#Tumblr effed up the replies again

[blackwidownat2814]

Steal My Thunder (T.Owens)

Pairing: Tyler Owens x female reader, Tyler Owens x shy!reader, Tyler Owens x insecure!reader

Word Count: 462

A/N: Welcome to my first Tyler Owens fic! I was throwing fic ideas around before I even saw the movie. I watched several interviews and other stuff on YouTube and took notes even. Then after seeing it the third time, I started working on this story. I don't anticipate this being a real long story, but I also will be a little slow to update because of work or writer's block or working on a crochet project I really need to finish. What I'm really saying is please be patient with me. Secondly, like in my other works, I'd planned to make this with a plus size!reader in mind, but I decided to go with insecure because I want to try and be a little more inclusive. Also, unless otherwise stated, my readers are always female readers. Lastly, I'm already working on Chapter 1, so keep an eye out for that. However, if you really like this, please let me know and I can tag you in future updates. And as always, I will be crossposting this to AO3. If you see this story anywhere besides AO3 or Tumblr, it's stolen Kthxbye! PS: Thanks to KJ & Jordyn for their help in beta-ing and title/chapter ideas! Love y'all!

Prologue

You were a Lead Meteorologist for the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration.  You should not be handling school age tour groups.  You were just about DONE with being treated like a secretary.  The rest of them thought that just because Kate was gone that they could go back to treating you like they did before her.

You were quiet, shy, and someone whose love language was acts of service, so you loved to help people out.  The problem was that your co-workers abused that part of you.  They asked to lead the school groups, bring everyone coffee, put together packets for meetings, etc.  Complete nonsense…and you were done.

It was then, as you mentally typed up your resignation, that you received a serendipitous call from Kate herself.

“I believe the sayin’ is ‘No man left behind’.”

“You’re not an US Army Ranger, B.”

“Yeah, well…”  You trailed off, not wanting to burden your friend with your issues.  Kate always told you that it was okay to talk to her when you needed someone, but you were stubborn.  You were very much of the ‘friends aren’t therapists’ mindset.

“Talk to me B.”

“I’m happy for you, ya know?  You’re back to doing’ something I know you loved.  I can see it in your eyes with each video or stream I watch.”

“Okay, keep your secrets…and thank you.  I am happy.”

“So…what can I do for ya?  Why are you botherin’ me on my lunch hour?”

“Damn!  Sorry about that B.”

“You know I don’t actually care.  Tell me what’s up.”

“I’m callin’ with a job off-”

“I’ll take it.”

“Woah, I haven’t even said what it-”

“I don’t care.  Ever since you left, and because I’m a huge push over, everyone’s been walking all over me.  You know I had to do three tours today?”

“We’ve talked about this.”

“I know Kate.  Just…what’s the job anyway?”  Your friend was silent for a moment, before you heard her exhale.

“It’s storm data analysis really.”

“Elaborate.”

“We’re trying to really get down to the nitty gritty with the data from the EF-5 we got to dissipate last season and see where to improve, how to catalog it in our info database, etc.”

“I’m in”, you said.  “Y’all won’t treat me like some secretary, I’ll be close to home again, and I’ll get to spend all my time with you.”

“We most definitely will not treat you like some secretary.  We’re equal opportunity storm chasers out here.”

You tossed your empty sandwich bag into the trash and pulled up Word to start drafting your resignation letter.

“Say, what are the benefits as a Tornado Wrangler?”  Before Kate could reply, you heard Boonie baby! Woo! in the background.

With that enthusiasm, what could possibly go wrong?

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Tagging: @buckysdollforlife @13braincellsonly

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Q-Q

Does anyone believe me when I say that I finished a over 8 000 word fanfic (Pure unholy smut btw, mind you) in two days ? I mean if we count the hours I wrote it it would be seven hours or longer, but still...

And no it is not Marvel. TvT

It's Hazbin Hotel. I have a feeling people will try and end me when they see it, buuuuuut.... ^-^ I don't find it in my mind right now to CARE. It is btw, the little draft that Tumblr so RUDELY published AGAINST my PERMISSION. So the leaked little thing.

Now imma return to Marvel smut stuff....and figure out how to write Wanda from the Series, even though I never watched it and have no damn idea what "Universe 383" is. I need to read and educate myself again. Cries

I would have loved to reply to that and say that I don't even know Universe 383, but I forgot about it and it would be unfair to now say no, just because I fucked my own timelimit up. So education time... effing yay...

T-T

[hellsbellschime]

What was Phoebe replying to...?

Jesus Christ, so I'm going to try to Cliff's Notes this absurdly long and involved fandom shit that took place over the course of literally like 5 years into a few paragraphs so bear with me, but when I first started tumblr I was a TVD blog, Klaus/the Originals were my favorite characters, they wound up getting their own spinoff, and Phoebe was the leading actor on that spinoff.

Personally, I didn't think Phoebe was a very good actor, I still don't think she's a very good actor, and I said that. I organized my blog then like I do now, i.e. I used my own tags for everything to keep them out of the main tags, so in order to see my content you'd have to follow me or look it up, and unsurprisingly I didn't think that any of the ACTUAL CAST MEMBERS of the shows that I talked about were going out of their way to read what I said, and apparently I was wrong. I honestly don't even remember what she was replying to because I don't think it was anything specific, I think she had just been reading what I said for a long time and finally got annoyed enough to tweet at me directly.

Ironically, my friends actually took that screenshot that those people keep on reposting because they figured she would do a tweet and delete and they were right, and because it was (IMHO pretty rightfully) seen as an attempt to basically get a ton of people to harass me because I thought she was a bad actor. So while these randos are trying to twist that into evidence that I harassed her so badly that she finally called me out, it was essentially the opposite, and it caused a bit of a fandom blow up because a lot of people were like "hey you're sending hate towards a specific person who has never spoken to you and that's effed" and so she tweeted and deleted it before I even knew what had happened.

And this is some really deep fandom cuts, but while I thought that was a pretty dickish thing to do because A. I very specifically went out of my way to never discuss her personally/say anything beyond criticism of her poor acting performance and B. I had zero clue that she had even seen what I was saying up until a short while before she called me out by URL, there was a writer on the series that was very well known for starting shit with fans who I think was the clear instigator behind this. Given her public shitty behavior and the info that was sort of implied/came out after this weird fandom fuckery, I'm pretty sure that she had showed Phoebe and other actors on the show my blog and the blogs of some of my friends like a year before this happened, and again based on her prior behavior I suspect she was gassing the situation up a lot until it finally spilled over onto social media, which was when I actually found out that any of this shit was going on BTS in the first place.

But anyway, this weird incident was really the first and only time I had any interaction with her and it wasn't even really an interaction, I have still never spoken to her directly, sent her anything, or literally done anything involving her beyond answering asks about her acting. And ultimately I obviously can't control who says what about me and I just have to deal with that, but again, the evidence that they're using as proof that I harassed her is quite literally evidence that she was trying to get people to harass me, which is actually lowkey hilarious.

[misscammiedawn]

Cammie posting: Desire - Under Your Spell

Camden posting: Savage Garden - To The Moon And Back

Dawn posting: Spray - Cosmic Kylie

vbhegfuieghueoi I WAS NOT EXPECTING SOMEONE TO DIVIDE IT UP BY TAG!

Thank you Anon! So, let's go one by one!

Desire Under Your Spell

Eeee! This is such a sweet and soft lil' subby song if you read it like that-- I'll be a good girl and ignore the "I am trapped by an obsession that won't go away and left to pine and long for that which is unobtainable" reading because we're all hypnofetishy folx here (at least--- you should be on my Hypno Community Tumblr Account?) and it's more fun to smile and swoon at being completely and utterly spellbound <3

Also Drive is a dang good movie <3

Savage Garden - To The Moon And Back

Okay, so uuuuh-- full transparency here, anon? I have been listening to this song since I was 13 years old and sing along loudly on car rides every now and again-- it and The Tower by Vienna Teng ARE my Camden songs and have been for as long as Camden has been a thing-- well, I didn't know Vienna Teng existed until 2012-- so--

And I'll ignore the voice in the back of my head that says you knew that already, because I do not know who sent this and that could just be a huge coincidence--

But like? For real. Camden has always always always been defined by this song since I was 19 years old and started imagining what my "femsona" would be like...

I should probably type about how Camden came about someday...

Maybe not today though!

So-- anyway! Thank you anon, that is a nail disturbingly well hit on the head!

I always loved the Spanish guitar break and the 2nd verse kind of hits harder these days since I was an angsty teen =/

Spray - Cosmic Kylie

So I'm clearly hearing this for the first time-- it's an official YT video with only 700 views from a channel with 5.8k subscribers of a UK specific band. I shouldn't be trying to decode who sent this by dissection, but at the same time they did do a cover of Run With Us on this same album and I do know someone who searches for covers of that song---

ANYWAY!

This song effing SLAPS! So listen to it if you have a moment!

"We will worship sunsets and explain the inexplicable with flawed logic and charm.

Because I'm much more than a star - I'm an actual star!"

Is pretty dang on-point for when I'm in mind-bending seduction mode <3

Anon, you're lovely, I adore you more than you know and would love to hear your reply if this at all was good commentary? :D

[kimyoonmiauthor]

Slight correction to the correction...

Screenshot is from Wikipedia on Sugarcane.

Text:

The two centers of domestication for sugarcane are one for Saccharum officinarum by Papuans in New Guinea and another for Saccharum sinense by Austronesians in Taiwan and southern China. Papuans and Austronesians originally primarily used sugarcane as food for domesticated pigs. The spread of both S. officinarum and S. sinense is closely linked to the migrations of the Austronesian peoples. Saccharum barberi was only cultivated in India after the introduction of S. officinarum.[12][13] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sugarcane

^^;; My geekery continues.

OK, what's true is that unlike a lot of other foods, it was a slow Westward diffusion over time until it hit Europe and Europe can't grow sugarcane under normal conditions. The native range is tropical or subtropical. I've covered this in the larger doc and several times over, but people argue for sugarbeets in this case, and NO, you REQUIRE industrialization for that since sugarbeet processing didn't exist until the LATE Victorian era. This is why the slave trade.

References abound in that section and I checked. It lines up with the Cambridge History of food.

BTW, I'm stating this again, I did a 50 page treaties on subsistence systems which DOES cover rich and poor food, and struggle food using anthropological sources. The original post was merely adding to it. It has SOOO much, it crashed my computer of the time. It has SO much information, that pretty much the sheer compiling of it beats most Anthropology textbooks on food, including the official one because the commonly used one for Anthropology of food doesn't break it down like that, but basically has a list of articles of which I've effing included into the doc as the book is listed (not the articles.)

The point of the opening post was to add and the point of the replies was to say stop using magic as a substitute for trade. 'cause Fuck it, PoCs exist and Fuck it, like WTH is with everyone fixated on temperate climates? Even Europe isn't all Temperate. Scandanavia not exist for you??? The Med doesn't exist for you?? Italy IS NOT TEMPERATE.

I don't think magic should be used as an excuse to cut out PoCs. I think that's a really poor way of going about things, ya know. And I hate to see it. Won't kill ya to mention traders and trade. (And I did cover how Inuit are PoC that far north too in the Physical Anthropology post and man, it's tied to food).

I swear, I tried very, very much to cram in all I could into those 50 pages and give you vastly more to think about than Seasonal changes. I got things like goats vs. sheep and which environments (And I checked with my Economics Prof on this and my theory and he said it made sense), how to invent domesticated animals, I tried to cite people who did it right and wrong in Fantasy. I got the advantages and disadvantages of various plant types. How to avoid imperialism (thus also do imperialism) from a theoretical standpoint, how to design a trade network around food. I put my degree for good and shared it free for you, even though the degree cost me over 20K. I poured my years of watching cooking shows, research in the uni library, begging with the Food Anthro prof to give me his syllabus, used the Harvard syllabus, pictures I took of pages from said library and vast watching of various anthro and food documentary shows to compile it together.

I swear, I tried my best to cover everything until my computer and Tumblr said no mas and I had to give up and then reblogged and wrote a topic on top of the things I kinda couldn't write in so you could research them.

Yes, Socioeconomics of food is IN THERE. I didn't suffer for 5 years in utter abject poverty for the first 5 years of my life to forget about socioeconomics of food. I also spent time giving credit to where things come from, have pictures of the Cambridge History of Food, and then used a college class on European food systems to talk about the contribution of the Mongols to Europe.

I was fucking efficient. It took me quite a while to write. And I took a few years to collect the images for it too. But I missed thinking about food more efficiently on realizing how long it takes to make one dish and how much pre-planning goes into it. That's why I put up a new post.

Again: I swear it's all in that doc. I just can't edit it anymore because I broke Tumblr. ^^;;

The reason I state this is I'd rather not tread old ground when I effing covered it and very widely and gave a bunch of thinking points on it. You bet I'd cover imperialization of food. I swear, I swear that post should have almost everything you need. My economics prof often talked about how the economics was tied into food production. If I thought of it, I think I put in his whole thing about his work on Yap or linked him to it at least. (James Egan) Flips everything you think about food and food production.

So before people reply to this post, at least give the original a spin and skim it to see if the point was made so I don't have to repeat the same thing. Read the subject titles if you like, but get an idea of what was covered.

Slight note about the system of food.

'cause adding it to the large doc might crash my computer?

I've realized that though historical fiction minds this more when set in pre-industrial times, that often fantasy set in agricultural societies doesn't seem to do this, though it should.

So I'll give you an example...

Almost everything in Korean food is centered and bred for two things: Kimchi and soy sauce.

But what you don't realize in your industrialized state how freaking long it takes to make these things and how much planning is involved and how much you have to mind the seasons in order to make it correctly.

Kimchi:

Baekchu (or other vegetables) that's often harvested in fall.

The salt, which was traditionally sea salt was harvested in the spring and summer months.

Garlic is a spring to mid summer crop.

The sweet rice that goes into winter kimchi takes a ton of work to make and can take from Spring to fall.

The fish sauce that goes into Kimchi that helps preserve it for over a year, takes and ENTIRE YEAR to make. Yes, a year. You really, really have to plan on that. And what do you do if the fishing is poor for that year?

Spring onions are faster to grow, but you still have to time it for the fall kimchi making.

The fish are seasonal. For example, Yellow Corvina is taken in Korea in the spring. Shrimp in the summer (June), and anchovies in early spring to fall.

Your timing has to be impeccable and you need an entire year to plan this one dish.

Meanwhile, you, industrialized person, take for granted that you can get fish sauce any time you like and can pour it over kimchi.

In fantasy this could add flavor to your fantasy make up, if your character can only get this dish once a year. It can add political unrest (What do you mean the salt harvest was poor and we're left with the shitty metallic salt), because your characters in an agricultural society will be subject to weather changes, which you get when reading historical fiction and so on. Three seasons of poor harvest, daaaamnn... the people might overthrow their government. There might be new religions that pop up, there might be uprisings because the King and Queen are eating feasts every day while the peasants are eating things that are empty calories.

What I'm saying is that you can't be too entrenched into industrial mindset if you're not writing an industrial setting.

That orange is seasonal and only comes about in a connected system that has winter and a warmer climate.

Maybe there are key foods for your climate that are highly treasured or sought after. Mandarins once were. Cacao. Think a bit about those things and how it might interact with the larger world. When does your plant mature and when can it be harvested? is it different from different climates? There's wars that have been fought over food. (Tea, famously, at least a few times).

A staple crop failing is going to have devastating consequences.

And yet, often in fantasy, I often see people going, ya know what I can eat in the dead of winter, strawberries. Do we have greenhouses? No. Did we have freezers? No. But you know what my character is eating? A strawberry. Yeah, think about that. Strawberries don't preserve well. So plan out the timing of your dishes a bit (to the climate and subsistence system) and it can give a bit of background worldbuilding to your dishes and food.

I do have to say that the small mentions from Rings of Power n what's in season or not and why kinda made me feel like the world and the traveling was more "real" with the Harfoot. There's small references to fall v. spring crops.

[artemiskitsune]

Thank you guys ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

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Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications! ❤️🌻

Thank you lovely! 

Curling up with a good book when it’s raining outside.

A picnic lunch (without wasps).

The pre-Christmas build up, choosing a few gifts and putting up the tree.

Opening a new packet of coffee and having a big old sniff.

Getting to play Sims for more than half an hour! It’s a rarity!

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[in-the-name-of-styles]

Need You.

Author’s Note: Hello! After answering tons and tons of asks, and explaining how Tumblr had deleted the second part “Please Stay” to my one shot named “Only If” for god knows what reasons. I had to do this for you guys. I stopped writing years ago, and but kept my masterlist open for you to come and read my writings whenever you wish to. Trust me, this was so effing difficult for me to do! but I’m kind of proud that I removed the time and managed it. but let me inform you it’s not the same, because I do not remember what happened in the original one clearly. I hope this is a better and hopefully more well-written (amongst my other writings *cringe*) version of the old one.

It’s not proof read. I haven't edited it, so I’m sorry in advance for the typos. 

So, guys, gals and non-binary pals, I present to you (apology for it being light years late) the part two to your favourite little creation of mine “Only If”, with a new identity... please welcome “Need You”!

Do let me know how it makes you feel in the ask box or comment section. I love reading them. Happy Reading!

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: tons of angst with tons of fluff, sensitive harry???? (or do you guys call it sub!harry nowadays??) anyways it’s a cute!harry :P !

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It’s been four hours, and you still weren’t back. Though it wasn’t new for you to go for a drive after an argument with him, you often came back within an hour or two. The blizzard outside was making Harry quite anxious. Even though the fight was extreme, he wanted you back safe and sound. He now realised how harsh he was on you. You didn’t intentionally leak the song. It was a mistake and it could happen to anyone, himself included. He felt guilty over the way he yelled at you; it wasn’t like him to react like that.

Suddenly, Harry felt the need to do something special for you. Though he planned on apologising to you verbally, he wanted his actions to prove it too. He made his way to the kitchen to cook you your favourite meal. He got a hold of his phone and switched on the playlist which include all the songs both of you enjoyed. the sound of the vessels clucking against each other minimised over the song playing on through the speakers.

A smile lit up on his face as he reminisced back to the moment when you were dancing to this song while making the two of you breakfast.

FLASHBACK

Harry rubbed his eyes as he walked down the stairs, his dimpled smile already making its appearance when he heard your voice blasting through the kitchen entrance. He didn’t know why you bothered turning the song on so loud, you were anyways going to be louder. He stopped at the kitchen entrance, a silent laugh escaped him as he leaned against the door frame and took in the scene going on in front of him.

“You say you want a good time! Well here I am, baby, here I am, baby” you belted out loud, cheeks turning red with the happiness radiating out of you. You’d decided that the whisk was your microphone of choice with batter stuck to it and everything. You’re moving those luscious hips which drive him crazy right to the rhythm of the song.

“Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me talk to me, tell me what's on your mind!” you missed a note but you don’t care. This scene right in front of him, he wished he could capture and watch it forever. Bruno Mars did bring a wild side out of you, and he couldn’t bring himself to be jealous of the multi-talented singer. He would give anything to see you like this. Knowing you’re the shy type who doesn’t enjoy too much of attention, getting to watch you like this was definitely a sight.

He walked right up to you and wrapped his arms around you slowly. You jumped in a scare, as you were lost in your own world. “Harry! You scared me.” You complained, trying to ignore the blush on you cheeks after you realised he must’ve been watching you from a far.

He nuzzled into your neck and sighed, while pressing a kiss there, “Hmm… I’m sorry, m’love. But you just looked so beautiful I didn’t want to stop you.” He murmured while pressing more kisses to your neck, then trailing them up to your jawline. ��Y’ look utterly ravishing right now. Forget pancakes, instead I’ll have you for breakfast.” He smiled and went on to kiss your cheeks. His comments made you smile. He saw his chance and lightly bite the side of your cheek. You squealed and tried to push him away.

“H, stop!” you laughed. He tightened his arms around you and swayed to the beat of the song then went on to sing next lyric “Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby what you tryna do!” he slightly lifted up your t-shirt and moved one of his hands under it, and muttered, “huh? What are you trying to do to me, baby?” and pressed yet another kiss to your cheek.

“Gosh, your hands are extremely cold!” you gasped. He then turned you around to face him. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him. The two of you smiled quietly towards each other, then he leaned down to kiss you properly. You shifted one of your hands into his the nape of his neck and the other went on to cup his cheek. He moved one of his around your shoulder and the other around your waist. Both of you sighed and bathed in each other’s presence.

“G’morning, froggy” you teased as pulled away first and smiled up at him. He frowned and tutted, then smacked your ass lightly. You always teased him for his morning face, said it looked like a cute frog. He rubbed the area he spanked and quickly pecked you once again before pulling away to look at you.

Brushing away the hair stuck to your face, “Morning, precious. How’re you feeling?” he asked, hugging you towards his chest. Let’s just say the rest of the day went on just like this. Him being needy for your attention, and you loving on him without any hold backs.

END OF FLASHBACK

Right as he was getting ready to plate the dish, the doorbell rang. He smiled, happy to finally have you home. He quickly washed his hands and walked up to the door as he rubbed his hand dry with the towel which was once on his shoulder. He buzzed you in thinking you’ll unlock the main door with the security code. But after two minutes of waiting and not seeing you walk through the door, he turned on the camera above his buzzer to see what was wrong.

He frowned when he saw two police officers standing outside his door. His heart suddenly started racing at rapid speed. He rushed towards the door and unlocked them. Coming face to face with the two sombre looking men, he tentatively asked, “G’ evening, officers. How may I help you?”

The two men exchanged looks and the tall one replied, “Sir, there has been an accident and we found an ID on the victim. Is this Ms. Y/N Y/L/N residence? we’re here to inform you about the unfortunate event.”

“I-I don’t understand? What happened?” he stuttered, his legs almost felt as if they were about to give up.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have much information for you. May we ask what’s your relation to the victim?” the other officer asked, and gave him an apologetic smile.

“Fiancé.” He cleared his throat, trying to calm himself down. He could feel his panic attack rising. “I’m her fian-” he shook his head, “Just tell me where she is please…” he pleaded and quickly put on his shoes. He took his car keys and raced up to his rover.

“She’s over at St. Thomas, Mr. Styles.” The officers had clearly recognised the distressed man. “Here’s her ID. We hope everything is well.”

Harry couldn’t bring himself to thank them as he started his car and backed out of the parking spot. He raced up to the hospital, and once he reached, he ran up to the reception.

“Y-Y/N Y/L/N? S-She just c-came in? I’m her f-fiancé?” He gasped out your name. The lady was busy tending to others to notice him. “Hey! Hey! Please ma’am just tell me where she is!” he was on the verge of weeping in front of her.

The old lady looked at him with a bit of annoyance, “Take a breath, young man. I’m trying my best here!” She walked up to him. “Now tell me, what was her name again?”

“Y/N Y/L/N!” He rushed. He couldn’t stand straight. Once he got what he wanted, he ran towards the elevator, up to the fifth floor. The corridor was busy and he couldn’t care less about pushing people aside. He just wanted to get to you as soon as he could. He found your door and barged in, not caring about the doctors around your bed.

“Y/N!” He rushed to your side, dropping beside your bed.

“Sir you can’t be her-” the male nurse tried to pull him back.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry, precious!” He cried, trying to get the man off of him and get back to you. “I’m here now, okay? I’m not going anywhere- GET OFF ME. SHE NEEDS ME!” he yelled pushing the guy away.

“Hey man you’re no good to her at the moment yeah? Let the doctors do their job!” the nurse tried to make him understand while pulling him back yet again. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to reach to you. He sobbed over your state, blood was streaming down your forehead, and all he wanted to do was protect you and wrap his arms around you.

“No I need to be here! Please let me!” he cried. All of sudden a beep brought his cries to a halt. He looked around frantically wanting to know what had happened. “W-What’s wrong?!” he hiccupped.

The doctor and the nurses around him started rushing around the room. He then heard those words which made his heart stop, “She has flat-lined! Someone pass me the defibrillator!” the  doctor raised his voice.

Harry couldn’t believe this was happening. The nurse had enough of the unwilling man and pushed him out the door, “Sir we cannot help her if you’re being difficult. Please calm down and go to the waiting room. We will inform you about her doing as soon as we can.” and then shut the door to his face. Harry could no longer see you. The group of doctors, covered your body.

He slid down the wall next to your door and sobbed into his hands. Only if he would’ve stopped you from leaving. Only if he would’ve told you that he forgives you and that he loved you more than anything. Only if he would’ve let the argument die and kiss you instead. Only if…

Later, the upset man walked himself to the toilet. He caught his reflection in the mirror. He didn’t care about his red swollen eyes, his sweaty forehead and matted hair. The image of you lying on that bed yet again brought tears to his eyes. The thought of you not making it made him retch and he rushed into one of the restrooms. He dry-heaved and cried. Once he was able to breathe, he took out his phone.

Sniffling as he dialled the only number he could think of, The voice on the other side made him breakdown. “Mum I-” he couldn’t complete his sentence, as he tried to wipe his eyes.

“Harry? Darling what’s wrong?!” she asked shocked at her son’s rapid breathing.

“Y/N s-she is- Mum I can’t lose her. I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have let her leave. What if she doesn’t make it?” He wept while running his sticky fingers through his hair.

“Love, what-” she tried to ask him, but he cut her off.

“What if she…What if she dies, mum?” he cried and coughed.

His mother had figured out by now that you were not okay, and might be admitted in the hospital. She tried to calm her son through the phone. Unfortunately, she wasn’t near him and by the time she would reach it might not be enough. So she did the only thing she could once Harry hung up the phone, she rang up his friends.

Harry sat himself down on one of the wating room chairs. No one was telling him anything, he had no idea how you were doing or if you were okay. He was out of tears, and soon enough the exhaustion took over him. He didn’t even realise when he had fallen asleep until he felt a hand brush the back of his head. He opened his eyes and saw his two friends crouching in front of him.

“Hey buddy…” Louis smiled softly. Harry jolted back up, and got up to run towards your room. But before he could stand up straight Mitch stopped him. “H, they just came in here to inform us about her condition.”

“How’s she? Is she okay? Is she awake? She needs me, I need to be beside her.” He rushed. His two close friends, tried to calm him down.

“They said she’s stable now, mate. But we aren’t allowed to meet her yet, okay?” Louis stated.

Harry took deep breaths and looking at their extremely destressed friend, Louis pulled him into a hug. Getting the comfort he desperately needed, Harry started sobbing again. He was tired of crying but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

“Everything is going to be okay, Harry. She’s our little tigress, she’s going to pull through, yeah?” Mitch ran a hand drown his friend’s shoulder. Harry nodded lightly and tried to slow down his heart.

48 Hours Later

It’s been two days, yesterday Harry was allowed to visit you since they moved you out of the ICU. Thankfully, your internal recovery was rapid, and you could wake up anytime. He was getting a bit impatient. He wanted to see you open those shiny eyes and look at him the way you always did, with so much love that made him giddy and flustered. These past two days he’s been talking to you, continuously apologising for his behaviour, and how he’s going to make up for everything that went wrong. You just had to come back to him.

“and then Louis got frustrated because Mitch was not answering him. But that’s Mitch for you, right?” he slightly smiled and ran the hand which wasn’t holding you hand, through your hair. “You’re going to hate your hair, once you wake up. You always like them a certain way, don’t you? But don’t you worry, I’ll help you wash your hair as soon as you wake up and come back home.” He stated and kissed your hand. He was silent for a while, just continued to run his hand through your hair.

“You’re going to come back to me, right precious?” he asked quietly, “Why aren’t you waking up, huh? Your froggy needs you to open your eyes....” he continued, as he forced a laugh out of his throat which had a huge lump in it. His eyes turned misty as he continued, “I hate it here. Seeing you like this is a nightmare. I miss you so much. I miss you calling me annoying little names. I miss you smacking me when I’m being a narcissistic little prick. I miss your voice. I miss everything about you, and even though it’s just been two day, I feel like it’s been forever. Wake up, baby. Please…” he pleaded.

As the day turned into night, Harry decided to stay back. He asked for an extra blanket and a pillow for his makeshift bed on the couch. He didn’t know why he bothered because he spent the entire night sitting beside you, holding your hand as he fell asleep leaning against it.

You could listen before you could see. The only thing you could hear was the air conditioner and someone lightly snoring against your right hand. You tried to move your fingers as you opened your eyes. The bright light made you squint, you blinked rapidly as your vision cleared. You turned to your right and saw Harry’s peaceful face sleeping against your hand. You felt the need to clear your throat, and your eyes searched the room for a glass of water. But the sound made Harry wake up from his sleep. He lifted his face and wiped the little drool from his face and the little amount on your hand.

“whoops, you’d kill me now if you were awak-” he turned to look at your face, and he had to double take. He gasped, almost falling off this chair. “Y/N…Oh my- you’re awake!” he nearly yelled. He pressed the button to call the nurse and then cupped your face going on to press kisses to your face, “Baby I was so scared. I thought I had lost you!” He laughed his airy laugh and looked at you with utter happiness.

For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. The words he said to you were the only thing swimming through your mind. For you time had stood still, like the fight had happened mere hours ago. You moved your face away from his hands. Harry frowned noticing this change in your mood.

“Hey what’s wrong? The doctor is on her way, yeah. Do y’need anything?” he asked frantically following your eyes round the room. He saw you eye the plastic cup beside your bed, “Y’ want water? Hold on I’ll get it for you.” He ran to the other side and brought the cup up to your face. You didn’t realise how thirsty you were until the first sip hit your throat, you started gulping it down quickly.

“Take it easy, precious. They took out the tube just yesterday.” He explained softly.

Once your thirst was quenched he kept the cup aside then went on to pull his sleeve over his knuckles and wiped the wet corners of your mouth. You moved your face aside yet again, he couldn’t understand what was wrong. But before he could ask you, the doctor came in to check on you. She did her tests and asked a few questions. She left as soon as she was done, and told you even though the injury looked worse than it actually is, you had take it easy for a couple of days.

Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, “How’re you feeling, love?” he asked quietly. You nodded, “I’m okay.” He came up to you and raised his hand to caress your cheek. But before he could touch you, your head turned to the opposite side. He couldn’t take it anymore, so he asked you.

“Will you please look at me? What’s happened, precious?” as he caressed your hair.

“Why should I look at you, Harry? So you can tell me how careless I am, or how I’m not trustworthy?” you rasped quietly. For a minute he was unable understand what you were trying to say. Then flashbacks from your fight the other night came back rushing to him. The things he said to you, and how guilty he felt later. His words had left a huge impact than he thought they did.

He took your face in his hand with very much to little force, he had to tell you this, “Y/N y’have absolutely no idea for how sorry I am for that night-” but you didn’t let him complete.

“That’s only because I got into this accident.” You snapped. He shook his head rapidly, he saw you getting worked up over this. You’ve always been a little firecracker, and you never failed to tell him when he was being a dick or to defend yourself quite amazingly, he always loved that quality. Apropos, he couldn’t let you hurt yourself in this condition.

“First of all, please calm down-” he started, “don’t tell me to calm down, harry!” you raged. He hated himself for smiling when you’re clearly very upset. But for the past few days he had to witness you lie there lifeless which had taken a toll on his mental state. He loved the fact that you were awake, so you yelling at him was more of a reward than a punishment. You looked at him sharply and saw him not taking you seriously, this brought tears to your eyes.

You sniffled and looked away from him to rest your head against the pillows on the raised up side of your bed roughly. Harry’s small smile melted away as quickly as it appeared. He rubbed the side you almost banged to the pillow, “I’m so sorry, precious. I swear I did not mean anything I said.” He pleaded and took a seat down on the chair beside you.

Right then the nurse which pushed him out of the room the other day and now was much like a friend to him entered the room with a tray which had a bowl of soup and jello in it. Harry smiled at him gratefully and took the tray from him as the guy set up the table on your bed.

“How’re you feeling, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked once he was ready to leave. You gave him a small smile and said you were feeling better. The moment he left Harry looked back at you with a longing look on his face, when you refused to look at him he sighed and set the tray down on the small table and took a seat in front you on the bed. He looked at you as he removed the metal spoon from its cover, and then went on to remove the cover set on top of the soup. He blew light air on the spoonful of soup, then brought it up to your mouth. You refused to touch it. He sighed and looked at you pleadingly, “Y’ know someone told me we shouldn’t remove our anger on food.” He stated, turning your words against you.

You glared at him in anger for minute as he looked at you with a loving smile. “Please?” He moved it closer to your mouth, “You’ve got to eat it, I’m not budging unless you do, Y/N.”

Even though you wanted to stay stubborn, you were kind of hungry. So you let him feed you the soup. When he got to the jello, you refused profoundly. “But it’s the chocolate flavoured one! Remember the time we used to share one when I was here for my fractured foot? C’mon we’ll share this one too, if y’want?” he tried convincing you with his soft eyes.

“I don’t want to share it with you. Actually, I don’t want anything to do with you at the moment to be completely honest.” you snapped. You were aware of the fact that you were being very unreasonable and bitchy but it was his words that has caused extreme hurt to you. Your words hurt Harry, and it was evident on his face. He wrapped up the jello and cleared everything. The day passed, and in the evening your last visitor entered the room.

“There she is!” Louis came up to you and hugged you lightly, making sure not to hurt you. “Hello, darling. How’re you?” he kissed your forehead. Harry left you alone with him as he went to get the two of them some coffee.

“What’s happened to him? Why the long face still? I mean I get that Harry loves to pretend that he’s this macho man and all. S’ a bit ridiculous to be honest. Like who’s he kidding, he’s a puppy.” Louis laughed. You smiled at this.

“I’m still a bit upset with him over our fight. So I haven’t been talking to him.” You explained. Louis frowned at this and then sighed, “Oh love don’t do that... This has been very tough for him. Should’ve seen his state these past few days. The man has been a mess ever since the officers came to your house that night.”

“I’m trying, Lou. But I just can’t forget all the things he said. I was so hurt, I still am!” you rubbed your forehead, as it was beginning to give you an ache.

“He’s very sorry, Y/N. Trust me when I say that I’ve never seen him like I saw him that day. He just wanted you to wake up. He was just blaming himself, how he shouldn’t have let you leave the house.” He took a hold of your hand, “he loves you so much, darling. He’s absolutely mad over you.” He rubbed your hand, “A’bit obsessed if you ask me. If I were you I’d have him get that checked with a therapist.” He joked, you laughed loudly. He smiled with you, and passed you the water you signalled for.

“Forgive him, Y/N. He can’t even bring himself to go home. The only time he went there was to get some clothes, and to put the dinner he made for you in the rubbish bin.” He sassed. “and I know I’m speaking for Mitch too here when I say this, but both him and I could use a break from all the non-stop stress weeping calls we’ve been getting from him.” You gasped at him with a mock offence for Harry, and lightly smacked his shoulder. You were always thankful for Louis in moments like these. He was a great friend to you and Harry.

Harry came back with two coffees and passed one to his blue-eyed friend. He took a seat on the sofa which was against the wall, and the three of you, though it was mostly you and Louis, had a light conversation while the men finished up their coffee. Louis bid his farewell with another kiss on your forehead and a well wish, you thanked him and waved goodbye. Harry walked him out the door, and came back in a second later.

“Y’ need anything?” He asked as he took a seat on the chair beside you. You shook your head as you observed him fidgeting with the cuticles of his nails. He did that when he was anxious.

Neither of you spoke for a while. But the minute you heard a sniffle, you snapped your head towards him. You tried to get a look at his face, the tip of his nose was a bit red and he was now fidgeting with his feet too. He wasn’t crying but he sure was on the verge of it.

You suddenly felt an overwhelming amount of love for the man in front of you. You leaned against your bed and sighed, smiling a little. It’s pathetic how in love you were with each other. You couldn’t even stay mad at him.

“Harry?” You whispered softly. He hummed without looking up. So you continued, “I need you to do something” you faked a stern voice to play with him a bit more.

“Yeah sure, what’s it?” he muttered as he got up and rubbed his hands down his thighs, then finally looked at you. You looked at him without an expression and said, “I need you to come here and give me a good cuddle, a kiss too if I like the cuddle.” And then smiled at him lovingly. He looked at you for a second. You almost thought he was  going to yell at you, but the opposite happened. He started tearing up and heavy tear drops ran down his cheeks.

You gasped and quickly leaned forward to take a hold of his hand which was near you. “Oh Harry..” You whispered as you pulled him near you. He the minute you sat him in front of you, he started crying heavily. You were so shocked yet you’ve never been more mesmerised by him. You quickly tried wiping his tears away and comforted him, “Honey, don’t cry. I’m not upset anymore!”

“I-I’m honestly s-sorry! I promise I didn’t mean what I said that day, Y/N!” he tried to speak while wiping his tears.

“I know, babe. I know!” you tried to say it properly but it came out in a laughing manner and tried to draw the crying man close to you, but seeing you laugh made him more upset and he pushed you away lightly, so you forcefully pulled him into a cuddle.

He told himself he’s letting himself be pulled because he didn’t want to hurt you, but it was actually because he wanted you close, so he went in head first. You lay down against the pillows and cuddle him against your chest. He went on sniffling into your neck and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Harry why are you crying!” you tried controlling your laughter. He whined and pulled his face away, “Y’were so fucking mean since the moment you woke up. I didn’t expect it.” He said and hiccupped, thanks to the sobbing breakdown he just had. You pulled on your lips so you wouldn’t smile.

“Well now you know, honey. It hurts, doesn’t it? You were so mean to me too!” You teased. He nuzzled back into your neck, pressing kisses there which always made you giggle.

“I’m really sorry, precious. Honestly, I really am.” He said into your neck, yet producing another hiccup. You couldn’t control yourself anymore so you smiled and pressed a quite a few smooches to his temple, and inhaled his comforting scent.

“It’s okay, baby. I forgive you. I’m sorry for my foolish mistake too, I really didn’t mean to ruin your hard work like that.” You apologised. He pulled away and brought the hand that was around your waist to your cheek and said, “I forgave you a long time ago, but you honestly don’t have to apologise at all. It could happen to anyone, m’love. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. Y’know I made dinner and everything as an apology. But then the officers…” his tone dropped and he couldn’t continue. So, you sadly smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

He sighed and reciprocated the kiss with so much love and passion that you couldn’t help but wrap the arm which around his shoulder a bit more tighter and ran the other through the back of his head gently. The two of you pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes, he moved the hair that escaped from your braid and tucked it behind your ear, “I was so scared. I thought I had lost you.” He whispered softly, and swallowed the small lump, “I missed you a lot, baby” he said and you couldn’t help but peck his cute pout.

“I missed you too, froggy” you replied. The pet name made him reward you with a dimpled smile. He nuzzled into your neck and whispered, “I love you.”

“and I love you.” You kissed his forehead.

“Just for your information, I’m not letting you out of my sight for a really long time.” He stated sternly.

You laughed but stopped when you saw he wasn’t joking, “You know I have to work, right?”

“Y’can easily take a break for a month or two.” He said, as he yawned and cuddle closer to you. “A MONTH OR TWO?! Have you gone mad?” you gasped, lightly pulling on his hair.

“No I haven’t. Try to get rid of me, baby. I dare you.” He laughed a scheming laugh. You knew he wasn’t joking. He tended to become quite paranoid and obsessive over you when situations like these occur. But you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“We’ll see, mister.” You said, and caressed the back of his head.

“oh we will, missus.”

The End.

Author’s Note: I really put in a lot of efforts on this one, so you guys kind of owe me *wink* y'all gotta humour my praise kink now!!! ;P

Love you guys! 

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Simblrpocalypse (Weekend Replies)

Rather than me having a good time on my main Sims 3 simblr account (murfeelee.tumblr.com which recently fell victim to Tumblr’s insta-ban spree)--posting my regular Weekend! Replies!, queuing up gameplay posts & TS3 CC--instead I’m hunkered down in the trenches tryna decide WHAT DO DO NEXT.

soupiesoupsimblr reblogged your post “Murfeelee Account Deletion”

What the heck… What are we gonna do.. Do we leave.. Or stay and fight?

doka-chan reblogged your post “Murfeelee Account Deletion”

#Really #Like REALLY ??!!!!!! #Seriously #@staff #This is nonsense and it has to end #We love Tumblr #Don't give us excuses to hate it #Please

sugar-sugarsims replied to your post “Murfeelee Account Deletion”

This is what they want us to pay for? Gradient boxes and random auto deletes? I think not. I just hope my cc blog doesn’t get hit. 😔

dreamsongsims reblogged your post “Murfeelee Account Deletion”

I feel like the entire sims community needs an emergency location where we can all meet up post Tumpolcalypse. I hate the thought of our little community being purged and culled with no way to get back to each other. Ridiculous!

Even if/when Tumblr restores my account, and the accounts of fellow simmers who are being sniped (I just heard that Toreno-Werty got banned yesterday, too @three-stars-ranch WTF--not to mention everyone else who told me about their bans), that’s not going to solve the underlying problem with this hellsite.

It’s been increasingly obvious that Tumblr and @staff’s reliance on its fundamentally flawed and BROKEN algorithm have alienated and downright driven away whole swathes of its user base. The infamous Dec17 Tumblrpocalypse first started purging the site of all kinds of content, to pander to Apple’s apps (which whaddaya know is neck-deep in an antitrust lawsuit vs Epic Games for bad business practices).

Sinking Ship: Tumblr/Simblr Alternatives?

Ever since December 17th, Tumblr users have seen the mass flagging, shadowbanning, Sensitive Content soft-bans, and instant termination of posts and accounts at large, which have led to several exoduses off of the platform for different, safer microblogging alternatives.

The Sims’ community of videogamers for TS1, TS2, TS3 and TS4 also fell victim to Tumblr’s nonsense, and numerous posts circulated ideas about the simblr community needing to move elsewhere, or better yet: creating out own Sims blogging website, some even making kickstarters to try creating one.

Unfortunately, these ideas weren’t able to get off the ground, as it’s EFFING HARD to run a website--costly, complex, and thankless to boot. We’ve all seen the constant pressure put on SimFileShare to carry the entire simming community all these years, as a Sims-specific FREE filesharing host for our terabytes, petabytes, exabytes, zetabytes, and yottabytes of CC.

One of the main deterrents to simblrs not leaving Tumblr as we rightly should’ve, is the plain simple fact of the matter that every alternative lacked some feature or another that Tumblr excels at. Be it site features (reblogs, tags, mentions, themes, media hosting, site import/export); integral user innovations (New X-Kit); the free and easy access (versus paywalls on Pillowfort & co.), we have all been trapped in this abusive relationship with Tumblr, for want of a better place to go.

Unless a better website is made, either by us or someone else, we’re stuck here. So what can be done about it?

Tumblr’s Auto-Bans, and the Reblogged Link Fiasco

The main allure is Tumblr’s large community presence & participation itself. The Dec17 Tumblrpocalypse lost Tumblr 1/3 of its entire user base in one fell swoop. There are tens of thousands of Simblrs across The Sims’ games. But crazy enough, these arbitrary auto-bans are ruining the one thing that kept us here--what’s the point of sticking around if you or someone you follow can get INSTANTLY kicked off the site under these spurious flaggings!? Especially if Tumblr does EFF ALL to make sure it doesn’t happen again?!

ny-sims reblogged your post “Murfeelee Account Deletion”

@staff soooo are you keeping this same energy for the racism, homophobia, or sexually graphic content too??? How many accounts will be deleted without notice before y’all fix the problem??? 🙄🙄🙄🙄

So I have zero confidence that merely getting our accounts back will fix things--the OLD links/posts are still out there; having been reblogged dozens if not hundreds of times. Innocent simblrs are being shut down left and right lately--one site gets restored, and two more get banned the next day. This is LITERALLY what happened to me, Desiree-uk, and Toreno-Werty, within HOURS of each other.

https://three-stars-ranch.tumblr.com/post/658800265616588800/hi-guys-its-me-toreno-werty-today-for-some

Even if Tumblr bothers to contact you, and deigns to grace you with an actual explantion, rather than leaving you in the effing dark, lately it’s tended to be because of reblogged links

xldkx replied to your post “Murfeelee Account Deletion”

they'll hit you if you reblog anything with adfly on it. be careful. also they do not like outbound links bc your stuff gets shadowbanned in the tag.

Exactly. And one outbound link in particular:

https://desiree-uk.tumblr.com/post/658600853646770176/my-account-has-been-restored

Reblogs, by their very nature, are PERVASIVE, so what do we do when years -old reblogged content is buried deep in our blogs--partcularly those links that are not immediately apparent to even be from flagged sites????

ny-sims replied to your post “Murfeelee Account Deletion”

@staff it’s 2021 yall.. there has to be a better way to filter content. Deleting entire accounts is extreme af! And on top of that. The Sims community is a big reason for Tumblrs survival. Let’s be real, not many use this damn site anymore 🤷🏽‍♀️ idc idc!

ktarsims reblogged your post “Murfeelee Account Deletion”

This is absurd. If an old reblog contains bad content, can’t you just delete the original post and all reblogs? Or are your moderation tools so poor that you can’t? Banning whole accounts for old reblogs which are glitchy and can’t even be deleted is ridiculous. #tumblr fails

catbrokensims3 reblogged your post “Murfeelee Account Deletion”

This is just so disheartening. I don’t understand why @staff can’t delete the posts rather than the whole blog? Then give the blog owner some warning when posts are deleted so they can do something and/or know that reblogs that used to be okay no longer are? We’re losing potentially valuable content to our community here. This is throwing the baby out with the bathwater big time and it’s sad. #sims #what is going on #why

Tumblr’s claimed to be making the site better and more positive and other BULLSHITE before, but ever since the Dec17 Tumblrpocalypse things have just gone from bad to worse. If Tumblr’s blatant handwaving of the Post+ backlash is anything to go by, @staff  just said EFF ALL Y’ALL, and DOUBLED DOWN on their nonsense, regardless of the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS who spoke out against them going forward with paid subscriptions and filled out the survey Tumblr clearly IGNORED.

https://techcrunch.com/2021/07/22/tumblr-community-lash-out-post-plus-subscription/

It’s been 3 years since we faced this kind of continued barrage from @staff, and one paying to the signs seriously has to wonder if Ragnarok is finally upon us, after 3 years of Fimbulwinter.

Is the Simblrpocalypse inevitable? What can we do to protect/backup or content?

Last week I opened my own Wix account. However, I’ve always had trouble with Wix--it’s so HEAVY and SLOW, and bogs down my PC evey time I use it--let alone try to build my own. So it’s been VERY slow going for me to get my Wix page in a state where I can publish it, but I AM working on one, so I can at least have a place other than Tumblr to post my CC releases. 

And as for Wordpress backups, the last time I imported my Tumblr blog it glitched and made duplicates of every post, thus going over my storage space so that Wordpress won’t let me make new poists on that account. I made another Wordpress account, but AFAIK there’s no function on Wordpress’ Tumblr Import feature to pick and choose which posts we want to import -- it just imports the whole blog, which is unnecessary in my case, since I already have another Wordpress import for 2013-2018 -- I just want everything from 2019-2021 Imported. (And if I don't get my account back I can’t Import it anyway, which makes Wordpress moot).

So, other than Wix and/or Wordpress, what else is out there for us?

Wix might be our best bet for cataloguing CC, for those of us who make it. But what about community engagement? Places like Sims 3 Updates and My Sims 3 Blog migrated to TS4-only years ago, so Tumblr became the main hub for promoting new releases through reblogs. This was particularly effective after the rise of CC Finds Blogs like the late great Lana--another blog that got banned during the Dec17 Tumblrpocalypse, and never recovered. And several major CC Finds Blogs have been hit at least once by Tumblr’s ban since then, too.

A few weeks.months ago, when @mspoodle1​, @darkccfinds​, and @katsujiiccfinds​ got banned, I started considering backing up my stuff, but it was only once @desiree-uk​​  confirmed last week that it was still happening that I knew I needed to do something, and made my Wix account. As a fellow CC finds reblogger with 5 sideblogs dedicated to reblogging Sims content (including fancifults3cc.tumblr.com, scifits3ccblog.tumblr.com and ninthcirclets3cc.tumblr.com), I naturally expected to get hit next, and I was right. But if we’re all too scared to reblog content anymore, the Simblr community dies, as it’s through reblogs and tags/mentions that we let our followers know about the CC being made, and support simmers in the community. 

There seems to be no simple solution. Yes, we all want our blogs back, and we want this whole reblog/link issue to be fixed, with Tumblr’s @staff​​ finally providing a reasonable way to get rid of the bad links/posts themselves, NOT our whole account. Kicking people off the platform will only lead its users to continue losing faith in Tumblr’s longterm ability to maintain this website--let alone its ability to show any sign of care or consideration for the accounts investing so much time and energy into keeping the platform relevant.

@doka-chan​ said it best: #We love Tumblr #Don't give us excuses to hate it.

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Saying the Words

Title: Saying The Words Prompt/Day: The Burrow's Living Room (Day 03) Tumblr name:  Rating: PG-13 Brief summary: Ron works up the courage to tell Hermione something important. Then he has to do it again. Any possible triggering/warning tags: Curse words

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Exhaustion had left them nearly dead on their feet, the adrenaline rush of battle long gone, leaving two weary teenagers in its wake. Hand-in-hand, Ron and Hermione shuffled up the stairs and collapsed into his bed in Gryffindor tower, unwilling to separate even for a moment.

His arm wrapped around her protectively, her head rested on his chest, tucked perfectly under his chin as they escaped into a cocoon of safety. They had lived. They had a future, hopefully together.

Ron stared up at the ceiling of his four poster, building up his courage while cradling her small body to him. Suddenly energized, he couldn't contain himself any longer and the words started spilling out of him at a breathless pace. Words he'd wanted to say to her for years. How much she meant to him, how much he admired her, and how long he'd held back from revealing his true feelings.

How much he loved her.

Never in his life had he been so eloquent and passionate, his voice low in the empty room. He'd practiced the speech in his head a thousand times, but it came out even better than expected. His maturity and the growth he'd made were on full display, spurred on by wanting to be better. Both for himself and for her.

He finally stopped, his chest pounding. He felt as light as feather, the burden of years of hidden feelings finally off his chest. He awaited her response, but all that came was a snore.

She clearly hadn't heard a word and must have fallen asleep almost instantly, surrounded by his warmth. They had been through a lot, after all.

"Bloody buggering fuck," he whispered under his breath.

He silently cursed a few more times and closed his eyes, groaning despondently under his breath as the deep tiredness and disappointment claimed him.

He'd have to confess his feelings one more time—when she was actually awake to hear them.

~*~

The next morning, everything changed. The somber mood around the castle put a hold on any romance, the weight of everything that had happened, the mourning and loss, took priority.

The next few days were split between Hogwarts and The Burrow. Everyone was suffering, not only from Fred's death, but those of their friends and schoolmates. They threw themselves into work in both locales, the only viable way they had not to sink into their collective sadness.

Mrs. Weasley insisted that the usual sleeping arrangements remained, and no one was in the mood to challenge the grieving mother, no matter how old-fashioned it seemed. They all accepted it, even Ron, who was aching to spend more time with Hermione so they could support each other through this difficult time.

Despite that, there were rare moments where they had a minute or two alone. Just as Ron was about to break into his speech again and tell Hermione everything he felt, they would get interrupted.

First it just seemed like bad luck, but every time it happened, Ron's frustrations increased. Whether it was Neville or McGonagall asking for their help with another task, or one of his siblings barging in at the exact wrong moment, it seemed like fate was working against him. Ron knew Hermione would want to retrieve her parents soon, and he needed to tell her before then. He desperately wanted to go with her, knowing she'd need his support.

After missing yet another a chance to tell her, when Ginny unceremoniously burst through the door of his Dad's shed to let them know breakfast was ready—stopping only to waggle her eyebrows at him as she dragged Hermione away to help her set the table—Ron's frustrations reached its peak. He would have to deal with his nosy family first.

~*~

With another long day of rebuilding Hogwarts over, the family Flooed into The Burrow's living room late in the evening, one-by-one dropping into whatever seating was available. Arthur and Molly bade their children good night and went straight upstairs.

"Where's Hermione?" Ginny asked as she flopped her head onto Harry's shoulder, stifling a yawn.

"She's still helping Madam Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing." Ron replied. "You can go to sleep if you want, Ginny. I'm sure she'll be back late, so I'll wait up for her."

"Can't sleep without a good night kiss?" George teased innocently, causing his siblings to snigger, easing the tension of the long, tough day.

Ron rounded on his family. "I haven't had a second of privacy with her, thanks to all of you." He stopped to run a hand through his hair. "Are you purposely trying to mess this up for me?"

"No, but it is rather funny. Besides, we know why you want some private time," Charlie responded, making a kissing face.

Ron sputtered, his ears turning red with fury, his frustrations from the morning returning and boiling over. "It isn't like that."

Percy pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "It's perfectly fine, Ron. We were all young once."

Ron clenched his fists. "IT. IS. NOT. LIKE. THAT."

"Then what is it?" Ginny asked.

"I WANT TO TELL HERMIONE I'M IN LOVE WITH HER!"

He hadn't heard the whoosh of the Floo behind him during his outburst, but Hermione's squeaked gasp was unmistakable in the dead silent room.

Ron was a statue, unwilling to turn around and make things even more awkward, certain that he'd said far too much. That he'd ruined things with his effing feelings. His siblings stared at him sympathetically, as if they weren't to blame for the whole debacle.

Arthur suddenly cleared his throat from the landing of the stairs. "Upstairs to bed, you lot. Give your brother some privacy."

Fleur stopped to give him an encouraging pat on the shoulder, before grabbing Bill's hand. Harry gave him a shrug and Ginny had a huge grin on her face as Ron watched them all ascend, leaving him and Hermione alone.

Ron took a deep breath and steeled himself, before turning around to face her. Even though she looked completely knackered, she was the most beautiful girl in the world to him.

"Hi."

"Hi," she replied.

"So, er, you heard that."

"Yes." Hermione's eyes searched his, her voice low. "Did you mean it?"

He stared back, trying to get any kind of indication of what she was thinking or feeling. She seemed frozen, but her eyes betrayed her vulnerability as they teared up. He just wanted to wrap her up in his arms and never let go.

"I, um, yeah. I did mean it. That wasn't how I wanted to tell you, but I meant it. I had a whole speech prepared and everything."

"You did?"

He nodded slowly, still unsure of her reaction to such a big step. "I said it the night after the battle, but you fell asleep and didn't hear a word of it."

Before he could react, Hermione was in his arms, kissing every inch of his face.

"I love you, Ron. I love you," she kept repeating. So caught up in their embrace, they failed to register the shouts and catcalls from the now packed landing.

She gripped him fiercely as he hugged her to him, his face buried in her bushy hair as he sported a giant smile on his face.

"Alright, show's over."

Bill steered the family back up the stairs, leaving them in silence.

Ron couldn't help but whisper in Hermione's ear. "Do you think I'll ever get to snog you without an audience?"

"Now seems as good a time as any."

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia! One thing I always seem to have trouble with is thinking separately to what the narrating characters think, if that makes sense? It's kinda why I love reading your replies to comments & tumblr asks & lurk on discord. You give more insight to them & other characters & their thought process & reasons behind why they say, think, or do certain things sometimes & that really helps me understand each of them better. I was re-reading FFS & came to the chapter where they were going through the form & Arden told Efnisien that he was "extraordinarily sweet". I wanted to ask, if it's not a bother, what is it that Arden finds sweet about Efnisien? Like what made him describe Ef in that way specifically? I've tried to think back and see Ef through Arden's eyes but I can't make that connection and was hoping maybe you could elaborate on that if that's ok? I'm super curious about it.

I wanted to ask, if it's not a bother, what is it that Arden finds sweet about Efnisien?

I actually think, as is so often true with Arden, it was a lot of things added up together, like:

* Arden saying that Efnisien needs to get his permission to touch him in a scene, and Efnisien automatically translating that to ‘asking for permission under every circumstance, including not automatically assuming he can return hugs.’

* Efnisien’s overall hesitancy and shyness. For all that he was initially hostile, he can be quite...on the back foot around Arden. For example, he literally says ‘am I your boyfriend?’ before Arden says he’s sweet. He doesn’t say ‘can I be your boyfriend’ or ‘so we’re like boyfriends now.’ He leaves the choice entirely in Arden’s court, and lets it be entirely his decision. Efnisien’s language around Arden is very... ‘I am going to give you complete control over me.’

(Which Arden finds sweet).

* Arden’s aware that Efnisien probably hasn’t been called sweet very often because of his background and his past. He does actually do it on purpose to (again many reasons for this) partly put Efnisien on the back foot, partly introduce him to softer terms he feels Efnisien deserves (like sweetheart, etc.), partly because he thinks Efnisien is sweet, partly because he likes to subvert expectations of masculinity by using words typically associated with women lmao, and partly because he likes flustering Efnisien.

Arden’s complicated.

* Efnisien’s general willingness to a) let Arden take the lead, b) not encroach on Arden’s life or ask for his time or his help etc. (this is thankfully changing a little, too much of it was not a good thing), c) be very quick to offer to give up something he enjoys (like seeing Arden, or visiting the bookshop) for Arden’s comfort. Efnisien does this all the time.

Which means Arden’s extremely aware that Efnisien is naturally very empathetic towards other people, and wants them to feel comfortable around him. Even if Efnisien isn’t aware of this.

***

I could go on, but basically he believes that Efnisien is an unusually giving person - especially since he doesn’t really feel it’s specifically because Efnisien is trying to ‘compensate’ specifically for what he’s done so much as like...that’s actually just who Efnisien seems to be -> an innate people pleaser who is happiest when the people around him are happy.

And he specifically uses words like sweet because - as stated above - he likes to use subversive words sometimes and he especially likes to fluster Efnisien, lol. But Efnisien’s shyness and his... I guess the way he can dance along the line from regressed behaviours to adult behaviours, lends a sweetness to his behaviour that Arden appreciates.

(And maybe secretly wants to destroy during scenes sometimes).

[srbachchan]

DAY 4548

Jalsa, Mumbai                      Aug 15,  2020                  Sat  11:53 PM

Birthday - EF Pratima Kshtriya .. Sunday, August 16 .. love and wishes for you from the entire Ef .. have a wonderful birthday and be safe ..

Its the Parsi New Year .. and our wishes go out to the Parsi Community that came over to India as migrants and mixed with us as the story goes , ‘as sugar melts and mixes in a glass of milk’

 .. a very qualified hard working community, that through many distinguished individuals brought immense glory to the Nation ..

Many from the Ef and others have often wondered and questioned too, how I decide what has to be written on the Blog of the DAY .. is it thought out before .. does it have a rumination construct by the time night arrives .. what ..?

The answer is none of the above .. as soon as the Tumblr site is opened and the DAY date and time are set , all else just flows out .. 

There is an immediate thought that comes as the words print out .. 

Writing through a computer , through a print medium , for me at least , gives time for the brain or the thought process to develop the next thought word I type .. so .. while the fingers are moving in pressing the right squares, the mind is constructing the next word and thought .. when we wrote it in pencil and ink, there was a diversion of the mind .. what ..? .. is the word that we are writing correctly spelt, has it been properly written .. form, space etc., in place .. are we writing in a straight line or are we going on a tangent upwards or down , when it should all be in one straight line .. what ..?

Here on the computer lap top, all those worries are taken care of by the machine, leaving the mind freer to design think the next thought even as the letters are being printed on the screen, for which fortunately there is no concern on matters aesthetic as mentioned above ..

SO .. putting thoughts down on this medium are giving time and space to think ideate the next move .. and hence the process of the writing is instantaneous .. 

QED .. !!

Next thought .. hmmm .. let this one be digested before we go on to the next ..

Ok .. errrr .. many of the Ef and others are sending messages on the SmS and WhatsApp and the DM, email and every other form of communicating to me .. 

This is causing me some concern and some discomfort ..

The sms jams the mobile ..the WhatsApp gets filled up not leaving any space for the other unconnected , or the Ef to connect with me .. the emails fill up the inbox .. its around 9800 plus at this time .. and since I must respond personally , which is something that I do not compromise with, it is becoming very time consuming for me ..

NOW .. during the period of the CoVid , there has been an excess of available time, so I am able to with due regard able to connect with each .. well almost .. but soon when the work begins and hopefully I shall have time being occupied by work schedules, the response shall be drying up .. and the complaints start .. .” are you upset with me , why do you not reply to me , you keep doing that for others, are we not liked, why is there a favour attitude with some and not with us .. etc., etc., etc., ..”

Look to me all are favourites .. and I try to be democratically correct .. but designated time and other urgent work conditions give rise to the supposed ‘overlooked ‘ attitude .. this needs to be understood .. there are time constraints .. and other commitments to be undertaken and there can be an overlooking .. 

SO .. can we first not have this blame attitude .. and can we reduce the number of messages at all the possible 200 thousand sites  that come to me .. particularly because they all carry the same message  ..

NOW .. I understand the philosophy behind this ..’ give it to him on all mediums if he has missed it in one he will notice another ..’ .. WRONG ..

Its just increasing my work load .. be generous and kind to my system .. I try to keep all in good spirits ans shall continue to do my best but , you know , its ..

Ya ..??  got it ..??

Good night dear all .. and love .. you are all equal to me ..

Amitabh Bachchan .. and once again greetings for the DAY of Independence 🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳 

[murfeelee]

Weekend! Updates! Replies!

Happy July 4th, everybody!

(WTF did Tumblr do NOW? At least X-kit’s still active, thank god.)

I’m still cooped up inside not getting any sleep (effing fireworks) and melting my eyeballs as I try to finish my thesis. I’m nowhere near done yet, this is insanity; I’m scared I won’t be done by September at all. If I do, it’ll be because I rushed through it and did the bare effing minimum. But I might have to at this point, I’m exhausted.

And my next summer class starts next week, and the professor sent us the syllabus and WHAT THE EFF, LADY!? 😠 This is a dinky little summer elective, not a frikkin dissertation, wench, DANG!! 😡🤬

I just wanted something light, so I could coast on through and get my last credits GGEZ & bounce; I’m tired of this place. No, this heifer has to send us a whole TERM full of course material. I am too upset.

I just want my effing degree already. Not that it matters, cuz the economy’s even WORSE now--schools, libraries, museums, galleries, non-profits, etc. all got slammed cuz of quarantine, and they’ll all be busy letting people GO, not hiring. U_U And that’s MY EFFING SECTOR. 😫 I want to WORK. I don’t wanna be stuck in school wasting ANOTHER 5+ years getting some PhD--the pay is peanuts, and I hate school! But if there’s no jobs I’ll do it, at least PhD programs pay YOU to go to school. XD

I’m calling it now: I’ll be reporting to y’all live this time next year working on a effing doctorate, just to have SOME money in my pocket, jfc. 😤

ANYWAY, so that’s me right now.

Sorry for the rant -- I’ve been so angry and fed up with absolutely everything lately.

And I’m really sorry for not being active AT ALL lately; Tumblr & Simblr in particular are my biggest distractions, and if I even take a peek on my dash I’ll get sucked in and get zero work done on this stupid paper.

But trust! In my spare time I’ve been working on new CC & new gameplay! I am so excited to share it with y’all; I’ve been planning this for months, it’s based on one of my alltime favorites. ^_^

REPLIES

descendantdragfi replied to your photoset “3 Favorites Tag!  Rules: A person’s favorite color, favorite animal,...”

Love your favourites! Peacock is magnificent 🦚😁                    

Thanks again for tagging me! ^_^ Oh wow, I didn’t know there was a peacock   emoji; you mean I could’ve been spamming it this whole time!? 🦚 🦚 🦚 🦚

andantezen replied to your photoset “3 Favorites Tag!  Rules: A person’s favorite color, favorite animal,...”

Your love for peacocks is contagious... Since playing with the magnificent CC you made of them, have read more about these birds' symbolism in several cultures... and decided to turn them into an actual character of the story :) thank you!                    

Thank YOU! *hugs* 🦚 Yes, I’m obsessed with peacocks, they’re my favorite animal on earth (dragons are my favorite fanciful creatures). Every time I go to the zoo I’m SO tempted to just steal one; they let them roam around freely, and I just wanna scoop up one of the babies and parkour myself over a fence or something. XD  🦚 I mean look at these frikkin things! 🦚

😍 🦚  😍 🦚 😍 🦚

darkccfinds replied to your photoset “SAKURA - BLΛƆKPIИK INSPIRED BLACKPINK! 지금 내가 걸어가는 거린 BLACKPINK 4...”

Sakura in its purest form!!.. as it should be in black and pink. I love everything about this photo set🤩

*high fives!* :D Thanks so much! Yup, I had to do it. Sakura would totally dye all her money pink and buy a sequins-covered bedazzled military tank, why wouldn’t she? XD Plus, I just LOVE Blackpink’s music videos & songs, so it was a perfect fit, really.

ashuriphoenix replied to your post “Chinese Creatures INSP”

*furiously mashes download button*

I want to make a lot more Pets CC and kemonomini CC, and get back to playing in Green Isle; that was the most fun I’ve had in months!

solori replied to your photoset “Pride 2020: Bartros & Nagron at the LGBT+ Community Center “History...”

♥ ♥

pitheinfinite replied to your photoset “Pride 2020: Bartros & Nagron at the LGBT+ Community Center “History...”

Love how you presented this theme with this positive energy!

If you don’t smile you’ll burst into tears, is how I see it. I needed something bright and colorful and loving, and my Spartacus-inspired gameplay always brings a smile to my face; I love my Nagron & Bartros babies. :3

ohsimtastic reblogged your post and added:

IM SCREAMING !!!!!

Speaking of babies! :D

Happy simming, y’all!

🦚

[starlightships]

a couple of quick updates from me ! i lost photoshop for like a month or two and then school started up again for me (hence the lack of posts recently), but i finally found a ps download and hope to at least do a couple of requests throughout this week! 

tumblr also effed up my inbox, so if you’ve messaged me/sent me any asks at all recently and i haven’t replied, i more than likely did not get it :/ feel free to resend anything to me!

i hope you all are doing well !! i’ve missed this blog a lot c:

[tetrakys]

Because a few people have asked me about this, I’m going to explain about ML system.

Last month, when I played episode 4 for the first time, I missed the illustration. I compared my answers with @ethaens​ since she had obtained the illustration but, surprise, we had only 3 answers which were different. This was pretty lucky because I had to check only those three answers and while two of them looked completely harmless, one looked like it might’ve been problematic. So I replayed the episode making exactly the same choices I had before and changing only that one answer, and got the illustration.

My conclusion at that point was: that one answer is compulsory to obtain the illustration.

However, someone else, I don’t remember whom, managed to get the illustration without picking that choice. How could that be possible? There were only two answers to this:

1) The system is based on LoM, her overall LoM was higher then mine and that’s why she managed to get the illustration even making a wrong choice.

2) The system accepts different combinations of choices and simply the set of choices I had made required that answer, while hers didn’t.

Now, fast-forward to episode 5. I play it once and don’t get the illustration. I check other people’s guide and only @faerietale-mcl​ had been able at that point to get the illustration. Comparing our replies I figure out which ones look important, I play again mixing my answers and hers and don’t get it again. Then I decide to play following exactly her guide and still don’t get the illustration. Now this is the problem, how is it possible that two people who give exactly the same answers one gets the illustration and one doesn’t?

Meanwhile, most people had managed to get the illustration with her guide, while only me and another girl from discord (whom I’m going to tag as soon as I figure out who she is on tumblr) didn’t. Now, my guides are very similar to @ethaens​ to the point that we should have been on the same boat. BUT she’d gone back and changed the gift from watch to old book and I didn’t, this other girl was following ethaens guides perfectly but had antique book instead of old one. Basically two identical gameplays different only because of one choice, one got the illustration and one didn’t. 

This immediately negated option 2, it’s not a matter of different sets of answers because these sets were exactly the same bar for one choice. It had to be LoM.

Also, people who had obtained the illustrations had picked different gifts, Fae had obtained hers with watch for example. This means that the answers are not important as long as the overall points they grant allow to unlock the illustration. In fact, the girl replayed episode 4, picked old book, replayed episode 5 and finally got the illustration.

This means that I could do the same, replay 4 change just one answer (anyone that is currently negative, it doesn’t have to be the gift), and I would have a LoM high enough to get the illustration in episode 5. However this also means that I, all the people who followed my guides, ethaens and all the people who followed her guides, have a LoM that is the very bare minimum to unlock illustrations, one wrong choice and we miss it and we have to replay the episode.

Fae has instead a better LoM than ours, because she managed to get the illustration even if she had the watch as a gift, which we know by know it’s either the neutral or wrong choice. (Seeing all three reactions, I think it’s the negative one.) However we’re also not sure if her guide is going to be enough in the long run.

So I went ahead and compared the three available guides so far. Yellow cells are the differences between me and etheans, they are few and overall neutral because if I go back and fix the gift we have the same LoM. We effed up a bit in episode 1. Red letters are instead different choices due to a different branching (i.e. if you decide to stay in the garden in episode 1 meeting Beliath or go back to your room meeting Raphael). So, ideally, I should start again from scratch and compile the “perfect” guide combining all three answers since now we know the reaction to most choices. It will take time and, if I’m doing it, it won’t be right away, but you can look at the spreadsheet if you want to make up your mind about it.

Hope this makes sense, but feel free to ask questions if it doesn’t.