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oh my gooooodddd
i don't know if this is bad tumblr etiquette (how have i been on here a year and still not know ;-;) but i NEED to yap about my baby willow okay??? and this post makes me think of her so hard.
tw for death, violence, grooming, and abuse (if i need to add more tags, please let me know!)
when she was young, she had such a big heart. she was helping grannies across the street since she knew how to cross the street. she tried to learn how to cook to help her dad, even if it sucked so bad that he barely ever asked her to.
and then she loses her best friend and brother figure, freddie, when that monster attacks them. she has to put him out of his misery, like he was begging her to, with her own hands and she still has that big heart. but now, it's bleeding.
but life goes on. she makes a little memorial to freddie, but she never tells anyone how his life really ended. she has to go on. she makes new friends. she gets a boyfriend.
then that boyfriend just starts to see her as a body. she realizes that she (15) was being manipulated by him (17) and she finds out that he was cheating on her. and that's another blow to her heart, which just keeps bleeding. she can't control it.
and then the battle of manhattan happens and she has to go through the pain of losing more people that were close to her. she gets closer to the people that she has.
she finds out her dad is dead when she goes to visit and finds someone new in his house. she has to call around to try and find any information on what happened to him. he was in a car accident, and since they had no other family to tell her, she was never told.
then her current brother figure is cursed. and she will do anything. her heart can't take another death, not another person close to her. she throws herself into the depths of tartarus on a stupid bet. she was playing with a god. she loses an eye, she breaks a leg irreparably. she spends months in the infirmary and the hospital and she needs a service dog and canes and crutches...
and her heart is still bleeding.
she goes to get her dog, and the place they're at reminds her of when her and her dad went to get a dog when she was little. she has to hold back tears.
she sees hyacinths growing in the window of the demeter cabin. they remind her of what freddie told her that he hoped he was reincarnated as. she stays inside for the rest of the day.
she can't find her shoes but she *has* to go outside right now. the sensation of the cobbles on her feet makes her think of the glass sand of tartarus. she has to hold back until she gets in the house.
the nightly bonfire which used to be so fun for her now makes her feel like she's entrapped by the smoke and the heat and that she needs to run far away, even if, rationally, she knows that she's safe.
sorry had to yap about willow grove i love her so much
Forget about torturing your blorbos, putting them through the ringer. I'm putting my blorbo in perfectly ordinary, pleasant situations. Their tortured personality will cause them anguish anyway, making an absolutely mundane scene into the most dramatic, agony filled affair as though the world is ending and it's all their fault
#before i get the question#yes#this did START as pjo fanfiction#but honestly everything has become so far removed that it's#...#some sort of au at this point#i don't know#like characters from the main series exist but they aren't at camp when they're supposed to be#battles happened and people died like they did but like... everyone has ended up somewhere else#sylgeloverse#willow sal grove#tw: death#tw: violence#tw: abuse#tw: grooming#maybe?
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Corrupted Innocence - Part 1
Choi Su-bong x F!Reader
summary: being in a group of friends with thanos, se-mi and nam-gyu. the four of you always did things together. it’s no surprise that you're thanos' favorite in the group, you're the complete opposite of him and you're so innocent, to him it was nothing but a huge turn on.
warnings: swearing, smoking, vaping, pervy su-bong?
comments: basically su-bong having a innocence kink, reader has blonde hair and wears a lot of pink, au with no games, innocent and naive reader, kinda pervy su-bong?
a/n: okay hi, i’ve never used tumblr before and i’ve never published a story that i’ve written before so i’m so sorry if this is bad lol (i wrote this at 2 am too) anddd english is not my first language so i checked for mistakes but there probably still are a few, so you guys can correct me and i’m open to requests and if anyone likes this i wanna make a part two and possibly more parts so let me know!!

When you walked into the living room, Thanos' eyes immediately fell on you. He leaned back against the wall, his purple hair contrasting with his dark clothes. He took a drag on his vape and exhaled slowly as he watched you talk to Se-mi.
He had kissed you before, at a few parties or at the club when you both had too much to drink. But fuck, that wasn’t enough. He wants to wrap his hand around your tight throat while your eyes roll back in the back of your head, he wants you to look up at him with those big, adorable eyes while you suck his-
"Thanos?" He suddenly heard his name come out of your mouth, bringing him back to reality. He straightened up, backing away from the wall, his tattoos moving slightly with the movement.
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice low and husky, the result of years of smoking. “What’s up, angel?” He looked you up and down, his gaze lingering on your body a few seconds longer than necessary.
He always called you angel because he thinks you look like an angel. You liked the nickname he gave you. "We're ordering pizza, do you want some?"
Thanos watched as your innocent face scrunched up a little, waiting for his answer. God, you really were like an angel. 'Yeah, get me a pepperoni.'
“Okay, got it,” you said as you added it to the order on your iPad.
From his position, he could see you leaning forward slightly, the way your blonde hair slid over your shoulder, the innocent pink sweater clashing sharply with his own dark aesthetic. Damn, he wanted to mess up that perfect hair and ruin your flawless makeup.
"Su-bong, you want a coke with your pizza?" You know he always washes down his dinner with a glass of coke.
"Yeah, for sure." Sometimes you say his real name and he loves it when it rolls off your tongue.
You ordered the pizzas and then quickly turned off your iPad. As you put it down, you continued to talk to a Se-mi.
Thanos watched as you continued to chat with Se-mi, your voice soft and melodious. He couldn’t help but feel a mixture of desire and frustration. You had no idea of the dirty thoughts running through his mind, the way he imagined himself taking off that pink sweater, leaving you breathless and flushed.
He then sat down on the chair next to the couch where we were sitting. "What are we talking about?" he asked in a low, rumbling voice that demanded attention. His eyes darted back and forth between you and Se-mi, and lingered on you for a moment.
I turned my head to him. "I was telling Se-mi how I saw two people we know from uni kissing in the bathroom there." You said with a small laugh.
Thanos raised an eyebrow. His face lit up with amusement. "Really? Who?" He leaned forward slightly, genuinely curious. But more than that, he was intrigued by the casual way you spoke about seeing people kiss. Did you even realize how innocent you sounded? How naive? It was adorable.
"Do you remember Ju-won? That asshole I told you about, he was with a girl from my class. I thought they hated each other, I guess I was wrong." You chuckled a little before turning your head back to Se-mi.
Thanos leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips as he took another drag on his vape and then slowly exhaled the smoke. “Yeah, well people surprise you.” His eyes flickered to you for a moment, noticing the way your cheeks flushed slightly as you laughed. God, that little blush did things to him.
"Yeah, well, you never know what they're hiding under the surface, I mean, most of the time we see people coming together that we weren't expecting anyway." Se-mi said, shrugging her shoulders.
You knew that Se-mi was right.
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Then finally the doorbell rang, knowing our food was finally here, you got up from the couch and walked to the door before opening it, you got the food from the delivery guy and then gave him a tip before he left.
You walked with all the pizza boxes and drinks to the coffee table across from the couch and placed everything on the table.
"Can someone get Nam-gyu? Tell him the food is here." I asked as Nam-gyu, who was still hanging out on my balcony and smoking another cigarette.
"Nam-gyu!" Thanos shouted. Nam-gyu stuck his head out of the balcony. "What?" he shouted, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. Thanos waved him away. "Dinner's here, get your lazy ass inside and close the fucking door, it's cold as shit in here." Nam-gyu grunted as he threw the cigarettes away, knowing I didn't want any mess on my balcony, he finally entered, closing the balcony door behind him.
Then we all sat down on the couch, got our pizza boxes and the drinks we ordered. Except for you, because you always tell yourself you don't want soda and then you just drink Su-bong his coke.
Thanos grinned at you as you reached for his coke and took a sip. He loved how you always did that, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
You looked at him, still holding his glass, and realized what you had done. “Oh, sorry, I should have asked first.” You put his glass down and gave him an awkward smile.
“No,” he said, seeing your face flush a little again. Fuck, that innocent look did something to him every time. He reached out and grabbed his coke. “You can have it if you want.”
He then handed me the glass as I gave him a small appreciative smile before taking another sip.
"Fuck man, change the channel. This shit is boring as hell." Nam-gyu said as he sighed loudly at the tv. You turned the tv to a random channel earlier, only to hear some background noise.
Se-mi, who had been eating her food in silence, suddenly perked up at the suggestion. "Ooh, how about watching a horror movie?" she asked eagerly, her eyes lighting up.
“Yeah, sure, if there isn't too much blood,” you said, knowing you would throw up if there was.
"What are you twelve?" Nam-gyu said in such an annoying way. "You know we're not going to pick something with a lot of blood, right?" Se-mi said as she turned to me. "Okay, but please, no fucking ghost movies, those are so dumb." Thanos said, joining in the conversation.
Thanos took the remote from your hand, his fingers brushing yours as he did so, he began scrolling through the movie options. He could feel your eyes on him and it made him wanna laugh. He knew exactly what he was doing, he picked a movie that would make you jump out of your skin.
A little bit into the movie, it was bad. The only one who couldn't watch it with a straight face was you. "Oh my god, is this your idea of a not so gory movie?" Of course you were way too naive to trust him to pick a movie I could handle.
He grinned when he saw you grip a couch cushion so tightly that your knuckles turned white. You were definitely not hungry anymore.
He turned his head towards you "Why so tense?" he asked you, he was teasing you on purpose.
Thanos grabbed your hand, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles as he tried to calm you down. As the movie continued, he felt your fingers tighten around his, your breath catching every time a jump scare came. He was enjoying this far too much, your innocence, your fear.
He wants to slowly take away your innocence, little by little.
And this is just how he would start
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important psa
hey all. i don't normally make these kinds of posts, but it's been brought to my attention how severe this issue is. it's affected at least 25 people, and there's absolutely more that i don't know of. first, i'd like to mention to NOT contact anyone about the contents of this post. not the user i'm talking about, not the people who were victim to them, nada. i especially don't want anyone harassed over this.
second, i want to note that this story starts off mild, but slowly snowballs into something worse. please stay with me as i explain my story.
for the past two years, there's been a user in the pizza tower community named gin. i'm not naming her specific blog for privacy reasons, but if you know, you know. something very important to note is that she's autistic, much like myself. a huge part of autism is missing social cues, not understanding social rules, and various other situations.
about a year ago, gin joined the pizza tower wiki discord server. at first, she was just another member of the server, someone i interacted positively with and held minor conversations with. things took a sharp turn. suddenly, she'd be venting in the offtopic channels, and venting to me in dms. the server and gin often clashed in our interpretations of her comfort character, peppino, where we often liked his more hostile and jerky side, while she prioritized his kinder side. one discussion led to a meltdown, where she went into the server AND my dm's to vent about how she shouldn't have hope, and how she doesn't want to like somebody heartless. i was genuinely concerned, because this behavior reminded me of how i acted when i was 14 regarding sans undertale. i wasn't aware of her age yet. it was only later, if my memory serves correctly, that after me begging to know her age, she told me she was 30. i'm 22.
i suddenly became very worried. not only for her, but for myself, and other server members.
i tried setting a boundary: i don't know you, don't treat me like a friend, and please don't vent to me. she apologized, clarified she was trying to be friendly, and that was that. until like, a month later, where she did the same thing. again. at some point, i gave up enforcing my boundaries, and dropped them entirely. i figured this was just something that came with running the pizza tower wiki discord. someone being incredibly parasocial with me when i've expressed i don't know them… eventually, i realized their venting in the wiki server's offtopic channel was making other users uncomfortable. i felt trapped, not knowing how to handle it. i knew she meant well, but i hated how she was using the server like a friend server. recently, i've started enforcing a soft rule of "please, don't vent in this server." i didn't want to make it a harsh rule, because sometimes topics led to discussion of past events that weren't exactly positive and i don't like restricting conversation topics. however, she often used the server as emotional support. the server has a lot of minors in it, some of which are active. a few of the active members are 16.
i want to stress, she is NOT predatory, pedophilic, what have you. she IS parasocial, clingy, and generally disrespectful of boundaries. two months ago, a friend of mine came into my dms to vent about a stranger being really clingy. i asked if this was gin, and as expected, it was her. my friend was busy when gin was messaging them, asking for feedback on a fic. however, when a response wasn't immediately given, she started freaking out. another friend of mine was recently commissioned by gin, and recognizing this, i asked them privately if gin was harassing them too. unfortunately, this was all but confirmed. the same thing that happened to my first friend happened beat-for-beat with them, too. the first friend asked if there was a way to hide their activity on tumblr, to which i obliged.
about a month ago, another artist, i'll call A, joined the wiki server. we had a discussion about our interpretations of the characters, including peppino, and i finally got the balls to outwardly say i felt like she often sanded down peppino's harsher qualities in favor of making him to be a sweetheart. i don't want to police how people interpret characters, but i want to be able to voice how i feel about it in a discussion surrounding it. this led to a meltdown in the server and my dms, the latter of which i never responded to. she deleted her message eventually. A stepped in within the server and said that the discussion was nothing personal, that it was just a disagreement. i went into A's dms to thank them, as i had felt so uncomfortable considering this wasn't the first time. that's when i learned that this isn't A's first experience with them, and over time, i learned much, much more.
she's done this to half of my friends in the pizza tower community. not only that, but she's done this to even MORE mutuals. even worse, she's done this in a previous pizza tower focused server, venting to people OVER A DECADE YOUNGER in dms, vagueposting in servers about situations, you name it. the wiki server has members who are active that are as young as 16, and i know she's treating them like this, too.
no matter how many times one would set the boundary, "please don't vent to me, please don't be overly friendly with me," it was violated. time and time again. if you set a boundary, she would say it's fine, but melt down in someone else's messages and violate theirs. not only that, but she'd SHARE messages of people enforcing this boundary. i've seen messages of people cutting her off, sharing VERY personal information, and it felt so violating to see. this isn't just my experience, but multiple others, too. i know at LEAST 12 people she's done this to. i know there's more because of the previously mentioned pizza tower focused server she got kicked out of for doing the same exact thing in.
it's common that if you're neurodivergent, you'll often disregard your own boundaries in favor of being kind to others. but let me tell you, from experience: taking care of yourself isn't being cruel or unkind. it's kind, to yourself. it's not selfish to want space. it's not selfish to not want to talk to someone. it's human. i've let my own boundaries be trampled too long.
please, take care of yourselves. do what you need to do.
#text#serious#pizza tower#i dont wanna do this but this has affected so many people#i dont want more victims
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PLATONIC ➵ S. WILSON
Masterlist | Buy me a coffee
Summary: Bucky has no idea how two people who have known each other for two decades can be so blind to their feelings for one another. At first, it was somewhat comical, the two of you dancing around your obvious attraction for one another, but Bucky has grown tired of pretending that your relationship is strictly platonic.
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader
Warnings: FLUFF (some angst if you squint), mutual pining, mentions of Riley (CA:TWS), Bucky meddling in your relationship, mentions of the Blip, alcohol consumption, Reader and Sam being two oblivious idiots in love, no use of y/n
Word Count: 3.8k
Song Inspo: "Platonic" by Ryan Hurd
Author’s Note: So, I saw Brave New World in February and haven't been able to stop thinking about Sam Wilson since. The x Reader tag for my boy is absolutely lacking so I decided to write something for my cap. Hope you guys enjoy some good ole Sam Wilson fluff. Let me know what you guys think and if you have any Sam Wilson x Reader recs on tumblr. Please, I'm desperate.
“You know you could just ask him out, right?”
You choke down your beer, nearly spitting it out as Bucky speaks up beside you. The two of you have been quietly sitting shoulder-to-shoulder at the shitty, hole-in-the-wall Irish pub that Sam insists on frequenting whenever all three of you are in D.C. at the same time. The little tradition had started as a coping mechanism after the three of you were blipped back into existence. You remember Sam begging you to accompany him to O’Malley’s the first time. And you remember sitting between your best friend and Bucky Barnes — it looked almost comical, an ex-Hydra assassin, a former Air Force pilot, and the newly named Captain America drinking a beer together. At first, you thought that Sam had asked you to come as a way to get you out of your house after everything that happened, but as the three of you sat in uncomfortable silence together, you realized that Sam brought you as a buffer. In all the years you’ve known the charismatic Sam Wilson, you never met someone he couldn’t talk to.
And then you met James Buchanan Barnes.
Unlike Sam, you quickly fell into a cordial friendship with Bucky once you broke the ice. He’s both headstrong and cocky but also observant and aloof. People who meet him in passing might comment on how quiet he is, but you know he’s incredibly opinionated — hell, you made the mistake of commenting about baseball during your trio’s second outing together and had to listen to the man complain about the Brooklyn Dodgers moving to LA for a good thirty minutes. But what really bonded you with Bucky was Sam. You know that when Bucky looks at Sam, he sees what Steve saw in him — the man that Captain America decided was worthy of his mantle.
He reminds you of Riley in many ways, and that’s why Sam had a more challenging time getting on board with the three of you hanging out together at first. Because for so long, it was just you, Sam, and Riley. You met Sam at boot camp, and then you met Riley shortly after. The three of you ran pararescue missions together — Sam and Riley clad in Exo-7 flight suits while you manned the C-130, which, thanks to a big government contract with Stark Industries, integrated cloaking systems and environmental blending. Then, on a routine mission, Riley got shot out of the sky, and suddenly it was just you and Sam. Sam became a PTSD veteran counselor, you got a piloting job with SHIELD stationed in D.C. to stay close to him, and then the two of you became regulars at O’Malley’s due to its proximity to both of your apartments. A part of Sam was afraid that he was replacing Riley by inviting Bucky into the space you share with him, but he had made a promise to Steve before he’d gone back in time with the infinity stones. And slowly but surely, the two became close friends, bonding over shared military stories, their musical tastes, and their deep respect and adoration for you.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Bucky scoffs at your question before taking another swig of his beer. He knows you’re playing dumb — the two of you have been participating in this same song and dance for the better part of a year now. Two months into regularly drinking with Sam and Bucky at O’Malley’s, you drunkenly confessed to Bucky that you harbor feelings for your best friend. He pretended to be shocked, but he knew about your little secret after first meeting with you and Sam. Bucky may be a tad out of touch with new social norms — the man hasn’t participated in the dating scene since the 1940s — but the act of pining hasn’t changed over the decades that have passed.
“We’re just going to pretend you haven’t been brooding all night after Sam got whisked away by those girls?”
You roll your eyes at Bucky’s question. The annoyance weaved into your expression doesn’t come from a place of malice but instead draws from your frustration at how well Bucky understands you. Sam will always be your best friend, but Bucky has become something like a brother to you over the past year — an empty role in your life since Riley passed away. And after all, Bucky is an older brother — a protector — at his core. He may have lost his little sister a lifetime ago, but the instincts were still there, buried deep down until you and Sam showed up in his life.
��Brooding is your thing, Buck.”
“Exactly. So, can you stop stepping on my shoes?”
A smile tugs at your lips as Bucky playfully nudges you with his elbow. You know he’s trying to lighten the mood, and his humor has made you feel a little lighter; however, there’s still a gnawing in the pit of your stomach as you watch one of the girls slowly slide their hand down Sam’s arm. Bucky follows your gaze and lets out a tired sigh.
“Seriously, kid. What’s stopping you from just asking him out?”
“He’s my best friend, Buck.”
Bucky arches a brow at your reasoning. You say it as if it’s the answer to all of your heartache — as if it’s a valid excuse to hold yourself back from happiness. He has no idea how two people who have known each other for two decades can be so blind to their feelings for one another. At first, it was somewhat comical, the two of you dancing around your obvious attraction for one another, but Bucky has grown tired of pretending that your relationship is strictly platonic. He’s been trying to intervene, but whenever you think about confessing your feelings to Sam, you immediately talk yourself out of it. And Sam isn’t any better. Bucky’s tried to talk some sense into him at least a dozen times, but he’s sure you don’t feel the same way about him.
“I could always set you up with one of my friends.”
“I’m fairly certain you only have two friends, and they’re currently at this bar, Buck.”
Bucky rolls his eyes as he finishes his beer.
“Believe it or not, I do have a life outside of you and Sam.”
He places the empty bottle on the counter along with a five-dollar bill before layering his leather jacket over his long-sleeve t-shirt. It’s a mild spring day, but you know he doesn’t wear the extra layers for warmth. They’re worn for the same reason as his leather gloves — security that his shiny, metal arm is covered. Bucky spares Sam one last glance before turning his attention back to you. You’re nursing the beer in your hand, simply waiting for Sam to notice you again. He gently grabs your shoulder with his good hand, and Bucky’s heart breaks in his chest as you look up at him with sad eyes.
“Just think about it, okay?”
You nod at his question, and Bucky releases his hold before heading home for the night. With a sigh, you finish your lukewarm beer and order another while waiting patiently for your best friend. Sam Wilson has always been the life of the party — the man who shines like a ray of sunlight even on the darkest days. But the Captain America mantle came with a newfound attention that Sam seems to revel in. You, however, find yourself struggling with it — it had been just the two of you for so long, and now you feel like you’re sharing him with all of America.
But little do you know that even now, with the entire bar vying for his attention, Sam feels drawn to you like some invisible string is pulling him back. His eyes scan the crowd at O’Malley’s until they find you. He gives you a bright, genuine smile — the kind that leaves you grinning from ear to ear. You watch as he excuses himself from the lively conversation and approaches you. He slides into the seat beside you, shoulder bumping against yours as he leans into your space to grab the beer in front of you. You shoot him a playful glare as he takes a drink out of your beer bottle, and he winks at you in response. He places the bottle back in front of you before speaking.
“Bucky already left?”
“You know the old man — has to be home before bedtime.”
Sam laughs while throwing an arm back across your chair. You don’t even think twice about the action; Sam’s done it at least a thousand times at this point.
“Are you ready to get out of here?”
You give him an eager nod, desperate to get some fresh air. Sam laughs at your reaction before paying both of your tabs. Like in the bar, you don’t think twice as Sam slings his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you walk down the streets of the nation’s capital. Not even as he walks up the five flights of stairs with you to your apartment, unlocking the door with the key you gave him ages ago. Not even as he moves through your apartment as if it were his, opening your fridge to grab two beers and rifling through your junk drawer to find the bottle opener he knows is in there. Not even as Sam falls asleep on your couch again after a night of talking for hours. You don’t think twice because this is how it’s always been between you and Sam — it’s always been comfortable, domestic.
But, for some reason, tonight is different. As you sit on your kitchen counter, finishing your beer, Sam’s loud snores from your living room are drowned out by Bucky’s words from earlier this evening ringing in your ears. This is what your life has always looked like, but is this all it will be — waiting for your slice of Sam’s increasingly divided time? You’re happy for him. Truly. Sam deserves everything that the mantle of Captain America comes with — the attention, the popularity, the spotlight. You’re overjoyed that the world is finally seeing what you’ve seen in Sam all along, but a small part of you is jealous. And that jealousy is starting to eat you alive.
You sigh, downing the last of your beer before sliding your phone out of your pocket. Scrolling through your contacts, you find Bucky’s name. You listen to the phone ring twice before Bucky answers your call. Concern is evident in his voice as he says your name. You rarely call him this late, but you know you’d talk yourself out of this in the morning.
“I’ll do it, Buck. Set up the date.”
“It’s about time, kid.”
You spend the rest of your agonizingly slow week second-guessing that phone call. Hell, you almost call Bucky at least a dozen times to cancel the date altogether — to simply state that Bucky’s advice is ridiculous and you’re perfectly fine with your current situation. But, ultimately, you decide this is for the best. If your goal is to get over your absurd crush on Sam Wilson, then you actually need to start working on it. So, even though you’ve managed to worry yourself sick on Friday, you still manage to get yourself ready that evening and leave your apartment. A small smile pulls at your lips as you stand outside the address Bucky texted you several days prior. You’re thankful he chose a casual ramen spot for the blind date. It makes the whole experience a little less high stakes — like you could leave at any time with limited consequences.
With an exasperated sigh, you finally bite the bullet and pull open the door to the small establishment. The bell above you rings, and you’re greeted by a friendly man behind the counter, telling you to sit wherever you want. You turn towards the quaint dining room and, to your surprise, see a familiar figure sitting at one of the tables. Sam Wilson looks just as surprised as you feel. Your feet move on their own accord as you approach your best friend. He looks nice — clad in a maroon polo and his nicest pair of jeans.
“What are you doing here, Sam?”
You found it strange that you never received your weekly text from Sam asking you about your Friday night plans. But you concluded that either Bucky told him about your blind date or Sam planned a date for that evening as well. But this was an outcome you never expected.
“Bucky set me up on a blind date with one of his friends.”
Your brow furrows at Sam’s confession.
“Bucky set me up on a blind date with one of his friends.”
Sam looks at you as if you’re speaking a different language, and embarrassment washes over you as you realize that you’re right: Bucky Barnes only has two friends, and they’re currently looking at each other stupidly in a family-owned Ramen joint. Anger rushes through your veins as the realization sets in, but Sam still looks dumbfounded.
“So, Bucky set us up on a date.”
“Oh.”
You wait for him to continue, but he just sits at his empty table, at a loss for words. Usually, the silence between the two of you is comfortable; however, right now, it's excruciating. You suddenly feel about two inches tall as you stand before Sam. As the room gets twenty degrees warmer and the walls begin closing in, you decide it’s probably best if you get out of here.
“This was a stupid idea.”
You turn away from Sam, but before you can take a step towards the door, he grabs your hand. The contact causes you to look back at your best friend, whose gaze is surprisingly tender. Your body relaxes ever so slightly, and, against your better judgment, your hand tightens around his.
“It doesn’t have to be.”
His tone is genuine, but there’s still that voice in the back of your head gnawing at you. There’s no way that your best friend suddenly wants to go on a date with you. That shit doesn’t happen in real life. This isn’t a movie — he hasn’t been waiting almost two decades for this exact moment to express his feelings for you. You keep your expectations low because although Sam is a superhero, this isn’t a fairytale. Still, you let him gently tug your body into the seat across from him.
“You don’t have to do this, Sam.”
Sam’s brow furrows, and a look of genuine confusion washes over his features. He studies you for a moment before speaking.
“You think I don’t want to go on a date with you?”
You roll your eyes at his question. This whole conversation is ridiculous, and it’s beginning to feel like Sam and Bucky are pulling a practical joke on you right now. But Sam looks at you expectantly, waiting for your answer, so you play along even though you aren’t happy about it.
“C’mon, Sam.”
Sam simply arches a brow at you with a bewildered expression, and for a moment, your resolve falters. What if this is real? What if this isn’t some stupid joke between Sam and Bucky? What’s the harm in just letting this moment play out? With a sigh, you look up at Sam, who is still studying your features.
“Sam, I’m pretty certain that if you were interested in me at any point in the last twenty years, you’d have asked me out by now.”
Sam huffs out a laugh at this, and suddenly, he looks embarrassed. This reaction confuses you. Sam is a confident man — he’s rarely self-conscious about himself or his decisions.
“Yeah, about that…”
Your heart lurches in your chest as he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he tries to find the right words. And as he meets your eyes, there’s an emotion in his gaze that you can’t quite place.
“What is it, Sam?”
Sam sighs before speaking.
“This isn’t just platonic for me.”
Suddenly, your world comes to a screeching halt. This feels like an out-of-body experience — like some sort of dream — and you’re pretty sure if you pinched yourself right now, you’d wake up alone in your apartment. But that doesn’t happen. You’re really here with Sam, having this conversation.
“How long have you felt like that?”
Sam looks away from you as he thinks for a moment, wanting to give you an accurate answer.
“After we helped Steve with Hydra in D.C., seeing you in the hospital put things into perspective.”
You were working as a SHIELD pilot for almost two years when Sam went missing with SHIELD’s two most wanted fugitives: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. Because of this, it didn’t take much convincing for you to ignore your orders and help Steve stop the launch of the helicarriers. Bucky, acting as the Winter Soldier at the time, had taken out most of SHIELD’s air support; however, you and a group of four other pilots managed to get your birds into the air. Although the stakes were high, a part of you felt like it was old times — watching Sam soar through the air in his Exo-7 flight suit from the cockpit of your F-35 Lightning II. The fight was going well until Bucky nailed your left wing with a large piece of debris, causing you to go into a downward tailspin. You attempted to stabilize your aircraft but ran out of time. So, you decided to pull your parachute, but to your horror, the cord was stuck. Sam, grounded due to his broken wings, watched helplessly as your fighter slammed into the Potomac River. You were found by search and rescue after the helicarriers were destroyed and woke up in a hospital bed three days later. Recovery was agonizingly slow, but Sam never left your side — except to check on Steve every so often in the room next to yours. The memory brings a small, sad smile to your face.
“That was ten years ago, Sam. What stopped you from telling me?”
“Other than everything that happened after that? You’re my best friend — I didn’t want to risk that.”
You suppose he’s right. There was rarely a moment of downtime after you recovered from your fall into the Potomac River. The two of you immediately threw yourselves into helping Steve track down Bucky, and just two years later, all four of you were wanted fugitives due to the Sokovia Accords. Between the years you spent living on the run and the years you lost to the blip, there was rarely a quiet moment until Thanos was finally defeated — until now.
“For me, it was after Riley.”
Sam’s eyebrows shot up at your confession, obviously not expecting for you to have fallen first. But, despite his excitement at this revelation, he stays quiet, letting you continue if you want.
“After losing him, I couldn’t help imagining it being you who got shot down that day. The idea haunted me in my nightmares, and I realized that if I lost you, it would be a different kind of grief.”
Sam’s face softens, and he reaches across the table for your hand. He wraps his hand tightly around yours, grounding you back into this moment before speaking.
“You never have to worry about losing me.”
You scoff at his words, giving him an incredulous look.
“You’re Captain America, Sam. Running head first into danger is your job.”
“Okay, fair. But I have a very compelling reason to stay alive.”
You laugh, attempting to cover up how flustered you feel due to Sam’s words. It doesn’t work. Sam smiles as he notices the effect his words have on you. He could get used to this — flirting with you until you’re bright red and stumbling over your words. It’s undeniably cute, and he can’t believe it’s taken him this long to do it.
After your emotionally charged conversation, you both need something to eat. The two of you both order ramen, and Sam doesn’t let go of your hand until two bowls are set down on the table. You enjoy your meal while Sam occasionally nudges his knee playfully into yours under the table before offering you a flirtatious smile. The conversation that flows between you doesn’t feel forced or uncomfortable — it feels both familiar and somehow brand new. The two of you had been navigating the grey area between romantic and platonic for so long that it feels almost liberating to look at Sam and know his true intentions.
After Sam pays the bill, giving the establishment's owner a generous tip, the two of you fall into step with one another as you walk toward your apartment. The walk isn’t drastically different from the thousands you’ve taken before. Sam still slings his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side — except this time, you move your hand up and intertwine your fingers. He still walks up the stairs with you to your apartment, unlocking the door with the key you gave him ages again — except this time, he leads you by the hand up all five flights. And he still moves through your apartment as if it were his, opening your fridge to grab two beers and rifling through your junk drawer to find the bottle opener he knows is in there — except this time, as he places the beers behind you, he doesn’t move away. Instead, he keeps his hands on the counter, one on either side of your body, caging you in. His expression is soft, illuminated by the lone fluorescent light in your small kitchen. And there’s an adoration in his gaze that makes you feel lighter than air.
Steve’s words, from what feels like a lifetime ago, ring in your ears as you look up at Sam Wilson, who stands just a breath away: "As the world's expert on waiting too long, don't."
Tired of waiting, you grab Sam by the front of his polo and pull him into you, locking your lips with his as your chests bump into each other. It’s not a picture-perfect kiss; it’s a little sloppy and frantic, but it’s the type that makes up for the twenty years you spent dancing around your feelings for one another. Eventually, you break away from each other. Sam rests his forehead against yours, and the brightest smile you’ve ever seen graces his face — the man looks like sunshine incarnate as he studies your features.
“I should have done that ten years ago.”
The laugh that escapes you is melodic — a goddamn symphony to Sam’s ears. And he can’t help but kiss you again. And again. And again. In an attempt to make up for lost time and to prove to you, this was never just platonic.
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Lore request number 1847389291 (sorry I've been asking so much lmao new som som trying my best to catch up) what happened at firsts graduation I saw that hug and that kt almost didn't go but no details help? Pls?
anon, first of all, feel free to send fk lore questions whenever you like. i'll try to give as much context as i can, and people also add things in, and it's a blast, i love when these come in.
second of all, i'm so very glad you're making me talk about first's graduation. it's probably one of my favorite firstkhao moments.
first's graduation (he has a bachelor's degree in cyber business management and graduated with honors, he's that guy) happened on december 15, 2021, so two weeks after the announcement of the eclipse during gmmtv 2022. this event is what we (or at least i do) like to call "the event that inspired the plot of our skyy 2 x the eclipse" because it's basically what happened 😏😏
as you can imagine, graduating is a very important moment and in thailand they do this thing a lot of holding fan gatherings when an artist graduates and many of their friends come to congratulate them too (like when earth, firstkhao and arm went to mix's graduation last year).
first had a lot people over to see him. besides his family members, ofc, first's favorite bruda (tay tawan) attended, gawin, ciize, louis, love, nanon and many many others.






but khaotung, being the rascal that he is, told first that something came up and that he wouldn't be able to attend first's graduation which made first properly sulky. i'm not even kidding. they were all using masks ofc because 2021, covid, all that shit, but we know mr. kanaphan to have amazingly expressive eyes and baby boy looked so sad and pouty because his best friend said he wouldn't attend (tumblr doesn't let me post more than one video, but i'll link you to the videos and the graduation tag so you can check out his contained tantrum in the end of this post).
at some point when ciize (who is the founder of this fandom, may i add, since when they were just a ghostship, she was already in the trenches) approached first, and he was talking in the phone with khaotung and first offered her the phone and she asked "what did you do to make him so angry, khaotung?!"
ofc khaotung was just joking and ofc he wouldn't miss his best friend's graduation. he showed up and i kid you not, it was like first's sunny disposition came back to him in a blink. ofc, he was still annoyed bc khaotung fooled him and there were many instances where it looked like he was going to hit khaotung, but khaotung knows his baby bestie and stayed by his side all the time. there were a few moments when first would be talking to other people but his hand would stay around khaotung (there's one particular video of them talking to what i believe is one of the staff, and while first's eyes are on them, he keeps caressing khaotung's back absentmindedly because the next thing we assume happens is that first scolded khaotung - again - for pranking him).

khaotung was having a blast that day playing around with first. and first was also trying to look nonchalant at some point which was so adorable. you know how in the end of our skyy 2, after ayan's surprise to akk and how he says, "i told you i loved seeing you get pranked. when you make an angry face, you look so… (cute)". that is firstkhaotung during first's graduation.




you can search the tag #FirstkpGraduation on twitter where you'll find many more videos and pictures and here's the links to some of my favorite videos since i can't post them here:
[ link one ] [ link two ] [ link three ] [ link four ] [ link five ] [ link six ]
#bibs ask#Anonymous#first kanaphan#khaotung thanawat#firstkhao#firstkhaotung#fk lore#i love first's graduation fr#it's adorable#i wonder if first has a prank prepared for when khaotung graduates#long post
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Addressing the Drama Against my Will
Oh, how I'm so sick of my name coming up in call-out posts on this app it's actually so weird to me.
I don't like talking about drama on my blog because I literally just wanna talk about helpol stuff. I have ONE post talking about ONE drama about my old server on my page despite the (for some reason???) dozen of posts these people have on me. I've avoided doing so because regardless of my emotional state, I didn't feel right naming names because it didn't feel good having mine said over and over again. But at this point, I'm a bit tired of it all. So I'll respond to this once and then ask that they genuinely leave me alone and keep my name off of their blog.
Hi, I'm Lottie! I used to go by Poppy but changed my name partially due to a shift in my gender identity, but also because the name "Poppy" was tied to a lot of these posts and a not so great past. I'm the ex owner of the Acropolises, a helpol discord server. As a few people know, the Acropolises was deleted which I talked a little bit about in this post. Funny enough, I've been a bit inactive both on discord and tumblr due to the emotional stress and toll this took on me. My mental health has been discussed quite a bit between these people so I'll talk about it myself. I have diagnosed depression, ADHD, and anxiety. I've had to take frequent breaks offline due to this, and sometimes talking to people is difficult. I'm genuinely not sure what this "online breakdown" is coming from when I haven't really been...online? But that's a little weird to me. Truly, you have no reason to discuss my mental health, or even me when I haven't been in communication with ANY of you since the server was deleted. I can only imagine it's because a discord status I posted today made you a little upset. We'll get to that in a bit.
• 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 •
I'll admit, I was in over my head when I made The Acropolises. It grew really big really fast and I definitely wasn't prepared for what that entailed. I made an attempt to appease everyone and when it hindered the validity of the server with all growth of misinformation and cliques, it became something too deep rooted for me to handle.
The Acropolises was deleted when a close friend of mine joined the server of wingsofaphrodite. I didn't join the server myself, even though they were someone I considered like a younger siblings, because I had just come out of a spat with one of our former mutual friends altis-of-olympia (another thing I will touch on in a bit). I offered to stay out of the server to keep the peace and not make anyone uncomfortable, but out of support I recommended the server to several friends, one of which joined because of how highly I spoke of them. However, he came back to me with acreenshots of several of these "friends" of mine and a handful of my server members talking about me. Altis will claim that the screenshots were "taken out of context" but honestly, I don't know what kind of additional context I need for these.
If this isn't shit talking behind my back, I don't know what is. One of you outright said I worshipped an egregore (a priestess, mind you. Unbeknownst to them, apparently, that egregores aren't a thing in our religion). And while I knew that wasn't true, it threw me into a dizzy and nauseating state of self-doubt and hate. It took me turning to a well-known and trusted sorcerer of ancient greco-egyptian polytheism to confirm otherwise for me. THIS is why The Acropolises was deleted. I no longer felt safe in the space I created.
Now, it'll be heavily claimed that my staff team was steeped in favoritism. Which I will admit is partially true. However, that favoritism was heavily tied to Wings and Altis. As I started attempting to fix things in the server, cracks began forming in my staff team. Mainly due to me agreeing a lot with one of my admins who is also a close friend. This admin wasn't particularly liked by this group simply because they didn't agree with a lot of what they wanted and wanted to ensure that the server stayed on the path of reconstructionalist helpol. Which I agreed with. This was often seen as combative with no leeway for argument when looking back on it, it was simply them doing their job as an admin. However, I allowed (primarily) Altis to run amok in my server with little to no consequences simply I saw him as a friend and tend to have blinders on, thinking any issues can be resolved with a small discussion. This proved to not be the case.
• 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐬 •
The night Altis and I stopped being friends came from when I felt called to do a reading about a member of my server. The reading itself initially confused me until I realized it was for Altis from King Zeus, in reference to his behavior in my server. When he asked me what behavior I had an issue with that prompted the reading, the following conversation ensued:




Altis had displayed a concerning amount of misinformation when it came to priesthood in my server, scaring several members, and when I confronted him about it, he became incredibly defensive and belittled my priestesshood. Never once did I claim King Zeus was angry at him. I actually directly said He wasn't.
It then came to my attention that several members of the server had complained about Altis and his friends to my admin, feeling belittled and snubbed by him constantly in the server to the point where many of them left or chose not to interact in the server anymore. And none of them felt comfortable coming to me as the server owner because I had allowed him to do so, and we were friends, which is completely understandable. I did nothing to fix this issue and when I did I had realized it was too late. I had allowed him on my staff team, despite the majority of them voting against it, because I felt personally responsible for their opinion of him. I had green lit many of his outburst and wanted to prove that he wasn't this egotistical know-it-all. Altis hated my staff team, yet wanted to be on it hard enough to fight for it and join it.
• 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧 •
So what has brought us here, to this post? Well, a discord status. Particularly, this one.
I made this status today when I was told by ANOTHER friend that Altis was STILL talking about me. Which is weird. We haven't spoken since the whole fiasco happened. And I find it quite silly that when I make this status, suddenly he feels the need to post about me. So let's talk about this status, and altis of olympia.
Altis, as quite a few of you may know, is now a "graduated" priest of Zeus. This is something I have a few issues with. Mainly because, Altis is about as inexperienced in priesthood as one can be. Almost dangerously so. Altis's focus on priesthood under King Zeus as an oathkeeper has completely trumped and overshadowed the basics of priesthood. A part of priesthood is practice, and putting that practice into action. While my priesthood may involve me occasionally delivering messages from the gods (I'll talk about this in a bit), it is the smallest and most mental aspect of what I do. It is the aspect I talked about most often because my server enjoyed discussing readings and divination as a whole.
However, it is maybe 2% of my work as a priestess. I perform rituals and thuein according to the ancient rites (ethically). I have learned and done cledonomancy. I have created ceremony scripts, memorized hymns, and ancient Greek magic for Hermes. I have an upcoming festival in His honor.
These are SOME of the essential aspects of modern-day priesthood, and these are things I can't imagine Altis has learned or even was aware of, considering he doesn't even know how to perform a consecration ceremony (the illustrious "graduation").
Mind you, "graduation" and "tasks" are not official terms in priesthood. They're words I used simply because I have ADHD and couldn't think of what to call them in them moment, but continued to use for the sake of consistency and also they itched my ADHD brain nicely.
Altis also has a server dedicated to priesthood, which is incredibly interesting considering he's only been in training for 3 months, not nearly long enough to claim his level of expertise. This server itself lacks cited sources and resources, which is PIVOTAL if you intend to teach others. 3 months of "experience" for training under a god you RECENTLY started worshipping, makes no sense. You simply aren't qualified.
In this, I know my own short training will be brought up. My priestess training was completed within a month. However, my circumstances were very different.
I have been researching the Theoi since middle school. It was in my late middle school and high school years that I began actively worshipping the Theoi. And I worshipped them ALL, with a favor towards Hermes because He was a particular favorite. It was during my last year of high school that I realized worshipping all of the hellenic gods equally simply wasn't viable and I decided to dedicate more time to relearning all of my bad habits as a hellenic polytheist. At this time I stopped worshipping Hermes and instead after a year of exclusively researching without worship, I decided to worship Ares, Aphrodite, and Zeus.
It was in this time that I began properly learning divination centered around the gods. I learned how to invoke the gods I worshipped and communicate with Them and did so under King Zeus's guidance. I had always been good with divination as I frequently spoke with spirits, and learning different methods of divination under the guidance of Zeus taught me a lot. When I turned 21, I took my first visit to Greece to visit His temple and dedicated my life to Him and the Theoi.
I took some time to deconstruct my Christian upbringing and fully pledged myself to hellenic polytheism. In these 6 years as a hellenic polytheist, I repeatedly visited Greece, learned from many of my Greek helpol friends, and developed a solid foundation in my religion.
All of this backstory is important to make the point that I had established my foundation as a priestess over years of research. Even as I currently mentor under a priestess, it has all been refreshers and things I had learned myself over the years. And of course I've still learned a lot, but if anything, it has just confirmed the path I was already on. My training under Lord Hermes was brief because I had already learned the path and how to navigate it.
As far as I'm aware and have seen, Altis does not have this background. While he has 9 years of learning the religion, very little of it seems to be related to priesthood until very very recently (ie the past 3 months).
My server no longer exists, and I have barely been online. There is truly no reason why these people should still be talking about me.
Altis, however, has an actively misinformed server for young and aspiring priests. So fix your own issues before you attempt to correct mine.
Never once did I use my priestesshood as a tool for power, I ACTIVELY AND CONSTANTLY stated that the title held no power and could be taken away easily. To believe otherwise would be hubris. And to say I claimed to say who was and wasn't a priest when he actively had a "priestx confirmation spread" is genuinely wild. My "bingo card" was a clear joke. And he knows it was a joke.
• 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐦 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐭 •
Truthfully, I could go on. I could talk about how much of Altis's foundation for priesthood came from me and then for mindless with his ego. I could be petty and talk about how I supported him so openly that I bought him 2 oracle decks for King Zeus. I could talk about how he can't source why priests worked under one epithet at a time or how he allegedly claims that now multiple gods are giving him "tasks."
But I won't, because honestly, I hope he reflects and grows from this. I hope he reads this and Googles some of the priest duties I listed above to learn what they are and their importance and how to perform them. And I hope he checks his ego and learns how to take criticism. I don't intend to be friends with him again, I simply want him to never mention me again. I have a LONG list of asks talking about their experiences with him that I choose not to answer because I see no reason to. I ask for the same decency. Leave me alone.
And Marie/wayfind-er too. You've made like 90% of the posts on me. I directly went to you and asked you to stop because people were harassing me and my friends in my asks and how damaging it was fo my mental health. I BEGGED you to stop posting about me.
You told me block you if I didn't like it and you won't stop.
For that, you're weird. Don't preach xenia if you're actively choosing to be a bully.
Anyways, you're all blocked, and I have no interest in discussing this further. I've said all I needed to. And if you see typos, no, you didn't. This is too long to spell check ✋️😔
Khairete, and safe travels ♡
Small addition: Altis says no one should look up to me. I agree. I'm still learning just like everyone else. Hellenic polytheism is never-ending research. I'm still a student working towards my BA im ancient religion and history and working towards becoming an archivist. I have NO credentials. I simply love to research and share what I've learned
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I'm trying to figure out how to communicate this nicely: Some of the language you use and the talking points you reference tend to come from bigoted ideas. You sound like you are repeating things you have heard from someone else and believed without checking.
I remember being in high school and falling for some of those, so I'm not trying to blast you or anything. Looking at some of your other blog material, I'm guessing you are also a young person, like I was.
I want to give you a lot of advice that I learned over the years I've been online, but tumblr ate my other draft that was really long and I'm getting tired. This one is long, too.
The 'Disney is brainwashing children' bit is bigoted. Or at least, every other time I have ever come across this talking point, the person making it was either homophobic, transphobic, or racist, on purpose. I don't even know what brainwashing means in this context aside from that.
The common opinion I see from LGBTQ+ people is that Disney's agenda is whatever makes it money. It's rare to find a company that will make a political stand that's controversial to the public at large. At least for now, you may not have to worry about trans people in your movies :( I could be wrong, though (I rarely ever watch movies).
When you refer to transgender people as 'transgenders' and characterize them as hysterical beings who fly off the handle when you misgender them by accident, you are repeating a transphobic talking point. Remember that, of any group, you will always hear about the most outrageous ones online.
I can only speak for myself and the chill trans people I know. But in real life, we know how we look, and we are pretty forgiving with genuine mistakes. It's like getting someone's name wrong; you correct yourself when you realize your mistake, offer a brief "sorry" or "my bad", and try to get it right the next time. On the internet, I notice our patience can run very thin, instead. Online, you have as much time as you need to say what you mean to say, and it only takes a few seconds to check someone's account for their pronouns. You can still do the quick correction and apology, I think. Depending on the person, they might have had a lot of jerks carelessly or maliciously misgender them, even when their username and profile picture are extremely obvious. So they might not be so forgiving. Misgendering isn't like, a heinous crime, but it can be the straw that breaks the camel's back, if that makes sense. I don't remember if I have my pronouns on here, but I don't mind, or I'll offer a correction.
I want to recommend making friends or at least friendly acquaintances with trans people and other minorities in real life, but I don't know your situation. The internet can be useful, but I don't have any recommendations because my circle is made up of a very small fandom and a few cool trans women who write stuff I want to read sometimes. Discourse among any identity group can be really confusing if you aren't familiar with the background. When I was growing up, I found it better to often lurk various conversations and avoid saying anything. Especially if you come across someone that seems to hate on your demographic like "ugh, I hate cis people!" They're mainly frustrated about how they're being treated for being trans and they don't mean you in particular, so please don't comment at them about it. I don't know if you ever did that, but I have seen other people do that and it never goes well. One can sometimes read those vent posts and learn how to be more considerate, though.
If you want to ask questions, be careful about what you say; I think with the current political situation especially, everyone is on edge. You want to be friendly-curious, and try not to bring up what you were taught. I used to try explaining my preconceived notions and it would often be interpreted as an argument. So I made enemies of people I respected by accident.
I have to go to bed soon, but one more thing: There's a sentiment that I grew up with where we're all just humans and color doesn't matter. It sounds nice, but the tricky part is that it's an ideal that doesn't acknowledge social injustice. If you try to be colorblind, you may continue to perpetuate injustice committed by other people/society. Or worse, you may directly perpetuate injustice through biased behavior you don't acknowledge. Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion policies may allegedly be flawed, but going strictly based on other metrics will exclude people who would otherwise provide valuable contributions. It is *because* of their unique backgrounds that they can provide unique perspectives, for example if they are trying to participate in the sciences. I read an article somewhere where, randomly selecting 20 people who scored 60% on a test to qualify for a task, and another group of 20 who had top scores, the randomized group did better in some problem-solving exercises. I don't know if you've ever spoken on DEI; it's just the first example that came to mind for me.
I have now forgotten how to type coherent sentences. I hope this is helpful at all and I hope I don't sound mean. I'm trying to give you the information I would have given my younger self to help him avoid some heartbreak and frustration. The internet is crazy but I like to think most people are normal. I might have autism, and growing up, I really struggled to understand how to communicate with people online. Language choice is really important because it can reveal your biases or lend the wrong impression. But language is also difficult to master because there is so much context to learn. What does this language mean/imply? Who uses this kind of language? What are their attitudes and beliefs? What kind of attitude would I portray if I used that language?
This is my thought.
People nowadays need to watch and read old childrens' books and movies. Alice in Wonderland, Dr. Suess, Nine, Beatrice Potters, etc. I've seen so many people just be nothing but cruel and insulting to other people, they don't want anyone to have free speech or freedom of expression and religion.
I say old kids stuff because new kids stuff, including Disney kids stuff, is all sorts of full of whatever propaganda and agendas people want to brainwash kids with. They don't have real plotlines, or character development, and kids need to learn how to be kind and honest. Older movies are good at that. I could list a lot more, but only if people want a good recommendation list.
#long post#discoknack (me)#zzz#rambling#Umm what else...#white supremacy and neonazism is unfortunately alive and kicking#democracy is also an ideology (my grandma got mad at that one but it's like. history. Democracy vs communism is in the history books)#history is so so important. Sadly there is a lot of disinformation about it.#disinformation everywhere for everything. I don't know what to do about it.#Practice reading papers. Identify biases. Question statistics delivered without context. Seek out more information if you have the time.#I learned so much about critical thinking in college but man is it spendy.#Ok I love you see you later
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Teehee
this design is crazy cute >:O!!!
bonus billsona doodles as well :o)))!!!!
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i miss carpisuns sometimes </3
#not necessarily that I regret switching over but i just get like nostalgic for an earlier time in the ml fandom#s3 was soooo much fun for me#and the long hiatus before s4 was also the best. so good wasn’t ready for it to end when it did haha#things just feel so different in the fandom now#both the fandom has changed and I have changed#and of course the STORY has changed#and I like don’t know what to do about that or how to react#cause I am used to being one of the guys who is defending ml’s honor with my life lol#committed to spreading positivity#and I still want to be that guy!#but it’s like. idk. I don’t recognize this story anymore#this isn’t the same story that I fell in love with years ago. but I don’t want to just like Leave??#I do want to see how things play out bc I am still invested in these characters#and I would love to still be part of the fan community and connect with people over a mutual love for this thing#that has been important to me for years and has inspired me to create and learn new skills and make new friends!#but I also don’t just want to shut up and pretend I’m happy about things I am decidedly unhappy about lol#like it’s honestly surprising to me that a only a small minority of the fandom seems to feel the way I do?#and the majority are still super pumped and frustrated at the people who are complaining#and really. I don’t WANT to rain on anyone’s parade. I honestly don’t#I was part of the parade for years! I had the best time in the parade! I don’t want to ruin the good time!#so i try not to be too salty on main ? but i feel like I’m going a little crazy lmao! like I’m just one bitter little miser fhdjjd#i mean i guess it’s kind of a good thing that I moved blogs tbh lol#cause now when i whine only a fraction of the people have to be exposed to it 😂#but man i hate knowing that people might think of me as a salter#I mean it’s valid if people are trying to have fun and do not want to hear my complaining haha#but also do i automatically have to be a salter. are the only options support and defend ml 100% at all times or Be A Salter#or can there be a third category of certified ml lover that is just disappointed in recent events & disagrees with the new writing direction#is that too much nuance for tumblr lol#see maybe that’s why I miss carpisuns. she didn’t have to ask this question. she was only full of LOVE!#but therein lies the irony…like marinette I have made this choice out of love…for what the story once was…what is to become of me now…
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A day after Daniel fucks over Yuki, you post a photo of yourself wearing enchante,, you're not slick
Skinny white girl like Ricciardo? Ground breaking lol
it's so tragic how you're just gonna have to die mad about it 💋
#it did give me the giggles though bc HOW DARE I WEAR MY OWN CLOTHES!!! SHOCK AND HORROR!!!!#sometimes tumblr gives me askfm scandal of catholic boarding school fame 😍 like there was this girl that used to live INSIDE my ass#she'd offer me gum and food and ask to plait my hair then we had a massive askfm bullying scandal where the school banned askfm#long story short she was saying the most HORRIFIC things about me bc psycho ig#anyway i have no doubt that you're ugly and a loser and your life is going nowhere fast and also if this was irl youd be meek as fuck#and never look me in the eye#log off and find some friend or a purpose or something. God speed!!!
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memory is so weird i was just reminded of some online friends from when i was 17 and i cant even recall all of their names. huh.. i never meant to forget you but i have and that's so weird cause i still remember how happy you had made me feel
#actually theres a tumblr person still here who i knew when i was like 14#like they still use the same username and all while i deleted my old accs#and had typical teenager emotional spirals#and like they wont remember me but i certainly remember how happy young me was to have a cool older online friend#thats so weird..... youre just there. i could send an ask today.
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You know how wild it is to see comments on YouTube of children going "i subed. im 7"
I did not interact with the YouTube comments until I was a teenager. I have made a grand total of less than 5 comments. Because I'm a pussy who was scared of saying something stupid and having the internet show up at my door to shank me. Yknow. Exactly what I was taught would happen.
And I stare at these comments and I think to myself
'If you knew your address, you would've posted it.'
#INTERNET SAFTEY#WHY DID NO ONE TEACH THE CHILDREN INTERNET SAFTEY. ITS BASIC SHIT. MONITER YOUR CROTCH GOBLINS FUCKO.#god i hate people#do not talk to me until ive had my coffee but its 1 am and i dont drink coffee#basics: dont post your private info online#whats private info? your NAME. your AGE. your TIMEZONE ISTG STOP SAYING YOUR TIMEZONE IN TWITCH CHAT-#your COUNTRY. your STATE. you CITY.#DONT TELL PEOPLE INFORMATION THAT THEY CAN USE TO FIND YOU. IT ISNT THAT HARD#mother fucker#im so tired#its 1 am#like. ok. story time.#its fine if its like. private chats with people you trust and consider a friend#im talking public#big servers with 100s of people on discord#up on your tumblr blog#TWITCH CHAT. WHICH IS RECORDED IN VODS. IT DOES NOT VANISH.#YOUTUBE COMMENTS#also twitter! very very public (even if i dont use it)#insta! dont use that either but its also public!#i post what time is it for me cuz 1) this is a very populated timezone and 2) im not a minor#this is about the minors specifically#less about 15+ yall know how to ask for help but 14- gotta be careful#and anything less than 13 should not comment personal shit on anything ever wtf why#anyone not in double digits shouldnt comment PERIOD#you can engage without commenting. i watched so much skydoesminecraft and ihascupquake and dantdm as a kid#i just didnt comment and moved on to the next video#its literally so simple#hell middle school was the first time i interacted with a fandom#no regrets
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going insane (again) i have an exam in three days and i wanted to start studying and i went through everything we need to know in an hour. AN HOUR. pathetic excuse of a class holy shit
#how do i 'study and dont go on tumblr' in these conditions#also (complaints incoming lmao sorry) this is for the statistics stuff again and they dont give us any extra exercises than the ones we had#to do for the graded tasks so like. cool. ive got 7 exercises i can use to practice and ive already done all of them and after ive done-#them again i will know all the answers so i cant redo them. great! this is how you teach a practical class yes thanks professor :))))#i can go on about this shit show of a class forever im sorry we didnt even have classes where they explained stuff we had to watch-#videos from the pandemic! which would be fine if the software we have to use wouldnt have had seven updates in the last years! we got-#feedback moments every other week *after* we had to turn in the assignment that *might* be graded for a bonus point (which i did get!-#take that!!) but like. oh you didnt understand the complicated stuff we never really explained? you can ask after youve been graded on the-#stuff you turned in - which is NOTHING because you didnt understand the first question because it was bullshit!#my friend was very funny i gotta admit because she very sweetly called the professor over and went im sorry sir :( but i couldnt turn it in#this time :( i really didnt understand the questions and the videos we got werent enough and the handbook didnt explain it any further-#either and i wanted to practice a bit before doing the POSSIBLY GRADED assignment but it seems there are no other exercises we could use-#will there be some in the coming weeks? because i just dont understand it with the very limited amount offered :((#and my professor got VERY awkward lmao because it turned out that this assignment was the one he graded because it was the hardest :) and-#many people didnt understand it so only 34 people out of the 170 taking the class got their bonus point :)) this is fine :)))))#snail speaks
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Everyone can have their obsession with whatever and move on but Carmilla will forever hold a place in my heart
#and every web series and film that’s been made in relation with it#I blow kisses to the angsty sexy vampire Carmilla every day and have done so since the age of 11#sexy in a woman way#if you know what I mean you just know she looked so glorious in a plain white dress with long black hair#commanded the streets#idk you get it idk#the webseries is something so sweet and it’s weird because#I never thought I’d be left yearning for that time in my life when I first watched it#but introducing my friend to it and us getting excited and talking about it and the silly details#there’s something so 2000s lesbian tumblr of it#when everything felt so simple#and I am genuinely in awe of how they set it up#I mean the fact it’s just a camera in one stationary position for the entirety of each season#and all the excitement comes purely from acting and use of props#Genius and sublime#proving that you don’t need a huge budget to make something so memorable and one of its kind#no one has done anything like it since people#and NOONE had done it before#just like Carmilla the novella it remains singular#and it’s not just lesbian it’s the almost all female cast with a clear disinterest in men#like no one needs men in this no one asks for them they appear against everyone’s will#it was SO refreshing to see as a young girl#idk
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She veemo on my woomy til I splatoon
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#splatoon#ive been sitting on this ask for months#partially because 'how dare you send me an ask thats funnier than anything i post'#which is technically true in the sense that i never make any original posts ever. i just reblog other people's stuff#which really begs the question like. Why was this ask sent to me instead of one of the splatoon fanartist i reblog stuff from#was anon worried about making a sex joke to one of the splatoon microcelebrities here on tumblr so they sent this to me; a total nobody?#is anon one of those splatoon fanartists who noticed my reblogs; went thru my blog -#and used this ask as a way to gauge how much friend material i am#just the other day i had a talk with a friend over whether id recognize them on anon. is this from that friend??#my initial assumption was that anon sent this so id reply to it somehow or at least post it. but why. i basically dont have followers#im not one of those tumblr users with hundreds of followers whos known to be funny. What audience do you think your ask would get to anon?#anyway i have a minor crisis every time i look at this ask on my inbox#but this time it led to me deciding to finally post this ask. That thing I said about never making original posts?#well maybe its time to change that#i wont but its nice to think of the idea#sometimes i have original post ideas but then i dont want to post them because nobody would see it#i always want to save it for some hypothetical future where i have tons of followers who will see my posts#and yet one has to think. i will never get followers if i dont post#im still not gonna post tho. tumblr is something i look at for fun im not putting effort into this thing
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I have such an important interview tomorrow and instead of trying to prepare, I'm obsessing over She Kills Monsters. Like a responsible person.
#idek why i remembered skm. like what made me remember it#i was just scrolling tumblr and all of a sudden remembered the best play ever created#and had to obsess over it. instead of preparing#idek how to prepare tho tbh#the interview is for an office position at the aummer camp ive worked at for six years#the director gave us all a question to rhink on so i need to think on that#and i guess also what i want the position to look like because theyre changing it up this year#and why im good for the position and why i want it#okay i have a solid starting point now#i also might reach out to the guy that did that position the last three years and ask him if he remembers any of his interview questions#idk. idk if ill get the position but i really want it. but unfortunately the other applicant is a really good friend#thats the tough part of working at a summer camp for awhile. you go for positions against aome of your best friends#last year i got an area director position over one of my close friends and i felt so bad when i got the news#idk im tired. maybe ill just wow the interviewer with my knowledge of skm and hope thats enough#i want to watch a bootleg tonight but i dont want to cry. but it would be the pefect thing to watch while i knit my dragon wing shawl#anyway. i shiuld go. maybe prepare. maybe just knit and think about skm
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