#sry for the rant anon

[ralvezfanatic]

You should apologize by stating everything that you did, and how you know you were wrong. Tell them you won’t do it again and make sure to stick to your word. Tell them how you should have treated them better and how you won’t do it again. Once you apologize it’s up to them to forgive you or not and whatever happened you will just have to be okay with the result. The only thing you can do afterwards is just to be better towards them and not make the same mistakes or any mistakes similar to what you did. I had a bsf who deeply hurt me to where I can’t forgive them. They apologized but I couldn’t forgive them bc their apology didn’t feel genuine, and because of that I refuse to allow a relationship between us ever again. So just own up to what you did, be genuine, promise to never do it again, and then tell them you’ll give them space, then let them come back to you when they are ready

ty for this. i really want to apologize n all but im not sure. like as much as i want to, theres a few reasons I've been hesitant to even try and reach out to him.

rly long rant below cut, sorry !

but basically

1, i have my reasons i cut things off. he was a bit weird/made me uncomfortable and he insulted my friend for no good reason

2, this is the 2nd time we stopped being friends and 3rd time i cursed him out (ik, immature). im scared that he hates me .

firstly, i have my reasons i cut him off and i think they're valid. he was a bit weird towards me a few times and made me uncomfortable a few times (hes older than me). also he insulted my childhood friend after they said they didn't wanna be friends anymore due to their own reasons. he literally called my friend crazy and other stuff.

secondly, this is the 2nd time we stopped being friends and 3rd time i cursed him out.. im scared that he hates me. i know cursing him out was wrong, but i was hurt from what he did. I had written a message saying why I didn't wanna be friends anymore, being mature n respectful, giving him my reasons. he sent a voice msg that he quickly deleted giving me little time to even respond or anything. in that voice msg he blamed my friend for stuff which pissed me off. he acted so immaturely when hes much older, and reminded me of the first time we stopped being friends.

[magpod-confessions]

I don’t like the short Jon hc’s.

that mother fucker is lanky and tall as fuck he did theatre when he was a kid and tripped over literally everyone else in the cast. No I’m not projecting. He developed the habit of sitting in the back of the class just for the other students to be able to see the damn teacher bc his growth spurt hit faster than everyone he knew.

I’ve only seen one other person who agrees with me on talljon. But it’s not enough. I still see everyone BASH and BRUTALLY DEMOLISH tall Jon let us tall Jon kinnies have this one detail FOR ONCE

I don’t even know where the fuck this hc started. I want to take a screenshot of whoever started this and print it out and crumple it in my tall person hands and stomp on it with my over-priced way too large than they should be shoes. Then I will delete the photo from my camera roll for a final fuck you then I will rb the psot saying “YOU” in the “biggest” formet as well as with both bold and italic. An underline if I’m having a bad day.

Martin is average height. He’s not very tall. He’s just a guy. Even more of a reason why Jonah/elias underestimated him. He’s not that tall nor intimidating on the height scale. Jon is tall.

Jon. Is. Fucking. Tall.

he took every single opportunity when he was mad at Martin in s1 to LOOK DOWN UPON HOM and Martin found it kinda hot even if he thought Jon was a prick.

Let Jon Be Tall 2024.

I do not take criticism on this hc.

I would do this off anon but I shall spare thee this time.

This time.

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[good-and-evil-daily]

🐠

actually thank you anon for this ask. I was feeling horrible & like i've failed everyone bcuz I let my queue run out & only posted one word but actually this ask made me feel better & is giving me the energy to queue more

[dreamytfw]

I’m curious about the CAs being deans enabler like can you enlighten me on that because I honestly don’t think so would love to see your perspective on the situation

Ìf I wasn't on day 31 of a migraine I probably could explain in better detail. But as it stands it took me a solid 2 minutes of staring at your question going "what the fuck are the CAs??" before realizing your phone probably auto-corrected that from Cas and remembering the post I made about the topic. Best I can do for you in my current condition is saying Cas has a VERY bad case of internatlized "Dean is always right" syndrome and linking you to the wikipedia article on enabling. I'm so sorry I can't help you out further. Just know that being an enabler does NOT detract at all from being a victim of Dean's abuse. It just makes the angst and meta more delicious.

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

What type of pants do you like to wear

Ooh this is acutally a really fun question for me to answer:

I have worn jeans for as long as I can remember, back in high-school I wore skinny jeans since that's all I could find those did not look good on me. Now I wear high dollar super nice and comfy relaxed fit carhartt jeans.

Physically I take after my dad's side of my family and there all a bunch of Midwestern rural ass farmers so I grew up to be a 5'9 brick house of a man, skinny jeans look awful if your legs and thighs look like they are about to split the seams with every step.

THE DAMN THINGS ABSOLUTELY RUINED MY ASS TOO! YOU KNOW HOW CONFUSED I WAS TO GO TO WORK AND HAVE A FEMALE COWORKER COMPLIMENT MY BUTT AFTER FREEING IT FROM THAT CONSTRICTING HELLSCAPE OF DENIM?!

[awaari]

The other day my mom said something about me and my sibling that was like, "They aren't stupid, you know, they only LOOK special needs." and i was just sitting in the other room like *blink blink* 💩 guess I'll die? (Not even getting into the ableism of that statement either.)

Whaaaat?... god l'm so sorry your mom said those words about you and your siblings. You guys def don't deserved that and hope are doing okay.

My dad didn't mean to offend me and had since apologized, but the words still hurts and is adding into the self-doubt bubble inside.

I wish parents would take a step back and stop calling their kids stupid or dumb regardless if it was meant as a "joke", because it's not, it's degrading and hurtful.

[mandumandy]

Where are you from?

-😻

Mars 🪐 🤭

[whoyacallinyellow]

Could you do an alternative version of borrowed time but it's a happy ending? Like they meet again maybe a couple of months or years later and idk it's super fluffy (idk I loved ur Javier fic it made me cry so hard)

Borrowed Time II (.5)

Javier Escuella x F! reader

Spoilers: RDR1-2 events Content: 18+ mdni, high honor Javier, fluff, loyalty, canon typical events & violence, possible spelling mistakes, some google translated Spanish, (slight angst? sry couldn't help myself) Type: second pov (wc - 3195) / pc: my PS5 a/n: here's my mediocre yapping, anon! I believe someone suggested this to me before, so here we are :) (btw I took some writing inspo from my spotify playlist.)

Summary: Javier is left with nothing after the gang's demise. Enticed with returning to Mexico, he finds redemption within his loyalty to you.   

After being chased out of Beaver Hollow by the law, Javier found himself alone with Williamson. Somewhere in the sticks of northern Ambarino, where the risk of a grizzly finding them was higher than any lawman. 

Laying low and listening to Bill squaller on about Dutch for a month was about all he could stomach, Javier reckoned he liked Bill a lot more when he didn’t talk. 

As each day came to a close, one could guess where Javier’s mind wandered too. His bitter thoughts permeated on losing everything. Money, the gang, and you— Hell, the man didn’t know what to do with himself, considering you an extension of himself at this point. 

Where were you? Did you make it out okay? Were you hurt?

These were a couple of the many questions that swam in the sea of Javier’s head. 

“Are you still thinkin’ ‘bout that woman?” 

Bill’s words of disgust were often displaced through his racing thoughts, but he wouldn’t be wrong. You were all Javier had upon entering these foreign lands, now he possessed nothing but the rocks in his boots. 

The days would merge and turn into weeks, it didn’t take long for the plan of fleeing south to form in Bill’s lackluster head. Keen on the protection Javier could potentially bargain in Nuevo Paraiso. 

Javier knew he was a dead man returning south, under no circumstances was that a can of worms he wanted to open with—Bill Williamson, out of all folk. 

Besides, there was no man’s bidding Javier would consider doing to get the leverage Bill desired. But Bill’s ideas soon evolved into frustrated persuasion. 

“How do’ya know that woman wasn’t the rat, anyhow?”

Bill would rant about you, the delusions Dutch fed him would resurface, but soon be swallowed back down with the same loyalty Javier once held so close.

“My chica wouldn’t, I’m telling you, cabrón. She’d save your neck just as much mine.”

Perhaps not completely true, Javier’s apathetic statements held no power over Bill, but at least it stopped his ear from being chewed off. 

For all Bill was concerned, you were a coward just as much as the rest who left. Especially for plaguing Javier’s mind. 

Bill would resort to not just questioning your loyalty to the gang, but your loyalty to Javier all together. The bold claims would make Javier think back to Clemons Point. 

After a particularly nasty fight with Dutch, Molly sat on a nearby log as he sharpened his knife. He never knew what to say in situations like that, it was probably best he stayed out of it. 

“The way she looks at you…”

The timid words escaped her. Realizing there was no one else around she could have been talking too, he met her stricken gaze which glistened off the moonlight. 

“Huh?” 

He wondered, caught off guard by the illusive topic. Molly wiped her rosy cheeks before she tenderly spoke. 

“I wish I could look at Dutch the same.” 

Javier just stared at the tear-stained woman in pity, unsure what to make of her unanticipated words. 

That night's shift would give him plenty of time to think about it. Before eventually settling on giving you some extra attention. If it wasn’t obvious enough, he soon learnt that what you two shared was irreplaceable. 

There was no doubt to Javier that you loved him, every lead he went on, you’d listen for the horses. Ready to greet him by his hitching post for a kiss, or with small talk that was exclusive to you both.  

Javier would often get teased for the love you shared, perhaps some of it branched into jealousy. Not that he minded, the others knew you were off limits. 

So it was safe to say that Bill’s claims was one thing Javier didn’t take lightly. With curses spat, and threats thrown, Bill had no other choice but to eat his words. 

“Me ‘nd her go way further back than you and I.” 

Javier’s irate words would soon remind Bill where he stood— below you. 

That was Bill Williamson’s final straw for him to realize their parting was long overdue. 

“If you wasn’t a fool, you’d be comin’ with.”

Was the last thing he spat to Javier one cloudy morning, bedroll and guns thrown on his unkempt steed. 

You won't be seeing me again. 

Javier thought in vain. Watching Bill’s departure in silence, just as he watched yours— except their time was up. 

A cruel nightly cycle would leave Javier somewhere beneath the stars. The same night sky you’d lay him down gently in; he wondered if you were looking up at them too— or maybe you don’t think of him much anymore, just to get by. 

Dozing off provided no sort of relief, the same thoughts that ate him alive during the day showed no mercy for a night's rest. 

The dreams began after Guarma, and have stuck since. Most nights he would wake up confused, drenched in sweat, and frantically reaching for his gun belt only worn hours prior. 

Your sweet voice would unknowingly soothe his hurt, all while he dismissed your attempts of rebuilding the bond you once shared. Javier regrets the distance, but he’s not sure if he would ever be ready to talk about Guarma. 

Nonetheless, the terrible dreams always persisted, but managed to worsen after you left. They were so convoluted, Javier wasn’t sure which was a worse way to die; a watery grave, or succumbing to torture in a cage. 

Other nights, Javier would dream about the day he returned to you at Beaver Hollow, god only knew how long they were gone for. 

It was a rather gloomy day, at the end of the camp path was where he found you by your lonesome, as if you’ve been waiting for any sign of the missing men. Javier had seen better days, unshaven, wounded leg, and tattered garments that barely resembled the botched heist clothing he once wore. Javier approached you with a conflicted feeling of dread and relief, unsure of what to expect of you. But to the man’s horror, you crumbled before him. 

You were just as much of a mess as he was. A terrible feeling arose from within his ribcage and drifted up, he momentarily thought he was going to black out from the knot building in his throat. An unmanageable feeling in his legs had already begun to brew throughout the day, vibrating and distorting his ears, blocking out your sobs he created. A near breaking point was threatening to consume him— he didn’t even know what day it was, how could he not know?  

“You stupid bastard,” 

Fallen at his feet, he cradled you soon after his initial shock dissipated. 

“I know, I’m here now.” 

Javier could barely recognize the hoarseness of his own voice, the words felt foreign to say after being gone for so long. Hopelessness overflowed from within him, and seeped into your frame that he held. All he could do was shield you from the cruel world he created for you both on that barren dirt path. 

Your frantic pleas to leave would go unacknowledged, only to be substituted with soft hushes that were swept away in the trees. He couldn’t have just left, he had already sacrificed too much to quit now. Javier always swore Dutch would change your lives for the better. 

—

In the recent nights of Macfarlane’s Ranch, life was still. 

Javier’s dreams would evolve into a vessel of his old possession. Through bittersweet nostalgia, a buck would galavant by a stream, only to eventually stop and stand in triumph before fleeing into the distance. Those dreams offered Javier both temporary comfort and the humbling desolate nights he needed to return to you. 

While staring off into the plains, Bill’s idea would occasionally infatuate him. The uncut ties of Mexico were beckoning, it was only a day's worth of digging in. Javier wasn’t sure he was built out for the vaquero life anymore, but those old chains around his feet would pull him back down. 

Javier would eventually decide he wouldn’t watch the west die out, with false hopes of one last score followed by a life of freedom— he figured he already lost what made life rich. 

At the ranch, Javier would chat up the yokels, describing you to the best of his abilities. Which usually stumped him— you... well, you were just you. He’s never been apart from you to have to worry about your description— Javier was always there. 

Days passed without trace of you, it was probably best he left before the law caught wind of his excessive presence. 

It was hopeless, yet he prayed on the North wind that it would him to you. 

You could run the fool around in circles looking for your whereabouts. Hell, you could be in Timbuktu by now. Just like the day you left, the same hopelessness would creep upon Javier in those rare moments of disparity. 

Those moments would eat him from the inside out, that discomforting pit forming in his stomach was always enough to empty it on the ground. 

—

The aimless paths of New Austin was a place where the souls of saddle tramps go. 

Into the horizon of the blazing sun was where you sat, under the only tree seen in miles. Your shire grazed in between you and the lonely road, like a black flag it stood in the orange dirt. Not even it could escape the mourning which life embraced.  

You are not sure how much time passed you there, perched up under the tree, you’d watch the road. Studying the little silhouettes of cowpokes slowly growing as they approached periodically, all you thought of was Javier.  Hope overturned your grudge until they were near. 

Some of these men would simply tip their hat as they passed, others would offer you a ride to town, and a few just stared at you; their forlorn eyes scratched at the walls of your soul. As if they were trying to tell you something. 

Just as unfortunate as yourself, the nameless victims would soon be swallowed and spit back out by the blazing desert that awaited them. 

It wasn’t until a clear morning for Javier to stumble upon that fork in the road, leading to the tree where you sat; seeking the same retreat you did days ago. 

Sickeningly poetic; with no such weight on your shoulders, you seemed to have found the freedom Javier had been chasing all these years. Right front of him this entire time in the devoid lands of New Austin.

Usually well groomed, the man showed a five o'clock shadow, earning a more rugged demeanor his months away from the luxuries of camp. 

Lost puppy-dog eyes stared your way, being shielded by his bowler cap. The hair you used to run your fingers through was neatly tied back, and draping over his poncho. 

“Javier,” 

You greeted solemnly, your tranquil gaze greeting the man from where you sat. The thumping began in his ears as he staggered off Boaz, stiffly trying to shake the sudden feeling that your voice gave him. 

“hola amor.” 

He uttered awkwardly, approaching your newfound paradise underneath the old shady tree. 

“I reckoned you’d be in Tahiti by now.” 

You remarked bitterly, eyeing your lover from under the brim of your hat. He gripped the front of his gun belt, knuckles turning white and misshapen after all the years of abuse, the same hands that would be placed around your hips as he guided you through a busy town. 

Javier let out a rueful huff as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. It flustered him to be antagonized in such a low moment of his life, especially by you. 

But he simply did not possess the words and feelings begging to be shared with you— there were just too many. 

Expecting you to continue, there was a deafening silence. 

It was more than just the silence that plagued these western lands, but a sadness that often followed Javier everywhere he roamed, you could see it in his smile. 

The lands gave Javier a place to duck under his doubts and troubles for a time, like a buck stuck beneath the bottom wire. 

“It’s over,”

Javier’s voice came out as a whisper, thumb and finger caressing over the stubble on his chin. 

A conclusion which needed no further words, you understood. 

He never imagined it not meaning anything, but yet his brothers were reduced to the barrel he pointed. 

Small shines of orange bathed through the wilting leaves which provided your gracious shade. As you contemplated his words, a soft breeze accompanied the both of you. 

Finally arising to meet his frame, he towered over you slightly— lost along the way but finally found, 

you were no longer his partner in crime, nor a part of the Van der Linde gang— but just his chica he met all those years ago in Old Mexico, before the world was big.  

Javier knew he couldn’t make up for your lost time together, but for now, being with you would do. 

Without a word his arms wrapped around you and trailed down to the small of your back, the smell of rolled tobacco leeched off his poncho, a smell you’ve grown fond of over the years. As his cheek rested on the crown of your head, a different kind of silence was shared. 

“Oh Javi,” 

Your voice now both sorrowful and tender, it was impossible to hold a grudge against the warm honeypot eyes that yearned for you. 

“lo sé,” 

Javier murmured softly, giving into the relief that a calmer life brought. 

Behind where you rested revealed a testament the tree possessed. A bald spot in the maple-colored wood had bark torn away, faded letters with sap-filled groves were carved by previous visitors of the solitude tree: 

‘blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy’

Javier united your lips with a long awaited kiss, your cheeks softly being caressed by his thumbs. To him, it was like falling for you all over again. But this time, he wanted to do everything right. 

“Figured the law got you.” 

You mumbled one of your many worries after the man pulled away. Javier scrunched up his nose, cringing at your doubts. 

“Course not, nunca.” 

Eventually bidding your farewell to the tree, you joined Javier at Boaz’s saddlebags for what seemed to be a celebratory smoke. 

“They were hangin’ around that ranch, it’s not safe.”

You proclaimed, even the west had reminded you that a quiet cabin life was unrealistic. He hummed against the tobacco in between his lips, considering your words. 

“Where does that leave us?” 

Javier asked through an exhale. His sharp eyes squinted under the sun, staring at you in devotion. 

For the first time in a year, you made that choice together. 

With possessions on your shire and the both of you on Boaz, was where Javier liked you best. Feeling your heartbeat on his back always reminded him of Mexico, yet you were his home.

While riding, your hands would instinctively grasp Javier’s gun belt. Marking both the leather and his heart throughout the years you spent together. 

Later that day Javier’s buck would graze upon the open fields you crossed, only to scamper off once your horses made way. Its coat bright and shining off the sinking sun, he swore it’s the biggest one he’s ever seen. 

Expecting a comment, Javier thought maybe you dozed off, or perhaps he accidentally sipped his flask instead of his canteen. 

Aways up north yielded reassurance and prosperity, the man decided that tonight he would sleep instead of keeping watch, an unusual gesture he knew you both needed. 

Far away from the lands you once both resided, a comfortable wilderness separated you and any dangers— Maybe tomorrow night he would keep watch, but tonight, he just needed you. 

Javier’s shaking hands prepped a small flame, and smoothed out the creases of your bedroll that night. The same hands that would work a revolver effortlessly, and confidently beat in the faces of men in a moment's notice. 

but for you? they trembled. 

Fingers that had been busted more times than you could count were now fumbling through every button of your shirt, leaving a trail of his lips where his hands once touched. 

Nonetheless satisfied with these tasks, the crinkles beside his eyes would reflect off the flame as he flashed you a content smile. 

The fire crackled within your cozy makeshift camp, its orange flame lighting up Javier’s torso just enough to highlight the tones and scars on his chest. 

Javier was used to catching you staring, never failing to tease you about it. A mere husky chuckle and verbal warning would remind you of his diminutive willpower when it came to you.  

Joining you beneath the blankets, his body radiated with the warmth you craved. With a protective arm easing you towards him, your skin colliding with his was enough to wash all his hardships away. 

Your lips ghosted down his neck, causing a loose sigh to escape his lips. Javier cooed words of endearment, unsure if he deserved your regained affection. 

You felt him tense around you as your lips traveled down to his adam’s apple and the large horizontal scar that covered it. 

“lo siento,”

He muttered softly, finally getting the long awaited words out— It was for a lot of things, that scar was just one of them. 

His breath hitched and ran down your bare skin, your torso being consumed by his restless large hands. Only you reminded Javier of his scars, usually in a way of gratification, having earned them throughout your time together. 

But that healed slit along his throat brought the man waves of embarrassment, Javier was thankful for your love nonetheless, and you for his loyalty. 

With belated love and words begging to be said, Javier knew his lips had a lot of catching up to do. But tonight you both needed rest. 

As if it was tradition, he ensured you found your peace first, maybe it solaced the man knowing you were safe within his arms. 

Gusts of winds whistled through the trees, causing them to sing a song made just for the two of you. His coarse hands ran down your sides before settling at your waist, once again basking in what he could have lost. 

Up yonder was where the starry night sky shined just for him to see you. The constellations washed away his most honorable sins, and extended the borrowed time you both had been lent years ago. 

The blanket you shared was pulled over your shoulder, ensuring your undisturbed rest. Javier’s gentle lips ghosted over your cheek for just one more kiss goodnight. 

You were long asleep, closely tucked within the arms of the man you called home. Yearning to chase the relief your shared nights provided, Javier’s eyes grew heavy. Through a gentle state of somnolent, his prideful buck accompanied him in the meadow it frolicked. 

Whispered words slipped into the night and greeted his slumber. 

“te amo.” 

~

[bonesofbeast]

Requests ooough,,, grumbot on the brain rn how about a grumbot? Any of the variations

*walks in covered in blood* sure anon!!!!!!! :) *coughs out blood*

uhhh me talking under the cut

sry i havent been posting much lol :4 recently i had a realization that my artblock is trauma related. ive been trying to beat it but its. Hard? on top of that i always try to make my stuff look good, nd if it doesnt look good to me i start hating it and im trying to fix it lol

this drawing isnt the best but i think its okay? i hated it before but im trying to see what i like ab it. i like how grian looks, his body turned out nice, and i worked hard to make his arm look good so you could see grumbot hold onto his finger

and also; i havent been drawing but i Have been writing, i got two fics in progress (one more than the other) and i was wondering if i should post snippets?? n e way rant over lol

[hellsite-proteins]

hello. it is the soup heggon anon. yes i am doijg ok (hopefully_ and i just warnt to say despite my incoherence.... youre gimik is cool and supper hexamon is cool too. i will likelily rant about vidya gaems in yur askbox again. sry.

awesome no worries glad to hear it! feel free to rant abt anything but no promises i'll answer in a timely fashion

letter sequence in this ask matching protein-coding amino acids:

hellitisthespheggnannyesiamdigkhpefllyandistwarnttsaydespitemyincherenceyregimikisclandspperheamniscltiwilllikelilyrantatvidyagaemsinyraskagainsry

protein guy analysis:

this one is kind of all over the place. on one hand we see some coherent secondary structures, with two alpha helices (technically a third but it doesn't even make a full twist so i don't think it counts) and a beta sheet! on the other hand, the knot of weird twisting loops in the bottom right doesn't look great, and i'm also not a fan of the one long end sticking out in the top right. also all of this was predicted with less than 50% confidence so none of it is real anyways

predicted protein structure:

[blackbackedjackal]

Other Anon you're an idiot. If no one came out talking about this then they wouldn't be held accountable for their manipulative and vile actions. That's how the Internet works. If this was like- family stuff or whatever then yeah maybe sort it out with a therapist, authority, lawyer, ect. But, this is an Internet person who could go around and legit harm others- their work, reputation, mental health, ect. Which they might've already done. If someone wants to act like shit then they deserve to get outed for it, if you can't eat it then don't serve it, y'know what I'm saying? Anyway sry for ranting in your asks Jackal lol I know I'm a random but this situation sux and I'm sry you and friends got treated so unprofessionaly and disgustingly.

I will continue to state that I was the admin of the server and have access to the metadata. I have the entire record. Dog can accuse me of "cherry-picking" but she already did. She said it herself to me in a call how easy it was to cherry-pick screenshots, and I took that as a threat. I had to assume by her tone that she would try to downplay or manipulate my words/the record of the conversations. Therefore, I made sure to save screenshots of the complete conversations that were causing friction between us because this isn't the first time I've dealt with a manipulative person online. Also, we were starting a business. Everything I did was in part to hold myself accountable, while also holding her accountable. If I fucked up, I wanted to see where and how I fucked up so I could improve and do better, but after privately getting council from my friends for months, having them examine complete conversations for what I may have done wrong, the consensus was "this isn't you, this is Dog." And well, now here we are.

I've had multiple people come forward (with evidence) telling me about their experiences with her manipulative and abusive behaviors. This is a pattern. The same language and tactics she tried to use on me are the same things she's used on others because it was working. No one that I'm aware of has come forward with this much about her publicly because she bullies, manipulates, and intimidates people. She just finally met someone who wasn't afraid to stand up to her, and that was the critical error on her part.

[kaddyssammlung]

Can I ask you something my dear Sleep Token fans?

So I got an anon that has a problem with me just putting links into my posts instead of naming the person who originally posted that pic.

But all of you do that. I mean 95% of you do that...So...

When I link my sources then what's the problem? I do link all of my sources, always. Someone complained that I don't say the name who actually posted that but the thing is: I don't always have the name and most of my pics are just fan-pics. Instead of linking the source they demanded to name the person who took the photo. I do not understand this. It's all in the link...just klick on it.

And also...it was a burner account who sent this to me.

I've been on Tumblr since 2009 and I've been using it the same way since 2009 and no one ever complained. But a burner account that says something Sleep Token in all caps letters has a problem with it?!

So...Sleep Token fans....I see all of you do the same thing. Well....95% of you. What's wrong with linking a source?

I would love to understand this actually. Please...explain it to me.....Not even mad....I would just love to understand.

Edit: so I looked through a lot of blogs and everyone does what I do minus the ones who don't put sources in. Damn I just found a lot of blogs who don't put sources in at all. I was not aware of that.

I just don't get it. Sry for that little rant.

[belablue222]

hii sry for bothering u but I remember this tiktok edit of Jake with the song "el taxi" and it had one panel from the mk comics but I can't find it anywhere? 😭😭

hi anonnieee, sorry it took so long but it’s totally fine to ask me questions, i’m always happy to answer or help out to the best of my abilities. ngl im a tiny bit confused on if you’re asking if i could help w finding the edit or finding the comic book panel😭 but in terms of edits i tried scowering the internet and couldn’t find anything like that, i even downloaded tiktok to try and find it myself, but to no avail-

but! maybe there’s still hope, fret not anon. maybe we can use the comic book panel to our advantage. do you by chance remember what it looks like? or do you know which art style you see here from the most common runs it looks closest to?

first up is the panel from mackay, the current mk run going on, it’s very good and i personally enjoy it a lot and LOVE how jake’s written here. his iconic phrase “jake lockley is for the people!” comes from here (i need to catch up on it)

next up we have these panels from the lemire run which is my personal favorite run. he’s very scruffy and charming here, and the art and story really does him justice (he looks fine as hell in this run)

next up is the moench run, the original run. it’s very interesting to see how the author builds up or puts foundations in for jake for him to grow into the kind hearted taxista we know today :D

last up bc i have it in my camera roll is the black white and blood series. i personally haven’t touched this run because ive heard some things about certain mini stories thats in it, but jake’s appearance here is pretty close to the mcu look (moustache not included tho, my bf added that in bc i said he looked better with one💀)

i knowwww i didn’t add the bemis series(i did it in purpose, i despise that run<3) and i knowww this ended up turning into a comics jake rant, but if you’re still looking anon feel free to let me know what style the panel was closet to and we can backtrack (and hey, it’s a good way to get a glimpse into comics jake, he’s a great guy and i hope mcu jake is like him)

until next timeeee

[ifyouknowmenahyoudontt]

I try to maintain the "protect my peace" mindset in this fandom but like it's getting so hard that I can't stand so much going on in this fandom, I don't want to be in this fandom anymore atp, like the racism, sexism, oversexualization, flanderization and more just make me so mad especially cuz it's coming from a fandom that claims to be so diverse and inclusive??? Being inclusive isn't always this great heroic thing if you're including to LOOK inclusive not BE inclusive. Bipoc people aren't these like exotic specimens that spice up your already OOC characters. You cant take our titles and nationalities, post them on you character and call it a day and not include culture differences or anything. You have to do research and be mindful or else you'll end up pushing harmful stereotypes!!!1 Mental illnesses arent meant to spice up a character, if you don't have that illness and dont know first hand what its like, PLEASE DON'T just paste it and a hc??? This should be common sense. The fetishization of the characters is a whole nother thing that I think prev anon touched upon well enough for me not to mention. Misogyny in this fandom which has a large female population is baffling to me, and this fandom feels like the marauders has turned into like euphoria or smth (not derogatory to euphoria, yes derogatory to this fandom) it's just abt horny teens in a school building. Let them be teens?? Let them focus in classes, let them have more platonic relations not everything has to be romantic, let people be mean, not everyone at school are besties??? Let there fights and drama??? Idk just let it be something other than hookup high where everyone finds there soulmate before they even turn 17??? Cuz at this point this isnt British school hogwarts Harry Potter earlier generation, its American ship focused gen z highschool drama. Dont even get me started on the flanderization of most characters and my boy Sirius...Sry for the rant I just feel so strongly abt this all 😞

i love the rant no worries

[dearweirdme]

https://x.com/sugarpieces_/status/1822445884379951460

Sry, I need to rant a bit. This villainizing of jm is going too far and is so far removed from reality. You don't have to like him but I wish more people would speak up against this bs. I know they do that with Tae do but wtf is going on.

Bts are not your friends, you don't know their dynamics, you don't know what is ok for them and you certainly don't know shit about their private lives. Fans are creating this echo chamber and spread horrible accusations that spill over into mainstream view. One day someone is a victim and next they are allowed to do whatever they want?

Hi anon!

Oh, wow! That’s so bad. I hate how people take this show and make villains out of members.

We can acknowledge that the timing of this part of the show was shitty, I believe Jm and Jk both acknowledged that, but at the same time we see that they love each other and enjoyed spending time together. Jm wanting to go ahead with the show doesn’t mean he wanted to hurt Jk or take advantage of him. It is clear that Jm didn’t realize Jk wasn’t feeling well, he only heard about his throat problems while already shooting. If anything the company should have stepped in and make sure Jk took proper rest.

People who are hating on Jm because of this show are just as unreal as people hating on Tae for being on next weeks episodes. Vminkook are friends, they love each other, they want each other to do well.

Yeah, this is the part of fandom I hate as well.

[stormblessed95]

Hi i just started way of the kings, bc that was the only book from sanderson that i found, and i really wanted to start a deep series (like i have completed both percy jackson series, all 4 shadowhunter series, sjm universe all 3 series and ofc harry potter) and they were good but i wanted a more deeper well thought out more mature series, and i heard everyone like not even one single bad review from my fav book readers that i follow. I really hope i love this (cldnt get into lor or got series idk why maybe will give a try again) but can you give a timeline or any link which will explain it and the sequence of books in each series, if you wont mind. thanks,

ps its sort of sad the low amount of effort that bighit puts into jimin releases, not even mere promotion or posters even or pre order/save links or a larger grp of sites to but from or a europe ver album (which btw all of teh above that everyone else got, all the members did and pjms (no major account or so called ot7 army) are the ones promoting or putting up fliers and posters for promoting its just sad and so hurtful to see. its just so sad when people put side by side pics of jm and other member's stores and pre order links for thier albums and see jm's being like 4 stores long just that short list, it was really just sad. people have to beg them to give the pre -release songs pre order and pre save list and got that liek 2 days before the release, is just straight up negligence and mistreatment, it was really shocking to see esp since i became an army during proof era and the chapter 2 comebacks were my real full comebacks the clear discrepancies in releases of jm and others shocking (i agree even v faced some but not to this amount sry and how the rap line projects always get the lowest amount of engagement esp hobi and his hots album/documentary) i dont like solos always but in these moments when i see real tiem engagement by pjms on insta and twt i sort of become thankful for them, bc otherwise this album would have been in the gutter and esp with geffen vp streaming head's twt/comment , its really just disgusting to see, never have i seen such blatant disregard for an album release. Its just sad just very sad. anyways, thanks for the stormverse information in your recent ask, it helped a lot!

Anon come back! Lol was the list of books in last ask not what you want? Are you asking for a timeline of all the books in the cosmere in chronological order? Or just the Stormlight Archive series? Which starts with The Way of Kings? (feel free to give me updates as you read anon!!)

Stormlight Archive series includes:

Book 1: The Way of Kings

Book 2: Words of Radiance

Book 2.5: Edgedancer (Novella)

Book 3: Oathbringer

Book 3.5: Dawnshard (Novella)

Book 4: Rhythm of War

Book 5: Wind and Truth (comes out Dec 2024)

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As for the rest of your rant, I can agree that the effort Hybe has been putting into promotions for BTS lately have been abysmal, especially for who BTS are. They can and should be doing better in that aspect. But I don't super want to get into that honestly. Lol I just want to focus on enjoying what IS coming out and the efforts from the fandom too