#proof that algorithms are shit lol

[bronzesbabe]

sonny having a 6.9 rating on fotmob is criminal lol my boy misplaced only 3 passes, had 7 recoveries, carried that backline the entire game, had some good drives forward and such a strong and calm build up play

[plantjester]

OI DUMMIES, CHECK THIS OUT

> Makes art

> Gets art block

It's been a minute since I've posted anything here so I thought I'd do an art dump and an update on how I've been.

I jut got done with a quarter of collage, and my Hawaii trip which unfortunately landed on the first week of my next quarter, so I'm skipping that. I'll have more time to do art and commissions,,, if I get any.

Speaking of commissions, I've felt very discouraged about trying to sell my artwork and I may just lower my prices again. I put a free fullbody commission on Artistree to see if anyone actually was looking at my page and it STILL hasn't gotten anything lol. I've deleted it now but ugh..

I guess it's proof that I'll just have to close them periminantly sometime this year if nobody is interested still.

The algorithm has been shit to me more than usual lately on all platforms so I'm just hoping if you scrolled by this that maybe, just maybe, you'd consider me as someone to commission? Got only two commissions last year so... Yeah

All are ocs above, and the drawings below are Adoptables!

(Brown Jester is still available!)

(April Fool Spink is still available!)

And lastly, some Characters I've Made/Traded/Sold to others already

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi! its incredible/intrusive tjoughts anon. honestly its nothing serious i just want advice lol.

so basically i identify as pan(tomantic) and non binary (transmasc).

basically i have this cousin who im REALLY close eith since shes the only family close to my age (we have a year differencs)

basically i do live in a very homophobic place, as i think ive said before but i think that she might be queer (bi specifically)

and here are my proofs:

1) the subtle one being, when its just the both if us watching something all she points out is how beautiful/amazing/gorgeous wtc the women look. nothing abt the guys. (not that im complaining cz women serious do slay)

i know that she also likes men because i remember watching this scene with her and one other cousin where the guy (wesrung a ehite) shirt fell into the water and was coming out (of the water).

me, personally, i was disgusted and i thiught my cousins would share the same opinions. nope. they rewatched the scene twice i think, their eyes were glued onto the screen ans they were both red.

2) the second one being, as ive mentioned before, i am a religious person qnd so is she. but we have this tradition where we go onto the roof and just talk about stuff we normally would never talk about. we basically kid of vent to each other too.

and there we've talked alot about queer people, and being a religious queer person and its clear that our views on the topic are very similar.

(i never bring up queer people bcz im scared of giving myself up, and usually people do not go around asking others abt their opinion on them. and yeah i feel like she was relieved when i explaijed that the last thing i wanted was for them to die)

niw into the veey obvious tells:

3) my cousin and i were bored so i took out markers and we decided to draw on my leg (dont ask me how we decided that that was the best thing to do.) but basically out if everything she couldve drawn, she drew the rainbkw but as a bi flag.

i saw it and when i pointed it out, she kind of looked panicked? so i just left it.

4) this one is like glaringly obvious tell. basically obv everyone knows, the tt algorithm works overtime and honestly i rarely get anything im not interested in.

so me, obv i have short hair, and when im sleeping/when im alone with other women you could easily tell that wtv is happening is not straight cis shit.

but basically i was changing so i just shed off my outer layer, underneath i was wearing this like sleeveless sweater and i had tracksuit bottoms underneath. my hair was oulled back in a half bun.

tell me why she says oh you look like thise masc lesbians in my tiktok fyp.

like FIRSTLY what are the masc lesbians doing on ur feed?? how have you watched them eniugh to know the specific terms??

basically idk if im maybe reading inti this but sometimes i genuinely feel like im going mad and i want to kind of come out ti someone irl cz i litr need someoen to see me, and recognize my efforts.

so. i just need advice, cz she knows quite alit if the terms as well, and ive noticed that homophobic people usually do not. (e.g. my brother does not know anthign other than gay and lesbian and queer cz he likes to throw them out as insukts)

but she does know, not all, but quite a few. (i only know nearky all cz for a while my obsession, idk what people call thus but basically i become obsessed with a tooic, research alot about it and then just leave it?. was like all the different types of labels and which umbrellas they fall under. so ive done alot of research on this matter which actually freaks alot of people out)

ive just realised i actually ramble alot so thankyou for making it this far lol

(also i just got hiccups wriitng this and theyre OISSING ME KFF)

Hi!

I feel like it's a pretty good assumption that your cousin is open-minded. I think it might be a good idea, next time you guys are having a rooftop conversation, to bring up queer people you know. Celebrities, mutual friends, etc. Ask her how she feels about those people. If she's cool with it, that's a good signal that you can come out.

Also think about- if you've told her other secrets, has she told other people? If not, then you can trust her with something like this.

As far as your cousin's sexuality- I'm not sure if you're reading into it. But remember, even if you come out to her, she might not return the gesture even if she IS queer. She might not be ready, and that's okay! Just continue to be a safe space for her no matter who she likes.

[teukiemomo]

It is true I didn't follow the US politics before the election. This is just based on what I've seen so far since the election (since like the debate where Trump said questionable things about dog and cat eating since that kinda blew up everywhere lol):

As far as I know Fox News is Trump's ass-kisser. CNN is the opposite. NBC, MSNBC are anti Trump's dumb things which are... all Trump's things. I'm not sure what their usual stance is before the election, but during the election it was kinda like Fox News vs. everyone (it still is now). And based on what I've seen so far on Fox News their correspondences sound so... insensitive and delusional I'd immediately question their professionalism and therefore no longer trust whatever excuse they make for Trump.

Late night shows hosts are very against Trump. They dissed him every time I saw them on youtube and this is like every night? Some of them do sound unserious so people may disregard them, but Jon Stewart and John Oliver are 2 people whom I think really look into the issues like Project 2025, gun issue, inflation, crime etc. and bring evidences to the table, lots of times, to expose Trump. Both are also very critical of Dems on certain issues but often pointed out how Trump is always the worse option. With that much exposure to Trump's darkness (and, like, with proofs) I honestly thought the result would go the other way. Unless there's something I missed.

Twitter - I know there's an agenda pushed there 'thanks to' Elon Musk but somehow most of the posts showing up on my 'For You' are against right-wing extremists, like I don't even follow, like or retweet any political tweets that should make the algorithm swing that way (and gosh I WISH they could've done the same for my favourite artist, I like him and somehow they only show tweets talking shit about him, like Elon DO BETTER PLZ?) Anyways, my point is, even on a platform that is so blatantly right-wing, I'm still able to see that many tweets (with actual proofs, logical arguments etc.) criticise Trump, warn about Trump and his ppl, etc. that reach huge amount of engagement on Twitter, I was kinda under the impression that whatever right-wing propaganda on Twitter wasn't really working that well.

Trump is just... idk after those 4 years of bad-mouthing everything everywhere, fumbling Covid terribly, leaving White House with a coup, getting into another election running his mouth about dog eating cat eating, 'i'mma do this to women don't matter if like it or not', 'criminals coming from prisons and insane asylums', convicted felony, convicted rapist, proposal to get rid of Dep of Education, performing oral thingy with the mic on stage (??????), etc. Evidences of him doing stupid shit, saying stupid shit are like everywhere, and most things he said can be easily proven a lie by a simple google search. People may be disappointed at the Dems and hate the establishment, but how a man like Trump can be a better choice, under any circumstance, seems... baffling. Lots of ppl seem to choose him for the economy, which actually can be debunked by looking at other countries after Covid and Russia-Ukraine; inflation was a common issue, and the stats showed it's already gone down considerably at the time of the election. To me it just seems very easy to figure out all the arguments Trump used are pretty bullshit: no pro free speech person will bash and threaten to harm people who don't talk nicely about him, no 'America-first' person will ever spread lies and lead a coup, and never trust a multi-billionnaire when he says he's all for the working class.

I'm not saying the US mainstream media is not to blame, or the Dems is not to blame. They should've done a better job, but at the same time, the US is one of the countries where it's easier to see through propaganda. Freedom to access information and opinions from a wide range of perspectives with little restriction is a privilege some other countries don't even have.

I'm not from the US, I only made this comment based on what I've seen, and I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one outside of America who experienced this bewilderment. But if I've missed something, I'm willing to learn.

Gotta admit the headline is a banger.

[moondonky]

Legalities

Truth is wild, it wasn't so long ago nobody knew, because it's illegal lol that's what people don't know, ur not suppose to know, it's illegal to repeat it, it's illegal to spread it, its dissidence, it's illegal to have proof and without proof it's defamation which is also illegal, when it comes to what u can and can't say u have to know how to read legal jargon,, cuz its not just what u say its how, it's where, it's why, it's when, and in what form... and they've been at war with truth, cuz truth wants to tell u something and has been trying for like 20 years, finding every loophole in legality to do so, and when truth would figure out a way, they would change laws, change algorithm, change policy, to keep it on lockdown,, now everyone gets censored for all sorts of shit,, but none of it's new, and it was because of truth trying to spead truth... what's been going on on the background for a while now..

Effin millennial why not,, even me when I write,, it's just art and thoughts and creativity, it's more song,, rhythm of thinking.. I'm not publishing news or blogging, I don't really write on Twitter or anywhere else, it's here for a reason, cuz its art,, it's like poetry... but is it? Do I mix sum truth in it? Cuz that's the point.. why I'm still here and many are not,, I could read that jargon lol,, I played by the rules something they didn't even do.. and now everyone knows there being lied too,, how deep does it go, well truth already told u, truth gave a whole time line of what's gonna happen,, and it's happening,, sumthing truth used to say, u don't have to believe it, but ull remember it when u see it... why truth is still winning... and may even have put a stop to something at least our involvement..

[skxllz]

𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕

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pairing 〉 eddie munson x fem! harrington! reader

length 〉 7.3k

warnings 〉 cheerleader reader. being friends with chrissy. putting up a front (kind of). mentions of anxiety, fear, being a coward. a tiny mention of a gay slur somewhere in there. eddie having a bit of an insecure moment. admiration from afar (at first - from both ends). extreme hatred towards jason. hiding away true feelings and trying to fit in. a bit of angsty, personal information slid in. easily angered reader (sort of?). physical violence, punching. swearing. annoyed thoughts. reader being a bad bitch (is that even a warning?).

summery 〉 when jason calls eddie a freak in the cafeteria, you get fed up with the bullying and give him a piece of your mind. ends with eddie comforting you, after realizing what you had done.

requested here 🖤

the ending is a bit rushed so.. rip to that. but I hope it's enjoyable, otherwise? this also went in a different direction from where I originally wanted it to go lol. ps - I got lazy on proof reading, so sorry for any errors!

8.11.22

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highschool. a funny word, a funny thing, a funny setting. a strange experience in life. also a stressful thing to obtain for most - all teenagers and young adults, actually. in a typical highschool, clicks were displayed; jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, outcasts, rationalists and so on. the most notorious groups seemed to be the popular and well portrayed opposite, seeing as they were always at each others' throats like people at war. it made sense in the eyes of society, because there could be nothing cool if it didn't have a polar opposite; loser worthy. but that's what destroys the mind of young individuals, isn't it? thinking you had to act a certain way, dress a certain way, look a certain way just to be considered likeable? it was ridiculous and quite frankly, broke a person's spirit.

in the harrington household, it was well known that the family held a strong image of being perfect and porcelain. they were high on the food chain; held stealthy on the outfield. for that reason, their reputation was made to be outstanding and everyone was meant to see them as the elvis presley as high class. steve harrington, the eldest child, had a big newsflash though that even if his family had the impression they needed to be spotless, he didn't. he was his own person - and perfect didn't exist in a world full of poorly kempt stick ups. it took a little help for that mindset to blossom, but it got there and he was thankful for it... however; his sister didn't catch the drift of that quite yet.

time and time again, you were given a meaningful speech by your brother about how you looked in the eyes of others, didn't perceive who you truly were. your self image is what mattered - who you saw yourself as. who you presented yourself as. who you accepted yourself as. but the words never really... imprinted into your skull. sunk into your brain. instead, you only ever stomped your foot about it and told the older of you two to butt out of your personal life. deep down you knew steve only worried, wanting what was best for you and for you not to become like your parents.

although your mother meant well when she was present, she still wasn't the best at affection nor showing efforted support. it wasn't in her algorithm to be a... mother figure. however, you still loved her, as did steve - if was just difficult to accept the fact that you'd never really receive a loving hug when you're upset, or a look of praise when she was proud. and your father? he was a different story. your father was never upfront about things, but his words were always passively straight forward. he'd be nonchalant about things, act like some shit he said wasn't a big deal or even just.. not care, for what he'd say. but it'd hurt you. it'd hurt steve. he was easier on you given you're his daughter, but the way he treated your sibling bothered you. alas though, you couldn't say anything; your fear of being targeted and being the center of attention, negatively, impacted that. plus, steve would never let anything happen to you, even if you two weren't the closest.

in the back of your mind, despite being stubborn about everything, you knew acting preppy and perfect and pushing people who were considered below you, away, was wrong. you knew wearing pristine, perfectly stitched skirts that reached mid-thigh and pressed white socks were not you. you knew sporting a snobby, push-away, shouldered off personality wasn't the way you truly were. you weren't... you weren't fake. being apart of the cliché upper class and wine glass clinking crowd wasn't you, isn't you, and knowing that killed you because the anxiety that constantly settled in the pit of your stomach stopped you from displaying your true nature. It was tiring, frustrating... but you weren't sure what to do of it. seeing steve being swept off his throne and being tossed around like an abused volleyball battered you enough. you didn't know what'd actually happen to you if you decided to say ‘ fuck it, I'm leaving this crowd and moving onto higher aspects ’.

your emotions were easily shook, to put it into clear terms. although you were never diagnosed with high anxiety by a professional, you suspected for some time that you had it, which is why you could never speak up. always followed along with the crowd in fear. never stood your ground, truly. wore what people wanted, acted how people expected. it drained you though, mentally and physically. and.. well, seeing it done to other people just seemed to spark unknowing feelings within you.

since your sophomore year, you started watching everything around you. while you weren't really deemed as quiet, you still never spoke as much as the crowd you stuck yourself with; thus, leaving you with the inner status of the kid that observed and noted small things - attitudes, habits and so on. it only happened because of your father snapping at steve rather aggressively because of something he did, and unintentionally you had taken notice of his body language and the way he reacted. the mind can do crazy things, hm?

due to being so observant, it didn't take you long to pick up on the pattern of the basketball team and the majority of the cheer squad thinking they were better than any other click. or just person, for that matter. they picked on other individuals, whether it be by a snide comment or unnecessary shove of the shoulder, and it highly disgusted you. again though, you never said anything; never spoke up verbally, or even slid an anonymous note to the principal. getting involved in the business of others, even if it could end up helping them out, was a disaster waiting to happen in your mind. steve knew better, knowing that bullying of any sorts wasn't okay, since he himself partook in it before, but you? you were clueless. It was pathetic, really. knowing it wasn't okay for people to do that to another, but having it locked in your brain that interfering was wrong - and being so utterly, selfishly afraid you'd become the new bullseye.

but your view began changing, one day. usually, no one would catch your eye, even your brothers' past friend tommy h or that fleabag billy hargrove. they were too arrogant for you - thinking rather with their dicks and egos, rather than the brains they were given. boys, nor girls in hawkins ever peeked your interest, but one day you just so happened to let your eyes wander onto the opposite crowd a little too long.

eddie munson. you laid eyes on him his second year of being a senior, which made you a junior. you knew he was older than you, heard about him being a freak and the labels of cult leader and devil worshipper surrounding the very government name he was given. heard the rumors that he liked both boys and girls, and people found that disgusting. even eavesdropped on a conversation that the guy was a complete sadist. so much shit bled into just his last initial alone, and yet you found yourself slowly becoming infatuated with him.

although he had a rep of being rather ballsy when it came to telling people off, or being a guy that had too much attitude for one to handle, it didn't start until the end of your junior year where he began shoving insult after insult into the face of every student that didn't accept him - or the other outcasts for that matter. while everyone else hated it, found him irritating and quite frankly wanted to tear him down bit by bit, you couldn't help but look up to him. stars would fill your eyes everytime he gave one of his society ridden speeches, or everytime you'd hear him shout excitedly from his lunch table about the new campaign he was hosting. simply throwing his head back, mouth dropping open with laughter would leave you feeling dizzy. he was such a charm and you didn't understand why you didn't see him sooner.

this carried all the way to your senior year, which was currently. everyday your eyes would follow his sauntering figure as he walked past the cheersquad to slip his way into o'donnell's room. everyday you'd throw small glances at him in the cafeteria, watching him either make snarky comments on one of the other social groups or mess with his new found friend, dustin henderson. everyday you'd watch as his hair would swish off of his shoulders and sway side to side down his upper back, as he ran off to the hellfire club's room. every weekend... you'd spot eddie outside from the mayfields’ front window, gathering the fact that you took time to hang out with max, one of your brothers’ little brats, since you took a liking to her. you always saw him, always had his figure in your view, always dreamed that maybe one day you could gather up the courage to swallow down your nerves and just take that big step. say a big fuck you to the popularity, and just greet eddie with a small ‘ hi ’. that day didn't come, though... not in november. not in december. not in january.

but, it did come in february.

unknown to you, the male returned your feelings. he was never one to eye up a minor, given he was going on the age of twenty one - and he definitely wasn't one to ogle the opposite party, no matter how pretty they were. richy’s just weren't his crowd, and although he’s found quite a few of the basketball players and party-goers attractive, along with one or two of the cheerleaders, and was some-what acquaintances with chrissy cunningham, it just wasn't in his nature to drool over people that wouldn't — won't give two shits about him. they disgusted him, with how they pranced around thinking they were so perfect and above anyone else - him -, when nobody was a perfectly polished peach. since they were the type of people to be two-faced, and only like you for your looks and if you followed by the standards of the world, and put on a fake facade, he just couldn't bring himself to look at one of them more than four seconds. even that was pushing it. but, shit.. when he saw steve harrington's younger sister, freshly eighteen, at the beginning of the school year, his eyes couldn't help but pop out of his skull.

legs have never looked so good and smooth to him. a skirt, a cheer skirt, had never stuck out so boldly before - in a good way of course. plain white vans never looked so pretty before, let alone a person. hair in nothing a low ponytail never looked so interesting before. and god, your face? he swore it was sculpted by an actual array of those little pixie dust carrying creatures, it was so beautiful. the best thing is that he knew you were amongst the it crowd, too, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. you seemed so... different. although your eyes held an innocent, mocking look like every other plastic, pom-pom princess, he knew you weren't like that. your nails were manicured and painted a soft lilac, but he knew that wasn't you. even the smile you put on all the time just seemed... not you. he had never even taken time to notice you before september sixteenth, a week and a half after school started back up, yet the feeling in his hut told him everything about how your personality really was. how you really were.

now, eddie munson was not one for intuition and superstition, but the man just knew that listening to the gut feeling was his best bet. and he's glad he did. following you around with his curious orbs made him realize a lot of things about you - such as your favorite color, your nervous habits, the little lip twist you do when you don't agree with somebody. so many things that the never paid attention to in anyone else before. ridiculous, right? he's never even spoken a word to you, and when your brother still attended hawkins’ high, the two didn't even get along. so how on earth did he become infatuated with not only a cheerleader, but a harrington child as well, that he didn't even really know?

the real funny thing, though, is that you had no idea about his staring. his curiosity. his admiration. his love. but chrissy did - your best friend, and also the girl that secretly bummed a smoke off of munson once in a while. it was discovered when one day, she reached under the table for her bookbag to retrieve a tube of lip gloss, only to accidentally let it roll off upon dropping it. she had to reach behind her, underneath the bend because of it, and she just so happened to look up and catch eddie staring at her table. when following his gaze, her own eyes landed on you. it wasn't hard to put two and two together, especially because she knows the twenty-year-old wouldn't willingly look at the jocks’ unless it was for a good reason.

and you just so happened to be a very good reason.

but, chrissy could be a bit foolish sometimes when it came to secrets. In december, the last day before winter break would hit, she happened to slip up to jason about the fact that eddie had a growing crush on her best friend — the confirmation coming from eddie himself, last time they spoke. this set jason off, unfortunately. it wasn't for the fact that he secretly liked her - that wasn't a thing -, or even for the fact that she was close with his girlfriend. it was because eddie munson was a freak. a devil worshipper. a cult leader. a fag that swung more than one door - he shouldn't even swing for more than the opposite team.

point is, he didn't belong with you of all people. a cheerleader. a popular. a harrington. someone who actually mattered and could make it in this world. no — someone like eddie didn't deserve happiness. at least, not in jason's eyes; in his eyes, munson was evil.

the passing weeks that followed once everyone arrived back, after new years, were very weird and worrisome for you. you'd often catch jason staring down eddie, a harsh look in his clear blue's and threats lingering on the back of his tongue. it wasn't odd to see him like that towards any of the hellfire club members, especially eddie, but it also wasn't like jason to constantly neck at the munson boy as if he committed murder. it bothered you to no end - but, once again, you couldn't say something. couldn't do anything... you could only sit there and watch, with a stomach full of raging moths.

but, everything began to get tiring. frustrating. began burning you out, because the same chit chat was constant and the glaring was simply annoying. you wanted to do nothing more than scare carver shitless by holding your little spork to his throat — maybe then, he'd fucking quit the shit. ‘s not like you'd actually do that, though, because the thought of being in a rusty jail cell was not appealing. all for a boy that probably despised your existence? no.

though.. then again.. that same boy made your insides flutter like a freshly born butterfly. that same boy made your brain melt with his pretty smile alone. that same boy left you to feel as if you were floating, just because he was himself... and you were not. that's why, a month later when eddie took it upon himself to toe across his lunch table in one of his world improving speeches, only for jason to target him with the same degrading insult, the empty milk carton in your hand was crushed absentmindedly.

the few cheerleaders that saw fell silent from their conversation they had. the others’, that appeared oblivious, only took notice when the awkward atmosphere drifted their way. then, new eyes were on you after that. very little were concerned, while others were creeper out and one or two were disturbed — because they knew why you were suddenly mad. the fact that you were too in your own head to even notice your heated glare portrayed on the basketball captain, or that you caused a small scene of disruption, was kind of scary to chrissy. you looked so out raged, just over a name that everyone heard again and again. while she knew it was much more than that, she still failed to comprehend why exactly you got so pissed. just moments ago you were picking at your food, then finishing off your drink, and now you look like as if you want to rip her boyfriend's head off.

scary. but not as scary as you standing up and stalking over to the blonde.

“ hey, carver! ” you shouted, stealthy legs carrying you over to the male that was obnoxiously eyeing up the brunette you came to adore. your posture was confident, as was the look in your eyes - pure fire. so when jason turned around, confusion evident on his facial features, you didn't miss the look of shock you received right before your balled fist made harsh contact with the curve of his jaw.

stumbling back, sharp intake of breath being taken as both hands flew up to press over the ache that now split over the left aide of his face. jason hunched over, knees semi bent while his small tuff of blonde hair shadowed over his eyes; shielding his clenched lids from being displayed. that didn't matter, however - by his body language alone, you could tell you did a number on him. and, although your hand was now throbbing, knuckles slightly cut and hand reddened, you couldn't being yourself to care that you just made everyone in the cafeteria fall to quiet. your reputation was now ruined, and you most likely just made an ass of yourself in front of the man you really liked, but it didn't kick in until after the sourness of your flexing finger became aware.

specs dropped down to look at your digits, briefly examining, before widened eyes of realization darted up to drift around the student body. some people looked at jason, who was now slowly straightening himself, but a majority of the people were looking at you - including eddie. his wide, alarmed brown eyes and open mouth of shock immediately made you think you fucked up. you couldn't stop the negative whirlwind of possibilities that circles your chambers, which is why it was an instinct to turn on your heel and flea to the outside world.

as soon as you slammed the back door to the school, shut behind you, your back pressed to the sleek metal hard. muscles tense, mind running around fifty miles a second. your breathing was slightly ragged from straight bolting, and your hands shook from the anxiety clouding your senses. calming yourself down when panicked was always hard, but now all of your emotions were hitting you at once - the loss of your popularity. your friends. your good reputation. your perfect image. possibly your cheer position. the fact that everyone will be disappointed in you. the plummeting in take of the fact that you just humiliated not only yourself, but eddie too... it was all too much.

you didn't physically comprehend the hot, slow tears rolling down your cheeks, but you knew mentally that wetness was gathering under your eyes. your mind was zoned out, as was your vision, but you were also painfully aware that your back was sliding down against the closed door - stiff body following along, until your bent legs were being pulled to your chest out of habit. pressing your forehead to your flushed kneecaps, a shaky inhale was taken as you attempted to stop your racing heart. it didn't help, however; all you could think about was the fact that you finally screwed yourself over.

too busy with clogged ears, you didn't take notice of the male clad in black clothing rounding the corner of the school and rushing to your fallen figure. your body trembled, arms wracked with bouncing shakes as silent sobs left your curled lips. fat, pain filled droplets of water dropping from your face to the squish of your dimpled thighs, exposed from the fallen fabric of the balled cheer skirt. Inward creases of the arms folded, while elbows angled to press into the sides of your legs. it was sad to look the way you did, all because of the fear that nobody would like you anymore because of you being your true self.

but eddie was there. he was hesitant, not wanting to invade your personal space and upset you even more, but eventually his leather covered arms made their way around your shoulders; palms crossing over your upper back to pull you closer. due to being out of it, you don't comprehend who he is or that he's even there, at least he thinks that, since you immediately lean into him and bury your head to the hellfire shirt he sported. the heavy material of vest brushed against the sides of your face, which he winced at since he rather you not be uncomfortable, but you didn't mind - your absent state refused you to be bothered by the scratchy fabric. in fact, it smelled like him - the scent was nice. that, combined with the sturdy, safe hold the person placed on you, helped with you to focus on your wrecked state.

while eddie was not good with comforting, since he was never really around anyone like that, he still tried his best efforts. the tips of his fingers circled light shapes into the lining of your shoulder blades. his nose buried into your hair, pressing into your scalp to let you know he was present. small, barely audible gestures of kindness left his lips. and best of all, he informed you of where you were, and the sounds around you, and coaxed you into opening your eyes so that you could see that everything was real.

the low rumble of his vocals and his burnings touch kept you afloat, leaving you to come to your senses in a small amount of time. with his persuading for you to open your eyes, you did... lids slowly lifting, only to be met by dark shades - black, red, grey. the littlest bit of white. your hues dragged upwards, cascading over light blue, washed denim, before traveling further up. black leather; strong neck muscles and pale skin; full lips; caring brown eyes.

it was no lie that seeing the person you clung onto, relied on to help you unknowingly, was the very guy you stuck up for. punched jason carver in the jaw, for. was very much startling. body instantly froze up, lids lifting fully to mirror a child that got caught stealing a lollipop. it was bad to be in munson’s arms, but also.. good. that's why you couldn't move, but could still very much feel the rush of heat spreading over you.

“ hey, hey... ” eddie silently panicked, but tried to keep himself chill. moving to sit you up, and to separate your bodies, but still choosing to stay close enough where his hand rested on the junction that displayed between your shoulder and neck. “ it's alright - I won't hurt you. ” he paused for a few seconds, to look over your reaction. when no difference was shown, his words contained to roll out slowly. “ you're okay... just had a little bit of’a panic, kay? ‘t hurt t’see you like that, i couldn't just let you... ” his sentence came to a wavering halt, brows pushed together. eddie wasn't sure how to speak.. his next set of words.. without sounding weird. but he couldn't just suddenly go silent, so he opened his mouth once more, “ cry like that. ‘specially over some shit that was helpful towards someone else. ”

twitch of his lips, before a small, sideways grin grew onto his mouth openly. “ for me. ” his eyes flickered over her eyes, slightly scaling downwards... before he looked away, a nervous chuckle leaving him. the slightest tinge of pink on his cheeks. “ thank you for that, by the way... never pegged you as the type to go around slugging assholes, but I appreciate it. ” his orbs met your own, after he managed to calm his inner anxieties. “ it was very metal of you. ”

beings as though you didn't have the most expanded music taste, confusion rattled your brain from the lack of acknowledgment on the term he tossed out - but you shook it off. instead, letting a small smile of your own graze your lips; a tiny sniffle sounding from your now clogged, nose. “ thanks, eddie.. ” you rasped, raw throat making the tone very evident. you didn't care, though, head too caught up in other things. “ I'm- ” you lowered your head, only to wipe off one of your mascara stained cheeks on the shoulder of your white and green cheer top. “ I'm sorry you had to see me like that... have to see me like this. ” a shaky sigh left your lips, once your chin lifted upwards again. “ this is really... humiliating. ‘n probably bothersome for you.. so I get if you wanna- ”

“ no- ” legs shift, so that knees can lower in a bend. one of his jean-clad legs lower to the ground, so that he's balancing his forearm on his angled down thigh. “ no no no. don't say that shit. you're not bothersome.. ” his chin dipped down, while his other hand reached to slide one digit under your own chin; giving a light push to to the underside, so that you're looking at him. face serious, lips lightly parted and brows raised, eddie continued, “ nor am I troubled with the fact that you punched, ” brunette emphasized the word, leaning forward dramatically to show you he means it. “ lord jackass of the ignoramus lineup. ” a bite of a giggle left you from the specially worded insult, making eddie grin widely in return. “ so... we alright? y'doing okay, now? everything's clear? ”

“ yes. ” you teasingly threw back, voice unusually quiet and gentle. “ everything is clear... thank you. ” it takes you a single beat longer, before you intake that the atmosphere turns slightly awkward - at least on your end. due to this, your head turns and your eyes settle of your van clad foot, which is now stretched outwards; dumbly rocking side to side. “ I'm... y/n, by the way. ” nervous irises shoot over to connect with munson's own. you spotted that his cheek lifted, just a twitch, while his lips rolled inwards, as if he was suppressing a smile. though, you said nothing about it; choosing to blink innocently. “ y/n harrington. ”

a canine-baring grin finally split across the male's face in crystal amusement. “ I know who you are. ” he spoke, a teasing amusement in his tone; the underline of joyfulness lying beneath, which made you know that eddie wasn't mocking you in anyway. “ the word of the harrington family spreads like wildfire, sweetheart. it was no secret that your presence lingers in the building, trust me. ”

tilting your head to the side, a slight narrow of your eyes took place - suspicion. yet playfulness. “ if that's the case, then why are you helping- ” she uses her hand to gesture between the two hurriedly. “ me, of all people? surely you know who my brother is. ” it wasn't that you wanted to drive the metalhead away, but beings as though your reputation perceives you, just as it does wonders for you, it seemed pretty odd that an outsider from society wanted to be nice to a girl that was spotlighted as a snobby princess. there's no way he just helped you out of the kindness of his heart.

“ well... ” eddie diverted his gaze elsewhere, preferably the pavement, clearing his throat that started to get clogged by unspoken words. “ I.. don't think you're too bad.. for a harrington. ” orbs switch back to you, momentarily. “ and a cheerleader. ” teetering, until his other knee finally falls into the hard ground, he leans forward; both palms now pressing to his jeans. “ and a spoiled brat. ” though his voice held a child-like, trading tone, along with the smile on his face, you couldn't help but gasp in offense.

“ I'm not a spoiled brat! ” you hiss quietly, cheeks puffing up in a pout; eyes slightly pudging out from forming into slits. “ if anything, you're a disastrous outlaw, munson. ” while you were somewhat serious, the smallest pinch of your own playfulness seeped through. leaving eddie not to take the words to heart, but instead, to pat a single thump of his hand to the left side of his chest. “ you wound me. ” eyebrows fall into sarcastic hurt. “ truly do, dollface. truly do. ”

a small snicker leaving your now upturned lips, you guide forward to give the male a light shove. but, that leaves him to fall off of his unbalanced knees, and onto his ass - which dampens due to the rain slick ground. “ hey! ” eddie scoffs, looking down to his behind, which he can't even actually see. “ thanks a lot, ms popular, now ‘m gonna have ta’ lay out a towel on my seat. ”

“ in that rickety van you drive? ” you choked out, attempting not to laugh. “ pretty sure a little rain water is the least of your worries. that thing is centuries old, it's bound to break down soon! ”

eyes widen in actual astonishment. “ a harrington? judging me? and my van? ” the stare between you two is held, before his face falls into a neutral expression. “ not really surprised - but I'm aware, that I need to get a new ride. just, ya’ know- ” a balled hand lifts to shield his mouth. “ don't really... have the cash right now. ”

a pin dropping could be heard through the silence that fell.

“ if you need help with.. ya’ know.. ” your head tilted and hues drifted away, as you spoke. “ I don't mind. I do.. like you.. after all. ”

was that a confession? was he hearing you right? because, absolutely no way in hell, in god's graciousness, did he just hear the words ‘ I do like you after all ’ bounce off of your tongue towards him. the cheerleader, liking the outcasted cult leader? very unheard of. that shit only is made to happen in fairy tales.

“ sorry, uh.. ” he let out a dry laugh, uneasy smile tipping while his gaze failed to meet yours; eyes, instead, settling on his dirty sneakers. “ could you-could you repeat that? don't think I heard you right.. ”

“ Ilikeyou. ” you quickly blurted, so fast that it was impossible to catch if one weren't actually listening. how eddie managed to snag up what you said, you'd never know. but... by the way his brows shot up, nearly blending into his hairline, and his cheeks bruised over with red, you could only assume that... it was a good thing you finally said that. what you've been dying to say for a while.

“ ... you're- ” his eyes bounced between.. whatever he was looking at. the ground, his shoes, the pebbles littering the ground. it was just difficult to know what he was thinking, with the uncertain but flattered but perplexed but honored look, painted on his visage. “ you're not pulling my leg? ” the quiet question finally met open air, and instantly you melted. not from the words, even.. but the way his puppy dog, glossy eyes met yours. “ you're not joking around about this? ”

jesus, you felt horrible suddenly. In no way were you lying or trying to toy with him, but it was clear it's happened to him in the past. when? you were unsure, but from what you knew, eddie started gaining his reputation as a freak sometime in seventh grade. so, from then to now, a whole whirlwind of shit could've happened. you just hoped, with the way you're perceived and all, that... well— that you don't give him the interpretation that you'll use him or humiliate him. you could be a bit of a bitch, be a brat in public - but behind closed doors you were nothing like that. hopefully, hopefully eddie could see that, if socking jason in his face wasn't enough.

“ eddie... ” angel mirrored eyes stare at the metalhead in solicitude; wobbly irises, oppositely slanted brows pushing up in deep worry. a hand reached forward, just enough for the tips of your fingers to brush over the skin of his wrist where his chain bracelet sat. gently dragging down, slowly, before they were moved to delicately curl around the side of his hand. “ I promise you, I'm not kidding around here. ” swallowing quietly, you tucked in your still-slightly-sticky-from-lip-gloss lips while pondering over how to go about your second confession within just twenty minutes. “ I.. ”

although munson looked slightly frustrated, just wanting the truth out, he didn't say anything, for he knew what it was like to have difficulty collecting your thoughts and speaking them. clearly he had faith in you, despite your social image. like before, he just had a feeling, that you're different. listening to his gut has got him this far, so depending on it one more time wouldn't hurt.

“ —it's just.. it's hard having rich parents. ” you shakily breathed, voice beginning to shake - though, you tried incredibly hard to keep your nerves at bay. “ it's hard being a harrington. my parents have such a big reputation here in hawkins; in Indiana, in general. steve has already... ” testing your lips to gulp down building tears. “ he's already disappointed our father. our mother isn't as bad, but she's been more distant towards him... and I just — I don't want to be in that same position. and I know! I know.. It's cowardly of me, but I hear the way my brother sometimes cries in his room at night, when he thinks I'm not awake.. ” taring your eyes from eddie's, who's face was now slack in slight disbelief, you turned your chin to the concrete ground. “ — it breaks my heart.. I don't know how to help, because I'm so obsessed with being someone perfect, when clearly I'm not. and I'm obsessed with it, because I don't want to end up like steve. I'm already... ”

as soon as your hands started to shake, eddie knew your walls were falling again. pushing off of his backside, he rolled onto his knees, only to shuffle closer to you. pressing a splayed hand to the ground, he maneuvered himself to sit beside you — ‘ stupid damn rain.. ’ was muttered under his breath when almost slipping, but he disregarded it a second later. wiping the same hand on the thigh of his pants, before slowly slipping that arm around your shoulder. your form was now raked with harsh, bouncing shakes as you attempted to swallow your cries. It was pathetic, you thought, how you fell apart in less than an hour in front of you crush - twice. but eddie didn't care, he understood... you just needed comfort. that's why his fingers gently rubbed up and down your shoulder, while he leaned your figure against him; his head tilting to touch against yours in minimal affection.

“ it's alright, sweet thing, ” the munson boy whispered in a light tone, coaxing you into finishing at your own pace. “ take your time - ‘m not going anywhere. ”

although your lips were being bitten into, pain filled noises threatening to spill, you inhaled deeply through your nose the best you could because you wanted to finish your explanation; let eddie know you truly weren't... this. some fake. you needed at least someone to know, and beings as though eddie was the one to come see if you were alright, it just happened to be him. no complaints from your end, though.

“ I'm.. ” another shaky take of breath. “ — already sad, and - and feel horrible because I can't be myself. at least, not without a hassle.. ” your teeth grabbed the inside of your cheek, pinching it in anxious habit. “ the idea of everyone hating me, even my parents, is just unbearable. I've always been used to having friends... ” twisting your head so that your face gently, comfortably nuzzled into eddie's jawline. his face was beginning to heat. “ or.. at least attention, and people all over me. meaning I'm not used to being alone. I guess you could say, being abandoned and not having anyone terrifies me.. ” your voice managed to crack at the end, while your brows drew close together. eddie felt the tickle of movement, making him slide his hand to the back of your neck; thumb circling to brush into the crook, drawing shapes. “ it's scary, eddie.. not knowing what can happen. I don't like it, and I - I don't like not knowing! ”

the small raise of your voice, coated in frustration, had the male's heart aching in every corner. someone sounding so in need of security made his stomach drop — and since it was you, of all people, to feel this way, he definitely didn't know what to make of thr negative emotions dishing around inside him. he wished he could just help, somehow.

“ I understand you. ” when eddie finally spoke after a beat of silence, your head rolled so that you could look up to him. tired, puffy eyes staring up at him in question. “ I have very few friends, even my uncle.. ” a bitter smile crossed his lips while an unhumored chuckle left him. “ but I still feel alone, always. ” eddie tried his best not to look at you, because... he just knew he'd be the one crying next. “ ‘s not a nice feeling, knowing if you're going to wake up one day and you have absolutely nobody. ” tongue swiping over his lips nervously, his brown hues finally flickered to meet yours. “ but I always remind myself that, that can't be the case. there's over seven billion humans in the world.. at least one of them is bound to care. ” the corner of his mouth quirked; rough smirk forming. “ just have to find ‘em.. ”

you didn't even take notice of the fact that you had calmed. body nervous system calming down mere minutes ago, while your mind, surfing my, was at ease for the first time in a while. you didn't feel the need to hide behind your hair, and look away out of fear that you were being strange. no, no.. you felt warm. mellow. content. safe. just eddie's presence draped a blanket of solitude over your shoulders — and, it wasn't until you caught yourself staring at him as if he owned the universe, that you took note of it. the blossoming buds of sparks spreading in your chest were now much more noticeable, leaving your cheeks to boil. even though you wanted to look away, since you were now embarrassed internally, you just... couldn't bring yourself to.

his eyes were so pretty...

but so were yours. the munson boy was at a loss for words; any thoughts that perked up, quickly dying to a simmer in the back of his head. his lips slowly parted, as his orbs flickered down to your own lips, watching as you absentminded rolled the bottom between pretty canines. the breath in the base of his throat hitched at that. while thw moment was supposed to be comforting and relieving... eddie just couldn't help but to think, god, I want to kiss her.

and it's as if you suddenly grew a rush of confidence and read his mind, because your shoulder was sweeping his; the fabric of your cheer uniform pressing into the leather of his jacket, while your cushioned lips pressed to his own. it was a peck of three seconds, barely even counted as a kiss. you were pulling away way sooner than eddie wanted.. desired.. but he could understand - he himself was shocked, so the man could only imagine how you felt upon realization.

only, you already knew what you were doing. you only lived once, and eddie's past speeches of equality and being yourself were just suddenly kicking in. why not make the first move? this was you guys’ last year of high school, after all... might as well make the best of it, since you never know what could happen.

“ shit.. ” the mop of curls adoring his forehead were pushed aside by a movement of his hand, breathless words fallen from tingling lips held in the air. “ that — you can't just take a guy off guard like that, princess. y’know how greedy we can get. ” his orbs, which has switched off of you, looked back - only to see you looking up at him in panic. obviously it was fear of rejection, bit he quickly soothed your worries with a teasing grin. “ ‘specially me... ” it was quick — him turning, only slide a hand over the wall of your jaw. hand spreading, so that his middle finger slotted under your ear lobe; rest of his finger tips gripping into the skin behind in a feathered manner. pulling your face closer to his, eddie's head tilting to a side angle, he let lips capture yours again. the tip of his tongue toppled to your upper lip, his need for your clouding the fact that he'd normally ask for permission for such intensity - but you didn't mind, instead inhaling through your mouth. thus, inviting him to slip his bottom lip down yours sloppily, while his tongue slithered to knocked against the roof of your mouth.

the kiss was no where near uncomfortable. not light and airy, nor soft and sweet, but it wasn't awful - more sexily laughable.. free. you loved it. your fingers, shyly raising to press into his jean vest, guided upwards to hesitantly curl around the coolness of the chain of his guitar-pick necklace. you felt his fingers twinge, before his hand was sliding to fully cup the back of your head; fingers avoiding any visible tangles to bury into your scalp. such raw dominance, that was still very much available to pull away from had you whimpering.

eddie heard the sound, clear as day, making his other hand that had slid to grip the bottom spread of your skirt, curl around the fabric temptingly. fuck, we're your sounds already addicting... and he hasn't even really heard anything.

you made the move to withdrawal from his oral hold. licking your, now wet, lips and humming. fluttering eyes open, just enough to meet the dilated pupils of eddie's own. his beautifully filled lashes dipped in a half loaded gaze, while his irises dotted across your face; simply taking in, admiring how your facial expression was gleaming. your lips now puffy, practically covered in his trail of ownership. it made the slightest of grins, tug at his mouth.

“ guess it's safe t’say I like you, too.. ” eddie finally mumbled, his eyes of plush rose pedals never seizing to break away from your own; so full of positive emotions. it didn't take a genius to see it was much more than liking you. eddie munson was in love with the cheerleader. but, alas, those words would be spoken too soon; it's better to wait.

“ yeah.. ” you let a small giggle spill, your sparkling orbs bouncing between his. “ guess it is, munson. ” but, as quick as your smile was to form, it fell. this made eddie frown too. “ unless my reputation is still a problem? ”

he scoffed. “ are you kidding me? of course it— ” his eyes fell deadpan, when coming to realization. “ you're messing with me, aren't you? ”

you grinned widely; the smallest indent of an almost dimple, forming. “ of course. I know you're not like that. you're different. ”

a scowl forms on his face. “ fucking brat, don't scare me like that! ”

“ you know I can't do that, eds! It's in my job description to give the old man a heart attack. ”

“ sweetheart, trust me, you'll be eating those words. ”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi!

I'm here for a pretty stupid thing actually but I've always found it annoying to do: summaries for fics. I never know how much is too little, how much is too much, or if what I'm putting is going to make people think “wow this sounds interesting” or “wow what a shit, keep scrolling”

Do you think it is better to make a summary as such, or include some lines from the story? Idk, any advice would be appreciated

Thanks for taking your time to read!

Hugss🥰

Hey Nonny!! *HUGS*

Ah, the bane of all writers... the blasted summary to describe your story in as little words as possible to get people interested. The LITERAL very last thing you have to do on a story. Always a fun time.

And it's daunting and can feel very overwhelming, because, just like in advertising (my professional background), you have a TINY window to grasp people's attention and make them WANT to click on your fic to read. As an avid reader of fanfic, I do have my own preferences on what I look for... but as a professional, I think I can offer some wisdom in this part here, for a change. PLEASE KNOW that this is different for EVERYONE! These are just some things I picked up in my 20 years in advertising, and applying it to – what is essentially – a "classifieds" board for stories.

Attention-Grabbing Title – Not PERTINENT, but the average reader is more likely to continue reading what you have to offer if your headline is interesting. Even one word ones can grab attention. Something whimsical or metaphorical to your story is always a winner.

Short and Concise Description / Call to Action – One to two sentences is an average attention span before someone gets bored and moves on to the next post. You need to entice someone into reading MORE of your summary in those first two sentences, if you have a long summary. Start your summary with the subject of the story. ie. "John has a problem: he's well hung." That example right there will entice someone to read your summary further.

Grammar Check your Summary – BECAUSE the summary is a representation of what's to come in your story, make sure you get that summary spell-checked or beta'd with your beta. It's a small thing, but it can help bring people in, and especially if you're trying to appeal to a language that you're unfamiliar with. Your beta can even help you refine the summary so it's more attention-grabbing.

Rate Your Story – "Not Rated" stories have a lesser chance of being read than something rated. Doesn't matter what it is, just put a rating there. At least, if people are doing a ratings filter, then you will show up in a search result.

If You're Writing a WiP, State the status of your story at the end of your summary. Many people such as myself don't want to start a WiP without the certainty that it will be done. Stating something like "Story is finished, new chapter every Friday" is a GREAT way to get engagement on your story, AND generate excitement and buzz for it from the day-oners. THEY are your advertisers. A LOT of people like the suspense of a week-to-week model... it's why syndicated television is still alive! A lot of our Fandom authors do their stories this way, working on chapters weeks in advance while posting chapters "approved". It gives YOU time to write and proof, while also having a Live / Active WiP Story that will keep people coming back.

So yeah, those are some tips from an advertising standpoint.

As a reader, though, my PERSONAL interest in a fic is based solely on these 4 things:

The Ship Tags – use "/" (slash for Slash-fiction) for romantic and sexual relationships, and "&" for platonic/friendships or non-sexual relationships. I, for a fact, DO filter stories by the ship tags FIRST, so I'm sure other people do too. Make sure that you use them.

The Story Tags – Ao3 has spoiled us with these!... List relevant tags, tropes, Universes, and genres that pertain to your story... these are what help get your story found in the search algorithm. Don't write "tumblr-style tags" (ie. "this story took way too long") into this field. It is a big turn off for many people (myself included), AND it fucks with the Ao3 search results. Use author notes or descriptions to write your Tumblr-style musings! The tags should ONLY contain content within your story that may appeal to people OR help trigger/content warn against stuff. Yes, I understand that many authors poo-poo on "spoilers in tags", but in all the years I have been reccing fics, I have NEVER ONCE been told that people don't like how meticulous I tag everything I rec. A LOT of people will use those tags to filter OUT stuff that they personally can't read or don't like. Apart from the summary, the Tags are VERY important, AND it can help you come up with a more interesting and short summary that doesn't need to be descriptive. Use the suggested tags that Ao3 offers when you start typing – these are tags, I believe, that have been used frequently on the site.

The Summary – I KNOW it is legit the worst thing to have to come up with, but your story has a higher chance of being read if you stick to writing a concise summary as I've pointed out above. Some people also may choose to use an interesting blurb from their stories as a preview, which some DON'T like, but it's honestly better than nothing. I know for a fact that I have skipped over stories that don't have SOMETHING in the summary box NOR any tags. I know this isn't what you want to hear, Lovely, but put something here, even if it's just "A literal fuck-tonne of porn without plot" (I give authors permission to steal that pun, LOL).

WiP or Not – This is one of those "gamble" things. As I mentioned above, some authors do a week-to-week advanced model for their story chapters, while others "post each chapter when done". The latter tends to wind up with stories in limbo. PERSONALLY, I don't read WiP's for the simple fact that I get confused REALLY easily on plot lines when I do – I like reading one whole story in one go. But PLEASE don't take this as the golden end-all/be-all. This is a personal preference, since I read a LOT of fics and I have very little time these days to do it. Some people love WiPs. A good way to indicate that you have a story plotted out, but is NOT a week-to-week model? Add the Chapter count, rather than leaving it as "?". People are more likely to follow your WiP WITH a chapter count, since it gives the illusion that you have a rough draft written out and you know how long it will be.

So yeah! I hope this helped you out a bit, Nonny. Sorry it's so long, but I thought with how long I've been reading fics and with how picky I am with fics, these tips would be helpful for you. Again, at the end of the day, it's ALWAYS up to personal preferences of the readers. And don't take it personally if you can't "get an audience" right away. Just be yourself, write because you LOVE writing, and you will have a fruitful and enjoyable time publishing your story!

If any experienced authors in the fandom want to add their two cents from a WRITER'S perspective, please do! <3

[ap-sadistics]

ive had extreme skateboard brainrot for like about a week now. ive reblogged close to nothing for it but trust me when i say i have many thoughts about sports anime and many love for kyan reki and ive got at least one twitter thread to proof it.

its so funny tho. i started watching sk8 bc friendo told me about it bc i was writing a skateboard action sequence for rottmnt fic and was struggling with very last bit and they said maybe this fandom might have skateboard action in fic tag? (no. it doesnt actually. ive combed through the tag. nobody ever writes action and nobody would ever write it for non combat or non chase sequences MUCH LESS SKATEBOARDING. IVE WATCHED SO MANY SKATEBOARDING VIDEOS BEFORE I EVEN HEARD OF SK8 BC OF THIS LEO FIC). anyways so i looked into it via clips and literally. very instantly fell in love with rekis character. like. i zeroed in on his character design alone. and like. the more i learned about him the more his appeal fell perfectly into place as My Type of fav character..... god i love outwardly genki but is secretly insecure inside bitches so much. my type of lad. i really did just single him out and instinctively knew he would be my fav.

but also...... simultaneously..... at the same time i was getting extremely attached to reki before i even watched sk8 I GOT SO INCONCEIVABLE ANGRY AT THE SHIT THAT THEY LET HAPPEN IN THIS SHOW AS A SPORTS ANIME FAN. THE VIOLENCE??? HELLO????? I WAS LIKE THIS ISNT FUCKING SPORTS???????? like. actually. im just gonna link the part of my thread in which i start talking about it bc im too lazy to write it all out again

(also heres another link for another thread of my very important sports anime character thoughts. so very important. i cannot shut up.)

why does mobile do that to links. anyways. so like...... theres that.... i basically started watching this anime 80% out of rage and 20% out of desire to fulfill my preattachment to reki and get Actually get Attached to him by eating the canon hes from in the normal way im supposed to. coughs. and i ended up enjoying this anime A Lot despite my criticisms which i uphold are still valid but overall its actually such a Solid Anime and i love...... it so much......

and so. i finished the anime in a day or two. dove headfirst in its ao3 tag. found none of the potential action shit i wanted to take notes from that was like. the initial point of me looking into this anime in the first place. nothing thats good at least so far. am continuing to eat more fic until i bleed the tag dry of my specific tastes. and. to bring to present day. to top off the comedy of it all. im writing a sk8 reki whump fic instead of my rottmnt leo does epic skateboard stunts and eats shit spectacular fic bc i genuinely got burned out from working on that bc ive been at it for like maybe 2 months?

im taking a break from my skateboarding fic with a skateboard anime fic.

its very ironic. its so funny to me. the domino effect can be so wild. do yall know how much skateboarding videos are in my youtube algorithm now because of these two completely different things. i was doing skateboard research before i even watched skateboard anime. like a month ahead of time. AND THEN WATCHING THE ANIME DIDNT HELP EITHER...... bc i watched clips on youtube... this has been my life thus far lol

[merry-go-round-jailhouse]

Hello sillies this is a monumental post for me. Remember before how I was like “Oh I don’t know any music. I can’t name anything I listen to.” You know... like an idiot. Well that’s not me anymore! Because of the internet and apps! Thank you internet and apps! So here is a list of albums and bands and songs that I listened to a lot last year.

*Disclaimer* yes you will notice this list is 95% Japanese musicians... and before any of you girlies try to roast me for that just KNOW I am prepared to whip out my Counterattack Card and let you know it’s actually an act of bravery against your Amerikkkan Western-centric capitalist hetero... homopho... homophone... homo sapi... um something musical hegemony so just TRY to rib me. While you were going on dates I was studying Maoist Third Worldism... also it’s the algorithms’ fault anyway for always recommending Japanese musicians to me so take it up with them!

This is all off the top of my head and in no definitive rankings and there’s no sense to the organization of this post. Links to albums or those “official” auto-generated playlists on Youtube when possible otherwise they’re usually on Spotify. And yes I will have to resort to checking wikipedia to describe genres :)

As I was making this list I realized I have to break it up so here’s “Part One”

Swinging Popiscle - I love this band! Indie pop/rock according to Wikipedia lol. One of my favorite songs of the entire year is on one of these albums but I won’t say what it is because if you read the lyrics it will give you too much insight into my stupid melodramatic inner life. Did I belt it out every time I got severely drunk??? You guess...

Fennec!

Transit (Youtube playlist)

Flow

Swinging Popsicle

Go On (Youtube playlist)

[Song] Perfect Loop - from their album Loud Cut which I haven’t found easily anywhere! Shoot.

Serani Poji - Has a special place in my heart because I really like what they produced and their whole style of music, but also because I discovered them in the spring at the same time the S******** r**** season started, so I would listen to Serani on my shitty little Beats Pill knockoff Bluetooth speaker from Ross while driving back through West Seattle and over the viaduct after the games, and it was sooooo perfect. Days when the S******** would be winning easily and the tree pollen would drift down onto the field like snow in the late afternoon sun and I would lean against the temporary fence because I got the last overflow tickets right on the field, and then I would put on DEAR HEROES or Laughing Frog while I drove to the water to watch the sunset... oh shit let’s not get too deep into my gay feelings. Genre: ... pop? See I really am too dumb to say anything ever.

One-Room Survival

Manamoon

fan mix from NicoNico - includes songs from her last album... Merry-Go-Round Jailhouse! Hahaha behind the scenes of this here blog.

Coaltar of the Deepers - Did I start listening to them just because they did a song for an anime I watched???? ... yes >:) This is actually the wildest new band for me that I started listening to cause they’re like alternative rock/heavy metal/shoegaze. What an evolution in taste from that little q*eer in 7th grade who would come home from school and BLAST Lady Gaga bad Romance every day. Well, that’s just the kind of adventurous, open, curious, cool, worldly, daring, fun, sexy, perfect guy I am!

Yukari Telepath

Come Over to The Deepend

THE BREASTROKE II

[Song] SUMMER GAZER ‘92 - my perfect timing as always because they just released a new EP a few months ago! Rabbit EP I think it’s called.

[Song] Dear Future - the song that started it all, baby............ and yes this is an AMV what the fuck do you have to say about it KEEP SCROLLIN

The Pillows - Ok you know what... Okay. I... We all know which anime I learned about them from. Alright. Get off my fucking back about it.

Runners High

Living Field

Happy Bivouac

Across the metropolis

Little Busters

Please Mr. Lostman

Unchain - Actually I came across them by way of a fan mashup with Serani Poji. Genre: Rock... but they (extremely strained voice as I try to hide I’m reading this off my phone under the desk) later developed into a pop rock... neo soul... style... including funk and... dance elements.

[Song] Let Me Be The One

[Song] You Over You

[Song] Show Me Your Height

[Song] The World Is Yours

Toki Asako - STRIPE is THE song of the summer I’ve been telling you all. And that applies to both hemispheres so we can keep it going all year long.

[Song] STRIPE (Soundcloud)

[Song] Black Savanna

[Song] Kamakura

[Song] Usubeni no City

[Song] Human Nature

HIGHLIGHT - The Very Best of Toki Asako (Spotify)

SAFARI (Spotify)

Goldfrapp - Silver Eye (Youtube playlist). I like everything from them but I gave Silver Eye another listen in 2018 because I wasn’t the biggest fan when they first released it but it has definitely grown on me.

Chain Wallet - Chain Wallet. Have I reached the point in my list where I’m including non-Japanese bands to prove that I don’t literally only listen to Japanese music... well...

Shrift - Lost in a Moment (Youtube playlist). ... yes. Yes I have. I mean I am pulling out the proof that I’m not 100% a freak. I actually discovered this band back on Pandora! Throwbaaaaaaack jeez. To like a decade ago--back when I had a physical CD of this album! But I listened to it recently again, it’s good, it’s samba-y and bossa-y and you know how bossa is healing for my soul.

Bibio - A Mineral Love and my favorite song from it Light Up The Sky. I still remember hearing it for the first time on a night drive through Bothell :)

Sonic Coaster Pop - Super Miracle Circuit. Back to Japanese artists after I fully convinced you of what a normal human I am. Very good memories of listening to this every time I would bike across the 520 bridge :)

Sunny Day Service - Wooooooo BEACH VIBES beachy vibes baby. Posi beachy wave sun vibrations, beachy surf beach rock guitar sand vibes dude. You know brah you feeling my BEACHY SUMMER ROCK VIBES? Anyway albums on Spotify I’m just too lazy to link them here

[Song] I’m a boy

[Song] Punch-drunk love song

OVERROCKET - Albums on Spotify again yadda yadda, also on Youtube playlists, here are some songs:

Voice

Mirai

Sunset Bicycle

Sunset Bicycle Beroshima Mix

Ok that’s it for this part because I’m tired. Can you tell how I mentally deteriorated over the course of this post. Alright ciao babes.

Oh I’ll put this here: Special shout out to Distortional Addict on Youtube who uploaded a lot of the albums above. Really great channel that uploads a lot full albums without ad breaks (what a saint) and plenty of info on them and other songs. Check him out!!!

[moondonky]

Trolling

The idea was to make u think, it's not to be obscene, it's speech and debate and parliamentary procedure in many ways.. for a while truth tried to wake people up.. tried to get messeges out, little warnings like wake the fuk up.. to the masses, pay attention rn.. it was always heavily censored.. u try it? How would u do it? U basically have to tell people the future.. it doesn't really matter if they believe it,, and even then truth is exploratory not the present, it's a progress of understanding...

Effin millennial y knot.. knowledge is the currency of the universe.. the most valuable thing on this planet.. lol Snowden said it first,, julian exposed it first,, anonymous dumped the most,, Satoshi went the farthest... little white rabbits dug out the deepest holes... excavated out narrative...

U can say shit,, all sorts of shit, look at elon and kanye.. what ur not allowed to do is really explain it, the proof is illegal to show it, its what really gets censored, none of them ever talk about secret societies of the upper echelons, assange is still banned on twitter.. elon is exposing twitter, but Snowden already told you a decade ago, and its not just twitter.. while people were distracted by a double bull market, u know cuz people don't really pay attention when consequences don't affect them,, sometimes it's good to feel the bottom.. ignorance is bliss but it's still ignorance, and people need to be smart to really get through shit, u really need to navigate to get to where u wanna get.. that's like space, people think it's straight lines n shit.. warpspeed my fukin ballz in yo mouth.. there is shape to traveling in space, the universe moves faster than the speed of light.. God's creation moves faster than the speed of light in every move we make... unless it is in you there is no dark in the universe, its in your mind... there's an outside, that's what most don't get.. the inner metamorphosis out of death.. I be just ramblin at this point I guess, just trollin.. if u read.. lol beyond algorithmic detection, u can tell someone something without them realizing u told them something or alot of somethings..

Lol as much as theve programmed people to be ashamed of it,, be fucking paranoid, stay frosty bitches