual arts throughout the opening decades of the twentieth century, responsible for significant developments in painting and sculpture.'

Matisse was not born disabled however was limited to a wheelchair or his bed after an abdominal surgery, it's stated in Henning Zeidler's PubMed article 'Henry Matisse's medical history: multiple health problems and impact on creativity' (a bit words and this is very quote heavy but stay with me here okay) that 'Books, biographies and illustrations often show the artist in a wheelchair or in bed, producing cut-papers with a pair of scissors or painting with a specially extended brush.' This beautifully shows how disabled artists find ways to continue creating while working alongside their boundaries and differing capabilities. The 'specially extended brush' and working from his bed or his wheelchair? Those are wonderful examples of accessibility tools used to create art.

Being disabled doesn't automatically make it so that you are unable to create art. It may make it so that you aren't able to create art in the conventional, able-bodied ways. But stealing from artists, using AI technology to generate an amalgamation of others work without their consent is not the way to go.

On a much smaller level, I'm gonna speak about my experiences as a disabled artist. For context, I have hypermobility and dyspraxia (and some mental disabilities but that's not the focus here) which massively affects my joints and coordination. The doctors who diagnosed me told me that I will not be able to draw, write or any other fine motor skills like those, as well as someone who does not have these. From a hypermobility side, my shoulders are constantly at risk of dislocation if I put any strain on them and my wrists/fingers have a nasty habit of locking up after extended use due to my joints not being connected properly. I have had tendonitis many times over the last decade due to this, which, when mixed with a career and education pathway that entirely revolves around shoulder, wrist, finger mobility and having good hand-eye coordination, leaves me with some nasty side effects and having to alter my work style to work with my disability.

If you take a look at my work, you'll probably notice that none of it has defined lineart, I paint outside of the lines and it's typically made out of shaky lines instead of broad strokes. Due to my disabilities, I am unable to draw a fully straight line, the lines don't always end up where I intended them to and if I try to do completely clean lineart in any reasonable time (I don't have the time to spend hours and hours on each drawing sadly), my wrists will lock up and be unusable (despite me using a support) and my shoulders will ache. Not great when I have a part-time job and a life to keep up with as well as my art haha.

Anyway, I'm starting to ramble, my point is, all of these artists have one thing in common besides being disabled. All of us, no matter how famous well off we are, use disability aids and different methods of creating that work with our disabilities without needing to steal from others. I don't know how to wrap this up neatly rn because I'm writing this at 20past midnight here in the UK but yeah,

Tldr: AI 'art' is still theft, fuck ableists and thieves, disabled artists you rule, keep doing your thing.

Peace out

Websites cited:

im gonna be completely honest i do not understand the argument that ai art could be an accessibility tool

and i feel like people on both sides of that discussion get weirdly inflammatory about it so i can't form any opinions because no one is explaining it they're just yelling about it

[ladykailitha]

Sweet Home Indiana Part 1

Hello! And welcome to this fun little fusion that I came up with here. If anyone can find the post about gay legal troubles after gay marriage was legalized (I think was originally about polyamory divorces) let me know so I can link here, too.

Summary: Eddie is a successful tattoo artist in Seattle and is engaged to be married to Chrissy. Only there is one problem. Well, technically three. You see, back before the Supreme Court ruled that gay marriage was a right and not a privilege Eddie had gotten married in a couple of different states to different people. But now that's it's legal, he's a bigamist and he has to get his exes to divorce him. Which is easy enough for two of the three, not so much for the third. You see the third just isn't just any ex, it's the ex. Steve Harrington. So now he has to go down to Hawkins and try to convince the person he thought he was going to spend his life with to divorce him. Something much easier said then done, especially when Eddie finds himself falling back in love.

EDDIE IS GAY IN THIS BUT THERE ARE REASONS OKAY!

****

Eddie’s life was good. Let it be said that it was really good. He knew that. But he had regrets. Didn’t everyone?

He regretted how his band broke up. It wasn’t his fault, but he hadn’t seen the cracks when they had started to show. He hadn’t seen how tired Jeff was getting or how fucked Gareth was. He hadn’t seen that Brian was only phoning it in every night.

So when it all fell apart after a concert in Seattle, he was left holding the pieces of his band and his broken heart. He had gotten a job as a tattoo apprentice and had worked really hard to get his own chair.

He had friends. Good ones. Jeff had stayed in Seattle, too. Gareth had gone into rehab and had moved to a small village in the south of France. Brian had gotten married and moved back to Indiana where he became a teacher and lived a quiet life. The life he had always wanted.

Then there was Chrissy. He loved her so much. They had met when she came into the tattoo parlor to get a tattoo covered. She wanted to cover the name of her ex-boyfriend with a purple violet. Eddie had smiled at her when she asked.

It was some of his best work, if he was honest.

She was a legal assistant that had just gotten her paralegal degree and was trying to get a work visa.

She had come over to the USA from Barbados. A little island country in the Caribbean.

He didn’t know how she could stand living in damp Seattle after being born on sun-soaked shores under glistening palm trees. But Chrissy was adamant that she loved being in Washington where it rained almost all the time.

Eddie was on a mission. One that he had sworn to Chrissy that he would do today.

He walked into the county clerk’s office and applied for a marriage license for him and Chrissy.

“I’m sorry Mr. Munson,” the clerk told him, “but our records show that you have not one, not two but three marriages in three different states.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide.

“What?” He would remember that, surely.

“To a William Hargrove in Hawaii, a Thomas M. Hagan in New York, and Steven J. Harrington in Massachusetts,” the woman said, holding up her reading glasses in front of her face to read off the list.

“But those were only legal in the state they were preformed in, right?” he asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.

The woman shook her head. “Not since the Supreme Court ruled that it was legal for gays to get married. It’s cause a lot of trouble for a lot you people, let me tell you.”

Eddie knocked his knuckle on the counter and licked his lips. “Shit.”

She grimaced sympathetically. “I’m sorry, but before you can get a marriage license in the state of Washington, you’ll have to provide divorce decrees from all three of your exes.”

Eddie pounded on the counter this time with his open palm. “Thanks.”

He walked away and he heard her call out, “Next!”

Shit, shit, shit.

This was going to be hell, he could feel it.

****

Chrissy had fast food waiting for him when he got home from work.

“Did you get the license?” she asked, handing him his food and drink.

Eddie buried his head in his hands. “No, because stupid gay marriage legalization made all gay marriages legal, no matter what state you preformed them in.”

“Oh.”

She sat down hard. “So your three marriages suddenly count?”

“Yeah,” Eddie murmured. “I don’t even know where any of them are. Like I assume Steve’s still in Hawkins, because he’d never leave, but the other two? I have no fucking idea.”

She patted him on the shoulder and said, “We’ll find a way. The law firm has investigators on staff for this very reason. It might take a while, but we’ll find them.

Eddie nodded. “I’m sorry.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and sat down on his lap. “I’m not. You didn’t know. Otherwise you would have taken care of it when Obergefell v. Hodges went through the Supreme Court.”

Eddie nodded, but he pursed his lips, his hands up around her waist to hold her steady.

“Let’s just eat and I’ll start work on it tomorrow,” she murmured. “Okay?”

“Mmk,” he muttered.

****

Three weeks later, Eddie had in hand two of the three annulments. Billy had sent his back with a little note that said, “With pleasure.” Tommy had merely sent his back without comment.

That was a relief. He was no longer bound to either of those two assholes. He wasn’t even sure what possessed him to marry them in the first place.

Well, okay. He did. He was far away from home, lonely and willing to connect with anyone who would fuck him.

He was getting ready to call Chrissy to her the good news when the phone rang under his hand.

Eddie frowned at it for a moment, before he picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Eddie? Eddie Munson?” the familiar voice sounded through the cell phone.

“This is he,” he replied, still confused.

“If you want to divorce me, you asshole,” Steve spat, “then have the fucking courage to tell me to my face.”

“Steve?” Eddie asked, his confusion still there, but for a different reason now. How did he get his number?

“Yeah,” Steve hissed. “Remember me? The man you left for fame and fortune? How is that going, by the way?”

Eddie gritted his teeth. “You know full well we broke up, I know Dustin still talks to you.”

He could hear Steve snap his fingers. “That’s right. You broke up. And until you tell me to my face you want to do the same, you take your annulment and shove it up your ass.”

“Stevie...” Eddie pleaded.

“Don’t ‘Stevie’ me,” Steve growled. “Fuck you.”

And the phone went dead then Eddie turned his phone around to see that yes, Steve had disconnected the call.

“Fuck.”

****

Eddie called Chrissy with the news. Two yeses and a ‘fuck you’.

“All right, Ed,” she said. “There is more to this than you’ve been telling me, so you are coming over to my apartment with the annulments you got and you are going to spill. Capeesh?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” she huffed and then hung up.

Looked like today was hang up on Eddie day. He sat down at the table both annulments spread out in front of him and buried his head in his hands.

After a few minutes of allowing himself to break down, he picked up the papers and grabbed his keys, wallet, and cell phone.

Time to face the music.

****

Chrissy opened the door with a scowl, but softened when she saw how miserable Eddie looked.

He handed her the annulments and she put them her bag to take to work so that they could be filed with county clerk.

“Tell me about Steve Harrington.”

So Eddie did.

He told her about how they had bonded over a bunch of kids. Kids Steve had used to babysit, but once they got into high school came under Eddie’s wing as leader and DM of the D&D club called The Hellfire Club. How they had gotten together and when Massachusetts made it legal, him, Steve, Jeff, and Steve’s best friend Robin all drove out to Boston and Steve and he got married in a little court house.

“My Uncle Wayne was pissed he wasn’t there,” Eddie said. “But it was spur of the moment thing. We drove all night and got there that afternoon. We put on little suits and let the judge say his words.”

“That sounds sweet, so what happened?”

He let out a shuddering sigh. “Gareth graduated from high school and we got an offer to record an album in New York.”

“Why didn’t he go with you?” she asked gently.

Eddie rubbed his nose. “Because the kids still had two years left of school. He wanted to be there for them. A couple of them didn’t have good home lives and he wanted to make sure they had someone they could count on. We fought about it. Hard.”

“I’m sorry, cher,” she whispered giving his arm a squeeze.

“God,” Eddie said, his voice cracking. “The things we said to each other. It was bad, Chris.”

“And now he won’t sign the papers?” she asked.

He shook his head. “He told me the only way he’d sign anything is I came back to Hawkins and handed it to him myself.”

Chrissy nodded. “All right,” she said, “here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to get a proper divorce degree written up, making sure it’s worded so he knows you won’t be going after any assets he has and then you are taking a week off of work and going down there and facing him. Because holy fucking hell, Ed, he deserves some kind of closure as do you.”

Eddie let out a heartbreaking sigh. “I don’t know if I can face him, Chris. God, I put everything else before him and broke his heart. He always wanted this big wedding. A beautiful reception where all our friends and loved ones were there. A beautiful grey morning jacket with a proper boutonniere and saying his vows across from the one he loved. And instead he got an empty court house and broken promises from a screw up like me.”

She wrapped her arms around him and let him sob into her shoulder.

“Which is why you need to go down there and give him that closure,” she murmured, “so that he can have all that with someone else. Someone who isn’t afraid.”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, just let me know when it’s ready and I’ll take one of my vacation weeks to go to Hawkins, Indiana.”

Chrissy winced. “Maybe don’t sound like you’re going to your funeral, yeah?”

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. As far as he was concerned he was going to a funeral. Maybe not his own, but the death of the first real relationship he ever had and if somehow he made it out alive, he was never going to be the same again.

****

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[nonexistent-introvert]

Hug Me

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Content: angst, fight, Joel being mean, guilt, heartbreak,

A/N: I really just wanted to write a fic based of the cover of this song done by BTS V and J-hope. I linked the original artist but there is a part where its J hope's rap so it wasn't included in the original song.

Update: I decided to link a SoundCloud link for the cover too!!

Part 2 !!!!

 Unable to win over my heart of sorrow

I endure yet another dark night of sleeplessness

Without a care about my despair

The morning heartlessly wakes me up

 The buzzing of Jackson was replaced with silence at this hour. The sounds of nature replaced the usual city buzz. You hated the silence, the bustle was the only thing that distracted you from your thoughts. While everyone is asleep, you lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Trying your best to push down the lump in your throat and silence the voices in your head. Every time you closed your eyes, the whole scene replays on a loop, reminding you of what had happened. Your heart clenched, constricting on itself. The tear streaks still shine in the moonlight. 

   You don’t think you got a single night of sleep since your fight with Joel. If you were lucky, maybe you would get naps and the times when you had just collapsed because of sheer exhaustion. It was lucky that you always collapsed when you returned home. You didn’t want anyone realising how much despair you were in, you didn’t need the concern. 

   When the voices stopped, a bright light has already shone into your room. The silence was now filled with various greetings and laughs. Many people waking up early for patrol or to provide and contribute their services to Jackson. You stood up, exhaustion weighing your body down. You tried to ignore the reflections of yourself, you doubted you looked well at all. 

  It was heartless, wasn’t it? How time still passed indifferently despite the pain you were in. 

The scars hurt more than I expected

The pain goes deeper than I expected

The countless nights I spend resenting you

Are like hell to me

  You catch passing glances at Joel, he always seemed preoccupied with some kind of work. You tore your eyes away from him anyways while your heart ached longingly for him. His porch was empty at night, he used to strum his guitar there, hoping that the melodies would bring you to him. 

  You rid the thoughts of him, you really should stop thinking about him. Your heart clenched at the thought, as though it protested against you. The logical part of you urges you to just move on with your life, go back to the life before you filled your days with Joel’s company. Then there was your heart which ached constantly for Joel, and yet, it refuses to let go of him. 

  What was wrong with you? It has been almost a month since the both of you fought. Joel looked like he moved on fine so why were you the only one who was suffering? 

   You hated Joel Miller. You hated him for the pain he had put you through. You hated him for how easily he moved on, as though you hadn’t meant a single thing to him. Your logical mind listed every single one of Joel’s faults and flaws. However, your heart simply yearned for Joel, reminding you of the times you spent with him. When he made you the happiest you have ever been. When he gave you that boyish smile, when he laughed at one of your remarks when he teases you with his iconic drawl.

  When he had muttered to you the words he never had the courage to say while you’re awake.

  “You mean so much more to me than you’ll ever know darlin’” 

  The tears flowed again, just like every other night. It was like your own personal torture. 

 Stay by my side, stay with me

Don’t let go of my hand you hold

If you take one step away

I can just take one step closer

  “Joel please!” You begged, holding onto his hand. There was a split moment in time where Joel hesitated and his gaze softened ever so slightly. Joel wrung his hand out from your grip, turning away from you as he ran his hands through his hair. You took a step closer to him, “I’m sorry.” You uttered. “I need some time.” And Joel slammed the door behind him

Thousands of times a day

My thoughts come back to you

All the cruel words you said to me

That icy look, those cold expressions

   You blasted the music that was playing in your ears. Trying to drown out the words that he had said that day. You distracted yourself with the lyrics of the song, hoping that it would stop the scene from replaying in your head. You were never seen without your earphones after that day, because when your mind was allowed to wander, it would wander back to him. The music helps to reduce how vivid the memory was. 

   “There is no ‘us’. There was never an ‘us’ and there will not be.” Joel gritted out. Your fists shook uncontrollably beside you. When you finally found the courage to look up at him, the look in his eyes was unrecognisable. It was a look he gave to enemies, a cold glare void of any warmth, so unlike the looks he always gave you. He was no longer the Joel who called you darling then, he was Joel Miller, the man who murdered the fireflies in cold blood and destroyed any chances of a cure. 

  You shivered at the memory, your breath hastened considerably. 

You were such a pretty person

You were such a pretty person

Please don’t do this to me

You know me well

   In this apocalypse, no one trusted each other. Even in Jackson, trust takes time to build, you had to earn your place here by helping out. Joel Miller was reliable, polite, and reasonable, being Tommy’s brother also helped him easily earn the trust of many. However, you don’t remember the day you decided to trust him with everything you had. Maybe it was the countless times he had saved you from close calls during patrols. 

  It was definitely the times he had spent slowly warming up to you. When he had mentioned to you what Ellie was up to during patrol when he came up to you and asked you all about the lore of Savage Starlight. Those were the times when you slowly gave your heart to him, bit by bit, till it wasn’t yours anymore. 

   His good looks were hardened by the apocalypse, but when he let the traces of a smile show and let out a laugh or wheeze, you knew you fell for him even more. So when he slammed the door on you that day and walked out of your life like he never meant anything, your heart shattered into a thousand pieces. 

  The glimpse of a pained look on his face showed that he knew that your heart shattered at his words. Knew that his actions were enough to leave a bleeding heart behind. Joel Miller knew you too well. 

  And that was why, it had hurt so much. 

Those words you said lightly at the time

Made light our relationship in the end

I didn’t know familiarity was the scariest thing

I didn’t know your heart, until our end full of regrets

By the day, your empty spot grows bigger

   Perhaps it was your fault that you decided to try to walk on the tightrope that was yours and Joel’s relationship. The both of you tethered on the line of friends, as though the both of you were testing the limits of it. You should have known that when you went beyond the line, you would walk on the tightrope, never sure if Joel would catch you when you did fall from the tightrope. From your situation now, you know that he didn’t catch you, he was never prepared to catch you. 

  The months you had spent with him, the time you had spent laughing and talking to him under the stars, the nights you had spent in his arms. It all felt like a long dream as soon as the weight of his words comprehended in your mind. 

  “There is no ‘us’, there never was and there never will.” 

  “We should have never met.”

   You chuckle sadly at yourself now, you had even once thought of what it will be like being his wife. Just like how Maria is Tommy’s wife. It seemed like a childish dream now. The scariest part of it all was how you thought you knew him like the palm of your hand, you trusted him enough to not hurt you and walk out so heartlessly, that he would at least have had the decency to let you down slowly. It took everything falling apart, it took regrets pilling on one another to know Joel Miller truly.   No matter what, the place Joel had left vacant in your heart only seems to grow bigger by the day.

 Even if we water our flower bed that was once beautiful

Only our memories remain in full bloom

Only the scent of longing wafts out

   Time doesn’t heal all wounds, it simply numbs the pain that comes from the wounds. When you stare at Joel as he passes you, you couldn’t help the sad smile that forms on your lips. Mourning for the one who got away, what could have been a fairytale. As you watched him lift a bunch of fresh supplies for Jackson, your heart ached numbly in your heart. Even if you did give him and you a chance again, the fight and the trust that was lost between you in this period of time would forever hinder the relationship. You knew Joel and you would never go back to how you were back then, you were thankful that at least the happiness was contained in happy memories that you could look back on. On those days when you reminisce your memories with him and contemplate fixing things between the both of you, you could only remind yourself of the cold truth. However, you couldn’t stop your heart from yearning for him. 

If I can just see you again

I want to show you my everything

I’ll hug you and hold you tight

So you can read my beating heart

For real, for real

Until this truth rests in your embrace

   Joel sat down in his favourite chair with a grunt. The cold silence that greeted him in his home was not something that he looked forward to. He sighed, listening to one of his records play, letting the music accompany him instead. So he does not feel that alone. 

  “She left today. Not sure what she’s up to but she did make some joke of coming back if she doesn’t die.” Tommy casually told Joel over patrol. Joel’s heart stopped for a moment, asking for more details but it seems like you deliberately didn’t leave much. Joel bit back on his tongue, he had no right asking about you, not when he treated you like that. 

   The guilt haunted him every day since he walked out of your house that day. His pride not letting him go and apologise to you, and because he also thought that you would be better off without him. You deserved better than an old grumpy man like him. 

   But knowing that he couldn’t even see you around town now, unable to know if you are okay killed him internally. Joel could only blame himself for letting you go. Then he slowly got selfish, till the point where if he saw you again, he would plead every day for your forgiveness and hope that you would give him another chance. He will hold you in his arms, letting you hear his heartbeat, how it skips when he’s near you, how it paces when he sees you. His heartbeat will tell you the words he never got to tell you. Until you finally realize how much you mean to him and that he will forever blame himself for letting you go.

  Just hug me, please hug me

Just run to me without a word

 Joel wishes you would run into his arms again like you always did. You would call out his name and run towards him with a big grin. He will extend his arms out and welcome you into his arms. If the both of you were alone, you would even wrap your legs around him. Then he could let his heart skip a few beats at the sound of your giggles before you nuzzle your nose into his neck. Maybe after you came back from the trip you were on, you would run into his arms again, and he will welcome you like nothing has ever changed. 

With a lonely and anxious heart

Like this I wait for you

  For the first time since that day he fought with you, Joel picked up his guitar and sat on his porch again. He strummed melodies that he knew you would hum to, that you would start walking in beat to. Then you’ll dramatically sing out the lyrics when you see him, like you were a Disney princess in a Disney musical. He chuckles at the memory. Joel Miller will wait for you to come back to him. His music expresses his love for you, hoping that one day you’ll notice it. 

He will talk to the moon about how much he loves you and hope that you’ll forgive him. His lonely heart anxiously awaits the day he will receive the message that you were back in Jackson and he had a chance to make things right with you. 

   His foolish and weak heart wishes that the moon would help convey his love and intentions to you. Joel hopes that you were talking to the moon too. After all, the only thing he had in common with you now was the sky above you from wherever you stood now. 

 I love you, I love you

I’ll shout out from this long silence

My foolish and weak heart

[pitbullinaspinningteacup]

delete me!

a comic I made for @sm-baby ‘s tadc carnival Au

(i spent way too long on this pls help me)

look at the alt’s in case the image is confusing

“Player, would you please…”

“DELETE ME?”

(Note: she’s holding his hand 2 her chest)

C: “W-what?! Pomni, I-I couldn’t! I wouldn’t!”

P: “But it’s my only way out!”

C: “Way out..?”

P: “My friends… I love them, but they’ve gone mad. They’re so deep in denial they don’t even realize it. Ragatha, Zooble, gangle, Kinger, Jax-that jerk- they all say the same.”

(Note: pomni’s friends are appearing in a memory !! this is in her mind !! oooo !!! she’s remembering Jax about to whack her)

G,K,Z,R: “Don’t bother worrying, pomni. EVERYTHING IS FINE.”

J: “You scared? If it makes you feel better, lie to yourself. Just say to yourself—

EVERYTHING IS FINE.”

P: “And they can’t help it, it’s not their fault, so…”

P: “I must be the problem.”

C: “W-What?”

P: “Please, player. Just do this for me.”

C: “… I’m sorry.. I just can’t.”

P: “If you won’t…”

P: “… THEN I WILL.”

C: “P-Pomni…?”

*Pomni tackles him.*

P: “TELL ME HOW TO DELETE MY FILE!”

(Note: she’s holding him by the shirt here but my artistic skills only go so far.)

P: “TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME!”

C: “p-pomni, plea-“

P: “LET ME DIE!”

C: “No, pomni, I w-“

P: “PLEASE JUST PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY!”

P: “KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME”

C: “I’m sorry, pomni…”

*caine presses restart*

P: “what?-“

P: “AAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”

TIP: REMEMBER TO SAVE!

Restarting…

Announcer: “and here’s pomni, perf…”

*Caine, now with a black eye, looks down and sighs*

And now, some non-sentient Jax & Pom doodles!

( @sm-baby will you notice me if I say your name 3 times in the mirror bloody-Mary style)

[tikiki05]

"Fun" (actually fucked up as fuck) fact that someone pointed out to me a while ago: Miles Morales is currently the only Black superhero in a romantic relationship with another Black character in mainstream comics.

How many Black love interests has Peter Parker/Spider-man had? Zero. Steve Rogers/Captain America? Zero. Wolverine? One - Storm from X-men. Tony Stark/Iron-Man? Zero. Marvel/DC has their white characters all mainly date other white people, but almost always has Black characters with non-black love interests.

T'Challa/Black Panther is one Black character who mainly dates Black women. I'm pretty sure the only reason why is because making the king of Wakanda not date Black women would be too suspect. His most well-known and longest relationship was with Storm who he was married to for second, but they're no longer together for some random reason and T'Challa has been single since, so it's literally only Miles/Spider-man and Tiana/Starling left…das it.

It's fucked that even ONE Black couple in a serious relationship is one to many for Ghostflower stans. They want the rare Black girl character being loved up on to be booted out to make way for yet another white one because if there's one thing media doesn't have enough of it's white girl and white women protagonists being centered or fawned over. Sure.

Obviously, interracial relationships are fine. But Marvel/DC definitely seems to have an aversion to portraying Black men and Black women together in love. There were racists who hated Storm and T'Challa together too by the way, I think it might be because a popular superhero Black couple could lead to more undeniably Black popular superhero children, and they do no want that.

So now another "fun" fact, the non-black writer for the comic Spider-man Reign 2, Kaare Andrews, is also the main artist for it. Spider-man Reign 2 is not Miles' main comicbook, his main comicbook is currently written by Cody Ziglar, who is doing a pretty brilliant job writing Miles. The plot for Spider-man Reign 2 is not worth summarizing in detail, it's a very horribly written au focusing on a dystopian world with an old Peter. Miles for some reason, was dragged into this mess as a guest star. In the latest issue, Kaare Andrews made the creative decision to strongly imply visually that Miles and Gwen were in a relationship - Gwen isn't mentioned by name - and had a child together, and then he proceeded to draw that child as *white* as possible. If you're wondering what kind of writer Kaare Andrews is, in the original Spider-man Reign comics that he created and wrote he had M.J. die of cancer by making Peter have radioactive sperm that M.J. was exposed to whenever they had sex. That last sentence is not made up or an exaggeration.

Hooooo boy this is a lot of loaded information, thanks for sending it in!

The conversation of diversity is always so frustrating with people who just don’t want to see it. Like as a white person, are you not bored only seeing white people in your media??? Don’t you want your media to reflect real life??? Which is really really diverse??? Rhetorical question, I know, because as I have said before, racists cannot think critically about the media consume.

It’s such a shame, because it’s not like its ghostflower shippers fault at the lack of diverse romance, all they do is like the ship that the ATSV writers fed to them. Except of course for the overtly racist ghostflower shippers, who throw a hissyfit at the idea of anyone but especially anyone POC being shipped with Miles. You just hate to see it :(

As for the last part, I do think I recall hearing about the radioactive sperm thing before at some point, what is bro on 😭 marvel should let me be a writer fr (i would be so bad at it i can barely write action and villains to save my life, but my characters are so cool and diverse and deep and itd be really really really funny i promise /j /lh /silly)

Sorry I didn’t have quite as much to say on this ask like I typically do, always love hearing thoughts from anons and sharing them with my followers though! Thanks bunches for sending this one in! I hope you have a nice little sweet treat today, whatever you’re most into👍

[goodluckclove]

dr. peevis how do i write a character heavily based off of myself going through struggles heavily based off my own without feeling the ache of owch owie painful memorys

Ah, memories. Can't live with them, can't live without them, right?

As writers it's natural to be a tortured soul. It's common knowledge that the best art comes not from passion, ideas, or insights - but from having glaring emotional (or psychological [or even physical!]) wounds that we refuse to acknowledge, much less work to heal. But how can we get distance from the pains of our praeteritum tempus without coming to from a fugue state with our clothes torn and bloodied, and a note clutched in our hands with the words YOU DID IT AGAIN, PEEBIS clutched in your trembling fist?

Thank God for the strongest, most dependable implement in any artist's toolbox: a constant state of buzzing delusion, which can be adjusted in intensity depending on the situation.

I'll give you an example by sharing a rare painful memory from my own life. We all have them, don't we? I've felt a lot of the same traumas as you or anyone else here.

For instance, when I was seven years old I woke up on my birthday to discover my mom had finally succumbed to Kepral's Syndrome and perished. My little sister found her body - she was no more than two years old at the time - and immediately went mad, diving immediately down a path for radical political extremism that ended with her dying in a skirmish in Montenegro a year later. My dad was so distraught at the news of his death that he shit and all his bones came out.

I was the one who found him. His last words to me, as his body deflated into a sort of wilted bean bag, were "this seems like your fault, Bover".

Yikes! No wonder I'm such a good writer. But I needed to take a step back to properly explore such strong feelings. I choose to do this through a mantra which I repeat to myself for about six hours every night before I go to sleep.

That mantra is: "My dad is Timothée Chalamet."

The human mind is a flimsy, spongy thing that can easily be altered by most cult leaders or people who work at Trader Joes. All it took was three months of insisting to myself that my dad was the Twink from the worse Dune adaptation, and I'm proud to say that my now my nose bleeds CONSTANTLY.

Hope that helps! Happy writing!

Best,

Dr. Bover J. Chalamet-Peebis

[astroceans]

11.02.22

i dont know how to stop it. the thoughts the memories. i thought that maybe when you decided it would all stop. contrary, they wont stop. im stuck thinking about the last 6 months and the times i could of been better and done better. the times where i should of stayed quiet where i should have loved you more. theres no benefit in thinking it though. i know you've made up your mind. and when i called you out i didn't think you would leave. i thought you'd stay like you had before. i thought you would fight more or maybe even just try. but this time you didn't. you left, you moved on. and now i think where i went wrong and if i could just been different. that if maybe i wasn't so messed up you would of stayed. maybe if i was less sad less me you wouldn't leave. but its ok. i know she is kind and she is beautiful. she is loved and taken care of. she can love you. and i know you deserve who takes away all the lies and brings you hope, poetry, and most importantly coffee. if i could talk to her, i would tell her this. his birhtday is january 10. hes actually not a typical capricorn but that might be because his mother is a cancer. hes emotional. he is kind. he is thoughtful. his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. hes a great gift giver. he has the biggest heart. hes easily influenced. gym is his therapy. he loves his family especially his sister and his mom. hes actually a feminist. hes a clean person. his alcohol tolerance is suprsisngly high. he likes to party and have fun. but more importantly i think he likes to stay in and do nothing. his favorite color is blue but he looks great in orange. his favorite artist is j balvin. and his music taste is impeccable. hes cannot park if his life depended on it but hes a great driver. he has a sweet tooth and probably the reason he has so many cavities. his favorite sweet is donuts, coming in second gummies. his grandpa is his biggest inspiration. and like many people, he's been hurt too many times especially by me. he has the worst anxiety and overthinks too much. his best friend committed suicide and his cousin was close to. he needs reassurance and lots of love. overall, i think he's the only person who has fought for me and for our relationship something i couldn't understand and maybe why i can't let it go. 

i know you deserve more than i could ever give you. you deserve an easy love with someone who doesn't have so many layers to cut through. someone with less complications and more love to give. in fact someone who isn't afraid to be loved. i know my thoughts wont leave because i live with regret, i live with sadness. i know i'll have to live without you and live with the thought that i failed you. and more importantly that given the choice, you wouldn't choose me anymore. that i am no longer the girl you want to be with and the one you want to spend the rest of your life with . i am not the first thought in your mind and i am not the last one either. you have simply moved and found arms to come home to. and i am stuck being the sad story. the girl who cannot love and be loved. and maybe thats what kills me the most. you get to move on and i cannot even find myself talking to another person without crying. i cannot listen to music without breaking down. i cant eat without feeling guilty. that i've lost myself throughtout everything and it took you a week to move on. i'd like to ask you how you did it but i fear that when i hear your voice i would lose my breathe. i have no hope for life. and i find no pleasure in it. i live day by day hoping one day i feel less sad but its been a month and a half and i still can't listen to our song. i know its not your fault but how cannot it not be? when i told you this you didnt seem to care and you chose to move on. im so tired of crying and the sleepless nights. the calling out of work. the torturing myself at the gym. the breaking down every time i go out with my friends. you're the punchline to all my jokes and the topic of conversation when it comes to gossip. you're the theme of all my spotify playlists and the inspiration behind my new hair color. youre my excuse when my parents ask me why i can't be more active in church and the reason i dont text back any guy. the reason i've started smoking again. i dont want to love you anymore. but im sorry i love you.

[abbygrabska]

Treason for @artistically-unique-girl

Requested: yes

Request: The Reader and the Doctor have known each other since his 9th face, but he's still getting used to her little quirks (at least this face is). So during an adventure to a new planet the two end up in a bind because the ruler/leader of the planet wants to kill the Reader because of something she did (like she normally does) that was offensive to the people of the planet (maybe reject some food or avoid a hug) and as the Doctor is coming up with a plan to save her he realizes why he can't afford to lose her. Once he rescues the Reader he lets it slip how much he loves her while promising not to let that happen again. And then they kiss(/j though if you want to end it on a kiss that's fine, just do whatever feels and flows best)

The Doctor looks distraught.

You are crying out in fear as the aliens drag you away.

“What do you mean she’s going to be executed?” He yells at the three-headed leader.

“The female rejected physical contact from a senator. That is treason.” They explain.

“That’s not her fault, she didn’t know! She has a condition that causes her distress with physical contact!”

“It matters not, the senator is furious, he demanded it. It is out of our hands.” They apologize, “The most we can do is give her a trial by combat against the beast.”

Tears well up in his eyes, he doesn’t let them fall as he is escorted to the dungeon.

You are curled up in the corner of your cell, sobbing loudly, crying out for him.

His hearts break at the sound, he looks at the guards, “Can you give us a moment?”

They look at each other before stepping into the stairway.

He steps closer to the bars separating you from him.

You look up, expecting the worst, but it’s him.

“Doctor!” You crawl towards him, “Please tell me you can get me out of here!” You reach for the bars, only to be shocked back.

He swallows, “They can’t let you out. They said the most they can offer you is a trial by combat with the beast.”

“A beast?” You whimper.

“Don’t worry, I’ll think of something so you don’t have to fight.” He promises.

You nod, worry ebbing away a little.

A few hours later, you are let out of the dungeon, and shoved into an arena of some sort, then the gate slams shut behind you

There is a gate on the other side where growling and barking can be heard from the other side.

You tremble a little at the sounds.

The gate behind you opens once more, you turn around.

It’s the Doctor, he is thrown in.

“What did you do?” You groan.

“Something stupid.” He grins before becoming serious, “I didn’t want you to face this alone.”

You smile at him, gratefully.

The leader speaks into a megaphone, “People of Sutervit, these two have committed treason against the Senator of Scillium by rejecting physical contact and eating acerant like a blaxutato.” The leftmost head of the leader faux gags at the last statement.

You look at him confused, “What the hell are those things he just said?”

He leans in to whisper, “It’s like if you were to eat a tomato like an apple.”

You faux retch, “Of course that’s treason, it’s disturbing.” He simply grins.

The leader speaks again, “For their freedom, they must defeat the beast.”

There are excited cheers from the crowd.

“They will use only what is on them, and left in the arena from the dead.”

The gate starts to lift, “And now, the felons will face the beast!”

It opens and everyone goes silent. A bark echoes through the space as a three-headed dog runs out into the arena toward you.

You gasp, kneeling on the ground and opening your arms wide.

The dog jumps into your arms, knocking you over and slobbering all over your face.

You squeal, “Oh, who’s a good puppy?!” The dog licks your face.

The crowd murmurs in wonder.

The Doctor looks on in confusion, turning to the leader, “It’s a dog?”

“That beast has torn thousands of our worst criminals to shreds!” They shout, “The slobber is deadly to our kind.”

You sit up in the dirt, petting the two outer heads and giving kisses to the middle head.

The Doctor crouches down to your left, joining in with petting the dog, “Hello there!”

The middle head barks.

“You like y/n? I do too.”

The left head sniffs the Doctor, barking again.

“You can smell it on me?”

The left head barks.

“Oh, I’d love to, just have to ask.” The Doctor turns to you, “He asked if we could take him with us. What’d you think?”

You nod vigorously, “Of course, he can.”

He stands, addressing the crowd, “We have tamed the beast!” He faces the leader, “If it’s alright with you, could we actually take him with us?”

“You want to take the beast?” They ask incredulously, “Whatever for?”

“Well, he never gets to play like that because everyone is scared of him, he wants to come with us.”

“Well, this has never happened before.” The three heads talk to each other quietly, “You may go free, and you are allowed to take the beast with you. I suppose we shall have to come up with a better crime for future criminals.”

The Doctor offers a hand to you, you take it and he pulls you up.

You turn to the dog, “Hear that boy? You’re coming with us!”

He wags his tail barking happily.

The three of you make your way back to the Tardis, the Doctor trailing behind you slightly.

He watches you converse with the dog, now named Cerberus.

You open the door to the Tardis, motioning for Cerberus to step inside, “It’s okay Cerby, the Tardis is super friendly. She’s gonna love you!”

Cerberus takes a step inside and starts sniffing everything.

The Tardis hmms and lights up.

You follow Cerberus inside and talk excitedly, “Oh, Cerby she likes you! I knew she would. You can sleep in my bed every night! We can cuddle all the time, play fetch, and go to the park whenever you want!”

He watches you adoringly from the doorway.

You turn to look at him, before noticing the way he’s staring at you.

“What?” You ask, “Is there something on my face?”

He seemingly snaps out of a daze, “No, nothing on your face. I was just admiring you.”

You look at him funny, “Okay.”

He walks toward you, closing the doors behind him, “Can I hold you?”

You nod slowly.

He wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck, whispering something you can’t hear.

The Tardis makes a noise and Cerberus barks at him.

He lifts his head and glares at them both, pulling away from you, “Okay, fine!”

He looks at you, straight into your eyes, “I love you.”

Your heart races, “What?”

“I love you.” He says, “That’s why I told you I didn’t want you to face the beast alone. I can’t lose you, because it would be as bad as losing the Tardis. I wouldn’t be who I am without you.”

You step closer to him, and wrap your arms around him, resting your forehead against his, “I love you too.”

He smiles widely, bringing his hands to your waist, “Can I kiss you?”

You nod, leaning in.

His lips press against yours, holding you gently.

[pillarsalt]

Wikipedia anon here, i feel SO embarrassed for misremembering so much about that article. the concept of the cotton cieling and the reminder of the sheer amount of institutions/resources that have been taken over by tims/tras makes me so upset i didn't want to recheck the article again, even though i should have. (it was some time ago i saw the rb of your comic and did my first check, then saw your comic again and remembered about doing so, to clarify. yes i'm an absolute mess i apologize)

i appreciate you so much for not only getting what i was trying (and failing lmao) to explain but also looking into and linking the talk page because JFC!!! so sharing differing opinions for a topic (with cited sources!!) on wikipedia is a no-no, but it's totally fine when you and your friends retroactively decide pro-topic views make you look bad and so you delete the entire article and rewrite the definition of said topic to be about generically "being left out of spaces :.-(" instead of being honest about it being homophobic, rapist rhetoric (which is the reason you're trying to hide it in the first place) hoooooooly SHIT

if genderism ever blows over (with how long it's stuck around for, and with no one being willing to talk about objective/legal concerns like the WPATH files and Maya Forestater, let alone even have a conversation with a GC person, at this point i'm not hopeful...) everyone who contributed to the widescale abuse and trauma of women (especially lesbians), girls, gay men, gnc people, and tip (medicalized or not) could spend the rest of their lives begging for forgiveness and it wouldn't be anywhere near enough. not that i'm expecting them to do that, of course. it's not even blown over yet and we can see from the cotton ceiling article that they'll absolutely try to just gaslight everyone and pretend it never happened (and if it did, it wasn't that bad, and if it was bad it was your fault for not doing your research, etc etc)

ANYWAY i'd rather end on something positive, so thank you again for sharing your wonderful art on here!! seeing there's a talented, feminist female artist who's into pokemon and mlp but hasn't bought into trans ideology is so healing for me. hope you have a lovely day!!! :) :) :)

I wouldn't be embarrassed, I mean the article's not completely empty but it's obviously been stripped down to next to nothing compared to what it used to contain, and half the cited sources aren't really relevant at all. They briefly mention the MTF porn actor who coined the term but failed to mention the scores of other popular MTFs who were vehement proponents of the rhetoric (Riley J Dennis is the first one that comes to mind). And yeah that dude in the discussion page saying he's going to be watching the page and reverting any edits he doesn't like, isn't that very wikipedia illegal? I don't edit wikipedia but I'm fairly certain that camping on an article to make sure your edits aren't edited is not allowed.

It's definitely been a trend with "progressives" to flip the script on anything they've done and can see was wrong in retrospect, claiming "no actually YOU said this, not me." It's a very good reason to keep things documented, and I have huge respect for people who keep the receipts so we can hold people accountable for the harmful bullshit they've spread around. (Speaking of which, I think now is a good time to remind everyone that Eli Erlick is a rapist, another interesting fact that has been unsuccessfully scrubbed from the internet.)

Thanks for your wonderful words as well :) Have a great day too!

[ozimagines]

Do have any thoughts on Miguel being a parent? Loved your Chico parent ideas!

AHHH yessss! You could tell after Miguel truly understood what it meant to bring a life into the world that he wanted to be a dad.

(Also thank you so much🥹❤️ Love me some Papa Chico)

Miguel Alvarez as a Parent would include…

After Miguel lost his son, he was broken. Broken because he knew it was his fault.

He was seventeen when he got Maritza pregnant. Senior Prom.

At sixteen he was running with the local gangs. At eighteen he was in prison. In those two years there was unprotected sex and drugs and violence. Anything to give him that high.

When his kid is born, there’s a break in the clouds; a reason to change.

Only too little too late. 💔

When he gets a chance to do it again, he does it for his son.

Miguel is not a neglectful father by any means. If anything he’s a little helicopter-y at first.

He encourages his kids into extracurriculars; anything to keep them off the streets.

If they play sports, he’s at every game/match. 🏀⚽️

If they do theatre, he’s got a playbill in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. 🎭

Miguel is surprisingly artistic and I think his kids would love the drawings he does on their lunch notes.

He packs their lunch, doesn’t matter who his partner is. (If he has one)

Like season one Miguel wouldn’t do this but season six totally would; his kids have bento boxes and sometimes they have themes or colors for the day. 🧃

Purple bentos with ube cookies and grapes and jelly sandwiches.

Finds exotic snacks and stuff for them to try: different instant ramens and chocolates and whatnot.

“Today’s theme is Egypt!”

Watches Veggie Tales with them a lot. Knows all the words to “I Love My Duck”.

A Snoodle’s Tale always makes him cry.

Keeps a stash of different jellies and peanut butters to make the perfect PB and J for his kids.

“One strawberry and smooth, one grape and chunky, one…”

Kind of a parent who doesn’t mind picky eaters and just rolls with it.

Makes pancakes in different shapes.

“Smiley face coming up!”😭❤️‍🩹

He can’t tell his kids enough how much school is worth.

God knows he can’t help with their homework but he always tries

Gets his kids involved in academic pursuits

Makes flash cards with little drawings; basically takes the classes with his kids.

They’re bilingual too; he speaks Spanish at home to help them

Is a stay at home dad/works from home

When he’s working, he puts on Law and Order, and his older kids like to watch while he works.

Miguel knows all the endings and accidentally spoils it often😂

Gets them gifts on every holiday. They wake up to flowers on Valentine’s Day, chocolate bunnies on Easter, and even cinnamon rolls on Groundhog’s Day.

He just looks for a reason to let them know they’re loved.

Didn’t hear that growing up. His dad was in prison, his mom was kind of a hardass. So he doesn’t want there to be any confusion for his kids.

When they get in trouble at school, he overreacts. It scares him that they might make the same mistakes he did.

“I’m saving ten years of your life. Don’t fuck this up.”

When his kids get As in school, he has a full on celebration at home, even if they’re used to it. 🎉🥳

When his kids are bullied, his heart aches.

He remembers how the Latinos in prison treated him.

“I know what you’re going through, kid. I can’t tell you it always gets better, but you’ll find people who appreciate you, and those other people will kind of just fade away.”❤️‍🩹

If his kid comes out to him (sexuality or gender wise) he’s as supportive as he can be.

“I don’t know much about this stuff, kiddo. But… you’re my kid and I’m here for you.”

He respects their pronouns and their significant other’s pronouns. It may take him a minute but he’s trying.

His kids’ favorite thing to do with their father is the dishes; he turns on loud music and they sing and dance as they get their chores done.

He’s not especially strict, but when he puts his foot down he’s immovable.

His kids disagree sometimes but knows it comes from a place of love.

Unlike Chico, he’s fairly transparent with his kids about his past.

When he has to have the drug talk, he admits he used and it was the most confusing time of his life. He tells them he knows they’re going to make their own decisions, but hopes his honesty deters them a little.

He hopes if he’s honest with them, they feel like they can go to him with everything.

Has a policy where they can calm him drunk and as long as they don’t try to drive they come home without punishment.

Kind of a parent who allows his kids to go to the birthday party but not sleep over. He just gets nervous.

He holds “sleepovers” every weekend night when he and his kids set up the living room with snacks and pillows and blanket forts and watch movies all night.🎥

Goes to classes as an adult to get his GED/degree. He just wants his kids ti be proud of him.

And they are. His kids brag about him all the time. How their dad beat drugs and prison. How their dad survived.

“Youre so hard on yourself, daddy. We’re proud of you.”🥰

His mom loves her grandkids. She’s an intimidating abuela but she loves those damn kids.

When they get sick, Miguel takes off work and stays with them all day. He makes them chicken soup, looking up a recipe on his phone, plays Disney movies all day no matter how old they are, and gives them snuggles when they have a fever.

He adopts a dog for them and names her/him Julie/Donald.

The dog eats like a damn queen/king, and he enjoys preparing fun pupp-reciation treats for her/him.

When his mom offers to watch the kids while he goes on vacation, he spends the whole time calling home and asking about them. 😅

Like Chico has the Tickle Police, Miguel has Boo Boo Bear; a cheap stuffed bear he cut open the backside to and stuffed an ice pack in. 🧸

He tells people as long as his kids are healthy and happy, he’s happy.

When his kids accomplish anything, he’s in the audience, and they thank him.

They thank him for all the hours of care he’s given them.

The unconditional support.

“My Dad is my biggest hero, because he really truly did get out of Oz.”❤️❤️❤️

Bonus: When his kids are old enough to date, Miguel is actually really nice to their significant others. Like, he’ll invite them for dinner, learn things about them, and tell them to call him Dad or Mr. Miguel.

[clara-maybe-ontheroad]

Only Friends's MBTI types - my guesses after episode 1

Let's associate one of my newest obsessions with one of my long lasting ones and guess our favorite group of messy queers' MBTI types ! Yes, all of Mew, Top, Ray, Sand, Boston, Nick and Chueam. I've done a lot of that at parties so I think I might be either good or terrible or average at it, I'm hedging my bets and promising nothing.

(btw I'm very aware of the problematic origins of the MBTI test, the ways it is often misused and how unscientific it is, please let me just have dumb fun okay ! Also I won't really explain that much what each letters actually mean bc it's more fun that way)

Anyway, going to rank the characters from the types I found the easiest to figure out to the hardest, this is after the first episode only so hopefully the next ones don't prove me wrong too much :

1. Boston : ESTP "The Entrepreneur"

E for extraverted, S for all the ssssensations, T 'cause he knows to hide what he thinks, P because that's what he's thinking with

Seriously though, ESTPs "tend to be energetic and action-oriented, deftly navigating whatever is in front of them. They love uncovering life’s opportunities, whether socializing with others or in more personal pursuits." They're unpredictable, always looking for the next thrill, charismatic, charming, quick-witted. They're also smarter than they look, can be calculating and rational, and use some of that cold logic to disregard people that don't suit them anymore to look for the next best thing. They're also the sluttiest type according to this Reddit thread I absolutely agree with.

Come on, don't tell me that's not Boston to a T !

Alternative typing : ESFP - but I think there's something less spontaneous and more calculating behind Boston's urges.

2. Sand : ISTJ "Logistician"

I for introverted because he's clearly tired of everyone, S for stubborn, T for those ethics, J for judgmental all day every day

ISTJ "pride themselves on their integrity. People with this personality type mean what they say, and when they commit to doing something, they make sure to follow through." They're hardworking strong willed and dutiful to a fault, honest to the point of lacking tact and hurting people, they're the type to care about people but also about order and about things being done "the right way", so they're kinda hard to befriend (and they don't necessarily want to be your friend anyway) but they make for extremely devoted partners. They value stability above all so they don't appear like the most sexually focused people but they reeeallly care about leaving their partner satisfied.

This type doesn't really do hook ups and I'm looking forward to how Sand is going to handle a FWB type relationship with Ray

Alternative typing : ISTP. I feel like a happy Sand with less money troubles could be an ISTP, able to express his artistic side and creativity, spontaneous, able to adapt, just still reserved. But the Sand we're shown so far is more rigid and less prone to risky behaviors than an ISTP would be.

3. Ray : INFP "Mediator"

Okay so this might be a controversial one, but listen, I know my depressed horny but pining romantics INFPs by heart, I love them to pieces, they're full of contradictions and I really see Ray as one of them.

Generally speaking, INFP are depicted as "quiet, open-minded, and imaginative", but most importantly and more essential to their nature, they live in a world of their own imagination. They're somewhat eccentric, witty, often have quite a few friends but always perceive themselves to be lonely, longing for a deep transcending connection that they don't actually try to get in real life because their self esteem is too low. They're smart but easily distracted and unfocused, passionnate and vulnerable but also self critical and desperate to please, empathetic and selfish, and just so damn depressed.

Alternative typing : ENFP / ISFP. Some people might say that Ray's adventurous and flirtatious side make him an ENFP or an ISFP, and I don't fully disagree : his apparent sluttiness is not very typical of an INFP. But ! it seems like his sluttiness is a coping mechanism to deal with his unreciprocated crush and low self worth, as is his alcoholism, and that sounds very INFP to me.

4. Top : ENTP "Debater"

We're getting into character I'm actually having doubts about, but I still think Top is an ENTP : E for extremely forward and extroverted, N for never backing down from a challenge, T for titillating and quick thinker, P for Popular for his P... sorry

No but really, ENTP are known to be direct, intelligent, charismatic and to "pursue their goals vigorously despite any resistance they might encounter". There, we've said it, do I need to further convince you about Top being an ENTP ? Yes ? Okay weird but sure.

ENTPs love to be surprised, they welcome unexpected situations as exciting challenges, which I find very close to Top's approach to Mew. It also means that Top's and Boston's type are very close (ENTP vs ESTP) which makes a lot of sense to me, with some fundamental differences being that an ENTP (Top) will focus on the big concept and long term vision while an ESTP (Boston) is both observant to small details and easily distracted ; an ENTP communicates more easily in a round about manner (ie Top's way of collecting information about Mew) while an ESTP is more literal and "often gives exact examples of events that have occurred in the past" (ie Boston's approach of Top at the bar and later in the bathroom)

Alternative typing : ENTJ - Maybe the differences between Top and Boston actually go deeper than that. ENTJs are considered the most natural leaders, loving being in charge, charismatic and intelligent. So it could also fit Top, but I'm choosing to believe based on what we've seen so far that Top is more adaptable and spontaneous (ENTP) than organized and consistent (ENTJ). Not 100% sure though.

5. Nick : ISFP "Adventurer"

Okay so we don't actually know Nick that well yet. He doesn't seem the most extroverted and can even be a bit shy when surprised, but is still fairly audacious and has an air of enthusiasm about him, so I think he is ISFP : I for introverted on first glance, S for slitherin in those nudes, F for falling head over heels for Boston, P for putting himself out there

ISFPs tend to be warm and creative people, the good friends who are always up for trying new things but would never pressure you. They're sensitive, passionate, curious, open minded but also easily stressed and often underestimate themselves. In romantic relationships, they tend to give all their focus to their partner's needs and forget themselves a bit ; they need excitement and adventure, but they're also very loyal, caring, they go with the flow of what their partner wants. They need a partner to show love through their actions ... Yeah we'll see how that goes with Boston !

Talking about ISFP-ESTP relationships (Nick-Boston) : ISFP tend to be drawn to ESTP and their energy but also find them to be jerks are hard to settle down with, with many users on different Reddit threads describing a very push-pull dynamic. Ah, how surprising

(Btw, if you want a post about what the MBTI types of all these characters say about their relationships and what I'd predict based on that, let me know haha)

Alternative typing : INFP - Ya know, for those hopeless romantics vibes ! But Nick seems too forward and go with the flow to me to be an INFP (see INFP Ray who's actually a lot more slow build in his relationships with both Mew and Sand, though maybe not that slow, just by the show's standards lol)

6. Chueam : ESFP "Entertainer"

Okay I'm actually struggling with Chueam but I think my verdict for now is ESFP, which gives her at least two letters in common with every one on this list except Sand (edit : and Mew surprisingly), and I think it makes sense because she does appear to understand everyone else in the group while being the life of the party. ESFP in her case would stand for Extroverted Sensation Focused Partier - yes these acronyms are getting worse, sorry.

Really though, ESFPs are described as the type to "break out spontaneously into song and dance" : they live life to the fullest, always excited to embrace new experiences. They're bold and a bit messy sometimes, they're easily bored, but they're also sweet, friendly, observant and have great people's skills. They're popular but conflict averse and don't like to think too much about the future which certainly gives them some blind spots. To me, it sounds like a great summary of how Chueam seems charming, super fun to be around, caring for her friends but also a bit too focused on pleasure to the point of ignoring red flags (*coughs* Top)

Alternative typing : ESFJ - Chueam's optimistic vibes and how people oriented she is in a way that is certainly a bit chaotic but not actually messy gives me the impression that she could also be an ESFJ (if we think she's a bit more organized and good at planning)

7. Mew : INFJ "Advocate"

Surprise, surprise, the guy who is arguably our main character is the hardest one for me to type. I think that it might be because since he's the narrator of his own story, he's unreliable about everyone obviously, but probably even more unreliable when it comes to himself.

What do we truly know about Mew ? He likes his friends but is more introverted, doesn't mind going out but avoids drinking so he can stay in control. He likes books because they allow him to explore the world without actually venturing too much outside of his comfort zone ; he's a bit of a romantic but also pragmatic about his own emotions ; his life has a routine and an organization that he finds grounding.

So that means Mew is definitely an I for introverted bean, F for Focused on his Feelings, and J for Judgment and Just doing things the proper way. I'm also going to assume that he's more focused on the bigger picture and conceptual ideas - meaning he's going to think he's smarter than he is and ignore some details and find that out the hard way - and while he likes pleasing people, he has no issues stating his boundaries - as seen after he invites Top in his apartment. All of this gives us an INFJ.

INFJ are described as deeply thoughtful and with very rich inner lives, they're usually considered pretty rare, and are very aware of how unique they are, often making it part of their "branding", a core element to how they think of themselves. They're all about self perception, self awareness ; they're highly observant and good at analyzing other people, empathetic and caring, they give good advice to the point of appearing almost psychic but are actually quite self centered because they're so focused on achieving perfection and avoiding being ordinary. They are truly very smart and charismatic in an understated way, but they can also look down on others as shallow and have a bit of main character syndrome. See also @heretherebedork's post on Mew's potential as a manipulative virgin demon that I very much agree with.

Now, it might sound harsh, but I think that describes Mew quite well. I might be projecting a bit though (I may or may not be an INFJ myself, oops), but I truly think that my feeling of both liking Mew a lot as a character and fundamentally wanting to punch him in the face might be due to us being the same type lol

Alternative typing : ISFJ / INTJ - The preference of Mew for things to be done a certain way could extend to a resistance to change and an attachment to a sense of higher duty, making him a bit more of an ISFJ. But also, if he's actually less focused on his emotions and a lot more calculating and guided by his pure logic, he might be more of an INTJ.

So yeah, that's it, I spent way too much time thinking about this. Any opinions and comments are VERY WELCOME, please let me know how wrong I am haha and we can improve this together !

Now I'm going to not so patiently wait for episode 2 to be released lol

[jessefandomunited]

Stuck together part one

This is a Daniel atlas X reader . I try my best to put no names or y/n , gendered language or anything of that nature so that people to project themselves onto the reader as much as possible .

Setting is you're new to the horsemen you are the new escape artist of the group and for some reason Atlas is just always knit picking your parts of the performance to the point where you barely talk to him outside of practice, what is his deal!? But when you two are stuck together after a show gone wrong you may in fact figure out he has a soft side to his control freak ways

We were all buzzing with excitement over the new shows. Literally two years of practice for them and my first time on stage with the horsemen as their new escape artist.

I loved being in the horsemen. I loved the structuring of how we practice, the research on our next target and the team atmosphere...for the most part. There was one big drawback to being in the horsemen and his name was Daniel J Atlas . It felt like ever since I arrived he saw me as a newbie who needed to be taught right. I absolutely hated it , just because I was a little younger and new in the group that apparently equated me to a child that needed to be scolded every other second.

Now to be fair Atlas never yelled or made it obvious he was picking on me in particular because he did it with everyone . But I noticed he brought issues up with my parts more than the others. He would always do it in his super cocky way where he'd be like " that's went smoothy but the timing on that escape was just slightly off make sure you are out by the time the clock hits 3 not 4." If everything else with the group wasn't so good I honestly probably would have quit just for him alone. The others have talked to him but he just brushed it off saying he's just trying to make the performance as good as it can be. I'll show him , during this first performance it will be the best one ever.

We were running for our lives , the show went more or less the way we expected, maybe more emphasis on the less. I will say it wasn't my fault , or anyone's , someone tipped off the FBI and we had to flee almost immediately which was a bummer for me because I only got to do one of my escapes before we introduced our next target who was once again another billionaire siphoning user data. He won't get away with it but our timeline was now set back. I grapples for the tracker we each got to lead us to our get away car . We all broke off into teams each grabbing a random tracker that would lead us to our getaway car. It was random so we could scatter and not be actively looking for our partner . We had ten minutes to get to our car or our partner would leave so we did have to book it but they were all close by and well hidden which was good and bad.

I panted and saw the gleam of the sleek black car and was relieved , until I saw my partner, it was Atlas. My mood instantly soured and I got in without another word.

We road in silence for a while, he was probably upset at his luck too. I did , however, couldn't help but say the smallest of jabs because even though I said it was no one's fault , the fleeing happened so quick for one reason only. " man , if only those doors would have stayed shut for like a minute or two longer we could have been half done with our spiel before having to book it," I said with a smirk . His hands tightened on the wheel slightly and I thought he would finally snap but he didn't , " these things happen." I nod and sarcastically say ," riiight , like in practice when someone does things maybe not 100% accurate , does that count as just something or is that a colossal world ending fuck up?" " what is you deal," he asked pointedly which made me bark out a laugh ," WHATS MY DEAL!? WHAT IS YOUR DEAL!" He seemed to go a bit pail not even glancing at me ," I don't know what you're." " shut up you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about," I snapped ," you literally call me out for the SLIGHTEST infraction acting like that was the catalyst to to the entire show , but when you fuck up , it's nothing?!" "I didn't say that," he said quietly. " so what do you hate me or something you want me out of the horsemen ? Is it because I had the same job as your little girlfriend that you feel the need to punish me for it." He stopped abruptly and snapped his head around and said with this steady voice edging to anger " do not mention Henley ." I rolled my eyes," wool there it is." He turned back and kept driving , and I don't hate you." I laughed bitterly at this ," woooow so nice of you to let me know, how about we just not talk to eachother till we get back how about that?" " fine," he said softly , and we were once again plunged into silence

[falllpoutboy]

I looked up A and J's birth chart synastry and it's so them:

This combination produces sexual attraction in romantic relationships. It also favors common interests in physical activities such as competitive sports. It is also good for professional relationships and joint ventures in construction or finance. A likes J's approach to life, and understands and shares his desires. A also appreciates that J boosts her self-confidence and encourages her to get going and carry out her plans. J knows he has the ability to push A to reach new goals. This can be a dynamic relationship, full of optimism and ardor, and fertile in accomplishment.

J is proud of A and feels lucky to be with her. A has complete confidence in J, and knows that she can count on J's generosity and support in any situation. A may be able to find solutions to complicated problems, even in the professional sphere, thanks to J's good advice. Likewise, J knows A won't let him down. J feels A is his good luck charm. A highly inspiring combination that indicates a strong sense of sympathy, magnanimity, loyalty and trust in both of you.

Although A feels an inexplicable attraction to J, A may be annoyed and frustrated by what A sees as unpredictable and unreliable behavior on J's part. The spark in the beginning of the relationship often creates an expectation of over-optimism, but too much excitement and anxiety as time goes on. If A is looking for security through the relationship, and prefers to see J in a more traditional role, A will find it difficult to conform to J's unpredictable ways. Unless there are enough aspects to bring stability to the relationship, it will probably be like a shooting star - sparkling but brief.

J undoubtedly enjoys A's company, because J feels that there is something special between you, and A doesn't hide the fact that she feels great when you're together. And it's true, the emotional rapport, sensitivity and generosity that exist in your relationship are rare. Because you share very similar artistic, aesthetic and cultural tastes, you enjoy going to parties, concerts, the cinema or any other kind of entertainment together. You could make a good team in any company involved in show business, art or luxury goods. If you have children, raising them together will give you a lot of joy and satisfaction.

The attraction between you is powerful and passionate. However, this combination indicates some possible issues to look out for. You may be attracted to each other's faults more than the strengths. That is, you may love the other because they are broken. This might make the other feel afraid to heal, because they would lose you if they heal. It's possible that one, or both of you, would rather stay broken than risk loss and independence. That would awaken self-esteem issues for both of you. A may feel criticized for the way she expresses love. J may love A intensely, but A may not feel it, because J is not speaking A's love language. J may feel that A is divine, but when J starts to feel healed by the relationship, fear may set in. J may hold himself back rather than cross the line into self-healing and the responsibility that carries. You're drawn together by a magnetic attraction that makes you feel you've found the right person to fulfill whatever is missing in your life. But a lack of sensitivity can undermine your relationship. A may end up feeling unloved by J, and J may blame A for his troubles.

From the first meeting you have fascinated each other. It wouldn't be surprising if you could call it "love at first sight". J appreciates and likes A's independent style. If A has creative or artistic ambitions, A could be a source of encouragement and inspiration for him. You share an interest in the esoteric and unusual forms of art and music. You would probably like to be part of an avant-garde circle. Intellectually and emotionally there is, apart from an intuitive bond, a certain magnetism between you. A can show her interest in J with spontaneous forms of affection, which J loves to reciprocate in an equally loving way. You both feel that somehow the respect and esteem that the other has for your ideals gives the other person a unique quality. There is no doubt that boredom will not be your problem.

their synastry results have always been fire 🔥