#idk what to tag this for blocking purposes sorry if you saw this when you didn't want to ig

[diableriezer]

Disliking people who like Solas and bash Sera is not a toxic trait, you're just correct

a) thank you i love being correct and i love fun people agreeing with me b) expanding my toxicity, it's always people who have a smol uwu modded soft elf girl inky. always. sera being brash while struggling with internalized and external bigotry and religious differences is Abusive™ but the only wrong solas ever did was dumping lavellan apparently

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Hi um so. Idk how to explain this but I promise you it was an accident. So. I sometimes fall asleep with my phone in my hand and someone brought up you had a post about not tagging people anymore and I went to check and saw I had you blocked.

I wish I could send a voice memo so you could hear how legit sorry I am and to tell you that if it was me, it was an accident and I swear to god would never do that on purpose. I love your fics so much. Please keep tagging me.

Again I fall asleep with my phone or when I try to wake up and I hit buttons. If I had tumblr open half awake there is no telling what I press or hit. I’ve deleted apps before. I’ve been trying to get better about not messing with my phone.

You wouldn't believe how relieved I am that we could talk🥲

[cupid-quinn]

ranting on the blog cos i fucking can!!!! saw a post talking shit about a fic that involved an asexual character and im just annoyed!!!!

i hate reading a fic and seeing the comments and one of them is like “hey this piece of work is shit cos u represented this asexual character wrong >:(�� when the work represented the asexual character PERFECTLY FINE but theyre not sex repulsed.

the character could be shown making sex jokes or even just casually talking about sex and somehow its an issue? lord FORBID theyre in the bedroom too (no matter if they’re participating or not)

funny enough asexual people arent all sex repulsed, idk how many times this needs to be said? not all asexual folk are the silly weird “sometimes i forget sex exist!” character thats become to prevalent in media now. and im not saying being sex repulsed is bad/being stereotypical, being sex repulsed is fine! ok! amazing! but what im saying is it isnt the only way to be asexual.

honestly any representation of asexuality is good representation cos its a (sparkle effect) SPECTRUM (sparkle effect) some are sex repulsed, some are sex indifferent, some are sex favourable, some are sex weird and some just really wanna touch some ass. You literally cannot misrepresent asexuality unless you purposely write a canon ace character as allo. you cannot misrepresent asexuality cos people are weird and odd and different.

im sorry if your uncomfy with an asexual character being written/shown as being sex indifferent/sex favourable but please just block the tags, dont read the work, dont interact and fucking dont comment. youre acting like an ass and making someone feel bad for no reason. its fine to be uncomfortable cos funny enough you have the right to but dont put others down cos you’re uncomfortable.

it happens so often no matter if its fanfiction, artwork, whatever-the-fuck, anytime an asexual character is shown in a sex related situation theres a problem. unless if the character has been specified to be sex repulsed, shut up and let people have fun.

it gets tiring thats all?

(not using any specific tags, only cos i dont wanna get harassed but if you somehow found this congrats ig)

[thenexuscollective]

Hey uh, we just wanted to offer some support to y'all.

We struggled a bit with that vent post (both with understanding exactly what you meant and also having feelings about it) but because of that we did just... scroll past.

I think what's important is that we are all against bigotry and for inclusion and liberation of ALL plurals, and like... it can be hard in a community when there's so much focus on the cruelty (whether it's coming from inside or outside the community), even if the focus on it is for the purpose of fighting it.

You're allowed to have big feelings about it, you're allowed to struggle to articulate them (idk if you feel like that's what's going on, just adding it in case since it's often something we need to hear), and you're allowed to express it in ways that aren't always perfect and may be messy.

We're still not sure we fully understand the vent post, but we don't have to in order to support you. Our inbox is open (well, not sure what the settings are, but send us an ask if you wanna talk and we can message you in any case) and if you want a nonjudgmental ear to vent to, we're here.

You're welcome to publish this OR answer it privately OR not answer it at all, we just wanted to offer some reassurance since like, it seems like you're having a hard time and could use some support.

We hope things get easier. <2

(Also I hope we worded this well, we're very worried about unintentionally coming off like an asshole despite trying our hardest not to because tone in text is really freaking hard! 😅)

umh. dang we entirely missed that ask. when did ya send it? also do you have us blocked?? because we can't access your account at all./gen srs info gq nm just confused

also for the record, that vent post was NOT supposed to get that much traction, or be seen at all. the only reason we tagged this as syscourse was for people to be able to block the negativity since that/these specific topic(s) are often triggering for a lot of people in the community, ironically including ourselves./srs

so like, frankly, no offense, none of us really cares what feelings that brought to anyone. it wasn't supposed to be a MESSAGE to anyone, let alone be perceived that much (although in hindsight, we don't regret it that it was). and we don't know if the feelings you're talking about are good or bad (we can't really understand your tone here, plus you left out some context/info), but regardless this was NOT the goal of that post. that post frankly wasn't meant for anything else than for one or some of us letting some thoughts out at i-dont-know-how-late in the morning while being sick and bottled up feelings rose from the pressure of outerbody life events and personal issues affecting many individuals within the system. so if you saw this post and got feelings from it (especially if neg), we're sincerely sorry/gen, since that was not what it was meant for/, but that is on you./srs

Also thanks for the kind gesture (if it was one?), but we have no way to contact you since your account is probably either deactivated or have us blocked(?). Honestly this is far from the first time with us dealing with anything related to that, we've been in (distant) contact with the community since years and way before officially joining tumblr. So these are thoughts, opinions, and emotions cumulated from a lot of experiences (often neg in context of syscourse). But we appreciate positivity whenever we see it <3 /gen

[organic-guacamole]

I've got a lot of thoughts on this finale.

starting with the length.

27 minutes? really?

I'm not asking for a 2 hour episode but cmon, at least give us something closer to 40 minutes.

next, the characters

the characters just didn't feel like themselves, especially portwell.

all season long we saw how much potential they had, how well communicated they were, how good they were at being a proper, healthy couple, and now they just can't talk to each other?

it doesn't feel like them.

portwell had arguably the best set up of all the other ships, they showed us how good they had the potential to be only to throw in a cheap plot to wrap it up? I would understand that they want some angst to make the ending all the more satisfying, but this was pathetic.

there I said it.

of all the ways to add drama in a ship, don't use the one that completely contradicts their entire development.

paired with the length of the episode, it seemed even more poorly written.

here I made a lovely, handy dandy homemade graph to represent how I see portwell's storyline:

as i said before, we saw the build up being nearly perfect. they peaked during episodes 9-11 because they just had the chemistry, the communication, and the most potential to be the endgame couple.

they just got eachother.

then we get Jamie popping in for 10 seconds and erasing a lot of that, only for mediator Ashlyn to jump in and solve their problems.

then there's the "kiss".

I know that Sofia is underage and that even if she/her legal guardians consent to the kiss, the writers can still decide not to show it, but still. In my opinion, if you're not going to show the kiss, then don't bother.

there are other ways to establish a relationship that would work better in this situation. Of course if they get together they'll have to kiss sometime, but one way they could postpone it is by having Gina be a bit more reluctant to give away her first kiss like that. it could also show how accomodating EJ is.

I like to think that Gina is very meticulous when making decisions so she'll probably want to be very sure of the relationship before giving him her first kiss. perhaps she'd stick to cheek kisses until she's ready, and then she kisses him and he's surprised.

that would've been, in my opinion, a sufficient way to hold off the kiss while still wrapping up portwell until season 3 when Sofia would be 18 (assuming they get picked up for S3 this summer then start filming fall-winter. Sofia will be 18 in January).

as my friend @rtcosley (idk why it's not letting me tag them, so their page is linked) said,

"They created like 10 plots

And instead of wrapping it up

They added 4 more"

there's just so much more they could've done...it's the season finale for crying out loud.

I get that seblos already had (what I assume is) their storyline for the season, the fight and resolution. Ignoring the fact that that only lasted for 2 episodes and didn't have anything to do with what we were expecting, (i.e.the financial differences between their families, as mentioned in episode 1, the fact that everyone treats seb like he's stupid, this being carlos' first show and the drama that the stress of that caused, etc.), seblos had to purpose this episode than to stand next to eachother and be gay.

I get that they're not part of the core four or anything, but the poster for season 2 has all of them, as opposed to season 1 just being the core four.

They deserved better, just like redlyn and kowie.

redlyn's arc was pretty early in the season compared to the other ships. they had Ashlyn confessing her insecurities in episode 3, antoine stirring the pot of confusion and causing a bit of distance between them briefly, and then big red confessing his goals and plans for the future in episode 8 and for the rest of it, we just see them getting closer and more comfortable with each other and caring about each other more and more.

they had a good arc together.

but that's just it. I wanted to see them have their own arcs. but then again, this show can't seem to balance multiple storylines. I think it is possible, but not when they keep adding new characters that don't contribute anything much to the story(more on that later).

kowie's storyline is... confusing.

I really like their dynamic, how carefree and happy Kourtney gets around him, how she's remaining true to herself and managing a million and one things, plus a relationship in her own without losing herself to it all.

but the main issue I have is that the entire development was never shown.

we went from strangers, to coworkers, to friends that flirt, to lovers that text constantly and went on numerous dates (and Howie met her mother at some point). but all of that, was off screen.

it's like the writers made every episode with them in it kind of thrown in at a new stage of relationship progression and said "here, accept this, no questions asked because we don't have answers"

I just wish we could've seen more of howie trying to get in her good side again after episode 7 because it seems like that's when a lot of it happened.

I appreciate the Rini scene in this episode, seems to be the very end of them, for good this time.

i'm happy about that.

Ricky especially deserves to be free for a while to focus on his development, and Nini has the chance now to really shine through her talents and make a name for herself.

The Rini storyline is the only one I'm fully satisfied with.

now, that being said;

what the heck are they trying to pull with Lily and Ricky rn???

just like that.

after lily being the villain this whole season, they're just gonna not redeem her and then have her confess her feelings to Ricky, a guy she barely knows and only talked to to harass and intimidate, and for him to reject her publicly then call her afterwards?

please I hope it's just to say "you dropped something, here it is and never contact me again, thanks." /hj

speaking of the villains, this season was promoted as the season of rivalry between North and East High right? so why did that plot idea only progress in about 3 out if 12 episodes?

we got Zackey Roy in there for a few episodes then he disappeared, Lily just caused Gina to stay true to her friends in episode 2 and 7 and then basically did nothing else?

this is what I mean by the new characters providing nothing to the show.

the writers can't manage having so many characters and plots at once so they start so many promising arcs, only to kick them aside later on.

we already know that the first half of the season felt like filler episodes, so I think they could've cut those down to leave room for the more important plots to take root, rather than have them pop up and get rushed at the end of the season.

all that, and they just add 4 more plots at the end of the season.

this post sounds very negative looking back...but if I'm being honest with myself, I'm just very very disappointed.

I love this show so much and I really expected better for the season finale, especially if they don't know if it's getting renewed or not.

given the IMDB ratings of this episode so far, I don't have very high expectations for the renewal, but I'm still hopeful because this show is a great thing, one of the best things that happened to me over the course of this quarantine. I've become so attached to this show, the cast and the friends I made through it, that I don't know what I would do if it just ends like this. writing these reviews and posts about this season has been so fun for me to do and thinking that this may be the very last one is a painful thought.

I'm sorry if you were expecting this post to be as light-hearted as my other posts about the episodes, I just had a lot to say about this episode in particular.

all my episode posts are tagged with "#guac's episode text blocks :)" in case you wanna read through and reminisce the simpler times🥲

[star-whores-a-new-hoe]

What about a fic where reader gets stuck in a storm (sand storm?) and anakin has to come to the rescue? Bonus points for fluff

I Don’t Like Sand // Anakin X Reader One shot.

A/N: So I literally did the opposite of fluff I am so sorry! This may or may not be the crigiest thing I’ve ever written, idk! 

Warnings: Angst! So much angst! but a lil fluff! mentions of injury, mentions of death and grief.

Word count: 1K

“Come on.” You pleaded through gritted teeth, attempting to start the uncooperative speeder for the thousandth time. Shoulders slumped in defeat, you finally gave up making the blasted thing work and rested your forehead against the handle bars with a sigh. 

Surrounding you was an endless sea of sand, stretching out as far as the eye could see. It swallowed every visible inch of land. The heat of the unforgiving sun stung the exposed skin of your neck, but you were too defeated to care about it. Your eyes took in the way the sun cast it golden glow over the dunes, highlighting their tones of red and yellow. It was almost beautiful.  

Although it wasn't Tatooine, the similarities between the two planets were undeniable, and it seemed that you were not the only one to make that connection. The moment you and Anakin set foot on the ground he changed. His usual playful demeanor faded away, leaving a cold, reserved Anakin in its place. With everything he’s been through, I can’t really blame him. You thought, remembering what he had told you of his life as a slave.

Shaking the thoughts from your mind, you sat up straight and grabbed your comlink. Guess I gotta call Ani if I want to get out of here anytime soon. As you went to dial him, you felt a slight gust of wind brush against your back, an odd contrast to the hot, still air that filled the desert. Looking up, you noticed the sky had turned an ominous gray. That can’t be good. 

The com link came to life in your palm, Anakin’s voice coming through. “Y/n, have you reached the destination?” 

“Negative.” You replied. “The speeder broke down and I can’t fix it. Looks like I’ll need a lift.” The sky grew ever darker around you, and the wind began to carry the sand along with it, swirling it about before it fell back to the ground. “And soon.” 

“I’m on my way.” He said before hanging up, a sense of urgency heavy in his tone. 

                                                          ***

Anakin walked quickly to the ship, a purpose in his step and an aura of intense focus surrounding him. He didn't stop to tell anyone where he was going, there wasn't any time. Anakin climbed into his ship, the clones around paying him no mind. As he began to fiddle with the controls, he was unable to stop the slight shake in his hand. He took off out of the base into the sky as tendrils of sand swirled higher and higher, devouring the darkening horizon. Sand. He hated everything it represented for him, all the memories it brought back. using his ship’s tracker, he locked onto your coordinates. 

Anakin had seen plenty of sandstorms as a boy and knew of all the horrible things that happened to people unlucky enough to find themselves stuck in one. And by the Maker, he wasn't going to let any of them happen to you. 

It was beginning to get hard to see through the debris, and the wind shook the ship so fiercely that it became a challenge to get a steady grip on the controls. A lesser pilot would have been thrown to the ground almost immediately. But not Anakin. He focused all of his energy on keeping the ship steady, at any rate it was an excuse to avoid the memories of Tatooine. 

Memories of sand storms so thick you could see a foot in front of you, the kind where dust snuck in under the nooks and crannies of doorways and windows, stinging your eyes and lungs. He remembered all the people he witnessed attempting to brave the sand dunes of Tatooine, only to be swallowed up by desert storms, never to be seen from again. Or worse, the ones who did come back. The ones who were dragged back into the spaceport on the brink of death, dehydrated from days laying in the heat, too exhausted to move, skin burnt to a crisp from the harsh suns. 

No! He reprimanded himself, tightening his grip on the wheel until it was borderline painful. Focus. The wind was beyond crazy now, making the ship tremble under its wrath, a sheen of gray completely obscuring the once unforgiving sun. Maker what if he couldn’t find you? What if you fixed the speeder and tried to get away only to crash it? What if I’m too late?

He'd been late before. To save innocent refugees, political officials. Shimi. He would never forget that night, riding across the sand dunes as fast as the spreader would allow, pushing the machine to its limits, the same sense of dread and fear that filled him then writhed inside of his chest once again. 

And then there was the blinding sadness when he saw her broken body lying on the sand covered floor of the Tuskin hut, the all encompassing helplessness and shame. He’d failed. And the feeling of holding her in his arms as life fled from his mother’s eyes…

No! He would not let that happen again, he would not let that happen to you! 

Anakin glanced down at the tracking signal again to see your location so agonizingly close. He lowered the ship towards the ground, frantically searching for signs of life through the dusty haze covering the windshield. There! He could just make out the silhouette of a figure and a speeder in front of him. He lowered the ship as close to the ground as he could before opening the door, doing his best to keep it steady. 

He ran towards the entrance, holding his hand up to block him from the sand blasting into the ship, waiting to see any sign of you. Out of the gray sandy haze, your figure appeared, jogging into the ship and closing the door behind you.

“An-Anakin!” You called, coughing up the dust from your throat. Though you were covered in layers of dirt, he wasted no time wrapping you in a bone crushing hug. 

“Maker, I’m so glad you're ok! Next time let me check your speeder before you leave, or take some clone with you, better yet-“ 

You pulled back from him. “Ani, I’m fine.” You reassured him, a gentle smile spreading across your face as you cupped his face in your hand. “Thank you for coming to get me baby.” You stared deep into his eyes, seeing the fear and turmoil that laid inside him. “It was only a little storm, I would have been fine.”

“I know.” He responded, his voice wavering just the tiniest bit.

You paused, attempting to find the right words. “I know being somewhere like this isn't easy for you. Do you want to talk about it?” 

“I...just,” he looked down at you, to your expression so full of love, your eyes, holding the same caring compassion that his mothers had. He pulled you back against him, tighter. “I don’t like sand.”

Tag list: @mysteryofkokoro @dexthtoyounglings @chokemeanakin @anakinsslag @sarapixieelliott08 @anakinravageme @anakinswhore

[dallas-owns-my-ass]

Bad For My Rep.

     Paring: Dallas Winston x Singer! Reader

     Summary: Reader gets forced to sing in a choir as a form of community service.

     Warnings: idk cursing, smoking, vandalizing, prison?

     Tag List: @staygoldponebone​ @botanicaldarling​ @rosecoloureddudez​ @shepards-love​

If you wanted to be added just let me know :)

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     I shook the spray paint can again and held down the button, watching the black line grow in the direction that I moved my hand. I loved everything about spray paint. The sound it makes when you spray or shake it. The variety of colors. The whole style of street art in general.  It was something we had to ourselves, us kids in the street. I finished it off, taking a step back and just looking at it. West Side motherfuckaaa. I thought to myself as I chuckled. 

     “How you gonna like laughing about that in prison?” 

     I whipped my head around to see a cop. A very unamused cop. Fuck. I scanned my surroundings, debating running or not. His car blocked one of the exits and his partner’s in the other. My chances were slim to nonexistent, so being logical for once, I decided to hold my ground. Better to go out like a man right? 

     “You know vandalizing’s a crime? No you probably didn’t. What would some wasted thug know about anything?” he laughed, finding himself amusing. I smirked as I responded.

     “If that’s what you think”

     “C’mon we’re taking your ass right back to jail, and you can explain to a judge why you were out at 3 am spraying gang signs on a public structure.” He pushed me against the wall, handcuffing me. Damn. I really was about to go back to jail. I just got out too. Dally’s gonna kill me. 

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     I was not looking forward to that phone call. But I had to do it if I wanted a chance of getting out of here. I reluctantly picked up the phone and dialed his number. After a couple of seconds, he picked up.

     “Hello?” his voice was deep and raspy. He probably just woke up. 

     “Hey baby”

     “Y/N? What’s wrong?”     

    “Man, something doesn’t always have to be wrong for me to call my boyfriend”

    “Doll, it’s three in the morning... What happened?”

    “Y’know, it’s not really a big deal or anything but.... I may or may not have got arrested again. And I kinda need you to come down here and see if you can bail me out or something.” He let out a long sigh.

    “Babe, how many times have I told you to be more careful?” He was angry. Not that I blamed him though. I would be angry too. I did get angry when he got arrested for some stupid shit. It was my own fault for being careless. 

    “Were you drinking again? Uhh Y/N, how could you be so careless? Do you know what could’ve happened to you if you happened to stumble across the wrong kinda guy? Do you know what happens to pretty, intoxicated, young girls at night on the streets Y/N!” 

     “Yes...” I responded my voice trailing off sheepishly. I hoped it wasn’t evident in my tone that I was hurt. I hated when he yelled at me. And I hated that he was always right. He let out a long sigh.

     “Of course you do. I’m sorry for yellin’ at you doll. It’s just that I can’t help worrying for you. You’re all I got. Besides, if anyone dared to mess with you, you’d kick their ass. You’re one tough broad.” I could feel the smirk on his face as he said that. “I’ll be down at the station in a couple of minutes baby.” He said as he hung up.

     He groaned as he approached the cell where I was being held. That couldn’t be good. 

     “Babe, they said there ain’t no bail this time” Shit. I was either going to jail for a couple more months or getting a shitload of community service hours. Hopefully the latter. 

     “Eeh, don’t worry about it Dal”

     “I’ll just get a few months, that’s all.”

     “Yeah but those months gonna feel like forever without you there.”

     “I’ll be out before you know it. You should go get some sleep baby, it’s late. Or should I say early now?” I leaned in to kiss him through the cell bars. We only got a quick peck before the police officer yelled at us. 

     “Fuck him.” Dally mumbled before leaning in again. The officer basically dragged him out of there after that. I smiled. Classic Dally. 

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     There I was, sitting in my defendant chair, at my trial. Fun times. Dally, Johnny, and Sodapop came. Dally, because he had to, Johnny because he’s my best friend, and Sodapop simply because he had nothing better to do. 

     “Due to past offenses and lack of change in behavior from past prison sentences, I sentence Ms Y/L/N to 45 hours of community service, which can be completed in the span of 35 days at the local church.” 

     “With umm, all due respect your honor, can I just go to jail instead. Y’know sweeping floors and shit just ain’t really my thing.” I looked at Dally. He was smirking, trying to suppress a laugh or something. I sent a nasty glare his way.

     “That type of profanity will not be tolerated in this courtroom Ms. Y/L/N, don’t make me tell you again. And I believe there is a choir that is in need of young members.” 

     “A choir?” I questioned, unimpressed. “You want me to go sing to God for spray painting some bridge? That just messed up man” Soda started laughing, apparently finding this whole situation amusing. “I ain’t takin’ yall to my court shit no more”

     I walked out of the courtroom, Dally trailing along behind me. To say I was pissed was an understatement. How was she gonna make me go sing at some church and say that it’s community service. I mean, yeah I had a good voice, but you just don’t go walking around singing here, it was a quick way to get your ass kicked. Besides, I was supposed to be some hardened criminal or something. You ever see some hardened criminal dancing around on some stage. No. And you can bet your ass you won’t. That’s just how things work around here, and some people aren’t ever going to understand that.

     “C’mon babe, it’s not that bad” he grabbed my arm, pulling me close to him. “I mean at least you’re not locked up somewhere, ‘cause we can still do stuff you know?” he winked. Of course that’s what he thought of, but I couldn’t help but smile. Dallas just had that effect on people. He could make ‘em laugh if he knew them real well. I leaned in for a kiss.

     “Yeah I guess it ain’t so bad.”

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     “I gotta wear this?” I almost yelled, holding up the choir robe. 

     “Why yes dear, it’s mandatory for all performances. Lucky for you, this is only a practice.” the nun replied. I was going to have to change that.

     The nun lead me into the music room. The room got silent the moment I entered. They all recognized me, either from the paper, news, or they saw me in the midst of doing something illegal. This would be the last place they all expected me to show up. But here I was. They soon all resumed what they were doing, going back to their chatter and practicing riffs and other stuff among those activities. A young woman approached me. She was a little taller than me, skinny with straight red hair and thick glasses. She looked familiar somehow.

     “Bass, alto, or soprano?” she asked. “I don’t sing.” 

     “Alto.” she stated. She clapped her hands twice. All the students looked up, and got into their places without even mumbling another word. These guys must be strict. Here’s the little problem with that. I don’t follow rules very well. I never have, and I’ll never care to learn. She dragged me over and placed me in the middle section, in the front. Great, I thought. Now she’s gonna be watching every little thing I do. She sang out “la la la la la la la” and everyone else repeated it back to her. Yeah I wasn’t really feeling that so I didn’t. She repeated the exercise for the third time, and after seeing me not doing it, she pointed at me and called me to the front, right next to her. Here we go again. “la la la la la la la”. I once again ignored her attempt to make me sing. I wasn’t going to do it. Sorry man, it’s bad for my rep. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t want to sing, I loved to. It’s just that I didn’t want to sing in front of a group of people just for them to laugh at me. She closed her hand, silencing everyone else.

     “La la la la la la” I just stared at her and shook my head nonchalantly. She was persistent for she repeated it again. Realizing she wasn’t going to stop until I did, I sung it back quietly and purposely off-key. She shook her head and did it again. This time I sung it right, but still quietly. She nodded her head and smiled, as she made the rest of the choir resume. We continued this and practiced some other classic gospel songs for the rest of the time. 4:30, finally. I went to leave, following all the other students out, but her voice rang out.

     “Y/L/N, stay after.” Great. Just what I needed. 

     “Why weren’t you singing?”

     “I was” I corrected.

     “Doing the bare minimum required is not singing. I know that the only reason you are here is to fulfill your service hours and then go back to being a menace to society after but, while you are here you will not be a burden to my choir. And yes you may have been mumbling the words to the songs incorrectly, but unless you are adding something to the group, you are a burden. So you may want to consider contributing something to this group. Is that understood?”

     “Yeah I guess. I just don’t know what you think I can ‘contribute to this group’. I ain’t got no talent or nothing. All’s I got is drugs and street smarts man.”

     “As I heard before, you have a nice voice, which can be contributed by singing the lead to out next song, don’t you think?” 

     “No I don’t think so. If you think I’m gonna get up and sing by myself in front of God knows who, you’re crazy.”

     “Whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to sing while you’re here, so you might as well try.” she urged, grabbing sheet music and handing it to me. She sat down at the piano. “I’m assuming you’re familiar with ‘Oh Happy Day’?” I nodded in response. “So sing it” she said as she started playing the rhythm on the piano. 

     “Oh happy day” I almost mumbled. She stopped playing.

     “Sing out, nobody’s here to judge you” she started playing from the beginning again. 

     ‘Oh happy day.” I repeated, this time a little louder and clearer. “C’mon you aint gonna scare no one.”

     “Oh happy day” I sung out loudly, my voice vibrating off the walls of the tiny room. “Now you got it.”

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     I was sitting on the couch, my head on Dally’s shoulder, watching Mickey Mouse with the bois. 

     “So, Y/N, you gonna be singin’ in the choir this Sunday huh?” Soda asked, even though he already knew the answer. “Mhmm” I responded curtly, not wanting anyone else in the gang to know about it.  

     “Blimey Y/L/N, I didn’t know you were in a choir.” Two-Bit explained. “You should’ve told us Y/N, we would’ve came if it meant so much to you.”

     “Lay off it Two-Bit, it’s for community service.” I said, rolling my eyes, lighting a cigarette. That was the last thing I wanted, for all of them to show up to see me mumbling words, wearing some cloak, looking like a complete idiot. 

     “Geez Y/N, it’s not like I asked for your first born child. What’s got you so mad anyways?” he asked as if it wasn’t obvious. What part of forced to sing in a choir wasn’t he getting. I threw the pillow next to me at him lightly. Dally chuckled. 

     “Don’t get so worked up about it doll” he provoked, smirking. “Shut up Dal... What’s everyone gonna think when they see me up there, in some crusty robe. I’m supposed to be tough or something, and singing doesn’t really help with that much”

     “Oh c’mon babe, you’re doing community service hours because you’ve been to jail too many times or something like that. Everyone in there’s already scared of you.” I had to at least let a tiny smirk on my face. He was right. He always was.  “I know” he said smugly. 

     “Huh?” I questioned. “You said all that out loud doll.” Oops. “Fuck you.” I said, sticking my tongue out. 

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     It was the big day. Fun right? Yeah no. The room was almost full with people and we were about to go on. I didn’t even know people still went to church. Nope. There was no way I was doing this. There were way too many people for my liking. I would just go back to court, and take whatever excessive penalty they gave me. I may go to jail, but at least I’d have my dignity. I was just about to walk out when the teacher came up to me. 

     “You’re really about to leave right now?” she raised her eyebrow. I nodded sarcastically in response. “So all that hard work, all that time and effort, not only put in by you, but by the rest of the choir, you’re just going to throw it away? If you leave right now, not only are you screwing yourself over, but the rest of the choir, and the people who were expecting us to sing today.”

     “You can find someone better to sing my part.” I remarked.

     “Oh, so you’re scared? You’re scared they’re not going to like your voice. You’re scared you’re going to ruin your reputation. You’re scared to show them that you’re exceptionally talented. Now let me tell you something. I don’t care who’s out there today. I don’t care who’s watching or judging us. You’re going to go out there, and you’re going to sing, no matter what. Because I’m not going to let you screw over this whole choir, and more importantly, I’m not going to let you screw up your chance to have a perfectly good opportunity to do something that you may love. So today, you’re going to get up on that stage and you’re going to sing for whoever the hell may be listening. And you’re going to do it well. You owe it to us. After that I don’t give a crap what you do. You can leave and go to jail time instead. Just not today.” she demanded, leading us all out onto the stage. 

     I took my usual spot in the back, but she pulled me to the front. She gave us a 4 beat count off and the piano started. I scanned the audience. Right in the front row was the gang. Shit. I panicked. They couldn’t know about this. I was already nervous to begin with. There was no more time to worry. The teacher pointed at me, cuing me to start. I sang the lyrics quietly, and not that well. I finished the first verse.

     “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that.” She said. “Come here.” she pointed next to her in the very front. Feeling quite embarrassed I took my hands and shoved them in my pockets, staring at the floor. “You take your cues from me.”

     “la la la la la la la.” We repeated it back to her. She pointed at me. “You.”

     “la la la la la la la.” I repeated the tune. “Sing it”

     “Oh happy day.” I sung, this time loud and clearly. You could feel the tone in the room shift. “Oh happy day” people looked up in shock, maybe because I was singing it, or maybe because we sounded really good. “When Jesus washed. When Jesus washed. When, my Jesus washed, he washed my sins away.” I threw a couple riffs in there to make it fancy. 

     “la la la la la la la.” we sung this warm up again a few times. “Let’s party.” the teacher said. “He taught me how” we sang in harmony, as we clapped on the second and fourth beat. “Oh he taught me how” I walked toward the front of the stage even more, the simple rhythm moving me. “To wash, to wash” I repeated from the background melody. “And live rejoicing. Yes he did. Oh yeah. Every, everyday.” I continued. The melody went down a key. “Oh, oh, happy day. Oh happy day yeah. When Jesus washed. When my Jesus washed. When Jesus washed.” I went into my falsetto. I finally gained the courage to look over at the gang. Soda’s jaw dropped, and Dally just sat there with a look in his eyes that I just couldn’t place, but they all definitely looked surprised. The crowd even started clapping, midst performance. I couldn’t help but smile. “My sins away. Oh you know I’m talkin’ bout happy days. Oh yeah. Sing it. Sing it. Sing it. Yeah. C’mon. Oh happy day.” We all finished, arms up in the shape of a v. The crowd erupted in applause, standing up too. Wow. I never expected such a positive reaction. We all took our bows and headed off back stage. 

     I changed back into my greaser attire, and headed out in search of the gang. I found them quick, easily spotting Darry. The second I reached them they all swarmed on top of me. Steve pulled me under his arm, pretending to hit me on the head with his fist. 

     “Damn, Y/N, you never told us you could sing like that” Darry marveled. “Any other things you’ve been keeping from us, like a secret son or somethin’” Two-Bit joked. They all continued like this for a while, until Dally interrupted. 

     “Alright, alright. Damn I can’t even talk to my own girl with all you bums around.” but even he couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah c’mon guys, let Y/N go talk to her boyfriendddd.” Soda started. “ooooooooh” they all joined in. “Oh shut up.” I said playfully, shooing them off with my hand. Dally walked me out to his car, his arm slung over my shoulder. He opened and closed my car door and then went around to get in. 

     “Look man, you know I’m not good at this type of shit but, Goddamn Y/N. You never told me you had a voice like that. Man I ain’t exaggerating when I say that you have the most beautiful voice I ever heard. Shit, I never knew my babygirl was so talented.” he took his eyes off the road to give me a quick kiss. I was smiling so much by then. The car swerved, almost hitting a tree. 

     “Dally!” I almost screamed while laughing. “What baby, it’s only a tree.” he was laughing too.  

     “I guess community service ain’t so bad after all.”

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[space-unicorn-dot]

Oh, hey! I’ve been meaning to do this thing for a while since I first saw it and I keep forgetting, so thanks to @stormiesquall for the tag! And this also solved my crisis of what to do first in the morning! I’m also still hella in the mood for tumblr dev, so if you have any more questions or ideas for any of my sso ocs, go hit up their sideblogs with an ask, kids!

[name] dot, we’re gonna say. cause i’m still a wee bit uncomfortable just sharing that unless its close friends.

[sign] gemini

[height] 5′ 4�� ish.

[put your songs on shuffle and & list the first four]

going from my “general playlist” on spotify cause it’s where i dump anything and everything i enjoy. (dear god it pulled songs i haven’t listened to in a while, way to call me out, spotify)

all star // smash mouth

setting sun // miracle of sound - an rdr2 inspired song

drunk on a plane // dierks bentley

fuck this shit, i’m out

hey. you wanted honesty. i swear, there’s actual shit on here. but sometimes, you just gotta have a good meme song.

[grab the nearest book, go to page 23. what’s the 17th line?]

“your goal here is to control it by pulling the rod left or right in the [line 18, opposite direction to the movement of the fish].”

this book happens to by my official guide to red dead redemption 2, hard back, collector’s edition, if i remember correctly. and page 23 happens to be about the fishing mechanic.

it’s actually really relaxing. i’m not much for that sort of outdoorsy hunty stuff irl, but the few times I’ve done fishing in rdr2 have been really fun. i should do more of it. Let arthur have some arthur time away from camp idiots like micah, i mean, what?

[had a song or poem written about you?]

maybe? i did creative writing in high school for two years, and there was lots of poetry involved in my second year. we had lots of good times no matter what we wrote, and that was really the best part. i loved that class and all we shared in it.

[when was the last time you played air guitar?]

fucc, i dunno. probably coming home from work one night cause we listen to the radio a lot. if my mom doesn’t decide to talk my ear off. so probably within the last week or two.

[do you believe in ghosts?]

i don’t know. i’m a baby when it comes to anything horror, so, usually, i don’t like thinking about it because people like to portray the spooky scary of it, and if i think about, i scare myself thinking about those ghosts. but maybe. i’m also not religious, so like... i don’t know? i think it’s possible there could be, like, spirits that have unfinished business, or like they stay behind to look after someone, you know?

[do you believe in aliens?]

do i actively think about whether or not i believe in aliens? no. do i believe in aliens in, like, the sci-fi sort of sense? eh, not particularly, but in the whole concept of some sort of life out there on another planet? sure. why not? just because earth is perfect for us and we’re so widespread on this planet, that doesn’t mean that some sort of life out there somewhere else doesn’t exist. Microorganisms are fucking everywhere here, after all, and plenty are important in several natural processes.

[do you drive? if you do, have you ever been in an accident?]

i have a permit, but i haven’t done a lot of driving. i’m talking like around the block and in a parking lot kind of driving. i don’t think i’ve personally been in anything too bad that i can remember as a passenger? scrapes and dings, yes, but nothing that wasn’t ~easily resolved.

[last book you read? actual book?]

fuck, i also don’t know this one. i do like to read, i just... don’t do a whole lot of it now that i’m not in school. i think, oh god...

i mean, technically, i’ve read out of my rdr2 guide as needed and, of course, continue to do so when i want to reference something.

but the last book i remember reading is the first book in the warriors series about the origins of the clans? like, the one about the tribe splitting up and the group from the tribe travelling to the area the clans lived. i’d get up and go grab the title and series name exact, but i’m lazy cause i’m under a really comfy blanket. >.>

[do you like the smell of gasoline?]

i’m gonna be the odd one out and say kind of, actually. sometimes, not so much, but, usually, i don’t mind it. would i want to spend loads of time around it? fuck, no, but in a gas station, i’ve found it like... idk, interesting, how it smells, i guess?

[what was the last movie you saw?]

i literally had to look up a 2018 release schedule to figure it out, y i k e s. the last movie i think i saw in a theater was the nutcracker and the four realms. i intended to see more, but my mom and i are actually horrible at making plans and sticking to them when it comes to going out to see movies?

the last movie i watched though was... i think sherlock holmes (2009), with robert downey, jr. and jude law. i love that movie.

[do you have any obsessions right now?]

star stable online is like my ongoing obsession, and red dead redemption 2 - mostly arthur morgan is a good character and i’m still not over how pretty the game is and i’ve had it since release.

[do you tend to hold grudges?]

i don’t know, i don’t think so. tldr, i have a fucked relationship with my biological dad that took me maybe three or four years to finally cough up that i wanted him the fuck out of my life cause he was a toxic, negative influence, and i still want nothing to fucking do with him for good reason. i’d like to think most of the people i purposely cut out of my life are for something like that, not because of some dumb grudge. i was way too fucking forgiving for way too long in that case, so... i just. i don’t think i do grudges. if you’re bringing me down and otherwise being more of a bad influence and energy in my life than a good one, i won’t want to be around you. that’s what i do. if you hurt my friends, i’m going to keep that in mind.

that one bad experience i kept going for too long was just too much for me to not be hesitant and careful now when you really hurt me or someone i trust. i don’t have time to give twenty undeserved second chances, especially doing so much better like i am now, far away from all that.

sorry that got a little personal, but i mean... hey, it’s a personal ask. might as well be honest.

[are you in a relationship right now?]

fuck nooooooooooooooo, as friends and i would say memeingly. i’m very asexual when it comes to me things, and i’ve honestly just... never been interested in anyone that way. not seriously. i was the one in high school to hear all my friends’ relationship woes and think to myself “i don’t need that kinda extra added bs stress, i have enough to worry about.”

and i like to joke that being single = more pizza for me, myself, and i when i want pizza, so that is a definite plus.

so tldr, no, and i’m not interested. i’m happy being a single pringle.

[otonai]

Tagged

™ Getting to know 92 facts about me hmmm yum yum

rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. at the end, choose 25 people to tag!

tagged by: @dimsumdamsel​ ur gr8 thanks m8

LAST… [1] drink: water [2] phone call: made to my friend who never answered me. [3] text message: Amy @sugafree-hoshi​ her blog ded tho [4] song you listened to:  The 7th Sense by NCT U pls support my sons on Limitless. [5] time you cried:  like....yesterday. I just wanted to cry. 

HAVE YOU EVER… [6] dated someone twice: support Twice buy Knock Knock on iTunes never even dated someone once what u talking about [8] kissed someone and regretted it: I shouldn’t have kissed my mom that one time got a mouthful of foundation powder thanks mom. [9] lost someone special: no and hope not any time soon either. [10] been depressed: I’m a constantly suffering man and these are my suffering hands. Not to the point of medication but I cry every other day and struggle to find purpose in life so I just sleep it off and not get anything done wow. [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: I tasted one drop of beer when I was 5 and was like nope y’all nasty I ain’t never drinking that.

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12]Pastel Pink [13] purple/lavender [14] Sapphire blue amirite

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

[15] made new friends: Yes omg [16] fallen out of love: i wish [17] laughed until you cried: nah man laughing is about the only thing that doesn’t make me cry. [18] found out someone was talking about you: Don’t relate -_- [19] met someone who changed you: I am a rock. unchangeable. However someone did change my grades thx [20] found out who your true friends are: yeah all 2 of my friends. jk they all real oh god why am i like this  [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: I only use my Facebook to vote so there’s nobody on the list.......other than my parents.

GENERAL… [22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: 1. My step-dad. [23] do you have any pets: Meowler [24] do you want to change your name: Maybe to Lillian or Lilliputian lol can you imagine [25] what did you do for your last birthday: don’t remember. [26] what time did you wake up: 6am [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: Pokemon Mooning [28] name something you cannot wait for: Summer, graduation, a date. [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: an hour ago? [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i gotta stop procrastinating hollyyyyyyy shitttt [31] what are you listening to right now: the sound of my laptop’s fans on full blast wow lil engines in there [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: yeah.......rather not....  [33] something that is getting on your nerves: i really gotta do the laundry. [34] most visited website: the tumbler blog and youtube woohoo [35] elementary: i wish i kept in contact with my elementary school friends man i miss ‘em. [36] high school: death [37] college: haven’t started so don’t relate. I am young. [38] hair color: darkest possible black ™ Since it’s trademarked maybe the second darkest black then.  [39] long or short hair: it’s like.... mediocre length. Not long but not short either.....just like me. [40] do you have a crush on someone: I did have one but I guess it’s fading out hopefully. [41] what do you like about yourself?: nah [42] piercings: none [43] blood type: idk man [44] nickname: I get called strange things yet I don’t remember any. [45] relationship status: single wow what a surprise [46] zodiac sign: aries/pisces [47] pronouns: she/her [48] fav tv show: i watch Jeopardy occasionally. Sometimes I watch Supernatural and some random anime. [49] tattoos: None.Needles scare me. [50] right or left handed: right handed

FIRST… [51] surgery: had a surgery on my nose when I was like 7 [52] piercing: none my earlobes are virgins. [53] best friend: My best friends seemed to always be better friends with somebody else :/ I think it was probably Devon that I first opened up to. Where u at now fam I miss u. [54] sport: I like to watch Yuri on Ice and Kuroko no Basket [55] vacation: To Sichuan in 2002? Don’t know if it counts as a vacation tho. If not my family went to Dalian on the beach in 2006 it was great. [56] pair of trainers:wtf are trainers

RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: nothing [58] drinking: nothing [59] i’m about to: do art project [60] listening to:  nothing [61] waiting for: salavation [62] want: to get all the assignments over with [63] get married: probably eventually I mean [64] career: professional sufferer. Amateur student.

WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: hugs  [66] lips or eyes: I like looking at eyes [67] shorter or taller: taller ppl so i can crash into their chest/boobs instead of accidentally headbutting them.  [68] older or younger: If they younger than me they a fetus. [69] romantic or spontaneous: don’t relate to either. Never had a crush like me back before. [70] nice arms or nice stomach: arms!!! I like looking at forearms!!!! [71] sensitive or loud: I like outgoing and funny people but it’s cool if they got a soft side. [72] hook up or relationship: don’t relate lmao [73] troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant pls catch me when i make mistakes

HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? no  [75] drank hard liquor? no [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? I lost my glasses for half a year and was fine bc I am barely near sighted. They turned up after I cleaned my room. [77] turned someone down: yeah man [78] sex on first date? date.....?d.....ate? what is a date? [79] broken someone’s heart? I have no clue. Sorry if I did it wasn’t my intention and I didn’t even know. [80] had your own heart broken? Felt pretty crushed but I guess it wasn’t bad. [81] been arrested? no wow [82] cried when someone died? Idk.....my memories blocked the bad times. Probably tho. [83] fallen for a friend: no.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

[84] yourself? nah man who is she don’t know her [85] miracles? yes my grades are a miracle. [86] love at first sight? I mean you can be really attracted to each other but it’s not love until you get to know each other. [87] santa claus? st.nick was a real man.  [88] kiss on the first date? no.... i mean idk bc i never been on a date. [89] angels? Have you seen NCT I would like to

OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: Amy probably. More like my only friend. [91] eye colour: dark brown [92] favourite movie: Ghibli movies I think I watched Howl’s Moving Castle a good eleven times.

I tag @sharks-in-fishnet-leggings @foreverpersonafan idk do it if u want have a blast

[urheavenlylux]

Okay okay I agree with you on most stuff. But I gotta say some things. (Every thing I didn’t cover assume I agree with)

*me continuing an arguement I shouldn’t be in round 2*

•”it’s good you don’t ship it as an otp”

-hey either way it doesn’t really matter. Who cares if someone ships it hardcore (I ain’t gonna repeat everything I said last post lmao too lazy) but seriously. Come on. It doesn’t fucking have that big of an impression on people. If you don’t like it ignore it. It’s not promoting pedophelia in real life. If you ignore the warnings or tags and read the shit anyways, it’s not really the creator’s fault, it’s yours for reading it. And yes, sadly kids may get an impression from this. But also they can get an impression from anything. If they search “bdsm or daddy kink” on tumblr is it the people posting its fault that the child saw that or the child’s fault? The child’s fault (the parents who didn’t block that shit mostly). If the child knows what they should and should not do in real life, then it’s fine for them to fictionally fantasize lmao. (Even kids have kinks haha) It’s fine for kids to be attracted to this stuff as long as they know they shouldn’t go dating older people.

•”it’s revolting to like violent sex between an abused child and demon who tormented him to”

-lmao seb forced him too? That sounds like sum good kinky noncon if ya know what I mean? That kinks kinda cute tbh I would read the shit outa that. Might be “revolting”. Idk don’t really care I myself am pretty revolting too hahaha. (Just joking... lightening up the mood a lil ya know this shit makes my brain hurt owww). Who says people who’ve been abused in the past can’t like “violent sex” hahaha. (Idk what I’m even saying anymore)

•”they don’t like it when I’m saying facts that are cannon”

- bruh people can have headcannons/ aus that are completely non cannon. I think they are mad at you saying their shit is nasty, not that it’s non cannon because we all know sebaciel doesn’t exist in cannon lmao. What I’m saying is liking things that aren’t cannon is valid. It shouldn’t be seen as not liking the facts of the true cannon story.

•”don’t interact with me’ is not an insult”

-ya I agree it isn’t. I was just saying a life where you’re basically saying ‘don’t fucking talk to me/ do anything to me because you like a pairing that I don’t agree with’ is really sad😭. What a sad existence, with a mentality that people with differing opinions should not interact with you. Sorry to be rude, but it’s plain ignorance. (Yeesh now I sound super harsh😢) they don’t want sebaciel shit shoved in their face? Totally okay, me neither. A decent person would not send that shit to them on purpose just to annoy them. Just block the tag or something. (Lmao “block the tag, not the person” should be a new catchphrase haha)

To to be honest idk what I’m even sayin anymorrreeeee I should stop😂😂

can’t believe some people are still supporting seba///ciel in 2018

🔪seba//ciel shippers don’t interact🔪

[tehohaews]

tagged by my second favorite but ex pie blog 😭😭😭 @billkinsdancing user ipytm come back i miss you sm 🤧🤧 oh and also my favorite teddy bear @mixmetawin love ya bestie 💞💞

1. why did you choose your url?

Atots supremacy 😔✊ but no lol. I liked my prev url,seetians a lot, it was cute 🥺. But after the finale i had a lot of phutian feels and i wanted smth related to phutian. But all the pretty urls were taken 😭 so i was just trying combinations one day and i was like haha i bet the Ataleofthousandstars one is taken but still let me try it and then i got it!?!//! Helllpppp. But also yes atots supremacy 😔✊ i wanted to change it again but i feel a lot of ppl associate me with this url now so 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️ i dont want anyone to forget me

2. any sideblogs?

Atotsweek 😚😚 but tbh sideblogs are difficult to manage and jdjddj when someone likes the atotsweek posts from this blog, I get notifications for both blogs dudjdu its confusing 😩. Also i have to check everytime which blog im reblogging on. Anyway other than that I have 3 other sideblogs but i use those for saving textposts and resources and such so they are useless.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

11 months 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️ gonna be a year next month 😩 im smoll okay!!

4. do you have a queue tag?

#q 😩 but i want to have a tag for my son Q with the fabulous bluenails but what do i do help 😩😩 his name is my queue tag

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

Diidjdsijs i almost forgot about this omg. So I bought a new phone and then was like let me download many apps so that I'll look cool and cultured 🤪. But then after 5 months or so i was like im never gonna use all of these apps so i started deleting them and then i saw tumblr and went oohh whats this let me take a look and opened an account djdjjdjs. And I was in a sfh hyperfixation that time so i stayed for the sfh posts and then I watched h3 trapped (my first bl) > watched wyel > made content for wyel > somehow found 2g by gifs and the rest is history 😌

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I found a lot of cool designs on pinterest and was like what if I use these ideas for my icon 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️ and tehohaew supremacy ofc 💞💞

7. why did you choose your header?

Cause im lazy and I literally giffed only that scene from ep2. And then i posted it TWICE and made it my header too. Work smarter not harder 😌 but also i like that shot? Like this is the equivalent of the sunset shot of itsay ep5 and i like it. Plus i added sparkles OBVIOUSLY but you cant see them unless you take a close look on it

8. whats your post with the most notes?

This 2g one but if we're talking about gifsets than the atots collage 💞

9. how many mutuals do you have?

I have no idea. I'm bad at following people back and sometimes I just let it be 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️ sorry besties, if we're not mutuals its not on purpose i just dont know that i dont follow you. Plus I tend to follow blogs who rb content from the 3 shows I watched so 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️yeah i dont follow a lot of ppl. But if I ever talked to you it means we are mutuals and i love you with my entire heart 💞💞

10. how many followers do you have?

🐓🐓🐓

11. how many people do you follow?

No idea

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

Everyday bestie 😚

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

More like each minute 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️ i wish there was a way you could deactivate your blog without deleting it

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Idk. Maybe? Maybe not? I tend to block people i dont like so 🤷‍♀️

15. how do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts? 

I rarely come across those

16. do you like tag games?

Yes 💞 but I only do it if I'm super bored and if I like the game(like this one).I love it when others think of me and tag me though 🥺

17. do you like ask games?

I like fandom related ask games. If you ask me to tell me 3 things about myself it will take me 3 months to answer 😭😭 I actually have a lot of asks in my inbox about that and I havent answered them, I'm sorry my mind is blank when it comes to personal questions 😭😭😭

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Everyone who gets atleast one note on their shitposting

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

I would say Ellis but they havent talked to me in like almost a week and I'm sad and lonely 😩 Ellis come back, drop out of school and go to the beach with me 🥺💞 other than that I dont think so? Does @ppdchickencoop count? 🥰🥰