#back in the day like this tag doesn't get ten notes per day; and you already don't focus on the same stuff in the same way as most ppl

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Sorry if this is not how ask are suppose to be done (it's my first time doing an ask) but I just wanna say that your lars and sadie art have really made me rethink my gender in a good way, so thanks so much for that; and if it's ok do you think you can do an enby sadie? I've pretty much marked all your art of her as So gender!

that's Excellent!! definitely there's always [The Gender Of It All] in my drawing anything, and what's better than that art imitating life in that way becoming life imitating art, i.e. generating Gender Times irl. among the noblest causes for sure

my Drawing Motivation is always tied to "something really specific that also i feel like drawing 900k times in a row" so i can't really Fulfill Requests at any point (though technically anyone can Go For It re: venturing some suggestion, you never know, i just realistically wouldn't say you could expect it to go anywhere lol) and am in perhaps one of my nichest times ever rn lmao, it's relevant to like 0.08 people. we do have a great time though & the [gender in my art] can never end fr

and relevant to that, the silver lining good news is you can just absolutely think of whatever preexisting art resonates most nonbinarily as Definitely Nonbinary then lol, it's extremely Correct and like as the nonbinary "i never really have a fixed Gender hc for any given character and re: basically any non cis / gnc ideas/interpretations? yes" person behind it or whatever it's like yeah that is as good as official then

also might point you to the blog @uberoll-oystercrackers for relevant Genderous materials, as well as a resource for like active / recent fanworks which sure could be relevant too

[emswritings]

Mothers day

Synopsis: James and Harry make a mothers day breakfast for you

Word count: 0.7k

Tags: dad!James x mom!reader, fluff, baby Harry

Authors note: i'm not Indian, but i hc James to be, so lemme know if i got anything wrong, i used google for it

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You woke up to the sound of laughter and shushing. Smiling, you sit up and begin to get ready for the day. You leave the room and follow the noise into the kitchen. 

“Mummy’s gonna love this!” Harry squeals, jumping up and down. James laughs, and continues making the poha. It originally surprised you how well he cooked, but now the smell of Indian spices is like home. It wouldn't be James without it. 

“I would hope so, it’s her favorite,” James responds, stirring the pan. He loves these kinds of mornings, when he can just spend some one on one time with his son. That's not to say that he doesn't like spending time with you per say, but he loves getting to show him how to make classic Indian food like his father showed him. Some of his fondest memories are in the kitchen, both with his mum and his appa, and even Sirius when he eventually moved in. One of those memories is when he was about Harry’s age, maybe a little bit younger, and he helped his appa make dinner for his mum on mothers day. He remembers being so excited to help that he had accidently burnt himself on the inside of his wrist, and has a scar from it to this day. 

“Hare bare, will you go get me the pepper out of the fridge? The green one,” James asks the five year old. Harry nods and bounces over to the fridge. When he gets back, he hands James the pepper, and laughs as James picks him up, setting him on the counter.

“Now, I need you to stir this for me while I cut up this pepper, can you do that?” James asks, handing Harry the wooden spoon. 

“Yes!” Harry cheers, beginning to stir. That's the sight you walk in on when you get to the kitchen. You smile and watch them a little bit. James turns and puts the peppers in the pan when Harry spots you. You smile and walk over to them, asking, “what’re you two making?” 

James jumps, not hearing you, and turns, pointing an accusatory finger at you, “you're supposed to be in bed right now missy.” This elicits a laugh from Harry, and for you to raise your hands in mock surrender. You smile up at him, and bat your eyelashes dramatically, “will you forgive me Jamie?”

James rolls his eyes fondly, but says, “only if you’ll go back to bed. And Harry has to follow to make sure you won’t try to lurk in the hallway.” 

You nod, and open your arms, “consider it a deal. Now can I get a good morning hug please?” James smiles, and wraps you up in a hug, rocking you side to side a little. Eventually, Harry decides that he needs a hug too, because he hops down from the counter, and wraps his arms around your legs. You laugh, and scoop him up into your arms, enjoying this moment. 

“Alright, now back to bed for you,” James steps back, turning to the oven. You sigh dramatically, but go back to your bedroom with Harry still in your arms. He makes sure you get comfy in bed with a book, then turns around and goes back to help James with breakfast.

Ten minutes later, Harry opens the bedroom door again, and James comes walking in with a tray of food and tea that looks to be for all three of you. You smile, and put the book down on the nightstand, getting ready for them to come cuddle with you. Harry jumps into the bed on one side, and James sits down, much more carefully with the food in his hands on the other. 

Most of the day in your bedroom with your boys, then you move to the playroom, and eventually, your friends all join you in the living room for a mothers day dinner. Once everyone has left, and you’ve put Harry in bed, it’s just you and James in the living room. 

“Thank you James,” you say, smiling at him. He looks up at you from where the magazine he was reading and tilts his head, “For what angel?”

“Just… for everything,” you shrug, “I really appreciate it, and wanted you to know how grateful I am.”

James smiles, and beckons you over to him on the couch. You oblige, and sit down next to him. That's how you two fell asleep, curled up on the couch, no blanket, except for the quidditch magazine on James’s lap. And you wouldn't have traded it in for the world.

[solaris-amethyst]

💫Cappuccinos and peonies💫

✨Pairing: Hendery x gn!reader ✨Chapter 2. A second encounter with Hendery doesn't go the way you had hoped it would go and it leads to you and Ten talking a bit about your past and what to do. ✨Genre: Flowershop au x coffeeshop au, romance, fluff, slight angst in future chapters ✨Word Count: 3,8 k ✨Tag list: ☀️Authors Note: Finally the second chapter is out! I'm about halfway done with chapter three so hopefully it will be out soon! Do let me know if you'd like to join the tag list for this series🥰

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”Back up what do you mean it went to shit?!” Ten asked as you walked past him, feeling overwhelmed by your brain running a hundred miles per hour.

”He hates me! Hendery totally hates me after that. Had I not messed up he wouldn’t have been so mean.” You ranted and Ten rolled his eyes.

”Please tell me you’re actually joking right now. You can’t be that dumb can you?” He asks as he follows you with his eyes as you pace back and forth in the store.

”He clearly does, did you not see the way he looked at me?!” You asked him wondering if he truly had not seen and heard what you had.

”Oh please you heard what Dejun said! He was in a bad mood because he had to clean the bathrooms! That has got nothing to do with you and he totally should have been nicer to you like you had nothing to do with the bet he lost. He was a douche but not because he hates you!” Ten tells you stopping you from your pacing so you can look at him properly as he speaks with you.

”Trust me, he was not mad at you at all. Perhaps he was worried you would get hurt but he was still sour, you know how it is when you sometimes get in a bad mood and can’t even be happy or show any other emotion than annoyed for the rest of the day. It happens to the best of us.” He continued and you let your shoulders drop as you took in what he said.

”Maybe you’re right… but I still can’t get it out of my head the way he looked so annoyed and angry at me and the sound of his voice. It’s not the way you’d want like your first meeting with your crush to go. I’ve seen him and how he speaks to customers or to Dejun and he’s always so nice… it was just so jarring you know.” You mumble and Ten sighs before bringing you in for a hug.

”I understand. Of course it’s no fun meeting him like that and getting that kind of reaction. You could always just ignore him until he apologizes to you, you know? You don’t have to speak to him when you go over with flowers or something. You can just talk to Kun or Dejun. Ignore the asshat if he continues to be one.” Ten tells you and you lightly shoves his arm.

”Don’t call him asshat!”

”What?! That’s what he was in the moment!”

”Ten!”

”Y/n!”

You groaned at his childish ways turning away so he wouldn’t see the smile fighting its way to grace your face which is what he would want to see in this moment. Ten made a delighted noise when he realized what was going on as he tried to walk around so he could see your face. The two of you ending up spinning around with you trying to and failing to avoid him and he made a victorious shout when he saw the smile on your face.

”There! Much better you know! A smile suits you much better than the worried eyebrows and pout you were sporting earlier.” He tells you as he walks over to the counter to put on his apron.

”Thank you Ten. I’ll just make sure to avoid him for a while and focus on me and the shop.” You say while turning the closed sign around to say open so any potential customers can come inside to buy whatever they might want for the day.

The rest of the day goes by pretty slowly, some customers come in and buy some flowers and Sicheng comes back looking absolutely radiant over the fact that the start of this has gone so well. He too rolls his eyes and laughs when you tell him it did not in fact go well but went shit in your opinion which causes you to protest as he tells you that Kun has told him that Hendery is a lovely guy normally. You manage to get through this day without having to go over and talk to Hendery anymore today which put you in a slightly more better mood as you made your way home. 

The next few days floated by relatively normal, Ten took on the so called burden of going over to the cafe to deliver the bouquets they were going to sell so you could avoid Hendery and ease your otherwise racing mind and heart. That was until the day Ten was late for work due to a doctors appointment and Sicheng was unable to leave the store which meant you had to go over once again. You begged and pleaded with Sicheng not to go over but there was nothing he really could do.

”Sorry Y/n, I can’t go over since I’m waiting for another important call and Ten as you know is at the doctor right now and that only leaves you to go over with some things for them. You can just be quick, in and out if that makes you feel better.” He tells you whilst looking at you sympathetically and you sigh knowing you can’t say no to him.

”Fine, I’ll go. Perhaps Hendery is in a better mood today and there won’t be anything bothering him this time.” You say while picking up the box with the label Café Vision. 

”I might be in a meeting when you get back so just stay away from the back where my office is so I won’t get distracted in the middle of my call like last time.” 

That makes you smile remembering the time Ten had walked to close doing something and Sicheng had gotten so into what Ten was doing he accidentally ignored the person he was on the phone with for almost three whole minutes.

”I promise I won’t. I’ll get going now!” 

With that you walk out of the door and quickly cross the street once a car had passed. 

Walking into the coffee shop again felt weird, especially since you usually only go in now before they open and before your shift has even started to get breakfast from Dejun who always works opening shifts.

The little coffee shop is bustling with life, in the corner of your eyes you can see Dejun chatting with a younger boy at a table, you note that the boy has a knitted hat that gives the illusion of cat ears on his head. 

The two of them are laughing and smiling together. You wonder if this boy is a regular here since Dejun seems so relaxed and happy around him or if he perhaps is a close friend who is visiting him on his shift. Either way you realize you cannot go and bother Dejun since he is busy so you start to look around searching for Kun.

Kun was nice, he was gentle and calm. Your eyes darted around the store trying to find him only to your disappointment realize that he is standing a bit further down behind the register in a very serious phone call with a guest and from the bits and pieces you can hear from the conversation he seems to be putting his foot down regarding a  rude customer. 

Which leaves you with only one person left. 

Hendery.

It makes your stomach churn with the thought of having to go talk to him again in fear he will be rude or irritated again. You don’t think you can stomach the idea of your crush being irritated like that towards you again. Despite your first interaction with him that day your feelings had not gone away. They were there mixing in with the anxiety giving you what you would call anxious butterflies in your stomach.

You started to look around for him and when you saw him you had to take a minute to appreciate his looks. He was standing there at the register, writing something down on a piece of paper and he looked absolutely stunning in your eyes. He was focused and it made him look so attractive in your eyes. His brown hair was falling nicely around his face framing it beautifully and it made you feel like you were 10 again and experiencing your very first crush.

’He’s probably not mad today, he only had a bad day that time.’ You thought to yourself before making your way over to the register trying to put on a cheerful expression.

”Hello! I’m sorry to bother you but I’m here with this weeks bouquets and plants from the flower shop across the street!” You say cheerfully which makes Hendery look up at you from what he was doing and oh did he have pretty eyes in your opinion. 

”I remember you. You’re the one that almost tripped.” He says which makes you cringe at the thought of your crush remembering you as the person that almost tripped.

”Ah… yes… that would be me.” You say carefully trying to gauge his reaction, right now he seems normal, perhaps even happy that you’re there but you’re not entirely sure yet.

”Here let me take that from you.” He reaches over the counter and takes the package and sets it down before opening it and beaming at the flowers which makes your heart skip a beat. 

”Great. Thank you for delivering these. Not a day too late, they have been really popular here.” He tells you and your heart soars at the good things he has to say.

”Oh that’s great! Is there anything that sells better than the oth-” You don’t manage to finish your sentence as Henderys face grows annoyed which makes you stop.

”Could you step to the side? Theres a queue lining up behind you.” He sounds annoyed motioning for you to step aside so he can start taking orders and doing his job. 

”Oh.. sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You mumble stepping aside so he can work.

’And here I thought things were going well…’ you thought your brain starting to anxiously bring up every worst case scenario of you annoying him and everything. It was clear he didn’t want to talk to you more than he needed to so you quickly turned away and hurried out of the door to avoid any more awkward exchanges with the man.

What you didn’t notice was Hendery turning towards where you had been standing as he was making the coffee his customer had ordered whilst saying: ”The rose bouquets sell really well! Hey I was wondering if I could get your num-” and the way he trails off when he realize you are no longer in the shop with him. He looks around trying to find you hoping you hadn’t left since he still wanted to talk with you.

All he can see is Dejun still chatting with Yangyang at the table and them laughing over something. His shoulders deflates when he realize you’ve left the shop and he wonders if it was something he said or did to make you leave. 

Perhaps you didn’t like him like he liked you? Or worse… what if you didn’t like him at all.

Back at the shop you quickly hid behind the counter deciding it would be best to count the baby breaths you had just to focus on something else. You hoped that Ten would come from his doctors appointment soon or that perhaps Sicheng would be soon done with his meeting so you could talk to them and see if you truly should give up and accept that Hendery seems to be annoyed at your presence when you’re around him or if it is the ghosts of your past whispering and causing a stirr. 

It takes five customers and two deliveries of goods before Ten steps into the store. Exactly an hour after the weird awkward meeting with Hendery and the queue and it gives you so much relief to see him.

”Ten!! Finally!!” You exclaim and he looks at you brightly

”Oh? Did someone miss me that much?” He says gleefully finding it funny how you practically lit up when you saw him entering.

”Yes!!! You won’t believe what has happened whilst you were gone!” You say pouting slightly and he snorts finding your actions funny.

”What? Did pigs sprout wings and start flying?”

”No! Something much worse, I knew I was right those days ago when I mentioned Hendery doesn’t like me at all.” You say and Ten raises an eyebrow at you as he hangs his stuff in the back before putting on his apron.

”And what exactly has happened to make you think that?” He asks gently, not wanting to dismiss you and your feelings thinking something could have actually happened while he was at the doctor.

”Do I need to beat him up or have a talk with him?” He asks and you quickly shake your head at that.

”No, it’s just I went over to the shop today to deliver the latest package since you were away and Sicheng is in a meeting and at first it went pretty well. He remembered me as the one who almost tripped and he helped by taking the box from me and he looked pretty happy but now I think he was more happy to see the box with the flowers than seeing me. I went to ask him a question about which bouquet sells best so that we could perhaps make some more of them the next time and well… he suddenly turned sour in the face and told me to move because there was a line behind me. He must have been so annoyed I was there trying to chat with him and delaying his customers you know.” You told him the events and more of your thoughts and worries.

”You know, perhaps he was just annoyed that there was a line forming behind you because he wanted more time to just talk to you without having to work and serve customers.” Ten voiced bringing you in for a side hug.

”I know it’s hard for you to believe that people might actually want to talk to you and spend time with you and have an interest in you since the whole fiasco with the scum bag. I don’t think he was annoyed or angry at you.” 

”You should have seen his face Tennie. He looked so unhappy, I liked when he was smiling at me but then it switched so quickly.”

Ten leads you over to the counter and sits you down before he goes to quickly get you a hot beverage. He hands you the steaming cup before sitting down as well facing you so the two of you can talk.

”Y/n, I know your brain is working over time right now trying to convince you all sorts of things and I know it’s hard to believe but you should not listen to those inner voices. But trust me when I say this that I don’t think Hendery hates you or was annoyed at you. The first time you met him he was in a bad mood because he had to clean the stinky toilets, you and I both know if we were him we’d be annoyed as well. Sure he should have managed himself better and not act the way he did towards you but you did nothing that day to warrant him hating you. And regarding today, I wasn’t there so I can’t say for sure but I am 99.99% sure that he was annoyed there was a line behind you and that it would stop his conversation with you. He probably wanted to get through with those customers so he could continue to talk with you had you stayed a bit longer.” Ten told you caressing one of your hands with his own hand trying his best to comfort you.

”It’s just hard… I know I shield’t think that people immediately hate me but after Dave it’s hard not to.” You confess feeling slightly defeated and Ten nods.

Dave had been your boyfriend at one point of your life and he had completely wrecked your confidence as a person and had managed to convince you that you were easy to hate according to others. He’d spread lies that past friends or acquaintances had talked badly about you behind your back either to him or to other friends who had then told him. Sometimes he’d tell you after you had been at parties and such with other friends and strangers how it was clear people didn’t like you at all, how they stared at you with disgust and more.

All to destroy your confidence and make you depend only on him.

Dave had been furious that no matter how much he did or said he could never get rid of Ten and Sicheng. They always stuck around. Dave had even tried to threaten them and tell them you had told him you didn’t want them around to which Ten had laughed in his face and Sicheng had fought back a smile before both saying they’d wanna hear that from you rather than him. They may have called him a toxic manipulating bastard or something along those lines according to Sicheng when they had told you about the encounter. 

It was after that that they had managed to convince you to break up with him. There had been many talks leading up to you agreeing you should break it off with Dave. Both had hugged you tighter than they had ever done before when you had shakily told them you had decided it would be best for you. That you deserved better which they wholeheartedly agreed with. Sicheng and Ten even went with you when you broke up with him so he wouldn’t be able to gaslight you into staying tho he tried but it was shut down quicker than you could blink by Ten. After that the three of you worked hard to build back up the confidence he had destroyed.

”Of course it’s still hard, things like that don’t heal instantly, I mean look how far you’ve come! Just a few months ago you would have refused to even step a foot back into the coffee shop even if you actually had to and now you did the brave thing and did it. Sure it might not have gone exactly how you hoped but you still did it which is amazing. I’m proud of you Y/n.”  He gives you a little smile before continuing:

”You know we could always ask Hendery together to clear up the potential misunderstanding if you want or we can take a step back and just focus on ourselves for a while. Like we could plan our movie night for the weekend. I heard Sicheng wants to watch the first Jurassic Park movie.” He whispers the last part making you groan.

”Not that one again, we always watch Jurassic Park when Sicheng chooses the movie.” You shake your head before looking at your best friend again. ”For now I would just like to avoid Hendery for the rest of the day. It’s probably the way you said it was but I’m still on the fence and just need to be away from there for a while so I can get the dumb thoughts to go away.”

”Sure. That’s fine, we’ll go at your speed. Now! What movie should we watch instead of Jurassic Park?” He asks changing the subject and you think for a while before telling him: ”We should totally watch the first Alien movie!!” 

”Alien?”

”Yeah! I wanna watch Sigourney Weaver be an absolute badass onscreen!” You say thinking back on the first time you had seen the movie and fallen in love with her character.

”Sure, if you can convince him that were watching it then we are.”

”Convince who of what?” Sicheng asked as he came back from his meeting, quickly greeting Ten before looking at you both curiously.

”We’re watching Alien during our next movie night.”

Sichengs eyes widened at that.

”What! Noooo were watching Jurassic Park! Alien scares me!”

”Oh please Sicheng!! I really really really want to watch Alien this time.” You give him your best puppy eyes and after a bit of back and forth Sicheng belatedly agrees to watching Alien stating that you now own him a bag of chips and a tub of ice cream since he will be scared whilst watching it. Something to which you agree happily to.

”So how did it go with the delivery?” Sicheng asks curiously and it makes you sigh leaning your head on the counter.

”Oh.. was it that bad??” He questioned worried already thinking of how he shouldn’t let you go alone next time if it truly was that bad for you.

”From what I’ve gathered it wasn’t that bad but only that the ghosts of the past are causing a stir in her head and convincing her that it was that bad.” Ten tells him and Sicheng nods before giving you a hug.

”Just let me know next time if you really really really don’t wanna go over again and I’ll make sure to go over with it myself if Tennie isn’t here to do it and if Hendery acts like a douche I’ll just throw some plants at him like I did with the scumbag.”

That makes you laugh at the mention of him throwing flowers at your ex, Dave had one come into the shop whilst you were working to be rude and disrespectful to you and it had ended with Sicheng of all people, sweet, kind and loving Sicheng who wouldn’t hurt a fly, throwing a whole ass plant, pot and all at him which he had narrowly avoided before being told to get lost and to never come back because if he did he wouldn’t miss with the next pot.

”No more plant throwing at people, Sicheng. It will get you in trouble one day you know.” You say chuckling and he smiles.

”For you I’ll throw all the pots and plants in the world at all the douchebags entering your life.” 

”I’ll join in!!” Ten pipes in which causes the three of you to laugh finding it funny in a weird but friendly way. 

The rest of the shift went on like that. The three of you joking around and having fun, it felt good focusing on other things for the time being. In the back of your head you had decided to give Hendery one last chance, you’d talk to him and figure out if he truly hates you or not so you could convince your heart to either move on with this crush or if getting closer to him would be a good idea. 

But for now you’ll laugh as Sicheng and Ten bicker over the most random things like if pineapple goes on pizza or if black is a color or not. 

Right now you wouldn’t change anything in the world when it comes to this moment.

[gordopickett]

WIP Wednesday!

Thanks for the tag, @youreorangeyoumoron 💙

I'm actually getting to this on a Wednesday for once! 😆

So far I have 29 chapters up on Ao3 of my For All Mankind post-season 2 fix-it fic called And If It's Not Okay... This is an excerpt from chapter 36, wherein Gordo & Ed have made plans to hang out one evening, but Ed doesn't show.

Gordo arrived at the Shamrock ten minutes before seven. He walked through the warm, inviting lobby with its muted green floor and walls of mahogany paneling and travertine. He found the Pine Grill where he was supposed to meet Ed, and he slid into a booth. A waitress came over immediately and took his drink order – a club soda. Gordo hadn’t cut out alcohol from his life entirely. But he had cut back significantly, ever since he had gotten serious about his training for Jamestown 91. He was sure that that – along with getting back into a workout routine – was what had helped him lose so much weight before his launch. He hadn’t been particularly set on losing weight, per se, but he had wanted to get back in shape. He always felt better when he kept his body strong and moving. The weight loss had just been a byproduct of that. But ever since his return from Jamestown, Gordo hadn’t felt strong. His injuries had kept him immobile for days and then fairly sedentary for nearly three weeks. Now that he had been cleared by the NASA flight surgeon to start exercising again, he looked forward to getting back to it. He knew he would have to start out slowly, however. He had lost a few more pounds and a lot of muscle mass over the past three weeks, and he felt much weaker than he was used to. Getting back in shape would be a process, but Gordo was up for the challenge. And he didn’t have a launch deadline to meet, so he knew he could do it at a slow, healthy pace. Gordo sipped his club soda, waiting for Ed to arrive. He checked his watch again, noting that it was now ten minutes past seven. He wondered why Ed was late. It wasn’t like he had to drive across town. He was staying right upstairs in the hotel. Gordo waited a few more minutes. He was beginning to wonder if Ed had forgotten about their plan when the bartender shouted, “Gordo Stevens?” Gordo looked over. “Yeah?” The bartender looked at him, lifting up the phone receiver he held in his hand. “You’ve got a phone call.” Gordo furrowed his brow curiously and got to his feet. He walked over to the bar, and the bartender handed him the phone. He held it to his ear. “This is Gordo Stevens.” “Mr. Stevens?” a female voice said timidly in his ear. He didn’t immediately recognize it. “Yes?” “This is Kelly,” she said. “Baldwin. I, uh, tried calling your house, but Jimmy said you were at the Pine Grill.” “Yeah. I’m supposed to be meeting your dad here. Is everything okay?” “I didn’t know who else to call.” “What’s going on?” “I don’t know. Something’s wrong. We’re up in our room. Dad’s been drinking, and he’s just—He seems really upset.” She paused. “I’m worried about him.” “What’s the room number?” Gordo asked. When she told him, he said, “I’ll be right up.”

I wanted this scene to be a sort of parallel to Karen calling Ed to come get Gordo at The Outpost in episode 2x02. But instead of Ed helping Gordo when he's drunk & spiraling, this time it's Gordo helping Ed who's going through something similar.

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[tokugou]

Hi. First: I love your GIFs! They're pleasing to see on my dash (and sometimes gives me niggling ideas for creating GIFs of my own but almost never do it cuz procrastination and my creativity sucks haha 😅)! Please keep creating! <3

Second, genuine question (and out of curiosity): Why do you self reblog your posts often? People can see your posts on their dash, and even on the search thingy. The search thingy doesn't let people see your self-reblogs (just the original post). Even though I've kinda been on and off of Tumblr for years, I don't really get how it works, so I'm a bit confused as to why you and other bloggers self-reblog your/their own posts?

You don't have to answer if you don't want to, though! I'm just genuinely confused and I don't know who/where else to ask/search 😅. Thanks in advance! Have a nice day! <3

I honestly don't know what I did to get dragged into this discourse

Thank you for polite question, I honestly don't know if I can help you a lot and if my answer will explain it as you expect. I also was on and off tumblr for a long time and often, but I can answer it based on my own experience on this becasue it was confusing to me too when I first met with self reblogging.

Long reply under read more so to not trash other people' dash

first of all self promotion isn't a bad thing and i'm staring to think some of people here see it as a crime

compared to old one nowday t/mblr is a mess, lot of people left this site and most of them were content creators (either artists or gifmakers) and back then it seemd more welcoming to editors? People would rb your stuff no matter your popularity becasue hey it is content from my fav series i wanna see more i wanna keep it on my blog and show it to others so there was no need for people to self reblog becasue it circulated around a lot on its own.

new people who join this app are raised on i/stagram t/itter and/or f/book where LIKES means everything, you show your support by liking posts THIS NOT APPLY TO TUMBLR AND NEVER DID [you can check this amazing post about rebloging]. As nice as it is to get likes on your post becasue it is like a pat on a head - it is only a pat, doesn't mean anything on a long run. Reblog = spreading. If people don't spread it we stay unnoticed and we tend to self reblog more.

another thing that changed is: people no longer scroll from top to the last post they saw before going to sleep, cos why would they? You wake up in the morning open app while eating breakfast or drinking coffee and you sroll past ten or twenty post or an equivalent of hour or two of your absence - you dont go deeper cos it would be a waste of time - again, I say USUALLY, some ppl still do this and it is ok either way - which leads us to main point of self/reblog:

DIFFERENCE in TIME ZONE not all of our followers live in the same time-zone, when I post something in my free time it doesn't mean others have it too, most of them are probably sleeping or in working place at that hour. We self reblog so people who were absent (and we think might be interested in - becasue why not? they follow us for a reason right?) can see it when they get back on here. By reblogging ourself multiple times, that puts the post back on the follower’s dash and hopefully gives them a chance to see it.

most of people follow ton of blogs (one of my friend I met here told me they follow over 1k blogs) imagine even half of these blogs posting regulary, a few things per hour, the dash is messy and crowded OUR EDITS TEND TO GET LOST IN IT. Most of people follow a lot of blogs and might miss our posts becaue their dashes are WAY more active than these who follow five or ten blogs.

t/mblr fandoms aren't welcoming to new creators in my experience, to get notes you need to be popular/have lot of followers but you can't have lot of them if your posts aren't spread/seen and so on and so on it go in circle (a lot of ppl also only reblog popular posts and avoid these with litte of notes - don't know why it is like this, maybe they think these posts are suspicious?) so with self reblog we also give some of these fake notes to make a post more appealing, i guess? this one is just speculation.

the search function you mentioned is very rarely used tbh people don't go to search for things daily, they usually only do this when they join new series/ship/etc to check if there is something. People usually stick to what they see on their dashes. AND most importantly this option doesn't work as it should. It is some type of algoritm that promote post that are alive/active - even if your post is relativy new it might not show in search becasue it died quickly (as if it wasn't interacted with for some time). With search option it is 50/50 your thing either show there or not. ALSO REMEMBER search option is a terrible promoted thingy that doesn't show you everything so you better stick to /tagged/ thing you can enter manually while on dash if you are using web t/mblr.

people no longer go straight to specific blogs to check if they missed something, they might do it for their besties (as they call it) but other than that DASH is all people see and focus on, so the more often content creators self/reblog the higher chance followrs will see it.

we are not paid for what we do and it come to everything: edits, gifs, arts, writing, video and META POST we are not paid for it and no matter how many people say notes are just numbers these numbers are our motivational payment, the less you get the less you create because you just don't feel the point of sharing your creations if it is not received well or at all.

when I started posting I used to post new content daily even twice a day, nowdays seeing most of my edits not being well recieved in fandom I lost motivation to the point I was thinking of quiting because it didn’t give me joy anymore and I'm still considering it.

I personally never felt bothered seeing self rebbloged post, I follow a bunch of content creators, some of them sr twice a day some each hour, some more or less often. It often helped me to see something I would missed becasue I wasn't here and personally it often give me joy to see the post I remember seeing that had 2 notes when I rb it and now it is 500 or more.

to anyone who read it and still think self reblog is a bother: do not tell people to stop self reblogging. If you genuinely have a problem with self reblogging, just unfollow or block the person who does it and don’t make a fuss over it!

I hope I managed to answer you at least partly? I probably lost the point somewhere between first sentence and second but... well

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Bloody, Beaten, Bruised or Maximum Effort

Quick Tag List: @kuruumiya @spacelizardtrashboys @enigmaticandunstable @nattinngrst @amyofaquitaine

This passage contains potentially: scenes of one (or more) characters swearing, blood, self-harm (unintentional) and scenes of a violent nature. whump content and potential tear-jerking moments.

Summary: In this 'chapter' Kirby has her first fight in New Jersey, and stay in New Jersey for a week, leading to some heavy whump content by a certain someone.

Kirby's POV:

Standard match, one on one with a ten minute time limit. Not much for a debut but it's made into a big deal upon learning the opponents were male and female and not the standard male on male.

Jobber VS Newcomer.

Andrew Strong VS Kirby 'Gluttony' Lucifarian.

The bell rings and the fight starts.

"Strong throws the first punch and misses."

"The Ogress capitalises and hits him with a Feeding Frenzy."

"Strong is backed into the turnbuckle but the Ogress continues her attack."

"The referee is forced to separate them and Strong gets The Ogress in a lock-up."

"A swift knee to the stomach and Strong is staggered."

"The Ogress hits Strong with the Organ Grinder and it looks like it's all over."

"She covers Strong and … one … two … three. She's done it! The Ogress has won!"

Walking back to the locker room, I caught a glimpse of Moolah as she sneers at me and I shrug her off, focusing on getting into some clean clothes and going back to the hotel. I change and walk out of the dressing room with my bag slung over my shoulder.

"Good work out there, Kirby."

I recognise the voice and turn to see André, "Thank you, Drey."

"Moolah, doesn't seem to like you girls."

"We're stealing the hag's time in the sun. She always hates people who do that, even if she brings them in. I'll see you soon Drey."

"See you soon, Kirby."

I start walking back to the hotel when I start hearing a voice behind me, gradually getting closer.

"Hey, Miss, I think you dropped this." A distinctly masculine voice called out.

I turned around to see what the person wanted. To my surprise they had picked up my wallet, "Huh, I didn't feel it fall out of my pocket, thank you."

The man handed it to me before introducing himself, "Paul Orndorff. I saw your match earlier, you're fast for a giant, tough too."

"Thank you, Mr Orndorff."

He looked over his shoulder, "Oh, well, I have to go, Piper's waiting for me."

"Uh well, bye Mr Orndorff."

He left without another word and I unzipped my bag slightly to place my wallet inside, zipping it back up and continuing back to the hotel. I spent the night in a cramped hotel room and went to the gym the next morning.

Setting myself up at a heavy bag and practicing as per usual, no interruptions, no one else near by to talk to.

It was as if my mind just drifted away and I went into this mental fog, no gloves on but punching as if I did, breaking through the skin on my knuckles and only stopping after I noticed smears of blood on the heavy bag.

I wiped it down and bandaged my knuckles before moving on to doing push ups, lunges, squats and other exercises that wouldn't leave me covered in blood.

I was alone for the rest of the day, so I ordered some pizza (simple, pepperoni) and relaxed in the hotel, I pulled out a sketch book from my suitcase and began sketching.

I didn't plan on sketching anything too important so I just went with what was on my mind, which happened to be Roddy, Jeez it's like I'm becoming emotionally attached to this idiot.

When I see him next I'll give him the drawing if I have it with me. I close the sketchbook and go back to the gym for around an hour, before coming back to the hotel and getting some rest.

I woke up the next morning (January 9th) and had a day much the same as the last, got up, did my morning routine, went to the gym, came back, ordered Chinese food and started drawing. It was just a shitty little thing, but once again, the Rowdy one came to mind.

What is it with Scottish men and me, is it because I'm a quarter Scottish, is it maybe because I believe in the folk tales and stories of old, of knights on white steeds, saving fair maidens and living happily ever after, while the monsters they kill or maim lie in a pool of their own blood and wish they could've had a different life?

I have no idea, and the idea of my own mind comparing me with those monsters makes me regret ever reading those stories while growing up, rather I should have stuck my head into scientific textbooks instead of tales of heroism and fantastical ghouls, then I would have never become and wrestler or met the amazing people in my life.

I look back down at the paper and decide to let Roddy have two final full page drawings on the other side of the sketches I've already drawn of him, I add in a small note on the page under a picture of Roddy that Sam had found.

The more I looked at the drawings and that lone picture, the more I realised the small details of Roddy's features, the strong jaw with a cleft chin, his hazel eyes? or are they dark blue? either way they intrigue me. And that musculature, Roddy's not slim but not a big man either, he's at that almost perfect weight to body fat ratio. Good lord, listen to me calling … Piper, Roddy, Him, perfect. I think I want to be sick, just to be rid of those thoughts.

Right as I run into the small bathroom I hear a commotion in the hallway and someone being thrown or more accurately, hurled into the other side of the bathroom wall. I take a deep breath, re-fix my mask into it's usual position and dart out into the corridor, right as the commotion ends.

The obvious victim of the bout was on the floor face down with a long, not to deep cut down the back of their left leg and was breathing heavily when I reached them.

"Woah, hey, hey buddy." I whispered to them in an effort to calm them.

"Kirby?"

FUCK

…

That Glaswegian accent, fuck, He's not even supposed to be in town, or is he?

"Piper?!" I whisper-yelled, more to myself than to him.

"Hey…" his voice trailed off, I heaved him over my shoulder and went back into my hotel room, tossing him down on the only bed and grabbing his left foot, reaching over to my suitcase and getting my personal first aid kit, nothing too fancy, some bandages, plasters, the bare essentials. I cleaned the cut and bandaged it, taping the bandage in place.

I glanced up from Roddy's leg and saw that he had passed out, "Shit." I muttered to myself, louder than I thought and his eyes flickered open.

"Kirby? Is that you?" His voice weak but still understandable.

I stood there, frozen to the spot, unable to move, I wanted to cry as I realised how badly he had been beaten up, his eyebrow cut, coming close to his eye, his hairline a mix of matted brown hair and blood that was starting to coagulate and then I started to notice more things wrong with Roddy's visage.

His shirt (a Piper classic, yellow with a wild cat graphic) was torn in several places, showing bruises and nicks in his flesh. His kilt, however, was fully intact, including his belt and sporran, though all of it was scuffed with little scratches, but no cuts.

"Kirby? Kirby talk to me, please?" He spoke so carefully and it broke me.

I dropped to my knees, weeping, and Roddy shot to his feet, before dropping down on his left side and leaning on the bed, getting only a couple of steps closer to me.

"Kirby, are you okay?"

"Roddy, look at ya," I took a deep breath in, "How can you be so beat up and worried about me? How is that possible?"

"Kirby? look at ya, you're crying over me? I thought you didn't care about me that much?"

I wiped the tears from my face and got Roddy back on the bed.

"Stay there, Piper."

"Oh, feisty."

"Roddy! Stay on the bed and don't move."

"Yes Ma'am."

I trudged into the bathroom and ran a long cold shower, and I heard him move off the bed before swearing and sitting back on the bed.

"I thought I said, DON'T MOVE Roddy!"

"Alright, alright. … feisty"

After the shower, I dressed in the bathroom after drying myself off and exited the room. I instantly noticed a sleeping Piper.

"I guess I'll sleep on the floor then."

"C'mere." He lazily waved his arm to try and beckon me over.

"No, Roddy, get some rest."

"Come here and get in the bed." He rolled over and picked up the duvet, lackadaisically blowing a joking kiss in my direction.

"Jesus, Roddy, fine."

I climbed into the bed and felt Roddy's arms curl around my waist and his face between my shoulder blades.

"Rod, get off."

"Wha'?"

"Get off of me."

"Why?"

"Aren't you married, get off."

"if I was married, there would be a ring on my finger," He waved his left hand in front of my face, "No ring, no wife."

"Oh. Still, get off."

"Now, would that be 'get off' in the, leave me alone, way or the 'get off' in the, I love you take me now, way." The latter a clear joke but it annoyed me even more.

"Leave me alone, Roddy."

He slid his arms off and rolled to face the other way.

"Small bed, Kirby."

"I wasn't expecting company, Piper."

"Your tattoos are nice."

"Sleep, Piper."

"I'm just saying."

"Roddy, you are injured, sleep."

"I looked through your sketchbook earlier, y'know, when you were in the shower, just flicked through it, and wow, you're a great artist."

"For the love of God, Roddy! would you please just get some sleep."

"Alright!, alright. No need to yell."

"One more word and I'm chucking you out the nearest window."

We both fell silent and managed to get some sleep, it wasn't until sunrise that either one of us awoke. As I stirred from my slumber I was face to face with the Scottish idiot. I yelped and, without realising his legs were intertwined with mine, fell off the bed with him falling on top of me, waking Roddy up in the process.

"Oh, well, morning sweetheart, did I wake ya."

"Rod, get ya damn 'Loch Ness Monster' away from me."

Rod's cheeks turned pink and he quickly looked down between our bodies before sheepishly standing up and hurrying to the bathroom, I took the chance to change into a graphic tee and some black jeans, not noticing that Piper had left the bathroom door wide open, until I heard his voice.

"Woah, so uh, all of you is bigger than normal?"

I yelped and threw one of my shirts at his face, before realising that I had thrown the shirt I was planning on wearing at him, "Wait, Roddy, I need that shirt."

He laughed before handing me back my shirt, "Uh, thank you … for …saving me last night."

"Were you even supposed to be in town?"

"Well no, but I …" He trailed off

"I can't hear you, Roddy?"

"It's nothing, really."

I continued on with my normal routine, mindful that Roddy was in the same room as me and injured. It wasn't until the phone rang that I had a problem, before I could reach the phone Roddy had already answered it.

"Who is this?"

I could hear a loud, angry voice on the phone and Piper got defensive.

"You think you're a hard man do ya?!"

Damien. That's got to be Damien, which means I am in some real trouble now. Thanks Piper, ya dafty.

"I'll get her to call ya back once you've calmed down."

He slammed the phone back into it's place and breathed out a hefty sigh.

"Kirby, is Damien your boyfriend?" He seemed instantaneously calm

I almost choked on air for a moment, "No! He's my manager, and he's like double my age. He's Vic," I paused for a moment, "He's my dad, as well as the other members of the D.O.D. We're not all his biological daughters though, just Vickie."

"So, he adopted you?"

"I guess you could say that." I avoided looking him in the eyes.

"Tell me the truth. Now!"

"Promise you won't tell anyone first."

"I won't tell a soul, now, why are you so, uptight, about who he is to you."

"First things first, my name isn't Kirby Lucifarian, it's actually Kirby Trevor."

"Oh, so Damien's not you're adoptive father, either?"

"No, my real parents are Heaven and Eric Trevor. Damien's Vickie's dad and only Vickie's dad."

"Are either one of your parents giants? or is it just you?"

"Just me, the closest person to me in height, family-wise was my uncle Rory. He's the reason I have the tattoo on my wrist."

I walked up to Piper and showed him the 'R' tattooed on my right wrist.

"So, he passed away?"

"Yeah. He died, eleven, no no, twelve years ago now, when I was Seventeen, My uncle Vaughn died a couple months later, he's why I have the lighter on my left arm, my uncle Vaughn was best known for being, in the nicest terms, a layabout smoker, and the smoke took him in the end."

"So, you have a lighter to remember a man who died by smoking?"

"Dark, I know, but uncle Vaughn would've laughed at it. Erik laughed at it when I explained it to him."

"Eric, your dad?"

"No, no, Erik, with a 'K', my old tag partner before I joined the D.O.D. I think you would've liked him."

"Really, now why would I like a guy I know nothing about?"

"Well, Erik's Scottish, He's from Edinburgh. He's tall-ish, then again I am a giant, so who am I to say what's tall, he's six-foot-five. He played the bagpipes when he was younger, he quit playing when he was twenty-three, same year we lost the tag titles."

"Rough," He interrupted "Continue, please."

"Uh, well. Erik's strong, very strong, he would compete in the Highland games and well, … I guess back then I thought I'd never leave him, until Damien gave me an offer I couldn't refuse and I left him. I had a whole life with him planned inside my head and I left it all behind, for what, cramped hotel rooms and breakfasts with André."

"You had breakfast with André the giant and you didn't tell me … You, You had a good Scottish man, and you left him, for," He gestured to the room, "all this?"

"Well I jus-"

"No," He held my jaw and looked me straight in the eyes, "You had a life, a man who obviously a close relationship with you, and you gave it up for breakfasts with André and shitty hotel rooms."

"I know I'm stupid."

"But you're not stupid, you saved me, I could have died in that hallway and you brought me in here, you stopped that bastard from killing me. I could kiss you."

"Please don't."

Sorry for cliff-hanger ending, but … END OF BLOODY, BEATEN, BRUISED or MAXIMUM EFFORT.