#i apologize again for the paragraphs i can't stop myself lmao

[starfish-spencer]

Hiii I’m here to ask about one, five, and twenty three of the psych ask game also I <3 psych and ur blog :)

Yay! Thank you so much for the ask, I love your blog, too! 💖🍍

What is your favorite Gus nickname?

How could I ever pick one? Gus T.T. Showbiz! The extra "T" is for extra talent! Honorable mentions go to "Nick Nack," "Mission Figs," and "Button."

5. Was Pierre Despereaux really an INTERPOL agent or was it all a con?

I love how the show never confirmed anything and left the viewers to decide for themselves! I like to think that Despereaux truly is one of the greatest criminals of all time, and that he conned INTERPOL for years into letting him steal more art. He probably wanted a challenge. I think his name really is Royston, though, because that's funny.

23. What other fictional universe would you like to see Psych crossover with?

I'm a huge Tolkien fan, and I'm honestly a little disappointed that Psych never did a Lord of the Rings parody episode or crossover, cause it would work so well! Shawn and Gus really do have that Sam and Frodo queerplatonic relationship tbh. Gus could be the Tolkien nerd I know he is, Lassie could be the horse girl he was always meant to be, and they would all look SO GOOD with cute pointy ears. And the guest stars? Infinite options. Viggo Mortensen, Sean Astin, Andy Serkis, Elijah Wood, Billy Boyd, IAN MCKELLEN!! And THE OUTFITS!! The fantasy weapons!! JULES WITH A SWORD!!! I need this more than I need air

[scentedcandlesandcookies]

The great unknown.

This a part two to that fic I recently posted!!

Hope you guys enjoy<3

Here's part one:

Everything felt surreal.

It felt like I've skipped over so much and then reset myself. Sometimes things feel distantly familiar, like the rain. Mud as well. And the taste of metal cutlery. Or metal in general.

This man, uhm Jong Lee? He's reintroducing me to Liu yay, I think that was the name. The salty and humid air made me feel like a pirate captain.

"I like the smell of the harbor."

Jong Lee seemed pleased with what I said.

"You should get used to it then. Are you feeling hungry?"

Food tasted good whenever I was with Jong Lee. And I was a little hungry, so a bite would be nice.

"Yeah, where should we go today, Jong Lee?"

The graceful man faltered a bit at the mention of what I thought was his name. Guess I was wrong afterall.

"We should go to Chihue Rock since Xiangling is cooking. "

"And what about your name?"

"It is Zhongli."

It seemed like Ha Tao knew the scariest places in all of Lee wei! Woo wang Hill was our favorite place to prank passers-by! Their faces were always super funny.

Until Chungyoon thought we were demons.

"Evil be purged!"

The sound of the talisman smacking my head resounded through the woods. My forehead stung.

Faster than an arrow, Chungyoon got in both hands and knees and started apologizing profusely.

"I thought you were a demon! My deepest apologies!"

Ha Tao bursted out laughing at the unusual situation and in turn i began giggling too.

"No problemo Chungyoon! That was actually hilarious!"

Ha Tao stopped laughing and Chungyoon froze up. I forgot their names again, I bet.

"Did I-"

Ha Tao interuppted me with a snort.

"Yep."

"Pfft."

Wait.

Did Chungyoon just LAUGH?

Ha Tao couldn't keep in her snorts and began tearing up from laughing so much. Chungyoon ended up laughing with us.

Keqing and Ganyu invited me to shop today. I was super excited to tell them that my memory is getting better!

We would meet up near Second life. As I headed to them, I went over everything I remember so far.

After I died, I became a zombie. The same thing Qiqi is. I can't remember things well, I've forgotten how to use my weapon and I don't have a vision.

My friends keep in Liyue harbour to keep me safe. I know I can't leave, but I want to learn more of the world I've lived in. Maybe when I'm stronger I can become an adventurer!

As I run through the streets, I can hear my talisman flapping behind my back.

It was gifted to me by creatures called Adepti.

For some reason, one of them I saw when I first woke up looked familiar. A beautiful man with a green tattoo.

Skidding to a halt, I look around. Oh no.

"Uh, hi. Could you give me directions to Second life? I've forgotten the way."

Hello there,

I put a reminder on a page to give you a gift.

Please meet me at Bubu Pharmacy.

From, Qiqi.

This time by asking for directions, I found Bubu Pharmacy sooner than expected. Qiqi and a tall man with green hair were waiting at the top of the stairs. Qiqi held a wrapped box in her hands.

"Hey Qiqi! Hello, uh, sir?"

The man standing next to Qiqi didn't seem like the nicest person. I moved closer to Qiqi and gave her a hug. The man side-eyed me with a relaxed smile on his face.

"I am Dr.Baizhu."

Qiqi gently tugged on my arm to get my attention. She's such a precious child.

"So Qiqi, what did you get me?"

She lightly pushed the box into my hands. Awww she was shy.

"I got one of every specialty in Liyue, so you learn to remember them. Then you can come with me to find herbs again."

I couldn't resist her cute hopeful gaze.

"I'll make sure to look at these everyday so we can look for herbs again. Sound like a plan?"

Qiqi nodded her head.

I was finally allowed to leave Liyue harbour! Zhongli said he wants me to meet someone I knew before I died. He said we'll meet this person at Wangshuu Inn.

The walk to the Inn on top of the huge tree was nice. A clear pathway and on the sides of the road silk flowers had been growing.

Once we got to the inn, took the elevator and greeted the boss lady, Zhongli told me to go up to the highest balcony and wait for me there.

Odd of him, but I trust him nonetheless.

"..."

"!!"

It was him! That guy that was there when I woke up!

"I remember you!"

"You do? Impossible. Zombies forget all about their past lives. Including the people in it."

Well, he was right. Almost.

"But I know what feels familiar. Sir, did I know you from my past life?"

His back faced me the whole time. Once he turned around he looked sad. A type of sadness only readable in someone's eyes.

"You made me like soup. You insisted that I try it."

Soup? Why would I have given an adeptus soup. Can't you get cursed for that?

"What? Why soup?"

He exhaled loudly, like a father would to a child when it didn't understand.

"You didn't want me to go back to eating snow, so you gave me the opposite. Warm soup."

"It sounds like I was a nice person."

"From what I've heard, you still are."

"What's your name?"

"Xiao."

"It suits you."

It felt like it was time for me to leave. Our talk was so short but it felt like it was enough.

"Hey. Wait."

Xiao called me as I began to turn around.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

Today I was taking things from my old room. I found my journal from before my death.

Everything I read about myself was untrue. Why did I ever think that I wasn't good enough?

My new life showed me that I should relearn myself. Everything I did was for someone else.

But I have been given a new shot at life. I'm going to help people without self sacrifice.

I'll live how I want to.

Hope you guys enjoyed it. Please like comment and reblog if you had a good read!

Taglist: @mrpenguinpants

Send an ask if you'd like to be added to my (very short) taglist lmao.

[cat-sapphics]

Hey!

I follow the" aroace lesbian" tag and your recent posts have come up in my feed so I just wanted to say that being arospec, acespec (demiromatic graysexual, both labels in the aromantic and asexual spectrums) & lesbian is completely OKAY and you should not let anyone tell you the contrary. Especially uneducated people so 😚🤍

Many aroaces use the term aroace to encompass being in both aromantic and asexual spectrums; this means you experience little to no romantic/sexual attraction and that's more than valid. You can be both arospec and aspec! 🔥 Or arospec and asexual. Aromantic and acespec 🥺🤝

The way YOU experience romantic and sexual attraction is just different to the average allo person, & that doesn't make it any less valid. Attraction is an abstract concept and we shouldn't be putting ourselves into boxes but letting feelings be that, feelings.

Your experiences are necessary and important to our diverse & big aro/ace communities as an aroace lesbian! An aspec person is that who experiences little to no romantic attraction. That's it. THAT'S OKAY 🥰

And being an aspec lesbian is more than valid too, it's not a contradictory term because the little and fluctuating romantic & sexual attraction you DO experience, is ONLY towards women/nb so; I don't see why lesbian isn't a term you can't use. A lesbian is a women/nb female aligned person who experiences romantic, sexual and/or emotional attraction towards women/nb female aligned people. Check, check & check ✅

All in all, ace lesbians, aro lesbians and aroace lesbians are ALL part of the lesbian community & our unique experiences with romance and sex are necessary and valid for it 💓

Sorry if this got long, hope I made my point clear. Aroace lesbians have always been lesbians so don't let any exclusionists steal your peace 🧡🤍💖

thank you!! thank ya thank ya thank ya!! i really appreciate it <3

i will say, i think some of the anons i got did make some valid points (obviously not everywhere you look but they at least gave me something to think about in general) but it really took me by surprise how condescending and disapproving they all were. super uneducated too, i said i experience attraction differently or at least less frequently than average allo people and like ?? that doesn't mean i'm secretly a self-hating lesbophobe ?? you don't get to determine that for me if i'm genuinely happy even though i participate in lesbian discourse and am passionate about keeping the definition specific and closed ?? lol i didn't redefine lesbian or take away its initial meaning so it really had me peeved

i think most of their comments reflect on how they don't believe in aromanticism and asexuality being a spectrum, which i guess i invited by my own doing since i have some conservative and exclusionary views on the lgbt community and that affects my following/audience, but my response to that is that i use these labels because they bring me personal comfort. when i say i'm demiromantic i don't mean that alloromantics have zero standards when it comes to a potential partner or are completely mesmerized by the idea of hook-ups, just that the connection they need to start crushing comes within a decent time period with a personal connection, but not a super strong and deep and loving one that makes it exceptionally hard to fall in love despite however much we may desire to. the label doesn't exist to imply something bad about """normal""" people, it exists to name an experience many people have but to an intense degree. so, yes, it's a pointless social construct, it probably means nothing to you and that's fine, but it still means something to me. i'm not crying oppression or marginalization, and i'm not claiming that i'm lgbt on the basis of being demiromantic/greyasexual, but through being a nonbinary lesbian. that's the difference between mspec lesbians and aspec lesbians, is one is actively harmful to multiple groups and actually Does spawn from a place of internalized lesbophobia and/or biphobia, and the other is just "mmk this is just for me and affects nothing at all, it doesn't drag you into anything at all, i still qualify for lesbian the way you (should!) see it as technically even if you do believe it's redundant, so just... leave me alone" cause it reflects more on them than me when they make it their business by unfairly assuming things about me

same applies to me being greyasexual. still trying to figure out if it means that i experience sexual/physical attraction less frequently, less intensely, or both, but does that matter?? genuinely?? this is also redundant but i didn’t wanna leave it out of the paragraph about me being demiro fk;ljslkgbdvhbs. the aro disapproval part isn’t acceptable at all but i can at least see it since romance is so normalized and is a core part of, y’know, lgb relationships; the greyace disapproval however....... i don’t wanna label it as acephobia because i don’t really believe in aphobia being a thing, but it still kinda rubs me wrong to claim that sexual/physical attraction is a requirement ykyk... NOTHING WRONG WITH PEOPLE WHO HAVE SEX OF COURSE (i myself kinda wanna try someday if that works out) i just think frowning upon someone who doesn’t UNLESS they try to claim they’re lgbt on that basis is.................. not really cool. i really hope people who read this understand what i’m trying to say and don’t label me as an ace inclus who thinks aphobia and oppression are real, i was just trying to make a point about my personal experiences oops lmao

and then it became "aroace means NO ATTRACTION AT ALL" okay... so i'm angled aroace, that's a sub-term since aroace is literally an umbrella term, actually (unlike lesbian, shit's complicated ykyk). "YOU'RE NOT AROACE THEN"....... they don't even like the idea of oriented aroace now either, so like, what then, are aroace people just never allowed to feel love or positive feelings from other people ever? jesus christ. i'm not even getting into this, i consider aro/ace identities to be secondary to describe one's attraction so this debate should not be as important as, say, discourse centering the L, G, B, or T. it's just dumb all around tbh

hope i addressed all the arguments against it, but i can't really care at this point if i missed something :/ i'll probably get a mean anon about it so don't worry!! /s jslgjgjkshkj;lhfp

speaking of, i've had to delete so many anons and even turn off the option to ask anonymously because of this discourse. it's so pointless in my opinion, so i've just stopped giving them my time unless i think it's worth answering - but even then, i try to keep it fairly short. i genuinely was not expecting my take on (cishet) ace discourse to turn into myself failing to be seen as a "real lesbian" despite literally meeting its definitive qualifications and then it just kept building up ?? stan behavior tbh, especially since plenty of them obviously come from the same users

i apologize for the rant. i just never really felt like i'd be listened to if i tried to explain my identity, so i gave up and just tried to ignore my way out of it. so i really genuinely appreciate your ask, especially since i can identify you. it really feels like i actually have someone on my side now, so even if you ever disagree i'd know you wouldn't harass me about it. it really means a lot, i really needed this from you and i don't wanna dump more shit but i feel that you deserve to know. so thank you again <3

[emoshishi]

Bibingka // A Short Story About Celebrating Christmas

Quite Unedited

Word Count: I don't know how to copy everything since it would only let me copy one paragraph and I'm too lazy copy and pasting every thing so I could see the word count so....

a/n: this was supposed to be my entry in the creative writing contest our school held weeks ago before we had our sembreak. i haven't got the chance to join because i was too hesitant and a shy bitch. i wrote this originally in Filipino language and in my wattpad account. this is too late to post since christmas was days ago, but oh well. i hope you enjoy this piece of shit lmao.

Some other notes to take:

Lola - A Filipino word which means "Grandma" in English

Pancit - A Filipino dish

Bibingka is a rice cake that came from Indonesia and Philippines

Apo - A Filipino word which means "Grandchild" in English

Ate - Pronounced as 'a-te', a Filipino word which means "Sister" in English. Ate is like "Eonnie" and "Noona" in Korean language. The difference is anyone can use it, to address older women, usually your older sister.

Noche Buena - Filipino Christmas Eve. When it's December 24, and the clock strikes to 12, it means that it's automatically December 25, families celebrate it with having a feast. We also open presents at that time.

Simbang Gabi - Night Mass or Night Worship in English.

The soft sounds of a Christmas song coming from the radio can be heard through the whole living room. While I was arranging the table, Lola Ising come out from the kitchen with a pot of pancit.

With a wide smile plastered on her face, she walked towards me and helped me set up the table.

"Merry Christmas, apo."

I returned her smile and greetings. My grandma's attitude isn't so unusual at all. She's always so lively and energetic despite her age. There's not a time that you will see her angelic smile turn into a frown.

"I wasn't able to see bibingka at any store earlier. I'm sorry if I was unable to buy one." She apologized.

With a soft laugh, I insisted her that it's fine.

She didn't answer me and just smiled again before returning to the kitchen while I continued to work with the table and dishes. These are already enough for us three-- my grandma and I, and my younger sibling, Pao.

My mom passed away several years ago. My father, an ofw, works abroad just to send us money every month. He left a week after my mother was buried. Since then, I didn't see him anymore.

In all honesty, I never felt any rage at him when he left. I was actually sad at first, but I know that he was doing it for my sibling and I. I know that my mother's death caused him so much pain, and I knew he needed time for himself. I understood that, and I am hoping that Pao would, too.

My thoughts were interrupted when grandma placed her hand on my shoulder, asking me to fetch my brother upstairs.

Like what she said, I called Pao and told him we're going to eat. The clock's hands were pointing at 12 A.M. already, signalling that it's already Noche Buena. He cheered gleefully and as we go down, he quickly run towards Lola Ising, and he was enveloped with her comforting arms.

They spend more time together, if I'm going to be honest. Pao was unable to feel my mother's love and care. She died even before she can see and hold him.

That's why I can see why grandma and him click so much. He was taken care of by my grandma that he never even felt once with my mother. It's a pity that they never saw. each other

I catched up with them and prayed before we eat.

Like what I said, our food is only enough for us three. We are scared that the food might turn into waste if we had leftovers. Other than that, we want to make the feast simple.

While eating, my eyes went to observe what's happening outside. The street was almost empty and I couldn't see anyone passing by. From my position, I could see people in their respective houses.

It's sad that having people around is very impossible to do in celebrating the holiday. However, no one wanted this to happen in the first place. All I wish for is for the pandemic to stop.

We finished eating few moments later and cleaned up the table. I was about to wash the dishes but my grandma insisted that she can do it and that I should spend my time with my brother. I couldn't do anything, knowing that she wouldn't let me help her even if I ask too many times, so I followed what she asked me to do.

I went in the balcony and took a seat beside Pao. There, we sat in silence, until he rushed to go inside. I watched him stumble in the stairs a bit and I laughed at his clumsiness. When he go down, I saw him holding a something that is wrapped with a Christmas-themed gift wrapper.

With amusement, I asked him. "What's this?",

He became silent. I frowned and stare at the gift he lend to me. From the way it was wrapped, I can tell that the object was in a square shape. I couldn't exactly tell what it is, since it could be anything.

I ripped the wrapper slowly, making sure that I was careful enough not to rip it entirely because it can still be used for next year. My eyes widened when I saw the familiar album cover of one of my favorite band's album.

"I would notice you stare at it for too long every time we would stop by at the local music store. I figured that it would be a perfect gift for you this Christmas, so I would keep my extra money and save it to buy that."

I smiled so wide that my lips could rip apart, but I was very happy. I wasn't expecting him to buy me one, knowing that he would always gushed something about a toy. It's embarrassing that I didn't even bought a gift.

I pulled him in a very tight hug as tears brimmed my eyes. "Thank you, sweetheart. I'm sorry that I didn't even bought something for you."

He pats my back as he pulled back and I held back my tears that were threatening to fall. "You're the best gift I could ever ask for, ate."

With that, I began to cry. He reached over and wiped away the tears for me. I feel like dying just by letting my brother seeing me cry, thinking that he would think of me as weak. But now, that doesn't really matter.

We just sat there as I calm myself. Once I finally stopped crying, he stood up and gave me one last hug as he scolded me. "I'll go to sleep now. You too, hm? Don't sleep to late!"

I laughed at him and simply nodded.

With my mask on and a sanitizer on my hand, I walked in the street, trying to breathe fresh air. I carefully observed everything as I walk. The streets that were used to be filled up with little kids running and playing around as the night passes by every Christmas eve now are so empty and sad. Families that would host little games and give away presents and monies were now locked up inside their houses. People who would stay up until morning just to talk to their loved ones, drink with their friends and family, are now fast asleep. It feels like the spirit of Christmas isn't there anymore. But what did really change in all these years? Is it the people? Or Christmas itself?

Without noticing, I was already in front of the church. Only few attended the mass because of the virus' threat, and they were already going outside. I could hear them chatter, but the noise died down immediately. Some looks gloomy, while some stayed cheerful. I guess celebrating this occasion really depends on people's perspective. Some may think that it's not fun, some may think that it still is, but I guess that's fine. Besides, we can't really blame people about how they feel.

I decided to stand still there and look at the church. I was just watching the light decorations flicker into different colors. Erasing my negative thoughts, I decided to smile. Regardless of the uncertainty of it being fake or real, I pulled of one. I closed my eyes and breathe deeply,

Everything will be okay, it will be.

Once I opened my eyes, I immediately heard someone calling my name. I looked around and saw a man. Despite of having a mask on his face, I recognize his features, knowing who's behind it. Waving at me, he slowly showed me a plastic bag, mouthing "Bibingka?"-----

It was my dad.