#and theyve been saying that in january

[pears-trinkets]

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[butchhansolo]

in-universe "logistics" aside, i think it's good that echo has the permanent scomp arm instead of a hand for like. real-world representation reasons.

in star wars sure they have fully articulated replacement prosthetics but we very much don't have that in real life, and i feel like echo with the scomp is good rep for that. he's one of the most competent characters and i think it's good to show that he can do All That as he is, especially with how irl people with only one hand usually are very capable, even more if they've been living with it for a long time, and very rarely do we see that in media.

like, mark hamill once said he talked to a kid for a make a wish thing who was about to have his arm amputated, and the kid said that he wasn't worried because luke did it too. i think that's important

[gikairan]

I dont think i'm ever not going to be grumpy about TPC deciding to make the 1,000th pokemon the lovechild of a wacky arm-waving inflatable tube man and a cheesestring........

Like, its a milestone number. And you made this thing for it..... that was a Mistake u_u

[diobrando]

*sigh* time to brush up on world history

[cryptidghostgirl]

Hey hey! i have a third angsty silly idea teehee (yes same person who requested the one where wife reader gets teleported to the hotel and the one with the fake dating trope-)

Im at it again with my silly ideas i can’t quite get out of my head- so picture this RIGHT before the begging of the second fic (loved it btw if i could id kiss you on the mouth)

(this interaction is important) Reader is eyeing Alastor to subconsciously make him talk to her, he does of course it goes a bit like “Alastor dear, havent seen you before?” "Just moved in, thought of making some acquaintances” and they talk, reader tells him “a charmer too? should be careful around you not to break my heart” or smth smilar idk i suck at dialogue

And then the partnership happens and theyve been at it for a while (like at least 5 years id say)- until Readers twin brother dies in a planned house fire and she goes out for revenge, before that they have a fight like “youre going to be out numbered” “its suicide” blah blah blah- and eventually reader goes out alone

She does manage to to kill the criminals but because of the cold January weather and the exhaustion of it all- reader gets hypothermia and in the frenzy thats caused by it stumbles and falls into a fence spike of an abandoned farmhouse, gets impaled right below the ribs teehee, Alastor eventually finding her and goes out to bury her properly.

readers death happens in 1925 -8 years before alastor which gibes her enough time to take over half the pentagram with her blizzard/ice powers (cuz i think theyre. cool ;)) and is also important reader has a long tail with fluff (which can turn into a heart shaped fur or have happy/angry twitches) at the end because i think its cute and because her demon form has one so it matches (think the faceless room guardians by anyaboz on IG but fully white- with a void face from which emerges a dog skull at will). the normal form being overall relatively normal aside from the long ears and black limbs that symbolize the hypothermia part of the death (Yes this is an Oc but im making it a bit more generic for everyone :>)

When alastor does die in 1933 (when he got shot visiting readers grave) he hears of this blizzard overlord and goes a bit into her territory and into a bar where he sees a somewhat familiar person teehee and they have the same first conversation over again but in hell :D and then get reunited but possibly pull out their signature weapons on each other again for old times sake 😇

also i love you so much for taking the time to write my dreams it does mean quite a lot to me and if you want i can give more ideas because i have a lot more- 😇 (im tottaly not insane and or delusional i swear-)

A/N of course?? I’m obsessed with your requests. they’re always so fun. Also as a heads up, I decided not to do this as a part to for cover up because I got an earlier request asking to do a part two for that and I try to address requests in the order I receive them. I also made some other minor changes just to make it work a little smoother. Also, please keep sending in requests, yours are always so fun.

Frostbite (Alastor X Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Murder, death, gore, arson, a little bit of angst.

Word Count: 3,949

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Alastor sat at the bar of Mimzy's club drinking like he did every friday night. Normally the whirling dancers and loud music merely served to give him a headache, normally he ignored them and all the fans who somehow recognized him from the radio. Tonight was far from normal, tonight there was someone new.

Spinning on the dance floor, the fringe of her blood red dress spinning out from her legs. The woman was all smiles, all laughter, and she seemed never to turn down a partner. He watched her, entranced.

The woman wasn't a talented dancer, far from it in fact, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm and enjoyment. He had no intentions of doing anything other than watching her enchanting display until he made eye contact with her across the club. She blushed, turning away and quickly engaging a friend in conversation.

It was all the encouragement Alastor needed. In the dim light of the speakeasy, Alastor smiled to himself. He downed the rest of his drink and got to his feet. The crowed of dancers parted to make way for him like the red sea, waves of whispers following his path. He could hear the chatter, knew the rumors that he was a man uninterested in women, uninterested in love or romantic involvements of any type He knew that that was what everyone was speaking of as he approached the first new face the tired old place had seen in ages.

Coming to a stop behind the woman, her friend saw him first. It made sense, her back was turned to him after all, a result of her embarrassment at having been caught staring. He friend tapped her shoulder, indicating for the woman to turn around, and she spun. Alastor could feel the hem of her dress as it brushed against his leg through the fabric of his pants. His smile grew.

"Haven't seen you around here before Darling," he hummed, "new in town?"

"Just moved in, actually." the woman bashfully replied, clasping her hands behind her back and crossing one foot in front of the other.

The position it threw her body into sent Alastor's mind reeling. He hadn't expected that. Sure, she was pretty and different, new, but Alastor didn't feel things like that. At least, not normally.

"Well, I'd love to give you a tour sometime. The name is Alastor, Alastor Hartifelt."

This was the test: his name. How would she react? Was she just another one of his simpering fans, begging for his favor, for his attention, or would she do something interesting?

He held out a hand which she daintily rested her own in, a smile spreading across her face.

"Y/n L/n. I'm free tomorrow morning?"

Alastor was lucky, Saturday mornings were one of the few he had free. Gently, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Y/n felt her heart flutter inside her chest.

"Ah, a charmer." she hummed as Alastor raised his head again and she took her hand from his, "I'll have to be careful around you."

Everything had snowballed from there. The tour around the city had spiraled into dinner which had further fallen into an attempt by Alastor to take her life. He had been curious, how it would feel when the life drained from her body at the force of his hands. Instead, she had met his advances by holding her own knife to his throat.

It became a game of sorts for the two, always trying to outwit one another, one up each other, land the other six feet under. The game ended when Alastor was chasing Y/n through the woods and she had stumbled, falling to the ground. He had grinned maniacally as he had advanced on her, as she had scrambled on the ground away from him. Knife raised, her back against a tree, she had breathlessly asked him out on a date. How could he say no? Especially when he looked up and saw that she had planned this all along. There was no other way their initials could be carved into the surface of the very thing that had stopped her escape. It was perfect, she was perfect.

Five years of bliss. Five years of feathery kisses and passion. Five years of waking up to her smiling face, of washing the blood off each other's hands, of nearly wedded bliss. Then there had been the fire.

Y/n had a twin brother, a brute of a thing who always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Despite his flaws, Y/n loved him. This time, on a January morning in 1925, he had pissed off the wrong person and gotten himself killed. Y/n was inconsolable, spent every waking moment tracking the killer. It didn't take her long to get a lead.

She was halfway out the door when Alastor found her, shoving knives into her pockets and grabbing a gun. There was a wild, unfocused look in her eyes. Alastor turned his gaze momentarily to the setting sun as it sent rays of liquid golden light bouncing off the snow.

"Darling, what are you doing?"

"Going out." she gruffly replied, adjusting the laces on one of her shoes.

Alastor sighed. Y/n had mentioned to him just the day before that she had an idea of who was behind the murder and it wasn't pretty. The most controversial and strongest gang in the city had, according to her research, wielded the flames. Alastor took a step forward, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder and she turned to him. Her eyes were hard and narrow, her face contorted by rage.

"Y/n, please." Alastor began, treading carefully, "Not tonight. It's awful out, and you just confirmed everything today."

"No." Y/n shook her head, "No, I can't wait to do this any longer, Al. It has already been nearly a month, I can't..."

She looked away, raising a fist to her heart, her shoulders hunching slightly.

"I can't."

"And I can't loose you." Alastor quickly replied, using his free hand to turn her face back to his.

"So come with me."

He hesitated. Y/n saw the look on his face, the doubt. She shook herself from his grip, turning back to the door.

"Alright. I'll go alone."

"Y/n," Alastor pleaded, taking another step towards her as she grabbed her coat off the hook on the wall, "it is too dangerous. I can't let you do this."

"Let me do this?" Y/n spun around, her coat in her hand and flames licking at the corners of her voice, "You can't let me do this?"

Alastor took a breath, trying desperately to keep his own anger at bay.

"There are too many of them." he tried to reason with her, "You can't do it on your own."

"So come with me!"

"I..."

Y/n scoffed, sliding her jacket onto her arms. Turning back to the door once again, she unlocked it. Her hand rested on the knob, she took a breath. Their eyes met over her shoulder.

"I'll be home later."

She swung the door open and stepped out into the night. Alastor trailed after her, the snow sinking into his socks. It was cold, a terrible night.

"Y/n, you'll die!"

"Do you truly have that little faith in me!?" she spun around, her rage radiating off of her, devouring everything in sight.

Alastor had never seen her like this before. He halted in his tracks.

"Please, I can't..." he took a deep breath, emotions had always been a struggle, "I can't loose you too."

"But I'm supposed to loose my brother and know who did it and do nothing?!" she screamed back at him.

"You will die!"

Y/n turned her back on him once again. She unlatched the gate to the garden and slipped through it, letting it fall shut behind her.

"So be it."

"Y/n!"

Alastor tried to run after her but, it was simply too cold. His limbs were numb, he stumbled.

"Y/n!" he yelled again but, she didn't turn around.

He could see her, in that red dress. She looked like she did the first time he had ever met her as she disappeared into the night. He knew it was his mind playing tricks on him, it felt like an omen.

Alastor stood in the cold for a few minutes longer before resigning himself to the truth of it all: Y/n was going to do what she was going to do. He just had to hope she would come back, that the damage he had done in refusing to back her up like that wouldn't be enough to have driven her away. That she was strong enough to make it out alive.

The fireplace crackled invitingly. No matter how warm and cheerful it made the room, Alastor couldn't stop the dread. He sat down on the couch before it, painfully aware of the empty spot beside him. He tried to read.

The hours ticked by, seconds dragging on for eternity. Still, Y/n was not yet home. Alastor couldn't focus on anything. He couldn't 't read, couldn't sleep, could barely sit still. He paced circles around the room as the sun rose, he called in sick to work, intent on being there should she return.

When it reached four pm, when it had been nearly twenty full hours since she had left, he decided to go out and look for her. Y/n had always been messy, always bad at putting things away. While normally it had irritated him to no end, he now found himself grateful. He swore to whatever gods were listening that if she was alright, he would never bother her about it again because right there on top of her desk were all her plans, including the exact location of the gang's hideout, the exact place she had disappeared to.

The sight that met Alastor when he reached the old warehouse on the outskirts of the city was one he would never forget. Blood stained the snow red and there were bodies everywhere, both outside and within. It was clearly, Y/n's handiwork and he couldn't help but feel a tad impressed, he had underestimated her yet again. His slight smile, a result of the realization, fell as he spotted the footprints leading out of the backdoor.

He had tracked Y/n enough times to know they were hers, they couldn't be anyone else's. A trail of blood accompanied them, one foot dragging more than the other. Alastor tried to keep his head clear, his mind cool. He gave chase.

The back yard to the warehouse was large, gave the impression of going right off into the woods. Alastor soon realized that was not the case as the rusted, wrought iron fence came in to view. Y/n wouldn't have been able to see it. Judging by the way the tracks were iced over, it had been a long time since she had walked this path. In the dead of night, surrounded by trees, the fence would have come as a surprise.

As he got closer, the lump that he had assumed was a fallen branch came into more detail. Alastor's heart stopped, he rushed to her.

If only he hadn't waited, if only the minute he had felt she'd been gone too long he had gone after her. He might have been able to save her, to stop her from this cruel fate.

What had happened was obvious. The fence was iced over, slippery to the touch. Y/n had evidently tried to climb over it and lost her grip, the force of her fall being enough to ram the sharpened edge of one of the fence's defensive points right through her temple. Wrong place, wrong time.

Alastor had never cried like that before, as he sat in the snow at her feet, her body stiff from the cold. Not even when his mother had died could he ever remember feeling such a grief. It ate away at him, pooling in the center of his chest and spreading out. She had been so integral to who he was, so much a part of his life and way of being. She had been his dream, his end goal. Alastor remembered the ring, sitting heavy in the drawer of his night table. His tears redoubled.

By the time he managed to calm himself, the early winter sun had long since sunk to its bed and been replaced by the moon. Moving completely on autopilot, not considering his actions, Alastor wrenched her body from the fence. Y/n deserved a proper burial, in a place that mattered. He made her final resting place at the base of the very same tree she had told him she loved him while sitting at. His fingers traced their carved initials, grown hard with the years. There was nothing to be done.

The guilt ate away at him, festered over the years. If only he had stopped her, had gone with her, had come to her rescue. If only he had told her that he loved her one last time.

When Y/n awoke in Hell, to say she was surprised would be an understatement. She had never been one to believe in the afterlife in any sort of way, let alone such a wonderful one with so many opportunities for mayhem.

The thing that had been the toughest to get used to was her new form. All the demons in Hell got them upon arrival and when she caught that first glimpse of herself in the glass of a shop window, she understood why everyone on the streets seemed to be eyeing her fearfully.

She looked like she was rotting, her fingertips and toes black from the cold she had lost herself in. It trailed up her limbs, mingling with her own natural skin color. Her hair, her eye lashes, her eyebrows even, looked perpetually frosted with snow, little particles of ice hanging delicately in them. Then there were the horns and the tail, those were by far the strangest. The horns were pure white and curving like a mountain goats, the tail was thin with a little heart shaped ball of fluff at the end. It wasn't until another demon attempted to attack her that she realized the full extent of the changes that had taken place.

Y/n had just tried to punch the man, that was all. He had made advances, she had said no. He had tried again and she had told him she was married. It wasn't entirely a lie, they had been planning on it after all. Still, the man refused to listen and so, she had resorted to brute strength. When she had pulled her fist away, it was to find the man encased in ice. That was when the anger had set in.

Y/n didn't blame Alastor, not really. She was mad at him but, in the end, he had been right. She had died. It was all so brutally unfair. The way they had left things, that final fight, weighed on her soul. She wondered if he even knew she was dead, if he just assumed she had up and left him. The guilt, the what if's of it all, were crushing.

The stronger Y/n's emotions, the more uncontrollable her power. She still attacked people for fun but, taking over half of Pentagram City with her storms had honestly been an accident. In retrospect, she would call it a happy one.

Y/n liked being respected, being feared. She liked the near worship with which the smaller, weaker demons began to treat her. She settled into her new life with surprising ease and soon, every demon and hellborn in the place knew her name: Frost.

Y/n would've liked something different, preferred something cooler but, when the people give someone a name, its hard to change it and so, she embraced the title. Stone cold, cruel, powerful and appearing at what others perceived as totally inopportune moments. She locked herself, her heart, away. She swore never to make the same mistakes again.

Alastor visited Y/n's grave at least once every year. Always on the anniversary of her death, sometimes more frequently. That was where he too had met his death. As he had stooped low to place the bouquet of flowers he had brought on the surface of the hard-packed earth, the hunter had shot him, thinking he was a deer.

His arrival in Hell had been uneventful and not all together shocking. Alastor had been raised in a Christian household and although he never truly had faith in the matter once he had been old enough to form his own opinions, he had still always assumed that if there was life after death he was going to end up in Hell. He also knew that if he had ended up down here, Y/n had too.

The search was all consuming and fruitless. Every demon he interrogated, every one he thought had the slightest spark of his love within them, never had a single clue what he was talking about. Half the city was a snow storm and before long, that half was the only part he hadn't searched. Allegedly it was the territory of some new overlord known only as Frost who had taken Hell by storm - literally - just a few years before. Alastor already had a distaste in his mouth for the overlords, a sort of hatred spawned from something close to envy. He figured that worst case scenario, he could just add this Frost character to the list over overlords he had already taken out in the year since his arrival.

The chill of the air as he stepped over the border was a cruel reminder of the truth of his life. Alastor welcomed the cold with open arms, wondered if Y/n had already been killed since arriving in Hell. He had heard of the exterminations, it wasn't too wild of an idea. The thought gnawed on his mind like a parasite, intent on seeing him dead. Alastor progressed.

The fact that in death he still felt such things as hunger had been a mystery to him. There was something poetic about it, something forlorn in the idea that hunger and touch were the only things that followed a person to their grave. He stepped into the restaurant, his stomach growling, and walked up to the bar.

"Do you have beignets?"

Alastor knew the answer before the barkeep even shook his head. He sighed, falling on to one of the stools.

"Sausage and grits."

"Coming right up."

Alastor tapped his fingers on the counter, watching the world around him. Hope was running thin, anxieties and hurt taking over. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, how much more disappointment he could take.

"Haven't seen you around before, Darling," a voice purred from behind him, sending shockwaves of pain through his chest, "new in town?"

He summoned his microphone into his hand, ready to fight. It didn't matter that the demon most likely had no idea the effect of their words, the connections they had to his own past life. All that mattered was that he felt like he was being mocked, the world was parroting his life back to him because Y/n was out of his reach and probably would be forever more. He turned to face the person, a sickening grin spread tight across his face.

The demon had a clearing around her, the crowd avoiding her at all costs and whispering to one another behind the cover of their hands. Her tail flicked back and forth, ice emanating from the place her feet hit the floor.

There was something oddly familiar about her, the cocky smirk, the confidence. Alastor got to his feet. He leered over her and the woman didn't flinch one bit.

"Who's asking?"

A threat. The smile on the smaller demon's face grew, snow beginning to pile up on the floor in the corners of the room.

"You know, it's really far too cruel of you to go around with a voice like that." she hummed thoughtfully, a finger to her chin, "Gets a girl's hopes up just to shatter 'em on the floor."

Alastor could feel it now, the cold nipping at his extremities. Wind picked up in the indoor space and demons began rushing out through the door as quickly as they could. Alastor stood his ground.

"Ah, so you're the one responsible for this little snow town?"

"Why yes, I am."

"You're rather cruel yourself, you know." he mused, "Using my own words against me, how did you know? Do you overlords have some way to read a person's mind? Find the center of their desire and turn it to a weapon?"

Only now did the woman's expression change. Her calm facade morphed into confusion as the winds died down.

"What do you mean?"

"'Haven't seen you around here before, Darling, new in town?'" Alastor scoffed.

Y/n's eyes widened with a sudden recognition. It only fueled Alastor's anger as he took a step forward, shadows rising from the ground at his feet.

"I-"

"Just moved in, actually." the demon cut him off, holding a hand out for him to take, palm to the floor.

Alastor looked at her, disgust etched into his features.

"How could you..." he trailed off.

Eyes flicking over her form, Alastor examined the demoness carefully. Sure, she was different. She looked half dead, frost bitten to the extreme but, there was certainly something familar.

"Who are..."

His eyes narrowed with suspicion. Slowly, he took her hand in his. It was icy to the touch, sent shivers down his spine. With a practiced grace, he leaned down and planted a feathery kiss on the back of her hand.

"Ah, a charmer." Y/n smiled as he raised his head to hers again, "I'll have to be careful around you."

"Y/n."

It wasn't a question, he knew the answer. Alastor could feel it in his bones.

"Alastor."

She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close. Alastor watched her movements in astonishment. Disbelief laid thick on his body, too heavy to allow him to move.

"I'm so sorry." she whispered into his ear, her breath a cold breeze.

"I... why are you sorry?" he asked, pulling her away from him.

Alastor placed his hands on her shoulders, brushing off a bit of snow that had landed there with utmost care.

"I'm the one who's sorry. I should have come with you, I shouldn't have said the things I said, I sh-"

"I love you."

She couldn't hold the words in anymore. Icicles of tears tinkled like glass as they fell from her cheeks and landed on the floor.

"I... I love you, Alastor. I can't... I always regretted... I..."

"Me too."

He pulled her back into his arms, this time holding her body tightly to his. The cold burned but he didn't care. The whistling of the wind outside seemed to quiet.

"I love you so much, Y/n. I am so sorry."

"I'm so sorry."

Y/n pulled back, cupping Alastor's face in her hands.

"Never again."

"Never what, my love."

"Never again will I be parted from you."

"I thought I'd never see you again." Alastor admitted, "I was beginning to lose hope."

"Me too, me too."

"Never again."

"Never again."

----

Next Part -> Day Lilies (Alastor x Blizzard demon!Reader x Angel!OC)

A/N I am such a little slut for a good reunion scene.

[yakocchi]

The Emperor's Peak (VIP) // Completion

"Come here; You've got 5 minutes."

ayo new year, new january to sap money from eisuke enjoyers. well as the teens say, the fit do be bussin tho

i only bothered to pay up as theyve “graciously” given free VIP access for a bit. still no way to purchase subs on Passport, which is wild considering how much they push using the site

the stories are mostly fun. theres even a ministory about their middle-aged life (20 yrs into their marriage). obv they cant have their ikemen look crusty, so eisuke just looks like a disgruntled anime Beatle

the more interesting SR story is where they time travel to eisuke's 5th bday. so back when he was still formally a Kuga, but after his moms been hospitalized. the boy is naturally home alone. the story is quite sweet, but honestly was looking forward to more of the ichinomiya brothers so hmph

[smoreboi]

is antifa even like. a real thing? like. ive only ever heard of it in jokes or as a threat. folks were trying to say the dude who shot at trump was antifa? idk about you, but to me, shooting a dude you don’t like sounds a lot like “forcible repression of opposition”, which Wikipedia is telling me is like. a guiding principle of fascism. as far as i was aware, antifa was literally just shortened anti-fascist. i mean, i live in a currently republican swing state and im on the internet a lot, maybe im just being fed weird lies and propaganda, idk. antifa seems like just the republicans chosen wolf to cry about tho. idk, i just dont agree with politics, all my beliefs are purely theoretical cuz human error has fucked them up any time theyve been put into practice, but im a queer in the usa and what its looking like is that they just gave trump a free campaign to rally around, so im debating how hard it’d be to just go up to the lake and never return, round december/january its typically frozen enough you can just walk over it. for legal purposes, that is a joke,

[thewonderingsorceress]

// I know. I know. I know what you are all thinking. Wow they said they were going to come back and be on. Now it's been months.

I know I know and i know Ive been saying it alot but life has been knocking me down.

As soon as I said that My apartment gave me a weeks notice before they were going to be doing construction in my apartment that would require them to do work on an asbestos filled ceiling and the walls being open for over a month even tho i have cats and they wouldn't give rent reductions because tis "technically still livable because you have running water" So with such short notice i had to drive 4 hours away to a friend bc my works confidentially would be broken if i stayed, where my property manger used it as an opportunity to go into my apartment and take pictures of my apartment that was a mess bc i had alto of sudden health issues and then had to pack to leave for a month. She did this to get back at me for complaining to her about her lack of following the lease we have and offering a tenant who brought danger to me and residents multiple times a renewal of their lease. she then has been trying to use everything to get me out. So i was panicking trying to find a place to move which I couldn't find without me having a negative balance at the end of each month. So Im still trying while not being able to live in my apartment without issues because this woman literally fired every front desk person and got her people to come in and watch for me and other residents who have report her- ive literally had her come out of her office and stare me down when Ive goneto the lobby to pick up packages or leave. So I'm trying to move in January while working extra jobs to save some extra cash only to find out that my car got broken into and they attempted to steal it (I have an hyundai elantra with the immobilizer upgrade so they couldn't) and caused 8k worth of damage about and that's more than my car. So Im waiting for the adjuster to go out and decide if theyll pay it or if theyll give me a 2k check for my car and tell me good luck.

Along with that I was just denied an advancement at my current job that I was promised when I was hired and I am about to cut my last relative off/ go NC bc of the stress theyve been adding to my life and making it that much worse. While trying to study and save to be able to take another Bar Exam in February. So Im sorry IM trying I am. I havent even been super active on discord and that's where I'm normally super active.

[cupcraft]

I posted 42,336 times in 2022

That's 32,262 more posts than 2021!

15,797 posts created (37%)

26,539 posts reblogged (63%)

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I tagged 39,054 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#dsmp - 8,516 posts

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#liveblogging - 4,665 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#like it was just like seeing the liveblogs seeing the posts having mutuals discuss and stuff culminating into ig ill start paying attention

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

"i wasnt let into pride mcc but i was let into shelby's house"

top 10 scariest statements

3,591 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

#4

No but can we say how huge this is for c!Tubbo? c!Tubbo described as a yes man, as c!tommy's sidekick, as someone who goes along with the plan, who overapologizes, who almost died over two discs. c!Tubbo seriously stood back and said "hold on i'm pissed you kileld me" and set boundaries, and demanded apologized, and is not letting up on his anger towards them that he held back for so long. I am vindicated as a c!tubbo enjoyer.

In the words of c!Techno...he is based.

3,820 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

#3

Now pause did she say "Phil's son?" c!Wilbur is not Mumza's???

4,424 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

#2

mutuals are like this:

the mutual you know is your mutual

the mutual that is not your mutual and uh oh you thought wrong and have been treating them like a mutual oops

the mutual that was your mutual until realizing theyve unfollowed god knows when and now youre really embarassed you never noticed

the mutual you never knew was your mutual, oh i had no idea you followed via a different blog oh shit oh god im so sorry.

4,773 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

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I categorize my mutuals not by intimidation factor but of "mutuals i cannot disappoint" and "mutuals that i can disappoint"

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[serendipitous-mage]

not that ive had anything near a 'normal' year in well over a decade but thinkin about how proper fukt and hectic thiis one has been

beginning of year was working for one of the most insane managers/companys i ever have

middle of march i put in my two weeks, because in addition to a Lot of other reasons that i had already been struggling to not leave over, my manager straight up DOXXED a coworker(/their family member) on linkedin--and on the company linkedin as well no less--and some other drama that was just the last straw and i wanted some scrap of sanity back and to avoid that happening to me

end of march, hear that its not just possible but likely current roommate is moving, and while i *couldlve* gone with, it was an area i didnt want to go to

uncertainty from march-august, and not much progress made on job apps in that time because that is Such a huge/panic inducing process for me anyway without being unsure of living situation on top of it

roommate moving confirmed, i try and find someone who could take their spot where i already was but a lot of my friends had literally *just* moved in the last few months, so missed my chances

move in with some friends who already have so little space and money and now they have to share with me

finally hear about a job in like november

the job changes .. many times. first its a call center gig for this company, then they call back with 'the same thing but for a slightly different thing under the same parent company', and it actually does sound a little less hellish, so i go with that. all of the paperwork/emails i receive have the name of the first company on them, but when i asked about it they said it was just because of the parent company thing it was all good. they have me pick a schedule... all of the options are 40 hours, i had not asked too many specifics because i dont have the luxury of being picky rn, but i have never worked full time and am already always exhausted and cant stay awake all day, so this is going to be absolute hell. also there are 12 days where additional hours are Required, 4 of which i wouldve otherwise had off

i pick a schedule. they write back that some things changed here are some other schedules to pick from, i pick a new schedule. when we had initially talked on the phone for the first company i was told a setup day end of november and starting in december, but because of returning people/potentially from moving to the other, now im not starting until the end of january, which fucking sucks because ive been at $0 and owing friends for covering me for months. get a call saying some people dropped out, do i want to start a week earlier? yes ofc i do i need the money. get a call again saying the same thing, so now im starting the beginning of january instead.

equipment arrives: it is.....one small box......with the tiniest dinkiest little laptop with a whole entire one USB port and one USB-C port...great, perfect, this will work so well considering my monitor is VGA, and all three of my headset, mouse, and keyboard are USB connections. i do happen to have a USB to USB-C adapter for other things, but thats still only 2 of the 4 things i need plugged in. i tell them this, they through a series of CC'ing other people into the email find someone who knows where my Other equipment is. theyve sent me another monitor that has a USB-C connection and a (extremely chintzy) USB splitter. ok, technically everything can be plugged in now, whatever

we have a setup teams meeting: the lady running it mentions they just wana make sure our mics/cam work and then we can have them off for the meeting, 'because youre going to need both of them right? :)'. no. no i had bETTER not need both of them you are NOT having me ON FUCKING CAMERA for 40+HOURS A WEEK i will SCREAM.

but then. oh, oh boy howdy, and then...

the meeting was for both of the roles id been offered because the initial setup for both is the same, people for both the assignments are present. last i knew, i was on company B. i already have 15 pages of notes for company B from things i could find on the website and in manuals because i am an anxious bitch and wanted to make the first few weeks as painless as possible for me, im not confident, but i do have a fairly decent start and a basis understanding of the software already, so im a little less nervous about it

then the lady mentions...that....if youre with company A, you were sent one monitor, and if youre with company B...you were sent 2...

......i look up at my Singular monitor

and type in chat like 'hiiii um, so im with company B but was only sent the one monitor ?'

lady has someone else present double check my assignment

and they send

"youre with company A :)" legitimately with a smiley face

and when i tell you i am losing my shit-

15 pages of notes useless. company A is going to be higher call volumes and for a more generalized people which means more stupid questions and more confused customers. from what i can find on the website, their only support option seems to be phones, so there isnt even the possibility of having emails or chats which i Greatly prefer to phone calls, the other one had email at least. NONE of the emails they sent me said ANYTHING about the change, i can only assume it was one of the phone calls where they asked if i wanted to move up a week in the schedule, but it was NOT made clear i was changing anything other than the start date, just "theres an opening in the other class", and in the follow-up emails each time they only said "Thanks for your quick move to this new schedule" and "I'm excited for your earlier start date!", which does NOT imply i have been switched assignments

yall..im devastated lmao. i can never just Find A Job it always has to be some fucking batshit insane garbage like this

i start next week and im ......not excited to say the least ;w;

it only goes until april...but its going to be 40+ hour weeks (and i *doubt* any overtime pay, its technically a contractor role), on exclusively phone support (i fucking hate phones they make me mad anxious), i still havent been able to get solid notes for this one because their website is fucking unhinged and its taking me Forever to dig through it all, the laptop is tiny asf and there is no space in the shared room ive got rn to set it up in a way thats good at a desk or something im probably going to be sitting on the edge of the bed and using my shelf as a table which i Know from experience is going to kill my back and neck esp with the longer hours, they potentially want my camera on while working which is Not happening i might get fired for that even if i can keep up with the hours, and if i do get fired or quit? this job came through a recruiting agency which had got me one of my last remote jobs, and i dont think theyd be too quick to help me find something else if this one ends badly, so im really kind of forced to continue even if i didnt have such a pressing need for income asap

and all of this.. for a whole entire $16/hr :'D

happy fucking new years ;_;

[mrchalamet-mrstyles]

all of the info that has come out about them has been suuuper inconsistent like the person close to kylie (sooo close to her they tell news sites her business, which is just a shame if true) says that they’re getting to know each other and have only hung out a couple of times. yet originally it was that theyve been dating since january and people are using vids of them before they’re even said (by kylie’s friend) to have been talking as evidence. imo until i see them together im gna be hesitant bc i think things w the kardashians tends to become media panics wayyy to quickly but if they are dating i am happy for him. from a political stance i dont like the family butt she seems nice on a personal level and they have people in common so there’s clearly stuff in common. love him !!!

👍

[dbzebra]

I don't have any specific questions to ask so just rant about anything about DB/Z/GT/S that you constantly think about

Well I pretty much think about alot of DB constantly but lately whats been on my mind, outside stupid shit the fandom says, is that my tinfoil hat theory about DBS.

Now this isnt saying anything bad about Super despite my negative feelings on it, just something I noticed.

Something is absoultely going wrong behind the scenes in modern Dragon Ball's production. For one, the manga stuff is nowhere in sight merchandise wise. You'd think Bandai would have pushed out a dozen figures of SSJ Purple Vegeta and Black Freeza by now but nope. Nothing. Not even in the games like Dokkan or Legends. For reference, UI Goku got announced in Dokkan not even 24 hours after the episode aired.

Secondly, the horrible marketing for DBSSH makes me think they almost wanted it to fail. I know there was that leak that pushed back the release date, but the complete and utter lack of promo material leading up to the movie was wild. This is the same series that has episode titles like "Transformed at Last" so theyve never shyed away from spoilers. even DBS Broly showed soooooo much in the promos, there was TONS of merch everywhere. For Superhero? we had the same ~minute of footage from first teaser up until launch iirc. little to no merch. Theres been a few Gohan Blanco figures, but like, barely anything for Piccolo, 1 or 2 for the Gammas, nothing for Gotenks, 1 little figure for Trunks and Goten, ((and apparently one big Goten model coming soon but the movies been out for over a year by the time that drops))

Thirdly, the manga. Again, my feelings aside, its just strange. After the most recent big arc, they took like 3 months off, only to come back for a slice of life arc about Trunks (Goten was marketed but he was barely there, it was really just Trunks and I'll die on that hill), and then just retell the movie we just saw. They took 3 months off for ANOTHER retelling? What makes thigns even more weird is that the manga skipped right over the Broly movie. it was like "yeah this happened" and thats it. So??? EOZ is still clearly going to be the end to me, so I think theyre gearing up for one big final battle against Freeza but theres just so many strange decisions made these past 2 years.

And dont forget the "DBS 2 confirmed" leaks that run rampant on twitter. People keep saying their 'inside source' are telling them its coming, and then it doesnt come. Back when the movie was coming out, it was July confirmed! Then August. September, October, Novemeber, December, January, etc. and the story changed constantly, its honestly fucking hilarious and the longer it goes the funnier it is every time it doesnt get announced

TLDR modern Dragon Ball is a fucking mess production wise and has been literally since day one

[benjaminthecoathanger]

I posted 40,803 times in 2022

That's 13,945 more posts than 2021!

37 posts created (0%)

40,766 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@m-eowdy

@la-mancha-screwjob

@lokebrenna

@liquorice-woofbeast

@buggerit-millenniumhandandshrimp

I tagged 2,123 of my posts in 2022

#goncharov - 58 posts

#food - 51 posts

#favourite - 46 posts

#disco elysium - 38 posts

#unreality - 35 posts

#ask - 27 posts

#art - 23 posts

#god - 23 posts

#anon - 21 posts

#res - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#‘do you want to stay for dinner?’ ‘oh no it’s fine really’ ‘are you sure? we have enough for you’ ‘only if you’re sure it’s okay’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

NEVER apologize for the Disco Elysium. Apologies aren't very Disco, you see.

YOU. YOU GET IT.

8 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

#4

PLS TELL ME UR JEAN THOUGHTS I AM A DESPERATE CREACHER

sdkfjhsdjkjhfjkdshfkjsd i love how little time there was between me reblogging a disco elysium thing and receiving this anon i am kissing u so sweetly

ANYWAY GOD OKAY JEAN HAS POSSESSED ME. its like im 14 again only with a jean from a less dodgy piece of media

its!! okay. the way you spend most of the game being like oh okay this guy's kind of a dick and but theres enough hints of the kind of person harry was like before the amnesia that you start to be like okay, i understand

AND the way he fucking.. shows up in the stupid wig. even while telling you he's had enough and doesnt care he's still! trying to hold out an olive branch in the form of an inside joke that youve forgotten

and at the end! you know hes fully ready to give up on you if youve been drinking at all and he makes it so clear that youre on thin fucking ice if you managed to stay sober the whole game. but still goes over to help you into the car. just!! i need to lie down its. you know theyve been through some shit and he still cares and aaaaaaa. also i will say as a person i love getting dunked on and like. friendly insults? so the second he called harry shitkid i was like "AH. SOMEONE GETS IT"

also i will b honest i only smoke when something is Very Wrong but boy if i did not leave disco elysium looking at jean going hm yeah i get it. i understand u my guy.

12 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#3

real talk when are we getting a goncharov blooper reel like i know it was lost media and all but god i deserve it. i want to see the take where katya fires the gun too early, i deserve it

13 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

#2

oh youre english? whats the best stock cube brand then?

okay so i originally didn’t answer this because i was like. i don’t have an opinion on stock cubes like they’re fine whatever this is just one of those british cultural things i missed out on by being born abroad and then. so i got back home a few days ago and you’ll never fucking guess what my parents have hanging on the wall to the cellar

a metal plate with the fucking oxo logo on it.

anyway so i guess that answers your question

16 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

you know what, tumblr advertisement? sure. i would like more songs about star wars actually

35 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

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[optimistictalia]

I posted 80 times in 2022

That's 25 more posts than 2021!

62 posts created (78%)

18 posts reblogged (23%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@girl-kendallroy

@all-lars-bars

@pessimisticnathy

@3456boidone

@tuskofthyme

I tagged 77 of my posts in 2022

Only 4% of my posts had no tags

#clip studio paint - 31 posts

#nathys ocs - 29 posts

#artists on tumblr - 26 posts

#character design - 25 posts

#digital drawing - 22 posts

#original characters - 21 posts

#digital art - 20 posts

#fankids - 20 posts

#original character - 19 posts

#digital illustration - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#do you like these girlies? theyve been like my last two posts theyre my current comfort ocs so if yall like them... i wanna do a full post

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

im glad that we can at least all agree that he’d be a good dad 

33 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

#4

ALSO did a version of the teen lineup with my oc Nayeli bc (bo burnham voice) ME ME ME!!! >:) 

sisters <3333

45 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

#3

finally, more of my deeks family :3c you know how they say you get kids that act up the way you did as a way to see what you put your parents through? Well Charlie got four of them. 

i also drew up a random Cameron kid bc you cant have the Daltons w/o a Cameron to bully 

See the full post

45 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

#2

guys i think i get the whole poor little meow meow thing now 

49 notes - Posted March 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

my favorite loonaverse thing is when they make direct eye contact with the camera and you no longer feel safe in your own home 

59 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

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[pwblogarchive]

February 2008

February 3, 2008

“Try lying for a change, it's the currency of the world.”

its oddly haunting the way that sometimes entries from a year ago can reflect perfectly how i feel today.

its like an echo sent out over the weeks and months and pages of the calendar.

not always but sometimes.

a few weeks ago i considered mentioning the fact that while i once wrote "every new years is worse than the last" i didnt feel that way anymore

oh eight had broken the january curse

now im glad i didnt

cuz i realized it might not have

it may have just pushed it back a month

or extended it, depending on how this all looks on play-back

i find it a bit odd to be waiting for retrospect

Posted by xoat 10:41 PM

February 12, 2008

“honestly, afraid. i cant ever sleep either.”

Put the the planets in swing

Make jupiter sing

The afternoon light

Ignites

The back of my head

Spend years trying to cloud our head and not feel a thing

Just to turn around and erase the clouds so we can remember everything

Throw handcuffs on that boy

When the check comes he never pays

His cheekbones carve my moods

He shakes like a leaf

He's clicking like an old answering machine

He howls at the moon

He's breathes wet thru insect eyes

Canyon lights at night chase away the boring days

And I don't worry about death because I've seen the date I'm gonna die and its so far away.

Posted by xoat 1:55 AM

February 16, 2008

“part two (i forget so much of what i write its beginning to scare me).”

hes a lonely planet

dont stir and wake

everythings ok

give or take

the cats got the canary spinning in its ribcage

did i mention i came dressed for the intervention

(and if you were dying soon would you try to find snow in the deep summer

the june bugs dancing in wonder

and i still wonder now

if my words will stil turn you inside out)

hes a honeyjar

with that pretty face, lets never lose the lid

and keep those rosey lips in

(he breathes wet through insect eyes)

in multiples of four, no less than sixteen

sandmans been showing his beam

when he walks into a room the walls lean in to listen

keep a calendar this way youll know the last time you came through

oh.

"i know what youre going through"

well i dont- its more of a "paper or plastic" grocery store choice to me

but ill sympathize with anything to get through to you

do you know what its like to watch reruns of yourself night after night

to offer nothing and expect everything in return

to cock your head just right to appear arrogantly humble

if we hurry well make the morning edition

cos everybody likes to read the bad news

theyve tapped the phone be very careful what you say

speak in code about singing birds and sleepy eyed women

his heads a junkyard for rusted midnight thoughts

hes criminally carefree

when the pills swallow the worry

hes digging like forty nine

hes making you press rewind

hes a thunderstorm so bright you shut your eyes

he is a hurricane

Posted by xoat 3:15 AM

February 18, 2008

“mc hammer and miss piggy bank”

i get bright ideas in dark rooms

red rooster combs on our head

we are galaxies

a catipillar that got stuck

mr moth come quick with any luck

long walk in a dark house

a roman candle heart

keep us far apart

tour is just thinking you have been in every hotel, club or truck stop before.

it is deja vu personified.

all full of love so much that my teeth are floating.

February 19, 2008

“the oxidation of Joan of Arc.”

the mind drinks less and less.

impatience.

highways full of crowds going somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, nowhere.

The gasoline refugee.

Towns turn into motels,

people in nomadic surges from place to place,

following the moon tides,

living tonight in the room where you slept this noon and I the night before.

Posted by xoat 12:31 AM

[missaltymystic]

alright so since nobody in my social circle knows about my tumblr acc, ill be spilling some shit bout my life bc no one asked me to (this is pretty much a "dear miss salty mystic, today is gonna be an amazing day!!" kind of shit)

ive never felt so lonely in my entire life lke the way im feeling rn. idk if the reason for this is cause ive been studying so fucking hard and a)im pretty sure nobody gives a shit, b)ive barely seen my best friend and c)im not going out w/ my "main friend group". and then you may ask me "why the hell are you upset just cause you cant see your friends?" well, ill have to admit.

im mad as fuck theyve been meeting up and not invinting me to go w/ them

from the period of 2 entire years to january 2024 we literaly saw each other EVERY SINGLE DAY. and now i basically do not exist for them. they know im busy all the time and im never going out cause im studying. but then summer break happened!! theyre gonna invite me to go out w/ them, you might think!! instead they spent the whole summer break going out without invinting me

they know im free, they know ive been dying to see them (while they kept saying that they "miss me" and "cant wait for the summer break so we all could go out together")

and you expect me to be cool about it?

especially Max (his name's not max but lets just pretend it is)

max's helped me in one of the worst moments of my life. he's always been my role model for loyalty and friendship. he did thing for me no one could ever imagine. all of this just to trade everything we have had for some random girl he met 4 months ago and THEY DONT EVEN DATE???????

anyway let me mention miss alisson swift when she wrote "help im still at the restaurant" but switch the sadness for a "whos afraid of a little old me" pov.

maybe ill keep updating uninteresting facts about my life on this goddamn website cause its cheaper than a psychologist

(sorry for english mistakes, im using my personal problems to keep my writing up)