#hyperfocus got my fucking ass. what time is it

[ayyyyysexual]

shoutout to fucked up yuri. we love fucked up yuri. thank you life series gempearl

i just made so many of these i have a whole other post in my drafts

[5cherryblossom5]

smartass, kyle . b ୨୧ [3]

pairing:: kyle broflovski x fem!reader

synopsis:: kyle broflovski has been a pain in the ass since day 1. you hate him, probably more than he hates you, but you're gonna have to swallow your pride if you want him to tutor you for the worst subject known to man: calculus.

started 8/9/23 ↫

ongoing ↫

warnings:: excessive cussing, death of a parent, underage substance use, [will add tags w/ updates]

part 1 | part 2

"CHEMISTRY, A+ AVERAGE, PHYSICS, A+ Average, English, A+ Average...wow, you're one tough cookie, aren't ya?"

Sitting in Mr. Mackey's office was not how you wanted to start your morning. Honestly, you preferred to never be in his office at all.

The thing that sucks though is he's the school's guidance counselor, meaning he's the one you have to kiss ass to so he tells you how on track you are, grade-wise.

"Haha, yeah!" You manage, awkwardly shifting in your seat. The small office was crammed with random shit, including two small and extremely uncomfortable plastic chairs for students to sit on.

'Jesus, they can't even afford cushioned seats? These feel like they stole em' from the kindergarteners.'

Mr. Mackey continues listing off items from your transcript, each grade read aloud filling you with pride. It's when his eyes drop to the bottom of the page that his tone suddenly changes.

"Ah, here's something." His eyes flicker toward you and you desperately want him to spill out whatever 'something' is.

"Now, no need to panic, mmkay? I know you've got your heart set on this valedictorian thing but, uh.."

"But what?!" Oh god oh god, what did you fuck up now? You'd been working your ass off your entire high school career and senior year was not the time for slip-ups.

"Well, there was a class you took sophomore year, mmkay?" Mr. Mackey spins the paper around, your proof of failure right there for your eyes to see.

"Calculus."

Fuck.

Fuck.

You'd completely forgotten about that.

It was either you took it sophomore year and ace it...or you re-took it in senior year. With everything else that had happened last year, it completely slipped your mind.

That wasn't the only issue though.

"I fucking suck at calculus."

Mr. Mackey frowns, tsk-tsking at your choice of words. "Now now, Y/N, no need to get all riled up, mmkay? You can re-take the class this year and I can even set you up with a good tutor if ya' need it!"

Your guidance counselor looks at you expectantly and while you hate to admit it, a tutor would be pretty helpful. No point in taking the class again if you just ended up getting another F.

And F wasn't an option.

"Alright," you sigh, taking your transcript from his hands. "Who do you got?"

"Well," He starts off, tone suddenly nervous. It made you suspicious as hell.

"You might not agree with my suggestion, but he is the student with the highest calculus grade in the past 4 years." The room seems to fade into obscurity as you hyperfocus on the words coming out of Mr. Mackey's mouth, praying to god himself he wasn't about to say what you think he's gonna say.

'Please.'

'Please let the universe love me for once.'

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..

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"Ky-"

"No."

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"-and then he said BROFLOVSKI would be the perfect choice! The nerve of that ass!"

The cafeteria was probably the perfect place to unload all your woes of the day, the loud and obnoxious laughter and softer buzzing of conversation creating a great cover for gossip. Wendy, on the other hand, didn't seem to agree with that sentiment.

"Call me crazy, but I'm not seeing the problem here."

"The PROBLEM," you cry, angrily shoving your hand into Wendy's bag of cheezy o's, "is that there is NO way in fucking hell I'm asking Kyle to tutor me."

Your best friend simply stares at you, blank-faced as you stuff your face with chips.

"That's suicide for my pride!"

"Ah, your pride." She snatches the chips back from your hands, carefully folding the bag before sliding it into a side pocket of her lunch bag. "How could I possibly forget."

You can't help but feel a little hurt by that, her tone of voice obviously implying something else entirely.

"What are you...what are you talking about?"

"Isn't that always what it's about, Y/N?" She scoffs, suddenly sliding all of her belongings into her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder. You look at her with confusion in your eyes.

"H-Huh?"

"You and Kyle. Kyle and you. You guys do nothing but fight and argue, and it's all because you two can't stand the thought of losing to each other."

Her lips turn downwards, eyebrows furrowed in a way you've never really seen from her before.

'Is...is she angry with me?'

"Everyone is always wondering what the hell is up your ass because you seem to not have a life that isn't concerned with academics!"

Your body stiffens, her words striking you at your weak point.

Did people really think that?

It was obvious you didn't have any friends besides Wendy, her being the only person you felt you could really connect with but you tried your best to ignore the stares in the hallways.

The whispers when you walked by.

The dirty looks whenever you scored highest in class.

You'd told yourself everyone was jealous of you, that their "prude" or "smart ass" jabs were coming from a place of envy.

But now...you weren't so sure.

Wendy notices your expression and she must see something in it because her face softens immediately.

"Y/N..." She gently rests an arm on your shoulder. "You know I love you. I only want what's best for you."

"And this?" She motions between you and Kyle, who's currently sitting 2 tables down with his usual friend group.

A friend group Wendy seemed to be a part of, but you did not.

"This isn't healthy. Competition is great and all, but..."

Wendy sighs, opting to adjust her bag in an effort to ease the awkwardness.

"I don't know, sometimes you guys seem like you wanna kill each other. I never understood it. You guys would be great together, I just know it."

"Together!?" You balk, face burning a deep red as you almost hop out of your seat.

Wendy chuckles, dismissing your outburst with a wave of her manicured hand. "You know what I mean."

"But, if this is really something you don't want..." Her gaze falls to somewhere behind you, drawing your attention as well.

The goth kid's table.

"I hear some of them are pretty good with math. Maybe try it out?"

Before you can refute anything, Wendy makes her way over to Stan's table, face lighting up the second her boyfriend and his friends (minus Cartman) greet her with open arms.

You quickly look away before they can notice your staring. You didn't want them to think you were a weirdo or anything. You knew Wendy got shit from the boys already for hanging out with you. 

God, why did everything have to be so frustrating? It was like the universe had a personal vendetta against you. Everything you did was criticized and shit-talked, even when you were just trying to get through high school with the best possible track record a student could have! 

Why couldn't Wendy see that!? Why couldn't anyone see that!?

'Maybe because you know that isn't the reason.'

"Shut up."  You chide, mentally swatting the thought away. Now, in the middle of the damn cafeteria, was not the place for an existential crisis. 

Now you were royally fucked. Did you really want to ruin your reputation more by being seen with the goth kids? Not that you had anything against them yourself, seeing as you actually found them pretty cool...

But your opinion didn't matter. This was high school, where everyone and everything different gets clowned on.

"UGHHH. GOD, KILL ME." You groan out, curling in on yourself and letting your head fall to the cold lunch table, unaware of the odd looks that got you. 

Kyle.

Were you really going to ask Kyle. Kyle. To tutor you?

You could already picture his bitchy grin in your head.

"Y/N. Asking me? To tutor them? The sky must've fuckin fallen. What happened smartass, I thought you were Ms. valedictorian?"

"How pathetic. You think I'd really waste my time on you?"

"Beg for it."

'OHHHKAYYYYY, BRAIN, THAT LAST PART WASN'T NEEDED!!!'

You can feel your face burning from both embarrassment and...whatever that last part was. 

Yeah. There was no way you were asking Kyle anything. Wendy would have to be mad a little while longer. 

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[dayntee]

WIP ASK GAME

Ooh, this looked fun. Thanks for the tag, @opal-apparition. I don’t often talk about anything than Arlathan University, mostly because I hyperfocus like crazy and have a hard time with letting my ADHD get the best of me. 😆 But this was a fun exercise!

So, most of you probably know about my main longfic, That Year at Arlathan University. I just released the largest chapter I’ve ever written for it (at over 10k words, which is pretty unusual for me), so I’ve taken a short pause before I dive into the next one. It won’t be long, but I may miss a week of updating - my new job starts this week and I have no idea what to expect energy-wise when it comes to writing.

While I don’t have a snippet to share for it, I can say the outline to the “end” is finished, and while chapter count may fluctuate, I do know where it’s going now. We’ve officially entered the 3rd and final act of the story. Hang on to your butts.

I’m also working on three more Solavellan pieces (because I… usually get stuck on one ship for a long ass time). They are:

NAME WIP, but what I refer to as my “Bodice Ripper” novel. This is a retelling of Inquisition and Veilguard according to my personal canon runs, but also told from the perspective of a post Veilguard Bellara who’s not ready to let go of her adventures yet. To distract herself, she’s decided to write Lavellan and Solas’ histories so that they are properly preserved and carried on, and not lost as other Dalish tales were in the past. It’s also written rather saucily because I can’t help myself we all know Bellara is an unrepentant fanfiction writer at heart and she feels like the salaciousness will ensure the story doesn’t fade away. 😆 This was always planned to be the big one (150k+) before Arlathan U took over, so we’ll see how long it actually ends up.

NAME WIP, but currently earmarked as the “WoW AU.” The Inquisition is a World of Warcraft guild, told similarly to how the show The Guild was formatted, but following its own story and probably crammed full of WoW references. This idea is too fucking funny for me to not dig into as both a long time WoW and DA player, former Blizzard game master/employee, and someone whose really fallen in love with writing takes on Modern Era Solas. Outlining has started, I expect this to be a shorter multichapter endeavor (maybe 6-8 total).

A Moment in Mind - This is a Solavellan one-shot in Veilguard that asks the question “what if Lavellan tagged along for one of Rook’s conversations with Solas?” Probably part funny, part angsty/sad. I started this one ages ago before I had even finished Veilguard, but it got shelved when the Prof!AU took over my life. I do want to go back and knock this one out though.

I also have a few more smutty Pillars of Eternity pieces I want to go back and write for Watcher Idralia, because Aloth lives rent-free in my head, and I was too shy to write smut when I wrote most of my original pieces. I love a good couple who identify as switches, so those will likely be one-shot indulgences that get added to The Journey of Watcher Idralia at some point. They’re only base ideas right now, no outlines or rough drafts.

If I ever get out of Solavellan Hell, a few other fandoms I might write for (and have passing thoughts on) include:

Fields of Mistria (F!Farmer/Balor)

Baldur’s Gate 3 (F!Tav/Gale)

World of Warcraft (F!OC/Arator, which I’ve had text for since Legion.)

Honestly, if you have interests, questions, or thoughts, let me know! I love talking about all my silly OCs and ships, and it’d be nice to know if any of these ideas are particularly compelling to readers or other authors.

Tags to pass on: @cursedhaglette (because I love your stuff), @luzial (because I always need more of your writing, it’s a legit craving), and anyone from the Fen’Harem whose name I’m not connecting between Discord and Tumblr (some y’all be sneaky). Feel free to ignore if you’re busy! ❤️

Last thing - as a preview, here’s a raid composition list for the Inquisition/WoW!AU. I’ve already largely decided on class/race combinations, but what do you think they’d play?

(If you’re curious, I noted PvE and PvP for people who have a particular preference and rarely cross the line. Everyone else dips their toes in both.)

[stupidiinspades]

legitimately important info on fen.

I just realised that across all my blogs, I have utterly & completely forgotten to make y'all aware of... well. Everything that makes my brain an occasional bear of a problem.

So! With new folx showing up & older folx being wonderfully safe spaces- here's a (hopefully) succinct rundown of what can & likely will cause tangles & delays in inbox answers & replies. Though you can ask several of my friends, I run off at the mouth... so we'll see.

I am completely and entirely UNMEDICATED for (thanks Texas):

Chronic Pain - I had spinal correction/replacement (metal rods) in June, 2011, & lately have been having issues with neck, shoulder, and hip pain. This can affect how often I'm here, or how well I can communicate ooc. It can & will get bad enough to interfere with my ability to think. All I got are OTC meds and I like my liver too much to abuse those.

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ASD + ADHD - Primarily this affects my writing in regards to frequent distractions from drafts; working on multiple drafts at one time several sentences at a time (few sentences, save draft- go to different draft & repeat); and object permanence issues severe enough I will forget discord chats & DMs exist. Also hyperfocus shifts. As well as me getting stuck on details & overthinking details in threads that don't matter in the long run. XD

TO BE ABUNANTLY CLEAR- if I seem to 'ignore' you, it is in your best interest of mental health & emotional wellbeing to assume it is completely unintentional. I am very aware it can be hurtful, & I am so fucking sorry in advance. I struggle with guilt over this almost constantly.

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Executive Dysfunction - I have been intending to fill out / create a carrd for my blogs since I made them months ago. I have also been intending to create a longer form guidelines page. Yet here I am. XDDD This also tends to affect dash games, memes, & replies.

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Hippocampal Brain Damage - Sorta connected to the previous points, my memory is utter ass & I can & will forget to respond to DMs after the notif is gone; answer asks; or reply to things I am tagged in. (If I accidentally ignore you on Discord I am so fuckin sorry XD)

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Generalised / Time-Sensitive / Social Anxiety + pathological demand avoidance - I will not frequently shove myself at you until I am aware you are down cool with that.

Pressure for quick replies will shut me down & one will very likely subconsciously move to the bottom of my mental lists. Rules pages that sound abrasive & haughty will result in me not interacting at best, & a block at "worst".

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C-PTSD - This likely impacts several things I'm not specifically aware of as well as everything that I am. C'est la vie.

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Other Specified Dissociative Disorder - This is less likely to come up outside of potential difference in style of writing or ooc communication. Nothing really to keep in mind specifically unless someone makes themselves known to you; in which case I will very likely not have memory of the resultant conversation.

Borderline Personality Disorder - Aside from generalised anxiety I can and will become legitimately paranoid that I am a bother or a burden, and will lessen my presence unintentionally. I am working on this!

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[pokenoire]

Amour (French name for Love) + Shipping It's a good ship name honestly

I think I'll add the Miraculous Ladybug stuff here (all my OTPs are Feligette, Felixette, Marinette Cheng (previous concept), Bridgette Cheng, Félix Agreste and Spinix respectively) I'm not a fan of the Felinette canon (they stole our name lmaaao)

My own taste is reverse crush AU and Ladrien

(I'm on the most hated sides of the fandoms I participate in and I feel fucked like hell)

I think I got a little angry with Felinette (Fathom x Marinette) because in addition to stealing the previous name, I was accused and attacked for calling Marinette pre-canon MARINETTE as she was in the material when I returned to the fandom or in this case I joined the Twitter fandom because I was a Facebook/Orkut pre-teen/teenager/recent adult at that time

I've known about Miraculous since 2014 but I wasn't active in the fandom because I'm not good with social media I was here in 2011-2012, I could have bumped into it, but for better or for worse, I was a pre-teen, a little stupid I didn't even know how to create a DA at that time . I've only seen a few clips and a synopsis until then. Pokemon is my main hiperfocus I am extremely attached to the concepts I was able to see at that time, despite XY being what who what I most talking two pleces is based in Paris. As Pokemon XY end, in 2016 I started to focus a lot on this show as my next hyperfocus, something that I didn't watch regularly started to be something much more talked about. Obviously my autistic ass who isn't good with change was upset with how the plot changed, but that was good because I wrote a lot (Brazilian Portuguese is my native language) and I'm a known fan at least there, known as such a big fan of Felixette/Feligette who talked about them the most there so it's good to a point.

Oh of course I would like to try to draw better and post art from this group interacting together PLEASE I need it

Now that I've finished Pokémon for good without Ash, I can't be sorry Riko, you're making me relive the shit with Adrien vs Félix pre-canon "the best protagonist is now" I'm feeling dejavu with this shit.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Brains as Pets

Weird title, I know, but hear me out.

Talking with a friend of mine about how honestly, the worst part about this AI shit so many places are trying to shovel onto us en masse (besides them trying to completely kill the creative industries) is how it basically destroys independent thought. People want information, they'd rather not work for it, so they let AI generate it for them. Even if the AI is wrong, or stupid, or just plain poisoned. As long as they didn't have to think of anything more taxing than a prompt, they don't care.

This got me to thinking about how I'd fare in an environment where all I could do was put a prompt into something and get a result. And I know exactly what would happen - I would die. Given my mental health situation, possibly literally. Because my brain is what I can only call a high-maintenance dog. It's kind of like trying to keep a kelpie-husky mix in a one-bedroom apartment. If you don't do some regular high-intensity enrichment for that poor beastie, it is going to destroy everything.

Now, some people's brains are more lhasa apso, and that's fine. Some people can just sit and watch TV, for instance. Nothing else - just ... watch a thing on TV. I cannot do that. That is insufficient enrichment for my brain. So I'll be watching TV and reading, or watching TV and playing a game on my phone. Or watching TV and doing a jigsaw puzzle, or playing solitaire, or... something, anyway. I can just read, but I can't just watch TV; I don't get why, but I can't.

(Actually, that's not entirely true either; I generally need background noise when I read, but the better the book, the more I can hyperfocus on it. I just haven't found a TV show I can hyperfocus on. Maybe it's the nature of the medium, I dunno.)

Anyway, point is that my brain needs enrichment. It needs the equivalent of a fucking American Gladiators obstacle course. A guy I dated once told me that "you think too much - if we got you blind drunk and hit you in the head a few times to kill off most of your brain cells, then you'd be normal". (And then he was surprised when I immediately dumped his ass.) My brain is a cat with the zoomies, or a working breed dog, and if I deny it appropriate enrichment, it will destroy the metaphorical sofa cushions and pee all over the floor, and it won't be good for anybody.

So AI can miss me with that shit. If I need to write a cover letter, I'll do it myself. It's the equivalent of giving my overactive brain a good run at the nearest dog park.

[nikatyler]

Zeph 1.0

in other news we continue clowning for Astarion and letting him drink from us

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Right so I don't know what or who to believe anymore in this goddamn game

I say goddamn but I still love it don't get me wrong

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mum come pick me up i'm scared

now tell me why tf did i rush here with no spell slots left

yeah we're fucked, reload 💀

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i may be a monster

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I'm starting to get a headache but I wanna keep playing 🥴

Hyperfocus this, hyperfocus that, what about "I'm fully aware I should be doing something else or else I will suffer greatly but I can't stop and it's worth the pain" kinda focus

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*You notice the blood's source* *Astarion approves* okay thanks??? 😂

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"Can you imagine dressing entirely in red?" I'm not saving your ass when I create Ross for my next playthrough smh

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I felt really really really bad about this and thought I was making a big mistake (I probably was 💀) but seeing only 7 % of players unlocked this? Yeah that's cool. Or maybe not. Idk I feel bad 💀

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Trying to take down the bitch evil vampire again

Am I struggling? Mayhaps

We are Fucked™ lmao (that's a lmao of big pain not lmao of this is hilarious)

Alright let's try again

How do y'all not get attached and just play and stay cool because it's just a game. I'm 👌 this close to ugly rage crying lol stop being mean to my boy leave him alone stay away from him get a job

Not now duo dammit

...fuck

Yeah no I'm reloading and I'm just gonna fuck around the city a bit, I can't do this rn 💀

Okay so the strategy of 1) just go there 2) try not to die is not working too well in the big fights in act 3 for me 💀 oh well I'll try harder I guess

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they need a pair of glasses smh

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So I'm seriously considering throwing 2 weeks of gameplay in the trash just to get a better shot at a romance but…now I'm thinking about some tedious parts and ehhh 🫠

Is he worth it? He is worth it. Right?

Lmao I don't remember the last time a fictional character had a grasp on me like that. It's rather embarrassing really 💀 I'm too old to act like this aren't I 💀

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Actually considering how bad today has been, reloading that far will probably Fix Me™ so I'm doing that right after a little afterwork nap

And if it turns out to be pointless or a bad idea I can always just switch back to the furthest point in the storyline I got, I won't overwrite that save

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Sacrificing about 42 hours of gameplay 🫡 it's been an honor but I need the vampire's love more than oxygen. Reloading now 🫡

And I'm making sure to actually finish some quests I didn't the first time *cough* the shadow curse *cough*

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I put him in Karlach's clothes...for science

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HELP I'VE BEEN LAUGHING AT THIS FOR FIVE MINUTES NOW

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I need to pickpocket people more. In the game I mean. Every time I succeed, I get a good giggle out of it 🤭

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organ rearranger you say...can i...can i say something...

Okay we're all adults here right I can say it. Minors look away this isn't a safe space for you

Well let's just say I stole this for someone and he can rearrange my organs anytime okay byeeeeeeee

Well technically he stole it himself I just giggled with my finger ready on f8 in case things go badly 🤭

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Okay so I just found that one reason why some things weren't going well for me was simply because I don't long rest enough in the game 💀

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Me when I first started playing bg3: I hope there's a way to avoid a lot of combat, I hope I'll be able to just talk my way through Me now: woooo slaughter!! 😗

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Nooo I was like "wooo yeah cutscene finally!!! is it happening?? are we so back???? we're so back amirite" and it's this guy 😭😭 (with all due respect i was hoping for something else 💀)

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and it's only gonna get worse

let's goooooo

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Does this game hate me or what

It's so joever it's so joever I'm just not getting any cutscenes in the camp lmao

My negative rizz is so strong not even videogame characters want me

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You know what? I get her

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WAIT HOLD WE ARE SO BACK

I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THIS *incoherent screaming*

I truly am the embodiment of this meme

I'm not even trying to scream anymore my voice is dead

I can't believe this actually happened so now I'm pretty much spamming the kiss, ignoring everything else

"I play for the plot" she said 🤭

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my game crashed, good thing I save every five seconds otherwise I'd think about jumping off of very tall somethings

okay i actually lost like zero progress, jfc blessed day

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Zeph you're standing way too close lol

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"I'm gonna speedrun the parts I've been through about a week ago," she said, failing to realize she's not a good runner

There's no such thing as speedrunning this game lol. I just want to do everything always. Fight everything and open every crate and loot everyone 🤭

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back to act 3 we go now that i've righted my wrongs 😌😌

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wise words from daddy, wise words indeed

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buddy you have one job

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...okay?

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"watch out for anyone acting STRANGELY" said by the guy who tries to suck your blood on like the first night of camping together but ok love whatever you say 💀

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[gubbles-owo]

Contingency Contract is upon us! It's designed to be fully modular, so just pick which risks you feel comfortable with and have a go. Don't get discouraged by how overwhelming it can be at first. It can be quite fun to make the perfect match between the risks you pick and the operators you go with.

aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA

babey's first CC clear... It took me a few tries to clear without any risks, albeit with the "no guards or supporters" thing already in mind. Once I finally cleared it, realized I could add on three risks ($$$ guards and supporters, max squad size 10, 1 base health) without changing up my strategy at all.

Later I did a similar run with the class toggle flipped (aka the Gubbles Learn Not to Over-Rely on Manticore Challenge™). This was woefully scuffed. The first attempt was ended prematurely when the battery in my mouse died partway through, and the second had a number of egregious tactical errors. I know how to better pull it off, but I somehow managed to clear it on try 2 so fuck it I'll take it

I was also able to pull off one of the early challenge missions (smth like "ur attack suck" and "edgy slicey boi have more hp" combo). From that I finally learned how powerful the combined slow from Manticore + Suzu really is, it's like. TURBO SLOW. er, um. extra slow. jumbo slow. molasses. paint dry. whatever u get the picture For all of em I had to borrow a friend's Kyato, and ngl I still kinda feel like I cheated? But when presented with the choice of dual-bladed delete cannon or literally not being able to clear the base stage at all... I suppose I'll take the victory supported by friends >w>`

This is the highest amount of contingency bucks I will ever possess, and of course with such a limited sum of funds and an exclusive pool of things with which to purchase with such funds, it's paramount I take the time to really consider all of my options, carefully make an informed and calculated decision on what would best be wor--

or I could immediately just manticore outfit. It's okay she's worth it So @lilyblackdrawside, I know you sent this ask much earlier on in the event, and I intended to attempt it earlier, but for a while I just... didn't feel much up for it? Hard content is hard, babey player is babey, and life always finds a way to intervene. Lack of interest, hyperfocus on N64 development, hyperfocus on beating Perfect Dark for the first time, chronic illness, mental illness, going outside for walks on the precious two (2) days it didn't feel like instant heatdeath outside. Y'know, the usual. But given that this is the last CC-- and also the first CC I was even able to participate in-- I gotta say, I wish I got to it sooner. Generally speaking, challenging content usually ain't my thing unless I'm really interested in taking it on. And in the context of arknights, I've been burned out enough by the difficulty curve of the events and complexity of managing a ton of ops to really seek any of it out. But while even the risk 3 CC was difficult... I had fun! Eliminating certain classes got me to better think of how to get the most of what ops I had available. A stronger boss and squishier ops got me to think more critically about how to keep my ops alive through the onslaught, and to discover a pretty powerful combination of slows to crank the most out of what DPS I could manage. I bet I could've managed to squeeze in a risk 4, even, if I hadn't taken it all on in the last two days of the very last CC. Not recognizing an appreciation or enjoyment of something until it's just about gone... kind of an ongoing theme with my life lately, eh? It was my first real CC, but I'm gonna miss it. Oh also the music. The music straight up kicks ass.

Also someone borrowed my Vulcan a bunch fsr?? I know who took out Manticore that one time, but as for Vulcan's eight excursions up to risk fucking ten, I've no clue who brought her along for that ride. First time Anyone has used my support units, really, so I'm glad they could be useful!! anyway everyone look at my (virtual) (anime) (adopted) daughter, she's so cool and confident and she's grown so much and im lov her

[sayyourprayers]

You're a fucking pussy mainly because you stand for nothing and have no real input on the matter and to make yourself feel better about it, you assume everyone who does stand for something is a "performative activist". It doesn't take a lot to stand against an ongoing genocide and occupation of Palestinians.

You're adding your own unnecessary input and dialogue into a matter that you also have no real stake in and posturing around like you're above it all, like you some "voice of reason" when you haven't said anything of real value or anything new. You're so cool and different for recognizing you don't understand the full compacity of a global issue, better hyperfocus on the bad faith actors like that's the most important thing to do at the moment. You're truly better than everyone for not giving a fuck about anything and telling everyone you don't give a fuck. Suck a fat fucking dick from the back bitch.

when reading comprehension is swimming along with bad logic in the septic tank that is your cranium.

That's exactly what i said you dumb fucking hoe that y'all act like fucking heroes for saying genocide bad. When it's the least you could fucking do, you waste of space, time and resources.

Imagine trying to appease the gods of morality by having an opinion on noah fucking schnapp's opinion of zionism. lmao. when there's not enough problems in a 100km radius, folks like you shoot ICBMs of sympathy and pathological need to appear as being in the right. why is that you fucking phony ass bitch?

what voice of reason? i am not defending idiots out here or discussing how the conflict affects byler endgame. neither am I hyping up other actors at the cost of another actor's support for imperialism.

you woke up and chose to bleed out for this cause. good on you? i guess noah did end up doing more for your dead conscience than idk everyone else of actual import.

maybe suck your fat fucking thumb cuz you've got to be too young to suck a dick if this is your stupid fucking diatribe on anon about something that's clearly hit a nerve but not the prefrontal cortex.

i don't have to understand the full complexity bitch cuz it isn't complex. y'all wanna pretend. stfu and your infantile notions of what complex means. lemme try and fuck up your life and see how you find the complexity in allowing people to debate the morality of my actions and the impact of it on byler endgame or some shit.

also shut the fuck up you germ. the 99% is not always right. (reference to my post lest your enraged dick starts typing at the keys before your upper intestine processes any of it)

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #55

I have been working on something all day today. Because the thing I ordered yesterday arrived today! Behold!!

So you remember that bowl that my klutzy ass shattered yesterday? Well guess what:

The pictures do NOT do it any justice. This thing is SPARKLY!! 🤩

It's not quite finished yet. Again, I am dyspraxic; this is going to take me a while. My hands are clumsy as hell because the idea of my body moving exactly in the way I intend is a distant fantasy for me; being dyspraxic fucking SUCKS. And I'm REALLY SUPER MEGA GLAD that you don't gotta deal with it. Clinical clumsiness is really not a fun time. For ANYONE involved. But whatever! I make it work!!

So the kit comes with this stuff:

You've got paper dishes with black gloves crunched up inside. You're supposed to use gloves because uncured epoxy is supposedly poisonous, but I didn't use the gloves because I can't afford to lose any more points in DEX, and when my fingertips are covered, my DEX score (which is already very low) gets set to -50.

Underneath are two containers of "gold dust" (it's really just extremely fine sparkly gold glitter, but still!). Then you've got the tube of food-grade epoxy (it's made of cashews, I guess? but it smells vaguely like shrimp).

I wasn't able to get you too terribly many pictures of the process, because this stuff sets FAST, holy cow! But I can give you a rundown of the steps:

First, you squirt an amount of the epoxy into one of the paper dishes. Then you add "an appropriate amount" (verbatim from the instructions) of the gold dust to the epoxy and stir it around with the wooden sticks provided. Then you use the stick to glorp the epoxy onto the edges of one of the pieces you're joining. Then you press the pieces together, and wait for a short time, and be VERY careful not to touch the epoxy until it stops being tacky, because the stuff has the stickiness and consistency of partially-melted caramel, and it WILL prioritize sticking to your skin over sticking to the ceramic (go on, ask me how I know! haha!). Keep doing that until all the pieces are joined together. Then you use the handy-dandy... chisel... knife... thing...??? to scrape off any excess epoxy. It looks like this:

...Or uh. That's what it looked like towards the end of doing this, anyway. I've been at this for... 6 or 7 hours now? But still, it's VERY sharp (again, ask me how I know!), and very good at scraping excess epoxy off of ceramic.

Though I didn't get many pictures of mixing the epoxy, or of the pieces after the epoxy was applied to the edges, I did snag a few images while taking quick breaks:

Anyway. Ideally, for a non-dyspraxic person, this process is simple enough. But that is not my lot in life, so... 6 or 7 hours, several sliced-open fingers, epoxy spills and glitter spills on my hands (and in my fresh cuts, fun fun... knowing my luck, I'm gonna have gold-colored scabs until those mend, good grief...), too many instances of accidentally touching still-tacky epoxy while trying to put another piece on, and needing to thus reapply the previous piece, and various spills all over my pants and all over the table I was working on later, I'm....!!!! ...still not finished. 😖

It's together, but I gotta go over each crack one more time with the epoxy goop; Not all of the cracks are thoroughly covered, so I'm still seeing spots where water can get in between things and cause problems. It's not because the kit is bad; the kit is very good! But rather, it's because this is my first time doing something like this, and my hands are clumsy even for things that I do well.

I'm maybe a little cranky about it at the moment because throughout this I mostly forgot to eat and drink (although we did get pork soup dumplings and some other stuff, which prompted me to eat, and that was good!); hyperfocus is a thing, and the time zooms by and I have no idea what happened (what even IS time, anyway? why do we have it? why does it gotta be linear? who decided that this was a good idea? seriously, what the fuck).

But I still had a lot of fun with it, even though my fingers are now ouchy from many accidents with the sharp implement and I've probably accidentally inhaled enough gold dust that my snots are probably gonna be gold-colored every time I blow my nose for the next week. You can bet your bottom that I'm gonna be back at it tomorrow. And then after that, it'll need 48 hours for the epoxy to fully cure and set. After that, though, the bowl will be better and more beautiful than before! It will be a wonderful vessel for that pumpkin soup! Just you wait!

Hey, Sephiroth!!! You go around acting like you're some kinda weird abomination and thinking that a normal life is out of reach for you because of it. And I don't agree with that!!! Not even a teeny tiny little bit!!! You are a "monster" in the same way that I am "furniture"! Which is to say, NOT AT ALL. And I know that this probably seems unrelated to the bowl right now, but I promise you it's not! Just listen:

Even if you were a monster, you can still do normal human things if you want to!! You can do them just because you decided it!! Sure some people might look down on you because of how you were born, but that's because they're insecure and judgmental, and you don't have to listen to those ones! There aren't gonna be any "monster police" coming to get you just because you're deciding to grow a garden at your house, or just because you decide to cook yourself a meal, or just because you're sitting on a sofa on a rainy day with a warm, fuzzy blanket, enjoying a hot mug of tea! And even if there were "monster police" who would be foolish enough to try to disturb your peace, you can just summon up some of that "I'd like to see them try" type of attitude you showed us before and send them a-runnin' with their tails between their legs! You are allowed to not give any fucks towards any arbitrary social rule that says you're unlovable or that you're not allowed to enjoy your life because of how you were born, the way you were raised, the horrors you've endured, the mistakes you've made, or whatever challenges you live with as a result of it all! You are not a lost cause! You are not broken beyond repair!

Sephiroth, I was a viciously abused autistic/ADHD child that absolutely no one wanted to have around. I know what it is to feel subhuman! I know what it is to feel out of place! I know what it means to be raised with the idea that, "if I'm not perfect or if I don't do what they want, I'm going to be considered unlovable and everyone is going to hurt me." And I have hurt people in the past who did not deserve it, too.

But you know what? Here I sit in my silly little house with my silly little things, awkwardly putting back together a pretty bowl that my clumsiness destroyed. I am putting it back together despite the difficulties that being AuDHD/dyspraxic presents. I am putting it back together even though my traumatized brain absolutely refuses to give me even a moment's peace, as all my instincts scream at me that the end result is gonna suck because I'm the one doing it, that the bowl is a lost cause, that I should be doing something "more productive" with my time, and that I'm a bad person for the fact that I'm making a mess in the process, and a bad person for the fact that I struggle with things like these to begin with.

But, my limitations and old conditioning that I'm trying to overcome aside, one fact remains: this bowl is going to be BEAUTIFUL when it's done, regardless of how loudly my brain tries to tell me that it's gonna be ugly because it was shattered in the first place, or that it's gonna be ugly simply because it's MY hands trying to fix it.

I've been told my whole life that no one's gonna love me because I don't think or act like most other people. But I'm sitting here with people who absolutely adore me, not despite the fact that I'm weird and abnormal as hell, but BECAUSE I'm weird and abnormal as hell! I'm considered "other" and "monstrous" and "socially unacceptable" by many, just for freaking existing. And here the fuck I am, DOING NORMAL HUMAN THINGS ANYWAY.

Because here's the thing, Sephiroth: only I get to decide whether or not I am allowed to have a normal. Other people are gonna try to tell me that the nature of my existence means that I don't deserve a normal, or that I'll never have a normal, no matter how hard I try. But I don't gotta listen to those people! Because a clumsy, awkward normal is STILL a normal! Just like the bowl, it doesn't have to be perfect to be worthwhile! There is strength in imperfection! There is beauty in imperfection!

All of this can be true for you as well! You are a human being! And even if you weren't a human being, SO FREAKING WHAT? You're still a person! And as a person, you don't gotta listen if broader society tells you that you're not allowed to have a normal for whatever stupid fucking reason. So just be you. Be the you who laughs and cries and reaches for your locket when you're troubled. Be the you who says what you're thinking and feeling. Be the you who does not stifle his emotions. Be the you who asks for help when those emotions threaten to consume you. People who benefit from keeping your self-esteem low and from encouraging you to dehumanize yourself will tell you that things such as those are weaknesses, but they're not; rather, they're the source of any human being's natural strength.

So, like any human, be like a glorious stained glass window. Be like a beautiful bowl that was pieced back together with intentionality and love. Be like any shattered thing that was put back together. And then go on to put other shattered things back together, even if you do it clumsily. Because shattered things that were repaired are some of the most beautiful things in this world you'll ever find.

If you only knew just how much courage it takes me every day to write to you. If only you knew how much resolve it takes to do the work of putting the shattered pieces of my own voice back together, after years of being silenced and being told who I'm supposed to be by people who didn't have my best interests at heart. If only you knew how much strength it takes, after decades of abuse and decades of being taught that my "stupid, weak-ass thoughts and feelings don't fucking matter to anyone", and decades of being taught that nothing I say or do makes any difference anywhere, to put my still-awkward voice in spaces where I know I'm gonna get hurt or ignored.

If you knew, then maybe you'd understand why I write about repairing broken things as though it is the most important thing there is. If you knew, then maybe you'd understand why I hold out my hand to you and call you so fervently to get up off your knees and do this work upon yourself; the darkness doesn't suit you, and there are plenty of people around who would help you. I'm such a one.

I don't know if it's hard for you to understand. So instead I'll show you that shattered bowls can still hold soup. Just you watch. Please stay safe until I get to show you. Please remember that you are loved; otherwise I wouldn't be trying so hard every day to reach you.

I'm going to write to you again tomorrow, with the same shaky, awkward voice with which I've been writing to you so far. Because it doesn't have to be perfect to be worthwhile; shattered minds, hearts, and voices can still hold goodwill, compassion, and love.

Your friend, Lumine

[cycloptics]

This is basically a diary entry that gets dark but maybe it’s onto something? I needed it okay

Basically I’m just talking about art and being autistic and quitting my job after hitting burnout

And also some personal traumatic shit I guess

Please don’t feel inclined to read this if you don’t want to I think I just needed to put out my real fucking feelings into the world ya know?

Something really crazy has happened since I hit burnout.

I spent forever hating every piece of art I did, whether it was painting, drawing, or nail art. I’ve hated all of it, never thought I was good enough. I still don’t, of course, but I do atleast feel like I see potential during the process.

But now, since I’ve got the support of people who love my work, or love me, I’m able to look at it again (after a break of hyperfocus) and I can say “okay.. wow, that’s pretty good. I like that.” And that’s fucking HUGE! But what’s even crazier is I looked back and old work I did, work that sat in my sketchbooks abandoned forever, and I am like holy shit. I did that. And I love that.

I painted this in 2019-2020, I’m not even sure when, but I remember being in my apartment, I remember this being one of those pieces where I was desperate to make art. I desperately looked for ways to make a living doing art, just so I’d be able to paint. I bought a Wacom pen and a laptop, I was determined to learn digital art.. and I hated it. Then I bought an iPad and Apple Pencil, still didn’t love digital art. Then someone said “you should do nails” and I thought it was perfect. Then I went to school and did that. Worked my ass off. Went to the best salon in my area and worked there, killing myself and burning myself out in the process, trying to be perfect.

**TW: death, PTSD, loss of a pet, loss of a parent, hospitals**

Then my cat got sick, and even though I syringe fed him prescription food and cat pedialyte, gave him meds, and tried everything, he died.

Then a week later my dad tore his Achilles and ended up in the hospital with 2 DVTs and a PE. He then fought for 2 months to stay alive for us. I watched my dad code and survive multiple times, spent Christmas in ICU with him on a bipap to breathe, watched him lose his fucking mind, praying to god, almost fighting god, seizing, shaking, crying, desperately kissing me and my brothers heads while not being able to say anything other than beg god. I tried everything I could to bring his mind back, because it was my dads biggest fuckin fear was losing his mind. I brought pictures and showed him.. the guilt I feel for going to work while my dad was in the fucking hospital. The calls I got. The way he begged me to break him out of there, and I will always regret not doing that. I’ll never forget it the faces my dad made, the sounds he made, when delirium took over and he was so scared, and looked nothing like himself. Covered head to toe in bruises and restrained to the bed, because they tried to put a Bipap on him when he was sleeping. I’ll never forget seeing how broken my dad was, a man who was so prideful and stubborn, and whose biggest nightmare came true when his youngest daughter had to help him use the bathroom. The way my dad never wanted to seem weak, and the way my stepmom humiliated him. The way she made him sound so pathetic to the doctors that they gave him too much oxygen constantly, because she said he couldn’t do anything without almost suffocating. The way she lied and said he was on 2 liters every night, because that’s how she got her oxygen. She was on 2 liters. My dad refused to use it. The way that him getting too much oxygen made his COPD worse. How that’s what ended up being the cause of death. Not the blood clots that I was so terrified of, that it was COPD. I’ll never forget New Year’s Day and me having full blown OCD had texted everyone in my family begging them not to do laundry because it would mean my dad would die, and finding out my stepmom did laundry because she isn’t superstitious.. then that day finding out my dad was never gonna make it out. I’ll never forget moving to comfort care, and trying to make sure my dad heard all his favorite songs as we all said goodbye to him, or the fact that when it came down to it, my dad was taken off of everything and still refused to die in front of his kids. That my brother made us leave. And he died soon after we left the room. I’ll never forget falling asleep and swearing I’d hear his voice. Crying to Al green in my car. Going fully nonverbal after he died. I thought I knew death because my mom died, but I was wrong. I didn’t know death was so fucking UGLY.

Probably the worst part of death is finding out that it’s so fucking gutwrenchingly ugly. it’s so rarely peaceful. The portrayals I saw of it or heard of it, those were coping mechanisms from grieving people just hiding the reality of it.

I also can’t forgive my stepmom for cremating my dad when he had a literal plot next to my mom, with a headstone my grandfather carved (family biz was monuments) or the fact that she told everyone he didn’t want a funeral.

My dad would never have deprived his kids of the opportunity to grieve him properly.

So I don’t have his ashes, we never did any service, and I’m still pretty fucking fucked up from it.

Then two weeks later one of my best friends died, she was the same age my mom was, with kids the same ages me and my brothers were when my mom died, and she died suddenly with no warning, just like my mom. Her parents called me to tell me. Her dad a week before had reached out to see how I was doing when my dad passed. The universe really is funny that way.

Then another friend died, liver failure. Fucking what? And I couldn’t go to that funeral because I had to work, and I had already taken off too much time for all the other deaths. Couldn’t be the sad employee with all the dead friends and family members apparently. And it gnawed at me that I let work keep me from being with my dad when he was dying, that I missed a funeral because of the pressure to be at work, that I was having breakdowns during nail appointments and only heard about how fucking slow I was.

So I quit my fuckin job. And I regret nothing.

Am I broke as fuck? YES. Have I figured out how to make money for real? Nope. Have I listed anything? Nope. But I will.

Because burnout really taught me that I know what my real passion is in life and what makes me happy, and it’s fucking paint. And art supplies. And doodles. And hyper focusing on something and picking it apart for hours and not having someone over my shoulder telling me I’m too slow, or it’s not good enough.

I’m still in burnout, but if I didn’t hit it, I’d never have allowed myself to heal. I’d never have let myself focus on my actual needs, because I never let them matter. Just had to be a machine that did perfect work to make money for others while I took enough to pay my bills.

And tbh, I’m fine with only getting by, as long as I am doing something I actually enjoy.

Anyway. This started about me realizing that I don’t absolutely suck at art, but I think I really just needed to let out all of these feelings without worrying about anyone else’s. I people pleased through grief. What a dumb thing to do. Fuck masking. Fuck it. I’m done.

[87dvhnk]

black women love to scream about how they're being killed and no one cares, but if you ask them who's killing them, they get real persnickety; and if you attempt to do something about it, they scream "racist," so. i would say big time shrug, but unfortunately multiple instances of violence and two attempts on my life (one by a black women, who tried to burn me alive) forbid me from being naive and innate dignity forbids me from playing stupid.

like with anything, you want to suffer? you want to die? fine. your kink is not my kink. suicide is a human right. you try to drag me or new life into it? we have a problem.

intersectionality was a mistake.

it's like feminists don't remember the racial clusterfuck before trannies got big. they don't remember the mccarthyite accusations of racism. the changing of literal dictionary definitions, and the attacking of women who who didn't agree with the change. the censorship of crime statistics and moral condemnation of anyone who didn't jump in line in loud denial of. the deification of criminals, who were in fact innocent little lambs. the media being lock in step with all the bullshit. before shewon.com, there was white girl bleed a lot. the author is dead now, by the way, and was always male, but the fact of the matter is that the author had to be male, because a woman would have been torn to shreds by other women and leftist moids for documenting the same thing, so his y chromosome was forgivable if grating. by the way, none of his shit still exists on youtube anymore due to censorship picking up a few years ago. you will never comprehend how much youtube got rid of. the degree of censorship is incomprehensible if you only hovered on the good and moral correct and god-lighted shit.

this is what i mean when i say the current hyperfocus on trans rights is like a laser light used on an animal for women, giving a false sense of clear-sighted unity, but when if it is removed, just like before it existed in the mainstream, women will be like they were: at each others' throats. women really should be at each other's throats, considering their fundamentally incompatible politics. women who vote for "restorative justice" want me dead just as much as women who vote for sexual predators to have free access to women's spaces, and i'd be a fool to not react in kind.

ovarit, the single bastion of feminist thought on the internet (not discussing lc, which is it's own post), made after reddit banned gendercritical, has barely anyone left after years and years of mass bans for unacceptable speech, unacceptable speech being discussion, however gentle, of race. that was until the palestinians fought back againt israeli genocide, of course, and it became open season to shit on arab and muslim men, for which one infamous user was specifically banned for many years ago. (not black men, though. still get banned.) it's incredible how many threads there are with little engagement and then a barrage of deleted comment deleted comment, deleted comment, deleted comment, deleted comments. just like reddit.

censorship is a woman thing. men amongst themselves never censor. women amongst themselves always do. you can't cry when it comes back to bite you in the ass, but you sure as fuck will.

women, and feminists in particular, have the memory spans of goldfish and the spines of boiling gelatin.

[decodedlvr]

The thing that’s annoying is that any one of those writers could have been the one caught “liking” posts by that account, because everyone and their mom likes shit without always diligently checking the tags/warnings/the entirely of that pages master list for dubious content. And I remember after all this went off some of the fics on that account were regular ass fics, or regular dark fics, yet some people were blocked for interacting with that page at ALL, even the normal fics. It’s by pure LUCK that some people were not caught out for liking some random persons fic without knowing the content was dubious. And I’m willing to guess people have gotten VERY lax about reading warnings since. Nobody should pretend they’ve spent the entirety of their time in the fandom vetting every single thing they’ve “liked” as a form of bookmarking. It could have happened to ANYONE and they don’t want to admit that.

And another thing I’ve noticed, I went on my own block spree after this all went down and had to stop because there were hundreds if not thousands of people interacting with that pages fics and with that blog. There’s also mostly white people in this fandom. But you know what I noticed? People hyper focused on you, as well as two other blogs who I won’t name bc idk if they’d be comfortable dredging all this up again, who openly state are black/poc/mixed. There were WELL over 600 people blocked but people *specifically* were only bringing up the poc blogs - why? And this isn’t to say poc get a pass on accidentally interacting w dubious shit but WHY THE HYPERFOCUS on the VERY FEW OPENLY POC in this fandom? Out of the HUNDREDS of white people who interacted on that blog? There were even people commenting who KNEW what the content was and was specifically commenting and naming that they liked it for that specific reason, why not name THOSE blogs instead? But no, they gathered the specific names of blogs that openly state they’re poc, in a fandom where the number of poc is extremely small, and publicly AND “privately”(discords) choose to drag them through the mud. Some of those accounts didn’t do shit except like one of the normal fics from that page that wasn’t one of the ones that were fucked up. And I’m not saying that blocking any accounts interacting w that page is wrong, not at all, I’m saying WHY WERE THEY SPECIFICALLY ONLY NAMING AND SHAMING THE POC BLOGS. ALL THREE specifically say “black/mixed/poc” in the header/bio.

You isn’t have to post this, but if you do I know people probably won’t(or pretend not to) get what it is I’m pointing out here. But once again out of ALL the white people that were interacting with that page, AND GIVEN THAT THIS FANDOM IS PRIMARILY MADE UP OF WHITE PEOPLE IT WAS MOSTLY WHITE PEOPLE, it’s three poc that were specially getting named over and over again and being made an example of. While the white people that did get forgotten about.

Tbh the main thing I’ve noticed, is that when there are people or friends that believe and know you as a person, wouldn’t bother standing up for you because then they’d lose their own friends.

they would rather not share with people who are actually innocent and made a mistake in this situation vs them not losing their own status. It’s sad. Some get to walk away, and some are stuck living with it. Some just sit back and watch, and that’s just as bad

They’ve got my name on lockdown that’s for sure. And there’s no escaping it

[son-of-drogo]

The Naval Treaty

-Hell yeah cream suit time!

-No but Holmes looks pretty with his hair down.

-Watson is trying not to smile.

-He grin.

-Aww Watson loves him so much!

-"For a moment I thought you did something clever." How to get on Sherlock Holmes' shit list.

-Ok is it just me or is Tadpole kinda cute?

-"Prrray continue, Mr. Phelps."

-I think I have a thing for mustaches.

-Phelps' dressing gown is pretty. I want one.

-Oof Anxiety attack

-Ugh Jeremy Brett is so prettyyyyy

-So brain fever=mental breakdown.

-Ah, yes the rose speech 💕💕💕

-Miss Harrison is like "I've had enough of this bullshit."

-Love how Holmes just springs into the cab.

-Oooo! The boys are fancy!

-Watson trying not to laugh out loud.

-Ok but Watson has a nice smile.

-Woo hoo! Cream suit!

-Idk how that suit was pristine at the end of the episode. I would have spilled something on it 2 seconds after putting it on.

-He nap

-Dude did he just call his future brother in law "the invalid?" What a dick!

-Sherlock knows the cabbies' names that's so sweet!

-Oh no! He has a boo boo! Watson will kiss it better. 💕💕💕

-Did he put a flower in his lapel button?

-Watson: You had adventures without me? 🥺🥺

-Tadpole's gonna pass out he's so excited.

-A TOUCH of the dramatic? A TOUCH??!! Buddy.

-You'd have to take me to the hospital if I tried to hide in a pile of hay.

-Joseph is such a piece of shit.

-Sherlock Holmes: Work smarter not harder.

The Solitary Cyclist

-Still sad they didn't put Violet Smith in a cycling suit.

-Holmes is in hyperfocus and Mrs. H keeps interrupting.

-Oooo! New hyperfixation!

-Hes so gentle and respectful when touching Violet.

-The Old Imperial= Date night spot.

-Creepiest of men

-Shut up Temu Mark Train.

-Pretty house

-I would've kneed Woodley in the groin if he pulled that shit on me.

-Face, meet candelabra.

-Perfect gentleman??? He tried to trick her into marrying him for her money!

-you ever just wanna touch someone's hair?

-Get his ass Violet!

-I love when they bicker

-"Have I really done remarkably badly?" "Yes!"

-Can everyone stop hitting on Miss Smith?

-Watson: Oh shit he heard me!

-Williamson: I'm washing me and my clothes!

-Ooooo! It's ass whooping time!

-Weekends

-Lol I love that damn was seen as a word you weren't supposed to say in a pub.

-See I would've backed off if I saw a guy using actual boxing moves but Woodley is fucking stupid.

"-Lol Holmes is giving this guy a lecture about being a gentleman while kicking his ass.

-Watson: How was your day?

Holmes: Great! I got in a bar fight! UWU

-"Good man!" The way he looks at Watson

-I'm sorry but what's a jingo?

-Yeah that's not a legal wedding.

-"No she's your widow." Badass line.

-Holmes: Sit your ass down!

-Yep, can't marry people against their will.

-Damn right she would have left you!

-Oof if Sherlock Holmes glared at me like that, I'd cry.

-Creeps

-druggggssss

-pretty sure the only reason Caruthers got any kind of lighter treatment was because he had a kid and wasn't a bad parent.

-Days since Holmes and Watson tried to poison themselves with a chemical experiment: 0

So I saw someone else was taking notes while watching the Granada series and I decided to do the same:

Scandal in Bohemia

-No dude, do you know how expensive commissioned art is?

-Shoot his ass Irene 💕💕💕

-If she weren't married...

-Watson💕💕💕

-Mrs. Hudson 💕💕💕

-Nooo! Let Watson eat!

- Lol u want some cocaine babe? -Sherlock Holmes

-Rip Sherlock Holmes, you woulda loved Adderall

-Goddammit Jeremy, why are you so pretty?

-Gotta pretty myself up for Wat the king

-Holmes every time Watson deduces: 🥰

-"I am lost without my Boswell" 🥰

-you know they made fun of the king's outfit after he left

-Oh yeah, a mask over your eyes is totally gonna hide your identity. (Sarcasm)

-you literally have royal portraits, dumbass.

-the moral of the story is: if you're gonna do sketchy shit, don't photograph it.

-And respect women.

-Holmes@the king: You are so fucking stupid.

-HORSIE

-God, quit manspreading on my sofa -Holmes probably

-Buddy that sounds life a you problem.

-Irene in a tux could step on me

-God that outfit is so fucking stupid

-Hell yeah fancy restaurant date night!

-Lol Sherlock looks like a bunch of kids are gonna steal his lucky charms.

-Leave Britney Irene alone!

-Watson: But you're gay!

-Aww, they love each other!

-I just love how goddamn weird Sherlock is.

-"Rrrrrequire"

-The cause is NOT excellent.

-Irene: Okay what the fuck?

-Jeremy Brett dramatically yelling "fire!"

-oof she figured it out.

-Oh my God Holmes you dumbass

-Oh my God the outfit is when worse with the hat

-Housekeeper is trying not to smile

-You've been bamboozled!

-Oh he feels bad for tricking her

-her dress is so prettyyyy

-Yass bitch, get your happily ever after!

-She's a queen, just not your queen, bitch.

-imho she served way too much cunt to be with the king

-Holmes is just so fucking delighted that a woman outsmarted him.

The Dancing Men

-such a good husband💕💕💕

-He just wants to helpppp!

-Poor Elsie is having an anxiety attack

-Look at the gays, in their flat.

-Holmes trying to impress his boyfr-I mean flatmate (level easy)

-🎶"bum bum bum bum"🎶

-PAH!

-I love them so much

-Watson being a little shit 💕💕💕

-Just these gay cunts

-Jeremy had nice hands

-Hilton, we love you, but we don't need your whole life story.

-"She tired of America" me too bitch, me too.

-Ahh Elsie is so pretty!

-*Sobbing" Hilton and Elsie are so cute!

-This episode owes me restitution.

-I would die for this woman.

-He just loves her so much

-One of the few good dudes in the series.

-Everybody's so pretty, I'm too bisexual for this!

-Watson just hesitantly reaching for Holmes' monogram on cyphers.

-Fantastic mustache 10/10

-communication is important

-Babe, tell him your stalker is after your, he'll understand.

-Bush full of lads

-Oh he saw Watson sneaking the monogram back.

-God Watson tries so hard to get Holmes to eat.

-Say no to drugs! And yes to solving weird crimes.

-Poor woman just wanted to go no contact

-He jump the couch

-Holmes in straight up fucking shock

-Watson give your man a hug

-Kryten💕💕💕

-IMHO every house should have a murder room

-Watson suggesting to Holmes to ask Mrs. King to sit down.

-Hilton just wanted to be a good husband and he got killed for it.

-Inspector Kryten fangirling over Sherlock Holmes

-"Eldrrrrridges"

-Oh Holmes is checking Watson out

-That stupid fucking hat

-It's giving Arby's

-that's a whole lotta mustache

-She doesn't love you, Arby's man.

-Ugh, possessive men make me gag

-Take the hint Arby's!

-Arby's: Can I see her?

Watson: Hell no you fucking can't!

[mapleshmaple]

,.,

[alexoreality]

Ok so I had an idea about One Piece that got stuck in mind and I need to tell someone.

So the idea Spider-man x One Piece or literally Peter ending up in the Sunny after some multiverse shenanigans. Why this idea, well for some time now I thought that Peter and Luffy were similar in many ways (that could just be me and my biased ass) like, both are teenagers who want to follows there dreams and be free but got ways to much trauma but still continu to smile as if nothings happened, both surrounded themselves with trusted friends and family, both are afraid of being alone, both are very good to read other people and give second chances and in both of there own fandoms are seen as clown jesus and sunshines.

But anyways Peter need some serious therapy (since fuck No Way Home and what it did to my feeling and my hearts) in the form of an hyperactive rubberman. And Luffy while also get therapy by this spidery nerd even if he like it or not.

Plus an things for this popped in my mind before I feel asleep:

One positively starve-touched enhanced teenager that will stick to you till he consciously let go + another positively starve-touched rubber enhanced teenager that will wrap his arms around you multiple time like an octopus = Ultimate cuddles buddies :D !!!

Ok that all sorry if that seems a lot but I really need to tell someone from the One Piece fandom since I restarted to hyperfocus on it some days ago.

omfg yes

Zoro: what do you have there Luffy?

Luffy, with Peter full on suit and hiding behind him: a smoothie