#queue cuz i need to get all of my drafts out at some point

[sdyuteiaok]

Got a neat RW deck to 5 wins--I had two Heroic Reinforcementss, plus the RW Ravnica doublestriker rare and even the landfall equipment and the rare equipment that gives +2/0 and flying and even snaps on, to help the double striker get through. He never dealt a single point of damage, though. He woulda won one of my games thanks to haste from my 2/2, but I was one land shy from being able to equip everything and cast him, pretty annoying. But I had some great games--I just needed some removal, I was just mainly banking on winning outright before my opponent can find his legs, which worked out often enough. I'm not sure if it was a trophy deck, though, since I had almost no removal outside of the 4/4 raid shocker and the rare snap-on equipment, maybe one actual removal spell I'm not thinking of. There was one, that one where my opponent was one attack from dead, where I believe I threw the game when I tried to hit the gas by moving my equipment from my token to my actual threatening guy, which woulda made my opponent dead to just about anything in a follow-up alpha. I shoulda just made the token do slightly less damage but force him to deal with it, which woulda exhausted his removal for my actual threatening guys. But I got antsy and he indeed had the removal once I blew all my mana moving everything over. I had a land for the landfall equipment, so the token woulda dealt 5 damage, which he likely couldn't spare, so he either he takes it and is in a super perilous position, or he wastes precious removal on this token, and then my other guys are ready to deal 8+ next turn, which would almost lock him out, barring another removal spell or flying blocker, which I don't believe he had. He mighta had one more removal spell, but in either case, my third, burly guy woulda closed the deal, but instead, I had to rely on the token, which couldn't hold up against his defenses. I only realized this was the crucial turn--the turn I moved my equipment over--after the game concluded, but I'm pretty sure this is the case. I was pleasantly surprised to find Untapped now has game replays, so I could probably study the tape to be completely sure. Anyway, the format is definitely not electrifying, but I like it just fine--it's, like most core sets, a nice change of pace. It does feel a little sluggish, when we often slog to the topdeck war portion of most games--there's not a whole lot of mana sinks or card draw effects, so it really does feel like an set from another era. I did have now my third total 3/3 Angel that draws when you gain life (got two in yesterday's draft), and I literally played half-on gainlands for her, plus two of the 3/1 Dogs that return permanents--one game I bounced two of my gain lands to draw cards, that's how desperate and hoop-jumping we have to be to draw cards in this format. Anyway, happy with 5 wins, but I feel like I coulda squeezed one more win, if I'd been playing just a little more sharply. The next draft is paid for, so looking forward to hopping back in the queue, which has thankfully been firing almost instantly. I'm old enough to remember these used to take forever, especially with the 8th guy in the queue, but for whatever reason, things are hopping. I'm in Platinum now, though, so I gotta stay on my toes, the easy wins are generally over, and we're consistently playing competent players now. Not to diminish the lower ranks, but it's a lot of people clearly trying out draft--possibly even Magic--for the first time or something like that. Which is great, cuz everyone should try Magic, and it's nice to get some easier wins when drafting is so expensive, but it isn't too satisfying beating them.

[bijonah-blog]

Cyrus Goodman in Episode 1 - “13″

[smolbeandrabbles]

Back on Love (Relentless pt.2) - Vince Kovac x Reader (Tangle)

The Honey

Author’s Note: I’m back on Vince Kovac TBH he never left, he’s just been kicking around. He knows when I need him, and gosh, do I sometimes need him. ANYWAYS. You’ve been waiting on part 2. So here we go! Disclaimer: I own no characters from Tangle, nor any plot lines / lyrics not mine.  Premise: The only way to keep Vince Kovac is to keep him guessing, and that’s exactly what you aim to do... But there’s shots coming at you from all sides, and if you want this one to last, you might just have to give in... Words: 4202 Warnings: Swearing / more sexual banter

________ I am so confused, I don't know what's up or down Should I leave or stick around? Am I lost or am I found? He's throwin' wisdom like a poet, Throwin' tantrums like a child But when he holds my hand, My pulse runs red and wild I was a fighter for my freedom, Now a fool for his touch He is a nightcap, a brunch buzz... Next to the nightstand I'm taking every pill he's got My head, my heart, my throat, my lungs, My stomach all in a knot I swore off suitors and the never-ending, needless drug I learned my lesson and I thought, "Yeah, I've had enough" But I'm back on love Back on love ...I'm a loser for this man I've been lost since our first date He is a tight-rope talker, I can't balance at all He says it's fascinating watching me tip-toe and crawl... My best friend made a list of ways his love is off-track But I don't give a shit, and I refuse to call that bitch back He might be messin' in New York He might be messin' with my head But I'll do anything to keep him messin' in my bed

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And so the work on your house continued. Only Vince seemed much more intent on simply checking you out rather than continuing anything verbally suggestive. And you would watch him too. Any conversation was kept professional and for once he didn’t hover, or tell you anything was wrong with your design. But it was bothering you... What had you said or done wrong? Heck, you missed his constant banter, it made work worth going to. On the eve of completion, Vince stood against the same door frame he always had, to watch you. You were packing everything away, looking at least a little forlorn. “You know, if you wanna change your mind this is the last evening...” you slung your bag over your shoulder. He raised an eyebrow; “Who said I’d changed my mind?” “Well. If you wanna have a celebratory one-night stand... which, is how I thought this was all going.” You stopped at the look on his face “... Why do you want a relationship out of me?” “Who said I did!?” He folded his arms “You didn’t have to. If you wanted to f**k me Vince, you would have done it that evening - or you’d still be shamelessly flirting with me every day.” “Problem is I’m too curious.” “About what?” “You...” He stepped forward; “The way you come off in your professionalism, versus the woman you might very well be underneath but wouldn’t let on to. See I want her... but I also want you. And I figure even a good amount of casual f***ing wouldn’t get me both.” You tipped your head “No. You have to earn me.” “Exactly. And I figure I’d been going the wrong way about it.” Folding your arms you weren’t exactly sure where this was heading; “... Why are you still here?” “Because I want... this...” Vince pointed from your feet and drew a line up to your face “...hanging out with me at the weekend, shotgun in my car, working on her drawings when I get home, coming home late from all her big meetings and just chilling with me and a glass of wine. But I also want whoever you are hiding under that - that you keep giving me flashes off - in my bed every night, and in the back of my truck on occasion. Y’know?” You couldn’t resist the chuckle; “That was endearing for half a second there...” “No but, do you understand... if this remains professional I will never truly know you and if all I get is to f**k you, then it’s just as bad. And when you meet someone else, and move on and settle down then what am I?” You let the pause hang for him to answer, “No one. F**king no one.” Literally and figuratively you’ll reckoned. Though with a face and attitude like his, you weren’t sure it’d take him long to get over it. “...But why are you here, now?” There was a silent oh! Before he smiled, “To ask you on a date... Saturday?” You were shocked, and for a minute you stepped back “You’re... serious!?” “Yeah!” “A date? Vince Kovac...?!” “Yeah. I’m open to what - but lunch or dinner is cool with me and if you don’t want candle lit, we can do this as casual as you like...” Vince gave a shrug “I know some good places - not near Kew mind! We’ll take you somewhere else...” He scratched his head awkwardly, and bit his lip; “...I just, think I wanna get to know ya...” *** You accepted his offer, not even pretending to do it begrudgingly, and you went out on Saturday for lunch to a cafe. You weren’t about to fall into this, and you were still weary of his attitude. But you were just as interested in him as he was you. Sure, he wanted to go on dates with you; but what was he doing when he wasn’t here? Was he simply taking his one night stands elsewhere until he got you in bed? And then what about when he managed that - would a taste be all he needed before he did move on to other things? You really wanted to be sure of this before he so much as got to kiss you again. And yet, part of you craved an ending to that evening... But his date suggestions were never bad, and it was him chasing you. Sitting at work drafting houses for others was extremely fun when every so often your phone would alert you to yet another text from Vince. And you wouldn’t even have to look at it; just smirk. Because you knew. Who else was going to text you? Most of your friends were here - or simply wouldn’t have the gall to bother you at work. And they would always read similar: I can’t stop thinking about you... Can we go out again this weekend? When are you gonna let me take you to dinner? To which you would often respond with - Shouldn’t you be working!? ;) Weeks passed and Manuel noticed something was up. But never directly addressed it - until one day he swung by your desk with a massive smirk on his face. “What?” You looked up from your computer. He leant on his hand, still smirking; “What!?” “I just ran into Vince Kovac in town.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah. Was telling me all about this architect he’s seeing. Says it’s going pretty well... forgot to mention a name but from what he’s saying...” You tipped back on your chair, daring him to say it. “It’s you isn’t it.” “I’m sure he bigged it up.” “Ffffff... unbelievable! Vince Kovac?! I thought you had taste!” You threw your pencil at him, to which he laughed “You coulda given me any card. Any card - there’s a reason you gave me his, and you know it.” “He’s your type.” “Oh, divorcee and known cheater - my type? Thanks!” “Well it’s clearly NOT stopping you!” You bit you lip and conceded that point; “I like him, yes.” “Is it serious?” “He wants it to be...” you shrugged “with his stats I’m being careful.” “Vince the kinda man you can be careful with?” “Meaning?” “Well, off to the next one...” Your phone pinged as if on queue, and you grinned “ He’s the one chasing me, Manuel...” you picked it up. “Vince Kovac with a girl like you... I believe that’s what we would call a travesty...” he shook his head “Alas I must call myself responsible!” “You must...!” You smiled back “Guess I should be weary he’s telling everyone!” “Not your name though..! For which I would be grateful! Or the press will get hold of it.” “Thanks!” You responded dryly, then tapped away a text to Vince expressing your horror at the new found information. Shit! You work with him?! Yeah, how do you think I got YOUR card!? I’ve been on projects with Manuel for ages-! Damn! Look I’m not telling everyone! I should hope not! If you wanna see me again! Aw c’mon, you’re not serious! Just to make him squirm in his head a little you left him on read, and looked back to Manuel who was waiting patiently for you to finish. “He does know who you are, doesn’t he?” You scoffed “I doubt it!” “Why cuz then he really would be telling everyone?” Manuel nudged your arm “Vince Kovac just got to build a house for a big shot architect - how many awards have you won??! How many times have you been featured in something-!? That blue in your hair is literally your signature! You gotta let Kovac Construction brag about that somewhere...!!!” “And they can, eventually! Just not yet! It’s better he doesn’t know!” Suddenly your mobile was buzzing; “See! Now he’s calling me!” *** Truth was you realised just how hard you were falling for him and that you couldn’t stop yourself. So you let him take you to dinner, and fell as deep as you possibly could into this crush while he sat across from you in his best attempt to dress up, and waxed lyrical about anything and everything he could put his mind to. You just liked hearing him talk, it didn’t exactly matter to you what the words were. But he listened too, because he wanted to know more about you - and he’d said such when he’d asked you out in the first place, so you figured you might as well let him. But you liked the way he would smile – and when Vince asked questions he didn’t keep them on the surface; yet at much as he wanted to dig into your life, not one of them was disrespectful and if you happened not to want to answer him, he didn’t push the issue… And so your relationship became that little bit more real, and before you knew it he was staying over for much longer than just one night... But you were still holding back, and you knew it was driving him crazy. “Good things come to those who wait, you know that right?” Though sometimes you doubted Vince Kovac had waited for anything he wanted in his life. “But great things happen really fast also!” He grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you up, walking towards your bedroom - you were giggling; “Oh no! Not to this girl!” “Nonsense!” “Vin! You can drag me back – it ain’t happening!” *** Your decision to discuss Vince with your friends was a bad move. You thought perhaps detailing nearly every little thing would help you figure it out... or... help them to help you. Apparently not. Instead you got a long string of complaints - that usually began with a sigh and the word “Men!!!” Some were a little more understanding, and would nod and listen before giving their two cents. But, others just wanted to lay into him for all they were worth. And that included your best friend… which was a little more awkward, so say the least. Because she was the one you wanted on side most. “Sounds like you should shift him before it gets to late!” “What-!? Why?!” “Isn’t it obvious-!? It doesn’t sound like he wants a real relationship, Y/N, just that he gets off on cheap thrills!!” “The guy practically lives with me - you’d think if he was like that he’d have given up. Surely they want it to be easy??” “Thrill of the chase, probably.” Well that wasn’t exactly the most helpful thing you’d ever been told. “So the answer is dump him?” “Before he uses you and you get hurt!!” “What if he’s not using me...” “You wanted advice-!” “Yeah, But I think asking me to get rid of him is a little extreme-!!” She huffed, folding her arms and looking you dead in the eye; “Is it, though?” When you couldn’t hold her eyes, with a sigh of your own she decided to be a little more brutal; “That man wants one thing and once you give him it, gurl, he will drop you and go f**k something else. He sounds God awful - give him the boot.” You shook your head. “Why do you want my advice if you’re not gonna listen!? Are you really gonna stay with this guy-!?” “I don’t know! Maybe I just want to prove you all wrong—!!! Maybe I just wanna prove myself wrong!!” “Babe…” She lent forward in her chair and took your hands in hers; “I don’t want you to get hurt. I’m just looking out for you... you do know that, at least?” “I do. But I don’t know what to do!” *** Today as he walked around getting ready and you sat up in bed, arms huddled around your knees – he decided that whining was his last-ditch option. Is it ever gonna happen-!? Like seriously what do I have to do?! You wanted to be careful about this, because whilst you didn’t want to lose him, not now, he still didn’t know who you really were. And you couldn’t give yourself to him when he didn’t. It wasn’t fair on either of you. Vince Kovac had to know you… and evidently that time was now. You took a breath, like delivering an ultimatum. “You don’t get to sleep with me until you google me...” He stopped wander and turned back to you with a raised an eyebrow; “What?” “You seriously mean you haven’t??” You ran a hand through your hair - Vince was up early to jog before work, and he was meant to be on the site just as early today. It wasn’t like to hadn’t chucked his name into a search engine to look at his company. You would have done it before you met him, if you’d have thought about doing so before you were half way out the door. “No, why would I...?” You shook your head at him, you were surprised, because he seemed like the type... but now he was curious. And he picked up his phone.You held your hands out; “Woah-! No! Do it when you’re at work or something!” not in front of me, anyway! He laughed “if I do it now, I can sleep with you now.” “Before work? Huh?” You raised an eyebrow in near enough disgust at his suggestion, “Can skip the run and just burn calories here...” Vince smirked, making you throw a pillow at him, “Shut up! Check it at work, after your run...!” “Why?!” “Not in front of me!!” He placed it down and leant across the bed; “Why should I do what you say?” You couldn’t help yourself, and grinned as you pulled him to your lips, “…You do  pretty good job of it so far…” ***  Vince did wait, because hell, he’d already waited this long. What was another work shift… Typing your name in he wondered exactly what he was expected to find. Then stopped dead and almost dropped his coffee. The first was a website - your name - extremely professional. Too professional. And the Instagram and Twitter to go with it. Both with the blue check mark. And then; F/N L/N to join ATD conference as key note speaker “ATD-!?” He clicked it “Holy shit!” That was a US based conference. And apparently you were going to be flying out to be a key note speaker along with two people he’d actually heard of. International superstars… Who the hell were you-!? He skipped back, and it was news story after news story about projects you working on, accolades you’d won and interviews you’d given. “She’s not just any f**kin’ architect, is she...?” He took a deep breath and exhaled. Damn, Kovac, you’ve really done it... When he got home you were sitting preparing for a client meeting tomorrow. It was drawn up, you just had to make sure to condense your proposal presentation. He trudged into the room slowly, and you looked up expectantly. “Just... who are you?” He got a little closer “You’re not... just an architect... are you?! Heck - you’ve worked with people that people not even in industry have heard of-! Y/N...! Just--!!” He laughed a little nervously “How out of my league am I here?!” You scoffed at that notion “YOU-!? Out of your league-!? Sorry, Vince Kovac, but no!” “But, I-! You’re making headlines around the world-!! Forget just Australia and I... I’m... I’m doing okay in Melbourne sometimes, I guess.” He ran his hands through his hair “You even have a signature that means people can tell when a building was drawn and then realised by you - there’s a whole damn article I read about that... and let me tell ya something, those buildings are gorgeous.” You leant on your hands with a smirk “Baby... you just built my design. You just built a house for me. And what’s more, you can now say that with context. How many people get to say that that ‘do alright in Melbourne sometimes they guess’!?” But you blushed a little “Thank you... though. I worked hard, but, part of me thinks I was just fortunate...” He sat opposite you, looking like that was the last word he would use; “You created a movie theatre that looks like a film reel.” “Oh-! In my home town?! Yeah that was my first one!” You beamed “it’s been a good while since then.” “That’s genius.” “It was stupid. And I tested a lot of limits, and many more nerves!” You grinned “That’s all we wanna do - bend physics to our will and defy gravity.” You pointed to him, “You’re the level headed ones that keep us firmly on the ground - preferably with cement.” You shrugged “But like I said before - you realise our vision too. And sometimes better than we could ever hope to draw it.” He leant on his hand and stared at you for a minute “…Your height and your hair… That’s the other one.” “Oh, tabloid headlines about the miniature blue-haired architect who likes doing weird things with glass and metal?” You’d read enough of your own with great dramatic effect to friends of yours. “…What’s the dream, Y/N… Surely you’ve… what are you doing in Melbourne?!” “…Well I preferred Sydney, but my company moved me down here… As for why I’m with a company, because I assume that’s the next question, I’m not quite Frank Gehry just yet… I like it in Australia… it’s home…” He took another breath; “Why me.” “Why not you?” You folded your arms and leant over your drawing; “…Who should I be dating? Who better than someone who owns a construction company – I already said you’re meant to keep my feet on the ground – you understand my industry, and you’re from home. Believe me – whoever you think is in my league, I’ve been there and done that, and honey… none of them are you.” You tipped your head, because his expression was still nearly unfathomable, “So… What are you thinking?” Vince sat back for a moment, and mulled it over in his mind, before his blue eyes came back to yours; “…Like I haven’t earned you…” and then quieter “…I’m not the kind of man who deserves this yet.” *** There was some kind of weird element to your relationship for a few days after that. And Vince continued to be a little awestruck, even if he pretended it didn’t phase him. You didn’t really mind too much, but it was a little strange to think his attitude would change just because he knew who you were. Maybe he felt like now he had to prove to you he was worth it; but then why just because you were a little more well known than you’d ever let on did that instantly mean you should demand respect. Vince should be displaying that outlook no matter who you were... That didn’t mean it wasn’t sweet to have him act like this with you. And suddenly everything was a little more delicate and he toned down his more vulgar forms of flirting. Which was funny because you basically just toned them up, and that seemed to confuse him that little bit more - but had him smirking at every sentence you would say. And you knew that secretly, though he might not say tt at the moment, he was loving every single second. This playful tone you were running with let him know that you trusted him enough now - that whatever he wanted to do to you you’d most certainly let him do. But he still gave you that I gotta earn you look.  This morning when his alarm went off he wound his arms around you; “Come running with me...” “No...! It’s too early...” You groaned, you weren’t due into work until after 10, and you were expecting a lie in… apparently no such luck. You knew Vince wasn’t about to leave you alone. “Come running with me...” His voice was more persistent as he kissed your shoulders, your neck, along your collar bone and when you giggled and tried to hide your face in your pillow he kissed that too; “Vin! No!!” “C’mon...” you weren’t deterring him from his trail of kisses; “I thought you liked running before work...” “On my own terms...” you peaked at your own clock “Not at this ungodly hour..!” “Y/N...” he kissed you again, sighing your name in a way that made your skin prickle. Oh. You felt him grin; “C’mon...” the run of his hands was dangerous and you caught them in yours “...you can’t tell me you don’t wanna...” “This early..?” You grumbled; face still in your pillow “Mmm...” he pulled his body warmth from yours, which made you groan again in discontent as he pulled you up. Why is he such a morning person on the days I don’t wanna be-!? “Vin....” You whined, as he placed his hands either side of you this time kissing you into silence “Come on. What are you afraid of? You won’t beat me?” “I believe the word partner doesn’t mean it’s a race!” “Dunno. It’s kinda a race...” You smacked his arm and allowed him to drag you the rest of the way out of bed; “See!” He coaxed half in mocking “Then you can be back in bed before you know it... orrrr...” he smirked “you could come shower with me.” “F**k off!” You stretched, with a yawn, “...I’ll be way too awake to fall back to sleep and you’re for sure earning the shower thing-! You WISH that thought would cross my mind.” “Though it clearly does...” he smirked again, but then sighed; “And I know… I’m well aware now of exactly who I’m earning…” You scoffed and proceeded to push past him to get ready, “Feisty this mornin’ are we-!?” “Blame yourself-!! You woke me up!”   As he predicted, you were running circles around him by the time you were half a mile up the road... you ran ahead and then tracked back, looped around him - ran off again and did the same.“Vinnnn—!” elongated pause “Hurry uuuupppp—!!” Vince sighed, frustrated “This isn’t exactly partnering with me now, is it!!” He heard you laugh but you didn’t respond until you wheeled back; “I told you before, you gotta keep pace with me babe.” “Definitely did not think that conversation was really about running!” “And maybe it wasn’t!” You gave a wink, “Are you asking me to slow down-!?” “Yeah then I can actually, y’know - talk to ya!” That made you laugh again - and you sprinted another tight loop before slowing down to match his pace and rhythm. “Better.” There was a slight growl of approval to his voice that made you raise an eyebrow,  “Geez, how do you run this slow.” “F**k off!” Again your laughter filled the quiet morning air; “I’m kidding this is like a good distance pace, babe, I like it! I got no problems!” “Oh yeah-! Sure you don’t!” You laughed again, nudging his shoulder playfully with your own – as you made sure to keep within brushing distance of him. “Not with your running anyhow.” “Oh, for F-” *** Given to who you were, sometimes you had days where clients would contact you from your website – rather than going through the company – and wanted to talk with you about drawing houses, or offices, or the like… These calls had a habit of being at odd times, with you in Australia and them /almost anywhere else/ in the world. And that left you always looking for something to do on the days they rolled around. And huffing to yourself about why they couldn’t be Australian millionaires; because if it all went smoothly, you supposed you’d likely have to travel to their country of origin. Today was such a day, and you weren’t about to sit around at home all day waiting… So you drove yourself into Melbourne.  “Excuse me… Are you… Y/N...?” you were in town, doing some shopping of your own when you heard your name. It was said almost a little uncertainly; the type of thing you were used to hearing from a fan. A student who was about to tell you that some of your impossible architecture was inspiring their final project... Or anyone who was just a fan of your work. Calm and timid and looking to do anything but inconvenience you. You glanced over your shoulder towards the origin of the voice and froze. Hoping that panic didn’t simultaneously cross your face. Not a student, probably also not here to talk to you about your architecture either - you would highly doubt it. You’d seen pictures, Vince wasn’t attempting to keep his life hidden from you - if he was going to make this work he probably wanted you to meet his kids... But, this was something a little bit different even than that. You turned to her and swallowed hard - unsure of what the correct thing to say even was. But you knew her name well enough... “Ally…” ---

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[mystic-scripture]

Bit of a Life Update Before I Build a Life Model Decoy Queue

So, as some of you may have noticed, I am not terribly active lately. I’m planning on queuing a bunch of things to show I do still go on here, but I’ve been having a rough go of it mentally. And I don’t really talk about all this stuff on here, because I’m the sweet, supportive, and always happy Mystic/ Gwen depending on what you call me here. So for the sake of those that don’t really want to have that image shattered/ don’t want to read, I’ll  continue after this line. 

For the TLDR; I am having a really hard time personally/ mentally, and might only be present Via Queue or reacting to things I’m mentioned in. 

I work two jobs, making my week total at six days. I work as a food service worker at a high school kitchen, as well as an associate at a small business Pet Store that just had a shift in ownership. On the days I work both, I have about enough time in between to maybe eat some food and physically get from point A to Point B. Both of them are pretty labor intensive jobs that have me running around like crazy. I work from 8:30 am to 7-8:00 pm.

Now, the school is my first job of the day, and is significantly more demanding than the pet store. I have been shuffled around town, had my hours moved, changed, and been thrown into a new situation every week at what was supposed to be a standard gig. Thankfully, the store hasn’t been too busy, since it isn’t really our busy time of year. 

 However, I’ve been making a lot of mistakes, been late several time, and just ‘not being the Gwen (they) hired’ due to putting so much of myself into the kitchen in the mornings. Something really major (in a bad way) happened in the store, and unfortunately, it’s something that (while not completely) vastly fell on me. Because of this, my boss (the owner of the store) basically don’t me I need to step up again (cuz ya know, I’ve stepped up a LOT in the past, but that’s a different story) or I’ve fired. It’s not what they want, they even said ‘losing me’ instead of cutting/ fired, but it was a conversation had at the beginning of my shift, and I had to pluck up and be customer happy for the rest of the night. 

The same night, my dad talked to me about stepping up in the house. Because, yeah, I’ve been tired, working two jobs and haven’t really been helping out, I’ll admit. But I’m a 26 year old living at home with my parents, who were holing up my grandmother as well (she went back to my aunt’s but beside the point). I get up, work, commute, work, and come home. 

I know I should be doing more things. (My mom suggested exercise, which brings on a whole new facet to this anxiety and depression). The problem is, I am so bone/ soul/ emotionally tired every single goddamn day, that I usually am catatonic watching tv or doing mindless shit on my phone. My best friend from work is equally as busy as I am, the car I use is strictly for in town and work use, and my only remaining friend from High School works insane hours overnight as an RNA that I don’t really see her anymore either. I’ve had three largely unsuccessful relationships that just made me hate myself more, and no matter how hard I try, I’m still failing to do the ‘one job’ I need to be doing: Saving money to move out and have my own life. 

I barely spend money on anything, I buy some food items, yes, and occasionally I’ll get the one or two frivolous items, but for the most part, it’s essentials only, and bills (school, phone, car insurance, etc.) and I am still having weeks where I’m getting over-drafted and given fees. It’s not always my fault (my pay check from the pet store only cleared a week and a half after I deposited it, and sadly, not the first time I’ve had that issue), but maybe it is. But it’s hard to go out and do things when everything in this world costs something.

It’s just been really disheartening, I don’t want to write, I haven’t made anything in forever, and all I can do is clean my room as I try to slowly strip away to just things I need, and things I know I’ll regret getting rid of (not that every one of those was saved). I feel like an island eroding away into nothing, and I’m just accepting it because I don’t want to bother anyone or make my problems seem bigger than others’. 

I spend nights lying awake, just wanting to cry and let out a tiny bit of the depression I feel, but it’s so deep, the tears are in my soul, and can’t reach the surface. 

So, if you only see queue things for a while, that’s why. This ended up being way longer than I wanted it to be, and I thank anyone who stuck around this long. 

I love you all and if you want to message me, I’ll do my best to reply as quickly as possible. 

Love and Hugs, 

🌸Gwen/ Mystic🌸 

[kusunokihime-a]

     [ So this is a long time coming: basically my thoughts on this blog, and...honestly what to do with it. Before anyone (if anyone) panics, I’m not leaving. I’m just...well, conflicted. About a lot of things. So this is gonna be me rambling about my options, feelings, and just...idek. If you wanna know what’s up with me and my sucky activity lately, um...give this a read? No idea how long it’ll be - I’ve got a lot of ground to cover. In short...I’m considering a hiatus, or maybe remaking, or...maybe both? Maybe neither? Hence being, as said...conflicted. ]

     I’ve had my misgivings about the blog overall for a while now. I think, in part, I’ve tried spreading myself too thin. I’ve had this blog for over two years now, and granted while a lot has changed...I still have pages that aren’t finished. I have muses that have never had a single ask or thread. At times I wonder if I have too many, if I have too few, or maybe I should go back to my roots and have the blog JUST be Ryū’s again.

     But I don’t want that. I don’t think I don’t want that? Some days I’m so frustrated with various things I want to drop everything. Other days I want to do even MORE. 

     ...I’m getting ahead of myself. And yes, this is mostly me talking to myself. I think better when I write things down, and...honestly, I need some major self-reflection. If you don’t want to get into my “personal” life, then uh...skip ahead a bit. I dunno. I just feel like it’s vital to understand where this is coming from.

     Basically for at least the last...we’ll say four months...my mental health (while it’s always been very poor) has gotten...exponentially worse. Especially worrying given that I have NO mental health care, and never have. Basically a lot of “real life” issues have been popping up, escalating, and bogging me down until I’m at the lowest I’ve been in...a very long time. I’d wager the last...more than ten years? It’s just that all these bad things have happened or gotten worse this year, and all at about the same time.

     Which makes doing ANYTHING, let alone something like running an RP blog...very difficult. I know I put on a very happy, positive face...and while that’s a lie, per se...it also covers up a LOT. I realize no one likes to bring the negative of their life onto their blogs. And a lot of us have a LOT we’re dealing with. I just...am not sure how much longer I can keep this up.

     ...especially given that, again, I can’t afford any kind of help. Therapy, medication, ANYTHING. I’ve been fighting a very off-kilter brain all my life without anything to aid it. I’ll be blunt: it’s a miracle I’ve lived this long. And part of the reason I HAVE, is because of the friendships I’ve built here. Some have been lost, some are newly started, but...a lot about this blog has kept me afloat.

     Which, getting back on track, is why it’s so...distressing to me that I’m slipping here. Things aren’t how they were, and I’m not sure how to fix them. I dunno if it’s purely my slipping mental state (very believable), or if something actually DOES need to change here.

     Granted, there are things here that frustrate me. I have a good number of mutuals, and despite having open posts rather often, especially over the past month or so, I have interactions with a very small percentage of that...and even less of that is something steady. Don’t get me wrong: I ADORE everyone who writes with me. And to those who don’t, I’m not angry. I just feel like...I need to clean things out. Narrow my focus. To be frank, it’s...disheartening to see how many people I follow/follow me, and how many reach out. Granted, I don’t go to others’ inboxes willy nilly, but...I’ve put out a LOT of inbox calls. A LOT. And despite some people I’ve not interacted with being online when they’re posted...it’s always the same (lovely) people. Like...what else can I do? Hence feeling like maybe I need to remake, get the cobwebs dusted out. Start over with a fresh slate and maybe not feel so...bogged down. Maybe be a lot more selective about who I follow, and just stick with the people who have put in the effort, y’know?

     As I said earlier, I have muses that never get touched, either. Granted, it may be due to their origins (as all of the muses I have in mind are OCs). And though a few people have at least hinted they’d like to interact...there’s little to show for it. Which is, at the very least, partly my fault. But I guess I also feel like I should cut those muses if they’re not going to be written with. Which...sucks, cuz ALL of my OCs have YEARS of planning put into them. I’ve been writing/planning/RPing ALAS since 2012. And yet those like the twins, and Hinode, Ayame and Higure feel very...unwanted. Which I can understand: not everyone is gonna like every muse. Hinode’s technically the only one who hasn’t had any playtime. But the rest are still significantly beneath the canons, and those like Ryū and Reika. So I wonder if another way to clean house is to just...either cut muses entirely, or...move them to some kind of side page? idek at this point.

     My blog just feels very...disorganized, which drives me UP the wall. And yet I also lack the energy and the drive to finish it up: especially given that I’m not sure what to do with some of it. Keep it, cut it, change it...I dunno. And that’s both frustrating and anxiety-inducing.

     ...I dunno. I have some drafts and owed things I’ve been staring at for ages, and I just...can’t seem to think up a response. I dunno how to get my mojo back. I dunno if a hiatus would help? I’m not even sure it would last: I spend a lot of my free time here, and don’t have many other hobbies to fill that slot. But at the same time I’ve spent that time staring at owed things and wondering what the heck to write. Which means I’m not really doing it anyway.

     And then there’s my sideblogs. Several of which are very important to me (my art blog, drabble blog, nightwalkcrs, etc). If I remade, I’d have to move them all over, and all their content...which I can do with a queue but gods that’d still take ages to go through everything. Especially since some is from date-specific challenges. And the drabble blog’s got SO many posts @~@ Granted, some of the sideblogs I need to cull anyway.

     ...I’m just...feel like a chicken running amok with my head chopped off. I dunno where to start, what to do...I owe drabbles from the giveaway from over a month ago, and I still can’t think of what to write. (If any of you want something else...let me know, because I feel awful). I’ve been here almost three years, two of which are on this blog (and like eight months on the first, which...let’s not go there). I don’t want to lose what I have here. I don’t want to LEAVE. But I feel like if I don’ t change something, I’m gonna reach a point where I have no other choice but than to just dump everything.

     I dunno if a hiatus would work. I dunno if it’s worth remaking. But something’s gotta give, and I dunno what’ll be first: me, or the blog.

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Cuz I use tumblr like Pinterest or even image search engines like yandex images (it's actually a lot better than Google images for finding interesting images). So i like to just collect stuff.

Key reasons why tumblr is infinitely better than pretty much any image collection platform like the aforementioned and also ones like Instagram or Twitter or whatever:

The reblog system. The via chain. The upcoming reblog balls. These are unique to tumblr ways of finding blogs I'd never have dreamt of finding if I relied only on a algorithm that looked for posts or blogs that were "similar". Because I don't want stuff that's similar I want stuff that's interesting. And I know this is pretty niche because most people don't care for finding random interesting stuff, but for niche users like me and some people I've met through doing this, tumblr is excellent.

Which brings me on to my next point - the dashboard. Having a feed or timeline where people can take in the stuff I'm sharing makes what I'm doing so much more meaningful. And I meet interesting people through this. Some people genuinely crave as many posts per day as possible. And the people who don't can unfollow. My unfollow rate is healthy and high, and I'm very happy with that because it shows people are taking the choice to not have their dashboard consumed by my posts. The people left following therefore genuinely want as many posts as possible. But hey what if people can set the number of daily posts they wish to see from each person they're following? A strong contender for another unique to tumblr feature, further solidifying my will to stay here more than any other platform.

Furthermore having your posts placed in a dashboard for other people to scroll through makes the incentive to post SO much higher. And so the content shared gets way better because there's that need to show your followers all the cool stuff you've found or made. It's like with stories you post lower quality stuff but on a feed or dashboard you're always placing your top notch posts.

So yeah I mean I could easily use Pinterest or yandex images or Instagram or Twitter or we heart it.... But tumblr is better. It just is. It has more image grid view 3rd party clients than it's cousin twitter (which is inferior in its content resharing attribution amongst many other things), it has more features like queueing posts and drafting posts, it has immortal reblogs, it has SO MUCH that's unique to it. And I know it's not meant to be like Pinterest but it's so much more enjoyable to scroll through a blog rather than a set of pin boards that are designed to push you out after scrolling for a bit due to weird quirks in the app I've annoyingly discovered. Other platforms force you into using the algorithm generated content feeds using annoying quirks but tumblr gives you more of a choice to scroll through any pool of content you like. And combining the save for later post feature (replacing likes to save for later) with the already perfect queued reblogs feature would pretty much eliminate any spam in user's activity feeds, and choice would be the reigning champion on this wonderful platform.

Now obviously since barely anyone hits post limit as you've said, this is all very niche and therefore unimportant to the core userbase of tumblr. But as someone who likes collecting and sharing large numbers of images per day and has done so since like 2012 on other platforms, tumblr is my favourite, and I've found a lotta people with tens of thousands of even hundreds of thousands of posts here, so I can gladly say I've found my community on tumblr - even if it's a weird niche community that sorta annoys the devs and half the people on here lmfao. I hope this clears some things up anyway because from the perspective of someone who uses tumblr in the way it's supposed to be used, you know, as a social network and blogging platform, it's probably puzzling as to why anyone needs more than 250 posts per day or more than 1000 likes (preferably bookmarks/saves that don't display user activity feed notifications) per day. Everything I share is genuinely interesting to me even if it seems random or stupid (which is usually the purpose honestly, aesthetic rabbit holes are fun). So I'd never share the same thing a million times or share anything for the sake of anything other than building up my archive of stuff I find cool and Sharing it with other people who also find it cool. Peace 💜

Hello! Do you have any idea as to why the post limit is still in effect? The number seems pretty small for a current day user and it seems to me like something that would've been taken out years ago.

i have some idea. here are my thoughts. a couple main reasons:

there needs to be a limit of some kind, always, as a kind of sanity filter and technical limit to prevent one account from publishing tens of millions of posts in an hour and breaking tumblr. we have the same kind of limit in place for how many blogs can be followed. so there’s that. this is surmountable but it’s a technical challenge.

we need to prevent spam and bad actors from doing malicious things. having a “low” post limit is one, very old school and basic and incomplete, way of handling that. we have a lot of limits for this reason that you may never notice: limits on how many mentions can be in a post, how many API calls you can make in a day (or per hour or per second even), how many asks you can send, etc etc etc. these limits are designed to prevent one account from really abusing the platform. bad people still find ways to fly under these limits anyway, but at least there’s a throttle on their behavior.

we just don’t have a better heuristic or algorithm or something to replace the above two points. not yet anyway. we’re working on it. automattic (the company that owns tumblr) has this product called akismet that’s pretty good at fighting spam and finding these bad actors, so at least that could solve point 2. having to solve for point 1 would be easier: we’d likely switch to a per-hour limit or something you have to really be abusing tumblr to hit.

also worth considering that the number of people (not including the spammers we catch) who actually literally hit the daily published post limit per day on average is much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much fewer than you think. i know the number because i put the logging in place to find them. i’ve contemplated making a dashboard of just them to wade through what they’re posting and ask them why they feel like publishing more than 250 posts per day. i just might! if you’ve hit the post limit, please tell me what you’re up to on tumblr so i can understand better.

also also also very important thing worth considering is the product experience for your followers. if people are able to post 5,000 posts a day and actually do so, for example, your followers’ dashboards will be overrun with posts from you. we already get a ton of complaints about this kind of problem, and it makes tumblr harder to use for some people. this is actually one reason why we made the “Best stuff first” algorithmic dashboard – it helps even out the posts on your dashboard when you’re following people who can’t be bothered to use the queue or not make tons of posts. that’s probably a big reason why Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, etc, all have algo-powered main feeds.

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Therapy/Counselling diary #8 (my memory is baaad plus some general frustrations and encouragements)

This past week was kinda hmm... nyeeeeh. I wouldn't say I did anything particularly exciting or new or memorable and I was kinda sickly but it wasn't bad bad and that's all that matters ^^ My memory is bad bad baaaaad in other words, same as usual lol

I’ve decided I’m gonna try to write this weeks (or well, last weeks) stuff using the tumblr app this time, I haven't really used it much, but it's been pretty neat so far aka I cba to clear my desk and use the pc. My typo rate is srsly v. high tho and I wanna shorten the words cuz phone typing and effort but I think I actually type about the same speed with my phone as I do on the PC hah... If only I could read back the text and edit stuff easier as I go along though... oh welp. (Whoa phew, I thought I accidentally posted it by accident lulz the app gives a 'it posted' notification when I save it as a draft what even lol)

This weeks counselling app was... pretty alright, though I'm feeling the pressure and the nerves more now because as predicted I am expected to try even more harder with the communication and skill learning stuff for next time and I really arghhh xwx I only just got over the last wall and the next one seems way more difficult to scale... but I think I can do it... I just need to push away the unhelpful thoughts and persist..! >^<

So that sheet about emotions and thoughts I had to do... I only managed to write two small things but it's something at least, we didn't actually look over it this session because we were still looking at the unhelpful behaviour sheet from last last time which was a slight relief but I still have the sheet now and need to fill it by next week xwx

The behaviour we went over was to do with comparing yourself to others and I really can't remember a lot of the things that was said gdi... maybe I'll just bullet point some of the important stuff and the rest will come back to me easier... and so I don't forget even more lol I'm just feeling extra lazy and unmovtivated hahaha.. ugh @v@"

🍰 Every person has their own views on things/their own way of doing or reacting to things and there is no right or wrong way in essence. Like baking a cake, one person may use so and so ingredients and the other such and such or even something that seems pretty unconventional but they both still result in cakes. Another person may prefer the taste of cake 1 over 2 and another person cake 2 over 1. No one is wrong in their choices, it’s just personal preference.

🥞 All professions work together in harmony and are necessary to make up and keep up a society. There is no need to be ashamed of or think lowly of your profession because it is just as important (eg. trash collector people, some people might think lowly of them but without them there would be a mess of vermin and disease etc etc as juxtaposed with another profession like a doctor which is usually thought highly of).

🍕 The only way to break the cycle is by doing. Doing will provide you with the experience and evidence needed to override your negative presumptions and this in turn will allow you to get past the things holding you back and grow. Your beliefs should run on facts and not irrational thoughts which probably hold no truth at all. 

🍔 Like reading a book, you only know as much as you've read (your current and past experiences and beliefs), but there is still so much left to learn and absorb if you push forward and continue. The parts you haven't read yet (future experiences and knowledge etc) may be the positive and powerful parts needed to neutralise and flip back the negative beginning chapters.

🍝 You live in a place where freedom and choice is encouraged and accepted (unlike some other places in the world where people live under strict control), so why would you willingly choose to cage yourself in with all these rules and restrictions..? (T^T Idk why... but I don’t want to no more that’s for sure!)

🍦 Everything you do should be for your own approval and not anyone else’s. It’s your life and your choices, not theirs. Your own opinions matter most and your own wellbeing should be your priority. Do it all for yourself.

🍩 I would really like a doughnut right now, damn. I can’t have any of these foods rn cause of my diet lolol... they’re unhealthy anyways ^^”

These are some really awfully phrased retellings of the stuff the counsellor told me, but that’s basically all I can remember right now but they give very interesting and useful views on things. Normally I would rephrase them even more or not include the examples but w/e I need to stop being so afraid, just get it all down nice and straightforward and truthful! Yeah, I could've just used the actual bullet point formatting but food emoji is much more exciting of course :D I literally can’t think anymore about last week, I’m just so overwhelmed with this week, my head hurts with the mental effort x^x I decided to go back to using the pc, the app is good for brief things only I guess.

In terms of doing something brave or well out of my comfort zone, I walked down a few streets on my own and went to collect some post. It’s something I’ve done before (though not completely on my own) but I still had a hella awkward time at the desk cause the queue was kind of jumbled and idk if the person before me was actually someone that came after, I thought maybe they were an employee and went behind them instead or maybe they skipped in front idk ugh... I really suck at looking and remembering people’s faces sometimes.

If I wanted to go somewhere else on my own my parents would probably not let me go and my dad would lecture me all the safety things even more than usual (seriously, I get the don’t talk to strangers type of line every single time..!). I’m not a child, I shouldn’t have to ask for permission and this time I didn’t ask, I just said where I was going and why and left but if I tried that to go anywhere else then they’d get ruffled. But the main thing is the communication again I guess, as long as they are informed, it’ll lessen the stress and make them more open to me taking my own initiative. 

Like I understand they want me to be safe, it’s what parents do and I obviously don’t want to run into any trouble too, but sometimes being too overprotective and overly cautious means I’m just stuck and can’t grow at all. It just goes to make me even more scared of the world, when I should be out there doing things like everyone else, it sucks. 

I know in parents eyes, their daughters and sons will always be their kids, their babies, but at some point they will see them as adults too and well, that just isn’t happening for me. I haven’t proven myself worthy of the adult title and I also feel I don’t deserve it yet, it seems a long way off still but it feels so ridiculous, but what is age but just a number anyways, everyone goes at different paces. I shouldn’t dwell on this too much and just try my best to prove to myself, yes myself first and foremost, that I can be an adult, I can be responsible and independent at least a little more. I need a better action plan really... besides the vague, get a job, learn to drive, cook etc. idk what else @^@” I’m getting a little ahead of myself with even this though, gotta not forget, take things slow and gradually, baby steps!! ^^

In my other endeavours with art and posting things online, it’s just come to a stand still or gone backwards actually, I’ve just gotten so scared again, I can’t put a pen to paper or even leave a comment on other people’s stuff anymore and it feels really awful, like why can’t I just do it and forget about feeling foolish or judged or inadequate, I keep overthinking again gdi..!! >^< I keep wanting to plan things and have things all perfect and ready instead of just getting things done as I go like other people... damn, I keep saying like other people, constantly comparing myself to them, that’s another reason I’ve gotten scared to try again with anything. 

Gosh, these unhelpful habits are for reals and are the worst, at least I’m more aware of them though, maybe I can fight them back a bit better now that I know how draining and evil they are... Okay! I challenge you unhelpful habits!! Imma throw you in the trash and get my ass moving! You’ve got nothing on me! I can do it!! Ugh... ;^; No no, no sad! Fight fight fight! Go go go! ò^ó

My sis got me a lot of gifts relating to art, she encourages me through this and her kind words and wants me to do well, I want me to do well too and to show my gratitude with action, so imma do well and make a lot of nice arts to be proud of! They don’t have to be perfect! I saw a quote that was something like ‘even the pages on your bad days are better than the ones on the days you did nothing’ (I just totally butchered that lol) or something like that and it was like, damn, that’s true. A little practice even if it’s not serious is better than nothing at all! Okay okay I’m pumped!

The stuff I had to do this week is to help out at the front of the shop, gain some experience and converse with customers..! I already attempted it once for a short time and welp, it was scary but I guess not that bad (also I kinda botched up a phone order maybe) but I keep reading into things too deeply and negatively and it scared me off and now as usual the week is ending and my opportunities to try are limited, need to get my ass in gear, c’mon I can do it! Don’t be afraid, you’re doing well, keep going! ^^”... go go go! ^u^

Maybe I can kill 2 birds with one stone, sit and observe but also draw, space is limited though so idk if it’ll work out but there’s no harm giving it a try I guess. Must not forget to fill in that emotions/thoughts sheet ugh, I should have done it as I actually do stuff but I do things in bad and unconventional ways. Need to break a lot of habits. I downloaded this app that is supposed to help you build new healthy habits, so far all it’s wanted me to do is to drink water when I wake up so I feel more energised lol but I did it and it does help, I wonder if I can build a lot of other good habits too, it certainly makes things feel more fun in a way.

Everyday in my mind I want to look over the days happenings in a more positive light and congratulate myself for all the small things I did that I maybe I wouldn’t have some weeks ago, so I can see how much I actually improved and have put effort in. Even though on the surface it just all seems meh, I want to let myself see how things have actually become a little easier and how the negative thoughts relating to them has begun to affect me less and take up less space in my conscious. Be proud of yourself and all your endeavours, silly!

Hmm, this post is probably shorter than my usual one but oh well, I don’t want to spend too much time rambling or ruminating or being a paralysed perfectionist, I’ve got other bigger fish to fry! And draw and eat omnomnom! Yolo! x3

Okay okay, now I’m going to go do some artsy fartsy stuff or at least have myself set up for it and my conversing/experience gaining challenge hoo! Believe in yourself, you can do it! Let’s go go! :D

Have a lovely evening and keep trying, keep flying! ^^

[bijonah-blog]

Cyrus Goodman in Episode 2 - “Outside The Box″

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*:･ﾟ✧ Every Episode: Andi Mack ( S1 E6 - She Said She Said )

“ Know what? You’re a really great boyfriend; but not such a great friend. At least to me.  ”

[bijonah-blog]

*:･ﾟ✧ Character Aesthetics: Amber (from Andi Mack)

“ Amber Alert! Amber Alert! That’s right, I’m still saying it. ”

[bijonah-blog]

 ok but cyrus/jonah flower shop au anyone?????

- like cyrus just frickin loves flowers and plants in general

- basically his whole fuckin apartment is covered in different kind of plants and you could think he pretty much has at least one of every kind

- (but actually when ppl tell cyrus that he just starts to laugh and wave it off being like awh no honey not quite there yet but i will be)

- plus he lives together with his bestest friend in the world andi who is a passionate indie artist and yes their rooms are as messy as you’d think they’d be with that combination

- buffy the star athlete and the third piece of their group coming over a hell lotta times though bc besties and them all just chillin on the ground inbetween all of this mess eating snacks and laughing about life bc cuties

- cyrus basically owning this tiny af flower shop in the middle of the city )while wearing a cute as shit florist apron!!!) while still going to college tho

- like his education is important to him but also he frickin loves how it feels putting smiles on other ppls faces by doing what he loves so he tries to manage that life as good as he can

- one day this guy coming in asking for flowers for his girlfriend and cyrus being all happy about helping him out and asking what exactly he wants and all despite him being low key disappointed for a sec cuz he actually thought that guy was cute but welp what can u do

- that guy not really having any idea about flowers tho and being just like “uuuuuh just pls do smth u think would be best; anything pretty rlly” and being really thankful tho bc cyrus saved his ass from having to choose smth on his own and possibly screwing it up

- the stranger coming in again after a few weeks and being all like “thanks mate!!!! she freaking loved the flowers. can u do smth like that again???”

- cyrus being all playful like “lmao so u maybe plan to come here more often? u know, to get flowers? really hope so cuz i could use some more regular customers. if so it would be only fair to i know ur name tho”

- that guy being all like “yeh lol that’s the plan m’name’s jonah”

- jonah leaving happily with another bouquet of flowers

- him actually becoming a regular customer and him and cyrus always having casual but comfortable chatter like “oh how’s amber doin???” “naw mate she’s mad at me bc i did smth wrong but idk what so i hope these cheer her up a bit”

- cyrus getting jonah more and more into meanings behind flowers and stuff and teaching him to always change the bouquets up a bit in order to fit what he’s getting them for or what he tries to tell her with em and jonah always being a hundred percent happy with what cyrus ends up making

- low key cyrus still thinking that jonah is cute but not necessarily in a crush kind of way but in a i wouldn’t mind going out with him if he asked kind of way

- at one point jonah actually stopped coming over tho

- cyrus always being kind of sad and disappointed whenever he heard the shop door bell going off and it wasn’t jonah coming in bc he low key misses their conversations but him getting over it after a while

- one day after a few months jonah Actually stepping by again tho and cyrus tries to hide his excitement so he just greets him with a bright smile being all like “wanna get smth for ur girlfriend again?”

- and jonah just giving him a sad smile being all like “uh no. actually we broke up a while ago. i’m just here to get some flowers for my grandmas funeral.”

- and suddenly cyrus realized why he has stopped coming over and that that probably also won’t change for a while and his expression also falters bc yikes funerals but he helps jonah out as always anyway of course despite the mood not being all too happy go lucky as it usually was between them

- cyrus giving the bouquet to him and jonah thanking him with a subtle smile, turning around to go out of the door but then turning back just when he was about to leave with sort of unsure expression in his face being all like “uhm i know this might sort of be a weird question rn giving the circumstances but i just wondered if you’d like to go out some time??” with a lil hopeful smile on his lips

- cyrus face immediately lightning up tho he tries not to be too frickin happy about it cuz u know jonahs grandma but him still nodding like “yeh sure, would be awesome. just hit me up when it’s best for you”

- bonus: him doing a little dance behind the cash register as soon as jonah leaves cuz yeah fine maybe he did like him more than he thought he did

- also andi n buffy being excited af for him bc they just fuckin knew that he was smitten with that guy

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Am I the only one who completely loves Doug??? Like???? He’s so precious???? And adorable???? I’m officially the president of the Doug fan squad.

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*:･ﾟ✧ tag 9 followers that you’d like to know better

got tagged by the lovely @rowmeyer thank u gurl!!

name: nadine star sign: aries aka the best one average hours of sleep: uuuh i guess about 7/8 hours?? lucky number: don’t have one last thing you googled: ‘does classical music help you focus‘ because i wanted o know if classical music helps you focus favorite fictional character: chloe motherfrickin price what are you wearing right now: besides underwear and socks? an oversized flannel shirt. when did you start this blog: uh technically over a year ago cuz this used to be my gaming blog (rip. i low key want it back now) but then I changed it to an andi mack/multifandom blog about three weeks ago number of followers: 168 what do i post: actually /post/ - edits and gifs of andi mack (maybe some other fandoms in the future, text posts related to anything, occasional andi mack headcanons/aus and photos of myself. reblogging? whole lotta stuff of other fandoms and a lot of things that hopefully puts a smile on the lips of the people who see it (aka my happy tag). do i run any more blogs:  yeah, a lot. this is the only one i’m using atm though. i’ve got a 5sos/bandom blog called mikeyloser, two sideblogs to that which are my mentioned moved gaming blog punkmax and my ‘pretty people’ blog ravingbeauties and a rpt/rph blog called dreamyrp. got a few others that aren’t worth mentioning as well. do i get a lot of asks: occasionally, i guess??? like every other day i get one and it low key makes my day then. why did i choose this url: i wanted to make it clear that my precious son is bisexual and everything else i tried sounded terrible so i choose this one.

i tag: @heliophelic @shawnmendesislife20 @lesbeanflowers @verygaycyrus  @lousytrash @dean-is-bi-till-the-day-i-die (same btw) @that-one-tater-tot @suuperstitions @lostcontactwithreality  

[bijonah-blog]

close friendships between people that are deeply emotional are important and pure and i’m all for having them be represented in modern media. however, as long as a guy and a girl can’t look at each other without it instantly meaning that they’re in love i’ll apply the same logic to same-gender pairings.

[bijonah-blog]

I just wanted to do a text post about thanking people who have ever called me out on something racist, transphobic, etc. because you know I’m a white cis girl and sometimes I fuck up and I sure as hell did multiple times in the past but then I realized that I’ve never, not once, been called out. Or at least I can’t remember. And this is bad because I definitely should have been. There are so many things in the past that I’ve said that were definitely hurtful. Unintentionally, but hurtful none the less. And if someone would have told me “yo, this is wrong!” there is a huge chance that I’d have stopped sooner. So please, can we just make sure to tell people when they are wrong or ignorant about something? Because it helps. It might not seem to work immediately a lot of times, but it’ll most likely make the person think and that’ a success in itself. Nothing can be changed if people don’t talk about it. This is so important, please.

[bijonah-blog]

*:･ﾟ✧ list ten songs you’re currently vibing and tag ten people

ok so this was hard cuz i’m not listening too much music atm or at least no specific music but i was tagged by @rowmeyer  so thank you darling <3

1. She Likes Girls by Metro Station 2. Freaks by Anarbor 3. All Time Low (Jon Bellion Cover) by Patent Pending 4. One Of THOSE Nights by The Cab 5. Jamie All Over by Mayday Parade 6. Strangers by Halsey feat. Lauren Jauregui 7. Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko 8. Am I Pretty? by The Maine 9. Girls by Beatrice Eli 10. I Don’t Wish You Were Dead Anymore by Bowling For Soup

i’mma tag @gnightsocialite @lela-queen-of-the-water-tribe aaand @thegoodhaiircrew (which are totally ten people *cough*)