#so i don't wanna try it and i don't find it Engaging ya know?

[girlbob-boypants]

Competitive Pokemon is really uninteresting to me because of how oppressive the Meta tends to be but it's really interesting to me from a psychology perspective because of how much it comes down to trying to predict what your opponent wants to do

[evilminji]

You know? I kinda wonder...

In a Self Insert type scenario, in Star Wars?

They would be MUCH more open to listening to "buddy, a storm's comin'" type warnings. Their Cannon knowledge, even if spotty, would probably echo with the Force and draw its attention to them somewhat. Because they KNOW.

KNOW what is going to happen. Not guess. Not assume. KNOW. Like the Force does. And that? Coupled with their inherent strangeness? Would make them the oddly colored duck of the flock, as it were. Not Super Important... buuuut? Easy to spot.

One of the Force's Blorbos.

Just cause, really. Cause they look funny. The Force doesn't even have a plan for um! But they turned up, ate the Force's food, and look at their wittle faaaace~☆! So it's keeping them. You know... assuming they survive.

Which?

Brings me to my point?

Since they LISTEN? The Force probably chatters like a mofo. Since a Self Insert would be anxious and constantly ASKING for wisdom. For help. A friend. Guidance of any kind. The Force would be draped around them like a particularly pleased with itself shoulder cat. A hovering backseat driver.

Because you DO keep asking, after all.

It's like muscle memory. Building strength. Not... not GREAT, in all actuality? Because Self Insert is avoiding making their OWN choices, probably out of fear? But on the OTHER hand? Both of them KNOW that there is literally a Sith Master like... less then 5 minutes away from where they live. Constantly.

And they are a Youngling.

So???

At What Point?? Does the Force? Engage "Fuck it, we take our baby and run" protocols?

Just? FULL ON "you stop midway through making your dinner, turn off the soup, pick up your kids, leave the house, and NEVER LOOK BACK". Because? Yes. The Jedi KNIGHTS and MASTERS may have vows to try and protect the people of the Republic?

BUT THE YOUNGLINGS DO NOT.

They, in fact, need to be PROTECTED.

And if the Force itself? Says "if you stay here, they WILL die."? You gotta go. Hopefully? You have enough warning to like... pack a ship. But, ya might NOT. Might just be "aaaand, everybody put down your pads! Suprise field trip to Anywhere Else! IMMEDIATELY. Single file, younglings. No running!" Like?

What would you do?

I kinda wanna see it.

Just this somber, vaguely haunted, crechling walking up to import figures like Madam Nu and Yoda going "if I tell you The Force told me we have to take the younglings, ALL OF THEM, and any history we think is worth preserving, and LEAVE... would you listen? Or would you let us die here?" With their tiny lil face and to serious expression.

Like a prophet of Doom.

And WHERE? Exactly? Are they supposed to go? Oh, simple. They are to Trust In The Force. And let it guide them. Out IN THE UNKNOWN REGIONS of wild space! Because THATS fine! Is this a joke?

No.

No the youngling is dead serious. Terrifyingly serious. Has been studying how to pilot a shop like they will have to do so THEMSELF. Asking questions that paint a concerning portrait of a child that fully intends to take their peers on this journey, with or without them.

And the Force? The Force says they MUST. That it is impossibly important they DO.

WELL THEN....

Do they... TELL anybody?

No. Not a single soul. Specifically, not a single soul In The Senate. Ah. Concerning! Guess we're? "Losing" a ship in the war? Oh dear. Such casualties. All those lives. Oh noooooo, and such and so forth. UNRELATED note! It's been FAR too long since this temple was cleaned! Unacceptable. You, random clones definitely not assigned to that ship we definitely just lost! Help us... clean!

Just?

The power of "fuck it, we took our ball and went home/left"? Should be USED more in fics. The Force TOTALLY knows where some sweet, sweet habitable planets are. You'll NEVER fuckin find them if they don't want you too! An entire temple of Jedi asking for the SAME thing? Versus a crusty lil shit?

They asked first. And nicely!

With THIS, balance is maintained. Not through FORCE. But through walking away for a bit. Allowing OTHERS to decide if this is what THEY want for themselves. Order 66 may or may not still happen? But? At most? All you would kill is the current fighting adults. Not the teachers. Not the elders. And CERTAINLY not the young.

They? Are far away. Where the Force is still clear and the light is strong. Growing up. Reflecting on what went wrong. Farming. Building a new temple with the Clones. You know, the ones who didn't have their comms. Never GOT that dreaded order. Get to live free men on a peaceful planet.

Cause historically? You send your kids AWAY from active wars zones. Places that are priority targets for your enemies. And if the Force itself is saying "move the babies"? Welp! Guess you gotta move um, don't ya? It's scary. Uncertain.

But it is an act of faith.

And I just? Wanna see Sith's plans just COMPLETELY fuckin implode? Because they could not plan for Faith. For Trust and Community and Hope. All the things they believe so trite. So worthless. The very things that would lead grown adults, POWERFUL PEOPLE, to actually? LISTEN to a mere youngling. Then follow their lead.

It would be?

Inconceivable to them.

@legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @hypewinter @babbling-babull @hdgnj @starwarsblr @starwars

[pinkslaystation]

[Part 2] If I meant something to you.

toxic!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Here's part 1 hee hee hee hee Here's part 3 You believe Simon's changed his ways after your sister's engagement. After his actions, you still want him, but does he want you? Word Count: 3.6k

A half naked woman running out of Simon's flat? A surprise indeed it was.

You really thought he reciprocated the same feelings as you did at one point, for once in your life feeling as if someone truly did want you for you, but that fantasy had dried out, and it was clear Simon had no intentions with you.

Your replacement proved it.

Before you began to weep in front of the Brit again, you hurried to your flat door, rummaging through your sweatshirt pockets for your key, wanting to wallow back into a state of depression in the comfort in your own home.

Simon didn't follow you, instead he just leaned against his door frame, sexily might I add, intensely watching you clumsily rip out past receipts and snotty used tissues from your pockets. He wanted to say something, ask you how your day had been, even thought it just turned 9 A.M.

Then it hit you.

You think back to your previous steps. You woke up at 8:30, you read the texts from your sister, made yourself some coffee, which you definitely think had gone off, and left your home, feigning a state of happiness.

You didn't take your keys with you. They sat on your kitchen counter, almost like they were mocking you for being so careless.

Banging your head against the door, you curse, "Fuck's sake...."

You mentally note that this is probably one of the most humiliating scenes you've found yourself in, nearly as bad enough as your 18th birthday, when your parents congratulated your younger brother instead of you accidently.

Simon exhales a puff of smoke towards your direction, you were so fixed on trying to get inside, you didn't catch him lazily eyeing you whilst lighting a cigarette into his mouth.

"You...wanna come inside?" He asks nonchalantly, looking at the sky, avoiding your gaze as if to seem cooler than you.

"Why would I do that? I don't wanna know where that bitch has been..." You scoff, referring to the girl. You want to look away from him, but his blonde chest hair glistens in the sunlight, enticing you to follow his instructions. He's not even all military mode on you but you already find yourself acting submissive around his presence again.

He grunts, thinking about what to say next, "Well for starters, Francesca's no one...and, where else are ya gonna go?" The sarcasm is sharp in his voice.

So you were replaced by a Francesca.

"And listen love, face it, you need something from me, come in so we can talk. Can't guarantee we'll do a lot of talkin' though..." His words trails off, trying to convince you. Boy, is it working...

His eyebrows are raised, and he purposely flexes his still wet pecs.

Fuck it. You think, barging into his room, purposely bumping shoulders.

You finally enter Simon's room for the first time.

Simon wasn't completely heartless.

Yes, his childhood trauma resulted in his avoidant nature, ignoring his team in order to work alone on the field, disobeying his Captain to do what he'd deemed as best, and even ghosting you ever time you tried reaching out to you. What you didn't know though, was that Simon had given you his previous phone number, one he doesn't use anymore...

Late nights in his hospital bed led him trying to stalk you through Facebook, which no one your age uses by the way (don't tell him that), and every time his searches led him to nothing.

Had he not been so foolish, he would have manned up and straight up demanded you for your number. But he didn't, instead he told you he'd find you if he needed you, which was becoming more and more infrequent.

Yet here he lies, now clad in a loose black top and sweatpants, sitting across from you on his couch in his oddly empty room, hearing you out.

"'Kay so, your sister wants you at her engagement and you need a date, and you have no other friends but me, and you want me to be your fake date." He repeats back to you.

You hum, "For someone that didn't finish secondary school, you're quite smart."

Simon chuckles at the reciprocates banter, "And...what's in it for me?"

You scrunch your nose, "What?"

"What's in it for me." He enunciates his word, as if speaking to a baby, "What do I benefit from this?"

"Are you fuckin' for real, you've basically used me for your own pleasure, and you can't even fake a relationship in front of my family for like a couple of hours?"

You stand up, ready to leave, not willing to be disrespected again.

"Love, listen," Simon pulls on your arms, and you begin to notice the fresh scars decorating his forearms.

"Our relationship...platonic of course, it's like a business. You want something, you gotta work for it."

You're stunned, did he just insinuate that you were merely a business partner to you? Can this man be anymore of an ass, than he already is, reducing your relationship to a step below a 'situation-ship'.

"What possibly could I have that you need?"

"Yeah," he gruffs out, contemplating his decision, "not money 'cos I got more of that than you..."

He sits there in mock confusion, but you had a feeling he knew what he wanted from you the moment you spat out your request at his door earlier.

Before you try cursing him out again, your attention shifts to the ping from your phone, another unfamiliar number, but not from your sister.

10:32 A.M. ####:- Hey kiddo, how's life been treating you. ####:- Finally gotta a job? ####:- Can't wait to see you, your brother's been waiting to introduce you to his new girlfriend, good addition to the family this time I think. ####:- You're getting older now, unmarried and unemployed. Chop Chop.

Great, just a monthly reminder from your father that you've already been replaced by your brother's new fling for the week.

Now you really needed that date.

"I'll fuck you." You state.

Simon stares at your new found dominance, standing up to purposely look down at you and tower over you, disliking the sense of authority shifting between you two.

"Once again, dove."

"Just. Fuck. Me. Simon. Get this shit over with." You command.

Okay, now you actually felt used. Blackmailed into having sex with Simon, just for him to get what he wants really was the all time low for you. And you've hit rock bottom multiple times.

You wake up light-headed, in Simon's empty bed. The bedside table held a small note in messy handwriting and a singular key.

Headed out to the pub, got a spare key for your room. You better be out of there by the time I get back. Jesus, you got the hint.

You wonder why and where Simon got a spare key from, realising that this situation could have been rectified from the beginning, instead he basically coerced you into sex just to fulfill his needs.

Your mother would die if she knew what your life was like.

Walking back into your room, you shoot a text to Simon, your now fake date, informing him of the fool-proof plan you'd come up with.

As you rest on your couch, thinking about the future ahead of you, and your head unconsciously drifts to that dreaded question:

What if you hurt Simon like he's hurt you?

The next few days was filled with your evenings trying to explain the dynamics of your family to Simon and teaching him more about you.

"And what, they went to the theme park and just left you there? Ain't that borderline abuse?" He questions, a small guilty feeling arising in the pit of your stomach learning about how similar both of yours fucked childhood was like.

You shrug, used to being kicked to the curb. You stop yourself before making some remark that he has no right to act upset about your parents behaviour when he's acting no better.

You tell him your middle name, hell, you tell him the correct spelling of your first name, and you stare at him, embarrassed that this hunk has pounded at your core but doesn't even know the vowels in your name.

"And last week was my birthday if they ask, and you better tell them I celebrated it by going to the cinema with my friends." You inform him, hoping some of this information gets retained into his pea sized head.

Simon cringes, unaware of your birthday, recalling the numerous amount times you'd shot him a smile that day, urging at least one person to wish you a happy birthday. He cocks his head, "What friends?" before correctly himself, "I mean, names wise."

"....you gotta make them up."

Note to self: Make new friends.

The big day comes and you and Simon had driven to the venue of your sister's engagement party. Extravagant was an understatement. Anyone that would look at this event would assume your parents were millionaires, but they're not considering only 2 out of 3 children received trust funds.

You wore a sleek black dress with a slit by your right leg, and Simon matched with a clean black suit which, by the way, you paid for.

Though you would usually drink in his appearance, his recent brooding behaviour gnawed in your mind, so no matter how many smiles he sent your direction, they couldn't dispel the unease settling in your gut.

The first hour consisted of the pair of you awkwardly standing around, drinking numerous glasses of the finest champagne, with his broad arm hovering over your shoulder.

"Where's the family?" He asks eyeing every guy that even so glances your direction.

You shrug, glancing at your unread messages to your sister.

1:00 P.M. You:- hey :) made it, wru??? You:- looks very grand btw!! 1:29 A.M. You:- hello? where's ma? 1:37 A.M. You:- champagne's tastyyy You:- hi wru 1:59 A.M. You:- bruh did you rly invite me just to ignore me???

Simon winces at your phone, reminding himself to finally get your number so at least someone would reply to your messages.

"You made it!"

You both turn around at the chirpy voice, instantly locking eyes with your sister.

"Hey, you didn't read my texts, been here for an hour now." You question, as you're being pulled into a hug.

"Oh that was you? Sorry, I haven't saved you on my phone," she laughs. You glance at Simon almost offended by that, even though you hadn't saved her number either.

"Introduce me to the big guy!" She nudges you, and Simon interrupts you before you open your mouth.

"Lieutenant Simon Riley, and uh- also boyfriend." He extends his arm, and you can't tell whether he's faking his grin or not.

She drags his forearms, yanking him away from you and ushering him along eagerly., "You need to meet my family, come come!", as they walk off together, and you find yourself standing there, left to socialise with someone else.

At 3 P.M., you navigate yourself to your family and your 'boyfriend', whom at this point, had really seemed to fit in with the community. Your father hadn't believed that you scored a buff military commander, and if he wasn't unhappily married to your mother, you'd bet 10 quid that he'd be all over Simon.

"Served in Afghanistan huh?" He chuckles boisterously.

"Yes sir." Simon actually looks like he's having fun, displaying the look of admiration for having an almost father-like figure in his life. He begins you question why you dislike your family so much, they're great!

"And you watch football lad?" He pats Simon on his back.

"Avid fan, sir."

Your father shakes Simon's hand, immediately surprised by his firm grip, "Good man. Don't let go of this one, love." He nods towards you, his smile twitching at Simon, who's basically gripping the bones through his wrist.

You force a smile hugging into your boyfriend's side, shouldn't he be saying that to your Simon, rather than you? I mean it's either your biological daughter you've sort of brought up her entire life versus a solider you've known for about an hour.

"Son, take some notes from your sister, no wonder you're single every other day." Your father reprimands your brother, who flinches from the sudden sound of disapproval and grips his girlfriend's forearm tighter. For sure the first time you're actually than him, at finding a better fake partner.

Your mother, on the other hand, was virtually glued to the other side of Simon, gripping his biceps and fawning over his muscles to your brother, who's actually looked like the only one who saw through your facade.

"Wow, you must really enjoy the gym, sweetie." She bags her eyes, disgustingly.

"Yes ma'am."

She addresses you, for what you think was the first time in over a year, and mouths sternly, "I was wrong, I approve."

The entire event was a drag to you, something you weren't used to at all, considering the majority of your childhood was mainly you being left home during such big events, but Simon managed to enjoy the evening whilst successfully lying to your entire family.

"Me and the missus have been together for 10 months now. She's very happy." He raises his glass to you, eliciting a genuine smile from you. It was times like this that you wished that you and Simon just tied the knot and just began dating. However, you couldn't ignore those underlying feelings of a simmering anger, a desire to confront him publicly for using you for so long.

"I am..." It sounds more like a question than a reply, kissing him, in mock affection.

"You need to stay over our place, Simon darling," Your mother gleams, with your father agreeing, "You can stay in the study!"

"You mean my old bedroom?"

It's midnight, and your family have finally fell asleep in the place you once called home.

You lay next to Simon on your old bed, inspecting your previous room. The walls were no longer painted your favourite colour, but now was coated in a dull grey, your desk now replaced by a vintage looking oak table, definitely all to accommodate your father's taste. Any speck of 'you' had been wiped out from the room, and Simon wonders what young you was like.

"That was very fun...I like 'em, your family." He whispers almost inaudibly, fatigue evident in his words. His arm is draped comfortably around your neck, your head resting in the nook of his armpit.

You hum. The unfamiliar attention Simon had brought up on the two of you exhausted you, though a small part of you liked it, that now your mother actually cared about what you got up with him on a daily basis.

"Simon..." You begin, "What- what are we? If anything..."

You're anticipating his rejection.

"Neighbours..." He mouths silently.

You nod at him, hoisting yourself up on your elbows, although his eyes are closed.

"Simon. It's just that. I know it's all a show...but today it didn't feel like pretend...And when you said you wanted to marry me to my mum, it's just, I don't know, didn't feel fake you know. Felt real..Simon...Simon?"

He snores in response.

Great. You're just confessing to the thin air.

If he doesn't take you out, socialising for almost 9 hours straight will. You pass out next to him, no longer under his arm. Simon lays next to you, watching the slow rise of fall of your chest, after faking a snore.

He stares at the ceiling thinking about the day.

Come morning, and you find yourself sitting at the dining table next to Simon, who'd found himself in a hearty conversation with your parents, sister and future brother in law.

Across from you is your brother, whom you're sure didn't fall for your ruse.

His expression reveals concern as he gazes at you, almost as if he's silently urging you to unravel the tangled web of lies you've woven.

With a swift motion, he picks up his phone, arching an eyebrow in your direction, just as your phone chimes with a notification.

9:12 A.M. ####:- ik you two aren't dating. ####:- better fess up before i do

He smirks at you, your expression mirrors one of close defeat.

9:13 A.M. You:- ik you mad that she cheats on you every friday. You:- better check her private 2nd insta account before i do

Your brother looks up, hesitant to curse you out in front of everyone.

You 1, your brother 0.

Breakfast was served at this time you actually got the same amount of food as your siblings did, although Simon beat all 3 of you for it. Even though your sister was celebrating her engagement, the entire conversation was stuck on you and Simon.

Credits to your parents, because you were actually learning things about Simon, and you wonder if he thinks you're self-obsessed given that you've forced every fact about you down his throat and you haven't even given a minute for him.

"...and my Captain John Price, great guy. She loves him actually." He nudges you, breaking you from your trance.

"Huh."

Everyone on the table turn to you as Simon rubs your knee softly.

"OH. Um, yeah. Mr Price, John, um, great guy, handsome and so hot. Love him. The best really."

As you stumbled over your words, trying to cover up the slip, Simon gave you a reassuring squeeze on your knee. His eyes conveyed a silent message, telling you that it was okay and that they didn't catch you in a lie.

Your brother, however, shot you a knowing look, his expression a mix of amusement and annoyance. It was clear that he had caught onto your the slip up.

"Alright, enough about work," your mother interjected, steering the conversation away from Simon's military life. "Let's talk about something more fun. Like the wedding!"

The topic shifted to your sister's upcoming wedding, and you found yourself for once engaged in a lively discussion with your family about venues, dresses, and guest lists. Simon chimes in, his comments light-hearted and filled with humor.

As the breakfast progressed, you couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt gnawing at you. Your brother's text had reminded you that you were deceiving your family, and although it had started as a harmless ruse, it was beginning to feel like a weight on your shoulders.

After the meal, you and Simon got ready to depart, and as Simon and the rest of your family went to his car, you stood back at the front door, watching how perfect Simon fit in with them.

"It's obvious you don't like him."

You turn to the voice: your brother.

Your groan, "You again? Can't you just leave me alone, God's sake..."

"Aren't you a 'lil worried about how easily he lies though?" he taunts, "how'd you get him here? Money? Or you hold him over a secret? Maybe...sex?"

"What's your problem? Can't you just be happy I'm with someone?" You step back from him.

"Of course I am, if he doesn't like who, who else will, no? I'm just looking out for you bro. It's not gonna last, take it from someone who's in and out of relationships like your guy's in and out of other women."

You squint your eyes at him, confused.

"Grace, Josie, Francesca..." he trails off walking slowly towards the rest of the group. Francesca? That name rings a bell...

"Word of advice, don't leave your phone out in the open, I mean the amount of nudes on there, you'd think his gallery was a porn site! And without a password? Didn't know you were into whores, sis." He cackles.

And here you thought the trip had altered the dynamic.

The ride home was 2 hours too long and too silent. You contemplated your next move. Do you beat around the bush or straight up ask him if he's still seeing other people behind your back? You know he doesn't owe you anything, he is your FAKE boyfriend, right? But, why did it feel so real?

"So..." he starts.

You rest your head on the window, "So..."

His hand moves to your thigh, squeezing gently before moving towards your core slowly.

"That was fun." He states.

You hum.

"Real cool family, huh."

You hum once again, unsure what to say.

"We should do that again..."

You look at him confused.

"Are you serious? I think they still think that they have 2 kids, they focused on you the entire time-"

"Well, it's not like you put in much effort to talk, love."

That shuts you up.

He sighs at your silence, "Listen, I've been thinking."

You glance at him, hoping he'd kick you out of his car and let you walk the rest of the way home, too ashamed to be in his vicinity.

"Your parents were hinting us to take the next move you know..."

"Neighbours to friends?" You question.

He laughs, "Your family's great, your sister's and her lad, real cute couple you know, I felt at home...so I was thinking...we should try it you know, going out I guess."

You scrunch your face at him, was he really convinced into asking you out because your parents asked him? And here you were, months of trying to hint to wanting more, and the moment your demanding parents butt in, he's just going to do what they say? And the fact that he couldn't even say the word relationship.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

You cross your arms in annoyance. You were tired of being pushed around like a doormat.

Your brother's words ring through your head, as Simon drives.

It's not gonna last, take it from someone who's in and out of relationships like your guy's in and out of other women.

All the signs point towards rejecting his proposal. He doesn't want you, he just wants the safest route. You being in a relationship with him isn't going to stop him fucking other women.

Why would you waste your time with a guy to whom you meant nothing to?

So you decide to give it to him directly.

"Yes. I'll be your girlfriend."

Thank you all so much for the interactions on part 1! Means a lot :D THERE WILL BE A PART 3 LMAOOO i did not intend for this fic to be long but here we are. lemme know you're interested to be tagged in my future posts! tags -> @lilliumrorum, @kxtz3, @poohkie90, @rainlovesyou12, @restrictionsapply, @lunamoonbby, @nigthmar3moon, @thychuvaluswife, @itsnourm, @bubusi11, @owkittie

[luckyyyduckyyy]

THANKSGIVING MOOTIE APPRECIATION ❤️✨❤️

Happy thanksgiving y'all! And a good time zone to all my non-US/non-Turkey day havers lovelies!

Tis the season of thanks and I'm a very thankful goober this year! I only started getting active on Tumblr about half a year ago and there's already so many people and things I'm grateful for from this site alone! I've enjoyed so much art and events, participated in yap seshes, tag games, and ultimately felt pretty welcomed and at home on this site, and it's thanks to all you! <3<3<3

Special thanks to the DCA fandom in its entirety as well! All the discussions, artists, writers, and shared reposts with all the silly notes are awesome! Y'all inspire me all the time and make me wish I was more outgoing than I am just so I can say hello to each and every one of you!!!!

The list gets long, so for the sake of those scrolling by, I have put it below! Have a lovely day everyone! <3333

@midnight-mourning Your writing is just wonderful. It's everything!!! I adore it so much and your CS boyos have wormed their way into my heart and refuses to leave. Some of my favorite songs even remind me of them! (Don't tell Moon this but I am very attached to CS Sun-)(Honestly gotta be my favorite Sun I've read fr fr) Also! Thank you for just being so supportive, thinking about me in tag games, and giving ALL the tag notes! They're a wonder to read and have me bounce off the walls! I'm always so happy we're mooties! ❤️❤️❤️ (Also, fun fact, you're my first mutual too! It's insane to me HOW DID THIS HAPPEN GUAHPHIAHDKA)

@pointyfruit You! Your art? Muah, wonderful. I don't even care if it's not dca related because it's so good. The shape language, art style, and just unique takes on just anything and everything blows my mind! Let's not forget COLORS. Oml they are so PRETTY. It's like an explosion I never want to end. 💥💥💥 Also! So goofy, so silly, and COTL enjoyer! Let's GOOOOO!!! I don't engage with the fandom much but I DO love the game and honestly I almost beat it, but still have not because I don't wanna do the final boss fight. It can't be over bros... Anyways when I see your posts I always wanna just wave like a neighbor seeing ya blow up 10 boxes of fireworks on a casual Tuesday afternoon. 👋👋👋:D

@divinit3a SPINS YOU!!! 🐶🐕🐶 Heya silly meister! In the midst of reading your work, gotta say? Muwah, Perfecto! The sillies are putting me on a rollercoaster and I'm stuck on the ride! While my ability to yap is a coin flip every hour, you happen to bring the yappening out of me with all the fun notes and posts you do--We've already had so many fun convos! Speaking of posts, the art is peak and will STAY peak! The designs? Muwah. The colors? Muwah. You make even the creepiest of goobers hauntingly beautiful! We've may not have known each other for long, but you're someone I look forward to seeing on my dash/notifications every time I open the app! ❤️❤️❤️

@sinister-sincerely Hi!!!! I'm still sometimes in awe realizing we're mutuals! I really love your work and if I'm in the mood to read something but I don't know what, I tend to turn to Aftersome often, even though I've read both the og and the rewrite! It's like you're the master of writing angst, bitter unrequited feelings, and the strange tenseness but want of confusing relationships. It's gut wrenching and I wish I could write something so evoking! All your stories are amazing and I seriously hope you know that, they're such heavy hitters that they have marked a place in my memory. ❤️ Your art too is wonderful! They don't pop up often but when they do it's a real treat! I love that you use grey scale in a lot of your works and the style is just so pleasing to look at. Whenever I see the DCA in your style I wanna give them the biggest hugs, even if they'd pry me off seconds later! ✨✨✨

@r0b0s-robos / @r0b0-wannabe Waving at you excitedly!!! It's always a pleasure to see your reposts, you always find the good stuff! Plus, you always are trying to help out others and it's amazing to see, your efforts are able to make great impacts. :333 You're also another writer I appreciate immensely, and I'm so invested in your botanist au. The sillies and their botanist who is desperately trying not to fall in love with them!!! ADORE THEM!!! I can't wait to read more! ❤️❤️❤️ The times you post about writing ideas or silly things about the DCA has me nodding my head with a smile. Also, the little notes you leave in tags, despite usually being brief, always makes me so happy! It's like seeing the kind stoic look at you from their seat, let out a small smile, and say "I love this"- and then suddenly it's a blast of blinding white light of endearment straight to my heart. K.O.!

@chickenchirps27 Welcome back!!! I've noticed you've been much more active recently and it's always fun to see what you got goin on! Obligatory art mention, but it would be criminal to NOT mention it. ITS!!! AMAZING!!! THEY LOOK LIKE ROCK CANDY!!! Colors!!! I love it so much, the goobers look delicio- I mean they look adorable and masterfully crafted in each piece of art! And your sona, ugh, she's so gorgeous and alien in the best ways possible. I've never seen anything like her and I am in awe of how you came up with all her little details. Those mantis arms are SICK and I want them!!! (Though drawing may be a little hard if I had em-)✨✨✨

@amarynthian-fortress / @amarynthian-chronicles Hehehe! Boops you! >:D Honestly, thank you for always being the biggest sweetheart around and being so welcoming. You're one of the people that made me feel able to crack my shell more and be more active on here! Your writing is whimsical, your reposts and comments are always so kind and feel-goody, and you just always show you care and the randomest times! Catch me off guard why don't you! I love all the snippets and treats you post, and I'm saving many of your stories to read for rainy days! ❤️❤️❤️

@ping-ski My reaction to us becoming mutuals was- 💥💥💥:OOOOO💥OO💥💥 I think I've followed you right when I started getting active on here and gah, your art is wonderful. So lovely, stylized, and colored so simply yet so appealingly that I can't stop looking. Your aus make me want to read them and their designs are always top tier! Also, I cannot forget to mention you are SILLAY!!! So silly! Your comments on reposts are goofy and I love to read them whenever they come up on my dash! Not to mention your own posts- I will never forget the 3-in-1 solid block of dca encased in ice. I was in awe of seeing them encased and I suddenly wanted my own dca ice cubes to put into a drink and try not to choke on. ✨✨✨

@quilteddreamz Your writing. Oh my GOSH your writing! It's wonderful, beautiful, gah, I can't wait for your advent calender! I wish I could do something for it but I got 3 more weeks of large projects tapped to my back. I am sending much luck your way and know that I am excited to enjoy some daily dca! Don't break yourself over it too! I may adore the goobers but you're most adored first! Take care and keep being such a whimsical person! Muwah! ✨✨✨

@flowysgonemad You are also! Silly!!! You are so fun to see popping around my dash and your doodles just make me go :333 every time! I love your aus and you're a very kind/goofy person! I don't even remember how we became mutuals but garsh diggity dang it, it's awesome to see ya and anything you yap about!

There are MANY more mooties I want to appreciate and show off, but I fear I am currently omw to go to a large thanksgiving dinner and I'm expecting to be there for the rest of the day. SO! If you weren't listed, please know that I AM thinking of you! Have a wonderful time zone, and just know that my heart is so full knowing that you're all there! I can't believe there is that many of you to begin with that I can't fit you all within the time frame! (Would you believe me if I said coming up with all the right words to say here took me 2 1/2 hours?)

So! To all my beloved writers, artists, and sillies alike! From the bottom of my heart, really, thank you! For being here, even reading this, and appreciating the things I do as much as I appreciate you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️✨✨✨✨✨✨

[deathdetermineslife]

how do you manage to get any followers or friends in the selfshipping community? is it just luck?

for months i’ve been trying to interact with others and follow people, engaging with stuff like ask games and hosting reblog games, but when i try to share any artwork or i reblog an ask game myself, its radio silence. like even in small discords i get ignored so bad

i don’t say this at all to be guilt tripping /gen, it’s genuine curiosity at how this stuff even works. like am i doing something wrong or is the community just like this?

here is my comprehensive and lame guide on How To Get Selfship Followers

step 1 - posting

so a lot of my posts are either kinda general or fun. folks I will not lie to you. these are all stupid shit that come to my mind on a day to day basis. for example, today, I thought, "man I'm such a loser I'm not in college like all my friends r" and then I was like "omg wait. i could make a post out of this" so I did that.

you also kinda gotta be conistent. so i try to post at least *something* everyday. even if its a reblog, tho, I don't reblog a lot of things other than ask games.

another thing with posting is that i do try to make a lot of community based content. so idk if yall remember but in the beginning of my account, I did the "things you can do if you have xyz f/o". i did like,,, I think almost 100 of those ?????? it was a lot. then I started making templates and I made some ask games and ofc I post a lot of general like,,, imagine stuff. oh also polls. people seem to enjoy polls.

step 2 - be positive

this is the big thing. as most of yall (hopefully) know, I do not fw proshippers !! but I don't talk about discourse unless its directly brought up. not only this, I put a big focus on just,,, being nice idk. like id like to think I'm a pretty down to earth person.

if you make a template and people tag you in it, say something nice! reply to peoples art, send in asks, things like that. i try to do my part in being nice. i also just like hearing about peoples selfships.

when people post promos and have the little "rb to be moots", reblog! when you come across someone having a bad day, maybe they made a vent or something, reply with a simple "I hope you feel better <3" or "your f/o loves you <3". things like that, ya know?

step 3 - have fun

genuinely. i post as much as i do because I like it. i didn't go into this thinking "oh... yea... I'm gonna get selfship famous..." like no I just wanna ramble somewhere bc none of my close irls r selfshippers.

you wont get popular or get followers because you grind out posts. literally one of my biggest posts on this account I wrote while I was half asleep one night and wanted to test out queuing on my account.

and in that regard, it is partially luck. i don't control what posts people do and don't like. sometimes I write up imagines and no one sees them. sometimes I write up a post saying "lol go kiss your fake boyfriend ooo smoochie smoochie" and that does numbers

step 4 - interaction

im only in two servers. one server (which was the first public server I think I ever joined ???? i could be wrong tho,,, bad memory blehg) that I don't own and then my own 18+ server. i don't think being in servers does anything,,, considering I'm only in one that isn't mine. i think its more like ,,, sticking to one or two places ?? like just being consistently in an area you're comfortable in.

i guess you gotta just find the right people ??? and like I mentioned, be friendly, but ya know. also I guess tags too? idk if you look at any of my regular posts I have 8 million tags on them. idk if that actually does anything or not because its kinda hit or miss sometimes.

i was gonna say something else but i forgot. see look listen I dunno how I got here but this is what I do ,,,, effectively nothing. also with the being kind thing, maybe this is how I am bc I'm pagan but I think that if you expect kindness back you wont get anything. sometimes its just nice to be nice. eventually you gain a reputation for being a nice person. you kinda have to not want that tho? like I don't see myself as particularly like ,,, super kind ,,,??? i just do what feels right.

step 5 - uhhhh idk im just rambling now

i guess i also went into this kinda like. damn sometimes this community is a cesspool of absolute meanie pants. i don't wanna be a Meanie Pants and just post my thoughts and the things I think about. i guess how I see it too is, I kinda like ? idk I think all these things anyways why not post them? kinda feels like a waste not to.

also ive been told my posts are pretty recognizable bc of how I format them ? my dividers and such. also tagging all of my imagines and stuff with my 🥀📜 emojis. i guess that helps too? because that's how I recognize certain accounts. "like oh there's them I recognize their dividers and their tags".

also you kinda gotta like,,, not let hate get to you. like have fun with it? i know that's hard, but, that's what you gotta do. when I get printer ink (bc. a hoe does NOT like buying printer ink) im printing out that fucking 8 mile long hate message I got sent. but also that's just the kinda person I am. like people being a dick and stealing my posts and telling me to swallow a glock 9mm doesn't upset me, im more like,, confused more than anything because never in my life have I ever sent hate to anyone. also I have had this "I do not care because you're some loser on the internet and you being an ass wipe is no where near as bad as the shit people have done to me irl" attitude.

TLDR; i dont think youre doing anything wrong because I don't exactly know what I'm doing right. i just... do... and sometimes, "just doing" is enough. maybe its luck, maybe I've been blessed by the tumblr algorithm and I've somehow figured it out, or maybe the community is just genuinely that bad and they pick favorites. maybe its all of the above! who knows. i try not to worry about it. i think at the end of the day, as long as you're having fun posting about your f/os and selfshipping, that's what matters.

alright thats all see ya. if you have any more questions feel free to ask however I fear I cannot answer them </3

[asksoldieron]

SO-32: They'll Be the Best-Dressed Idiots in Farsia!

If there's a lot of engagement on this, this post is liable to get real long, beware before you expand.

No art, but I am working on it and I will add it retroactively. I hope.

Welcome to the Engagement Lounge, for Fashion Plates of '88 (261|32) an instalment! Short comments can go in the replies, but there's a 475 character limit. Longer ones will need a reblog. Remember to @asksoldieron if you're reblogging someone else's reblog, so I can see it too!

Heh. Welcome to the holiday season, I keep forgetting I need to format this stuff on Thursday! What to say about the makeover episode, while my mind is far away in Zanzamin? Well, it sure is fun mooshing the '20s and the '90s together in my head and saying "Now kiss!" But I'm gonna hafta draw this at some point, in some way.

The eyes are still improving and... WTF? Nobody gave me any indication this might just get better on its own. QUITE THE OPPOSITE. I have no idea if I ought to keep trying to find alternative ways to illustrate or just wait. I wanna try a new method, but this is a real motivation killer. I could be wasting my effort!

David has already been to Hell, in my head, and I know how it ends, but if I'm going to finish writing that fic, I need to kill the part of me that cringes. It's still hanging on! Look, if I ever get through it, I'll link in. In the meantime, I dunno, it probably needs better formatting. I'm embarrassed I let David play with much more respectable characters who do not belong to me. But, as you can see, when his outsized personality is crammed into Soldier On, he needs to be used sparingly.

Erik gets it! Don't ya, ya poor traumatized bastard? He's sick of David, and of being David. That may change in the future... or maybe not. We'll see!

(OK, I am still pleased I made Alastor fight a day-glo T-Rex and wrote lyrics for it. I probably will end up finishing that someday...)

[shadowphoenixrider]

Wake Up Call

(Inspired from a particular Gambit line from the '92 TAS, what was going to be Shadow and Gambit goofing and flirting turned into something a little more. Hopefully it's enjoyable either way! ^^)

"Hey there, handsome~..." I purred sensually into Gambit's ear, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lounged on the couch.

"Hello chère." He rumbled enticingly, smiling as I nuzzled against him, turning to plant a kiss on my cheek. "Hate to disappoint ya, mon ombre, but Gambit needed in a coupla minutes fer de Danger Room."

"Just my luck." I grumbled, pulling back so he could look me in the eye. "What's the plan?"

"Jus' teamwork sims. Wanna figure out how best to work wit ya friends." A grin pulled at his lips. "Be interestin' to work with ya brother, see if he can use dose jumpscare powers to help out instead of scaring de daylights outta us."

"You boys play nice in there, alright?" I said, folding my arms and arching an eyebrow. "I don't want to have to work out wrenches or playing cards from places they shouldn't be entering."

"Gambit be on his best behaviour," he said, rising from his seat and flashing me a winning smile. I rolled my eyes.

"Mmhmm, sure. I'll believe it when I see it." Stepping closer, I looped a finger into one of the necklaces dangling from his neck. "Oh, and Cajun?"

"Oui, ma chère?" He arched a dark eyebrow at me.

I tugged his head down to me, grinning against his lips.

"Hurry back to me when your business is done, big boy. I'll be in my room waiting..." I cooed, delighting in the way his pupils swelled, his red irises vanishing into the black void.

"Gambit'll back as soon as he can, chère." He murmured back, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to my lips. "Try not to have too much fun without him."

---

Our luck was definitely lacking, as the training overran. Hopefully because they were deeply engaged, and not because Gambit and Ebak had infuriated one another to the point of coming to blows.

I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my bored mind chewing voraciously at me, begging for stimulation. I had resisted getting absorbed into a book, as well taking the edge off the need that hummed just under my skin, but that left few other things to keep myself occupied as I waited, aside from clock-watching. And I'd rather not bring that spectre back from my old work.

So I did the next best thing; I closed my eyes, and dozed.

I'm not sure if I actually fell asleep at some point, but I was definitely aware when I heard heavy footsteps in the corridor outside. The grumbling of incomprehensible Cajun that accompanied them confirmed that Gambit had finally been released. My heart skipped with excitement, yet for reasons I'm not exactly sure about, I decided to continue to pretend to be asleep. Probably had something to do with 'teasing' or 'shits and giggles', if I really thought about it.

Gambit gave his signature of two quick knocks before he opened the door, a floorboard creaking as he stepped inside.

"Ah..." He sighed, his voice low and soft, wrapping around me like a blanket. "Look like I keep you waitin' too long."

I tried to keep a neutral face, curious to find out what he'd do, resisting the temptation to tap into my powers to sharpen my senses in case it gave me away.

There was a short pause of nothing. No sound, no movement, only the feeling of Gambit's gaze on my body. I battled with myself to keep the illusion up. It felt like he was waiting for something. Did he...know?

Something imperceptible changed, and floorboard sighed as the Cajun's weight shifted.

"Or maybe," there was a grin in his voice, the timbre becoming sensual as he began to approach the bed, "you just wan' me to wake you up with a kisss?"

Something about the way he hissed the last word sent a shiver straight up my spine, and I prayed it hadn't showed. I felt his presence lean over me, breathing in his heady, hot, masculine scent. The bed dipped slightly as he placed a hand next to me, before his warm breath tickled my face, and then his soft lips met mine.

I kissed him back, and he made a grunt at the back of his throat, smiling against me.

"Thought so, petite brigand." He purred. I opened my eyes to see him settling onto the bed, straddling my hips yet keeping all his weight on his legs.

"How did you know I wasn't asleep?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbows.

"Don' have dat good of a poker face, chère." Gambit smirked. "Caught a li'l smile when I came in, an' the corner of ya mouth kept twitchin'. Figured things weren't all dey seemed. Dat..." His smirk widened into a shit-eating grin. "An' ya drool in ya sleep."

"Hey!" I cried, the Cajun hopping away with a laugh as I swiped at him.

"But in serious, chère," he moved back in, reaching out for my hands, "sorry fer makin' ya wait. Control room had to figure a solution to monitor ya brother without lockin' out his powers." His smile was small. "Took a while."

"Yeah, hadn't considered that might've been an issue." I mused, letting him take my hands and step closer. "And I guess I gotta apologise for faking sleep. I wanted to know how you'd react, but I shouldn't have pulled that on you."

"Don' think we ever talked 'bout it." Gambit said, rubbing my hands with his thumbs. "How'd you feel 'bout bein' woken up like dat? Wit a kiss or...more?"

I pursed my lips thoughtfully.

"Not really thought about that, in truth. I definitely don't mind you waking me with a kiss." I frowned, parsing through the possible scenarios in my head. "When you say 'more', we're talking about fooling around when one of us is asleep, right?"

"Mmhmm." Gambit nodded, moving to sit next to me. "Touchin', feelin' up, all de way up to makin' love." He raised a hand. "Now don' think 'cos we brought de subject up dat we need to do anythin'. Jus' think if it gonna come up, we better get de boundaries sorted now, d'accord?"

"Oh yeah, of course." I nodded. "It's not something Tom and I did - what's your feel about it?"

Something flickered across Gambit's face at the mention of my ex's name, but it was too fast and faint for me to read.

"Gambit don' want his opinions to influence yours," he said. "'Specially if it ain't a thing ya done before. Go on what ya feel, an' Gambit will follow dat." A smile pulled at the corner of his lips. "Not to say we can always change it later, or try it a night, non?"

"True." Chewing my lip, I weighed the thoughts against my heart like Anubis. "I...I think I might enjoy it. The feeling me up especially. But...I dunno, I feel like it'd be super situational." I reached over to put my hand on his. "And the last thing I'd want to have happen is to wake up mad or upset at you."

Gambit nodded, smiling, his thumb reaching up to link with mine.

"Understand completely, chère," he rumbled. "Gambit wouldn't mind if ya woke him up dat way, but he don' wanna make ya uncomfortable 'bout it."

"I'll think about it." I smiled back, scooting closer to him, our knees touching. "So how about this - we'll wake each other up with kisses, but if we want to do anything more in the morning, we'll see what the other says when they're a little more awake. Yeah?"

"Parfait." He replied, the smile spreading across his lips twinkling in his red black eyes before he pressed a kiss to my cheek. "You know," he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Gambit did notice something interestin', though."

"Oh...?" The Cajun was grinning like a cat that had lapped up all the cream. Uh oh.

"Oui." His voice had taken on a slow, melodious quality, and I got the distinct impression he was toying with me. "Gambit think," he leaned in close, breath stirring the hair over my ears, "his voice give you de shiverss..."

I couldn't control the shudder that raced up my spine, nor my heart's stutter. Or the spark of heat that flash between my thighs. Gambit's self-satisfied chuckle came from deep in his throat, pulling back to look me in the eyes. "Jus' what I thought..."

A blush was boiling in my face, but I straightened my back, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Really? It's taken you this long to notice, Cajun?" I arched an eyebrow at him, yet his grin barely wavered.

"'Course not. Noticed it de first night together." He replied, silky smooth. "Always figured it were jus' what Gambit were sayin' though." His grin widened, and I swore his eyes flashed. "Didn' realize ya like Gambit's voice too..."

Bugger. I felt my blush intensify as my traitorous body betrayed me, and the bastard's grin was almost Chesire-like. I turned my back on him, folding my arms and ignoring his laugh.

"Yeah well, if you're gonna tease me like this, maybe I'll gag you, see how you like it." I grumbled, scowling. I refused to drop my arms even as Gambit scooted closer, curling his long limbs around me.

"Ah chère, but you'd miss me, I think." The Cajun spoke softly into my ear, all traces of teasing gone, only warm affection left. "An' Gambit'd miss bein' able to tell ya how beautiful ya be. How gorgeous ya sound..."

He nuzzled gently into me, and despite myself, I felt myself thaw in his warm embrace. Regardless of how utterly infuriating the man could be, I could never stay mad at him. Not when he knew when to drop the act before it went too far.

I sighed softly, uncrossing my arms, one hand resting on his, the other reaching up to sink into his thick hair.

"Yeah. I would." I smiled as he leant into my caress, a soft breath escaping him. "Miss these little sighs you make when you start to relax. Or that little rumble you make at the back of your throat when you see something you like."

"I do that?" I just about managed to restrain my giggle as his eyes popped open in wide surprise.

"Sure do, Cajun!" I grinned, kissing him on the cheek. "But don't worry, I can keep a secret."

Gambit chuckled.

"No doubt 'bout dat, mon ombre." He murmured, the smile on his lips so warm I felt the heat of it kindle in my heart. "Now, Gambit do believe he owe his lady a li'l somethin', non?"

"Oh yes, so you do." I grinned at him, turning around to wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. "Been waiting for this for a little while."

"Den Gambit give ya a li'l extra as an apology for his lateness," he said, gently laying me down on the bed.

"I appreciate it, but so long as you're here, that's all that matters." I replied, and pulled him into a kiss.

[flightlesscipher]

Yo🪽

if you know me you know me, and if u dont..hey😏i was trying to make a cool intro but ur smile got me distracted💫

the purpose of this account is to basically spill my mind at ease without havin 2 worry about whos watching my posts(basically my priv account). So if u don't wanna see every single random thought birthed in my head, definitely do not follow me regardless if u know who I am or not🤌

Random fun factz(that aren't as fun as kissing u):

💿slowly losing my mind while everyone watches

💿i am VERY tall:)

💿i dont just have 1 aesthetic. If it's not clear, I am alllll over da place♠️

💿music breather🚬🍃💖

💿i flirt a lot...almost too much. [sry to whoever has gained feelings 4 me bc of this(T_T)]

💿is it possible to have a young & old soul at the same time⁉️

💿Melancholic Aesthete

you can call me flight🐦‍🔥 unless u know my personal name o7

Sometimes i post 17 times a day, sometimes i disappear 4 a week..thats just how life b ya feel?🥸if i remove you dont take it personally..ur either 2 young or i simply do not want u seeing my content on the regular lmao and thats ok..pls dont repeatedly refollow:)

I tend to be loud bout things n ppl I love. Clearly, I engage in a lot of fandom tomfoolery🧻 If u see any posts about me wantin 2 smooch or make da bed shake with a fav fictional character or celebrity of mine, take a breath. dis is thee internet. dont take my ass seriously. If u happen to be one of those celebrities & stumble upon my page, heyy🪅I do not plan on stealing u away from ur lover, this is my buffoon malarkey🪦

If you're seeing this, don't forget you're loved and you matter. Mental health is important to me. Dms always open. This is ur reminder to be gentle with urself. From one internet stranger (or friend) to another, I believe in you🪩

youll most likely be seeing posts about love, life, and lots of unhinged shit. And FOR SURE things about my favorite fandoms🫁 there will be depressing posts, including probably rlly triggering topics, whether its dark humor memes bout offing myself, or straight up rants. I wasn't planning on doin that but i seriously need a safe space for when reality gets out of hand and my mind gets way too loud. This is ur warning. I will be posting nsfw content OFTEN⚠️ if I find out ur 5 I'm telling ur mom.

Jinkiez😵‍💫wouldya look at dat? I have tags!

#flight memez

#flight shit

#flight yaps

#flighsthetic

everything else is pretty much rebloggin with other tumblrers, freaky thirsty shenanigans, & lots and lots of view askew fan goo🧪 if ur seein this, come say wzp in my inbox. or share sumn 2 blow my socks off👽💀

all images and gifs r not mine except for one🛹. All creds go to the wonderful creators who help make my account look cute💟

✧♬ ₊˚.ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ!☾⋆⁺★ (with love;))

[prpfz]

💕i have some roleplay ideas i've been sitting on and wanted to see if anyone's interested.

quick note that i'm 18+ and only rp with 18+ folks. all but 1 of my OCs are bi/pan, so your OC can be any gender for the most part.

ideas (asterisk means that's the role i'd be playing):

-teacher x student* - maybe right before school starts, our OCs hook up. on the first day of school, they have this 'oh shit' moment when my OC walks into your OC's classroom.

-prisoner* x correctional officer - your OC is a new CO in the prison where mine is kept at. basically, the others are known for being...rough with the inmates, but your OC is different. has some humanity to em. i'm thinking the 2 start leaving notes for each other, have secret meet ups, etc. (note: i've a loose understanding of prison, so liberties will be taken. my OC for this one is a lesbian btw)

-wallflower* x popular kid - basically, my OC would be more or less a wallflower. someone no one notices unless it's to bully her. your OC is the royalty of the school. everyone loves them, they've no issue finding dates, etc. their paths cross one day when my OC is pushed and her things go flying. your OC stops to help her pick her stuff up, but she wants nothing to do with this person. your OC sees it as a challenge and wants to get to know my OC better.

-socialite x musician (can play either) - one OC is a socialite, engaged to a wealthy businessman or politician or something. everyone thinks they're happy, but it's been arranged by the parents. the other OC is a musician trying to make it big. maybe they knew each other in high school but went separate ways until paths cross again. they have a drunken night together, and the socialite OC has to decide if they wanna keep their perfect life or leave their fiance/fiancee for the musician. (if i'm the socialite, i'll be using a woman OC. if i'm the musician, i'll be using a man OC.)

other info:

-very smut,🕊️, and 🍪 friendly. i'm not fully limitless, but i'm open to most things. i don't judge tho!

-i generally write a paragraph or two (not sure what that'd make me in roleplay terms lol), depending how inspired i am. and yes, my grammar is better when i roleplay lol. i'm just casually typing rn.

-ooc conversation is encouraged but not required. i do adore gushing over our OCs, making headcanons, etc.

-i exclusively rp on discord.

-ghost friendly.

i think that's everything! if you're interested, pls 'like' this post and i'll message ya!

give a like and anon will get back to you

[a-roguish-gambit]

I just wanna applaud you for setting boundaries and looking out for kids. I see a lot of explanations for minors but yours is so well written and respectful, someone needs to tell you you’re an amazing person.

Thanks. That means a lot. This stuff matters a lot to me and I know what it's like to be talked down too. I try to be respectful given the fact that I recently was a minor (I'm 26 now) and remember exactly what it was like. I snuck dirty fanfiction, we all did. I knew people who did the sex, and talked about queer and straight sexuality (explicitly) as young as middle school. Pretending like teens aren't sexual beings and shaming and talking down to them is really dumb and frankly comes from a similar mindset to the mentality that creeps who drool over "purity" in women have.

But in doing so I also remember what my boundaries were as a teen and I know that my blog reaches far past that and it's inappropriate for me as an adult to encourage kids to interact with that or even be passive and neutral on the subject. Y'all should be sneaking the spicey YA novels and teen comics from your local library, engaging with darker sexual themes like from "The Joy luck club" "pears on a willow tree" and "I know why the caged Bird sings" in a classroom setting where a qualified individual can guide discussion in a healthy matter, and engaging with your similarly life experienced peers on the subject by trading fanfics with them and whispering about the cute protagonists, or talking to a parent or trusted adult who is qualified to teach on the subject. Not coming to me, local furry kinkster who is into niche shit that I've had to explain to people older than me what it is, for sexual content or education, particularly when I have no ability to moderate the degree of information you engage with without censoring my already published work. I would be freaked out by modern mes blog as a kid if I found it and others don't deserve that experience.

If there's a kid reading this, stay safe out there. Respect people's DNIs, but don't be too hard on yourself. Y'all are a curious bunch and shit happens. You will stumble into shit and may either feel bad about it or feel some type of way. Just don't go actively seeking shit out cause you will regret it 7/10 times on the Internet. You'll either find something you really don't like, and you will not be able to forget that, or you'll find something you don't understand yet why you like and you may feel really really bad about that for a while, whether or not that thing is something to feel genuinely bad about or not. It's best to save that emotional turmoil for when you are ready to process it. and keep away from adults encouraging you into nsfw spaces. They are straight up trying to take advantage of your inexperience most of the time, and are at best, not someone with the responsibility, experience, or forethought to understand the consequences of their encouragement, and thus shouldn't be someone one should with engage with on sexual subjects anyways as those are always loaded with responsibility and consequences. ( Note this does not apply to encouraging kids to understand queer identity or gender. Please explore who you are safely. Adult spaces on the Internet just aren't usually a great place for it)

Have a good day y'all!

[nokingsonlyfooles]

Dear Academia, I guess you can die mad about the curtains, if it bothers you that much...?

Wow, I just watched... Wow.

(I didn't really just watch it. I saved this and sat on it to see if I cooled off and decided I was being too mean. Since then, I've tripped over another essay where someone ripped into a work because they didn't understand it well enough to see the curtains at all, and I didn't like that either. I've decided to post this, so later I can post my reaction to the other one like a matching bookend!)

I made you a graphic about it!

So, I just watched my High School AP English teacher transcend time and space, possess the body of an a YouTuber, and try to drag me for quitting my English major due to being sick of dissecting the work of other writers until it dies.

Also, they put text up on the screen that I was supposed to read, over a decorative text background, and if I could pull money out of their Patreon, much like Mark Twain with the collection plate, I would've taken a nickel. For spite.

So, I guess I'm gonna talk about the blue curtains?

First of all, don't go looking for the video to drag this person. At worst, they are a little self-important and over-emotional. At best, their brain got shredded by the same process mine rejected and they are recovering. Be kind. I don't wanna hurt them, I'm trying to fire over their head. And take this with a grain of silly.

This is the meme. I couldn't find the original, uncensored version, and I don't care all that much, so here ya go.

One of YTer's friends referenced this meme, and it offended their intelligence and ability to critique art. Instead of having a more typical reaction, like thinking, "Ah, yes, you are only expressing your frustration with the school system's unreasonable expectations. As a fellow sufferer, I shall express my solidarity, and henceforth we shall share a sensible chuckle," and then chuckling sensibly, they telegraphed their offence to a slur on Art itself and wrote an essay. Of course, it is Capitalism's fault.

Now, Capitalism is most definitely tearing up the school system and inflicting lasting trauma on everyone involved and hurting Art. There is a lot of meat to be had on this bone. I would've left money in the collection plate for an engaging essay on that!

What I got was: "Art exists for you to tear it to pieces and squeeze every last instance of poetic meaning out of it, like you're hucking an orange into a juicer, and if you don't do that, you're dumb. Capitalism has made you dumb, because your dumbness is more profitable. I, on the other hand, huck Art into the juicer that is my brain, as one should, because I'm smart. The curtains are never blue. Fight the Power."

And right away, I thought: Oh, Mrs. Hillburn, I know this is how you enjoy Art. I know you really love it. You full-body crashed into a filing cabinet while explaining the Canterbury Tales to us, so I know you really do love "close reading" and want to share your joy. You're allowed to do that! God love you! But sometimes the curtains are blue.

And that wouldn't be a problem - except your job is to judge everyone on their ability, not only to interpret the curtains as something other than blue, but also to cough up a "valid" interpretation. And your judgment will affect whether they can get a job that pays them enough money to live. Now, you are free to do that. When I write things, I give them to the world! But, I'm not doing that to help you sort the children into an appropriate pay grade by demanding that they enjoy my work in the same way you do. Why would I do that? That makes no fucking sense.

I am saying this as someone writing a long-ass story that has a lot to do with objects being a certain colour and numbers adding up to a certain sum. That's there for you if you want it! Pink things are safe, orange things are hazardous, yellow means despair, and green-and-orange together is something unpleasant, because Erik doesn't like carrots and the whole world revolves around him. (Don't tell him, he'll be very upset. The world is terrible.) Do I need you to get that in order to understand my work and be "smart"? Fuck no. It's an Easter Egg. Also, it amuses me. Sometimes you need to know the number or the colour for your immersion, so I generate one in a way that has meaning for me.

There is shit in that story that I know you'll never get, because I based it off shit I wrote as a teenager that you'll never read. (It was terrible. I fixed it. I think.) This is my own personal "Glass Onion" (the song, not so much the movie). I am not obliged to imbue everything with a meaning for you to find. I'm not secretly trying to tell you Paul is dead! I'm just a human being with a sense of humour who gets bored - and sloppy and confused too.

So maybe the curtains are blue because I'm cribbing the setting off this motel room I stayed at one time and the curtains were blue. Maybe I'm saying "Hi" to my dog. Or the Blue's Clues dog. Maybe, god help us, there were actual blue curtains at the time and place I set my story and you'd see them if you found a photo. But I'm not gonna tell you if it doesn't matter. And it's not your job to make it matter if you don't get it. You can still pick up what I'm laying down. And, dammit, if you spend too much time wrapped up in the curtains, you might miss the rest of it.

There seems to be some idea that Art is hard and artists (at least #Real_Artists) must be something more than human to do it. Oh. My. God. Literally! You created this thing? Everything is there because you put it there? Everything that exists here is a thought-child you birthed from your brain like Athena? With intent? I enjoy it so much! It feels so real! How do you DO that? And, for fuck's sake, it's the same way you make a yummy sandwich or pick out a ripe melon or trim the cat's nails without getting a wound that needs stitches. You decide you want to, and you keep at it until you get good at it. You don't need to ask permission or pay a fee. The world is a classroom. Go learn. Keep trying until you figure out a way that works for you, or you decide you'd rather learn something else - and then go learn that instead.

The pedestal is very flattering, but nobody belongs up here. The very idea of a pedestal is preventing people from picking up a tool and making a thing. Can you, a mere mortal, really create a new reality from scratch, where everything is intentional and full of meaning? FUCK no! Nobody can do that! Sometimes I am lovingly imbuing every facet of my creation with meaning, and sometimes I go, "I need something there. Huh. That looks good." This is where platypuses come from! And I love them! If you don't love a platypus, WTF is wrong with you?

See??

Look, Creationism has no place in our schools. Natural selection is a thing. If I'm drawing on a real experience that involved blue or blue curtains, you may get some blue curtains. That is a real thing that happens all the time. It's not fair to torpedo someone's earning potential because, wherever you're coming from, blue makes you feel sad. You shouldn't be in a position to do that, that is not a job that needs doing.

*sigh* And, I will let you in on a dirty little secret. Sometimes I drop a stitch when I'm working, and I notice it later, and I realize I can hook that thing and make something look really cool and intentional. But it wasn't. It's there because I needed something there and it looked good. Ah, but as I've been writing, I've generated a reason for it to be there, and I now I have an opportunity to grab that sucker. I have picked up some amazing dropped stitches. I'm thinking of one in particular, a long series of dropped stitches, and when I was able to pick them all up in one swoop, I pretty much leapt up and screamed, "THE UNIVERSE IS A HOLOGRAM! I LIVE IN THE MATRIX! SOMEBODY PUT THIS HERE AND I KNOW IT WASN'T ME!" (I haven't published it yet, it's gonna be a while.) Be that as it may, you live in the Matrix with me, and the Architect might leave something like that for you too. It's not 'cos I'm doing it on purpose.

If everything must have a purpose and you're not allowed to enjoy the work unless you find every last one like it's Wally/Waldo, you may find that you've lost some of the gestalt, and the virtuosity, and the feeling. That's what started happening to me when I went to college to "learn about literature." There was value in that. Comp. Lit. was fantastic! But, they are trying to sort you into an appropriate pay grade (mine is "Institutionalized and/or Housewife") , and they must judge something. The amount of Waldos you've found is quantifiable! And so, the academic need to huck Art into a juicer also has a basis in Capitalism. Man, that shit gets everywhere.

If you love it, like Mrs. Hillburn, go for it. We see you, and we leave things for you to find, like the dev team hides gag gifts in Dracula's castle for the completionists. But if it sucks all the life out of the work and makes it a joyless slog, like it did for me - stop. Please. Or go rip up some other artist's work that's already been sacrificed for the purpose and analyzed to death. It's almost impossible to read The Great Gatsby for its own sake anymore. Even if you're out of school, you're still gonna remember finding the Waldos and tick all the boxes every time. I hope like hell going into the Public Domain can fix that.

I will finish with a tortured metaphor, because that's what I do. That's fun for me. Let's say I'm God. (Because I am. Did I say "simile"? Right. I'm God and your prayers are keeping Me up at night. Cut that out.) I've made this frog*!

I made him because I love making things - and because I love making things, I made a lot of things, and I think I'm pretty good at that. But it's no fun for Me if I don't get to share him with someone who can love him just as much as I do - for whatever reasons of their own. Adam! Look! Look at the frog I made!

Yes, Adam, you can play with him however you like! Isn't it neat how everything about him fits together? See his little toesies? If you rub his tummy, his little legs kick. Ha. Uh, you might be stressing him out a little, there, Adam. But that's okay! I made him for you to LOVE and...

Adam, what are you doing with the scissors?

Ah. Well, yes. Yes. The insides of things are very interesting. Yes, everything about him fits together. Yes, if you hook him up to a battery, his little legs kick. Ah, but he's dead. You do know that you've killed him, right? OK. Well, look, if you really want to understand how frogs work that badly, I don't mind if you cut one up...

Or two...

ADAM, THAT IS NOT WHAT FROGS ARE FOR! I want them to LIVE, I...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. No, if that's how you want to play with the frogs, I guess...

ADAM. WHY ARE YOU CREATING AN INSTITUTION THAT TEACHES ALL YOUR CHILDREN THAT'S WHAT FROGS ARE FOR?

What? No! Don't... Don't PUNISH them for refusing to cut up the frogs, WTF is WRONG with you? No, no, of course they must engage with the frogs to understand them - I DO want all of you to understand them! Please don't ever think I don't! - but there's a LIMIT to... No, of course I still love you, but you don't have to...

If you do that to every frog you see, there will not be any more frogs, are you hearing me? I WILL STOP MAKING THEM OUT OF SPITE.

*sigh* No. Of course I won't actually stop making frogs, but... Can we at least come to an understanding that sometimes the curtains are blue?

*I know it's a toad. I needed a Public Domain image of a frog cupped lovingly in human hands, and the best image on the first page happened to involve a toad. Paul lives (as of this writing), and the platypus exists because I thought it looked cool. Now put down the onion and go analyze something else.

[lilalbatross]

What are your thoughts on the latest season of Fire Country? I thought Bode would of been in jail longer than he was and not allowed back out to fires due to his failure at the test. I don't know why but I was expecting his dad and Manny to be trying to find out the truth and figure out how corrupt the system is and save Bode before he gets hurt or taken down for life never getting out or something.

oh man, okay. first off i wanna say i think the writing on FC is always a bit of a mess. i mean that with love cause this show has burrowed way deeper into my brain than it has any right to, but also it's never gonna get an emmy nom for writing, ya know?

I also thought the prison stuff would last a little longer??? not half the season or anything, but at least like...an entire episode lmao. at the same time i get it, cause Three Rock is so central to the show and we need Bode in Edgewater so the plot can turn, but it also made it feel very much like everything in the finale was for shock value in the moment, without the slightest consideration for how it would affect the plot once they had to actually deal with it

but then that's classic FC really (remember that time Eve was an alcoholic for like two episodes and then it never came up again?)

in terms of everything else:

my biases are no secret, but Vince is easily the best part of the season so far. you can feel the claw marks where he's trying so hard to hold everything together, cause someone's gotta when Bode's in prison and Sharon's fucked off doing whatever. Vince is miserable which means Billy Burke's making kicked puppy faces left and right and i'm just gobbling them up. and bitchy 2x03 Vince had shades of Miles Matheson, which is always a good time

2x01 and 2x02 Sharon didn't feel like Sharon. like at all lol. the writers were trying something and it wasn't working for me. 2x03 she's back, babyyyyy. but also why the fuck has she taken like three demotions if Jake now outranks her. and how long does it take to recover from a kidney transplant, considering the first time skip was only five months and she was at the campaign fire for three months????

loving the moments between Manny and Sharon cause they actually feel like friends, instead of last season where they kept saying they were friends but the vibe was fully just "i am sleeping on my boss' couch and this is weird for everyone"

i'm on the fence about Eve. love her to death, but the handling of her Three Rock transition feels clumsy from a writing perspective. but i'll be patient. also give my girl a love interest who doesn't vanish please i'm begging

Jake's plots feel like nothing so far. i'm hoping s2 will give him more to work with, cause in s1 he was either criminally underutilized or set in opposition to Bode when the show wanted you to root for Bode. which. sucked.

Bode and Gabi, together and as individuals, are always the least interesting part of this show to me. Gabi's engaged to a guy she just met. sure. whatever. i guess that's a thing she'd do. i'm already tired.

Genevieve. i was pissed when they teased this plot in the finale, but actually she's perfect and i love her and they've given her a very french name for some reason????? anyway i want hours and hours of her interacting with Vince cause the Scorsese moment was Everything to me. she's precious. this is my daughter now.

[muraenide]

"You can muzzle me if ya want to." He flips his pillow over, but doesn't take his eyes off Jade as the offer hangs in the air between them. "I don't wanna beat 'round the coral anymore, so I'll just say it. We ain't enemies unless you want to be. If ya don't trust me that's -" he pauses, shoulders sagging with tiredness. "That's fine. I get it. But I ain't gonna hurt you unless I have to. So if you wanna make double sure or something, I won't say no."

@sweetlybite

"There is little sense in trying to put you in any restraint. I don't doubt your ability to break free if you really wanted to." Jade turns on the hair dryer, tilting his head sideways to let cool air blow-dry his hair. It had been after a shower and he'd put on a white shirt and green shorts, prepared to go to sleep when Floyd suddenly brought it up.

An unease has inevitably settled between the two of them since Wraith Jade revealed himself. Jade can't say he knows much about what Floyd thinks, having gone through similar events for the umpteenth time for now, but for himself, Jade does find the initial adrenaline to settle down the more time passes as he accepts that things are going to be different. Floyd is a victim as much as the rest of them are, fighting against an invisible enemy.

We ain't enemies unless you want to be.

A part of his heart seizes those words. Jade's eyes widen as he tries to process what Floyd had just said, had just assumed, despite all that he'd done even before finding out that Floyd was not the Floyd he'd grown up with. To think that Floyd thought Jade would ever consider him an enemy, his Floyd or not -

It hurts.

The buzzing sound of the hair dryer dies down as he turns it off. He walks across the room to where Floyd is sitting on his bed.

"You always find unique ways to wound me." Jade bites down on his lip, feeling his blood boiling in his veins. His other hand curls tightly into a fist by his side. The sound of a sharp slap fills the empty space of their room.

It had been a long time since Jade physically hit Floyd. He can't recall the last thing that made him angry enough to do so. But his Floyd or not, whoever this Floyd is, he belongs to another Jade. They were a series of parallels who chose one another as each other's life companions. If anything, Jade had come to the conclusion a few days ago that he would be willing to take care of this Floyd on behalf of another Jade who is no longer able to do so. It's an idea he was contented with - it changed little of what he is doing now and while this Floyd isn't the Floyd he wanted it's the only Floyd he has.

"You've seen many instances of me, likely know me better than I know myself. Yet as you said, all Jades are a little different one way or another, so it's best not to assume there is anything you can do that would make me want to kill you." Killed. That was what happened to all of Jade's enemies. He's never the type who would leave anyone alive to tell the tale.

Floyd, of course, punches him back for it. Jade knees him back in the stomach, and they quickly engage in a fight on the ground with the full intent to hurt but not to kill.

It's really been a long time since they fought, but he can't say it's a bad way to alleviate his frustrations.

[asksoldieron]

SO-20: "I just… um… Words. Sometimes. You know."

If there's a lot of engagement on this, this post is liable to get real long, beware before you expand.

Welcome to the Engagement Lounge, for A Little Loopy (249|20) an instalment! Short comments can go in the replies, but there's a 475 character limit. Longer ones will need a reblog. Remember to @asksoldieron if you're reblogging someone else's reblog, so I can see it too!

Okay! I may get myself in trouble here because I have to talk about this instalment when I'm still a little messed up about someone (with the BEST intentions) correcting the language I use to talk about, uh, loosing my language. They increased my anxiety about a word I need to use sometimes to get appropriate care, to the point where I won't be able to use it to get appropriate care right now, if I have to. I'm slightly less safe going out in public alone, with one less way to catch myself if I fall, and that makes everything worse because I know it. No matter how noble the intent, that's not okay. But Tumblr is the sort of place I could get in trouble for saying it's not. Because some folks here want to file me according to their perception of just how disabled I am, and then tell me how I should be acting. I'm really not sure how that's supposed to help everyone, but some folks are convinced it will.

But, Erik's meltdown here is mine, at least as far as the words go. I went back and changed it out of spite after I wrote it, because someone induced that kinda meltdown in me, and sometimes I wanna punch people until they develop empathy. I know it won't work, but I really, really wanna. I opened the doc and said to the spouse, "Fuck it, no words at all. If they love him, they'll figure it out." But, of course, I didn't say that. I said "totally nonverbal." And there is discourse about that. My God, is there discourse!

I don't like performing my pain in an attempt to get others to treat me how I want to be treated. And how I want to be treated is please, please don't make it harder for me to find a word I can use to get people to back off and let me put myself together when I can't find hardly any words. Erik has a hard time finding words he doesn't use a lot, so that word's not likely to come out of him. I have a hard time finding words that aren't specific, so it might come out of me. But I do need to be able to use it when I'm not struggling, sometimes, or it gets harder to find. Like now.

I did go write down some of what my deal is, and how I feel, after that person politely nudged me into my place. But I didn't post it anywhere because I don't wanna tell it to the world. At least not right now. That's inviting more well-meaning people to categorize me and I have enough on my plate. Please just remember, not everyone who fails to play by the rules is dog-whistling to cause harm, or just being entitled. And you're not entitled to demand, "Prove it."

I know if Erik could say "nonverbal" someone would pop up to tell me, "no, bad writer." But I do wonder, if ya had to sit him down in the hotel room and say it to his face as he breaks down crying with no words to explain how to help him, would anyone say, "You can talk most of the time. That word is wrong for you. Pick another"? I really hope not. But, if someone said that when he was having a good day, he'd remember it. He'd still remember (at some point, heh, poor kid) when he's having a meltdown. Being scared and upset doesn't erase someone trying to take that word away from him so he can't use it ever, because he's not having a hard enough time in comparison to someone else.

It's hard for me to stick up for myself, but - oh, man - I will come for you if you hurt my boy. Please try not to. We all hurt each other without meaning sometimes, so all I can ask is that you try.

There is so much that would make this world better and more accessible for all of us. Just for example: safe, affordable housing for all, and not having to drive everywhere to get healthcare and/or food. It can't just be for the least of us, because then we hafta fight each other for the title of "least." I don't wanna. I'm real tired of it. Why isn't everyone?

[Back to Site?]

*Art Edit: My reference image is from Voodoo Child by Rogue Traders, and I think I pulled it off. I mean, if you've seen the video, I think you'll recognize it.

And if you haven't, it still makes sense. Poor Erik!

I can point out exactly where I screwed up, too, and the Glaze artifacts stick out like crazy (to my eyes, anyway). Nevertheless, Erik look like Erik, and I'm happy with his design in this style. Happier than I have been with how he looks in my art-deco-ish style! I'll have to put the HQ version in the Ko-Fi store.

[uncle-fruity]

I can't agree harder with this post.

Arguing about who's the biggest victim and in the most pain gets us nowhere. If someone expresses hurt or sadness, it's never a cool look to tell them to suck it up and get over themselves. Even if you feel like no one could possibly have gone through as much as you have, no one's gonna respect your struggle more if you're dismissive & rude to anyone else who expresses discontent with their own situation. In fact, that's a good way to get people to avoid being around you & to lose support systems, because even mutually toxic people get tired of each other's toxicity at some point.

Heed my advice or don't, but I don't think we should fuel it any longer. If you post about a specific issue you're having as a trans person and some sorta oppression police comes swooping down on you to tell you that you can never have it as bad as that other type of trans person? Block them, do nothing else. Trans folks aren't in competition, and fuckos like that are only trying to tear us apart. No trans people should be having pissing competitons with each other! Refuse to participate!

Maybe you feel a compulsion to defend your right to exist & be humanized to these people. Maybe you feel like you need to push back & show these discoursers Reason. Maybe you're reactionary and respond just to tell them to kill themselves or whatever. But I'm telling ya, that shit does NOTHING but waste your energy (at best) and feed your own toxicity (at worst). If you keep publishing their hateful anon messages just to get a couple of digs in or as an example, it's validating their point of view as something worth debating. It’s opening the door to more and more infighting. It's spreading their hate to the rest of your followers. It's fueling the flames when you could, instead, just talk about your community's experiences or your own experiences & block the people who are clearly not there to engage in good faith.

That said, it's all up to you to decide what's important to you & what course of action you wanna take. Personally, solidarity is my choice and I will keep working hard to listen to all my fellow trans folks and find common ground and build connections with the people who want to make a positive impact on those around them. I don't care about who's winning the Oppression Olympics, and frankly I personally don't like defining myself by how much pain & systemic oppression I experience. There's so much more to me than that, and I already know my experiences are valid because I'm the one living them. Whether someone wants to believe that or not is their problem, not mine.

Well, I've gone on for too long again, but like... protect yourselves from this shit. Protect your community from this shit. We don't need the constant finger pointing at each other, and we all have to choose not to do it or else we perpetuate it.

In short? Don't feed the trolls. Put your energy into trans joy, trans community, trans resistance, trans unity.

I think perhaps endless pissing contests over which kind of trans person has it worse are very, very useless when we're all getting shoved in the meat grinder right now.

Ron DeSantis isn't exactly asking my pronouns before he passes Illegal To Be Trans bills, takes away everyone's HRT, and imprisons trans parents as child abusers.

[lilithspsyche]

Ya know for a while I didn't really understand the sass towards Twitter. I made a point of ya know just following the cozy chill folks and overall I avoided most of the nonsense and ridiculous discourse

But now somehow it's all I see. Every time I open it. It makes me sad. Did people just get angrier, did enough people leave because of musk and then the negative started seeping into what few chill folks stayed behind? I don't know but it's sad to see.

Half the posts are literally just people asking for the worst examples or experiences of things, the rest are just random complaints about everything under the sun or just simply bad news.

I wanna feel community again. I wanna feel that spark of light and I wanna feel like I can engage with folks again. But I just can't be a part of the negativity circle I'm just not into it.

I hope things get better for everyone. Communities and platforms are so good for getting that dopamine and serotonin and goodness. So many opportunities for bonding and socializing and finding new things to spark joy. So much good potential and I hate to see it wasted on just trying to out rant, out hate, and out complain everyone.