#bad dry academic jokes

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⇢Masterlist

Ajax:

Dates:

Carnival dates. He will try every ride with you, entering haunted houses trying to prove he's not scared of ghosts. Long story short he's clinging onto you, shivering, throat dry from screaming.

Gaming dates, playing valorant, roblox, warzone together. Trolling people in games and he's screaming for you to help him.

Night dates. Forbidden night walks, getting high together, taking weird selfies, doing stupid stuff with him. Bonus points if it rains, both of are playing in the rain.

Types of girls he's into:

Orange cat girls, the ones who's napping, thrives on food and lives for chaos.

Sarcasm as humour, dark jokes. He loves them

He's definitely into smart academically girls, he needs a boost in academics.

Love language:

Quality time. Spending time with doing stupid stuff, getting caught. It builds the best memories for the both of you

Bullying. He definitely teases you, makes fun of you, you guys have roast battles together.

Rememberance. He remembers everything about you. For an airhead he's definitely head over heels for you. He would babble about you when getting high. Doesn't let anyone touch him when he's drunk saying "i have a girlfriend. go away"

What he loves about you:

Intelligence. He loves having a significant other that can help him in academics, seeing your joy of him getting good grades and your seriousness during studying is adorable

Humour. The random unhinged jokes you would say and then giggling together. Having an inside joke together

Your sassy attitude. Loves going back and forth bullying, making fun and pranking each other. The way you don't back down from a fight makes him weak in the knees.

Tyler:

Dates:

Coffee dates. Both enjoying each other company during the mornings sipping the coffee he made. He definitely wants your opinion of his coffee (compliments)

Baking dates. Spending time baking with him at his house with flour smeared everywhere. The extra treats are always taken to lunch by his father.

Late night drives. Bringing the treats you both made, feeding him while he's driving, blasting music and jamming to love songs together.

Types of girls he's into:

We all know he's into black cat girls. The clingy black cat with a rough attitude.

He's lowkey into the obsessive girls so it doesn't feel like he's alone with his tendencies. He hydes it ofc.

Also into the girls that's dependent on him. Gets him weak.

Love language:

Quality time. Your time is his. He wants to be there for each and every time with you. Random talks, unending conversation is perfect.

Words of affirmation. Will reassure you with words anytime possible. He wants you to remember he loves you in each way possible

Touch. Hands all over you, hands at your waist, thighs, face. He can't go on without your touch. So devoted <33

What he loves about you:

Your style. It's so different from him. He loves exploring new styles with you.

Your bossy attitude. He loves the feel of being owned but he will push that attitude out of you if it crosses the line ykyk

Your dependence on him. He wants to be anywhere possible with you, protecting you from harm all concerned with you.

Loves your neck, so dainty and beautiful for him to mark you, fits perfectly for his hands.

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an: i feel like this is so bad :')

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Highschool AU pt.2

Summary: You and your Brother moved away from Austria because of your parents Divorce, making you attend Northbridge Academy in Exeter, England. On your first day you meet the bullied Simon Riley and the overly extroverted John MacTavish. As if dealing with puberty, sports and your grades wasn't hard enough you fell in love not only with your Bestfriend Simon but also with Johnny, that Johnny was in love with both of you didn't make the Dynamic better

Pt.1

November 1990

As the days passed, you fell into a comfortable routine. You made a point to sit next to Simon in every class, despite Johnny's attempts to claim the seat besides you. You got used to Johnny though; he was funny and surprisingly smart. He even beat you in physics once, which made you incredibly mad. You always wanted to excel in academics; sometimes it felt like it was the only thing you were good at—getting good grades. If you couldn't be good at that, what special thing would be left in you?

"Lizzie, it's just an A, who cares if it's not an A+? You won't die from it," Simon nagged. He never understood your drive to excel in school. He wasn’t bad himself, though; he mostly got Bs, especially in math, history, and chemistry. He had some Cs in English and Housekeeping —claiming it was unimportant for him that he did poorly in sewing. He was right, though; that's why you didn’t pick that incredibly dumb subject and chose advanced German instead, which was like a free pass for you. Unfortunately, you were in the same class as John, the annoying new friend of your brother. He was always so flirty, although he was cute.

"How do you know? Maybe I'll fall dead on the ground in the next second."

"Would be a blessing for some of us," Simon replied. After a few weeks of school, you were surprised to find out that Simon wasn’t like he looked. He wasn’t shy and uncomfortable; he pulled lots of jokes—bad ones—next to you. Worse, his humor was dry and mean, making you chuckle all the time, which he secretly loved.

"You're an idiot, Si."

"And still, I'm your favorite, Lizzie."

"Only because Johnny isn’t a real challenge to you."

"Don’t let Johnny hear that; he will be mad."

"Maybe he needs a bit of an ego shrink," You laughed.

Simon and you walked towards your table. It was like in all those American movies you watched when you were allowed to watch TV. Tiffany and her squad had their own table, and then there were tables full of footballers where Kyle sat most of the time, except when Johnny begged him to sit with you. Michael, like the perfect big brother he was, was always where you were. And where Michael was, John and sometimes Nik would be, if he didn’t spend 90% of his time in detention.

Every Thursday was mail delivery day, the best part of the week. You always looked forward to a letter from Dad. He told you about all the different places he visited for work, and there was always a postcard in the letter. You had over 120 postcards, all placed on the wall of your dorm. At least that made you feel at home. Northbridge Academy wasn’t as bad as you feared at the beginning. The teachers were great, the school was fun, and you had Simon and Johnny. The only downside was my dorm mates. While the boys were more than lucky despite Si complaining about Michael's snoring, they still had a nice group. Meanwhile, you were stuck with Tiffany, Laurie, and Anne in a room, and it was even worse than you imagined.

Simon opened his mail, and his expression changed. He tried to regain his composure quickly, but he couldn't fool me. You knew something was up, so you poked him under the table, trying to get his mail. Surprisingly, he gave it to you without any further resistance, and for once, You wished he hadn’t.

Hello Simon, Im on a camping trip with your Mom and Thomas. Don´t bother coming over the long weekend. We wont be there. Stay at your trust fund school. Dad 

"Si—"

"No, Lizzie." He stood up and left the table, surprising everyone else who hadn’t noticed anything. Typical boys. You followed him into his dorm and sat next to him on the bed.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"It's not a big deal, Lizzie. They're just on vacation."

"Is it?"

"Lizzie."

"You know you could come with Mich and me. Mom wouldn’t mind at all; she loves hosting people and all that stuff. We can spend more time together, and you don’t need to stay in this musty room—like, really, do you boys even clean?" You laughed at the chaos of the room. Everywhere, there were paint stains, football shoes, and, on what you guessed was Nik’s and John’s bed, an E-guitar was placed.

"Lizzie, it’s okay. You know I can practice a bit before the start of ice hockey season."

"Pleaseeeeeeee." You looked at him with puppy eyes. I needed him to come with me.

"Okay, but only this once." He agreed, and you gave him a big bear hug.

SIMONS POV 

"Whit dae ye mean ye gang hame wi' Ellie?"

"Was invited," I said shortly.

"Was invited too," John chimed in, while he tuned his guitar, making noises not safe for humanity.

"How come is a' body invited 'cept me?" Johnny started to whine. The answer would be easy for anyone with eyes: she doesn’t like his flirting, she is scared of things like this, and asking her to marry him after she gave him a cookie wasn’t the smartest choice.

"I wasn’t invited," Kyle replied shortly.

"You're not invited, Johnny, 'cause ye need to tone it down with my sister. She is only 13; she doesn’t care about boys right now. And asking her at any chance if she wants to marry you makes her scared. Ye don’t know anything about girls, do ye?" That was the most words I've heard from König since, well, ever, but he was right. Johnny needed to tone it down. I didn’t like how Lizzie felt insecure whenever he did it and clung to me. The truth is Lizzie wasn’t afraid of him or anything; she even liked Johnny as a friend. She just thought his advances were jokes. Johnny liked to joke a lot, giving him the reputation of a class clown. And so, his big gestures for her felt like a joke to her, especially since she was so insecure at heart. I just never understood why? She was smart, funny, much cooler than any other girl, and she was pretty, not that I would ever tell that to someone.

"Just trying to be good, König," Johnny muttered.

"If ye weren’t a lovesick little puppy, he’d probably punch you into oblivion," John mentioned.

"You can come too, Johnny," König replied, still giving him the big brother glance.

"Sweet."

"Wait, how do we all fit in a car?" I asked, afraid that Johnny would take my place, and I needed to stay here. But everyone just looked at me weirdly, and I didn’t know why.

The next day, on our way to Lizzie's house, I finally knew why. There was a fucking limousine with black windows, probably bulletproof, like in James Bond movies. A small man in his 50s walked outside of the car wearing a black suit and smiling as he walked towards Lizzie, taking her baggage from her hands.

"He doesn’t look like Lizzie’s Dad," I said. It was true; they didn’t look similar, but still, she hugged him like you’d hug a family member, I guess?

John started to laugh. "You really don’t know a lot about Beth." Beth? Why did he call my Lizzie Beth? That was a shitty name.

"I know a lot about her."

"Not about her world, little one." I hated it when people reduced me for my small frame. I didn’t want to be the skinny short boy walking behind Lizzie all the time in need of her support. At least she didn’t see me that way.

"Si, John, Johnny, that’s Alfred, he is our family, Butler," Lizzie said, smiling at Alfred like he was a family member more than a Butler.

We sat down in the limo. Lizzie, of course, sat next to me, much to the dislike of Johnny. He kinda grew on me, though; he was funny and extroverted, and he wasn’t as posh as Kyle, who was a nice bloke but just didn’t get it. He was always complaining, as if he had problems, of course, he hadn’t. He was rich, good at football, and good-looking.

Lizzie fell asleep after a while, her head resting on my shoulder. I didn’t dare to move for the rest of the ride. She looked so peaceful when she didn’t move her lips and spoke.

"Mate, that's unfair. Why does Lizzie sleep on you instead of me?" Johnny whined, but I ignored him. "I liked her first, brocade and everything, Simon."

"You don’t call dips on my sister, or I'll cut your tongue out," König spoke calmly. He was confusing me; he was mostly silent but always threatened everyone who came too close to Lizzie. He never threatened me though, of course not; no one saw a threat in me.

We arrived at a big white mansion, almost looking like the Buckingham Palace. I knew Lizzie was rich, but this rich? I should probably search Kortac up, what they did, and how her dad must be so rich.

John only shrugged as if it was nothing, making me feel like I was the dumb one. This wasn’t normal; why are they acting like this?

As I stepped into Lizzie's villa, my jaw practically hit the floor. I mean, I've seen big houses before, but this was something else. The entrance was like walking into a palace or something. The marble floors were so shiny

; I could see my reflection in them. And those pillars! They were taller than any trees I've ever seen, reaching up to a ceiling painted with fancy designs that made me feel like I was in a museum.

I couldn't help but gawk as I made my way through the place. The living room was like a dream. Soft, velvet couches and chairs were everywhere, so plush you could practically sink into them. Paintings and tapestries covered the walls, like something out of a history book. And don't even get me started on the fireplace! It was huge, with flames dancing and crackling like something out of a movie. All around were paintings that probably cost more than Mom's salary as a nurse.

The dining room was even more posh. A long, mahogany table stretched out in front of me, set with fancy plates and silverware that looked like they belonged in a museum. A chandelier hung overhead, sparkling with crystals and casting a warm light over everything.

In the kitchen, everything was shiny and new. Stainless steel appliances lined the walls, and there were bowls of fruit and baskets of bread everywhere. It smelled amazing, like something out of a cooking show. Chefs walked around the house; they had fucking chefs? I thought the Butler was much, but they had more staff. Didn’t rich people know how to cook for themselves?

As I wandered around, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. I mean, we have a house; it's nice and all, but it's nothing like this. Lizzie's family must be really rich to live in a place like this. But as much as I envied her, I couldn't help but feel grateful that she was my friend, never judging me because of my scholarship like Tiffany did, and by the looks of it, Tiffany wasn’t even half as wealthy as Lizzie and König are.

"Mutter, Vater, Ich dachte Papa ist in Salzburg gerade," König said. He sounded more confident when he spoke German.

Lizzie's parents looked like nice people; her Dad was the tallest man I've ever seen and looked a bit intimidating, while her mom looked a lot like Lizzie herself, just older.

"Dein Vater hat gehört, ihr kommt hier her und ist direkt gekommen," her dad replied.

"Also, seid ihr nicht wieder zusammen?" Lizzie’s voice sounded so different in German, but she still sounded nice and soft.

"Nein, und sprech Englisch, das ist unhöflich gegenüber deinen Gästen," her mom scolded, her voice too loud for the small room.

"So, who do we have here?" Lizzie’s father asked curiously.

"I'm John Price, sir."

"Oh, like William Price?"

"Yes, that's my old man."

"We worked together quite a bit for his campaign."

"Wait, my dad worked with Kortac?" John lost the color of his face, and I really needed to know what the fuck Kortac is.

"I'm Johnny MacTavish."

"Well, didn’t hear of your family," Lizzie’s dad mustered Johnny.

"Richard, be nice," Lizzie’s mom scolded, in a tone too loud for the room. "Okay, and you are?" She gestured to me.

"Simon Riley, nice to meet you both, sir," I replied politely, shaking his hand, only to get my hand crushed.

As I followed Lizzie's family into the dining room, I couldn't believe my eyes. The table was like something out of a fancy restaurant, but way bigger. There were so many dishes spread out that I had never seen or tried before. I mean, I knew what a salad was and some of the other stuff, but there were these little black things in jars that Lizzie's dad called "caviar." I had no idea what that was, but everyone seemed to be enjoying it, so I tried a tiny bit. It was salty and kinda strange, definitely not like anything I'd ever eaten. Johnny looked as confused as me; of course, the academy had fancy food, but this was weird. And so much different from what mom cooked for us, and I longed for her lasagna right now.

Then there were all these different forks and spoons and knives laid out next to the plates. I was used to just one fork and one spoon at home, but here, it was like a whole set of tools just for eating. I glanced over at Lizzie, who noticed my confusion and tried to discreetly explain which fork to use for which course. But I could tell I was still getting it wrong.

Lizzie's family seemed used to all this fancy stuff, chatting away as they effortlessly used their array of utensils. Meanwhile, I was struggling not to knock over a glass or use the wrong fork. Her mom smiled kindly at me and offered some advice on what to try next, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. John and König, of course, knew how to act. I noticed how Lizzie’s dad liked John, but Lizzie’s mom definitely liked me.

It was strange; they were so familiar with each other, chatting at dinner and laughing, listening to Lizzie ramble about the school teaching shitty German. It was so different than at home; no one screamed, no one cried, and, most importantly, no one punched each other.

Johnny and I slept in one of the various guest chambers, and it was so comfortable, the best sleep I've ever had until I heard Lizzie scream from next door. I ran towards her room; I didn’t know what was wrong, but I needed to find out.

She lay in her luxurious room, whining and shaking in her sleep. I always thought rich families like these never had any problems, but here she was having night terrors.

I sat next to her in bed, brushing my hand towards her silky hair. "I'm here, Lizzie, everything is good."

"Please don’t kill me; I don’t know anything," she cried, and then König walked in, pushing me to the side while grabbing her in his bulky arms, whispering to her something in German until she calmed down and slept peacefully again. Now, all of us stood in her room. I just wanted to comfort Lizzie, telling her everything would be fine again.

"What was this?" John asked.

"Nightmares."

"That’s more than nightmares, mate," Johnny said, earning a death glare from König. I didn’t know what I thought, but I stood up and walked towards her bed again, cuddling her like Mom and Dad always did. For the first time, I could protect someone, and I’d protect her like she protected me.

"LEAVE."

"No, she is my best friend; I won’t leave." Slowly, after minutes, John and Johnny climbed into Lizzie’s bed. All of us wanted to comfort the girl who gave us everything every day. And so all five of us played together in the bed, eager to protect her from whatever haunted her. It was nice; having her in my arms was the last thought before I slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep.

[maisoncomique]

if you didn't plagiarise maliciously, why respond so maliciously when people called it out?

and like this is not like he plagiarised arguments from dry academic texts (which would've been bad enough). these were essays that had a lot of the original writers' personalities in them. and he kept in those indicators of personality - jokes, turns of phrase, observations from their own personal experiences - and just went yeah i'll have that. i'll have my audience think that's me.

i just truly hate the way he's trying to frame it like he was making videos out of collections of other peoples' arguments to form an essay and just didn't cite people properly or 'forgot' to cite them at all 'in some cases'

there's no reason at all to copy and paste other peoples' first person essays which have their own unique writing voice and then just read em out in first person yourself unless you want your audience to think that's YOUR writing voice. i find it impossible to believe he had any intention of letting his audience know that that voice wasn't his own.

and i don't think making up random women to hate is a type of misinformation you can include accidentally and non-maliciously

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Based on this fnaf ask game :3

Got so many asks about Henry and William's childhoods, wowie

Henry's childhood was a pretty standard childhood as ranch hand childhoods go. He grew up running around sheep, cattle, horses, goats, going to state fairs, and getting really bad sunburns. He's a hunter, a mechanic, a herder, and the gifted one in the entirety of his family. Henry may have gotten a bit of a big head for his individuality in his tiny Utah community. His older siblings think he's annoying as hell because of Henry's inability to take a joke and will state facts at them unprompted, his younger brother intimidated. Also, he got special treatment from their parents for his gifts.

Henry has an older brother, Barry, an older sister, Jenny, and a younger brother, Quincy, making him the second youngest. His mom really likes her 'y's. When it comes to his parents, there's his mother Joanna and his father Floyd. Floyd served in WWII, a little bit after Henry was born in August of 1943, and Joanna is the area's expert on whatever strange question or task you had.

Henry was exceptional in school, both athletically and academically, but as he got older, he became more reclusive and stand-offish, starting high school with friends and a part of many programs, but by the time he graduated, he didn't have much of anyone at all and flat out didn't want to be around anyone.

Even as a child, Henry could be described as having a dry personality. His grandmother probably makes jokes about having a stone-still face even as a baby. He made friends easily, but it was keeping them that was the problem. Very controlling even as a child; bossy about how things were done and convinced that there was a right and wrong way to play games. A lot of this behavior usually lead to physical altercations.

Still, pretty decent childhood overall.

William was far less successful in his childhood.

He doesn't like to talk about his family, only having opened up to Henry about it a few times, but from the details Henry heard, Henry doesn't want to hear much else.

William attended Catholic school in the English countryside, within walking distance of his old house. He hated going home, frequently running away into the woods. His father, Edward, was practically never home because he worked in the city and when he was home, he was drunk. Will is the youngest of five kids (three boys, two girls) and does not like any member of his family, has more of a fear, really. Especially of his oldest brother, Eddie. He doesn't talk about his mom.

Still, despite everything, there were things he loved to do, like reading, dressing up, running around outside, drawing, and bunnies. Unfortunately, he had to keep these hobbies a secret, but he loved them, nevertheless. He was very kind to animals but loathed people. He hated a lot of things about people, especially religion. William was known to get into spats with other kids in the schoolyard and fuss about going to mass. He was bored in school for the most part and had a problem with sitting still and paying attention, of which he would get punished for.

When he was twelve, his father moved him and William to the city and they've been staying in the mechanic shop where Edward works ever since then. Perhaps the only kind gesture his father really ever showed to him was moving them. He stopped going to school and started hanging around with other kids in alleys and streets. His sweet nature was soon replaced with something brash and vulgar. Still loves his bunnies though.

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yes we remember academic rivals….. and e2l… and bodyguard au…. my roman empires actually 🫠

these three are my favorite au’s tbh, so here’s a little something from e2l and the bodyguard au (i’ll share the academic rivals one in a separate post later LOL)

exes to lovers au

January 23rd, 2023

Her fingers are white from how hard they grip the steering wheel—if that’s any indication of her current mental state. There are half-moons being carved into the palms of her hands; her nail polish is merely a former shell of what it once was, perfectly manicured hands ruined and chipped to oblivion. There’s no amount of concealer that could cover the puffiness under her eyes—she’s already tried. And her throat is dry and coarse. Mikasa doesn’t even want to know what her voice sounds like—it’s probably pathetic, if it’s anything like the sobs she tried to stifle in her pillow all night.

She thought a night’s rest would’ve granted her the tiniest bit of reprieve from all of this. But she woke up, feeling as if it was all some sadistic joke—only something the most convoluted parts of her brain could have conjured. Her Eren would be there beside her when she woke up, to greet her in the earliest hours of the morning, just as he did and promised he always would do.

But the morning only proved to be a reminder that promises are apparently meant to be broken, and things evidently change. Instead, Mikasa woke up to an empty bed and a tear-stricken pillow, her phone void of any messages from the only person she wanted to her from.

Despite all this, she picked herself up, knowing her life had to continue—a breakup can’t put her life on pause, as much as she wished it did.

Through the corner of her eyes, she could see Sasha’s wavering stares, rooted in concern for what Sasha deemed as apathy. But to Mikasa, this is all she could do. Try and carry on. What other choice does she have?

The silence in the car is deafening, it’s just Mikasa and her thoughts—the only thing she’s had to accompany her in the last twelve hours—something she unfortunately now has to grow accustomed to.

We aren’t together. We aren’t together. We aren’t together.

The thought bangs against her head as she drives down the street, demanding to be heard—there isn’t much point listening to music when it wouldn’t drown out the sound of her subconscious. Thoughts of him. Of them. Of the events that transpired leading up to everything. Of the breakup.

We aren’t together. We aren’t together. We aren’t together.

Promises to herself combat her thoughts—no more tears. She’s cried enough already. Tears won’t absolve her of her pain. They won’t mend the hole in her heart. Won’t fix her broken relationship—or what once was. And they certainly won’t get her through her shift.

We aren’t together. We aren’t together. We aren’t together.

She allows the sigh at the tip of her tongue to escape her lips before she finally loosens her grip on the steering wheel, color starting to return to her fingertips at the release. Just get through today, she tells herself. Her hand finds the knob on the radio, something, anything, to silence her mind.

But life doesn’t ever seem to be kind. When has it ever?

She gets her answer in the first cord strike—Eren’s favorite song. All the strength she pretends to have can’t stop the tears she’s been holding from falling with every passing note.

bodyguard au

The air in his throat gets stuck. “I mean—no,” he hesitates, knowing that there’s some level of truth behind his sentiment. “But just how bad could she possibly be?”

Rather than Kenny responding, Levi takes charge of the conversation, growing tired of the elusiveness. “To put it simply, her parents… They have their… reasons behind the things that they do, and their daughter isn’t always the most… cooperative,” he says, deliberate with his words. “While they care about her safety, that’s of the utmost concern… there are also, as I said, reasons for you being hired as well.”

A young, rich girl living in the city, who, according to her parents, doesn’t cooperate. He’s almost certain his job, outside of the general security and protection aspect, is for one thing. “So they want me to make sure she stays in line,” he thinks aloud.

Levi sighs. “More or less, yes. Their daughter, she’s a bit of a handful, and we just need to make sure you’re not going to quit the second she starts being difficult.”

“I work at a casino—I deal with difficult people all the time,” he shrugs.

“You haven’t met Mikasa; she’s a bit more than just difficult,” Levi emphasizes.

A sigh escapes Eren, frustrated at the back and forth. While he sees their point, and it does raise some concerns in his mind, he has his own reasons for being open to the initial proposition in the first place. “It seems like you don’t want me to take this job the way you’re trying to convince me that she’s going to be such a handful,” he says plainly. “I have my own reasons for being interested in the position, so whether she’s going to be difficult or not isn’t that big of a deal to me.”

[sufficiently-advanced]

hi! I got a bunch of asks, and I figured I should (after 5 years) finally give an update.

unfortunately, though I enjoyed this for a long time, the hobby of writing faux-academic analyses of wands has long been soured for me bc I am, yknow, trans in the uk. I don't want to help sustain positive and neutral attention on jk rowling and contribute to the money she is using to fund and spearhead uk and us movements against trans people. It is truly wild to have reason to have beef with a famous children's author but here we are. Years later, these movements are still using that harry potter money and social cred to try to make questioning trans people's existence seem like a liberal free-speech common sense position that's unfairly targeted by radical, hysterical trans activists.

(Here is a tracker of the rise in current legislation restricting trans peoples' participation in public life in the us; the current uk prime minister made a jab against trans people this week in parliament, unknowingly in front of the mother of a trans teenager recently murdered in a hate-motivated attack, part of his customary appeal to right-wing culture war rhetoric. This is, as that first link points out, not his first public joke lampooning trans people, and as the stonewall link below mentions hate-motivated crimes against trans people have increased over 150% in the last few years, but only in the aftermath of a girl's murder has labour pushed back against our identities being part of a national debate.)

Interacting with people still into harry potter feels like a real toss-up. It feels depressingly likely, given what I see online and the beliefs of some of my coworkers, relatives and acquaintances, that I'm writing for someone who thinks nonbinary people are fine as long as they aren't too scarily masculine-looking, and trans women are fine as long as they're really nice and never say anything challenging and make themselves as small and cis-acceptable as possible and only react to people's cruelty with self-sacrificing grace, and trans men are fine as long as they are cute and don't look like neckbeards and are suitably disdainful of masculinity but also not too trender-y, and this whole thing about harry potter is kind of overblown but you can't say that because trans people looove to cancel people. I don't want to write stuff for people who hold these beliefs if I can avoid it! Writing non-harry potter related stuff is the best way to avoid it right now.

If some of these statements feel challenging to you - I was there once too, as a confused angry teenager who felt like gay people were trying to make me feel bad about myself. The social media landscape genuinely makes change more painful than it has to be. Personally, working to humanise and listen to people I was unthinkingly taught to disregard, ignore, disdain or pity has been one of the most rewarding projects of my life, even though by definition it will probably never be complete, and also it can be difficult and vulnerable. I hope you can find it rewarding too. If you're mostly like 'wow, I for real didn't hear about any of this', happy for you, there are links below so you know what's up and can identify some messages you might have absorbed without knowing it.

I won't be updating this blog with any more analyses. Thanks for reading, especially if you had to push through discomfort or fear to do so, and for liking my analyses enough to follow! If you have questions, here are some good resources to look at:

the basics of 'what does trans mean, like, practically?';

a great primer on what we actually know about trans people in britain (useful for outside-of-britain questions too);

a video introducing jk rowling's contribution to anti-trans movements and the discussion of whether to separate the art from the artist, and, if you're interested, a dry but short video about some of her direct links to conservative anti-trans and anti-gay groups in the us and uk

if you have more questions after looking at these, the facebook group 'You Might Wanna Learn More About Trans People' is an active group where you can ask them, anonymously if you want to.

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Just (Werewolf!) Papa Solomons Things:

Rainy days with your little dove

TH Masterlist

- Spent indoors with reading and drinking tea and/or coffee.

- He smells like the rain, mixed with the sweat of the transformation.

- Grumbles about the weather being rotten on the way home. “‘S bad for me sciatica.”

- Tries to stay awake on the tube and train. On the former he’s glad to have found a seat, too tired to keep himself standing. On the train, he’s glad he has your shoulder to rest his head on (and subsequently use as a pillow for a nap that’s totally not a nap).

- On days like this he wants to do everything together. The usual shower while you make breakfast gets swapped for a two-person bath, a little moment to enjoy together while enjoying a light snack like a fruit salad.

- Alfie loves it when you towel his hair. It’ll immediately cause him to purr.

- After he’s made sure you’re nice and dry as well as dressed in one of his hoodies, he’ll tag along to the kitchen.

- Now, no matter if he’s still worn and haggard from a night lost to the beast inside, he insists on making you breakfast. Although you know protesting is of no use, you have one extremely effective weapon to use against him.

- Wolfy.

- The silly nickname you gave him when he confessed to being a werewolf. You meant it as a very bad joke, but knew he was serious when he didn’t return your smile.

- Now throw in some beard scratches and you, my dear, have the Alpha of the Camden pack on his knees.

- Hey, whatever works to get him to sit down on the chaise longue by the window in the living room, which provides a marvellous view of the sea. He needs rest and relaxation, not his usual incessant worrying about you.

- And he worries a lot.

- Though Alfie might not show it, he’s mortified of the consequences which come with the very real potential the Wolf can be unleashed if he doesn’t watch his temper.

- If he loses himself for a split second in your vicinity, he could potentially kill you. Because even though he’s aware the Wolf is in love with you too, there’s nothing to protect you once instinct kicks in and it’s either kill or be killed.

- And if he comes to his senses and your mauled body is the first thing he sees, well…

- Let’s say Camden will lose its King and Highgate will have a royal tomb.

- So he has to make sure he’s safe for you.

- Some of his rings and bracelets have been swapped out for ones that contain silver to supplement his medication.

- Alfie has asked his doctor to up the dosage of the drugs he takes to suppress the Wolf and slow its influence over his mind and body. The same goes for the suppressants.

- Lycanthropy is a terminal condition. Not in the traditional sense of a literal death, but rather the death of the Human Self. This phenomenon is known as ‘going feral’.

- It’s extremely rare for Ferals to regain their Human Self, though such cases have been reported and are a hot research topic in the academic community.

- Alfie is such a case.

- Fell in love the moment he saw you admiring the Aira Force. No, he did more than that.

- He imprinted in you.

- After thirty-four years of silently pondering the question why everyone seemed to find their mate with ease and he didn’t, he found the answer.

- He simply needed to wait because his little dove wasn’t born yet.

- (I’m sorry, but I kinda have this canon of Alfie having a partner younger than him. Let’s say at least half his age. Look, he’s Papa Solomons for a reason, eh?)

- Despite knowing how detrimental it is to his Human Self, Alfie likes to shift and doze off after brekkie. After all, he’s spent the majority of his life as a Wolf and therefore is more comfortable in his other form.

- If it’s winter, you can frequently find him curled up by the fireplace.

- But today the weather is rotten and the craving for your company insatiable. Henceforth, after an elaborate breakfast enjoyed in comfortable silence, you two crawl into bed.

- Alfie loves reading, but he can’t seem to keep his eyes open. From the corner of your eye, you notice him starting to nod off yet fiercely fight the fatigue.

- Nevertheless, soon after, a soft sonorous snoring mingles with the tapping of the rain against the window. You put your own book to the side to gently pluck his (The Language of Food by Annabel Abbs) out of his big wolf paws and lift his glasses off of his nose to put them on his bedside table.

- Regardless of his unconscious state, Alfie pulls you flush against him after you’ve manoeuvred him into a more comfortable position. Legs entwined, one hand cradling the back of your head, and his back towards the door, he holds you.

- Because he’s your Wolfy.

- Your protector.

- The Queen’s wolf.

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[post-office-by-the-bay]

this is your second mate giselle speaking,

HII COVEY!!! how was prom??? and how are you doing??? anyways, omg i have a little love life update (the legacy of aphrodite is coming out) and it’s pretty crazy!!! okay so first of all, i met this amazing guy, let’s call him joe. so i’ve seen joe around in the halls since like september and i’ve always been like woah i love his style he’s so cute and he was so silly like so adorable. and he’s waved to me in the hallway before even though we didn’t even know each others names, and he’s smiled at me, OMG AND ONCE HE TRIED TO THROW SOMETHING INTO THE TRASH CAN AT LUNCH AND HE MISSED AND THIS DUDE FR PUT BOTH HANDS ON TOPD OF HIS HEAD AND GOES “OH NO 😨” IN THE MOST DRAMATIC WAY AND I BURST OUT LAUGHING- anyways, so we made eye contact and i felt really bad and embarrassed because i was laughing with him but he didn’t know that, but we make eye contact and he just smiles at me like- i ascended into heaven. anyways, turns out my friend is besties with him so she was like imma put u on fr fr. so she like talked to some of his friends as well and they were like oh yeah i know giselle blah blah she’s really pretty and i think she’d go great with joe! and like trust me, we would’ve been AMAZING TOGETHER. like, basically he’s a skater boy and i’m like coquette, rory gilmore, academic weapon yk? like he was fr a punk (skater) and i did ballet (figure skating) so it was like perfect because i’m also really academically driven and he def isn’t failing but yk he isn’t like me? like imagine a short (i’m 5’2) girl in a black turtle neck carrying her books that takes things way too seriously and is super uptight with her brunette hair in a bun, and then a guy with super messy curls that’s super tall and really lanky with baggy jeans and sweaters and headphones that is super chill all of the time just balancing her out! literally the lyric “you know how to ball i know aristotle” by taylor swift! and our mutual friends said he would get me to loosen up and he’s super sweet and i’d get him to lock in for once and i’ll being calmness and stuff into his life. it would’ve been opposites attract! so we meet, we hit it off, he says he liked my outfit, (he even stood up to talk to me instead of just sitting down at his lunch table!), asked for my number, and he laughed at all of my jokes, i made him nervous (in the good way), and it was just so amazing. and afterwards i heard him saying like “woah she was so pretty thank you for introducing me to her sm” to my friend. and now we’re texting nonstop and he’s trying to meet me after class and walk me from club meetings (i asked him to pick me up from class and he went “time and place” LIKE OMG!!!) and we have the same music taste and and and one day he leaves me on opened… just completely ghosts. and i ask him if he wants to walk around and he goes “nah i have to lock in for this class” which like yea i get! but combined with the ghosting and becoming dry and bored with me… and he hasn’t responded for six days… and all of our friends are so confused because even his closest friends were like dude he likes you i know him trust me (body language, the way he acted with me, the fact that he gave me his number, and the fact that they know him super closely). i’m just like torn because idk what happened! anyways this is the longest thing i’ve ever written and i hope i wasn’t boring you 😭 but yea my love life will definitely make aphrodite proud!!! at least it’s entertaining… oh and you don’t have to like give me advice or anything if you don’t want to i thought it’d just be fun to update you on my crazy love life! spilling the tea is one of my many passions frfr

this is your second mate giselle signing off,

with love,

dior giselle

my beloved heart, dior, giselle

OH MY GOD WHAT IS BRO DOING???? NOT HIM FUMBLING WHAT IS GOING ON????

the switch up is kinda insane...i wonder if like maybe hes feeling insecure or something??? like maybe he likes you too much and feels like hes not good enough or something??? i dont know boys are so confusing sometimes i wish i didn't like them lmao-

anyways, i hope you reached out to you eventually!! you guys do seem like you'd make a cute couple!!

all my love,

covey 𐙚⊹ �� ˖

[otakween]

0-Man - Volume 2

These volumes are taking me ages to get through. They're good and fun reads but sooo dense and full of kanji I can't read. Most of the charm comes from the visuals anyway, so I think it's still worthwhile to pick up if you're at the intermediate level like me.

Chapters 14 & 15

Chapter one was really short so I'm combining things. We kick off after the end of volume 1. The gang accidentally set off a chain reaction of volcanoes. The bad guys try to freeze the ensuing eruption, but that just starts a huge blizzard which will lead to the ice age of their freezing machine isn't stopped. Dun dun dunnn.

I was relieved to get a little levity with the Professor acting nice again and everyone sitting down for dinner. The gag of Ricky's mom being bad at human cooking was pretty lame though (I'm sick of the "a woman who can't cook???" joke in anime).

We got another dead parent!? Sheesh so many deaths in this series. At least Pete didn't really like his dad anyways.

Ricky's tail gets all messed up in this chapter after a plank of wood falls on it and he has to yank it out. For a second I thought he ripped part of it off, but I don't think they'd do that. (Edit: they absolutely do do that).

New 0 men lore: they have a very high tolerance for cold and heat. I kinda feel like they threw that in there to excuse the fact that Ricky's always in short shorts lol

Ch. 16

The professor meets with other academics to explain the current situation and to prove the existence of 0 men. He essentially makes Ricky reveal his tail without his consent which was kind of uncomfy. But the world is literally ending, so I'll allow it lol

So they ultimately decide they need to nuke Japan to destroy the ice machine. Seems like it would be pretty hard to evacuate an entire country fast enough to do that, but okay...

I wonder how often nukes are the answer in apocalyptic stories? I read a book awhile back about giant spiders taking over the planet and nukes were the answer in that situation too. That book was wild...

Ch. 17

The Japanese public evacuate but the 0-men stay behind because...??? I don't really know. Maybe they just have a good nuke shelter or something? Or maybe they need to help the professor.

The joke about children being better behaved than adults during the evacuation was great. I feel like that can be true sometimes because kids are used to the structure of school and learning their manners whereas adults are further removed from those lessons. (Also kids tend towards being less mean spirited in general).

Two new human men are introduced purely for slapstick it seems like. Their jokes are very Three Stooges old timey. I was rolling my eyes, but it's wholesome at least. It was cute when they tied scarves to their pants to be polite (when they saw Ricky's mom's tail).

Abruptly, Ricky's mom gets carted away by sketchy men who want to experiment on her. Dun dun dunnnn

Ch. 18

Tezuka sure packed a lot into this chapter. The gang saved Ricky's mom, had a shoot out, escaped to the professor's base and then the villain kinda forgave Ricky because he protected the base from a bomb? Whirlwind.

By the way, I don't know anyone's names because I can't read kanji names lol (katakana names are all good though)

This chapter was pretty violent! I was momentarily traumatized by Ricky's mom's leg and tail snapping off until they revealed it was a mannequin. It was still kind effed up to see! Also Ricky just spears a dude almost to death. Hardcore for a little guy.

On top of the violence, seeing someone being experimented on with dry ice as they yell "please, I'm a living being!!" is pretty distressing as well. I don't even know for sure if everything's gonna be fine because they already killed off a few people...

Ch. 19

Dangit, I wish this was translated by...anybody! There isn't even a fan translation. I'm just barely scraping by with my kanji reading skills but I'm missing out on a lot. For example, Ricky and the other 0 men refuse to evacuate to the underground. Why? IDK...Also, the nuke seemingly does nothing after they launch it. Did they explain why? Maybe, but I missed it if they did. Oh well...I still get the jist.

Seeing everyone prep for the launch of the missile and pre-mourn the loss of their country was really sad. I'm glad such plot points aren't too taboo in Japan. They explore this stuff a lot.

Ch. 20

And this is the chapter where I remember that Tezuka was definitely a furry lol. I don't say that mockingly, I love his animal/anthro illustrations. They just feature so prominently in his work.

Pretty crazy to find out that Ricky's dad is still alive like a zillion chapters after he "died." I mean...saw it coming, but the timing is unusual.

The shenanigans were fun this time because they realize it's "Muu Muu day" in the 0-man kingdom. This is apparently a day where everyone dresses up like animals, including humans, so a human showing up isn't suspicious. Ricky looked really cute in his squirrel costume.

I've gradually started to notice more creative panel arrangements and lettering showing up. It's interesting to see Japanese characters written in wacky ways that I'm not used to. Seems like it would be tricky to write kanji in bubble letters...

Ch. 21

Sheeesh, this manga is wild. It almost feels like every chapter there's some new apocalyptic event. Also, a surprising amount of death.

The cliffhanger ending for this chapter was Ricky and his dad plummeting from space in a spaceship, crash landing and then dad finding Ricky's disembodied tail!?

Okay, there's no way that Ricky really lost his iconic tail. What's the explanation gonna be this time...? (Edit: Nope, he actually lost his tail).

Ch. 22

This chapter had everything: random Popeye cameo, casual racism towards Fiji and Native Americans, and a Titanic parody where the Titanic was called the Tihenic (get it, because taihen? I laughed...)

So instead of global warming we have global freezing. An interesting concept nowadays. I guess the polar bears would flourish? Or would they still suffer because they need some water to hunt...hmmm

This was a Ricky-free chapter. Instead we caught up with Pete in America who is apparently staying with a new professor whose name I forgot immediately. His hair is pretty terrible. Pete and professor bad hair are being forced to build a rocket so that this evil dude can escape Earth. Sounds like something Elon would do lol

Ch. 23

Okay, so Ricky really did lose his tail, that's crazy. He's practically just a normal boy now.

It was really depressing when Ricky's dad thought he was finally experiencing some human kindness only for them to betray him :'(

I feel like we've kinda lost the plot at this point. Or maybe this manga was always intended to be episodic? The apocalyptic ice age stuff still lingers in the background, but the 0-man characters are kind of just ignoring that and trying to survive. (Edit: that plot line does come back as the main focus).

Ch. 24

Damn, someone needs to get Ricky a new pair of pants. Poor kid is just going around with a huge rip on the bottom.

The revelation that Ricky's lost some of his balance due to not having a tail anymore was interesting. I wonder if prosthetic tails exist in this universe?

Not really sure how Ricky ended up finding Pete and Professor Royal (learned his name). Good to see the gang back together even though they weren't apart for very long to begin with lol.

The gag with the driver crying over Ricky and being given wind shield wipers for his eyes was cute

Ch. 25

Lol is it just me or were they all concerned with saving Ricky and then they just immediately gave up and started building rockets instead? I guess they've assumed he's dead by now.

So the bad guy having a rocket built for himself (and maybe his lackeys) and the good guys are trying to build enough rockets to allow all of humanity to escape Earth. It's a little too relatable how they've decided that Earth is beyond saving climate-wise.

[pocket-luv101]

Cecilias // CynoNari

Fandom: Genshin Impact Ship: CynoNari

Summary: Tighnari helps Albedo design a card back for Cyno.

“Cyno has an unexpected fondness for plants like desert shrubs, lotuses and roses. You can use flowers for the border of his new card back. He wants Dvalin to be the centerpiece so you should choose a Mondstadt flower to match. Unfortunately, I’ve only read of the flowers here and I’m not very artistic so I can’t make further suggestions.”

Tighnari walked along the cliff with Albedo. The view was breathtaking and he wished that he could share it with Cyno and Collei. They were both busy with their own sightseeing though. A pleasant breeze passed him and filtered through the swaying Cecilias. He wanted to collect a few flower samples to bring back to Sumeru and study. Albedo joined him because the view would give him inspiration for Cyno’s commission. During the hike, their conversation naturally drifted to Cyno.

“Aether wrote to me of his adventures in Sumeru. Cyno was not how I imagined the General Mahamatra to be. Though, he did say that he’s the Adventurer Cyno on this trip.” Tighnari couldn’t read Albedo’s expression to know whether he truly enjoyed Cyno’s joke or not. “I’m curious how you and Collei came to know Cyno. He doesn’t seem like the type to mix work and personal relationships.”

“Actually, we met through his work. He suspected me of academic corruption and investigated my study group.” Tighnari had told the story of how he met Cyno countless times because many people would ask the same question as Albedo. Shock briefly passed his face and he quickly added: “It was a misunderstanding. You can imagine my surprise when the General Mahamatra approached me with flowers and apologized for wrongly suspecting me. I must’ve left a good impression because he asked me to care for Collei on his behalf.”

“Since I have a little sister, that decision is a significant sign of trust.” Albedo nodded. He was often busy with his alchemy and I couldn’t play with Klee whenever she wished. He took solace in the fact that Mondstadt was a carefree city and she could always find a knight to help her. “Cyno and I have a lot in common, it seems. I am captain of an investigation team and we enjoy dry humour.”

“It might be more accurate to call his puns forced rather than just dry humour.” Tighnari walked further up the mountain where the wind was stronger. He was certain that he could hear the silence that would often follow one of Cyno’s jokes. “I’m glad that you like his jokes. They’re not the best jokes but he puts a lot of effort into them. So far, only Nahida has laughed at his jokes. On the other hand, your comment about jokes not needing to make people laugh will encourage him to tell those puns the entire journey back to Sumeru.”

“His jokes are quite witty.” Albedo tilted his head in confusion. He thought that Tighnari would’ve appreciate Cyno’s puns because he was also a scholar. On the other hand, he also considered Aether and Sucrose to be intelligent yet they didn’t laugh either. Humans were truly confusing at times. “I will listen to his jokes so you don’t have to.”

“It’s not about that.” He realized how his previous words could sound like disdain for his humour and corrected Albedo. “The reason I’m glad Cyno’s jokes is because he’ll have one more person who understands him. Due to his reputation as the General Mahamatra, people are far too wary of him. They only need to give him a chance to see how kind, loyal and funny he is. Don’t tell him about that last one. It’ll further encourage his bad jokes.”

“You really care about Cyno, don’t you?”

“Of course, we have a close relationship.” He nodded in agreement but there were deeper feelings that he didn’t voice. Tighnari held the Cecilia flower against his lips and its pale colour contrasted with the blush on his cheeks. “I want him to be happy. I learned how to play Genius Invokation TCG just for him. The game is unexpectedly fun. Though, it’s impossible to force myself to laugh at his jokes. I respect Cyno too much to lie about his puns.”

Tighnari began to ramble about Cyno like he would with his love for plants. With each word, a fond smile grew over his face until his feelings were impossible to hide. He didn’t appear to realize it himself. Despite how he wanted Cyno to find more friends who understood him, a part of him couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. His mother warned him that fennec foxes could be territorial.

“When did you and Cyno start dating?” Albedo considered it an innocent question until he saw the way Tighnari’s ears flattened. His blush grew and the flower he held couldn’t hide it anymore. While they were camping, Tighnari spoke with a sharp tongue and Albedo didn’t expect to see him become flustered. It was clear that Tighnari had yet to confess to Cyno.

“I heard that Mondstadt was carefree but I didn’t expect you to be so direct with your words. Even scholars in the Akademiya would have the social grace to not talk about someone’s romantic life.” Tighnari tried to brush aside Albedo’s words. He quickly realized that was impossible because Albedo continued to probe him with questions.

“Did I read the situation wrong? Alice told me that I could be too recluse and that will affect my relationships. I tend to overthink human relationships too. I thought I was improving in recent years.” Albedo mused to himself. His voice was more curious than regretful. Then, he faced Tighnari and said: “You should tell Cyno how you feel. During Windblume, people will give flowers to their loved ones and express their feelings.”

“Can we discuss the card back for Cyno?” Tighnari tried to steer the conversation away from his unspoken feelings for his best friend.

“Do you want the card back to be the Windblume that you’ll give to Cyno? It’s unconventional but people are free to choose anything that symbolizes love and freedom.” Albedo took out his sketchbook from his bag. “I have a few designs in mind based on our earlier discussion. The Cecilia flower is said to represent a once wayward heart transformed by the power of love.”

“Wayward heart?” Tighnari repeated the words and laughed softly to himself. His gaze wandered to the flowers around them and they reminded him of Cyno’s long hair. Sometimes, he would run his fingers through his hair similar to how the wind passed through the flowers now. “Cyno values justice and I can’t remember a time his heart has ever wavered. His job is important to him and a relationship would make it complicated. I won’t let that happen.”

“I know of a time when Cyno’s heart was uncertain.” Albedo surprised Tighnari. He had known Cyno for years yet he wasn’t able to think of what he could be referring to. “Years ago, I overheard a conversation between Cyno and Lisa. I think it was when Collei first came to Mondstadt. Cyno insisted that Collei should stay here.”

Tighnari’s brows furrowed together in confusion. He recalled the day Cyno introduced him to Collei. That night, they discussed how they would raise her and everything she needed. There wasn’t a hint of doubt or hesitation in his voice.

Albedo continued: “Cyno was adamant that it was dangerous to take her back to the Akademiya. The sages might treat her like a test subject.”

“I understand now.” Tighnari said and bit his lip. Cyno had told him about his childhood in the Akademiya. While his adoptive father and Lisa were kind to Cyno, they couldn’t protect him from everything. “He never told me directly but I already assumed that was why he wanted to help Collei seal the god’s remains. What made him decide to bring her to Sumeru in the end?”

“You,” was Albedo’s simple answer. “He told Lisa that there’s a scholar who he trusts with his life. This scholar was a moral and kind man who could help Collei. He wouldn’t make such a decision lightly. Cyno doesn’t consider you or Collei a burden to his job. He’s likely waiting for you to confess first like you decided to do.”

“I—”

“Tighnari!” He heard Cyno call his name from the base of the base of the mountain. Tighnari ran to meet him halfway. As they drew closer, Tighnari could see the different plants in Cyno’s arms and the subtle smile on his lips. Cyno stopped in front of him and handed him a Windwheel Aster from his makeshift bouquet. “I managed to take a picture of Dvalin and I wanted to show it to you. I picked a few Mondstadt specialties on the way here. This knight showed me where they were.”

“Thank you, Cyno. These would be great for my research once we return to Sumeru.” Tighnari slipped the Cecilia flower and the Windwheel Aster into the bouquet before he took the flowers. “You came just in time because Albedo and I were working on your card back. I made a few suggestions to him. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I trust you.” Cyno said. He noticed a few petals caught in Tighnari’s hood and he dusted them away. “The wind is strong here. What did the ocean say to the Cecilia flowers growing at the top of the cliff? Well, the flower couldn’t hear him so he just waved.”

“You must be in a great mood to make a pun like.” Tighnari laughed. Cyno didn’t expect him to do so and he was pleasantly surprised by the sight. “Let’s show that photo to Albedo. I told him you would prefer to have the dragon in an action pose mid-flight.”

“You know me well and that’s why I trust you.”

[shmowder]

each day i keep embarrassing myself further over how little i know about tumblr...

im glad that my letters can make you feel better about your writtings... improvement is always there but sometimes you aren't able to notice it so you need others to remind you! that's what I'm here for

the only reason why I've been offline is because I've been trying to get my head off things and trying to strike inspiration for art but it's stupidly hard!!!!! but really I've been doing more than okay, thank you for caring. i hope you're okay too shmowder, and if you're not, that you are soon,🌈❤️‍🩹 <- gay heart

- 🌈

I'm not really trying to improve my writing nor is it even on my mind. I just write for fun and whatever happens happens, as long as I enjoy reading my writing, it means I reached my goals bc I am my own target audience.

Still, thank you for the compliment. The more you do something the more likely you are to get good at it. Skills aside, still being passionate about writing is what I take the most pride in! Passion is usually reserved for those new in a hobby and it runs dry the more you try to focus on toning your skills, as this source of enjoyment turns into another chore, a work to get done.

I'm glad I haven't lost that spark, that It's still fun in my eyes. That this is something I love doing.... Well, that is a lie. I have lost it many times, and I have also reignited it. Writing cause me so much misery and self-loathing before when now it's a source of relief and comfort.

Hmm, for art inspiration, what usually works for me is consuming more art I like. Dipping into experimental terrorises and seeing other's passione projects. The best of my writing came from a line I misread or a conversation with a friend that started as a joke but then turned into art.

Shame and fear are the biggest demotivaters. Shame of your inner desires to make a piece of art that other people deem cringy, fear that you'll always be insignificant, that your art will be lost to the void the second you post it after you poured all of your heart into it.

I especially understand wanting to get offline because of that. Much like I avoid reading other people's fanfics in a fandom I join. Even fanart sometimes leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Your brain can be your biggest enemy, as the habits that once helped you survive and thrive in a competitive academic world are now your biggest downfall in a creative one.

Take as much time as you need. You can do whatever you want forever. Making art is supposed to make you feel happy, or embody your feelings of sadness or else. Art is a reflection, a mirror you errode and shift, a piece of your soul you mould like clay. It was never something to be judged on or deemed worthy or not by, it's not a thing you can measure, there is no objectivity in art, you can't define bad art much like you can't define good art. How can you define something that has defying itself in its nature? Isn't anti-art and parodies also a form of art.

[crystalsatin]

“there’s no more ways you can surprise me since you looked at me different” – ant pile, dominic fike

⋆·˚ ༘ * pairing – peter parker x fem!reader synopsis – dating peter parker headcannons warnings – me bullying peter, british spellings vic’s notes – I wrote this with mcu!peter in mind, also these are kinda shit post type – headcannons

can’t cook to save his life

think you’re gonna have a cute baking date night? WRONG! he’s so bad you get frustrated and banish him from the kitchen

despite lacking in his kitchen skills, he’s a great boyfriend in almost every other aspect

you mentioned you like flowers? he buys them for you. talk about a movie you like? it’s his new favourite movie, too!

absolute sweetheart, may raised him right (ty queen)

he’s definitely a lot sassier than people think he is, I could talk about this topic for hours.

obsessed with everything about you tbh

he could listen to your voice for hours, stare at you until his eyes dry up because he doesn’t want to look away from you, cherishes anything you give him, he’s just in utter shock that a gorgeous person like you would even know he exsisted

#meganerd

don’t bring up star wars, science, or anything nerdy around him. he will ramble about it for ages before awkwardly realising he’s kinda making an idiot of himself

but it’s okay because you think it’s cute (I secretly do too, shush)

dad jokes, puns, and pop culture references are all he knows

when you first met, he accidentally let a stupid dad joke slip and he thought he completely messed up any possible chance he had with you

then you cracked a smile, and he nearly passed out (from embarrassment + how beautiful you are)

says he’ll “only help you” with homework, but you know that means he’ll end up doing it for you completely

knows literally nothing about girls, so he’s always asking questions (especially if you’re doing makeup/skincare around him)

“what’s this?” “what’s that?” pointing at everything and nearly knocking stuff over

he literally has superpowers, how is he so clumsy???????

he’s an academic weapon, but no common sense

cannot tell when you’re trying to make a move on him, either he’s actually blind or still in heavy denial that someone could be interested in him

if you know about him being spider-man, of course he takes you swinging, but he takes you to the best spots to watch the sunset. he only wants to give the best to you 🙏🙏

tries to compliment you but all that comes out is a mumbled mess (he’s such a nervous wreck)

will literally try anything to get you to laugh

he tries his hardest to stay cheerful around you, but on the odd occasions when he breaks down it’s the most gut wrenching thing ever

(i’ll never forgive you marvel for what you did to him.)

he’s actually a very fun person

when he eventually gets over his nerves, all he want’s to do is hang out with you and take you to the coolest places he knows

may showing you his baby pictures and he’s sat there entirely red

lol 🧍‍♀️

massive animal lover, he’s not a dog or a cat person because he loves them all equally

walks in the park after school>>>

if you handmade him anything (paintings, jewellery, etc.) he’d protect it with his life

he’s such a cutie, I wanna put him in my pocket

[changingplumbob]

Foster Household: Chapter 6, Part 3

Reece is trying to improve his skills for the football team, but how does that work when you're crushing on a teammate?

Deanna is in the computer lab playing on one of the expensive computers and Paris is getting into arguments.

Paris: No, you're the one inappropriately dressed

Reece: What are you doing?

Paris: This boar thinks just because she's a 4 star celeb she can tell me what to wear

Reece: It is freezing

Paris: So?

Reece: And you're wearing shorts

Paris: But so is she!

The two sims that were arguing with Paris storm off angrily.

Reece: Are you going to be warm enough

Paris: I have a cold weather outfit in my locker if I need it

Alfonso: If it isn't little miss frostbite

Paris: You shut the duck up!

Reece: Okay Paris, breathe, calmly

Paris: He started it... they always start it

Reece: You don't need to finish it every time, come inside, find Deanna

Paris: Fine, but I'm not afraid of that son of a llama

Deanna: Rough morning?

Paris: Why won't people accept I know my own mind

Deanna: Because you're female

Paris: *grumbles*

Deanna: I've got the warm clothes

Paris: Thanks babe, that stupid foster home dryer was meant to be fixed days ago but no, "things can drip dry in winter"

Mr O'Bryne: If you think math is useless, buckle up because I have some bad news. You'll be needing to use math for the rest of your life. So get comfy, put your phones down and for the watchers sake pay attention!

Samir: Why

Lilith: Why what?

Samir: Our team

Lilith: In case you didn't realise, you and me do not make up a team alone

Samir: New people. Not for me.

Lilith: New? We already know Reece

Samir: In passing

Lilith: Please try, he needs help

Reece does need help as he gets a sad moodlet since his crush is upset😑

When they get to the club room Samir is still very tense. Reece tries to lighten the mood by telling a joke. For a long horrible moment I think Samir is going to yell at him. Then his face lights up and he bursts out laughing despite his bad mood. Phew.

Yes they practice football in the hall. I do not want to chance the weather freezing Samir. Unfortunately practice does not go well and both end up hitting each other in the face. Reece is ashamed of his poor performance so heads to the gym to squeeze in a workout.

Deanna: Did you see where Reece went?

Samir: Lick his wounds? Boy can't throw for ship

Lilith: Has your throwing improved

Samir: *silence*

Lilith: Exactly

Paris: Be nice to Reece, he really wants this to work

Samir: Why

Deanna: His sisters cast long academic shadows

The bell rings and Reece rejoins the crowd for class

Deanna: Are you okay?

Reece: Maybe, maybe not

Deanna: Since we can't talk now make sure you call me after school

Reece: Yeah, sure, whatever

Lilith: Football practice will be great Reece, I promise

Reece: If you say so

Science class is a blur for Reece who is piling up the embarrassed and sad moodlets. I had hoped he'd grab a seat by Deanna but he was too slow. Deanna tries to brainstorm encouraging things to say while Samir is getting so tense his pencil will go through that paper any minute.

After school Harvey spends some time teaching Carson how to ride a bike. After dinner Carson does some beach-combing for trash while Harvey practices football with Reece. Their friendship bar halves in the process, is football practice really so destructive to friendships?

Kayleigh plans to spend her day off catching up on chores, but both boys run into trouble at school. Between fixing applinces, sorting washing and talking to the schools she doesn't get a chance to work on her logic skill. She needs to improve it to be promoted.

After school Carson spends time trying to learn to ride his bike. Try as I might I can't seem to get any teen/adult to teach him for more than 20 sim minutes before they walk away to judge decor or dance. I love that the bike light turns on when it's dark though.

Carson and Reece aren't seeing eye to eye. Last rotation Carson had a mean streak now Reece is stuck in one. There's a lot of teasing each other about minor things, but they still consider each other friends (probably because they can't practice football together)

Reece: I like him like him

Deanna: Must make practice awkward

Reece: No, I'm cool at practice, I can focus on the ball

Deanna: Sure, how's your text game? I drafted most of my early texts to Paris on a separate app so I didn't send duds

Samir: What are we talking about?

Reece: Hey Samir, we we were talking about, umm, I forgot

Samir: Texts

Reece: Right yes texts

Deanna: I was... asking Reece... which text was best to send my sister

Samir: Show me?

Reece: We sent it already, but how, how are you?

Samir: Tense, the crowds

Deanna: Really? I thought the school was pretty empty

Samir: 20 students

Deanna: My brother would blame the watcher for the increase

Reece: Will we see you in art, or will you be adventuring

Samir: No

Reece: So that's a yes to art?

Samir: Yes

Samir: Later

Deanna: That was so awkward, I feel bad for you, does he often talk in tiny sentences

Reece: Maybe, I'm normally distracted by his eyes and biceps and-

Rather than concentrating in art the pair exchange draft text ideas for if Reece ever texts Samir.

Noe: Why the sports outfit

Paris: I was thinking I might go for a run

Reece: It's still snowing quite hard

Tamika: Hey, the girl did a french braid in the bathroom, that's an accomplishment

Paris: Thank you Tamika

Deanna: Hey is Samir heading this way

Reece: Oh I gotta jet

Paris: Reece you have got to see this meme

*switches to whispering*

Paris: Don't be a ducking coward Mr High Confidence

Reece: Are you stopping me from leaving

Paris: He's not friends with any of us but you, if you leave it'll be awkward

Reece: If I talk it'll be awkward

Paris: Look, he came to sit with you, you have to meet him halfway, he'll think you dislike him if you leave

Reece: Guess I hadn't thought of that

He turns back to the table

Reece: Hey Samir

Samir: Leaving?

Reece: No, nope, definitely not. Football am I right?

Tamika: I don't get how you athletes do it

Deanna: I like exercise but I cannot do footballs to the face

Noe: You ever been injured doing football Samir

Samir: Concussions

Reece: I'd call the relationship tanking from football practice injuries to my social life

As the last class of the day draws to a close Reece fits in a selfie. I think he's trying to get a sneaky picture of Samir. At football practice he gets a pop up saying his crush unexpectedly stopped by, considering Samir is on the team you would hope he would be there.

Previous Part ... Next Part

[allthingsfook]

hi! could i get a ship!

my name is holly. i am 4’11, and plus size! my hair is very curly.

now about me! i would like to think that i am hilarious, i love to make people laugh. cracking jokes is one of my strong suits. to add, i really like helping people. i am the friend that people will seek out to get advice about anything and everything, and i will give it to them without judgement. i am a big home body, but i like hanging out with friends too! my favorite place to hangout is the bowling alley or the movies! (i love movies! my favorite movie is ghostbusters 1984) my love language is academic validation. i love school, and i love to learn. i’m in college studying forensics and chemistry and i adore it! i wish i could go to school forever. i think with my love of learning comes my “toxic trait” though, as i put far too much pressure on myself when it comes to school. i strive to be the best, and often times i become my own worst enemy (especially with over studying and all that jazz). my proper love language would be words of affirmation. i think academic validation and words of affirmation go hand in hand honestly. when i’m not reading science books, or studying in some way i’m probably drawing! i really like to draw, and as much as i love studying science, i really miss having the free time to draw more. and finally, my star sign is sagittarius, and for the most part i think my traits are pretty on the money as far as the stereotypical sagittarius traits.

thank you so much for doing these!! :)))

Hello Sweet Holly!!! I ship you with….

Daniel Robert Wagner 💜

I toggled back and forth between Sammy and Danny, but good thing is if you were with Danny, Sam would also be near. No doubt you all would get along!

To preface, I don’t usually like to mention anyone’s physical features because I believe none of the guys have a ‘type’ or judge those on their looks. ALTHOUGH imagine you and Danny pampering each other on Sunday nights, doing each others curl routines! Oooof! The way he’d massage product into your scalp and whisper in your ear 😉

You and Danny share that comforting personality that others gravitate toward when they need a rant sesh and/or advice. Not only are you both the calm, you can be the storm too! Not in a bad way of course 😆 More like life of the party. Movies… bowling…. You got it! I can imagine Danny, you, and the rest of the guys frolicking about the city looking for a good time. Ending up at the bowling alley, drinking the bar dry. You can imagine how that night ends 🍻

I think Danny is most likely to be down for a movie marathon. All those nostalgic 80’s movies 🍿 Danny would set up a little homemade theatre experience. A blanket fort on the living room floor. An assortment of your favorite snacks. Twinkle lights strung around the room. He lives for seeing your face light up at his surprise date ideas.

Danny would be incredibly proud of your academic accomplishments and love for learning. I think that would be one of the things that he boasts about the most when he talks about you to others. How smart and inquisitive you are 💕 When Danny decides to bring you home to his parents for the first time, he makes extra special attention to tell Dan and Lori about your education. They would find that impressive.

Aside from your academic career, your creative outlets would spark Danny’s interest as well. He’d come up behind you while your drawing and hug you warmly, admiring your work. If you were critical of a piece, he’d frame it and hang it in plain sight so you learn to love it just as much as him 🎨

Lastly, the mighty Sagittarius (I’m bias, because imma Sag too) No doubt there is a sexual connection between Sags and Capricorns, but I think your characteristics mesh well. You are likely honest/direct, humorous/adventurous, intellectual/philosophical… Danny, as a Capricorn, is honest/direct, loyal, ambitious, sensitive… it’s all about balance, baby!

I hope you enjoyed Holly!

[vizthedatum]

Gaslighting and understanding how to heal through awareness

A great primer on gaslighting and why (as Dr. Ramani says) we urge you to listen when we say things aren't what they may seem. *they say before ensuing on a very pointed, personal rant*

My ex showed (and I imagine, still shows) a very specific and charitable face in public. They donate money, say/do the right things, give advice, are polite, etc. (please note that they tried to financially devastate me... so if I haven't unfriended you yet and you're getting money from them, then know that... that they're withholding funds from me that I am arguably beholden to AND if you must, bleed them dry. Play to their shame, they can't help it. They surf gofundmes just to feel something. I'm not joking. Fuck them.)

They could not emotionally regulate at home, so they lashed out at me in weird and escalating ways. The psychological torture was worse than the physical. I know this because I am now realizing that due to my past physical trauma and chronic conditions, I can handle the physical. The psychological affects everything though - it eats away at you, it damages your brain, it confuses you, and it also affects you physically.

It's all bad, no matter the degree.

Be aware.

It's really terrifying.

My parents were even more terrifying. As I've said before - in high school, I was extremely burnt out and operating on only a fraction of myself. Why was I sick all the time? Why did I miss more than half the school days in my senior year of high school? Why was I terrified and sad and upset and emotional and anxious? Everyone, including my school, thought I was just an ungrateful spoiled child when: NO, none of that was true. My father called the cops on me multiple times for being in pain and not being able to move. We barely had any money sometimes - and some of you will never know what that is truly like. Both my parents are dysfunctional nightmares, no matter how lovable they are. No matter how worthy they are of being loved. They took it all out on me. Do you understand? None of you saw the physical bruises, because they kept them hidden. It wasn't just "normal" non-white corporal punishment or whatever the fuck. I have listened to people growing up - this wasn't just a slap. It was all torture. None of you heard the things they would say behind closed doors. None of you even heard the contradictory "factual" statements they would say to thwart my academic success even though I was told that my academic success was everything.

The mental gymnastics I had to go through - and then go to fucking Cornell and simply survive - and then just... idk survive?! Through academia for fuck's sake? Just hoping to find meaning (and I did. I love being public health). But also, just hoping for love and support from a partner... and just being let down over and over again because my brain didn't know any better. No matter how many degrees or knowledge or beautiful, wonderful friends I had... I just could not help it. I saw love the only way I knew how, and I chose *that* love. And then, I couldn't get out... until I did.

Every single day, I think to myself, "Why did I leave Jon, the love of my life and the person I wanted to marry and did marry?! THEY WERE MY BEST FRIEND. They were supposed to have my back. Why? Why did I ruin my life?"

And then every day I have to remind myself, "Because you're actually happier now. This is what happy is. THIS IS WHAT HAPPY IS. You are healthier. You are physically and mentally stronger. You are able to access your memories. You can trust yourself again. You can see things for what they are. You can appreciate nature like no other time before. You are healing your mind, body, soul, spirit, and everyone around you. It is hard but you know that it is worth it. You are healing the future - stopping the trauma that affects us down to the building blocks of the smallest molecules that reside in you which propagate throughout humanity for generations to come."

[snickerdoodlles]

thank u @vegasandhishedgehog for the brainworms and @zelenchai for the pretty art, now let's make Chay lose his mind;

(technically set in this verse but also who cares, Kim with snakebites, let's gooo)

Chay has failed as a super fan.

Now, Chay's not an idiot; he knows Kim-as-a-person is far deeper than Wik-the-idol. Knows Kim-as-a-very-private-person tucks away pieces of himself so well few people even know they're there. Chay delights in it, in fact. He hoards every new scrap of information like the little treasures they are, overwhelmed in the best way over everything he's yet to discover about Kim-his-tutor, Kim-his-peer, Kim-his-boyfriend.

Chay, however, also takes great pride in being a longtime Wik fan and is more than a little smug about how much he knows about his favorite idol. Which is why it's unacceptable he didn't know Kim had gone and gotten snakebites until his favorite tutor(-boyfriend-person) walks into their usual room with two little spikes of metal nestled just under his lower lip.

"Hnngh," Chay says eloquently to the piercings, the injustice, and the world at large.

"What was that?" Kim asks, staring at his phone as his finishes up whatever business he has on it, tongue idly playing with his piercings in his distraction. It's downright indecent, is what it is, which Chay promptly informs Kim with his next strangled, "Mrphng."

"Eh?" Kim finally looks up, then smirks at Chay's dumbstruck expression. There should be a law against looking that hot.

"You--" Chay coughs to clear the rasp in his voice. "The-- Are those new?"

Kim's smirk grows. It, and Chay cannot stress this enough, should be illegal.

"No," Kim says, casually tonguing his lower lip again like the criminal he is, "I've had them for years."

Chay makes an indignant noise. "You have not!" Kim's tongue curls over his lip, brief and mischievous, and Chay's indignation grows. "I would've noticed!"

Kim makes a cute noise, like a little giggle caught in the back of his throat, the slightest flush dusting his nose. It's completely at odds with the image his leather jacket and piercings and cocky grin make, except it doesn't ruin his look, it just makes him hotter and endearing.

Il!-le!-gal!, wails a voice in the back of Chay's mind.

"I have!" Kim insists, suddenly shy as his hand flutters midair as though to hide his mouth (a travesty if Chay's ever heard of one). His hand hovers uselessly before he moves to scratch the back of his neck sheepishly. "I just...didn't advertise them. Management thought they'd be bad for my image."

Kim should fire his team. Now. Yesterday. Three years ago even. He should hire Chay instead, because unlike the morons currently in charge, Chay has a brain and eyes.

"But, now..." Chay asks, mouth dry and throat choked.

Kim waves him off with a laugh. "No, no, Wik won't suddenly get piercings. I'm just making sure the holes don't close up."

Out with the old management and in with Chay's. This is no longer a joke, Kim needs someone with vision.

Kim fidgets shyly under the weight of Chay's stare. "Anyways, uh, we could work on--"

"Do you have those studs in gold too?" Chay blurts out, because he wants to admire Kim's pretty lips with every variation and customized options. He admires Kim's dedication to their academics, truly, but this is far more important.

Kim scrunches his nose cutely. "Gold? With my skintone?"

Chay nods emphatically. Kim frowns at the skin of his arm skeptically. Chay wants to drape Kim in every piece of jewelry known to man to prove how beautifully he always shines.

Kim snaps out of it and shakes his head. "No, I-- Never mind, not important." Chay makes an indignant noise because it is absolutely important, is essential even, and Kim flicks his forehead.

"Chay. Tutoring. We should be studying--"

"I am!" Chay insists, eyes glued to Kim's mouth.

Kim snorts and rolls his eyes. "Study them up close if you have to, but--mmph."

Chay swallows down Kim's surprised gasp with a smile. Kim huffs against his lips and slips his hands around the back of Chay's head, fingers scratching pleasantly through his curls as Chay dips to capture Kim's lower lip between his own.

"Did you really think I wouldn't?" Chay murmurs after they break apart.

"I don't--mm." Kim huffs again, eyes skittering to a spot past Chay's ear. "They're just piercings."

"How dare you," Chay mutters and pushes Kim against the table. Kim's snakebites glint teasingly as he presses his lips together and fails to hide his smile. Chay steps closer to box him in, one of Kim's thighs sliding between his own.

"That much?" Kim asks. His smile is cocky and his tone smug, but Chay can feel the way his fingers shyly poke and knot together against the back of his head.

There are many things Chay's learned since he first met Kim: He flips between being a cocky shit to shy and flustered and back again on a dime. He craves attention just as much as he fears it. He's somehow missed that Chay's obsessed with every little thing about him.

As Chay leans in to kiss him again, he thinks he has a few things to teach Kim too.

Kim deserves to have snake bites tbh