#if anyone needs clarification I might be able to give some

[petermorwood]

I have a sword question, if I may. Or more of a sword confusion Im seeking clarification on.

In my mind a fantasy european standard sword (that obviously doesnt really exist, but like, when a knight or someone in a story has an unspecified sword), I always imaged a straight blade with a triangular tip, both edges sharp cutting edges.

Then at some point I learned about eg scimitars that have a cutting edge and a ...blunt edge?

I was looking at your recent addition to the post about the Turkish sword, where you distinguish between an inner cutting edge on a sword v an outer cutting edge.

And then Im thinking of those enormous zweihander types that are all about momentum and do those even need a particularly sharp edge? They seem in dnd parlance to be a bludgeoning weapon not for slashing.

And while Im asking, like. Rapiers are very stabby weapons, do they have sharp edges at all or judt a sharp point?

I guess my overall question culminates something like "what parts of swords are designed for what damage and why? Is there anything all swords have other than blade and handle like can they all be used for stabbing or do some have very blunt points etc? Is it a big deal for a sword to be double-edged, does that necessitate specific training? Whats up with different sword blades?"

I realise thats a pretty enormous question that might be unreasonable to ask. Im happy with whstever response you are or arent willing to give. Hope you have a good day :)

Sharp edge / blunt edge is the setup on any kitchen or table knife you've ever encountered, and being able to put a hand on the blunt "edge" - usually called the back of the blade - not only helps when mincing herbs or garlic, but also features in some techniques of swordplay.

Other techniques employed non-blade parts of the weapon, using the pommel like a mace and the crossguard like a pick-axe.

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Whether swords should be straight or curved, single- or double-edged, was an argument which continued as recently as the early 1900s.

The last swords issued to cavalry for combat use (modern parade swords don't count) were both remarkably similar designs, straight-bladed for thrusting, adopted by the UK in 1908...

...and the US in 1913.

There was, of course, strong opposition from those who insisted cavalry swords should be sabres curve-bladed for cutting instead.

Equally of course, both sides failed to notice - or ignored, since a certain kind of cavalry officer was only bright as regards boots, buckles and buttons - the uncomfortable fact that machine-guns and repeating rifles had made the whole ta-ran-ta-rah "cut them down with your swords, men!" cavalry charge an exercise in futility.

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D&D, unless they've considerably upped their accuracy game, isn't much of a reference for weapon realism.

"Enormous Zweihanders" and other big swords such as the Montante were a lot lighter and more nimble than they'd seem from reading an encumbrance chart.

They had their own techniques to take best advantage of length, leverage and momentum and were indeed sharp. Given a choice between a sharp combat weapon and a blunt one, sharp makes far more sense.

In addition, a sharp blade is lighter than a blunt one simply through having less metal. It may only be a few grams of difference, but it IS a difference.

That's also the reason behind a fuller, the groove(s) along a blade.

They're not "blood gutters", tough and cool though that may sound, but a way to reduce a sword's weight while preventing its blade from getting excessively flexible.

Finally...

The re-enactor is wearing half-armour, but these big swords were also meant for use against unarmoured opponents. Bodyguards often carried them (they looked impressive) and those sweeping strokes could block an entire street while The Boss got away.

That's when an ability to cut rather than merely bludgeon makes all the difference. Determined assassins might try to rush a blunt sword, but a sharp one would give anyone second thoughts...

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Double-edged swords versus single-edged ones seem to vary depending on cultural preference - also on period of history and intended function.

Bronze Age European swords had straight or leaf-shaped blades with double edges...

...while Ancient Egypt had the curved, single-edged khopesh, a shape which also turned up in Ancient Assyria (this one's in the Metropolitan Museum, New York USA).

It's listed as a "sickle sword", an incorrect term which I wish would go away because sickles are sharp on the inside of the curve while swords like this - their grip-shape shows how they're meant to be held and swung - are sharp on the outside.

And just when "the Ancient Middle East used curved single-edge swords" looks like a handy generalisation, along come straight swords, one from Ancient Egypt...

...another from Luristan, now part of modern Iran.

This next one comes from Ancient Iberia (Spain), right at the other side of the Mediterranean. Evidence of trading links? Your guess is as good as mine.

Iberia went on to use the falcata, a short single-edged forward-curved sword.

Those extra bits round the blade are scabbard metalwork; the wood and leather scabbard is long gone. This repro shows how they would have looked when in place.

Iberia also used a straight double-edged sword which so impressed the Romans that they adopted it, refined it and used it for several centuries. Here's one of the several Roman versions of that gladius Hispaniensis (Spanish sword), double-edged, mostly meant for stabbing but capable of very effective cuts as well.

Here's my repro of a similar sword, the elegant "Mainz" pattern with its long point and waisted blade. Very pretty, and pretty wicked.

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"Curved single-edged swords are Eastern, straight double-edged swords are Western", is another generalisation that won't work.

Here are Eastern straight swords...

...and Western curved ones.

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Viking swords were all double-edged...

...except when they weren't.

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Many rapiers could cut. Smallswords, which came later, couldn't.

Earlier rapiers with broader blades cut better than later ones with narrow blades, but IIRC even the later Italian and Spanish rapier styles include cuts directed at the opponent's face and sword-arm.

I have a notion that the modern thing about cutting with rapiers is based (like back-carry) on seeing it done in movies. IMO - more about it here - that's actually more a modern stage-combat safety thing than a period real-combat move. A fumbled cut is bruising and unpleasant even with a "safe" prop sword, but a fumbled thrust into the eye-socket or throat with that same "safe" sword can be fatal.

Even those early rapiers wouldn't sever a head or limb - a finger maybe, hence the elaborate hand-protection of swept and cup hilts - but blood from a forehead wound running into the eyes was, and in boxing still is, an efficient way to finish a fight by ensuring the opponent can't continue. One of the duels in "The Duellists" ends this way.

This example is a bit optimistic, IMO...

...but a longsword (double-edged)...

...or a messer (single-edged)...

...was quite capable of disarming an opponent in a very literal way.

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Some swords had minimal points, being intended mostly for cutting. One example of this is the Indian khanda broadsword. The second example is also very clearly single-edged.

Another cut-only sword without a point (but with double edges) is the Richtschwert (justice sword)...

...though this was a single-function (and hopefully single-cut) tool rather than weapon, neither balanced for nor intended for combat.

Hope this has helped answer the questions!

[aroace-polyshow]

hello friends we are starting this kind of early cause i have. a lot of mutuals. so. taking in requests now for the

marlo mutual christmas/winter gift doodles

putting this above the read more so people see it: ‼️‼️you do not need to celebrate christmas for this!! if you’re one of my mutuals that doesn’t celebrate christmas but you still want one you are still included ‼️‼️and if you really don’t want one then just like the post without commenting please ‼️‼️ otherwise i might assume you just haven’t seen the post and dm you to be sure aifbksnfnd (or let me know directly. comment or dm or ask or whatever you want. i just need to know that you’ve seen it and don’t want one)

i did this last year. really simple concept. you give me a few characters you like and i will draw a silly little doodle for you and send you an ask (or dm or tag you in a post with if i can’t send it in an ask for whatever reason) on christmas day!! i will have this post queued to go up multiple times a day so hopefully people don’t miss it sorry if it gets annoying fast LMAO

some answers to potential questions and clarifications here:

-you are not required to give me a doodle in return, you can if you want but you do not have to!! there is no pressure to!!! if you do want to make a return gift though then characters i like i’ll list them at the bottom

-begging you. if we’re mutuals and you want one pleaseeeee respond in the comments. it keeps things all in one place for me, and if i am not sure whether you want one or not i will just ask you directly and i get Anxious so if you want to save yourself the trouble of me bothering you in dms for it pleaseeee don’t feel like you’re not included in this, and just comment on the post

-id appreciate like. a handful of characters you’d be happy to receive a doodle of and not just One, since i might have trouble drawing some and i don’t wanna send you a really shitty doodle or stress myself out trying to get it right in time fjnskdnsk

-they do not have to be characters i know about!! literally any you like!!

-i’m doing this really early so i can give myself enough time for it but if you change your mind on the characters before just let me know!!

ummm. if i need to add more i will. but i think that’s it for now!! praying i’ll actually be able to go through with this i am so sorry if i end up having to give stuff out late 💔💔

anyway if you really do want to give me one in return. i think i’m pretty obvious about who i like and you’re free to do others i didn’t mention here that you know i like too, but here’s a few jic anyone wants a list: anyone from wonderlands x showtime, mafuyu asahina, basil from omori, vflower, siffrin, loop, mirabelle

[hjgouldmusic]

Hello! I have a question for you, like an obsessed Artihunter shipper to another obsessed Artihunter shipper. How do you think this relationship would go? Like, what's dynamic? Is in your headcannon Hunter dying in the end, or do you give them a happy ending?

For me it's "enemy to lovers" kinda dynamic. For short, it's like "I would fix her" but in the end it's "she broke me". And then gruesome dramatic death, ye...

ok long explanation so i'll tldr: it starts one sided but ends happily with arti curing hunter of the rot by blowing her tail off

in terms of dynamic:

i think that initially it would be quite one sided where hunter is trying to get with arti but arti has been so isolated and jaded after her campaign that she just ignores it. eventually arti would warm up to hunter through some sharing of trauma and stuff and over time she will also start to develop similar feelings for hunter, but she's scared to pursue them after everything she's been through. as hunter's rot progresses (which ill get to in a bit), arti will start to get over her past fears and acknowledge her feelings, feeling that theres a possibility that she may not be able to confess to hunter at all if she waits too long. once hunter is cured, arti would retain her feelings without the weight of limited time, so she and hunter are able to pursue their love freely. once they're able to do that, i think they would be completely inseparable <3

in terms of actual execution:

so in my canon, hunter's rot moves to her tail where her immune system is weaker so it can take root and flower properly (this is important for later). she still has the holster ability, but she stabs spears through the rot in her tail to do it.

i plan to write this all out in a fanfic eventually, but i have my hunter meet artificer roaming the facility at the start of her campaign and get completely sidetracked, following arti around until they eventually meet and start getting closer (arti is apprehensive at first but eventually warms up to hunter). by the time hunter remembers she has a mission to do, she's already nearing the end of her cycles, so arti attempts to find a way to help her. hunter would constantly tell her to just blow her tail off (due to the rot's explosive weakness) but arti would continue trying to find other ways because she doesnt want to hurt hunter.

eventually hunter would reach her last cycle, and out of desperation, arti would heed hunter's advice and blow her tail off to clear out the rot that has grown there (i think arti could confess to hunter during this moment as well, just in case it doesnt work). hunter would pass out from the explosion (probably scaring arti into thinking she died) only to wake up the next cycle very weak but free from the rot. together they would finish hunter's quest and become happy healthy lesbians :3

later on ill have arti reunite with her pups as well. her and hunter would find monk lost in the facility and attempt to lead her to survivor, eventually reaching the slug tree where hes living with outlaw and dragonslayer (because the OE ending where survivor has 2 pups is the only one that crosses over to monk's OE ending). so they get to live as a happy family as well (theres more to that but i will explain it at a later date muehehehe)

OVERALL i think cherrybomb would initially focus a lot on arti learning to overcome her past and love someone again. hunter would try to comfort artificer through the process, but her progressing condition would only make her stress more until it culminates in the explosion (which in itself would symbolize arti overcoming her past and harming someone in the name of love instead of hatred).

there might be some holes in my writing so if anyone needs clarification on some stuff please let me know, id be more than happy to expand on this stuff!

[confessionsofamasc]

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I was born in a hospital that I drive by sometimes. I don’t understand gender or sex more than anyone. I’ve read a lot of theory. I’ve taken comfort in it. It hasn't changed my conditions, but it's granted me a sense of stability. The best of it offers clarification. The worst of it makes me feel like I don’t exist. It’s like anything, it’s complicated. It has made me suspicious of any unifying theory of gender, of simplification. That abstraction feels like more of the same. The reduction, the disappearance, the slow death. Everything begs the question and everyone is too afraid to try and answer it.

The more I read the more ambiguity I am able to accept in myself and others. It usually isn't reciprocated.

I’m a man. Right now my hair is long. It’s annoying, it gets in the way. Recently I was enjoying wearing feminine clothing, but not so much at the moment. I used to date women. I used to be a lesbian. I used to be butch, in a lot of ways I still am. I got myself into a lot of trouble that way. I sought out people who could see my maleness somewhere inside of my womanhood. This was fraught. I try not to blame myself. My maleness made me vulnerable and people could tell. That's on them.

I don’t know what I look like. People see me as different things. I’ve been told that some of these different things lie in complete contradiction with each other. To some people I negate myself and they hate that. I don’t mind being a paradox. I didn’t make it a paradox. I know how I feel and I know what I want. How other people see me is not my responsibility. I know what feels right and what feels wrong. It's one of those things, like love. No justification needed. I like what this has given me, a general ambivalence I find freeing. No one owes me understanding, not even myself, just acceptance. I roll with the punches.

No one’s going to be able to know me from a short interaction. That’s fine. That’s not my problem. It’s not their problem either. But I correct them, I give them a chance. I am as honest as possible. It’s awkward. Sometimes it isn’t, sometimes there is that moment of two people meeting, like two comrades undercover. The nod, the smiles. Some people get angry. I avoid going places where they might be able to react. I don’t go out. Sometimes I don’t correct people. 

Sometimes I know that people want me to make myself smaller, more understandable, that I must diminish myself. Categorize, define, summarize, defend, defer. I get the feeling my complexity is the wrong kind of complexity. I hate deference, I want to be an equal participant in the conversation.

I was in line for a friend’s show, waiting to get my bag searched, my ID checked and a man behind me got close, started touching my bag. Same old. Bad jokes, mean jokes, stuff to try and make me feel vulnerable. Said he was putting his gun in my bag to hold onto. Trying to get me to engage to protect myself. Flatter him, don’t hurt his ego. That boring misogynistic flirting that kids start honing in grade school. I didn’t say anything. I made myself as uninteresting as I could. That hurt his feelings. “I bet you think I’m such an asshole”, he said with little kid anger. I continued to ignore him. I didn’t want him to hear my voice or see my face. He figured I was a girl. It's the hair. Then came his quick turn to vitriol, insults under his breath. I got inside and none of my friends were there yet. I pretended to be alright, cold-blooded. Like I don't feel anything.

I learned that quickly, that being a man is not a trump card, not for me. Some people tell me this can't be true, it's not the part about being a man. I become comprehensible to them only if they separate me from an important part of my whole, if they dictate myself back to me in a way they find acceptable, in line with their worldview. Sometimes I am asked to completely disavow it to be let back into life. That is a very old trick. I got tired of it when I was still a little girl.

I know that it is the catalyst. The thing about me, the nail in the coffin. No matter what kind of man I've been, it's been true. I can't forget it even if I'm told that I must be coming at it the wrong way because I have to hold that knowledge close to survive. When I abandon it I abandon myself. Bad things start to happen again.

Why is my understanding of the violence that happens to me up for debate? How can you debate a thing you can't even look wholly at? Who gets to abstract it, define it? I should really be asking, who decides what is too insignificant to be considered part of the definition? What violence gets to slip through the cracks, undefined as violence? Why? Why are my friends disappearing into abusive relationships like I did for most of my life? Why are my friends killing themselves? Why does no one notice?

I guess there are a lot of questions that everyone's afraid to ask.

[mara-macabre]

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These are some of my headcanons and plotline ideas for IT roleplays. Feel free to use any for yourself and friends, or change them as you want. DM if you want to roleplay - it doesn't have to be one of these plots.

I usually write two to four paragraphs, but I'm flexible as long as grammar and spelling are decent. I'm 28 years old, so please be 18+ if you reach out to roleplay. I'm open to erp but please give me a heads up if that's what you're going for.

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𝐻 𝐸 𝐴 𝐷 𝐶 𝐴 𝑁 𝑂 𝑁 𝑆

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𝑒 𝑑 𝑑 𝑖 𝑒    𝑘 𝑎 𝑠 𝑝 𝑏 𝑟 𝑎 𝑘

I see Eddie as sassy and opinionated, but not infantile. As he gets older, he mellows out some in his neuroticism regarding his germaphobic tendencies, but still struggles with certain things from time to time. Depending on the au (whether or not he forgets what happened during the Pennywise arc in their childhood), he may default back to his highly neurotic nature in adulthood.

Specifically in regards to a relationship with Richie (or anyone really), I feel that because he has control issues, he most likely operates most heavily as a switch, preferring to top with his partner until he fully trusts them. Of course this is flexible depending on the au - it’s just a headcanon.

𝑟 𝑖 𝑐ℎ 𝑖 𝑒    𝑡 𝑜 𝑧 𝑖 𝑒 𝑟

Richie is emotional albeit repressed. He hides his feelings behind his humor, which I feel is a pretty canon representation of him. Depending on the au (whether or not he remembers the other Losers after they move into adulthood), he develops to be a little more open with people he’s close to, letting them into his more emotional world. This can happen as early as his teen years depending on how the au plays out.

I see Richie as someone who’s game for whatever their partner wants most in a relationship (physically or emotionally) whether or not it’s good for him personally. He’s a chronic people pleaser, and his partner is the center of his world, whether for better or for worse.

Other miscellaneous headcanons include:

• Richie is one of the smartest in the Loser crew. This is mostly canon by book standards from what I understand, but he isn’t played that way very often.

• Richie has some pretty extreme undiagnosed ADHD going on. I’m not surprised given that ADHD wasn’t much of a thing in the time period(s) the story takes place in.

𝑠 𝑡 𝑎 𝑛 𝑙 𝑒 𝑦   𝑢 𝑟 𝑖 𝑠

I struggled a surprising amount trying to put my headcanons for Stan into words, so I hope I make sense here. Let me know if you need clarification.

I see Stan as an introvert, but one that watches. He loves his friends, but there’s an element to him that allows for him to fade himself into the background of any Losers scene despite being an equally important member.

I feel like he might have some undiagnosed OCD, and I feel this is also what would give him such a strong connection to Losers Club members like Eddie. Eddie would definitely understand some of his neuroticism, and in my opinion he would be a good match for the Loser Stan is closest to aside from Richie.

𝑝 𝑎 𝑡 𝑟 𝑖 𝑐 𝑘   ℎ 𝑜 𝑐 𝑘 𝑠 𝑡 𝑒 𝑡 𝑡 𝑒 𝑟

Confession time: I never read the IT novel by Stephen King. Despite that fact, I do know that Patrick Hockstetter is an absolute monster in the books. (Not that the Bowers Gang aren’t monsters as a general collective - movies, books or otherwise.)

With that out of the way, my interpretation of Patrick’s character does soften him somewhat if he’s being played in a romantic relationship. I’m a big fan of ‘monster’ type characters who don’t necessarily change who they are or what they believe, but rather adapt to become more socially palatable for the sake of their partner.

Patrick might never be the type of guy to buy Valentine’s chocolates for his date, but if he were able to find it in himself to muster up the ability to care (or obsess) for someone he’d definitely be the type to kill for them. I could picture him doing impulsive, violent things in response to someone insulting or hurting someone he’s decided to hold in esteem. Think similarly to the show ‘You’ on Netflix - they may have a stunted or limited capacity for emotion, but that doesn’t mean they don’t still have somewhat of a spectrum. They’re only human after all.

𝑛 𝑒 𝑖 𝑏 𝑜 𝑙 𝑡   𝑘 𝑖 𝑑 𝑠

When Pennywise made the Neibolt kids, he pulled them from the kids’ psyches, creating them from their fears, and broken pieces. He made them walking, talking mirror versions of the parts they wanted to hide most from themselves and others. It’s easiest to say they’re a summation of the things they fear, the things they hate about themselves, and the actions they’re most ashamed of.

Because they are essentially parts of each Loser that were pulled from their own self loathing, they are unable to hold any positive emotions for themselves and hate their originals with a passion. Oddly enough, this means that they don’t necessarily hate the other original Losers - only their original counterparts, and are even capable of love.

For example, Richie was terrified of others finding out that he was gay, and loved Eddie, so a big part of his Neibolt self would include his love for Eddie.

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𝑃 𝐿 𝑂 𝑇    𝐼 𝐷 𝐸 𝐴 𝑆

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𝑛 𝑒 𝑖 𝑏 𝑜 𝑙 𝑡    𝑡 𝑒 𝑒 𝑛 𝑠    𝐼

Romance plot for the Neibolt kiddos! This one is actually based around my headcanon for the Neibolt kids. This is technically specifically designed for a Reddie plotline, but I’d be more than happy to try other pairings with the concept as well!

Even when Pennywise disappeared, the Neibolt kids remained, living in Neibolt house and down in the sewers, since it’s the only life they know. Some way or another (whether because Richie decides to venture back into Neibolt for some morbid curiosity or other, or because N.Eddie decides to venture out on his own), Richie and N.Eddie end up running into each other. 

I picture this to be a slow burn Neibolt Eddie/Richie roleplay, not ending with Eddie/Richie.

𝑛 𝑒 𝑖 𝑏 𝑜 𝑙 𝑡    𝑡 𝑒 𝑒 𝑛 𝑠    𝐼 𝐼

This is a bit more traditional of a Neibolt kiddos au - Your run of the mill ‘The kids confront their mirror selves/each others alters’ type of roleplay. Good for any ship!

To spice it up, it might be cool to see them confront their Neibolt selves as adults, where the Neibolt kids have also grown up, and their fears have grown with them.

𝑚 𝑒 𝑡ℎ 𝑜 𝑑    𝑎 𝑐 𝑡 𝑜 𝑟 𝑠    𝑎 𝑢

The cute actors au no one asked for, where one or both in the pairing are method actors who were cast for the lead romance roles in a movie/tv show. Based on A Memory of Love by stellarbisexual on AO3.

After learning they’ve been cast as love interests, they move in together for an allotted amount of time (through filming) in order to get comfortable with living together domestically. Grocery shopping together, sleepy good mornings, spring cleaning when it’s rainy out... Endless domestic fluff possibilities. 

I think this could be fun with just about any ship, but most notably Reddie or Stozier.

𝑔ℎ 𝑜 𝑠 𝑡 ( 𝑠 )    𝑎 𝑢

This could probably be either Reddie, Streddie, Stozier, or any combo of those three characters really. 

The general idea is that person A moves into the house (whether as an adult or as a teen) and discovers that person B (and person C, if that’s the preference) are haunting the place. This could be played in a few different ways ranging anywhere from ‘They never met each other until this moment’ all the way to ‘Person A moved back to Derry after however many years, and the ghost(s) are their old childhood friend(s).'

This could really be customized a million different ways, so feel free to give spin off ideas of your own!

𝑎 𝑟 𝑡    𝑠 𝑐ℎ 𝑜 𝑜 𝑙    𝑎 𝑢

Another indulgent au which fits well with a million different pairings. You can customize the pairing, what their artistic focuses are, and whether or not they’re roommates. You can also decide if it’s a specialized high school, boarding school, or a college. 

Additionally, you can make the or as fluffy or angsty as you like, or even alternate. It’s really a crowd pleaser type of au. Could even be the case of going along with canon through the 2017 movie!

𝑏 𝑎 𝑛 𝑑 / 𝑚 𝑢 𝑠 𝑖 𝑐 𝑖 𝑎 𝑛 𝑠    𝑎 𝑢

Heyo, everyone loves a good au where all parties get to be musically talented heathens. I was thinking of either Reddie or Stozier for this one, but I’m open to others.

More specifically, what I had in mind was Richie already being a part of a band, and needing to find a vocalist/second vocalist/keyboard player for the group. They hold auditions and are having a hard time finding a good fit, but somehow stumble across Stan/Eddie, and begin trying to convince them to join the group.

I don’t know, I just think it could be fun to have duets and stuff - plus, playlists!

𝑚 𝑦 𝑠 𝑡 𝑒 𝑟 𝑦    𝑐 𝑟 𝑒 𝑤    𝑎 𝑢

A spin off of the 2017 It movie where after they ‘defeat’ Pennywise the first time, the club decides to become actual monster hunters to prevent anything like what happened to Georgie (and the other kids in their town) from happening to anyone else.

Cue a few years (or more) down the road and they’re bonafide monster/ghost hunters traveling around to defeat any evils lurking in town. Like a weird Supernatural/Scooby Doo style au.

Twenty seven years after they first encounter It, Pennywise comes back and they all have to confront what made them begin their lifestyle in the first place, and put it to rest once and for all.

𝑡 𝑖 𝑚 𝑒   𝑡 𝑟 𝑎 𝑣 𝑒 𝑙   𝑎 𝑢   𝐼

I think we all know where this is going - we’ve all seen the numerous fics with this exact trope in a multitude of fandoms (well, those of us who read fanfiction anyway). This is officially my little IT time travel au!

I don’t have a particular ship in mind for this, and I don’t mind playing through this plot without any romance at all. That said, I don’t mind adding shipping either, but with a couple stipulations:

• If the romance is happening in the past, I’d prefer for it to be the case that whichever character has gone back in time either slowly starts to forget being an adult OR

• The romance in the past is mostly implication, and the characters become romantic once the time-traveling character has made it back to the (hopefully changed) future.

𝑡 𝑖 𝑚 𝑒   𝑡 𝑟 𝑎 𝑣 𝑒 𝑙   𝑎 𝑢   𝐼 𝐼

This is sort of a reverse of the first one, where instead of some cosmic force pulling one of the older crew backwards in time, a character from the past is zapped into their future. I think this one has the potential to be really fun and comedic with some serious moments strewn throughout.

In this case, I think any romance would be between two adult characters - most likely whichever characters end up taking care of our time traveler. The traveling character can either take over their adult body, or they can arrive in their still-a-kid body and meet their future self. Either way, it could be a good time.

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[apheliia]

APHE! I started writing fanfic! And even though the actual fandom isn’t one you’re in I do wanna take a second to say how much I appreciate you and truly admire your writing abilities, because I’m planning to write character x character bg3 stuff I’m not sure if you’d be able to help a tone but do you have any tips for outlining or character descriptions?

Oh! And sorry if I’m asking a lot of you but i really wanted to incorporate/emulate some of the timeskips(?) you do in a lot of your fics, I know it’s really ambitious for a first time fic writer but I’d still really appreciate any thoughts you have on the matter! Love you ❤️

OH MY GODDDDD I'M SO PROUD OF YOU HI 🥺🫶 it isn't a fandom i'm in rn, you're right, but i do intend to be in it eventually HAHAHA as for advice, here are some general tips that may be of assistance! anyone can use these tips btw, but just remember that these are tips based on my writing style specifically. you may not agree with or like them. that's fine. this is just how i write.

physical character descriptions — generally speaking, we all know what the characters look like. you don't need to overexplain it or mention it too many times. you don't need a lengthy paragraph just describing the character, because we already know what they look like! however, every now and then, it's good to describe them in reference to something that might be associated with them. e.g., in my most recent oc blog post, i have pure vanilla describe chantilly's eyes as the color of a bluebird's feathers because it's an animal associated with both him and them, thus emphasizing a sort of connection between them and showcasing partially how pv views his student—that is, he sees them to be as cute and sweet as a bluebird 🥺 this is probably one of my favorite things to do when describing a character's appearance. another example could be to describe a character's hair as being the color of flames, or their freckles as constellations dotted across their skin. remember, everything is a tool that can be used to showcase relationships and bonds and symbolism in general. everything. of course, don't be afraid to just name a color every now and then too! it's all about balance. tldr, utilizing symbolism when depicting a character's appearance helps to emphasize a trait that they have or a way that the other character views them, BUT you know... you can also just say that their eyes are blue. that's fine. balance is key LMAO

setting a mood — does the tone feel wrong? does something feel flat or just... not dynamic enough? try describing the weather or time of day. i heard this tip once and it has SAVED MY LIFE so many times. sometimes we focus so much on getting the main ideas of story we want to tell across properly that we forget to build around the story as well. the weather is important. personify the weather. give the sun an angry, judgemental glare if your character cries during the day. let the character receive a gentle, soothing kiss from the moon when they shed their tears at night. this is also a great opportunity for symbolism that relates to your character(s). as i said, everything is a tool for symbolism HAHAH

my style of timeskips — perhaps the most important thing to remember about my timeskips is that i make them make sense. when i skip ahead to a new scene, that scene is either foreshadowed in the one before it or i carefully explain how we got to that scene. you don't need to put how far ahead the timeskip is under your divider; simply throw in a mention of how long it's been in the scene itself. i do not draw an excessive amount of attention to the timeskip. i simply do it, if that makes sense, and i focus on maintaining the flow between scenes.

i hope these help at least a little!!! please drop by again if you need anything else or any clarification. i love you too 🥺🥺🫶🫶🫶🫶

[echosoftheflower]

Okay, to kick off this “attempting to put all my ideas for IBVS online” rabbit hole, let's start with what I'm assuming is CK’s favorite theory of mine.

Rose Beamer has powers.

Now I don't really have much evidence supporting this yet but what I do have feels like some pretty good foreshadowing.

First, let's start off with the powers, we know they are genetic, potentially some kind of gene that is unlocked by adrenaline or some other fight or flight instinct. This is pretty obvious from the fact that everyone who has powers’ siblings have powers. Nevin and Drew, Edward and Geno, and even Edward and Dez are cousins (stated to be on his father’s side). So if siblings are likely to both get powers, then why don't any adults seem to have them? This could either be from them never being unlocked (like how Drew and Dez gained their powers much later on) or the gene potentially skipping generations. 

All of this is to say, that the chances of Rose having powers - or at least the potential for them - is much higher than it may first seem.

The second part of this is something that I've also noticed in Cody (but he is a theory for another day). We know a little too much about her. For a character that's gotten a total of two scenes, we have 1: A character ref,  2: A name, 3: Her job, 4: A pretty good read of her personality, and 5: Her dynamic with Isaac (caring and fun but often busy with work). 

I think she has the potential to become a bigger part of the story and would tie in well with bringing attention back to Isaac (our main character).

Speaking of Isaac, this is where the real powers part comes in. 

If Rose has powers, then what are they?

Well, we know that Isaac's main power is to bring drawings to life, but he also has a seemingly secondary power of being able to move specifically liquid art supplies at will.

And in IBVS there is one other time a person with liquid-based powers is mentioned, seemingly as a throwaway line

"Drew and Nevin both got to the point and opened up, and even their incredibly catholic grandmother, who could have been a hit or miss when it came to something like this, ended up just nodding and saying ‘oh, I knew a young lady like that about twenty years ago.’

She went into a longwinded story about the girl. About how, in her earlier years of trying to get work in the States, she needed to take an extra job at a daycare, and one of her fellow workers, a woman in her twenties, could create ripples in water like currents with her mind. While Drew was utterly thrilled at hearing this, Nevin was only surprised hearing this from his grandmother of all people.

Grandma Jovel proceeded to give the clarification that Nevin wanted to hear–she didn’t plan to tell anyone about them, due to the danger it could create for them.” (chapter 20 season 1)

Grandma Jovel knew a woman like that twenty years ago. If that lady was in her twenties then, then she would now be in her forties, the perfect age range for someone whose only child is currently 16. And also, the lady had minor water/liquid manipulation powers, a power that could easily be matched with Isaac's stronger-manipulation-but-less-materials-affected.

Grandma Jovel also mentioned that she wouldn't tell anyone, "due to the danger it could create for them," so she understands that people finding out they had powers might put them in danger. This could just be the general "we don't know how people would react" but it could also be that something happened to that lady, say, she goes missing.

This kind of branches out into an entirely new theory (and where I start losing evidence) but, Rose may have been one of the women in the lab. It's specified that the woman who wrote the letters in Ghost Stories worked there; however we don't know if it was as a volunteer or scientist, and she also mentioned how they weren't allowed to leave. We also know that the letter never left the lab. There is a chance that Rose worked there as a psychologist to try to understand how and why she has these powers. If these experiments are what I believe them to be (Mr. Wolfe and Xavier testing the supernatural gene to create Sigma) then it would explain why she would never tell Isaac about her powers or help him figure out if he had any, as she would know that people like Wolfe could come for either of them. 

This also goes into another theory about the potential of Isaac's natural powers actually only being the paint manipulation, and the creation part being the other half of Sigma reacting to it. But that's a whole other thing.

TLDR: Rose Beamer may be the lady we hear about from Grandma Jovel in chapter 20

[perfectlyvalid49]

Appreciate the input, patience, and visual

Not gonna mince words on the sourcing issue since it’s a moot point although your dismissal of tl something’s validity because it’s associated with AI is… concerning.

I find your pivot to the myth about pedophelia within Jewish spaces curious given how I’m acutely aware of that accusation as a queer AMAB and find that piece of intersectionality crucial in identifying where “hey, my in group might actually need a reality check because we are so divorced from reality it’s AFFECTING people”

Here’s more of what I mean:

The OG convo stemmed from circumcision and has now largely evolved (call it goal post shifting or whatever but the crux is still there, I promise) to whether or not the IDF/Israel was the main driver of antisemitism because of how they treat Hasidic Jews.

I ALSO have qualms with that community because they didn’t get vaccinated and still largely congregated during COVID which is just… unethical? So I think about that, or what they do to oppress women, or queer people, or their own xenophobia or whatever and then I STILL look at them being anti Israel and have to think “huh, the enemy of my enemy really CAN be my friend” and that’s the point I think most people miss.

I get if the tradition needs to be changed internally because at the end of the day, duh, but also, maybe consider external realities and how that might be a wise consideration. God works in mysterious ways or sumthin’

I did not dismiss its validity because it’s associated with AI, I dismissed its validity because it was associated with AI (which is known to give false information) with no corroborating evidence. If you had been able to link to a non-AI source also saying that you can use quotes when paraphrasing, I would not have dismissed it because the AI said it as well, I only dismissed it because the AI disagreed with multiple other sources. Can you elaborate on why you find that concerning? And I will point out that I also dismissed its validity because the link that you provided did not even say what you were trying to prove.

If you are acutely aware of how accusations of pedophilia can be harmful to the queer AMAB community that you understand how they can be harmful to the Jewish community as well. And if you are capable of understanding that, then you are capable of understanding that those accusations come largely from goyim who are obsessed with circumcision, as you are. That means that you’re either not as understanding as you claim to be, or you don’t care that your words can and will be used to hurt us. I’m inclined to believe both.

You make it hard for anyone who isn’t us to track this conversation by responding with new asks instead of reblogging with a reply. This is a shitty tactic to allow you to make false claims about what was discussed previously, and I’m not having it. So to be clear, our conversation started with you asking about my definition of Zionism, followed by you asking for clarification on self determination. You then moved on to asking about giving Gaza back, and solidarity between Jews and other ethnic minorities (which to be fair, I misinterpreted as being about ethnic minorities within Judaism).

But then things started getting weird. Your next ask was primarily a push back on my saying that some of the countries surrounding Israel have 0 Jews in their population by citing completely unrelated things, and a claim on Kabbalah, which your white ass has no right to. Your follow up to that included telling me that quotes can be used for paraphrasing, incorrect information on Kabbalah (still claiming you can play with something from a closed religion), assigning me a race, accusations of Jews being anti-feminist and anti-gay, and accusations that I’m “yucking your yum” when I tell you that Judaism is a semi-closed religion and you can’t just take stuff from it.

You continued on in your next ask by saying that you had a “complex claim to a lot of religions”, accused Israel of being a settler colonial state, accused Jews of trolling and homophobia because you can’t find a rabbi who is willing to convert you, wrote the tetragrammaton (a big no when interacting with Jews) and only here do you bring circumcision into the conversation.

So, no, that’s not by any means the “OG convo.” Also, that was yesterday, the conversation has not “evolved” since then. You did make one more ask between that one and this one and you do mention the IDF, but the IDF/Israel as the main driver of antisemitism is literally a concept you’re introducing here for the first time in this conversation.

So at this point, you’re just using these asks to put antisemitic talking points in my inbox, and I’m tired of it. I’m tired of you trying to manipulate my words into something they’re not. I’m tired of you outright lying about the course of the conversation so far. I’m tired of your entitlement toward my culture. And I’m tired of trying to have a conversation with an antisemite.

Enjoy reading this as an email because I’m about to disappear from your tumblr.

[my-hybrid-moments]

my writing

hey !! i just wanted to clarify on some things just so its clear for anyone reading/requesting anything!!

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

- if it's not specified in the request, i will automatically make the reader gender neutral (unless it's smut, but i'll get into that in a second)

- if you don't ask for anything specific and you only mention the character/person you'd like then i will reply asking for more info on what you'd like, but if there is no clarification in 24 hours then i'll figure something out myself and hope for the best

- i might sometimes get caught up in work outside of tumblr, which means my regular times for finishing a piece can vary from anywhere from hours to days at a time - i would appreciate it so much if patience could be given so i'm able to perfect the work as much as possible

- i will write smut however this will unfortunately be afab!reader only and will likely contain she/they pronouns or no pronouns at all as i don't feel like it is my place to be writing specified amab!reader smut since i am not male bodied - i fear that i wouldn't capture what would be needed to make it a good piece and i feel that others would do a much better job

- on that note, i'm happy to write for male readers just not for smut !! anything else i'm happy to make male!reader if specified !!

- literally just request anything in the world you could possibly want and chances are i'll give it a go - if i don't feel comfortable with a request i'll let it be known with a reason

hope this gives a bit more insight to my writing style for anyone wanting to request anything !! <33

[phatcatphergus]

when talking about wording, for the love of god remember that the same way you give some liniency to tubbo for his dislexya, fred's admin is NOT a native english speaker, and has even mentioned before that for a while they struggled with wilbur and phil's accent specifically

but for some reason you are all expecting them to be able to convey emotions or full thoughts fluently without anything that could be missread and that's wild.

there's a LOT of talks about this entire situation by tubbo watchers that are leaning to be borderline xenophobia and honestly, it's just killing my entire vibe of being anywhere close tubbo's lore or anything that might make my non-native english speaking ass have to interact with tubblings

I have mentioned many times that the language barrier plays a large part in the initial miscommunication. I don't fault anyone for the miscommunication, that is completely separate from how the fandom has treated Tubbo because of a mutual miscommunication.

I also previously stated that tone was important when reading the letter and TTS wouldn't have helped. My main issue with the admin is that the admin handled the situation in an unprofessional manner. I don't think that talking about it on stream (a stream of someone who isn't involved in the lore) and assuming that Tubbo was done instead of reaching out directly was the best option. Especially if the admin had mentioned they found Tubbo hard to understand in the past and needed clarification. I spoke about it previously, but there were a few times either of them could have reached out and the admin specifically could have reached out when Tubbo was asking about furthering his lore.

I am not someone who is blaming the admin for a language barrier. I am not saying that the admin is completely at fault for the miscommunication. I am not saying that the admin was intentionally misleading Tubbo. What I am saying, is that the aftermath wasn't handled in a professional manner. There are a few reasons for the aftermath being so bad and people not wanting to acknowledge the admin had an equal part in the miscommunication was part of it. People don't like to say if the admins have fault even, if it's shared.

I understand why you would be angry, believe me. But don't accuse me of blaming one person for the initial miscommunication when I have said multiple times that I don't.

[hermetiqa]

Hello! First of all thank you so much for performing the readings for me🤍 Here’s my feedback for the readings!

1- the person that it wronged me was someone from my teenage years. You got it right! Also they never apologised to me because they think they did nothing wrong to me.. even if they suddenly apologised to me which is so unlikely since I cut off contacts with them, it is too late and also not needed.

“They might have manipulated you in some way, something that's related to your emotions and maybe even something you're passionate about” yess that’s so accurate! They manipulated me emotionally and gaslighted me to do things that I must do, but actually I am free to do whatever I want, but they couldn’t accept that I didn’t have the same vision as them.

Also it is so accurate that when I have the closure I am more vocal about my boundaries! It is something that I worked out for a while. I found stability in myself and I am very patient with myself, since nobody had that patience with me then I got it from myself.

“Just because you said it doesn't mean that it was real” I like this part so much because they were projecting their life experiences to me and instead of acknowledging that my life and theirs are just different they keep pushing their ideas to me. I hated it so much.

For clarification, this person is not my ex or something, just an official stranger that I would usually talk with. We weren’t even friends so they feel entitled of having a saying over me made me so mad and frustrated.

The last part of this reading does resonate so much because I will welcome only the people that respect me and love me for who I am. I refuse to let random people in my life from now and on.

Also it is something that I am currently manifesting.

I am sure that I almost got closure and will never see my past ever again. That person taught me how I will never let anyone tell me what I can or cannot do because they wanted their version of me that is not me.

2- this confirmed what I knew! And you are absolutely correct that at that time I indeed was hopeful and curious of their answer. This is the same person that I was mentioning previously.

From their personality I was sure to receive insults from them because I was an ungrateful bitch or something but at the end of the day I am glad I never received their answer.

“You need to learn to heal without receiving anything. You shouldn't ask them for "closure" that you deserve because if they really wanted to give you this, you should've had it by now.” I actually I didn’t have any high hopes to receive anything for every connection that I ended. So this part didn’t really resonate with me. For “closure that I deserve” I mean let my past self rest for good. I was tormenting myself because of past experiences, that’s what I meant. I am sorry that I didn’t clarify that.

“I can also see here that if you received a response to your letter, there's a tendency that you won't be able to walk away from the connection.” This is true. If at that time I received their insults then I would be so mad that I would have a hard time to process everything.

“You might wait for them (again) and be patient with them. This person already betrayed you.” I am not waiting for them, heck no lol. But this person did betray my trust. I have zero patience for them and if I have them in front of me I would slap their face for manipulating a fucking teenage me and be the worst guide ever.

“This person has strong masculine energy here and you might've felt safe around them and emotionally connected at some point, but your connection was draining, whether you noticed it or not and whether you admit it or not.” They are a man yes! I did feel safe to tell some of my personal issue because I was looking up to him as a guide and teacher and not someone that would manipulate me because I was disagreeing with his points😃

I don’t remember if I put that much effort in that connection but it did drain my energies the last years that I was talking with him. It seems that I trusted the wrong person from the very beginning but whatever lol.

“Your spirit guide prevented you from receiving an answer to your letter because you've already went through a lot in this connection and you're better off without them.” Yes that’s accurate! That was what I am being told and actually what happened behind my back. I guess I am blessed for not receiving their letter.

These two readings resonated with me 80%! If you practice more I am sure that you will be a very scarily accurate reader! You most of the time did guess right! Your intuition is very good!!

Thank you for your energies and did overall enjoyed my readings🤍

Hello! Thank you so much for the feedback. I'm so sorry to hear that not everything resonated with you, I was trying out a different way of doing the readings when I did the free mini readings. But still, I'm glad you enjoyed your readings! Again, thank you for the feedback. You're such a sweetheart and I appreciate your feedback. It's so detailed!! I wish you well <3

[mhateesyoux]

Y’all i wanted to make another post on episode 6 cause after rewatching that heartbreaking sandray scene over and over again I noticed something that is super important for their dynamic. HEADS UP THIS IS POST IS ABOUT SANDRAY ONLY

okay so let’s dive in:

We know that the fight was the cause of Ray being disgusted over the recording and finding out that Top is in fact playing/ or was playing with Mew. Add a little alcohol & drugs to that mix and you get the mess that was Ray’s exposing. So let’s also remember that the pool scene had Ray sort of happy because he thought sand was finally going to want to address their situationship hence him asking, “you only called me out to play pool?” Which led to sand saying, “no, I want to talk about Mew.” Followed by a very taken back reaction from Ray. He then asks, “are you not okay that i like him” which leads me to think that maybe Ray is thinking, I hope me liking me best friend won’t ruin a friendship or potential future relationship with the guy I’m slowly falling for. Sand in this whole interaction is being very badly dismissive of his obvious feelings for Ray. I think at this point, Ray knows Sand likes him. And Ray possibly does too, maybe not as much as Sand but he definitely feels some type of way towards him.

Anyway, we know where that scene leads. Back to the argument. The painful argument which is breaking all our hearts. I’m leaving this:

because it is very important. In the midst of all the chaos created by hurt, which may i add; i don’t think it was just his feelings for Mew and the anger he felt about knowing the situation on Top & Boston but the constant teasing by his so called friends of him not having a lover or anyone by his side compared to them. All that bottled up and he finally exploded. I saw on many posts on here how his friends literally let him leave while intoxicated which i agree & in my opinion is very insensitive. Of course, Sand goes after him.

Getting to the point of the picture above. Look at his face. Literally translates to: “are you fucking kidding me? After all that? Yea bullshit.” Not only does he not believe Sand in the moment but he looks so sad. At this point this is a confession from Sand. But Ray doesn’t believe it. He says “why are you butting into my business?” Followed by:

So… “what are we?” He wants clarification, he wants to hear Sand say it: i like you.

Sand again, doesn’t stick to his heart or feelings. He dismissed it yet again by saying, “we’re nothing” as you saw above in the clip. Ray is frustrated at this point. Maybe not the perfect time or moment for a confession but I feel that’s what he wanted, needed in that moment. After hearing Sand say, “we’re nothing” “risk your own life but not others” he’s done. His reaction: heartbroken. Yet again, no one gives a damn about him. That’s all that he’s thinking right now. Despite Sand’s clear & obvious actions he doesn’t believe Sand feels any different towards him like everyone else. This pain all leads to him treating sand like a literal whore, trash. He’s nothing to him cause that’s all he’s ever been from the start (in his mind) I sensed a little regret when he tossed Sand to the floor but let’s not forget he’s hurting over many things: the situation with Mew, his friends, Sand, and most importantly himself.

Next episode we might get an insight on to who Ray really is, hopefully. I’m nervous, excited, scared, anxious to see what’s in store for this couple. I hope they’re able to communicate better & really start confessing if they feel something for each other, which they obviously do.

Let me know your add ons/ thoughts!

[starsmuserainbow]

Sorry for going so very, very much off-anyrealtopic here. This is not IC, not about anyone here but myself, I just need to get something off my chest about, well, in a way personal stuff but also, societies or idk what exactly, and this is my place to get stuff out.

Idk what I should tag this as, so consider this the only "warning" I can give. Simple said, it's probably better if you don't click the readmore. I probably won't feel comfortable having shared all this by tomorrow or at least next week or something, anyway.

Why. Why why why do things always have to be about money? Always, everything.

I never mention this on here really, and I don't wanna go into details here either, but basically, I don't have my own income and live through support from my family. Not that my family is rich, very much the opposite, it's basically that everyone gives up some things just for me so that I can live like this. Which, I do feel horrible for, but I also do not want to give up the "state of life" I'm in/having currently. Don't ask me to explain (if you do ask, I might try to explain my thoughts a little, but I don't really wanna make this too prominent a topic on my blog because in the end that's not what anyone is here for), judge me if you must, but I just felt the need to add this for clarification or something. Idk. I wish I could properly talk about this to anyone but if I myself feel horrible about it - not sure if by my own conscience or what, or more because of knowing and having heard often enough what other people think of this type of living - and I know what the "common sense" about these things is, how am I supposed to even consider properly talking about this to anyone.

Why is it so difficult for states or whatever to just make it so everyone, absolutely everyone, gets just enough money to come by? For all these important things like food, healthcare and, idk, power and warmth or something, and like, just the bare minimum. Without any need for anyone to "do" something for it alike applying for jobs or doing side jobs or whatever. Just a general funding to keep people alive and okay. Like, if it's just for really the bare minimum with very little leeway for anything out of the ordinary (maybe if you save up for a while you can afford some new machine or device or whatever, the likes, but basically it takes a while to save anything much), I'm sure not many people would be happy or satisfied with it, and outside of that I think that most people actually want to and "have to" work out of what they themselves feel the need/urge to do "with their lives" or something anyway, so "everyone would do it then" is not an explanation. And like, those like me, that just want to live and experience some (small) things here and there that I can save up for if I do so really carefully, could live in peace with that and without having to be forced into things and suffering through like idk shtty work or not being able to pay for whatever necessary stuff, or something.

I just, I just. I just want to live in peace, be able to eat and survive and play some games and/or do my writing and iconing and watch shows or whatever. I don't need travels or big events or anything like that, I just want to live my life on my own - well, with my family, but, yknowwhatImean. I don't want much. I don't need much. I know I'm not social. I never was. I always was a loner, I never liked being among people (except for family, which is different). I have no (RL-)friends. I like my online-"friends" or contacts, I don't need more or anything else.

I wish there'd be an easy way to have like a little bit of (passive?) income through whatever online or the likes way so I could live this life I want, without having to live off of others. If it would be possible, I'd rather live "off the state" than off my family, but it's not as simple as it might sound.

If anyone actually reads this, I'm already expecting to get/hear, idk, insults or mean comments or something about being lazy and whatever, or who knows if I get especially unlucky many of you will decide that they don't want a person like this on their following/mutual-list and I end up having like no mutuals anymore by tomorrow or whatever, but, something brought all this back up inside of me today and I just have to scream it into the void somewhere.

[twildflower]

sorry im very mad about this. might be my sickness acting up like i know i shouldnt be beefing with someone that does not give a shit but i just cannot win the idgaf war...

sorry this ended up on this acc i was gonna post this on a different one but this ended up way too long and idk. i dont like this there.

sigh. i cant wait until i get a default response to these people instead of just makinh one on the spot every fucking time and giving too much of a shit when they give me an annoying ass reply. like. i was not even being mean. they have not seen what i would say if i was mean. i couldve just said you illiterate fuck read the rules no teambuilding posts go find more recent guides the ones you marked down in your google doc are fucking shit and outdated youre fuckinh stupid but no i was being very polite and repeatedly said i was genuinely surprised they dont know how to do teambuilding and even said please read the rules and they say im RUDE??!????? like go fuck yourself man. what the fuck.

oh hey wow who the heck read my rant to here thank u 🫶 well if you care enough then funny thing my mod application..thing i guess, the mod's a really chill guy he just had some default questions. actually went through his first picks and im very probably gonna be a mod there how cool is that im gonna get a fedora/j i dont like them. ive just been mostly clearing up posts and sometimes commenting on SM and PV stuff so idrk if anyone actually recognizes me but hey i passed the mods vibe check!! and ive been on my best behaviour!!! im a very good boy :) ive seen some people that specialize in answering megathread stuff and they applied for mod too (very probably gonna be accepted, and very cool) and another person that i saw a few times that also clears up posts? i dont rlly know, i saw many people say oh they put a lot of time into the sub so idk. maybe they do something else mainly. or we have different timezones idk. anyway. cool stuff i really like the new owner/mod. i really do need to get clarification on some stuff though.

whats my username errrr nah. if you're on the sub you might figure it out sooner or later by yourself. im not that interested in deadass linking my reddit to tumblr. im like. idk im not proud of being a reddit user but im really proud of being able to become a mod???? idk. its like im at the end of my life now, being a reddit mod for a huge ass sub at 18 years old goes crazy. i hope i dont end up getting rejected im gonna be really sad, i shouldnt but get rejected but. idk

[seitmai]

He must have been mistaken. There was no way anyone actually read the stuff he posted online, let alone Anna. He just did it for a way to help him release his emotions and thoughts. He was going to offer to walk her to her door. He wanted to make sure she got inside safely.

He wanted to do a lot of things that would hopefully come across in a friendly way. This was decidedly not how he imagined his night would end, staring at the spot where she disappeared inside and wondering if she regretted kissing him. She really ran away from him at top speed without any clarification.

Ah no no no

Before she could change her mind, she texted him and then turned off her phone. I'm sorry. That was a mistake. Please forgive me.

No Anna no!!

"Yeah, yeah," he said with an eye roll. "Sure. But did he? Because I've been being a dick all week about getting him on a dating app even though I know he's not into the idea. Jake and I thought it might help." "Are you serious right now?" his wife gasped, smacking at his hands while Anna rubbed her temples with her fingertips. "I told you not to interfere," she hissed.

Damn it Bradley!! I'm against violence but he needs a smack in the back of his head 🤦🏻‍♀️I'm glad Sugar is putting him in his place lol

Bradley said, "I'll make extra hummus," before his wife started pushing him to the door. The confirmation that the hummus was in fact homemade left Anna feeling slightly jealous.

Wow I'm so jealous too

He smiled and waved at Anna before he looked at his wife and said, "I just want all of my friends to be as happy as I am."

Anna desperately wanted to be that happy, too.

Ahhh I think they are trying to kill me 😭 it's so hard to watch because they clearly would be SO happy together

"You should tell her that you don't want to be just friends. And then kiss her."

Solid tip Mickey, very straightforward but those two need it to be on their noses

Sometimes he felt like the most organized one out of all of his friends, and it was honestly amazing that Mickey even managed to get to work on time.

Group mom Bob strikes once again!

This poem, however, he didn't know if he'd be able to post it at all. He found himself writing about red hair when he realized it would warrant a mature rating label if he ever did decide to post it. Then he started to think about all the things he wanted to do with Anna and her red hair. 

Bob, the smut poet. This is absolut amazing 😏

He stroked himself with his eyes closed, panting softly and whispering some of his own poetry, and he wasn't even surprised when he came all over his flat abs. When he adjusted his glasses with his clean hand, he thought he'd much prefer to see Anna in his bed with him.

Hot and cute (the essence of Bob basically)

Even that old bartender looked excited to celebrate. Even Dr. Rosenthal showed up. 

Love those two🫶🏻

Bradley chuckled. "I invited him to get Jake riled up, but I had no idea you'd be collateral damage."

Bradley really makes questions choices in his involvement with Bob's dating/love life 🤦🏻‍♀️

What Bob wouldn't give to have Natasha back. He missed her terribly, and all the guys seemed to be better behaved when she was around. But she'd take one look at Anna and probably embarrass him in front of her even more.

🥺🥺🥺

He cleared his throat. "You know how you told me you didn't think I should use the dating app? Because I didn't need it?" He squeezed the steering wheel tight in both hands and said, "Well, I don't think you need Dev's phone number." He watched her jump down and turn to glance his way, and then she smiled. "Yeah?" she asked, reaching for the door handle but looking at him. 

I can't with them!!

😭😭😭

Covering the Classics Part 6 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: In the aftermath of the kiss, Bob and Anna try to process their feelings. Bob works on more of his poetry while Anna hides from her friends, but neither of them can get past their attraction. When another man arrives during a night out, all Bob feels is jealousy.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, masturbation, eventually 18+

Length: 5100 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

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Taking Anna to Chippy's was a mistake, because Bob was falling harder by the minute. She was cute and smart. Witty and reserved. And the fact that she was a little tipsy after one drink just made her more endearing. Jessica could drink more Sam Adams than anyone he'd ever seen before, and Bradshaw's wife could probably play beer pong professionally, but not Anna. She was giggling and demanding he not download a dating app. She was smiling nonstop and touching him. And he wasn't even allowed to have a chance with her.

She only lived a mile or so from campus, which was a shame, because Bob would have liked to spend more time with her. He played with the radio dials in his old truck as he drove, trying to keep his hands busy. And that's when he swore he heard Anna whisper a line from his poem.

"What did you just say?" he asked, eyeing her closely.

"Nothing," she told him as the car behind his truck honked, and Bob tapped the accelerator when he realized the light was green. He must have been mistaken. There was no way anyone actually read the stuff he posted online, let alone Anna. He just did it for a way to help him release his emotions and thoughts.

But he wanted to make sure. When he parked at the curb in front of her building, he turned toward her with curious eyes and whispered, "I thought you said-"

He was instantly distracted by the way she kept her eyes on his as her chest rose and fell a little faster. She unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted closer to him along the seat, and he froze as she leaned in and kissed him. Her lips found his like it was the most natural thing in the world. When she made a soft sound, he raised his hand up to touch her cheek, something he'd been dying to do for weeks and weeks. Her skin felt silky soft as she nibbled gently on his lip, and then he remembered everything that she'd said to him. He couldn't start down this path just to have her put up another roadblock. 

He forced himself away from her. "Anna. I don't think this is something friends do," he croaked, praying that by some twist of face, she'd end up in his arms. 

"I'm so sorry," she gasped, hauling herself back across the seat and throwing the door open. "I'm so sorry, Bob." He watched her climb down and grab her tote bag, barely glancing back at him as she slammed the door and ran inside the building. 

He was going to offer to walk her to her door. He wanted to make sure she got inside safely. He wanted to do a lot of things that would hopefully come across in a friendly way. This was decidedly not how he imagined his night would end, staring at the spot where she disappeared inside and wondering if she regretted kissing him. She really ran away from him at top speed without any clarification.

"Damn it, Bob," he whispered as he put his truck in gear. But he didn't know what he could have done differently. He just wished he didn't know how fucking good it felt to have Anna's lips on his, because it would probably never happen again. He wanted to ask her why she kissed him in the first place. Then an even more devastating thought occurred to him. What if she didn't want to be his friend after this?

He really needed Nat to come home from her deployment, because he knew he couldn't mention this to Jessica at D&D. What would he even tell her? That Anna kissed him exactly once and then ran away faster than an olympic sprinter?

Then he parked in front of his house and saw the text that made him shove his phone into his pocket and not look at it again until morning. 

Anna Webber: I'm sorry. That was a mistake. Please forgive me.

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Anna was curled up in her sad bed trying not to cry. Bob would probably never want to talk to her again now. What kind of person told a man they just wanted to be friends and then kissed him like the words meant nothing? Anna, apparently. But it felt so nice. No. Better than that. Kissing Bob felt necessary.

Before she could change her mind, she texted him and then turned off her phone. I'm sorry. That was a mistake. Please forgive me.

She rolled onto her back and started to cry. Not for the first time, she thought about calling Kevin and screaming at him for ruining everything. She should feel a sense of freedom by now after finally leaving him in New Jersey with Alyssa, but she just didn't. It wasn't fair that Anna had no control over what Kevin did when he still seemed to dictate what she was allowed to do. But she knew she had to be a better person than him.

When she reached down to the floor, her fingers found the stack of books she was currently reading for work and for entertainment. She picked up the Vonnegut from Bob, because it wasn't even really that late, and she was in a mood now anyway. Then she took the time to find the note from him. Her new bookmark. She read through her tears until they stopped. She didn't dog ear a single page. She used his note to save her spot, and then she fell asleep with the book pressed to her chest. 

She felt awful on Friday at work. When she gave her first lecture, it felt forced instead of insightful, and her notes seemed to blur on the pages in front of her. She didn't have an appetite, which was fine since she had no money for food and forgot to pack a lunch. Instead of going to the weird tree and the nicest women she'd ever met, she sat in her office and cried with her head resting on her folded arms. 

Bob didn't text her back, but she figured he wouldn't. There was really nothing else to say. She already decided she wasn't going to mention the kiss to Advanced Calculus or Advanced Physics, but perhaps she should tell them it would be a good thing after all if Bob went on a dating app. He deserved to be happy. Someone else would make him happy. 

As Anna was packing up everything she would need for the weekend, there was a knock on her office door. It was late, and her stomach was growling loudly, but she called out, "Come in!"

The room was so small, Bradley Bradshaw and his wife barely fit on the opposite side of her desk when standing side by side, and Anna watched him shuffle around so he was standing partially behind her. "What's up, Anna?" he rasped with a grin, and she had no difficulty imagining him ten years younger in a loud fraternity house. 

"Hi," she replied, clasping her hands together. "What are you both doing here? I was just about to catch the bus and go home."

"You never came to lunch today!" her friend complained. "And you didn't text me back. I was starting to get nervous that the creeper from the sociology department got to you or something."

"No," Anna replied with a soft laugh. "I'm fine."

Two pairs of eyes bored into her, and then Bradley and his wife both blurted out, "How was Chippy's?"

"Did Bob make a move?" Bradley asked, his hands caressing his wife through her tweed blazer. 

Anna swallowed a huge lump of guilt. "We're just friends," she managed to say.

"Yeah, yeah," he said with an eye roll. "Sure. But did he? Because I've been being a dick all week about getting him on a dating app even though I know he's not into the idea. Jake and I thought it might help."

"Are you serious right now?" his wife gasped, smacking at his hands while Anna rubbed her temples with her fingertips. "I told you not to interfere," she hissed.

"We're just friends," Anna repeated a little louder over the two of them arguing. "Chippy's was great. Amazing peanuts. Sticky floors. Grouchy bartender. It was like being back in undergrad."

Just as Bradley was raising his hand, about to speak again, he took an elbow to the side that seemed to make him think better of it as his wife asked, "Then you won't mind going back on Wednesday? To surprise Jessica for her birthday?"

"It's her birthday?" Anna asked, excited by the idea of being invited to a celebration even though Bob would definitely be there as well.

"Yes. I texted you about it when you skipped out on us at lunchtime."

"Right," she replied, knowing she'd only been checking her phone occasionally on purpose. "I'll be there on Wednesday. Of course I will." She was going to have to suck up her embarrassment over everyone trying to push her and Bob together, but at least they didn't know about the kiss she ran away from. "Anything for Jess."

"And are you coming to the Hard Deck tonight?" her friend asked as her husband's hands crept back into place on her body. 

"I have a lot of work to do. Midterms are just around the corner," she replied lamely. "So, probably not."

With a sigh, her friend nodded once and said, "Please don't skip lunch next week. We missed you."

Bradley said, "I'll make extra hummus," before his wife started pushing him to the door.

The confirmation that the hummus was in fact homemade left Anna feeling slightly jealous. That feeling only grew as she watched her friend take Bradley's chin in her hand and softly say, "Oh, Beer Boy. I don't even want to know what kind of a monstrosity of a dating profile you'd make for Bob."

He smiled and waved at Anna before he looked at his wife and said, "I just want all of my friends to be as happy as I am."

She grabbed him by his khaki belt and said, "Let's stop by the library."

Anna desperately wanted to be that happy, too.

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"What's your problem, man?" Mickey asked as he drove Bob home from Dungeons & Dragons. "You were weird all night."

"Just tired," Bob replied, and he was being at least partially honest. He'd been staying up later than usual, working on some poetry and reading the books Anna recommended. He enjoyed all of them; she seemed to know exactly how to reach his innermost hidden thoughts and ideas. She somehow understood him, and that was more exciting than he wanted it to be right now. But when he and Anna had to be together in person again, he knew it was going to be a different story. He was almost relieved she didn't show up at the Hard Deck earlier, because he had no idea how to act around her now. 

She knew he had feelings for her, and that kiss had roughed him up a bit. Even a couple days afterwards, he thought he could still feel the pressure of her lips on his and smell her shampoo. 

"Are you still hung up on Anna?"

Mickey's words made Bob laugh. "More than ever before."

"You know what I think you should do?" his friend asked as he zipped along in his sports car.

Bob cradled his forehead and said, "I'd love to hear it," even though he was pretty sure it would annoy him.

"You should tell her that you don't want to be just friends. And then kiss her."

Bob turned and looked at Mickey as the passing street lights illuminated him and then left him in darkness over and over again. "I'm not going to do that. All I can do is hope she changes her mind." He didn't mention the fact that they had already kissed; he was sure she was too embarrassed by it to want it to become public knowledge. 

As Mickey pulled up to Bob's house, he said, "Well whatever you're doing right now, it's not working."

Bob sighed and said, "Thanks. That's really helpful. See you on Monday. Oh, and don't forget about the surprise party thing on Wednesday."

"Yeah, I won't forget. Hard Deck at seven o'clock."

"Chippy's!" Bob called out as he pulled away. Sometimes he felt like the most organized one out of all of his friends, and it was honestly amazing that Mickey even managed to get to work on time. At least Suzanne's lights were off as Bob walked up to his porch and let himself inside. He didn't have the energy to deal with anyone else tonight. 

He stripped down to his underwear and got ready for bed, but he took his computer with him. He was ridiculous for doing it, but he looked at the notes he'd typed up last night and started writing. It was never as beautiful or eloquent as the things he read from others, but posting his poetry online felt like he was at least taking ownership of something he created. This poem, however, he didn't know if he'd be able to post it at all. He found himself writing about red hair when he realized it would warrant a mature rating label if he ever did decide to post it. Then he started to think about all the things he wanted to do with Anna and her red hair. 

Bob grunted and set his computer aside. She was giving him mixed signals, and he wasn't sure she'd ever change her mind about being with him, but that didn't stop his body from responding as he imagined her beautiful hair spread out on his pillow. He'd take fistfuls of it and press his nose to it. He'd tug gently on it and tell her that she was beautiful. He would press kisses to the coppery strands and then guide her lower on his body as he grasped a little harder.

"Shit," Bob panted, kicking off his covers and pulling himself free from his gray boxer briefs. He jerked off to the idea of Anna and him together. She'd kiss his hips and thighs and laugh softly before licking along his length. His name would sound like the most beautiful poetry on her lips. Her freckles would stand out in the soft lamplight. He'd guide her along with his fingers wrapped around her hair as she teased him.

He stroked himself with his eyes closed, panting softly and whispering some of his own poetry, and he wasn't even surprised when he came all over his flat abs. When he adjusted his glasses with his clean hand, he thought he'd much prefer to see Anna in his bed with him.

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Anna was starved for conversation with another human being by the time Monday morning arrived. Forcing herself to be a recluse as a means to distract herself from her plethora of issues was clearly not the answer. Not when she'd actually managed to make some friends in San Diego. She arrived on campus early and stopped in the lounge for a donut only to find nobody else from her department was really around. Then when she gave her first lecture, half of her students looked like they were still asleep. She tucked her new bookmark of sorts into Frankenstein by Mary Shelley and counted down the hours until she could meet her friends for lunch.

Jessica seemed none the wiser about her upcoming surprise party, but that was the whole point of the thing. Anna started bracing herself to spend some more time around Bob, hoping her kiss was so forgettable that he'd already moved on. Honestly, that was a pretty good possibility. She hadn't really considered that before, but it made a lot of sense. She was boring. After another day or two, he'd have probably forgotten all about it.

This helped Anna push herself through the week. On Wednesday, she took the bus home to change, and she knew she'd never make it to Chippy's on time in her sundress and denim jacket unless she took an Uber to the bar. So she gritted her teeth and paid for the ride, wishing for so many reasons that she hadn't kissed Bob so that she could have asked him to pick her up. But when she got to Chippy's, Bob wasn't even there. And Anna was met with a different issue in the form of a very attractive man with dark hair and dark eyes.

She felt his gaze on her as soon as she arrived, surprised he was looking at her of all people. But in her rush to get to Chippy's on time, all she really got to do was say hi to Jake and Bradley before they got her into position for the surprise. It looked like the bar had been reserved just for Jessica tonight, and that made Anna inexplicably happy and sad at the same time. Even that old bartender looked excited to celebrate. Even Dr. Rosenthal showed up. 

Then Bob rushed in wearing jeans, a snug fitting tee shirt and a worried expression. His hair looked damp, and he was straightening out his glasses as he glanced around and asked, "Did I make it in time?" Anna felt like someone knocked the wind out of her as he got closer.

"Barely," Bradley replied, checking his watch. "Sugar and Jess should be here any minute. Where the fuck were you?"

Bob's cheeks turned a little pink as he muttered, "I had to help Suzanne with her car. She had a flat tire. And then she insisted I come inside for a few minutes so she could thank me properly. I lost track of time."

Anna crossed her arms and pressed her lips together as Bob came to stand right next to her. When he softly said hello, she just nodded and tried to give him a smile, but she was too overwhelmed with too many different feelings. He smelled like soap, and she knew his body was warm without him even touching her. She didn't know who Suzanne was, but she was automatically a little jealous, which was ridiculous. But now she felt like that kiss last week was as forgettable as she both hoped and feared. 

Anna wanted to cry, but even her tears had to take a backseat at the moment as the door to Chippy's opened up and both of her friends walked inside. "Happy birthday!" everyone shouted, and Anna tried her best to look enthusiastic for the occasion. 

"No!" Jessica called out, shoving at the other woman's arm as she realized it was her birthday party. "You're sneaky! You lied to me about getting just one birthday beer!" Then she rushed forward in her adorable suit and high heels, heading straight for Jake's arms. But the second person she reached out to hug was Anna.

"Happy birthday, Advanced Physics," she said with a stifled laugh.

"I'm so happy you're here," Jessica gushed, and Anna felt a lot better as she returned the hug.

But all too soon, she was left on her own. At least all of the tables were covered in dishes of peanuts. Jake was paying for Sam Adams for everyone, but Anna knew she shouldn't drink. Not again. Not after she got tipsy with Bob. 

She could still feel those dark eyes on her as she broke open a peanut and enjoyed the perfectly salty taste. Who was that guy? His arms were wrapped around Jessica's waist, and Jake looked like he was about to go through the roof as his girlfriend laughed. Then he made his way over to Bradshaw's wife and gave her the same treatment. But Bradley looked completely unfazed when she kissed the other man on the cheek and smiled. They whispered something back and forth, and he met Anna's eyes with a wink. She quickly looked away, hoping to avoid a conversation. Bob was sipping a beer and smashing open his own peanuts, and she knew if she couldn't be with him, she didn't want to be with anyone else either. 

Too late. "Hi, are you Anna?" came an unfamiliar voice followed by the spicy scent of too much cologne.

"I am," she answered, looking down at the extended hand of this handsome stranger. "Are you a friend of Jessica's?"

He laughed as their hands met. "Sure," he replied smoothly. "But it's really Bradshaw and I that go way back. I'm Dev. Dev Borah."

"Oh," she said, still shaking his hand and trying to make sense of things. Why was she so awkward? She finally released him and said, "It's... nice to meet you. Um, how do you know Bradley?"

"Virginia. Undergrad. I graduated with the two of them, actually. Nearly died of shock last year when I heard they were both out in San Diego and getting married. Can I get you a drink, Beautiful? Something other than Sam Adams?"

"Oh," Anna gasped as she looked up at him in surprise. "Um... I don't really drink much."

Dev moaned and gripped at his chest dramatically. "You're killing me. I own a brewery!"

Anna could barely tell one type of beer from another, but she wasn't about to tell him that. And quite honestly, talking about making beer sounded interesting enough; she loved learning about new things. But he just called her beautiful. She was flustered and too hot, and then she saw Bob standing off to the side with Mickey, and his expression was one of great displeasure. 

"A brewery?" she asked, trying to force her attention back to Dev.

"Beta Brewing," he said proudly. "We're currently working on a two million dollar expansion project. It's kind of a construction zone, but if you ever want to come up to sample the goods, I'd love to have you."

Anna's eyes went wide. That sounded like an innuendo, but Dev's face was calm as he sipped his pint. Anna figured he must be okay if he was friends with all of these people, but she was never going to go there without the girls. "Maybe if everyone else wanted to go, I could tag along?"

Dev laughed and said, "Bradshaw makes the drive frequently enough. I'm sure we'll see each other again. But just to be sure... I could give you my personal number."

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Bob was seething. He'd met Dev Borah exactly one time before, and while he'd had pretty neutral feelings about him prior to tonight, now he hated the sight of him. He'd persuaded Anna to have a beer even though Bob heard her say she didn't really want one, and now he was typing something into Anna's phone. He was giving her his number, just like Bob had done so many weeks ago.

"Stop torturing yourself, man," Mickey said, handing Bob some more peanuts.

"You think she likes him?" Bob asked, voice tight as he grabbed the bowl in his shaky hand.

Mickey shrugged next to him. "What's not to like?"

Bob tossed the bowl onto one of the tables. "You're not helping." He walked away to find someone else, anyone else, to talk to. He should have kissed Anna for as long as he could when he had the chance, because it was all he could think about now. It was all he wanted. She kept looking at him; if she was going to talk to Dev all night and say that kissing Bob was a mistake, then why was she looking at him?

He needed to get out of here and go home, but he knew his friends would be disappointed. Even Suzanne would shake her head. Honestly, he'd be annoyed with himself, too. But his mood was something so unfamiliar, he was ready to force himself to talk to the woman standing next to Anna who he thought was from the science department just so he wouldn't feel like a joke. 

"You know," Bradley said as he slung his arm around Bob's shoulders, "I had no idea Dev liked redheads so much. But then again, he never was too discerning back in the day."

"What do you want, Rooster?" he asked with a grunt.

"I just wanted to make sure you're having fun at Jess's little shindig."

Bob let Bradley slap him obnoxiously on the back as he asked, "Did you invite Dev? Is he going to give Anna a hard time or anything?" His eyes trailed back over to where Dev was still talking her ear off.

Bradley chuckled. "I invited him to get Jake riled up, but I had no idea you'd be collateral damage." He finally released Bob as he said, "And nah, Dev's harmless."

What Bob wouldn't give to have Natasha back. He missed her terribly, and all the guys seemed to be better behaved when she was around. But she'd take one look at Anna and probably embarrass him in front of her even more.

"I think I'm actually going to head home," came Anna's voice filtering over to Bob as she finally cut Dev off. "It was nice to meet you."

"Let me drive you," he replied immediately, and Bob could already picture him getting Anna settled into his Mercedes-Benz, his fingers grazing her bare thigh.

"No, that's okay," she told Dev as she backed away from him. "I'm just going to say goodbye to Jessica, and then I'll get an Uber."

She made her escape to the table next to where Bob stood, and Jessica gave her a big hug. "Happy birthday," Anna told her once again, followed softly by, "I'm glad we're friends."

Jessica squealed and hugged her tighter. "Me too."

"I'm going to call an Uber and head out," Anna was saying, but Jessica was already looking around. 

"No way. It's dark out, and someone here can drive you home. Hey, Bob? Can you drive Anna home?"

He knew he was going to say yes even though part of him didn't want to. And there was another part of him that assumed she'd just say Dev offered to take her. But when Anna looked up at him, he nodded and immediately said, "Of course."

To his surprise, Anna looked a little relieved as she took a step closer. "Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked him with a little wince.

"Not one bit. I was planning on heading home, and it's on the way."

Bob accepted a sloppy kiss on the cheek from Jessica who was well on her way to being drunk. Then he dug his keys from his pocket and nodded toward the door. Anna followed closely next to him, but unlike the last time they were at Chippy's, he didn't touch her. When Bob held the door open, he looked back over his shoulder at Dev who raised his pint glass with a smile of defeat, but he didn't really care about anyone except Anna.

"Thanks," she muttered, walking out into the cool, night air.

"Did you have a good time?" Bob asked, putting a little more space between them as he pointed up the block toward his truck.

Anna laughed, but the sound was tight and forced. "It was okay. I think Jessica was having fun, which is the most important thing, you know?"

"Yeah," he agreed, squeezing his key in his hand as all of the images of their kisses returned. Everything he thought about when he wrote new poetry and touched himself to completion. He swallowed hard; even being around Anna was a lot for his senses. He couldn't blame Dev for trying, but their interactions made him jealous. "Did you get Dev's number?"

Anna stumbled a bit on the sidewalk as she looked up at him, but he kept his eyes focused straight ahead. "I didn't ask for it. He just kind of gave it to me," she said softly. "He invited me up to his brewery to try some beers. When I told him I'm not much of a beer drinker, he said he'd really enjoy teaching me about the process."

"I'm sure he would," Bob muttered, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

When he reached his truck, he wrenched the passenger door open for Anna, and she glowed softly in the dim, orange interior lighting. "He's a bit much," she said, looking up at him.

Bob nodded once, but she didn't make a move to climb in. "I don't know him very well, but I know he likes to hear himself talk." When she still didn't move, Bob asked, "Are you going to call him? Give him the opportunity?"

"I already told you..." she said firmly. "I can't be in a relationship right now, so I wouldn't want to encourage Dev. And I'm really, really sorry about last week, Bob." She fidgeted with her hands and added, "But if I were in a place where I wanted to start something, I wouldn't pick him."

"Really?" Bob asked as his heart pounded. The most depraved part of him wanted to hear her say she liked him more than Dev. More than anyone.

"Really," she whispered, placing her hand on the seat. "I like old trucks better than fancy sports cars."

That was enough confirmation for Bob. His skin was tingling with anticipation he knew he couldn't quench, but he didn't mind as much now as he did ten minutes ago. "Yeah... you could do way better than a multi millionaire anyway."

Anna's laughter in response was so genuine, Bob laughed, too. The drive to her place was quiet but not as strained as he was afraid it would be, and when he was about a block away, she took her phone out and started messing around with it. "Thanks, Bob," she said as he pulled up to the curb.

He cleared his throat. "You know how you told me you didn't think I should use the dating app? Because I didn't need it?"

"Yeah?" she asked, reaching for the door handle but looking at him. 

He squeezed the steering wheel tight in both hands and said, "Well, I don't think you need Dev's phone number." He watched her jump down and turn to glance his way, and then she smiled.

"I already deleted it. Thanks again for the ride. Maybe I'll see you this weekend?"

He nodded once before she closed the door. As she walked inside, he said, "I hope so."

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Hi i'm here for your july tarot reading, i want a general reading:

My inicial is S

I was born 12 of march of 2004

Emoji eye: 👀 ( i don't find the blue eye)

Thank you

Hello S and welcome! Let's see what the cards reveal for you today.

death (bloody). death (shovel). king of swords (observant) the allbright. the lovers (friends)

Here's what this makes me think S. 🤔 I think that the biggest issue on your mind right now is that your self esteem has taken an enormous hit that feels difficult to recover from. This either happened recently, or if it happened a long time ago then it's surfacing right now in a subtle kind of way and seeping into something else that might seem unrelated. However it's important to know that if you feel stuck or blocked, this is the reason why, and this is the biggest issue that you need to pay attention to right now.

When I pulled the first three cards, they were all reversed, which may not always mean something but in this case I have a feeling that you are stuck in some kind of cycle, and for you to break out, you need to work on your attitude toward yourself. I think you are in this kind of a rut right now where you feel very pessimistic, because even a little bit of hope or positivity feels delusional. You feel that by putting yourself down, you are being realistic. But the truth is that this is not really helping you because it induces a state of inaction. You overanalyze your flaws, but you don't learn from them, you just use them as a means to punish yourself. 😔 Basically you are not doing anything, while you are in a situation where taking even the smallest steps in almost any direction would be an improvement. 😳

The last two cards were clarification on what exactly is making you feel this way. And I think that there was somebody whom you held in an extremely high regard - almost like on a pedestal - and they made you feel disappointed in yourself in a way that never seemed to recover ever since. I'm pretty sure that they were not malicious about this though. They were either someone you were romantically interested and they turned you down, or maybe their opinion was just so important to you that when they were disappointed with you about something, that completely crushed you. Either way I feel like you are putting your self worth in this person needing you back in the same way you needed them and from what I understand this is probably not the case.

There is one thing you need to understand and internalize, and if you do that, I think you will be able to heal from this. And that is that the reason why they don't need you like that is not because your lack of worth. It's because this kind of dependency is normally not something that you should have with anyone. You have to take your self worth out of whatever this person thinks and find it within yourself. I know this is a lot easier said than done, but you will see, that when you can appreciate yourself for you and you don't need others to validate you, you will find that the relationships you attract (not just romantically) will fulfill your emotional needs. It will all feel different, but secretly it is actually you that will have changed.

The cards are strangely quiet on what you should do about this situation, but I usually find that a good sign: it means that if you just take in the facts and readjust your thinking and behavior, the situation will almost immediately start changing. I absolutely believe in it that you can turn this around! Still I wanted to give you something to go with so I pulled a fortune cookie: "Many people will be drawn to you for your wisdom and insights" If it's possible, try to open up to people a little bit more, even just casually, and you will find that you are way more liked than you think. 💖

july readings (4 of 5)

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