#i havent done anything for generic paper | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

conanssummerchild · 3 months ago

Text

writing a fic abt rick having an ed bcs why would i recover when i can just project all my issues onto fictional old men in cartoons and pretend everythings better now ‼️

tw eating disorder, minor self harm and vomit near the end

Morty stopped in the open doorway of the garage, watching Rick who was sat scribbling down some kind of invention idea, or equation, or whatever it was he did when Morty wasn't around, for all Morty knew he might well be writing fanfiction.

An involuntary smile pulled at his lips at the idea of his almost 70 year old genius grandfather spending his free time writing silly little stories at his work bench. What would he even write? Ball Fondlers fanfic? Maybe he wrote about his stoic bird friend, Rick had always been touchy with him and Rick wasn't touchy with anyone.

When Morty focused back on Rick he wasn't writing anymore, the slightly crumpled piece of paper shoved to the side as he fiddled with what looked like a small metal box with a bunch of brightly coloured wires poking out of the sides. A small spark shot out of one of the wires Rick was holding and he cursed loudly, shaking his hand.

"Fuck, Morty, are you just gonna– gonna stand there, or are you gonna pass me the fucking, uh– the thing."

Rick waved his hand in the general direction of the shelf nearest to Morty, but there were so many assorted trinkets on the shelves, Morty had no idea if Rick wanted a wrench, or a hammer, or one of his laser guns, maybe the box was like a new battery for them?

"W-what thing, Rick?"

"The thing, Morty! The fucking– the uh, destornillador."

"What? Rick, I don't know what that means. W-w-what is that?"

"Jeez, Morty, what are they teaching you at that crap school you love so much?" Rick scowled, tossing the box to the side and getting up to grab the screwdriver himself.

"I havent been to school in like a month, Rick!" Morty exclaimed. "And even then I only got to stay for like an hour before you were dragging me out again!"

"Whatever." Rick said with a burp, "School's dumb, Morty. I'll teach you Spanish myself. B-but, uh, not now."

He turned back to his box, done with the conversation, but Morty stayed hovering in the room, remembering what he had come for in the first place.

"Okay, um, w-w-well lunch is ready."

"I'm busy."

Morty sighed, having expected that answer already. "When's the last time you ate, Rick? Or slept? Or... showered?" Morty said, wrinkling his nose a little.

Rick ignored him, pulling at a blue wire.

"Rick!" Morty frowned.

"What, Morty? J-jesus christ, what the fuck do you want?"

"I want you to have lunch with the family."

"And I said no, so screw off."

"Rick, come on, it would make mom so happy."

Rick glared at him, not bothering with an answer.

"...Wouldn't y-you do it for your original Beth if you could?" Morty tried.

Rick slammed the box on the table, causing the thin metallic shell to crack, sparks flying from it, the sudden noise making Morty jump.

"The fuck did you just say?" Rick snarled.

"S-s-sorry!" Morty squeaked. "I didn't m-mean– mean it in a bad way!"

"Get the fuck out." Rick said icily, eyes blazing.

Morty stumbled out of the room, shutting the door behind him to the sound of something crashing. Probably Rick throwing the damaged box across the room.

Morty winced. In his defense he was worried about Rick, and sometimes, depending on his mood, something like that would've gotten Rick to cave, clearly he wasn't feeling so sentimental today, more annoyed and angry.

"What was that about?"

Morty startled a little and turned to see Summer looking at her phone behind him.

"Just, y'know, Rick being... Rick."

"Mhm, pro tip, don't bring up his dead daughter to try and blackmail him into something he hates." Summer drawled. "You can only do that if he's already half convinced, or if he's feeling especially depressed sometimes.

"Summer! That's– that's messed up!"

She quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah, so only you can manipulate grandpa Rick?" Summer scoffed. "God forbid women do anything." She said sarcastically and turned to walk away.

"Wait!" Morty fidgeted with his hands. "Can you... help me? To get him to have lunch w-with us? Please?"

"Yes, but not now. He's already upset so if we double down on trying to get him to eat he's only gonna clam up."

Morty nodded. "I know that– but how do you? You don't spend as much time with Rick as I do."

"Because he's like mom. Who do you think got her to stop drinking before parent-teacher conferences at school?"

"Wow. That's pretty fucked up that you had to do that, though, y'know, Summer."

"Yeah, well, we're the Smiths, Morty. Is anyone in this house not disordered?"

Morty winced at the blunt statement, Rick really was rubbing off on her. But it was kind of true.

"Guess it runs in the family." He muttered

"Guess it does."

---

Morty hadn't been planning on seeing Rick again until the next day. He knew that when Rick got upset he needed his space. Morty didn't quite get it because when he was upset all he wanted was for someone to hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay, but Rick wasn't like him he supposed.

If he was being honest it made him nervous to leave Rick alone in those bad headspaces he got into. Rick was volatile and unpredictable and a borderline danger to himself and often others. He'd walked in on a couple... compromising situations where Rick had had to explain away why he was passed out in his chair or why there was blood on his hands and his lab coat despite being the only person in the room.

Morty pretended to believe him when he said he had been doing a messy dissection experiment or that "This isn't blood, this is Balorkian dust I mixed with red Squanchenite fluid from Planet Squanch, Morty." But truthfully those moments haunted him.

However, he didn't want to invade Rick's space, so he let him be and tried to eat and sleep until Rick emerged like nothing had happened, even though Morty knew what habits of his went on behind those closed doors.

Of course Morty's patience had it's limits, like when two hours after he had left Rick in the garage, angry, there was the sound of something smashing, closely followed by an unmistakable sound that Morty had grown too familiar with since Rick had moved in. The sound of a body thudding to the ground.

He was up from the sofa in a flash, at the garage door before Summer could even put down her phone, flinging it open.

He felt like he couldn't breathe, but the only sight that greeted him was a smashed bottle and rick lying on the floor next to it, not looking any more dead than usual, looking up at Morty blearily, cracking a smile.

"Oh, hi Morty. H-hey buddy." He slurred, clearly drunk out of his mind.

"Jesus fucking christ, Rick." Morty said weakly.

"What happened?" Summer breathed, now standing at his side.

"He's just drunk." Morty muttered, wrinkling his nose at the overpowering smell that he hadn't registered before between his state of panic and shallow breathing.

Summer ventured into the garage, picking up an empty bottle and sniffing it. "God, grandpa Rick, what the hell are you drinking in here, fucking rubbing alcohol?"

"Sum-Sum! 'M just having some– some fun drinks. Fun drinks just a lil' bit. Besides I only ever drank rub-rubbin' alcohol once, n' it was– tasted like shit."

"What? I was being sarcastic, why would you drink that?"

"Because I was sad... was sad 'nd lonely after B-b-blood Ridge, couldn't find anythin' else. But 'm not s-sad now."

"What's Blood Ridge?" Summer frowned, "Actually it doesn't matter right now, you need to sober up."

"Get him some water," Morty interjected. "I'll clean up the glass. I also know where he keeps all his hangover serums and stuff, but he told me not to let you into any of his drug stashes."

"Fair enough." Summer shrugged, leaving to get Rick some much needed water.

While she was gone, Morty felt along the wall until he found the small hidden panel under Rick's desk. He fished out the light blue vial of fluid for hangovers, the red one he'd forced Rick to make that would sober him up and a green one that basically equivalated to getting your stomach pumped if you took it, just in case he'd taken more than just alcohol.

He shut the panel securely and placed the three coloured vials on Rick's work bench, grabbing a purple tube-like gadget from a shelf. He pressed a button on the back of it and typed in "Broken Glass" on a small hologram keyboard that emerged, then pressed that first button again. A blue ray shot out, scanning the garage, and the pieces of smashed bottle disappeared in a matter of seconds.

Morty looked over at Rick, who was still lying on the floor, but now he was tracing his fingers along a crack in the cold ground, his expression so solemn he almost looked sober.

"Rick?" Morty asked hesitantly.

"I miss her." He said flatly. "I miss her s-so much."

His words were still a little slurred but his tone had lost all the previous levity.

"I tried to save her, Morty, I t-t-tried, but I couldn't bring her back. And no one could ever replace her." A rough sob escaped his throat. Morty felt frozen. "I'm a crappy fuckin'– piece of shit father but I didn't want to be. I was gonna fuckin' give– give up everything for them, and I would've been happy. I would've been so happy as long as I had them, but he fuckin' took that from me! I nnever even got a chance."

Rick was crying, he was crying so hard that his tears stained the concrete dark grey and snot ran down his face sideways. He was shaking like a leaf and gasping for air.

Morty crouched down next to him, fists clenching and unclenching, unsure if he should hug Rick, or if that would make it worse. What else could he do?

"Oh– oh shit, Rick, I–"

"My little girl, my baby." Rick continued between sobs. "She meant everything to me. S-so yeah, I would be better f-for her if I could, but she's gone. There's no point."

Rick's sudden fit of violent sobs was calming down, replaced by a look that Morty could only describe as pure hoplessness and defeat washing over his features.

"'S no point in anything."

Shit, this was bad. Rick didn't admit defeat, and he certainly didn't talk so openly about his feelings like this.

"Aw jeez, Rick, come on don't– don't– don't say that. we killed Rick Prime, remember?" Morty said, wringing his hands anxiously.

"Yeah, I remember." Rick said, tone now devoid of emotion. "I remember killin' him with my bare hands, watchin' the life drain out of his eyes as his blood dripped down my fists. And I remember nothing changing. W-w-what d'ya do when you achieve your life long goal and nothin's better? It didn't bring them back, it didn't– didn't give me closure or give me a reason to live. I still can't sleep, petrified he's in the fucking house, comin' for my new family, that he'll kill all of you to teach me that t-that's what happens when I-I care about people."

Rick wiped his face with his lab coat sleeve, rubbing away the snot, drool and dried tears while Morty just kneeled next to him, frozen and unsure what to say.

"Rick..." he started but then Summer stepped through the doorway and Rick's demeanour instantly changed.

"Summerfest!" he called out and Morty watched, a little shocked, as Rick's whole face changed in the blink of an eye, going back to the cheerful, goofy expression he'd been wearing when he and Summer first came in. It didn't look artificial to Morty at all, even now that he knew it was. How could Rick just switch it on and off just like that?

"I brought water and coffee." Was all Summer said, placing two mugs on the workbench. "And a cereal bar."

The second statement sounded a little more unsure and Morty could've sworn he saw Rick's jaw clench for a second.

"Gimmie coffee." Rick said, making grabby hands, still lying on the floor.

"Water first." Summer replied, handing him the larger of the two mugs.

Rick pouted a little but as soon as the mug was in his hands he drank thirstily, finishing the whole thing in one go.

"You want more?" Summer asked, taking the mug, but he just shook his head quietly.

"Okay," Morty cleared his throat when his voice came out a little shaky. "drink this."

He handed Rick the red 'get sober' vial and Rick chugged it obediently, making a face. "Tastes like– like shit." He offered.

While he seemed a little calmer after the water and serum, his eyes were still unfocused and his voice sounded thick, like his tongue didn't fit in his mouth properly, hints of his accent were slipping through too.

"Did you- are you on drugs r-right now?" Morty asked, reaching for the green vial of serum.

"Maybe." Rick mumbled. His eyelids were starting to droop a little and he curled up more comfortably on the floor.

"Hey, Rick, don't go to sleep okay? What did you take?" Summer asked, crouching down next to him, shaking him a little. He groaned. "Come on, we just have to make sure you're not overdosing and then you can sleep. Maybe not on the floor."

"'M not overdosing." Rick grumbled.

"What did you take?"

"I dunno. Just some random alien drugs I found i-in my pocket." He said dismissively with a burp. "Actually one of 'em was probably adderall. Look at me bein' all responsible an-and takin' my meds n' shit."

He of course immediately showed his 'responsibilty' by gagging and then throwing up on the floor.

Morty winced, reaching for the purple device again while Summer tried to coax him into drinking the green liquid, frowning deeply.

Finally Rick gave in, sipping from the small vial, and almost instantly his eyes began to clear up a little bit.

"Why'd I make these work so well?" He groaned. Then, "My head is killing me, I want coffee."

Summer passed him the second mug and he gestured toward the hangover serum, which Morty promptly passed to him and Rick poured it in his coffee.

He gulped down half the coffee and sighed, wiping his mouth with his already rather dirty sleeve. "Fuck, that's better."

He downed the rest of it and placed the mug on the ground, getting to his feet shakily. He swayed and nearly fell, leaning onto the wall to steady himself as the dizzy spell passed, and then stretched, his back cracking loudly.

He took a few wobbly steps towards the door but Summer blocked the way.

"Fuck– fuck off Summer I gotta– I'm gonna go take a nap."

"Could you maybe eat something first?" She asked firmly, holding up the cereal bar.

"No."

Rick tried to sidestep her but she blocked the way again.

"Summer, don't fucking piss me off right now, I'm serious."

She stood her ground. "Just eat the cereal bar, grandpa Rick. Please."

"Summer, for fuck's sake, I said no!"

"Grandpa," She sighed, the arm holding the bar dropping defeatedly back down to her side. "Do you have an eating disorder?"

The garage was deathly quiet for a second.

"Wha-What?! I'm not a teenage girl in a f-f-f– goddamn netflix drama, Summer." Rick snarled. "What the fuck kinda question is that?"

He gestured wildly, taking another step forwards, which quickly seemed to be the wrong option as a sudden wave of dizziness hit him hard, making him almost loose his balance. He blindly tried to grab onto the back of his chair somewhere behind him, but missed and fell on his ass.

"Rick!" Morty and Summer both rushed to his side, Morty's eyes beginning to well up a little from all the stress of the day.

"I'm fine, don't– don't fucking touch me." He said, shaking Summer's hand off his shoulder, which caused another wave of nausea to hit.

"Please eat this." Summer said nervously, voice shaking as she pushed the cereal bar into his left hand, his right one gripping at his hair.

"Summer, I promise you if I eat that shit right now I'm gonna throw the fuck up."

"Please?" Morty pouted, eyes big and teary.

All it took was one look at him, and with only a brief moment of hesitation Rick snatched the cereal bar from Summer, muttering angrily under his breath.

Morty only caught "Me cago en la puta." and "Maldito cabrón." which he more or less understood, more familiar with swear words than any other words in the Spanish language.

Rick peeled away the wrapper slowly with unsteady hands and took a small bite.

Morty and Summer watched in silence, not wanting to discourage him by saying the wrong thing—which with Rick could be anything—as Rick uncomfortably ate the cereal bar.

"There you fucking go." He said weakly, Throwing the now empty wrapper at Summer, but missing as it was too light to travel more than a couple centimetres, landing somewhere by his feet.

"Thank you." Summer almost whispered.

They sat in silence for a while, Morty sniffling and rubbing at his eyes and Summer shuffling a bit closer to him for both of their comfort.

Rick was sitting with his knees losely bent and his head braced in his hands, trying to overcome another hit of nausea.

He wouldn't exactly say he tried super hard to keep the cereal bar down, but it wasn't deliberate when he vomited it down the front of his shirt.

"Oh! Aw jeez..." Morty winced.

"I did warn you."

"In our defense, you had every reason to be lying to us."

"Fuck you, Summer." It sounded weak even to his own ears.

She sighed softly.

"Morty, get his shirt off. Do you have pijamas or do you sleep in jeans and a lab coat?"

"Jeans an-and a lab coat."

"...I was joking, but okay." Summer said, flipping the switch that opened Rick's garage closet and grabbing one of his sets of identical outfits.

Rick squirmed, making noises of complaint as Morty tried to take off his current shirt.

"Rick– stay still, you have vomit on your clothes."

"I'm not fucking two years old, Morty." He scowled. "I can change by myself."

Rick tried to sit up but wobbled and then slumped back against the wall, needing more time to recover. Morty reached for his shirt again and this time Rick let him pull it carefully up over his head without resisting. Morty took the new set of clothes from where Summer had left them on the floor next to him.

Summer wasn't looking but Morty still shielded Rick's body from sight with his own, pointedly not mentioning the raised scars and jagged, angry, red cuts littering his arms which he had already suspected would be there.

Rick shifted uncomfortably, seeming relieved when Morty didn't want to talk about it.

"Okay." Morty said, helping Rick pull on his clean lab coat too.

"I'm going to bed." Rick grumbled, not waiting for him to continue, just getting up slowly.

He felt weak and shaky and his brittle old bones weren't exactly helping out. Despite his thousands of cybernetic implants he was still human, much to his dismay, and he couldn't treat his body as badly as he did when he was 30. Not that that ever seemed to stop him, managing to still maintain the same shitty habits he'd had for years at the ripe age of 67.

He stumbled through the dining room, Morty and Summer trailing after him, not discouraged by the glare he sent their way.

As soon as he reached his room, he slumped onto his bed with a groan.

"R-rick?"

"Fuck off, Morty." He snapped into his pillow, a little muffled by it.

Morty hesitated, exchanging a glance with Summer, who shrugged.

"...Ookay, Rick. Uh, see– see you at dinner, today? maybe?'

"Don't count on it."

Summer frowned, Starting to say something, but Rick interrupted, "I'm gonna apply my room's Lock Protocols in ten seconds, so i-if you're still in here, I'm not letting you out until I'm done sleeping. A-a-and if you're standing in the doorway, you're gonna get fucking squashed in the doors."

"Whatever, Rick, fuck you too." Summer huffed, pulling Morty out of the doorway with her.

"Room, activate Sensory Protocol 2. And t-tell Summer to go fuck herself."

"Sensory Protocol 2 activated." Came the mechanical voice and a heavy metal door snapped shut. "Go fuck yourself, Summer."

Summer scoffed. "Dick." Followed by a sigh. "What are we gonna do?"

"I-I don't know." Morty admitted. "There's not much we can do if Rick won't accept help. And he won't."

"So what? We just give up on him?" Summer asked accusingly, putting her hands on her hips.

"No, Summer, J-jeez. I just– We're gonna have to get creative."

"Fuck."

---

thats it thats the end i didnt know how tf to end this but my goal wasnt to rewrite like the bible idfk it was just to put rick through shit and put completely unfair expectations on summer and mortys shoulders so that they could ALL suffer in this fic !! :3 also this is so mf long i sincerely apologise if u read all that

#i feel like all the few rnm fics ive written are set in the garage im sorry 😭#thats where rick mostly is when hes not out in other dimensions tho ig #also even tho my fics r all rick centric i cant not have my boy morty in them #i just love him too much #also obligatory birdrick mention in the start bcs theyve been on my mind #also in regards to is anyone in this house not disordered let my drop my smith sanchez family disorder hcs >:)#okayyy #so starting off strong with beth: an alcoholic like her father probably anxiety stemming from her abandonment issues and possibly depressio #next up my boy morty: anxiety also and most likely ptsd from all the shit hes experienced ik a lot of ppl hc him as autistic but i dont #possibly adhd dyslexia or dyscalculia tho or all of the above idk #oookay next up jerry: i really spend incredibly little time thinking about jerry so idk im open to hearing hcs abt him tho #wait back to beth: maybe also ocd or smth like that #okay now summer: my girl has a lot of substance abuse issues as we see and fomo but idk if anything else maybe social anxiety or smth #aaand its rick time: alcohol and drug abuse definitely ptsd for sure depression and autism possibly adhd or bpd or both #in this fic he has an ed also so that #paranoia too #and thats it i think #also going back to the topic ofautism tho #i just cannot see it with morty at all like he shows no symptoms?? i dont see them at least idk i could be wrong #i honestly see it more with beth or summer maybe #but idk #also i almost never put the accents when i write in spanish lol but i did so #vey professional of me ik #gotta let rick say cabron properly #alex says shit #rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #summer smith #rick and morty fanfiction

29 notes · View notes

xr0tt3nxfl3shx · 7 months ago

Text

Requested by: @an-theduckin

TW: ⚠️Blood, Cannibalism(?), kidnapping, General spooky icky stuff⚠️

Dear notebook paper,

Im writing this with a crayon today, billy wont let me use markers anymore sense I tried to write a cry for help on the window in hopes cars passing by would see and call the police :o(.

a week ago we did an episode on cooking, at first i was really excited because cooking is fun and i got to wear a chefs hat and everything! But he tricked me, i thought he was being nice for once but he tricked me

Hes always smiling on camera, but not a real smile, he doesnt smile with his eyes when he smiles for the camera. But it was different when he gave me that "cupcake", and when he saw me take a bite, when he saw me realize what i had just done, he really smiled then.

Its been a week and I havent eaten anything sense then. I can still feel it in between my teeth, feel the fleshy texture on my tongue, taste it in the back of my throat, metallic aftertaste and all. Somehow it feels like its

stained my gums, like no matter how much i brush my teeth and tongue and the inside of my cheek and scrub at it all till its scratched up and raw, it'll never go away. i feel repals repulsive and disgusting and extremely sick like throwing up.

im sorry cupcake monster, I didn't mean too. I'm so sorry.

-Mark

P.S. i miss my actual diary.

(Btw everyone else who sent me a request im still gon do those too lol. Ima be real i saw a request for maf and made the ibis paint canvas on sight)

#ashur gharavi #maf #mark and friends #tw blood #blood #tw cannibalism #tw kidnapping #kidnapping #Cannibalism #💉requests💉#Spotify #💉my art💉

24 notes · View notes

fidgets-dismay · 2 years ago

Text

lil comic!

sorry ive been gone for like…generations… my mental health just fell off 😭💀

and sorry again about the ART STYLE CHANGES

I hc that sometimes Mr Plant forgets his boyfriend is like really short and gets scared when he can’t find him. I just think hes a huge softie when it comes to Argos, I think hes afraid of loosing him in a way. I think they both are. And Mr Plant DEFINITELY plays those cat ipad games, Argos got him into it so he couldn’t fidget (oh look! Its my name fr fr) as much and make his hands red/numb.

honestly if Argos asked Mr Plant to find the rarest gold, he’d probably do so. In like, 30 minutes too.

ignore the countless errors, its 3AM.

bonus doodle!!!

I would link my a03 but i havent writtin anything new with these two in weeks. Im on spring break rn and ive done pretty much nothing and Im still not ready for it to end 💔

i ammmmm sooooo drainedddd, honor roll three quarters for whattttt??? Piece of paper and a handshake????

#mr plant #twomrp #the world of mr plant #mr plant x argos #real #twomp #ashurgharavi #argos my beloved #the sillies!!!#meows at you #looks at you with my devious eyes #kitty #fidget draws stuff

120 notes · View notes

yveltalreal · 9 months ago

Text

absol are so silly to me and i love them so much and augh. its so sad that so many people still think they’re the cause of disaster since theh often show up before or after one and most absol are more,,, observers than anything so they tend to watch instead of help. plus since theyre so good at mimicking other pokemons cries and stuff sincw its how they attract prey, they also scream VERY HUMAN-LIKE when warning of danger since most absol figure out a human scream is the best way to get a persons attention.

pokedexes, absol and dark type in general trainers, and various ranger groups have done so much for absol but theres just so many people wjo live in small superstitious towns, or places where absol arent native to tjat only see ansol during crisis, or elderly people who grew up before we knew better, or just kids who are too afraid to get close enough to scan an absol with their pokedex.

doesnt help that their population has dwindled quite a bit because of the misconception, meaning people just. dont see absol as often anymore even where they’re native. absol on average live around 100 years or so but they can live for more if cared for!!! their average wild life span is brought down significantly by the amount that end up injured or killed when theyre little because they havent honed their disaster sense or those that know of the danger that will befall them but dont know how to avoid it or those that CANT sense danger in regards to themself.

thats a thing btw every absol senses and reacts to danger differently. they also all consider different things a disaster. some will consider their paper stubbing their toe a world ending disaster and others will not scream at anything less than a fucking tornado. it depends.

also absolutely are mostly solitary but its not uncommon for absol mothers to form like small groups with their kids for about a year or two where older kids stay with her and help raise her new litter before going off on their own. absol will have like 2-3 litters like this before letting all the kids go and then they tend to stop for a few years as like a break and depending on the absol will start this again. absol wont always do this some absol are more comfortable having litters without the previous litter still around or cant do this die to outside issues.

anyways absol so silly to me yippe.

#pkmn irl #from m #pokeblogging #rotomblr #//i have so many absol hcs yay

28 notes · View notes

kindred-spirit-93 · 3 months ago

Note

when you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! then, send to your last ten people in your notifs (anonymously). you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity.

hello! currently overwhelmed with work, and seeing this in my inbox made me smile, so thank you very much :D

quite generic (or maybe not?) but my faith! my hijab among other things gives me peace of mind and in this day and age its quite a commodity. i have plenty to work on of course and much room for improvement, but overall its my first line of defense ^-^

my platonic soulmate <3 love her to death and cant wait to see her again soon hopefully (long distancing sucks my dudes) and my family, immediate and extended.

been stress eating quite a bunch, could absolutely go for several blueberry cheesecakes or cry into bowl of pasta and pesto lol. mm pizza..

fun fact: the reason people associate comfort with food and seek it in times of stress is because it mimics the body's 'rest and digest' response that redirects blood flow to the digestive system (among other things) as part of calming down.

my current hyperfixations and obsessions if im being honest. theyre my main source of the happy chemicals (and sometimes the less than happy ones lol). also, ive recently taken up embroidery! havent done anything yet but i look forward to it :)

sometimes its the small things that take my hand and tell me theres still much to life worth living: the sky just before a sunset, the birbs at my windowsill, a breeze that makes the paper bunting of ramadan lanterns still hanging crinkle slightly. stopping to smell the roses really.

#not me immediately forgetting everything to ever exist XD #honourable mentions:#food and sleep my beloveds #my committee of plushies and stuffed toys. i love yall #childhood memories and things that take me back to happier times #be it comfort foods nostalgic movies a random smell or sound #seeing others happy makes my heart warm and fuzzy. gross #(joking)#food and sleep yet again #i cant believe i forgot to add learning #i live for the pursuit of knowledge but med schools making me regret my life choices lol #i love my family but at certain doses #my extrovert face clocks out within an hour lol #sometimes all i need is to be one with the furniture u feel me?#asks #anon #answered

13 notes · View notes

mspaintbrush · 6 months ago

Text

Reinhardt Thoughts

• He doesnt just LIKE Currywurst, he LIVES Currywurst

• Will try every Currywurst he sees, jotting down criteria and rankings on a rugged piece of paper

• "This isnt even a REAL Currywurst!!" *proceeds to explain in excruciating detail what the ideal Currywurst is*

• Nobody has the heart to cut him off (and you couldnt if you tried, he is done when he is done)

• Im getting really tired of writing Currywurst so we'll end it there but you get the gist

• Is canonically from the Schwarzwald, which is full of Swabians and also has some lines with swabian dialect in the german dub

• I cant understand swabians at all though so in my headcanon he speaks normal german aka "Hochdeutsch"

• At least until he gets angry, then he switches to swabian

• Because if you thought german insults are one of a kind already, you havent heard what an upset Swabian sounds like

• An excerpt: "Ärschlesschlubbfr", "Sauhond", "Rotzaff" or "Arschbaggagsichd"

• Swabian culture includes a lot of special dishes with all kinds of meat, so he isn't picky about eating intestines or other unusual parts

• Generally not a picky eater, but needs meat on his plate

• Likes to eat often and a lot, still in the mindset to fuel his 30yo giant body even though he is much older now and needs less calories (but some more padding never hurt anyone)

• German dad cook; aka scrambled eggs, spaghetti with premade sauce and boiled potatos with quark

• He did inherit a giant traditional cookbook from his grandmother and begs the more experienced cooks around the base to help him prepare a goulash or svabian raviolis (i just looked it up and cant believe thats the english translation)

• Mercy, Mei and Brig try really hard to cook healthy vegetarian dishes, but Reinhardt can and will pull out a sausage from anywhere to put into his food (he gets em imported from home to assure the best quality)

• Adding an extra note here just to mention asparagus. I kid you not as soon as the first asparagus is barely grown the germans rip it out of the dirt and dont eat anything else for a month - asparagus for breakfast, lunch and dinner

• Reinhardt will not be an exception to that, as well as Mercy

• "Das einzig gute Bier ist Schwarzbier!" ('The only good beer is dark beer!')

• Brig and Mercy keep a close look on his alcohol intake, but he is allowed a "Feierabendbier" on the weekend

• Usually combines that with watching football/soccer on the couch

• Lucio joins him, even though he doesnt really understand the german commentators

• The living room fills up quickly with people who dont care about the game and just enjoy the company/some alcohol together (only bap and cass really drink as well, lets be real)

• Often found in the living room watching german quizshows or crime thrillers (there are so many you have no idea)

• Every sunday evening there is a new "Tatort" (cult classic german crime thriller since 1971), and woe betide you if you dare occupy the TV around that time

• He complains every single time how bad and repetitive they are but continues to watch of course

• Watching a Tatort is an event for family bonding time, so Brig has been joining him since they started traveling together

• Cassidy is amused by the bad writing and Mercy is familiar with the tradition, so the couch is full every sunday

• If not watching TV he is working on his Crusader Armor

• If it doesnt need repairs it needs to be polished and if it doesnt need to be polished it needs to be upgraded and if it doesnt need upgrades it needs to be repaired

• How to keep three people at the base constantly busy (Monkeys and swedish squires hate this trick)

• Because not all parts of his armor need to be changed or repaired simultaneously it tends to be scattered around the base during off-mission time

• Sometimes they are lying on the couch, sometimes in the hallway, all times inconveniently placed

• It drives Pharah mad but they are incredibly heavy and she cant always remove them herself

• So the only ones being able to effectively carry these parts from room to room are Winston, Zarya and Reinhardt himself (Zarya secretly loves it when people ask her to get the shoulder pad off the kitchen counter again) (its a good work out)

• Even though Reinhardt is creative with his armor placement he still seems to know exactly where each piece is and can quickly assemble it if needed

• Can drive a car

• Do not let him drive your car

• He is way to tall to ride comfortably and just sits there hunched over so his head doesnt hit the roof at every bump

• His driving style is... unsteady. Drives relaxed and slow on one road, going way over the speed limit on others, stopping way too early or way too late, sometimes rough, sometimes so careful as if there was a baby sleeping in the back

• At the same time road rages at others (the self-driving cars cannot figure out what the hell he is doing and react very confused)

• I figure most cars are already self-driving in the overwatch universe, but Reinhardt is definitely one of those people to still own an old model that doesnt have this yet (and refuses to get it upgraded)

• Dog person

• Grew up with at least two big family dogs and knows how to handle them

• Will inform you if he considers your dog poorly trained/socialized

• Murphy used to be his highlight of the day when Sojourn brought him to work

• Now there arent any dogs at the base anymore and he'd love to adopt one, but knows he couldnt properly give it all the care it deserves because of his job

• There IS a cat at the base now though (Brig brought Mitzi to Gibraltar in my head)

• Mitzi has known Reinhardt ever since she got adopted

• Do you know that saying "a cat always finds the one non-cat-person in a room" that person is Reinhardt

• Whenever Mitzi is not chasing Ganyemede, eating things she shouldn't or climbing around on delicate lab equipment in Winston's workshop, she is bothering Reinhardt

• Sleeping in his armor while he is trying to polish it, jumping on his lap during Tatort time (and immediately being lifted off again), stealing the salami off his sandwich when he isnt looking - Rhein will not know peace while others desperately try to catch Mitzi's attention

• There is nothing he can do besides moving the cat or shoo-ing her off for a while (knowing she is waiting behind the corner until he lets down his guard)

• Brig thinks this is incredibly cute and has a hard time keeping a straight face while Reinhardt complains to her

• Did you know that cats can be trained like dogs? Cool right?

• Rein eventually figures that out as well. And since Mitzi is very food-oriented, I think she would be easy enough to work with.

• He does it in secret first, but when Brig finds out she makes them both perform in front of the whole team

• Reinhardt starts boasting about it after that and the human-cat relationship increases steadily

• Loud sneezer, regularily-gives-Brig-heartattacks-loud

• You can hear them across the whole base

• Birkenstocks, Socks in Sandals you know it

• A good german dad runs around at home only with a shirt and his undies

• But in Gibraltar Reinhardt cant do that so instead he settled with a tank-top and gym shorts

• Forces Brig to use extensive amount of sunscreen but insists he doesnt need any for himself

• Therefore always sunburnt in summer

• Used to work-out but has toned it down a bit lately, instead using the Gym to do stretching and mobility-exercises with Mercy (only half-voluntarily), being joined by Mei, Genji and Echo (the latter more for emotional support)

• There is a big shelf full of giant heat pads for Grandpa at the gym

• Dont tell anyone but sometimes Cass and Mercy use them as well

• Lucio steals one for his hammock so he doesnt freeze during winter

• You bet Mitzi loves to sleep on them whenever they are in use

• Used to play soccer semi-seriously in his younger days

• If you ask him to play he gets up, rolls his shoulders, cracks his knuckles and says "You aren't ready for this" while taking out the most rugged soccer ball you have ever seen

• He isnt really in shape to run very fast or long anymore but whenever he shoots everyone leaps away to safety

• Lucio still really enjoys playing with him (he didnt really get the chance to do a lot of dad-activities in his youth)

#can you tell I had a lot to say #you will never guess where I'm from #anyway there might be a part two #paints thoughts #reinhardt wilhelm #overwatch #reinhardt overwatch

11 notes · View notes

lesbiangiratina · 7 months ago

Note

i don't know if you do fanfic recommendations (or recommendations in general) but if you have the time, i would have a strong feeling that you would love triptych_triptych_triptych's Testament's 35 Hobbies (link is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41827533/chapters/104947815). it does so many characters in the insane world of GG justice, and their characterization of Testament is 1/4 the reason i love them so much (not as much as you, of course). trust me when i say this series is beyond stellar, and has (takes out a impossibly large paper with "hip zoomer slang" written sloppily across it) re-wired my fucking brain chemistry.

Ohhh yeah ive read this and their other testament works esp when i first got into gg, i like their characterization of them a lot! Pretty accurate to me and im picky when it comes to this. They havent updated or done anything with them in a while i hope they come back…

#not much testament fic out there ive gone to some strange places to sate my curiosity #theres a like. 120k word ky/testament fic on ff.net from 2004 that has some of the best testament characterization ive seen.#not that theres a LOT of competition.#at least for eng stuff. theres a good amount of stuff on pixiv. ive gone through some jp message boards. i own some printed stuff.#i love to research. wish i didnt have to rely on machine translation so much. but theres interesting stuff out there too #yay.#but um yeah recommendations are awesome it might just be hard to find something i havent seen lol #asks

7 notes · View notes

aropride · 11 months ago

Note

Where do you get most of your autism info?

oo good question,, tbh a lot of stuff i just know cuz my both my brothers are diagnosed + my best friend growing up has it, so a lot of stuff i just kinda absorbed over the years from my family + friends. usually with factchecking that stuff i just google it and scan a couple sites that look trustworthy to see if it's something that seems widely agreed on or not before i say it conclusively

for specific online sources, i know the autism self advocacy network has a lot of good info, and embrace autism is also good. also spectrumnews.org and autistic women and nonbinary network <- these r all as far as i know but also i havent done like, a full background check on all of them so i might be incorrect

i think the main thing is double checking anything from social media or any article/news story/whatever with big red flags- it definitely varies and most of these things arent like, 100% indicators that something is wrong, more that the source might be biased or ableist or just outdated. but for me big red flags are -> allistic writer/speaker insisting on person-first language (tho thats still very common in psych spaces unfortunately), calling autism a "disease"/"epidemic" or saying it needs to be cured, the puzzle piece logo and "light it up blue" (red instead is the alternative movement for that, it's for autism Acceptance rather than awareness which is the movement with weird ableist undertones (overtones?)), that sort of thing. also checking for things written by autistic people or with imput from autistic people

also academic papers can be super dense (and somewhat ableist tbh) but they also have good information sometimes, so again just checking and seeing if there's other sources for stuff & if those look reputable

+ id say just in general be especially careful with stuff on social media bc ppl will Lie or misinterpret stuff or misremember or whatever and misinformation gets spread very very quickly . but also community is nice & can be incredibly helpful so it's difficult to completely disavow it yknow .

but yeah a lot of stuff ive learned from my family & friends over the years, and dont have super good specific sources for learning that sort of thing other than just hanging out with autistic people and absorbing stuff via osmosis HAHA but i hope some of that helps :}

#ask #impossibleraysykes #for me i already knew a lot of like factual(? diagnostic..? not sure the right word) stuff abt autism bc of my brothers #but it was really talking to autistic friends abt their experiences + watching autistic youtubers and stuff that helped me realize like #OH i DO show these symptoms too they just present differently for me. + work through the emotional + community aspect #but i had a somewhat solid understanding of autism (at least in young white boys lol) so my bullshit radar was like. fairly well developed #by then already + online autism spaces were a lot less misinformation-flooded* so i wasnt just jumping into the thick of it and trying to #sort thru it thank GOD. tho im sure ive definitely internalized some stuff that is just straight up wrong over the years so i try and doubl #check just in case 😭BUT YEAH i hope that helps!!#(*this was in like 2018 idky im talking abt it like it was ages ago lmao. pre-tiktok was a different era tho tbf)

9 notes · View notes

taurus-spacecraft · 7 months ago

Note

i saw you reblogged something about learning random facts and in the tags you mentioned andy warhol? could you please tell me a few things about him? :0 i'm studying him for my art GCSEs lol

YESS

(just note that i dont know all cool facts ab him just the general image for now)

WELL OKAY he was born 1928 and his parents were Austria-Hungary immigrats, hes mum was byzantine catholic and so was he for all his life he went to church almost every Sunday AND HE MEET JOHN PAUL II AND GAVE AUTOGRAPHS TO NUNS WHO WERE THERE

He started as a commercial illustrator theres a video showing technics he used for that , in the late 50s he started painting because he wanted his works to be shown in galleries and he did hes Campbell soup paintings, exhibited them in 1962 and that pretty much made him more known:DThe same year he bought a house and on the 5th floor created the factory decorated all in sliver paint and tin foil. It was relocated a few times but this one is the most famous. I belive most of his polaroids of celebrities were taken there but might be wrong lol. He was super obsessed with celebrities and fame which started when he was a kid and had to stay home for weeks after falling sick with sydenham chorea(it also made his skin and hair lose pigment for the rest of his life) and was collecting photos of celebs and writing to them

In 1968 he was shot by a radical feminist bc she didnt star in one of his films but he made it out alive, he was less social after that and became scared of hospitals. He kept making art, im his signature silk screen printing technic but belived he havent done anything good since the attack:( Also the woman who shot him ended up in a mental hospital, got out and has wrote him letters with pears.

He died basically because of his fear of hospitals he was moving his gallbladder surgery to the point when he actually did it it was very dangerous (and the fact that he was shot beafore and almost died didnt make it easier) he died because of complications after sugery but he did wake up! and made a call, then he suffocate i think

He stored things in boxes. I mean a lot of things. In a lot of boxes. They are called time capsules and im pretty sure they opened all of them, they included toe nails, old food, papers etc really ranodm thngs but his assignment whe help him to make the boxes said he knew exactly where he wanted to put what. So not random after all.

He was also openly gay beafore the gay liberation(he once submitted a series of man nudes to an exhibition but they rejected them and wanted to make a book, named cockbook. No comment needed on that), lived with his mom until he was 42, she moved in with him in NYC when he bought the house i mentioned earlier amd they had 20 cats all named Sam very important information. And he wore wigs, made in italy i think bc we went bald too quickly, he didnt style tehm and once a girl took his wig of and he wrote in his diary that we wanted to push her of balcony for that, i was surprised i was sure it was real hair lol

I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY NOW I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY MONOLOGUE

#i tried to not make it long but failed #i can do more but later #andy warhol

3 notes · View notes

bridgyrose · 1 year ago

Note

More "A Schnee to Love?"

(You ask and you shall receive)

Weiss walked over to Ruby, leaning against the balcony railing next to her. “You do know its warmer inside than it is out here, right?”

“I do,” Ruby answered quietly as she looked out over the city of Atlas. “But its easier to think when I’m out here.”

“And what do you have to think about right now?”

“What isnt there to think about? There’s someone out there impersonating me, I have a hearing in a couple days with General Ironwood to get my license reinstated, Ozpin has been giving me missions that havent exactly been clear cut on what I”m supposed to be doing, Yang’s been avoiding everyone while searching for her mom… and now I’m feeling… lost.”

Weiss sighed and leaned against Ruby. “Maybe its time to rest and put huntressing aside for now. Settle down, put everything to the side-”

“And let someone continue to impersonate me and cause even more trouble?” Ruby pulled away from Weiss and started to pace around the balcony. “I cant sit down and let that happen. Not that I can do anything anyway right now while I have to wait to get my license back. This is who I am, what I’ve wanted to do. I’m a huntress and I need to be out there helping others!”

Weiss watched Ruby pace around, the small smile she had dropping as she listened to her old partner. “So you’re what, going to worry about all of this while you cant do anything? What’s the point in that?”

“What else did you expect me to do?!” Ruby yelled out, stopping in her tracks. “When I went to Beacon, it was to be a huntress and nothing else! What did you think I was going to do? Become a huntress and then go off and run a business like you did? Hunt down answers from mom like Yang? I just want to help people!”

Weiss turned to look over Atlas again, her grip tightening around the railing. “You make it sound like running the SDC was my choice. This was something that was chosen for me, something I dont have a choice in. I want to be a huntress, bring honor back to my family name the right way. The way my grandfather would’ve wanted. But instead, I’m trying to change the direction my father took things, trying to undo the damage that’s been done. Its not like I wanted to stop. If anything, I wanted to travel around with you and Blake.”

“Oh. I… I didnt know.”

“I know you didnt.” Weiss looked over to Ruby with a sad smile. “I wanted to continue to be the best partner you had, and then I was pulled away a year after we graduated.”

Ruby sighed and made her way back to the railing, quietly tapping it. “Why didnt you say something? Blake and I would’ve tried to help you.”

Weiss turned around and leaned against the railing, letting out a heavy sigh. “Father died and I was overwhelmed with responsibility. There were papers that had to be signed, decisions had to be made, dust orders had to be filled… I didnt have time until recently to finally reach out to you. If I had known Yang was going to rush off after I left, I would’ve tried to go after her.”

Ruby nodded. “I would’ve too, but Ozpin… Ozpin wanted Blake and I to check out some grimm activity. And once we got back, that’s when we heard about the imposter. I still dont know why anyone would want to impersonate me.”

“Because people trust you.” Weiss motioned for Ruby to follow her back inside, slowly opening the door for her. “I’ve heard about your endeavors, the people you’ve saved from grimm, the people you’ve helped on the streets. You’re a beacon of hope to people, not just in Vale but down in Mantle too. You’ve become the hero that you wanted to be.”

“And its still not enough.”

“It’ll never be enough.” Weiss closed the door after Ruby came in. She grabbed the wine she had offered to Ruby before, offering it once more to her. “No matter what you do, you’ll always be in an endless loop of helping others. Its not a bad thing, but all I’m asking is for you to relax and to rest.”

Ruby carefully took the wine glass and sat down. “Relax, huh? Doesnt sound like me.”

“Trust me when I say you could use it.” Weiss motioned to Blake sleeping on the couch with a smile. “Even Blake needed some rest.”

“You’re right.”

Weiss smiled as she watched Ruby take a sip from the wine glass, gently raising her own to her lips. All she had to do was wait just a few more seconds for the serum in the wine to kick in, and then Ruby would be hers. Once she saw Ruby stumble as she got up, she put her glass down. “Everything okay?”

“I… I guess I’m a bit more tired than I thought,” Ruby said as she dropped back onto the couch, spilling wine over her shirt. “That’s… that’s going to stain…”

“Its a good thing you wear a lot of red and black.” Weiss slowly got up and walked over to Ruby, giving her a small kiss. “Now rest, my love. I’ll take care of the wine you spilled.”

“But I’m… I’m not… your love…” Ruby’s words started to slur together as she drifted to sleep, leaning against the arm of the couch.

Weiss gently stroked Ruby’s hair, pulling away once she was sure Ruby was asleep. “Once you wake up, you will be.”

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #weiss schnee #drabbles #a schnee to love #a schnee to love au #nothing like a little love potion to help get things moving #rwby newspaper #ruby x weiss x blake

8 notes · View notes

kurtsascot · 1 year ago

Note

hiii. for the writer asks: 25, 29, 69

hi!!! thank you wtf

25.) What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

writing. i only do a vague storyboard or come up with a concept, and then i jump right into writing, so i really dont storyboard/have detailed brainstorming time. though i will say, editing can be aggravating but its soooo satisfying when you get to the final product that you love. its such a wave a relief.

29.) What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

oooh thats a good one. really simple, but im proud of completing things! i tend to leave project in my day to day life unfinished bc i get distracted. especially when you are like 90% done and you know how it ends- i find writing that last 10% so hard- like, its done in my mind why isnt it done on paper 😔

69.) What are your favorite fics at the moment?

i havent been reading much- i don’t generally read while i write bc i unfortunately compare what i create to other peoples work in an unhealthy way. anything thats bookmarked on my ao3 profile are my favorites!!

(i have like 100 fics on my toread list its honestly a problem…. hoping to break into that once my wip is done)

#personal #asks #jazziergin #thank u!!!!

3 notes · View notes

xrosevoidx · 2 years ago

Note

i am bound by the ask chain to pass the curse (affectionate) along. once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, and then send it to ten of your favorite followers <3

AHHH OKOKOK

bro my brains a fuckin endless fountain of ideas like. give me a pen and paper and some random word and ill have the sickest fuckin mind map done with at LEAST one idea that fuckin slays

i always try to listen when ppl are venting or even just telling me about their day in general, obv im not a professional and im not great at giving advice but i try to be as supportive as i can

i did fuckin music??? its mad like i havent touched a daw in a good 3 years but sometimes i go back and listen to songs i made and its just. i cant believe i made this. its so wild like. thats a song i made out of nothing. wtf.

my heart is big and full of love for literally anything and everything. god bless god bless

ive come so far in the last year in terms of healing from trauma and being a confident self assured person and im super proud of myself !!

#op #ask #dkhdjdhdjshdksh did i do this right??#it feels weird to be so. mushy especially about myself lmao but whatever its my blog #THANK U PRIM!

3 notes · View notes

yourbuerokrat2 · 2 years ago

Note

havent stopped thinking about q's biggest relationship problem being strafleet/people who care about picard. like on one hand its gotta be frustrating for q but worse for picard bc these are the people he trusts and sure picard is usually sure of his choices and sticks to his guns but people whos opinion you value doubting you and being concerned has got to take its toll. and that would def cause friction in their relationship w/ q's only option would really be to make nice w picards friends and that would just be. a disaster. but it would also be really funny and kinda like a scott pilgrim situation where instead of battling exes hes gotta prove he has good intentions. first opponent starfleet, then picards main crew, and finally guinan.

I think if Picard started something with Q after ST:TNG the reactions would not be that negative or sceptical because there is evidence that Q actually cares about Picard (saved his life twice) and that he also lends a helping hand in The Trial.

But anything before Tapestry? Especially after Amanda, where the TNG crew has become aware that Qs can cause someone to become attractad/fall in love with them and that apparently to Q it was not much of a big deal? After all, Data could point out in his usual neutral way, all Q would have to do is increase a few of Picards hormones when he is around like testosterone, dopamine, norepinephrine, serotonin, oxytocin and vasopressin. Something everyone who is aware of what Q is would be done with a snap of his fingers.

And even though this is an interesting dark scenario, I don't see Q doing something like this.

But can you blame others thinking that Q might do that?

So, this is something I like thinking about as well, so there is quite a rant:

Imagine you are a higher up in Starfleet, more of a pencil-pusher but you are stil respected and have a good amount of power. And then you hear the rumors. That the entity known as Q, the one whose file you have only briefly read through on one occassion after you had been informed about The Trial Humanity was seemingly put on by the Q Continuum. And let's be honest, especially on paper reading that someone who could possibly be put on death-row has started a relationship, and a romantic one at that, with the very Judge of the Trial and on whose opinion not only that persons but also most everyone that person values life depends on, doesn't sound exactly healthy, does it? Add to that Q being the one who introduced the Enterprise to the Borg (and I highly doubt a lot of people agree that Q had wanted to 'help' them in some way and there is also the bad sidetaste that Q throwing the Enterprise at the Borg and then snapping them back was what had caused the Borg Collective to get interested in Picard and you can't deny that (whatever his intentions may have been) Q is at least partially responsible for Locutus), reading a file about how Q had put some of Picards crew in a game with Death Penalty Boxes... and you get what I am saying.

Janeway and Sisko are well.. Janeway and Sisko. But I can actually see some in Starfleet recognizing and treating Q for the very real threat that he is especially if they never met Q and have a lot more safer jobs/positions.

Add to that having actually met Captain Jean-Luc Picard a few times via video meetings or in personal. A bit awkward if you try to make small talk and talk about personal lifes but generally very professional, has a bit of a proverbial stick up his arse and not exactly someone you can even imagine would so much as willingly be in the same room as someone who could very much consider blowing up a solar system as something fun.

With the crew, there would be a bit of a nuance considering most of them actually met Q. Again, the earlier in TNG the more questionable this relationship looks.

Riker: Riker at one point seemed more amused by Qs presence than anything. But then again, he was the one who had suddenly fallen in love/become attracted to Amanda not entirely out of his own accord, which would make him at least just a tad bit suspicious of the Captain telling him about having started something with Q. Also Riker is a bit of a mother hen when it comes to Picard and with Q he can't do anything to help his captain if something goes wrong. Q decides he wants to kidnapp Picard to somewhere more 'fun' or just doesn't want to 'share' Picard with his crew anymore? Well, the Captain is now gone and the Enterprise will never be able to contact him or find him again. Remember the Shuttle Craft scene?

Worf: Worf hates Q. Q in Worfs eyes is incredibly dishonourable and if it's after Deja Q in Worfs opinion they should have killed him when they had the chance. He would totally belief that Q brain/hormonedwashed or in some other form manipulated the Captain into this. Whatever Qs intentions with the Captain are Worf doesn't think they are good. Probably something despicable.

Beverly: Own personal, difficult feelings aside, when she pictures Jean-Luc with anyone besides herself it's usually someone.. a lot nicer. And kinder. less of a nuissance and a potential threat. And someone who would not have turned her into a dog. Her opinion of Q is not as bad as Worfs, but she probably doesn't see Q as someone capable of wanting a serious romantic relationship and uses her close friend more as a distraction/toy than anything. In her mind, Q is probably one hell of a selfish partner and considering her differences with Q because of Amanda probably would think that Q did at least something to the Captain.

Geordi: Well, Q did not exactly do a great impression on him the time he was a human, but Geordi has made friends with people he had been told were evil and his enemy. And he finds it somehow difficult to believe that someone who gave Data the ability to laugh is truelly evil. But he can't disagree that the Captains, to them, sudden feelings for Q are suspicious and that he thought that Captain Picard would ever go for someone who like Q personality wise. And godlike-entity-who-could-destroy-their-warp-core-with-a-snap-of-his-finger-wise.

Data: Data is more fascinated by this, not really understanding due to to the vast differences in species and previous recorded and documented meetings between Picard and Q he had made the conclusion that Q must at must be as fond of the Captain as one would be of a pet at most. So this was a rather interesting development. He trusts the Captain but Data is also aware of the possiblities Qs power might bring. Nevertheless (provided this is after Deja Q) from his own previous interactions with Q he can't see the entity actually do something bad or badly intentioned regarding them or their Captain.

Deanna: Hard to tell. If it's after Déja Q she had felt Qs emotions that time on the Bridge. And besides the terror she had felt quite a few different emotions coming the entity and so she could be very much aware of Qs 'interest' in the Captain. Wether she thinks that Q would have bad intentions (or perhaps better to say good intentions that due to the incredibly different nature of beings between Q and Picard could result into bad actions) or if he would go as far as manipulating Picards biology is debatable.

Guinan: She and Q must have had beef. And if you remember how Q was in the beginning of TNG and how careless he treated other peoples lifes, again the game and turned Tasha into ice and generally didn't seem to care about anything I can see a Q before Star Trek acting quite.. unfavourably towards other species. We never find out why Q2 complains how he regularly has to apologize because of things Q did and what Q did to the Calamarians. Her overall opinion of Q is pretty low. And she cares about Picard a lot.

Would you want your best friend to be with someone who you have heard and have seen treat others like toys and who seems indifferent at best towards the pain and suffering of others? To be in a relationship where the power dynamic is so utterly in the favour of someone you think to be quite dangerous and untrustworthy?

#Now that we got the perspectives of 'why Starfleet and Picards friends think this relationship is not good for Picard' covered I am going #to write about your 'Q having to convince them he actually means well with Picard #scenario #seperatly

6 notes · View notes