#and more fool us for trying to make it work

[xiepheer]

Hey I was wondering if you could do how candy apple cookie\ black sapphire cookie would be around shadow milk cookie significant other

sorry if this is to much to ask for I just really like your work:(

Hi! It's okay dww I love yall anyways >:3

How Shadow Milk cookie's apprentices be around with his s/o

S/o is also pronounced as they/them! You can change the gender of the s/o (you) any gender you want!

Candy Apple cookie and Black Sapphire cookie around his s/o?

First of, Candy Apple cookie vowed to herself to be the one with Shadow Milk cookie.

Shadow Milk cookie couldn't even trust her around his s/o and has to depend on Black Sapphire Cookie to watch over his s/o incase she does something to them.

But of course, she tried everyways possible to try and get rid of them.

She tried to trick her master but she was seen as a fool and a nobody by him.

S/o always knows that Candy Apple cookie hates them for being with Shadow Milk cookie.

Candy Apple cookie would cry and whine to her master but he would just scoot away.

Candy Apple cookie wanted to destroy S/o so bad that she lured them out of his spire and dimension.

When he found out, he of course got mad and ordered Black Sapphire Cookie to retrieve S/o.

He turned Candy Apple cookie into a tarot card as punishment for luring his love out.

Candy Apple cookie HATED being in a tarot card. Being all flat and can't even move.

Yet she didn't stop the chronicles of trying to get rid of s/o.

She tried so many ways.

Yet Black Sapphire Cookie made her think twice by telling her how their master would think towards them if she lures his love away.

Black Sapphire Cookie always watch over s/o.

Making sure Candy Apple cookie wouldn't do anything to them.

Black Sapphire Cookie knew what the consequences would be if they did something to his s/o.

Yet Candy Apple cookie just don't listen.

She doesn't care.

All she cares is her master being hers.

Even though Shadow Milk cookie made it clear that he doesn't even want her.

He only sees her as a apprentice. Nothing more.

Which made her fuming even more.

"SHADOW MILK COOKIE IS MINEEEEE!!!!" she would yell everytime she gets jealous of s/o.

"Oh quit it!! Give us a break!" Black Sapphire silenced her.

Even though Black Sapphire Cookie watch over them, he would sometimes agree that they also needed a spotlight of their master's attention but doesn't intend to do things Candy Apple cookie did.

After their Master gets sealed away, they were stuck in disguises. Apple Faerie cookie (Candy Apple cookie) leads s/o away from the spire.

When Black Sapphire found out, he was livid.

Shadow Milk cookie is gonna KILL them for sure.

When Candy Apple cookie realized the consequences of her actions, she joined Black Sapphire Cookie to find s/o and bring them back.

When they retrieved them, they sighed a breath of relief.

Alas, they're not gonna die.

And since then, Candy Apple cookie decided to keep her own jealousy and thoughts to herself.

Not exactly to herself, she tell Black Sapphire Cookie.

Anyways guys! Sorry if it was short! I've been busy lately!

Anyways I hope it is for your liking and I hope you enjoyed reading this! To people who support my work, I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

[mental-ch-illness]

pro tip for recovering addicts

TW: Addiction, Alcohol dependency

as someone currently working through a moderate addiction to alcohol, there is something that actually really has helped me recently: replacement and going nuclear.

i would like to say that this method is not fool proof, and it will not work for people who have not completely accepted their addiction or have severe addiction. also, i am only dealing with alcohol dependency, so this may not work for others. even if you are struggling with alcohol, this might not work for you, but here's something that has helped me.

going nuclear, so don't even bother with trying to convince yourself it's going to be just one sip or one night. if you didn't trust yourself earlier that day, you probably shouldn't trust yourself now. so i've been doing the Most™ and simply applying brute force against myself. here's what i've been doing.

bought myself a timer lock. i put my alcohol in a cabinet and then use the lock on the cabinet. that way i have to wait to get to it. i can have a drink and then put it back and reset the lock. this prevents me from going back for more before the effects actually kick in. usually i make it a few hours. this method is great if you have a problems with delayed gratification because you can watch the numbers go down. also, you can set it to a longer periods of time to prevent day drinking. it's pretty easy, so you can set it up during those periods of clarity and yet it still holds up once the urges start up again.

i now leave my driver's license in the lock box of my car whenever i go to the store. this helps as i typically go to the store telling myself i won't buy alcohol. then when i'm actually passing by that aisle i find myself picking up some bottles and convincing myself it will be fine. it's not fine. just like above, take advantage of those moments of clarity and lock up your ID.

i've been deliberately diluting my alcohol by making premade mixed drinks. a go too of mine is measuring out three parts fruit juice and one part vodka (so it should be... like... 8% ABV, but don't quote me on that). i typically just mix it into an already emptied bottle of fruit juice. that way, instead of just doing shots of straight vodka, i am forced to actually drink a whole cocktail. there's only so much my stomach can hold, so it forces me to slow down.

i started taking medication to help curb addiction urges. currently, i am on a daily dose of naltrexone (as a pill) to help curb the urge to drink. it's not a cure all, but it does provide a sort of speed bump. not just with alcohol. i've sometimes found myself questioning impulse purchases and the like much more often. there are other medications that can help, so it might help to talk to your doctor.

here's another thing that isn't really 'nuclear', but has helped: i got a snow cone machine... just a tiny one i found on clearance. whenever i got the urge to drink, i'd make a snow cone. i didn't think it would work as well as it has, but i think the dopamine hit from that does help to curb things.

not everyone can quit cold turkey, but everyone should do their best to outsmart their addiction when they can. you'll fuck up, but that doesn't mean that you are a fuck up. it's gonna be okay. maybe not today, or tomorrow, or the next day, but it will be one day.

[pupyuj]

nerd babyboy g!p jho receiving head for the first time && her literally tearing up bc she never felt pleasure like it before (all she does is work and study, doesnt even remember the last time she jacked herself off🙁)hajdbfngmgm but thru the haze and her tears shed still have the energy to ask permission to blow her load on r's face😶‍🌫️

AHHH been meaning to do some jho asks for a while so i'm happy i'm finally getting to them!! 💘✨ sorry to the 5 blooms that have been waiting for some bini stuff from me, ik i’m so slow on this 😔💔

[cw: g!p jhoanna, blowjob, handjob.]

there's nothing like a good ol' playtime to give your tired baby an energy recharge :33 why, neither of you have even fucked yet! and you've only given her handjobs (really good ones) bcs you didn't want to overwhelm her 🥺 but one day, you'll see her working a bit too hard on some project and what a coincidence that you just so happened to be horny as fuck and needed relief! she wouldn’t even give you any mind when you hug her from behind her chair and give her shoulder little kisses bcs she’s so focused 😭😭 but that will simply not do!

“mm, papansin.” you’d hear her tease you under her breath and you know what that means!? the cracks are showing! it’d only be a matter of time until she starts losing more and more attention on her work and how do you decide to distract her? 🤭 palming her bulge while leaving kisses down neck.. and she pretends that she doesn't notice it but nothing ever fools you! and it's not like you can't feel how she's slightly grinding against your hand, jho's just a big baby who can't admit to what she wants but it's all fine and dandy bcs you can give it straight to her no problem!

you'd even go ahead and slide your hand inside her shorts, and now you complete have her attention... jhoanna having to put down her pen, nervously adjusting those stupidly thick black-framed glasses that she was wearing while trying so desperately not to let it all feed your ego but it already was! how else will you have the confidence to pull down her underwear and put her hard cock out for display?? 🤭🤭

"tama na? ayaw mo na?" yk damn well asking her that while stroking her length would drive her insane and it very much did! jho is definitely a whiner and you'll hear her right against your ear bcs baby gets embarrassed when you look right her while you're pleasuring her, SHES SO CUTE 🥺 she'd want to cum immediately since you've got her so worked up but you have other plans! and since she's so distracted by how good your hand feels that she totally doesn't expect your mouth to feel even better!

at this point she's making it sound like she's fucking you bcs jho can be super loud too 😋 pating yung mga ungol ay OA rin kase 😭 but that's just bcs you're using your tongue so good :(( slowly licking up from the base of her cock all the way up to her slit, your nails clutching her thighs and keeping them wide open for you.. she's trying to cover your eyes so you can't tease her about her expressions afterwards but jho just ends up guiding you herself, just like you always wanted! 🥰

"i-i'm gonna cum... 'di ko na k-kaya..." firm believer that when jho feels too good, she starts tearing up and pouting :(( shaking her head cutely, her glasses all the way down to the tip of her nose, breathing erratically... too cute!!

"manners, baby." you'd managed to say, and you taught your babyboy so well so she'd ask to cum politely! with "please" and everything :(( and you're always fine swallowing every drop but there's a certain wave of satisfaction that washes over jhoanna when you let her cum all over your face so you let her do it! 😋 she thinks you look sooo pretty like that, even wiping your cheek with her fingers and making you suck her cum from them... she's so bashful but when courage takes over her, jho definitely becomes something else 😳😳

[fookinhellcurlyy]

Adding my thoughts here. For me, it’s important to note that Harry practically told us through clues that the album could make more sense if you listen to it in reverse order. It honestly blew my mind.

While it might seem like an epilogue, I think LOML works as a prologue to me. Like @lurkinginacoolway said above, it’s Harry showing that there were parts of the relationship (or their lives as a whole) that definitely weren’t the healthiest or the prettiest thing to see or experience, but they had to endure all of it. It was like a flashback of him, thinking that it could’ve been the end at that point (within the context of LOML), hence the tone (closure; saying goodbye).

In the end though, they found themselves back to each other, ready to start all over again. In the next track, Boyfriends, we hear a rewinding effect with the line “fool, you’re back at it again” played backwards. It’s him putting himself back in that position of falling back into something he thought had ended (LOML). With all the pain they tried to work through after everything else that had happened at that point—trying to navigate those emotions and continue loving despite the hardships—it’s perfectly normal to have doubts about whether you’re doing the right thing by going back to that position.

Continuing through the next tracks, you’ll notice the progression: from him reaching out (“don’t you know that I am right here”), to trying to enjoy the moment, to ‘goofing around’ and learning to accept that they really are probably endgame no matter what. There’s discovering new parts of himself or their relationship, resolving issues they never got to discuss before, finding solace with each other, enjoying the newfound peace they’ve embraced, and fully accepting that this is it—he never wants to let go and loves him with all of his entirety.

So yep, Harry’s House is an overall happy, love-letter-like album for me. LOML as a track sums up the rocky stages of their relationship (in the band, with each other, and within themselves), but it was just a mere prologue to the beginning of the real story—the one where they’ve matured, healed from the bruises of their past, and decided to continue loving each other anyway.

Or maybe that’s just me.

(Also, HH’s album cover being him looking at the ceiling of upside down house + the trailer being reversed are such big clues to me, idk. And I cannot stress enough how important it is to me to hear the reversed album start from “baby, you were the love of my life” and end with “you know I love you, baby”)

yesterday i read a tweet that says "loml is a closure goodbye to their past" and now your anon pointing out to the 28 seconds long outro—

loml being the final track with an outro just hurt me a bit but im gonna pretend its about the queen elizabeth for my own sanity idc! 🤝🤝🎉🎉

I don't see how people see it as a breakup song. But I also just don't care anymore.

[socgf]

chapter 3 - playing dress up

in which ... soc and greaser worlds collide and rosie's not welcome in either.

dallas winston x curtis sister ! oc

wc: 809

warnings: none

you really got me: masterlist

i spot randy and his crowd from the diner huddled near the pool tables, looking as out of place as their madras. before i can look away, he catches my eye and raises his hand in recognition. dally's watching me like a hawk as i give a small wave back, my posture automatically straightening.

"well hello to our favorite waitress." randy drawls walking over to me as his eyes flicker over my dress. though his next words are a bit more pointed. "didn't know you hung around this part of town." 

"i could say the same to you," i respond back, keeping my tone light. the vodka cranberries are working their magic, making the edges of the room softer and my smile come easier than it normally would. before randy can get another word out, i can already feel dally's presence behind me, and his arm wraps around my shoulder lazily. 

"oh dally, this is my friend from work-" i start, but he cuts me off, not taking his eyes off the soc. 

"yeah, i know who you are."

i suddenly feel like the biggest idiot in the world, letting my alcohol-induced confidence blind me to the obvious tension. randy's looking between me and dally, obviously putting pieces together.

"c'mon rosie, let's get you another drink," dally mutters, his fingers digging into my shoulder as he steers me away. the look he gives randy could freeze hell over.

"wha.. what was that about?" i ask once we're far enough away, stumbling over my words a bit.

dally just shakes his head. "nothing you need to worry about. just stick with me, alright?"

but as the night wears on and the drinks keep coming, dally gets pulled into a poker game, and i find myself drifting through the crowd. the music's gotten louder, the room hazier, and i've lost track of how many times buck's refilled my glass.

i’m shoulder to shoulder with the other buck’s patrons, swaying a bit while gulping down from my now fourth vodka cranberry. dally’s snaking his way through the crowd, and i can already tell he’s three sheets to the wind from how his eyes narrow in at me, a bit hazy but as intense as they always are.

dally looks mildly disgusted at the middle-aged regular whose hands are sliding down towards my hips, and he moves himself between us, shoving him off roughly.

“yeah, she ain’t interested man. or legal.”

the man grumbles off like he’s had this exchange often enough, but dally’s eyes are fixed on me now.

“i don’t need you to rescue me like i’m some damsel, you know. i can handle myself.” my tone is even, like i’m trying to puff up my chest.

“sure look like a damsel. and don’t act like it’s an accident, you coming here like that. you've been doin' this all night.” dally gestures loosely to my outfit, giving me another rough once-over.

“what’s that ‘sposed to mean?” my eyes narrow.

“c’mon. ain’t it obvious? you waltz in here looking like you belong at a country club, talkin to these guys all proper. you like playin’ fuckin’ dress up, rosie?”

i feel a pit in my stomach, trying to keep my tone firm. “it’s my mother’s dress.”

“your mother wasn’t no damn debutante, so don’t go actin’ like it.”

his words take all the air out of the room. i can’t help the tears pricking at my eyes, but i’m not about to make a fool of myself, so my gaze flickers up to the ceiling to keep them from streaming down my face.

“don’t you dare talk about my mother like that.”.

he knows he’s gone too far, i can see the flash of regret in his eyes, how his gaze falters before it hardens once again. because dally doesn’t back down, even when he knows he’s sinking himself deeper and deeper. he gets more brash, like my offense is egging him on.

“like what? it’s the truth. you think the little outfits and the makeup and batting your eyes at the socs at work makes you one of them? can’t fool me, rosie.” he’s sizing me up with his eyes, like he can see right through me.

“i’m not trying to fool anyone, dallas. this is who i am.” i snap back, more in an effort to convince myself than anyone else.

dally scoffs coldly. “right. i know you think you’re better than this place. think you're better than me, yeah? you’re just as fucked up as the rest of us.”

there's nothing i can say back. regardless, he doesn't let me. he gives me one last piercing look before he disappears back into the crowd.

a.n. don't know how realistic it is for socs to be at buck's but let's just suspend our disbelief for a moment here. i thought it would be interesting to explore this because the outsiders never really touches on womens' places here beyond cherry and the greaser girls. i was curious what it would look like for a girl with a 'greaser' socioeconomic background who tries to separate herself from that lifestyle, and how female social roles at the time would help her 'code switch' more easily.. idk if anyone is intrigued by that. but that's kinda the underlying plotline beyond rosie/dally that i want to continue.

also thought it would be necessary to mention this is PRE CANON… obv dont think rosie would be hanging around randy during/after the events of the story.

taglist:

@mrsdillonx @hailpacino @magefelixir @jujuheartz13 @coastershells @r0seb100d @awsomeemochick @mattdillonlvr69

[anaszpan]

[ IMAGINE ] : Imagine you're a stunt coach (archery) and you have private lessons with Richard Armiage. You know each other from the set of "Robin Hood" and now you're working together on "The Hobbit".

[ A/N ] : The photos do not belong to me. English is not my native language. Don't hesitate to use this idea in your story.

[ ( ´ ꒳ ` ) ♡ ] : The first time I met Richard, it wasn’t exactly a meet-cute. Picture this: Sherwood Forest, the set of Robin Hood, and me, covered in mud, trying to coax a particularly stubborn arrow out of a bale of hay. The rain was coming down sideways, and I was starting to question my life choices. Suddenly, a voice, smooth as velvet but with a hint of amusement, piped up, “Having a bit of a crisis, aren't we?” I turned around, mud-caked and glowering, to see Richard Armitage, looking impossibly handsome even in the pouring rain, standing there with a half-amused, half-sympathetic look. He was holding a perfectly dry umbrella, which, I admit, made me feel even more miserable. “Just peachy,” I grumbled, wrenching the arrow free with a satisfying thwack. “And you are?” He chuckled, a sound that somehow managed to cut through the storm. “Richard. And I believe I'm about to make a fool of myself trying to learn archery.” “Well, you’ve come to the right place,” I said, gesturing at myself with a muddy hand. “You're lookin' at your head coach, your arrow-slingin' sensei, the queen of the quiver, and... yeah, I'm a girl! Surprise! I know, I know, you were probably expecting a gruff, beard-stroking, totally serious dude who only speaks in grunts and talks about bows like they're his long-lost children... Well, I'm here to shatter that stereotype like a poorly-placed arrow on a target! I'm Bathsheba... " He grinned, and I swear, the clouds parted for a moment to give him a spotlight. “Then I shall be in your capable, possibly muddy, hands.” That was the beginning. Over the next few months, we spent hours together on the archery range. I taught him the basics, the stance, the draw, the release. He, in turn, taught me about the intricacies of playing a charming villain and how to make a convincing brooding expression (something I apparently needed help with). We'd argue about the best way to hold a bow, debate the merits of different arrowheads, and share stories about our lives. He’d tease me about my aversion to technology, and I'd tease him about his fondness for perfectly ironed shirts. We developed a sort of easy camaraderie, a comfortable rhythm of banter and respect.

So, fast forward a few years, and The Hobbit comes along. When they were casting for Thorin Oakenshield, I knew instantly Richard would be perfect, from his amazing height and stoic appearance. And when I got the call to be the archery consultant again, the first thing I did was request that Richard and I work together again. Luckily, they agreed! Now, here we were, back on the range, preparing for the epic journey ahead. The only difference was that, this time, the stakes felt a little higher. Maybe it was the pressure of the iconic character (which was beloved by fans everywhere and Rich would need to hit it out of the park, while also embodying some of the best archery skills. I'd spent weeks pouring over the script, agonizing over Thorin's archery scenes. If they weren’t done right, they could break the immersion. The responsibility weighed on me. I hoped that he knew how important this was...) the sprawling landscapes, or the sheer amount of time we were spending together. Whatever it was, Richard seemed… different. He was more focused, more intense, but also…flustered. The first few lessons were a disaster of awkwardness. He’d struggle with the draw, and the arrow would wobble in the most comedic fashion. I, of course, would start laughing. Then the actor would blush beet-red. I would have to stop the lesson, and we'd end up talking about some random thing to recover. "Alright, Richard, keep your back straight, your stance firm, and your eye on the target," I'd say, trying to sound like a seasoned pro. He'd nod seriously, his jaw set, and then his gaze would drift. Not to the target, mind you, but to me. His eyes would linger, and a faint flush would creep up his neck. He would then, with the most distracting drawl say: "You… you are distracting me." "Am I?" I'd ask, feigning innocence, though my heart would do a little flutter dance. "What am I doing?" "Your... your presence is... unsettling," he'd stammer, and his ears would turn bright red. I started trying a new tactic. "I'm just here to make sure you don't accidentally shoot yourself, or anyone else on set," I said. "This is a job, Richard, nothing more." "Bathsheba, I need a break," he said during one sparring session, his voice laced with frustration. He rested his bow against the hay bale, the tension in his shoulders slowly releasing. "Maybe a little bit of distance would do us both some good." "Good idea," I agreed, my voice sounding a little too eager, even to my own ears. I walked to the water cooler, trying to put some space between us, not just physically, but emotionally. But I knew, it wouldn't work. As he approached me to take a sip of water, he kept his gaze locked on mine. We were both silent for a long moment, the only sound the gentle breeze rustling through the trees. I could feel the thrum of my own heart, echoing the rhythm of the bowstring being pulled back. "You know," he began softly, his voice barely above a whisper, "this archery thing… it's becoming a metaphor, isn’t it?" My gaze snapped up to meet his. "A metaphor for what, Richard?" I asked, my voice a little more breathy than I would have liked. He took a step closer, his nearness stealing the air from my lungs. "For us, Bat. The way we circle around each other, drawing closer, then pulling back. The precision we try to achieve, the aim, and the way we seem to consistently miss our mark." I didn't deny it. The truth was, the archery range had become a battleground of sorts, a place where we tested the limits of our self-control, where our unspoken desires were played out in every stance, every glance, every near miss. The bow and arrow, the ultimate tools for directing focus and power, had become the very thing that made Richard's focus falter. "And what does it mean?" I whispered, my voice a mere breath. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of my jaw, sending shivers down my spine. "I'm not sure yet," he admitted, his voice raw and filled with uncertainty. "But I know... I don't want to keep missing."

[unknowns-musical]

Orange Flash, honestly this design out of the bunch is my favourite and overall gave me the idea of how to continue the rest. Using the names to inspire what I think the outfits could look like to differ from the original and how I can use it to give them a more interesting personality that isn't just the bully archetype.

Personally, I want to identify them as genderfluid since I've seen both male and female actors playing this role and thought it would be a fun way to explain it in universe.

In the previous post that explains everyone in my au you'll see that Flash here works in science. They make fireworks that they store and connect to their skates, so when they need that attention or want the attention on them they'll skate about and let the fireworks do the talking for them.

As they are the smallest of the group, they aren't taken as seriously by the others so they try to make it up by being the loudest, like a small dog. Though, they are the nicest of the group, actually enjoying the company of the Electrics, Coaches and Freights. Heck, they even worry over their safety but don't usually say anything about it in worry of their group (Green Arrow) teasing them more.

If they aren't racing or doing science, you can find them stretching a lot. Honestly it's smart, they're a racer and they need to look after their body so they don't hurt themselves. Flash will even pose and hold that pose longer than they should, just because they don't know when to stop.

When not racing, they hang about the back of the group being awkward when it comes to bullying the other groups. It's not that they can't do it, they try to do it, it's just if who they are trying to bully tells them no they will hesitate.

They can also get distracted easily and zone out a lot, mainly because they're in deep thought about something. Thankfully though, Flash can be pulled out of it, just be wary that they might try to hit you in surprise.

Also, they might be the nicest but do not be fooled... This is a chaos gremlin. If they see a fight, they will be the one hyping up the fights to keep going.

[bewires]

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[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[mcalhenwrites]

Still alive, writing and editing a lot and even drawing (mostly dragon sketches at work). Seasons has some new chapters now... I saw something earlier about writing being something you can hone by doing lots of reading and writing. I wonder when that will apply to me. I've read a lot of books this year. I have almost hit my goal of 90 books, and while a couple are nonfiction and half are comics, the rest are novels. I expect that to increase again, now that I'm going back to the library. (I stopped with the bed bug scare.) Then I'm setting aside time each week to write. I work on stories at work, even if it's mostly just planning. (My laptop is falling apart so I just gave up taking it to work.) Yet here I am, still the same idiot who doesn't have anything appealing enough for most people to read. I can't get 99% of my followers interested. Sales of Geckos have dropped to next-to-nothing. Nothing else I put out there matters either. The fault lies with me. I'm not good enough. After having this stupid blog for 12 years, I want to delete it. I want to delete my twitter account. I want to delete every single account and shut up for good. There is nothing I can offer. My writing is a good hobby for me. I can get pats on the head for doing a little thing for myself. Aww, look at the cute little dumbass adult doing wittle storwies!!! Isn't that silly!!! They're not good, but he's having fun during the process. Too bad he hasn't figured out that not even 39 more years of practice can save what he's handing out.

[bmpmp3]

dysgraphic artiƨts risɘ UP!!!!!

[milkweedman]

I am sorry you've been harrassed by terfs, but the way you are currently trying to weed them out seems a bit misguided. As in, the vast majority of terfs are in fact ok with big hairy CIS men. The so-called men they are actively hating are trans women/transfem people. So by acting like you proclaiming your love to big hairy dudes is the best terf-repellant you seem to be missing the point at best.

i'd love to actually respond to your concerns or whatever the hell it was that you were trying to convey with this ask, but it has almost no basis in reality so i literally cant.

thats the one statement on how effective i think the banners are that has left my queue so far. which is: i hope it works but also have literally 2 other backup plans already in case it does not. i dont know why youre calling that "acting like [me] proclaiming [my] love to big hairy dudes is the best terf-repellant", because thats wildly off target from what i have actually said at any point. everything else youve said is also pretty much either dead wrong or ignorant, so im getting the feeling that you not reading has been a problem for a while.

(ive also not mentioned terfs this entire time--ive been talking about radfems and using the word radfems. they're not the same thing although there's large overlap. so like. thats strike two for zero reading comprehension, buddy. cause you are literally not talking about the group im talking about and youre also inventing whole new sentences that i didnt say.)

[bumblingbabooshka]

Processing some things

Also the fact that he's crouching with his hands on his knees is so cute to me for some reason?? He does this in another episode too - the one where Chakotay finds a symbol on an unknown planet...it's just so adorable to me. He could just lean down but no. Also of course his fingers are spread again - GOTTA utilize the whole hand whenever you do ANYTHING (if you're Tuvok)

[arolesbianism]

Heartbreaking! My suspicions abt Wagstaff having some fucked up timeline shit going on were correct and now I have to scramble to come up with an excuse to not have to completely overhaul my entire swap au (it won't be hard my excuse is that it's an au so I can do what I want)

[medicinemane]

I just think that the main barrier to being good at a lot of different things isn't about that you couldn't be good at it, it's about time, and it's about affording equipment and materials

It's gonna be a lot harder to find the time for even one hobby if you're working full time, and make no mistake, there's a real problem of getting what you need to actually work on stuff

[groggle]

Yippee)))

@pennyroyald @anisecandy @deep-jellysea-deactivated202412 @groggle @mango-mentally-ill @nyaamaoutofreddit @valentinoappreciator @xyzee1212

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