#like yeah im sure several of these people have posted questionable things or things i find disgusting. i do NOT believe that that is or has

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look we can take screenshots of people saying weird shit all day long but what is more likely. that tumblr staff has for the first time ever decide to take massive action against a vague group of "paraphiles" with no warning. or that this is a continuiation of a pattern of years worth of targeting transfem users who post anything even remotely sexual and/or critical of staff.

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puppy love !!

1:16pm

kats 💕: come to supply closet

yn: ugh i want to so bad but kami pissed off aizawa and he’s put us on lockdown ☹️

kats 💕: are u fr

yn: im sorry can u wait like ten minutes for him to calm down pls

kats 💕: fine.

you tap your foot impatiently for the next five minutes while watching aizawas anger slightly fade away, slowly but surely.

taking a deep breath and standing from your seat, you begin to walk towards your irritable teacher. you can feel your friends eyes wide and gaping at you in shock.

“mr aizawa, could i use the restroom?” you ask, faking confidence.

he takes a deep inhale before looking at you like you are the most infuriating thing on his mind right now.

“must you?” he asks annoyed and you shuffle on your feet before nodding.

he sighs again, taking his eyes off you and resuming his attention on his computer screen.

you stand there confused for a full two minutes before he sighs and stares at you once more.

“…go??” he mutters, as if you should’ve already anticipated his answer and gotten out of his hair.

you thank him and rush down the hall, passing the girls washroom, and the class katsuki’s supposed to be in, before finally reaching the supply closet.

you check your surroundings before grinning at the absence of people in the barren hallway before entering the supply closet.

“hi.” you say, backing up against the door to shut it and holding your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress your smile.

your boyfriend looks up from his phone, frown turning into a smile of his own that’s reserved only for your eyes.

“took you long enough.” he says, feigning annoyance.

you giggle and play with your fingers while continuing to lean against the door.

“you know aizawa.” you defend.

he hums, taking slow steps towards you.

“yeah.” he says, looking at your lips.

“i do.” he mumbles, mostly to himself as he grabs you from your spot against the door and presses you against one of the many shelves holding various cleaning products.

you squeal as he does so before you feel his lips press to yours, filled with love and the excitement of a fresh relationship.

you continue giggling as he presses several kisses upon your waiting lips.

getting slightly fed up he moves to your cheek, giving you sloppy kisses on purpose to make you squirm.

“k-kats.” you heave between fits of giggles.

“you deserve it.” he says, licking his lips to make them almost disgustingly wet as he continues to kiss along your face.

“stop it tickles!” you gasp, attempting to push your boyfriend away.

“uh uh.” he mumbles and bites your nose.

“oh!” you squeal.

“you’re so- ugh! gross!!” you whine.

he finally ends his attack and you struggle to stand as you gasp from laughing too hard.

“oh my god, kats.” you pant.

he smiles at you, reaching down and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before questioning you.

“what?” he asks gently. too gently for that post attack mode you’re in.

“you’re so annoying.” you frown, wiping his spit off your cheek.

he laughs softly, caging you in the shelves once more.

he lowers his head to your chest, resting there while you clean yourself off and smooth out your hair.

when you finish you sigh, dragging your fingers through his locks of hair.

he smiles softly.

“i missed you, you know.” he mumbles, not looking you in the eyes.

“yeah?” you ask, grinning.

he huffs, shoving your face away with his hand.

before you can retaliate you feel him place warm kisses up your neck, free of spit. while he makes his way up your face his hands make their way around your waist.

you hum, satisfied with this treatment and wait patiently until he makes it to your lips.

when he does, you smile as he pulls away to look into your eyes. then presses his lips to yours sweetly.

the two of you share soft kisses for another 15 minutes until you have to part ways.

9:37pm

yn: can i sleep over tonight?? 🫶🏻

kats 💕: fuck yes get over here

yn: SPRINTING!!

katsuki heard a soft knock on his door before you come barrelling in, jumping on him while he lays in his bed and he catches you, scooping you up and plopping you on his lap.

“what was the point of even knocking if you didn’t let me get the door?” he asks.

“well i wanted to give you a warning, what if you were watching porn or something?” you smile, shoving your face in his neck and nuzzling.

“i knew you were coming over!” he groans.

“well what if you wanted to schedule in a quick wank before i got here?” you ask, giggling to yourself and pulling back to look at him.

he drags a hand over his face in annoyance.

“you’re so…” he trails off, huffing and removing his hand from his face.

“so…. kissable?” you ask before pecking his lips.

“hmm.” he faux ponders for a moment before grabbing your hips with strong hands and squeezing tightly.

“….yeah.” he decides, kissing you and letting your arms wrap around his neck in agreement.

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oh yeah another question abt intellectual disability: what do people with moderate id speak like? i assume they wouldnt be perfectly articulate but i know making them talk like cavemen would be bad too. i do want it to be clear that they have language difficulties, but im not sure how to do that realistically. so what kinds of grammar errors are actually common? would it make sense to have them mix up words with similar pronunciation, or have difficulty discerning the differences in implications between words with similar meanings (like "pretty" vs "attractive")? do people with id ever 'imagine context' the way people(well, me) do when half-asleep where the brain mishears a statement as something completely unrelated? would spatial and situational awareness be impaired? also this is kind of a different question but if you can give advice on what to do with game mechanics for an id character in an rpg, that would be nice! i already have the stats figured out for every character and theres no stat that i think would be strongly affected by id but in terms of depicted fighting style and other mechanics maybe thered be some stuff informed by it (i cant do anything too complex though, im using rpg maker vx ace). idk! im spitballing here. main thing i need to know is how to write dialogue for a character with id ^_^

Hi! We have a post somewhat about this that you might find useful, I'll try to go over the other questions below!

Keep in mind my ID is mild (and on the milder side of that) so my answer will be all second-hand knowledge from talking to people with moderate ID in my SPED years.

A lot of it will depend on what condition causes they have. People with Williams syndrome have very “normal” verbal skills majority of the time and you can't really tell in my experience. On the other hand if they're autistic you can potentially guess from the tone of the voice e.g. they speak in a very loud and monotone way. People with Down syndrome are very likely to have a speech disorder, someone with cerebral palsy might slur their words, etc.

A lot of people with ID might be less talkative than your average person (there's definitely exceptions). So your character could use shorter sentences, simple sentences (in the grammar sense), prefer to use other forms of communication for things that don't require speech (e.g., nodding instead of saying “Yes, I agree”, or doing a thumbs up, etc.), or have to be prompted to actually answer/take part in the conversation.

I personally don't recall ever hearing the “mixing words with similar pronunciation” in someone's actual speech, maybe unless they learned the language from reading rather than hearing it? If that's the case, then ID could affect their speech more than if they didn't have it, otherwise I'd assume that the character might have brain damage or is maybe hard of hearing and simply mixes them up because they can't recognize/hear the difference between them.

Mixing words based on specific meaning makes much more sense in my opinion (probably because I do that myself lol). Synonyms or words that might make sense in one context but not the other are the worst. Your example here is great! When someone has ID they might take away the wrong meaning out of a word and use it incorrectly because of that. E.g., their parents used to take them camping to a forest with lots of bugs, they don't like bugs, they can later call something “foresty” to mean “with lots of bugs” even if it doesn't have much to do with an actual forest. This might make more sense for a character with more severe ID (or if they're just young) but using “attractive” when you'd normally say “pretty” makes sense for someone with moderate ID in my opinion.

Something that can also affect speech of someone with ID is word repetition. Not really in the echolalia sense (though it can be that too) but just using stock phrases that get repetitive over time. I try to edit it out from my posts but you can still kinda see it. For some people it will be ending most sentences with the same word, for someone else it will be starting two paragraphs with the same three words without realizing even though they're right next to each other or overusing “maybe” and “if” to start sentences.

As for the “imagining context” while mishearing something, I'm not sure if I know what you mean by it so I'm going to go out on a limb and say that I don't do it lol

Situational awareness is definitely impacted for all people with ID but to different degrees. I don't know if it's part of the diagnostic criteria but it might as well be. When the person's ID is mild it might look like someone who's just kinda unaware of what goes around them, maybe don't recognize that they're doing something that could end up badly. The more severe the intellectual disability the more obvious it is, the person might elope (wander off) and not be able to find their way back, not be able to use cooking utensils safely because they don't recognize the risks in real time (not really in the “not realizing that the knife is sharp” way if they have moderate ID, more like “not realizing that you need to be careful when putting things on hot oil or you can get burned”), assuming that people are automatically safe to be around, things like that.

Spatial awareness doesn't affect everyone, but one of the biggest comorbidities of ID is dyspraxia, which does affect it a lot. There are people with mild ID with severe dyspraxia, and severely ID people with no dyspraxia. It varies.

Unfortunately I have never played any RPGS and I'm not really familiar with the mechanics. Here's an old ask about intellectually disabled characters engaged in combat, hopefully it's useful?

If you want some real-life resources for hearing how intellectually disabled people talk, I really recommend this playlist. It's a bunch of interviews with people with Down syndrome and you can see that they're all very different from each other despite having the same disability.

I hope this helps! mod Sasza

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Can have new theories about sel

[spoilers for legendborn and bloodmarked, read at your own caution ;)]

*clears throat* *sips coffee and daintily puts the cup down* let's get down to business

im already doing a bit of research on other asks that I've gotten, but here are some theories i already have

this one is broadly a merlin theory but i am pretty sure the tattoos are connected to merlin's descent into demonia where the tattoos monitor how powerful the merlins are becoming and then slowly but gradually imbalance their control over their demonia making them "succumb to their blood". my theory is that as rootcraft is majorly used in healing and protection, and we already saw the effects of removing alice's mesmer gave her immunity from any future mesmers, so it is possible that this is how merlin's oaths will be cut off too, safely. faye probably used her powers to vanish natasia's oaths, which could explain why she was able to stop her descent and maybe after faye's death she is on the run and is not in contact with any rootcrafters so which is why she wasn't sure that she could help sel?? either way, rootcrafting is a major part for merlin's "succumbing to the blood" thingy

the "as a string of mysterious kidnappings escalates and Merlins are found dead" thing. it is never specified that merlins are kidnapped and killed. what's to say who's kidnapped, merlin's might be just killed and the one's they are guarding are kidnapped. so here i present to you my theory, natasia and sel, the mother son duo is on a rampage, a rather non-silent one, to find out where the fuck is bree and ofc selwyn knows that erebus is behind this. what better way to find out where is erebus than to just get the details from the other seneschals or regents or whatever tf they are called I'm not gonna bother to search up the names these don't deserve that much time and effort from me. and merlins are protecting them, so kidnap the peoples and kill off merlins. who knows the kidnappings could also be of legendborn because they are "hostages trapped with the mother-son duo" but we all know they're allies after all. this will be an excuse to get out of radar from the order because by the looks of it this whole thing is gonna end one way or the other. this will be the final camlann anyways.

and also while we're on the topic, selwyn and bree would be revealed to have met as children which will take us back in a flashback to that scene at davis's house where sel "several questions ash across his face before he decides on one" asks bree to explain why did she yell out when he touched her and do you feel something when i look at you?? and he remembers fleeting a forgotten memory of a girl with the same pretty hair and bold eyes that told him your eyes feel prickly, like sparks, but like good sparks and i just know this will happen in canon whether we get it in the books or not. i might write a fanfic about this lmaoo.

this went longer than expected but yeah there you go!! I'm yet to post a few more specific theories i just need to read the arthuriana

[fghniki]

chayanneLIVE

After a certain German streamer goes viral, several bloggers speculate about his identity and origins. (Also available on Ao3. Based on these two posts: one, two.) 1,086 words. Teen And Up, Gen.

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My latest obsession has been this german teenage streamer who stole chayanne’s stagename for his username and somehow hasn’t lost his valorant rank even once in the past four months of streaming

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carpenterbee replied to your post “my latest obsession has been…”

amazing. please tell me more

He has gay dads. One of them is an avian and the other one is chronically absent. He also has a younger sister whom he also sometimes refers to as “twin”. Apart from valorant he does cooking streams with ingredients some of which i have never seen. He hides his face behind a skull mask and always wears a duck floatie. his twitch icon is a blurry photo of a duck and he has like over a thousand followers already

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I SWEAR I didn’t make this guy up

#sure thing op

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🎩 thehatter 

WAHT WAS WHTA

🎩 🔁 thehatter 

AM I CRAZY

🎩 🔁 thehatter 

i am watching chay stream rn and i just saw some THING pass by his window???????? what the fuck was that

🎩 🔁 thehatter 

janettree replied to your post “WAHT WAS WHTA…”

some animal or something ?

ON TOP FLOOR OF A SKYSCRAPER???

🎩 🔁 thehatter 

I MEAN IM ASSUMING THAT WHERE HE LIVES. FROM THE VGIEW AND WHATNOT

#also that thing was like black and green wtf #is that a fucked up creeper variant

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THEY LIVE ON TOP OF A GIANT WALL???

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the architecture of that place is impressive considering the height

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carpenterbee replied to your post “the architecture of that place seems…”

are we having a house tour

yeah !! chay is showing around the house. apparently they live in a basement and their dads live on the ground floor ? they have a photo wall, it's very cute

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 Image

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 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 BRAZIL MENTIONED 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷

#the photo wall in question #also lmao the brazilian flag one

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Who is helping Chayanne today?

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lamadrigal replied to your post “who is helping chayanne…”

His cousin? I think his name was Richarlyson

Aww, that’s cute

Didn’t realize he had any

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IS THAT CELLBIT

#what's up with this family and stealing famous people’s nicknames

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Important context for that post is that Cellbit is a Brazilian serial killer who escaped from prison back in 2015 and then vanished off the face of the earth. Now, everyone kinda assumed that he just drowned, but unless whoever Richarlyson’s dad is has his exact face, he seems to actually be… wherever Chayanne lives?

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so, Germany?

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DOES he live in Germany???

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i swear i heard someone speak french during the stream the other week

#thought i was tripping or something

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a plane at some point crashed into the wall they live on???

#maybe i should have gotten into jerma instead

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omg i love pomme’s outfit so much

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we’re making WINE??? HELL YEAH!!!

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lamadrigal 🔁 janettree

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Image

Pomme’s dad looks. uhhhhhh

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Chat asked what this guy was and Chay said “he’s French”

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as a French person i can confirm that this is an average french male

#i hate it here

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janettree 🔁 lamadrigal 

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is there a single mom in the picture

#pomme has a mom!

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does chayanneLIVE pass the bechdel test

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new sibling ! Leo, about Chay’s age, girl

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does this make, like. ten siblings

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Tbh i thought most of those were his cousins? also yay, a new girl!

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soy de género fluido

#?

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hell yeah, black forest cake today!!! love those

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Sunny and Empanada are the cutest ever omg

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chayanne will get banned for breaking dmca one day mark my words

#whoever this tubbo guy is #probably shouldn't be encouraging him tbh

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carpenterbee 🔁 lamadrigal 

🎩 thehatter 

WHAT WE KNOW ABOUT CHAYANNE

Parents: two gay dads. First one: blonde, short, avian with black crow wings. Second one: “Missa”, absent but apparently coming back? Couldn’t decipher what his job was

Siblings:

Lullah (younger sister, looks pretty much exactly like him tbh. speaks fluent spanish)

Sunny (even younger sister, she’s like five??? Black, wears sunglasses non stop. Has a different dad. maybe their parents are in a polycule?)

Empanada (younger sister, speaks German. bio sister? looks pretty different from him tho. same mom maybe? she has at least two)

Ramón (brother about his age, sticks to Sunny like glue from what it looks like. has at least two dads of his own?)

Richarlyson (younger brother; speaks Portuguese. has a prosthetic leg)

Pomme (younger sister. speaks French. has a mom)

Dapper (same age sibling? idk its hard to tell, they only come if pomme’s around)

Leo (same age sibling, speaks spanish)

Pepito (younger sibling, speaks spanish)

Mentioned but never appeared on camera: bobby, juanaflippa, tilín, trump (?). seems like they’re either away or deceased? so probably older siblings our cousins

So wherever he is it’s a place where they speak:

German

English

Spanish

Portuguese

French

and also which would harbor Brazilian Criminal Cellbit.

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>she has at least two

bravo les lesbiennes

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So… Luxembourg?

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lets not turn this community into discount kiwifarms maybe

#there are probably reasons why he doesn’t want anyone to know his location #for example the fact that he's a minor

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thehatter asked:

Yeah, you’re right. i deleted the post. its just hard not to speculate, with how crazy his life seems to be

nah i feel ya

#replied to u in dms btw #don’t reblog

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chayanne ended stream early because of an emergency and i swear i could hear bombs??? does htis kid live in a warzone???

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like genuinely should we be concerned? what happened?

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apparentaly he just retweeted some cat video. wat

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*apparently

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this time i will really do it

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🌲  janettree

tubbo just yelled “I'M SO SAD AND LONELY, I'M SO SAD AND LONELY, SOMEONE MAKE ME A GRINDR ACCOUNT—”

#i maintain that he would make an excellent streamer #give that engineer a twitch channel

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Oh, Chayanne is making pozole today!

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??? The singer????????

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I can understand ppl not liking stains character (not me tho, love that guy 😌 i too, love and wax poetic about toshi), but im actually surprised that so many people are mad about not only the impact but also the importance of stain in toshinori's arc.. like, idk im sure i fail to pick up on some things as i read the manga, but it makes perfect sense why stain would take on such an important role in saving and helping toshi (in more ways than one). But maybe im just biased ?? Anyway, something something they hate him for being a slut and all the killings something something 

Yeah, what gets me is that post was clearly talking about the people who were directly involved in Toshi's arc about choosing to live and the OP included Bakugo bc he's clearly being set up as the coup de grâce/grand finale to that arc about living. Stain's inclusion as a direct participant in that arc was also obvious-- like, "why is a self-righteous killer being included in Toshi's arc but not my favorite student character?? this is proof that the writing is bad!" is such a wild argument imho, bc it's so obvious to me that Toshi needed to develop a relationship with a villain chara entirely because of this:

"If you think of him as anything more than a villain--" the entirety of Act 2 exists to challenge this mindset, and Act 3 exists to defeat it. Stain plays a crucial role beyond just helping convince Toshi to live and fight for his own (and everyone else's) right to keep living--Toshi's heart is able to heal specifically because he doesn't dismiss Stain or think of him as "nothing more than a villain." His meeting with Stain triggers a subtle but needed change in how Toshi views villains:

Calling Stain's contribution to the final act "pointless" ignores the heart of this story and why Toshinori SPECIFICALLY needed Stain SPECIFICALLY as a catalyst for a certain SPECIFIC change, and it ignores what that change actually means for the greater narrative-- again, people tend to severely underestimate how important Tomura and Toshinori actually are to each other's respective arcs, and those arcs are now converging. Like, I don't want to see ppl feigning surprise when their arcs finally overlap with each other, lmao.

Side note, but Stain being a central catalyst character for both Toshi and Tomura + also being the trigger for Tomura doubling down on his villainy + ALSO being one of the many key triggers that will likely lead to Tomura's salvation feels.... bizarrely fitting?? Without Stain, Tomura never seeks out Izuku at the mall, never meets Toga + Touya + Spinner (ESPECIALLY SPINNER), and remains forever at odds with Toshi due to both men remaining stuck in their respective hero/villain roles and being utterly unable to truly *SEE* each other outside those roles. Stain is literally a load bearing wall lmao ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Bkgo going from "stock bully" to someone who practically has to beg Toshinori and Izuku to take their fucking Lexapro while tears stream down his face is the funniest direction his character arc could have taken, but it’s also the best direction it could've taken.

↑ In Bakugo's case, it's obvious why he has a role in Toshinori's arc about living and it's completely fair to include him in a list of people who are most important and influential to that particular arc. There's no need for explanation and no question about what his role in the upcoming chapters will be.

Also I keep seeing people say that the suicide move was meant to be Toshi's homage to Bakugo when, like... it very clearly wasn't. 💀💀💀 Like, Bakugo does have a right to be upset that Toshi was planning to kill himself just to buy them all a few extra seconds of time against AFO-- but I feel like people kind of....?? Don't understand Bakugo's character development if they seriously think he would yell at or guilt-trip Toshi about it. He didn't yell at Izuku when Izuku hit rock bottom, and he knows that Izuku and Toshi suffer from the same feelings of worthlessness and lack of regard for themselves better than anyone. - - - - - - - - - -

Anyway, I think the real root of the issue is actually less about Stain and more so that people are just mad about All Might lmao. One quarter of the fandom thinks he should've died in Kamino, another quarter thinks he should just die now, another quarter thinks that Iron Might is character assassination, a chunk of folks just don't care, and whatever's left over is the handful of old man enthusiasts who think that it's truly lovely (myself included)-- Iron Might is fully intended to be a love letter to everything Toshinori loves and wants to protect, himself included. Criticize it if you like, but if you can't at least acknowledge that much, then something in your heart is dead.

I also feel like also there's something to be said here abt how fandom approaches older adult characters w mental health problems & who struggle with suicidal ideation vs. how they approach the younger characters-- Like, I've seen a shocking lack of sympathy for Toshi from the same people who are very considerate to characters like Touya and Tomura, and I've seen otherwise kind people calling Toshi a "whiner" for what are obvious symptoms of SEVERE depression. These characters all have wildly different circumstances, yes-- but they all struggle with suicidality that manifests in different ways, and I feel they all deserve a more compassionate, delicate reading into their specific arcs and their respective actions as a result. 

Toshi's arc and his struggles with mental health in particular is something I feel is handled in such a deeply kind way. The story never once disparages Toshi for backsliding, or treats him as selfish or a lost cause for continuing to struggle even though there are so many people supporting him and encouraging him to live. The story is kind, but the fandom isn't, and that's a bit of a tragedy. (and like, this is probably tmi, but I've struggled with my own mental health since middle school and the suicidal ideation really never goes away no matter how well I'm doing in life-- so.... I'm so happy to see a character with similar issues being depicted so kindly in a story, lol.) 

Anyway!

"something something they hate him for being a slut and all the killings something something"

Yeah, they hated him b/c his ass was fat, or whatever those crazy kids are saying these days. <- fully aware that Stain is flat as a board.

[leynaeithnea]

Alrighty Circe saga let's gooo

14.I'm super convinced Ody was in denial. He knew but in that moment , aftert losing it all right when he was so close to home , he doesn't have it in him to process this , what eury did, I think he's so defeated he's drained and does not want to talk about it.

"A woman ... What?" Is so unserious honestly

Ody here vs in Scylla really really hurts don't make me even think about it ajjsjsjsn

15.I might be physically incapable of disagreeing with you actually. It's a good song but not the best, the good thing about it it's 100% Hermes, my man comes in , all charming and silly, grants ody a crazy power , tells him he'll probably die either way and then goes his merry way. Iconic , 10/10

16.furiosly blushing at the mere thought of acting this out with someone DAMN ( good for you kakdkskksns)

LYING CHARACTERS SUPREMACY!!!! *stars shaking * *explodes *

In Ody's defence when Circe immediately proposed lust I was also like ???? Girl what??? There must be another ten thousand better ways to go about this?? BUT I realize now that Circe is probably used to dealing with scums and filthy man that at the mere mention of sex become cocky and stupid becase they want her and because they believe they are so irresistible obviously she can't resist them. Meanwhile she is getting ready to stab them several times ( queen behavior honestly)

17.I can't express into words how happy I was he refused!! The circumstances were all perfectly placed so that he couldn't say no BUT HE STILL DID!!! RISKED IT ALL BECAUSE HE MIGHT BECOME A MONSTER BUT NEVER A CHEATING HUSBAND!!!! JAKSKSKSKJS

also when circe talks about the Underworld chills kaksksmsnsn her voice is so gooood

All in all a good saga obviously, but I just might like Hermes and Circe more than I like their songs

next up Underworld Saga!!! ( I'm also really scared and I'm pretty sure I can't form coherent thoughts about the songs , only tears and anguised cries )

Edit: i messed up the post and dont remember the first things i wrote but anyway, i might send you a bunch morw things including a reprise one reactor wrote for Full speed ahead....yeah..anyway

18. The Underworld

"All i hear are screams, everytime i dare to close my eyes [etc]" man hes so traumatized, he needs a hug, i love him

Just a man reprise PLS

"Captain" "Captain, why would you let the cyclopse live when ruthlessness is mercy-" ALL I HEAR IS SCREAMS......

question: why do the men join in when he sings "every time i dare to close my eyes" and the rest...mh......

I keep thinking of the infant from that night.... HES SO HAUNTED BY hIS ACTIONS SO SO HAUNTED

"This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms" POLITES MY BOY STILL THINKING THESE THOGUHTS AS HE WAS DYING WHYYYYYYY YYYYYY ...ouchy douchy

ALSO THE way Steven sings the last "greet the world with open Aaaaarmms" its a different pace/note (?) than the other times hes sung it and its so goood

the voiceacting with Odys "Polites- " "Polites...." ....

.....

and theN

AND THEN

"waiting...."

VOICED BY JAYS MOm; PLS??? SERIOUSLY? I still sob to that song occationally, in fact im listening to the song as im typing this and my eyes are teary rn

"i took to long"....hits some fears, esp bc I'm living a few hours away from home rn bc of college and additionally Im constantly stuck between having to leave one home behind for another (college, where my friends are, my moms where my gardens, cats and little sister are and my dads where my baby brother and they are) so im constantly stuck on like.....being missed and missing people and i know that it comes down to trying to make the best of the time we do have and enjoying each moment we get but man IT HITS OUCH

"bye mom.." ouch

AND THEN THE SCREAMS AGAIN ....so good......so ouchy......most painful day

BUT I FORGOT, ELPENOR I love this funfact so much "558 men" but only 557 before poseidon, siejseigje "i drank wine from a palace ontop of circes palace and fell and broke my neck in shame" i love this so much

19. No Longer You

...ngl, i love how most animators depicted Tiresias lowkey hot af with white hair and all, ....HIS VOICE IS SO GOOD

I want to dance to this song siejgsegi (im not good but i had some lessons for my prom and i can at least do the basics in walz x))

the "there is a world where i help you get home" is soooooo well sung

also "thats not a world i know" "what???"(what saga) but also OUCH rip ody

AND THEN THE PROPHECY

"i see a song of past romance" SUFFERING

"i see the sacrifice of men" SYCLLA

"i see portrayals of betrayal and a brothers finial stand" MUTINIY

"I see you on the brink of death" END OF THUNDER BRINGER??? OR LATER SONGS????

"i see a man who gets to make it home alive but its no longer you".....ody being like "bUT WHY?" yeah his anger is justified

"i see your palace covered in red, faces of men who had long believed you dead" IM SOOO EXCITED for that song

"i see your wife with a man who is hunting, a man with a trail of bodies..." "WHO" (owl) (istg i love how many memes this fandom has)

i also love how the choir techincally spoilers the whole act 2 but we simply dont know BECAUSE JORGE WONT TELL US THE REST THAT HAPpenS AFTER THUNDER SAGA grr

20. Monster

Ody having an existential crisis fr fr

"im the only one whos line i havent crosses" aaaaahhhh

"is the cyclops struck with guilt when he kills?, is he up in the middle of the night" THIS IS WHAT ODY IS eXPIRIENCING THATS WHAT HES TELLING US HOW BADLY HES COPING WITH ALL THAT HAPpeneD THERE

"or does he end my men do avenge his friend and hten sleep knowing he has done him right" THIS IS WHAT HE KNOWS ACUTALLY hAPPENS HE COMPAReS HIMSELF TO THESE PEOPLE AND OUCHY

"when the witch turns mens to pigs to protect her nymphs is she going insane?" HE FEELS LIKE HES GOING INSANE SOMEONE GIVE hIM A HUG

"or did she learn to be colder when she got older and now she saves them the pain" THATS WHAT HE KNOWS HE HAS TO BECOME

"when a god comes down and makes a fleet drown is he scared that hes doing something wrong" ODY BABY

"or does he keep us in check so we must repsect him and now noone dares to piss him off" ODY IS SCARED OF POSEIDON NOW HES TERRIFIED

"does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill sleeping trojas cause he is vile" THATS WHAT HE THINKS OF HIMSELF

"or does he throw away his remorse to save more lives with guile" HE HAS been STRUgGLING SO HARD WITH THE GUILD AND REGRET OF WHAT HE DID IN TROY BUT HE KNOWS, when he killed the infant, he already made the choice of his family over one live BUT it haunted him the whole time, it dictated his actions with Polyphemus and all of that which eventually led to 558 men lost

"if i became the monster and threw that guilt away, would that make us stronger would it keep our foes at bay? (oh baby, its going to work for all of one song im afraid)

"if i became the monster to everyone but us" ("us" his family or his crew I WONDER???) "and made sure we got home again, who would care if we're unjust" Villian arc right here and iM allll here for it

AND THEN THE CHOIR JOining in in "if i became the monster" AND THEN ODY SHIFTING TO "Oh ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves" EMBRACING IT

"and deep down i know this well, i lost my best friend, i lost my mentor my mom 500 men gone this cant go ooon" the way this ascents and gets more powerful is sooo good

"I MUST GET TO SEE PENELOPE AND TELEMACHUS" his motivation and reason for everything, im so excited for telemachus voice

"AND IF I GOTTA DROP ANOTHER INFANT FROM A WALL IN AN ISNTANT SO WE ALL DONT DIE" WHEN HE KILLS ANOTHER INNOceNT SO HE CAN get homE OMG PLSSS

and then the whole last part is suchhh good music with choir and and everything aaaaah

"ill become the monster (BAM)" so good.

im scared of the thunder saga one though BECAUSE i have SOOO MUCH to say about this one

[sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare]

A Poet Could Not But Be Gay — part 2

Part 1

Pairing: college!au Ellie Williams x f!reader

summary: You and Ellie text after you like her post and see each other in class again. You talk to each other, slowly growing closer.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mutual pining, reader has no rizz, anxiety, English class

a/n: M (minors and men) DNI, please! Y'all I can't believe you guys gave me 34 notes on my first-ever fic!!! I'm literally on top of the world and it really motivated me to write another chapter so here it is!! 😁

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Ellie Williams: Hey stalker (;

You were frozen. Your breath had caught in your throat and you felt your entire body burning up as though you'd throw up at any second. Your phone screen had gone black by then and you only had time to blink before another notification came in.

Ellie Williams added you as a friend.

Finally, you were able to breathe. What the fuck is happening!? you thought. She has to be playing some kind of prank on me 'cause no one should be this cool about a random girl like a — how old was it? 5-week-old picture!

You decided that the best thing to do was to respond. She already knew you were online and you would only look more guilty if you ignored her. Ellie had caught you red-handed, sure, but she didn't need to know why you were looking her up. You started typing, probably taking way longer than you should to write a simple text.

you: hey! sorry i was just struggling with the homework and youre the only person i knew from that class so i looked you up

you: how are you handling the last minute assignment she sent us?

Really? A double text seconds after I was caught stalking her? I'm fucking dead. Every second that passed by felt like an hour. You were biting your nails, staring at the screen impatiently. She hadn't even seen it yet and you felt like she was judging you through the phone. After one minute, she opened the chat and started typing. Looking at those three taunting dots, you couldn't help but imagine all the texts she could be writing. Nightmarish thoughts were flying through your brain when her text finally appeared.

Ellie Williams: Oh fuck I hadn't even seen that email! What kind of psychopath of a teacher sends an assignment at 6pm?

You let out a relieved sigh, thankful she hadn't asked any questions regarding your lie. Your shaking thumbs started typing but you received another text.

Ellie Williams: And who even has a favourite poem to write 500 words about

Ellie Williams: Well you definitely do

You had to read that twice. She remembers about my poem. Your small smile grew into a grin, and the little exhale from your nose grew into a fit of giggles. You rolled onto your back before remembering you had to answer her.

you: im glad i was able to tell you about the assignment! and yeah i have a favourite poem and i absolutely LOVE telling people about it but i know how scatterbrained i can be so idk if ill be able to make sense

The two of you texted back and forth for a few minutes but your shyness held you back and your conversation eventually dwindled. After several minutes of radio silence on both ends, your phone vibrated again.

Ellie Williams: Well I'm gonna start writing that paper but I'll see you on Wednesday!

you: good luck with that!

you: cant wait to see you again :)

You held your breath, frightened by your boldness.

Ellie Williams: Don't miss me too much (;

You honestly thought you could have died at that moment. And there was that winking face again. You couldn't believe your clumsy mistake had led you to have an actual conversation! Outside of school! Sure it was mainly about your shared class but now it felt more personal. She wasn't just "Ellie, the hot girl from my poetry class" anymore. She was Ellie Williams, the charming girl you'd met in class and befriended and fell in love with and moved in with and married and — ok now. I shouldn't get ahead of myself. I don't even know her favourite colour yet. I don't even know if she likes girls, let alone me!

You decided that the best thing for you to do now was to focus on your assignment. It wouldn't take very long but at least it would keep your mind occupied for a little while.

Though the poem was about the beauty of nature and all it has to offer, you couldn't help but relate every verse to Ellie.

"they / Out-did the sparkling waves in glee" Ellie outdoes everyone and everything. There was not a single thing you could think of that you would rather look at than Ellie. There was no sound you'd rather hear than her laugh and no word you'd rather read than hers. I'm so fucking gay, it's ridiculous, you thought.

Some verses you felt rather poetic about, while others felt like they were describing the slight gay panic you'd had upon first seeing her, "I gazed — and gazed — but little thought". That's exactly how you'd felt. You'd stared at her sheer beauty and focused on nothing but her. The only thing you could remember from your time staring at her was the warmth that had formed in your belly and the tingling in your face.

You had known this girl for barely 8 hours and you could already see her in everything. Fuck, this is gonna hurt.

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Tuesday was somewhat uneventful. You'd been awoken by your alarm once again and had rolled over to check your phone. You were barely awake when you saw that Ellie had changed your name on messenger to "y/n🌸". Has she been thinking about me? you thought with a grin plastered to your face. Before you had time to overthink, you quickly changed her name to "Ellie 😉".

Neither of you texted the other again until Wednesday. It was a cool and cloudy day meaning everything had grey undertones and you refused to let yourself darken because of some stupid clouds. That's why you chose to wear your long sleeve, bright yellow shirt underneath short, green overalls.

The sky might be grey and sad but I'm looking like a ray of fucking sunshine! you told yourself in the mirror. The colour you wore made you feel invincible, as though you could conquer the world and make it bright again.

Eventually, after an interminable lecture, you were sat at your seat in your and Ellie's shared class, awaiting the girl herself. To busy yourself, you started taking out your books and laptop, putting your pens neatly out onto your side of the desk. While you were distracted, Ellie walked into the class.

Ellie's thoughts

Ellie's mind was racing, trying to figure out what to say to you when she saw you. She knew she would say hi; that was a given. But what then? She didn't want to just be an acquaintance to you. She wanted to be on your mind as much as you were on hers, which was constantly. Dreams of you consumed her nights which she loved until she woke up and realized you had barely talked to each other.

When she walked into the classroom, she nearly froze in the doorframe. Of course, she thought, on a gross day like this, she has to look like a ray of fucking sunshine. It was as though you were trying to make her fall head over heels for you.

When she started walking normally again, your head popped up and a genuine smile graced your lips. Ellie felt like the Earth had stopped spinning and smiled back with false confidence. She sat down next to you and told you her scripted, "Hi," in her usual, honeyed voice, adding an improvised, "how you doing?", proud she hadn't stumbled over her words.

"Hi," you answered, voice quieter than hers, "I'm doing pretty good. I actually finished the assignment on time, so the semester's off to a good start!" you said with a laugh.

Ellie laughed back, happy you had initiated a topic so she would get to keep talking with you. "Wow! Three whole days in and no late assignments yet! I'm extremely impressed." she replied, the glee evident in her tone.

You giggled and said, "You should be!"

There was a beat of silence and she was scared you had run your conversation to its course before it had even started. Then you surprised her by asking, "How have you been?"

She looked up at you, taking a few seconds to admire every line and curve in your face. "Oh, you know," she said, "I've been busier now that school started up again but I've been good." She paused for a second and continued, "I haven't been too busy to figure it out though."

A smile crept onto your face and she thanked her lucky stars that she'd kept talking. "Figure what out?" you asked.

With slightly shaking hands she hoped you wouldn't notice, she reached out to your arm and pushed up the sleeve of your shirt to reveal the tattoo you'd shown her. "This," she said looking back up, her eyes boring into yours, "It's Wordsworth right?" You nod and she goes on, "That's a sick name for a poet. I read the poem and I have to say, you've got some good taste, pretty girl." The name just slipped out of her mouth. Her eyes widened and she noticed your smile falter. She pulled away from your arm.

She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure but you spoke before she could, "I feel like with a name like that, he couldn't really go into any other profession, you know." you laughed dryly, clearly trying to ease the tension.

She laughed the same dry laugh and let out a quiet, "Yeah, he had to go into writing."

Luckily, your awkward moment only lasted a short time and Ellie was saved from any further embarrassment as your professor began her lecture.

About 30 minutes into the lecture, Ellie was flipping the pages of her textbook like crazy, trying to find the poem the class was discussing. She figured you had noticed her struggling because you tapped her on the arm and whispered the page number. She thanked you and started flipping to that page. In doing so, however, a page managed to slice through her skin, causing her to flinch and immediately suck on her cut.

She was cursing the paper when you tapped her arm again. She turned to you, finger still between her lips. You gave her a small smile and lifted something in your hand, "Do you need a bandaid?" you whispered. How could she say no when you were looking at her like that, big doe eyes full of concern.

She took her finger out of her mouth and agreed with a low, "Sure". Before she could do anything else, you grabbed her hand and wrapped the bandaid around her injured finger. Ellie could only stare at you, marveling at the care you gave to such a minor cut. "Thanks, y/n" she whispered. She thought she may have caught a glimpse of a blush on your cheeks but you had turned your head too quickly for her to tell for sure.

When she picked up her pen, she got her first good look at what you'd wrapped around her finger and laughed to herself. Of fucking course this personified beam of sunlight would carry around flower bandaids. I'm never taking this off. she thought as she admired her finger.

Back to your thoughts

You were looking up front but your mind was nowhere near whatever subject the professor was talking about. I touched Ellie! you though. Not the other way around! I touched her arm and then her hand! I'm gonna pass out. You were ecstatic, to say the least. You couldn't wait to call Taylor and tell her everything that happened during this second class with Ellie.

Soon enough, the class ended and you started packing your books. You got up, still giddy from excitement, and got ready to say goodbye to Ellie. She stood up after a few moments and spoke first, "So I was thinking," she said, her usual confidence seemingly vanished, "if you wanted to study or do assignments for this class, I'm free in the afternoon on Thursdays. We could meet in the library if you want. Or not even necessarily for this class, like, we could study for any class together if that was something you were interested in."

You gave her a quick open-mouthed smile. "Yeah!" you beamed, "Yeah that definitely sounds good. I know a secret spot in the library nobody ever goes to so we won't even need to worry about other people."

"Sounds great. I'll see you tomorrow then."

You both hesitated a little before moving to leave the classroom, and then again in the hallway, not sure of where the other was going. Seemingly amused by this, judging by the smirk on her face, Ellie put her hand on the small of your back, guided you in the direction you'd been headed in, and walked backward in the opposite direction.

"Bye, pretty girl!"

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Part 3

a/n: I got a little carried away in this one... Did you see how much touching there was! Whoo, that was borderline smut! But I told you there would be more talking! Also, I am obsessed with Romantic poetry, specifically William Wordsworth so sorry if there was too much of him in this chapter but I really love his work! You guys should all read "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud". It's a really short poem that may or may not have made me shed a tear. Anyway, leave any ideas you have for this story in the comments! I can't wait to see what you think!!

ps: lemme know if you wanna get tagged in the next one!

tags: @lonelyfooryouonly

[limerental]

I recently got back into witcher brain rot but all the tags are filled with people saying how shit the show is and how Cavil leaving is the end times cause he was apprantly the only thing keeping together the entire story where he is present for like 30% of the time, And its legitimately making me question my sanity. Like im fine with being obsessed with media thats objectively shit, hell most of my favs are absolute trash, but like TWN isnt perfect by any means but its not that bad right? Has all my media literacy gone out the window? Am i wrong for thinking this show is objectively good to peak mid? I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Yeah, it's a little goofy silly that it seems like so many folks have forgot concepts like

a) enjoying questionably good sometimes bad sometimes good media mostly for the community that can build up around that media (see: spn)

and b) not posting constant hate within the tags of the thing you now hate

Personally, I came to the Witcher universe through the show and came to enjoy several show-only elements of the universe, even though I enjoyed and prefer the story of the books. I wouldn't prefer a book accurate Dandelion or Fringilla or even Yennefer. I've gotten attached to the ways that TWN expanded or changed several character choices I disliked from the books.

Because frankly. The books are great! They're also occasionally the worst. They're not some literary marvel of the ages. They're good books! Entertaining! Have some deeply interesting characters and commentary and are very, darkly funny and are my favorite books, but there are sure as hell things I would change if I were to adapt them.

That's not to say I would adapt them anything close to the way TWN chose to lol but it's just a little absurd and telling to me that so, so many people seem deeply invested in a book series (or at least in the idea of their fave meathead actor liking a book series) that they rarely seem to have anything to say about except in the context of bashing the show

Anyway sorry, tangent lol personally I loathe the witcher netflix and also, I enjoy it dearly. I'll be as grouchy as anybody when they do some questionable shit to my book blorbos and situations, but I'll still be having a good time because I choose to.

The only thing that's really ruined my enjoyment of the fandom has been people with constant bad faith takes, zero media literacy, and people slurping at hcav's boots

[woetoy]

Anon art human again, I mean finding views or just acknowledgement for you art, I'm broke and either way wouldn't feel right blazing the nsfw stuff I draw but it gets no traffic or notes. Idk leaving an ask was impulsive but I really respect your art and was curious how you got your followers, if it was more a waiting thing or you found the right areas to post.

I dunno, it probably takes patients to get attention but finding motivation to make good art and then getting nothing but emptiness and boredom at the end of the process isn't motivating lol. Anyways Im thankful for your response and apologetic cause I got this trigger instinct to just blurt my questions to the cool artist I found on tumblr, and I'm sorry for bothering you so

No worries, I just felt bad that I didn't understand ya!

Getting noticed depends on a lot of things. I've had several accounts through 12 years spent on this site, and this one is the first that kinda popped off!

Do you make art that has crowd appeal? As in, is it a little silly, cute or relatable? Does it have a story behind it besides looking pretty? Is it attached to a fandom? Are you making stuff for an underrepresented niche? I often see people make something that is technically impressive, or their personal best, but it doesn't get shared too much because it lacks that appeal. It sounds harsh, I know, but it happens to me too. Until recently, my most popular piece was a doodle I banged out in an hour - just how it is, but I'm happy it resonated with people! You can have a look around at what other people post and see which posts of theirs do better or worse as well.

I don't follow the rule of posting at specific peak times, or posting every day. But I do try to tag stuff appropriately. Tumblr only uses the first 5 tags from your post in the search function, the rest you use for categorizing for your blog. So if you're starting out, it really is a waiting game until someone notices and shares your stuff, unless you have a buddy that can boost you.

I come here to have fun, I make art for me and if other people like it - awesome! I don't really optimize that well for social media reach, I just have my characters and their little stories. I do my specific niche of porn/kinks that are fun for me to draw and talk about. It helps that I have a more solid art style now than I did when I started. Apparently I've been doing NSFW for the past 7 years, and early this year is when it took off on tumblr.

To counteract the emptiness, it helps to have friends to bounce ideas around with or to make characters together with. It's why I create, really. I do it with friends because that's what I find fulfilling. And then I feel driven to draw and post about it as well, and that's been true all this time for me.

I hope you can find fulfillment as well, I think it does come through sometimes if a piece was made for reach or from personal joy. I for sure see that in ancient fanart I've done, I hate those pieces. But the personal stuff that I did for fun is still cute to me, even if it did get at most 5 notes way back when.

Sorry if my thoughts are jumbled. But yeah, this is what I do and what worked for me. But it's always different person to person. Much luck in your endeavors!

[zhongrin]

hi!! it's me again. thank you so so much for your answer, it was very kind and well-written, and i think it definitely helped put some things into perspective for me!! also i related heavily to your whole thing about selfshipping before knowing what it was (and the mention of numerous self-indulgent fics was a direct hit augh how did u know about those /silly)

u mentioned that having friends who selfshipped helped a lot, and this is going to sound horribly juvenile, but how do you make friends in tumblr communities?? ㅠㅠ i understand it's partially a natural thing that happens when u interact with content u enjoy/the fandoms you're in but im horribly shy and everyone seems to already have friends,,, idk maybe im overthinking this hahsgsj

- sachie (if u don't mind me staying a little longer, your tea shop is very cozy!!)

nonnie sweetie you and me (and probably thousands of other people) we're all the same hsdlfjskdfj

hmhm no yeah that's a valid question, i think! naturally, it might be a little easier for fellow writers or artists to kinda 'connect 'with each other... and i'm not 100% sure what your situation is so this might not work for you? however, i think there's a mindset that people need to adopt, and that is: you need to realize that we're all just silly little humans, who just happens to like/is passionate about the same thing (fandom, character, selfshipping, etc)!!

when it comes to social media like tumblr, i like to imagine that we're all just adults in an adults' playground… showing each other the thing™️ we made or telling others about a thing™️ someone else made. just keep being yourself, be open and respectful, and interact with people! eventually you'll find someone who'll bounce back your interaction attempt with their own idea, which you can then reply to, perhaps it'll go back and forth across several topics/posts, and suddenly you might find yourself talking in their inbox/dm/discord hskdhskd

and i promise most (not all, ofc, but that's always how it is) of the writers/artists (and probably readers too. see, we're all the same silly little humans!!!) here want that interaction. we want that connection. we want that one more person to brainrot with and throw selfship ideas at each other. just try, and see where it goes! you might not click, and that's okay. you might hit it off, and that's great!! :))

oh and there's also the option of joining networks if you're a writer or artist! e.g. @/nereidsrealm, @/houseofsolisoccasum, etc. there's a lot out there! just be aware of their rules and have fun! and remember, if you get to make friends there, then great! but if not then that's okay too, don't be disheartened; it just means you just have to look somewhere else. you'll find your people eventually ᰔᩚ

also yes yes ofc!!! you're welcome to stay for as long as you like!!! :D

[theflyindutchwoman]

Okay idk if we’ve talk about this before but I just saw it on the rookie subreddit and I wanted your opinion because it does irk me a little bit too

In 5x20 when Tim is talking to Isabel about his suspension and says “Lucy suggested meditating” and then they laugh about it. It felt so gross to me a little bit

Like he was laughing at Lucy with his ex-wife. Im sure that wasn’t the intention but I can see how people read it as that and now I can’t unsee that. And then the way he yelled Chen 😤 sir….

I know their point was to show that there was no bad blood left before Isabel and Tim but I hate how they did it. Laughing at Lucy’s expense ain’t it.

I think I wouldn’t bother me (and the subreddit lol) if maybe he laughed but then added a “but I know she’s just trying to help.” Or something like that. Like acknowledging that she’s trying to help but it’s not his vibe. Instead of just mean girl laughing abojt it

Idk that’s always irked me and I just saw the post on Reddit and it reminded me and then I thought “I have discussed this with bestie yet” lol

Yeah, it definitely was a point of contention when it aired. Actually, there were several moments in this episode that were a bit iffy, but this was the main one.

I just interpreted it at first as Tim laughing at the idea of doing meditation, rather than laughing AT Lucy. But it doesn't change the fact that it was quite ambiguous and clumsy… especially since the camera turned to her and he was laughing with Isabel. I fully understand why so many read it that way. And, like I said, it wasn't the only questionable moment in this episode so it certainly didn't help.

I also remember that someone pointed out how out of character it would be for Tim to laugh at this suggestion at all, since in 3.11 he was teaching Barnes some breathing/grounding exercises - which fall under the umbrella of meditation. Now it could be a case of the writers forgetting about canon. It has happened before and will most likely happen again. Or it could simply be that the writers didn't realise this. I was taught similar breathing exercises in the past without ever being aware that they were meditating tools. As a matter of fact, I still can't do regular meditating exercises, so in that regard, I guess I can relate a bit to Tim. But I found this to be a very interesting point.

Im sure that wasn’t the intention but I can see how people read it as that and now I can’t unsee that. Yep. I doubt that it was the intention either, there was just something lacking in the execution. I guess the writers were so focused on showing there was no bad blood between Isabel and Tim that they didn't grasp how it could look from Lucy's perspective. And the thing is, I actually appreciate that they didn't try to go down the 'bitter exes' trope or anything of the sort. We already have this with Nyla and Donovan or even with Bailey. It was refreshing to see two exes be able to work together and be cordial with no hidden agenda. To have these three characters work together without jealousy or bitterness getting in the way. Besides, considering their history, this makes more sense. But yes, I just wish that it didn't come at Lucy's expense either. That they would have found a better middle ground and not make fun of her empathy. Especially since the episode started so well - I absolutely love their very first scene in her apartment, before Isabel showed up.

[shiloh-the-pokemon]

Off-Screen Post

Shiloh didn't make it far before needing to camp for the night. They ended up finding a small pond surrounded by trees and rested in the shade, though not before snarfing down some berries.

They woke up the next morning as a Raboot. It was always nice to have hands. They checked their satchel to make sure they had both their phone and the Tera shard, and kept going.

Shiloh continued walking, snacking on whatever berries they found. They missed their diet of sandwich ingredients dearly. That, and sleeping under a roof. And their friends at the Elite Four.

So how lucky for them to spot Larry in the distance, just on the outskirts of a town.

"you have to be shitting me." Shiloh whispered under their breath to no one in particular.

Shiloh ducked behind a bush before Larry could see them. They had no idea why Larry, of all people, was just outside this town.

Shiloh desperately wanted to avoid him, or more accurately his Pokemon. Shiloh imagined Larry would not care much, he was fairly apathetic about anything outside his paycheck. But Staraptor? Or Flamigo? Any one of Larry's Pokemon would ask terrifying, probing questions. Like, "Where have you been?" and "Are you okay?".

Secretly, a part of Shiloh ached to dive out from behind that bush and see Flamigo. They could steal a few bucks out of Larry's wallet, and kick vending machines until they got all the chips they could feast on.

As far as Shiloh saw it, things couldn't go back to normal though, not now. Not when their wounds were so fresh, and not until Shiloh knew who they were.

So they took the first oppurtunity to run north. As far as they could tell, Larry didn't spot them, or he simply didn't care.

Shiloh kept running until their legs begged for them to stop. Then they returned to another leisurely stroll. They found a river, and walking downstream gave them a lucky bridge. A bit of water could not stop them, even as a fire type.

A lot of water, however, could. A lake, for example, might prove too challenging. A lake such as, say, Casseroya Lake.

Even on a cloudy day, Shiloh could not deny that the lake was beautiful. They stood for a while watching the water. For some time, they were mesmerized, their thoughts silent. Though eventually, their thoughts began to spiral once more into a complicated and painful identity crisis. The usual.

They forced themself out of it with one simple thought, "how do i get across this big frickin lake?"

Shiloh slowly walked west along the lake's shore, staring at the water. They thought aloud, muttering just under their breath. "im gonna neeed a big frickin bridge i tell ya. or an abandoned boat with oars. thatd be fun. paddle across the lake. til the boat breaks, i guess. thatd be a yikes moment."

Shiloh continued muttering to themself for several minutes. They were abruptly stopped when they bumped into someone.

"Mind yourself, now."

"sorry, got distracted." Shiloh muttered.

"Boats, yes?"

"oh, uh, yeah. thinking about finding a boat and paddlin across this lake."

"Something across the lake? Or perhaps, someone?"

"uh, no. to neither. just going, i guess."

Shiloh kept walking, staring now at the ground in front of them. Until the person behind them called out, "Do you need a ride?"

"oh shit you got a boat?" Shiloh whipped their head around to the stranger.

"oh shit," They thought, "i shoulda watched where i was walking."

The stranger walked up to them and looked down, "Suicune, by the way. You?"

Shiloh was getting nervous. This was a legendary Pokemon, they had never met a legendary Pokemon. They had been a legendary Pokemon, many times, but this was a true blue legendary. At the time, Shiloh was a just a tiny Raboot. Suicune could squash them with the might of a thousand waterfalls, if it so pleased.

"oh- um, uh- my- my name? i got one of those?"

Suicune turned their head in confusion, "Yes, and it is?"

Shiloh looked anywhere else but Suicune, "its- uh- its really cool. i tell ya that."

"Well, Really Cool, you need a ride?"

A ride from a legendary? That was unthinkable! And possibly blasphemous? Shiloh had no idea at this point.

Shiloh's voice cracked. "yeah thats super nice you have a boat or something?"

Suicune lowered itself to the ground, "I am the boat."

Well, Shiloh sure felt like an idiot right now. They walked up to Suicune, "do i just," They grabbed onto its purple mane and swung a leg around. Their voice cracked again "does that work i can get off if it doesnt its fine really if-"

Suicune abruptly stood up. Shiloh gripped its mane with all the strength they had. Suicune looked back at them, "Hold tight, Really Cool."

[kozykricket]

some ramblings, appreciating deltarunes "layers" of story/lore

I might have already written something about this before, but something that I really love about deltarune is that it's a game that (from what we can tell) has several different layers to the story that are all enjoyable, for different... levels of players to enjoy! Like, you have the upfront stuff, about oh, dark worlds, the knight, and kris' soul (protagonist vs player and such) but its mostly just some young teenagers goofing off going to fantasy worlds and learning some self improvement then you go a tad bit deeper, still things most people may ask and you have... well what the hecks up with dark worlds logistically, why is ralsei, and what dark worlds represent (escapism woah), and for some, secret bosses expanding on the whole free will + kris' soul shenanigans thats where it may end for most people, and i think thats great, that if you arent someone in extreme brainrot about the history of gaster then... i think the game will be very enjoyable without having to think about meta elements! and of course, as good writing tends to be, hints about one "level above" are slowly dropped to those who are below, to help them understand, but you get what im saying, right? its like, big nerds get thinking about the gaster shit earlier, before the game really is gonna start probably hammering in like hey whats up with that voice at the beginning

I do question whether dess will end up being about as secret as like, jevil is, or as secret as the man behind the tree and the mystery of the eggs is. but i feel like shes also a realy good opportunity for being a mystery thats almost entirely deltarune, without needing prior-context of who a random vaguely mentioned character in ut is. still, a lot of vague info is hidden in the files, so perhaps... hmm, well, there was that one abc_123 file where toby was like "don't share stuff from the files, thanks. you cant have secrets nowadays" and then.. i feel like when he changed it to just be laughter, that was his way of saying "alright, i see the game you want to play. ill play along" and thats why... for some people, hes playing the game of hiding mysterious stuff in the code. he knows what hes doing, of course. he knows people love looking in the games code, so hes trying to make it interesting even if people do that overall though i just like how theres different levels of enjoyment of the story so far. im sure the game will end up telling everyone about dess and gaster and such, in some way, but... for most people? itll be a game about the fun gang and their friends learning to become better people, and having some fun wacky adventures on the way there! tldr toby fox does "having different layers to your story" in a fairly interesting, enjoyable way. EDIT: yeah, ill make a v2 of this post. i more specifically am amazed at how you dont NEED to know the deeper layers than you want to, and its. cool !!

[brynalyn]

hi bryn! I hope youre having a lovely day and this news doesnt impact that, but glip had a huge tantrum about you on their glip cohost and all you gotta know about it is that it starts with "I didn't read what bryn said". I hope you have a lovely rest of the day!

Oh yeah I saw that loooll. I made some posts about my experience on cohost and also just ranted a bit after seeing that… I’m honestly not interested in reading it since they wouldn’t even read what I wrote, like what the fuck? And, I have some idea of the things they might have to say…. the majority of the time I was in the discord I was already made to feel extremely guilty about my many awful crimes of I guess, social ineptitude?, normal human emotional range? and, my awful crimes of talking to people while in severe emotional distress after my dox, and how I tried to push for Glip to kick my doxxer for my and others safety/ my mental well-being (you can imagine how that made me feel but I’ll go into that more later.). I got basically a guilt/shame complex from the continued barrage of guilt trips both public and private about past social faux pas(mainly coming from pengo but not exclusively). So yeah, I’m sure I have some idea what they’re ranting about.

But fr I really don’t want to give any more of my time to someone who won’t even do the bare minimum like read my actual written experience. If I need to address something else, or anything, I am more than happy to address it! I can take full accountability for anything, or explain how I took accountability and changed in the past. I’m not afraid to own that part of me. But im sure it’s all putting me in this awful light at a point in my life where I was suffering intense emotional distress and it was made worse bc of glips non moderation. Directly after my dox I had some major emotional mental spirals, intense paranoia and delusions, and also strong desire to fawn/gain scceptance. I was a mess. It’s embarrassing, but also, I haven’t acted like that before or after getting doxed and having to share a server with my doxxer while no one else but Glip and pengo (and maybe a coup,e more people?) knew they had doxxed me, so I can truly say it was the result of the situation I was in. And the guilt trips about my mental spiralling did not help it just made me feel like they were just kicking me when I was down. I am still ashamed of that part of my life bc I felt so completely helpless and lost. The situation made me feel alone and literally insane and I was actually getting delusions that there were, like, multiple people stalking me in the server bc of the mental stress of seeing someone I felt scared, terrified of, getting a warm welcome and no one knowing what they did to me it felt fucking awful. So yeah! That’s my story. I’m happy to answer any questions.

[a-b-overwatch]

I'm not sure if your requests are open, but do you think you can do the same pre-heat scent request but with genji?

(It's been 3000 years...)

The post in question (this one's been Six years; hope i got it right because this request has been sitting in here forever)

As always, under a cut for length!

Edit: future mod coming to say i think i've written out of point. i. um. im sowwy ;A; i'll do better on another post lol

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The taste of iron fills your mouth.

Thick, cloying, unpleasant.

Vaguely, you feel your face scrunch up before you spit. Red hits the asphalt in a sticky glob before spreading into a sloppy stain - though, it’s nothing amongst the bodies littering the road, bullet shells glinting around them like fools’ gold in the woozy wash of the streetlights.

Yeah, maybe you were all fools.

Hefting your weapon in your arms, your filthy fingers reload it with practiced ease. There was no time to dally, not after getting into a literal scrap with a soldier twice your size.

Fuck, your jaw still hurt something fierce.

Your comm crackles to life as you inspect your weapon, but before you can acknowledge your caller their voice comes through with a burst of ear-grating static.

“We need backup over here!”

You recognise the voice. Despite its urgency, there's no missing its distinct Southern drawl over the rattle of compressed, tinny gunfire.

"I read you, Agent Cassidy. Send your coordinates and I'll be there asap, over."

Another crackle chases the end of your message and you pause. If someone else in need was closer, it would make sense to help them out first.

“This is Agent Genji. I will be with you when I finish-” He cuts off, and the sound of metal on metal screeches down the comm lines. Silence follows after, and you feel your heart frost over. He couldn’t be...?

“...My assistance will be delayed. My apologies. Over.”

The sigh you release makes your shoulders sag. Genji sounds lightly irked, as if what had happened was nothing more than an inconvenience. He was okay.

“Agents, I have sent Cassidy’s location to your HUDs.” The smooth clarity of Athena’s voice startles you out of your thoughts. Right. You were on a mission, not on some kind of field trip.

“Thank you, Athena. I’ll head over as soon as I can. Agent out.”

You click your comm and find yourself back in the aftermath of before. Adjusting your gear, you wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand. Something sticky smears and lingers along the side of your cheek, but you don’t bother to check what it is. Things like that came with the job description, after all. What mattered now was helping your teammates out.

Your HUD blinks to life and washes your vision with electric orange, several blinking dots giving you the information you need to start moving.

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The sound of gunshots grows louder as you sprint up the hovertrack built into a steep hill. As your marker blips ever-closer to the highlighted signal, you figure that the conflict is taking place in the opulent-looking hotel up ahead.

You were so focused on your objective that you failed to notice the little red dot tracking your movement.

Pausing briefly by some sort of shattered partition, you ready your weapon and click your HUD. Alright, three of your people were in there, and there were... ten? Maybe twelve others? As you try to figure out the best way to enter, you suddenly feel the hair on the back of your neck rise.

You whip around, but it’s too late.

The flash of a muzzle.

A pop.

The droning zip of a bullet.

Nothing.

At least, that’s what should have happened. As you shakily open your eyes, you realise what’s left of the streetlight is no longer washing over your body. Instead, a shadow blocks out most of the light. The figure before you releases a soft hiss, and fluorescent green gently illuminates the small area around you.

Genji flicks his wrist, adjusting his grip on his blade. The edge is smoking, you note dumbly, and he finally turns to look at you.

“Caution is not your strong suit.”

His tone is scolding, as if this is a lecture he’s given many times over. Something in you finally snaps, and you sink to the ground with a stifled sob. Your grip stays on your weapon even as tears blur your vision, and you feel rather than see him crouch down next to you.

You vaguely hear his voice, smooth and a little robotic, speak words that don’t reach your ears. What does reach you though, is his scent. Underneath the metal, underneath the armour, it’s soft and grassy with a tinge of mint. It’s gentler than when you catch him normally, and you realise that he’s trying to comfort you.

To your horror, you feel heat begin to pool in the pit of your stomach. No. Not here, not now, not in the middle of a damn mission! Apparently common sense and dignity aren’t in your body’s skillset either.

You manage to hold back the keen on the tip of your tongue when Genji gets to his feet, tightening your hold on your weapon to stop yourself from reaching out to him. Thankfully, Genji doesn’t seem to notice. Maybe your scent isn’t that strong just yet.

“We should take the east entrance. The bulk of the conflict is happening on the ground floor. We can surprise them by dropping on them.” Genji, ever-focused, already has a plan of action laid out, and you can only nod along like an obedient puppy.

A soft hiss emanates from his body, your only warning before he takes off with hardly a backwards glance. You marvel at the way his footsteps are near-silent on the stained, cracked tile, and the way his lithe body springs forward like a cat, clearing obstacles with ease. Gods, what would he be like if-

Abruptly, he stops and turns to face you.

"Agent." His tone is chiding, and you find yourself scrambling to unsteady feet in a tangle of limbs. An apology tumbles from your lips as you catch up to him, which he regards with an incline of his head. Genji wastes no time in forging ahead once more, leaving you to awkwardly lumber after him.

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The two of you manage to reach your destination without being detected – no surprise, since everyone's attention is likely focused on what's going on inside. Peering over the catwalk, the two of you assess the situation from far above. Or rather, Genji does. You’re more focused on the gentle heat he emanates, the quiet hiss and slide of his armour as he moves, and the ever-present aroma of lush mint.

“Agent.”

Genji’s voice, low and smooth, manages to shake you out of your thoughts. Strange. He normally isn’t the type to address you directly - at least, not by such an impersonal title. Does he know that you’re…?

“I’m listening,” you manage to grit out, mindful to keep your advantageous position hidden even with the cacophony of battle ringing around you.

“Good.”

Your instincts almost make you preen under his praise (if it could even be called that), but you hold yourself together enough to catch his next instruction.

“Cover me. I’ll focus on the backline. We can free up some space for Cassidy and the rest to start fighting back.”

Genji gives you a moment to get into position before he dives off the edge, leaving a streak of green light in his wake. By the time his targets realise that they’re under fire, it’s already too late - Genji’s taken them out in a flurry of swordsmanship and shurikens.

Remembering that you have a job that doesn’t include ogling the almost feline display of grace happening in front of you, you roll into a crouch and ready your weapon. Squeezing the trigger, you grit your teeth when it kicks into your shoulder, the dull but familiar sensation sharpening your focus for the moment. There’s something underneath that’s fighting to take over, but you’re able to push it down…

For now.

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It takes almost no time for the two of you to subdue a few more Talon agents - a fact that you’re thankful for, because your vision is starting to cloud and your tactical gear is beginning to feel like a suffocating prison. Sweat drips down your nose and trickles down your neck in unpleasant rivulets. It soaks into your underclothes and makes them stick, bunching up in ways that makes your skin crawl. Vaguely, you hear someone panting - is that you? It takes everything in you to stay focused, hunched over into a tight little ball in the corner of the catwalk you were asked to stay at. Why were you staying there again? Something about support…?

At that moment, a familiar scent wafts past your nose.

Metal, grass, mint.

Somehow, Genji is by your side the next time you blink. His armour is stained with dirt and blood - an outcome of the work he just carried out. Despite this, his soft, lush scent persists, utterly enticing to the omega inside you that wants nothing but to rip off your gear, present yourself to him.

Saliva floods your mouth, threatening to spill down your chin.

By the grace of those above, you manage to keep your mouth shut, swallowing the evidence of your desire. It might be because of your heat-addled mind, but you swear that you see his visor flash, swear that his scent grows just a little bit stronger.

Suddenly, you make out a jumble of noises that sound like your name. Huh? Was someone calling you?

The sound repeats, and you realise that Genji is the one trying to get your attention. Heat rushes to your face, and your tongue feels thick and clumsy as you try to answer. You want to assure him that you're fine, that you'll continue to support him from above.

To your horror, the only sound you make is a whine - needy and undeniable.

No. No no no no! This isn't part of the plan! You're on a mission, for goodness sake. This is the last place you need your biology putting everyone at risk. Shame quickly makes your eyes grow hot, and you duck your head to stare stubbornly at the cracked tile beneath you. If Genji was going to regard you with any sort of disgust, you would rather have Talon execute you right where you were standing.

The sounds of the battlefield feel muffled through the cotton clouding your mind and the painfully awkward atmosphere does nothing to help that. You don't dare to lift your head, certain that you'll disintegrate the instant your eyes meet Genji's.

Suddenly, you feel something warm and soft wrap around you and almost instantly, you're enveloped by that awful, wonderful, distracting scent.

“Stay close to me. I will protect you.”