#idk ya'll sorry to rant

[crownedinmarigolds]

On Facebook the friends I once had in high school that grew into Republicans (unfriended fast because it makes my argumentative side flare up) are sharing pictures of JD Vance's daughter with band-aids on her fingers and just cooing and awwing at the fact there are sweet little kids in the White House again and it's all I can do just to sit there and seethe at them. Girl, your husband is literally an immigrant from Italy...... is your family actually safe? Or are you confident he's the correct kind of immigrant? But nah, the aesthetic of the party is the most important part, isn't it?

[chelleisamazing]

You know that meme which goes "things that would send a victorian child into a coma" etc? Well, I'm a bayern fan til I die but sometimes I see the things we complain about in here and think some of ya'll would go into a coma if you supported any other 'normal' club

[inklore]

— CELEBRATING TWO YEARS OF LOVE.

let's pretend that i posted this on the real anniversary date (july 18th) and not a few weeks late ok. but i'm still shell shocked i honestly stayed around on here for this long, seeing as how i've been on this hellsite for over ten years maybe even longer, have left many blogs and sideblogs behind, but have stayed put on here for longer than it feels. even through all the craziness and friends gained and lost. i have not grown sick of this place and i know it's all because of my mutuals (and followers) aka the most beautiful, hilarious, talented souls anyone could ask to have on their side.

whether we are friends or have never spoken i love you, i adore you. thank you for making my time spent on here worth it even when times get tough and this little hobby of ours seems more like a stressful nine to five.

@deathmotif, @authurials, @theauthorvt, +annie — hey remember when we all met on wp and i started that silly little michael langdon gc on kik and it was a dozen of us in there but then it soon dwindled down to us five and kik was on the verge of imploding and we all moved over to snap and now we literally all talk every day, if not every other??! my day isn't complete without seeing one of you sending an unhinged video in the gc. IT'S BEEN SIX YEARS with you guys in my life and you know me better than anyone. i can tell you my darkest secrets, traumas, thoughts, and there's no judgment. it's literally the most healthy friend group ever. i'm forcing ya'll to dress up as barbie's for my bachelorette party, like you're stuck with me. barbie is serious. just as serious as my love is for each and every one of you. when i think about my life and future you guys are always in it. idk if we should thank cody fern or the antichrist or both. but whoever brought us together in this life i hope they do it in the next because life without y'all would suck.

@psychedelic-ink — you should already know how much i love you, but let me remind you, let me go on for ever and tell you how special you are to me ok. when i was balling my eyes out on the phone/discord you were there to listen to me be a blubbering mess, you were there to talk me down, to listen, to validate my feelings. when i need someone to be motivating and get shit done with me you're there. when i need to rant about something horny you're there to encourage the unhinged. our discord sleepovers are my favorite thing in the world. i'm still shocked when i think back to our casual messages on here turning into a friendship so close and tight that my man spent over $100 to send you a magazine (without question) because he knows how much you mean to me. you have my heart always!

@pedrito-friskito — i have the most vivid memory of me and sil talking about you on discord and how great you were and i was like um?? i wanna be friends with kay! so after we got off of the phone i messaged you and then before i knew it me, you, and sil were in a gc together and the rest is history. i love that you and i like to disappear without a word sometimes but always come back like lol sorry but here's this love and support and encouragement and let me just life update you but also make you horny with this thought, and sil just puts up with us and i love it. ily. i'm forever forcing you to write and publish every story you write because you're going to put sjm to shame with the beauty your brain comes up with.

@tom-whore-dleston — i know i'm the worst at replying but you never make me feel bad for it. you're like 'oh yeah her adhd brain will get back to this text in 2 to 3 business weeks it's ok', and i love you for it. but no seriously ily so much. you're the first person i think of when all i can think about is dick because i know you're thinking the same thing. i know you'll understand. every time i see you post on social media i'm like wtf?? why am i halfway across the states and not with the loml right now?? it's truly unfair because i know if we were together we'd be the most chaotic, loud, sluttiest duo ever. your talent always amazes me, your beauty makes me jealous. both of our partners better watch out because i'ma run away with you one day i swear!

@chaseadrian — the fact that we grew close in a fandom that i despise now and is more toxic than not and a beautiful friendship came out of it?? iconic. every time i think about you all i can think is 'they just seems like they have everything all together, their ideas, their graphics, their mind, the way they speak is like talking to that really cool english teacher' like lmao i cannot explain how much i want your vibe. i adore your vibe. i ADORE YOU.

@greenorangevioletgrass — as one of my first friends on this little blog of mine i feel like i need to do more than put into words how much i adore you, how grateful i am to call you a friend, to be a part of your presence on here. hearing your ideas, your living breathing fic-like life is serotonin to me. like please share in the sexy wealth bestie!

@sapphireplums — when i see you in my inbox i literally get this overjoyed feeling inside me like charity thought about me today?? took time out of her day to send me something?? i'm blessed. i hope you and your beautiful mind are thriving bestie because you're literally one of the nicest, softest, people i've met on here and i'm in your corner if you ever need me. to show you love and support. to continue to convince you that your themes will always be more superior than mine!!

@rae-gar-targaryen — if success and talent and beautiful prose (and face) was an olympic sport you would have won by now. you HAVE won. we may not talk as much as we used to but just know that i always am thinking about how you are, waiting patiently for you to bless us with more of your fics (even if it's a crumb i'm like a little mouse savoring it because hello?? emily henry who? she got nothing on you). as my lawyer i love knowing if i needed you you'd be there with a simple text, as my bestie, as someone i look up to, as someone who radiates elegance and something else i can't even put into words because that's literally how you leave me, speechless: never change and know i'm always here for you.

@allaboardthereadingrailroad, @littledemondani, @wroteclassicaly — the three of you were those 'big' accounts that always intimated me. i stood in the background reading your stuff and being like ok they're going to put me out of business and then being absolutely shook when you followed me, i felt like i made it. like this was what being on here was all about having the accounts you find the most talented and amazing, and who have wrote some of your fav fics, follow you. and we may not talk a lot but i cherish you guys so so very much. like even before i made this account, on my old accounts, i've always been your #1 fans!!

@kittyofalltrades, @namorwife, @yoditopascal — i may have all but died out and disappeared from the discord server, and we may not talk anymore, but some of my best memories are with you guys. the unhinged, the thirst, the games, the rantings, i've never been more entertained and chaotic and rowdy than i was with ya'll and i love it. i miss it. ya'll are still my favorite people, my loves, my besties. one day i will be horny over the same characters as ya'll again and you'll be annoyed with my thirst again.

@eupheme, @tripleyeeet, @wint3r-h3art, @ohcaptains, @celestianstars, @flordeamatista — if there were ever a group of beautiful people i constantly compare myself to because the way they write, the way their themes look, the way their fic layouts / set ups look, their graphics, their vibes, their talent, their so many damn things: it would be ya'll. like i'm constantly like how do i get on their level? like i know there's not levels on here and everyone is so uniquely special and amazing at what they write and do and make, but i'm always in the trenches of devoting and heart eyes over EVERYTHING ya'll post. ya'll are the cool art kids i want to hangout with but instead i'm screaming in cheer in the silent museum where your creations should be showcased.

@mothdruid, @moonlight-prose, @moondirti, @angrythingstarlight, @amywritesthings, @oncasette, @withahappyrefrain, @navybrat817, @bakerstreethound, @villenelle, @refined-by-fire, @ladylannisterxo, @emerald-chaos, @mxgyver, @foli-vora, @jettia, @moreofem, @bits-and-babs, @woodlandmouth, @fluffyprettykitty, @cocoamoonmalfoy, @galatially, @ladylannisterxo, @saintlike78, @buckys-estrella, @ghostlyfleur, @arctvrvs — through the two years of me being on here i have had the pleasure, the joy, of talking to each of you. whether that be screaming in asks, inboxs, discords, pms, where we were hyping each other up, sharing ideas, support, check ups, screaming over each others fics, whatever it may be. there has been love and support and every time i see ya'll in my notfis, reading my stuff, your thirst posts or rant posts or your rbs, i'm always grateful to see it. for it. to be a part of it. but most importantly i'm like: hello why are we not closer?? why do i not bombard them with my love?? annoy them with it so much so that they have no choice but to be my bestie and feel all the doormat love and support that i'm constantly feeling when i see their little icons and usernames. so this is me both saying i adore you, ily, we may not talk as much as i wished but i'm here supporting and loving everything you do and beware that i will annoy you with my love when you least expect it and soon you'll be wishing for me to get out of your pms. you have a friend in me, a supporter, a hyper, seriously i got lucky with y'all being my mutuals <3.

there's so many other babes that i'm missing but tumblr has a tag limit so i couldn't get everyone on this list but just know ily ily literally every single one of my mutuals is a gift from god to me. you put up with my posts and insanity, i have no choice but to give ya'll my whole ass heart!!!!

[lunabug2004]

I just saw someone say that My Love Mix-Up might be GeminiFourth's last show as a BL couple and even tho I'm not sure if I believe it, just thinking about it makes me so so sad.

I'm a new fan (of both of them acting individually and acting as a couple), having just watched My School President and immediately getting obsessed, so if MLMU is the only show I'll be able to witness in real time with these two as the lead, idk it just makes me really sad. It would also be disappointing because I hope they get more than just two highschool puppy-love series as the main cp and a mini series as a side cp. They have so much more potential (tho I do love the two of these shows that are out probably too much).

Anyways, if it does end up being the case I'll still be happy for them cuz they are both incredible actors and musicians and deserve the absolute best! I'll just also be kicking myself for being so late to the party...

Sorry ya'll I've been thinking about this since I saw it and so I just had to rant a little to get it out of my system :)

[meilon-soda]

Just some random updates lol life stuff I guess. Lately I've been working on lots of merch stuff ideas for my sh0pee, and as much as I sincerely appreciate all the kind messages there, the Cs there is absolutely garbage lol like these days I don't even know if I should consider that cs , they don't adress issues well even though the fees they ask for is higher now. So I've been thinking a lot about how long can I keep stomaching these mental stress because it's unfair for us sellers tbh. They don't even care if it's the riders/couriers fault for not picking the packages up on time and still gives blame and penalty to innocent sellers. They even give passive copy pasted answers and calls the situation "solved ". ..Anyways I think I'll be shifting focus to commission work now and Illustration again , because realistically speaking it's what pays the bills and meds I need , the shop is just there because i was wishfully thinking it would help out but from the looks of it, it ain't much if barely lol more headache to me than fun sadly 🙃 so idk how long I could keep that shit up 🙃🙃 sorry for the rant but I hope ya'll are doing well, thank you again as always for the kind msgs, reblogs etc I really appreciate them all. Take care and stay safe friends and have a lovely rest of the week ahead!!

XOXO,

-Mei

[yourhighness6]

I Just Listened to the First Episode of Braving the Elements and I Know I'm Late to the Party but I Have Very Incoherent, Babbling Thoughts About It

(now that I heard Janet and Dante talking I needed to draw young Zuko and Korra. I think they'd be friends. Like, they'd get into fights [with Sokka, too] about who's muscles are more impressive and dumb jock stuff like that. Their respective girlfriends would be so tired.)

Anyway, I think the UGGs ad was a great way to start this out. Really set the tone. I'm also vibing to the theme music cuz I literally haven't listened to it since I rewatched the finale a couple of weeks ago.

[I had no idea Dante Basco was in a dance group as a child I'm laughing for no reason now. I shouldn't judge though I was a drama kid too lol]

I feel like they're doing the whole "the LIGHTS, the CAMERA, the CINEMATOGRAPHY" thing while they're talking about the opening scene. you know what, i'm fine with it.

Basically them:

"Kataang."

"...And I digress,"

The animal crossing segment is cute Appa finally getting the appreciation he deserves

"thINgS HapPEn SoMEtiMeS" has the same energy as Zuko telling Suki "oh, sorry about that" when she reminded him he burned down her village

"I love GranGran" do you Zuko? DO you??

(jk they get along after the war when he apologizes properly)

Aww they brought up Greta Thomburg. I forgot how old this podcast is, but that was a really great message about how the young are the ones saving us and stuff. As a Zoomer [do people still say that?] I can say confidently most of us have no idea what we're doing but we're opinionated and we're here and we're ready to fight for the environment and social justice and shit

HE SWORE

HE SWORE TWICE

HE SWORE THREE TIMES IN LESS THAN TWO MINUTES

Idk about ya'll but I don't think Nick should be letting Mr. Basco represent them I mean that was like three whole "damn"s that is some inappropriate behavior right there

"they're people of privilege" This hit me so hard for no reason. Like it's really obvious, especially in Book 2, that despite all of the abuse Zuko went through he was still in that whole royalty mindset where he basically expects things to be handed to him for most of his arc.

I mean, yeah, that speaks for itself, and there are other instances too. I think Zuko's arc largely corrects a lot of his entitlement, which is a great thing to see throughout the series, but IROH. For some insane reason, maybe because he's very wise and seems content with the little things in life and is basically trying to oppose books 1 and 2 Zuko in every way possible, I never really thought of him as privileged but now it's so obvious that he is. IDK I think that was an interesting thing to point out. It almost makes me value Iroh more because he obviously had to go through a similar journey to Zuko's unlearning all of the arrogance that came with his position and came out of it on the other side as a kind, wise individual who cares deeply for other people and puts the fate of the world before his own. Still interesting to think about on my next rewatch of B1 though, I'll have to start looking out for those behaviors in Iroh.

ANYWAY

Dante Basco, trying so hard to be impartial: "Kataang!"

Janet Varney, one with Zutara nation, apparently: "Meh"

OMG THEY TALKED ABOUT THE SPYGLASS!! I know that scene with Zuko standing on the boat was supposed to be all suspenseful and scary and everything

But I just laugh

I can imagine Aang being like "Aww Zuzu thanks for noticing"

OMG I love Katara finally getting some recognition!! Like there's this meme about the world being saved by "nagging" or whatever and it kind of annoys me. Like, she's calling Sokka out on all of his sexist behavior and that's "nagging"??

Let's be honest it's because she gets kind of "emotional".

Whatever. She deserves to be emotional. Let's be honest the Avatar world was saved by Katara deciding she was done putting up with her brother being a misogynistic ass. [END RANT]

Okay, honestly, I liked it. It was funny, it was cute, I can see it being good, I'll keep listening to it... But, I felt like we were only getting surface level thoughts? There were a few moments where I was like "GODDAMMIT JUST SAY WHAT YOU THINK" which is kind of annoying on a podcast that's supposed to be reviewing the episodes. Like, really? That heavy pause after Dante mentioned Kataang? Janet hesitating to say what she thought when it came up again? C'mon guys, I know you don't want to start anything but the ship wars are not stopping no matter what any of us do at this point because there will always be people on both sides of the war that are toxic and like to start drama. They're not saying everything they want to about the ships and that's a fact. We know it. They know it. Bryke knows it. Also, Dante having not read the series bible was funny but it's only going to be a good joke for so long. Know your shit if you're doing a podcast on it.

I might just be complaining because I need to complain, it's only the first episode, after all, so I want to be clear that I really did like it. 10/10 would recommend, I just hope they maybe get more into the fandom stuff as we go along instead of just looking at the episode. Dig a little deeper, discuss controversial stuff, have a little fun with it, READ THE SERIES BIBLE.

(btw I might make more Korra and young Zuko fanart. It was fun, and now I have ideas for them meeting in some weird spirit world thing)

[youredreamingofroo]

Ya'll... I think I might start a new story, I have a... basic concept of what I want it to be like, and I already have a name (under the impression that I don't suddenly do a 180), I just need to do like... all the writing and make the characters LMFAO It's gonna be a little on the dreary side and dark (which is the kind of writing/genre i aspire to write about, also means I'm gonna have to redo my personal reshade that ive been cooking for like... 3 or 4 months... 😭)-

in the meantime, I might start working on gussying up my navi post (and by gussy up, i mean completely redo) because as nice as it is, it's, idk, a little outdated (i guess), I have an idea for a new theme except i'm either going to a) put it in the drafts and wait til I start the new story to post it so the info is all there or b) make it and then post it and when i start the new story, edit it and put the tags and stuff in for the story.

ALSO might do a name change cuz... this name came from WAYYY before i joined simblr, and its got a charm to it, but i dont rlly like it anymore,, it just dont sit with me the same way that it used to lmao

*(writing this after i posted cuz i forgot to say this - its under the cut and in regards to NSB with the new story - it also kinda turned into a rant lmfao) TL:DR for ppl who don't wanna read my stupid fucking rant: NSB is prob gonna go on a hiatus regardless of if i start a new story, cuz as much as I love it, it's started to feel like a chore and less of smth i enjoy (even tho, like I said, I rlly enjoy/love it) Sorry to my NSB enjoyers out there.

regarding NSB, yes it will probably go on hiatus when making this story bec writing is already kinda exhausting for me as well as editing and NSB has progressively became more and more story-driven than gameplay-driven, and especially after these three days, im kinda burnt out from NSB, i know i just left it off on a cliffhanger with the new baby, but to be honest, I don't wanna deal with another child, i barely get by dealing with the four, and dealing with toddlers> are so fucking annoying cuz of the Sim AI, which in and of itself is just demotivating, i do REALLY love not so berry, i love the story ive created with it, but i guess im just tired of playing the same generation for so long, not to mention the fact that i made it a rags to riches challenge, i know i didnt have to but i prefer to, and bc of that, i havent been able to properly decorate, and i dont really wanna go back on myself, if i decide to continue NSB, i will probably take the RTR rules away since its so annoying to deal with having like, 1000 simoleans all the damn time. Also, i've been planning what to do for generation 3 since catty gave birth, but i had to put NSB on a hiatus bc of a stupid glitch and was only recently able to start it up again, and I still havent moved onto the next gen. I kinda lost the plot with that rant, but basically, NSB will probably go on hiatus, regardless of the new story, I've been wanting to dwell more on Roo and his whole story and the people in his universe and after a bit, NSB has started to, as much as I love it and the storytelling and whatever, feel like a chore, which kinda hurts to say, but its true. Sorry to any of my not so berry enjoyers out there

[claralouvette]

im just going to express and vent some feelings, but ya'll can just avoid

will someone care? well idk

im just tired, and i felt like crying, ending the term in a mid notes. I did passed two of my main extreme exams, got into a scholarship, but im left drained and unmotivated because people around the community doesn't believe in me, except my parents (mom i love you thank you so much for everything)...

I'm a student council with a position of second year batch representative on my architecture community and were in a middle of finding a new people to replace us. I'm was planning to run as a third year batch rep, because i really enjoy interacting with students and helping them (even tho its still getting annoying with the repetitive questions/ concerns) but i still enjoyed helping them, you could feel how thankful they are when you helped them. but inside the student council they didn't believe in my potential because i was mainly inactive on the events at school, only within reach on messages, i can agree i cant always be at school because of the 3 hour travel time (you may just say "well get a dorm" i dont have enough budget for that.) but i still try my best to help the students, but they dont see that. I'm tired whever there are meeting, i can just feel that im not welcome anymore, is it just because im not always activine in such events???, sometimes when i try to clarify something for the announcements im making they just ignore me. why are they like this, i cant handle it i felt like a bomb just wanted to explode with tears. Now in the group chat (which i rarely click and see), i can see notifications of there message where they just trash talk about my performance and now finally they have someone who can replace me. guys im trying my best, if only if you could give me a chance to explain myslef, but if this is how you treat me then im so sorry for how my actions have caused you.

i guess its partly my fault, joining such organization, while trying to focus at studies to maintain my scholarship, helping my mom with her bussiness so that we can have funds and 3 meal a day.

life is just... i dont know

this was just a messy rant im sorry my head was a mess too im really sorry

[postive-rainworld-anarchy-conf]

As someone who mods for the popular rw confession blog on this site (least I assume its the most popular? Idk), my confession is that im sorry that pro-Az people are mad that their ask where they said Emily is a gross pedo that should kill themselves didn't make it through the anti-harassment rule. Its not our fault that Pro-Emily people know how to format their confessions to not be name-dropping dogshit and make it through. Most of the 'Vauge Az asks" got through because they were talking about how scared the situation made them feel, or about the side of the fandom they didn't like as a whole, which is not harassment or name-dropping. Sorry you read everything like its about your friend group, but someone saying they feel scared about teenagers harassing others in the fandom isn't automatically about just one guy believe it or not. Im not saying which side im on cuz it doesn't matter (and thats against our rules anyway), im just saying no one on the pro-az side knows how to silently say they dislike someone without being it being obvious and a huge dick.

We got rid of the 'You can talk about drama' rules weeks before the doc even came out, and asks from the time it was dropped haven't even posted yet (our queue is still submitting posts from July 10th.) Ya'll can stop whining in our inbox about how we post nothing but anti-Az asks, the last drama ask was posted months after the org drama ended and weeks before it started again.

Half tempted to @ your blog so people will stop trying to get their drama asks through /j. Your doing gods work on this blog and sorry for posting a huge rant in your inbox lol (also before anyone tries playing detective, im one of the quiet mods on the blog who never talks. Good luck)

"oh fuck I sure do wonder why I have 8 messages in my blog" looks inside how the fuck did anyone even find me. I literally just dusted off the blog to laugh at a really really bad document for a bit, guess uuuuuuh...... ok! (I did not, as they say expect the unexpected.)

I don't really know how to respond honestly. I mean the no harassment rule does fall apart after long enough and enough bullshit happening.

really hard to not harass people when those people are infuriating as all hell.

this isn't like, a "you should answer those asks" it's a "wow alot sure did happen, and it sucks that you have to sift through this stuff to pick out the stuff you can actually post."

and it really sucks that the pro-emily side is often the one that just, better follows the rules, I may be 100% on emily's side but like, a confessions blog is a confessions blog and I know how much it sucks to be shoved out of their without your ask ever getting answered.

but like, those rules have a reason. is it a good reason? yeah? also good on you for adding a 'no drama' rule, this shit is fucking toxic.

also I'd say you can edit the asks to make the fit the rules and repost them as anon but like...

that's alot of work! and I don't expect anyone to do that honestly. I wouldn't even do that. and I'm, actually insane.

---

onto the next ask...

oh god people not understanding what you mean, the blog this one is based off of (whom I'm not going to say because while I dislike them, they did say they didn't want to be affiliated with this blog so yeah lol) did that so, so much. but I get it, it's scary when someone has an opinion you don't like and says that their blog is based off of yours

honestly I think your blog is the gold standard for confession blogs, literally. it's always fun to scroll through and see what dumb shit people say just because they can, without worrying about the repercussions.

when I learned about your blog I instantly went "why the fuck am I doing this, this is already done, but better and more popular"

though I guess I've come to realize that I'm filling a different part of the niche. especially since you aren't really wanting to answer drama related asks, probably a good decision honestly.

I wish you luck with running the blog. it's a tedious process, especially when everyone just instantly went insane when they saw the document.

also Post Script;

that would be really hilarious if you @ my blog being just like "heeey, this fuck WILL answer your asks." and I'd be fine with doing it, especially if it makes wading through your inbox easier over time. though I completely understand not wanting to do that.

people read "this blog follows the harkness test" and think "oh, you must be a zoophile" when in reality, I'm an ao3 user and this shit is fucking lame compared to the stuff I've seen.

and your already getting a ton of angry people at your door for the crime of... having rules... and... following those rules...?

Post Post Script;

can I just say how fucking insane it is that I've gotten asks from both emily AND the real rainworld confessions???

90% of my asks used to be me just saying shit. I guess this is the thing that happens when you do this kind of thing.

Post Post Post Script;

seven red suns pronouns are 7/8/9 duh.

anyways, hope your having a fine day, this was an interesting way to start mine! and don't worry, you did post both of these with anon, I thankfully didn't have to gaze upon the true form of that which wishes to stay unknown.

[tin-wufborf]

Just finally had to unfollow and block someone for the first time in years because of their absolutely dogshit and naive-ass political views. I should have done it a while ago given that I had to specifically filter tags and content used by this person specifically a few months ago, but I had to fucking completely disengage after today.

Look, I don't do politics on this blog (for the most part), and that is very intentional on my part. I am not telling anyone else not to post about that stuff - your blog is your perogative, and I use the filtering system like a champ; you keep on keepin' on, friend - but I personally do not use my blog to engage in or share my political views. I'm from the US and still live here. I am constantly inundated with news on just how fucking shitty everything is here all the time. I have 24/7 access to this shit show, which includes all of our international relations and various involvements. It gets enough of a spotlight in every type of media available, so I specifically choose not to have it here on Tumblr. Not on my blog, at least. Not if I can help it.

The way I see it is, you guys don't need me to tell you what's wrong with the world, and I don't feel like it's my place to tell you how or what to think, say, or do about any of what's going on. That's not to say that I don't care; I definitely do. I have my opinions, my hard-line stances on things, and I'll tell anyone on planet earth about them if and only when I'm asked, but on this blog? This blog is for Teen Wolf and, like, maybe some Spider-verse stuff. It is for Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale and for meta-canon and deep introspection on Derek Hale's sweaters but also a little bit for Miguel O'Hara and Hobie Brown. This blog does not require my thoughts on Israel's genocide of Palestinians, it doesn't need me to drop vague or even clear warnings about how dangerous it will be if that orange bitch Donald Trump is elected again, and it certainly doesn't need me to talk about the fucking insane race and class disparity we have going on here in the US. Ya'll can get that information in about a million other places and spaces. You will not be getting it here after this post. That's just not what I'm here for.

Idk what this rant is about outside of me just being frustrated as shit, but yeah. Sorry everyone lol.

[mxblah]

Time For the Life Update (10/19)

Hey Ya'll! First i should say that i'm sorry for being nearly inactive for the past monthish (idk who i'm apologizing to i have next to no followers). I went inactive cuz i moved focus to my twitter -go follow if you aren't i'm @/MxBlah- due to it beginning to gain a bunch of traction. However in the midst of the collapse that twitter is experiencing i'd love to be on here more often! I love to vent/rant on here sooooooo lets catch up.

I started high school this year and i'm pretty neutral on it so far. A lot of my favorite people ended up at different schools than i did and the ones who do go to my school don't have any classes with me :( However, the workload isn't as bad as people made it out to be (so far at least).

As for my personal life i'm finally getting my name legally changed tomorrow (as long as the judge approves it which has me nervous). The idea of me getting to live my life as my true non-binary self has got me thinking and i realized a bit of a curse following me... if you know me personally for long enough you will come out to me eventually. THAT is the gay agenda at work right there!

To make things negative real quick i had a falling out with one of my best friends this summer. He was that one intense friendship that every queer person has at one point or another where you are most definitely VERY attracted to them but just can't admit it. He knew I liked him for a bit but he assumed I was over him long before I actually was. He was "straight" but as time went on the joking flirting that i often do turned into something else. That's not why our friendship is strained right now though. (TW for discussions of sexual harassment if that's not something you want to read about skip on to the next paragraph) Basically he started repeatedly asking certain people for nudes and to have sex with him even after they said no multiple times. He only ever asked me for either of those once even though he knew I had been dating someone and we had been committed for a while. It got to a point where he has got his contact with everyone taken away. Even though what he did was fucked up and he hurt people I still don't want to throw away our friendship like that y'know?

Anyways some fun things i've done recently are;

Seeing the eras tour movie with some friends followed by us all sleeping over together

Going to homecoming with my amazing partner <3333333,

And celebrated a longtime friends birthday the same day I celebrated my partners!

Well sorry for how long that was. I hope I can make some friends here! I hope y'all have a wonderful rest of your day/night -Aster

[applebutterfemme]

highkey mad that azealia banks used racial slurs against zayn malik, shames women for their bodies (most notably lizzo but also the whole body positivity movement in general), regularly starts petty “beef” with other women to stay relevant, and on top of all of that went to Ireland last year and made jokes about the famine, then proceeded to claim the entire country was racist when people took offense, yet i still have to see things about her on my dash semi-regularly because some of ya’ll think her tweets are funny or whatever.

[stormblessed95]

antis are always so quick to dismiss jikook because they aren't smooshing their faces with each other or downright grinding in each other's laps. i don't think they realize how much more intimate head pats, carrying, chin taps, cheek pinches, back hugs and hand holding is.

these are small intimate touches that aren't meant for anyone but them. they aren't doing it for the camera nor are they doing it for fans who run around like headless chickens. they do it because they enjoy each other's touch and presence. you don't have to be kissing and doing all that what you're a couple. sometimes simple touches is enough to express the love you feel for the person.

pushing the narrative that jk only submits to jm's touches bc he can't do anything about it makes me bleed with anger too. jm knows that jk has a hard time trying to initiate the first move when it comes to physical touch and he feels shy about it. jk trusts jm enough for him to reciprocate and give him his share of personal touches too.

ya'll just really hate seeing a happy and healthy relationship when you see it.

I agree. Idk what brought the rant on this time. But I'm always down for cute photos 😍 also just I'd be remiss to not mention it, but the last photo is an edit. They weren't holding hands, their hands were just near each other while walking is all. Sorry! But otherwise, I agree!

[thatonegeekygirl]

He Fought the Law (And the Law Lost): IZ Fanfic

this oneshot takes place in my strange but true au, so its zadf with good but still chaotic zim and teen dib! i started out writing this as crack, and it kind of stayed crackish, but also segued into fluff and a bit of angst. i possess 2.7% understanding of the american justice system so sorry if thats all nonsense, i am so, so welcome to suggestions. crossposted on wattpad. idk what else to say here?? have fun reading ya'll!

Dib woke up to a cheery Saturday morning, nowhere to be, and the smell of bacon drifting up from the kitchen downstairs. He stretched and yawned, his too-big UFO pattern blue pajamas hanging from his reaching arms. Gaz repeatedly claimed that too-big UFO pattern blue pajamas were an embarrassingly childish thing for a 17-year-old to own. Dib repeatedly ignored her. He’d gone his whole life tuning out the people telling him he was a weirdo, and he wasn’t about to stop now. He grabbed his glasses from the side table, kicked his feet loosely over the side of the bed, and stood. 

“Dib! Breakfast!” His sister's insistent voice yelled from downstairs.

“Coming!” Dib called back, picking his third pillow off the ground where it had fallen in the middle of the night, and throwing it back on the bed. He grinned as it landed perfectly in position between the two larger pillows. Well, if the whole paranormal thing doesn’t work out, at least I have competitive bed making as a fallback plan. He snickered to himself and padded to the door. He turned the knob and walked through the threshold, sniffing scents of bacon and egg hanging in the air, and–

I am an alien I am an alien I am an alien I am an alien–

The ringtone was a single lyric from the song Alien–surprise, surprise– repeated over and over again, and Zim despised it. Whenever he was reminded of its existence in Dib’s Short Angry Space Man phone contact he flew into a paranoid rage, ranting about how the humans may ‘grow suspicious’ or ‘connect the dots’ and snatch him up for experimentation. Dib replied to this with ‘they won’t connect shit’, and Zim neither appreciated the sentiment nor understood the reference. Dib crouched and fumbled about in his jeans’ pocket for a long moment before lifting the jeans off the floor and shaking them until the stubborn phone fell out of them. He picked it up and accepted the call, quirking a smile at the profile picture displayed on the screen–a blurred Zim with an enraged expression which Dib had taken after calling the Irken ‘shorter than the dwarfs’ in the Lord of the Rings movie they’d been watching.

“Hey, Zi–” “DIB!” 

Dib winced and pulled the phone away from his ear. “C’mon, man!”

“The angry blue humans have taken me hostage!”

Having gotten good at reading between the lines with Zim, Dib replied, “You’ve been arrested?”

“If that's what you Earthlings call shoved in a flashing vehicle, handcuffed to an infuriatingly dull adult human, dragged into a crumbling concrete building, and forced to stand in front of a striped wall while being assaulted by blinding lights before being tossed into a crowded, disgusting, primitive holding cell, yes,” Zim spat. Dib rolled his eyes at the sneer in the alien’s voice and said, “Settle down. What’d you do to get in trouble with the police? Wait, don’t answer that, I don’t even want to know.”

“Cease your worrying, human, there were no casualties! Not today, anyhow,” Zim said. “GIR and I were out purchasing the new flavor of Suck-Monkey–the reason for his love of those things is beyond me–and as we were exiting the establishment these two security drones appeared, took GIR away, and Irken-handled me into their whining car!” 

“That's weird…I’m pretty sure it's illegal to arrest minors like that…you were wearing your disguise, weren’t you?” Dib asked, suddenly worried. 

“Of course I was wearing my disguise, Dib,” Zim answered snidely. “What do you think I am? A human?”

“Nothing like some extraterrestrial racism to start off the day…” Dib muttered to himself. “Okay, Zim, I’m coming down to the station. I’ll be there in about 20 minutes. Do you know where they took GIR?”

“Do I look like a floogaschmog to you!? No I don't know where GIR is! If it weren’t for these confounded witnesses everywhere I’d–SHUT UP!”

“Jeez, Zim, I didn’t even say anything–”

“You and the other pitiful policing man informed me I had one phone call, you never specified the length of time it had to encompass!” Zim’s voice screeched, slightly muffled, as if he had pulled the receiver away from his mouth. “Well ya shoulda thought of that before you gave me the phone, moron!” A pause. “I don’t care if you're going to ‘be in deep shit’ with your superior! DON’T TOUCH THE PHONE OR ZIM WILL BITE YOUR POINTING DIGIT OFF!” 

Another pause, and then an annoyed huff blew from the line. “Insolent human. Anyway, GIR is in no danger, no matter where they took him. He’s nearly indestructible and equipped with top of the line Irken laser cannons and numerous knock-out drugs. Whether or not he possesses the presence of mind to employ them, however, is an entirely different problem...” 

“Alright,” Dib sighed. “I just have to get dressed and I’ll head over. You really have no idea what you’ve been taken in for?”

“Not a flu.”

“The phrase is ‘not a clue’, idiot.”

“ZIM IS NEVER WRONG! Goodbye, Dib.”

The line went dead. 

Dib pinched himself once to make sure he wasn’t just experiencing a particularly vivid nightmare, groaned when nothing happened, and shuffled to his closet to pull on some clothes.

__________________________________________

“Dib! If you don’t get your ass down here I’m eating your bacon!” Gaz yelled.

Dib half dashed, half jumped down the stairs, tugging on a red plaid sock. “You can have some of it,” he said, slipping into the kitchen. “I don’t have a lot of time to eat. Zim’s gotten himself arrested.”

“Took them long enough.” Gaz smirked, grabbing a piece of Dibs bacon out of the pan on the table. “What was he doing up so early on a Saturday morning?”

“It's 10:30,” Dib mumbled around his toast. 

“And a Saturday.”

“...I concede to your point. GIR wanted the new Suck-Monkey flavor, y’know, pineapple rosemary or something along those revolting lines. He probably saw it in an ad during his early morning cartoons. You know how he can get with that sort of thing…”

Dib and Gaz shared a knowing look.

“That was a dark day.” Gaz nodded solemnly. 

“Well, Zim did something at the wrong time and place and now he’s locked in a holding cell. Hopefully this is all just some big misunderstanding, like they thought Zim was a lost kid, or he’s reading the situation wrong,” Dib rambled, “but whatever it is, I don’t have much faith in Zim’s ability to get himself out of it in a way that doesn’t involve bribery or murder, so instead of watching the latest Mysterious Mysteries, I’m dealing with a deranged alien and a couple of irritated government employees.”

“How do you know they’re irritated?” Gaz asked.

“I’d assume that if someone called you a moron and threatened to amputate your finger, you’d be irritated too,” Dib huffed, grabbing his blue zip-up hoodie off a chair and his car key from the key rack. “Dad! I’m going out!”

“Don’t drink and drive, son!” Membrane called from the depths of his downstairs lab.

“It’s a sunny Saturday morning and the only friend I have to peer pressure me into drinking alcohol is an insane 170 year old alien,” Dib grumbled under his breath. “But thanks for the advice, Dad.” He swallowed the last of his toast and grabbed a second piece of bacon. “See ya later, Gazlene.”

“Good luck!” she yelled after him as he tromped out the door. “And don’t call me that!”

Dib shoved the second piece of bacon in his mouth. Technically, the handsome blue truck parked in their driveway did not belong to him. Technically, it belonged to his dad, but his dad never drove it–he preferred to take the massive white van containing a full-blown lab in the back and bearing the Membrane Labs logo on the side–so Dib had largely free-reign over it. Exempting the times Gaz demanded he loan it to her to practice her driving. It was a small truck, nothing like the behemoths that Dib occasionally saw dragging trailers or boats through town, and a well-loved one. Candy wrappers and empty cans were scattered about the backseat, numerous paranormal stickers dotted the outside, and various and assorted stains of unknown origin–cough cough GIR cough cough–coloured the interior. The cover for the hazard button had fallen off, claw marks left by an anxious Zim lined the bottom of the passenger seat, and the center console was filled with wads of cash and odds and bobs picked up from his past adventures. In the covered trunk Dib stored a plethora of investigating equipment, everything from wildlife cameras to satellite dishes, just in case he caught a big break and didn’t have time to grab his main gear from the house.

Dib pressed the unlock button on the key and the truck honked and flashed once. He yanked open the driver door, slid into the seat, and started the engine in one smooth motion. He then proceeded to spend a solid 20 seconds fumbling about with the seatbelt. Once he’d finally got it clicked in properly, he backed out of the driveway with all the care of someone who’d accidentally knocked over multiple lawn ornaments and mailboxes. Really, once he was on an actual road, he was a great driver. Honestly. 

Fortunately, it seemed to be one of those Saturdays when no one wanted to leave the house and the roads were mostly empty. A few stray bicyclists wound their lazy way down the main street, and Dib had an awkward confrontation with a silver Soobaroo at a four-way stop, but either than that the trip was uneventful, if a little rushed. Four minutes over the allotted time he’d given Zim, Dib pulled into the parking lot of the police department. Patting himself down just to make sure he hadn’t accidentally put a bomb in his pocket when he wasn’t paying attention, he took a breath and exited the car. He nervously swallowed once, before opening the glass door and heading into the bowels of government agency. He’d spent plenty of time trying to get into the station to expose Zim, but that seemed an easy task compared to that of getting the alien out without doing so.

The inside of the building was friendly enough. The wall to his left was lined with pamphlets advertising various help centers and safe drinking habits, and the glass window was covered in flyers for local businesses and performances. Past another set of glass doors lay a receptionist’s desk. After a moment's consideration, he pushed past them and walked up to it.

“Hi,” he said.

“Good morning, sir, what can I help you with?” The receptionist, a young man with blond hair, asked.

“I’m here to see my friend? He was arrested earlier this morning? His name is Zim,” Dib explained uncertainly.

“Ah, you must be Dib,” the man said, “come with me.”

He stood and motioned for Dib to follow him. He led him down a long corridor, down a set of stairs, and up to a locked door. He unlocked it with one of the keys hanging from his belt and gestured for Dib to enter.

Inside was a desk, two police officers, a man in a suit, three chairs, and a very angry Zim. He was sitting in one of the uncomfortable looking chairs and was also handcuffed, a thing he didn’t seem at all happy about. As he said he had been, Zim wore his disguise. However, he was not just wearing his wig, contacts, and pink uniform, but also a pair of those cheap, slapstick glasses with bushy black eyebrows, a tiny square mustache, and an obnoxious large plastic nose.

Dib, tired and utterly confused, had just enough brain power to deduce that the glasses may have had something to do with Zim’s current arrested state.

“Sit down,” the man in the suit said.

Dib complied, wincing as the hard plastic of the third chair dug into his spine.

“My name is Constable Buckley. You may call me Constable,” the man in the suit said. “You and Mister Zim are friends, correct?”

“Yes…” Dib replied, still staring at Zim.

“Then perhaps you can shed some light on why, exactly, he was recently charged with kidnapping?”

This startled Dib out of his stupor. “He’s been what!?”

“I take it you were not aware of this until now.” Constable eyed him.

“No!” Dib shrieked. He whipped his head back around to boggle at Zim. “We really need to get your information sharing priorities straight!”

“How was I supposed to know!?” Zim hissed back.

“Quiet, please!” Constable boomed. “Listen up. Unless it is quickly proved that Mister Zim is not guilty of these allegations, he will go to court.”

That was not good. Zim in court was the last thing they needed. He’d probably piss off the judge and jury so much with all his insults and overbearing attitude it wouldn’t matter if he was guilty or not. Best case scenario, he went to prison for a long time. Worst case scenario, he outed himself as an alien and Dib never saw him again.

“Okay. Okay…deep breath, Dib,” he muttered to himself. “Why exactly is he being charged with kidnapping?”

“Mister Zim was seen leaving the gas station on 4rd Street with a young child wearing a green dog onesie, looking aggressive and generally shady,” Constable explained. “Officers Carp and Chinook intercepted him and asked the child if the man he was with was his parent or guardian. The child, we now know his name to be Gyr, replied, quote, ‘Naw!’. Carp and Chinook, just to be certain–kidnapping is a serious charge, you know–asked Mister Zim if he was Gyr’s parent or guardian. Mister Zim replied, quote, ‘Ugh, of course not! Leave Zim be!’. This prompted my officers to arrest him and take Gyr into their custody.”

“You two have GIR!?” Zim cried, twisting around to glare daggers at the officers standing behind him. “Why, you–”

“MISTER ZIM!” Constable roared. “If you do not behave I will be forced to return you to your cell!”

Zim settled back in his seat and attempted to cross his arms haughtily, a task made difficult by the handcuffs. Eventually he gave up and settled for clenching his hands in fists by his sides.

“Thank you,” Constable said. “Now, is there anything you can think of, Dib, that may prove Mister Zim’s innocence?”

“Oh, just one thing…” Dib reached out and ripped the glasses off of Zim.

A collective gasp filled the room. Surprised and horrified ones from the police, and a pained and furious one from Zim as the tape holding the glasses on his face was mercilessly torn off. 

“Good God…” Constable muttered, mouth hanging open.

“Zim is not a forty year old man!” Dib cried. “He’s a kid with a horrible skin condition and a mean streak! I mean really, he's like four feet tall.”

“But…Gyr?” One of the officers asked timidly.

“My brother!” Zim shrieked as Dib eyed him meaningfully. “GIR is my little brother. He wears the green dog suit in, eh, a gesture of solidarity to my own green affliction. Being a foolish little worm baby I did not realize I should respond to your inquiry with ‘he is my brother’!”

“Do you have any way to prove these statements?” Constable asked, eyes wide.

“Er…” Dib picked at a nail worriedly.

“Yes!” Zim jabbed a finger in the air and growled when the handcuffs inadvertently pulled his other hand up with it. A whirring noise emanated from his PAK for a moment, followed by a cheerful ding. Zim handed Constable a short stack of neat papers. For once Dib was beyond relieved that no one else noticed the robotic appendage folding back into Zim’s PAK. “Here’s your proof, officer man.” Zim grinned smugly. “Mine and GIR’s passports and certificates of bornth!”

Dib was struck with the nearly uncontrollable urge to hit him. Fortunately, the police didn’t seem to notice the slip up.

“Everything seems to be in order…” Constable murmured, with the air of someone utterly bewildered, flipping through the forms.

“Thank you,” Zim said, pleased.

“...well, I suppose you’re free to go,” the man continued. “I’ll have Kyle bring Gyr around front to meet you. Apologies for the bother, Membranes.”

Dib’s brain took a long moment to turn over this piece of information as Constable unlocked the handcuffs from a smirking Zim’s hands and opened the door for them.

“Onward, Dib-thing!” Zim grabbed Dib’s arm and grinned. “I believe there is still enough Saturday left to make some floppy sugar disks!” Dib found himself being tugged out of the stuffy room, back down the blank hallway, and out the glass doors into the sunlight.

“Zim…” Dib started uncertainly.

“GIR!” Zim cried, upon seeing the robot. GIR, decked out in his green dog disguise, was being led out of the station towards them by two ruffled officers, both covered in crayon and some mystery liquid, looking like they’d just seen war.

“Mister!” GIR shrieked back, rushing forward and into Zim’s waiting arms. Dib had managed to convince GIR to call Zim Mister instead of Master, after having had a long and tedious discussion with Zim about the various reasons why this was a messed up thing to have happening.

“GIR, did they do anything to you?” Zim asked, looking the robot up and down with scrutiny.

“Nope!” GIR replied cheerfully. “We played with the colors and they gave me a new Suck-Monkey and then I threw it up on em!”

“That’s my GIR!” Zim grinned. “Now let’s go, Dib has come to take us home. We’re going to make floppy sugar disks!”

“They’re called pancakes,” Dib corrected slowly, train of thought finally arriving at the station. “And Zim, what last name, exactly, did you put on those documents?”

“Membrane,” Zim answered blithely. “That is your last name, yes?”

“Yes…” Dib nodded. “But why did you use it?” “You’re always telling me not to use The Human for my middle and final names, so I used yours instead,” Zim explained, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You do realize that makes us legally brothers, right?” Dib asked weakly, unlocking the car with an absentminded movement.

“Of course I realize that, Dib-thing.” Zim waved a hand in the air. “According to my studies in Urth customs, people living together and/or spending long periods of time in each other's company often become honorary members of their respective family units. Since we fill both of these fields to different extents, I deemed it reasonable to claim the Membrane name for ease of forging documents and simplicity when explaining our relationship.”

“...true,” Dib admitted. Zim tossed GIR into the backseat of the car and clambered in after him, feet not even close to touching the floor as he settled in the passenger seat.

“Won’t people be suspicious that my Dad suddenly has two more children than before?” Dib questioned, still not quite comprehending the implications of this recent turn of events.

“I doubt the masses will take any notice to GIR and I. As of now I don’t plan on making any public announcement or anything so they likely won’t even know we’re carriers of the Membrane name at all. And if they do grow suspicious, I’ll just show them the adoption papers and no one will be the wiser,” Zim explained smugly. “Do you think your father will mind?”

“No,” Dib replied, turning on the truck. “GIR, buckle up.” GIR wrestled with the seatbelt for a moment until Zim huffed loudly and scrambled into the back to help him. “He seems to have taken a liking to you,” Dib continued, as Zim forced the clip into the lock. “And he knows you’re an Irken, so we can just tell him it’ll help keep your cover from being blown and he’ll be all for it.”

“Good,” Zim said, leaping back into his seat and putting on his own seatbelt. “I’d hate to damage my relationship with the Professor in a battle for his name.”

“...adoption papers?” Dib muttered as an afterthought.

“Forging signatures is one of my specialties,” Zim gloated. 

Dib stared out the windshield. The car was running and the road was clear, but he remained in the same spot. Zim raised an eyebrow, or rather the space where an eyebrow would have been, and gave Dib an incredulous look. 

“Zim…” Dib said after an uncomfortably long pause. “You and GIR are my brothers now.”

“An accurate statement,” Zim nodded.

“You’re sure about this?” Dib prompted, turning to look at Zim.

“Sure I’m sure,” Zim answered proudly, then hesitated, a worried expression crossing his face. “...have I misstepped in some way? I can always null the documents…”

“No, no! It’s fine!” Dib laughed, breaking out in a grin. “I'm happy to have you two as adopted brothers.”

Zim grinned back. “Surprisingly, I’m happy to have you and Gaz as adopted siblings.”

“Surprisingly?” Now Dib raised an eyebrow.

“Irkens are not typically able to form emotional bonds,” Zim explained, “the ability to experience things like love and fondness are programmed out of our PAKs as smeets. It seems likely that my PAK’s…defective, nature,” he squirmed at the word, “has allowed me more freedom in this and other regards. You have that to thank for our friendship.”

“Well, I know what is seen as ‘defective’ on Irk is normal on Earth,” Dib said softly. “So I’m glad we got the Irken different from the rest. And I’m glad I can call myself your friend.”

“You humans and your glarking emotions,” Zim muttered, running a hand under his eye and wiping the suspiciously wet smear on his uniform. “Drive, Dib! We must get home in time to make the disks!”

“Alright, alright!” Dib laughed. “I’m going!” He pulled out of the parking lot and turned onto the street. It was just as quiet on the roads as before, so Dib relaxed his vigil a bit and admired the beautiful day outside.

“Oh, and Zim,” he said. “It's birth, not bornth.”

“Wrong!” Zim declared. “It's definitely bornth.”

“Dude, if you’re going to be a Membrane we’re going to have to work on your grammar. You can’t just be a tech genius, you’ve got to fit the whole part!” Dib gestured grandly with one hand, keeping the other on the wheel and ignoring his Dad’s voice telling him to always keep both securely holding it.

“It is not my fault your cursed Urthen language holds up against next to zero laws of logic,” Zim complained. “Irken is twice as complex but a schmillion times more sensical!”

“If it’s easier to understand than English, maybe you can teach me,” Dib suggested. “Y’know, as compensation for stealing my name.”

“Nuh uh, you said you were pleased that I have your name, Dib!” Zim pointed out gleefully. “My company is all the compensation you need.”

“Compensation, my ass!” Dib squawked, amused.

“Although,” Zim continued, ignoring Dib’s outburst. “Perhaps I will teach you anyway. It has been some time since I’ve conversed with someone in my own tongue. GIR does not count. And, if all else fails, it shall be entertaining to observe your attempts at pronunciation.”

“Glad I have your confidence, Zim.”

A comfortable quiet filled the car.

“Why the heck were you wearing those crazy glasses?” Dib asked, the thought striking him. “That was weird, even for you.”

Zim’s silence prompted Dib to glance at him. Zim was twiddling his thumbs and avoiding Dib’s eyes. “No reason,” the Invader said.

“Sure, sure. No reason at all. You were wearing ugly, wackadoo prop glasses with a gross fake nose and eyebrows for no reason,” Dib said casually, pursing his lips and nodding. 

There was a long silence.

“...I lost a bet with Minimoose,” Zim grumbled, slouching in his seat.

Dib suppressed a cackle. “Mmm. No shame in that,” he said seriously.

Zim glared darkly at him. “Silence your voice box. You are obviously holding in a pitiless laugh.”

A giggle escaped from his Dib’s sealed lips. “Okay, yes, but you have to admit it's pretty funny. Your purple stuffed-moose-robot somehow got you into a bet that ended with you walking around–in public–with the most embarrassing bad disguise mankind has ever known! You can at least admire his creativity.”

“Minimoose is a master manipulator! If only he weren’t so lovable I’d have scrapped him long ago!” Zim shook a tiny fist. “Damn that moose…”

Dib chuckled and turned his face back to the open road. Spring flowers dotted the sidewalk and sunlight tickled the colors into warmth, a breeze rustled the trees leaves. Zim reached forward and turned on the stereo, and Dib’s driving playlist bounced through the speakers with a laidback grace. With any luck, they’d be able to make pancakes with any great incident, and they could go to the library for a bit. There was a new paranormal guidebook Dib wanted to check out. 

Actually, it was early enough in the day still they might even make it out to the haunted house the guidebook had talked about, if he could scrounge up the ghost monitoring equipment from his storage area in the basement and get it set up in time. Zim would be thrilled. Any chance to explore the many oddities excited him almost as much as it excited Dib, something he was surprised and pleased to learn when they’d finally enacted a truce. The little alien was quite the curious thing. 

“Hey Zim?” Dib said.

“Yes, Dib-thing?” Zim looked up at him.

“It really is clue.”

“It’s not!”

[bunnypaw33]

Don't mind my nonchalant ass coming on here to rant about a 20 year old book series, but can I say that if J.K Rowling ever decides to write a sort of mini book series to go along side Harry Potter (Sort of like mini stories coming from other characters perspectives) I feel it is DESPERATELY NEEDED for her to make a stand alone book from Ginnys perspective.

This girl is so underdeveloped in the first 3 books its not even funny (And since I'm in the middle of reading Goblet of Fire rn I won't add that book to the list JUST YET- but the only time girly has spoken was when she was comforting Ron about him not having date, and defending Neville when Ron was being a major dick)

Sure, she was the mf that was writing those messages in blood on the walls and being constantly under Toms control, but STILL. She still barely spoke in the COS, both book and movie form.

I wanna see what girl was thinking when she picked up that diary and poured her soul into those hour long rants she was sending Tom about how nice of an ass Harry had.

AND I LITERALLY CAN'T FOR THE LIFE OF ME REMEMBER ANYTHING GINNY DID IN POA. LIKE GIRLY WAS TRANSPARENT THE WHOLE BOOK/ MOVIE.

Sooo show us what she was up to during that time. Maybe she was being outcasted because of previous events, and this is where her friendship with Neville begins. They would get along for being outcasts (Ginny would eventually gain back her traction within Hogwarts later on, sadly cannot be said the same for Neville :,( Sorry babes soon enough soon enough)

I'm sorry I just really like the concept of Ginny and Nevilles friendship- I just like established relationships between characters period.

ALSO IF SHE DOES EVER WRITE A SIDE BOOK GIVE GINNY A BADASS PERSONALITY! Since I'm pretty sure the fandom has already massively headcanoned her as badass- SO WHY NOT MAKE HER A BADASS?? (Also for quick clarification, she might become badass later on- Idk I haven't read into OOTP, HBP, or DH- and I haven't watched the movies in awhile :/ So please correct me if she really is pretty badass and I'm just uneducated lmao)

Also give her other established friendships- like with Luna and Hermonie.

AND PLATONIC SCENES WITH HARRY?? I think thats needed for a healthy relationship babes

Anyways, yeah. Sorry for the long ass rant ya'll Ginny is just a stale ass cracker that needs some seasoning

[erins2run]

as of late, its been hard for me to type or to draw.

A lot of the time, its because of me being to excited and ramped up on some stupid shit. But recently, this is not the case.

I have mild tremors in my hands that are due to something with my nerve system. I have stopped drawing altogether because of the frustration it brings me.

Sketches are fine, of course they are, they’re made to be messy. But line work, which was already a chore, is now something I’d start to cry over just thinking about it. Coloring, something that was the best part of drawing for me, is now akin to a dentist appointment. Meaning that while I can handle it, it doesn’t mean I enjoy the tools poking inside my mouth, making me taste blood.

I do not think the medication I am taking is helping either. I can barely get any sleep, i’m always either sick or just upset over everything.

I used to make stupid drawings, but I loved to make them. I used to be able to make a circle with a mouse, now I can’t even click something without aiming like a shooting game. 

I’m literally typing this as slow as possible so as to not make any errors. 

I don’t know when I’ll get better. Or if this is a thing to get better from.

thankfully they’re not as bad if I am wearing snug sweatbands on my wrists. I used to wear them when I couldn’t feel some of my fingers for weeks on end. The feeling came back though, so I’m just hoping this is temporary as well.