#like I figured it was just an unspoken rule that you dont do this?

[namelessprince]

omg wait i can submit drawings with blood and gore in them???

[labradorite-princess]

My therapist said I need to start thinking about what I want and not what everyone else wants. Why is this so hard? Everything I want is the opposite of what everyone else wants.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

am i the asshole for driving the speed limit in the slow lane?

this seems like it has an obvious answer but i really don't know 😭. i (16F) got my permit recently (!!!) and have been practicing driving with my dad (50M). we recently started practicing freeway driving, and i stay in the slow lane pretty much the entire time because it's really scary to drive super fast. i dont ever drive more than 5 miles above the speed limit (so, 70 mph), but sometimes in certain areas, people will to honk at me and then pass me. im pretty good at staying in my lane and signalling, so im guessing it was because of my speed? i asked my dad if i was doing anything wrong and he said no, but i figured that many people wouldn't honk at me for no reason.

i just wanted to ask more experienced drivers if there was some unspoken rule that you go above the speed limit even in the slow lane? am i the asshole for this?

[awesamdude-w]

Dream's been quiet as of late. His body barely moving after his last visit from Quackity. Hell he hadn't even touched the potatoes from the night before.

He just sat on the bed staring at the wall across from him, knees brought to his chest. He hadn't even notice the warden appear or approach. It was like physically he was there but everything else was distant. He felt numb... it was a lot better in his own opinion than anything else. His prison uniform was torn up this time. His shirt having been ripped off by Quackity, exposing his back.

No one on the server even knew Dream had wings. All that remained of them were stubs obviously. Something he painfully tried to keep hidden but after yesterday's visit and those stubs were revealed... The fact Dream was a hybrid came to light, and hurting another's hybrid traits was frowned upon among the players. It was an unspoken rule.

And yet... Someone did do that to Dream, and no one knew about it. Some would think he did it himself. But they were torn off, someone physically had to tear them off. Despite everything Dream could never tear off someone's wings. Maybe the realization that two people now knew caused Dream to shut down... To Disassociate. Can't get hurt if you're not mentally there right? It wasn't healthy. {{HOPE YOU DON'T MIND THE ASK- I like your sam btws}}

*The Warden walked in the cell and looked at Dream from afar, a quiet sigh leaving his lips. He couldnt hold back from glancing briefly at Dream's back before coming towards the bed he was sitting at and standing infront of him, his figure slightly looming.*

"Dream."

*He spoke in his usual monotone voice, a hint of tiredness in it.*

"You havent been speaking much lately. Would you do me a favor and answer why that is? If you wont answer, ill just figure it out myself."

*His arms were crossed over his chest as he waited for an answer, slightly inpatient.*

//I dont mind at all hihi ty ty pathetic wet cat man//

[baby--b4t]

Could I request a mini fic of Ghost with a toddler regressor who, when in little headspace, has trouble pronouncing certain letters and sounds and has a lisp? And no matter how hard anyone else in 141 tries, they can’t understand the little one. Ghost, however, can.

ghost actually has a superpower and its understanding the most incoherent speech anyone has ever heard B) hes just that cool /j /silly

anyways i hope this is actually coherent enough to read TuT

There were a million more interesting things to do rather than watching the morning news with Price. You wished you could be watching cartoons or a movie, but Price always watched the news at six am sharp. That was like an unspoken rule in the 141.

Gaz walked out from his room and went towards the small kitchen area. Price and Gaz exchanged their “Mornin’”s and went back to what they were focused on. You, however, watched Gaz as he grabbed one of the yogurts from the mini fridge.

“‘Nack?” You mumbled, glancing at Price. Your stomach was starting to feel a bit empty after thinking about the snacks you could have.

“Hm? Nack? I dont know what that is, bud.” The Captain responded, turning back to face the Tv. You huffed and got up, going to the kitchen to ask Gaz instead.

“‘Nack? P’ease?” You asked once more. Gaz stared at you like you had just spoken to him in some foreign language.

“I dont know if its because its early or youre speaking gibberish, but I cant understand you.” He replied, shaking his head slightly before eating a spoonful of his yogurt. The fact that nobody seemed to understand you was starting to get on your nerves.

“‘Nack!” You said again, pointing angrily at the fridge. Youd think pointing at what you wanted would help them understand, but that was the furthest from the truth. Gaz and Price were still confused about what you wanted.

It was around then that an angel came down the hall, his eyes still as sharp and tired as they normally were. Ghost entered the scene, not really acknowledging anyone as he poured himself some coffee. He didnt pay much mind to you talking to Gaz until he heard you getting irritated.

“Whats the matter?” Ghost asked, turning his body to face you. You repeated your question again and he nodded. “Sure, just no sugary things.”

Gaz and Price just stared at him in awe.

“You understand him?” Price asked from the couch, amusement clear in his tone.

“You cant? He was just sayin’ ‘Snack’. Whats hard to understand about that?” Ghost replied with his normal biting attitude. Gaz had just given up at that point, shaking his head and walking off. He felt like he was still half asleep trying to figure out how somehow Ghost understood you.

Ghost went to turn his attention back to his coffee. He let out a sigh, trying to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes. His head quickly turned back around as he heard you getting into the box of cookies.

“Oi.” Ghost glared at you slightly, warning you. “What did I say? Put ‘em back ‘n find something healthier.” You slowly slid the box back into the cabinet and shuffled over to the bananas in the bowl on top of the mini fridge.

“Is ‘nana?” You asked, holding up one of the bananas to Ghost. The Lieutenant nodded, turning back to stir his coffee. His smile was hidden by his mask.

“Cheeky thing…”

[silver-la-pixels]

Hey you adults/kids who grew up too fast, you can still get a pack of crayons and just draw and color low-effort doodles.

You can badly play that instrument in your house

You can sing off key with the wrong lyrics to whatever you're listening to.

You can still unironically play with your dolls and action figures

You can still play dress up with all your prom and special event and cosplay clothes

I am giving you permission!! Anybody who thinks its dumb doesnt have to/if they dont like what you're doing they're close-minded and can suck a moldy gym sock.

I free you from the shackles of irony and unspoken and unenforced rules go have fun

I assure you nothing bad will happen if you enjoy something tacky for a bit

[petrichor-idyllic]

hihi ^^

so i have another request but for spiderman (mcu) where it takes place post no way home, basically fem!reader doesnt end up losing her memory abt peter and she's always been by his side even after everything. But peter thought she would just lose her memory as well so when she finds him one day he gets shocked and emotional and the whole thing's js fluffy, comfort with some hurt/angst

i dont mean to rush or anything cuz u prolly have other reqs😭 but i js came up with this rn and wanted to drop it to u <33

Oh my god, a request not for the Maze Runner??? My time has come. I'm joking, I love writing for TMR, but there is a range of universes I write for on my masterlist and I'm actually thinking of updating it, so keep an eye out :))

LONG TIME COMING

MASTERLIST | PETER PARKER MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Takes place after the events of No Way Home.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, teenage angst and loneliness, sad times.

You'd known Peter Parker your whole life.

You went to the same pre-school, kindergarten, middle school and high school together. You were connected at the hip for life, even when Ned joined in with your little group.

When you and Ned accidentally found out that Peter is Spiderman, neither of you knew how to react or what to do. But, over time, you all got used to it.

Ned used to always tease you because he thought you had a crush on Peter. You always brushed him off and told him he was dumb, until Peter started to crush on MJ. You weren't even bothered when he liked Liz, but that was different.

MJ was like you guys. A loser and a nerd who was smart and sarcastic, and she was gorgeous. Peter loved her, and when they started dating after MJ figured out he was Spiderman, you didn't have a chance.

Then Mysterio leaked Peter's face and he was desperate to change that. Seeking out Doctor Strange and accidentally causing a tear in the Multiverse.

You met his other universe counterparts, and enemies, and everything changed after that.

Peter vanished.

Your best friend for your whole life had disappeared.

But the weird thing was no one seemed to care. No one even remembered him.

MJ, Ned, everyone you went to school with- nothing.

You asked MJ day in, day out, you spoke to Ned about him all the time. But they just thought you were losing your mind or that this boy was someone you'd met and had mistakenly thought you'd introduced.

But you knew Peter. You heard the spell Docter Strange had cast- but you remembered him. Somehow, his spell left you unaffected.

Maybe it was a strange override- you'd known him your whole life, so without Peter, you'd have no memories left. And that would definitely be suspicious. Or maybe it was how close the two of you were, some unspoken rule that you can't forget the one you love most.

Peter was your entire life- he is your entire life.

And now he's gone.

But if Peter taught you anything, it's that you can't give up. He's got to be somewhere in the city, and you're going to keep looking, no matter how big New York may be.

"You're going out again?" You mother stands in the doorway of the living room of your small apartment. You've been fighting with your shoes for the last couple of minutes, accidentally waking her up. "It's very early."

"I have to, Mom, I can't waste any time-"

"I know, I know," she sighs. Your mother is your biggest supporter, but even she is doubtful. "This... boy, your friend that no one remembers- an Avenger, a superhero. You have to find him, but... but, sweetheart, are you sure that-?"

"Yes, I'm sure- no, I'm not losing my mind, even if everyone thinks I am. I'm going to find him, if it's the last thing I do." You put your foot down, standing with your arms crossed.

Your mother sighs. "Okay- but at least wear a coat; it's horrendous out there."

You give her a sheepish smile, then a nod. Grabbing your coat off of the hook in front of your door, you pull it over your shoulders. You open the door, slamming it behind you and taking to the streets, once again.

Darkness still consumes the rougher area you live in, sunlight just starting to peek over the buildings. Your mother was right; the rain beats down on the stone streets, sending a chill through you as it sinks in through your jeans- your coat keeps your upper body dry, though.

You prefer the mornings. It's still quiet, the only people about are coming home from night shifts or having to make early commutes to work. On your days off from work, this is how you spend your time. Walking the streets every chance you can get. Every chance you've had for the last few months.

The only hint you got was when a strange boy came into MJ's work. You just knew it had to be Peter, but you were too busy covering a shift to be there.

As the shops start to open, businesses coming into full swing, the creeping thought that this might be another day wasted starts to take over. You're starting to think you're never going to see him again.

You should've said something. Before him and MJ started dating, you should've realised your feelings sooner and told him how much he meant to you- maybe then he would have come looking for you as well.

You stand outside a corner shop, taking the moment to check your phone. MJ has sent a picture of the view from MIT with Ned in it. You smile. Your friends went to college and whilst you stay in touch, you chose to start working after school to help your mother instead.

And to stay and look for Peter.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Miss," the voice strikes you as you look up. You blink repeatedly like you're imagining it.

Peter stands, having just come out of the shop, a bag of groceries in his hands as he talks to a woman he's just bumped into by mistake. You'd think his Spider Sense would make him less clumsy.

They have a brief interaction, before she slips past him and into the store. And he, of course, holds the door open for her.

"Peter," your voice barely comes out as a croak, watching him adjust his bag to carry it easier. "Peter!" You scream.

He freezes, looking up and meeting your eye as you stand in the pouring rain.

It's him. You can't believe it's him.

"(Y/N)?" He stands in some form of disbelief, completely unable to process that you just said his name.

"Peter!" You move forward, jogging towards him. You throw your arms around him, making him stumble backwards as he stiffens for a second.

In a heartbeat, his shopping scatters to the floor, his strong arms encasing you, pulling you in closer.

"(Y/N), oh my God," he mumbles into your damp hair. He pulls away, his hands on your shoulders as tears threaten to fall from your eyes. "How..? I don't understand- you remember me?"

You nod, frantically. "Of course, I do."

"But... how? How is that possible?"

"I-I don't know," you shake your head, your emotions finally caving as tears roll down your cheeks.

He pulls you back into a hug, clinging onto you like he never has before.

"Why didn't you come and find me?" You sob into his shoulder. "You spoke to MJ and Ned, I know you did." You sniff. "Why didn't you find me?"

"I-I couldn't... it's hard to explain," he sighs, pulling away again. "How about we talk about it somewhere dry, hm? I've got a place not too far away."

You give a stiff nod after a moment's hesitation. "Okay."

Peter's place is somehow worse than yours. It's a shitty one room apartment with a bed, a desk and a kitchen in the same vicinity.

"Nice place," you attempt to joke to break the awkward tension from the mainly silent walk here.

He scoffs in response. "It's not much... but, yanno, it'll do." He takes his jacket it off, hanging it up. "Here, give me your coat." You obey, taking it off and handing it to him for him to do the same.

He sits on the end of his bed. "Guess I better explain why I've not found you, huh?"

"I mean, it'd be appreciated." You rock on your heels, staying where you're stood instead of joining his side.

"I just... I couldn't..." He lets out a deep sigh. "When I saw MJ and Ned in the café, I was almost relieved you weren't there. Standing there and watching them have no idea who I was... hurt. It hurt so much. But it would've been so much worse if you were there. I couldn't bare the thought of looking at you and you not knowing who I was. Looking at me like I'm a complete stranger- I could handle MJ and Ned," he pauses, looking at you as you step closer.

Standing in front of him, he reaches for your hands, taking them in his and playing with the old ring he gave you as a birthday gift. He smiles slightly, the fact you still wear it warming him.

"But, I couldn't handle it with you." He looks up. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't face you as a stranger. My (Y/N) looking at me like I don't know anything -everything- about her?" He shakes his head, pushing his lips into a thin line. "I just... couldn't."

"I remember you. You should've."

He snorts. "Yeah, well, I know that now, don't I? You found me instead. Guess you've learnt something from me."

"Not really," you scoff. "I looked for you. Everyday for months since you vanished. I felt crazy- everyone thinks I'm losing my mind. But I knew I wasn't; I had to find you."

"I can't believe the spell didn't work on you," he chuckles lightly, and you grin, laughing too,in disbelief more than anything.

"Must be special," you joke, giving him a mischievous grin.

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I coulda told ya that."

Your face suddenly becomes serious. All of your feelings for Peter flooding back in the damn breaks. It's rolling over in your mind. You swore you would tell him how you felt when you found him, that you should've done it earlier.

But now, him sitting in front of you, still playing with your fingers like they're a fidget toy, you don't know if you can.

"Hey," his voice is soft, easily able to see the internal anguish you're facing. "I know that face," he nudges you, letting his hands fall to his sides. "What's wrong?"

You shake your head, taking in a deep breath. "You know, when I lost you, I thought over and over what I'd say when I found you again. And..." You trail off.

"And what? You can tell me anything, that hasn't changed."

"I know," you huff, "and I know that you're probably still in love with MJ, and I get that but... screw it, I have to tell you. I like you. More than just a friend, and it shouldn't have taken you getting a girlfriend and vanishing off of the face of the Earth for me to realise."

You look at him, in the eyes, his expression is blank but you keep going.

"I love you, Peter Parker. And I think I always have."

"You... love me?"

"You don't have to love me back. I get it, but I just had to tell you just in case I don't get another chance and lose you again."

He laughs.

Like, he actually laughs at you, making you feel even more insecure.

"What? Why are you..? Okay, it's not that funny, asshole."

"I'm not.." He grins, leaning forward before standing up, making you step back. "I've had a crush on you since we were five. I've wanted you for as long as I can remember, but I figured you didn't feel the same- I mean, you didn't act like you did. So, I tried pushing it down, dating other girls. A-and MJ meant a lot to me, but there's a reason you were the person I couldn't face."

His hand comes to your face, cupping your cheek and lifting your head to look more at him. "It's just funny because I... well, I have always loved you- and I think I probably always will."

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, heat flushing your body as you step closer to him. Your noses brush, glancing at his lips before he fully leans in.

Your lips connect. Your hands pull on his damp shirt, his coming to your waist. You want to kiss him forever, feel him every chance you get. The heat quickly becomes more heated, the loneliness he felt washing away and the anxiety you had vanishing.

He's here.

And he's yours.

You're interrupted when your ringtone goes off.

"Sorry," you mumble as you pull away, pulling your phone out of your pocket and reading the name flashing up on your screen. "Shit, it's my Mom. Do you mind..?"

"No," he clears his throat, stepping back "'course not.

You pick up. "(Y/N)? Where are you? I've been texting you non-stop. You know I get worried when you-"

"Mom," you cut her off and she stops talking as a beat skips.

"...You found him, didn't you?" Her voice is almost happy for you, relief audibly filling her.

"Yeah," you squeak, emotions once again getting the best of you, "I found him."

Yooo, this was actually very fun to write and I very much enjoyed writing for the mcu for a change.

I have a fair few requests in atm so new requests may take a while for me to get to, but I will try to get through them ASAP.

I know most of you follow me for TMR content, but I hope you enjoyed something a bit different :))

[unrealblacklightvirus]

um hi guys i made a sideblog for this whole alex thing.. . Infodump below :0 [and a lil edit, oct 2023]

call me whatever you want, Alex is fine if ur used to calling me that LOL, unAlex (lmao) as long as it's not too weird I'm probably fine. i use he/him pronouns too, aromantic. i dont ship any characters with anyone, sorry if u were looking for that here!

I started realblacklightvirus as a way for me to make a funny blog and joke around with my silly little headcanons... combining lots of little bits of other's ideas too (you may have noticed that some stuff that alex does or is or talks about might be suspiciously on target with your ideas... hehe) but it was mostly for myself and creating a comedic space.

Then I started getting more followers which I was happy to have (still am! I'm glad that you all love my alex and the game so much!!!) and now a lot of the people who've I've seen as long time prototype enjoyers interact with me? I've always seen myself as just an outside viewer, watching all these people talk and create about this game that I truly love so I was inspired to make my own little hole, never expecting it to become anything other than a half-joke blog.

When people started role-playing with me, I'll admit that I was afraid. Not of the people initiating it, but because I genuinely haven't roleplayed since I was like, 11 . Sticking with my character was hard because I built him on mostly lighthearted ideas with the occasional angsty lore dump, but I hope I've done well rping with yall.

I am not super familiar with rping rules especially unspoken ones, probably most obvious with me never using ooc notes (I am really into not breaking immersion for myself, I am completely fine when others do it though, i think it makes everything so much clearer and I love the funny ooc notes when the character does something!)

Unfortunately I am also not good with going beyond the original content, so I deeply apologize if I struggle to interact (or fail to interact at all) with your rp. I really have a hard time getting into character when meeting someone that breaks or bends the original "reality" too far. But I will try picking at bits and pieces that work with me when I can!

[Edit oct 2023: just here to revise the above; i am not a roleplay account! Or at least, not a roleplay account of normal means. I will avoid doing extensive roleplay that makes characters do this, go there, do a certain action move, parenthesis or italics or asterisks or otherwise... i will do character talk, dialogue, implied action (there are some good examples when alex replies to stuff like questions, or when hes "in a situation". This is kind of hard to explain but ill do some light, and i mean REALLY light roleplay with a very select group of people.) I am not really open to rping with new people, especially ocs, unless they are really good/well-made and pretty canon-adherent. Even then, i wont really jump into every roleplay convo because again, i am not a roleplay account. I am here to make funny joke and say in-character crap... With occasional angst and minor rp elements. Also i dont stray from canon too far, although i can make exclusions that are plausible. Check out the #alex notes tag for what i think.]

Please note that I think I am neurodivergent... haven't been diagnosed (I understand both sides of the diagnose or not argument, this is not about that) but I have genuine sensory problems, anxiety, and hyperfixations (which is probably very obvious....ahem Alex ahem...). A lot of Alex's characterization is based off of me! I can understand nondirect ways of speaking and figurative language though, pretty good at telling emotions , love ela and microexpressions, etc. But I struggle with online conversations and sometimes I may type something that may seem a little rude - please tell me, I overthink everything I type!!!

Thanks for reading!

[ribbittrobbit]

Parasocial stuff is still confusing for me, like what counts as parasocial. Is Tumblr a parasocial experience? Or is it just celebrities? We see the public stuff mutuals and fandom members put out and our brains go "hey friend" about it, does that count?

And the really confusing thing is that we have to make up all the rules, like how and when it's ok to communicate or just be there. I spent a looong time once trying to figure out the Tumblr etiquette of mentioning someone in a post and whether it was appropriate at all to do and I still don't know o_o

IRL people are hard enough to get already T_T

the panic over online interactions is so real like its the same for me as real life where in the moment i’m very “fuck it” but i stress about it before and after like DO PEOPLE THINK IM WEIRD AM I VIOLATING THE UNSPOKEN RULES OF ENGAGEMENT?!??

parasocial relationships being defined as one sided is strange in the context of online community? like the mutuals you don’t speak to directly (messages/asks what have you) vs the mutuals you do actually speak to- but in the context of a community that we have all opted into its so blurry?? but also the feeling of “oh a friend” without acting on it isn’t weird it’s just… the human experience of wanting to find people who are like you. The desire to slap ominous labels on different normal aspects of Just Being a Person man, like can i feel things without having to analyse them and categorise them, please? (i say while i aggressively analyse everything i think and feel- i’m a hypocrite as well as a little shit)

but also with mutuals on tumblr a thing im always very fond of is the anonymity of the whole thing. especially considering that lately the internet has been turning towards monetising your existence/ influencer culture - which is a whole other can of worms for the whole parasocial thing but luckily its a genre of content i dont really care about so i’ve not given it much thought. but yeah, love being able to be absolutely feral on here and it being an outlet for a very specific slice of my personality without being too “exposed”.

(even though i link my portfolio, look man being a freelance illustrator makes you open to whatever way you can be found)

[brigatebajor]

so in my university you can do this neat thing that lets you display your chosen name on the uni's internal channels like uni email, website profile, myuni app, anything as long as it isnt an official legal document like your graduation certificate. so. after four years and with merely one year left of uni (<- me when i lie and severely overestimate my ability to take one years worth of exams in three months) i am doing this thing right cause im going to therapy and learning that i do not have to hide and cower in shame and beg for peoples forgiveness just for existing, you know how it is. right.

so my uni's website is a black hole hostile to any kind of intelligent life form which means that the steps needed in order to Activate this thing are a total fucking mystery. so i ask the Uni** Trans Council and they tell me to go ask this one professor whos basically in charge of the whole thing, which is a pretty normal occurrence in my university bc my university is held together by a pack of toothpicks and a bestemmia. so i have no choice but to email the man and ask him to help me navigate the dark seas of bureaucracy.

(picard voice) now gentlefags. idk how many emails yall have sent in your lives but i have sent one too many emails to uni professors alright. i have trained reflexes. i open up a gmail tab and my fingers are already instinctively typing Gentile Professore. i have completely lost the ability to write an email that doesnt end in Ringraziandola Per La Cortese Attenzione Le Porgo Cordiali Saluti. but this is different. this is me, a humble idiot, going to this guys house and kneeling on his doorstep begging for help, so virtually not that different from what im usually emailing professors for, but this time i can actually CHOOSE. how i sign the email.

i have two options: i either have to sign my email with my deadname, or with my chosen name. not as easy as it sounds.

my deadname is the obvious professional option, bc it's the name thats displayed in my email, the name youll find on the university records, the name youll find on my id. im obviously sick to all hell and back of having to actually SPELL my birth name like write it down myself as opposed to having to hear it passively from all over, which is not as bad as youd think if you dissociate enough, but writing it? thats the ultimate humiliation isnt it? so obviously id want to avoid doing that, but theres also the added factor of sounding kinda stupid - hi, i want a different name displayed on my stuff, but im not gonna tell you that name! hehe :3

on the other hand, though, theres that part of me with the autocompleted signature in the back of my brain that stops me short of just fucking writing "sam" on the email like a normal person. perhaps it's the part of me that says "like the dog in i am legend" when the barista asks me to repeat my name for the third time at pedros (we dont have starbucks here so we had to make our own brand). in any case, i just cant help but perceiving my own chosen name, the one that i am LITERALLY formally asking to have displayed on my account, as something thats a tad too silly to reveal to Any Public Figure. which is ironic bc bestie clearly that therapy is Not working

and btw, no, there is no third option. bc its a formal email and my uni survival instincts would rather stop the nerves in my hands from working before they let me send an unsigned email (unprofessional! youre gonna fail every exam if you do <- REAL innegociable truth of the universe), so my only choice is to die as a hero and never graduate again (because this is OBVIOUSLY what would happen if i broke the unspoken rules of a professional email to a professor whos not even part of my course), or live as a clown and deadname myself (which im used to, cause i Am a clown).

anyway so this is the story of how ive been staring at the unsigned email on my puter for the past five hours. how have yall been doing

[greenbirdtrash]

Vent(?)

Still stressed and exhausted but the rent debts are fully paid and my other financial affairs aka meds, prescriptions, therapy session and annual health checkups are all scheduled and in order now, i fought my anxiety and executive dysfunction a lot today for it to happen because it just has to be done while i still have some money and spoons left.

I tend to be very elusive when it comes to interactions like that, and it's not always good for me. I honestly try to work on that aspect because if i dont, it could very much prevent me from getting any professional help whatsoever, i do not have a phobia as it is, but i do tend to avoid health checkups and majority of "official" interactions mostly because of the sheer amount of stress and sensory overload pressure it delivers, not all spaces and people are friendly to neurodivergent folk, some will get mad or raise voice at you, you will miss social cues there and there or just wouldn't know certain things and how they work until you try or someone explains them to you, but unfortunately it's a part of being a mock-up functional adult with certain conditions and limitations living in a country where overall views on disability and how it affects various people are still stigmatized for the most part, mostly due to the remnants of how it was back in USSR... It is getting better for the last few years as Ukraine is slowly getting rid of those and also there are programs to make people more educated and accepting, but it's a slow process obviously, and yet there are so many others like me who are still feeling like they're just not fit for the current system and/or cannot fully integrate themselves into it for various reasons. For me it's probably due to a very late diagnosis (that i only got officially when i was already a yound adult despite the recommendations from a school psychologist to seek professional advice that my mom got when i was 11 or so, but guess what. She tried to pretend it never happened, and what if i could've got a better chance at proper social integration if things went differently back then...), and the total lack of proper social training and supportive resources, i was simply left with it since i was a kid and during my whole life i had to figure out the unspoken rules of navigating a neurotypical society on my own, and i'm still learning with varying success. I often get burned out and overwhelmed a lot even from the "simple" tasks, my condition affects my productivity a lot, it sure doesn't make me an efficient employee in the current system, so far there was only one job where i stayed for more than a year, the only one that somehow didn't made it worse and was very flexible in terms of responsibilities. Capitalism is honestly a bitch, but unfortunately i cannot disappear into forests like a cryptid of some sorts, i have to somehow earn money to live

Sometimes you just need to force yourself to do the things you do not like or understand for your own good. It's stressful, but has to be done.

I wish it wasn't like that

[lilyharvord]

You should see this

Alright, I need everyone to see this and understand what happened here. 

First of all, thank you to the dozens of people who sent me messages and asks to alert me to what was happening. Can’t tell you all how confused I was to walk out of my lab for a five minute break and see 40 messages and 10 asks notifications, but it was... so nice to see how many people were trying to help me out. 🥲 A lot of times, I feel very alone when I post, which is to say that I sort of feels like throwing a story out into the void and hope someone catches it, reads it, and loves it as much as I do. So to see so many people, even people I’ve never heard from before messaging me and trying to help told me that I am not throwing to the void, but I am throwing to a very large net that will always catch my stories. You guys really are awesome and I appreciate all of you so, so much .(((: 

Second of all, to address the elephant in the room, I have seen the apology. I have replied to it and I do accept this person apology for what they did. It, in no way shape or form, excuses what they did though. 

In essence, or what I get from the apology, they dont have a tumblr account and could not read the fic? I’m still a little confused on this, but they pretty much copied and pasted the story to Ao3 so they could read it. Now normally, I would say that I understand that they just wanted to read the story, what's the harm in that? Well, the harm is that it is not their story to post somewhere, and doing this was still stealing. Ao3 is a PUBLIC platform with lots and lots of failsafes to PROTECT writers (please see the whole Anne Rice debacle from like 20 years ago) and many of those failsafes are present while posting the story. You dont just have to post it to a series tag like with Fanfiction.net, you have to tag it in numerous ways, and do a number of other things to post a story. There is a lot that goes into it before you hit “post”. And there is an unspoken understanding on Ao3 that the story is YOURS once it goes up there because you have to do all of the work to make sure it was YOURS when you posted it. So, while this apology is nice, this person still had to copy and paste MULTIPLE chapters to a separate document, paste that document into the formatting box on Ao3, and then tag it and post it to Ao3. That is a lot of steps to go through before saying okay this is an okay thing to do without the writer being aware that I am doing it. And besides, two days on Ao3 is a LONG TIME for a story to be up. In an hour when I very first post a chapter can I get over 200 hits on that. My story was only up on this person account for maybe two hours? And it already had 24 hits and 2 kudos, which goes to show how Ao3 works. 

Now, I have no control over whether you all copy and paste my shit to separate word or notes app documents and read from there. I completely understand doing it too because Tumblr can be a piece of shit platform sometimes that does not work. I only ask that you come back at some point and leave a little love on the story. Im sure you’ve all read this next phrase so many times you’re sick of seeing it, but we are not paid to write these stories. I do not get anything out of this other than sharing my interpretation of the characters with the world and you guys who love them as much as me. But once it’s out there I rely on readers to protect the integrity of my work, which means not posting it to other sites under your name and not tagging me etc. I’m not on all platforms because that can be exhausting to manage, but I’m getting better at it.

I suppose the sad thing about this whole situation is that I am in the process of posting The Chain to Ao3 because I’ve gotten a few requests to do so, and I see that it’s decently popular on here and there are far more people that follow RQ on Ao3. So this person really only had to wait a few more days and the story would have been up there for them to read. Now, I’m not sure if I will post it there at all, since it seems awkward to do so if someone else posted it there and this got removed and there is all this drama surrounding it? It’s complicated now, so they have jeopardized this story’s chance on Ao3 for other people too. 

And while I am not furious with this person anymore about this, I am a little peeved that they still went ahead in a public forum and posted the story as their own. So in summary, do not, under any circumstance, post someone’s work somewhere. This goes for stories, art, edits, gifs, ETC. Just dont do it. 

[echotzzz]

Elriel Mate Behaviour

1. So after reread some of acotar past book and some of others post lately about elriel mate behaviour and parallel, i am really convince that elriel are mates and the second mate thing is real. Sjm said that if there are two mate bonds only one will be activate and in elriel situation this explain why Azriel couldn’t be in the same room with Elain and Lucien because of the mating bond scent. Elriel bond are not activate but the uncontrollable instinct as a mate eg.to eliminate any threats and protective towards their mates are there.

“ Lucien as Beron’s son, has the right to demand it (blood duel) of you.”. “ I’ll defeat him with little effort.” Pure arrogance laced with every words, But it was true.

Azriel only said coldly, “If Lucien kills Graysen, then good riddance.”

2. Next are the parallel of elriel between Feysand and Nessian regarding mate behaviour are also undeniable

Elain just linked her arm through Nesta’s and led her toward the family room, where Azriel stood in the doorway, monitoring them. As if he’d heard Elain’s sharp laugh and wondered what had caused it.

Just staring—and listening to that beautiful laugh. My mate’s laugh. I rubbed a hand over my chest at that sound—the joy in it.[...] I smiled. Smiled wider as Feyre’s laugh sounded again—as I felt it down the bond, sparkling brighter than the entirety of Starfall.

So Azriel search for the cause of Elain laugh because maybe he felt it same as Rhys when he heard Feyre laugh. And the laugh that they made are not like any laugh but the genuine laugh that comes with joy that even the bond could capture.

They were speaking, Azriel with some urgency, but Cassian didn’t hear him, heard nothing but the roaring in his head before he said to no one in particular, “I’m going after them.”[...] “Winnow me to her. Az, you find Emerie and Gwyn.”

From the shadows near the entrance to the tent, Azriel said, as if in answer to some unspoken debate, “I’m getting her back.” Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azriel’s hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows. Nesta said, “Then you will die.” Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, “I’m getting her back.”

The similarities of this two situation is that both male are ready to sacrifies their lives and they aware of the repurcussions. Cassian knew the rule of the blood rite that he would be hunt down and executed if he retrieved Nesta while Az would die (nearly die) if enter the Hybern camp that even his shadow recoil. Eventhough Cassian decided not to rescue Nesta he still feels worried and restless for four days and just hope that she survives.

“You’d know if she’d died,” Azriel said, pausing his work and looking up at Cassian. He tapped his brother’s chest with a scarred hand. “Right here—you’d know, Cass.”

I don’t know but this feels like that Azriel has the same understanding and have been through it to said it to cassian like that🤷🏼‍♀️

“How can I possibly be his mate?” Mates were equals—matched, at least in some ways. “He is the most powerful High Lord to ever walk this earth. You are … new. You are made of all seven High Lords. Unlike anything. Are you two not similar in that? Are you not matched?”

3. So to be mates you must somehow match, equal and complement each other. We know that Azriel are one of the most deadliest Illyrian ever lived and his siphon contains only the killing power of an Illyrian and his shadowsinging ability was developed and feared by enemies. As for Elain we know that she is a seer can see vision and future and a lot many more that would be discover in her book but same as Nesta and Feyre she was made by the Cauldron and it turns out Cauldron likes her to purr at her presence and found her so lovely. At this point Elain could regard as powerful for the Cauldon itself blessed her with a seer gifts. And to add to the mix, Elain also practise stealth and maybe some spy stuff.

She scanned Elain from head to toe, wondering if she’d been taking lessons in stealth either from Azriel or the two half-wraiths she called friends.

Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.”

I am not saying that Lucien is weak but in terms of powermatch and similarities between elriel it seems to make them as equal and best partner especially doing mission that giving good cause to save Prythian and Cauldron seems to play match maker in this👀

From Amren: an illuminated manuscript, ancient and beautiful. From Azriel: rare, vibrant paint from the continent. From Cassian: a proper leather sheath for a blade, to be set down the groove of my spine like a true Illyrian warrior. From Elain: fine brushes monogrammed with my initials and the Night Court insignia on the handles. And from Mor: a pair of fleece-lined slippers. Bright pink, fleece-lined slippers.

Okay this may be nothing but i can’t help myself to point out that even in present buying Elriel are buying the best gift and complementing each other ( what are the odds that Az bought paint and Elain gave brushes).

4. The last one i want to point out is Mor. So Mor have the power of truth right and she always there in mate situation. What if she could know a mating bond because of her power truth and reveal secrets ( A thing of secret, lovely, beauty)👀

Mor stayed overnight, even going so far as to paint some rudimentary stick figures on the wall beside the storeroom door. Three females with absurdly long, flowing hair that all resembled hers; and three winged males, who she somehow managed to make look puffed up on their own sense of importance. I laughed every time I saw it.

This scene was Mor painting in the wall during Feyre retreat after her mate revelation and before the sisters were made. At first i thought that the three female were mor, feyre and amren but amren has short hair👀. Maybe this is a forshadowing of the three brothers and three sisters🤷🏼‍♀️

Mor leaned back against the steps, utterly unrepentant. “Let him live with his Band of Exiles. Let him deal with Tamlin in his own way. Let him figure out where he wants to be. Who he wants to be. The same goes with her.” She was right. [...] Mor continued, “Just be patient. It’ll sort itself out. It always does.” Another kernel of truth.[...] “I want them to be happy. All of them.” “They will be.”

At this point Elucian will not be endgame okay i truly believe so and sjm said it is OBVIOUS (elriel👀) and it seems like Mor also thinks the same. She knew something we dont.

He was still happy to be Mor’s buffer with Azriel, but there’d been a change lately. In both of them. Mor no longer sat beside Cassian, draped herself over him, and Azriel..

So Cassian said that not only Azriel somehow gave up on Mor but Mor also stop to make Azriel jelly maybe because she sees there is no need to do it any longer. Maybe she knew abt Az feelings towards Elain.

But I strode to my seat—nestled between Amren and Mor—in time to see Elain say to Azriel, “Hello.” Az said nothing. No, he just moved toward her. Mor tensed beside me.

I think this when Mor started to see the truth between elriel feelings?? mating bond?? i just found it weird why she have a certain reaction towards them and maybe it has something to do with her truth power.

I just want to say that if elriel are not mates than it is fine too but the parallel and the crumbs really make me thinks the second mate are real. Lucien action towards Elain also show mate behaviour but much weaker?? compare to Azriel reaction. i dont know will find out in the next book to confirm. just sharing my two cents😘

[cyborg-franky]

hello I wanted to know if I could request a scenario or something else (you have the choice 😊) with Marco and gn/reader. The reader has suffered a lot of betrayal (like family, love, old crew or whatever) and the reader is on the Moby Dick and meets Marco and Marco helps to trust others (with some romance please 🥺)

Feel free to ignore if you dont want to do this ❤️

Tank you ❤️

Marco x GN Reader SFW Word Count: 727

Marco stepped out his office, stretching his cramped limbs and letting out a yawn as he did so. He’d been stuck in his paperwork longer than he cared to dwell on, when he’d first looked out the window it had been light outside, now the sky was black, covered in stars, the deck bathed in bright moon light, he loved nights like these.

He smiled, lazy half lidded eyes watching the waves in the distance, he stepped towards the railings, catching sight of you from the the corner of his eyes, head tilted, he’d not expected to see another soul this late in the evening down this side of the ship.

You perched on the rails, holding the strong ropes with a leg dangled over the side, kicking the air, lost in thought, you seemed so peaceful at first glance, but he noticed your furrowed brows, lips set in a firm line as you glared at the stars in the distance.

“Something on your mind yoi?” He asked leaning on the rails next to you, focusing on the same point in the distance.

“No” you lied.

The doctor chuckled and rubbed his neck thoughtfully. “I know it’s not any of my business, but that’s a lie if ever I’ve heard one yoi” You turned your attention to him, the same sad expression you’d been showing the night sky.

You stared at the blond, he’d taken you under his wing since day one, keeping you out of trouble, introducing you to the others, showing you how things worked on the ship, the rules, unspoken and written. You liked him, more then you should, you knew he just liked to help wayward souls, Ace had told you stories of when he’d first joined, how it was the phoenix that helped him.

So, you told yourself that’s all this was, a kind soul.

It was hard to not be attracted to him for that reason. He hummed at your side, you spared him a glance, how he smiled his lopsided grin back at you. You schooled the blush rising to your cheeks, grumbling, and looking back at the sea.

“Your scared” You gripped the rope tighter, he’d figured you out, he was too good at reading people, nothing ever missed the commander’s attention, no matter how subtle you thought you had been around everyone.

“You’ve been hurt, we all have in some way, we’ve all been used, abused and tossed to the side, it’s one of the reasons why we all gravitated towards Pops” Marco started. You nodded, you wanted to at least show him you were listening.

“Even I was a difficult person when I first arrived here” That surprised you, you blinked at the thought. “I doubt that very much” You laughed, watching him shrug his shoulders.

“It’s true, most of us came to Pop’s in such a state of disrepair” Marco watched you give him all your attention now, he leaned on the railings, back to the stars. “We’ve all had those moments where this life seems too good to be true yoi”

“Isn’t it?” You asked, not liking the cynicism that dripped from your own words.

“We are a family, nothing is stronger than connections of a found family, the problem with ties by blood is you have to accept them no matter how hollow they are. A found family, well, we choose to be here, we choose the connections” That made sense, the weight in your heart lifted with each passing moment the doctor spoke, his calm tone, his pleasant voice, that helped.

“We’d sooner die then betray one another yoi”

You turned around, hopping off the railings to lean next to Marco, you folded your arms over your chest and sighed, it was deep, exhaling your stress from your shoulders. “I want to believe that” “Good, I’ll help you” You saw the smile, how he regarded you with such fondness.

He slung his arm around your shoulders bringing you against his side, you flustered and swotted at him as he playfully bundled you against him, you wriggled and huffed at Marco who was chuckling. You’d managed to be wrapped in his arms, staring up at the taller man.

“I’ll help you trust again; I promise” He kissed your forehead before ruffling your hair “Now get to bed, that’s an order from your commander yoi”

[dancing-cockroaches]

During my free time, I play World of Warcraft for battling pets and pet collecting. I would say I'm a casual player, and only serious about pet collecting. It sucked me in hard because I love that part of Pokemon games, but prefer the mechanics in WoW. I havent been playing that long, but I am well aware of the notoriously annoying player base so I mainly keep to myself.

Even though that's usually the case, there's some pets that are achieved through being in a guild. One of those is the armadillo pup. Which includes having to kill 50,000 critters to unlock the pet in the guild store, and being exalted with the guild to be able to buy it. I figured I would just make my own guild and do all that myself but havent gotten around to it yet. So one thing about WoW, is there will be those people who message random guildless players attempting to recruit them. I have gotten them countless times since I started playing 2 months ago. Of course, got another one today. I decided to ask them "do you have armadillo pup unlocked?". because if they do, all I would have to do is wear a guild tabard and run dungeons so I can buy one. This got a response of "uhh not really something to ask when joining a guild"

I was taken a bit aback in confusion, and turned to my husband who has been an on/off player for atleast a decade to ask if theres some sort of unspoken rule that what I said is inappropriate to ask. He told me that there wasn't, so I proceeded with my intention of being a petty bitch and talking back to this person. Maybe not the most polite thing, but I responded "oh but it's ok to go person to person like some sort of mormon missionary" which apparently offended them because they went on a whole angry tangent that pretty much boiled down to "yes to get nice people to join our guild, but sometimes we get bad apples like you".

Not too long later, my husband gets a message from someone else in the same guild (he hasn't been in one since classic). We decided to continue messing with them because apparently they messaged him several times today, so that fueled the desire to be rude. He typed, "I dont want to join your shitty ass guild especially after you verbally abused MY WIFE", recruiter just replied suuurreee and claimed he was the only one that does recruiting despite being a different person that messaged me. So my husband then added on "so anyway, yall got the armadillo pup?". No response. Until an hour later when the same guy messages again asking if he wants to join, which the same back and forth occurs.

I'm just gonna make my own damn guild.

[mbti-enemies]

entp×intj (male and female), how would they lool like?

In short: a solid power couple who love nothing more than to aggravate the other and argue about anything and everything while still managing to be sentimental w each other

- entp getting all passionate and fiery and intj just watching them with slight awe and fervour cause the enthusiasm is contagious and its just a lil enthralling- intj feels like they could be sucked in and never come out but they aren't complaining cause its like they've f i n a l l y found their perfect partner in crime, someone who shows them life isnt just worth surviving its worth living, and rules can go die if they've got each other by their side. They give each other a challenge.. and its the feeling of risk and thrill that comes with it that they both crave

- the type to be sitting at the table each in their own world but hands under the desk interlinked with each other cause they still have a RePuTaTiOn to maintain but still j really wanna hold hands (neither of them will say this out loud tho)

- they could legit be dating and 100% in love and still be like "ew no why would i like them *and proceed to just roast each other*" so everyone around them is kinda confused but j go with it

- tHe DeniaL of Feelings here would be so much - entp just refusing to admit their serious about their feelings and intj refusing to admit...that they're even capable of having feelings

- intj sometimes getting stuck in the trap about thinking about things rather than acc doing them and entp just pulling them up and out into the world ..into the stars ...to a place where the 'maybe some days' become the todays

- the unspoken promise to never let the other be alone, to always be there in times of need , you know you can trust them with a n y t h i n g no matter how great a crime or sin ..they'll stand by you - "i dont care if the whole world is against me , as long as ive got you - it doesn't matter"

- when it comes to entps... its so easy to hate them but also so easy to fall in love with them and intj finds it hard to know what she hates the most , maybe its the way his eyes glimmer with mischief every time he has some crazy idea (she wondered how long it would take to count all of the hues of colors in his eyes - hours perhaps even days), maybe its the way he smiles ever so softly when no ones looking , or perhaps its the way he whisper his goodbyes just for her but yells out the hellos , or maybe j maybe.... its the way that he's the one person who intj (against all better judgement) trusts...the one person who she knows will stand strong even if she falters a little bit - the one who gives her strength ...but can still make her feel as light as a feather floating across a river

- tHe tEnsiOn being right up there cause lets be real , intjs dont back down and entps dont back off which makes for some very uh intense moments and the whole "shut up" "make me" tension

- entp enjoying seeing intj get all flustered and lacking in comeback (a very rare thing i assure you) , and intjs feeling torn between wanting to commit murder and wanting to self combust every time entp gets all bold and flirty (which is like once every minute)

- indulging each other in those moments of chaos and rebelliousness where intj thinks up a crazy idea to do at 3am and entps just like YESSS LETS DOO IT *and thats the story of how entp and intj find themselves having to figure out how to climb over a gate with a box of doughnuts after getting locked out of the house at 4am on a tuesday*

- both of them tend to be rather protective over the other and while they may not always show the love they're always ready to fight for it. Hence why everyone knows not to mess with either of them -- cause even if the one you were messing with doesn't have a reaction ..the other def will

-conversations of silence as words aren't needed ... its the simple looks and slight changes in body language, the little quirks of the mouth or sparks in eyes that carries the conversation to places beyond the universe (which is where convos go when an Ne dom and Ni dom communicate)

-ngl i can see how the first kiss between these two happens during an argument where one kisses the other to get them to shut up (cause said other was winning the argument) , and then realising what they've done and being like oh before the other responds with equal intensity and it becomes a hard core make out session in less that ten seconds ..."half of me wants to kill you rn but the other half just really wants to kiss you" vibes

- entp causally throwing an arm around intj or pulling them closer when sitting and intjs being a bit more subtle as they run their fingers thro entp's hair or casually leaning into them while reading a book

- entp resting their hand on intjs leg while witting together and intj starts playing with entp's hand cause they kindasortamaybe want to hold it but wont say so cause thats illegal for them *cue entp suddenly grabbing intjs hand , smirking slightly and trying to make eye contact with intj whose just looking ANYWHERE ELSE and being like shutupshutupshutup*

-intjs being entps debating match made in heaven. ENTPs argue for the fun and challenge of it , and for intj (w the Te) and entp (Ti), the world isn't sea of subjectivity in right or wrong dichotomy, but rather a sea of objectivity w the true or false dichotomy, so they can talk on the more controversial topics w/o being afriad of any judgement on values. they dont have to watch themsleves around each other- its being free.

- the sarcasm between these two is A+++, its basically the love language. No one will get the INTJ’s humour quite like the ENTP and vice versa-its about the quick wit in a perfectly wicked way (altho self deprecating humour is also v much appreciated )

- both admiring each other for being dreamers and explorers always ready to test the boundaries... but being smart enough not to get into trouble (cause its not a crime unless you get caught)

- everything being so r e a l w these two - there aren't any false pretences or any hidden motives , intjs dont feel the need to pretend while entps are proud to be who they appear to be - they both look at each other and know what they see is the truth ..which is something rather wonderful

- these guys may not fall in love easily , but when they do they fall h a r d - their ready to risk it all , "i'll set fire to the entire world if it meant i could spend another moment with you"