#i'm too lazy to make these level out properly

[pibsboots]

I've always had chronic fatigue. I remember being twelve, and an adult mentioned how I couldn't possibly know how tired they felt because adulthood brought levels of exhaustion I couldn't imagine. I thought about that for days in fear, because I couldn't remember the last time I didn't feel tired.

Eventually I came to terms with the fact that I was just tired, and I couldn't do as many things as everyone else. People called me lazy, and I knew that wasn't true, but there's only so many times you can say "I'm tired" before people think it's an excuse. I don't blame them. When a teenager does 20 hours of extracurriculars every week and only says "I'm too tired" when you ask them to do the dishes, it's natural to think it's an excuse. At some point, I started to think the same thing.

It didn't matter that I could barely sit up. It was probably all in my head, and if I really wanted to, I could do it.

When I learned the name for it, chronic fatigue, I thought wow, people that have that must be miserable, because I am always tired and I cannot imagine what it would feel like if it were worse.

Spoiler alert, if you've been tired for a decade, it's probably chronic fatigue.

Once I figured that out though, I thought of my energy as the same as everyone else's, just smaller in quantity. And that might be true for some people, but I've figured out recently that it absolutely isn't true for me.

I used to be like wow I have so much energy today I can do this whole list for sure! And then I'd do the dishes and have to lay down for 2 hours. Then I'd think I must gave misjudged that, I didn't have as much energy as I thought.

But the thing is - I did have enough energy for more tasks, I just didn't go about them properly.

With chronic fatigue, your maximum energy is obviously much smaller than the average person's. Doing the dishes for you might use up the same percentage of energy that it takes to do all the daily chores for someone else.

If someone without chronic fatigue was to do all the daily chores, they would take breaks. Because otherwise, they're sprinting a marathon for no reason and it would take way more energy than necessary. We have to do the same.

Put the cups in the dishwasher, take a break. Put the bowls in, take a break. So on and so forth. This may mean taking breaks every 2-5 minutes but afterwards, you get to not feel like you've run a marathon while carrying 4 people on your back.

Today, I had a moderate amount of energy. Under my old system of go till you drop, I probably could have done most of the dishes and wiped off the counter and then been dead to the world for the rest of the day.

Under the new system, I scooped litter boxes, cleaned out the fridge, took the trash out, cleaned the stove, and wiped off the counter and did all the dishes. And after all that, I still had it in me to make a simple dinner, unload the dishwasher, and tidy the kitchen.

It was complete and utter insanity. Just because I sat down whenever I felt myself getting more tired than I already was.

All this to say, take fucking breaks. It's time to unlearn the ceaseless productivity bullshit that capitalism has shoved down our throats. Its actively counterproductive. Just sit down. Drink some water. Rest your body when it needs to rest.

There will still be days where there is nothing to do but rest, and days where half a load of dishes is absolutely the most I can do. But this method has really helped me minimize those, which is so incredibly relieving.

[dairsmuids]

A Deadly Performance

A Haytham Kenway x Reader smut fic (named for the mission it's set after, because I'm lazy at coming up with titles)

Dedicated to @anli-rambles my beloved, because I love you endlessly, and my life is better for having you in it. (shut up I can be as sappy as I want this is my fic <3) Thank you for being the first person to read this, because your praise actually hyped me up enough to want to post it lol

Tagging: @bloodfathers @sangheilihoes @ladysaturnsdust @amefuyuu @wyyvernn @memoriesofafallen @heiress-prime

Haytham's cape billows behind him as he strolls out of the opera house doors, seemingly unbothered by the cacophony taking place behind him. He walks with his usual air of cold confidence, greeting you with just the briefest hint of a side smile as Holden opens the carriage door to let him in.

"And how was the opera?"

"Rather dull, truth be told," comes Haytham's deliberately-flat response. You can't help but giggle into your palm at that — you know full well, of course, why he'd come here and what he'd done — but Haytham is far too busy inspecting the amulet in his hand to react to, or even notice, your amusement. He seems utterly bewildered by the fruits of his labour as he twirls the unusual item between his fingers.

"Shall we be off, then?" asks Holden.

"Aye, to Fleet and Bride."

"By your command."

As the carriage begins to move off, the hollow sound of the horses' hooves ringing out against the ground, you lean into Haytham's side, to which the Templar finally acknowledges you properly with a soft kiss to the side of your head.

"Missed you," you murmur, "Holden's been beguiling me with tales all evening in your absence."

Haytham just hums a noncommittal response, clearly still distracted by the amulet in his hand. You reach for it curiously, but he moves it away with a playful air as he finally makes eye contact with you.

"So, this is what Master Birch has been foaming at the mouth about," you say, leaning in to take a closer look.

Haytham gives a subtle raise of his eyebrows as his steel-blue eyes find the amulet once more. "His utterly inane preoccupation with this... this... prattle evades any level of understanding I've had of him over the years," he says, and you can tell by the tinge of frustration in his voice that there's something going on there, something deeper than he's letting on, but you don't press the matter. Even if you did, you knew Haytham likely wouldn't wish to speak about it.

Wanting to be a place of solace for his very obvious disgruntlement you reach over to plant a kiss against Haytham's cheek, your lips lingering upon his skin for a moment or two, before placing your hand gently upon his knee, stroking your thumb idly against the clothed skin. Haytham doesn't respond at first, his entire focus still on the amulet, but then you glide your hand all the way up his thigh, squeezing gently as your fingertips brush his crotch, and his body language stiffens up ever so slightly.

"What are you doing, my dear?" he asks, gazing at you now, with an arch of one single perfectly-groomed brow. There's the tiniest hint of a smirk flickering upon his lips.

You flash him a grin. "You just seem a little... tense, is all. I thought perhaps I could help with that."

"Is that so?"

"It is so," you tell him, and you lean in to press your lips against his, his hand trailing up the back of your neck as the two of you begin to kiss in long, slow, perfectly in-sync strokes.

You give his thigh another light squeeze as you pull away from the kiss, tracing your fingertips up and down, glancing downward to notice the way there's now a very obvious bulge at the front of his breeches, "May I be allowed to… help you with that, sir?"

At first you wonder if perhaps Haytham is against the idea of you doing something so wanton to him in a semi-public setting, but his hooded gaze and the way he suddenly leans in for another quick peck on the lips tells you all you need to know. "You may," he replies, and then his warm lips are against the shell of your ear, his voice a harsh growl as he speaks again: "Discreetly, or there'll be trouble."

And so you do as he commands. Haytham's eyes drift closed as your hand slips upwards and into his breeches. A small, restrained groan falls from his parted lips, his fist tightening around the amulet in his palm.

"You're utterly insatiable, you know," comes the Templar's voice, low and raspy, as he opens his eyes to regard you again, his intense gaze fixed upon the side of your face. You swipe your thumb over the head of his cock and he immediately responds, sucking air through his teeth. "Didn't you get enough of me this morning?"

Your thoughts drift back to earlier in the day — Haytham had given you a wake up call in the form of his teeth at your neck and a hand between your legs, before proceeding to take you in bed, on the chair next to the bed, and against the windowsill. A good morning indeed.

"I can never get enough of you, love," you say with a smile, and then you lean in closer, dropping your voice. "Besides, I figured you were deserving of a reward for the job you did this evening. This is a much better reward than any kind Master Birch would give you, hm?"

Haytham breathes out a chuckle at that, though his gaze is clouding over as he does so — clearly too distracted by your touch to fully engage in a conversation. "I should certainly hope Reginald never offers me this kind of reward; I may have to pledge my allegiances elsewhere."

Your chest jolts slightly with the ghost of a laugh as you grasp at the waistband of Haytham's breeches, pulling them down just enough to expose his now fully erect cock to the open air of the carriage, immediately reaching to wrap your hand around him, stroking up and down with just the right amount of speed and pressure. This isn't the first time you've done this to Haytham: you know just how he likes to be touched.

Haytham drops his head back slightly as his chest heaves with heavy breaths, his eyelids fluttering shut, and he reaches for the red cravat around his neck to loosen it slightly.

"You're going to be the death of me, you naughty little thing," he moans, his voice a quiet rumble that barely pierces the air around the two of you.

You hum happily at that, revelling in the velvety warmth of his cock in your palm as his hips thrust upwards, one of his hands scrambling to grasp at the back of the carriage seat while the other still tightly grips onto the amulet. It's clear he's trying his best to control himself, but as you continue to move your hand roughly against him, you can tell that restraint is quickly becoming the furthest thing from his mind.

Haytham presses his hand to his eyes, pushing upwards into his hairline and grabbing lightly, as though he needs to hold on to something, anything. A few rogue strands of dark hair fall loose from his usually-perfect ponytail, framing his slightly reddened face.

"You're a menace," he chokes out as you swipe your thumb over the head of his cock again, the action making a filthy slick sound as you smear his precum up and down the entire length.

Restraint appears to be an entirely forgotten concept to Haytham now as your continued touch sends him hurtling toward the edge, his hips fucking furiously upwards into your hand like nothing else matters in life. He looks a dishevelled, desperate mess, a million miles away from his usual buttoned-up self, and you love that you're the only one who can coax this side out of him.

Haytham's entire body begins to tense up, his thigh muscles tightening until all at once you feel his entire body shudder, a long, guttural moan escaping from between his parted lips. His stormy eyes roll back into his skull as he lets himself fall into climax, his release coating your palm, the abundance of it dripping down your wrist and onto the warm skin of his exposed stomach.

Without missing a beat he reaches his hand into the chest area of his jacket, pulling a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his red waistcoat and offering it to you, which you accept with a soft laugh as you use it to clean up the sticky mess on your hand. “Ever the perfect gentleman,” you say teasingly.

Haytham chuckles as he draws in a deep breath, his demeanour now seeming much more relaxed as he begins to straighten himself up, tucking his softening cock back into the confines of his breeches.

“Let me fix this,” you murmur as you reach for his loosened cravat, untying it before redoing it into a perfectly even bow. His gaze upon you is heated and intense, as though pouncing upon you like a wild animal would be preferable, and as you meet his eyes you can't help the blush that spreads across your cheeks.

“For what it's worth, my darling,” Haytham growls lowly, his warm breath tickling your ear as he leans in close, “I fully intend to repay the favour later.”

[lolahasmoxie]

Cuddle Monster (E.M.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Childhood Best Friend Reader

Warning: (smacks fanfiction) This baby holds so much fluff! Kids! Cuddling! CASUAL INTIMACY UP THE ASS!

Word: 487

Notes: I'm a second-grade teacher, and my kiddos still love to give hugs. I also have friends with kids the same age. Not gonna lie; some warm kid hugs just make my soul happy. This doesn't really push the story forward at all; it's a pleasant little interlude.

Also, my edible JUST kicked in. Enjoy!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

@kimmi-kat @feltonswifesworld87 @mrsmunsonxquinn @iguessyourejustwhatineeded @hahahafucku @emilyroxy @ihatepeanutss @mackyboo21

Ronnie Wayne Munson was his father's child.

Whenever you watched Ronnie, it was like seeing your best friend grow up all over again. But the similarities ran more profound than just sharing the same hair and colored eyes.

It was how they both poked their tongues out while in deep concentration to how they would fall asleep in full starfish mode; you enjoyed every bit of Ronnie Wayne Munson.

Especially the fact that he inherited his father's love language of physical touch.

Every time you were at their home, Ronnie would take you by the hand (after his father had welcomed you properly with a kiss) and had you sitting on the couch as soon as he could. Then he would proceed to climb into your lap, tiny arms around your neck and his warm body pressed against yours, as he told you about his day.

You'd had to chastize Eddie once or twice as he sat next to you on the couch. His arms crossed over his chest, and a pout on his plush lips, as his son slept in your arms.

"What's got your knickers in a twist?"

"You came to see me; I should be in your lap."

"Eddie, he's 4!"

"I mean, this level of disrespect in my own home is appalling. I will NOT let it go unanswered.”

“Jesus Christ, get over here you giant baby.”

Weekends are a sacred time for you and Eddie, but you can hear his tiny little feet creeping into your bedroom like clockwork every Saturday and Sunday.

You feign sleep, trying to hide your giggles as Ronnie huffs and puffs as he tries to climb into your bed. He always comes to your side of the bed since Eddie sleeps like the dead, and eventually, you pick him up and gently place him in the middle.

His warm, tiny body curls instinctively into you. You run your hand up and down his back to coax him back to sleep. You let out a yawn when Eddie stirs next to you.

"You two left me out? What's a guy got to do to get some damn cuddles in this place?"

"Eddie, the sun isn't even up yet. Can you wait until, like, 9 am to be weird?"

"Nope, cuddle me, NOW."

"But we're so warm and cozy here." You give him a sleepy grin, closing your eyes as he grumbles while inching towards you and his son.

"Gonna file a complaint with the Union, I tell ya. Can't get a cuddle from my woman. Can’t get a cuddle from my own begotten progeny, my very own flesh and blood..."

"Go to sleep, Eddie."

"Not until you tell me you love me."

Silence.

"Please?"

"Fine!" You lean in, and in seconds, Eddie's plush lips are softly pressed against yours. His arm lands on your waist, both of you creating a soft cocoon for Ronnie. "I love you."

"I love you too, Princess. Can I tell you something?"

"Tell me."

"This, all of us. It feels really nice, right?"

"It feels perfect." You feel lips against your forehead and calloused fingertips trace lazy patterns as you slowly fade back to sleep. "Wouldn't change it for a thing."

[beebookmagic]

Alright it's about time I start posting The Boys. My sweet drow Tavs and their relationships.

We're going to start with my golden child. The favorite son.

(if you would like to read about who he was in the past, you can find that Here)

Elendar

He is a new-to-the-surface drow from a small drow village in the Underdark (unnamed bc I'm lazy by nature, and I didn't want to put him in Menzoberranzan bc I'm really still learning about All Of That. (currently reading the Drizzt books for the first time)) He is on the run from home as he accidentally killed two priestesses of the noble house he lived in. (It was self defense. But drow do be drow.) This is also where his burn scars came from. They are relatively new at just over a year old.

He was closest to the elderboy of House Corborel, Veldrin. Elendar believed Veldrin had been on his side, but when he learned the truth of how things came to be, he felt nothing but betrayal. The feeling is mutual from Veldrin.

His lute and his treble clef necklace are from a half-drow from the surface, Kel'diin, that he met when Veldrin's house kept them prisoner. Elendar stole the lute out of Kel'diin's things on one of his many visits to the cells. He later painted the bats on it when he got to the surface. And the necklace was.... a gift.... from Veldrin....

Elendar, in a fit of losing control over his identity when abandoning his home village, changed his name and managed to dye his hair with some mushrooms he found along his way out. He attempts to redye it when he can, but is currently out of dye at the beginning of the events of bg3, and his roots are showing *a lot*. (Much to his dismay)

He is rather vain and likes pretty things, but is also not used to owning anything pretty that wouldn't be taken away from him. He does care a great deal about his appearance. He is insecure about his eye color, as it's very clearly a Surface Elf Color, but as far as he's aware, he had drow parents who also had drow parents. (genetics man! But he doesn't get that.) It particularly made life difficult for him in his old village. (Which we will get to when I share who he was before. oh yes that's coming huhu)

He is roughly in his mid 160s and is about 5'5 (which in my truth of dnd makes him tall for a drow, but short compared to surface elves.) He is a former worshipper of Keptolo and Lolth, and currently doesn't worship anyone due to The Trauma. (He is considering Eilistraee or Vhaeruan tho, but he'd like to remain agnostic as he figures himself out for the time being.) He speaks drow and drow sign language, and is currently learning Common.

For his bg3 stats, he is College of Lore, and kisses Astarion, who he convinces to not ascend. Tends to favor padded armor that he never truly wears properly bc he finds the surface a little too warm for him during the events of the game. (He does wear it properly against the Elderbrain tho, to be clear. he's dumb but not suicidal.) Weapon of choice is the shortsword, and his favorite spell is Cloud of Daggers. The tadpole translates everything for him like a babelfish, as well as eases the sun on his eyes.

In addition to this, Elendar's story also coinsides with @marquis-charbon 's Tav, Alastor, as we decided to do their stories in multiplayer (after doing solo runs with our boys. We just think its fun for our guys to have a bestie who isn't a canon character.) His relationship with Alastor is very "You rescued me, now I'm your problem." But they are incredibly close, and probably the one person they trust the most outside of their love interest.

For his regular dnd stats, I don't have much if any intentions of actually playing a real dnd campaign with him (or any of my guys tbh. Finding a table is hard, and I actually hate dnd combat like... so much. but I'm also bad at improv RP sooooo), however I did build him (with help from a friend) to level 3 just to get his subclass and mess around with available spells.

His bard subclass is officially College of Whispers, and his favorite spell is Suggestion.

I think that's pretty much everything there needs to be said as an intro to my son! I do have one Tav/Astarion fic finished (but not posted), and another fic in the works which deals more with his past. and I can't wait to share them. ☺️☺️

[theshiftingly]

Fame DR - Writer/Kids Show Actress.

I have like 3 Fame DRs. This one, singer, and another actress.

Out of all of them this one is the most relaxed. Originally I was just a writer but I added actress to it. For writer I don't focus on kids books, I do more late teens. I won't go too into writing because it's actually something I have going on and don't wanna share that idea.

Kids show aspect of it.

It's supposed to give nostalgia vibes, Like Sesame Street, The Muppets, Lazy Town, and The Fresh Beat Band. The characters start off as background characters for Sesame Street but then get moved to their own. I call it "The Better Place" and I gave it that Bluey hype.

I've written some episodes for the show.

This is Kinda the layout for my character MariGold

MariGold is very much Sharpay, Miss Piggy, Alex Russo, and Sun Hi? Like that level of diva but also nerdy, and quirky. I don't know how to explain her too good.

I got the role off of a whim because I had no previous acting experience. She wasn't supposed to be a big character only popping up every once in a while with small things. Until fans loved her (and the other 4 members) so much that they got their own side show.

I centered MariGold on stuff I liked growing up and on stuff I wish I had growing up.

Growing up I never had my curly hair they'd always put that relaxer in my hair. And sadly it's something that I still do because idk how to do my hair. I tried during quarantine but got so much backlash. So in my DR I have my curly hair.

I make sure MariGold is able to teach children that their hair is pretty and how to style it. I'm also plus size and remember getting bullied for that plus because I had hair on my arms. So I also make sure to teach kids that their bodies are beautiful.

MariGold is also latina like me and I even have a line of clothing for all ages. I remember growing up and feeling sad never fitting into those lines.

I steal songs from other shows ofc. Some like The Cleaning Song from Enchanted, Boinga from the Backyardigans, and Better Place from Trolls. And many more, they have real life adventures and fictional ones. The show is aimed at kids but has lessons and stuff for all ages. They do live shows/concerts sometimes.

It's fun and lighthearted, touches on serious topics while still keeping the appropriate tone.

The Better Place crew has a movie that has that theme where the characters are meant to go to one camp but they end up in another. It's circus themed and I added Firework by Katy Perry to that one kinda like Madagascar.

I also do some voice acting, still for kids shows.

Moving on!

In most of my DRs I script I have a best friend/brother named Isaac. We aren't blood related but are definitely platonic twin flames because we are insanely alike but not at the same time.

Isaac didn't have a good childhood at all and we met through a mental health program in high school.

He's into hockey and during the program we did dance together. He's a New Jersey Devil and is the most low-key out of all of them. We live together in a house, ofc I had to script my dream home.

The Devil's know he has a "sister" I often send them treats and go to games. They have never officially meet me until at a hockey activity, it's a sit down for the cameras to properly meet the players from different teams and their families.

That is usually the day that I script I shift to.

I don't have an exact SO for these DRs. For this one usually it's either Luke Hughes or Matt Rempe. Sometimes but not often Connor Berdard or Nico Hischier.

Doesn't change much. Luke knows how I look and Jack exposes him for thinking I'm cute during the whole activity. For Matt people think he's chirping me but really he does like me.

Overall this DR is calm. I film, practice, write, and enjoy the stuff I scripted around me.

[cryptid-juzou]

🪦🎃 Trick or Treat, pls 🎃🪦

🎃👻Your little 🍬treatie🍬 shall be a skk ficlet where Dazai does what he does best and gets on Chuuya's nerves, but what could his purpose for this be, I wonder 👻🎃

Chuuya ground his teeth together, looking at the clock for the third time in the last 20 minutes, time was moving at a crawl and he could feel a tension headache coming on from having his jaw clenched so tightly. That bastard, like usual, had no respect for timing. This was the third joint mission in the last six months that Dazai had been a pain to work with, always showing up late, talking in that infuriating sing-song way, taking nothing seriously.

Or at least appearing too, as much as he hates to admit it Dazai’s plans never failed to work out, he was always in control of the situation. So he knew that if Dazai was slacking off, he had already decided everything was going to work out exactly as he wanted it to. It was still a pain in the ass to have to wait around until Dazai deigned to arrive.

At the 30 minute mark, suspiciously close to being exactly 30 minutes late, Dazai finally walked through the door of the warehouse they were meeting in. Hands in his pockets, whistling his stupid lovers suicide song, Dazai stood by the far wall and made a theatrical show of looking around in all directions with a confused expression. Chuuya watched this for a bit before, predictably, losing his temper, “Hey, shitty Mackerel, we’re already running behind, what are you fucking looking for.”

Dazai made a big show of turning towards Chuuya, angling his head down and looking surprised, his eyes glittering with mischief as he said, “Oh, there you are! Chuuya is so small I didn’t see him, I thought he hadn’t arrived yet.” 

Chuuya shouldn’t have been surprised, but his quick temper meant he never had been able to stop himself reacting to Dazai’s many attempts to get under his skin. ‘Huhh!! What was that you walking waste of bandages!” Chuuya stomped over into Dazai’s space in a way that was meant to be intimidating, but of course to Dazai, wasn’t. He simply gave one of his infuriating bright but artificial smiles, further enraging Chuuya.

Chuuya’s face was flushed red with anger, his fingers twitching where his hands were in his pockets, itching to grab Dazai’s shirt front and drag him down to his level to yell at him properly. “You show up 30 minutes late, and the first thing you do is insult me! I should leave your lazy ass here and let your agency deal with the repercussions, this mission came from your side, not ours.”

Dazai grinned, his eyes sparkling the way they always did when he knew whatever was about to come out of his mouth would be enraging. “I know Chuuya’s brain is small to match his body, but surely even he knows that refusing to help is disobeying Mori’s orders.”

A distant part of Chuuya that hadn’t completely succumbed to irritation recognized that Dazai was being extra annoying today, he normally wasn’t quite as insufferable as to go for multiple height jokes in a row. But at this moment, he did not think too hard on this, could not, because all his energy was focused on being mad at Dazai, on doing something about the grin on his stupid smug face.

This time Chuuya did not hold himself back, his gloved hands pulling out of his pockets to fist in Dazai’s shirt front, dragging him closer to yell in his face, “Shut the fuck up about my height, bastard. It does get old. For someone so smart, you recycle a lot of the same old insults you know.”

Rather than try to escape Chuuya’s vice-like  grip, Dazai wrapped one bandaged hand around Chuuyas where it was still fisted in his shirt and leaned towards his ear. He lightly whispered, “If i'm so insufferable, then maybe Chuuya should put me in my place,” the warmth of Dazai’s breath on Chuuya’s skin making him shudder.

Dazai leaned back just enough to make eye contact, this close Chuuya could see flecks of varying shades of brown in his irises, and could see just how amused those eyes looked. He could also hear how Dazai’s breathing was slightly heavier than usual, Dazai leaned back just enough to look Chuuya in the eye and smirk.

Chuuya, exactly as Dazai had known he would do, fell for the very obvious bait. He used the grip he had on Dazai’s shirt to walk them the two steps over to the wall to forcefully push Dazai into it. Dazai's head bumped painfully into the wall, but he had no time to react before Chuuya’s lips were on his, taking advantage of his gasp of pain to lick roughly into his mouth. One hand unclenched from Dazai’s shirt and came up to tangle in his hair, tugging harshly to pull Dazai down to Chuuya’s level so he was no longer on his tiptoes. As always, Dazai got his way, and they were both about to be a lot later for their mission.

ask box trick-or-treat (fic writer edition)

[cbrownjc]

HOTD possible spoiler (as well as some Fire and Blood ones) under the cut:

The person who posted the initial rumor/leak/spoiler is clarifying/sticking to it.

I've already talked about my problems with how this show has handled its black characters here (wrt Laena) and here when this Nettles rumor/leak first happened a few days ago.

Honestly, if this rumor really is true, I will pretty much be done with the show. Because aside from the racist angle the show just falls right into by doing something like this, it's also just lazy AF writing.

If the show wanted to make Rhaena a more active participant in the war that very easily can be done without making her a dragon rider. They could have her play a bigger role in helping in the survival of her family members, seeing that she, her sister, and her two little half-brothers are the only ones who do so (along with Corlys). Let her become the more politically savvy twin, using her status as a princess and such to form alliances, keep the Vale on the side of The Blacks, and things like that. Maybe even leading up to things like having her take the lead in ensuring that Corlys doesn't get executed for treason after the war is over.

But nope. Just make her a dragon rider during the conflict too. And hey, since she's black now, just have her replace the only book-canon black character in the story of the Dance, who was already speculated by some to be Daemon's bastard daughter anyway. Because all black people are just interchangeable anyway, right? 🙄 (That is if we're even bothering to give them character and story arcs in the first place; especially in comparison to their originally white book counterparts *cough*Laena*cough*).

So yeah, NGL I was already growing apathetic about the show before this, given how Leana, Rhaena, and Baela's characters were all handled in Season 1. Cutting out Nettles and just having Rhaena take her place? When the two characters are nothing alike, personality-wise?

Yeah, if this really is true then no thank you. I'll check out clips of the big moments -- Rook's Rest, Blood and Cheese, and whenever The Battle Above the God's Eye happens in some later season -- on YouTube or something. But actively watch episodes in full? Nope.

Again, I'll wait to full-out rant on this when it's 100% confirmed in some way. (And yes, such a rant very likely would include talking about how color-conscious casting & writing > > > > > > color-blind casting & writing; and using that to properly world build -- because yes that is possible even wrt a fantasy world like Westeros, which already has established places in its world where black people prominently lived and originated from.) Maybe waiting to do so is just me being in denial, IDK. But I'm kind of having deja vu wrt how I felt about the rumors circulating about Season 8 of GOT again. I just couldn't believe the writers were going to be that level of hack-lazy. And yet . . . .

I really had hopes that HBO had learned from that mistake and that the writing team and showrunners for this show wouldn't do something similar. But ever since I saw what happened to Laena's character, (and how her role in Rhaenrya's life -- when they were young -- was basically given to Alicent), I've been questioning if they really have . . . . or ever did. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[lasi-nariyoyoreads]

Hello, it's me... A Twice stan hahaha

I wanted to ask for a reading for Sana's personality. If this is okay~~

I hope you're doing well. Wishing you well :)

Sana's personality according to tarots

Hi! I'm okay, how are you? Are you enjoying the comeback?

Disclaimer:

My readings are made for fun and you should read them for fun too. So don't take them seriously.

Core aspect of her personality:

strength

This card in the tarots is usually represented as a woman who pets a lion, so it doesn’t refer to brutal power, but to courage, determination, patience.

Sana might be a “strong” person, someone who is always positive even while facing hardships.

She might be someone that fights for what she wants, but also someone able to bring a positive influence to others, encourage them, even guide them.

She is good at relating with people, who look up to her and respect her a lot.

What does she think about herself?

rev magician , rev the world, 8 of swords

She might think she’s greedy or someone able to manipulate others. We know it’s easy for her to befriend others, so she might consider this as some sort of tool she can use when necessary?

She feels lacking. 

If it’s from a professional point of view, there might be a lot of things she wants to try or she isn’t satisfied with her current level of success/skills, so she wants “more”.

If it’s from a private point of view, she might feel something lacks in her relationships, either a real important union, or simply she feels she doesn’t have enough time to take care properly of her loved ones.

She might feel trapped in her current position, she would like to try new things maybe or she would like to express herself more freely.

Linking all these cards together, it feels as if she believes she should be happy and satisfied, but she isn’t and she considers this dissatisfaction as something negative, as “greed”.

What do they think about her?

ace of cups, rev ace of swords, rev lovers

Ace of cups is a very romantic card, so it can imply people might actually have romantic feelings for her or they generally have a soft spot for her or they might see her as a source of love and affection.

However, others consider her as someone who lacks ideas and originality, like “she’s always doing the same thing”, as if there’s no evolution or no clear plans about her future.

Others might think there’s an imbalance in her life, like her emotions might be a bit all over the place or they consider her as someone who lacks organization.

Positive traits:

rev 2 of swords, 8 of swords, 10 of swords

She’s cautious, even in the most stressful situations, you can trust her to not lose her mind.

She is someone who keeps looking for answers, solutions etc. She doesn’t give up.

You could say she’s a positive person, not just in a “yay I’m happy!” way, but above all in a “I believe it can go well”, an attitude that might be a good influence for the people around her.

Resilience is the right word to describe it. No matter what people say or think, no matter how bad the situation is, she has the type of mindset that doesn’t give up.

I think she also makes for a good friend that gives good advice. If a friend sees no ways out, she might probably be able to either find a solution or to give them hope.

Negative traits:

rev king of swords, rev page of pentacles, rev the sun

She might have a hard time to follow a routine and keep a regular schedule.

She might be the type who loses her sh1t when she’s angry, she might get very emotional.

She can be immature and childish, lazy, she might lack a real goal or miss opportunities.

She might have mood swings like feeling very enthusiastic about something or very negative about something else, or in general she might have very strong opinions and it's hard to make her change her mind. If you gave her a negative impression, it's hard for her to see you in a different light.

In general, I’d say she has a certain chaotic energy because she’s an emotional person.

[thyrup]

CW: Suggestive, not smut

..........................................

"We've been thinking," Geto began casually.

"About what you told us last week," Gojo finished with more enthusiasm.

You frowned, nonplussed, "What did I tell you last week?"

"About how you've never had an orgasm."

You snorted, "Don't you have better things to think about?"

Neither of them laughed back.

"Why are you guys being so weird about that?"

"It's so sad," Gojo taunted from his place slumped against the arm of the couch. His stare cut into you, even through his blindfold. "You should let us help you."

You choked. Whatever you had been expecting, that wasn't it.

"W-what?"

"C'mon," Gojo cajoled, "Bet we could do it. Bet we could make you cum with just our fingers."

You looked desperately to Geto, the practical one, the level-headed one.

He shrugged, "I prefer to use my tongue."

"You guys can't be serious."

"Why not?" Gojo was sitting up properly now, leaning in close.

You leaned back instinctually, only to feel Geto against your back.

You had seen them work in tandem like this countless time before - picking out a girl in the bar and circling like wolves to separate her from her friends, whispering sweet nothings until she walked out of the bar drunk on their attention. You'd seen it, but you'd never had the full power of that intoxicating attention turned on you before.

"I-"

Geto cut in before you could voice your concerns, "I know the dirty stories you and Shoko send back and forth. Don't you want to know what it's like? Experience it for yourself instead of just reading about it?"

It was rare you were flustered around your longtime friends, but you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

"Y'do," Gojo pressed, "I know you do."

When you whipped back around to face him, he hooked a finger in his blindfold and pulled it down around his neck. It was impossible to lie when faced with the infinite facets of those blue eyes; they would see right through you.

"O-okay."

The word was barely there, barely out of your mouth, when Gojo pushed forward, swallowing the last syllable.

Geto shifted, turning on the couch and pulling you into his lap. Gojo followed, chasing your lips with his.

It was immediately too much. Geto's cologne, something deep and woodsy, enveloped you while his too-big hands ran down your arms. Gojo's knee pushed between your thighs, his arms caging you in against Geto's chest.

Suddenly, Gojo was gone. Geto threaded his fingers into the white locks and pulled the other man back with a sharp tug. Gojo was looking over your head, at Geto, but the gleam in his eyes made your stomach tighten all the same.

"Slow down," Geto warned, his voice soft and lazy and no less of a command.

"'S hard," Gojo whined, "She's so sweet. Go on, you try."

Gojo fell back on his haunches to watch as Geto tangled his hand in your hair instead, turning your head enough to meet his steady gaze. Without thinking, you lifted your chin and parted your lips, inviting him to kiss you.

The smile that spread across Geto's face sent warmth fluttering through you. You wanted to please him. Wanted him to give you that warm, doting smile again.

His lips slotted over yours, more purposefully than Gojo's had, quickly coaxing you to open up for him, to allow his tongue to press into you.

"I'm gonna take your pants off, 'kay?"

You moaned into Geto's mouth in response to Gojo's question, lifting your hips in aid and invitation.

"Fuck, Geto, you've gotta see these."

Languidly, Geto pulled away, leaving you panting, to see what Gojo had uncovered.

Gojo slid a finger into the waistband of your lacy panties, letting them snap against your skin.

Geto didn't need to speak, you could feel his approval stirring against your lower back.

"D'ya think she matched for us?" Gojo said excitedly, plucking at the hem of your shirt.

"Well?" Geto pressed, taking the hem from Gojo and dragging your shirt up your torso.

Dazed you nodded, then shook your head furiously.

Gojo laughed, "Which is it?"

"They match," you muttered, "But it wasn't for you."

"Don't be stupid," Geto chided from over your head, musing your hair as he tugged off your shirt, "It's all for us." 

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Parsley Cookie quotes

Gacha Pre-Pull: "I-I can't calm down..."

Gacha: "Oops, it's just me...."

Wish: I-I hope this is enough....

Loading Screen/Swapped to in Party (5 lines): "I-I won't run away....Not this time!" "I-I got this....I got this....I got this...." "For Her Radiance and her kingdom....!" "I-I'm not scared.....OK, I'm not THAT scared....!" "I won't let you take what's hers!"

Skill: "Get....LOST...!"

Victory (3 lines): "Phew.....It's over....." "I actually did it....H-holy crap...." "I've been....blessed again...."

Defeat (3 lines): "No....No, not like this....!" "This is all my fault...." *sounding like I'm crying* "I-I'm so s-sorry....." *hic*

Promotion: 1. "I-I promise, I'll try to be better...." 2. "Sometimes, I worry about whether I really deserve this...." 3. "Some days are harder than others...." 4. "I've found my one true paradise..." 5. "When you're loyal to something, it's a wonderful feeling...!" 1A. "Self-improvement can only happen with baby steps." 2A. "My loyalty is my greed..." 3A. "The lonely days feel so long ago now...." 4A. "There's still more I could do..." 5A. "I gave my heart and soul to Her Radiance...."

Level Up (8 lines): "Wooooww...so sweet...!" "I can't get lazy...There's still more I can do to help!" "Before I found my home, I was weak...and I'm still a bit weak..." "Is it OK if I give some of this to Her Radiance?" "*yawn* I'm gonna sleep like a baby tonight..." "Heheh, wow, that's got a kick to it..." "Mr. Smoked Cheese will eat his words about me soon enough..." "Careful, or I might start bugging you for more, heheh..."

In Kingdom (11 lines): "O-oh, uh....hi....?" "P-please don't touch me....!" "*humming*" "Everything has to be shiny as new..." "The Cheesebirds are better at talking than I am, heheh..." "I-I'm rocking too hard? Oh...s-sorry...I do that when I'm deep in thought...!" "F-feels weird, not seeing any gold anywhere..." "Um, e-excuse me...?" "Cake Hounds are just the cutest, aren't they?" "I-it's so loud out here..." "More...She wants more..."

Cookie Info (10 lines): "Oops, it's just me..." "My greed? Well...i-it's just to serve my queen..." "Hmmm...maybe, I can write a new song..." "Mr. Smoked Cheese never smiles at me..." "She told me I'm hers...always...No matter what..." "I-I'm Parsley Cookie, the newest subject of Queen Golden Cheese Cookie!" "I-I'm not as bitter as I look, trust me..." "I-I know I don't fit in...but Her Radiance says she doesn't mind..." "Loyalty is a powerful force, y'know? It makes you feel invincible..." "Sorry...I've always spoken like this, heh..." "I finally found where I belong..."

Interaction with Golden Cheese: Parsley: Eep! Y-Your Radiance! Golden Cheese: Why, hello, my subject! Are you well? Parsley: Mhm, y-yup! And I've just finished my errands for the day, and I-I checked in with the Cheesebirds, and- Golden Cheese: When was the last time you slept? Parsley: ...O-oh, uh...I... Golden Cheese: Go get some rest, little one. Your Queen will be here when you wake up!

Interaction with Smoked Cheese: Smoked Cheese: You'll never learn, will you? Parsley: N-never learn what...? Smoked Cheese: You'll never learn how to properly defend yourself. Smoked Cheese: Still following orders without a thought of your own... Smoked Cheese: If Her Radiance ever is not around, you will fail her. Parsley: ....

[rainbowsky]

Ok I am the turtle who asked about the breakup cpn, with the kadien and things. I have been told that is rude and hurtful and im sorry Mr Rbs, I do not want to cause you stress. I follow cuz I am autistic and I like that you are too but autistics still rub each others fur the wrong way sometimes just like anybody so im sorry if I did that. Have a great day and stay healthy and may YiZhan stay happily married and one day get to safely come out if they want!

...

I don't even know what to say to this.

Who told you that it was 'rude' and 'hurtful'? It certainly wasn't me. I don't have a problem with people asking me honest questions that are in good faith. I answer all kinds of asks, regardless of my reaction to them.

I'm sure whoever said that to you meant well, but I don't want anyone putting words in my mouth. Whatever they said to you, that was their own perspective.

As for your ask, it actually did annoy me a bit, but not because there was anything rude or hurtful about it. I was annoyed because it contained things that are long-standing sources of annoyance for me (which isn't your fault).

First of all, you said "I know you don't believe kadian" which - honestly I've heard people say this before and I find it frustrating. I literally have a whole post that is prominently placed on my masterlist post, where I state pretty clearly that kadian is real. So when people say things like this it feels like they aren't paying any attention and are just making assumptions about me, or else they have poor reading comprehension.

I'm going to be really clear about this:

Being skeptical is not the same thing as being dismissive.

I am skeptical about a lot of candy and CPN, but that doesn't mean I don't buy candy and CPN. It just means that the candy and CPN I do buy is stuff I genuinely believe in - not because it's cute or makes me feel good (nothing wrong with that, but it's not what gets me excited), but rather because I've evaluated it and I feel (based on my own criteria) that it's well substantiated and real.

Contrary to another popular myth about me that also frustrates me (the ridiculous idea that I don't buy CPN and candy) - a huge percentage of my blog is devoted to CPN and candy, and in fact I think CPN and candy are pretty critical to turtledom.

I say this all the time and I hope it will sink in: it's never wise to paint with too broad a brush. Nuance, people. Not everything is black and white. Most things are grey. Just because I seem like a doubter on a lot of things, doesn't mean I don't have my own CPN, and doesn't mean I don't hold a lot of candy close to my heart, much of which I think is important and unwashable.

It seems like some people see a personality trait in someone and then try to extrapolate it across everything about them. Not only is it inaccurate, frankly it betrays a certain level of intellectual laziness. "Oh, here's the funny guy, everything's a joke to him." "Oh, here's the serious guy, he has no sense of humor." "Oh, here's the cutesy girl, she won't like this scary movie."

People are complex and often contradictory creatures. We shouldn't assume we have a read on someone just because we've picked up on a few of their character traits.

As for kadian - in my post about kadian I went to some pains to show that kadian is real, so I don't get why there's anyone out there who would think I don't 'believe' in it. In reality I think people who don't 'believe' in kadian as a concept are uninformed and out of touch. 'Not believing' in kadian would be like 'not believing' in slang acronyms like LOL and OMG.

Back to that 'broad brush' thing I just said - just because kadian is real, that doesn't mean a particular perceived kadian is real and intentionally placed. These things have to be examined in context in order to be properly evaluated.

You can refer back to my kadian post for all that.

On to the other, bigger reason your ask frustrated me.

Just Say No To The Turtle Binary

Your ask was about a 'kadian' you thought you saw in DD's post about being sick, and you felt it was evidence of a breakup.

Without realizing it, you stepped into something that bugs me about the fandom.

If you've been following me for any amount of time at all, you will know that one of my absolute pet peeves in this fandom is when turtles take everything GG and DD say or do as being deeply significant to their relationship. As I've said before -

👉🏻 almost nothing from or about GG or DD will actually be a candy. 👈🏻

I think the key to respecting and honoring their humanity is to love them as individuals first and foremost, and as a couple second. When we fixate entirely on their relationship we end up accidentally dehumanizing them and failing to recognize, respect and celebrate their individual achievements.

There are a lot of turtles in this fandom who take every single thing GG and DD do as either proof they are together, or else proof they are not together. And frankly, that doesn't make any rational sense.

If you've ever been in a long term relationship - or a relationship of any kind, whether family or friends - you should already know that almost nothing in our daily lives is about that relationship. Our day-to-day lives tend to revolve around work, school, hobbies and interests, other social interests and obligations. Almost nothing we do in our day to day lives is about any one particular relationship.

Just look at my own blog here. How often do I mention my partner? Almost never. But we've been married for years, and he's the most important person in my life. Why don't I mention him more? Because my life doesn't revolve around him.

GG and DD are no different. They are real, non-fictional human beings with busy lives and successful careers, and they have a ton of obligations and focuses and pursuits in their daily lives. Almost none of it is about each other. Why, then, would people be so ready to think that every post, every gesture, every clothing option, every decision, every goal is about each other?

Not only is that absurd just on the face of it, it's also absurd when you consider that the vast majority of things that ARE related to their relationship will never be made public for you and I to see.

Their lives are almost entirely focused on their careers. They work hard, they have packed schedules. They no doubt spend a lot of time connected to each other behind the scenes, via texts, video chat, etc. but most of their time will be taken up with their work, and with meetings and discussions with various handlers and brands and management and other career-related contacts.

It's going to be rare for us to catch a glimpse of something related to each other, because such things are going to be rare in their daily lives and in most cases shared privately.

So I am deeply dismayed when DD can't even call in sick without people assuming a break-up. It's not right. My god, let the man be sick for a day.

When it comes to kadian we need to remember that the context is actually more important than the numbers. What is the likelihood that any particular message is about something to do with their relationship? What is the likelihood that something important is going to be discussed or disclosed in that particular venue or format? What is the likelihood that GG and DD are going to send out key messages about their personal and private relationship in the timing of a Head and Shoulders ad?

DD is in the middle of promoting his new film, which - at the time - was just days away from being released. Can you honestly believe for one hot second that he's going to pick that time - of all the times in the world - to dicker around with cryptic, deeply consequential messages about his relationship? Consider his priorities, here. Consider the context and venue.

And have some empathy for the sick guy who was just trying to quell rumors that were flying about him.

When we evaluate anything they are saying or doing, we should be kind and empathetic about it, and on their side.

There were a lot of anti messages going around when he called in sick that day. People had all sorts of nasty theories about why he called in sick, including a theory that he was trying to generate sympathy to boost ticket sales.

Imagine that. Imagine if calling in sick to work made that big of an impact on your life and reputation? NO PRESSURE.

Like, woah. No wonder the guy never takes any time off anymore. No wonder he pushes through when he's got a sprained ankle or is practically falling over from exhaustion. The man can't take a day off without all hell breaking loose.

I expect that kind of thing from antis, but not from turtles. It's very disappointing.

A final note:

Another important thing I want people to fully understand and accept:

My failure to answer an ask is no commentary whatsoever on what I thought about that ask or about that person.

Anyone who has been following me for any amount of time at all should know that. I answer as many asks that annoy me as I do ones that make me laugh, smile or reflect.

In reality, if I don't answer your ask it's 99.9% of the time for one of these reasons:

I don't have time - I've been incredibly busy lately and have had very little time on Tumblr. Most of that time is spent scrambling to keep up with the content GG and DD and turtles have been releasing/discussing. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that this is pretty much always the reason I haven't answered an ask.

It's something I have already thoroughly covered, which can be found easily by doing even the barest search of my blog or browsing through my masterlist post. Given how little time I have for Tumblr, I'm not likely to spend much of it repeating myself.

It's a complicated question that will take a lot of time to answer, so the question ended up in my drafts folder as I pick away at it over weeks and months. My drafts folder is almost as backlogged as my inbox.

IT WAS NOT A QUESTION. I get quite a few of these. I've said this many times - my inbox is for questions.

Of course, anti BS, hate asks, etc. don't see the light of day, either, but that goes without saying.

If you've asked a question in good faith and it's not been answered, it's for one of the top 3 reasons on the list.

So, Anon, I found your ask frustrating, but I didn't find it 'rude' or 'hurtful'. And even though I found it frustrating, I didn't hold it against you because I know that approach is common among turtles. It's just a fairly standard part of the fandom that - while frustrating - I've more or less accepted as 'the way things are'.

So, no hard feelings. You didn't do anything wrong AFAIAC. I think you might want to do a bit more critical thinking than seems evident based on what you sent me, but you weren't rude or hurtful.

And to be clear, Anon: most of what I'm saying in this post isn't aimed at you. Like I said, I have a bit of a chip on my shoulder about a couple of things, and you were unfortunate enough to accidentally stumble across it. I definitely don't hold anything against you.

[hazbin-writings-and-musings]

One FAQ to Rule Them All...

Because I'm lazy, I'm putting all of my info in one place! General rules, resources, and answers to common questions can all be found here with appropriate links!

My Blogs

I currently have three other blogs, which are listed below!

My main Transformers blog is here! It's the one I started with and the biggest, if you would like the most comprehensive look at my writing I'd suggest starting here!

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My Lego Monkie Kid blog is here! This one doesn't see much activity anymore, but feel free to check it out!

My Requests

So, why am I here? I got started writing requests for free, and I still do them now when my schedule permits! You can pop into my ask box whenever it's open, give me a short synopsis, and I'll write headcanons or short stories. Whether you prefer to be wordy in your request or just drop in with the bare details, I'll absolutely make it happen if inspiration hits. I do try to answer everything in my inbox eventually, but I can't guarantee it, so please don't take it personally. There are many ideas I LOVE but just don't have the spoons to answer properly!

Requests can include as many characters as you'd like, but I always reserve the right to select whichever ones work best for me.

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If you've seen my writing and like it enough to want something more tailored to your needs, be on the lookout for when I open up commissions! My current status can be found at the top of my page!

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I like to keep things casual so I don't have many rules, but here are the essentials, please message me for any clarification.

1. I expect a basic level of decency from anyone on my page and posts, and reserve the right to block without question. Thankfully this one isn't too hard, just don't be a jerk and we'll get along, but still needs to be posted because some people can never remember to behave!

2. If you ever have any issues with anything I've posted, like wanting a tag to be introduced, please notify me through my direct messages! As a forewarning, I will not answer if your issue is related to a ship, headcanon or canon divergence in my writing. You're free to block me and move on with your day, as we both have better things to do!

3. Requests will be answered if and when I have the time and inspiration. There's no problem asking me what I am working on, but repeated inquiring will be ignored. Yes, this means it may never be answered, but unfortunately I work a full time job and just can't dedicate the hours I'd need to answer every ask. Maybe someday that will change!

4. This particular blog will have SFW and NSFW posts, so PLEASE don't follow unless you're 18+!

Common Questions

1. Do I have to pay for requests? Nope! You can leave as many as you want in my inbox, but the caveat is I get to choose which to write and when. If you want to guarantee something is written you have to commission me when I have them open.

2. What are prompts? I tend to enjoy applying the same scenario to different characters, as I find it a fantastic writing excercise, so I will develop prompts around specific situations as a kind of shorthand! The name of a prompt will usually be in the tags, but if I haven't written it in a while a link is always helpful!

3. Will you roleplay with me? I'm afraid I'm just not much into RP, sorry!

That's all for now! Thank you and have a lovely day!

[theeleventhhour]

I was looking in my inbox for your ask @catb-fics and somehow it was deleted but I wanted to do it anyway so here I am, better late than never

Favourite Van pic

It’s hard to choose only one but that I remember these are ones of my favourites

Favourite Van quote

- "I'm really in to words, so l've always wrote lyrics and stories, since I can remember really. In school I could never spell. I was a bit dyslexic, so I would always get words mixed up all the time, but I was always good at capturing a story.”

Even though he wasn’t able to read properly he managed to introduce some interesting and complex vocabulary in his songs and it fascinates me

- "My dancing style? Captain Jack Sparrow when he runs meets Austin Powers when he blows them fembots up"

Hilarious

- “I'm terrible in bed but I'm incredible with my hands.”

No comments

- "They just don't know what they're on about. They say, 'We just want to make music for ourselves.' But if you wanted to make music for yourself, why did you leave your fucking bedroom? Why play a gig? Why stick it on the internet with fucking artwork and sell it on iTunes for 79p? You want to be successful. You're just talking bullshit. I think people see through it, to be honest. If selling out means playing to 100,000 people, making them lose their shit with their best mates and their girlfriends, then I want to sell out! If it's going on a Hellmans advert and getting two million quid for it then 'Fuck, I love mayonnaise!'"

I think is such a lovely thing that he didn’t made all for fame but because he is a guy who loves music above all and wanted to share his passion

- "I've hated guitar since I started. It hurts my hands. It's heavy. It cost me money to buy when I was a kid. They break. They all sound shite and out of tune anyway. I hate face-melting guitar solos. Why would I want to melt anyone's face? I got into music to make lads bounce, girls blush and my dad feel proud. I didn't get into it to melt someone's fucking head off."

Again the purpose of what he wanted to do with his music and honestly I get the point of being not cheap invest on instruments, but I love the solos only I’m not capable yet bc I’m too lazy 😅

Favourite Van moment

Well is not only Van’s but I bet it was his idea bc wtf else could come with that? I mean ninja masks? I want to kiss his stupid brain he’s really brilliant coming up with solutions in order to pursue his dream

Him hitting himself on stage for being hyperactive:

Yeah, I always chip my teeth on the mic stand. The first show in San Francisco on the last chord, no one could see because the lights went off, but the in-ears pack came off and hit me in the eye. I came offstage with a pretty big, overhand-right-looking, swollen eyebrow. But yeah, I like moving the mic around.

And this interview (idk if it refers at the same moment

Also almost every single one interview of his early 20s, they were another level

[anartificialsatellite]

ADHD thoughts incoming:

I used to be (still am, tbh) terrified of forgetting to cite something or citing incorrectly or somehow otherwise inadvertently plagiarizing.

The solution to this fear is to be very thorough and very organized when writing which is something I, as a lifelong sufferer of ADHD who made it through most of my pre-college academic career completely flying by the seat of my pants, Am Not Good At.

So to compensate for a skill that doesn't come naturally and which I deftly avoided learning as a kid, I had to figure something out. One approach that is often taught to people with ADHD is to break tasks up into chunks, and this can sometimes mean breaking them into pieces that feel absurdly small. It actually works pretty darn well!

But it does feel silly, sometimes.

I think there can be a tendency to feel like systems you set up to help you or structures you use to organize yourself as a person with ADHD (or even not!) are a crutch or somehow make what you're doing not as serious or legitimate as someone else, because it feels like other people (whoever they are) don't do that or don't need to.

This isn't true.

Like, aside from the fact that everyone follows some kind of organizational structure when approaching a task, the way in which you've chosen to approach your thing (whether it's a paper or a manual task or whatever) ultimately doesn't matter for the legitimacy of the final product so long as you have done your work ethically and the final result meets the parameters it's supposed to.

Does that make sense? For example, I was given a little worksheet by a professor in undergrad when he was teaching us from the very basics how to properly write a history paper. It breaks part of the process down into really basic elements, and it feels on some level like a very simple and handhold-y system to use, because it was devised to help students who'd never written a real history paper before.

I still use it! I still use it. It works! It's a real basic tool that maybe a lot of people wouldn't need to use, but it's not like it's taking the work out of it for me. I'm still doing it. It's my research, it's my writing, and if I have to chunk out my work like a baby historian to feel confident and satisfied with it, then so fucking be it.

Sometimes the tools other people use work for you and sometimes they don't. Sometimes things you "should" be able to do don't work, or things that are meant to save you time and make your life easier don't. Another example: I manually format all my citations because I'm too lazy to edit the metadata in a lot of my Zotero sources so that it generates them properly, and even when it does I worry that it didn't.

Is it a little weird that I'm "too lazy" to do something that could ultimately save me more time and effort? Yeah, but I've found something that works for me and which I feel confident about, and that is what ultimately matters the most. That doesn't mean you shouldn't try new things, but if they don't work for you, they don't, even if they "should."

There are people who do this shit on the fly and don't need the level of explicit breakdown of a particular task that I need to be successful. But I'm not those people, and maybe you aren't either.

[joehillssimp]

Hermitfam is baaaad.

Like it's passable when you consider it's a 30-40 something year old white guy writing and performing it, but like... aside from that it's baad.

The backing beat is good, I like it. However, the chill vibes don't really match the speed Impulse pulls right after the intro poems. It honestly feels more like the backing beat for a singer than that for a rap song, missing the heavy percussion and.... BEAT, that that is typical of the genre.

Even more chill rap songs like Young and Wild and Free(Wiz Kalifa, Snoop Dogg, Bruno Mars, etc) have a set percussion and rhythm that guides the song along and helps to set the pace for the artists performing on the song. And that is really the core of the problem with this song.

Impulse doesn't know how to stay on beat, and doesn't seem to understand that the performer is supposed to stand out, but still fit into the overall composition of the song.

I won't talk about the opening bars, those are more spoken poetry and an introduction than anything. But the first real verse, despite being the strongest one, with a consistent flow, has the problem of not quite matching the backing track.

I don't much to say about it other than that, it's the best part.

Then the chorus comes in with Impulse kicking it up about half a notch speedwise, returns to that thing he did in Hermitgang where he tries to shove too many syllables into one bar, making the whole thing sound jumbled and rushed, like he didn't take the time to actually smooth out the little bumps in his writing before recording.

After that, the next 2 verses have this kind of spoken word, beat poetry, vibe to them. Which is fine, if he hadn't tried to open the song itself with speedrap.

Now it's not uncommon for rappers to have 1 verse, or a bridge in a different style than the rest of the song, but it's hardly ever the first verse, and usually when they bring on a guest, who's voice adds variety and it supposed to act as a high point in the song, before having another chorus or whatever to finish off the song.

It's a climax. So musically, Impulse has the Climax right at the start of the song, and then the rest a kind of chill slide down a lazy river. And i should say, there is nothign wrong with a slower flow, a lot of rappers from the east coast are hella successful off their slower flows, but once again, their flows are on beat, with a consistent cadence and blend with the backing track.

So when he starts off fast, and then slows down for all his other lines, which are at most 12 syllables each, it feels like he couldn't figure out what to say about the rest of the server, or that he was padding for runtime so the song would reach that 2 minute mark. Not to mention completely leaving out TFC.

And I think, that aside from there being no rhythm to the song, Impulse's voice isn't properly balanced by the rest of the beat. Impulse's voice, I wouldn't say it's high pitched, but it's very close to the tonal range that the rest of the song exists in, and so they use volume to make him stand out. It would have been better if perhaps they had taken some deep bass, and used that to set some kind of rhythm, with higher melodies that create a space for Impulse's voice to stand out, while keeping all the audio levels at reasonable levels.

As it stands, Impulse is so loud you can barely hear the beat, especially during the chorus.

I'm not good at explaining my thoughts but yeah uhhh...

In regards to impulse's writing...

Think of the consonants in a word, or line, to be like a drum beat. The way each one is stressed and unstressed, creating each hit and pause in the percussive melody.

For people not familiar with music theory, even drums have tones and pitches, and when you write a rap song, your voice becomes a part of the drums, who's tones support the melody, rather than the melody themselves like in normal singing.

And I listen to how Impulse phrases his words, and how he places his stresses and pauses, and it creates something akin to a child just beating a drum however they like, getting tired but still hitting, and then doing whatever they want on the chorus as well. it's not a good sound.

And the worst part is that I KNOW that impulse plays the drums. I KNOW that he should have a better understanding of rhythm and cadence than that shown in the song. Which makes this as a whole more disappointing.

Maybe he just doesn't understand how that all translates to writing.

I genuinely believe impulse could have made a better song, writing, cadence, overseeing the creation of the beat so it matched his creative vision....

I dunno it feels rushed.

And it sounds like a bad song.

[mortellanarts]

27, 58, and 65 for the fic asks!!

58. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc) 

Editing my beloved it's my faaavorite I feel it's the part where you can really take a step back to look at what you put on the page and make sure everything is coming along in a way that's effective, where you can breathe and make sure the pieces are fitting properly into place and meaning didn't get lost along the way. What's comforting about fiction to me is things don't happen out of random chance, there's a rhyme and reason even to a tragedy, so I enjoy the part of the process of doing your best to make sure A leads well into B I feel like I'm stitching them together into a picture, one that will look a bit different from what I see in my head if someone else looks at it too

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

Okay so favoritest is editing, now the least favorite? I've said posting is a chore for what I imagine is an annoying amount of times by now... Know the very last point I just made geeking out about editing? I still can't quite manage to not be intimidated by that. I suppose that's not part of the writing process itself but well I don't think I have much of an issue with anything else, I do wish I was better at outlining but what I do works well for my skill level and projects small in scope

65. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

Hmmm I could not tell you? As in I also don't know an answer, I've yet to have an idea long-term enough to consider it an actual project and as I said bad at outlining so I mainly kind of write as soon as I get the idea? "Ooh I'm so looking forward to writing that scene" isn't really a thought that occurs to me it's either got a first draft written down or I didn't have the idea yet, and honestly I am the most excited about a school project atm which is bad for me cause as much as it's a fun creative muscle to stretch I find myself too lazy to go to the gym :']