#but it was the best day i've had at work so far

[alphajocklover]

So I’m at my best friend’s house and something weird happened. He just told me how much he knew I love muscular guys with strong facial hair and said he had a really early birthday gift. He took a selfie then took a picture of me and now, I feel all weird and foggy in my head. I think I can see his big fat…dick through his briefs. I rubbed my face and, do I have mutton chops growing in? I just, please help me I’m not sure what’s going on, I don’t think I like it

First off, I’d like to wish you a happy early birthday! Turning 22 isn’t the most exciting thing ever, certainly not as fun as turning 21, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it! And before you correct me and say that it's not your actual birthday yet, or that’s you’re not turning 22, let me just say this: give it a moment.

You feel that tingling across your body? The strange sensation that’s like a sunburn that somehow underneath got underneath your skin, or static electricity dancing across your muscles. That’s the app your friend downloaded doing its job. I’ve talked before about InstaJock, the app that turns people who use it into a jock, and how there seem to be people making knockoffs of it as well, but as the app has grown in popularity, some of the knockoffs have gained traction too. I’d even venture to call a few of them legitimate competitors. Most have done so by finding a gimmick and carving themselves out a place in the digital tf world. Fratbook, for example, is an app that works a lot like this InstaJock, except every more of a frat boy lean. SnapBack does internet fuckboys, Redsky does conservative men, etcetera. There are even some more far out ones, like Polygraph, which is kind of like Twitter (or X or whatever) except everything you post becomes true. But I’m getting way off track, we should get back to you.

I can’t be entirely sure what app your friend used on you, but I doubt the specifics matter anymore. By this point the burning in your muscles and the itch of hair growing across your face and body is unbearable, but it doesn’t remotely compare to the dull warmth that's spread through your head. You said that you didn’t think you liked the change at first, but right now it’s hard to think at all, especially with your friend's fat dick swinging in your face. You weren’t sure when he took out his cock, or when you got on your knees, but as the heat in your muscles calmed to a dull throb, and your new thick black hair has settled across your body, you find yourself just going with the flow. Why wouldn’t you bro? Everything just feels so fucking good!

Now I have good news, better news, and even better news! The good news is that whatever your friend has done is probably temporary. It was a gift after all, and he also transformed himself, so you’re probably both going to just enjoy being hairy hunks for a while. The better news is that you probably have a boyfriend now, if that's what you want. Your friend probably knew you would hook up, and this might have been your way of seeing if you’re also into him, while living out his fantasy. The better news is that, if you want, it doesn’t have to be temporary. Once you’ve turned back to normal, and you and your ‘best friend’ have had a little talk, reach out. If you guys want to spend more time in your dumb, beefy, hair forms, I might be able to help. ---------- Hey guys! So, I know most people skip over the little out of character updates I sometimes put at the bottom of my stories, but I'm hoping you guys take a second to look at this one because I have a bit of an announcement. I realized yesterday that on February 17th, in just five days, this blog will be a year old! I know I'm only just getting back into doing this, but I'm so proud that I've actually stuck with this for a full year! So I want to celebrate! So, I'm going to be temporarily reopening my ask for...

An Alphaversary QNA!

What makes this QNA special is that you won't just be asking me questions. You can ask a question to me, my character, or any of the characters I've written about in any of my stories! The answers will probably be shorter than my usual work, but will give you guys the chance to ask about anything thats confused you, dig deeper into the world building, or even check up on a character or concept that you're curious about. This will go until February 24th, the day I posted my first original story! Don't be afraid to ask away! Thanks for coming on this journey with me you guys! I can't wait for another badass year!

[fox-bright]

Distracting myself from the world outside my yard, as much as I can, by planning out the seed-starting which will begin this weekend.

Usually my garden planning doesn't feel as grim as this. But there's still some joy in it, even if I'm plotting out just how much of our food is going to have to come from the garden this year, and maybe for the next half-decade or so.

I keep trying to write cheerful beginning-of-the-season garden posts, and they come out of my fingers like this:

Forty percent of our nation's homegrown produce is harvested by undocumented immigrants. Another fifteen or so percent is harvested by documented immigrants with work visas, not that ICE is treating them any differently in their raids (nor citizens, for that matter, scooped up indiscriminately as long as they're brown). During the last Trump administration, crops rotted in the fields because there was no one to harvest them; this time around, it's going to be worse. That is true regardless of whether or not RFK gets to institute the "wellness drug rehabilitation farms" that he's talked about in interviews (which, to be clear, would be concentration camps full of Undesirables such as people who use drugs, protestors, and queers). I do not attempt to put my need to eat over the humanity of the people who provide my food. This is a double-fisted problem, here--the Republicans took something that wasn't a problem and made it into their voters' boogeyman, and now it's going to become an actual nightmare for anyone involved, and *everyone* is involved. Hunger is the most singleminded need there is. A starving person can only think about food.

Sixty percent of the fresh fruit eaten in the States, and forty or so percent of the vegetables, are imported, largely from Mexico and Canada, though we get plenty from SE Asia and other places. Tariffs and our generally being increasingly xenophobic, racist assholes is going to take a measurable toll on agricultural imports.

And we've already spent the last couple of years in a Trump-mediated Age of Listeria; that's sure to get considerably worse as even more regulations (and regulators, and inspectors) are eliminated. A person who can't even trust their food won't trust anything else.

I get this far and then I put the pen down, and I return my gaze to the sheets and sheets of handwritten seed inventory lists with their columns of variety types and days-to-maturity, 55 days, 65 days, 80 days from planting out to fruit, and I take a couple of breaths, and I start writing again.

I'm increasing the size of the garden. I had a whole series of posts planned about it, about building the new beds and setting up trellises and beanpoles, fixing the fence as best I can, building new steps off of the low back porch so that I don't have to carry every baby plant out the kitchen door. I need to find about seven or eight hundred dollars for trucked-in soil for raised beds; I'd really thought in the Autumn that I would have a full year to sort this out, and I don't, so I'm trying to figure out a way to fund-raise. Sell some handmade semiprecious gem jewelry? Open a garden blog Patreon? I dunno. Everything is tight for everyone, and that is not shortly to improve. Leave it to the side. Not important tonight.

Eyes back on the blue-lined page. Amish Paste, Black Krim, Black Plum, Brandywine. So many varieties. Enough to share, if I plan my plantings carefully. Beans, grown for green eating and pickling, even now it doesn't make sense to grow dry beans, not with how many pounds a year this household consumes. Sweet potatoes, this year, slips ordered online for the first time, and I find I'm a little nervous about them. I've never grown a sweet potato before, but people say they're easy, and they're high in a lot of nutrients, and they keep.

Next page. Flowers. Marigolds, nasturtiums, violas.

I try to put a flower in the ground every time I transplant a vegetable. Doing so increases the vegetable yield, since it improves pollinator coverage, but also it's just nice for my soul to be able to clip flowers and bring them in to present to my husband, to have on the counter when I'm frying eggs for breakfast, to stick haphazardly behind my ear and wear on my daily walk. So tonight I'm sitting here with a pen and paper, deciding what I want to grow for food this year, deciding how much energy I can devote to flowers. Nasturtiums, marigolds, bachelor's buttons and borage and cosmos are all edible, and common in my vegetable garden; I'm doing a bunch of zinnias this year as usual, but I'll probably be direct-sowing those this year. Won't have room in the seedling closet when I've got to start so much more food than before. But I can devote *some* energy to the flowers, and I know they'll give me back what I give to them.

There's a clatter off the roof, ice sliding down to collide with whatever it can hit. We've got a wintry mix happening outside right now, little pats of slush falling from the sky to freeze hard on my trellises, and summer now seems far away, but it isn't. It's a very brief time before Last Frost and things will need to get into the ground, and I know that no matter how bleak I feel right now, and how much harder things are likely to be by then, bright-faced zinnias will be a joy when they bloom. Every source of energy is a source of energy. No one can function entirely on rage.

One foot ahead of the other. Seedling mix into my seed trays, tomorrow, and water; the day after I'll sow seeds, and put the trays under the lights. Step by step and in the summer there will be tomatoes and chard, asparagus beans and watermelons and nasturtiums. One foot ahead of the other.

[sunny5656]

Something domestic to start of the Stolitz week (a day late but oh well)

Stolas was going about his day, people watching and sipping tea on the balcony, when something caught his attention and made him think of Blitz. He chuckled to himself and typed on his phone:

"Hi darling. Hope the work is going well. Saw something hilarious just now and thought of you. Wish you were here to laugh with me. Missing you. 💜"

Not a minute later his phone rang for an answer.

"Ooooo what was it??, mis u too Stols<3"

On the other end of that line, Blitz was smiling to himself and staring at the screen. He was on a mission, and Stolas was having a well deserved day off (not that he would have minded to join Blitz at work, but self care was also important.)

Stolas lowered his gaze to glance at the view once again, and eagerly texted back.

"Just saw a cat trying to jump on a bench and completely miss. Landed flat on its face. Made me think of you. 💜"

Blitz bursted out laughing at that, gaining a side eye from Moxxie, an amused look from Millie and an eye roll from Loona.

"LMAO I fuckin love u bitch<3 think of me lil more, be back home soon"

Stolas couldn't help the warm feeling that spread through his body at Blitz's text. He loved knowing that he could make his boyfriend laugh, and he felt a flutter in his chest at Blitz's casual declaration of love.

"Glad I could make you laugh. Can't wait till you get back home. I'll continue to think of you, darling. Always."

Later that afternoon Blitz returned home, but not before stopping by at the grocery store. He picked some snacks for the evening; cheese and hot sauce, two boba teas and then hunted for some rats at the alley in his usual way. As the apartment door slammed open, he was immediately welcomed with two long arms capturing him a thight embrace.

"Welcome home, my love. I missed you."

"Missed you too, baby." Blitz said softly, squeezing gently the owl's ass that was fortunately at his reach. Then he wiggled his eyebrows, and added.

"Got something fun for us to play with."

Stolas raised an eyebrow, a curious glint in all his four eyes as he drew back a bit to look at Blitz. He couldn't help but be intrigued by the suggestive tone in Blitz's voice, and wondered what exactly his love had in store for them today.

"Oh really?" he inquired, a soft smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "And what might that be, darling?"

Eagerly, Blitz wiggled away from the embrace and dug something out of his tote back, eyes glimmering with excitement.

"This game from the human world!!"

Stolas's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of amusement crossing his face. He didn't quite expect that kind of answer, but he was also rather curious and open-minded as always when it came to his dearest Blitz.

"A game, you say?" He pondered, a faint smile forming on his lips. "How... unexpected. And what is this game about, then?"

"Dunno, really. Something about space I suppose, since there's these pictures on the back about some dude just flying around galaxies and shit. Pretty neat, huh?"

Stolas felt his heart melt at the obvious heartfelt thought behind Blitz's seemingly silly little idea to steal this game for him. He so very much missed his stars.

"Oh, Blitz." He breathed out, "And... how does one play it?"

"I've no fucking idea but I sooooo wanna figure it out!" Blitz sing-sang, and started to put the groceries aside.

"So sweet of you to think of me this way, dearest. Thank you." Stolas said, leaning down to grant a brief kiss on the imp's forehead.

"Yeah, yeah. You're the sweet one here." Blitz tried to brush it off, despite of how soft he had already gotten to anything Stolas did. "Aaanyhoo, here's a boba tea for you, hope you like it. Didn't really know which flavor you like the best so... got these two so you can decide which one you want. I'll take the other."

"Thank you, darling. You know you spoil me far too much," Stolas said, blush rising to his cheeks. He examined the etiquettes on the cups, his face scrunching as he read the various flavor names.

"Hmm... I've never had cherry blossom tea before. But the peach one sounds quite good as well... I'll go with that one."

"Peachy."

Blitz looked at his lover, eyes shining with warmth that had been lately there all the time when he looked at or even thought about Stolas.

"What?" The owl asked, lifting a hand to his cheek bashfully as he noticed how Blitz was staring. "Is there something on my face?"

"Beautifullness." Blitz simply answered.

Stolas felt his heart skipping a beat at Blitz's compliment. He was still not sure how to react to such genuine and loving words, and he found himself at a momentary speechless every time.

"You... you flatter me, darling," he said softly, averting his gaze for a moment.

"Obviously." Blitz sent a wink the bird's way. "Soooo...which one first: game or bath?"

Stolas thought for a moment, considering his options.

"Hmm... perhaps we could start with the game and then move on to the bath? It would be a nice way to wash off the day, and I think the game might get us all hot and sweaty, anyway."

He gave Blitz a teasing grin, a mischievous glint in his ruby eyes.

Blitz grinned back, wiggling his eyebrows.

"They always do, don't they~?"

[thatoneautisticshark]

Okays for one I'm just now following and discovering your stuff and I am eating it UPPP I'm vibing with it yes!

Secondly! I loved this blurb of yours in particular! Obv feel free to ignore if you aren't up for requests or anything but I'm so down for this?? Idk how you feel about poly!141 though I think I've seen it mentioned a bit so far, but I would honestly just love to hear more of your ideas regarding that with poly 141.

Maybe Simon amd Price are the beginning of it, Price taking care of Simon and things going from there, then eventually Soap and Gaz get involved because of course they do! Maybe they fond out about Price and Simon's after mission care, maybe Ghost sees that Gaz is beyond stressed and tells him he should go to Price for 'help'! Maybe there could be a litttttle hint of angst and Soap having self esteem issues and he gets a little withdrawn because he can tell something is going on with the others that he isn't a part of, but he doesn't know what, Price would fix that real quick and make sure Soap feels loved and included. They all end up taking care of and looking after eachother, they're used to looking after one another but now there's more to it! They all end up involved with eachother and they get a happy ending because I (and the entire community) say so.

Also random bit of talk, but I just love the idea of 141 retiring together from the military, living together, even working together still! Coffee/tea shop for shits and giggles of course, but I think maybe something like a mechanics shop or even some construction or renovation stuff would suit them more! They're used to keeping busy and using their hands, fixing problems, they do well with the labor involved it's what they're used to.

Anyways!!!! Just thought I'd word vomit all of this out there lmfao, sorry for the novel written 🤣😭 I haven't touched Tumblr in a while which is crazy bc the cod men have not left my brain since I was last here. Anyways!!!! I hope you have a wonderful day thank you for reading this far!!!

hehehe! Thank you so much! I'm glad people are enjoying. None of my baby soap yet, but I wanted to post this before I go to

bed :3

Gaz was the first to know what was happening between his lieutenant and captain, having had the … misfortune, although he wouldn't really call it that, of walking in on Ghost with price's dick in his mouth.

He hadn't even realised it was Ghost at first, with no mask on, and Jesus he was pretty.

And Price all flushed, and god the size of his dick. Gaz was happy for them obviously. But he couldn't say he wasn't a bit jealous.

Not of one or the other in particular, he'd love to be in either of their positions. But it wasn't a clawing nasty jealousy.He didn't get sour seeing them together.

It was just more of a, ‘Well buggar’ I can't get with either now. But all in all, Gaz didn't give a shit, he was happy they were happy.

But right now, he didn't want to think about it, his brain would twist it. He was sitting out by one of the fields in the rain. Just needing the fresh air, the getaway, something.

All the back to back missions, and then family drama did not have him in the best headspace, he was tired and exhausted and just wanted to shut his fucking brain down.

He was so in his head, he didn't even notice Ghost coming up beside him, until a large warm hand was on his shoulder, causing him to jump.

“Alright Kyle?”the voice came soft.

Gaz froze, unsure how to answer, he couldn't exactly be honest, but he didn't want to lie.

He hated lying to those he cared about.“Uhm…. Debatable?”

The hand in his shoulder moved to his hair. “Hm, how about we don't debate your mental state, and instead get you inside and dry.” It was phrased as a suggestion, but Gaz knew it was an order.

He nodded mutely, allowing Ghost to pull him up to his feet. A hand on the small of his back, leading him. Well that was certainly the intention. For Gaz currently it was much more of a grounding force. Had that touch not been there, he genuinely thought he might have burst into tears.

He barely realised where they were going until they were within the Superior officers building, but… they weren't going to Ghosts room?Gaz frankly didn't have the energy to question it. He trusted Ghost, whatever he was doing, Gaz would follow.

He blinked as Ghost led him into Price's room. He hadn't been in here much.but it was cosy, warm toned, many pillows around, blackout curtains, a few candles. All together something that already made Gaz want to relax.

Even as he shivered from the chill settling in. He had no clue why he was being brought here, but didn't argue. Price looked up from his bed, his eyes narrowing, at the state of Gaz.

He was pretty sure he looked shit. Eyes were probably red from crying, whole body drenched and shivering, being led by Ghost.He probably looked pathetic as fuck.

And now his captain was seeing this.

Before his thoughts could spiral more, Price stood up, walking over.Gaz wasn't quite sure what he expected, but it wasn't Price's warm hands gently cupping his face, thumbs rubbing his cheeks.

And it especially wasn't the soft coo “Aw… sweet boy, your soaking. Come on, what's happening?” As the rough hands tugged him gently towards the couch. He vaguely registered that Ghost followed, the hand on his back not moving even as he was sat on the couch. It still being a warm, grounding weight.

Price knelt In Front of him, a hand on his thigh “How long were you in the rain love? You’re freezing cold.” Gaz couldn't even put together enough words to explain, he honestly wasn't sure.

Luckily Ghost spoke. “I know he was out there for at least an hour. The idiot” The last sentence was said fondly.

Price winced. “No wonder you are fully drenched, love. Come on” Price's calloused hands slide under the sergeants shirt. “You'll catch a cold” he murmured before directing his attention to Ghost “Si, you know where my spares are”

Gaz was so out of it, he barely registered he whined slightly when Ghost stood, stopping rubbing his back. Price immediately shushed him, in that same gentle quiet tone. “Shh relax darling, he is just grabbing something for me yeah?”

His tone was soft as he pulled Gaz's shirt off, chucking it aside. His hands trailing the skin warming it up, and gently soothing the younger man.

Soon Ghost returned, slipping one of Price's larger shirts over Gaz's head, and then slipping a larger soft pair of track pants onto him as well.

Gaz simply moved where they prompted, trusting them, as they dressed him in warm, dry clothes.He still wasn't sure what he expected but it wasn't both men then standing and sitting on either side, but he was too tired to question it and just melted against them.

Price voice was sweet like honey in his ear. “That's it Lovie. Settle down, it's okay”Gaz's eyes absently tracked over to Ghost, trying to get a glimpse of his expression.

His… boyfriend? Sex partner? Whatever was calling Gaz love. Was he not bothered?Ghost seemed to immediately understand the look, one of his unique skills. “We aren't monogamous, you know? I mean we don't even technically have a label on it, but price makes really good stress relief, if you like subbing.”

Gaz blinked, finally speaking for the first time since entering the room “I.. are you.. encouraging me to fuck him??”

His lieutenant shrugged “Not necessarily fuck, but he is good. Even if you keep all your clothes on, he can get you relaxed and in a sweet headspace, and you clearly need something Kyle”

They weren't monogamous? Not only that, Ghost was encouraging it, and price wasn't arguing? Gaz felt like his head might explode, he couldn't believe it.

He definitely wanted to.. but.. he didn't want to leave Ghost's side. And then that fucking power of Ghosts kicked in again.

“I can stay, Kyle. I don't have to go anywhere” At the nod he received he continued “just relax and be a good boy yeah? We'll take care of you”

Gaz had never considered himself a bottom, or submissive in any amount, he always topped. Even with soap, when they fooled round, there usually was no one in control, but if anyone was, it was Gaz.

But at those sweet, sweet words of praise, and Ghost gently tugging him onto the thick soft thighs, he melted. Fuck he would do anything they asked.

Price huffed a laugh. “Oh the sweet boy, yeah? You're gonna be so good for us” He murmured, stroking Gaz's hair.

Slowly, gaz's head started to drift off into a much nicer place. It was softer, gentler. Mission reports and recruit files fell to the wayside, briefings and emails were long forgotten.

Family drama, and exhausting missions were not even a thought as he leaned against Ghost's chest as Price's hands trailed across him, gentle.

Treating him as if he was important.A hand made it's way to his hair, he wasn't even sure whose it was, but it scratched the crown of his scalp just right.

The weight a comfort, in his damp hair. He, much to his mild dismay, began to drift off, sandwiched between the two men. He tried to fight it at first, but when Price gently rumbled at him to rest, they could continue another day, his eyes flickered shut.

[writingdevil]

Hi! For the requests, I wanted to ask for Paranoid x Hero, I love them in game and I think they could be really good for each other ^^

(YES! I ALSO LOVE THEM! I've been dying to write them, and I hope you don't mind, but I decided to put them in an AU I've been thinking about. Enjoy!)

(This is a medieval AU where the Long Quiet is a king and the voices are a part of his court)

Hero sighed as he marched down the halls of the castle, glancing up and admiring the large windows that graced him with a view of the outside, at the forest that surrounded their castle and town.

His pace slowed as he watched two birds shoot across the sky, and his own wings twitched against his armour, longing to join them and taste the sky.

But there was too much work to be done within the court.

Hero was the Captain of the Guard, and the second in command to the king of the castle. Many people apparently saw him as a beacon of light within the darkness their kingdom had been thrust into, but Hero just tried to do the right thing for the people that needed it.

He quickly ripped his gaze away from the view, so that only few memories of happier times flashed in his head-Enjoying banquets. Witnessing ceremonies. Feeling content with life.

But all of that and more had all but vanished as of late, and the entire flock had been scrambling for months now to try and get that peace and joy back.

His fellow guards-Stubborn and Hunted, were out day and night, either searching for answers or defending the kingdom from enemies who dared approach them in their vulnerable state.

Skeptic was also out for days at a time, although he worked best alone, traveling far to crawl into the darkest corners of the land, in hopes for an answer to their dilemma. Hero doesn't believe he's seen him in three weeks this time.

Hero was just beginning to think that he was going to have to send him a letter reminding him to come home soon-when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Hero's throat closed up, and he felt every feather on his body bristle and stand to attention, as he started to quietly lose control of his breathing.

To the very left of him was the throne room.

If Hero concentrated enough, he could make out the soft breathing of him, the only evidence to tell them all that the King was even alive.

The doors were wide open, and although Hero went in there everyday, it still made a weight crush his chest. No matter how much time had passed, he couldn't get used to the sight in that throne room.

Hero was supposed to be the knight that everyone in his court could depend on, that was capable of protecting his flock-but whenever he saw him, it just reminded Hero of how much he had failed his loved ones.

He couldn't cross that room. He just couldn't. There was nobody that could make him.

He stood there for what felt like hours, stuck in a fearful paralysis-until someone quickly turned the corner on the other side of the hall to face him.

It was Cheated, panting and with a frenzied expression on his frustrated face. He didn't immediately notice Hero, head twisting around in a panic, feathers flying everywhere, until Cheated's eyes finally landed on him.

It was like a wave of relief had crashed into Cheated, as his wings sagged and his face softened into a look of reassurance.

"Hero!" he yelled, and the sound was enough to have Hero blinking back to reality. Cheated motioned for him to come closer and exclaimed, "It's Para, Hero! His magic's acting up!"

That could make him cross the room.

All at once, all the guilt and fear was ripped from his body-and Hero's mind had never been clearer as he immediately broke into a sprint, running past the throne room, only catching a black blur that rested on the throne, with eyes that hadn't opened in a long time.

Hero barely let it affect him.

He rushed past Cheated without even looking him in the eye, and Cheated scrambled to move out of the way and shouted after him, "He should be in his chambers!"

There was an intensity lingering within Hero's veins as he ran, his body knowing exactly where to go before his mind even processed his surroundings in the castle.

He knew where to go. He would always know how to find him.

He practically flew up the stairs, ripping his sword from his scabbard as he bolted over to stand in front of Paranoid's room.

He took a second to take a deep breath, forcing his voice to be calm and light as he softly knocked and said, "Para? Are you okay?"

A low whine-then, "Help me!"

Hero swore as he practically ripped the door from its hinges, marching into the room and shutting it firmly, leaving just the two of them.

Paranoid's room was dark, which was unusual for him. He was usually obsessed with being able to see a room in its entirety, for fear of something hiding in the shadows. He only pulled the curtains when Hero was in the room with him.

His gaze traveled to the floor, and although Paranoid was known to be a little disorganized and messy, his room right now looked almost disastrous. Desk flipped over, notes and books sprawled all over the floor, and Hero could pick out some very important books that he knew Paranoid would never just leave lying about.

Finally, his gaze landed on Paranoid himself.

He was kneeling on his bed, sheets twisted and thrown around him. He was clutching his head, leaning down far enough so that his forehead was touching his mattress. He kept rocking back and forth and quietly whimpering to himself.

It broke Hero's heart.

He took a cautious step forward, putting his sword away, and softly went, "Para? Are you-"

"Who's there?" Paranoid suddenly shrieked, sitting up straight while still grabbing fistfuls of his feathered head. Hero froze, if only because now he could hear just how bad Paranoid's panic attack was getting. He was panting heavily enough to make it sound raspy and guttural, and Hero winced, knowing how sore the other's throat would be after this.

"It's Hero, remember, Para? I'm here to help you. What's wrong?"

Paranoid shook his head, his body beginning to tremble. Hero watched in devastation as Paranoid started to softly cry, staring out into the distance. "I don't believe you," he mumbled, "I don't believe you. I can't believe you-" his yell was abruptly cut short, and Hero could do nothing but watch as Paranoid suddenly gasped, going silent for a few seconds, until he suddenly yelled out in fear, moving to cover his eyes now as he hunched over the bed again.

"Go away, go away, go away," Paranoid begged, his voice muffled from his position. His rocking got more intense as he whined and said, "Too many eyes, too many eyes-stop looking-leave me alone please-"

Right. That was it. Hero couldn't take this anymore.

"Para," he softly called out, "I'm going to come closer to you, okay?"

"Please please please-", was all Paranoid said, until Hero suddenly felt a wave of magic press down on him.

It felt like it was suffocating him, all this powerful and dark energy, and Hero himself struggled to breathe for a few seconds, almost tasting electricity in the air, and the edges of his face were tingling with numbness.

It was Paranoid's magic. This must be what Cheated meant by acting up.

Paranoid was one of the two strongest sorcerers in the court, along with Cold. Both of their magic was tied to the mortal body, but while Cold dealt with death and the absence of sensations, Paranoid's was all about it.

Hero's seen him cure over a thousand people with his magic, his mind intrinsically linked to the person's body, keeping them alive with a simple chant. Paranoid could reach in and grab whatever pain, curse or demons the person was suffering with, and help rid them of it.

Unfortunately, this has led to Paranoid's own mind to become-fearful because of it. The sorcerer was constantly looking over his shoulder, claiming to see enemies in places where there was nothing, and rarely trusted anyone that wasn't his flock. Sometimes his terror would get so bad that his mind and magic would be so overcome with it, and-this happens.

Hero shook his head, attempting to ignore the buzzing in the air, as he slowly came around to be in front of Paranoid. "I'm not here to hurt you, Para. I just want to help you." The only thing Paranoid did was shake his head and choke on a sob.

Hero sighed, his heart breaking at the sight. Paranoid wouldn't be having breakdowns this severe if He hadn't been cursed, if He hadn't left them to take charge of the kingdom themselves.

No matter. The only thing that Hero needed to care about right now was Paranoid.

He climbed up onto the bed, shuffling closer until their knees almost touched. "Para," he said,"what are you seeing right now?"

Paranoid didn't respond right away, hyperventilating until Hero whispered, "Para?"

That seemed to bring Paranoid just back to reality enough to move and wrap his arms around himself as he hissed, "Eyes-eyes keep watching, keep staring at me-I want them to leave me alone, Hero."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," was all Hero said, reaching forward to firmly grab Paranoid's hands, pressing them gently against Hero's heart. "I need you to look at me, sweetheart."

Paranoid choked on a sob. "I can't," he softly said, head still bowed and eyelids squeezed shut. "I can't trust if you're real or not," he whimpered, before weeping to himself, wings going slack behind him, as if he had accepted this fate.

Hero opened his mouth to try and persuade him, before he heard a crackling in the room.

Hero froze, before slowly lifting his head to look up at the ceiling.

There, in the corner of the ceiling, was a dark purple ball of magic. It wriggled and shot out here and there, and the cracking sound it made sickened Hero to his stomach. It looked like a black hole of nightmares come to swallow them into darkness-before more started to appear.

They slowly formed all around them, and Hero was about to throw Paranoid over his shoulder and rush out of the room, when Paranoid suddenly whined and started to shake his head as he mumbled, "Too many eyes, too many eyes, too many eyes-" over and over again.

Was this Paranoid's magic? Was his magic spinning so much out of control that he was accidentally manifesting eyes around them? If so, then Hero needed to get through to him now.

He took a deep breath in, then turned away from the dark orbs floating around them, putting all his attention on Paranoid.

"Para,"he said, "can you hear me? Can you hear my voice?" It took a few seconds of panicked breathing, but then Paranoid nodded.

"Good," he said, then gently moved one of Paranoid's hands so that his palm was pressing directly over his heart. "Can you feel my heartbeat?" Paranoid began to lift his head up more, and he nodded again.

"That's perfect, Para. Can you focus on my voice and my heart?" Paranoid's face scrunched up in fear. "But the eyes-"

"The eyes aren't gonna get you while I'm here. I promise." Paranoid still looked torn, so Hero leaned forward to press their foreheads together. "Do you trust me?"

Paranoid was silent for a few tense minutes,and there was only the sound of heavy breathing and snapping magic in the air. But then, Hero felt Paranoid lean into his touch. "I trust you."

Hero released a shaking breath of relief, but quickly kept his focus, closing his eyes and whispering to Paranoid, "You are in your bedroom in the castle."

He felt the magic weighing him down further, but he ignored it. "You are in your bedroom and there is nothing here that can hurt you." Paranoid released a small sob that broke Hero's heart, so he squeezed their intertwined hands to comfort him.

"There is nothing that will hurt you, Para, because I am here to protect you." He felt Paranoid curl his fingers in his chest, as if he wanted to reach in and take Hero's heart for his own.

The trembling had lessened, and Hero could feel the tears dry on his face. "Do you feel my heartbeat, Para? This heart belongs to you. It only beats for you, Para, because I love you." Hero barely noticed when the crackling began to get quieter. All he cared about in that moment was Paranoid.

He heard Paranoid take a few deep, slow breaths in, and Hero started to feel all the energy in the air begin to lighten up, until he could actually breathe and feel his face again.

He risked opening his eyes, and was met with Paranoid's tired gaze.

He grinned in relief. "Are you feeling better?" he asked, and Paranoid sighed, but nodded, rubbing his face against his shoulder.

They both lifted their heads, and Hero quickly looked up-but the dark orbs of magic had disappeared too. It truly was over.

Hero looked back at Paranoid, only to find pure exhaustion on his face, and Hero didn't blame him. He couldn't imagine how drained Paranoid must be feeling now.

He lowered their hands down to his lap, giving Paranoid a reassuring smile as he asked, "Do you want to talk about it?" A firm shake of his head. Although Hero wasn't used to Paranoid being this quiet, he just chalked it up to what just happened, and asked, "Is there anything you want me to do for you?"

Paranoid sat up straighter, turning his head to slowly take in the room around him. Hero saw the way his eyes were filled with nothing but sadness and fatigue, and he was about to offer a suggestion, when Paranoid quietly went, "You shouldn't of done this."

"What?" he asked, "What do you mean?"

"I shouldn't need you to help me control my powers." But then Hero saw a flash of hatred in Paranoid's eyes, hatred at himself for being vulnerable, it looked like.

"I'm a sorcerer. I should be able to handle my own problems. I told you I can handle my own problems-"

"-and I told you," Hero softly interrupted, cupping Paranoid's face so that he was looking at him, "when you accepted my courtship, that I would always be there to support and care for you."

Paranoid froze, looking down at Hero in soft confusion, as his feathers puffed up, making Hero smile. They held eye contact for a few moments, until Paranoid's face softened into fondness, and he muttered, "Thank you, then-for being there for me."

"I always will be, Para," Hero promised with a smile, before they both leaned closer, and kissed the other tenderly.

Hero may not have been able to protect the King, but he sure as hell will not make the same mistake with the rest of the flock, and especially not with the love of his life.

[smiley-mcdoggington]

I fear something I have sent may have gotten lost in the void of tumblr…

Rip…big bottoms…

But yes Ford can top and yes he moans like gorl

NOOOOOOOO :((((((

Ford almost exclusively tops for most of his life, with Stanley at least. Its a little bit like pseudo-sexism where Bottoming is Losing but also because for most of their lives Ford expected Stan to put more effort into their relationship, be the vulnerable one, let Ford take because Ford was unwilling to give, not with what he thought of Stanley. That changes during weirdmageddon when he realizes how much he just wants Stanley back right before he has to kill him, it turns from 'Stanley has to bottom because he would probably do it wrong and I don't want to be at his mercy' to 'My brother's the kindest man I've ever known and I want to spend the rest of our lives worshipping him while he lays back comfortably to take it' so Ford bottoms if Stan wants but Stan is usually uninterested. Except when Stan saves Ford from anything, then Ford wants to get bent in thirds because Wowww he's so handsome and he can pick me up just as easily as I can pick him up

As far as bottom Stanley, Stanley's almost always submitted to his brother: Ford knows best, better than Stan, his dumb, sweaty clone. Stan kinda gets it, he's built like a bully even if he tries to stoop around Ford because he couldn't handle Ford being scared of him, and Ford's always been more particular than Stan, so if he wants things one way and Stan doesn't care as much, why not just have them Ford's way? It keeps the peace. But then Ford's change of heart from weirdmageddon, and Stan starts actually thinking about his opinion on it, because in his life he's appreciated both sides. But this is Ford, his family, his brother he gave his life for in more ways than one, that he worked so hard for every day of his life. And he wants a reward, to be treated like it mattered, Stan's spent so long trying to take care of Ford, look out for him, save him, he just wants Ford to want to take care of him back. And Ford does, for some miraculous fucking reason he does.

But Ford has to actively remember to not let his throat tighten during sex because he gets squeaky - Stan makes him give up that pretty quickly tho. Meanwhile Stan's smoked Everything so above a certain octave his voice just Stops so he's either huffing and groaning or it looks like his mouth is just hanging open because his throat just won't do the high noises the sex demands. One time they almost got caught because McGucket surprised visited but then he thought Stan just had a girl over and later vaguely mentioned it and now Stan won't let Ford live it down

[trickingbell]

Day 9: Encounter ~ Undone

This week 2 drawing is for @bardace's Sissel Delune! Who has a few comics of her doing Yomiel's hair on their blog. I think that's Adorable!!! But the "Undone" half gave me ideas. Like last time; Below are my Sissel notes. Happier this time!

"Not everything I've heard is like Angel's predicament. There's actually some pretty funny ones. Maybe if I ask around enough, I can find a Yomiel that doesn't wear that awful red! So far, no luck. Red suit, tall blonde hair everywhere I listen in. Which is strange...there's no Sissel that looks like another. Which is bad news for you. I'm not taking pictures of every Sissel for no reason! We're doing a ranking!! I'M different but YOU stay mostly the same?? What's really your type of woman???

Mostly. Mostly the same. There are probably things some Sissel's aren't announcing to everyone, I don't feel like investigating too much. It's for the best lest I get some more awful details. Avoiding the less fortunate Sissel's stories is easy if I trail Delune, though. She's hard on herself but it just means she's more likely to talk about you. Nothing but good or embarrassing things either, of course with a damn picture to boot. Her bag is too small to keep that many...

I've basically lived her life with all this damn talking, makes sense she writes. Got a hell of a lot to say about you. Same college, just like us. Proposed at the same time, not like us. OH, not like us at all, she made your hair like that! Yours was already that shape when we met. She cycled through a few(Pictures...obviously) before you settled with the cone. That's really cute actually. I can imagine how happy you must've been to find something that fits you, then was made just for you. It's sweet. Delune says you would've cut your hair otherwise, thank god she saved you. Your hair...I would mourn if I lost it.

It didn't last very long though. You called her from work about an emergency, the rain had got you and your umbrella was too short to keep your head under it. Delune found you blindly stumbling down the road with your hair in front of your face trying to find her or go home. THAT was a picture I had to see! No, I didn't take a picture of her picture, just in case you think about asking. Embarrassing shots like that are best kept for a Sissel to laugh at and her Yomiel to not know she took them. The karma would get me, then you'd find out where I keep mine.

Anyway. You should let me do your hair. I want to make a style for you too!"

[forsakenwitchery]

bts of these photos Aemond: ElvenDen Helaena by me

I know that gifs look weirdly cropped, that's because no one was looking how vids were recording, and it's a miracle some bts are salvageble at least as far as heads go. even without the necks. :c

still cute tho. and not-so-cute, the 2nd one will forever be whoa in gif or photo form for me.

My cosplay tags:

Photos, gifs, videos from costests/cos shoots/cons

Inprogresses (costumes, 3d printing etc)

since it's my blog and I can talk at length about anything, here's a story of how I came to ship Helaemond TL;DR: fanarts and actors. & my anti S2 / Condal & Hess musings again. Wasn't planning on venting, but TG treatment still makes me so mad that I can't do one without the other.

Okay so my friend kept telling me her friend looks a lot like Aemond. I've met him once before this costest at the elven photo planner & he really does, but I still wasn't fully prepared for how uncanny it will be in costest. 😹 It's uncanny to be point it's CRAZY especially as up close as in the gifs above. Y'all are not ready for the full cosplay.

ANYWAY. So I sort of started thinking who among HotD characters I could try putting together for a costest for this to make sense. Alicent was out of the question since I don't look like her at all, and with me tending to look younger than I am, it would have looked even weirder than in the show. Eventually, I was choosing between Hel and Alys. I didn't ship Helaemond at the time, and we had no stills of Alys back then, so Hel seemed like an easier choice, plus I had my Dany wig.

And then I realized people actually shipped them, and at first I was like, 'huh'? Since they barely had any scenes and whatnot. Not that the greens had a lot of scenes together even back then. I wasn't particularly in the fandom, too thank god, I wish I could unsee some TB's hot takes. ANYWAY. I genuinely wasn't planning for this costest to be shipping galore at first, because I didn't know this was even a thing. Then I started looking up the fanarts and started to see the appeal. xD No joke, it legit happened when I was looking for references in a span of a few days. Then I saw how Ewan and Phia were hyping them up for S2 and talking about them in S1, and I was fully on board... Only for S2 to turn out to be so underwelming and character assassinating for all the greens blacks too, I really liked Rhaenyra in S1 and it's insane how much of a nothing sandwich she is after S2. By the time we shot the costest right before S2 finale, I had so little hope we'll get anything. Or more like. I knew we still haven't seen the scenes Phia and Ewan were talking about, so I knew we were getting something, just probably something that will simultaneously shit on Aemond and the ship since TG can't have nice things or feel anything but disdain for one another per S2 aside from Alicent and Hel because they aren't male therefore can be nice to each other. And at that point, I was so invested that I'm in my delulu land now, surrounded by my plans to do Helaemond justice in the best way I can. With maybe some side plans to try gathering the whole TG to ya know. Annoy people who hate them even more. xD Jokes aside, I'd really love to do that, I'd love to at least shoot Targtower kids as, you know, not hating each other. Shippery or not, doesn't matter. I'd just really like to do some wholesome green things, but yeah atm we're just Hel, Aemond & Alicent, and tbh I don't think it's possible to find an Aegon over here. I tried reaching out to my friend in another city, but got more of a 'no', than 'yes' answer, so idk where to find Aegon unfortunately.

I might eventually do Alys since my face works for both Hel and Alys & I can pull off one hell of a bitchface I'm actually surprised how I somehow come off so soft as Hel, but I have a feeling the show will make her TB she practically already is, and since Aemond is the eViLeSt person to ever evil in Westeros per Condal & Hess aka the only character making sense amids ongoing war with magic medieval nukes ffs, and doesn't deserve good things... I don't see a universe in which Alysmond will be really inspiring, not fucked up from the get go. I don't trust them. At all. So like. Giant question mark there. Helaemond priority. Fuck this show. Like if I had the resources to, I'd honestly shoot a bunch of scenes, not just photos. Hell, I'd reshoot S2, TB included, lol. But my ass is broke and I'm doing both mine and Aemond's cosplays so. 🤷🏼‍♀️

'Cause not that they haven't fucked up Helaemond… Or Alicent's relationships with her sons... Every single relationship of the greens went down the drain so fast it's like. The. Fuck? No, seriously, it still enrages me Hel helped Daemon of all people?? And seemed to almost wish Aemond would just drop dead right there. ANYHOW yeah… Yeah. I legit have so many ideas. I love using props and all that, and with her needlework, love for bugs & her overall tragic story (plus the dreamer storyline on the show the show doesn't touch like AT ALL), I want to do so much!

TL;DR again: the fandom made me do it. Just like the fandom made me dislike TB a lot. Or more like, the loudest TB stans with double standarts and zero understanding of how Westeros and people in it should function. And that it's not real world and no one is 'coded' anything related to our world or politics (or at least they shouldn't be no matter how much Condal & Hess try to push contemporary problems into the show to pat themselves on the back).

I realize there are dubious people on both sides of the fandom, but really not even Condal & Hess can make people like or dislike characters as much as their stans can. Oh also, WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE EVEN SIDES. They literally pitted the fandom against each other, it's so sick and twisted and all sorts of fucked up.

Back to Condal & Hess, them trying to sink TG so much made me sympathize even with those on it I didn't care about at first, like Criston, and simultaniosly dislike the Saint-RhaeRhae side and it's vicious vocal part of the fanbase... I even liked Daemyra in S1, but after S2 I don't want to touch anything or anyone related to her with a ten-foot pole. Even tho I still like some characters on TB, they just ruined everyone. To some extent on both sides, but for TG I sort of want to do things in support of them and in spite of Condal & Hess. Thereas for TB... After S1 I was thinking of cosplaying Rhae, but LMAO NO. Just no.

Tagged this with all the anti tags I mention, so don't come at me, I don't have time, and do have a block list. You can argue with the wall or those who want to argue. If you can't disagree with someone & be civil about it, it's not my problem.

[jimmys-mailbox]

[ he snickers, very happy to see that gem seems to be in a bit of a better mood — happy to see that he's managed to help a little. ]

yeah, no, let's go eat, come on. actually, i don't think i've shown you around this place before either — built it myself, you know!

[ the words are very proud. he isn't the best builder, everyone knows that, but since arriving on hermitcraft last month, he's been doing his best to get better at it! and he thinks he's improving? maybe? thus far, he's built a little cabin on the outskirts of the cherry mountain area, which is where the two of them are now — made of spruce wood, stone bricks, that kind of vibe. it works, in his opinion! something is admittedly off about it, though. maybe gem could tell what it was with those builder-y eyes of hers. but he'll leave the questions and advice for another day. top priority here is making his friend feel better! ]

[ jimmy leads gem through the cabin, telling her a few funny stories along the way, attempting to make her crack a smile. his base isn't so big, though, which means it's not too long at all until they've reached the kitchen. it's homey. cozy. or, well, that's what he was going for when he built it. ]

[ he searches through his chests until — there. perfect. a cake. he knew he had one of those lying around somewhere! his one week baking phase was actually coming in handy, look at him go. he sets it down on the table with a grin at gem before taking a seat. ]

eat up! and tell me how it is, i barely ever bake, so, fair warning, might be terrible...

hey can we talk?

its about pearl

i messed up BIG TIME and i dont know how to fix it

-@gems-mailbox

yeah, of course gem, what happened?? do you wanna come over?

[frangipani-wanderlust]

Tales From Dispatch, Pt. 12

(a grass fire call for my station goes live on the board)

SUPERVISOR: Ha, we got another one. ME: No we don't! We absolutely do not. TRAINER: *laughing at me*

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A gift horse for @piosplayhouse

[sysig]

Guess who :3c (Patreon)

[star-lights-up]

Get to know your mutuals! Thank you @panfroggy for mentioning me!!!! <3

What's the origin of your blog title? Well, back in the day (a little over a yearish ago) my usual moniker was "stargirl," but obviously that's pretty generic, so I was trying to think of something to do with star. I think I wanted "star_light" but that's also kinda generic, so for some reason I thought of the saying "lights up," like someone's face lighting up in a smile, and since I'm a friendlyish kinda person I was like! Oh! Perfect! And did star-light....s-up! So it can be read as star light as the main part or lights up as the main part!

OTP(s) + Shipname: Charles/Erik - Cherik (X men), Ben Solo/Rey - Reylo (Star Wars), Finn/Poe Dameron - Stormpilot or Finnpoe (Star Wars), Sylvie/Loki - Sylki (MCU), Fitz/Jemma Simmons - Fitzsimmons (Agents of SHIELD)

Favourite colour: Pink! Blue! Yellow! Sparkles!!!

Favourite game: Minecraft in creative mode. It's peaceful <3

Song stuck in your head: Not Strong Enough by Boygenius

Weirdest habit/trait? My nervous habits: Tapping my fingers so each finger brushes across my thumb once, and then brushing my thumb against my other fingers four times (so it's even), and mindlessly scratching the back of my neck (i've drawn blood when I'm anxious. it's bad)

Hobbies: Writing, drawing, singing, playing guitar

If you work, what's your profession? ): full time student.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically? Either something in genetic research (yes I liked this before I liked x men) or something in film! Maybe even a screenwriter!

Something you're good at: Um... Writing I guess?

Something you're bad at: Lots of things. Right now, it's logarithms.

Something you love: X MEN!

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: ALSO X MEN!

Something you hate: Teenagers. They're awful. I am one, I should know.

Something you collect: Nothing, unfortunately, I don't have the space ): I guess edits on my phone, if digital stuff counts!

Something you forget: THAT ONE GOOD IDEA FOR A DRAWING I HAD EARLIER!! WHAT W A S IT!?!? (this happens a lot!!)

What's your love language? Acts of service, caretaking, really. I'm always making sure people have enough food, and I carry around extras of everything in case anyone needs something.

Favourite movie/show: Friends, Gilmore Girls, Agents of SHIELD, Loki, X Men (FC and DOFP), The Last Jedi (Please don't kill me internet, thank you), Ten Things I Hate About You, While You Were Sleeping

Favourite food: Tacos, maybe? I really love ronto wraps from disneyland.... but considering you have to pay like 200 dollars for a ticket first i don't know if that counts....

Favourite animal: I love wolves!! Sharks, snails, and dogs are close follow ups!

What were you like as a child? Still am one, basically. I'm weird but friendly.

Favourite subject at school? Really, I don't mind them all. What class I like depends on the teacher and the people in the class.

Least favourite subject: PE. I'm asthmatic and tiny, I'm getting trampled!! Are you trying to kill me!?

What's your best character trait? I'm very loyal? I'm not sure!

What's your worst character trait? There's a lot of those. Uhm, probably my perfectionism. It goes a bit too far sometimes.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I would like to be 856 days older.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? Probably one of the cool, important figures. I'm not super historically literate. Maybe rosa parks. It'd be cool to meet shakespeare, ask him what juliet being compared to light REALLY meant and if he even noticed he was doing it. Or maybe jesus. just to know what's going on with that.

Just typing in whoever pops up! Anyone is welcome to join!! @wishchip106 @mooniel @mapofyourstars @lucktv @stinkrat-aleks @chris-in-the-headlights @randomwholocker

Get to know your mutuals! Thank you to @joyful-soul-collector for tagging.

What's the origin of your blog title? I have a bunch of sideblogs dedicated to my most active fandoms and I am an insomniac. My first ever fandom sideblog started the trend as a joke and I just carried on the tradition!

OTP(s) + Shipname: Jayce and Viktor is the main one right now. I also love Ed and Stede from Our Flag Means Death.

Favourite colour: Iridescent white

Favourite game: Dungeons and Dragons for sure! I also like playing Jackbox games with friends.

Song stuck in your head: To Be Seen - Searows

Weirdest habit/trait? Sitting and doing things in the dark. I just prefer existing in dim light because lights can be overwhelming and the darkness keeps my mind calm. Doesn't help I'm stuck in fluorescent lighting all day haha!

Hobbies: Writing, Singing, Crafting, and Baking

If you work, what's your profession? I'm a medical laboratory technician in blood sciences!

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically? Since it specifies realistic, I'd like to be a biomedical scientist in immunology. It would mean getting another degree but I don't mind that too much.

Something you're good at: I'm good at writing! I recently wrote my first children's book and intend to write more when the inspiration comes back. A poetic style of writing is my favourite to do.

Something you're bad at: Socialising. I'm quite awkward but I still like chatting to people.

Something you love: Snails! I adore snails, I used to have pet giant African land snails for a few years.

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: The immune system, pathogenic disease, my fifty million apocalypse stories, etc.

Something you hate: Willful ignorance and anti vaxxers. Both suck very much.

Something you collect: Pins! I have so many. They're on my lanyard, my dunagrees, my pinboard, and my ita bag.

Something you forget: The thing I was meant to be doing.

What's your love language? Gift giving and quality time. Also words of affirmation.

Favourite movie/show: Arcane for sure at the moment. I also love The Walking Dead, Good Omens, Our Flag Means Death, and a bunch of apocalypse/zombie shows.

Favourite food: Pizza

Favourite animal: Snails! 🐌

What were you like as a child? Strange is the best way to describe it honestly.

Favourite subject at school? Science! All the science.

Least favourite subject: Religious Education. No thanks.

What's your best character trait? I'm very passionate about the things and people I love.

What's your worst character trait? I tend to keep things bottled up inside until they come out all at once, I'm still working on not doing that.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? Being able to sleep as soon as my head hits the pillow! That would be amazing.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? I'm not sure, I'm not particularly enamoured by anyone in the past. Maybe Oscar Wilde.

Tagging anyone who wants to!

[dandyshucks]

need Guz to hug me tightly for like an hour solid oh my god dhdjdkl I went driving for the first time in over a year and I chewed my lip raw 😭😭

I'm starting to look like a caricature of Anxiety with all these physical symptoms and signs LMAO

[kingdumkum]

I totally agree with your concept of love!! Too many people rely on the feeling of love instead of choosing to love someone, and they don't realize love takes work. You know?

tee my darlin, we're on the exact same page. I've been ruminating on this for a bit, trying to figure out the best way to say this without being Annoying, but it always comes back to this: love, the kind that lasts a lifetime, is a choice.

i know i got into it a bit here, but like. if you don't expect any other emotion to last forever, why is there a belief that love will? media is beautiful in the sense that we get to have some of the most amazing adventures, but it's also so damaging in how it twists the perception of what a healthy relationship looks like, or what real standards of love are. I could whip out a dozen examples, but they all boil down to how setting an unrealistic expectation for a very impressionable audience negatively influences their idea of what love, romantic or otherwise, is--particularly the young adults that haven't experienced love yet or don't have a healthy example to look up to. love, whether you're on the receiving or giving side, is not an excuse for bad behavior, and nor is it as eternal as media claims.

in my experience, as someone happily engaged and who's been spending a lot of time talking to Older Folks about what's made their marriages last (or end), the longest love is two-sided and it takes work. anyone who tells you otherwise is either lying or has found someone willing to sacrifice everything in order to keep their partner happy.

love is not sacrifice, but it requires compromise; love is not pain, but it requires the memory of happiness in order to continue. love is born from an emotion, but it continues with the conscious decision to make it so. if you're not happy, sad, angry, anxious, etc. 100% of the time, how can you expect love, as an emotion, to exist 100% of the time?

don't get me wrong, love is certainly something you feel, and if you don't feel it, you can not force it--but if you're looking for the kind of love that lasts a lifetime, you've got to be willing to make it a choice, too.

(interestingly, and for another tangent, is how so many continuations/time skips focus on how the original love interests separated after Some Time and are either (1) finding a new love story or (2) rekindling their love... almost like Hollywood is admitting they care more about telling how two people FALL in love and less about what someone has to do in order to make it last a lifetime... but I digress).

[regular-lord-reckoner]

well, in some good news i think i salvaged my hair and it turns out the provider i hate doing charts for more than goddamn anything has decided she no longer needs my services, lol

i'm free!!!