#a presumptuous calling

[arschbiene]

He got his shit rocked minutes later because he couldn't hide his snide prejudice/airs towards Tolys or Feliks. Based on a convo with @doomspiral where B/randenburg during the whole exchange of arguments for custody over duchal p/russia demonstrates why despite all his charm and elegance he has more enemies than he does friends

[bunnyboy-juice]

im gonna be so real - a lot of sapphics claim to love confident women esp confident femmes but when that confidence comes from femmes of color, fat femmes, disabled femmes, gnc &/or trans(masc or fem) femmes, or really just anyone who's not a thin cis white able bodied feminine person it's either outright ignored or treated with hostility and its kind of extremely ugly of y'all

[honorhearted]

“Benjamin, stop being dramatic."

His eyes snapped up to Mary's face, his fingers still rubbing together in a nervous tic. Despite his agitated state, he listened to her reassurances, each of which proved her reputation was bound to be secure. Embarrassed, Ben looked away again, breathing in through his nose before offering a tight little nod.

"All right," he agreed. "We can set off whenever you wish."

Though the moment Mary brought up Thomas, his demeanor crumpled again, much like a piece of parchment engulfed in a fist.

“You should have written him. He misses you, and he does not understand why you fell out of our lives so abruptly."

A painful lurch tugged in his chest, and before Ben could control the emotion in his face, his eyes started to blur with tears. "Mary..."

"Perhaps, you should have asked what our feelings were toward you instead of assuming what everyone else is thinking based on your own opinions. Thomas did have opinions on that subject, after all.”

Shoulders hunkering inward, he had the humility to bow his head, his hands opening and closing as he shifted his weight from side to side. "I never meant to hurt him," Ben mumbled. I never meant to hurt anyone -- but I do, no matter what I try. "And...my opinions assuredly are nothing but positive towards your son. I love him, Mary."

And yet you left. You chose to be a coward rather than help them rebuild.

Swallowing around the painful ache in his throat, Ben dragged a hand over his face and shook his head. "You desired your agency in camp, so I thought...I-I assumed you would wish to start fresh." Finally, he managed to lift his eyes again, his expression weary and somber. "I was too sick to reach out...for a while, I even lost my faith. I didn't want to write to Thomas about any of that -- to drag him down into the darkest, deepest depths I'd managed to bury myself."

Humility flooded his face, and Ben curled his arms around himself in a makeshift embrace, almost as if trying to disappear beneath Mary's very appraisal. "Forgive me for making excuses," he whispered. "Clearly, God wanted me to find you both again, so..." He trailed off and swallowed back the words, unsure if they were welcome. Chin wobbling, he softly concluded, "I hope Thomas can forgive me. How...h-how old is he now?"

“Yes, we’re all right, Benjamin. This is a decent, respectable way to make a living, and we have a roof over our head. At this point, that is a reasonable arrangement to me.”

Gnawing on the inside of his cheek, a hint of relief stitched through his heart. "I'm so glad to hear it," he murmured. And he was -- he was. Mary and Thomas deserved the world, and he was delighted to hear they'd been able to at least achieve a small part of it. For the longest time during the war, Ben had desired to be there with them; to aid and share in such achievements, even if he always believed they must surely wish for Abraham instead. And how could they not?

“That room is actually a floor below. My rooms are up in what you might call the attic. Come on. You can slip down the stairs, and your room should be right there.”

Almost mechanically, Ben started shuffling after her. "Thank you," he murmured. For believing in me all those years ago; for not hating me. "Do you think...? W-would it be possible to see Thomas tomorrow? I would like to explain myself in person, if I may."

‘Still a bit on edge’ is a generous understatement. If Mary is any judge, the former Major is about to tumble right over the edge… but that is hardly a discussion for right now. Besides, if the Major would not even bother to check on her for all this time, she doubts she has any sway left with the man. For all the tension during the war, as soon as peace returned, he seemed quite content to leave her to her own devices. In a way, she had not minded. During the war, Mary learned she had a cat-like ability to land on her feet whenever she needed too. That tendency did not change with the war ending, and she quickly realized she could still land on her feet with a certain level of finesse. That was what had led to her rather successful existence here, even if it was not a glamourous one. Still, it had been very… unsettling to be dropped so quickly from the Major’s attention after all the commotion he caused during the war about wanting to make sure Thomas at least was provided for. He had been so adamant and protective about everything then, that to abruptly have him vanish had left a hole in their lives that was taking its time to fill. Her words took a moment to sink in, but the Major finally realized there was no point in climbing out the window and trying to enter the inn through the front door. A moment later though, he latched onto another complication that was much bigger in his eyes then hers. “I can’t go to my room from here. Your reputation… Mary, I won’t risk that. I know I can’t stay in here either, but…are you certain the hall will be clear? I don’t want to give Mr. Friesz the wrong impression about you.”

Sighing quietly, she set her hands on her hips. “Benjamin, stop being dramatic. Firstly, I have not been upstairs nearly long enough for anything untoward to happen, and you did not go upstairs with me. Secondly, of course the hall is going to be empty. Mr. Friesz will stay downstairs going over his books and his stock for at least another hour, and any other guests we do have staying here likely already headed upstairs. There is nowhere else to go in town, and with the tavern closed, there is also no point in staying downstairs unless they are sleeping there. I think you’re the last one who is still out and about… though not really, since you are in here with me.” Whether it was her own words, or Benjamin finally getting some kind of grip on himself, the man calmed slightly after a moment. “Is Thomas with you? I’d wanted to write to him, but I didn’t think…w-well, I imagined we all needed some separation after the war. Undoubtedly, I remind you both of all the pain and adversity we endured.” “Of course, Thomas is with me. He’s asleep in the other room.” Mary gestured toward the little bedroom. Then she frowned faintly. “You should have written him. He misses you, and he does not understand why you fell out of our lives so abruptly. Perhaps, you should have asked what our feelings were toward you instead of assuming what everyone else is thinking based on your own opinions. Thomas did have opinions on that subject, after all.” Given the Major’s current state, Mary knew it was not a fantastic time to be giving him something else to feel guilt for, but the barb slipped out before she could stop it. His abrupt departure had hurt Thomas. The others Thomas understood, and he still heard from them. Caleb came to visit, and wrote Thomas long rambling letters about his adventures guarding the coast. Anna also sent letters, though they carried information that interested Mary more than Thomas most of the time. Her son was not terribly fascinated in the goings and comings of Philadelphia, but did like it that Anna always remembered him in her notes. Even Major Hewlett had made one, rather stiff offer of assistance though Mary knew it came strictly out of his friendship with Richard rather than her connections to Abraham. But Benjamin had disappeared completely. He might as well have fallen off the face of the earth, and Thomas was left wondering why a man he idolized and loved to follow everywhere could just forget him so quickly. But as time passed without any letters or word from the man, Thomas stopped asking after him. In his own quiet way, the boy seemed to accept that the Major was not returning. By now, she figured her son thought Benjamin had died just like Abraham had, and stopped asking because he knew what death meant. “I think after the past seven years we’ve had, we all deserve a bit of a respite. But I’m glad to see you looking so well… Are you all right here?” Mary tried to soften her tone now that Thomas was no longer the topic of conversation. “Yes, we’re all right, Benjamin. This is a decent, respectable way to make a living, and we have a roof over our head. At this point, that is a reasonable arrangement to me.” It was hardly what she wanted, but she was still fairly young and quite attractive. She had plenty of time yet to make a second marriage, and re-establish herself in a household. The route the inn was on was steadily becoming more traveled, so she knew in time she might start meeting more men, or one of the men in town would strike up an acquaintance with her. There were several widowers with children of their own, and an older bachelor who was starting to realize that he had missed out on some of life’s softer comforts. Unwilling to open up that chain of conversation right now when she was in her nightdress and more interested in going to sleep, she instead inclined her head when Benjamin gave his room. “That room actually a floor below. My rooms are up in what you might call the attic. Come on,” She gestured for Benjamin to follow her as she headed for her door. “You can slip down the stairs, and your room should be right there.”

[sachermorte]

But what if someone developed feelings... for YOU! 🫵

On the extremely slim chance I actually registered it I would strongly advise them to make better life choices

[kelin-is-writing]

Everyone, remind me to not trust my dad’s relatives with food and parties because they can’t do even that much the right way. The peoples are so questionable 💀

[themaudlinmimic]

is the ninth doctor the gayest one (asking for a friend) (other than Ncuti Gatwa obvs)

Now, it is a well known fact that I possess an ability to interpret a piece of media as entirely heterosexual rivalling the fucking Hayes Code. However, with that said, this is complete classic doctor erasure. In no particular order:

The Second Doctor and Jamie definitely had something going on. Unfortunately, little evidence persists due to episode loss, but they reprise their roles together some twenty odd years later in the sixth doctor's era, so that's got staying power.

One of the most foundational events to the Fifth Doctor's character was him losing his good pal Adric, which quite apart from being one of the few proper companion deaths in the entire series was also one he is noteworthy for mourning to an extent normally reserved for like... Rose.

Throughout the entire classic era bar the fucking first doctor, he makes regular contact with a Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart, a relationship which runs deep enough that even the 12th Doctor is still doing stuff to honour his memory. Seeing the way the Doctor normally treats his earth friends, the fact he came back this many times is nothing short of remarkable. Guess who one of the only doctors to never revisit the Brigadier was? 9.

In addition, the Master got his start in the classic era, and there has been chemistry there since day dot. He was originally paired up against the Third Doctor, an incarnation so flamboyant that Ncuti fucking Gatwa cites him for outfit inspiration. He shows up again in the reboot era, of course, but do you want to know who one of the few doctors to never get a master story was? 9.

And finally, speaking of Nine, there's one more important data point to note:

5. Out of every doctor in the show so far, 9 is if anything the one who likes men the least, based on actions alone. He makes a point of taking the piss out of MIckey at every opportunity, he takes a male companion on only to ditch them an episode later, and speaking of ditching, also leaves Captain Jack Harkness behind on an exploding fucking space station while taking Rose with him. To be gay, the ninth Doctor would have to be able to like men in the first place, let alone love them.

To conclude, and with no offence meant to your friend: hah no.

[ditchin]

The Unravelling by elena_yikes

In which The Fix does think of a fact.

Or, an alternate version of that diner scene in the finale.

[thekimspoblog]

Demon trying to feed on my insecurities: "You're a bad driver"

Me: "Of course I am. I hate driving. Going 80 mph surrounded by tons of metal is nerve-wrecking. I try to do it as little as possible. Of course I'm bad at it"

Demon: "You're a bad writer"

Me: "Well that part's simply not true. I never claimed I was the greatest author of my generation, but when I put pen to paper I know what I want to communicate and I usually do it well. If someone isn't impressed with my work, that's unfortunate but they're entitled to their opinion"

Demon: "You're a bad leader"

Me: "Well I don't know about that! I mean there was that one time when... Ok look just because people don't see me as an authority figure doesn't mean... 😠 You know you can be a real asshole, demon!"

[llycaons]

i think you might just need to go outside

you're the one who sent three anonymous messages to a stranger on the internet about a reddit sub full of ao3 fans about something she posted two years ago anon so idk maybe I'm not the one who needs to log off

[willowsquest]

🎇 a new year full of stars! 🎇

i overshot on finishing my typical Lilleholiday, so this time it's a Happy New Deer! i also worked on this up until exactly midnight my time and then slept too hard to remember to post it here lmao oops.

you can also watch the coloring timelapse here!

i hope everyones 2023 is a good one!

[iwatcheditbegin]

Queen shit 👑

[electricea]

also if it helps anyone - what really helped me dealing with my shyness early on, was trying to send one ask or or reach out to one person. shyness isn't something that's overcome all at once, nor is it something that goes away, but even making a daily/weekly goal for yourself is really motivating and helps a lot. also, in my experience, a lot of people enjoy hearing genuine interest in writing with them - the worst that they can say is no - and a lot of blogs are really kind about it.

[libelelle]

FRIENDS SO GOOD AT ART YOU GUYS ARE SO GOOOOD

[choppedcowboydinosaur]

I saw the amazing digital circus and I loved it. I need to check out Glitch's other work like the murder robots.

I like the new renaissance of indie animation we are living in today. They have new art styles, and all are unique and creative.

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

We need to discuss the vagueposting. Ranting about medicpauling is valid and not the issue, however. It's miss p x merc, an older man/young woman, and there's been/are fans into heteronormative and straight up predatory dynamics. Hating it and wanting to avoid it is understandable.

But publicly gossiping on your blog to your followers about shippers' orientations based on the pairing and how they draw Medic, where its active creators on Tumblr cannot be counted on one hand, is not on. There's a difference between describing what demographics are attracted to a ship vs stating the few fanwork creators belong to it.

There were only two people in the tags last year you could be referring to. Assigning people straight vibes or trans vibes or gay vibes assigns stereotypes. It erases identities, and potentially ends with someone having to justify depicting non-het relationships and experiences by outing themselves or proving they're LGBT+ enough. I don't want to go through that, and neither should anyone else.

Literally what the hell are you talking about

[soreheadinamblemood]

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