#im not that annoyed but it kind of boggles me

[bitegore]

Genuinely fascinated that the Duolingo Finnish course is apparently convinced that, before terms such as "where is the train station" and "how do I find the airport", I need to know how to say koala and crocodile, animals we all know largely because they are so common in northern europe

[fjordline]

i cannot believe i wrote an essay for a comment on my post asking for my opinion.. only to get blocked before i could reply 💔

disclaimer: this is about something as unimportant as a character in a transformer comic and why i don't like him

i dont want to make anyone who's a tailgate superfan feel bad or anything this is just my personal opinion as someone who has read all of idw1. despite of how it may seem.. i do not identify as a hater! anyway, he's not an overtly bad character at the start, the contrived asspulls begin around the tyrest arc, tg supposedly has one day left to live because of lethal cybercrosis. he goes on to save everyone by jumping tyrest and then later rewriting the code of the legislators. and after a drawn out sad monologue on his death bed, cyclonus stabs him with his greatsword which…. for some reason cures his deadly illness. and it only gets worse once megatron arrives, the whole narrative bends over backwards to asskiss megatron and make you think of tailgate as some kind of cute mascot character to set up for the getaway 'villain' arc. tailgate is written as a stupid baby who earnestly believes he's injecting megatron with an 'anti-villain-virus' to get rid of his evil thoughts, his holoform is also. a baby. jro tries to make getaway look bad by making him cartoonishly evil, when, what getaway did cannot begin to be compared to everything megatron was doing right up to his trial. yet getaway gets all his limbs and jaw amputated and megatron gets to carry on with his ''''''''''''''''reformed autobot''''''''''''''' shit and all the good guys stick up for him.

yet somehow even worse than the megatron bootlicking is the 'energy spasm' incident. when cyclonus is shot while protecting tailgate and this causes him to be sooooo heartbroken that he .. has a panic attack that causes some kind of rainbow wave to go off for no reason. this wave somehow, not only wakes thunderclash up from his coma, but gives tailgate inexplicable super strength invincibility powers. It boggles my mind what made tg deserve any of that, because he cared about cyclonus and was sad he seemingly died? does that mean chromedome wasn't sad enough when rewind died or he also would have energy spasmed? this is around where i stopped on my last re-read so i don't remember the specific events of lost light quite as well, i do remember it not getting much better though.

and i personally cannot stand smol uwu bean type characters, when he says some shit like 'i deserve a heckin bomp for this' i start wanting to drown in a bathtub. cyclonus deserves so much better. they have no chemistry. they're just the 'grumpy x sunshine OTP XD' trite trope. whirl and cyc have a 200000 times more interesting dynamic. rodimus and his hatred of hats is a more interesting dynamic.

i feel like cyc gets bogged down so hard by the romance plot hes forced to take part in, when he's away from tg he is so much more entertaining and interesting. at a certain point it's like he starts doing fuck all except hang around tailgate and wax poetic about their love. cdrw manages to never be annoying when they're loveydovey with each other, but cygate drives me up the wall

mtmte is simultanously so good… yet so mald inducing that it compels me to write shit like this. i wouldnt care so much about this one fucking robot if (most of) the rest of the comic wasn't so excellent

this is all subjective obviously and i havent seen anyone else dislike tg other than me and some friends. he literally seems to be universally loved so maybe im just sick and twisted.

[dreadfuldevotee]

1, 3, 6

1. The Character everyone gets wrong

Din Djarin baby im so sorry people don't see your for the honorable, compassionate and awkward man you are. I was most active in the fandom during and after season 2 and I know we were just making up a ton of shit atp, But it vexed me deeply how much he was portrayed by fans as this gruff, hyper-masculine, daddy dom figure, when the thing that captured me the most by his character was this deep well of kindness and intelligence that was getting erased in peoples mad dash to fuck Pedro.

2. Screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

What the fuck is up with the whole "if you dont like Lestat you're never gonna make it through the series" thing. It boggles my mind everytime I see it. People have been hating protagonist in a series they otherwise adore since the dawn of creation, TVC/Lestat is nawt an exception to this concept. Mind you, the titular vampire of Interview With The Vampire is actually Louis so I'm not even obligated to like his stupid ass on the point of main character-ism anyways.

3. Which ship fans are the most annoying

Thank you for asking this question even though I know you know my answer is Loustat already. I love being asked to be a bitch🖤 I'm going to be giving blanket statements but know that Im aware that this is not all of Loustat fans. But I feel they are simultaneously smug about "winning" all the time, yet somehow insecure that these characters have romantic lives outside of eachother. Commonly hold shallow and misinformed opinions about the character(s) to uphold Loustat that commonly dive in to racist rhetoric. And are just??? rude and bad mannered?? it happens in every fandom, I know. But it astounds me how casual people are in this fanbase about jutting in and raining on another persons parade? its a big big issue on twitter But the tags on here aren't exactly a peaceful walk in the park, either

[theravenkin]

hc that neil has some absolutely devastating puppy dog eyes

it takes him a minute to figure it out, but he definitely realizes it sooner or later. he can't ignore how dan and allison pinch his cheeks and wail "omigod neil why are you precious"--at first it absolutely bewilders him, because he would never describe himself as "cute", and then he swears they can only be joking; but the upperclassmen find him absolutely adorable, especially when he makes a 😠 face, and they tell him frequently. so whether or not he believes it, he definitely files it away as a resource.

then he starts noticing how when he pouts about something, or plays innocent when he's annoying andrew on purpose (because we all know he's a Little ShitTM like that), andrew pointedly avoids looking at his face. as they get more comfortable and as neil starts learning how to press andrews buttons a little, neil will pull the "look at me l, why aren't you looking at me?? 🥺 Im so cute???🥺🥺🥺" when he's being a Shit. and andrew will scoff and say, "you're the farthest thing from cute. you're fucking annoying." and neil will get a little confident, get in andrews face a little, and say, "then look at me." andrews ears and face go bright red and the whole debacle usually ends in lots of andrew kissing the shit-eating grin off of josten's stupid face.

it's not long before neil starts utilizing The Face whenever he can. he magically coerces people to do him favors, share their snacks, work drills with him, leave him and andrew alone in the dorm--really, no one is safe. neils favorite is using them on andrew while the other foxes are around--he loves boggling their brains (they always knew neil had some magic power over andrew, but they've never seen andrew turn that pink??? they've never seen him fumble with words like this??? is neil some kind of wizard demon??). also, it really annoys andrew in that way that andrew also secretly hates that he loves. (it always earns neil lots of frustrated kisses later on)

so yeah. i'm trash for neil being adorable, but even more than that, neil being adorable while also being the hot-headed badass he is. i love how he can go from sweet soft boy with his family to terrifying force of nature on the court to complete and total asshole towards those who fuck with him/his family. the duality! i love him.

[theshoesofatiredman]

im deconstructing my faith rn and your blog is kinda comforting in a way...? because i can relate to you a lot in some ways. im not even actively deconstructing my faith, im just so burnt out by the constant self-hatred (bc self love isnt allowed) and feeling like everything i enjoy is inherently a #sin. feel free to reply or not, i just wanna thank you for your account because right now i just feel so lost and tired and burnt out n

Oh my god! Thank you for your message! It is kind of sad but your ask made me realize that I've been conceptualizing the people who follow me as being like "damn yeah I'm experiencing that too and it sucks" and like when I see people follow me I'm like holy shit the suffering. Comfort? Not on my radar even though I myself take comfort from other people sharing their stories. SO thank you for your kind words and for reorienting my views.

Truly and deeply you are not alone in your experience. Your feelings are valid and the experiences that have caused them are real and they are harmful. I know I don't know you but I say that cause the amount of times I wish someone in my life had said that to me is high so now I want to hand out "your feelings are valid" like free warm chocolate chip cookies. Everyone deserves a taste even if it's not going to be filling from a stranger.

I am about to monologue now because omg everything you desire feeling like a sin is often a feature, not a bug, of religious traditions. There's this insidious combination of teachings in my former faith tradition that I am convinced absolutely fucked me up:

Self love is a sin

Being gay is a sin

The highest form of love is sacrificial in nature to the point where you would die for someone else

The good things you do and are belong to God. The bad things are your flesh

You must take every thought and desire captive and sift for holiness

These things are a recipe for self hatred. Even one of these things on their can do significant damage to your self-concept and being able to take care of yourself. Combined and you are left mired in a hatred for your thoughts, affections, interests, and desires. Who you are is someone you have to put on the altar and sacrifice to God.

Because in fundamentalist evangelicalism, you are already good at self love. Self love, aka selfishness to the puritanical, is the default state. You don't have to he taught how to do it. You have to be taught not to. So they spend all this time and energy and theological pontification on how to not love yourself, on how to effectively shrink yourself down until the self is just a quiet whisper, until who you are is just a box filled with all the things they've told you to hate.

People who've been subjected to that then have to learn how to love themselves, how to understand and accept their own desires, because it was beaten out of them. It is so mind boggling to me to see other people just wanting things and going for them. It can be extremely difficult for me to even figure out what it is I want, let alone have the courage and tenacity to realize those desires. Other people have to give me permission to want things and it is so fucking annoying, for them and me.

For example, my boyfriend will be genuinely trying to give me what I want. He wants to take me to the restaurant I want to go to. He wants to do activities during the day that I want to do. And it is so hard for me to even be able to like... just give him that list of "here's what I want to do; this is my perfect exciting day" because I spent so much of my life trying to empty myself of all desires except for God because everything else was sinful and dangerous.

I believe that it is possible to heal from this. I also believe I am still healing from this. Therapy has been really helpful but also having a partner who genuinely wants me to want things and then give them to me has also been a profound experience. I am lucky in that regard.

Something that's been really powerful for me is the experience of, now after having deconstructed my faith, no longer feeling shame over things I used to feel shame for. This largely has to do with my sexuality. But I used to think that there were things that the shame feeling was deeply inherent to them because they were sinful and sin brought shame. It was a law of nature. TURNS OUT, it ISN'T LIKE THAT AT ALL. The shame was in my head. It was how I was taught to think that brought the shame and guilt and self loathing. It is ironic that the biblical worldview that espoused "in Christ there is no shame" guaranteed I would be filled with it.

Another thing I have found helpful is asking the question -- who benefits from your suffering? For a long time the answer was God and therefore me as a result because of my belief in his inherent goodness. It was a God's glory from my suffering will bring about my good. But that eventually started seeming pretty messed up. Why would an all loving being want me to suffer? And where was the good I was promised? Now as of 2022 I don't believe the god that was being glorified ever existed. So the answer to the question of who benefits from the suffering that comes from my self hatred, my sacrifice, my denying of myself... it's no one. And even if it was still god, any god that benefits from your suffering is a god that should be distrusted -- full stop.

I'm so sorry you are feeling this way. I'm glad my account could be a comfort to you. It's okay to not be active in your deconstruction. It takes so much work to take apart your worldview and sometimes that requires breaks. Life is busy and exhausting and fundamentally changing the way you see everything is a tremendous undertaking. I hope the days ahead and the people in them are kind to you and you are able to recharge. Much love to you and thanks again for your message.

[fluffi]

SNOW-COVERED KISS :: FELIX

pairing: felix x gn!reader

genre: 70% fluff, 30% angst, barista!felix, angst subplot

word count: 2k

author’s note: hi @constellynx! you knew already, but im your secret santa! you mightve deactivated by now (which im pissed at myself for not uploading sooner) but if you havent i hope you enjoy this! have a great new year :)

warnings: mentions of getting stood up

Maybe it was the fact that it was a Friday morning and you had no classes, or that you had walked past the cute little coffee shop on the corner of Avenue street twenty times this week, and you still hadn’t bothered to check it out. Nonetheless, you had the afternoon free today, and you were planning to spend it at Little Leaf Café.

“Welcome to Little Leaf! We hope you have a wonderful time here!” Chorused voices from employees at the café echoed as you opened the door to cold air and overlapping conversations.

It was a gorgeous café, you could tell why it was so popular. Plants of various colors were placed around the area -- hung from grids on the ceiling, on tables, growing on the sides of the walls. Not to mention the festive decorations — an assortment of green and red items meticulously placed around the café.

However, there was something...rather, someone, that was way more gorgeous than the entire café.

“Hello! How can I help you today?”

You were met with an ethereal face after lining up for what felt like ages. As soon as the last heart-struck girl left, an angel entered your line of view.

The sunny boy stood across the counter with a googly smile on his face. You noticed the way his eyes crinkled upwards, and how the apples of his cheeks turned a shade of baby pink when he saw you. He had a silver mullet that looked perfectly trimmed and maintained...you were tempted to run your hands through it. However, his contrasting baritone voice caught you off guard.

In shock and nervousness of talking to new (handsome) people, you completely messed up.

“Hi...I, um, anything? I’ll get anything?” You stuttered and internally facepalmed.

You just embarrassed yourself in front of a very cute boy, but he didn’t seem to notice. Rather, he didn’t seem to mind.

“Sure, I can give you some recommendations. Right now our xmas-special Peppermint Mocha is popular, but if I’m going to be honest, it’s not one of my favorites. I would recommend the Gingerbread Spiced Coffee, but it's your call.” He leaned over the counter and whispered, looking around to make sure his boss didn’t hear him.

As he leaned over to talk to you, you were able to see him clearer. He had glowing skin and his eyes sparkled in excitement, but it made you feel calm. You felt serene and happy looking into his dazzling brown orbs. 

Just then, said eyes blinked and squinted at you. That brought you down to Earth.

“Right, right! I’ll get whatever you said! The Singerbread Giced Coffee?” You nodded your head in panic before you realized what you just said.

“Uh, it's called the Gingerbread Spiced Coffee, but sure. Anything else?” He looked back at you after inputting your order with a teasing gleam in his eye.

“Nothing else. I’m sorry, I’m such a mess today!” You bowed in embarrassment and looked at your fidgeting fingers.

He chuckled. “Nothing to worry about. What’s your name?”

“Y/N. What’s yours?” You answered, before realizing that he only needed it to write your name on the plastic cup.

“Oh! I’ve never had anyone ask me my name before. It’s Felix.” He flashed another dazzling smile at you before handing you a table number.

Felix put your order on the pick up table and left to man the counter. Through your peripheral vision, however, you could catch him nervously glancing at you. Ignoring the rising butterflies in your stomach, you walked over to your reserved seat and placed your tray down.

Felix put your order on the pick up table and left to man the counter. Through your peripheral vision, however, you could catch him nervously glancing at you. Ignoring the rising butterflies in your stomach, you walked over to your reserved seat and placed your tray down.

Felix put your order on the pick up table and left to man the counter. Through your peripheral vision, however, you could catch him nervously glancing at you. Ignoring the rising butterflies in your stomach, you walked over to your reserved seat and placed your tray down.

However, as you were about to take a sip of your specially recommended drink, you glanced down and saw your receipt, with a specially written note on it.

Hi, Y/N. If you see this. Read my continued message on the serviette under your drink ;)

-felix

Your heart shuddered as you began to overthink pretty much every possibility that could happen between you and Felix. Maybe he wrote you a note to tell you that you were annoying? Maybe kind of weird? A little cuckoo? A bunch of mind-boggling thoughts started circulating your brain as you slowly flipped your serviette over.

Hi Y/N.

I know this seems like a really unconventional method, but I honestly don’t have the courage to ask someone out on a date in person hehe. Oops! I just said it...uh, would you want to go out with me on a date? I think you’re really cute and I love your personality! Also, um, you’re really pretty.

I was thinking that we can maybe meet at the 31st Bus Stop at 4pm? I have a shift till 3.30 so I could go there and meet you. We can plan everything else out later :3

If you’re already taken, that's alright! You can ignore this message. But do what you will with the information I gave you.

-felix the little leaf barista dude

Your face was in a dark shade of beet red as you looked up timidly and immediately locked eyes with Felix. You tried not to smile as you looked away and giggled shyly.

On Felix’s side, he had been staring at you ever since you took your order. When the two of you met eyes, his entire body froze, and he stopped what he was doing, dropping his half-washed cup into the sink.

“Dude, what are you doing, I- “ Bang Chan, his senior colleague and friend, followed Felix’s line of sight to you and chuckled slyly.

“In my opinion, the color of their face probably means that they’ll go out with you. Get back to work Lix, or you might not be able to see her later.” He nudged Felix’s side, prompting him to continue working. Felix looked up at Bang Chan in confusion and continued his work, still glancing at you occasionally.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry. How can I help yo-oh. Oh.” Felix looked up at you smiling, still blessed with a tinge of pink across your cheeks.

“I should’ve given more context. Yes, I’ll go out with you tonight!” You didn’t know where you received this newfound confidence, but you were going to use all of it.

“Oh, really? That’s great! I’ll meet you there then. Be careful, okay? Can’t have you getting hurt before we have our first date.”

Once again you had melted into a puddle of nervousness. Unable to voice out anything, you nodded your head multiple times and ran out the café. Your hands were cold from the chilly season, but your heart was warm from the cute barista.

It was ten past four. You were sitting under the shade of 31st Bus Stop, fidgeting with the hem of your waistband and looking around, by yourself.

You weren’t losing hope, you were sure Felix was on his way right now. He would never stand you up, right? 

Right?

Regardless, you sat on the uncomfortable metal bench in freezing weather, and you were about to text him, when…

You realized you didn’t have his phone number. 

You weren’t going to go home, however. Determined Y/N was planning to wait for as long as it would take. You trusted Felix.

Forty minutes now. You had been playing some mobile games, looking out at the bustling street in front of you. During the winter season, the sun set earlier, so it was already dark and it definitely wasn’t safe for you to be alone. However, you were determined that Felix would arrive soon.

Five more minutes was what you told yourself as you stared out into the empty road, now barren of cars as the rush hour was over.

“Lee Yongbok, where do you think you’re going?”

Felix cursed under his breath and turned to Mr. Park with a small smile. “I’m done with my shift boss, I’ll get going now.”

“Felix, it's peak season right now. If you don’t remember what I told you guys during the brief meeting, I’ll say it again. From the 12th of December to the 25th of December, all of you have your shifts extended for two hours due to the influx of customers during the Christmas season. Is that so hard to understand?” Mr. Park crossed his arms and squinted at Felix.

“Mr. Park, I’ve understood that rule. I did my two-hour extension, now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be going now. I have somewhere to be.” Felix tried opening the door and walking out but was pulled back by a stronger arm grabbing his.

“Nuh-uh, young man. I’m sure that whatever event you have today isn’t going to be as important as the wellbeing of Little Leaf. Now if you’ll excuse me, do get your apron and hat back on and go back to manning the counter.” Mr. Park mocked.

Felix sighed and tried one last time at changing the mind of his horrible boss. “But Mr. Park, I swear, I did my two-hour extension, you can check the roster if you-”

“Get back to work, boy. Unless you want to start a new job in 2021.”

Felix sighed and threw his bag down, walking to the staff room to retie his apron.

Later, when Mr. Park checked the roster, he would find out that Felix did do his two-hour extension, and that he never lied.

An hour and a half, that was how long you waited. No one would ever wait for that long. No one would ever stay alone at late hours of the day, waiting for someone who probably wouldn’t even show up.

Tears stung your eyes as you sighed and stood up, huffing and smoothening your outfit out. You thought that Felix had probably stood you up. It was probably a dare, maybe he had been dared to write a generic love serviette to some desperate person who fell for his charming looks. Even then you couldn’t help but think of Felix, and tears streamed down your face as you trudged back home.

“Y/N! Y/N, wait up! Y/N, don’t leave, hear me out.” The voice you had been waiting for finally could be heard.

You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face a panting Felix. His hair was disheveled, apron still on, and his jacket was worn the wrong way round. What an entrance to a first date.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. Mr. Park honestly...he kept me for an hour more, before I convinced him to let me leave. I don’t know why, I’m so sorry. I honestly didn’t think you would be here, no one would stay that long. Please, give me another chance?” Felix took a few steps closer to you but maintained his distance. His eyes scanned yours for any response.

“I’m- I mean, it's not your fault...but you made me wait for so long. I just, I don’t know what to say. I thought you stood me up.” Your eyes watered once again.

Felix immediately waved his hands in denial and took one more step closer to you. “No, no, Y/N. I would never. I’m sorry if you thought I would ever stand you up. I should have made my way here over faster, if only I gave you my phone number. I’m so sorry-”

Your eyes suddenly widened, and you looked up. White, shimmering, pieces of ice fell upon the both of you. You stared at him in awe, mouth open wide.

It hadn’t snowed in Seoul for a long, long time. Maybe this moment was special. 

Felix smiled back at you. Amidst the white rain, he took a few steps closer to you until the both of you were so close that you could...kiss.

“Y/N. I apologize. I’m sorry for being a horrible first date. Will you forgive me?” His dark chocolate orbs glanced into yours, dragging you into a new universe.

“Yes. I’ll forgive you.” You whispered, looking at the ground.

His eyes scanned yours for any sort of consolation. He didn’t even need to ask anymore. “Y/N, can I kiss you?” He quietly asked, using his pointer finger to tilt your chin upwards.

As you nodded, he leaned in and placed his lips on yours, as the both of you stood amidst the snow. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his around your waist and the both of you deepened the kiss.

Two lone beings, coming together as one, in the midst of a snow-struck city.

2021 © fluffi

[scuttle-buttle]

So yesterday I came from work and went to sleep immediately because I have to go to work very early on fridays, so when I wake up and see this "Anon, come rub my head and play with my hair and I'll melt." I was like okay we're going somewhere

But then this happens: "I have so many questions. Except they're all just why." And then i read the tags and I...

look Bee, I never meant to be a burden or annoy you. I guess you come to this place for fun and I don't want to be a cause for anxiety or something. I didn't mean to make you suspicious of your friends (who are scary btw) but I guess they're being overprotective. which shows me once again how sweet you must be to have these people around acting like this for you. So... I'll called quits, don't worry about giving me an answer, you don't owe me any explanation. And you are not a bitch if you are not having any of this maybe it was selfish of me to put yourself in the middle of something that you did not ask for just because I feel a certain way towards you

🔥 sorry

Oh my god no no that post was not about you at all! Sometimes I shitpost about my personal problems outside of Tumblr and I don't always give full context because it's just my rambles. I mean yes i definitely have so many questions when it comes to you specifically, but I can promise that post wasn't about you at all. I totally see where you got that impression tho and for that I am so sorry!

You haven't actually done anything that's made me legitimately uncomfortable. I'm just a really awkward person because I have no idea how to actually react to stuff like this? Like when I say I'm weird and awkward I honest to God mean it. People don't like me aside from friendship ever, and the few times they have even with them (including people I've dated irl) I don't know how to accept compliments and things of that nature. I clam up and get weird. Or I divert the subject because I never know what to say. I have a lot of issues. You're messages have been fun if not completely mind boggling (again, mostly due to my issues) and I've found myself actually kinda looking forward to getting them I guess? Maybe youre turning me into an attention whore lol. But of course I can't actually promise literally anything when it comes to this thing we've got. I'm not one for dating and stuff tbh.

And im not like suspicious of my friends in a bad way, but like a "is it this person but maybe they're just too afraid to admit it" kind of way. And I tell them my worries of me and my issues and trauma with these types of things which is why they are defensive in a way. I always give them advice on stuff so now that the tables are flipped they are trying to do the same.

[hashtagartistlife]

I don’t hate a lot of things-- in fact, the list of things ive ‘hated’ in my life are three items long-- but today i had the epiphany that they all have one thing in common and that is: 

they’re all things that are way fucking overrated. 

granted, ‘overrated’ is a subjective distinction to make and Im still working out what makes something ‘overrated’ to me. But like, as an example: the first thing on my ‘things i hate’ list is ‘the fault in our stars’. and like, objectively, as a book, it’s ok. It’s not the best thing ive read, but it’s not technically the worst, either. but it’s the book i hate above all others because when i first read it, the entire world was in the ‘TFIOS IS THE BEST THING EVER WRITTEN’ phase and by virtue of that, i have fucking loathed TFIOS ever since. 

It’s the same for everything else on my ‘things i hate’ list. The one guy i couldn’t fucking stand in uni because he was so arrogant without any fucking cause to be, and-- ih. thats it. thats the list. 

anyway, the reason i had the epiphany was that i saw another ridiculous korean ih tweet today, and it was just-- so incredibly ass-backward and nonsensical that it just... reminded me why i fucking hate the ship so much. it’s not anything in the ship itself, it’s the..... the inflated idea that people have about the ship that annoys me. The ship by itself is just a badly written ship which is ten for a penny in shounen. but the fact that there are actually people who exist who think it wasn’t a textbook standard of how NOT to write an endgame ship just continues to fucking boggle me and fuel my spite. 

so the tweet (thread) was like: 

- hey guys i think i can honestly sorta read kubo, i feel like i’ve got a handle on him-- he tends to be weirdly stubborn about matching certain details in certain places

- for example, matching ih’s hair colour is a place where this stubbornness shows. also, ichigo only uses the serious form of ‘to protect’ to people with orangey-coloured hair [like his mom and orihime] 

- karin, who could ‘see’ hollows, and orihime’s older brother, who ‘became’ a hollow, also have the same coloured hair

- also the fact that orihime’s brother cares for (protects and cherishes) orihime (his younger sister), which is similar to how ichigo (who is an older brother) thinks of his family as people he needs to protect and how karin is also a younger sister

- oh! there’s also the fact that orihime and masaki both have long hair! AND they both faced a hollow together with ichigo and nobody else

- i guess rangiku also has long kind of orangey hair in the anime but in the manga she’s more blonde than orangey!

and thats it. thats the tweet thread

like

these are... words??? they’re words in a certain order that form a sentence i guess but as a whole none of this makes... sense???? WHAT IS THIS PERSON TRYING TO SAY

1. the fact that this person started off this thread with ‘GUYS I THINK I CAN READ KUBO’ like they really thought they figured out some deep underlying hidden message and then listed....... all this

2. i know we keep joking abt how iher’s ship ih bc idfk, their hair is orange, but the fact that THIS PERSON LITERALLY LISTED THAT AS A THING, AND ALSO THOUGHT THAT THEY WERE MAKING A HUGE FUCKING DISCOVERY AT THE SAME TIME

3. ‘orihime and masaki both have orange hair!’ i have seen before. ‘orihime and masaki both have long hair!’ <<<<NEW!!!!!! unfuckingbelievable!!!!!!!!!

4. ‘orihime is a younger sister, and karin is a younger sister! orihimes brother cares about orihime, and ichigo cares about karin!’ incredible. next on captain obvious’s program, rukia is a younger sister! byakuya cares about her!!

5. the absolute pinnacle of this tweet thread is that, the person who tweeted this isn’t even an ih shipper. they’re just a korean person who’s into bleach! they don’t actively ship ih, and in fact their main ship is grimmichi! but here’s the thing: to most people who are only sort of marginally into bleach for a certain few side characters or for the worldbuilding and concepts or whatever.... by virtue of ih being ‘endgame’ they automatically think that cancelled out everything else that was actually in the text and they end up thinking this sort of twisted logic actually makes sense. The fact that people can pull this sort of CRAP from their asses and think they made some big discovery about authorial intent, like this is worthy of analysis and thought, and literally completely ignore ACTUAL THEMES IN THE NARRATIVE, LIKE, OH, I DUNNO, RAIN??????? The fact that other people think points like this is WORTHY OF CONSIDERATION because fucking ih is fucking endgame???? THATS what annoys me about ih endgame. THIS is why i hate ih so much!!! It’s not the ship itself! It’s bc people think it actually had a SMIDGEN of logic to it when it really didn’t!!!!!!!!!! IT DIDN’T!!!!!!!!

ih is fucking overrated. that one anon who sent me that message like ‘you ever think it’s your issue and not korean twitter’s for not worshipping ir’ and like, the answer is no. no! it’s not about worshipping ir it’s about the fact that seeing ih in any positive light is an overestimation of the ship. this is an ih hate zone thank you and good fucking night!!!!! 

[thedeviljudges]

ok!! i just found out that franchesca originally wanted to play robin and now im so mind boggled on what would have happened if the casting was different? maya was the one who introduced the idea that robin was gay by like ep 4-5ish so in another universe, francesca probably would have played a straight robin cause the duffer bros would never have the range to write a gay lesbian. also, imagine robin working with billy and heather working at scoops with steve!!!

i know!!!!! i honestly can’t picture it any other way. i don’t think francesca would’ve made a very good robin. not bc of the het stuff, but i just. yeah idk. i can see why they chose her for the other role over maya. i think she’s great, just not the right person for that role. anywayyyy, it does make me wonder if she had gotten it, what they would’ve done differently?????? i don’t really wanna think about it.

HOWEVER, i do think that if they’d switched characters, it’d drive billy and steve up the wall. i think that heather is probably close to st1 steve??? her attitude at the pool says a lot, and steve would probably find her incredibly annoying at times because of it. billy would find robin’s sarcasm annoying as hell bc i bet he’s the kind of guy who can dish it but sometimes can’t take it, and robin always gets him good with her insults. that is until they become best friends bc i truly do think they’re very similar and the gays gotta stick together. no one can read billy except robin. she’d have him pinned down to a fucking T on day 1, and he’d be so startled, not even knowing what to do with it until he makes an attempted “threat” and robin just.... scoffs and laughs at him.

[bang-me-bangtan-style]

the temptation-2 : Kim Taehyung

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paring: jeon jungkook x kim taehyung x reader

genre: smut, innocence,celibacy, corruption,seducing, going against morals,

summary: Church. School. Work. Home. Home.work. school home. It was a hell of routine. But it was old. It was getting way too old. This pure innocent life was just a facade nowadays. Your mind had fell into the fifth circle of hell. And your boyfriend jungkook realized this. Especially after you cheated on him with the person he hated the most. Taehyung. And now according to him you would burn in hell for it. How long could you keep your legs closed after reviving oral sex from taehyung? Could you keep the rest of your innocence or did you really want to burn in hell like jungkook said you would? Book 1/7 in the bts series

notes: this series is about sexual desires and religion don’t read if your not into that or are against. you’ve been warned.

unedited but enjoy

Although you were at work your phone had been ringing all day. You knew who it was already and you wish he'd just stop and give you a break. You didn't want to deal with anything else. Yesterday Jungkook broke up with you and you would like the pain to subside before dealing with Lucifer. Plus everyone was sent the video of you and Taehyung and you were to face that soon when you went back to school after Christmas break. you just hope your parents didn't receive it or you'll be dead.

"Can i take your-" your phone rang in your back pocket startling you- "order." you finished. Your customer looked at you weird and you inhaled and exhaled. It was safe to say that it was time to turn it off as soon as things died down in the cafe.

"Yeah i'll have black coffee on ice," the guy that was balding from old age said.

You rang him up and your co-worker started on his order. The next person in line came up and your eyes widen when you were met with Lucifer himself. what the fuck was he doing here? you began to internally panic but on the outside you look cool, calm, and collect.

He leaned in on the counter, "you're not answering none of my calls what was I supposed to do?" your eyes fixated on his lips and you stopped breathing- flash backs hitting you like PTSD.

"Why would you show up here?" You whispered yelled becoming angry. You felt embarrassed seeing him now that you were sober knowing the sinful things he had done to you. Plus you were at work and now was not the time to talk about anything related to what happened over the weekend.

"We need to talk,"was all he said looking seriously.

"I cant right now, i'm at work,"you growled.

"when do you get off?"

"never"

"y/n come on" he pleaded.

"In an hour."

"fine, i'll wait for you."

"no."

"yes."

"no."

"yes."

"fine! hurry up and order or leave your holding up the line."

he leaned back up and turned off to sit down somewhere the person behind him giving him a dirty look as he was holding up the line.

one hour later...

You had clocked out and counted you drawer helping the next person get settled in for their shift. and when you were done you went to where Taehyung resided and stood, you looked around. "I don't think it's safe to talk here."

he realized this and he stood up and followed your form.

The cold hit you as soon as you stepped out of the cafe and instantly you wanted to go back in. You were annoyed that you left your coat at home of all days. Taehyung noticed this and quickly took his trench coat off and wrapped it around you. He walked you to his car and he had the courtesy to open the door for you before getting in himself. You sat in silence as he walked around the front of the car to get to the drivers side, thousands of things running threw your head as you waited.

He got in the car shutting the door with a thump and turned it on so he could warm it up. he blew on his hands rubbing them together a he tried to warm them up. However you were warm in his coat the smell of him filling your senses of his Gucci cologne.

You looked down as you waited for him to start the conversation. Once satisfied with the temperature in the car he turned to you.

"Are you okay?" was the first thing that came out his mouth Because he didn't know what to say he didn't want to make you mad in any way. He liked you too much.

"Yeah," was all you replied looking anywhere but him.

He stared at you watching you and your body language he could tell that you were uncomfortable with the current situation and he felt like he was to blame.

"I'm sorry-"he began.

"It's not your fault I wanted you to- you have nothing to be sorry about."

This time he looked down. "I don't want you to be mad at me and I promise I'll find who ever sent that video to everyone."

"Don't worry about it the damage has been done."

"Does he know?"

"Of course he knows.."

"What he-"

"He broke up with me of course. And he said you and I will go to hell." You forced a smile but it didn't reach your ears. It was obviously forced and it broke his heart. "Is this all you wanted to talk about 'cause i'm kind of tired and i'm going to miss the bus-"

"I'll take you home if you miss it." He held onto your contact, his eyes twinkling. God he was so handsome and so dangerous and it scared you even more now because you didn't know if you could control yourself around him. You fell into his arms like silly putty before, it could happen again.

You breathed in again. God he smelled so good. He probably tasted delicious. literally. You shook the sins out your mind.

"Fine," was all you said as you tried not to concentrate on sucking him off in the back seat of his car right now.

"I just hope your parents don't find out they already hate me enough."

"you and me both." you Smirked slightly.

what was this? could you two be something if you got over jungkook? he was a nice boy. but he was bad. you didn't know if you could take him. you weren't used to being touched. and he was so touchy. he put his hand on your forearm and touched the skin there as in to comfort you but why did your mind always make everything so sexual. it felt so sensual. and you pulsed between your legs. you just wanted him to touch you more, you liked the feeling of male touching you. it sent you into a craze.

"id say id take it back but then id be lying." your pu$$y reacted to his words. the same words that came out that same mouth that made you cum. mmm. talk about temptation. he was so tempting.

"can't live life with regrets we all do things for a reason what's the point in taking them back?" it wasn't exactly the response he wanted from you but it Was good enough.

just then the bus came and gone and you watched it go.

"alright it looks like im going to take you home," he whispered in the silence of his car.

you looked outside of the window the snowfall on the ground that had melted some had remained. the streets were cleared and the snow was casted to the side of the road.

moments went by...

"im hurt that he broke up with me but everything happens for a reason. i keep telling my self this. maybe if one day he could forgive me id feel better but until then i feel like shit."

he hated hearing about jungkook but it wasn't about him. it wasn't his place to be mad you weren't his. even if he did steal you away.

"i guess you're right everything does happen for a reason." was all he could say with out sounding possessive over you. " i will say that im going to get a lot of shit from him. he might start shit with me,"

"he won't." You assured him.

'cause if he does he'll look like the weak one- and one thing jeon jungkook hates is being week. he's going to act like it doesn't bother him when we get back to school. that's the type of guy he is."

taehyung didn't say anything he just nodded his head.

"what about yo-"

don't worry about me too much. ill get a lot of hate and what not but its okay. ill manage."

taehyung hated this he hated that this happens, he didn't care about himself but he didn't want you to have a hard time.

"if it feels any better, what you did for me was the best thing you could have done it felt so good. if it wernt for you i would have imploded by now. he would have never done that for me. he wouldn't even-" you stopped yourself before you admitted things he shouldn't know.

"he wouldn't what?"

"nothing," you shook your head looking back at the snow.

"its okay tell me."

you hesitated, but why not? its not like he was with you anymore.

"he wouldn't even kiss me."

taehyung was really taken aback."seriously why?"

"because it will lead to sex."

"not always. you could stop when it got to that point."

" that's what I tried to tell him but he wouldn't listen."

taehyung was mind boggled, "so the whole time you were together he has never kissed you?"

you pressed your lips together and shook your head.

"wowwwww, he sighed throwing his head back against the head of the seat.

"so was i your fist kiss?"

"you were my first everything so far." you blushed even though he could tell inside the dark car.

he smiled looking down. " i kind of like the Sound of that."

you blused even more. it was too much to handle. your heart was beating fast again his sent engulfed you smothering you like you were in his arms which if you were in his arms you wouldn't complain. not one bit.

"i am sorry that i dragged you into this mess." You admitted.

"its okay, trust me im not complaining."

you looked at his side profile he was so alluring. fresh new. it exlierated you. you wanted to touch him all over, fuck him in his car, make out with him in bed, but that would be too much.but you kind of didn't care. but you would keep your dirty thoughts to yourself. you were already in hot shit. you fucked everything up with jungkook you didn't want to fuck up more.

but being around taehyung made you want to do things it always did,and when you finally did it when you got drunk, you knew that this was your true self there no reason to hide who you were. you were a sexual human and it was human to feel like that. you shouldn't have to hide who you were. it was natural. you shouldn't have to feel ashamed of yourself. jungkook made you feel ashamed of your self. and that's where the depression resided from.

it was only a matter of time until you exploded. oh wait....

"well should i take you home?" he said looking at you.

"yes..." i want you to stay though.

"okay let's go," he started the car and began to drive off.

you wish you could say your thoughts aloud.

[windmilltothestars]

YOOO I’m in SUPER weird mood where I’m like HIGH ENERGY unhappy.  But also have no energy for doing things.  Not angry specifically, but everything glances off angrily and everything is annoying.  I’m sitting here inhaling Oreos and typing this with WAY TOO MUCH FORCE.  This past week at school, I had to teach the girls to play Boggle and Scrabble for a tournament, and by the third or fourth class, the sound of them shaking up the Boggle cubes drove me absolutely mental.  I just had to clench my firsts, silently murmur “pleeeeeease stop” under my breath and . . . ask if they wanted to play another round.  I’ve been having trouble getting out of bed and out of the house, leading to getting to school - actually at the normal time of arrival, rather than 10-15 minutes early.  Last year at this time, I was preparing for my new roommate, and having my boss invade my home in an utterly humiliating way whist having to be smiley and welcoming for the new roommate.  Now it’s eerily similar (though I don’t have to mess with my room, as I am legally renting this one myself) and I have to welcome a new teacher tomorrow, and I should be happy to meet a new friend and be all warm and welcoming, but it just feels like another RESPONSIBILITY.  I have the ingredients and oven and stuff and set myself a task to make her chocolate chip bars, but first I have to wash the mixing bowl and scrape the burned nonsense from the last attempt out of the pan and I just can’t handle it right now.  Tomorrow I have to tutor my little girl again, and Ju Eun is DELIGHTFUL, but she’s really good at talking me into activities other than reading, and so there’s the STRESS of RESPONSIBILITY that I need to ENFORCE RULES for this sweet little child who just wants to play Uno and shadow puppets and Pokemon Go.  Thought I suppose since I got arm-twisted into doing this in the first place and have yet to get paid for it, and at all events do make her intersperse reading with other activities, I shouldn’t feel TOO bad.  I just in moments of weakness bought a bunch of Doctor Who EU books off of Ebay, so I really hope I’m still as obsessed with Doctor Who/Jamie McCrimmon as I am now when they arrive after international shipping in like 3 or 4 weeks.  Given how long this obsession has lasted so far, I think the odds are decent.  And the whole TRAVEL thing.  I REALLY just wanted to take my around-the-world back-home trip as a totally free and solitary deal, but now I’ve agreed to meet my brother in Russia, take the train with him and end up going to Berlin with him.  And I know it’ll be nice, in some ways LESS stressful, to travel with my big bro than it would be alone but there’s this ridiculous nerve center in my brain that keeps moaning about “FREEEEDOOOOOM” and rankling at the thought of having to work out plans together and consider him in all the plans,and do anything but wander around doing whatever the heck I want and being a Daring Girl Adventuress on a Grand Tour and reading books and singing songs related to the places I was visiting.  That feels extremely embarrassed by the thought that I’m a slightly more high-maintenance traveler than he, and will probably ask to spend more money than he would himself because he doesn’t mind hostels at all whereas I - can handle them after a fashion, but can’t really enjoy myself or RELAX in rooms with 8 strangers.  And every time my mother makes a suggestion, even though I LOVE HER more than life itself and I KNOW she’s in the 99th percentile of Nice Parents and thinks the world of me, all I can hear is “Mother Knows Best” from Tangled: 

On your own, you won't survive Sloppy, underdressed Immature, clumsy Please, they'll eat you up alive Gullible, naïve Positively grubby Ditzy and a bit, well, hmm vague

I need to finish this stupid fan fic, and I’m stuck in a stupid dream sequence. Why did I decide Jamie should have have a dream?  Because he was sleeping.  Why did I decide to have him sleep?  Because he had a long exhausting day and needed sleep, and you were going to have this scene go directly into the next story so he has to sleep at some point if you want to get across the basic assumption that Doctor Who companions actually take naps in between their exhausting adventures.  I have - AT LEAST THREE more Doctor Who fics, as well as a travelogue of my time in Cambodia, some filk songs, and a lot of drawings, (im)patiently waiting their turn for me to finish this.  Not to mention my actual novels and screenplays and adaptations!  And 50 more fan fics of different fandoms!  And everyday more artsy/lore things I want to do!  “You should learn woodcarving!  You should be a Youtuber!  You should learn more about Egyptian Mythology!”  But that’s not unusual.  And I don’t know, I’m just hearing a lot of disheartening news recently, both about personal things and friends, and just about the state of the world.  And I��m running out of weekends to do things in Korea!  And time to plan my next steps of my future!  I’m glad my voice/tone naturally defaults to “sweet and polite” when I have to talk to people, rather than my having to put effort into sounding nice, because I’m not feeling it.  I feel like I haven’t TALKED to anyone in way that wasn’t some kind of PERFORMANCE in a while.  Even to some people who are genuine friends that I know and like very much.

Anyway, writing it all out has mellowed me out to some extent.  Thanks for reading all my first world problem nonsense.  If you would be so good, drop me a line!  I’d welcome good honest talk.  Have a lovely day/night!

[cloudslou]

oh my god this kind of post annoys me so much i swear i saw one just like it (actually iirc it was worse) a few months ago and like.....sure im annoyed by the joseph quinn popularity as much as the next les mis fan that has beef w bbc les mis and bbc enjolras BUT the mind-boggling issues taken w joseph quinn fans enjoying enjolras content like “ery out of character fics in which Enjolras is boiled down to a hot man played by joseph quinn“ as if 50% of Exr fic isnt wildly out of character (if held up against the brick) and 80% of les mis fic uses mostly made up personalities based on slivers of information from canon. AND op says its bad to “defend[ing] him because you find him cute” which is hilarius bc that is approx. 90% of fandom. like its not “toxic behaviour for the actual fantom”, defending enjolras’ for his ~wrongdoings~ is. the whole draw of his character. (also this acts as if anything abd about grantaire isnt smoothly erased by the majority of fans and fic writers).

anyways. example 500 of why i avoid 90% of les mis fans. ALSO. ppl in the tags seemingly annoyed w “joseph quinn fandom” but it cant be that hard to avoid them bc i have never. seen them i think. like they dont seem like such a large presence that it would be difficult. right?????

[jessieleaf]

Right Kiddies, the De Rolo interaction continued

Here is the thing real quick about the people in the party going forward

Val was kidnapped at 7 and has a scar in her hand where the kidnapper stabbed it when she got annoying. She and her 3 Aasimar Brothers were also targeted when she was 12 by three necromancers. She made a pact with the Raven Queen in that moment to stall them long enough for help to arrive. Now Val is on a mission to serve her patron, become a hero, and return to teach her brothers to do the same. Except she is 16 and is in way over her head and has a lot of growing left to do.

Calladyne is a half elf bard who looks fab and sings like Beyoncé, but spent her life in a bad Fey court and has just returned from the Feywild and it’s only been, like, 3 months since she was technically born. Gal is 20

Dixie is a revenant out to kill the dragon that killed her home and family.

Aavar was tricked into wearing cursed armor that had a good ac, but the dude who gave it to her could make her do whatever he wanted her to do (and he was a dick) and she couldn’t take it off. He died and we recently got her armor off , which was a big in game victory.

Veir really likes guns. He thinks Dwarves should use guns as their main form of weaponry. He is butt-hurt that Percy doesn’t agree.

The player who controls Dixie had to leave early, so we were without a tank who...actually can’t really die. It was bad.

We find out that multiple people took the baby. We track some footprints back into Whitestone and to a warehouse. I break our stealth with a nat 1 and try to remedy it by going in first. 4 Rogues with sneak attack = pincushion Val.

We fight them off and eventually tie up two and interrogate the gal behind the whole thing, who happens to be the lady we met at dinner on the council who is in charge of the business and economy in Whitestone. She is Myriad. They handed the baby off to cultists.

We head back out again after some...intense interrogations. Percy pulls our Gunslinger aside to interrogate the woman and he nearly pulls an No Mercy Percy, smoke and all. It’s just a test tho to see if Veir was a good person or something and Veir is left along to interrogate this gal. Something awoke inside that dude because hell man, we was not very kind to that woman.

Percy gives Veir Animus as a loaner so he can better kill the f-ers that took the youngest De Rolo.

We head out, find an old hideout at the end of the tracks we are following in the woods, and make it through the hallway of spinning blades and smashing pillars set up as a death trap. Fun thing about that was if we got to the end, a rune on the door caused a fear effect and you ran back into the death trap.

We find the cultist and her crew with the baby. It’s a tough battle. Calladyne our Bard goes down a lot, and Aavar our arcane archer ends up getting hit by a spell that makes her see her worst fear. It wasn’t pleasant. Eventually the cultist lady takes a knife to the baby’s throat and Val is freaking out. She doesn’t know how healthy this woman is or if she will kill the baby as soon as anyone attacks. She risks it and gets the HDYWTDT with eldritch blast.

I catch the baby, Veir finishes off the remaining foe, and we questions her and her companions using my Tome ability my class provides (I can ask the dead 1 question). They were gonna use the baby for fuel apparently. We find that they are cultists if the Chained Oblivion, and a letter on the lady says

“We found another in Whitestone. Have it delivered to the Whithered.” Signed Thola.

Both names are from Val’s backstory. Both were two of the three necromancers that attempted to kidnap her.

So I’m cradling baby Vax, who has snuggled into my shoulder, staring in shock at this letter.

We end by returning baby Vax to a very grateful mother and father.

NEXT SESSION!

We all meet the next morning to De Breif the De Rolos (that is legit the session title. My DM was pretty proud)

Val basically info dumps her backstory to convey how dangerous the people are who took baby Vax. She gets really upset during this too and Vex reaches out to put her hand in mine and Val lets her know that she will do everything in her power to protect Vax from the necromancers. She accepts Val’s vow but says that they’ve got it handled for now and gives me the classic Vex smirk.

Also, turns out Baby Vax just has black wings that appeared recently, so Val is now for sure certain the RQ blessed them with the child instead of any other God.

So the De Rolos decide to help and Percy gets really excited. Like super excited.

Also Aavar snoops around for info in the evil council members house after being told not to and took a bunch of papers. Don’t know if she kept them or left them for the De Rolos but she and the councilwoman had relations through the Myriad, as Aavar was forced to work with them.

The next morning we are awoken by Percy, who is practically vibrating with excitement. He has a speedy way for getting us to Lyrengorn.

He made himself an airship.

Dude let us take it out on its maiden voyage.

The ship is pretty small, but the cabin is bigger in the inside and is heated. Dude just...got everything he wanted.

So we sail off to Bigby’s tower! With the eldest De Rolo kid Shaun as our captain.

Speed round

We discover that Dixie is basically Deadpool after she fails with a Nat one to climb down a rope in Lyrengorn. She has, in canon, a Canadian accent, duel wields swords, and reassembles herself like something out of a horror movie, with shit just snapping into place.

We find the tower and it’s like...super Trippy. Each door leads to another room, every step takes you to a different place with different gravity, one door took us to a giant mimic in a giant glass container that imitated sand. That was fun.

Also the steam Gollum we faced did 65 max damage in a round to level 6 players. That was stressful.

We finally find the study and the artifact we came to recover called Cepheus, the shroud of tears.

Funny thing is though, our dm made these items before we even sent our characters in and I just so happened to be a Raven Queen fangirl. He tells us that the list of coincidences and parallel story beats we somehow miraculously stumbled upon in our party is absolutely mind boggling.

Here is the item made the THE RAVEN QUEEN HERSELF BEFORE SHE ASCENDED.

Val takes the item in her hand and immediately feels a rush of power. She channels the energy apprehensively into her focus and suddenty sees the Raven Queen’s face. “Put it on.”

Val: “Yep ok im putting it on”

Val’s wings extend 15 ft in either direction, a cape made of shadow extends out from the clasp, and her hair goes all Eris from Sinbad.

So I got wings all the time now y’all (but just for the aesthetics, I still can’t fly unless I use my racial feat or turn into a raven)

We read Bigby’s journal and other artifacts we are looking for get mentioned. One of them is a bow (great for Aavar) that was lost in Pandamonium. Aavar makes a comment “I’m not gonna go carrying around a magical weapon that I’m going to get hunted for.”

I surprised myself with a very out of line quip from Val “I mean, you wore that armor and everything was fine” (implying that no one hunted her for that particular powerful magical item)

Everyone reacts shocked and very disturbed by the comment. Aavar walks away, stunned at the comment.

Never had Val been so powerful yet felt so powerless.

I love this game. I can’t wait for more drama. We all have plans for how to deal with that bombshell and are practically vibrating like Percy. We ended after exiting the tower. Things are gonna be real interesting as we travel to Vassilhiem. I’m so excited you guys.

If this was enjoyable for you, go ahead and let me know in the comments and I’ll set up an official tumblr where we will keep you updated about our travels through Tal’dorei.

[jellybeanbeing]

Switched by Amanda Hocking

Synopsis:

When Wendy Everly was six years old, her mother was convinced she was a monster and tried to kill her. Eleven years later, Wendy discovers her mother might have been right. She’s not the person she’s always believed herself to be, and her whole life begins to unravel--all because of Finn Holmes.

Finn is a mysterious guy who always seems to be watching her. Every encounter leaves her deeply shaken... though it has more to do with her fierce attraction to him than she’d ever admit. But it isn’t long before he reveals the truth: Wendy is a changeling who was switched at birth--and he’s come to take her home.

Now Wendy’s about to journey to a magical world she never knew existed, one that’s both beautiful and frightening. And where she must leave her old life behind to discover who she’s meant to become.

REVIEW TIME! With spoilers!

I am going to say this straight up: I didn’t really like this book but that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it. I would consider this book to be a kind of trashy YA urban fantasy book, and I mean trashy in the most sincere way possible. I thought the writing was sometimes so cringey and I was frustrated at a few things while reading this book.

The things I liked...

I really liked how the story was short but was still capable of pulling me into it. I'd say it was a fun read. I also really liked the family dynamic Wendy had with Matt and Maggie. It seemed realistic and genuine to me and I wished we saw more of it. Another thing I liked was the "friendship" between Rhys and Wendy. I'm really hoping its just a friendship and not a romance because I HATE LOVE TRIANGLES. Their interactions with each other were so nice and Rhys was just so adorable. And the last thing I liked was Elora's power to be able to paint the future. I thought it was really different and I wanna see more and understand it more because it's an interesting power. 

I almost forgot to talk about Wendy and Willa's friendship. I loved this friendship so much. We learn from the moment we meet Willa, that she isn't the nicest person but she avidly makes the effort to be friends with Wendy. Willa helps Wendy with her hair and makeup because she knows that Elora isn't going to help her. And she is by Wendy's side when Finn leaves. I'm all here when it comes to these kinds of relationships! Their friendship was so genuine and so refreshing to see in YA novels. 

Onto the things I didn't like...

The thing that kept annoying me was how Elora and Finn kept getting mad at Wendy for doing things she didn’t even know she couldn’t do. For example, Elora yelled at Wendy for bowing to Aurora, saying how a princess should never bow down to anyone lower than them. SHE DIDN’T EVEN TELL WENDY NOT TO DO THAT. She can’t expect this regular teenager to adapt to the freaking royal life within two fucking days and expect her to know this kind of stuff. It was so mind boggling. To me, bowing to anyone is a sign of respect. And shit, if I was Wendy, I’d be bowing to anyone who bowed for me too. 

Also, they kept leaving Wendy in the dark about everything. Wendy was constantly asking questions because obviously, she’s the Princess and she should know about the fucking kingdom she’s going to rule but NO. No one tells her anything which leaves her to do things she’s not supposed to do. UGH. I’m just so frustrated with this. 

This book was very info-dumpy. There was a passage where Wendy meets Elora for the first time and Elora literally just spews out this whole information block about Trylle. And there are so many passages of info dumping when Finn is telling Wendy about Trylle and Forening. I think this whole thing could've been executed better and cleaner.

Can we talk about the cringey writing? I laughed so much when I came upon these super cheesy lines. I could not help but cringe whenever the author described a person (more specifically, males) as foxy. Foxy? What? This just too hilarious not to talk about.

Usually I like books that are fast pace and don't drag on but the pacing in this book was super duper fast. Wendy arrives to Forening and she's expected to know the norms of Trylle and every royal in the town and how to act like a princess within a whole week. That's nearly impossible. There were points in this book that just seemed to jump all over the place.

I was conflicted on how I felt about our main protagonist, Wendy. At some points, I liked how she stands up for herself like how she told Finn that he was being an ass when he was rude to her, and how she points out the obvious like how no one tells her anything about Trylle. At some points, I didn't like her mindset. She was always trying to be "sexy" and flirtatious around Finn or Rhys which was so cringe worthy. And I'm thinking, "Girl, you barely know these people. Why are you trying to act like this? Also, you're SEVENTEEN! Stop it!" Ugh, I cannot get over this. Its so weird. She also seemed like the gullible type because she fell in love with Finn so quickly and how she probably is falling for Rhys too and she barely knows them.

THE INSTA-LOVE. Oh my goodness. I can handle insta-love if its done right but the insta-love in this book was unbearable. The relationship between Wendy and Finn is so forced and I'm not with it. She literally goes from 'Why is Finn always staring at me? He's soooooo creepy!' to 'Oh my god, he makes my heart skip a beat!'. I mean, Finn is wayyyyy creepy at the beginning. He's always staring at Wendy for no apparent reason (that we know of yet at this point in the book), he's lurking around her house, he fucking shows up at her window in the middle of the night, trying to apologize for being an ass, and somehow is there to save her from the Vittra. After all of this, we're supposed to believe that Wendy has now fallen for this guy. What? I can't help but think that him doing all of this is acceptable because he's soooo handsome and good looking. The excuse we're supposed to take for this insta-love to be acceptable is because Finn brought Wendy "home" and to a place where she truly feels she belongs, which as we read, isn't how she claims she feels. 

Although this book was not that great, I am interested as to where it goes. Im probably missing some other stuff but I'll edit it when and if it comes up. I'm not that eager to find out what happens next so it'll be a while before I start and finish the next book. If you're looking for a fun read this summer and this sounds interesting to you, check it out! Gave this a 3/5 stars

[in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather]

Hi Silky, what has gotten you so down this week? I hope you are doing all right. I missed seeing you on here. I would open tumblr and be like “where are Silky’s updates?!” Also there were so many mentions and love for you over at ADCUFicRec—yes I snuck one in for ya too!—that I hope it has made your week end on a better note.

As for me, for FED: a lot of my colleagues got quarterly incentive bonuses (aka 💰) this week and I didn’t. We have this complicated and somewhat obscure points based system for incentives at work. I think the system is screwy. Anyway very disappointing when you put in longer days at work, put out your work faster than others, was heavily recruited to this job and told at work that you’re an asset and really bringing something special and valuable to the place, and yet their screwy “objective” points system doesn’t give me a bonus. At one point one of my supervisors even thought the numbers were weird and investigated but didn’t find anything. My work place is a big “institution” so there are rules and bureaucracy and “higher ups” who make rules so things can be obscure. Sometimes I think I hate this place and I know if I left they would be screwed bc they had a hard time recruiting people and since I got here I’ve helped them solve several issues already. Other times I think let me ride this out for as long as I can and see if something better comes up and then I will leave. As I’m typing this I know I will either stay late tonight on a Friday at work or if I got home at a reasonable time, will return on the weekend to finish up work. Just today someone from another dept reached out to me to collaborate on a project bc Im one of the few people with the necessary expertise. But why do I bleed for this job when I can’t even get a shitty incentive bonus. Anyway that is my FED.

Hello, my dear ❤️❤️

Thank you, it's good to hear that a handful of people look forward to my updates ❤️

I think it's been a proliferation of content I don't care about - all the Gucci stuff, a steep increase in smut, some people that I used to be friendly with turning away...

But at the same time, a few have been unfailingly kind and I never want to be an ingrate, so I'll have to stick it out.

I'm very sorry and annoyed to hear about your work situation - an almost identical thing has been happening to me and my coworkers at our small company, and to my best friend at his huge one.

It's mind boggling how much companies are willing to shoot themselves in the foot to either keep some money, which is imperceptible in the grand scheme of things, or avoid making changes, like modifying the bonus system. Literally willing to risk star employees seeking other options just out of laziness or cheapness.

I truly wish they get their head out of their ass and see sense regarding the importance and quality of your work. Idiots.

And I hope you can somehow get your mind off it in the meantime and good things come your way 💖💖

[runearcana]

Why does Karkat think I should be perfect and flawless and blameless?

[or rather, why did he think that i should be those things?]

why cant he understand that i struggle with fears and anxieties like everyone else?

why was he more hard on me than everyone else about things I wasnt good at?

why did he think screaming was a good solution to his inability to communicate in a more straightforward manner?

why did he see me as such a threat?

was he terrified of me?

did i annoy him more than the others did?

i guess i was a scapegoat for him.

i didnt deserve the way he acted towards me. hell never understand how much he hurt me and hell never realize that i didnt deserve the way he hurt me so often.

i dont trust him, and why should i?

he made offers to me, and when it boggled my mind, he went back on his offer.. kind of an *indian giver* kind of person in the emotional arena.

if he was more consistent about encouraging me to speak up, maybe i would.

and then id trust him not to verbally attack me anymore someday.

it takes two people to tango.

maybe its best that im invisible to him, that i fade into obscurity.

i think id feel happier that way honestly.

but maybe thats where i already am.

i wish his name didnt trigger painful memories. i wish i didnt expect someone to bring his name up at some point.

because maybe then i could keep my mind off of him.

like i rejected myself before anyone else could, i brought up my addiction to him before anyone else could.

i dont believe there is peace in this situation. there is no real resolution for how he treated me. he will never know the pain he caused me. he will never learn from his mistakes as a result. for someone that prides themselves on identifying, then learning from his mistakes, he hasnt learnt anything worthwhile from his interactions with me. he hasnt seen how he has been wrong.

of course our connection is one-sided.

hes close-minded about being a proper friend. hes not trustworthy in any sense of the word.

you know something funny? maybe we projected extreme parts of ourselves onto the other.

I saw him as absolutely perfect and flawless, even though his flaws are probably more prevelant if id let myself accept the reality that a person can be so incredibly shitty.

and he saw me as absolutely imperfect and flawed even though i legitimately care about people and really want everyone on the entire planet, even shit like Dirk..

i wanted to be more like him, he was scared as shit to be more like me.

I fed his ego with my praise, and he pointed out my flaws that I so desperately wanted to see to transform them into strengths.

there was always an oppositional element to our connection. it was always too extreme.

he would really do well to mellow out some.

i dont know if i can comprehend his true shittiness factor and I dont believe he can process that a person can be so kind-hearted, considerate, and loving.

ill never get validation from him, and hell never get pure unadulturated hatred from me.

well never let ourselves go there because its just how things are.

we have to recieve those things from other people if we really want them bad enough.

and thats probably fine. its for the best.

considering i think hes the most beautiful person in the world, he must think im the vilest, revolting creature in existence.

its fine, tbh.