#aisha rambles

[wylanslcve]

Ranpo’s just like me (spent his childhood/adolescence being repeatedly told by the adults in his life that he’s different from everyone else because he’s “gifted” and “special” when really he’s just autistic).

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

i just want beomgyu to put his head in my lap so i can run my fingers through his hair and listen to him talk 😔

[aishabellasbigblogofeverything]

Men are so fucking entitled. Why do they feel like they deserve a woman's time and space. Why do they feel like they can talk to women who have no interest in talking to them. Why the fuck do they think their opinions matter? Who the fuck asked you? Literally shut the fuck up you're all so annoying and creepy and your breath fucking stinks I hope you all rot in hell. Do you see a smile on my goddamn face point to where the fuck I'm laughing yeah that's what I thought you son of a bitch. Like just keep walking you're a perfect fucking stranger I don't even know your name. I wish all men would be swept up in a tornado then I wouldn't have to live with the constant invasion on my life and personal space you are all such fucking leeches. I feel like going berserk just LEAVE ME ALONE. I'm not even fearful or annoyed right now just furious. Fuck off and go get caught in a sandpit for all I care, let women breathe and lead our lives without feeling like there's constantly a shadow looming over our shoulder, we can never be safe or simply exist in peace because of you whores, goddamn you make me wanna fucking puke.

[princessefemmelesbian]

I have this unspoken personal rule about "no boys on the lesbian blog" whenever I'm reblogging a post to one of my three blogs and obviously I don't always(or NEED TO) follow through on that rule(sometimes I reblog posts about the lgbt community that have to do with guys--trans guys and gay guys, for instance--and it's fine imo), but other times I'll reblog something like fanart of a male character or an m/m ship that I really don't want to go onto this blog for Reasons but I have like three of these bitches and it's hard to keep track of what I reblog to which one all the time so I'll accidentally reblog it to this blog instead of the other two and I'll go in my head "NO NO SCRATCH THAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING AISHA?!?!?! Haven't you heard? NO BOYS on the lesbian blog!!!" ofc it's not always a problem it's just a funny thing my brain sometimes does lmfao.

[vanmarkus]

okay, but in the cameo Lou had the medal around his neck... do we think Buck will put his medal into Tommy's neck??

[mahou-furbies]

I thought that a Miss Winx contest could be fun to do, since with only six characters it would be way easier than handling 100 megucas and they all have an outfit for each category. But man looking at the Aishas side by side is rough...

[chronicowboy]

just cannot stop thinking about masks... episode 705 you don't know me, buck's first episode knowing and embracing his queerness, all of it completely wrapped up in eddie, every single moment of it just eddie, eddie, eddie but still called you don't know me. episode 805 masks, a whole season later, when there should be absolutely nothing between them left unsaid at all but maybe, maybe there's even more now than there was before, maybe they just swapped one mask for another....

[pinkdreamcollectorsworld]

People tend to ask me, and not very nicely

"Sarah, why do you have an active tumblr account? Isn't there weird shit and even more weird people on there?"

I mean, yea 😅 kinda the point.

Tumblr, for me is a space where I can speak freely. I can be myself freely without judgment from the outside world, my friends, my family, or anyone who i make aware of this account. Which I've decided not to.

Its my secret safe space to geek out, obsess, laugh, cry, yell, at different things and people that occupy my brain on a rotating clock that never ends.

Its the place where I can post shit like this, and no one blinks an eye, or asks questions about if "one random person or group of people who you'll never meet" is really that important to my growth as an adult. And the answer is yes. I look up to the majority of people I obsess over. They all are at different places in thier careers and I can turn to one or the other for different insights on things.(hope that makes sense) Some of them have even been around for a hot minute. They are the people I want to be when I'm their age.

Its a place where I can find life changing fandoms who make the world seem a lot less scary than it actually is.

Its my outlet for when I run out of reasons to not end it all. And there's a hefty list of reasons. When I can't drag myself out of the dark pit I occasionally find myself in.

Its the first place I look to when I know there's something major happening and I need to yell about it in my tags.

Its the place where I find most of my fav fanfictions for all the different fandoms im in.

Its the place I can yell "ARM" in my tags and other people get what I mean (I'm looking at you, Eric Bogosian)

So thank you, tumblr.

Thanks for being my outlet <3

[livingincolorsagain]

I SCREAMED

[buckyeah]

My procrastinating ass : I'll watch the episodes when the 3 parts premier is out

My procrastinating ass : I'll watch the episodes when ep 100 is out

My procrastinating ass : I'll watch the episodes when-

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

the face of a girl who’s seen too many beomgyu and jay edits today

[calissarowan]

Winx Fairy Blog

So, I don’t know how many people have actually read the Winx Club Comic series, but I’d like to (very sarcastically) summarise a season seven comic that ‘finishes’ the Wizards of the Black Circle’s ‘arc’ in the comic series. Issue 145: ‘Winx Fairy Blog’. I’m gonna put in a keep reading link, since this is gonna be long.

So, the Winx all have blogs now, because they do everything the others do, and everyone’s blogs make sense, except Bloom’s where they’ve reverted her back to being an artist, since they realised you can’t have a blog about how to get everyone else’s screen time. And they’re being interviewed by a news reporter, who’s talking to them about their blogs about accessories and doodling rather than the numerous times they’ve saved the world. They’re in the Winx’s Gardenia apartment, because, unlike the show, the comics do remember this exists.

The reporter talks to the Winx, but mostly Bloom, who, despite not having been an artist for six seasons, is now so good at art that her drawing lessons make her the queen of the web, so even the web is now about Bloom. Great. They ask for a demonstration, so Bloom takes Tecna’s smartphone, starts painting it, comes out with something dreadful, tries to brush it off, before breaking the smartphone. Tecna’s mad for a second, then remembers Bloom’s the protagonist, so nobody’s allowed to say she’s done anything wrong, so she tries to fix the phone, but it’s apparently much harder than she thought, and all her technical knowledge has just vanished from her brain.

The other girls lose their talents: Musa can’t play music, Stella apparently recommended a bad outfit on her blog, Flora can’t feel a connection with nature, and Aisha…Aisha can’t stand. Her talent is apparently linked to movement and exercise, so when she loses it, she can’t freakin’ walk. Bloom can’t draw a smartphone, and Aisha can’t stand. Wow.

Musa says they’ve all lost the spark that makes them unique (not sure fashion advice or drawing made them unique; I’d say that honour goes to their personalities, but what do I know?), and Bloom says to remain calm and find out why.

Tecna uses her computer to find a techno-magic virus corrupting their blogs, because she apparently kept plot-convenient technical knowledge. Thank god the plot gods continue to smile on the Winx. The virus corrupted their blogs to steal their talents, so now Bloom is just going to have to live without her art skills, so presumably nothing changes from the last six seasons, and I guess Aisha can’t move now, but let’s be sure to worry about Bloom, because we’ve mentioned Aisha, so we’ve given her enough attention.

Then there’s…a random golem. Just walking down the street. Roaring. The news reporter tries to chase it for the story, gets roared at and Musa says to get out of there, and Bloom tells Flora to stop the golem with her vines, which she can’t, because she’s lost her connection with nature, because it’s been over a season since she got the inextinguishable power of the Dragon Flame, meaning she can’t lose her powers; this is season seven, we’re doing Butterflix. Bloomix has been relegated to the bin of irrelevance along with Roxy and continuity.

The golem tries to crush Aisha, and Aisha can’t move away, because this virus has taken all her energy, so it’s less like a talent-stealing spell, and more like a deadly curse, but Stella grabs her and pulls her aside and then we have to get back to Bloom, who says that without their talents, their magic has faded, because apparently the ability to wield the source of all life in the universe is directly tied to one’s ability to draw a horsie.

And then, the saviours of the universe, the legendary Winx that have faced witches and demons and monsters oh my! …Run away. Great.

Musa says the energy of the monster is familiar, like they’ve faced it before, Bloom says they need to remember how to defeat him, and that, having lost their talents, they can’t attack him individually, but maybe, if they transform into Butterflix, the power with nothing to do with the situation, they can defeat him together, and they overcome the problem by using the most generic, uniform transformation they’ve got, and, through a generic convergence, they defeat the golem with the power of conformity! Huzzah!

Bloom says they need to get their talents back, because she got confused and thought she was in World of Winx instead, and, thank God, Tecna says they only need wait a few seconds, because they’re too close to the end of the comic for any kind of creative solution, and they already did a convergence, so now the plot gods have decreed that the virus corrupting their blogs will disappear. Tecna, despite having lost all her technical knowledge, apparently carries a user manual for her tablet everywhere, because she’s using that just fine.

Flora asks if the golem was responsible for the virus, because it’s a typical random golem move, but Tecna says no, it was just a pawn controlled by someone else, like a big, yellow version of the Trix after season one, and she says it’s probably controlled by the same person who played that nasty trick on them. I mean, Aisha couldn’t walk, and you all almost died because of the spell, so less of a nasty trick and more an attempt to kill you all, but let’s keep things light and casual.

Bloom says they need to find out their identity as fast as possible, so they of course subsequently do nothing; maybe they go back to the loft and say ‘Hey, Google! Who corrupted our blogs?’ and when they do, and Google has no idea, they shrug and go, ‘Eh, well, we tried.’ They’re very busy making sure the return of their talents doesn’t compromise their delicate hivemind, so they haven’t got much time to launch an in-depth investigation.

Then, we cut to Solaria! The perfect random end to a random adventure! We go to the dungeons, where our world is rocked as we realise that past villains do actually still exist, and we see the Wizards of the Black Circle! Ogron is just casually summoning some random blue lightning or something, which the guards just…ignore, I guess. Maybe they think he got a flashlight.

Anyway, Ogron helpfully reveals that his techno-magic incantation only had a temporary effect (thanks for the exposition, Ogron. What would we do without you monologuing?), because apparently he has…techno-magic powers. Okay, well, you know what, he did send them into Tecna’s videogame in season four, so yeah, we can say this is canon. He says its temporary effect is a sign their magic energy has not yet fully returned, and thankfully nobody on Solaria thought to fit them with some magical dampeners or something, because these villains are from three seasons ago, so nobody cares; they gotta get ready for the Trix coming back for the ten-millionth time.

Gantlos says it’s a shame his golem was also defeated, because he can summon golems now, using a power he hasn’t used before for reasons known only to him, but I have reason to believe it’s that mysterious force known as ‘plot convenience’. Despite having been complaining about his own failings just seconds prior, Ogron tells Gantlos to never mind, and basically shut up about his golem, and Gantlos says they’ve tested their powers and now they know they can beat the Winx (are you crazy? They just obliterated your golem), before Ogron asks Anagan if he’s amassed enough energy to get them out, because apparently he was conserving his new magic while Ogron and Gantlos had a fighting the Winx blowout, and Anagan gets them out in that most magical of ways: ripping the door off its hinges. I thought Gantlos was the one with super strength, but I also thought he couldn’t summon golems, so I’ve got no idea what’s happening anymore.

Ogron says they’ll take their revenge on the Winx once and for all, because revenge has been their friend so far, and of course, they don’t. That, or Ogron takes such subtle revenge that nobody notices, which seems pointless, but he had a plan that was undone by kibble, so who knows what’s going on in his head?

They presumably get out of the dungeons, though I’d love to know what the guards are doing while they’re ripping doors off hinges. Also, guys, great security. Really top-notch! Maybe the guards do come, and the wizards realise they should have conserved their magic, rather than taking away Stella’s fashion sense, since now they’ve gotta fight guards, and the guards just cuff them and put them in a more secure cell. That’d explain why they didn’t show up again. They orchestrated the worst jailbreak ever.

Thanks to anyone still reading all the way down here! I hope you enjoyed my (very sarcastic) summary!

[salty-autistic-writer]

Tragic that 60 % of the journalists try to make every 911 article about Buddie. If I were writing about the show, I would ask them all about puppies, cake, their favourite books/songs and their ideal vacation. And if they wanted me to tell something interesting about their headcanons about the character they play, that would be awesome too.

[vanmarkus]

I love them, your honour

[dreamtydraw]

I’m having a weird period of stress so here, get those doodles of my mc Roxanne and Aisha

[chronicowboy]

Its embarrassing really. Eddie would like to make it abundantly clear that he's very aware its embarrassing. Mortifying, even. Humiliating, etcetera.

Really, its nothing.

Its just... Well, the bride had frozen outside, a few feet away from a blossom tree, and the winds had been whipping the petals around them as they worked on her, and Buck had looked so beautiful backlit by the sun as he spoke with the bride about her dream wedding. And then a petal had drifted into Buck's hair, and Eddie had been paying a little too much attention to how it was almost the same shade of pink as his birthmark, and then there had been a searing pain slicing through the juncture of his thumb.

Its nothing.

(Its embarrassing. He's a thirty-five year old man, a firefighter, for god's sake!, and he cut himself because he was distracted by a flower in Buck's hair like a schoolgirl staring at her crush. Yeah, its definitely embarrassing.)

Bobby had sent him back to the ambulance to deal with the cut which is how he finds himself here, trying to rip through the tape with his teeth as he fumbles the gauze he was trying to hold in place with nothing more than will power and an injured thumb.

The gauze drifts away on the same wind that had carried that fucking petal, but a boot stomps on it before it can fly away into the ether. With a sigh, Eddie tilts his head up to squint at Buck.

"Need a hand?" Buck quirks an eyebrow at the sluggishly bleeding cut, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. Eddie has to fight to keep his face blank, Buck's smug joy damn infectious.

Eddie doesn't answer him, just hands Buck a fresh gauze pad and the roll of tape. Buck sets the tape down on the floor of the rig as he crouches and picks up Eddie's hand instead. Eddie has to hold his breath to stop it hitching in his chest, a revelation even Buck wouldn't miss, at the tenderness of Buck's hold. Its achingly gentle, so soft Eddie almost wouldn't be sure anyone was touching him at all if it weren't for the way Buck's fingertips burn into his skin like tattoos.

When Buck leans in close to inspect the wound, so close that Eddie can feel his breath on the skin of his neck, he leans back on his uninjured hand for a moment of respite, a breath of cool air against his warm cheeks.

Buck wipes away the drying blood with a carefulness that Eddie doesn't feel deserving of. Here, in Buck's hands, in Buck's care, he feels like something precious. No, like something holy. Like maybe all the pain and suffering was worth it if this is where he ends up, with Buck rubbing circles into his wrist as he presses the gauze to the cut.

"Hold it there," Buck murmurs quietly, something reverent in the way he moves his hand to make room for Eddie's fingers on the gauze, a choreographed dance like they've done this a thousand times before.

He reaches for the tape, discarding the saliva-sodden piece Eddie had been gnawing at helplessly, and rips off a new length with the serrated edge Eddie had forgotten existed. Buck cradles his hand once again, turning it upside down, and Eddie is irrationally terrified that his heart will appear in his palm as an offering.

(He wonders if Buck would take it, if Buck would know that he already has it, if Buck would tuck it right next to his own for safekeeping.)

Buck slides the tape onto his skin in one swift motion, kind enough not to mention how clammy Eddie's hands are, and smooths the edges of the tape down until Eddie is sure that his skin is going to combust with pure, aching want.

"There you go." Buck grins up at him, still crouched between his legs, something awful and awe-filled in his eyes. Eddie swallows and makes a show of inspecting Buck's work to avoid the heavy weight of Buck's gaze.

"Hm." Eddie twists his mouth into one of his Buck-and-Chris-named frog faces. "Should have had Chim do it instead."

"Excuse you!" Buck squawks indignantly. "I specialise in scratches!" Eddie looks up at him with a stuttering breath, tries to parse whether or not Buck realises what he just said and to whom he just said it. But Buck just scowls up at him, and that's when Eddie sees that goddamn fucking petal is still in his hair. "How'd you even do this anyway?"

"Here," Eddie says before he can think better of it, reaching forward with his bandaged hand, "you've got a little..." He plucks the petal from Buck's curls, fingers twitching to bury themselves there, and holds it out to Buck, so close he has to go cross-eyed to see it.

"Oh," Buck breathes as he takes it from Eddie, a bolt of lightning sparking where their fingers brush.

"You good, Eddie?" Bobby's voice breaks them from their moment, and Eddie jumps to his feet, shoving his litter into his pockets.

"All good, Cap. Nurse Buckley fixed me up." Eddie nudges Buck with the toe of his boot to avoid looking at the pink of his cheeks.

"Figured he would." Bobby's eyes dart between them, and Eddie flexes his hand to ground himself in the flare of pain.

Its nothing.