#like i can’t factually prove that but…

[angelicathedaisy]

me an asexual: don’t you think sex is a little unhygienic

[eamour]

the way you manifest.

everybody has a different way of manifesting. some like to script, some like to affirm, and some like to just visualise their desires. however, some methods seem to work for some but don’t really work on others. why is that so?

the law of assumption.

now, the reason behind why everybody seems to have their own way of manifesting or why certain manifestation methods and techniques you cannot seem to be successful with can still ensure other people success is because of the LAW. once again, it's called the law of assumption — and it operates with BELIEF. what you assume or believe to be true, has to be true.

everything is an assumption.

in practice, this means that these methods and techniques seem to "function" well for some because they ASSUME that they will function well for them. on the contrary, the methods and techniques that you believe won’t help you manifest, eventually won’t help you. another example is that you might believe affirming might not work for you but works really good for others. the result: everyone can manifest with the use of affirmations except you.

no preassigned meaning.

it is important to not that with the law, nothing actually is the way it is and nothing is promised to remain the way it is… not unless you say otherwise. in this reality, things aren’t factual, forever or fixed. they don’t have any meaning attached to them. YOU give them meaning first.

the creator's rules.

if you know how the law works, you know that you can use it to your advantage. you can decide how you want to manifest by coming up with your own rules and correctly applying them. you can even influence the way a method or a technique will function for you. and not just methods and techniques! here are some examples for rules you could have:

rule one · i always manifest within 2 days.

rule two · manifesting is easy for me.

rule three · i can manifest even if i feel sad.

loopholes in manifesting.

now, what are loopholes in manifesting? a loophole is an ambiguity or inadequacy in the law or a set of rules, according to its official definition. in more simple words, they are subjective rules you have set up to simplify manifesting. you could almost say they are "cheat codes", coding the way you manifest.

you know, there are rules to manifesting. actually, there is only one: your assumptions create. for an assumption to manifest, you need to believe in it. now, i'm not saying you can’t have doubts, but there has to be at least a little belief in there, somewhere. now, see how i said "somewhere"? what i mean is that somewhere within the process of manifesting, there needs to be BELIEF.

1 · belief in assumption. you can believe in having your desire and manifest it.

2 · belief in method. you can believe that doing a method xyz times makes you manifest your desire.

3 · belief in self. you can believe that you always manifest your desires.

this is why many people who robotically affirm can manifest. they have the assumption that they either don’t need to believe their assumptions to manifest or that simply doing the method guarantees them their desire. other loopholes could be that only desirable thoughts of you manifest or that affirming once is enough for you.

the best way to manifest.

knowing all of this, it is clear to say one thing: there is no best or perfect way to manifest. technically, they are all the same. since manifesting is personal, it is your decision to decide which methods work for you or not, which techniques get you better or quicker results. and remember, all methods and techniques are all equally accessible to you. you don’t have to do anything beforehand. you don’t have to prove yourself to be worthy or deserving for a method to work for you. again, YOU are the creator.

manifesting is personal.

in conclusion, we all manifest similarly but still differently — and that’s alright! each one of us is an individual and the way we apply the law is personal. that being said, feel free to come up with your own rules! make the law work for you the way YOU would like it to and remain faithful to your rules. that way you can make manifesting a lot more easier.

with love, ella.

[sspookyspoonss]

I know nothing about Doctor Who except what friends occasionally excitedly tell me. I am also bored. Here is an undoubtably factual explanation of each of the ‘new?’ Doctors:

Doctor…. Who??????:

I know nothing about this guy. Nobody I know talks about Christopher Eccleston nor have I caught wind of any internet discussion. My conclusion is there is a conspiracy to not talk about him for no reason other than the fandom got bored and thought it would be funny. I think this Doctor would like to go to football matches and would get very upset if the team he likes doesn’t win. You would probably randomly meet him at a pub and would have a nice chat with him, however, he’d take you back to the Tardis and you would most likely die via Dalek plunger (a thing I am informed they can kill you with). I also think he would like watching reality TV, he gives of that vibe.

Tumblr Doctor:

The internet likes this guy. David Tennant is cool, so I understand. I think this is ‘wibbly wobbly timey wimey’ guy so I am inclined to think that he also says things like ‘milkys’ and ‘dindins’ to his friends. Even if he is not ‘timey wimey’ guy I still think he still would say ‘milkys’ and the like, gives off that vibe.

He has some angst to do with a woman. I’m not sure why but I’m guessing it’s to do with Thomas Edison. The Doctor knows he stole most of his inventions because he can time travel and saw it happen, not stopping him is one of the Doctor’s greatest failures, however, his lady friend is a victim of the British Education system and thinks otherwise. They break up over it, angst ensues, Thomas Edison has ruined someone else’s life even after he’s dead.

‘I don’t like this guy’ Doctor:

I do not like this Doctor, worst one. Nothing against Matt Smith or his performance, I’m sure it was brilliant, I’ve seen that Van Gough clip and it made me cry 10/10. More importantly than that however, my supposed childhood best friend who was actually just bullying and manipulating me said he was her favourite so I look at him and remember I wasted my childhood with her. He can make it up to me if he time travels and gets child me a better friend. Then he will be the best Doctor.

He or Tumblr Doctor has a wife????? I think???? I’m not sure but which one it is but because of my bias I’m saying it’s this guy. I know it’s dodgy because of time travel so he needs to go to space jail (or as Tumblr Doctor probably calls it, the ‘Naughty Step’). I’m assuming they also have a child, making every reincarnation of the Doctor from here on out a deadbeat who needs to pay A LOT of child support. That is why he regenerated, so he could avoid paying it, ‘Court can’t prove I’m the Dad if I don’t have his face.’ Arsehole.

Screwdriver scandal TM Doctor:

He looks like a nice guy. This Doctor would sit you down and give you a therapy session after you nearly get killed by a Weeping Angel. I would like having a talk with him, it would be nice. I feel like he is the most well adjusted Doctor, although that could just be Peter Capaldi’s immaculate vibes. This Doctor pays his taxes. He doesn’t like Paddington Bear for some reason. Due to his well adjustedness, I am lead to believe the twist in Paddington 3 is that Paddington is The Master (who I think is a villain) and will go on a rampage across London, turning people into Marmalade. It will be up to the Doctor and the family I’ve forgotten the name of, to stop him. This would also provide an explanation for why the Mum’s actor has changed, to fix Paddingtons mess they had to time travel which led to the Dad marrying a different woman.

He threw away the Sonic Screwdriver apparently. Previously mentioned childhood best friend complained to no end about it to me. Knowing fanbases other people were also likely very upset, I’m guessing it felt like it did to me when Luke Skywalker chucked his lightsaber over his shoulder in The Last Jedi. I also think Screwdrivergate is a tragedy because they didn’t take the opportunity to replace the Screwdriver with another, even sillier, Sonic _______. I suggest either a Sonic Scented Candle or a Sonic Keyring. Alas, it was not to be.

‘WOMAN AAAAAAAAAAAAA’ Doctor:

People don’t like her because woman. People also don’t like her because of bad writing. Last time I checked, neither of these are Jodie Whittaker’s fault. I don’t have much to say about her except my new, (actually great this time) friend who likes Doctor Who has an emotional reaction every time she is brought up. Genuine sadness and disappointment in my friends eyes. I suggest that this means this is a fantastic Doctor, to the point it is art. A sign of good art is something that garners a strong emotional reaction. Despair at the state of the franchise and societies misogyny may not have been the intention, but a strong reaction is incurred nonetheless, so success, this is art now.

‘Guess Who’s back!’ Doctor:

Erm, not sure how in canon this works but David Tennant seems to be having a nice time so it’s good. The alternative name for this Doctor is ‘Production Budget Doctor’ because from the ends of episodes I’ve seen (I watch Strictly Come Dancing because ooo pretty dresses and it’s on after) the Tardis looks very fancy and like it’s from a big budget film. Coffee also got spilled on it which is funny because it messed the Tardis up, meaning not even the technology of a near God can withstand dumbass humans with liquids. Hilarious. Also, an apt metaphor for many things.

In conclusion: I’m sorry for any brain damage caused to the good members of the Doctor Who fanbase who read this. Have a nice day.



[lex9923]

Tw// SA

This will be my one and only official statement on this situation, because frankly I’m done with all of this mental hopscotch happening.

I am a sexual assault victim. I was the same age as Caiti is now when it happened, and I was cornered with his hands down my pants touching my vagina and up my shirt touching my boobs, while I tried to get away and make it stop. I still to this day don’t know who my attacker was, but it will follow me for the rest of my life. It’s been five years since then, and my story has not changed once. Not ever. I hadn’t told people for a couple years cause I thought since I didn’t know who my attacker was, I wouldn’t be believed. As well as the fact that I came forward about a sexual harassment I faced at a job and was met with “well, boys will be boys”. Through it all, I am here, and I survived.

Watching the reaction to this situation from both of the main parties involved, those who weren’t there, those who were, and the fans had sent me spiraling. I’ve spent the past two weeks reliving that trauma from five years ago cause I thought I misinterpreted my assault as something else. I had not, and never have. It’s been incredibly invalidating watching the alleged ��victim” change the story multiple times, make fake texts, omit important information, all while not even listening to the person she accused of a criminally offensive act.

Caiti is absolutely allowed to feel uncomfortable and regret what happened after the fact, but it is not, and will not ever be assault-unless George actually did touch her boobs, and then that will be a different discussion, but with her credibility disappearing, I’ll only believe it if he admits it himself. I’m trying to extend grace to her being young, sexually inexperienced, and caught up in online culture, but it’s hard the longer this gets dragged out. There are things you do when approaching a situation like this:

1. You absolutely need to provide evidence and proof of your claims. You can’t prove something that never happened, but you can prove something that did. It’s why it’s innocent until proven guilty. Expecting people to blindly believe you is delusional at worst and ignorant at best.

2. You must absolutely have your story 100% correct and factual to how you perceived what happened, before bringing forth any accusations. Using purposefully charged language and then changing the story to match the one you accused is not it. Nor is changing your story yet again when people are catching on to the inconsistencies.

3. Allow the accused person to defend themself. You can’t expect people to listen to all of your claims-most of them blindly doing so-and then get upset when people wait for both sides to say their piece, especially when you present no evidence at your initial statement. Again, you have to prove guilt. If you can’t prove it, the accused are allowed to defend themself.

4. You are in no way obligated to accept apologies, but acknowledging one was made-multiple times in fact- is the bare minimum. Trying to change your story one last time to make it seem even worse than what you both agreed upon, and then hiding behind “I’m not going to address this anymore” is manipulative at worst and cowardly at best.

I hope Caiti gets therapy, cause it’s clear she’s been severely affected by something, though I’m not sure she even knows what it is. I also hope she learns from this, and next time utilizes the “direct message” function every single app has. This could have been a dm, and the way it spiraled has been a shitshow and her intentions are coming off less and less pure the more this gets dragged out. I’m so sorry she was uncomfortable, and regretful, but until she shows any proof whatsoever of any assault happening, it will never be. I hope she heals, and I hope she gets better friends cause they have all failed her.

For George, I’m sorry this got blown so out of proportion and no one even privately talked to him about any uncomfortability being felt. I’m sorry his friends are performative. I’m hopeful that he was made aware of things he wasn’t before, and will do better next time. He is not irredeemable, and I believe growth is possible (the difference in his two responses proves as such). I hope this isn’t the last we see of him or his content, and I hope he can heal from this as well.

To my fellow SA survivors, I’m so incredibly sorry that our trauma has been thrown around like this. Our hurt and pain do not deserve to be mocked in this way, and I wish it would’ve never even happened. You’re stronger than what happened, regardless of how shitty this situation has been for us. And as a 24 year old, I like to consider myself a big sister of sorts, so I love all of you. We got through it then, we’ll do it again.

Speaking woman to woman, I’m sorry this has been so messed up. This will make it harder for us to come forward in the future and that is indescribably frustrating. However, that does not take away from the pain and hurt we went through, and I hope if you do have the strength to come forward, you are believed.

I’m done with this whole situation. It should not have come to this point, and if you stayed this far, I greatly appreciate you reading this. One last time. Caiti, I’m sorry you were so uncomfortable. Get therapy, better friends, and take a break from the internet. George, I hope you learn from this situation, and I’m sorry you were made out to be a criminally offensive person before giving your side or anyone ever speaking to you.

I hope you both heal.

I hope sexual assault victims having to relive trauma, and are affected by this continue to heal.

I love you all.

Lex

[rowdyluv]

Insta Edit ✩ Jack Hughes

“You can’t ‘out’ what has always been here.”

Summary: a gossip page thinks they’re outing Jack’s relationship but he turns it around on them.

Requested: yes / no

Warnings: all pictures are from Pinterest. none are actually Jack. use of “youruser” and one (y/n)

Authors Note: please keep in mind everything written in edits like the one below, in AUs, or fics/blurbs is completely fictional but may happen to fall in line with factual life events. Just because the storyline may line up with day-to-day life in some way it is not intentional. Unless noted before hand.

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nj.hockeytea: These pictures sent in by an anonymous user of Jack Hughes and a mystery girl. The message attached with their pictures:

Jack and his family were staying in a beach house [redacted]. This girl came with them. So she isn’t a random hook up. Unless he picked her up at the airport but by the way he was all over her I doubt that’s the story. When they were outside and it was just the two of them it was pure couple stuff, but if his brothers were around she became one of them. I don’t know if she’s trying too hard or if she’s just that in with them.

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user98 ➤ shes been seen with jack before

user3 ➤ could they not give them privacy???

jackhughes ➤ she isnt a mystery girl, she is MY girl and has been my girl.

⟱youruser ➤ jackhughes dont get too worked up j, they just want something to get excited about.

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jackhughes: (y/n) and I have never believed that we have to post one another to prove our love to each other. We have have never believed that we should have to come straight out to the media and say “hey we’re together!!” That is why you don’t see these pictures or any other. Our lives are chaotic and when we are together we want to be able to freeze time just like anyone else but it be for us, not the world.

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_quinnhughes➤ did jack just go soft...

⟱jackhughes ➤ shut up. ill be anything i need to be for (youruser)

youruser ➤ jack, you have always been the sweetest. except when you let your brothers dump ice cream on me when we were 12. :( but i wouldnt trade you for anything or anyone

youruser

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youruser: im begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans, thats my maaaan♡︎

trevorzegras➤ hes going to be so upset you used swift lyrics and he wrote a book

_quinnhughes➤ ignore the idiot above me

_quinnhughes➤ your account is private no one would see if you called out media

_quinnhughes ➤ trevorzegras rowdy is probably staring at them in the pictures and hasn’t looked at the caption

youruser➤ im going to block u spammer

jackhughes➤ willow is damn jam

lhughes_06➤ dear god youruser what did you do to my brother. 23 years around each other is too long…….

⟱youruser➤ too bad youre stuck with me lukie pookie, im here forever. because i said YES.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

hihi!!! your oc is so cute! ^^ could you you please write some headcanons or a short one shot with mereo x fem!reader on her period? thank you sm! :D

Hiya~! :3 Thank you!! I'm so happy to hear that you like her T^T <3

Yes! I was in the middle of writing her for something else, and this proved to come at a suitable time to try and align myself with writing for her again. So, I hope you enjoy~

Pairing: Mereoleona x f!reader Fanfic type: Oneshot Genre: romance, fluff Length: ~0.7k Contains: talk about periods and period pain, not much else, has fluff, Mereo giving a word of comfort in her own way

It was again that time of the month. Though you tried to power through it, despite feeling the approaching cramps, discomfort and pain. Because you knew that the world wouldn’t stop, just because you’d have your time of the month again.

An unfortunate fact.

But. You’d try your best to not let it out on those around you. Because you didn’t want to be mean to them, even though they’d understand that you’re just in pain constantly, which made things… especially your temper, more difficult. Your energy levels would be down, and you’d find it more difficult to concentrate on things.

Which wasn’t unordinary by any means.

If you were anyone else than Mereoleona, that is.

It just seemed so … strange. Like, it wasn’t that you could have imagine the proud, uncrowned, undefeated lioness struggling in period pains previously, but after starting to date her she just… never seemed to show signs of it. Her temper remained always the same. No particular fatigue. Never complained about being in pain.

And once you had had to ask about it. About how she just… pushed through it.

Her reply had been a shrug, and an utterance of how she didn’t feel that much of… anything, while on her period. Sure, there was a sense of weight. Sometimes discomfort in her lower stomach. And bleeding constantly was hardly the most pleasant of sensations, but all in all ‘it wasn’t that bad’.

‘It wasn’t that bad’.

To her.

Which had made you, for a while, want to just try to… suck it up, and carry on. Just like she did.

Only that… maybe her pains just… weren’t as bad as yours? People had different levels of pain, so maybe this was just about that. Or then she had hardened herself during the years she had spent in the wilderness. So, she had a rather large head-start when it came to that.

And you couldn’t just… will the pain away. On a particularly bad cycle.

“I’m sorry but then pains are just.. too bad, now,” you told her at the side of the training grounds while holding your stomach.

Her eyes turned to you, as she stood there, like the pilar of strength that she was, with her arms crossed. And then she nodded.

But as you began walking past her, she followed, without a word. Until you were an adequate distance away from the rest.

“I’m not.. as good with pain as you,” you half admitted, half mused with melancholy.

“There are different kinds of pain,” she replied. Her tone wasn’t angry, or adamant, but more… factually gentle.

Your head turned to her, as you walked down the corridor. But no words left your lips.

“Some pains should be pushed through. And those are the kinds that make you stronger, in the end. But some pains, just exist. And while you can’t do anything with them, other than persevere, they subside, in the end.”

For some reason it sounded like she was talking a little about the world, and not just period pains. But… the logic applied, just the same.

“Besides, people tell me that warmth helps with period pains in particular,” she added. “And given how I’m so warm, it wouldn’t surprise me if that had something to do with how I seem to be getting off easier on that aspect.”

A faint chuckle left you, because there seemed to be an attempt of a joke in the statement.

Of which the faint smirk on her lips spoke.

“But… perhaps I can spare a little of the warmth,” she grinned while wrapping her arm around you, and evoking her flames that enveloped you without leaving as much as a scrape on their war, but instead, leaving you feeling warm, and soft, like it was warm water travelling over you. Like a bath, and a shower, combined, which eased the pain. And brought comfort to your very soul.

Because it was certain that the evening would continue with food and drinks, delivered to your shared bedroom, where you’d lay, comfortably in her warm embrace. After all, she was a lion, and she did have a habit of loitering around, when she deemed it necessary to spare some energy for more fitting feats.

It was just that in this, taking care of her girlfriend, and paying around in bed, while taking a nap, was wrapped up in one.

[bestworstcase]

Your thoughts about Salem possibly intentionally ascending to be what is essentially a Grimm Faunus makes me think:

I wonder if Salem chose to ascend to become a Grimm because she believed Grimm were endless beings that could endure her current nightmare better than anything else. Instead, the end result of that ascension was finding out that the Grimm weren't just eternal manifestations of evil like she and many others were led to believe by the God of Light, but rather independent living creatures with their own unique morality system who could live and die like anything else. I'd imagine such a revelation would only further sour her on the God of Light, because she'd basically realize that the Grimm were just another victim of the God of Light's existential crisis.

oh i don’t think she On Purpose set out to turn herself into a grimm. for one thing, the lost fable is an unreliable narrative in a really specific way: jinn answer’s ruby’s question exactly, this is information ozpin knows or believes to be true and actively chose to hide from the kids. none of it is new information to oz—so how does he know what salem did during the parts when he wasn’t there?

salem told him.

thus, any factual incorrectness during these parts of the story must be the result of either:

salem outright lying to him, or

ozma misinterpreting what she said, or

ozma making baseless assumptions to fill in the gaps of what was (given how long ago it all was and how long she was alone) quite likely an incoherent story.

now generally speaking i believe that salem hesitated for some time before telling him of her involvement in the rebellion but otherwise told ozma the truth, because the text supports this (she “blamed the end of the world on the gods,” rightly), because she has no reason to lie about what the gods did, and because the thematic narrative requires that the lost fable be a biased account of real events, not a complete fabrication.

anyway, the point is:

If the fountain of life granted her immortality, then surely, the pools of Grimm will finally take it away… She was wrong. This force of pure destruction could not destroy a being of infinite life, so it created a being of infinite life with a desire for pure destruction.

jinn ascribes a specific motivation to salem’s choice to drown herself in the pool of grimm, and states that salem’s reasoning proved to be wrong. this passage, like the rest of the lost fable, articulates what ozpin believes—but i think this is his misinterpretation of something salem told him when she recounted this part of her story.

she says, “the fountain gave me infinite life. i thought the pool of grimm would take it from me.” he hears, “i was trying to kill myself.”

but what i think she meant was, “i thought the death in the pool and the life in my soul would mix together. maybe it would kill me, i didn’t know or care, but isn’t that how the brothers made us? darkness brought you back to life, and he called that creation, and i wasn’t thinking clearly because i was going insane from isolation but i thought that maybe if i sacrificed myself i could bring everyone back.”

she says, “i didn’t expect to become this, but of course one can’t destroy creation, so it changed me.” and he hears “i was mistaken, and now i’m cursed.”

because the thing is, as i’ve noted before, if you take away from an infinite quantity, an infinite quantity remains – because ‘infinite’ does not mean incomprehensibly big number, it means numberless, countless, boundless. so was salem suicidal, or was she doing math?

what happens if you take some life from infinite life? where does what is taken go?

she returned to the place where, millions of years ago, she’d seen the fearsome god of destruction claim the powers of creation as his own after bringing a dead man back to life. and then she poured INFINITE LIFE into the dark well of that god’s power which still, she’d seen, continued to birth living creatures long after the gods had gone.

what was she trying to do?

just die?

…or claim the powers of her creators in order to bring the world back to life?

the results being her own transformation plus animal people is probably not what she expected to happen, exactly, but – certainly it is an improvement over her previous circumstances and so i doubt she had any complaints, until humans proliferated and began to persecute the faunus.

the question of whether salem, in the grimm pool, did or didn’t experience ascension in the literal sense – as in, meeting the blacksmith and being given the choice to “choose for yourself one who could leave your burdens behind, or choose one who’ll be enough to bear them” – is a secondary but also interesting question.

i’m inclined to think that she did, and that’s interesting, because if true that implies salem had the chance to escape her curse – shed her old identity, leave all her memories behind, and be reborn new – and actively chose not to take it. and that’s so compelling because – why? what inspired her to refuse? to keep going? think about everything salem’s said about hope, that even the smallest spark can ignite change, breathe fire into the hearts of the weary, that hope is mankind’s greatest strength; think about how that hits if—

—these are the same picture.

and then there’s ‘the shallow sea’:

“They didn’t do anything to us,” the people on the shore called. “The water hasn’t changed us. It has washed away the lies to reveal what we’ve always been, just under the surface. Our old forms were just a shallow disguise. This is who we are.” A few dozen more people on the boat were convinced. They dropped into the ocean, and though they transformed more slowly, by the time they stepped out of the water, they, too, had become their true selves and were welcomed onto the island.

like, think about what it says about salem for this to be how she sees herself, how she conceives of her transformation – that in becoming grimm she became more herself. true, we haven’t yet gotten hard confirmation that ‘the shallow sea’ is an allegorical account of salem’s metamorphosis, but the writing is on the wall. lol.

she’s the same person as before but she isn’t human, doesn’t feel human anymore, doesn’t want to be human. certainly there is a degree of trauma and isolation and dehumanization at work here, but at the heart of it – and this is why, i think, she chose to return as herself, if she found the blacksmith in the grimm pool – is this idea that her human-self was a ‘lie.’

the brothers made humans and made certain promises to humankind – light especially presented himself as a benevolent adjudicator who invited people to come before him, pray to him, worship him. they made salem. she believed in them. trusted them.

and in the end, they destroyed the whole world to spite her. the last thing either of them said to her was to blame her for the massacre they committed (light) and mock her for “still demanding things of [her] creators” (dark) – so why would she ever consider herself human again? why would she do them the courtesy of calling herself their creation?

cause here’s the thing – notionally, they made humankind to settle their differences. to make peace with each other. humans were the symbol and seal of the brothers’ harmonious coexistence, and salem proved the lie, and then she went ‘fuck you both’ and created herself: a person, a grimm, the living breathing combination of the waters of life and death, light and darkness, that the brothers refused to intermingle. she proved them wrong.

salem is not the one who sowed division between them.

they separated creation from destruction and enforced that dividing line with horrific violence. salem is the one who, left behind in the ruin of their world, brought the sundered halves of destruction-and-creation back together to create herself, and in doing so created a new world.

she isn’t the flawed human who disrupted the delicate balance and ruined the world forever. she’s not the divider. salem is the balance. the unity of opposites. the very embodiment of what mankind was meant for!

and they hated her for it! the god of light intends to wipe out remnant from existence to punish her because she saw through his lies about how the world was meant to be and revealed the truth he’s afraid of.

and yeah grasping that the grimm are not ontologically evil is a part of that (and i have no doubt also factors in her hatred of the huntsman academies because she knows humans and grimm can coexist with each other – evernight itself is proof of that.) but i think it’s less significant than the union she achieved, exposing the lie that creation and destruction are not one and the same.

[carnivore-voyeur]

An Overview of my Ghost fandom thoughts these past few months…

I will not be discussing rumors as facts, and I will always counter rumors with factual information and/or counter points that call said rumors into question whenever presented with rumors. I’m not interested in debating the validity of rumors at all, though, especially when doing so could potentially harm those who become the subject of such rumors. I’m not interested in speculating on another person’s relationship or judging a person’s character based on who they are dating, either.

If this is your first Ghost hiatus, then you should know that rumors spread during every single Ghost hiatus by fans who are bored. There are fans who have a parasocial obsession with the band and its members to the point that they think it’s necessary to monitor everything these people say or do or even who they hang out with for the sake of Ghost’s “future.” Ghost delivers a concept and performance, and it’s up to you to decide if you like it. It’s not for any of us to decide what that concept should look like or who should be involved.

As I said before, it is not our job to dictate the direction this band takes. It is not our job to ensure Ghost hires “the right people.” It is not our job to investigate any serious allegations spread on social media, either. You don’t know anything for a fact about the band that the band doesn’t willingly share with you. You don’t know how their contracts work. You don’t know what’s said behind closed doors. You don’t know how they handle potential legal situations beyond what is shared publicly.

If you think Ghost can’t handle controversy, then you must be brand new. Ghost has endured several controversies since its inception. If you think Ghost is a “safe space” that must be protected at all costs, then you must be brand new. Ghost is a band. It is not inherently a safe space just because you like the band. The band has a level of responsibility towards its fans, but you still need to be aware of your surroundings and the people within it when you are at shows or other fandom events.

You are not the friend or family of any of the musicians involved. You don’t know them. For the most part, you don’t know if they are good people. You don’t know if they are bad people. You view these people through the lens of social media. It is possible for any of them to say or do something disappointing or harmful, but it is not helpful to then position you, your interests, and/or certain members as superior or morally correct based on rumors, allegations, assumptions, etc. made against others in the band.

First of all, that’s not safe. Anyone is capable of harm, and you are not accepting that as a possibility when you treat people in this black and white manner. Second of all, you cannot just say whatever you want about a person based on rumors because it spirals out of control and it can do irreparable damage to innocent people. Accusations are snowballing out of control to the point where fans are no longer focused on the facts but instead spreading rampant misinformation on multiple sides of an issue. This has to stop.

As always, if you have had a negative experience with anyone within the band or within the fandom then you have a right to speak on it. I know it is extremely difficult to prove anything that is hear-say. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt, while also supporting anyone who says they’ve been harmed in one way or another. That’s what I think is the right thing to do. However, it’s not my job to investigate any serious allegations made against anyone and I strongly believe none of us should be doing that.

If you cannot handle any of what I just said, I am not the right person for you to follow. I am not the right person to message or to start an argument with. I will not agree with what you have to say, and I don’t want to waste my time arguing with you over it. Since this summer, it has been clear that a certain group of fans on social media have been more interested in sewing hate and discord than enjoying the band’s content. I have no interest in associating with those people. If you are one of these people, then good riddance.

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

while i agree the other anon wasn’t particularly eloquent, they are right. AFAB, in its original definition from intersex terminology, means assigned female at birth OFTEN INCORRECTLY due to ambiguous genitalia. this happens to males more often than females because most intersex genitalia fall inbetween full penis and full vulva, and many (not all) intersex males end up being born with genitalia that appear to skew towards the female end. this doesn’t correlate 1:1 with intersex females simply because an underdeveloped vulva still looks like a vulva. to answer your question, the ones who are AMAB are still overwhelmingly male. the doctors are not purposely scheming and declaring a male baby a female baby because they see a male and decide to shake things up: they see a female baby because of the ambiguous genitalia they see. it’s a mistake, not a conspiracy.

in the cases of Caster Semenya, and likely Imane Khelif, most intersex males in sports are essentially fully male but with internal gonads due to their condition, which makes their genitalia just appear as a vulva at birth. that’s why they’re raised as female. and it’s common knowledge that it’s easy to mistake the sex of prepubescent children outside of straight up looking at their genitalia because the sexual dimorphic traits that we can see from a distance don’t begin to really show until after puberty. this same thing happened to a swiss skiier in 1966, Erik(a) Schinegger, who accepted the reality of his male sex and even tried to return the medal he won to the woman he beat in the Womens Downhill Run Ski World Championship. Caster Semenya has fathered children and has every single sexually dimorphic trait as perisex men, the ONLY difference is that he was born with ambiguous genitalia that got labelled as female at birth.

i think you have your heart in the right place, but listening to what’s actually being argued in regards to Imane and intersex males (especially those with confirmed 5ar2d) is crucial. it’s very likely, if not guaranteed, he’s male and knows it. multiple boxing organizations have now come out to say he is. they cannot release private medical information (only Imane can, and he knows that if he’s asked to prove his sex and refute the claims it’ll show that he is in fact male) but they can say he did not pass a test that determines if XX chromosomes are present in the dna of the athletes, which by process of elimination means he does have XY.

i say all this in factual matter by the way. i have empathy for intersex males who grew up fully believing they are female until they underwent puberty, especially in Imane’s case where his home country is extremely misogynistic and anti-LGBT. however, it’s still completely unfair to the perisex female athletes who have to compete against males who are AWARE of their male sex, and are far more at risk of injury or death due to the nature of boxing. personally, i choose to put the safety of women over the hurt feelings of men who are just being told they can’t compete with women. no they didn’t ask to be born that way, but neither did perisex women.

the ioc is also complicit in muddying the waters of this situation too. they were the ones who let Laurel Hubbard compete, they are the ones who refuse to do sex testing to ensure fairness and instead go off of editable documents, and they are the ones insistent on making feminists look evil by intentionally conflating intersex men with intersex women. even women with pcos and hyperandrogenism do not have HALF the levels of natural testosterone as the LOWEST LIMIT of testosterone of males, including intersex males. the ioc allows intersex males to compete in the womens catsgory with higher levels of testosterone than women who are banned by DOPING WITH TESTOSTERONE. literally, trans men who take T are not allowed even if they still have lower testosterone than intersex males. this is why we’re frustrated with the ioc and with the situation with Imane.

I see. I'm not too proud to admit that I can be wrong. My honest answer to this whole situation is that I do not know enough about it. I did not know all of this. Thank you for sharing. I'm interested to know what others have to say in favor/opposition to this.

[anamericangirl]

I noticed something recently. Since yesterday, I've been pointing out on liberal posts that Kamala said "Trump wanted to abolish the supreme co-… The supreme co… The supreme��� … Land… of our… … … constitutional… American land." and that I think she might be retarded. And people have been replying saying she didn't say that, or that I need to prove she said that, or asking me where she said that.

Same goes for Biden when I point out his golden quotes such as "I was the vice president for Barack America"

Libs always have no idea what I'm talking about. They always demand I prove they said those quotes. When I said Hillary wanted to build a wall long before Trump did, they say she never said that, and I show them the video and they don't wanna watch it.

What I'm getting at is

Liberals don't even watch the speeches of their own candidates. They don't watch them at all! These are incredibly commonly known quotes, these are easy to find videos, these are things they say unbelievably commonly in all of their speeches and libs are always dumbfounded when you bring them up.

THEY DON'T EVEN WATCH THEIR OWN RALLIES.

If I said that Kamala said "We need to build Strength through Joy" at the DNC, which is literally a Nazi thing (google "Strength through Joy"), which she DID SAY, and Oprah Winfrey ALSO SAID IT, the libs would reply "She never said that" as though they didn't even watch the DNC at all.

It's fucking wild

They are completely uninformed, they aren't listening to their own candidates, they're voting entirely out of hate or racially fueled shit like "I want to vote for a black woman" instead of actually watching their speeches.

I've watched every single Kamala, Biden, Trump, RFK Jr, Obama, Hillary, etc. speech for every election I've been old enough to vote for because it's extremely important to me as a human being to know who I'm VOTING FOR TO BE A REPRESENTATIVE OF MY VOICE AND A LEADER TO MY GODDAMN FUCKING COUNTRY EXCUSE ME GOD

And when I bring up quotes that liberal politicians say, liberals will always demand I'm lying and demand proof, and when I give them the proof they refuse to watch it!

I am 100% convinced liberals are just white-hating racists who want slavery to make a comeback which is why they're so strongly for letting illegals into our country and giving them the right to vote and mass amnesty because the democratic party fought tooth and nail to give slaves full voting power so they could get their slaves to vote for the left wing politicians who wanted to keep slavery going because they were filthy rich under slavery, but now that slavery's been abolished they're looking for any other way they can get colored folks to vote blue hence giving them $150,000 home loans in California. 100% convinced.

Get "I study history" on, liberals. Reminder that Kamala's literally a descendant of slave owners. Liberals regularly say shit like "All white people should be killed because they're descendants of slave owners" but despite factual evidence Kamala's a descendant of slave owners, they make an exception.

Sorry liberals. But you are horrible people, you're racist, you're intentionally uninformed, you don't put a single bit of effort into reading about US history or the history of the politicians you're voting for, and you're retarded.

Liberals are the definition of low information/no information voters. They get all their news from tiktok and think they’re informed enough to vote on who is the best person to lead the country.

They have no idea how much context and information they are missing.

And at this point I think it’s largely intentional with some people because otherwise they would have to confront the fact that these liberal politicians they are putting on pedestals as the saviors of America who will restore “democracy” (another term they don’t know the meaning of) are literally everything they claim to hate.

It says a lot about them when they can pull up Trump quotes from 10 or 15 years ago but they can’t tell you what Kamala said yesterday.

[ariel26c]

the thing that scares me more than anything in the world is what all of these success stories "i manifested a boyfriend!" and "i manifested weight loss" are just pure coincidence and could be explained in a logical way, and what if law of assumption is fake and neville goddard tried to sell a product that he never even believed in? i hope you don't take this as harm on you, i don't mean to harm you i just lately see these basic "success stories" and think to myself what if this is all a lie? we have zero proof that are hard cold and factual only "succes stories" of people behind anon mask.

I don’t believe in coincidences. Everything happens for a reason. When you think of texting a person and then they end up texting you first isn’t a coincidence, it’s thought transmission. It’s not coincidence that you keep seeing angel numbers or the same sign everywhere. There is always a reason.

Some things you just can’t prove and the only way you’ll know it’s real is when you experience it yourself. There is science behind this kind of stuff. There are plenty of experiments and books out there that talk about the power of your subconscious.

If manifestation is a coincidence then your whole life is full of coincidences because you’re always manifesting. If it’s all a coincidence then every success story as you say is a coincidence.

You don’t have to believe in manifestation for it to work. It’s doesn’t matter what doubts you have. I don’t know if you realize that there are plenty of things people can’t prove but still believe in.

All those “basic success stories” as you say could seem basic to you but for someone it could be a giant success. Maybe manifesting a boyfriend doesn’t seem like a big success to you but it could be for someone who’s struggled a lot with loneliness or bad luck in their love life.

There are so many different success stories out there not just about manifesting an SP or weight loss, there’s success stories about extreme appearance changes, revising someone’s death, etc.

Neville Goddard learned about manifestation through another man named Abdullah. He has success stories of his own. If Law of Assumption wasn’t real then there wouldn’t be people talking about how it worked for them and sharing their success stories. Again, you don’t need to believe for it to work.

I understand what you’re saying but why think of the negative? What if it’s real?? What if this isn’t just pure coincidences? Your doubts are valid and I don’t consider this as harmful to me.

Thank you for your question ♥️

[muffinsin]

👀 anon here again, really appreciate and enjoy your work! I have a different type of request this time if you were okay with it: a bit of hurt/comfort? Let's say their s/o gets hurt because of lycans or an attack on the castle or something, how would the girls react?

Oooooh they be going crazyyyy!

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Bela

You are her everything, and along with her family, a priority of hers

When lycans breach the castle, she is tasked with dealing with them

Her first priority is to clear the section she knows you’re in

If she can’t find you, she’s fast to freak out and go on a full spree to search the castle castle for you

Finding you struggling for your life on the floor, with a lycan on you, clawing and attempting to bite your jugular out, she sees red

Unbothered even if windows are smashed, she rips the mutt off you

Instantly, her pose is tense and defensive as she stands right in front of you, shielding you completely. You know nothing will get past her

It takes her only a moment to slay the mutt and have it howling at her feet, but she doesn’t grant it mercy. She ensures it will never hurt you again, so to speak

Whether small or big injury, Bela is the most worried she has ever been in her life, and this speaks volumes

She’ll scoop you in her arms and bring you to her room quickly, tend to your wounds as best as she is able to

The lycans aren’t her priority anymore, she knows they’re no threat to her family. She will, however, holler for her sisters to deal with them

And Black God bless them if they defy this command

Bela will be extremely tender with you, cleaning and fixing wounds, wrapping bandages around you

She will check your temperature and have you drink water, a bucket nearby just in case

She isn’t a healer by any means, but has educated herself enough by reading factual books regarding health and healing to have a general understanding of how to help you

For a week or so she won’t leave your side at all

She’s a little like a dog protecting its owner, and will snarl whenever someone gets too close. She is insanely protective of you, especially when you’re hurt

She will, however, allow Alcina near. She knows to trust her and is thankful whenever she offers information on how to treat humans and treat injuries- she knows she’s treated plenty

With her love and care you will be on the mend soon enough, and she even uses the opportunity to ensure you’re eating healthy and get enough nutrients

She’ll be sure you eat and even insist on feeding you at times, read to you and help you wash yourself, and, of course, cuddle you if you ask her to

Even once you’re back to full health, she is very reluctant to leave your side. Often she will randomly pop up next to you to ensure your safety

More often than not has she startled you by doing so, actually

In time, this will ease too, although Bela is always a tad more tense and protective whenever any situation could prove to be dangerous

Also, she has developed a deep hatred for Heisenberg’s creations. Not that she liked them in the first place

Cassandra

Cassandra is thrilled when she hears lycans have breached the castle. A free hunt? How exciting!

Then, however, she minds you. And more particularly, that she doesn’t know where you are, only that you aren’t locked away in her room for safekeeping

This makes her hunt a lot less enjoyable

Very much unlike her, she doesn’t take her time with her kills. She slays lycan after lycan, leaving behind a trail of blood and bodies

She’s full of adrenaline and worry, she needs to find you first

Despite feeling protective of her family too, it’s you who is her first priority. Her sisters have never expressed any difficulty dealing with the overgrown dogs, as she considers them. Her mother even less so. You, on the other hand…

When she at last hears your screams and quick heartbeat, her own increases drastically

She finds you, at last, bleeding a fair amount with a hand supporting you weakly. You’re pushed against the wall, blocking the lycan’s sharp teeth from closing on your skin with the leg of a broken stool

Before the beast has a chance to even break through the wood, she’s on it

A sickening crack is heard before the lycan falls and she pulls you to her

She’ll call out to you often and loudly, desperate to know you’re alive

Cassandra is quick to move you to the floor, and rips parts of the curtains to halt the bleeding slightly

She’s very careful with you, worried she will hurt you if she can’t control her strength. She’s angry at the lycans and it takes everything in her to be calm and precise with her movements

She has plenty experience with injuries, despite being the one causing them usually. Still, the sadist is familiar with the procedure of fixing humans up. Normally merely to ensure they keep living to be tortured more, but that is beside the point…

The room is completely blocked by her flies, killing any possible intruding lycans within seconds. She doesn’t even spare them a glance; despite being fun to taunt and hunt, they’re way beneath her

Once she knows the castle is cleared, she will move you to the large bed in her room, and properly tend to your wounds with gauze and bandages

All in all, you will be alright. She knows this, but still feels this insatiable worry, anger, fear for you and protectiveness

When she is assured you’re stable, she will ask her mother or older sister to look after you for a little while so she can blow off some steam in the dungeons.

Her hands are shaking with barely controlled anger

She provides you with water and baths, medicine and pain killers during your recovery

Also- she likes to be very close to you

Holding you is soothing to her. She doesn’t know what would’ve happened had she lost you. Those moments are likely the only ones she can be considered an overgrown teddy bear

Not unlike Bela, she becomes very protective. She won’t let maidens near you unsupervised and makes Daniela stay at the end of the bed, worried her younger sister might squeeze you in a hug and reopen your wounds (she most definitely would)

From there on out, she makes it a rule to stay where you are and lock yourself away during a raid. She knows she will find you in no time, but wants you safe and locked away until then

Cassandra might come across as harsh once you open your eyes, scolding you and yelling, though tears will soon enough dare slip from her eyes. She is always fast to wipe them away in hopes you didn’t see

She’s angry you got hurt, though not angry at you for getting hurt

She considers not leaving your side at all; although this ends when she attempts to tug you in the basement with her to tend to her “hobby” and you refuse with a pointed stare

Daniela

You are the first thing on her mind when she hears of the lycans

While normally taking her time to taunt and play with the mutts, she makes quick work of them this time

Being the fastest sister, she covers a lot of ground very fast, and in turn, smells your scent very quickly

She freaks out when she also smells the scent of your blood, however

Finding you tucked away in a corner of a hallway, brows furrowed in pain and holding your midsection, a lycan prowling towards you, she is quick to act

Your hair whooshes and your cheek feels cold as she is fast to grab the lycan by its fur

What must be hundreds of little flies pierce into it, eliminating it quickly even as it attempts to run off howling in pain

When she sees your state, her eyes are wide. She smells your blood, and hears your grunts of pain, and notices your injuries

And she has no idea what to do

She’s extremely caring of course, but caring for humans? Tending to injuries?

She scoops you up into her arms, shaking a little

Daniela moves so fast, you barely see what’s going on. Rooms and hallways blur, flies buzzing all around you is all you can hear

Being dropped on the large lap of Alcina Dimitrescu is shock enough to have you open your eyes again, though, no matter the amount of pain you’re in. And you’re not the only one. Shocked eyes stare down at you too

Daniela begs her mother to help, promises she’ll do anything if she saves her lover. She doubts you can understand her words

Alcina grants her her wish, naturally

Daniela feels at loss as she watches her mother work, but refuses to leave your side, even as all she can do is retrieve rags and bandages and alcohol and watch her the tall countess tend to your wounds

To her credit, Daniela tries to memorise what she does. She is an eager learner, and wants to care for you too

Thankfully, your injuries are treatable. Daniela wouldn’t know the difference, all she sees and smells is the blood covering your stomach

When she is told you will be alright, she is so thankful

So much so, she is held back from pouncing on you and cuddling you

She will definitely cry a lot, even during your recovery. She thought for sure you were lost

While on the mend, Daniela will just barely your side. It’s like she’s attached to you

She’s extremely cuddly and stays close,

Brings you food she knows you enjoy and bathes you. She tries her best to find you the medicine you want

Also, she has learned how to bandage you properly and change the bandages, and does so almost every few hours. She doesn’t want to risk an infection at all

Asides from this, she will shower you with gifts and cuddles. She’s so happy you’re still alive. She couldn’t lose a lover again, and she doubts she would ever recover from losing you

She definitely blames herself for letting you get hurt. She sometimes thinks it’s her fault for not getting there faster and taking the lycan out faster

The moment you assure her you’re well enough for it, she will hug you tightly and cuddle you properly

[theluckywizard]

Kiss Me Moonstruck, Ch. 5: That Nosy Bird

Hawke x Trevelyan | DA2 | Matchmaking Mischief | Fluff and Smut | Fish out of Water | Romantic Comedy

Gif by @lavellanlin

Chapter Summary: Garrett comes home. Rose eavesdrops. Garrett gets stitches. Rose gets an eyeful.

WC: 2,592

Fic Summary: Smashed together in a matchmaking scheme cooked up by their enterprising mothers, Garrett Hawke and Rose Trevelyan are forced to endure one another for a whole week over Satinalia at the Hawke Estate. Rose hears he’s a swashbuckling treasure hunter, as wild as he is handsome and as ill-bred as he is rich. Garrett suspects she’s a brat of an ingenue by the string of rejected marriage proposals behind her. Determined to prove to the other that they could not be less compatible, they quickly find their mothers’ plot might be working better than they thought.

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“Well I think it went well!” says Leandra, returning to the chopping block with supplies. As she wanders to the fire to pour a cup of tea for her son, she carries on. “I— admit Alsatia seemed a bit stiffer than I remember. But I think she liked my tart.” 

There’s something tense in her voice like she isn’t sure at all. She’s soothing herself. He can see it in her expression.

He takes an inelegant oversized bite and speaks through a mouthful. “Well if she didn’t, she’s a blazing moron.” His factual assessment is met with a glower. “ Only because it’s the finest treat in the whole of the Marches.” He adds. “I hope it was a pleasant evening.”

“Alsatia and I were able to catch up for an hour or so. Lady Rose was tired from the journey so she didn’t stay with us long, but I can’t say I blame her exactly. It’s a terribly long time to sit in a carriage.”

“I spotted her in the library just now,” he says.

“A reader! That’s promising,” says Leandra, dunking a cloth in a basin of water.

Garrett exhales a chuckle and shakes his head. “Yes, the barest indication of intelligence.”

His mother tugs on his arm in annoyance, flashing him a look of reproof. “Let me see this wound of yours,” she says, jerking his arm straight to inspect. She wipes the dried blood off his forearm and then bends to squint at the laceration at his elbow. “Five or six stitches I’d guess.” She wanders over to the larder for a bottle of alcohol. 

“Is that— Maker, Garrett your back is bleeding as well!” she cries upon her return.

Garrett cranes his head to look over each of his shoulders, catching a glimpse of deep scarlet over his left. He thought he felt something itchy back there. “Huh. They must have caught the edge of my cuirass.”

“You’re going to send me to an early grave, you know that?” she mutters, pushing his linen shirt up off his back for a look. “This one is bigger. Take it off, come on.”

Garrett tugs his shirt off, peeling carefully where it sticks to the drying blood on his shoulder. He laughs into the crimson stained shirt he balls up for washing. “Take enough blows you stop noticing them, I suppose.”

“Maker, Garrett. You didn’t kill anyone tonight, did you?”

“I don’t think so. Dougal’s thugs are just hired help,” he says. “Probably have families to feed, same as me.” He takes a gulp of tea and pushes the last of a slice into his mouth. “So is it good to see her? Your old friend?”

Leandra is quiet for just long enough that he can tell something is off. “Chew with your mouth closed.”

Garrett rolls his eyes. “You can tell me you know. Regardless of whatever you hope for me.”

“She’ll settle in I think,” says Leandra over the swish of a bottle as she dabs gauze. “She’s been amongst nobility for a long time. It’s made her—”

“—a bit of a snob?” Garrett finishes, turning and squeezing her shoulder.

“Eat your galette.”

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[awhitehead17]

Hey Gorgeous

TimKon, Sports AU, Skater Boi Tim, Hockey Player Kon, Injuries, Humour.

Summary: When an accident lands Tim in the ER the last thing he expects to find is someone who completely captures his attention like nothing else. Despite forgetting their interaction due to his injury, weeks later Tim meets the same guy and has just as strong as reaction as he did the first time. Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not.

Enjoy! :D

He doesn’t know what feeling is currently worse, the agonising throbbing going on inside his skull or the churning nausea in his stomach. He tries to take a deep breath to diminish the thoughts of throwing up but it proves to be impossible to ignore. He tilts his head back, clenches his eyes shut to fight off the blinding lights and presses the ice pack to the side of his head even harder, the coolness doing very little to alleviate the throbbing going on.

“Shouldn’t be long now Timbo.”

Tim groans in response, not that there’s much else he can do. Talking hurts. Hell, even thinking hurts.

“How you doing?”

If Tim could he would glare at his brother for asking such a stupid question. How’s he doing? Like he can’t see Tim physically trying to keep himself from throwing up.

“Like I could run a fucking marathon,” he grouses, “how do you think I’m doing asshole.”

“Fuck you too Tim. I was just asking.”

Tim huffs but doesn’t respond. With his eyes still closed he can slowly start to feel the world slipping away, while his head still hurts at least the nausea somewhat has eased. If he could just go to sleep then he’d wake up better sometime later.

A rough nudge to his shoulder breaks him out of his reverie. Without meaning for it to a whine escapes his throat. He’s sore, and tired, why couldn’t Jason just let him sleep.

“You’re not allowed to go to sleep idiot.” Jason tells him factually. “The nurse will be with us soon and until you get properly checked out you can’t sleep. You know the rodeo kid, this isn’t your first time, don’t be baby about it.”

Tim sighs heavily and whines again. “I know! But give me a break, this sucks!”

There's a beat before Jason speaks up, this time he nudges his shoulder gently. “Do you think you can stay awake for a couple minutes while I go and find out how long the nurse will be?”

“No promises.”

“Tim.”

With his free hand Tim waves his brother away. “Yes, I’ll be fine. Now go. The quicker this is sorted the sooner we can go home.”

Jason mutters something underneath his breath and Tim feels as he get up from the chair next to him and disappears somewhere. Still not having opened his eyes, Tim slouches in his seat and focuses on his breathing and the coldness of the icepack pressed against his temple. As long as he doesn't move he should be fine.

It’s only moments later he starts to feel the world slip away again. His breathing evens out and despite the injury and uncomfortable chair he starts to feel himself relax, perhaps a couple minutes he could just…

A gentle shake of his knee startles him. Tim jumps and immediately regrets the move when his head pulses violently. Moving to sit upright he forces his eyes open and blinks several times to try and

adjust his blurry vision, after a minute or two his vision clears up enough that he can see a stranger crouched down next to his chair.

A very hot stranger at that.

Tim wonders if he’s hallucinating or if he did in fact fall asleep and is now dreaming.

The stranger laughs and his smile is suddenly all Tim could see. Straight white teeth, full lips that complement with his tanned skinned, clean shaven. He forces his eyes to move upwards and he tunnel visions onto the strangers eyes, bright blue eyes that seem to sparkle.

The stranger is talking but Tim is too caught up staring at the guy to take any note in what is being said. The man clearly recognises he's not going to get any coherent response from him and puts a hand on his knee and shakes him again, just lightly not enough to jostle him.

“Hey, you with me?” Somehow the guy looks concerned and amused at the same time.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

Apparently a busted head means he’s got a busted filter too.

Laughing, the guy removes his hand off his knee. “Thank you. I appreciate that despite the obvious delirium you’re experiencing.”

Tim continues to stare at him, once more being memorized by this guy’s hotness. He has short black hair, amazing jaw line, gorgeous blue eyes and perfect mouth.

Gorgeous is talking and yet again Tim’s completely zoned out on him. It takes a moment to register what he’s saying and Tim blinks, trying and failing, to pay attention.

“I’m Conner. I heard your friend tell you not to fall asleep, and it looked like you were just about to do exactly that, so I hope you don’t mind me interrupting you. Concussions are tricky things to deal with.”

If Tim were in his right mind he would question what this gorgeous man means because it sounds like he’s speaking from experience, however he’s not and he continues to stare at him transfixed instead.

“I would ask what happened, but I have a strong feeling I’m not going to get a coherent answer out of you am I?”

Gorgeous sounds amused and looks at him fondly and Tim can’t cope. This guy is not real. He can’t be. Tim’s brain is busted more than expected and now he's hallucinating the most perfect guy on earth in the ER of the local hospital.

“You’re not real.”

“I assure you I very much am.” Gorgeous looks away momentarily before facing him again. “Your friend is coming back, hopefully with the news you can now go see a doctor.”

The guy stands up as Jason comes into the picture. His brother looks between him and Gorgeous, however before he could say anything Gorgeous is speaking up.

“Sorry, I saw him drifting off to sleep and wanted to keep him awake while you were gone.”

Jason blinks for a moment before nodding once in thanks. “Thanks man, I was gone longer than expected.” Jason turns his attention onto Tim who hasn’t moved his attention away from the other man. “C’mon, Timbo, the nurse is waiting for us.”

His brother bends down and carefully grabs Tim and hauls him up this feet. Tim groans and stumbles as his vision blurs and the world tilts but thanks to Jason’s strong hold on him he doesn’t fall down. Together he and Jason work their way across the waiting room in the ER and towards the corridor and as they go Tim couldn’t help but voice his experience while waiting for his brother.

“I just hallucinated the most gorgeous guy on the planet Jay.” Jason hums in acknowledgement but it isn’t enough of a response for Tim’s liking. He sloppily hits Jason’s arm where he’s holding onto him. “No. No! You don’t understand, this guy was ethereal… literal hotness and he was in there, in the ER!”

“Sure Timbo.”

Before Tim could gush anymore about Gorgeous, a nurse dressed in blue is meeting them and guiding them into a room. After that Tim loses track of time and anything that happens. No longer being fixated on Gorgeous, his focus returns back to the throbbing going on inside his skull and the return of the damn nausea. He groans and wishes it would end.

------

Focusing on his phone in his hands Tim wonders through the hallway heading towards his bedroom. Knowing the route he needs to take off by heart means he doesn’t need to look up however when he passes Dick’s room and hears his friends name being called Tim pauses and finally looks up from his device.

He observes as Dick and Wally settle onto the bed surrounded by snacks and drinks, they’re chatting eagerly to one another with the TV blearing in front of them. Stepping into the room, Dick had his door open so it was an open invitation really, he glances between the men and the TV.

“Was you talking about Bart?”

The men startle and turn towards him, they both blink before smiling.

“Timmy I didn’t hear you come in!”

Tim raises an eyebrow and motions towards the TV. “I’m not surprised considering you have that on. Why is it so loud?”

“For atmosphere!” Wally exclaims. “Sports need to be watched on a high volume.”

Pulling a face, Tim shakes his head disbelievingly. “No. It really doesn’t.”

“Yes it does,” the man argues back. Tim is about to retort when Dick speaks up, stopping the inevitable petty argument from happening.

“Wally was saying Bart’s at the game tonight. Apparently he’s skipped training to be at the match.”

Tim turns his attention to the TV to find a hockey match being aired. “Bart’s at this game?” He didn’t realise Bart had been going to the game, he didn’t mention it when they caught up just a couple days ago.

“Yeah, a mate of his is playing so he got tickets and went with Jamie.”

Tim hums. He wonders if this is Bart finally making a move on Jamie or not. Bart insists there’s nothing between them but Tim’s convinced they’ve at least slept together once already and are just too scared about making it official.

As he watches Tim briefly wonders if he’ll get to see his friend on the screen but after seeing how many people are in attendance at the game he knows it’s not likely, there are thousands of people there. Just as he’s about to turn away and wish the men a good night the camera on screen changes and suddenly there’s a hockey player on the ice having an interview during the warm ups. The sight of the player makes Tim freeze. There’s something familiar about him but Tim couldn’t place what it was. He’s not a fan of hockey so there’s no chance of recognition of any of the players.

This player on the ice is well built, he’s without a helmet so it’s easy to see his short black hair, high cheekbones and bright blue eyes (after the camera zooms in).

“Who’s that?” The question slips out before Tim could stop himself.

“Uh, Conner Kent…” Dick pauses and looks at him for a moment before a sly smile appears on his face. “See something you like Timmy?”

Tim scoffs. “No. Just curious.” He knows he answered too quickly and defensively for it to be a justifiable lie but he can’t shake off the feeling about the guy on the screen. The camera soon changes to the other players on the ice and Tim shakes his head clear his thoughts. Waving to Dick and Wally he promptly exits the room before Dick could start an interrogation.

On the way to his room Tim’s thoughts are consumed by the man on the screen. Aren’t hockey players supposed to be somewhat ugly and a little disfigured due to the obnoxious amount of injures they receive? This Conner Kent is gorgeous and Tim is instantly besotted with him.

Gorgeous.

Tim freezes as it clicks into place. The man on the screen is the same man he met when he was in the ER three weeks ago. The gorgeous man is called Conner Kent, who happens to be a hockey player who also happens to be a blurry mirage in Tim’s mind.

He doesn’t remember a lot about his time spent in the ER while he waited with Jason to be seen by a nurse after giving himself a concussion. It’s all a blur and a lot of blank spaces but in the midst of it all he does recall being transfixed by a stranger who he thought was stunning, Jason certainly made a point about telling him once he recovered a little about how obsessed Tim seemed to be with the man. It’s embarrassing but since Tim couldn’t really remember the moment he tried to not think about it too hard.

Now he remembers a lot more thanks to seeing his face on the TV screen. Once in his room and lying on his bed Tim does what any normal person would do and that’s stalk Conner Kent’s social media.

There's plenty of photos of him on his own accounts as well as other people’s. The most surprising however was how Bart is on the guy’s Instagram. Tim didn’t even know they knew each other. It would explain why Bart’s gone to the game tonight if he’s friend’s with him. As Tim thinks about it Bart often talks about a ‘Kon’ so really Tim can only blame himself for the obliviousness there.

As he stalks Kent’s account he’s debates on whether or not to message him. Would it be weird? A guy he met in the ER weeks ago sending him a message? Would Conner even remember him?

In the end Tim chickens out and doesn’t send a message. Even if he did there’s a chance Kent wouldn’t see it because of the sheer volume of messages he probably receives on a daily basis. Tim knows what it’s like to constantly get messages from people all around the world due to his popularity in the skating community, so he could take a guess to what Kon has to deal with on a bigger scale being a hockey player.

Realising he’s been on his phone and on Kent’s profiles for nearly an hour Tim tells himself to get a grip and turns off his phone. He forces himself to get off the bed and decides to be active by getting changed and heads for a late session in the gym. He has some new found energy to burn off.

-----

The thoughts of Conner Kent stays rent free inside his mind for weeks after he finally worked out who Gorgeous from the ER is.

It’s driving Tim insane. What doesn’t help matters is how Jason laughs any time he sees Tim, even if it’s in passing because one evening he and Tim were out for drinks and Tim let it slip he worked out who Gorgeous was and Jason found it hysterical. Jason isn’t letting him live it down. Dick sends him knowing looks anytime they see each other. Thankfully no one else in his family has picked up on his new infatuation because he doesn’t think he could handle anyone else knowing.

A few weeks after that night - and if Tim’s watched several hockey games since then for one particular reason no one needs to know – he gets invited by Bart to go and watch him race in a competition happening at his college.

Bart is a sprinter for his college athletics team and is even on the list of making it onto the national team. He’s got his final year at college to complete then he can go into the sport full time once he graduates if he wishes too.

Tim’s gone to Bart’s college with their mutual friend Cassie to watch him race. There are hundreds of other people around, all watching the different athletic sports going on. It’s a good atmosphere and Tim is looking forward to seeing Bart not only to race but to win. Tim has all the faith he’ll dominate the sprint.

As he and Cassie hover by the stands looking for a space to go and sit, a presence comes up behind Tim and invades his personal space. Preparing to tell this person to fuck off, the words die in his mouth once Tim turns around and sees who’s standing behind him. He stares bewildered and wonders if he’s hallucinating.

“You certainly look much better than the last time I saw you.”

Unable to form an answer Tim gapes as Conner Kent grins at him. The man looks good, he’s wearing a snapback backwards on his head, a flannel shirt on top of a plain black t-shirt and jeans and boots. He’s smiling and showing off his perfect white teeth as his blue eyes sparkle.

And damn, if Tim thought it had been bad before his infatuation increases tenfold with the man standing right in front of him.

“It’s Tim right?”

When Kent holds out his hand the movement finally spurs Tim into action. He smiles tightly, feeling embarrassed, and shakes his hand. “I’m Tim. I – I mean yes, yeah I’m – I’m Drake, Tim Drake.”

Tim wants to go die in a ditch. Cassie snorts loudly, barely covering up the sound with her hand and opposite him Conner looks amused. An awkward silence entails after Tim’s stuttered confirmation, he stands there staring at Conner who simply stares back just as intensely. His mind is blank and he struggles to come up with a conversation topic to break the silence between them.

In the end Cassie saves the day, she nudges Tim with her elbow and points off to somewhere in the crowded stands. “I see a space, I’ll grab us some seats.” She pauses and turns to Conner. “Are you joining us?”

Conners gaze flickers between Tim and Cassie as he answers, like he can’t make himself pull away from looking at Tim. Tim is both flustered and flattered by the idea.

“Sure if you don’t mind me joining you? I know one of the racers but I didn’t bring anyone with me to watch.”

Cassie nods eagerly and nudges Tim again with her elbow this time more pointedly and then leads the way to the free seats she’s seen. The three of them sit down with Cassie deliberately putting Tim in the middle. He shoots her a glare and she smiles back unapologetically.

He turns to Conner and ignores the butterflies going on inside his stomach as he speaks to the gorgeous man. “Who do you know that’s racing?”

Tim figures it would be Bart but as a hot shot hockey player Conner probably knows a lot of people and upcoming athletes.

“Well,” he starts sounding amused, he grins lightly at Tim, “he’s a mutual friend of ours believe it or not. Bart Allen? Short, wild hair, super-fast and never knows when to shut up, sound familiar?”

Tim laughs and nods his head. “Yes. He does sound familiar. That’s why Cassie and I are here too. Bart also invited us.” There’s suddenly a loud cheer from the crowd and as he looks forward Tim realises they’ve started up the competition finally. He looks and finds that Bart isn’t racing yet, he’s in the third or fourth heat.

A tap on his arm gets his attention and he turns back to Conner who is now looking at him almost critically. His eyes drift up to his temple before locking gazes with him again. “Hey so I was serious earlier, you look much better than last time. Has the injury all cleared up? Can I be nosey and ask what happened? Wait – do you even remember what happened, do you even remember me in the ER. Wait! If you don’t remember I haven’t even introduced myself!”

Tim feels his heart swelling up. Not only is the man gorgeous but he’s also adorable! He can’t cope. To stop Conner’s panicked rambling Tim places his hand on his forearm and squeezes lightly. “Hey, it’s fine! I do remember you, believe it or not. And yes, the concussion has long since healed.”

Conner breathes out and his shoulders relax and he chuckles. “Okay, okay. Good. So can I ask what happened? You were pretty out of it.”

Tim huffs and the desire to go die in a ditch returns. It’s embarrassing and he doesn't want to talk about it, however Conner’s curious gaze has him opening his mouth before he could protest.

“I was trying a new trick on my board, I misjudged the height and ended up face planting the floor. Thank god for my helmet, I was lucky to only be dealing with a concussion and a few bruised bones. My brother took me to the ER, I got briefly checked out before being admitted and forced to wait in the waiting room until they could properly see me.”

Tim pauses as the next heat of races start up. They look onwards silently before turning to one another again when they find Bart isn’t racing yet.

After a thought pops into his head Tim frowns and turns to Conner, and that’s when he realises he never let go of Conner’s arm and forces himself to do so. His hand suddenly feels so empty and cold as he no longer holds onto Conner.

“What were you doing in the ER?” He raises an eyebrow in mock accusation. “Also you never said about being a hockey player, you weren’t injured that night right?”

Conner lets out a nervous laugh, he takes his hat off and runs a hand through his hair before putting it back on again. “You didn’t really need to know that I guess? I mean you were really out of it, I’m pretty sure if I tried to give you any information you would have forgotten it.”

Tim huffs and refuses to comment. Yes he had been out of it and Conner is right on that front, but still.

“My brother was actually the one in the ER. My dad was him and I was waiting in the waiting room for them to be done. He fell over and broke his wrist.”

“Aw,” Tim coos, “that sucks for your brother. Is he alright?”

Conner waves it aside, “yeah he’s fine. He’s twelve, he’ll bounce back in no time at all. He’s excited to have a bright yellow cast on his arm.”

Tim snorts. “Kids have it so easy don’t they.”

“They sure do.”

A lull in the conversation soon develops but it was good timing as Bart was finally up to race. The three of them shout encouragements and cheer the loudest as Bart wins his race, beating his competition by storm as they knew he would. Since he won he’ll be through to the semi-finals which is happening after many more track events.

Cassie wonders off after the race, claiming she’s going to find some food and drink and grabs their own orders. After she’s disappeared Tim turns back to Conner to find him already looking at him.

Tim smiles feeling unsure with the attention. “What?”

Not saying anything Conner brings up his phone and brings up Tim’s Instagram profile and shows it to him. “I’m not the only one whose keeping secrets, I didn’t know you were an Olympic Skater.”

Tim rolls his eyes and looks away, feeling his face flush. “Yeah a skater who managed to give himself a concussion. We’ve made it clear I wasn't exactly with it when we were in the ER.”

Conner shrugs and Tim looks back in time to see Kon press follow on the screen, at the same time he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, no doubt being that exact notification. A smile makes its way onto his face and soon enough he finds himself grinning goofily. This man, he has no idea what this guy is doing to him.

“How did you know I was a hockey player?” Kon questions after a few moments of silence. Cassie hasn’t returned yet and Tim’s pretty sure she’s delaying it on purpose. He shrugs in response to Conner’s question, trying to be nonchalant about his answer.

“I honestly don’t remember much from that night, but a few weeks afterwards I saw you on TV playing a game. It clicked in my mind then.”

“Huh. Fair enough.”

“I don’t really follow hockey, I wouldn’t have known if I didn’t see you on the screen.”

“It’s not for everyone admittedly, I love it though.”

“You love getting slammed into boards and getting into fist fights on sharp ass steel blades?” Tim couldn’t help but dig at the sport. Also it’s a call back to Kon’s recent game where he both got slammed and did the slamming into the boards, also where he threw his gloves off and got into a fight.

Conner stares at him, clearly making the connection between his dig and the game in mind. A beaming grin appears on his face. “You say you don’t like hockey and yet you watched my game?” His facial expression then changes as his mind catches up with Tim’s other comments, Conner rolls his eyes. “And there’s more to the sport than that, just fyi.”

“Sure.” Tim retorts.

“There is! I don’t have the time right now to tell you everything about how it’s much more than that, we’ll need an entire evening for me to achieve that. That’s not even getting started about your sport!”

“Oh, don’t you go there!” Tim warns him mockingly. “I could easily beat your arguments on hockey over skateboarding any day.”

“Oh yeah?” Kon says suggestively, he raises an eyebrow and sticks his chin out. “How about we arrange a time to do just that.”

At his words Tim’s heart skips a beat. This seriously couldn’t be happening.

“Argue about who’s sport is better? Sure. As long as there’s food I’m down.”

“Alright, give me your number and we’ll arrange a date.”

A date. A date. They’re going to organise a date to talk about their respective sports. It’s not the sort of date Tim had been imagining with Gorgeous but he’ll take it.

“Fine. Give me your phone.”

They exchange their numbers and save the new contacts. It goes silent between them for a beat before Conner leans in and speaks in a lower tone, gone the competitiveness and confidence, now there’s shyness and apprehension.

“In all seriousness, I genuinely would like to go on a date with you. Not to, y’know, talk about just sport…”

Tim’s lips quirk up, and he couldn’t help but feel relieved and yet excited. He also leans into Conner, letting their shoulders press together and says, “I would like that too. I’m free the weekend if you are?”

“I have a game Saturday but I’m free Sunday,” he pauses, clearly thinking about something before adding on, “I can get you a couple of tickets to the match if you want.”

Tim’s nodding without any hesitation. “I think that would be great, thanks.”

Conner grins at him and bumps their shoulders lightly. Tim returns the gesture and they settle down to watch the rest of the competition in companionable silence. When Cassie returns with their food she gives them knowing looks and nods at Tim approvingly. Tim rolls his eyes but is unable to tamper down the goofy grin on his face.

He may have to thank Bart after this is all over for inadvertently bringing he and Conner together because Tim sure as hell wouldn’t have approached Conner by his own doing.

[k2ntwo]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

A bunch of writers that I follow have already been tagged and responded @helloliriels @khorazir @7-percent @discordantwords @totallysilvergirl to name just a few. Now I have a few new things to read that I somehow missed the first time around as well as a bunch of old favorites to go and re-read. So much good fic is out there by so many talented writers!

In the spirit of adding to folk’s ever growing MFL list I’ll just pile onto the bandwagon with my answers as well.

 1.  How many works to you have on AO3?

56 although there are several collections of snippets that technically could be counted separately. On AO3 I'm KtwoNtwo.

2.  What’s your total AO3 word count?

496,860

3.  What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Sherlock Holmes (most all iterations from ACD to Sherlock) and James Bond.  However, I dabble in a good number of other fandoms upon occasion.

4.  What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Metamorphosis

Conversations from Q-Branch

50 Reasons (The Q-Branch Edition)

A Rare Breed

Brothers Three

5.  Do you respond to comments?

Yes, even if its just a “I’m glad you liked it.”  The only ones I don’t respond to are the generic solicitations to join some random contest or fic publishing website.  Those get blocked and reported.

6.  What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well, I don’t really write major angst but The Four Riders has got a bit as does the poem Gun in the Drawer though they both end on a hopeful note.

7.  What’s the Fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings but probably A Toast to the Science of Deduction resolves the happiest of the lot.

8.  Do you get hate on fics.

Nope.  Only got one anonymous troll alleging trademark infringement due to a title.  I fired back a factual rebuttal: basically "there is no book by that name by that author, there is no lawyer by that name, you didn’t provide contact information and btw trademark doesn’t work the way you allege" then added a set of quotation marks to the title.  Never heard anything more about it.

9.  Do you write smut?

I have but I’m not terribly good at it.  Most of the time the characters look at me then politely, or not so politely, shut the bedroom door in my face.

10.  Do you write crossovers?

Oh God Yes!  Technically I think I write fusions, where both fandoms end up in the same universe, as opposed to crossovers but I’m rather unclear on the difference between same so I tend to just call 'em crossovers and leave it at that. 

11.  Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I could find or prove.  I did have a couple of strange search results pop up with my use name and some fic titles attached but the websites all seem to be defunct now.

12.  Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge.

13.  Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

14.  What’s your favorite ship?

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

15.  What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There’s a fic based on a song by Abney Park that I’ve got an outline for but it never seems to go anywhere.

16.  What are your writing strengths?

I can merge and/or crossover all sorts of different fandoms. 

17.  What are your writing weaknesses?

Typos and punctuation.  Being slightly dyslexic I can’t spot the former and I never know if I’m using commas correctly or not.

18.  Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I actively avoid doing so because I’d butcher it badly.

19.  First fandom you wrote for?

Emperor’s Edge by Lindsay Buroker.  I will admit that I wrote in my head, but never got around to put on paper, a number of Star Trek stories when I was significantly younger.

20.  Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I like all of them for different reasons.  The one I’m most proud of however is The Emerald Falls my Study in Emerald inspired ACD Fic.

I'd love to have some of the artists/podcasters respond to this with whatever modifications are necessary to fit the medium involved. Hours of podcast or number of artworks as opposed to number of words for example. @podfixx @bluebellofbakerstreet if you haven't responded to this thing already and I just missed it.

[xpaintedladyx]

Hot take but my god it’s driving me up a motherf*cking WALL.

Idk why everyone in a specific corner of the Cod fandom says Ghost is autistic. There’s literally nothing to prove this. And FYI I’m autistic! Just because someone isn’t vocal or exactly social doesn’t put you on the spectrum. If anything Ghost is suffering from PTSD.

I can’t stand fandoms when they decide to take something and run with it, to the point they preach it to be canon. Ghost staring doesn’t prove Jack shit.

You know a character that actually demonstrates autism. Laios from Delicious in Dungeon.

Laios doesn’t understand social cues, Ghost does.

Laios has an intense interest in monsters and eating them. Ghost has yet to show any sort of interest in anything.

And Laios doesn’t understand at all why some people don’t like him. Ghost is more than aware of how people perceive him and he doesn’t seem to care. As well as keeping himself walled off from others.

In the anime we’ve even seen Laios stimming. If you’ve watched you know.

In conclusion I don’t see any reasonable or factual evidence to say Ghost is on the spectrum while someone like Laios does. I’m not saying you can’t personally headcanon it but for the love… You can’t just say something that’s clearly untrue or has yet to be proven.