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[felassan]

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[merioux]

i have a passion for shitposting

[terribleinfluensins]

thank you to everyone who has submitted confessions over the last couple of days! shows that i still need help tracking down most of the sins confessed include:

Antwerp (2/5 confessions completely transcribed)

Copenhagen (1/5)

Warsaw (2/5)

Frankfurt (1/5)

Vancouver (0/5)

Denver (0/5)

if you recall sins from these shows (or even simply have an idea of what they were), please feel free to submit them! i started this blog only four days ago, so it's pleasantly surprising how many sins i've already been able to find/get clarification on. again, thank you :D

terrible influence tour sins archive

submit sins from your show(s)!

[foundfamilyhq]

[tubbo--updates]

I love you tubbo--updates yall are my heroes for real 🙏🙏🙏🙏 (<- guys who doesnt have twitter, instagram, and tiktok)

we love you anon /p thanks for being so cool and nice :D

were glad we can save you all from the horrors of not tumblr <3 (minus the tiktok part cuz we dont update on that currently, but then again i dont think tubbo uses it much if at all anyways lmao)

[discjude]

Hi prequel community. If I said that I think the reason why there were only two prequels compared to the three that the other parts of the series got (3 TSY books and 3 TCY books) AND the reasons why Rhian's eye colour changes miraculously from Rise to Fall from green to blue (I think he's described as having green eyes in Rise? someone might have to correlate me on that) is because in Rise he's supposed to parallel TSY Sophie (green eyes, doubtfully good, multiple boyfriends) and then in Fall he's supposed to parallel Japeth (blue eyes, fratricidal, insane, gets cool one liners) how would you react to that

[casiavium]

love tumblr's search function. I can't find the FUCKING post I'm looking for

[marc--chilton]

Hi! Im more-mouse-bites on ao3 and I came and followed for the mgv content.

I’m writing an ABO house fic of my own atm! I was going to follow the long-beloved trope of “house hides his second gender and everyone thinks he’s an alpha, but then something happens and he’s exposed” but I realized that I could have a lot more fun with having House as a known omega from the start. I have omegas as slightly more uncommon and definitely frowned upon in high-intensity careers like medicine, because of their perceived frailty. I’m such a slut for the socio-economic implications of an ABO universe, lol.

Which segues into my question— in your AU, what’s the general consensus societally on omegas? Does House have to routinely fight against ignorance and dismissal? And if so, how would Wilson react? Or even just to general patients being terrible to House. Would he step in, or would House stop him because that would undermine his credibility?

Really love your AU! Can’t wait to see more ❤️

(hiii thank you for the kind words on here and ao3 kisskiss) house hiding his status as an omega and going through life as a false alpha is great i won't lie, but the idea of house being ASSUMED to be an alpha simply because of how he carries himself and taking great joy in surprising people by being like (loud incorrect buzzer).... the mischief. it's so yummy

that's rly neat!! i definitely believe that omegas being in places of power/authority are uncommon due to how they are perceived as the lesser secondary sex. an omega NURSE or orderly would be easier accepted than an omega DOCTOR, for instance. and then some patients being like "i don't wanna get treated by no 'meg, i want a different doctor seeing to me" of course.

given to the types of people who end up seeing house for their mystery illness of the week, there are definitely more than a couple of hardheads who try to challenge house's authority either as a patient in the hospital bed, or as family/loved ones of the ill who can't believe a mere omega can cure the patient. house would antagonize them back, of course, but not give up the case either if it's good enough a puzzle.

wilson's reaction to seeing house get discriminated would depend on what the aggressor says/does and wilson's own cycle as well. (this is operating on the default that they're unbonded as well) because as much as i LIVE for protective wilson, he also knows how to throw house's shit right back at him. and house is a jerk, no matter the au, so from the outside looking in he wouldn't bat an eye. if he's brought on as a consult to the case, he'd be a little more involved; professional, but he would defend house's integrity and skill.

closer to rut, though, he would be a bit more..... tense. he catches an alpha kick house's cane out from under him in a fit of aggression and before you know it, he's pinned them to the nearest flat surface and is growling in their face. HUGE no-no as a doctor but also one he can get away with at trial, yknow, "crime of passion" type thing.

as a distinguished (.... sort of. it's greg house) specialist and literal grown man, it gets on house's nerves, yes. and as someone at odds with his secondary sex, he also hates that he even brings out that part of wilson's alpha biology, too. but -- and he wouldn't admit this under threat of death -- it also makes him preen a little inside that wilson's hindbrain (his subconscious, the pure primal instinct with No Thought behind it) deems him as something worth fighting over, protecting, defending when house himself does not.

[i-am-a-fan]

when i submit maintenance to you, i promise im not doing it because i think you’re soooo pretty when you look at my pipe system.

[forzafinally]

1.5 hours of research to write 6 lines of the review of literature for my thesis. I should be allowed to bite people

[konveeart]

Summary of Art 2024 before NY's?! Crazy!! Happy Holidays~

For the last 4 years (more mindfully and successfully the last two), instead of yearly goals/ resolutions I've been setting "mindsets". Making art is a process of expressing my soul burning bright, with whatever fuels it at the time, so taking care of my body and mind has been essential in keeping the relationship healthy, happy and on the dance floor. I am pretty sure I've noted somewhere what I wanted to do this year project wise (or it was so intense it got printed on my brain), which was finish at least one project and find my answers on what it means to me to "want" and "have to". The latter is still a wip, but more on that on the DW entry under the cut, hehe~

::Quick Summary

January, February, March: Mostly messing around doodling and half-jokingly working on skull-anatomy because I was busy out of my mind studying & working on a long project || April: Project working, moved to my village to focus, played The Sims2 after over a decade, paperwork hell, streaming nights~ || May: Major win!! project finish, Convention Time! || June: Moved out & patiently building energy lvls again.. 🐚 || July: Picked up the pencil & drew a bunch of Sephiroths in my sketchbook, read books, physio </3 || August: Going on a skull-spree!! (also still a wip but I'll learn to draw faces no matter what!!) || September: Chaniartoon Fest, sketches, paintings, wips, making buttons for the first time and as if all weren't enough-- baked banana bread(s) and went off to get the Open Water cert. after so many years (／ˍ・、) || October: drawing for my friends gives me life and is the best thing I've done this month ♥ || November: con prep, back to class while simultaneously working, zine work, dog-sitting!! || December: work, zine, homework, loads loads LOADS of music?! ♥ (((*°▽°*)八(*°▽°*)))

Thank you for a "do-it-scared" year 🌱 Some kind of leap-of-faith on it's own.. ✸ Wishing everyone health & strength to overcome any challenge 2025 has in its sleeve. May you indulge in what makes you happy ♥

Fun facts:

Started reading literature this year. Had a blast (and got blasted, in multiple ways).

In one of my dives (scuba) I threw up in the sea in front of a tourist boat, those that have glass bottoms. No one will forget that at the centre. I got the reputation now.

David Wojciechowski & Victor Fritzsche - Gato was the album that carried me through January - February and you should absolutely give it a listen if you haven't yet, and if you have, listen to it again!!

I wrote a dreamwidth entry with everything I think is relevant (but also might not be). It can be be relatable though, so I'm happy to leave it out there.

[foundfamilyhq]

[indi-glo-archive]

me still being on tumblr is like. i think i got so used to suffering that i just do it for no reason now

The kinds of things the Heartstopper and Young Royals fandoms put me through as a child were genuinely so fucked, and the only reason I didn't bat an eye was because I'd already developed dissociative disorders from my other child abuse (shoutout to the person who told me it was obvious I'd never been bullied bc I sympathized with a fictional fellow victim!).

People called me woke trash, racist, and repeatedly accused me of being an abuse/rape apologist for pointing out flaws and being able to put myself in characters' shoes (AKA write good analysis?). I got hate asks on a regular basis, people coming into my inbox just to tell me how much they hated characters I related to, trying to convince me that these characters, that people like me, are the scum of the earth because our trauma responses aren't palatable enough for them.

These are people who straight up do not give a fuck about child abuse if the child doesn't respond to it in a way they're comfortable with. These are people who will demonize abuse victims and make joking death threats about teenagers whose lives are implied to be in active danger. These are people who dismissed every one of my attempts to bring up racism and ableism in these shows because they were so fucking fragile and terrified of acknowledging their own imperfections. They attacked me for noticing and added to the racism and ableism I had to deal with instead of sucking it up and learning something.

And I know that this had a real impact on people who weren't me and didn't have my kind of armor because I also had people in my inbox who related to them like I did. I had adults agreeing that if they'd encountered these fandoms when they were younger, it would've made them suicidal. I had teenagers who related to the characters saying that they had been similarly abused. I'm really glad I was able to be a safe person for them, and I'm disappointed that I was one of the only ones there to do it when there are so many so-called "allies" here.

There is something seriously fucking wrong with these fandoms, and you all should be ashamed of yourself for cyberbullying teenagers off the internet. You need to reflect on that shit and fix it if you want to consider yourself any kind of ally or empath or cool gay teacher or any kind of positive influence in the spaces you’re in

(P.S. I swear to fucking god if people respond to this post with "but he sexually assaulted someone" and ignore literally every other personality trait/experience he had that could've been relatable to a child abuse survivor and the way people mistreated me, a real human being, which Charlie is not by the way, I will start doing the things you wanted to do to Ben)

[lavenoon]

Lave-san i need help i desperately need fics where the DCA does not like you initially/straight up dislikes you and avoids you. Bonus ppints for mechanic y/n

So I'll lead with the disclaimer that I crowdfunded this reply because I am a pitifully slow reader, which translates to me actually reading only very few fanfics. However, I trust my sources (from the Sleepy Cove Server <3), so I'll wholeheartedly recommend these!

First the two I have actually read:

Our Orbit is Elliptical by @sycopomp and @madame-mongoose

The Daycare Attendant is very protective of his role in the Superstar Daycare; he was made for this job, after all, and he finds it insulting that management seems to think he needs help. They insist on saddling him with human assistants, over and over, no matter how many quit. Not that he does it intentionally, of course... but if they can't handle the stress, then perhaps they aren't fit to be working with children. Hmph.

You are the new Daycare Assistant at the Superstar Daycare! Despite some reservations, you're determined to do your best and prove-- mostly to yourself-- that you deserve to be here. You're inspired by Sun and the ease with which he gets along with the children, and you hope to impress him with your go-getter attitude and unflappable confidence! (Even if both of those things are about as flimsy as construction paper...)

aka: Sun is passive-aggressive to his new assistant, whom is so determined to do a good job that they're too oblivious to notice.

Almost Human by @vilz

“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.” ― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

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You get a new job. It's a struggle.

And now the ones that make me wish I could read faster or simply have more time in the day:

Two Choices by @thelonereni

You chose this.

There was regret of course, but turning back wasn't an option anymore. You couldn't lose this new game you found yourself in, and somehow you managed to feel more and more alive the longer you played...

You have worked in sanitation since the pizzaplex opened, but that all changed when you had a bit of a mishap in the kitchen. With the only real option left being an assistant in the daycare, you decided it couldn't be worse that your previous position.

Between the surly daycare attendant, bosses breathing down your neck and the corporate overlords coming for a visit, your starting to think you make really shitty life choices.

What's The Moral Here? by @/siquieres on ao3

Your little brother is invited to a birthday party at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, hosted inside the Superstar Daycare. The Daycare Attendant takes a disliking towards you, or at least, that's what you think it is. Despite this and the violent nightmares of a sun god that plague you, you keep letting your brother bring you back. You keep coming back.

A sort of mean-spirited take on the Sun/Reader dynamic. Reader is often injured, intentionally or not.

What's It Called When Light Hits A Prism? by @/TooManyPsuedonyms on ao3

The PizzaPlex has been running--and the Management needs a new operator for one of their salvaged animatronics.

You are just trying to live independently, so of course, you'll take the job.

You have no idea what you're in for. Granted, you never really know what you're in for, but this can't be much different than working with regular human people… right?

And perhaps one where the DCA doesn't outright dislike Y/N, but the premise still causes tension in their dynamic (and you get mechanic Y/N!):

It's Curtains For You! by @muzzlemouths

|| “You will be befriending, then dismantling the animatronic,” he gets right to the point, “and you’ll have about a month to do it.”

You're not here to make friends. You're here to earn what you can, smile and nod with simple Yes Sirs, and keep your head down low. An open position as the Daycare Attendant's newest 'mechanic' doesn't change any of that. You're on a tight schedule with the disassembly and you can't afford to be getting attached.

But what happens when you do?

[lyrate-lifeform-approximation]

A Dash of Angst ...

- "it'd be a lot easier if I actually cared as little as I pretend to."

It was hard to not care for someone. Especially as an AI whos whole purpose was to be an aid.

An aid for someone who—quite frequently—could be a total jerk to everyone, except for her.

Miguel O’Hara.

It’s not like she wanted to care about him so deeply. She shouldn’t be able to, in theory. But somehow he gave her emotions, an angsty virus gone wrong, and suddenly everything around her seemed to light up.

Now, instead of mimicry, she could actually feel and interact with emotions. This would be lovely, if not for the weakness that came with it.

So, she had now taken it upon herself to fake emotions. Or rather—fake the lack of emotion.

And it had been going well—for the most part—until a freak accident gone wrong had her scrambling, mind frantic and frayed, as Miguel lay in front of her, wheezing with his hand pressed to his side.

This wasn’t how the mission was supposed to go. It was supposed to be an easy in and out, and yet the universe just had it out for every Spider-Man to never have it easy.

And Miguel was no exception.

Backup had been called minutes ago, but there was no blinding portal appearing in front of the two to save the day. She was sure that she had popped a fuse or two back at HQ with how stressed she felt right now.

A pained groan from Miguel brought her back to the land of the living and she materialized next to his head, her anxiety painted across her face.

“Do you know how bad it is?” Christ, she’s never been so stupidly worried before.

Miguel opened his mouth to respond, but instead closed it just as fast, his canines clacking together in a grating manner. His face pulled taut and his fingers clenched tighter over the gaping wound in his side.

“LYLA-“ Miguel breathed out, his voice coming out raw and raspy. She didn’t look at his face—couldn’t—instead looking down at his wound, his blood leaking out and mixing with the dirt.

A reminder of his mortality, she mused.

“LYLA.” Miguel repeated. And this time, LYLA looked up, fully taking in the look on Miguel’s face.

He looked to be in so much pain, and yet, an almost amused expression was faintly to be seen. LYLA scowled at that, vowing to scold him later for daring to smile while he was clearly in mortal danger. (she didn’t end up scolding him + had yet to learn that smiling or laughing in danger helped diffuse tensions)

“Why are you smiling?” LYLA frowned, her fingers flying over her multitude of chats to spam for backup, yet her eyes never straying from Miguel’s face all the while.

“Because you look worried,” Miguel hissed as he accidentally dug a finger into the wound, blood trailing along his fingertips.

LYLA puffed her cheeks out, putting away her chats and materializing next to the wound so she could check on how bad the bleeding was.

“It’s because I am worried.”

Miguel raised an eyebrow, moving the hand to let her see the damage easier. “It’s almost as if you cared.”

Was that teasing in his voice? LYLA glowered up at Miguel, “Well, it’d be a lot easier if I actually cared as little as I pretend to.”

Miguel opened his mouth to retort, but by how luck would have it, the portal opened behind them, Jessica and Peter coming out together with a small gaggle of Junior-Spiders following.

“Sorry we are late!” Spider-Terra exclaimed, peeping out from behind Spider-Punk. “There was an issue with the watches.”

LYLA nearly sighed before realizing there was no need for her to show her exasperation to a teen, and instead turned to the two adults.

“I’m not sure of the damage, but he’s still bleeding out from a massive hole in his side, there’s probably a broken rib, and I’m thinking some major bruising to his lungs.”

Peter quickly took over Miguel for her, promising LYLA that he’d stay with Miguel in the infirmary so she could dissapear to go handle any issues in the society that had piled up while the two were on the mission. (Jessica took the juniors to go handle the anomaly)

The day after, when LYLA went to visit Miguel, he didn’t bring up her words, instead asking about any paperwork that needed to be done.

LYLA wasn’t sure if she was relieved or not about that, but decided to let it be in the past and change her future to allow it to be a little more caring.

[thirst2]

I've been frustrated with not being able to get interviews for the last month (recent movements of Catholic startup, notwithstanding) and wrote a Music Player Daemon client in Emacs in 2 weeks.