#me and my friend theta were talking about it like

[scringee]

I think this is what their conversations were like

[charmedreincarnation]

Dream life before the EOTS challenge

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Hello beautiful people! I totally get it- as the end of the school year approaches, I understand there's this huge push to finally tap into our dream lives before the beginning of the next school year. But here’s the thing, I don’t want you all to get too caught up in the timing. Instead, I’m excited to share with you a mix of my favorite techniques that can truly help you tap into your dream life, as we should!

Consistency is going to be your best friend here, and naturally, feel free to adjust these to better suit your preferences. I’ve got this strong feeling that this challenge is going to be particularly impactful for those who thrive on methodical approaches and have been searching for their calling for some time now. the journey to your dream life isn’t about rushing or meeting arbitrary deadlines. It’s about finding what resonates with you, applying it with dedication, and allowing your things to unfold in its own way. Use this for anything… your dream life, shifting, the void state, it does not matter ! Just Remember, the journey to your dream life isn’t about rushing or meeting arbitrary deadlines, please be kind and patient with yourself !

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What we will be using this challenge

1.I am 100% sure technique

2.living in the end

3.reverse psychology techniques

4.Questions technique x SATs

5.optional* lucid dreaming

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1.This is inspired by @gorgeouslypink ‘s challenge but…

Every morning, as soon as you wake up, either say or write or think "I am sure that I will [insert desire]. Anytime you think of your desire, think or repeat that affirmation to yourself as a reminder. You don’t have to do it a billion times. Once is enough and move on with your life. Another tip is, one of my first shifts was by using the 5 sense method while listening to music. Affirming while listening to your favorite song or sound is basically a hack to get you into your desired state.The key is to do it while listening to a song that makes you feel euphoric and in the morning to revise your mind while it’s in theta state ! Just during those times !!! don’t parrot affirmations if it stresses you out

2. You should be "living in the end" in whatever way inspires you. I encourage you all to create your vision boards on Pinterest if you're a visual person, and really immerse yourself in the joy of knowing this is your life. Those are your pictures.

If you're more of a writer, script your success story that you'll send to me, or write a thank you note to your favorite blogger. In the draft, mention how you used this technique along with whatever else you're doing. Write with the conviction that it's real.

For those aspiring to be YouTubers, film a mock video. If you envision yourself becoming a TikToker, start drafting video ideas. And if your dream is to be an actor, do practice runs of your favorite script, if you’re going to be an entrepreneur, draft your business ideas and proposals and draw inspo from your favorite successful entrepreneurs!

Guys, fulfilling yourself and living in the end should be fun! Embrace your inner child, remember how easy it was to believe in Santa Claus even when you were with your mom buying gifts. To become famous like the kids on Disney, all you had to do was desire it and practice making the Disney sign with a wand. Let's bring that love back to manifesting.

3.If you're someone who likes vaunting or affirmations, instead of just parroting affirmations, use the reverse psychology method! Talk about how tired you are of succeeding, how you want to wake up in your CR not your DR, how you're tired of waking up in the void, how lucid dreaming every night by accident ruins your sleep schedule, etc. Do some of the vaunting in front of a mirror, I don’t know theosucholgy about it but vaunting with convections in front of mirror looking straight into my own eyes always brought me results in days.

4. Before bed, think about what you want, imagine being there, and start asking yourself creative questions. Really picture yourself in that situation and take part in it as you answer. One at a time, slowly, we'll get into each question by thinking up answers and feeling like we're really there.

The whole point is to immerse ourselves in the reality of this state as we paint the portrait. Ask yourself whatever questions, then imagine that scene. It doesn’t matter if you do 40 or just 1. Ask yourself what it’s like to enter the void state every night and have a scene of you living your dream life doing whatever you want. Ask yourself what it’s like to be a girl who shifts reality while people fight over resources in the 3D, and imagine yourself in your WR (Waiting ROOM) or DR (Desired Reality) living your dream life. Ask yourself what it’s like being someone who is wealthy in the top 0.001% and imagine a scene of buying expensive things, checking your bank account, and making lunch with finer ingredients. Again, it should be fun; it doesn’t matter how specific or vague the questions are, how long or short the scene is, whether it’s one scene or 100 scenes. Fulfill yourself in SATS (State Akin to Sleep). Whether we do this before a nap, after you wake up, or before you go to bed, it does not matter. Pair this with a nice Subliminal with good music if you desire

5.Combine this with anything from my lucid dreaming guide that resonates with you, or just assume you’ll have a lucid dream and read all the ways you can shift/manifest/or enter the void through in my LD guide!

I know how busy everyone is; this shouldn't take a lot of time, nor should it feel pressuring or like a task. We all deserve our dream life and, most importantly, we all deserve to feel fulfilled as we embody the people we truly are. During this challenge, be kind to yourself, remember why you’re doing this and who it’s for—it's for you. Be persistent and have patience, not just to be a good follower of the law but to be good to yourself! We all can do it; I know it.

[marvelmaniac715]

This is the corniest ending for Doctor Who (should the horrible day where the show ends ever come to pass) that I could think of but I weirdly love it:

We have one final epic adventure with, say, the 30th Doctor, and then it fades out and we hear a young boy say:

“And I save the world again, all with the help of my trusty Tardis.”

We cut to another boy sitting next to him - he’s been sitting there for a very, very long time, and he sighs and says:

“Theta, it doesn’t matter how many scenarios you tell me about, or how many times you say that my hypothetical future self is going to be evil, I still don’t think it would be a good idea for you to steal a Tardis.”

The first boy, Theta (a young would-be Doctor) grins and replies:

“Oh, but it would be fantastic, Kos, absolutely brilliant!”

The boy Theta’s talking to, Koschei (a young would-be Master) sighs again wearily and reprimands his friend:

“No way am I going to be talked into sneaking off with you like one of your imaginary companions, far too many Earth girls!”

Theta implores Koschei:

“Didn’t the stories sound so exciting? All of that could really happen!”

Koschei points out (in a very meta line because I’m sorry but I need to include this):

“It started a little bit slow, then you threw in all that stuff about the military - UNIT, was it? - and at one point I was a cat, then you stopped talking for what felt like a decade. The last few stories were a bit more lively, though, I suppose.”

Theta gives up and stands up to walk away from where he’s sitting, Koschei follows. As they begin to walk off, we can hear Koschei saying, increasingly quieter as he gets further away:

“The names you came up with sometimes were a bit strange. I mean, a granddaughter called Susan? A car called Bessie? A wife called River? And all of this talk about a Doctor… Doctor Who?” (I had to do it)

And just as we’re about to fade to black, with Koschei far away, Theta sneaks back to where he had been sitting - which is, coincidentally, where the Time Lords store every single Tardis, and as he opens the door of the closest Tardis and steps inside, he turns to the camera and smiles - the adventure is beginning again.

[gorgeouslypink]

hey pink!

i was hoping you could offer some encouragement and advice to me. basically the entire luckyvoidgirl thing yesterday, i acctually liked her success story, it made sense to me and i even listened to cee's subliminal and my parents ended up saying i don't have to go to this dumb event i was dreading so im even seeing successes with it

the thing was she said something that i can't stop thinking about. she said that a lot of tumblr is just misinformation and that the original blog that brought the void to tumblr was divineangelbee and she was exposed for lying about the void. everyone just copied whatever she said and kept spreading the same stuff she put out but her own experience was all a lie. it really got me thinking about how educated this community is about loa, like the void state and loa is so intertwined. luckyvoidgirl never said she used loa and she did something different but she got so much flack bc the void community on tumblr is so deeprooted in loa, possibly bc of angel. but anyways for a community that is so deeprooted in loa, so many people haven't entered and even worse, so many bloggers have been exposed for lying about their success story. the crazy thing is its so easy to lie on tumblr so the fact that so many have gotten caught makes me wonder how many we haven't even caught and really how does a community that knows loa struggle like this.

idk i just can't stop thinking about this and was hoping for some guidance.

hey love! im technically on break but you're not the only one spiraling so i rlly wanted to answer this.

first of all, i want to say she's just lying and this community is great but i can't. the truth of the matter is she is right. the person who brought the void to tumblr was @divineangelbee and she was the one who went around saying it was super easy and anyone can do it and she was and is still pretty much the blueprint for how a lot of voidstate tumblr thinks, but she was exposed for harassing her friends to enter the void for her. since then, many other bloggers who basically parrot the same thing as her have been exposed as well.

however i want to highlight something here. just because someone preaches something and it doesn't work out for them doesn't mean it's false. this is a super old argument, like back when bloggers like cleo and raven were super popular but people were arguing abt Sammy Ingram. basically she was a big affirm and persist girlie and people were going at her for saying this but never losing any weight (her main goal with manifestation was to lose weight but she never did and just gaslighted anyone who pointed it out, saying they were bodyshaming her). while something was off for sammy (maybe she didn't persist or maybe she just didn't bother doing her method at all), her method worked for so many people. there's boatloads and boatloads of success stories from her videos and methods. so someone can be lying about the void and still be giving legit advice.

however, the void state community on tumblr DOES have a lot of misinformation. ive seen people claim the void state is just SATS, just alpha state, theta state, delta state, it's acc just a placebo for you to guarantee manifestations, and all sorts of nonsense. now there's a new addition, people who tell you to pay money and they'll get you into the void state. it's honestly crazy how hard the community went against the luckyvoidgirl but not some of the other stuff i see here.

but anyways, what do you do?

you need to realize that you entering the void has nothing to do with the state of the void community on tumblr. people lying abt entering the void doesnt make the void a lie, it makes them a liar.

ive been in that position where i hailed bloggers and felt attached to this community so drama here messed with me internally. you shouldn't be doing that. please read my Doubts post where i talk about overcoming this and also provide many sources of proof that the void is real so that you don't need to rely on tumblr to know that:

also it helps to find a few reputable sources. i just wanted to give a shout out to someone rn: @voidprincessblog

her page is the page i would recommend to everyone. you can tell the amount of research and effort she puts into every post and you can trust her to be a reputable source on info.

im going to attach this other post of mine for you as well:

i wish you the best of luck on your void journey and hope this helps! 💟

[leonardalphachurch]

GOOGLE SEARCH: HOW TO TALK TO OTHER DADS REDDIT

Lavernius Tucker and Oliver "North" Dakota are two single fathers forced to brave their most difficult challenge as a dad yet: making small talk with other parents. Not many survive this harrowing ordeal, but the bonds forged through this traumatic experience create lifelong friendships. Or, perhaps, even something more...?

A modern single dads Tucker/North AU written for @rvbrarepairweekdos Day 3: AUs. Warnings for discussions of sex/masturbation, but no actual sexual content.

I don't know why I wrote this, either. I don't even ship this. I suppose the wheel compelled me...

Also avaliable to read on Ao3.

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“Sooo, uh, what do you… do with your time?"

“Oh, I’m a pediatric dentist.”

“No, I know that, I meant, uh,” This sucked. Tucker had zero things in common with these parents at this School for Gifted Children that had scouted Junior earlier this year. Most of them barely gave him the time of day, but this guy, Oliver Dakota, was insistent on staying the entire time his kid was hung out with Junior. After multiple false starts, Tucker shamefully ducked away for a second to look up ‘HOW TO TALK TO OTHER DADS REDDIT’ and found, “I meant, what do you do with your free time?”

“Oh,” North smiled warmly at the other man, then looked back to the door to Junior’s room. Left open a crack— he would have preferred it to be open all the way, but Lavernius had insisted the kids be given privacy. He seemed like a genuine and nice man, if a little awkward. North appreciated him and Theta being allowed into his home. Still, he wasn’t that interested in talking; compromising on the door meant he needed to keep a closer ear out for if Theta needed him. “I don’t really have much free time. With a kid and work, it’s like two full time jobs. But it’s all worth it for Theta.”

“Right.” God, this guy was giving Tucker nothing. Every single topic went back to Theta. And Tucker loved his kid, but being a single dad meant so much of his life was already dedicated to him. If he was talking to another adult he at least wanted to talk about something adult for once. “You gotta do something with your time, though. You into sports?”

“Haven’t really kept up with any lately. Theta was on the soccer team when they were younger, but we’ve decided to focus on academics in middle school.”

“Okay… Watched any good TV lately?”

“I mostly just catch snippets of whatever cartoon Theta has on.”

“……..Do you play games?”

“Oh, Theta had me join them in playing a little farm game— what’s it called, star, starting… ‘Starting Farming?’ No, no, it’s definitely ‘star’… ‘Starry Farmy?’”

“Stardew Valley?”

“That’s it! Do you play it? It’s very cute.”

“Yeah, uh, not, really my type of game. What about stuff you do without your kid?”

“Ah,” That was kind of a strange question. Most conversations North had with other parents were all about their kids— mostly trying to constantly one up the other’s accomplishments. To ask about things that he did without Theta? Why did he even care about that? “Well, I read alone?"

“Awesome! What are you reading?” Tucker didn’t give a shit about books, but he would grasp onto literally anything this dude was offering.

“Mostly child psychology books. Though lately it’s been a lot YA novels. I try to read things Theta is interested before they do so we can have discussions about them. And to make sure there’s nothing too inappropriate for their age.”

Tucker was stunned. This guy could not be serious. Was everything about his kid? “Don’t you do things with your friends?”

“Ahh,” North’s smile got a little tighter. “We had to move away from my hometown a few years ago; the schools there weren’t great for Theta, and then they got accepted here…”

“You haven’t had friends for years?”

“I have friends.” North was taken aback. What kind of person asked something like that so bluntly?

“But you don’t spend time with them.”

“I… see them often enough. When I visit home. For the holidays.” North didn’t know why he felt so defensive over this.

“Do you…” Tucker hesitated, not wanting to overstep with a guy he barely knew but also fucking floored at what this dude’s life seemed to be, “do anything for yourself that isn’t about your kid?”

North balked. “Of course I do! And, the- this question is flawed. Taking care of Theta is something I do for myself.”

“You can’t just only live for your kid, dude. There’s shit you gotta do without them.”

North twitched a little at the swear word. “There’s nothing I want to do that I would need to exclude Theta from.”

“What about sex?”

“SHHHHH!!” North panickedly looked over at the door, “Lower your voice if you’re talking about that!” He half yelled, half whispered.

“Dude. Does your kid not know about sex yet??” Tucker asked, not lowering his voice even slightly.

“Of course Theta knows what sex is!” North said, still whispering. “Teaching age appropriate sex education is incredibly important to a child’s understanding of their own body and safety. Theta knows exactly what leading child psychologists recommended an 11 year old knowing.”

“Okay.” Jesus Christ. This dude needed help bad.

North frowned. He could feel the judgement coming from Lavernius. Other parents always thought they could butt into situations that didn’t concern them. “I do not need your input on how I take care of my child.”

“I don’t care about how you take care of your kid, man, I care about how you take care of your you.”

“What?” North had no idea what he meant by that.

“Have you had sex a single time since Theta was born?”

“What?!” Seriously, how could he just ask something like that?

“You know what, not even sex. When was the last time you jerked off? Please tell me you’ve had an orgasm in the past decade.”

“This- this is a highly inappropriate conversation to be having with our kids in the other room” North had no idea how they ended up here, but he desperately wanted to move on.

“Not even once?”

“I don’t want Theta to overhear this conversation.”

“They’re playing a game, they’re not gonna hear, trust me. Kids don’t listen to their parents talking even when you want them to, they don’t give a shit what adults say to each other.”

“Theta listens to me.”

“Uh huh.” They needed to move away from the topic of their kids. Tucker needed to help this man. “Listen to me, man. I need you to do something for me.”

“What?”

Tucker grabbed him by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes. Or at least, he tried to. God, this man was way too fucking tall. And actually looking into his eyes— Jesus, they were piercing. Tucker didn’t think this kind of blond hair blue-eyed motherfucker actually existed. Terrifying.

“Tonight, when you go home, once you do whatever weird nighttime ritual you do to put Theta to bed,” Oliver started to make a noise in disagreement but Tucker pushed past it, “I need you to go to your room. I need you to be alone. I need you to get comfortable. And I need you to jack off.”

North had no fucking idea how to respond to that.

“Trust me. I have a friend, his girlfriend died, right? And for like a year afterwards he was so fucking miserable. Until one day I was like, ‘You NEED to blow off some steam, if you know what I mean. Bow chicka bow wow.’ Next day he was like a new man.”

“I don’t. know.“ North thought there were probably some other reasons his friend may have been miserable, there.

“I know, you’ve been out of the game, you don’t know how to find good porn. I got you, I’ll send you some.”

“I wasn’t—“

“I got you.” Tucker was already pulling out his phone, thinking of some good beginner porn he could send Oli’s way. “What are you into? You seem kinda vanilla but sometimes vanilla looking chicks are into the weirdest shit, y’know?”

“That’s— I don’t— this isn’t— I’m. Gay.” That wasn’t really something North tended to share with other parents, but they were so far outside of the kinds of conversations he tended to have anyway, any normal ways to respond had completely left his brain.

“You’re—” Tucker looked him up and down. Huh. Maybe he should’ve been able to guess that. “Uh. That’s fine. I have gay shit I can send you.”

“You have gay shit.” Right. Okay. North was pretty sure he just swore for the first time in years. What the fuck was happening?

“Yeah, y’know, I’m… uh, it doesn’t matter what I am. But I can get whatever you want.”

“Okay.” Okay. North’s brain was starting to catch up to where they were. Was Lavernius… flirting with him? Was this what flirting was now? He was so lost.

He should probably set a boundary.

“I… do not want you to send me porn.”

“Okay,” Tucker said, putting his phone back in his pocket. “You got it handled yourself?”

“Yes, I,” North let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, “I can handle myself.”

“Good. ‘Cause the shit you were saying before was sad, man. I know we barely know each other but, c’mon, single dads gotta have each others backs, right?”

“Yeah, um. Thanks.”

“No problem.” Tucker smiled at him.

North liked his smile.

(continued in reblogs)

[backtothefanfiction]

A Christmas Blessing: The Gift of Moving On | frat!Peter Imagine

Summary: You and your boyfriend had a messy breakup at Halloween. Almost two months later you think you’re ready to move on, even if he’s still holding on.

Warnings: jealousy, messy break up, sweet Peter, fluff

Word Count: 1K+ (wrote in app again so not completely sure)

A/N; it’s Christmas party season and I was scrolling through fics when this idea came to me so here we go.

He couldn’t help but watch you. It had always been the way. Ever since his frat brother had brought you back to the house that first time. Peter was mesmerised. By your hair, your eyes, the way you dressed. The way you had 5 different laughs. The way you always found time to say hi to him when you came over to the house. If you came over before Matt had gotten back from the library or a lecture or wherever the heck he was, you’d grab a drink for the two of you and just sit with him and talk. It was always just so easy for you both to talk.

It had only gotten worse after you and Matt broke up at Halloween. You’d caught him hiding out in one of the upstairs rooms of a party over at the Theta Beta Phi house, making out with some girl in a slutty super girl costume. The argument the two of you had had, instantly killed the party. Peter had gotten so angry with Matt when he’d found out what he’d done. If the party hadn’t been over when you walked out, it definitely was after he punched Matt in the face on the front lawn.

He couldn’t help but watch you now. Your gaze was focused on something in the adjacent room. Your cup was held frozen in mid air near your chin with one hand, while your other arm wrapped protectively across your chest. You were stood alone, your back to a messy stack of shelves. Where once you looked so comfortable at parties surrounded by friends, now you just looked like you’d rather be elsewhere. And that made Peter sad.

“What are you staring at?” He asked as he approached, but as soon as he was stood in the right angle to follow your gaze, he knew exactly what you were looking at.

Matt stood in the hallway with the girl from the Halloween party. However instead of her slutty super girl outfit, she wore a slutty Santa costume. She was giggling at every word he said. His finger reached out to play with her hair. He took one look in the direction of Peter and you, before he plucked the girls hat off of her head and placed it on top of his own, his body shuffling closer to her.

“It’s like watching a car crash.” You say to Peter. “She doesn’t even realise he isn’t actually into her. He’s just trying to make me jealous.”

“How come?”

“Because I wouldn’t take him back.” You said, finally looking away from them as you took a sip of your drink.

“Good. I’m glad.” Peter said, only slightly fumbling over his words. “I mean, he was a dick and you are way too good for him.”

“Are you allowed to say that?” You question as you adorably tilt your head at him. “Isn’t he your fraternity brother. Isn’t that part of the brotherhood and the pact, to always have each other’s backs.”

“Yeah but I think the rules my Aunt and Uncle taught me about not being a dick to women kind of overrule any fraternity pacts or rules.”

“Well,” you say, lifting your cup towards him for him to cheers with his own, “I guess that must make you a rare breed of man, Peter Parker.”

Your words make him blush as he looks down into his cup as you take a sip from your own.

You both stand with each other in awkward silence for a moment until another fake giggle draws your attention back into the hallway where Matt is now making out with the skinny blonde in the red and white mini skirt. His hand groping at her ass for everyone to see. Peter’s head turns back to looking at you as the expression on your face turns sour.

“He looks like he’s trying to swallow her face.” You comment. “Please tell me we never looked like that.” Peter’s brow furrows, so you elaborate. “When we were drunk making out at parties. Please tell me we didn’t look like that.”

“You didn’t look like that.” He said as you both watched Matt and the girl break apart only long enough for her to giggle, take his hand and starting leading him upstairs.

“I’m sorry.” Peter says.

His statement throws you. It takes you a moment to work out why. It’s because you’re relaxed. For the first time in weeks, your chest feels steady and not jittery. Your mind is calm and not racing a hundred miles a second with a thousand different hypothetical’s. You don’t feel intimidated by Matt or the girl. You feel sorry for them. You think on the way he had come grovelling to you just days ago, begging for your forgiveness only to now be shoving his tongue down another girls throat.

“Don’t be sorry.” You turn and say to him. “She can have him.” And it’s then you really look at Peter. He’s handsome, despite the bleached blonde hair he currently had because of some dare. He’s not like those other frat boys. He has a moral code. He’s always been friendly to you and if rumours are true, he stuck up for you after you had left the Halloween party.

“So um, are you headed home for the Christmas-“

“Would you like to go out with me?” You suddenly asked him, catching him off guard.

“Um uh, like right now or?”

“Or later. Tomorrow? Friday night? Whenever.”

“Uh um, uh,” he struggles with his words, his wildest dreams coming true like it’s some Christmas miracle. “Yes. Yes!” He finally gets out. There’s a pause between you both before he says, “Are you sure? I mean, it’s not too soon or-“

“No. I’m sure.” You smile at him and he feels like the cow that just jumped over the moon. “It’s just,” you say, bashfully looking down into your cup, “I just realised that I don’t think I was ever really supposed to be with Matt, you know.”

The way you look at Peter says so much. It’s always been easy for you two to talk to each other and it seems that also goes for silent conversations as you slowly inch closer to one another.

Before he knows it, he’s reaching a hand up to your face, guiding you closer to his own. You don’t protest as he kisses you, instead breathing a deep sigh of relief. Yeah, you thought to yourself, she can have your shitty ex boyfriend, you have something better right here.

[reidslovely]

Just a Tap

Synopsis: Before they were Peter and Bashful they were strangers with an annoying (semi-traumatic) meet cute.

Pairing: Frat!Peter x Fem!Reader/OC

CW: None really, car accident? maybe if you can count that. Swearing.

Reblog or comment in place of liking this post, pretty please.

Pulling out of ESU parking structure six was a hell fest. There was a constant flow of traffic that seemingly never let up, and a ton of pedestrians that would either wait for all the cars to pull out before crossing the path, or simply used the heavy traffic flow to their advantage. (Y/N) pushed her head back into her seat frustrated, why was New York traffic such a nightmare. The highway traffic started to let up and she sat straight up breathing a sigh of relief. 

“Fucking finally.” 

She looked right and then left before letting off her gas, letting her car roll. Out of nowhere a skateboarder rolled in front of her, causing her to barely tap him with her car. But still she felt terrible. She slammed on her breaks, her hands flying up to her mouth. The boy slammed his hands on the hood of her car, throwing his hands up. He was quite obviously laughing at the situation, and did not seem injured at all. Placing her car in park and throwing her flashers on she basically threw herself out of the vehicle, the skateboarder had already started walking away tossing a look over his shoulder. (Y/N), however, was frozen in place. 

“I am so sorry, are you okay? Do you need a ride?” She yelled after him, looking over her shoulder to make sure no other cars were leaving behind her. 

“I’m good! Just wanted to play it up a little bit.” 

 He laughs, turning, his skateboard in hand. “We should both watch where we are going next time.” He yelled back smiling. “You’re too pretty to be hitting boys with your car.” 

(Y/N) shook her head, swallowing the tears that had built up in her eyes. How could he just be joking about this. Then she saw the shirt: yellow with a red Theta Tau logo on it with ‘ESU est. 1930.’ stitched below it. Frat boys. Suddenly she felt less bad for tapping the bleached blonde with her car. 

“But I skate through here the same time everyday, maybe don’t hit me next time okay?” 

“How about I make sure I don’t miss next time?” She yells back getting into her car, now annoyed that he found the whole interaction funny when she was trying to be sincere. The blonde smiled in response, she watched him turn and skate away. She checked both ways multiple times and pulled onto the road heading to pick her friend up from work.

- 

Fraternity row was lit up in all different colors, the first football game of the season had just ended and the whole street was celebrating the victory. M.J. wrapped her arm around (Y/N) as they walked down the street. 

“Come on you seriously can’t still be hung up on the douchebag that skated out in front of you. He was in the wrong not you, he was jaywalking..jay..skating? Doesn’t matter.” The red head shook her head, her curls shaking. “He’s a dick for that and I’ll tell him if we ever see him. Now please relax and party. Please, it's the first big frat crawl of the semester.” 

“Fine..yeah, you’re right.” 

“I know I am.” M.J. kissed her friend's head, and started to say something else before being cut off. 

“Hey! Watson! Hey!”

M.J. and (Y/N) turned their heads quickly trying to spot the voice that came blaring towards them. A head of blonde hair was in front of them in seconds. A lanky guy stood before them engulfing M.J. in a hug which she gladly returned. “Oh my god. Osborn you scared me, hey this is my roommate and friend (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Harry the guy I was telling you about.”

Harry Osborn was a name you were all too familiar with. M.J. had been in love with him since summer orientation when they met and got stuck in the elevator together. They’d been talking ever since. 

“Hey nice to finally meet you.”

“Yeah you too.” Harry smiles at her. “Hey, why don’t you guys come into Theta and party?” He offered up, pointing in the direction of the bright yellow door contrasting against the white siding of the huge house. 

“Look at that line, no thanks.” (Y/N) laughed.

“No no it’s my frat, well I’m a pledge but I can get y’all in come on.”

-

(Y/N) stood against the back wall of the party, a black plastic cup in hand as she sipped the vodka sprite mixture out of it. If she could fold in on herself she would, she didn’t even like frat crawls. She only went because M.J. begged her, and she didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to hang out with her. However, M.J. was nowhere in sight. Osborn had stolen her away as soon as they got into the house. 

“Well..look who it is.” A voice pooked around the corner at her, she jumped slightly. “Oh come on don’t be bashful. You already hit me with your car.” 

It was the blonde guy from yesterday, he leaned against the wall next to her. Smiling at her slightly. “I said I was sorry, you walked out in front of me.”

“I did yeah sorry. But it’s really rude of you.” (Y/N) stomped her foot wanting to crawl in a hole and cry. “I didn’t mean too hi-”

“No not that. I mean not asking for my name..it was the least you could do after all.”

Her brows furrowed, mouth forming a smile ‘o’. Her eyes feel to the ground and she bit the inside of her cheek. 

“Peter Parker..and you?”

“(Y/N) (Y/L).” 

Peter smiled and slid down the wall sitting on the floor, waiting for her to join him. 

“Nice to meet you (Y/N)…again.”

Wrote this very quickly this morning because the lab is empty and have no one coming in until later.

[acetheta]

hiya!! ive been meaning to do this for awhile…

but uh! this is a music analysis for thoschei for so long, london (taylor swift ) !!!

( @thetorturedlovergirl @dykethoschei )

“i saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist” so i could be remembering wrong but i believe during the gallifrey flashbacks in divided loyalties, they talk about some sort of lights overhead? how koschei and theta probably saw them together.

“i kept calm and carried the weight of the rift” koschei was dying inside all that time at the academy, but she couldnt let herself show it. for theta.

“pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away” koschei tried so hard to hold onto theta. but the truth? theta was going to leave in every timeline.

“my spine split from carrying us up the hill” again, koschei just wanted theta. that was all. they tried so hard to hold onto him, but he didnt even see it. maybe he did. it didnt matter.

“i stopped trying to make him laugh” they used to be so close. one day it just wasnt worth it anymore. he couldnt pine after a ghost.

“thinkin, how much sad did you think i had” koschei was always there for theta. did theta even see it?

“so long, london” not leaving london, but gallifrey. afterall, koschei couldnt sit and wait around for theta to come back forever, could he? he had to move on. move on without theta.

“you’ll find someone” because theta did. again and again. companion after companion.

“i didnt opt in to be your odd man out” theta has loved so many, but apparently he could never bring themself to love koschei.

“i left all i knew” because he did. koschei left all he knew on gallifrey, and went to search for a purpose.

“you left me at the house by the heath” why did you have to go theta? didnt u understand koschei was going to love you forever? she did. they still do. it wasn’t enough.

“i stopped CPR, after all its no use” theres no use trying to be good when everyone has always treated u like what u r, a monster.

“and im pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free” they were just kids. koschei wasted her teen years loving someone that was always going to leave.

“two graves, one gun” in the end, its always theta pointing a gun at koschei, and koschei welcomes Death.

“and you say i abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it” theta was always so mad at koschei, but koschei would have sacrificed everything for theta. and didnt she?

“my white knuckle dying grip” koschei was always meant to die by the doctor’s hands. and he will continue to every time.

“holding tight to your quiet resentment” maybe it isnt so quiet. but its there.

“my friends said it wasnt right to be scared, every day of a love affair” this could mean multiple things. maybe koschei talked to the deca about theta?

“every breath feels like rarest air, when you’re not sure if he wants to be there” koschei never knew that theta loved him. she knew. of course she did. it didnt matter.

“just how long did you think i’d go? before i’d self implode” how long would koschei have waited for theta? not forever. he was always going to break eventually.

“you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues” again, koschei was begging to be noticed. theta didnt even see them.

“i died on the altar waiting for the proof” even now, koschei is just trying to get theta to look at him. he dies every time.

“you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days” about how theta left (in the divided loyalties flashbacks) and went and found the toy maker. he was a god.

“and im just getting color back into my face” will koschei ever be over theta? no. i dont think so.

“im just mad as hell cause i loved this place” gallifrey, but more, theta.

“had a good run, a moment of warm sun” they were happy for a bit, so was it all worth it? was all the pain and suffering and death worth a few of theta’s smiles? theta will look at anyone but koschei. why?

[fishfingersalad]

Rvb bbc ghosts x buzzfeed unsolved au Leonard “Alpha” Church III and his older sister Carolina Church inherit a creepy manor in the middle of nowhere halfway across the country after their great grandfather Leonard “Epsilon” Church dies of old age (yes Epsilon being their great grandfather is odd, it's for lore reasons).

Church’s college roommate Tucker has a ghost hunting youtube channel (Church edits his videos for him) and decides the manor seems spooky so he tags along to check it out with his co host (Kai) and camera/audio guy (Caboose) as well as Junior. Tex (Churches on again off again gf) comes along to bully them for getting scared, whenever she ends up on the show their views go up so they don’t complain. Carolina doesn’t wanna be stuck alone with Church’s friends so she invites her workout buddy Wash.

Unbeknownst to them, Tuckers “rival” youtube channel (the reds, Simmons is video and editing, Grif is audio, Lopez is in charge of their other equipment) catch wind of their plan to investigate the manor (Kai told Grif who accidentally let slip to Sarge) and they (literally just Sarge) take it as a challenge and they decide (are forced by Sarge) to follow the others to the manor to do their own investigation (Donut flirts with Locus the gas station attendant. This is important to me for some reason). Doc is unofficially part of the red team crew as first aid aka he follows them around bc he's worried about them going to all these abandoned buildings with no medical knowledge

Cw: talk of deaths in some detail, especially fires.

The Manor is actually haunted, by fifteen different ghosts:

Wyoming: 1840’s, fell out a window onto a weathervane

Florida: 1960’s, aspirin overdose 

York: 1980’s, car crash, has poltergeist abilities

North: 1850s, arsenic poisoning

South: 1850s, arsenic poisoning

Maine: 1910s, hunting accident, can sometimes be seen as a looming shadow in the dark

Ct: 1940s, military spy, shot

479er: 1960s, pilot, small aircraft crash

AI: 1920s, Children of a rich man who burned his house down while his wife was away with their youngest son, Leonard “Epsilon” Church (age 2 at the time). Delta (17), Theta (7), Eta (11), and Iota(11) died from smoke inhalation,  Gamma (15) and Omega (14) were burned,  Sigma (18) escaped the fire but succumbed to infection while still on the manor grounds. All of the ai ghosts carry a smell of smoke wherever they go (I have a drawing of them somewhere)

The only ones who can see the ghosts without outside influence (cameras, sensors, that stuff) are Church, Carolina, Wash, Donut, and Caboose, due to all five of them having near death experiences in their pasts, and later Doc after he’s possessed by Omega. Junior is also able to see ghosts though no one is sure why. 

Most of the au’s “story” is just silly interactions with the ghosts pranking the youtubers and various shenanigans. Wash deadpan pretends there are no ghosts to annoy both York and Tucker. Junior befriends Theta, Eta, and Iota, which concerns Tucker to no end especially since he tends to act like a horror movie child, all “Daddy, the lady with the hole in her head is in the corner again, daddy my friends with no faces wanna go play outside”. Sarge has a holy water super soaker that he carries everywhere incase of “ghouls”. South takes great joy in tormenting Simmons specifically. York follows the youtubers around and throws things at them, he only uses his poltergeist abilities for mischief. Ct finds a secret joy in sneaking up on Church to make him jump. Donut keeps telling his friends that the ghosts are there and real but none of them really believe him despite York pelting them with random objects. Wash finds a stray kitten and the ghosts are all immediately infatuated and begin following it around. Florida and Donut gossip together. Doc has to figure out how to deal with a rage fueled fourteen year old taking over his body. Tex punches Tucker on camera and it becomes their most popular video to date. Their second most popular video includes Tucker being attacked by Sarge with his holy water super soaker.

I just have so many little silly ideas about them...

[charmedreincarnation]

I shifted using the void state!

I'm getting straight to the point because I know people don't like long success stories, but I used these two posts to finally shift to my desired reality and manifest my dream life.

Rotten’s Practical Guide to Shifting Realities

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1zgrhCYyct7xV4j7d7qYFcoO8bAMx5Jqdb3NGoO81Oqs/edit

Reddit Post: The Power of the Void State

https://www.reddit.com/r/shiftingrealities/s/XMIo5TPYlM

Anyways, when I learned about the void state on Reddit, I was instantly captivated. I mean, who wouldn't be? The idea of not only using it for shifting but also manifesting my dream life for myself and my family felt like a dream come true. That's when I came across the second post I shared about the void state, and eventually, the first document I shared. They were incredibly informative and completely changed my perspective on shifting and the law of the universe.

I went on to stalk many of the recommended success stories on Reddit, exploring posts and comment sections that mentioned you. You seemed to be a common denominator in their journeys, helping them shift or guiding them with your posts. It made me happy to see your positive influence, even though your posts were from years ago and it seemed like you no longer have an account. Unfortunately, many other creators' posts were either inactive or banned due to Reddit's strict rules which is really annoying.

However, someone made a post about you, and one of your friends ended up commenting with your Tumblr account. So, I gathered a lot of valuable information from your account and a few others (like Fleur, Pink, Rem, Sexy Dream Girl, etc.) on Tumblr.

I must say, the Tumblr shifting and void community is miles ahead of Reddit and Amino. I was shocked that I hadn't come across this community before. Reddit is just starting to talk about the Law of assumption and the void, whereas you guys have been immersed in it for years. I even encountered some misconceptions on Reddit, where people still think the void can only be used for shifting and not for waking up in a whole new life. 🙄

Regardless, finding this app was the motivation I needed, and I discovered so much valuable information. I ended up using your theta wave method, combined with the first Reddit post I sent, to enter the void and shift to my dr. It's truly mind-blowing how easy it all was.

I can vouch for this process. All you need are the two Reddit posts I shared, as the guide is highly regarded within the shifting community, along with a few trustworthy Tumblr bloggers. I've been part of the shifting community since 2017, so I've seen it all, and I managed to shift within just two and a half weeks of finding these resources. Even though I was struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts, I realized it doesn't have to hinder your journey.

I wanted to share my experience here, and I might make a post on Reddit too. However, they have become stricter with success stories due to anti-troll measures, and it takes weeks to even months for anything to be processed. So, I wanted to share my journey here first.

I also recommend this: https://www.reddit.com/r/shiftingrealities/s/daFCQdyHim because it helped me understand what shifting really is. Manifesting too!

Lastly I'm 26 years old, and I've noticed that Reddit tends to have a more adult audience compared to Tumblr. At first, it felt nice to be surrounded by fellow adults discussing shifting. On the other hand, seeing Tumblr mostly filled with teens and younger adults made me wonder if it's easier for them, especially without the weight of responsibilities that often come with age.

But let me tell you, age is not a factor that determines our success in shifting. Whether you're 13 or 55, it doesn't matter. This is something we can all engage in, no matter our age.

Sure, there might be some challenges that come with getting older. As we accumulate more life experiences, doubts tend to creep in, and we become more logical. But guess what? Those doubts and logical thinking don't define our ability to shift realities. They are simply hurdles for us to overcome.

Hi love! I've spent some time going through all the resources you shared, and they've been incredibly helpful! Actually i have seen that guide in so many places, and it's truly enlightening. Thank you for sharing these amazing tools with us!

And yes, I wholeheartedly agree with what you said. age and doubt really do have no place in our journey they really don’t matter in the grand scheme of things.

I used to engage with @theastralplaneandbeyond5487 on Amino and Reddit too. He also has an informative YouTube channel and is in his 50s, I believe. His experiences and insights are rlly helpful and further show that age is just a number in this journey.

His journey showed me that we can do whatever we we want , regardless of our age. It's a beautiful reminder that we're all capable of creating and experiencing whatever we want 🩵

Also omg my Reddit era in 2021 was so fun. I’m glad it’s still helping people though my views have definitely evolved :D!

[blackartistremix]

The Potential of Meta (ε)

art by @ehhgg-art

So after watching Restoration, I wanted to talk about Tucker being Epsilon Meta or Meta (ε). First is the execution of the character. Tucker being an unwilling host, of the fragments and being forced to do to their bidding, was great. as well as him trying to resist and fight them off. But the fact that Tucker being made to be a fighter on the level of Carolina and Tex (bare in mind this is due to ai's but still) was great. And his undoing being the fact that the R&B are so unpredictable was perfect. However, I do find the choice of having Miles voice his Meta self, instead of Jason to be a bit weird. Meta Tucker for all intense purposes draws a similar vain to Felix. Miles voicing him while controlled contributes to this but the fact that the Meta talks at all, and he comes off as cocky, and menacing just matches Felix's vibe. Which leads to my biggest problem, the missed opportunity.

art by hipstersoulgushers-art

Tucker didn't get to interact with the Reds and Blues enough, the biggest obstacle with fighting Meta(ε) was that it was Tucker, It made the Reds and Caboose not want to fight their friend or not have a good chance of beating him, combined with his ability to speak as the Meta(ε) he could have came at the Red's and Blue's, verbally and physically destroying them, and just when it looks like Meta(ε) was going to far Tucker steps in like he did with Caboose. That and he didn't get to interact with all of the Reds and Blues. I would've loved to see interact Meta(ε) interact with:

Freelancers: For Wash would've been a battle of the student versus the mentor, and it could've set up Doc dying to save Wash, leading to all the stuff that happen to Wash in Restoration. For Carolina it could've played a role with her being the one to track down Meta(ε) feeling responsible for what happened, it also could lead to Meta(ε) shit talking Carolina with Tucker's more unruly traits. Reds: We could've had Tucker attacking the Reds verbally. He could've came at Simmons, since he had the arc in Restoration, saying that Grif and Simmons were useless on Chrous or make some subtle jabs at there situation. Dismantling Lopez, hell maybe thinking he killed Donut only for him to comeback later contributing to the running gag.

Sister: This is the romantic in me but it would've been so interesting to see how Sister would've reacted to Meta(ε), Ik, the Shinso trilogy is no longer canon but still there's potential with this

Locus: This one is more a of a fan favorite what-if but it would've been cool to see Meta(ε) fight Locus since there has yet to be a sword fight in RvB and it would've been dope. Locus seeing the Meta in action but realizing how Meta(ε) acts like Felix.

art by blueteamjax

I know Sigma plays the biggest role with Meta, but god damn, I wish we got to see Delta and Theta interact with them more, like a moment where there in Tucker's mind and Delta and Theta are talking to him, and Tucker sees how much Theta reminds him a little of Caboose, or starts acting like a dad to him similar to North. but also How the Ai's use Felix as a manipulation tactic. I said it before that Meta(ε) reminded me of Felix' so it would've been great for them to base there persona, off of them Felix wanted to be the ultimate weapon, an Tucker no being that draws interesting parellel's. This is all I really had cooking in my mind. But I kinda wish Restoration was a full season because oh man, if this was made during the Shinso Trilogy and Burnie and Miles wrote it we would've been eating good.

[yagirlwrites]

To Be Seen (The Sounds of a Good Boy Blurb)

This is the party between Morning After and The Punshment of a Bad Boy! Angst and fluff💖 y'all get to meet Kat (Y/N's best friend) - she's a delight 🥰

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Hope you like it! Let me know your thoughts and if you'd like more blurbs about these two idiots💞

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My work is my own; it’s not to be copied, transferred or translated. Reblogs are welcome! Happy reading!🥰

To Be Seen

It had been a good long while since she found herself actually looking forward to a party. Well, not the party itself. After all she was only going for one single reason. Him.

She never saw herself as the type of person to go to a party just to see a guy. It seems so silly, thinking about it. But she couldn’t deny the giddiness she felt at the fact that she’d be seeing him again tonight. Could she have avoided the whole ordeal and just told him to come over instead? Sure. But she was trying not to appear too desperate. I mean they’ve only just seen each other this morning. And after last night... well it was safe to say they were both left wanting more. Infinitely more.

He made her feel things she never had before. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. It was strange, craving someone’s presence, to be near them, to be able to touch them. And it was indeed a craving. Far deeper than any craving she’d had before. He was good at bringing up a plethora of emotions in her and she hadn’t fully processed it all. She didn’t want to think too much about it.

She couldn’t deny the facts and facts were she wanted him. Wanted to see him. So she decided not to dwell on the whys of it all and just let herself act on that want. She was sure he felt it too, that he wanted her too.

And he did. He spent the entire day thinking about tonight. And last night. And this morning. He was thinking of all the things she did and all the things she would do to drive him crazy. Thinking of the way she made him feel; like he was rushing headfirst into something dangerous, something deep and unfamiliar, and yet he felt safe. Like he was sure she’d catch him when he fell. And that would have scared him too, if he’d let himself analyze it. But he doesn’t. He’s too wrapped up in all things her.

The way she looks at him with those bright eyes and the way his stomach stirs in response. The way her hands were soft and warm, capable of delivering punishment and soothing the sting, of warming him up when she touches him or leaving him cold when she stops. The way her smile makes him feel like his heart stops and races at the same time. The way she moves, the way she talks, the way she sees him.

Sees him. He had never felt that before. He was looked at, of course, by so many. But no one had ever made him feel seen. It was that little piece of information that really warmed him up from the inside out. She saw him, somehow in some way she saw him and he couldn’t get enough of the feeling. He was letting himself be vulnerable with her in a way he had never done before and yet he didn’t feel fear. He just felt safe, warm and seen.

The party was at a random frat house, not far from Rafe’s own. She didn’t care to remember the name of the fraternity, all she needed to know was that it was the white house with gardenias in the front yard and that it was a mere 5 minute walk from Theta. A bit of information she carefully filed away inside her brain, just in case she needed it. And she really hoped she would.

She walked through the door, with Kat on her arm talking about whatever. She wasn’t really paying attention. Kat had raved about how excited she was that she had finally decided to put in interest into the party scene. She made the mistake of asking Kat if there was a party tonight and it seems she would never live it down. Kat had her suspicions on why her friend was suddenly so interested in going to a frat party after vehemently (and fruitlessly) protesting every single one they’ve been to in the past. She had her eye on someone. And Kat had a pretty good feeling about who it was, too.

As soon as they entered the house her eyes were searching the crowd. She tried to look cool and disinterested but Kat could tell she was looking for someone. When her eyes finally landed on him she felt a slight pang in her chest.

He was leaned up against a wall, beer in hand, and a pretty girl with her own wrapped around his bicep. He was playing with his cap as he leaned in, as if to hear her better. She was flirting, it was obvious and the thing that stung Y/N was that it looked like he was flirting right back.

She wasn’t sure why she felt it, jealousy - he wasn’t hers. They had had but a single night together and she knew for a fact he had plenty of one night stands on the regular. She was starting to feel angry and disappointed - not with him, but with herself. Why did she think they were any different? She looked sour and Kat noticed immediately.

“You okay?” Kat asked, worry in her brow. Her friend’s voice snapped Y/N right out of her head.

“Hm? Yeah. I’m fine.” She gave Kat a smile and pulled her towards the kitchen. “Let’s get some drinks, yeah?” She seemed fine, now. But Kat couldn’t shake the brief moment not 20 seconds ago when her friend looked hurt. She’d never seen her look like that before.

But as Y/N dragged her through the crowd, just as she had done many times before, same old calm and collected look on her face, Kat wondered if she’d imagined it all.

Y/N downed a shot of tequila, right as they came into the kitchen. Kat’s worry returned as fast as the liquor slid down her throat. Something was wrong. Y/N never drank like that. She was usually the DD, and even though Kat bugged her more times than she could count to let herself have some fun - she had always declined drinks. And now here she was downing a second shot in under two minutes and Kat was officially concerned.

“Whoa! Easy there cowgirl!” Kat said, taking the bottle of tequila and pushing it away from them. “What’s the rush?”

“You’re the one always telling me to let loose, right?” Y/N responded with a smile and a wink.

“Tonight I take your advice!” She exclaimed as she grabbed a cup of beer some frat bro just poured for her. “Cheers!” She clinked her plastic cup against his and grinned at her friend.

Kat couldn’t find the words to express how uneasy she was feeling. That look from before, the drinks and the attitude? Decidedly unlike the Y/N she knew. But what was she supposed to do? Stop her from having fun after being the one to advise her to do just that for so long? No, obviously she couldn’t do that. So she stayed close and she kept an eye on her friend as they danced together and Y/N kept drinking from her cup as if it was a normal occurence.

Meanwhile, Rafe was searching the crowds, waiting for her to show up. He had spent the evening anxiously anticipating the moment he saw her again. He couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen tonight. He had an idea of what he hoped would happen, but she always managed to turn his world around and he always felt like he was playing catch up. But man, it’s the greatest game he’s ever played.

He was starting to get nervous. What if she didn’t show up? It was possible she changed her mind; they had just seen each other that morning, maybe she thought they were moving too fast. Were they even moving? Now that he thinks about it he isn’t sure. He wanted to be moving. With her. Always with her. That seems to be his main perspective these days. He thinks about being with her, in any way she’d let him.

His eyes search through the throngs of people again and he finally sees her. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her dance. She was wearing a sparkly dress, showing off her curves, her hands in her hair and body moving to the music - invoking a thousand thoughts to burst inside his brain; but only one feeling - happy. She’d come. She was here. So close and yet way too far. He started making his way to her, earnest. There was a spark in his eye and a pep in his step as he neared her. The closer her got the harder it was to breathe. She was mesmerising. So beautiful. So her.

She turned, as if she could sense his presence and his heart skipped a beat when her eyes finally landed on him.

She was feeling tipsy and she was enjoying it. Enjoying dancing, losing herself in the music and just letting go for a bit. Getting out of her head for a bit.

She could feel eyes on her, and though she’d felt quite a few over the course of their time at the party, this time it was different. She knew it was him. It was as if her body was attuned to him even when her mind was trying desperately not to be.

When she turned and her eyes finally met his it was as if all the frustrations from earlier disappeared. She exhaled and she noticed him doing the same. As if they had been holding on to their breaths untill the moment they were together again and finally they could breathe.

A beat passed, with them staring at each other. Kat was watching the whole thing unfold and she couldn't quite believe her eyes. Y/N looked smitten. She never saw that look on her face before. Her eyes were big and there was a spark in them, when a moment ago there was none. And when she looked over at Rafe she saw the exact same look in his. She was speechless and frozen and trying to process everything that was happening. Then he moved and the daze broke, and as he got closer to Y/N, Kat averted her eyes; feeling like she was intruding on an intimate moment.

Rafe took the last couple of steps, closing the distance between them.

"Hi." He breathed out, a small smile on his face - like he couldn't help it. And he couldn't.

"Hey." Her voice was cold while her eyes had been warm. A frown etched into his brow at her tone. Was something wrong?

"How are you?" He was nervous now, she could tell.

"I'm good. And yourself?" She fired back, seemingly cool and unaffected when she was anything but. She didn't intend to come off bitchy but it seems the hurt from before wasn't gone after all.

"I'm good, yeah. Been waiting for you." He gave her an easy smile and she rolled her eyes at that.

"Okay. What's up?"

"Nothing." He knew it wasn't. He reached his hand to rest on her shoulder, his touch igniting a flame she had been trying to pretend wasn't there.

"What's wrong?" She sighed, feeling defeated. What was wrong? How could she explain it to him without sounding like a brat?

"Nothing." She repeated and his frown deepened.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." He knew she was lying now. He could see it in her eyes.

"Come on. You gotta tell me what I did wrong." Her eyes snapped up and met his, vulnerability and slight panic visible in them.

"It's not you-"

"If you say it's not you it's me I'm gonna lose it." He says in a semi joking way, not sure if he was trying to lift her spirits or his own.

The way her eyes bore into his, like she was reading all his thoughts, like she could see all the colors of his feelings - it made him feel naked. She sighed again, this time a determined look on her face. She's going to tell him, she decided.

"I saw you. Before. Flirting with that girl." His mouth opened as if to protest but she continued. "And I know that I have no right to feel what I do but I can't help it."

"What do you feel?" His voice was quiet, barely heard over the music.

"Hurt." She gave him a sad smile and he swore he could feel his heart break right then. He hurt her.

"And I know that we're not together and I have no right to be jealous or hurt or whatever. You can flirt with whomever you want that's your right. I just-" a warm hand placed on her cheek cuts off her rambling.

His eyes are searching hers now, desperately. As if he's trying to communicate something he can't say. The look is intense and it makes her stomach clench.

"I'm sorry."

"No-"

"No. I'm sorry." He was cupping her face in both hands now, leaned down, eye to eye. He needed her to hear him, to understand he's serious.

"I was flirting, you're right. I don't know why, I had no intention of pursuing anything I guess it just - I don't know... comes naturally? But that's not an excuse." He was shaking his head, his thumbs running over her cheeks, so tender.

"I was wrong. And you do have the right to feel what you feel. Because we might not be together but... we are something. Right?" He continued without giving her a chance to respond.

"And I only came here tonight to see you, you know? I don't care about anyone else. I don't want to be with anyone else. I just wanna be with you."

He was looking anywhere but at her eyes now, he had said more than he wanted to. But it was hard when she was looking at him and she was close and... he couldn't hold back. And now he was terrified he let too much slip and she'd want to cut and run.

Her hands wrapped around his now, pulling them off their place against her cheeks and entwining their fingers together. He risked a look in her eyes and the intensity there knocked his breath out of him. She placed his hands on her hips and wrapped hers around his neck to pull him closer. He melted into her right away. His body responding in a way that made her heart race. Like it was instinctual, folding himself into her arms, like it was where he felt safest.

She buried her fingers in his hair and pulled him down so they were nose to nose.

"Come here" she whispered as she leaned up and met his lips with her own.

It was as if everything and everyone else disappeared and it was only the two of them in the world. The kiss started off sweet but quickly turned heated and deseperate. She kissed him like she was trying to tell him she felt the same way, to convince him she understood and she wanted him too. And she was. And she did. By God she did.

She pulled away after a few minutes, realizing they were literally making out on the dance floor. The many bodies around them suddently making her feel claustophobic. She wanted out. Wanted to be away from everyone, alone with him. To feel him, to kiss him, to explore him further. She realized then that his words rang true in her mind because she didn't care about anyone else either. She just wanted to be with him.

He was looking at her with those damned bedroom eyes again and she wanted to curse. She needed to take him away. Now.

His chest was heaving and his heartbeat fast, every nerve in his body was on fire from her kiss. And he was desperate for more. For everything. For her.

"Let's get out of here, yeah?" She asked but was already entwining their fingers and pulling him away before he could even answer.

She saw Kat off to the side talking to some people she didn't know or care about. Kat's eyes instantly found her as if she was intensely aware of her whereabouts. Y/N knew she had definitely been watching them and probably had about a million questions but right now she couldn't bring herself to care.

"Hey!" She called out to Kat and her friend stepped away from the group she was talking to, approaching her.

"Hey! You good?" Kat asked eyeing Rafe while his eyes remained on Y/N - like she was the only person in the room, in the world.

"Yeah. Listen, we're gonna head. D'you wanna stay or do you want me to drive you now?" Kat knew Y/N was desperate to leave but still wanted to make sure she was alright, and she smiled at her friend.

"I'll stay a little longer. Don't worry, I'll get an uber. Go, have fun!" Kat winked and Y/N had to surpress and eyeroll at that.

"You sure you're okay-"

"Yes. I'm a big girl. I can get myself home, scout's honour." Kat gave her a mock salute while grinning and Y/N couldn't hold back her laugh.

"Alright, alright. But t-"

"Text you when I get home. I know the drill. Get your man out of here." This time Y/N couldn't stop the eyeroll but she had no way to disagree with her. With a hug, she bid Kat goodbye and pulled Rafe to the front door.

He was silent the whole time, just looking at her. Almost as if he was in a trance. Truthfully, he just couldn't believe she was giving him the time of day. Couldn't believe he got to be with her. In whichever way she wanted, he'd swear. Just being in her presence was enough to make him feel on top of the world. But her kissing him and holding his hand and taking him home? Too much for his brain to process. So he just let her lead and he followed. He was sure he'd follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked. He'd be crazy not to.

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Audio Drama Sunday - 5th May ✨

There’s something so so satisfying about HFTH being on ep 150, while TSV is on 40 and Travelling Light (TL, if you will) is on 20 . . . the brain is going brrrr.

Here’s what I listened to this week! Spoilers ahead!

👻 @tellnotalespod (S2E9) oh what a beautiful episode 😭I’d like to bestow the highest accolade on Flo’s VA: hearing her voice and immediately casting her in an unwritten audio drama that will likely never be made. I have a theory about why Frank can’t just clear out the warehouse . . . but I really don’t want it to be true. 

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (150) You can also find me in Camp ‘Hate That Noise’!! Awful. I love this nautical storyline so much. It’s one thing to be told that Buck is now a renowned detective and another to see him in action. Sad that someone had to die but . . . I can’t wait to see the case unfold!! I’ve been trying to wrap my head around Shelby leaving the entire week. Yes, it makes perfect sense from a survival point of view but I don’t think I could have done it. 

🦀 @thesiltverses (40) what a good ep!! I’ve been so compromised by Carpenter this season. She sounds so very exhausted, even when she’s not being stalked by her god of death. I’m very concerned about ‘Verity’ who left the minute they arrived… did she recognise them?? Chuck Harm and Val are one of the most unexpected combinations of the year but I’m here for it. It is VERY interesting that Val is now suffering post-miracle. Is this a ‘gods need to feed’ situation or something else entirely. Working with God-killers worked so well for the government last time, so it’ll no doubt be over for her in no time . . .

🧳 Travelling Light @monstrousproductions (20) I can’t tell you how delightful it is that this show comes out on Friday and is exactly the length of my average cycle home!! It’s such a soothing way to start the weekend! There were so many banging lines in this ep, I love a spooky friend!

🏛 @the-mistholme-museum (CONCLUSIVE) You heard it on Mistholme first! People from Yorkshire (me) have the best voices. Like honey, chocolate and coffee all at once - so people say. I can’t believe this is the penultimate episode 😭

🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (14) snake friends! How delightful!! I feel a little guilty at how entertaining Alice’s jealousy is. I feel so bad for her, but the office drama is too hard to resist. 

🍎 @notquitedeadpod (XXXVII) my heart!! 💔 I had to laugh at Neige’s disdain for Alfie’s more intimate recordings right before expounding on his own experiences . . . including with their shared boyfriend! It’s a little petty. I love it. And, god, can we talk about this last line? ‘And when you call, I will come back to you because you have begun to feel like home.’ HELLO? Christ.

🌞 Small Victories by @wgc-productions (2.1) How many cosmic interventions will it take for Marisol not to make cosmically bad choices? I don’t know! I’m keeping a close eye on Summer . . . 

🧋 @hinaypod (3-4) Honestly, kind of kudos to Laura because if I went through what she did I would simply never touch an antique again… I really love Donner and Murphy’s rapport and how they recognise and respect Mari’s skills! 

Hope everyone has a lovely week! 🥰

I'd also like to highlight that the creators of one of my fave shows, Moonbase Theta, Out (@monkeymanproductions) , are crowdfunding for their next one! Throw some 💸 at these lovely creatives!!

[raviollies]

i love how you portray theta!

1) the way her appearance is so bright and colourful, *almost* distracting you from her sinister nature as a hag. it’s kind of like those plants that lure insects in to eat them.

2) her other form as the cycle of life. the animal carcass as an avatar of death and decay and yet life still manages to find a way, in the form of moss and the blooms on her antlers. could she possibly also have mushrooms?

3) the cycle of abuse like you’ve mentioned in an older post when talking about her relationship with blythe, and the implications it has. given enough time, will blythe’s own sense of identity erode because of the power gifted to her? will she remember her old life, or will it also become a haze that she dismisses with a wave of her hand because why does it matter now, when she’s so *powerful*? will she eventually believe that theta was right in turning her? will she eventually do the same thing to another woman and perpetuate the cycle?

AAAA thank you thank you!!!! It's so nice to see people pick up on what I write and find it interesting, it warms my heart.

Long response below

1) Yes! I purposely tried to make her very bright, colourful as a contrast to Blythes dreary palette. I was unaware of plants having a similar thing but I was thinking of how "bright colours = danger" in a lot of wildlife. I also took inspiration from The Shimmer/Zone from Annihilation to emphasize the downright incomprehensible nature of Fae, unpredictable and bound to laws unknown to mortals.

2) She definitely has mushrooms!! I have always been entranced by the dichotomy of life and decay, and that cycle. I love love love the presentation in Princess mononoke, with plants blooming and rotting within the presence of the spirit

3) Yes, that is the worst ending for Blythe. To perpetuate the cycle and become a Hag uncaring for the feelings of others for her own whimsy. To eventually become intoxicated with the power she obtains and believes rules no longer apply to her.

However, she has people in her life to urge her to break that cycle, to keep her grounded. To put others over her own selfish desires. To break a cycle of abuse you often need help, we are a social species. Her companions and friends are meant to be a representation of that. A way to overcome the generational abuse - and maybe later. She can look back and realize Theta was a victim too. That she once was a woman, who did things she thought were loving but hurtful never the less.

I think acknowledging that the perpetrators are often victims themselves is important in your own healing. It helps you process and curb any negative behaviours in yourself, as well as see people as human.

I often struggle with the way I was raised juxtaposed with how much my parents sacrificed to give me a better life. How much they worked, how much they gave so that I can be in Canada instead of Ukraine, juxtaposed with the way I look back on my childhood and am filled with anger. Both of these things are true; and I feel as though it helps me move forward. I've treated some people badly in my life, lashing out because of my own treatment, and I feel ashamed for it, but it doesn't negate that fact. We're all human, we all have impacted someone's life negatively at one point, you just have to do better.

Obviously this doesn't apply to everyone's experiences, some abuse is much more heinous than others, but this is my experience as an elder daughter in an immigrant family.

[nocaffeineforlevi]

Alright time to scream into the void about the Master audio.

I was so incredibly confused on the characters for the first like... 45 minutes of the audio, mainly because of 'Doctor John Smith' and not knowing what the VAs sound like well enough.

But besides that:

The Doctor being at fault for the Master's violence? Making a deal with literal Death THREE TIMES? Both of them referring to eachother as 'old friend' towards the end of the audio? The completely unintentional parallel of The Doctor (I'm pretty sure, I refuse to relisten right now because I WILL start sobbing) talking about wanting his friend back, making me immediately think of Missy repeatedly saying 'I need my friend back'? Amazing. But the real thing that makes me lose it over this audio:

The Master being offered the same deal that Theta was offered all those years ago, to trade places with the Doctor, let them become Death's champion instead, it would be so easy. But he doesn't take it. Because no matter what, they were friends once.

[emerald-truth]

characters with unknown names and the concept of "real" names

aka it's time for me to write a stream of consciousness essay because I have collected a number of these characters, and comparing media I like is my passion. I'm gonna talk about four characters: The Doctor, Coach Beard, Fleabag, and Remington Steele. I will be addressing them in terms of what their lack of name, or at least lack of name known to the audience, means for them both within their own narrative and from the outside perspective of why I feel the creators made this choice. (just my speculation, I don't actually know why any of these choices were made. if the creators have spoken about it I'm not aware of it) I am also not rewatching any of the shows these characters are from for the purposes of this post, so if I get something wrong or forget something please bring it up. Without further ado, my favorite nameless characters:

The Doctor: If you are on tumblr I assume you know about doctor who and I don't need to explain it. I'm also certain many doctor who fans will have more complex thoughts on this than I have the knowledge to share. Also caveat that I've only seen nuwho. I think it's rather interesting that the name of the show, as with three out of the four shows here, references the character's lack of name or pseudonym.

I think The Doctor is as much a name for them as whatever their "real" name is. It's a name they chose which has significance for them, and it's the name they use with almost everyone. To me, a real name has significance because you personally identify with it, and because you use it with people you love, and I think The Doctor is just such a name for them. Clearly though, their Gallifreyan name has significance to them too because it's important that they share it with River as part of their close relationship and marriage. It's also a name that connects the Doctor to their people and the significance of their past, and I think that's part of why it's significant in their relationship with River, who shares time lord experiences. I'm pretty sure the Master also knows the Doctor's real name so that's another way they're connected through shared history. Of course I could also talk about the name Theta Sigma in this context too but I'm not gonna go there. Donna also presumably learned the Doctor's name when she became the DoctorDonna, through shared time lord experience. I don't think this means the Doctor's relationship is lesser with people who don't know their name, I think it's just that the name isn't significant to their relationships with non time lords.

From the writers' perspective, this whole thing mostly serves to make the Doctor more mysterious and build up their relationship with River in particular. If we were ever to learn the Doctor's name it could never live up to the infinite possibilities of the unknown. The fact that we humans can't know the Doctor's name also makes them more alien.

Coach Beard: This is a supporting character in Ted Lasso, whose name was actually sort of revealed at the end of the show but I think he's relevant to discuss because you know. we usually learn characters' names when they first appear, as well as because it's not the name he uses. I actually have rather a lot of feelings about this one because I have been rather upset by how Beard was treated as a character.

Beard is the name this character is called by everyone else in the show. It's unclear whether it's his last name or refers to the fact that he has a beard. Probably both. Whether it is actually part of his given name or not, I would absolutely consider it his real name because it's the name he goes by, seemingly by choice.

Beard is Ted's best friend and is therefore always there to support him both as a friend in the show and narratively. However neither Ted nor the writers are there to support Beard. Beard's backstory is developed mostly through scattered, usually joking references to his colorful past. He is mostly used as comic relief and to support other characters' arcs. We learn near the end of the show, mostly in service of another character's story, that Beard was addicted to drugs and imprisoned and Ted is the one who gave him the second chance that saved his life. In a show that cares so much about how its characters are shaped by their past experiences, this is a lot to drop on the audience without much further expansion.

However my biggest problem with the way Beard is treated (and I promise this will come back to his name) is the way his abusive relationship is handled, especially in a show that general takes relationship abuse seriously. It's clear his relationship is hurting him and his girlfriend is emotionally manipulating him. Many of the other characters discuss this including Ted. However Ted doesn't help him out of this situation at all, and the show ends with Beard marrying his abusive girlfriend with the support of all the other characters, in what is implied to be a happy ending. Throughout the final season, his girlfriend's abuse is treated as a joke and used as comic relief.

In the scene where Ted calls him by his name, Beard is making the decision to stay with his abusive girlfriend, in a romantic trope where he leaves a plane that's about to take off, and Ted is supporting him. Beard tells Ted he loves him, and Ted responds "I love you too, Willis." This scene would be a touching show of their closeness, symbolized through the use of a first name, but with the ways in which Ted is undermining Beard's safety, it doesn't come off that way at all. The use of a name Beard has never used before comes off more like a break in their relationship, despite saying they love each other. I would think that if Beard wanted to be called Willis, Ted would call him Willis more often. Instead, Ted only calls his best friend Willis after drifting apart from him all season, in a scene where Ted is leaving to live in another country, and leaving Beard in an unsafe situation. Given this reasoning I think it's possible to question whether Beard even considers Willis his real name.

Overall, I feel the choice to keep Beard's name a secret, as well as to reveal it in the way it was, shows the attitude of the show towards him as a character who doesn't matter on his own. The reveal of his name was built up to as a fun surprise, not as an important character moment. His character was underdeveloped and treated as a joke to a point where learning his name felt cheap, and its significance unclear, at least to me.

Fleabag: Another character whose not-name is the name of the show they're from! She is played and written by Phoebe Waller-Bridge in a somewhat dark comedy about a woman who is just really struggling. I think of the four, this lack of name is the most purposeful and successful from a metanarrative standpoint.

Unlike the other four characters here, Fleabag does not have another name which characters call her. They do not call her anything. I think she's the best candidate of these for not actually having a real name, by my criteria. She is not called any name by her loved ones, and there is no name she tells us she identifies with, despite speaking directly to the audience at many points. Despite the fact that she considers us friends, is it a real friendship if we don't even know her name? Fleabag struggles to make nourishing connections with the other characters and feels worthless at many points in the show. Her internal namelessness, and the failure of others to name her, symbolizes and enforces both these tragedies.

I think it's worth noting that a number of other characters, including her main love interest in season 2 (the hot priest) also don't have names. Because Fleabag is the narrator, it's possible this reflects on her own ideas about names. Perhaps she sees them as insignificant. Perhaps she chooses not to name other characters in order to bring them down to the level of herself who is nameless. I think the case of the priest is especially interesting, because she both brings him low and elevates him. The most obvious way she brings him down is through polluting him with her sinfulness and sexuality, but I think she also thinks of herself as so low as a nameless person that she will only be deserving of him if he is equally insignificant. On the other hand, his lack of name elevates him to, rather than an individual, an archetype and symbol of the desirable and good. Her own namelessness by choice can be looked at as paradoxical in this way as well, as an egocentrism with which she assumes she doesn't need to tell us who she is. Even in her self hatred, she centers herself and displays herself to the audience overtly as a uniquely despicable thing performed for our attention.

It is my impression that this is all very purposeful, and even if not all my conclusions were intended by Waller-Bridge, I think this type of reflection on the namelessnesss of the character was absolutely intended.

Remington Steele: I saved him for last because I love him so much. Also because this show and its obsession with real names is the reason I'm writing this post. The show he's from also shares his name, although I think more in reference to the idea of him than him as a person. It's an 80s detective show which is actually more about the two detectives' personal lives and romantic relationship than solving mysteries.

However despite being one of these two detectives, Remington is not actually a detective, he's just pretending to be a detective, and is in fact a con man and thief with many false names and identities. Although most of the characters call him Remington Steele, this name was created by the other detective Laura (who is a real detective) as the name of her ideal man and fictional boss, who she was pretending existed to fool misogynists. He himself doesn't know the name he was given by his parents when he was born, and he becomes obsessed with finding his father and learning his "real" name.

I think the fact that the name which becomes something like his real name in my opinion is the name of an idealized person whose role he attempts to fill says a lot about his relationships with other people. Throughout his life he's gone by whatever name the people he's with have given him. His desire is to become whatever others want him to be, in the absence of a sense of inherent self with which he was born, symbolized by the name he is looking for.

Over the course of the show though, I would say Remington Steele becomes his real name especially as his relationship with Laura grows. It becomes a symbol of his new life with her as opposed to his old life of crime and his previous relationships with people who called him other names. By choosing her and her name for him, he creates a sense of self that is shaped primarily by his relationship to her, as well as his role as a detective. There's also a really cute scene where Laura (and mildred) gives him a new passport as Remington Steele after all his fake passports under names of movie characters (assumed identities performed as part of his previously hollow sense of self) are confiscated.

I'm really not sure how much of this the writers intended, I really don't think they put that much thought into it.

OK THAT'S THE END THANKS FOR READING MY UNPOLISHED EXTREMELY LONG POST