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[deancasforcutie]

Radio Company, "Watching Over Me" & "Every Light"

[normal-with-adhd-is-a-joke]

If you are a "disability advocate" be normal about emotional support animals. I am not asking. Do it.

The only time I ever see ESAs brought up by non-handlers in disability circles is to complain about them. Mainly, to complain about people who bring them into public spaces. This is fine, they're not supposed to be in public and it does cause issues for service animal handlers, but the problem is when the criticism extends to criticizing the concept of ESAs, which happens quite often. I've recently seen more disabled people and allies advocate for more restrictions on ESAs, or for them to stop being protected altogether, and I need to emphasize that this is an incredibly dangerous, ableist stance.

First and foremost, ESAs are a real thing in the U.S. If you're from outside the U.S. feel free to chime in about how they work where you're from, but I'm from the U.S. so I can only offer my experience. ESAs are recognized by the federal government under the Fair Housing Act (FHA). The category that includes service animals and ESAs is called "assistance animals".

ESAs are not legally pets. They have fewer rights than service animals, but they have more rights than pets. ESAs are not subject to "no pet" rules in housing, nor are they subject to pet fees or pet security deposits. They are also generally exempt from breed and animal type restrictions. The law has some caveats about this like not causing undue financial stress to the housing provider or damage to the property. These rules also exist for physical accessibility (i.e. wheelchair accessibility), they're generally to protect against significant damage or alterations to the property without the permission of the housing provider. If the presence of an animal doesn't cause a health and safety risk, doesn't cause excessive damage to the property, and is necessary to afford a disabled person equal use of the property, then landlords and other housing organizations pretty much have to act like the ESA isn't there.

ESAs can be any animal. Most are dogs or cats but birds, rodents, snakes, pretty much any animal that's legal to own can be an ESA. Of course, just because it's legal doesn't mean it's ethical. Unfortunately, sometimes animals that can't reasonably be kept in a home by a private keeper, like primates and alligators, are claimed as ESAs. This is an obvious abuse of the system but it's difficult to prevent without harming legitimate handlers. In my opinion, focusing on tighter restrictions and more bans for exotic pets would do more for animal welfare than focusing on being weird about ESAs.

One of the common statements I see non-handlers make about ESAs is that they're just pets and don't serve any special purpose. This isn't the case. ESAs must help with at least one effect of a person's disability in order to qualify as an ESA. One of the main purposes of ESAs is suicide prevention. Keeping up spirits can be very difficult for people with mental and physical illnesses, we might sometimes feel that we're not contributing anything to the world, that things would be better off without us, or that the distress we experience isn't worth pushing through. Having an animal that relies on you gives a sense of importance and responsibility. If you die, your ESA will have to adjust to a new environment and go through the stress of change. There's also a possibility that they could be alone without care if no one realizes you're gone, which unfortunately does happen with people who live alone sometimes. ESAs also motivate us to care for ourselves. Many severely mentally ill people, as well as many physically disabled people, struggle to motivate ourselves to get out of bed and live life. It can be easier to do nothing than to deal with the pain and fatigue associated with moving around, even if our health suffers as a result. Caring for an animal requires us to get up and move around our living space, sometimes doing things for ourselves in the process. ESAs can also help encourage us to take medications, stay off of addictive substances, go to doctor's appointments, and do other things to stay healthy in order to be able to continue caring for our ESAs. Basically that Simpsons "do it for her" meme.

ESAs are disability aids. They're important. They keep disabled people alive and healthy. Questioning their right to legal protection is ableism.

[comicgeekery]

The Veiled Lodger

Shout out to my new favorite character: Mark Merrilow! As a Baker Street neighbor, I hope he shows up again. The same with Eugenia! So, Sherlock & Co. is clearly still sticking with some lower stakes stories in the wake of the Sign of Four epic. And good for them. Sherlock Holmes may not be able to help becoming internationally famous, but his bread-and-butter is the "small" case that everyone else overlooks. It's a major part of what gives him his great heart along with his great mind (see: Three Garridebs). And what's more heartfelt than helping a neighbor to heal? Sherlock showed a lot of compassion in this one, even though it included his usual disregard for boundaries and propriety. He is NOT getting the message that it's wrong to invade someone's personal space without permission. But once he confronted Eugenia, he was gentle and caring, both for her and to John. I think that, in a round-about way, when he compared Eugenia's scars to John's heartbreak it was meant to also tell John that Sherlock supported him and that he too would be able to heal and live again. I also really liked the humor in this adventure. As I said, Mark is a new favorite for me. I love his guileless charm. "Yeah, I just have a knack for reading people. My boarder clearly has a tragic past. I can tell because she's quiet and withdrawn. Also, something horribly disfigured her face at some point." On top of that, he was super refreshing as a character who was horrified at a tragic situation and immediately took steps to make it better. He saw the state of Eugenia's room, saw that she wasn't eating, and said "Fuck that, I'm getting her some food and some bloody loving companionship!" He still doesn't know her story at the end of the episode and I don't think that matters to him at all. But of course I need to address the central story itself. It was a bold choice to bring in a character who struggles to speak and give her a large uninterrupted section of an audio drama to tell her story. And I think that it was perfect. Eugenia is voiced by Jasmine Kerr, who did an astonishing job. Unless I found the wrong actor in my search, Kerr doesn't seem to have any vocal disability herself*, but I sincerely had no idea during the episode. She managed to simultaneously perform having no nose, having an East European accent, AND all of the rage, fear, and despair that Eugenia felt. Those are some acting CHOPS. *As incredible as the performance was, I wish that Sherlock & Co. had gotten someone with a real similar disability to play the role. Any actor with vocal limitations is going to have an incredibly hard time getting roles and this could have been a tailor-made opportunity.

Eugenia's character is so beautifully nuanced. She's tragic from the abuse she faced in her life at the circus, but she's a self-confessed murder accomplice and conspirator who isn't interested in anyone trying to mitigate those charges. Her account was a challenge to face and more powerful because of it. It does raise my old question though: where are the consequences for this all being aired as a podcast? This time Sherlock and John might have gotten in trouble for a bit of stalking/trespassing, but it's doubtful Eugenia would want to press charges. The larger issue is that this woman 100% confessed to planning and aiding in a murder! It's been recorded and published! Is there really going to be no official follow-up from the police? No court case? Just..."Well she's had a pretty miserable life ever since so let's call it even."? And this really frustrates me because it can still go either way! Either we're meant to repeat to ourselves it's just a show, we should really just relax, OR I'm justified in my conspiracy theory that Mycroft and other government folks are consistently intervening so that Sherlock can have his fun and continue probably the most stable and healthy life he's ever had. Which would be sweet. Kind of. And finally I want to address one line that really struck me. “Your life isn’t yours...keep your hands off it.” I don't know if that's a phrase that's been used elsewhere, but it meant a lot to me. A playful way of saying "You belong to others" and also "You belong". Eugenia needed to hear that. And I think a lot of other people do too. As I said at the beginning, I hope that we hear from these characters again. I hope they become regular background mentions or even cameos. Because I like them. And because I want to know that Eugenia has begun to build a life past the tragedy that's defined it.

[sushisocks]

bro it makes me so mad how ppl say sean didn’t need a break after getting recused by the bounty hunters becuz he got a party but whats ur opinions on it???

Obviously, I think way too much about Sean, and read very much into a lot of smaller things when it comes to him. I imagine the people who say Sean didn't need a break after his rescue would think I read too much into his character, and I may perhaps even be hit with a 'its not that deep bro', but that has never really stopped me, lol.

And I will wholeheartedly disagree with those who say he did not need a break. I think believing that, taking this aspect at face value, is disregarding one of the game's strongest points; environmental storytelling. A lot of what we learn about the gang members in this game, is through just hanging out at camp. Not only do you get to be privy to scenes and interactions that tell us about the interpersonal dynamics, but the characters also have daily routines and habits that tell you things about them!

And see, in Horseshoe, sometimes Sean walks funny at camp even without having had anything to drink ahead of time. You could read this as a bug but I personally think there's a more obvious reason behind it. He's quick to sit down or lean against things, during his shifts on watch AND otherwise. Other people here on tumblr have pointed out how he barely eats, or clearly struggles to.

Now consider what Sean actually TELLS us, in his rescue mission. He had his teeth pulled, his feet burned. And I don't know about you, but that sure does sound like things that would leave a mark - not necessarily a visible one, but one that would affect behavior, because pain does.

When I had my wisdom teeth pulled, I was on painkillers for days after. I also had one done at a time, so that I could use the opposite side of my mouth to chew my food while one side healed, and I still struggled to eat.

Do you think Sean was shown the same courtesy?

He has a front tooth missing - in what world is eating comfortable? Do you think he has the strength, then, to be up on his feet all the time? Feet which, most likely, are still healing from being burned??? Like, what is the logic in taking Sean being fine at face value, here?? Do we actually believe Dutch is a good and competent leader, now?!?

And like, I'll say it, Sean 100% played down what he'd been through. I could go on at length about my thoughts about the reasons why, as pertaining to the role he performs in the gang, excitement and relief and adrenaline about being free again, not wanting to appear weak, etc etc. But I also do think, then, that it's almost a little bit silly to not extend him the same courtesy as we do many of the other characters of this game, and consider what this experience might actually have been like for him.

Sean, Arthur, and Javier were all kidnapped and tortured. All three of them. And they all had it real fucking bad. Can we, like, let ourselves sit with that for a moment? And acknowledge that Sean had it just as bad as the other two??

He was also stuck in that situation for the longest!!! At least two fucking weeks, minimum, while Javier and Arthur's experiences were for -- two to four days?

The difference is of course that Arthur and Javier both had their experiences shown on screen, and they both got to rest afterwards.

Sorry, that was a bit of a tangent, back to the party thing.

Ultimately, Sean is given a party because the gang needs a party. They are still recovering after Blackwater and Colter; they are in dire need of levity and fun, which is given through something to celebrate. They need a distraction. These are the things which Sean performs and gives the gang; the party isn't even really for him; it's for what he represents, and what his return represents. The party isn't what he needs, and he sure as hell was not well enough to just jump back into action.

What he needs, what he should have had, is a break after the shit he went through. He wasn't given permission for that though, not from their leader and not socially from anyone else, and furthermore he didn't really give himself permission for it. You have to do his rescue mission before pouring forth oil, because the second Sean is back, he's looking for jobs, and he wants in on the train robbery.

He's working, immediately.

(The fact that people actually believe him lazy just because he doesn't do as much as Arthur, the gang's workhorse, after returning from being held and tortured by bounty hunters, is insane to me. Yall are gonna believe Arthur about that?? According to him, all the guys in camp save Charles are lazy!)

Idk, what I find the strangest about takes like these is like... Most of the other characters are worthy of discussion, analysis, and discourse. But - not even the game, but characters in the game, who show themselves to have their own faults and prejudices as well - tell us Sean is lazy and easy-going and fun and that's all he is, and we believe it? Where did the critical thinking go??

[jacksonseymour13]

This is a post for my anti fellow buddy @anti-gruvia-blog and not Gruvia friendly

I was originally going to privately send them this rant but I wanted them to have a easier chance to access it without scrolling up and down aimlessly. Hope you enjoy You asked for a rant. Heh you ain't even gotta ask twice my friend. My personal reasons and overall view why Gray should absolutely hate Gray from my 3 rewatches of the anime, 2 rereads of manga and audio script commentaries online.

Gray should see her as his biggest enemy for the simple fact that she doesn't respect him. There is not a single moment in the show she offers respect to Gray. Why does she need to give Gray respect? Because that's what equals do, she doesn't see Gray as a equal. Frankly she sees herself above him and he sees this. She demonstrates this "I'm better than everybody and I get what I want" attitude that frankly should repulse Gray because in his inner circle of close friends. He's only had Lyon with that mindset but he quickly checked that. Why does he falter with her? Plot and writing manipulation.

They try so hard to make you think Gray loves Juvia but it just falls flat everytime. If he hated her, it would make sense and justify all these useless gags with no payoff. I've seen 52 romance-comedy animes that delve into the will they or won't they territory but this shit was just pissing me off for the 100th time they teased it.

The "relationship" is only really seen through Juvia's lens and not Gray's. We don't get a deep look at his feelings for Juvia because if we did we'd only see irritation,hatred,agony and pain. She drives him mad but he scaredly tolerates because she'll fucking cry like a bitch and run off in total despair over it. This run and go tactic controls Gray in Juvia's eyes. She has him wrapped around her finger and it's just pleasing to the viewer or audience(that is if they have a brain) watching and seeing a young man voluntarily walk into his own demise or trap. He knows it never ends well with Juvia's schennigans. It's not some high school innocent crush that is confident with her feelings It's someone with a horrible ego that takes nobody's feelings except their own into consideration. It's fact Juvia thinks she loves Gray. It's a fact Juvia thinks she and Gray are destined soulmates. It's a fact she would die for Gray. It's a fact she hates anyone that steals time away from Gray. These are all signs of a severely controlling,manipulative,absuive and yandere-type of person that would do anything to convince the person they love..to love them back. In theory that is. The ever so presentable delusion of mind in humans is we convince ourselves that we actually believe something is real when all evidence points to it not. Juvia is that prime example of someone lost in their own head and doesn't take into account that Gray could actually not love her. It's almost offending and unbelievable to her that Gray could not hold her heart or her hold his.

She just doesn't stop and he needed a moment in the show to recognize. "This isn't right. We are not healthy for each other. I don't love you and...you don't love me" she loves this illusion of Gray that her mind manifested in their first meet. They didn't meet each other in a bar, they didn't meet each other by chance. They met each other in a war of guilds and she didn't care how misleading the circumstances are. NEVER taking Gray's feelings into account. That's my biggest takeaway from Gruvia, it's just so severely painfully annoyingly re** one-sided as fuck and for no good reason. This ship is taken seriously so the comedy excuse doesn't work because the writer drops these teases,hints and clues for you to ship them when you shouldn't.

Gray has absolutely zero reason to love Juvia because she hinders his relationships with others,takes his time away,doesn't respect his space,touches him without his permission and just geuninely doesn't appreciate his identity. She just wants him to exist for her to exploit. If he has free will and can actually think for himself than that's a problem for her

because her fake pathetic fairy tale(don't say it!) all falls apart in 1 breath. She has to keep persuing because the moment she slips and allows him to think than it's over and she can't have that. I frankly can't stand the sight of them together. The Invel fight was forced garbage to make you see their relationship outside of what it actually is not this "Male Tsundere waiting to come around to persuasive crush". IT'S DISGUSTING SOCIALLY EMOTIONAL RAPE! Juvia should have died and I will never forgive the fans crying about her fakeout and forcing Mashit to revive her back. Fuck Juvia,fuck this fake Gray,fuck the writer,not fuck to the people who ship it because they can ship whatever they want but fuck the toxic stans that gave me death threats and FUCK THIS SHOW FOR WASTING MY TIME!

You know why Gray,me,you,the writer,Juvia herself,the actors and fans should absolutely hate this horrendous sad disgusting ship? It's a lie. It's just a long con of lies with nothing convincing. How anybody can actually believe these 2 in any anime or show let alone a manga would ever function as a healthy couple need help. Their relationship is the definition of male victim,female aggressor,blind fans. Problem is everybody's tune would change FAST. Really fast if the roles were reversed, Gray was constantly groping and massaging Juvia's boobs,rubbing his back on hers while she's never consenting to the physical touches. The sight of him humping and grinding on a body pillow of her in a nightgown would be so traumatizing and downright disturbing. Like would anybody on this god green earth really keep quiet about a grown man intimidating this young female's friends that so much as breath around her? Nah. Would they be silent or content with Gray using his magic to entrap her? Nah. They would fucking lose their minds and that's what loses me the most with this ship. It's not real(Duh Jackson!). Well yes it's fictional but it just seems like a nonrealistic,fake,arbiturary big hallucination in Fairy Tail that doesn't fit in or make sense if you look at everything. The closest offender to it is Gajeel stringing up Levy and than getting with her or Natsu ALWAYS ALWAYS in Lucy's room without her permission. Like bro ask and please leave her tiddies alone. Thank you bye! Rant over. My brain is fried and hope you enjoy my friend

[jefarawol]

Before we venture into the wilds of Gyr Abania, we would do well to acquaint ourselves with the lay of the land. As a serpent captain, it should be a simple matter for you to secure permission for us to remain here. Just long enough to get our bearings.

Hmmm, I suppose it would only be prudent... Very well, I will request permission of command.

And I'll get right to bonding with the locals! Always wanted to compare songs from the four nations...and the liquor besides, hehehe!

Master Guydelot is quite a character, isn't he?

Aye, that he is. Pay him no mind. 

He hasn't changed in the slightest?

I dont think he ever will.

That morning was spent running around the garrison after Nourval, the strange elezen seemed to be getting into everyone's way. Poor Sanson was getting more exasperated as the day went on. There were times he would disappear from our sight to turn up half a bell later with another offended alliance soldier scowling at him.

Guydelot on the other hand seemed deep in his cups already for midday. Singing and drinking and charming the local women. But there was something in his posture I spied that made me wonder if it was all an act...

<sigh> I brought a tome to record mission details, but instead I'm filling it with the names of those to whom I must apologize...

I'm sorry if I've caused trouble, but it's simply more efficient that I make the inquiries myself. What a man says amounts to only half the story; how he says it gives you the rest. Besides, I felt compelled to make up for Master Guydelot. All he seemed to be doing was drinking and singing.

Well, appearances can be deceiving with him. He has his own way of acquiring information. Speaking of which, I am curious as to what he has learned. Jefara, might I ask you to look around the castrum for him? I will keep a close eye on Nourval in the meantime.

Of course I will, I'll be back soon!

Sanson wants to know what I know, does he? Well, might be as I've learned a thing or two, but I ain't ready to share 'em yet. Still need to clear up some details, see, and I'm not one for unfinished tales. It ain't bardly, as I'm sure you can appreciate. Seeing as you're here, though, there is something I could use a hand with.

Let me guess, muscle work?

What else? Of late, masked bandits have been terrorizing the area. Not even Alliance soldiers are safe, it seems. The brazen bastards set on a patrol just the other day. And now, a Twin Adder scout's late to return, and chances are the bandits are at it again.

You want me to go and check things out?

I'd go myself, but I need to keep an eye on our friend Nourval. He's been acting queer since we got here. 

You don't want to leave him alone with Sanson.

I never said that...

You've never let him out of your sight since I've been here. Have you not made your feelings known to him?

I don't know what you are talking about! You'd best be on your way. The soldier was bound for Schism, the ruins to the northeast of here. Don't dawdle!

It didn't take long to locate the scout, under attack of bandits like Guydelot had feared. After rescuing him from his assailants we headed back to the castrum together to report to Guydelot.

[sweet7simple]

rodimus obtains a beautiful rare crystal from a dangerous cave as a present for drift, and gets himself all banged up in the process. ratchet is torn between scolding roddy's recklessness and appreciating his devotion to their mate.

This is a fun one because Rodimus would absolutely do something like this.

It starts with an away mission to a planet which has organic life, but no one responds to the Lost Light's polite comm pings. There are signs of advanced technology, not a single satellite in the sky or sign of a spacecraft or energy readings that confirm any high output of electrical energy on the planet's surface. Whatever is down there probably isn't going to have an issue with them meandering around and having a look-see, right?

So Rodimus is on the away team with Brainstorm, Perceptor, Swerve and Velocity plus some others (Cyclonus, Whirl, and Tailgate are somewhere around here. Rodimus is sure they're safe. He's pretty sure they're safe. They better be safe). Rodimus has a comm line to Megatron, Minimus, and Drift on the bridge and he's feeding them video data so they can see what he's seeing.

Well, Brainstorm gets to this cave they want to explore, but the methane readings are off the charts.

"Let me put it this way," he says as he holds an analyzer in one servo and gestures with the other, "if you so much as snap your digits down there, this whole mountain region will stop existing and us probably with it."

And then he follows it up with, "So everyone be careful and stay with your buddy!" right before he tries to march jovially into the mouth of the cave.

Perceptor snags him back and holds him by one of his wings. "What he means is, this is a dangerous endeavor, moreso because of the probably of causing a chemical reaction that can destabilize this mountain region as well as trap us underground if we are not already destroyed by the heat and shock wave of the air blast. However, Brainstorm and I would like permission to take that risk upon ourselves. Our detectors are picking up readings of a highly conductive metal within this cave, which may be highly resourceful to us."

Rodimus gives Brainstorm a look.

Brainstorm points down into the cave. "There's copper down there. Copper is good for us. We want more copper. The medibay will be very happy with you if we bring back copper. Ratchet might even reward you if you let us bring back copper." He manages to pulse the lights of his optics in a suggestive manner.

Rodimus is suddenly very much onboard with this. "Yeah, sure, I'll go down into the cave. The rest of you can wait here."

Perceptor and Brainstorm and Swerve and Velocity all stare at him.

"Um," Velocity begins politely, and then stops.

Brainstorm takes Rodimus by the pauldrons. "How do I put this the nice way.... Out of everyone here, you're the one most likely to make the mountain go boom. I say that with Swerve standing right next to you."

"Hey! I'm the most qualified to go into that cave!" Swerve shakes his servo at the jet.

"Yeah, which is why Rodimus is the one most likely to make the whole place crash down for once," Brainstorm says.

"I'm also the one most likely to survive if the whole place crashes down," Rodimus points out. "The heat and air blast won't destroy me because of my outlier ability and I can just recharge if I get stuck and wait for all of you to dig me out."

"Uh, Roddy, sweetie, if a whole mountain drops down on top of you, it's going to take a really long time for us to dig you out," Brainstorm explains.

"He does have a point, however," Perceptor says, pinching his chin thoughtfully with his other arm folded over his chest plate.

This goes back and forth for awhile. Perceptor is actually on Rodimus's side that he should go down into the cave by himself, see if the readings they are getting are actually for copper, and bring back some samples. If it turns out to be copper, and a sizeable amount of it, they can send Rodimus back down for bigger samples.

Brainstorm is saying, "I can't believe I'm the one trying to do the smart thing, but Rodimus will absolutely walk in there, snap his fingers to see if the mountain really collapses on top of himself, and then be surprised when we turn out to be right."

"I will not do that," Rodimus promises. He had thought about it, but he's not that stupid. If scientists are telling him that the mountain will go boom, he's going to trust them. This time. Only because the last planet they were on, they told him to not walk so close to the edge of a cliff because the slope of it suggested it wasn't stable and he'd gone, blah blah blah, how can you know just from the slope? And then Cyclonus, Brainstorm, and Whirl had had to airlift him out of the river at the bottom of the cliff and no one, I repeat, no one will let him live it down.

He's not going to be the captain who blew up an entire mountain on top of that. He refuses. He's going to be careful. As careful as he can be. He is, at least, not going to snap his fingers to see if it ignites the methane and blows the whole place up.

Swerve is on Rodimus's side because, "Just in case you die down there, can you state now in front of these witnesses that I'll be co-captain in your place? Please? And, you know, don't die down there. But, if you do - "

Velocity isn't necessarily against him going, but she is against him going alone. "Just in case of injuries, I think I should go with you," she reasons.

"But what if we're injured if the mountain blows?" Swerve asks. "We're standing right here."

Rodimus plants his servos on his faulds. "Well, go stand somewhere else!"

So the rest of the team gets out of blast range (which is very far away) and they send out a broadcast telling the other teams to also get out of blast range and they warn the Lost Light above the planet's atmosphere about what's about to happen (they already know since they're tied into Rodimus's video feed and Rodimus has already turned off their comm feed so that they can stop harassing him about how this is a stupid idea and he's about to get himself killed and he better not do it, Rodimus, we're serious -).

Once everyone's a safe distance away, Rodimus goes down into the cave with Velocity and some data packets from Perceptor about what copper rock even looks like. They're actually quite colorful, he likes them.

Velocity is tip-toeing along like the very movement of her joints might set off the methane, so Rodimus makes a show of being very unbothered by everything. He's joking with Velocity, making her laugh, getting her to unwind a little bit as they go further down into the network of caves.

They're limited in where they can go since most of the caves are too small for them to fit through, but the major systems are very accommodating.

"Drones," Velocity groans, almost slapping her own forehelm before she pauses and puts her servo back down. "We could have sent drones down in our place. We were so busy arguing with you that we forgot we didn't have to send anyone down here. And they would be able to fit through the smaller tunnels and chambers too."

Rodimus had actually thought of drones, but he wants to be able to take a hunk of this copper rock to Ratchet himself, dug out by his own servos, and have his mate berate him for his stupidity right before he gets rewarded for his gift.

"Well, if there's a lot of copper, we can just send the drones down next time instead of coming back ourselves," he offers.

They eventually find some colorful rocks in a side of a cave. Rodimus digs his digits in and scoops it out. The cave wall is softer than he expected.

Velocity is also very carefully digging out only as much copper rock as she can carry. Rodimus's optic catches on the glint of something next to her.

"Hey, what's that?"

She turns her helm to look at what he's pointing at. "Oh, it appears to be some kind of... gem, I guess. I'm sorry, my geology is poor. I'm sure it would be very pretty if it was polished, though."

As it is, it's some kind of milky green where it just breaches the wall, dull and without much shine to it.

Rodimus opens his comm to Drift (and Drift alone) to show him his video feed. "Hey, sweetspark, what am I looking at?"

Drift gasps through the comm line. Rodimus's interest is instantly perked. "That's emerald! I have only ever seen emeralds on Earth. They're beautiful once they've been tumbled and polished, and their energies are so pure. They can channel emotions such as love and improve the health of your spark." And then he gasps again. "Roddy, turn to your right. There is something... Yes, a little more. There. Primus, that's a rare form of chrysoberyl. It also resonates with the spark and promotes feelings of love. And it's so rare. On earth, they called it alexandrite and it was still in short supply." His voice is ringing with longing.

Rodimus is determined now. "Anything for you, sweetspark."

"No, Roddy, you're there for the copper."

"And I've got the copper. No worries. Like I was telling Velocity, we'll just send some drones down for more once we get back to the surface."

"Then the drones can pick up the crystals, it's okay."

But it isn't. Rodimus is going to be the best mate ever. He's going to give Ratchet his copper rocks and he's going to give Drift his crystals because they deserve it and because it will mean more from him than some drone that can't even recognize how gorgeous and awesome his mates are.

Velocity has stopped mining the copper rock and is watching him closely. "Be careful, Rodimus. Be very careful. If you scrape your digits across those crystals..."

"Don't worry, I got this." He pauses. "But, just in case, you should start up without me. I'll meet you up there." He turns off his comm feed where Drift has started yelling at him, echoed by other voices on the bridge.

"I'll stay," Velocity says, scared but brave. Brave because she's scared and still will not leave him.

He respects her. "Okay. Just give me a klik and we can head back up."

For him, it doesn't take long to dig around some crystals and put them directly in his subspace (he's going to have to hose it down, he realizes with a grimace. There's dirt and sediment everywhere now). With Velocity watching with the widest optics, posed as if ready to start running, it make the process feel eons longer.

But he gets the crystals and nothing combusts and they have the copper rocks. They leave the cave and the air quality is almost instantly different without the methane cloud setting off their sensors.

It's all very anticlimactic for Rodimus, but everyone else is acting like he just barely managed to escape the certain grasp of death.

The moment he and Velocity are out of blast range, Perceptor and Brainstorm send down some drones to get more samples and Rodimus and Velocity take one of the shuttles up to the ship.

The mecha waiting for Rodimus are Not Happy. Megatron has that look on his face that says, "I've eaten Cybertronians before out of desperation, but I'm willing to bite you in half out of sheer frustration." Minimus tells him how many rules he broke by the order they were broken in.

Drift has that closed off look on his face that says he's more upset than he is angry and he doesn't want to show it. Ratchet just looks thunderous as he yanks Rodimus in that direction and another, checking him over even though the only thing wrong is that his servos are dirty. Velocity doesn't point out that she already checked Rodimus over because this is just a Ratchet thing, not a medic thing. Ratchet needs to know for sure that Rodimus is safe.

It's not the easiest checkup he's had since he's holding copper rocks in the curve of one arm and refuses to let them go for anything. Not until Ratchet is done with him and he is able to, with a sunny grin, hand over the copper.

Ratchet looks incredibly sour as he takes the dirty rocks in his servos. "I can't even do anything with these, you fool! Swerve has to draw the wire from these! And you left Swerve on the planet. Now my servos are just dirty."

That was not how it was explained to Rodimus and now he's kind of angry that, at no point, did Swerve mention this.

"Yeah, but this is your copper," he stresses. "You can do whatever you want with it."

Ratchet is clearly tired of his slag. "Sure, Rodimus." He ex-vents. "Thank you for risking your life for some rocks a drone could have brought me without endangering the life of my mate."

"You're welcome!" Rodimus says, choosing to ignore everything that came after the thank you. If he thinks about it too hard, it might ruin his mood.

At least it makes Ratchet huff with humor. Ratchet wraps one of his dirty servos around the back of Rodimus's helm and pulls him down into a kiss. "You're an idiot, but at least you're my idiot."

Drift steps up to them and puts a servo gently against Rodimus's chest shield. "You didn't just risk your life down there to impress Ratty," he says knowingly. "I'm upset with you, but I am so, so thankful as well. Never risk your life like that again. You are worth so much more than copper and crystals. But, thank you."

Rodimus opens up his subspace, grimaces as he feels how dirty everything is, and pulls out the clumps of crystals. "If it makes my mates happy, I'd do a lot more than just walk through a cave and pick up some rocks." He gets another grateful kiss.

Rodimus's spoiler shakes from how high he's holding it. He's beaming with joy as Ratchet grimaces down at his filthy gift, a calculative look in his optics as he's already thinking about what to do with the copper that will get drawn from it, and as Drift gives his own crystals a much softer, much happier look.

Their happiness means so much to him.

[chrissie2003]

Scenario pt 3: Being followed from home (ft Gojo, Yuta, Nanami)

A normal day with your instructions wasn't seen as creepy in society, because most assume it was a field trip. But in this case, a man with a blindfold on carrying unknown items in a bag with 2 teens and a businessman seemed suspicious.

"Uh, Gojo Sensai?" Yuta whispered, "People are staring at us because well ... you know." He pointed to the large bag Gojo was carrying. "AW, this Yuta isn't something we should worry about. It's for training purposes for a new field ground we got permission from." Nanami and Me both looked at each other in embarrassment as he continuously walks through the streets unashamed. I doubt Nanami wouldn't let us go with Gojo by ourselves so he insisted an adult come with us. After we got there, it was nearing dark time perfect for training. It was an abandoned warehouse looming with dark powerful cursed energy. There stood dilapidated architecture and uncut grass tall above our knees. Gojo smiled going inside without a care in the world, Nanami followed as he checked the surrounding area. We followed inside. It was even crummier there but we didn't care we wanted training to be over. Seeing Gojo drop the bag quickly I went over there to collect it and opened it up.

"GOJO SENSAI! Where should we place these, Items?" Rummaging through the bags I found many cursed weapons. Gojo placed his hand on my shoulder and pointed to the back of the place. We followed him again while Nanami stayed in the front. "I'll watch the front entrance if anyone comes by", he said as he placed himself in a chair crossing both of his arms. I, Gojo, and Yuta were in the back of the place where it was dark. Gojo clasped his hands together, "OK let's get started I will pull out random cursed objects" as he threw them at us. We caught it and battled each other.

During our training, Nanami was in the other room repeatedly checking his watch. He swiftly came into the room, "Gojo I will be leaving, I got important matters to attend to!" Nanami left without explaining. I and Yuta didn't mind him as Gojo watched us train. After an hour we were done. "WHEWWW!" Yuta flopped on the ground to catch his breath. I was sitting right by side him drinking my water. "Want a waterfall?" I offered. "A what?" Yuta questioned. "Dude just your head back and open up," I motioned my mouth giving him some water. Gojo's face appeared troubled. "It's about time we head home it's getting dark." He grabbed my shoulder leading me away from this place. Yuta followed. "What's going on?" I mouthed to Yuta who just shrugged. Walking out of the place we all heard a noise from upstairs. We froze in place as we looked over our shoulders. Gojo turned towards the direction of the noise, "Go back home without me I'll investigate" he walked. "But Gojo-" He turned around and took off his blindfold. "Please Y/N, Yuta." We nodded and ran out of the building.

It was nighttime. We have been in there for a while now. "Hey, Yuta what do you think happened, you know Gojo being weird?" I told him. "Probably he sensed something we couldn't see, he has his own eyes." Yuta placed a hand on my shoulder, "Besides the only thing matters is that we are safe Y/N."

Rustling leaves sounded behind. We turned our heads in that direction until we dashed off. "WHY ARE WE RUNNING?" Yuta screamed. Our footsteps turned into deep stomps against the pavement as our hearts started to race. "BECAUSE-E it might be somebody COMIN-G-G to get us!" I said slowly losing my breath. We ran a couple of blocks til we entered the city. HUFF HUFF HUFF

We leaned against a lamppost to catch our breath. "I think they're gone, we can go home now," I said but Yuta shook his head. "Not yet, they could be following us as we speak. Let's browse the city a while before we do." I agreed and followed his lead. The city was beautiful being here at night minding the dangers of it. Cool-weather, quiet and peaceful atmosphere; everyone would be out if it wasn't so bad. For a while we didn't hear anyone following us so one last check looking if someone was behind us. It was clear that we walked back to the academy.

Coming back home Nanami and the others were waiting for us. "SO glad you guys could make it back!" Yuji enthusiastically said hugging us. Megumi and Nobara were glad that we were back too. "Wait where's Gojo!" I panicked, "We left him back at the place." I placed my face into the palms of my hands. "HAHAHA!" Gojo laughed. He called from around the corner. "GOJO!" Everyone said.

"You think I was going to be left there by myself with the intruder? I'm not stupid." He said crossing his arms. "Good to see you back!" Yuta cheered. "Hey, Gojo what happened back there with the intruder? Or whatever you were catching?!" I exclaimed. But he didn't elaborate instead he held his hands, "Don't worry it was nothing, just an animal that got stuck in the building. Right now you guys should head to bed for training tomorrow!" Gojo playful commented. Boos and oh man was heard from us as we marked back to our door rooms. Leaving Gojo alone in the room. Going to the window to stare at the window, before closing it.

[innertragedywerewolf]

Converting Fun with Technology: My Adventure with PPnude AI Face Swap

When I first heard about Faceswapping, I was skeptical. It seemed too good to be true—like something straight out of a sci-fi movie. But curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to give it a whirl. Fast forward to my discovery of PPnude's AI Face Swap tool, and let me tell you, it's been a wild ride of laughter and amazement.

Remember when you were a kid, and you'd flip through a magazine, sticking your face over someone else's to see how you'd look as a superhero or a celebrity? This tool takes that innocent fun to a whole new level. Imagine swapping faces without cutting and pasting, without any visible seams or. That's what PPnude offers.

So, where do you start? Well, I began by gathering a couple of photos—one of me and one of my friend. We chose images with similar angles and lighting to make the swap more convincing. After uploading them to the PPnude platform, I was prompted to outline our faces. It felt like I was drawing a map to an adventure, and I couldn't wait to see where it led.

The AI magic happened in mere seconds. Watching the faces blend seamlessly was nothing short of incredible. It was as if I'd been granted a ticket to a digital funhouse where the mirrors didn't distort your reflection—they converted it.

But here's a question: Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in someone else's shoes—literally? Faceswapping gives you a glimpse of that, even if it's just for kicks. It makes you think about identity and appearance in a playful way.

One of the features that intrigued me most was the ability to go NSFW with the swaps. Now, I'm not one to promote for misuse of technology, but let's be honest, some of the best moments come from pushing the envelope a bit—within appropriate boundaries, of course. The NSFW mode isn't for everyone, but for those who are curious and have the right content, it adds an extra layer of surprise.

I found myself think abouting the broader implications of Faceswapping. It's not just about swapping for fun; it's about the technology behind it. PPnude's AI tool is powerful, capable of creating swaps that feel incredibly real. It got me thinking about how this technology could be used in the future. Movies and video games could benefit from hyper-realistic face replacement, potentially making it easier for filmmakers to create diverse casts or help video game characters look more lifelike.

Yet, as with all tech, responsibility is key. It's important to use tools like Faceswap thoughtfully. Consent is crucial—whether it's a friend's face or your own. Imagine swapping a face without someone's permission—there's a line between fun and intrusion that should never be crossed.

As I continued to play with PPnude, I also realized how it could be a tool for learning. It sparked conversations about digital art, AI, and the way technology shapes our world. It's an entry point for discussions about ethics and the digital footprint we leave behind with every click and tap.

My journey with PPnude's Face Swap tool has been one of exploration and delight. It's like a playful reminder that technology can be a gateway to joy, connection, and perhaps, even a bit of self-discovery. Whether you're looking to entertain yourself or simply curious about the capabilities of AI, this tool offers a window into the future that's both thrilling and accessible.

So, have you ever tried Faceswapping? What did you think? Could you see yourself diving into the world of digital conversion with a tool like PPnude's AI Face Swap? It's more than just a Faceswap—it's a conversation starter, a laugh, and sometimes, a mirror reflecting a part of ourselves we never knew we had.

[charleyad]

Finding Myself in the Reflection of a Digital Mirror: An AI Pixie Cut Story

There's something magical about mirrors—they're silent storytellers, reflecting our triumphs, heartbreaks, and the incremental changes of our lives. But what if the mirror could look forward, not just backward? What if it could give you a glimpse into not just who you are, but who you might become? That's the question that led me to the curious world of iFoto and its mesmerizing feature, Try On Haircuts.

Imagine standing in front of a mirror, not just gazing at your reflection but peering into a world of endless possibilities. That's exactly what happened when I finded this AI-powered haircut simulator. I've always been intrigued by the pixie cut, with its daring chop and the liberation it symbolizes. Yet, the leap from long locks to a crop seemed too daunting—until now.

I remember the first time I uploaded my photo to Try On Haircuts. The AI whirred to life, analyzing my features, calculating, and—poof!—there I was, with a virtual pixie cut. The metamorphosis was nothing short of stunning. It wasn't just about the hair; it was like a fresh coat of paint on a well-loved canvas. The experience got me thinking: What is it about change that we find so terrifying yet so tantalizing?

As I played with different styles, I realized that iFoto's Try On Haircuts wasn't just a novelty. It was a tool, a digital mirror, holding up possibilities instead of judgments. The AI didn't care about my past hairstyles or my indecision. It simply offered up versions of me, some that felt like distant cousins and others that seemed like long-lost twins.

I'm not alone in this fascination. Friends have gathered around, their eyes wide as they watch their own changes. The discussions that follow are revealing. Some are tentative, asking, "Is this me?" while others embrace their new digital doppelgangers with a gleeful "Yes, and...?" It's a communal experience, an exchange of vulnerable 'what-ifs' in the safety of potential.

It made me ponder the essence of personal style. Is it etched into our souls or is it, like my fluctuating relationship with hair length, something malleable and responsive to the tides of our lives? Try On Haircuts isn't just a game; it's a reflection of our willingness to embrace the unknown, to redefine our edges, and to see if the 'new' us resonates with the old.

I found myself questioning the narratives we create around ourselves. Often, we are told that change is a sign of uncertainty or even instability. Yet, here I was, seeing the beauty in experimentation, the strength in adaptability. The pixie cut, once a distant dream, now felt within reach. Was it the cut itself or the permission to explore without commitment that felt so liberating?

I realized that the true magic of iFoto's AI lies not in its technical prowess but in its permission to daydream, to ponder, and to imagine without the pressure of a snip or a scissors. It's a playground for the self, a space where curiosity can roam free.

As I continue to toggle between my familiar self and the myriad of digital avatars, I see the wisdom in trying before buying, in testing the waters before diving in. Try On Haircuts isn't just revolutionizing the way we approach haircuts; it's changeing the way we think about change, identity, and the courage it takes to step into the unknown.

So, I ask you—would you dare to look into this digital mirror? What might you find? A new you, waiting to take that first brave step? The future of personal style is less about the cut and more about the courage to explore. And for that, iFoto's Try On Haircuts is a trailblazer, inviting us all to play, to experiment, and to find ourselves in the reflection of a digital mirror.

[seacottons]

—ateez as boyfriends [ domestic au ]

notes: swearing. suggestive dialogue. fluff. i blame a certain someone for this, not gonna say who. @kireiwoo

— hongjoong

very caring and attentive towards you

so much so, that even his friends have complained how it isn't fair he doesn't scold you like the way he does to them

he enjoys many activities with you, such as

helping him dye his hair an ungodly color every other month

he'll insist you try experimenting with your own tresses

but you only have the courage to dye the very ends of your strands

"i don't think i can pull off that color as well as you do," you'd say.

"that's a load of bull. you'll suit every hair color."

you'll just roll your eyes playfully at his biased behavior.

other activities include getting tiny matching tattoos together.

the tiny flower and butterfly on your wrists was most likely your favorite due to its simplicity in design and the meaning behind it as well.

spontaneous dates are his favorite.

behind closed doors, he loves to constantly shower you with pecks and smooches.

often gets teased by his friends from how whipped he is for you.

randomly books vacations for you two to relax and unwind every so often.

although he enjoys it, he is a big, tired baby when it comes to traveling

always wanting to lean his head against your shoulder

or cuddling you close for warmth due to the airport's air conditioners blasting frigid air.

has written many songs about you

and when he's finally ready, he'll not only ask you to listen to them, but to also spend the rest of your life with him and share his last name as well.

— seonghwa

constant pet names

"darling."

"the sun to my stars."

"the moon to my sun."

"love of my life."

you like to call him mars, mostly.

but he revels when you call him 'twinkle eyes' for some reason.

has a habit of pulling you into his lap.

you'll subconsciously play with the strands of his hair as he does so, him being too distracted bickering with his friends to realize sometimes.

will always give you pleading looks whenever wooyoung or san tease him.

sometimes, you walk in to find wooyoung settling onto your boyfriend's back while he greedily devours the bowl of popcorn entirely by himself.

or other times when both wooyoung and san constrict his limbs with their arms whenever you're near.

"y/n can't save you now, so cut the whining."

you'll only sigh and shake your head in amusement.

"what are you guys doing to my poor boyfriend?"

"he changed the movie we were watching without our permission!"

"because i have no damn clue what's going on, and harry potter is too confusing!"

coffee dates.

loves to sleep with you tucked against his chest.

always has an arm draped around your frame.

butterfly kisses on your neck.

soft touches against the small of your back and waist.

his favorite pastime with you would be stargazing.

"baby, look. it's me, mars-io," he'd say whilst pointing up to the large, bright star in the night sky.

when it's too cloudy outside, or when the weather isn't forgiving, he'll turn on the indoor star projector he bought so the two of you can stargaze in the comfort of your own bed.

— yunho

is the epitome of romantic.

is constantly smothering you in love and affection.

always has heart eyes and admiration in his eyes at whatever small task you do or say.

rant about an ancient dynasty?

heart eyes.

bombard him with useless information about a certain abandoned island.

heart eyes.

gush about the new cute bakery that recently opened up?

heart eyes.

if you had a money jar for every time he says 'i love you', you'd have enough money to buy a plane ticket or two.

always willing to drop everything to help you with whatever it is you need.

will wake up in the middle of the night when you text him to ask if he's awake or not.

willingly stays up to keep you company.

but sometimes, when he's too tired, he'll knock out accidentally and profusely apologize to you in the morning.

very supportive of your life choices.

hates seeing you cry because it makes him want to bawl his eyes out as well.

his hugs are bone-crushing.

but he is a gentle giant nonetheless.

likes to attempt to bake pastries with you.

half of the time, the goods either turn out undercooked or burnt.

"they have love in them, that's all that matters."

will always insist that you can rant to him about anything and everything.

you've never felt so valued in your life before meeting him.

is the most understanding human being you've ever gotten the pleasure of knowing.

"i wish we were vampires," he says one day.

you give him an amused look, lips outstretched into a smile, "why, silly?"

"so we can spend an eternity together."

— yeosang

his heart flutters when you notice the smallest things he does.

it makes him feel appreciated and acknowledged.

like when he changes up his hairstyle or earrings.

or when he wears a new sweater.

a big, big softie when it comes to you.

can and will want to spend all day in your arms on his days off.

quick witted and has a knack for noticing the tiniest detail.

very shy and awkward at first.

but when he gets more comfortable as time passes on, you won't be safe from his snarky little comments anymore.

will constantly bring up the thing you said or did months ago to prove a point.

"oh, you like this flavor? three months ago you told me it tasted like vomit."

"remember that time you woke up in a rush to get to work thinking you were late, only for me to drag you back inside because it was three in the fucking morning?"

you stop mid-chew and peer up from your plate of rice.

"your point, yeosang?"

"oh, nothing this time. i just wanted to tease you."

is the type to have a mid-life crisis when you can't decide on a restaurant.

"but i don't want to eat at the chicken place again," you'll whine.

"it's been thirty minutes, and you still haven't decided what you want!"

"you're rushing me!"

"y/n! just pick!"

loves to cuddle with you, especially in the colder months.

wraps a blanket around your frame and tugs you in closer against his chest.

pretends not to understand your jokes just to spite and tease you.

loves when you cling onto him.

his favorite pastime with you would be just walking around together at night and trying out different types of street food.

or even visiting any of the local beaches for a relaxing walk together.

— san

persistently keen about whenever you feel upset or down.

he reads you better than any open book.

sometimes, it scares you, but you appreciate how he's always so eagle-eyed about your behavior.

loves to hug your head.

you allow wooyoung to crash some of your dates with san sometimes.

other times, san will whine and tell him to go find his own date.

"if y/n accepted you as a boyfriend, then you should've disclosed that i'm part of the deal as well. buy one get one free."

"as what exactly?"

"the hot, clingy best friend."

will take numerous duck-faced selfies of himself because you think they're cute.

often times, he'll ask you to mirror his expression, only for him to press his lips against yours a second before his phone snaps the picture.

likes when you kiss his dimple.

"y/n! it looks like a crater from the amount of times you've kissed it."

he likes to tease you.

a lot.

touchy.

very touchy.

always has an arm around you.

rests his chin against your shoulders.

playfully smacks your rear when you're sassy with him.

or leans in to hold your jaw whilst whispering teasing words into your ear that has you becoming docile and bothered in mere seconds.

has you wrapped around his finger as much as you have him wrapped around your own.

likes to have weekly picnics with you at the park and admires all the dogs running about.

"i should bring byeol next week. maybe she'll like to play fetch too."

"i don't think that's a good idea.."

you often find him fast asleep holding onto a plushie for dear life whenever you're away.

you'll pull it away from his arms, causing him to stir awake groggily.

he'll stare in confusion as you throw the plushie aside, before pulling you in tighter as you wriggle into his arms.

"you're softer than shiber," he'll mumble sleepily against the crown of your head.

— mingi

mingi is sometimes self-conscious around the public eye and others, but when it comes to you, those layers of fear and insecurity get stripped away instantly.

doesn't mind being vulnerable with you.

he craves affection, adores it even, but is insecure about not being able to return it well enough for his liking.

likes when you give him attention.

easily gets jealous when someone else grabs your interest.

reassuring him 24/7.

"yes, mingi. you're the love of my life."

kissing his pouting lips for good measure.

the smallest of gestures has him a blushing mess.

even holding hands in public.

when he's not being a sentimental sap, he'll like teasing you lovingly.

"wow, you have this many photos of me in your phone?"

you'll scrutinize him in confusion.

"are you that obsessed with me, y/n?"

"mingi! you told me to take half of those photos of you!"

"oh, right. i forgot."

a silence weighs down onto the two of you.

"but would you have taken them if i never asked you to?"

constantly laughs about the things you say, although you don't think you're that funny.

always seeks your approval subconsciously.

will always shield you from the rain, playfully yelling at the droplets sometimes.

"you can't make y/n wet! only i can!"

"mingi! we are in public!"

wanted to go strawberry picking because he saw a celebrity try it out on instagram live.

accidentally steps on many berries though.

"it's okay, they'll just make another plant. i did them a favor."

brags about you like no tomorrow.

even for the tiniest, minuscule thing.

"oh, i've already tried the brand of ice cream. y/n always buys that for me."

"i don't need to pay all this money for a measly slice of cake. y/n's cakes are much better."

"no, wooyoung. i'm not jealous of your new shoes." he'll lightly pinch the boy's side, "y/n and i have already bought ourselves matching pairs."

"you two are so fucking cheesy, it hurts."

when he's not bragging about you, he's boasting about himself.

but if that's what helps him raise his confidence levels up, you'll gladly sit down hours on end listening to how he has more 'swag' and 'charisma' than all of his older friends combined.

— wooyoung

teases you like his life depends on it.

says you can't get enough of him, when in reality it's the other way around.

but you let him believe whatever he wants.

but deep down he just really gets satisfied with himself if he raises your mood and makes you smile.

especially when you're not having a great day.

uses way too many emojis when texting you.

"wooyoung, why am i saved as as 'clingy bug' on your contacts?"

he'll squawk indignantly and laugh awkwardly for a second.

"who told you this lie!?"

"seonghwa?"

always wants to show off your love in front of his friends.

"no, i don't want my early birthday gift now. wait until the others show up, and do it front of them."

"but why?"

"so everyone can see how much you love me. can you also cry for good measure?"

"absolutely not."

he enjoys the dates you have in his apartment the most.

the ones where he cooks for you and asks for your help, only for him to pester you about over-seasoning or undersalting something.

"okay, fine! we'll just order take out if it tastes that bad," you pout, flinging a small piece of onion on his face.

his head instantly snaps back to eye you judgingly, fist gripping the poor spatula.

"over my dead body."

"so, y/n. how does my plating look?"

"it's beautiful, wooyoung. you've outdone y-"

"what else is beautiful?" he demands, face leaning over the table to give you a knowing grin.

you shove a piece of meat and rice into his mouth, shrugging nonchalantly.

"me."

he deflates at your answer, spluttering pieces of rice onto your face.

"jung wooyoung, you slob!"

— jongho

is the type of boyfriend to stop you in the middle of the road to tie your shoe for you.

very charming and goofy in his own way.

takes pride in himself and his abilities to cater to your every whim and need.

even when you don't ask for his help.

aggressively opens jars for you when you struggle to pry them open.

"no one messes with my y/n."

"you're fussing at a jar of pickled radish, baby."

the type to cling close to you in public in fear of any of the bicyclists or pedestrians bumping into you and harming you in any way.

sometimes acts like you're made of glass.

while it's endearing occasionally, it is a bit suffocating at other times.

doesn't believe you when you say you're tough and don't need protection.

very selfless and willing to help you with anything you need.

never one to shy away from social gatherings with his friends, always pulling you along with him despite you being shy and clingy most of the night.

also a big tease.

when you help him hold down his legs for sit ups, he asks for a smooch.

pulls away from you when you try to kiss him.

and will laugh at your pouting face as he urges you to try once more.

"stop moving, i just want to kiss you!"

after numerous tries, he finally allows you ( you truly think you over-powered him though ) to kiss his cheeks or lips.

he then proceeds to squawk loudly in retaliation and playful disgust.

although he loves teasing you, when the game is flipped the other way, he'll be a shy mess of embarrassment.

"i don't mumble your name in my sleep."

"you always do, silly."

tucked underneath his macho exterior, you know he's prone to criticism and takes it to heart much more than he likes to show and admit.

so, whenever you get the chance, you always fulfill his need to be appreciated, loved, and taken care of.

is utterly and extremely protective of you.

"who just whistled at you?" he grumbles, "i'll break their jaw like an apple, you know i will."

[boomstab-papa]

To my understanding, the encryption is not quite the point. It would be necessary to encrypt user data if you are indeed using all available devices to track all other available devices AND store AND report everyone's location. So cool, we're not literally giving every passing stranger an unencrypted history of our phone's location, and vice versa.

Saying "Google ALSO can't see this encrypted data (that your phone encrypts using a key that Google already has)" is extremely suspect, though. I have little faith that Google won't take that key they already have and decrypt user data the instant they get a rubberstamped bullshit search warrant. To speak to other concerns from other people on this post, Google tracking your location is also not quite the point. Sorry that my previous reblog wasn't clear about this. If you have Google cellular service and your phone connects to the cellular towers, Google pretty much already has your location. This is also true if Google has any access to your location data at all, for example through Google Maps.

(Does Google actually respect settings like "allow only while using the app" for permissions like location? lol who knows) And yes, if you're doing something where you absolutely can't be carrying a rectangular tracker with you, then you need to use airplane mode, or just leave the phone somewhere else.

The worst part of this recent development is on-by-default participation in a NEW mass-location-gathering-network, whether your device is connected to the internet or not, AND all devices you're logged into can see your location data at any time, AND did we mention it's turned on by default, AND and the only reduction setting easily accessible to users is "we'll still Find You if your phone is online though (the previous Find My Device feature)"

And online we are, I think, because people generally use their cell phones as phones, to be ready to receive a call or message from a cell tower or wifi signal at any time. "Just use airplane mode" is not really an everyday solution to "Google, why the hell are you sniffing around for nearby cells and devices".

Not to mention "show me the location of this device" is extremely easy to abuse if. Or like what if someone somehow got access to your account. I'm not even talking about the nebulous threat of hackers, I'm talking about abusive parents and partners. Why exert all the extra effort to install tracker software when you can just use Google's built-in tracker? You've already forced your victim to share their passwords and keys with you, and now you can easily pretend to be them and "find my device" and track them anywhere, anytime. This is another reason that "just use airplane mode" isn't a good solution, because what if the victim misses a call or a message from their abuser? Now they're outed as "trying to sneak around by turning on airplane mode and not answer when I contact you? And you hide your location from me?" That won't end well.

And yes, the Find My Device service existed prior to this, with similar potential for abuse, but this feature is turning itself on AND has been publicly hyped up AND making itself difficult to turn off AND it's making itself a network of devices now, not just a device connecting and reporting itself to the internet.

Finally, this whole implementation was Google's "look at us, we care so much about privacy" option. "We'll let users toggle this off (with more buried options and caveats), and we won't turn on a device's cellular/wifi/bluetooth ourselves if it's been turned off by the user." So wow, thanks, shitty opt-out link, because you promise not to integrate my device into this tracking network if I basically reduce my smartphone (that I need to use for messages and phonecalls) to an offline calculator-and-camera. At least you promise not to turn on radios that I've turned off myself. Thaaaanks.

Sorry this got so long, but there's not really one big thing that makes this So Much Worse than anything before, so much as it takes everything and makes it All A Little Worse. I've been wondering how to articulate this better as this post gets more and more circulation. Hopefully this helps.

Critical PSA for anyone with Android devices!

I got the following email this morning:

Basically Google is rolling out the ability to track you via your android devices even when you're offline and you have to manually opt out of it. Many android devices no longer come with a wired headphone jack, so if you have Bluetooth headphones or a keyboard or anything, your location will be tracked and stored by your device unless you opt out of this.

I tried using the link they gave me in the email to opt out of it, but it didn't really seem to do anything. So I looked up how to opt out and found the following steps, which worked for my phone:

Opting out from the Find My Device network is as simple as tapping a toggle in your phone's settings. 1. On your Android device, go to Settings. 2. Tap the Google setting. 3. Tap the Find My Device setting. 4. Tap the toggle to off next to "Use Find My Device." 5. Confirm with pin, pattern, or biometrics. That's it. Your device is no longer participating in the Find My Device network. To rejoin, just flip the toggle back on.

Please reblog to spread awareness. My husband has the same phone as me and he didn't get any emails about this.

[the-indigo-symphony]

Who needs a Carrd when you can pin posts?

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Hello! We're the Indigo Symphony. This is our blog, which is primarily centered around plurality, but other common topics are disability, alterhumanity, and philosophy. Other than that, you may occasionally see posts that specific headmates especially liked and wanted to reblog here.

Our collective name is Ambrosia (Ambi for short) and our collective pronouns are they/them/their/theirs/themselves, ty/tem/plur/plurs/plurselves, and it/it/its/its/itselves. You're free to use this name and these pronouns when referring to us if you're not speaking about anyone specific in our system, or don't have or know anyone specific you want to talk to.

Who are we outside of our names? We're a mixed origin, hybrid, polyfragmented system with DID that likes to philosophize and write analyses and summaries on plural related topics, such as news articles and plural characters. We run four other system blogs: funnier-as-a-system, plegg-culture-is, factive-culture-is, and pluralprompts. We discovered our plurality a few years ago and have been working to become a cooperative collective ever since then, with a mix of fusion and healthy multiplicity.

We try to avoid hosting discourse on this blog, but vents may reference it on occasion. We'd also like to say, for the record, that we fully support endogenic, self-diagnosed, and non-traumagenic systems and plurals here.

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Have a nice day, remember that any hate sent to us will just inspire more positivity posts, and feel free to send us asks about anything on your mind. Most of us don't bite.

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Resources and Links:

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art of Emmengard's Plural Rings

discourse disclaimers

multitasking and the innerworld

News Summary: "The blind woman who switched personalities and could suddenly see"

summarizing a diagnostic guide on diagnosing DID

What is a system?

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A Beginner's Guide to Finding Headmates

French plural vocabulary

More Than One

New Alter Carrd

Pluralpedia

Resource Index – healthymultiplicity.com

The Plural Association

The Plural Playbook

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BYF/Other Info:

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We don't want those heavily involved in shipcourse to interact with us. This isn't so much a discourse thing as it is a personal issue we have regarding that sort of thing; for our own mental health we'd like it if we could just avoid each other.

We use a mix of terms to describe ourselves/our system members, though not everyone in our system is comfortable with every term out there. For followers or visitors of our blog, we ask you use "selves" or "others" when referring to us.

We're also uncomfortable with being called "friends" by other people unless we give permission. Nothing personal, we're just largely aplatonic.

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[anthrogothic]

Body/Prision

so, here we go to the second part of the fic. ours has been exciting to write this. I hope you like it <3 (originally written in Brazilian Portuguese. sorry for any error).

Third part here

Pairing: Echo x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, anxiety, panic, a little violence but nothing much and ~some physical mentions~ (and echo being a baby who needs care)

Heading towards the lab, you went through documents and reports on your datapad connected to the data network, finding the files of your newly known atypical clones, seeing that there were still three to meet in person.

One of them, with a rather traumatic past in your opinion. Another look like someone who is difficult to deal with. And lastly, one similar to your fellow nerds from college. Already imagining your scientific conversations.

You find your sweet auxiliary Omega standing at the door of the lab. She is also a clone, young and adorable. With short hair, the same color as the sun (if you remember the last time you saw one).

But with Jango Fett's pure DNA in her cells. Only you and Nala know this. Your conscience always brings you that painful twinge whenever the memory occurs to you.

"Y/N! I was looking for you!"

The girl came running towards you, with a scared face, taking your right hand and pulling you with her.

"Hey Omega, Stars, what's up?"

You almost shuffled your legs trying not to fall.

"I've been sent to help with clone ratings today! But Echo is very upset and I can't get him to calm down!"

Before you could ask for further explanation, you were already being dragged to the door of the room.

Stopping at the door, Omega pushed you inside when you spotted the trembling clone sitting with his back to the door, on top of the gurney, aiming his blaster at the three doctors ahead.

"Echo! I found her!"

The girl's voice was a mixture of relief and determination. The other three doctors in the room are clearly pissed off, hands up in front of the clone.

"Y/N isn't even a doctor, Omega!"

He yelled one of them, straightening and clasping his hands at his sides.

"You should have brought security!" yelled the other.

"She'll do it! She is better than you all!"

Screamed the little girl, pointing a finger at the three. You put a hand on her shoulder, signaling her to calm down. Gently you addressed the clone, froze as he stared into your eyes.

It was him… that clone whose record you were horrified to read. He was pale. With metallic accesses on his shaved head, a cybernetic prosthesis that covered his ears, his right forearm also cybernetic and thinner than most strong clones you know. Only the legs, also robotic, were covered by his blacks. His eyes were frightened and his limbs locked together at his sides, his good hand, shaking, still holding the blaster.

"A-Are you Doctor Y/N?"

His voice was deep, shaky and fraught with anxiety.

You, already with your heart sinking at his state, approached slowly, removing your white jumpsuit and leaving it on a small metal table nearby, catching the clone's attention with your tight black outfit.

"Yes… Echo, right? I assume you have a panic attack due to your accident… you shouldn't be brought into environments like this."

Your voice was calm and sweet. Looking at doctors with dislike in your last words. Echo looked away, clearly uncomfortable. The hand that was armed, wavering, and your hand slowly landing on top of the blaster, lowering it slowly, the clone giving way.

Suddenly one of the already impatient doctors approached abruptly and grabbed your shoulder from behind you.

"Let's go! We don't have time for theaters! Sedation didn't work this time, but nothing a dose would not do well on rebel clones!"

Spotting the syringe the doctor was pulling out of his lab coat, Omega jumped on his arm as she screamed. You turned, startled, seeing the fist that the doctor was already closing to hit the girl. In a rush of adrenaline, you punched him in the nose, he staggered backward, and Omega took the syringe from his hand. The other two came to help the doctor, who pushed them away claiming he was fine, looking at you with hate.

"You're in big trouble, girl! And you too, stuck-up scientist!"

His voice really was scary. But suddenly, Echo's voice came from behind you like thunder.

"Do something with them, and you'll have to come to terms with me and my squad."

His voice, full of hate and gravelly. His arm trembled as he aimed the blaster at the doctor, finger on the trigger.

"Not to mention the possible murder he was going to cause with so much sedative in a clone with a body not yet fully mapped to know the consequences."

Snorted Omega right beside you, all proud with the syringe in her hand.

"Uh, Nala Se will love to hear that."

You said, crossing your arms and looking at the doctor in defiance.

The attacking doctor flinched, growling as he left the room. The other two fearful:

"Please, it's our first week here. Don't hand us over to Nala Se. We just obey orders."

Begged one of the doctors, this one was much younger than the aggressor, probably doing residency with another colleague.

"Withdraw then. And let the rest of the team know the behavior of that bantha in the lab coat! He doesn't deserve to be your supervisor. He is the one who has to be supervised!"

Your voice was authoritative and even. All that remained was for the men to nod and leave the room.

Echo threw himself onto the gurney, breathing wildly and running a hand across his forehead. You stopped in front of the clone and slowly sat down beside him on the stretcher. Instructing him to take a few deep breaths, then slowly exhale for a few more, repeatedly. Echo tried to follow your directions, faltering a few times but picking up his pace eventually.

"There is! We make an amazing team! I told you, Echo!"

Omega's voice trying to bring relief to the tense environment. She continued.

"Y/N is the best! She will be nice to you!"

You, realizing the responsibility that Omega gave you, nodded with the girl's words.

"Well… I'm not exactly a doctor, as we've heard… but I know enough. You can trust me, Echo."

The clone looked at you with less awe, bearing in mind what you did.

"I- I feared that I would go through the physical evaluations again. I know they are mandatory, but... they remind me of the Citadel..."

His gaze roamed the metalized room, filled with stretchers, huge equipment, and light panels.

The doctors just didn't care and sedated him whenever it became impossible to assess him. Putting gadgets into his body, pushing him into big gadgets and treating his cybernetics like pieces of scrap metal.

"I don't want to be a problem again... I know I have obligations as a soldier, but I can't be okay here!"

He squeezed the biceps of his other arm with his hand, trying to stay in control as he felt a new wave of anxiety.

You gently placed your hand on his back, feeling him recoil involuntarily.

"Unfortunately it's standard procedure… but if you promise me secrecy, we can only do the basic assessment, and it could be in your room, a theoretically cozy place for you. I can do that from now on if you want."

Echo sighed, relieved at the option before looking at you again. His expression is lighter. Omega already excited to see her clone brother a little more relaxed. You smiled and calmly guided him to the dorm.

All the way the three of you were shot with stares and comments. You scolding each one with your furious glare, Omega stuck out his tongue at the attackers, while Echo lowered his head every time. His tall stature, allowing you to see his depressed expression from below.

Omega opened the door as you arrived soon after, still next to Echo. Omega pointed to the bunk and you asked permission to sit, Echo, growing more and more stunned by your sweet attitude toward him, nodded.

Placing the small silver suitcase you brought along on the floor, you took Echo by the hand, inviting him to sit beside you.

You asked permission with each movement and touch the soldier's body, trying to be gentle, as if his body were the most sensitive of porcelain. You were curious about his cybernetics, but you chose not to bring it up.

Omega was sitting by your suitcase, legs crossed on the floor, handing out all the little devices you needed to gauge the clone's basic physical parameters, but never looking away from him.

You explained what you were doing and why, warned of any movement or approach of the small devices and their purpose. Echo just nodded, getting a lot more confident in you.

You can't help but notice the tight, visible muscles. The heat radiating from the clone's body. The sharp, attractive shape of his body in that tight black outfit. Feeling the slight reactions whenever your fingertips touched him. The shy look he gave you.

Omega looked uncomfortable, pacing back and forth when you were wearing the last device on Echo's body, checking his heart function.

"Omega, what is it?"

Echo said low but firm, surprising you by the contrast to the voice that trembled earlier.

"I lied to Nala Se, saying that I went to get more supplies with Y/N, that it would take her time to get to the lab, so I could take her to you. If the confusion gets to her ears, she'll find out."

Omega ran her hand constantly over the back of her neck and through hair, the little eyes fearful.

You widened your eyes at the girl, remembering that you was requested earlier and for her boldness with the doctor (as if you didn't know her). Already trying to devise a plan to cover up the improvised procedure with Echo.

"Hm... I can talk to some clone friends to claim that we left Kamino for a few hours… I don't want Nala Se mad at us. And about the fight, well, we just defended ourselves."

You said with a smug smile on your full lips, forgetting your hand resting on Echo's covered chest, your hand already warming the spot. He watched your hand standing there, your skin seemingly smooth, the fingers small and delicate, rising and falling with his breath and causing a strange sensation deep in his racing heart.

The way you welcomed him and tried to keep him safe. You defended him. Just like your brothers before it all happened. He hadn't experienced this in a long time. But like a knife, he slashed his thoughts and threw them aside. He no longer allowed himself to wander through such things, after all, what kind of relationship could he have, being like that.

He came back to consciousness with your movement, withdrawing you hand and standing up, Omega already picking up the small suitcase from the floor.

"A-Are we done yet?"

A slight disappointment was clear in the clone's voice. You crouched down between his spread thighs, looking him in the eye, giving the clone's eyes access to your light cleavage and your silvery cord that went between your breasts.

"We've finished the basics, Echo. You are strong and healthy. I'll be back to do the rest tomorrow, after my shift, if you're comfortable."

Your eyes were like adorable little twinkling stars. So comforting and sincere, just like you, all the time with him. He nodded, a slight smile breaking his pale lips, bringing a slight, sweet swell to his heart.

You stood up, carefully taking the clone's hand, pulling a pen out of your pinned hair, and jotting down your personal communicator code in the palm of his hand.

"Let me know anything, Echo. Drink water and do the breathing exercises before going to bed."

Smiling, you turned around, heading for the door, being caught up by Omega just after she gave your brother a hug. The door closed as you remembered to scold the brave little girl for her attitude earlier.

Echo was left alone. Only with the sound of his heart pounding in his ears in the dim light in the room. The raindrops hitting the glass.

He put his hand where yours was moments ago, reading your code by pulling his palm away from his chest. He was calm. Something impossible after days of evaluations.

But beyond that, he felt real, alive, and eager to see you the next day, as much as his guts and gears wanted to say otherwise.

[kamino-blues]

Common Ground (Echo x Reader): Part 1

Rating: PG

Warning: None

Spoilers: This is a rewrite (sort of) of Episode 10: Common Ground, so if you have not watched I would recommend not reading. There are also spoilers for the Citadel arc and Bad Batch arc in Clone Wars (If you haven't seen them yet! Figured I would include this just to be safe)

Word Count: 1,482

The last episode made me really upset with how dismissive they were being of Echo, so I started a little writing project! I don't often write oneshots, so hopefully this isn't to ooc - I hope you enjoy <3

It was sunny on Ord Mantell, sun rays piercing through the smog that covered the entirety of the sky. The side streets in town seemed less dirty as you walked towards Cid’s Parlor, hand in hand with Echo. His brothers were ahead of you, the energy light as the previous mission was a huge success. Omega was perched on Wreckers shoulder, both of them goofing off with the Mantell Mix that contributed often to your guys' debt (you weren’t complaining though, you found it cute that they had their thing).

You had started traveling with the Bad Batch before Order 66, working as the group’s medic for their missions. It wasn't like that at first though, not working with the Bad Batch until later in the war. You were a medic that jumped from battalion to battalion, often working with the 501st. You had worked closely with Echo, becoming close friends with him before the incident at the Citadel. His death shook you to the core, you never really recovered from it.

So when you were cornered by Rex on Anaxes with him muttering about how Echo could possibly be alive, you automatically agreed to the mission, hoping to see your dear friend again. When you helped Rex take Echo out of that contraption that day, you were a mess of tears. You had helped Echo to the best of your abilities as you all escaped to the Havoc Marauder. You didn’t go on the mission to the spaceport, but before Echo left, you pulled him into a kiss, muttering a small “Please make it back safe, I can’t lose you again.”

Echo had given you a small smile, nodding as he held his hand on your shoulder. Him walking away pained you, but you knew in your heart that he would be back. And that he was, him pulling you aside after talking to Rex. He informed you how he was going to be working with the Bad Batch from now on, and how he wanted you to come with him. He had already gotten permission from the Batch (and Anakin, he was the one who was able to place you somewhere permanently), and you automatically agreed, wrapping your arms around him. He flinched, but slowly hugged back. The rest became history, you two getting together shortly after.

So hand in hand, you lean against Echo as you both watch Wrecker place Omega on the ground, who was absolutely radiating happiness. The whole group really felt like family to you, and you were so grateful that they accepted you as one of their own. Omega moved over to the two of you, holding out the bag of Mantell Mix.

“Echo! Y/n! Wanna try some?” Omega looked at both of you, a large smile on her face. You nod, a smile creeping onto your own as you reach forth to grab some. You never had it before, and you looked at it for a second before placing it in your mouth. Your eyes widen as you look back and forth between Echo and Omega.

“Wow, that’s a lot more fruitier than I expected” Omega giggled at this, holding out the bag to Echo. He let go of your hand, taking a few in his hands before smelling it. The look on his face was priceless, you succumbing to giggles, laughing even harder when he turned to look at you with his eyebrow raised. He gave you a smirk before placing them in his mouth, cringing at the taste. Omega joined your giggling, until Hunter stormed past, motioning for everyone to go into the parlor. Omega faltered for a second, then turned around to follow him in. You paused, looking up at Echo with a questioning look.

Echo just shrugged, placing his hand on your upper back to guide you into the bar. “I honestly don’t know, I just know we should probably get inside before he yells at us”. You nod at this, walking in while staying as close as you could to Echo. You noticed Cid standing right next to the bar, her obviously waiting for you guys to return. You stopped next to Echo, him standing with his helmet in hand, you leaning up against his shoulder. He lightly tapped you with his prosthetic, glancing over before frowning in Cid’s direction.

Echo was not a fan of Cid, he didn’t trust her. These meetings were usually tense, the happy atmosphere you all had a few moments ago transforming into an uncomfortable weight on your shoulders as you all waited for news of the next mission.

“I’ve got a mission for you boys” Cid glanced over all of you, her eyes focusing on Hunter once she was done with her sweep. “A simple extraction on Raxus.”

You saw Tech sit up at that in the corner of your eye, and you end up moving slightly away from Echo to focus on Tech. “Raxus? That is the former center of the Separatist government. It has since become an Imperial outpost-“ You noticed Echo tense up, and you moved back to put a hand on his mid-back. He flinched at the contact, and you pulled away, frowning.

“You’re being hired to locate and free Senator Avi Singh from his confinement” Cid stated, her eyes hardening as she saw how you all were taking this news. You started to zone out, slightly hearing Hunter arguing with Cid about how you guys don’t work with separatists. The war had been long and hard on all of you, and the idea of working with someone that hurt so many of your friends and allies did not sit well with you. You were especially worried about Echo, he had been through so much because of the Separatists.

Hunter pushed away from the bar, walking towards Cid with a glare on his face. Cid turned, and they headed away from the group. Echo automatically turned towards Tech, taking a few steps toward him.

“I don’t agree with this- first it was choosing to work with Cid and now having to work with the Seppies?” Tech looked up from his datapad, quickly fixing his glasses while keeping eye contact with Echo.

“It’s as Cid said, a job’s a job. We are in debt to her, so we can’t refuse to do this mission without getting ourselves in more trouble than we already are” Tech stated, moving his hands to accentuate his point. He shook his head, looking back down at his datapad as Wrecker looked between Tech and Echo, a frown on his face. He made eye contact with you, giving you a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and turned to Tech again.

Echo moved away from them, his glare lightening slightly when his gaze landed on you. “I think they are all being way too casual about this- working for the Seppies would have been treason a few weeks ago, this goes against everything we have ever done.” His hand was fidgeting, fingers tapping against his thigh. You slowly reached your hand out, hesitating before you touched his hand, making eye contact to see if he was ok with it. He nodded, and you intertwined your hands, you holding his one with both of yours as your right thumb traced shapes along his.

“It feels like we don’t have a choice, Echo.. We’ll figure it out as we go along, maybe Hunter is even getting us out of the mission right now.” You say, trying to find something to comfort him through this situation you all had gotten into. He sighed, his grip tightening on your hand as he pulled you into a hug. He moved his arms to wrap them around you, burying his face in your hair. You quickly return the hug, your hands holding onto his mid back. His grip was tight, trying to ground himself.

“I hope you are right” he muttered into your hair, him pulling away and giving you as close to a smile as he could. Echo grabbed your hand again, you starting up tracing patterns against his skin when Hunter walks over, a frown on his face. He leaned down, having a quiet conversion with Omega. You overheard most of it, tightening your grip and sending Echo a frown when you realized that the mission was happening and Omega wasn’t coming along.

You gave her a small frown while mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ as you all started moving towards the exit of the bar. Omega nodded, the frown not leaving her face knowing she wasn’t going to be a part of the mission. Echo tugged on your hand, getting you to start following Hunter and Tech as they led the way out of the Parlor. You both knowingly glanced at each other, the realization that the next few rotations were not going to be enjoyable.

[keyishacolecat]

how do i really start loving myself? it’s gotten to the point where i can’t even take pictures of myself or the thought of someone taking a picture of me makes me have such bad anxiety. there’s nothing i like about myself, inside or out. i really don’t know where to start and you seem so confident and just content with yourself. how?

hmmm it's okay not to like taking selfies or for other people to do that. the whole idea of like. being photogenic and always seeing ourselves is unnatural imo. i dont think we were really meant to live this way.

as for not liking yourself on the inside, the easiest place to start is to start treating yourself like a friend. you don't expect your friends to be perfect. and if you can, try to reflect on what causes these feelings. where do they stem from? are they yours? or someone else's planted there a long time ago, so long ago that you forgot that they're not yours?

i get insecure all the time! i try to ride out those feelings. sometimes it's worse when i havent gotten enough sleep/rest. sometimes it's because i havent been eating well. sometimes it's because i havent stretched or done any yoga.

that self critic inside of you, that talks with so much conviction, that is so loud, it isn't you.

the thing is, i don't think you need to do anymore or less. i don't think theres anything you need to change that won't happen as a result of you accepting yourself as you are.

we talk a lot about putting other people on a pedestal, how harmful and unfair that can be. and how people have the tendency to be upset when other's can't live up to that standard. but we do it with the idealized version of ourselves too. only people call it like.. goal setting. it's hidden under the idea of self improvement.

but you know what i've learned about love? the best thing you can do for someone is love them with the expectation that they will change because that's what growth is, that's what life demands! the best thing you can do is give them space to do that.

good love can feel empowering and liberating and you can give that to yourself.

give yourself permission to feel unattractive, to be ugly. there's so much value and freedom in defining these things for yourself and in not denying the unsavory parts of yourself. they are just as important as your beauty and your successes, i would even say they help inform so much of your value too.

you are not one dimensional. you aren't a photogenic cardboard cut out of your best self, who is pore-less, she is even thin, with a nice smile. not one hair out of place. but she is not real.

you are real!! what a feat in it of itself that you are alive to feel the weather change and taste your favorite foods. not only that, but you exist along with all the ugliness and beauty in this universe. u don't need to fit a standard, especially not one set by you, for you.

i welcome my demented, unhinged, and scary parts of myself. i've finally invited them to the table instead of making them eat scraps outside. they get easier to look at in candlelight. and they've even begun to comfort and defend me against what the world demands.

try not to rush any of this though. there's no use. i think i learned these things by aging. but if you can start to see yourself as this complex being, with all sorts of needs and desires, as a friend who just needs a place to rest their head, you will get there sooner than you think.