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don't mind me, below the cut is just me trying to somehow verbalise how much i love mesto duhov on a molecular and also astral levels and also trying my best to not actually cry about it.
i'm going to start with a weird tangent but.
back in the early days of covid i talked with a friend of mine how the panic around us made us, as deeply anxious people, feel more balanced somehow. she was in france, i was in finland, but the experience was the same: the anxiety in the world suddenly matched the anxiety inside us. it was somehow a new exeprience, to feel at balance, even if the reason for it was not so good.
but this, this song, is a good reason to feel at balance, and good god, that's exactly what this song does to me. i don't know how they made a song that matches something in my soul, but they did. and the reason why i started off with a weird covid tangent is because there is incredible pain in this song that matches something in the feeling of being alive to me. and to have it turned into music and played back to me is a moment of balance unlike any other, because suddenly feeling the things you feel don't make you so unbelievably lonely anymore.
there are other songs in the world that sound and feel like they vibrate in the exact same frequency as my soul, but i haven't discovered a new one in years. but mesto duhov is exactly that.
i don't usually go into joker out lyrics because i don't speak slovene or serbian, and so i leave analysing them to those who do. but this time i just want to say, that i looked up translations and not only does the music vibrate on the frequency of my soul, the lyrics are exactly what i've been feeling, what i've been witnessing, and what i've been working with for a while now. i don't want to go too much into my personal life on tumblr dot com, but the disappearance of imagination, of life, of joy, of things worth living for, are something that i've been working with on every level of my life this year, both on a personal and professional level.
this song is just this exact moment in my life right now. this is it. and it feels so oddly calming to me. because it feels like someone else sees it too.
and it's strange because once again, they have written a song that feels like i've heard it before, but i haven't. i'd know if i had ever heard anything like it, but i haven't. of course i hear the influences, but they feel irrelevant to me with this one. it's like there are moments in the song that almost take me back to like idk 2010 or something, but the nostalgia never gets a hold of me, it doesn't stick. it's almost nostalgic but it isn't, because this is now. it just feels like, when the song comes on, it's just....right. yes, that's the one, that's the song, that's the feeling, this is right.
the contrast between the agony of the verses and the resigned serenity of the pa pa pa pa paa... it's balance, it's right, it's real. it's also brilliant composing and songwriting. this song is so interesting, so captivating, so memorable. it goes from one feeling to another in a way that is striking but makes sense.Â
they introduce the intesity of the verses straight off the bat, and then the quieting down and subsequent sudden stop with "pod nogami se trese /Â zapihal je veter, da vse nas odnese" is actually something quite familiar from rock music - you know to expect something different for the chorus. but you do not know to expect what actually happens, like it's a different song suddenly. and then they build back up to the intensity of the verses with great skill and attention to details and vibes.
the melody in "mimo mene lebdijo sami Ĺžalostni ljudje / nazaj v nostalgijo vÄerajĹĄnjega dne" has to be one of the most beautiful melodies i've heard. something about it feels very familiar, very home-like, just again, very right. but it also makes me instantly emotional, even before i ever read a translation for the lyrics. just the melody alone. and bojan's vocal performance, which is absolutely top tier through the entire song. his ability to convey emotion really comes through with this one, and i'm in awe of him for it.
the instrumentation in the song is just brilliant. the pa pa pa pa pa section is made up of sounds that bring childrens music into mind, it's full of whimsical and fun sounds, that in this context feel incredibly bittersweet and quite sad. the different guitar sounds and effects in the song, for example the sound that opens the song vs. the solo sound, bring amazing versatility and depth to the straight forward intensity of the verses. the drums portray the frustration and pent-up energy caused by the themes. the bass sound almost cocoons all of it into one and almost makes this song a physical place to exist in.
it's all brilliance from beginning to end. except once again, i wish the song went on much longer, and i miss it as soon as it begins to fade.
and i'm usually not one to loop songs. but this one i'd easliy loop all day, all week, all month, all year, my whole life, because somehow this song makes it easier to be, to breathe, to exist and to make peace with existing.Â
needless to say it's my favourite track on the album, my song of the year, and quite possibly one of my favourite songs of all time ever.
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The fact that when I read this "But everyone will learn why the Other Arthur always walked alone, stare empty. Everyone will learn how Merlin has killed everyone he loved except for himself, and everyone will know how the Other Arthur has done the same to the Other Merlin." The song I was listening (it's great it's very Arthur coded AND IT FITS THIS AU TOO đ¤â¨ https://youtu.be/twI3qZ6_8PQ?t=182&si=9AN09qUcLoSdzGka ) just went to the last lyrics "Oh gods that dwell beyond the stars, if you can hear my cry ; And if you have compassion, let me send no more to die" is fate omg
To come back on the subject : I LOVE HOW YOU WROTE THIS SO MMMMUUUUUCCCCCHHHBBHH (honorable mention to this because I was GAGGED OMG : I preferred you with longer hair.â
Arthur smiles, hand on the pommel of his word. Merlin shrugs, an equally menacing but darker sword materialising on his side, and right in his hand.
âIt was better to hold onto when I came inside you.â
Also  We meet again merlin  <- arthur, babe, I know you wanted to ride that man until sunrise came)
>#i also have this irrational fear that someone will steal my fics ideasđso like i always blog them under your blogs#talk about being dramatic#because i feel safer lmao
>Iâm sorry if it will be quite long or under your blog, but you just caught my attention because yes!!! We
I'm very happy my blog can be a safe space! And I always LOVE when people expand on what I write!!
#but also like why i havenât got all the time in the world to write all of these
I currently have 32 page of idea of wip in my doc (and Iâm not exaggerating thatâs really 32 pages đ) and Goddness know how many are actually on my tumblr so I get it đđ BUT WE REALLY NEED TO EXPAND AND CLEAN THAT ONE UP BECAUSE IT'S SO FIRE !!!!!!!!DKBSSBJSBSBSBSBSBSB
#YOUR IDEAS SOMETIMES MATCH MY IDEAS IN A WAY THAT SCARES ME
GREAT MIND THINK ALIKE or as they say were I live "Great spirits met once again"!
#but also like i always imagined this in a parallel world because i want merlin and arthur to actually see for themselves what other#possibilities there could be to their love#if there is a world where they can love each other without consequences
Tbh it could be very interesting if the reason why merthur 1's world was eating magic out of that world in particular is because merthur 2 has magic yes but it doesn't have a stable merthur relationship đ like merthur 1 world feed of magic of merthur 2 but merthur 2 feed of the kinder love of merthur 1 đ and the only way they can both get stable is if not only merthur one go back and legalise magic but also if merthur 2 are put in a room and have a âhungry cat in heat fightâ for a week that turn into slow love making as days goes by đ¤â¨ like who knew you could make war stop if you make them fuck MORE and not look at your king as you wonder when he will start to fuck less with his mortal enemy please sire it's the 8 time this month we cannot effort another tower craâ *sigh*
(also imagine from an external pov lmao like for the random people of Camelot this kingdom is already a shared custody between the king and his enemy-with-benefits who conquer it for 6 months then the king conquers the enemy-with-benefitsâ kingdom then then enemy-with-benefits conquers back his own kingdom as the king conquers once more their kingdom and thenâ)
I just find it so interesting that canonically merthur can not hate each other. They seem also they never be able to fully live if the other is far away.
Just, this is the perfect set up fot extremely dark and toxic romance.
Like imagine : Merlin and Arthur being from enemy kingdom who are at war. They both killed countless of loved one of the other mentor, friend, lover, family,... But they can't stay away. It's like a drug Arthur needs to see Merlin, Merlin needs to see Arthur. They go out in the middle of the night, they fight, they kick, but they can never give the fatal blow. They hold each other so tightly you could never know where one begins and where the other end. They scream 'I hate you, I hate you, I hate you so much' and yet, between kisses they whisper 'I hate you, I hate you, I love you, goddess, I love you so much"
When Merlin's kingdom manage to take Uther's castle, they make love on the bloody floor. They run their bloody finger in each other hair, pulling on them so hard you could wonder how they manage to never break their kiss. Merlin takes, takes and takes. Spreading blood on Arthur's flanks, pushing him on the cold floor. Arthur fights, fights and fights. Pushing back, searching for a sword but when he find one he barely put it on Merlinâs neck before throwing it away and taking merlin in a crushing embrace.
When Arthur will take back his Castle, when Merlin will lose his and take it back again. When they will have made each other king by turning rivers red. Maybe they will find a different love or maybe they won't. It doesn't matter, as for now, their kisses have only one taste, blood and war.
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is PCRF still where you recommend people donate, or do you have another recommended group? I would like to donate but havenât had time to do research.
(In reference to fundraising campaign I did for PCRF)
One of the most important things I have learned about conflict and healthcare and devastation, from someone who deals with them for their living, is that it is fractal, each piece of it containing unimaginable complexity, and that as a human you canât really deal much with fractals that get more complex than, like, ferns. I am oversimplifying here. But the thing is that you cannot get bogged down endlessly in debating the nature of fractals. You decide on the level of complexity you can manage , perform an action and move on. You cannot take responsibility for every mathematical pattern that follows from your action; if you were a sort of cosmic weatherman, affecting the fates of people youâve never met through some vague alchemy of intention, youâd know about it already. Therefore do not obsess too much over The Good Place levels of ethics and research, spiralling into fractals in search of the perfect. Therefore, also, if you want to give ÂŁ2 to someone, feel free to ignore people who say âah but if you give ÂŁ2 to that guy theyâll spend it on something bad, and the whole fractal is rotten and broken.â You can only ever claim your own actions, a small piece of the fractal: to insist on your power over distant pieces of mathematical patterns is bonkers. It is religious nonsense. This is what Iâve learned and I thought it was pretty good, from someone whoâd know.
So I believe the Palestine Childrenâs Relief Fund is not able to operate in Gaza at the moment, like many non-profits; I believe Medeciens Sans Frontiers arenât in Gaza at the moment and thatâs pretty dire indicator. However, they are mobilised in Lebanon.
The reasons why I selected PCRF to support include the fact that they have been able to deliver material aid, had pragmatic routes to evacuate children, and were reporting some success in providing/stabilising healthcare infrastructure. They have stated from the beginning that their intent was to support, and ideally restore, healthcare infrastructure, without which you cannot run a nation. I have known healthcare professionals who traveled with PCRF to work on complex cases prior to this conflict and I personally know/respect one of their prominent supporters, which helped me to make this choice. I also was hoping in the future that Gaza would have restored healthcare infrastructure and PCRF had stated their commitment to doing so.
I have received and listened to criticism about this choice, and I firmly believe that no matter what choice you make to support a cause, youâll receive some measure of criticism (the fractal! Elodie you must consider the fractal nature of reality at all times! Scrupulous frantic morality is necessary at all times !), and that this should not stop you. To explain a bit about this, the criticisms Iâve received have mostly fallen into two camps:
- âthe wrong sort of charityâ - one concern is PCRF are not able to promise that their work will never support Hamas supporters or their families. This has been raised as âPCRF support Hamasâ. but genuinely, given the realities of conflict, it is not practical or sane to require that people bring proof of political affiliation when seeking healthcare for their children. Iâm comfortable saying that this, like other risks of fundraising/donation, is always possible but not a major consideration for me.
- âthe wrong sort of fundraiserâ - conversely some people stated theyâd prefer I support individual families seeking evacuation through GFMs. This is also fine but my choice in the charity was partly in thinking about families who do not have GFMs, and children who do not have families. I also felt, at the time of fundraising, that supporting healthcare infrastructure was very worthy in a different way - after all, at the time the same people doing GFMs were also using/needing what healthcare was available.
My shoulders are broad, and Iâm comfortable with these criticism. I am fully aware that this is not a complete solution but I personally continue to support the charity. I am explaining this to indicate that there will always be criticisms; you must accept that you can only take a small piece of the fractal, and you must accept that quite a lot of the fractal was never in your gift to control.
The situation is constantly changing and with the departure of organisations there is genuinely less hope of materially restoring the infrastructure in Gaza. At the moment donations to PCRF will likely be mobilised to Lebanon. It may be that this speaks to you. It does still speak to me.
Ultimately while itâs important to do research, it is always going to become fractal, especially in conflict situations. Nobodyâs ever going to be able to point to a perfect thing that will fix everything and absolve us of criticism, you know? You will always only be able to pick up a piece of the fractal.
Now moving away from âwhat I personally supportâ there are many people more informed than myself and I would like to direct you to them as well. @gothhabiba is someone I follow who has posted several very useful posts about this and has been extremely informative, and spent a lot of time and attention on this, so I would defer to the resources and fundraisers theyâve put together. Her response to a similar question has been âpick 1-3 personal fundraisersâ - this is a piece of the fractal. At the moment if what you want to do most is âmaterially help people in Gazaâ that seems like the best option.
Also he doesnât post much on social media, but when you get the opportunity to read a scientific article or anything by https://x.com/sullivanprof itâs worth stopping and processing. To me, Richardâs life work really shows how a piece of the fractal unpacks to reveal the whole world. I think if you have emotional space to research, itâs honestly a good investment to read some of his âmanifestosâ on intersections of healthcare and conflict.
#sorry if this is incoherent there are much better people to ask but I recognise that#by doing a fundraiser it is a very reasonable question#also genuinely the thing about Richard is that he is just so not bogged down by the same concerns youâll see on social media#like#thatâs a guy who just flies into warzones and starts treating people#and when you chat to a guy who does that then a lot of stuff on the internet about how much your ÂŁ2#like how much tiny little intentions and ÂŁ3 donations and tumblr posts and like. ao3 tags affect reality#it does put it into perspective. of course it does make a difference but the stuff that actually affects the material world is largekynmat#largely material and it usually looks like a random guy who just. goes. into warzones and treats people. and then stands up in front of#the seats of power and tells them.#and goes to conferences and teaches them.#and he does not worry about ao3 tags at all.#ultimately Iâm trying to get at that the paralysis about the complexities of situations is genuine and true#but itâs also very much a state of mind that supports the seat of power#so recognise that a lot of it isnât in our gift to control and move on with what we can and do control
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"For particularly important things, it's always more reassuring to write them down like this." - Zhang Beihai
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#my art#three body problem#3 body problem#zhang beihai#ä¸ä˝#çŤ ĺ澡#i've been meaning to draw three body problem characters and actually post them on my blog for quite some time!#so if anybody wants me to draw any specific character from the series feel free to reply here or send an ask as a request!#beihai is my top favorite and he resonated with me more than i expected! i rather liked bits of consequentialist philosophical ideas in him#anyways incoming ramble/infodump in the tags about various subjects pertaining to him#all you need to know about me is that i often lurk in chinese language fandom spaces and you might see commonalities in designs#if you see fanartists draw him with the broken eyebrow and mole then that's due to the ćçä¸ä˝ (my three-body) donghua adaptation!#admittedly i was introduced to the series through that adaptation years ago because it seemed rather absurd (minecraft haha) but oddly good#at least check out the third season (haven't seen the fourth one yet but that's ongoing actually) or listen to ĺ¤čŞć (night voyager)#i'm rather curious how fanartists on tumblr might tackle character designs since i mostly see the two live action adaptations here#i want to diverge my designs from any particular adaptation but my beihai design takes a lot from ćçä¸ä˝!#now about beihai- i really enjoyed his characterization and i'd like to bring up a maybe unintentional parallel and foil with the eto#hopefully that's something new to add to the discussion about zhang beihai and here's what adaptations don't get about mike evans#in the book he's a character you mostly only hear about from others and he's known to be a private person#he conceals a lot of his thoughts from even people like ye wenjie + he taught the trisolarans about deceit#then his strategy to kill luo ji was to keep it low and make it seem like an accident which those obfuscations of thought parallels beihai#then evans says: âbut⌠it's obvious now that everywhere is the sameâ which is similar to beihai's âit doesn't matter. it's all the sameâ#the contexts differ but i think they're good foils about human nature âbeing the sameâ with evans's quote being about futility#then beihai's was about how regardless of if he survived or not- someone else would be able to carry on with his work#i have many other thoughts about beihai like how chu yan's (captain of blue space) group approach with the voting contrasts beihai#while beihai tried to bear the weight of attacking the other ships in solitude- chu yan made vengeance against trisolaris a group effort#(which that action goes against how the swordholder was a solitary role instead of a group one which is neat to me!)#i'd discuss more but i think that's enough to show that i really love zhang beihai (feel free to discuss the books with me though)
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I think itâs so funny people refuse to tag like nudity stuff because ânude bodies arenât inherently sexual!â And while I agree you also have to realise that nsfw doesnât mean sexual content it means Not Safe For Work and if my bosss catches me looking at untagged naked people I think Iâll be fired
#loserâs liddol rambles#granted one could say âjust donât go on tumblr at work?â but also like. what if a bitch is on break. or literally not able to do anything#you think about that#anywho I genuinely do agree: nudity is not sexual; itâs literally just the human body#but do other people believe that? no dumbass#me taking a stand means nothing when the rest of the world is against me#choose your battles đ¤¨#anyway this also goes for heavy gore as well your boss probs wonât fire you for that but likely will send you to hr which THEN might lead to#you being fired so#you arenât special trying to make a stand against something that doesnât even work the way you think it does#dumbass#edit: person who inspired this post got an ask basically saying the same thing and they said that nudity in museums is fine#and I realized. people seek out that nudity; thereby consenting to see artistically recreated genitals#I. didnât. actually?#and also#that sort of thing is also a trigger. like-#it sounds stupid but you donât have the right to decide which triggers are and arenât stupid so#anywho just still annoyed because like. I didnât want to see a naked man on my dash today. (well. that day) but OH WELL
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At least even when I was a teenager and identified as communist, I was still never a soviet apologist
(And as I got older I came to dislike the USSR more and more and more, also seeing that soviet apologism kinda tended to fuck things up for western communists cause they'd be so busy running defense for people who didn't like or care about them, that actually getting policies passed to help western workers came second to being a tankie)
(Straight up, while I was volunteering in Quebec, one of the people I stayed with had this book by her uncle about being a Canadian communist, and he basically pinned soviet apologism as the whole reason he left the party cause they were more interested is doing PR for the kremlin than they were interested in like... unionizing in Canada)
Anyway, tankies suck, soviet apologism suck, and I'm glad to be able to say that even when I was a communist I didn't fall into that trap... like thank fuck for that, you know?
#honestly my positions as a teenager were more or less what they are now; just not as clear and using different worse terms#these days I'm just so sick of legislating what's socialism; what's capitalism; what's whatever#that it's like man... I think robust social safety nets are good in a lot of ways including for the economy#and I think that probably using currency makes more sense than barter#I just also think strong regulations are important cause otherwise you wind up with rat shit in the food (need stronger than we have)#and I think that handing out that money via welfare is a good way to get people spending and also living decently#so call that whatever the fuck you want; I don't care about the label; I care about achieving those goals or something similar#really just don't like labels these days; like descriptivism where I describe what I am and let other people fill in the blanks#makes for a lot less confusion than post communist when I'd always have to be arguing over what a socialist was#I no longer give a shit; I yam what I yam; and what I yam is someone who likes welfare and making sure people have enough#also fucking over big companies; I'm for that over all#part of the reason I stopped being a communist is I've had this rule for years now that says#'groups of roughly more than 50 people start getting corruption'#communism 100% works on a small scale; most households are communist; everything into the big pot to serve the communal good#my minecraft server is communist; we don't sell each other stuff; all goes into the same pot and we take and share what we need#at a scale of like 10 people communism actually works great; isn't a dirty word at that point#it's chipping in and being part of a community#(you gotta be a real messed up group of people for sharing and pooling resources to lead to mass graves when there's like 5 of you)#but in a big group communism is a great way to have the worst person get absolute power; it just sucks ass and should never be done#wonderful in theory; but doomed 100% of the time in practice; never do communism on a government scale#but anyway; same reason I hate communism is why I also hate mega corps... lot more than 50 people#and what do you know? they're corrupt as shit#other thing about less than 50 people; you can kinda more directly see when someone sucks#and you can kick em out; or you can leave; or you can say 'that small business is awful; I'm never shopping there'#I don't know; I'm just thinking outloud at this point; I can't give you some detailed polisci paper in fucking tumblr tags
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#I've seen innumerable accounts boosting posts claiming to be from Palestinian individuals with gofundme campaigns#I hate to tell you guys but all or nearly all of these are almost certainly scams#they're the same as the pornbots#Gaza does not have the ability to use gofundme directly#If you look at the pages of these things it's usually some guy based out of Brussels or elsewhere in Europe#and there's no way at all to tell whether this is legitimate or how any money they collect is getting passed on to someone in Gaza#it is very easy to get photos off the internet that look like they're from Gaza#there are a few tumblr accounts that claim they are vetting these campaigns#but they never tell you how they're doing that so there's no way to be sure it's happening at all#this is not a good use of your money if you want to help Palestinians#please for the love of everything donate to a reputable charity like Anera#they're working with Palestinians on the ground and they explain their process thoroughly#they don't work with groups like Hamas#the money goes to actual people and communities that need it#I know people are falling for these tumblr scams because of their better natures#they want to help and that's lovely#but do it the right way#don't line some scammer's pockets#fully expecting to be cancelled for this but I'm so tired of seeing people boosting these scam artists
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Like I don't care for the book, but this post is just an example of one thing that I dislike about the twt -> tumblr communication/transfer.... missing out on later clarifications & added context, and ppl taking it all on face-value
iâm lmfao at this shit
#not unique to twt->tumblr. it happens on the same tumblr post too and all that. but idk.#it's just a little frustrating when things are presented one way and people run with it (& then there's perhaps... consequences & ppl takin#things a little too far)#the fake sample is WILD tho#idk sometimes it feels like people share posts onto here only to further the âoutrageâ moment cause ya know. everyone got something to say.#it's that... ugh bit of being on twitter. it's so incredibly easy to involve oneself (ex like) in the most random & stupid outrage/discours#makes me feel like I'm going out of my mind sometimes#& the moments when I see the tumblr posts it's typically over on my tl on twt so it's like... âwe're still on that?â#which was... I mean you do get *more* news and things quicker and with more context typically on twt unless someone else goes out of their#way to add those to tumblr posts. and I guess that was one of the reasons I even started actually using my twt account. but yea.
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Some quick tips to spotting accounts that are pretending to be a Palestinian needing mutual aid. Please keep in mind that not all of them are scam accounts, and that some may legitimate blogs who just arenât too knowledgeable on how tumblr works. This guide is based around what I go by when checking certain blogs and usually itâs a quick giveaway the blog is a scam.
Please read this post too from my other blog before you tell people donât donate to gfms:
1. You was sent the ask as someone who regularly shares Palestine related content such as regular news updates of posts by other Palestinians who are regularly giving updates. You may also get these asks from sharing a popular post that is from the Palestine tag. If you post often about Palestine, you will always start getting these asks. These askers donât care if you state donât send the asks. They will anyway. Unfortunately minors also get sent asks.
2. The ask has odd formatting such as having odd quotation marks in it or unusual formatting that may indicate itâs been edited and copied from somewhere else. Often the ask is the same thing as the post itself minus a link to a donation site. These asks rarely change so searching it should pull up if itâs been sent to other bloggers and sometimes the asks are edited only to add new phrases to them in time.
3. The account is almost always a few days old or a week old or long depending on how often they have sent asks. Usually some may even be an hour old and reusing a familiar pfp/ask.
4. The blog has a few Palestine related posts or posts from random tags reblogged to pad out length and then no more. They will have no original posts besides the pinned post while occasionally answering asks that they may have received but otherwise nothing else and no further updates given either.
5. They may have a Linktree link that is called âGoFundMeâ as if indicating they have a GoFundMe there. However, they donât. When clicked on, the Linktree actually goes to a PayPal account whose name may not even match the one their supposed name is. Theyâll say itâs a friend, but itâs just the same person not someone else. Youâll see this same name across multiple accounts after a while usually giving away itâs not legitimate even under a different theme.
6. The text used by the blogs are often real stories stolen from legitimate fundraisers and searching parts of it in your preferred search engine should pull up the sources. These sources make no mention of a tumblr account either or donât have the PayPal account associated with them in the info. Scammers often impersonate a real person in need and will ignore you if you show them the source they copied from.
7. Legitimate Palestinians often link to their own GoFundMe posts that their friends have set up or post links to other social platforms they are found on. They will regularly post updates when possible, post sources to support them when necessary, and also generally have some method of verifying their legitimacy. They may often share links to support others as well or give links to charities that have been shown as reliable. They will have more original posts than just a single pinned one and regularly speak to other tumblr accounts beyond just an ask. Please donât bother them with asks about possible scam accounts. There are many guides out there that can do that for you if you search. You may find verified fundraisers too.
8. Scammers donât know anything about Palestine and will often have trouble once you ask them anything beyond the mutual aid post. They donât know the languages decently and you can tell it pretty easily if youâre one who uses it regularly. Whatever the scammers use is often just copied off the site they got the post from. Sometimes the text is just reused from past scams such as asking for insulin that doesnât last long.
9. These scammers can and will use names stolen off real Palestinians to look more legitimate and trustworthy. They change names constantly once one of their PayPal accounts is shut down.
10. If you do see a GoFundMe link on a blog, donât immediately assume itâs a scam just because itâs a relatively new account. Check the post notes to see if anyoneâs verified the account yet or wait a bit as it takes time. You likely can search around to see if anyoneâs posted anything where the blog has been vetted by others. You may also see if the GoFundMe is referred to on other socials or on lists that compile verified and vetted fundraisers.
Please donât let these scams deter you from sending support where it needs to go. Even if you canât donate personally, there are other ways to help. If you are sending money, please make sure that itâs going to where itâs needed and the place itâs sent has been verified accordingly. If you find a blog is a scammer, and have been able to prove it, please make sure to alert anyone sharing the post and report the account.
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F1 drivers rated on how likely they are to know what ao3 is
note : this is just for entertainment. I will also use this to make a general reminder not to get anything fanfic/rpf related outside of sites such as tumblr, ao3, or wattpad. Enjoy!
This is just the current grid, because if I had to do it with every driver that raced this season, I'd get a surprisingly high amount of drivers to talk about.
20. Fernando
Grandpa. Need I to say more?
19. Checo
In a recent GQ Sport interview, he revealed that he didn't even have social media on his phone. I'd be surprised to hear he has any ao3 tab open up there.
18. K-mag
I don't feel like I need to explain this one. But I also believe that if Haas got him to read a chapter of a wattpad fanfic out loud where he has to replace Y/N with his own name after every penalty point he gets, he would have stopped causing so much ruckus. Or he might even cause more, who knows what goes on inside his mind.
17. Nico Hulk
Hear me out, he doesn't know what a fanfic is, but if he were more popular with the writer, he'd read the shit out of those.
16. Valterri
I could pay actual money to hear him read a 'kidnapped by one direction' self insert story out loud. If there is any Sauber intern lurking here, please consider. Wattpad as a sponsor would bring you a lot of money, think about it. I promise you will see a rise in your fandom if the name of the team was "wattpad kick sauber". I would buy merch. You need the money the way the constructors are going. Think about it.
15. Lance
I don't know too much about him, but I will assume he doesn't spend too much time on social media, or googling himself with all the hate he gets. But maybe if he were to read a strollonso fanfic, we might get to see him have actual expressions on his face. Granted, that would be a look of horror, but I will take what I can.
14. Carlos
I think he might combust if he read any ABO fanfic. I might want to see that.
13. Max
He is too busy sim racing to care. Good for him, I wish I could say the same about myself but alas I am too busy reading the same fanfic for the 23th time.
12. Yuki
I believe if you pronounced the term "Y/N" next to him he might assume that's a car brand. Or, like, hello in a foreign language. Again, good for him.
11. Zhou
Hear me out, fanfics seem to be quite popular in China, and he has a sister, there is no way he hasn't heard of the existences of it. I don't think he has read any though, which is for the better.
10. Franco
Our dear Franquito hasn't been on the grid for long enough to discover the amazing word that fanfics have to offer, but let me tell you that if he hasn't found out stuff yet, he'll find some soon enough. Let the writers have time to write a little bit more about him, and soon we'll get an instagram live of him reacting to those.
9. Liam
I think he is young enough to have googled himself (he had to find something to do since he's been a reserve driver since like the year 2010), but he also hasn't been a permanent member, so he might not have enough material to accidentally stumble upon.
8. Esteban
He googles himself. He knows there are fanfics. And he fucking likes that. If there is a rise of pierresteban fics on ao3 after Brazil 2024, he will be the first one to know let me tell you that much.
7. Lewis
Okay you might be wondering why this senior citizen is up here, and the answer is simple : he is too famous not to know. Like COME ON. He's been here since 2007 (which is longer than some people who'll see this post have been alive forâ that's a scary thought for another day), he has been in famous and televised rivalry, and he has to live with the existence of the quote "everything but a lover" about nico and him.
There is no way he hasn't READ a fucking brocedes fanfic. If he is willing, I will teach him how to use ao3 so he can look-up some "fix-it" fics. He might use some inspiration, and who is better for that than tired college students writing about their sad ass in between lectures?
6. George
He seems like the type to lurk a lot around the internet, so the chances of him finding the link to a fic on the third page of google isn't impossible to me.
If you find any comment of someone correcting your spelling, you know who did it.
5. Pierre
He probably googles his name too often not to have stumbled upon a "Reader x Pierre Gasly" wattpad fanfic. sigh.
4. Alex
Alex, I know that you are the second most likely to have tumblr (right after george who actually has an account). The chances of you knowing what a "lemon" is is way too high for my liking.
3. Charles
The C in Charles stands for Chronically Online. My boy was known for liking tweets about himself, and we know that fans talk about fanfics on twitter. He clicked on a link of a lestappen or sebchal fanfic at least once out of curiosity let me tell you this much.
2. Lando
Too chronically online not to have read fanfics about himself. I just know he typed in "lando norris fanfiction" straight in google at least once. Jail.
1. Oscar
Here me out : his sister is a K-pop fan. If you believe that she never yapped about a fanfic she read to her brother, you are strongly unfamiliar with sibling relationships. But the chances of him not listening to her are also very high, so maybe he shouldn't be so high up my list. But oh well.
He is also good at hiding his game, but he is as online as Charles (you thought you were sneaky but we caught you clicking on that link of Max playing air-hocket dear Osc.)
For my own mental health though, I will assume he hasn't read about his own self yet.
#oscar piastri#charles leclerc#lando norris#max verstappen#lewis hamilton#george russell#alex albon#franco colapinto#yuki tsunoda#liam lawson#carlos sainz#valterri bottas#zhou guanyu#nico hulkenberg#nico rosberg#keving magnussen#fernando alonso#esteban ocon#pierre gasly#lance stroll#formula 1#f1 grid#lestappen#fanfic#brocedes#f1 incorrect quotes
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Since I think it'll be a hot minute before the next update, I figured that I'd post some headcanons relating to this au that have been floating around in my brain for a while!
Bruce is one of those celebrities that has tens of millions of followers, but unless you live in/around Gotham, there is a high likelihood that you have never seen his posts
Even though he spends zero to no time on twitter in his day to day life and doesn't have notifications turned on, Dick is always one of the first ten people to like his sibling's posts. There is a running bet going between the rest of the family about how he does it (there may or may not be a murder board)
Jason can and will get into heated debates with idiots on the daily on a secret account. Bruce has been begging him to stop because he knows that it will eventually end up reaching the media. Little does he know that's Jason's main motivator for continuing.
Because of her dyslexia, Cass doesn't really use twitter a lot, since the idea of reading scrolling walls of text doesn't appeal to her very much, which is why I don't have her make appearances very often (not that I don't love her! I just don't see her as someone who would be online very much anyways)
Tim was 100000% a Tumblr girly back in the day, and though he'll deny it, he totally still is. It's where he hosted the old blog he used to document his pictures of Batman and Robin when he was younger, and how it has transitioned to more general subjects, though sometimes he'll post a picture of one of the Bats from an angle that should be impossible for a civilian to have gotten to.
Steph actually had a big twitter following before ever being publicly associated with the Waynes! She's into the makeup scene and has posted the occasional video of her routines for years, at first on YouTube and then on TikTok. Even though the makeup wasn't great at first because she was a teenager and just getting started, people loved her humor, so they stuck around! Sometimes morons try to say that she's only successful because she's associated with the Waynes, and she takes great joy in showing them how being associated with the Waynes barely boosted her follower count.
Duke has had the same twitter account since he was 13, and occasionally an embarrassing tweet from that era of his life will resurface and be quoted around the manor until he starts retaliating by retweeting some of their "greatest hits" (like the one time tim crashed into a food table at a gala when he was nine because he had snuck his skateboard in.) Needless to say the rest usually quiet down afterwards lol
Damian has the second highest follower count in the family besides Bruce because people love how he goes from posting a cute photo of Titus and Alfred the Cat snuggling to doxing someone (coughTimcough) for annoying him
Lmk if you guys like this type of thing! I'm definitely down to post more headcanons and the like if there's interest, hope you enjoy! :)
#not twitter au#batfam headcanons#dc#batman#bruce wayne#richard grayson#nightwing#jason todd#red hood#tim drake#red robin#stephanie brown#spoiler dc#cassandra cain#black bat#duke thomas#signal dc#damian wayne#damian wayne al ghul#robin dc#incorrect batfamily#batfam#batfamily#batfamily twitter au#dc batfam#batfamily social media#the batfamily#batkids
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I want to write something sort of meta, hear me out on it. Sorry, if this hits too close to home. The idea came to me and I needed to get it out of my system. And...would you look at that, another half-written fic.
Steve ends up getting really into Star Wars after Dustin shows him to it. Like, so much that he gets himself involved with conventions, cosplay, collecting anything and everything he can. He's involved in a fandom space. Learns the world of fan fiction. And let's say that maybe, during his time figuring out where he wants to go with life, he picks up writing fanfic as a hobby.
It encourages him to get an English degree. Encourages him to lean more into that hobby, but then expanding upon it to write original short stories and small novels that go published. But he holds strong to Star Wars and fandom and finding his spot cemented in it. He's been a fan for...nearly forty years at this point (set in 2024, ugh I know).
And maybe he dabbles in online spaces here and there. He ignores the insufferable adults in the Star Wars fandom (the "um, actually..." guys, btw). Indulges the effort of typing out his handwritten fan fiction, ones he used to bring and pass around at conventions, ones he'd let Eddie read with a shy look in his eyes. And he posts them online, has a Tumblr account, maybe does a few short things on Twitter, definitely is on AO3 (albeit newer, having never attempted online fan work before).
But then...then he gets his first little bit of hate. Vicious, gross comments on his work. Sometimes in private messages. Even publicly, once, on Twitter. It irks him. He holds strong, he does. But then it gets worse and worse and somehow, worse. Younger people claiming he's too old, others claiming that he can't write for certain characters because they're out of his age range, that he can't ship certain people, he can't say that a character would do this or that, that Star Wars is media for a younger audience (despite being somebody who saw it "back in the day"). But that he...That he's not supposed to be there.
And that last little comment sticks with him for a long time. It makes his effort and his attention and his love for writing fanworks falter. He stops. Thinks about the characters he loves, of Leia and Han or even Luke and Han or Lando and Han (listen he loves writing Han). But then he wonders if it's even worth it, to indulge this interest anymore. Yeah, maybe he's older than the source material. Sure, maybe he was introduced to it a little later than most, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love it. Yet, his attention towards Star Wars completely falls away.
He stops watching it. His DVDs going dusty and unused. Starts putting away all his action figures, because what if he posts a photo one day and somebody sees them and claims that that's not for him andâ
Then, he goes completely offline from fandom. Even if he still gets the emails from users who actually enjoy his stuff, ignoring them completely. Focuses on using the internet for work. For his novels, for the little stories he actually gets paid to write. But his work just isn't the same. The passion, despite being an original story and original source material, is completely dwindled.
His hobby has been stripped from him. His interest has been knocked straight out of his hands. And he just...moves on.
Even if it hurts to go down into the basement of he and Eddie's home, eyes catching on the see-through bins of original action figures, Lego sets, comic books. Even if it makes something strangle in his chest when he opens up the browser on his phone and it immediately opens to a new ship he'd been getting into: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalkerâbecause he finally picked up The Mandalorian, because he was finally talked into watching it when he had the free time.
And then it all bursts over when Eddie finally approaches him about it, when they're enjoying a night-in, sitting around lazily on their sofa.
"There's a convention coming into town," he comments, "supposedly, Hayden Christensen is going to be there. We should go, try and meet him."
Steve just grunts in response.
"Oh-kay...or we could just stay home and watch the movie?" Eddie suggests. "Been a while since I've seen Darth on screen, telling Luke about"â
"I don't want to," Steve cuts in quietly, "isn't really my thing anymore."
Silence then follows. For a beat. Then two. A third.
"Not your thing?" Eddie asks him incredulously. "Not too long ago you were raving all about that new show that's coming out! That you saw they were doing lightsaber whips and you were excited to see how they worked! What do you mean it's 'not your thing'?"
Steve shrugs. "Grew out of it or whatever. Got more important things to focus on now." He sniffs, trying to keep himself held together, grumpy and firm in his decision.
Eddie's stare drills into the side of his face. Scalding, just like that lava was in Revenge of The Sith. "Baby," he speaks softly, "did something happen? You haven't even...you don't read your beautiful little stories to me anymore. In fact, now that I think about it, I haven't even seen your lightsabers around here. What's goin' on?"
He fiddles with the hem of his shirt. A ratty plain white t-shirt that he wears now when he's lounging around the house. It used to be one with the Millennium Falcon on it, but that's tucked down far in his dresser. Not for him anymore.
"Steve," Eddie presses, "did something happen?"
His stare stays down at his lap, still fiddling with his shirt. Fingers flexing unfamiliarly in the strings, unlike the loose ones on his Star Wars shirts. "I just"âSteve heaves a deep sighâ"it's time I grow up. It's...not for me anymore. Too old for it now, I guess."
"You guess or you know? Because nobody's too old for anything. Unless, y'know, you're like eighty-nine and in terrible health and trying to hike Everest, then..."
Despite everything, Steve finds himself chuckling. A giddy little sound here and gone in a breath. He shrugs again, albeit smaller this time. Crumbling within himself. Quietly, honestly, he admits, "People were being mean to me about it online. About my writing. That I'm doing it wrong, that Iâthat I'm too old for it. That I don't belong because of my age." He finally brings himself to look at Eddie, blearily because his eyes are aching and wet. "I got to thinking and I...maybe I've just been too caught up in my own bliss to realize that those people are right. They're right and I shouldn't be into kids stuff anymore."
Eddie makes a soft, sad cooing noise in the back of his throat. "Oh, baby," he breathes. "Baby, those people don't know a single damn thing about your love. But...but I do. I know that you've seen every single Star Wars movie more times than I've probably eaten in my entire life. And what about all those Halloween costumes over the years? I didn't dress up like Leia for nothing, Mr. Solo."
Steve scoffs wetly. Goes to protest, butâ
"And...and that handshake! The one with Dustin? You guys have had that for nearly forty fucking years! So, why bother indulging any of these...these hardasses on the internet? Did they sit next to you on the sofa as you fucking curled yourself like a shrimp and wrote every little intricate detail of a kiss between Luke and Han? Have they read your work while you blushed all shy, while you tucked your hair behind your ear and asked for the most earnest of feedback, to make sure you spelt things correctly or put a comma in the right place? These people, did they get to see you blossom and grow like a fucking bushel of roses over your hobby?
"Because I know I did. And even though you were nervous about your words on the paper, you still came to me. You still wrote and wrote and wrote until I had to bully you into breaks, just so you wouldn't ruin your poor wrists. If they had even an ounce of the passion that you do, they could write their own stories. They can make their own endings and make the characters the way they imagine them.
"They choose, instead, toâwhatâmake fun of you because you have a space to express yourself? Because you found passion and turned it into something so beautiful, even Iâa dungeon master, someone supposed to be amazing at storytellingâcan't put into words? You found a way to do that, Steve. And you do that with kindness. You do it for free, mind you. If their only passion sits within sending you vitriol over people who aren't even remotely close to real, then they're the ones who don't belong.
"If I've learned anything, fandom is a space to share and bounce off each other's words. It's community and it's belonging and it's sharing what you love because you just love it. Fandom isn't bullying. Bullying is just bullying, Steve.
"And everything you've ever done in your life, in regards to fandom and outside of it, is so much better than hate. You may be a nerd or...or a little bit overzealous or whatever, but at least you aren't hateful. I think being hateful, that's worseâdon't you think?"
Steve can only stare in response, fast tears down his cheeks, hands shaking in his shirt. Mind reeling. Because, yes, Eddie's right. And he maybe should've talked about it initially, but the hurt festered and festered and tangled and grew until he was nothing but an unhealed scab. And Eddie, he's the antiseptic to his uncovered cutsâthe ones deep on his heart, where all his love isâeven for things considered mundane, like movies, like TV shows.
"Steve," Eddie carefully murmurs, wrapping Steve's hands with his own, "you don't have to do something right to love it. You don't have to be a certain way to be happy. If Star Wars made you happy, then why give it up?"
He sniffles and chokes back on a sob. Because, againâdamnitâEddie's right. "I miss it," he admits quietly, "all I've done is miss it."
Eddie gives him a small smile. Something achingly soft that reaches deep within Steve. "Then open your arms and welcome it back, baby," he whispers, "even if you can't be online anymore, do it for yourself."
"I...I want to try it again, I'm just...scared. What if people hate it all over again? What if they're just nasty to me and shut me down and push me to the side and"â
"But what if they love it? What if your readers have missed you just as much?"
"You think?" he meekly asks.
Eddie's eyes widen and his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. "I know, actually. Your emails keep coming in on the computer's desktop because I keep forgetting to log you out. And, baby, you would not believe how many people have been eager for updates, for your return." His thumbs work into the backs of Steve's hands, warm and sure. "And, if it helps, maybe I can moderate your comments before you look at 'em? I'll read them to myself and if they're mean, I'll delete them."
Steve blows out a breathy little chuckle. "You'll just get mad at them," he gently teases. "But that doesn't sound too bad. Maybe I should try again. Not yet, though. I'm not ready."
"That's okay," Eddie assures, "take things slow. Maybe we start with watching the movies again? Getting your lightsabers back on display?"
"Can we go to the convention, too?"
"We can do whatever you want, Stevie."
For the first time in a long while, Steve finds himself smiling. "I love you," he whispers.
"I know."
#stranger things#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#future fic#modern day#Steve gets involved in a fandom space#established steddie
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Aziraphale lied Theory
First of all, this theory is not mine, its from @/doubleskk on Twitter and can be found HERE. Go show them some love! It's in Portuguese, so I'll do my best to translate it - blue texts are my personal additions!
This season, we have something very clear in Aziraphale's development arc: is his relationship with LIE. He lied to protect Job's children, and he lied he had performed a miracle to make Nina and Maggie fall in love. That's not counting other little lies, sprinkled throughout the season here and there.
We keep seeing Crowley say "I'm a demon, I lie", but in the big finale, we have Crowley saying the truth - the big truth, the one he has been avoiding for 6 thousand years.
All of this was to set the stage for the biggest lie of all: the lie he had to tell Crowley to fend him off and protect him.
When Metatron goes to buy the coffee, he asks Nina if people ask for death, as the name of her shop is "Give me a coffee, or give me death". What if that name is an allegory for the actual conversation between Metatron and Aziraphale?
Aziraphale may have been threatened. Either Azira goes back to heaven (coffee), or he and Crowley would have their existence erased from the Book of Life (death). So, to protect Crowley, Aziraphale had to invent a lie to make sure he got away. The Book of Life was namedropped a couple of times in the show, a Chekhov's gun that never went off - Neil is too good of a writer for that.
And Aziraphale knew that Crowley would be pissed if he agreed to go back to Heaven after everything that happened, and he knew that Crowley would never accept being an angel again. "But rescuing me makes him so happy" - Aziraphale had to make sure Crowley wouldn't realize he needed saving.
That's why he knew exactly what to say to mess with Crowley.
At 41:14 of episode 6, when Azira starts telling the (alleged) lie to Crowley, he becomes all flustered, moving his hands from side to side and stammering, SAME PATTERN as when he lies to the angels about having done the Nina and Maggie fall in love, in episode 2.
[This part really works better with 2 videos side by side, which you cannot do on tumblr, so if you want you can check them out here]
The sequence of him talking to Metatron at the table is nothing more than an enactment of his lie. The conversation didn't go like that, Aziraphale made everything up.
And when Crowley declares himself, Aziraphale starts shaking his head in despair: not now, don't tell me that now.
He also looks out the window as soon as the confession starts, as if he knows Metraton was watching him outside.
Then there's the kiss, Aziraphale falters for a moment, but he has to keep up with the lie and he knows he has to hurt Crowley on purpose. And after Crowley leaves, Aziraphale is MUST recover in seconds, because Metatron is coming back. Also notice that when Metatron comes back, he doesn't ask if Crowley agreed to go back to heaven or not. He just sends a "How did he take it?"
That is, there was never any choice, and for Metatron Aziraphale was only going to break the news that he was leaving. And Aziraphale had to invent a lie to the inmates to make sure Crowley stayed away from him.
#good omens#good omens spoilers#good omens season 2 spoilers#good omens theory#LISTEN I AM FULL ON THIS THEORY. ITS LIVING IN MY HEAD RENT FREE
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casual MLA formatting (a common way of structuring essays and citing sources) and following established nonfiction/journalism writing rules are really cool in online spaces like tumblr. let me briefly give some examples.
if youâre using an acronym in your post, establish what the acronym means first, like âthe grand budapest hotel (GBH)â THEN use the acronym for the rest of the post. i see too many posts that just go right into the acronyms with nothing else to indicate what they mean, like âif you like the HTTYD movies but youâve never read the books, are you really a fan?â which makes no sense to someone who doesnât know what HTTYD is. instead, say âif you like the How To Train Your Dragon (HTTYD) moviesâŚâ just to give people a chance. this goes for shorthand/abbreviations and slang terms, too!!
if youâre quoting or referencing something, CITE IT. âactually tempering chocolate with extra cocoa butter results in XYZ (source)â is so much more useful for people who want to learn more than a lone claim with no source or reference. even a link/url or saying âlook up âspecific phraseâ to learn moreâ is more helpful than nothing. we live in a period where nearly everyone has access to the internet, but not everyone knows how to navigate it. if you already have a couple sources, make it easier for everyone by citing them. different citation styles have different rules, but i use MLA because i already have all the rules memorised.
beyond that, being conscious of paragraph breaks and individual sentences is extremely helpful. we fanfic writers and readers joke about a massive block of text being a turn off, but it is the same for nonfiction!! chunk out your rant into bite sized paragraphs please.
i know online spaces like tumblr can be extraordinarily casual with slang terms and grammar rules, but it often gets to a point where even posts intended to be educational and informational are incomprehensible. i donât really care about your two thousand blorbo posts, but if youâve ever wondered how to improve the coherency of your rants and tangents, start with improving grammar, establishing acronyms, shorthand terms, and slang terms, and citing any claims you make especially if you already have sources on hand.
this has been a Public Service Announcement (PSA).
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Blood Drive
Summary: While donating at a local blood drive, Y/n stumbles up the best nurse in town, Wanda Maximoff. Unable to get Wanda out of her mind, Y/n goes through a lengthy process just to ask her out.
Warnings: Fluff, Blood Donations, Passing Out, Needles, Happy Ending
A/n: Not gonna lie, I think it's somewhat getting easier to write kissing scenes but I still have to look at a tumblr post just to figure out the wording for it. Let me know what you think :)
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In an era of new politics, the Mayor of New York City declared that registered heroes of the city had to do mandated community service. This was a new mission to help build relationships between the regular folk of New York City and the heroes that harbor it. Because letâs be honest, having Hulk throw your new car at the enemy was not the best introduction for regular people.Â
Those who harbored powers relaying force or strength helped out in the trade industry. Youâd often see super soldiers helping out in the demolition zone by crushing what was needed. Those with magic tried their best to help heal the homeless or aided at soup kitchens. Anywhere you can unconventionally help, the heroes did.Â
For Y/n, it was a lot of physically demanding tasks. Such as helping families move from apartment to apartment. Or helping police officers move accidents out of the way. Sometimes, she would even demonstrate how to safely carry a person through a burning building for the local firefighters.Â
Today, however, Y/n decided to do something different. Rather than focusing on the same physical tasks, she chose a simpler mundane task. âHi there, are you here for the blood drive?â Y/n nodded in agreement to the receptionist upfront. âJust sign in for me right here. Have you filled out the online rapid pass?â
âYes, I have the QR code screenshotted.â The receptionist smiled warmly. âPerfect. Someone will be with you soon. Please have a seat in our waiting area.âÂ
Y/n walked towards the waiting room area. This was the fourth thing on her list of community service opportunities to try. She wasnât quite sure if her blood was even allowed to be donated, having the super soldier serum in her surely could cause a reaction to a regular human.Â
After some tests back at the compound, the staff found everything to be okay. Thatâs how Y/n ended up in a place like this.Â
âY/n Y/l/n.â Getting up from her seat, Y/n followed a nurse in red scrubs to a different area. âHow are you today?âÂ
âIâm good. I'm a little nervous. Iâve never done this before.â The nurse led them to a private part of a huge common room. Multiple stations were built throughout with various people donating blood. âItâs okay to be nervous, but the worst feeling youâll get today is just a small prick.â
Y/n breathed out slightly in relief. âLet me first get your basic information.â The nurse had gone over Y/nâs personal information but was immediately flagged by the date of birth. âIt says you were born on April 2, 1917. It mustâve been a typo.â
The nurse almost changed it to 1971. âActually maâam, that is the correct birth date.âÂ
âSo you mean to tell me you were born during World War I?â The nurse was unwilling to believe the joke that was being played. Y/n could immediately tell from the look she gave. âIt was the Great War at the time, but yes maâam I was born in 1917. Iâm actually a super soldier.â
The nurse went back to her computer and typed in more information to store on Y/nâs file. âAh - I see. Iâm sorry about that. Thereâs already a note on your file. It looks like your director has already approved your donation today.âÂ
Y/n sighed in relief, while she didnât mind explaining to people her situation of being frozen for so long, it was strenuous trying to get them to understand it all. The rest of the consultation went along smoothly as she gathered the remaining information such as Y/nâs hemoglobin and her rapid pass.Â
âAlright dear, letâs get you to a bed.â The nurse led them back to the common area where all the beds were laid out. âJust sit right here for me, right now we currently have a special volunteer today thatâs helping out with the drive. Sheâll come over in a couple of seconds to help you out. But if you have any questions, please feel free to let us know.âÂ
Y/n sat up on the reclined bed and looked at her phone. She scrolled through her messages to make sure nothing important was happening. The sound of someone clearing their throat gained her attention. âY/n?â As Y/n looked up, she could physically feel the moment that time stopped again. Was it possible that she fell back into the ice again? Surely she would feel the same numbness as before. But it was all different. Because from just one look from this girl would be enough to melt all the ice away.Â
Y/nâs breath hitched as she locked eyes with her. âI- yes, thatâs me.â Y/n cleared her throat, embarrassed at the lack of composure she had.Â
âNice to meet you today. My name is Wanda Maximoff and Iâll be helping you with your blood donation today.â All Y/n could do was nod as she further realized that the woman in front of her was the Scarlet Witch.Â
Wanda looked through her notes on the clipboard. âIt looks like itâs your first time donating, is that true?â Y/nâs eyes remained locked on Wanda. It was embarrassing how much she couldnât look away. âUh yes. It is.â
âDo you have a preference on which arm you would like to use today?â Y/n shook her head in disagreement. âNo preference at all.âÂ
Wanda wrote down more information when a note caught her eye. âS.H.I.E.L.D. approval - are you a member?â Wanda looked over at the young girl in front of her trying to see if she could remember the pretty face.
âIâm one of their new recruits. Only been active for three months.â And suddenly, Y/n seemed to never mind all the questions that Wanda could possibly ask. If it meant talking to her, Y/n would oblige.Â
âThatâs great to hear. If you donât mind me asking, do you have any powers that we should be aware of?âÂ
âWell, I think youâre aware of my counterpart, Bucky Barnes. We both have a super soldier serum.â Wanda smiled at the mention of her old teammate/acquaintance.
 âInteresting. How come I havenât heard about you before?â Wanda couldnât shake the feeling that somehow she had managed to miss this girl for three months.Â
Y/n scratched the back of her neck sheepishly. âYou know how Steve was found in ice right?â Wanda nodded. âThatâs basically the same situation I was in but rather than crashing into the arctic, I was in a freezer chamber. Iâve been awake for only ten months.â The shock on Wandaâs face was apparent.Â
âSorry to keep asking,â Y/n never minded, âhow has it been like adjusting back to the new life?â Y/n shrugged indifferently.Â
âA little rough. I do miss my friends back from my time, but Bucky has been trying his best to help me. However, he has been focused on helping the new Captain America, Sam?â
Wanda nodded, confirming that Y/nâs information was correct. âI do enjoy the fact that Iâm no longer Hydraâs soldier though. More than anything, Iâm just glad to have a second chance in life. Not a lot of people get that so Iâm pretty thankful.â
Wanda digested Y/nâs words and was pretty enlightened at Y/nâs outlook on life. âThank you for answering all my questions.â
âItâs no problem.âÂ
âNow, let's get you set up to donate.â Wanda proceeded to bring out a couple of items from the nearby stand. On the table beside Y/n, Wanda placed various tubes and empty bags. Although it was nothing, the sight made Y/n feel slightly uncomfortable. It reminded her too much of Hydraâs labs but minus the dark atmosphere and torture that came with it.Â
As if sensing her discomfort, Wanda grabbed a disinfectant and started to disinfect Y/nâs left arm around the area inside her elbow. âYa know, for being so nice and cooperative. How about you ask me a couple of questions? It makes the day go by faster.âÂ
Bringing herself out of her internal thoughts, Y/n asked the first thing that came to mind. âYouâre the Scarlet Witch, right?â
It was Wandaâs turn to blush. She hadnât expected Y/n to recognize her so quickly, especially since she just got back to the real world. âI am.â
âI wasnât aware that you could help with the American Red Cross as part of your community service.â Wanda grabbed a marker and a squeezable toy. She placed the toy in Y/nâs left hand stating, âGive me three big squeezes and hold on the last squeeze.â
While pressing around Y/nâs elbow, she continued with, âI had to do some training to get qualified. A lot of the people who use magic generally help in other areas.â Wanda marked a dot followed by a line. âYou can stop squeezing now.â
âIâm gonna disinfect one more time and then Iâll have to poke you. Are you scared of needles?â Feeling more embarrassed, Y/n looked away as she said, âYes.âÂ
âAll good. Just means Iâll have to give you a small distraction.â Wanting to distract herself even more, Y/n asked, âWhy did you decide to do this rather than something in your wheelhouse?â
Wanda thought about it before replying with, âI like the normalcy of it. On the plus side, it feels more rewarding. Like Iâm actually earning my community time rather than going the easy way of using my powers.â As Wanda finished disinfecting, she blew on Y/nâs elbow hoping it would dry fast.Â
âWhen I give you the go-ahead, Iâll have to ask you to give me three more squeezes and hold on to the last one, okay?â Y/n nodded and waited for the signal.Â
âAnd - go.â Y/n did as told, but as she did her last squeeze and held, red wispy magic flowed in front of her morphing into swirls in the air. âWoah.â She followed the magic with her eyes, not even noticing that Wanda had already poked her and started the transfusion.Â
âShould be about 10 minutes. Every couple of seconds give the toy a small squeeze to keep it going.â Y/n glanced away from the magic amazed with Wanda. âThat didnât even hurt.â For the first time in Y/nâs life, she didnât scream when the needles came.Â
Wanda couldnât help but keep the magic up for a little longer. The dopey look on Y/nâs face was something she didnât want to go away.Â
âI told you I would distract you.â Y/n was at a loss of words. Her brain jumbled for anything but all she could focus on was that Wanda Maximoff successfully distracted her. She had a natural caring heart, something the media failed to show.Â
âYour magic is beautiful by the way.â Y/n savored the last few seconds of it before it completely disappeared.Â
Wandaâs magic has been called many things in life, powerful, destructive, and manipulative but none have ever said beautifulâŚtill now. âThank you Y/n.âÂ
There was a small silence as Wanda stayed to make sure Y/n was okay. âIâll be assisting other volunteers, but if you start to feel like you're fainting, just call me over, okay?âÂ
âI will.â Would it have been wrong to immediately fake an injury just to get Wanda back? Possibly but Y/n weighed the consequences and none could compare to her. So as Wanda left, Y/n used her free hand to call Bucky. After a couple of rings, he picked up the phone. âHey, Y/n.âÂ
Getting straight to the point, âIs Wanda Maximoff single?âÂ
âUhh - I think so. She and this synthezoid, Vision, used to date but I believe they broke up a year ago. Why do you ask?â Y/n looked at Wanda who was across the room. Her radiant smile could be spotted from miles away. âJust wanting to gather intel. Thanks Bucky.âÂ
Y/n hung up the phone, not caring about what Bucky had to say back. Her eyes lingered back to Wanda. No matter how much she distracted herself with her phone, her eyes always glanced back on Wanda Maximoff. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail and all she wore was matching red scrubs. But everything about her looked and felt beautiful.Â
Little did Y/n know, Wanda was admiring her too.Â
The blood donation was soon over, quicker than Y/n anticipated. Wanda had already come over, stopped the machine, and disconnected the line from Y/nâs arm. She taped a cotton ball on top of the area she poked and proceeded to wrap a red bandage around Y/nâs elbow. âYou keep this red bandage on for two hours and the cotton ball for four hours.âÂ
Wanda grabbed a pamphlet that had Y/nâs personal information and gave it to her. âDonât miss a single meal for the next eight weeks. Make sure to drink plenty of water as well. If you feel dizzy in the next couple of hours, be sure to call this number, okay?â
Y/n nodded. Her mind was elsewhere at the moment, trying to find ways to ask Wanda Maximoff out. âDo you have any questions for me though?âÂ
Y/n opened her mouth, wanting to ask her, âAre you busy after this?â But nothing came out. And the more she tried to say words, the more silence that remained.Â
âWanda!â The pair turned to the employee that shouted her name. âI have someone that needs your help after you're done with your current volunteer.âÂ
âUnderstood.â Wanda looked back at Y/n. âWe have snacks and shirts over there but I think you should be good now. Thank you for donating today.âÂ
As Wanda walked off, Y/n couldnât help but beat herself up for not asking. She took a couple snacks and juice boxes before walking out of the donation center.Â
Was Y/n in love? Not quite yet. Infatuated? Probably. It was the best explanation as to why she was back at the blood drive the very next day. The brown eyed girl paced around all night trying to think of ways to see Wanda again. And the very first realistic idea she thought of was to donate blood again.Â
The super soldier practically begged the compound to give her another approval to donate blood stating that her super serum allowed for faster recovery. When no one could argue with her logic, they allowed a special approval to donate so soon.Â
So when Y/n followed all the same directions, all the same questions, she was met with disappointment when she didnât see the redhead that captured her mind. âHi, my name is Lucy and Iâll be helping you today.âÂ
As Lucy proceeded to set up, Y/n couldnât help but ask, âIs Wanda Maximoff here today?âÂ
The blonde shook her head with a small smile. âIâm sorry dear. Sheâs not going to be here today.â Y/n couldnât hold back the frown that escaped. It was stupid to think that Wanda would come back the very next day, but she had hope.Â
And as much as Y/n wanted to ask when sheâll be back, she knew the blood center wouldnât give out information like that. Regardless, Y/n was determined. She was going to see Wanda again.Â
It was a new month and a new day. Although Y/n was glad to help a good cause, her hope waned as each day passed with no Wanda. By now, everyone in the blood center knew Y/n by name. On the bright side, the other volunteers were not bad to talk to but none compared to her.Â
So as Y/n sat down once again, she scrolled on her phone, expecting much disappointment. Until the voice that captured her heart called her name. âY/n?â
She looked up from her phone and saw that familiar smile that was ingrained in her head. âWanda.â Y/n couldnât hold her smile back as she finally saw the girl that sheâs been begging to see.Â
âLooks like youâre here for youâŚ18th donation? Look at you being a star citizen.â Y/n blushed knowing that those donations were mainly for something else. âI think by now you should know the drill. Are there any concerns you may have?â
Wanda looked back at Y/n, ready to disinfect her arm. âI-â Y/nâs brain short circuited at the feeling of Wandaâs hands on her arm. It was like everything that she wanted to say suddenly left her brain. But the feeling was just on the tip of her tongue.Â
âYou know, they should give you a badge or something for donating so much. I didnât even know that was possible. Didnât you start donating like last month?â Again, not a single thought formulated in Y/nâs head when all she could focus on was how soft Wandaâs hands were. Because if Y/n was able to focus, she would be able to say that her donation was 17 days, 13 hours, and 5 minutes ago. But who was counting?Â
Wanda looked back at Y/nâs chart to confirm her suspicions. âAre you still scared of needles though?â And thatâs when Y/n finally got back into the real world. For all the times sheâs been back, sheâs had to look away from the needle while using a nearby pillow to control her nerves.Â
âI think I might need your magic again.â Y/n blushed at the request but felt proud at the smug look that came from Wanda. âI might have to start charging you for the show.âÂ
With sudden blind confidence, Y/n asked, âLet me take you out on a date in return.â Wanda almost missed the vein at Y/nâs sudden question. She had an inkling that the girl liked her but never expected her to actually pursue her thoughts.Â
âYou didnât even need it.â Y/n looked down and saw that Wanda had poked her without realizing it.Â
âDoes that mean you wonât go?â Wanda looked at the time on the clock and smiled at Y/n.Â
âIt actually means you have three hours till my shift is up.â Wanda patted Y/nâs arm, reminding her to squeeze the ball in her hand. âSo pick me up then. How should I dress?â
âSomething casual. I hadnât really planned out what I was going to do after you said yes.â Wanda blushed at the idea of Y/n practicing this moment.Â
âHow about this? You and I walk around New York. I donât think the guys have given you much of a good tour. So Iâll tell you all about the new New York and you tell me about the old New York.âÂ
âYou have a deal.âÂ
Wanda and Y/n were in the back seat of an uber. The small date was something Y/n never wanted to end but the lack of energy made it hard to keep up. So when Y/n asked if it could be an early night, she was relieved that Wanda wasnât mad at her.Â
Right now, the uber was at a stoplight and the two hardly spoke as their shoulders touched.Â
âCan I hold your hand?â Y/n whispered as she lightly placed her hand above Wandaâs. The small smile was hard to miss on Wandaâs face. She could feel Y/nâs internal battle to ask her that. She leaned into Y/nâs ear and whispered, âYou donât even have to ask,â and pressed a small kiss on Y/nâs cheek as they interlaced hands.Â
A small blushed and a wide grin appeared on Y/nâs face. âI hope you had fun today.â Looking away, Y/n yawned into her hand.. âYou tired dekta?âÂ
Looking back at her, Y/n tilted her head in confusion. âDekta? What does that mean?â Wanda blushed more. She hadnât meant to call Y/n that, but it left her lips so easily. Like it was second nature.Â
âIâll tell you later,â Wanda placed her left hand on Y/nâs bicep and gave it a small squeeze, âArenât you supposed to be a super soldier? It's barely past 10 pm and youâre already tired.â Y/n scratched the back of her neck, slightly embarrassed at how tired she was. But all Wanda could focus on was the feeling of Y/nâs muscles as she gave one more squeeze.Â
Y/n yawned again, unable to fight the sleep that took over her body. âItâs what happens when you donate blood every day to try and see a pretty girl.â They hadnât even kissed but Wanda couldâve sworn she was in love. The dopey smile on Y/nâs face would make any girlâs heart melt. The red head mentally thanked that it was her that Y/n was looking at and nobody else.Â
âYou did that for me?â Y/n could think of many things she would do for Wanda, rescue a billion people, punch a hole in the moon, even kidnap someone. Regardless of how unrealistic it was, Wanda Maximoff was worth changing the tides on Earth. So how could someone so wonderful could ever question that someone would do something for her attention?Â
âI wanted to see you again.â Y/n bit her inner cheek, trying her best to stay calm but all she could think about was how soft Wandaâs lips looked.Â
The red head hadnât meant to hear that thought, but she was glad she did. She bit her lip wishing that Y/n would just kiss her already. But something about the way they stared into each other's eyes was already enough for her to feel alive. And for someone so sober, her body grew drunk at the touch of Y/n.Â
âSo you donated blood to see me?â It was still all unbelievable to Wanda but Y/n would tell her a million times until she believed it.
Their eyes interlocked causing Wandaâs breathing to hitch. She swore she could look into those brown eyes forever. â18 pints and counting.â Y/n couldnât hold back her grin as Wanda looked away, unable to hold back her wide smile.Â
Y/n gave a gentle squeeze in their interlaced hands as Wanda turned back to face Y/n. âYouâre gonna get yourself sick if you keep donating.â Wanting to focus on something else, Y/n caressed Wandaâs cheek as she tucked a loose strand back.Â
Not wanting her touch to go away, Wanda placed her hand above Y/nâs. So many thoughts ran through both of their heads. Wanda could feel the weight inside Y/nâs mind but didnât dare to peak.Â
âTell me what youâre thinkingâŚâÂ
â...I think youâre really pretty,â Y/n admitted in secret.Â
âWhat else?â Y/n rubbed her thumb gently across Wandaâs cheek.Â
âI think I want to take you out on a second date.â
âOh yeah?â
âAnd IâŚI think I want to kiss you.â Wanda swallowed all the nerves in her chest.
â...Iâd really like thatâŚâ And as brown eyes looked at greens eyes one more time, Y/n slowly leaned in and kissed Wanda. There was no rush with each kiss, something Wanda never experienced before. All she could remember was the sloppy kisses and fast make outs. But something about kissing Y/n slowly drove heart mad because how dare she live this long without being kissed like this.Â
And as they kissed, their hands never broke apart, instead, they gave gentle squeezes with every kiss. And when slowly pulled apart, Wanda knew then she was love sick.Â
Bonus
âLet me get this straight,â Bucky rubbed his forehead, feeling the headache coming forth, âY/n passed out from kissing you?âÂ
âWell, the kissing didnât help but she also donated 18 pints of blood in the last three weeks.â Wanda looked at Y/nâs sleeping figure. Her head rested comfortably on Wandaâs lap.Â
Bucky sighed. âOkay, Iâll meet you at her place.âÂ
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Friendly face (Part 3)
A/N: I know I said I always succumb to peer pressure, but that did not need to be tested. Also if I did a Hotch(or Spencer) taglist, would anyone be interested, also.. how do you do a taglist?? I may be 20 and from the UK, but I have only been using tumblr for about two months, Iâm learning (slowly). [Iâve made a form for a taglist!! itâs underneath the parts!!]
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Receptionist!Reader.
Summary: Little does the team know, their little receptionist and their Unit Chief had been closer for a lot longer than any of them knew. And while heâs brilliant at hiding it, she is now.
Word Count: 825
Warnings: please, stop requesting the fluff it hurts my little heart
part 1! and 2!!
be added to the taglist!!
Honestly, she could come to work with a massive neon sign floating above her head saying âstupidly in love with Aaron Hotchnerâ and it would have probably the same effect as she normally does to him.
While he goes through the rules, needing to check about whether their relationship - yes, relationship - was actually legal, they needed to keep it secret.
A serious conversation theyâd had over dinner well over six months ago, one that sheâd seem to conveniently forget whenever they were actually in the office together. Thankfully that isnât very often, unless heâs personally asked for files she stays by her desk.
Sometimes, he will admit, he requests reports just to get her into the office, but not very often.
However, it seemed to have been just often enough for his coworkers - Emily, mostly - to realise. From there, and after getting everyone else to join her, they were trying to find exactly how much the pair actually cared for each other.
Crowding together at the round table, quickly giving everything theyâd noticed before Hotch arrived.
Emily starts, grinning at both Morgan and Spencer, nothing better than a bit of office gossip.
âSo, she doesnât hide anything. But, weâre all well aware that he sometimes uses excuses to get her into his office. But I noticed that she always leaves post-it notes on the files that she does give him, and they do look sickeningly sweet. Itâs hard to believe Hotch actually likes that.â
Spencer chimes in, wringing his fingers lightly. He loves gossip as much as the next person, but the receptionist is a sweetheart and treats him so kindly, plus he doesnât really believe in talking about other peopleâs business.
However, heâs invested in her happiness, and knows that thereâs more to the pair than meets the eye.
âWell.. he smiles at her, more than Iâve ever really seen. And he does things for her that he wouldnât do for anyone else. He helped her set up her desk and made sure she settled properly with the team.. plus Penelope found the paperwork and he requested her to be moved up.â
âWhat?! She didnât tell me that!â Morgan looked pretty dejected, and Emily could only pat his back apologetically. But as much as they want to say that Morgan is her favourite, Spencer is everyoneâs favourite.
He just shrugged, and Morgan kept talking, needing to add in what heâd seen - and profiled - about the two of them.
âWhatever. Weâve all seen how smitten Jack is with her, kid practically has hearts coming from his eyes. And I heard them talking about her having stayed over on the weekend. And we all see the way Hotch is with the two of them, itâs like the past decade of the job lifts off him.â
They all eventually came to the agreement that they believed that Hotch and their receptionist were together, and they needed to know more. The achilles heel of most profilers, the desire for gossip whenever they can get it.
Hearing footsteps approaching, they quickly nominated Spencer to ask Hotch, panicking the younger agent as he spluttered over his words.
As Hotch stepped through, with her following close behind, files in her hands as she waited for Hotch to take them. Waving to the rest of the team happily, very grateful the images werenât on screen yet. Emily booted Spencer under the table and he jolted, getting Hotchâs attention.
âHotch!â His voice cracked, how cute. âI uh- we, we wondered if you and uhm.. if you two--â
Christ, she wanted to take pity on the poor boy, looking up at Aaron. Thankfully he seemed amused rather than irritated that theyâd worked it out. Looks like they got their answers on whether or not the relationship was allowed.
He nodded at her softly and she grinned, leaning up to peck his lips quickly, stuffing the files into his hands.
âLet me know if you take the case?â
âIâll text you.â
Grinning, she winked at Spencer, which earned her a warning âsweetheartâ, which only fed into her giddiness now that they didnât have to hide it. Loving the surprised looks on their faces, even though Morgan was definitely acting as if he knew the whole time. Exactly as Aaron said he would, god she loves that he knows them so well.
âStay safe you lot. Bring my boyfriend home safe or Iâll hunt you down!â
As she walked out of the briefing room, she smacked Aaronâs ass and scampered off giggling, being followed with his scolding voice.
âDove.â
Eventually, he had to turn back around to his grinning teammates - bar a very embarrassed Spencer who now avoided his bossâ gaze - he sunk into his chair. Waiting for whichever one was going to say something first.
Emily, of course, was the one to speak up first, looking at him all innocently as if she didnât know damn well what she was doing.
âDove~?â
âDonât push it.â
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