#i am. hesitant to tag this normally. eh fuck it look at my posts boy

[waywardsalt]

every so often i have doubts abt making bellum x linebeck like. a good relationship at the end of the day like they like each other and care abt each other. but it is for me and i do enjoy bellum being wrangled like an angry cat into situations where he HAS to be nice and HAS to refrain to killing everyone and in the middle of that development realizes he feels differently about linebeck than anyone else

[rou-en]

lmfao the fuck are you on, a tesla is still very much a symbol of being rich as fuck. shut up and listen to actual poor people for a minute and maybe you'll gain some critical thinking skills. or maybe you'll just go back to being a bootlicker. who knows?

Oh wow another first - anon hate!

Also welcome, it’s very weird to be interacting with people on this hell site after so long, but hello!! To me this is all very hilarious to come about from just venting in tags about Watcher drama but I guess that’s this place for you eh?

I could just have not swiped and answered this one, and tbh I hesitated a bit on the first anon as well, but it does feel exhilarating to be speaking to the void and getting a voice back (any voice in fact!)

But first to this second anon (coz I’d guess from the tone that you’re not the first), I hope you’re doing alright in the real world - that as frustrated and angry as you might be about my take on Teslas (very much a shitty car), you are alright and safe,

Since I seem to have a captive audience (of at least two that I can tell of so far, how novel!), I guess let me soliloquy about thoughts on wealth and the complex nature sometimes of the whole “poor vs rich” dynamic, which is also a bit of why I even waded a little into responding to you amidst watcher drama,

Second anon, I recommend dl;dr (don’t like don’t read) -

I come from a generation where that’s what we did for things we didn’t like. For all I’ve said you’re a captive audience, you’re actually not (again, this is all very funny to me right now I can’t believe this is over ghoul boi drama still jfc) - one person’s opinion will always be just that, an opinion.

I think anon, we might be in different areas of the world, but at least where I live (please check prev tags on the post you were referring to, I’m also too internet-old not to hide in tags as much as I like) it’s become an increasingly common sight to see even soccer moms drive a Tesla, their bloody SUV model is the bane of my existence,

Does that mean everyone can afford them? No. Does it mean a middle-class family could afford them? If they wanted it enough, yes. Does it mean there still aren’t people suffering here from poverty in my part of the world? Sadly, no.

And therein lies an interesting problem (well at least to me as a former economics student) about signalling and truly knowing where in the whole class wars business you’re on, because it does make a difference if you ever have to figure out which rich to eat,

Is the 1% who get to fly on private chartered space flights and book out the whole of Disneyland for themselves (I’m looking at a shitty Amazon CEO there) the first to the guillotine? Oh yes.

But what about everyone else? Are we going to burn everyone who has multiple iPhones? God forbid anyone ever treats themselves to a seven-course degustation? Would not recommend, but I don’t think it guillotine-perfect, and I don’t think everyone that drives a Tesla where I am in the world can begin to count as that,

Those people live a daily life here, second anon, it’s so middle-class here it’s almost funny and why saying to me “Steven owns a Tesla” makes me shrug and go “would not recommend but you do you”,

I understand that can be different to you, because oh, turns out my own thoughts and circumstances can be very different to yours indeed.

Fun fact, I grew up first in a developing country, and had the privilege to move to a “first-world” country because my family was dedicated and sacrificed to make sure I could live the “better life” so to speak,

So I know there’s an inequality in the world when an exchange rate could mean the difference between something being a “rich” vs “normal” thing - I buy a Switch here for about 450 bucks (I saved and then got it on sale) as an achievable treat; for my sister who still lives in my home country, it’s almost two grand and definitely ridiculous to spend on for any normal family,

On one level, where is the fairness in that? But I live with it, and I have to choose some treats or if not what’s the point in life,

What does this all mean in the face of the original ghoul boys/watcher drama that’s occurring now? If anyone has read this for long enough is probably wondering at this point,

(I hope you’re both with me still my two anons, I’ll cherish this even if nothing else ever happens to me on this hell site)

I guess I wanted to try and say: life is complicated, and everyone makes complicated decisions, even your favourite comfort YouTubers,

It means I can only see the exacting vitriol at Steven for liking nice things but not Shane for also liking nice things and wonder whether people are barking up the wrong trees, very racist trees in fact,

It means that I keep thinking of shitposts about when the time comes, we’d likely just start offing our neighbours for being “rich” then anyone actually rich, because we seem to not understand the difference between nice things and things no nice person should have (holding also the complicated element of environment and geopolitics to account),

In the process of writing my first response to anon #1, I did have a moment where I wondered, “what if the Watcher boys did think about this? What if they did have some level of number crunching and still looked into their souls and decided that it wasn’t what they wanted? That they knew they could keep doing what they’re doing now and be financially stable, or risk it because of what they believe?”

I and you or anyone can wonder, can or cannot understand, but I sure as hell wish the Watcher team the best of luck, and like you anon, their days will be safe, content and filled with nice things, because why else would I want anything else for anyone,

That’s my one opinion at least, take that as you will anon on the bootlicking quotient for that - if being someone that would just like us all to take a chill pill is being one, then meh - you’re welcome to your opinion too,

But thanks to anyone that’s somehow come to my Tedtalk that started with my random thoughts on Watcher drama and ended with me finding people are still around (it’s not just all bots huzzah!)

[cryptidofthekeys]

I reamerge after 5 days because yet again i am exited!! I just graduated from highschool 2 days ago, and used some of the money from that to buy myself a needle felting kit! I wanted to get into a new hobby- so i figured I'd try this one out!

It's supposed to come in today, but i don't know what time-- so I'm stuck waiting for it to arrive shdhhd. As always i have to start off small and not get ahead of myself - but if i enjoy the hobby enough and continue to get better at it- then maybe I'll make a small figure of your puppet maker boi.

Wool plushes are like puppets right?? I would just find it hilarious to have a puppet of the puppet maker pfff. But that probably won't happen for a while!! I'll let you know if I ever do it tho- and for now can only indulge in drawing what it might look like.

He doesn't get arms because I hate arms. He gon be sitting down :)

I swear I'm not obsessed with your character I'm normal I'm normal I'm-.

ANYWAY i hope your having a good day-. I might post my first small creation here on Tumblr - or just show it to ya by sending it here. Or neither. Idk-- we will see ^^.

First n foremost aayyyy!!! congrats!!! im proud of ya for graduating high school!! <3

secondly ooh needle felting,, I love what people can create but I could never for two reasons really, 1: my poor fingers would be stabbed to hell and back 2: the material itself makes me wanna grind my teeth tbh, only when i hold it tho- not,, not when i just see it lmao but I wish you luck and ughh same, i hate waiting for a package, im still waiting on my wise dog tarot cards to arrive

and yeah, that’s p good advice to give yourself, a good reminder to not get super ahead of yourself- to take your time and get good at your craft and hey even if you don’t enjoy it a lot? There’s plenty of things out there to do so either way, no rush on anything really, its meant to be fun-

also fkjlfjgdksl im going to c r y,, legit,, like holy fucking s h i t- like its one thing to see art or fanfics or stuff like THAT of my OCs but the fact that you actually want to make a FIGURE of them gfjkldfjgdfs w o o, thats,,, thats got tears in me eyes w o o  b o y- their,, good tears, not bad dont get me wrong but god d a m n- just,, absolutely if you ever decide to make a figure, any sorta thing really with my characters please never hesitate to tag me imightnotseeitotherwise because i don’t wanna miss out!

honestly, lookin at the drawing- the concept is very cute!! look at him, lil scrunkly boy!! also eh arms are hard to draw let alone felt im sure,, but either way he looks super cute and honestly im very flattered someone likes an OC from me so much!

and hey, do whatever makes ya most comfortable, post it on tumblr, shoot a submission my way, or just DM me- or if ya don’t wanna show it off at all, i understand too- you just do whatever makes ya most comfortable <3

[peacefulwriter88]

Space In Between - Part 4

A/N: I’m sooooooo excited for this next part y’all! I meant even post a part 5 immediately afterwards….things are moving and shaking!

Warnings: Just language for now....

Tag List @sleepretreat @lancetucker @xxhuffelpuff-girlxx  @that-theater-techie-from-kc

“I don’t believe you dragged me here.” you mumble, following Hector and Mara through the thick crowd of students as you made your way to your seats. It was Saturday afternoon and despite the chilly weather it was 75 degrees and beautiful. The stadium was filled with the contrast of Yale blue and Harvard crimson. Not only was this the biggest rivalry of the year, it was also homecoming and everyone on both sides were buzzing with with excitement.

Except you. You were grateful that the campus would be quiet and you could focus on studying before the evenings parties. That had been until Hector and some other friends from your major had showed up at your door step, forcing you and Mara to join them for tailgating and a day's worth of booze and fun. Even she had agreed that they needed to focus on work, specifically Beck’s ridiculous coursework, but one whisper from Hector, he’s handsome features loosing themselves in Maras wavy hair as he whispered convincingly in her ear, and she had easily submitted and forced you along.

Damn young love.

She had also convinced you to wear the halter style jersey you had both at a discounted rated at the school store a week back with your fitted jeans, your curves peeping from the short shirt.

“You’re beautiful and you should showcase it. Besides, a certain professor might be there,” she wiggles her eyebrows and you had thrown a pillow at her. You still wore it though and even put some effort into your makeup and spirit garb.

Perhaps you wanted to look a little cute in case he did show up.

Goddamn your young crush.

The parking lot had been packed and you all set up camp, drinking and playing cornhole while egging the other side on. It wasn’t long before you need to fill the stadium which was how you had ended up here, looking for your seats with a cold beer in your hand as you followed the large group. You find it easily and after kick off you find yourself wandering back to the work yuo still need to, applications you need to fill out for a part time job. Adulthood taking over your fun.

Mara notices that you’ve changed but doesn’t push, knowing it was a miracle to get you out. Instead she lets you sit and brood, sipping your beer and ignoring the way students are parading around you.

And then you spot him.

He’s sitting a few rows in front of you, with three guy friends, one another professor you recognize from the internship you’re applying to on campus. He’s laughing jovially, his brown hair a moussed mess as he sips beers and yells at the team during important plays. If you didn’t know it, you’d never guess he was a professor with his youthful charm, his chiseled jaw clear of any scruff. You take in the way his jeans hug his ass and his alma mater shirt is tight around his arms and you make an almost shameful load moan, taking another sip of your beer.

Blue was a great color on him.

Mara has noticed you’re suddenly silent, not even teasing the opposing team and her eyes go from you toward the direction of your distraction and she smiles, sitting down beside you. You tip the beer back, taking in his form one last time, lamenting the way he wets his puckered lips before speaking and she wraps a knowing arm around your shoulder.  The crowd is loud and everyone is distracted so she knows she can speak freely and say,

“Just tell me you don’t have a crush on him and I won’t push it.”

You groan as you bite your lip and shake your head,

“Ok, only because you’ve been my best friend since forever,” you hesitate before you admit “I know its wrong but I do have the biggest hard on for him.”

She laughs, shaking her head and squeezing your shoulders.

“I know! And normally I wouldn’t encourage this negative behavior, you know idolizing over someone like him,” you throw her a look which she successfully ignores it as she says, “But you too are cute together! I’ve seen the way you both are at the coffee shop or in class. Yes, I know you slip off to Jenny’s Bean to have weird science sessions with him. I genuinely think he’s attracted to you and it's beyond just you being hot. I think you’ve piqued his interest with that sexy fucking brain of yours.”

You place your hands over your face and shake your head.

“My brain normally scares boys away.” you mumble and she laughs getting closer to your ear.

“Yeah but you’re not trying to bag a boy - you want a man. A good man I’d argue. Let's go remind him what he’s missing.”

You look at her and she giggles as she stands up.

“Gonna grab beers before the quarter ends.” she yells at the group who only throw her a thumbs up, too immersed in the close game. she loops her arms between your own as you both shimmy from your row, making your way down the stairs, going toward you and you tense up.

“Just laugh and scream go bulldogs. Promise you he’ll check you out until you’re out of his sight.”

You roll your eyes and she nudges you and you sigh, laughing obnoxiously loud as you begin to shout out go bulldogs, causing the who area to follow your lead.

Including a certain Beck.

He’s laughing with his teammates, screaming out a cheer when his eyes lock on yours as you move slowly down the stairs. You laugh and smile at him, throwing him a wink before turning and whispering to Mara. Mara who’s pretending to not be listening as she turns to watch him until you’re at the bottom of the stairs and she giggles profusely as you both walk hastily to a beer stand.

“He never took his eyes off of you. Watched you and your tight little ass walk down the stairs the whole way. Bet you dinner he’s going to follow.”

You roll your eyes and snort, though you’re smiling and shake your head.

“You’re on. I don’t believe you.”

“I have great guy powers.” she admonishes and you look at her before saying, “Yeah, which is why you and hector still aren’t a thing.”

She gives an exaggerated gasp even though she’s blushing deeply before she punches you and you laugh, clutching your stomach in amusement.

“Whatever dude.” she says in annoyance though she’s giggling too and you almost miss his voice. Almost.

“What has you two so amused?”

You both stop laughing for a second, looking at each other before you laugh again and he watches in amused confusion. Finally you say,

“I was just responding to a bad cheer she made up.”

Mara instantly nods her head to lie and he smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“What are you doing here, professor. Didn’t take you as football kind of guy.” you continue and he shakes his head.

“Isn’t that my line? You were the one who convinced me that you didn’t got to games. And call me Chris. We’re not in a classroom and technically I’m just filling in for your real professor.”

You ignore the way Mara elbows you as you all move up in line and you blink your eyebrows innocently before answering,

“I wasn’t going to come out. My really obnoxious roommate and group of friends told me I was lame if I stayed in to write an essay that a certain Dr. Beck is forcing on me so I relented and alas, here I am in blue and silver getting drunk off of cheap booze. Doesn’t answer my question, Chris - thought you weren’t a football guy.”

He laughs, stepping closer to you and huffs out.

“Well I’m glad Mara got you out. You deserve to have a good time - can’t take yourself too seriously. And I always go to the games but especially the ones where our rivals are involved.” he runs his hand through his hair and you catch a whiff of his cologne as you cross your arms.

“Guess you’re not as lame as I thought.”

This time he admonishes, gripping his heart exaggeratedly as he says,

“You thought I was lame?”

“You spend soo much of your time reading space articles. And testing theories in weird places on campus. And the city.”

You raise an eyebrow as he shakes his head.

“Hey, we have all this land to test on and it's just adding more foliage to the beauty of this town. And you were going to skip a game to write a paper - you are just as lame as me if not more so.”

“I am not lame!” you counter back, pushing him and he laughs as Mara rolls her eyes.

“Oh my gosh you both are lame. Really, you think talking about space all the time is fun. Geez…..” she mutters and you scoff at her as Chris laughs harder.

“Chris I wondered where you....went…. off…... too. Who are your friends?” another man, a guy from the group Chris was with, runs up beside your group. Chris smiles as he turns to him, the guy distracting him long enough for Mara to whisper, “Seriously tho, you both need to get a room. You’re both too ridiculous.”

“Shut it.” you bite back as Chris turns to you, throwing his right arm over your shoulders as he says,

“This is my friend Y/N. Y/N this is Rick.”

You’re frozen for a second. Did he just casually introduce you to his friend and pull you into his space like you were old friends? You know you drank a lot of beer but how had you gotten here, to this new friend zone? Could Mara actually be right? Wouldn’t be the first time sadly.

You recover quickly as you thrust out your hand, shaking Rick's hand and saying,

“Pleasure to meet you. You and Chris were on SpaceStationX together, right?”

“Hmmm, telling here all about me eh? Must be a dear friend.” Rick teases and Mara clears her throat, inserting her hand.

“I’m Mara. Her friend and apparently this dude’s chopped liver,” she points at Chris who blushes, shaking his head.

“Yea - this is Mara.” he says quickly and you laugh, your hand winding around his waist and he looks down at you, smiling. This was casual - two friends hanging out, getting beers at a sporting event. You can manage this. The line moves and inch and Rick says,

“So you’re obviously team Yale like this dude, feeling you’re cute little jersey.”

“Rick….” Chris mutters, shaking his head and Rick throws up his hands as Mara laughs.

“What? Can’t tell her that her and her friend have cute shirts? Im married I get boundaries.”

You laugh as you ask,

“Why thanks Rick. I know you have no loyalties so I’m assuming you’re a smart man and cheering for the bulldogs.”

He shrugs,

“I mean I could care less and I was going against this dude,” he nods toward Chris. “But you could convince me otherwise.”

You shake your head as Chris groans.

“Dude, get your shit together. You’re married.”

“Hey hey, I’m just helping you out with pick up lines. She’s obviously getting no game from you and it's obvious you’re into her.”

Thats does it. You and Mara burst out into laughter as Chris’ face goes into a deeper red, his blue eyes getting lighter with embarrassment. You can feel him trying to hide in himself and you give him a squeeze of encouragement. You could only hope Mara doesn’t decide to join in.

“Hey, hey tell me I’m not wrong. Mara, tell me your friend isn’t equally into this dude. I saw the way she was swaying her cute little butt going down the stairs knowing my dude was watching her. I’m just trying to make this happen while we’re still young and drunk.”

There’s a huge gap between you and the next person at this point as you feel your body heat up. Fuck. Of course it wouldn’t be Mara but he’s fucking honest friend exposing your business. Mara is laughing harder, nodding her head in agreement and its Chris this time who squeezes you, though he doesn’t make eye contact with you.

“Okay, okay. Fine. Lets just put it out there since we’re all being honest,” you challenge Rick who is smiling and nodding his head, looking over at Chris who is covering his face with his free hand. You all move up closer to the counter as you continue. “Fine, I have a thing for Chris. Because he’s cute and funny and intelligent. I mean look at this face.”

You’re trying to will the alcohol to stop the words from flowing out of you quickly and it's Mara who clasp her hands in reverence and says,

“Yea she’s right. Beck is fine ass fuck. More her type than mine tho.”

“Mara….” you mutter under your breath and she shrugs as Chris looks at you.

“Cmon we gotta salvage this somehow.” you tease, starting to pull away from him. He stops you. His arms tighten around you as he looks down at you.

“I’m too fucking drunk for this,” he mutters before saying, “You have to know how fucking beautiful you are. Every guy at this stadium has been checking you out. That doesn’t matter though, you’re just so brilliant. I don’t know…..why wouldn’t I be attracted to you? You’re pretty damn amazing Y/N.”

The last part is said in a whisper, his eyes softening at you and for a second you forget where you are and who you’re with.

“I KNEW IT!” Mara screams out as you make your way to the counter and Rick slaps Chris on his back.

“Way to  man up Beck. I’m gonna buy this round of drinks - inspired by this man’s balls for once in a long time.”

You both ignore him and you exhale before Chris clears his throat before saying to himself,

“No way a woman like you would really be interested in me though.” he pulls away and you shake your head, this time not letting him escape.

“Who says?” you counter back, catching him off guard. He watches you and you’re suddenly aware of the way his eyes flick to your lips, the way his hand is moving down your arm and you think this is it. He was going to kiss you and nothing else would matter this year.

Instead, the football stadium goes wild as a touchdown is made and you both pull away as Mara turns with two beers, handing them off to you. Then turning to give Chris two more.

Shit, you either need to get drunk more or sober the fuck up.

You take a long sip of the beer in your hands and Rick smiles, bobbing up and down as he says.

“Missing the damn game fooling with y’all. Let’s get back to it!”

Chris nods but you know something has changed. He walks in step with you, shielding you from the crowds of people as Mara and Rick talk enthusiastically as you make your way to your seats. Chris clears his throat, before saying,

“I haven’t...I don’t know how to navigate this but maybe….after the game...you and I could go and…..grab a drink or we could do it with friends or…..” he avoids your eyes as you look over at him and you give him a cheeky grin. Was this handsome god getting all tongue tied over you. What had you done for the universe to treat you so kindly. 

“Are you trying to ask me out?” you admonish and he sighs, chuckling slightly.

“I might be. Yes. That.”

“Chris I’d-” you’re unable to finish the sentence as someone yells out,

“Beck! Rick. The fuck y’all been?”

You look to find the tall, semi-balding man looking down at you with another guy his age. Someone with equal blue eyes and blonde hair.

Mark. Motherfucking Watney.

You bite back all of your enthusiasm because of course he’s here. They’re like best friends. And if that wasn’t enough, Chris was going to ask you out. He was asking you out. This was turning into the best damn day of your life. Whatney and a date with Beck. You turn to him but he’s watching the first guy intently.

“Who you got there, Chris?” he asks curiously and Chris clears his throat as Rick interjects.

“Ah this is just Mara and Chris’ crush. Y/N.”

Something flashes in Alex’s eyes and you know. You know he notices you because even though you look different in casual garb, even though you could play it off like you weren’t a student you were also in his class. Also interacted with him on a day to day basis because as someone who worked intently with NASA he wanted to know if you were truly worthy.

Fuck. You needed to get hammered.

“We were just kidding around. Rick and Mara and Chris and I…..he’s just drunk.” you're trying to play it off but you know its not working. Chris places his hand on the small of your back and says crisply,

“Rick is just fucked up Alex. See you around Y/N.”

Its curt and short and you nod, jogging up to Mara as you both move quickly. Willing yourself not to look back.

“Dude so much just happened in that moment I don’t even know how to help you recover.” she mutters and you nod.

“You don’t. We get hammered and deal with it on Monday.”