#this blog is a 'decent human being only' zone!

[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

hi btw if you ever tell anyone to kts/kys, you're not welcome on this blog :3

no I do not care what your reason is, there exists no valid reason to send someone death threats.

no I do not care if it's "just a joke", sending death threats is seriously damaging and can do serious harm.

and if you're one of those people that genuinely believe "but it's funny" is a valid excuse, you desperately need to get off the internet

and if you're one of the "I don't care if they k*ll themselves theyre bad!11!" get. help.

[ros3ybabe]

Accountability Buddy Search!

I am currently on the search for an accountability buddy! Someone I can use to keep me on track with my academic goals, life admin goals, language study goals, and whatever specific things I'd want to accomplish! I also would love to help someone else stay accountable with their academic/language/life admin goals!

editing to add: I have found my accountability buddies!!! Thank you to everyone who reached out to me, and I look forward to working with my new accountability buddies! I recommend for everyone who thinks it to be useful to do do themselves, because I can already feel how good this is going to be for me, and hopefully for them too!

Here are some of my goals:

regularly studying spanish/Japanese

regularly completing homework on time

regularly studying for/preparing for exams/quizzes

sticking to my routines consistently

maintaining a healthy, productive balance between school-work-life

regularly meeting my personal goals (reading, joirnaling, working out, etc)

Here are some things about me:

I am a 21 year old female

I am a junior in university, but 2nd year of studying my major

My major is Human Nutrition/Dietetics, and I am also minoring in Psychology and Exercise Science

My current courses I'm trying to stay on top of are General Chemistry II, Emotions (psychology), and Medical Terminology

I want to begin regularly studying Japanese and Spanish again

I want to begin reading, journaling, and sticking to consistent routines as well as keep academically inclined.

My Preferences in Accountability Buddy:

Female, 19-24 years of age (no minors or males, please.)

preferably in college/university, but it also doesn't matter if you independently study languages

also has some academic/productive oriented goals, or just goals that you'd like to be kept accountable on

has a not super personal way of contact for the accountability check ins (GroupMe, Discord, and eventually maybe a way to video call once we get more comfortable with each other, but of course, safety first! and tumblr inbox works too, but I feel discord or groupme might be a little easier long term)

hopefully willing to stay accountability buddies for a decent amount of time (maybe til end of my semester? mid may?)

willing to lay out or goals, accountability check in schedule, and open to communication with respect to each of our time zones/schedules/commitments, etc

conversationaly fluent/fluent in English or English first language at the least. It's the only language I currently speak so it would be easier to work with someone that speaks the same language

If anyone is interested in having/being an accountability buddy, please send me an ask or message me! Please be respectful of my preferences tho, I really do want to be safe with something like this because with the internet, you never know. I look forward to possibly meeting/working with/becoming acquaintances with you guys!!

ps. please don't be put off by the aesthetics of my blog, I can assure you all, I am a typical, 21 year old college student who works an on campus job, struggles with sleep and caffiene, and is constantly staying on top of my grades and classes while also worrying if I'm doing enough to keep my GPA at a good spot. this blogs aesthetics are purely for fun and artistic expression. If I wasn't such an aesthetic-loving person, I'd post my own study type photos but I'd feel so less-than if I posted like, a non cohesive plethora of photos I take. I'm not good at taking photos

[also-a-contradiction]

War... a small word but its pain is greater than all words. 💔 I am Ahlam, Mahdi's daughter from Gaza, I am 21 years old. Help my father 😢 Imagine your whole life being a daily struggle, not only to survive the shells and bullets, but even to make a living. 🍞💔 People in wars don't lose their homes and walls, they lose safety, comfort, even the simple things that we used to take for granted, like food and water. The family that used to dream of a better future for their children, now dreams of a day without the sounds of explosions. The father who used to work with dignity to provide a decent life for his children, now struggles to find a loaf of bread. 💼💣 In the shadow of war, even the simplest rights have become a battle... a battle for life. People wish to return to the days when their concerns were simple: a job, study, or even their morning coffee. Now? Their only concern is survival. 💔 The struggle is not only against the enemy... The struggle is against hunger, against disease, against poverty, and against the days when you lose even hope. 🌧️ War destroys more than buildings... It destroys the soul, breaks the heart, and takes a lot from us, but the only thing left is the will to survive and endure. ✊ So I ask you to help me survive this war and get out of the danger zone with my family. Here is the donation link. Please donate. Every 52 kroner is equal to 5 dollars for humanity. Save me

and my family👇👇

https://gofund.me/71c84b99

DONATE, like, reblog, follow and share this campaign and blog!!!!

[xxx-sparkydemon-xxx]

War... a small word but its pain is greater than all words. 💔 I am Mahdi from Gaza, I am 57 years old. I hope you read my words with your hearts🙏🍉 Imagine your whole life being a daily struggle, not only to survive the shells and bullets, but even to make a living. 🍞💔 People in wars don't lose their homes and walls, they lose safety, comfort, even the simple things that we used to take for granted, like food and water. The family that used to dream of a better future for their children, now dreams of a day without the sounds of explosions. The father who used to work with dignity to provide a decent life for his children, now struggles to find a loaf of bread. 💼💣 In the shadow of war, even the simplest rights have become a battle... a battle for life. People wish to return to the days when their concerns were simple: a job, study, or even their morning coffee. Now? Their only concern is survival. 💔 The struggle is not only against the enemy... The struggle is against hunger, against disease, against poverty, and against the days when you lose even hope. 🌧️ War destroys more than buildings... It destroys the soul, breaks the heart, and takes a lot from us, but the only thing left is the will to survive and endure. ✊ So I ask you to help me survive this war and get out of the danger zone with my family. Here is the donation link. Please donate. Every 52 kroner is equal to 5 dollars for humanity. Save me

and my family👇👇

https://gofund.me/71c84b99

DISCLAIMER: UNVETTED

However, according to the notes under the blog’s posts, it is likely that it is legitimate. I am inclined to believe that it is

kr470 SEK raised of kr200,000 goal

[fullspectrumdiary]

OMIGOSHOMIGOSHOMIGOSH

I get so excited when a new crop circle drops! This is the latest one that was emailed to me by the Crop Circle Connector website. I recommend everyone check it out, and once you've taken a good look at all of the ones available for free you get the archive access too because it's SO good.

This one in particular reminds me of the quadrants and zones of Integral Theory. I spent some time meditating on my crop circle tattoo at Stonehenge and since then all of the ones that have come out seem to me to be like replies to what I have been doing on Earth. They are sooooo beautiful on a spiritual level as well as a visual one and this one is so novel and cool. I couldn't even imagine that Ets would ever like box shapes! As a hippie I always thought squares were for squares! Anyway, what I get from it is that the ETs recognise and accept Integral as a valid operating system for humanity, and the boxxy attitude as being basically one which we love!

Anyway, the last few days have been pretty slow. I went out with my friend Paul to a nearby village called Copplestone, which is on the St. Michael Line, the long great ley line that passes through many sacred sites diagonally across the UK. I meditated in a field for a while, and it was just so lovely with all this beautiful black energy coming out of the ground. We also went to a pub and I had an arabbiatta pasta, while he had a pork chop. I'm vegan so I always have to be careful when going out for food. Then I spent a couple days and nights getting back to a decent sleep schedule (check what time my posts drop to see how that's going :P) and watching a whole bunch of anime. Then I went out with Paul again, this time to Exmouth for a beach walk and some more food. I had a falafel and houmous wrap and he had a kebab. It was tasty! Also, during the beach walk, I had a long and pleasant meditation looking at my tattoo with my hand on the cliff face. It was just so good to feel all that deep energy mixing with that of the extraterrestrial intelligence passing through me. I love that sort of thing <3

Since then, I've been browsing 4chan, listening to music, watching YouTube videos and practising more meditation.

Getting back to the main topic of this diary which I am working on paying more attention to, my feelings: Lately I have been experiencing the feeling of success! Just constant wins and wins, making me feel so good inside. For this reason, I'll make an AI image in orange colours for the image post that corresponds to this blog post.

I don't really evaluate myself according to cultural standards. As long as my basic needs are met, I regard myself as a person who functions well enough in society that I can begin to do serious spiritual practice. I don't really feel all that lonely, even though I barely speak to any real-life people, because I talk to people constantly online through 4chan (for far-away, anonymous frens) and WhatsApp (for friends and family who are close to me). My mum and her husband just got home from their holidays, and I'm looking forward to seeing them soon <3 For these reasons, I can feel a pervasive and powerful feeling of success even though I'm not working a job of any kind or juggling lots of social activities, and still not be lonely.

This is the culmination of the feeling of freedom from effort that I talked about in my last post. Not only do I get the sense that I no longer have to exert a special effort to be more than I was before and truly excel and exceed my previous self in some extreme way (contra all that super-super discipline-motivation fitness dogma I fed myself for so long), but now I realise that my efforts do come to good fruition because of the good intentions behind them. If I could do more without much pain or suffering, I would, but I honestly feel that I am now actually giving it my all, 100%, without actually choosing to feel pain just for the sake of getting better karma. So I'm proud of that. I think I'm going to make a red image that symbolises this feeling.

As always, dear diary, thank you for being there for me - I am glad my mum convinced me to do this. It really helps!

[adamsart]

Starting a daily blog of my life. My backstory is one of a life misspent, years lost to incarceration, loss after loss, traumatic event after traumatic event, life always lived in the moment with no time to even process what I was going thru only time to react and survive. I made alot of stupid decisions and choices along the way. However I’ve always believed myself to be a good friend and decent person to other human beings. I’m sure this could be debated depending on who’s opinion you might find. No one is perfect or innocent but I believe I have left more bridges intact rather than burning. Today I want to start focusing on my future rather than dwelling on my past. About 6 months ago I made the decision that I was going to escape the state of Utah. Out of the 40 years I’ve spent on this beautiful planet 20 or so of those years have been spent in the state of Utah it’s where I was born and raised and lived thru tremendous amounts of religious, economical, sexual and other types of abuse/discrimination. Most people think of Utah as one of the best places to raise a family which may be true if your Mormon, White, upper middle class, sheep. I can assure you for a free thinking, non church going, working class person like myself Utah has continually been a place of loss,sadness,pain,shame,and regret. Not that it is all bad just most of it. I remember I used to listen to my father get up for work everyday and as he was waking up he would go thru what I like to call waking gripes and complaints. My dad couldn’t wake up without mumbling on for hours about all his problems. Usually my brother and I but alot about the fucking Mormons and this fucking state this and this state that and I remember thinking I bet if dad had a better attitude maybe people would treat him different and I thought all these problems he bitched about were probably more him than Utah or it’s people. I discovered he was totally right about everything it only took being kicked out of the state of Utah at 15 years old and living in Pennsylvania for 3 years during high school to open my eyes to just how horrible things are there for some. I guess I am thankful to some degree because fighting daily thru my childhood being discriminated by an entire population Adults and kids alike, finding a way to survive by myself as a young teen, doing time etc. have all made me a much stronger person mind body and soul than most humans. I also believe I feel love, happiness, and gratefulness on a deeper level than most as well as being able to find happiness with very little material. I think because of the hell abuse loss with no one to help me up I can appreciate even the smallest beauty in life. Find gratefulness in the smallest gain. Trying to get this back on track sorry if this has become hard to follow. So by the age of 13 years old I caught my first three felonies. I was in the beginning of my 8th grade year and was arrested for cultivation of marijuana, distribution in a school zone, and dangerous weapon on school property. I was caught selling a dime bag to a friend at school and was ratted out because I was made to be the “problem” when the cops searched my room they found my closet grow lol. And the knife I carried on me. These were actually my first charges ever I remember being walked out of school in cuffs all of the kids staring at me being put in the back of the local sheriffs car. Never to see regular school again. For the rest of 8th and 9 th grade I rode a school bus for 2 hours on my way to school and 2 hours to get home not because of the distance but the school I had to attend only had 2 busses and had to pick up and drop off kids from one end of Davis county to the other and I was last to get dropped off and first to get picked up in the morning. 36 to 45 of Davis county’s most hated kids under one roof. My 13 year old stoner self was put into school and classes with other troubled youth however most of the other kids were there for fights or violence of some sort not dealing and growing drugs.

[aribearanon]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 + 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐢:

Aristos Levinson is a late, 30 something year old man. Better identified as a bear, a mountain, a tree, a behemoth, Ari stands at a built 6’6 with thighs the size of tree trunks and arms to match. He’s a confident and comfortable switch (his submissive side is reserved for very few individuals), with enough kinks to write a novel.

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬:

• If it wasn’t obvious, this blog is 18 plus ONLY. Meaning I will also not interact with any blogs that don’t provide their age in their bios. Unmarked blogs, throwaways, etc, it’s a basic rule, just follow it and we’ll be square.

• SFW and NSFW topics are welcome.

• Other nonnies are more than welcome.

• I don’t like to label my (or Ari’s) sexuality. This blog is LGBTQIA+ friendly. Any and all friends are welcome and encouraged.

• I do not and will not tolerate racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, antisemitism, kink shaming, or body shaming of any kind. Point blank, be a decent human being or get blocked.

If you don’t like any of these rules, tough. I’m here to have fun, but I do have a life. I’m on EST time zone but that’s all I’d like to disclose about my personal life. If y’all have any questions, I’m here to answer ‘em to the best of my ability.

𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬:

• #ari’s inbox —my lovies

• #ari’s playlist — my soundtrack

• #big bear 🐻 — my face

• #n.s.f.w. — self explanatory

[eisforeidolon]

To the frustrated and tired anon:

Apart from the great advice you already received from eisforeidolon, I'd suggest the following:

Unfollow. Block. Find new, better blogs to follow.

I blocked every single one of the Jared stans you described because I was so sick of them constantly twisting or willfully misinterpreting Jensen's words, of the constant bad faith interpretations of literally everthing he does or says, of them picking every interview or con panel apart to find some tiny, tiny thing they can be outraged about and start drama over. Soon they'll start "criticizing" (because that's what they like to call it, even though it's just stan hysteria, whining and hate) him for the way he breathes. Or maybe next time he'll look at Jared the wrong way somehow, who knows.

But it's ridiculous and obnoxious and I have no time for outrage addicts and drama queens who are determined to paint Jensen as some kind scheming, back-stabbing, narcissistic, egoistical villain, when he is, by all accounts of people who actually know him or have actually worked him (including Jared himself!), a very decent and lovely human being.

The only Jared stans I follow now are either drama-free ones who just focus on Jared/Sam and don't constantly feel the need to drag Jensen or the ones who genuinely like both of J2.

I also ventured out of my usual comfort zone and started following and interacting with people from other parts of the spn fandom (the scary world of "hellers" and "AAs" according to Jared stans, oh no!), and have found some perfectly lovely new blogs to follow there.

Unlike the Jared stans, who spend all their time trashing Jensen instead of focusing on their fave (I just checked some of their blogs and they're still at it, nothing but posts whining about perfectly normal things Jensen said in recent interviews, Jensen's fashion choices, the prequel etc.), the new blogs I follow barely ever mention Jared or do so in a neutral or nice way.

As a result, my dash is now completely free of hate for anyone, and that is very relaxing indeed.

Seriously, people shouldn't be so afraid to step out of their comfort zone.

Just because you've followed someone for a long time doesn't mean you can't unfollow/block them if their content affects you negatively or you don't agree or vibe with them anymore. And the spn fandom is still pretty big, there are plenty of other nice people from all parts of the fandom to follow instead.

Yeah. I personally don't usually go in for blocking, because, well, frankly I'm a bit of a fandom drama rubbernecker sometimes so I like to check in on all the different sides. The problem has been that I got too comfortable with the stans being somewhere vaguely over there, but the fandom landscape has changed.

There are absolutely Jensen stans who I see as the mirror image of the Jared stans in question. Not the genuinely disturbed heller types harassing and threatening the actors, nor the ones who mostly just pretend Jared doesn't exist, but some in the middle who rarely turn down the chance to mock Jared. You generally don't find them unless you go looking for them, though, which is the problem I think we're having. What was previously mostly a reliably J2 space has now fractured into J2 and Jared stans and it's necessary to adjust to that. As with fandom in any sense, I think it's very important to recognize when you aren't having fun anymore and manage your experience. Whatever that means for you as an individual.

That's what I was trying to get at, possibly a little obtusely, with my last paragraph on how I keep my dash wank-free. The last day or so, my dash is, like, 90% Jensen doing The Boys promos and the other 10% is SPN and J2 gifsets, random SPN thoughts/discussion/fanart, and a little bit of Walker. I only get the wank when I go looking for it, or someone brings it to me and I find that a much better experience.

[scriptflorist]

What are some plants that will grow and flourish in my character's garden in Vancouver when planted in spring but would die quickly in winters? Why do I constantly find conflicting care info and I also how far outside parameters it takes for a flower to die rather than just in poor condition?

Sounds like you’re looking for plants your character can grow outside, for which a rule of thumb is that flowering plants don’t like the cold. I’d say none of them but that wouldn’t be fair to Christmas roses which do require a certain amount of cold to grow properly, this however still required proper rooting prior to the cold as well as specific parameters of cold. Usually I’d say use humans as an example, if it’s too cold for people to be outside without a jacket in winter it’s too cold for plants as well. However Canada is pretty cold, colder than Germany and I have no idea when Canadian’s start wearing jackets in winter, so to avoid misunderstandings let’s try to say this in clearer terms.

Below zero °C is too cold for 90% of plants. A good chunk of trees and shrubbery can usually withstand it, and conifers tend to keep her green exterior almost regardless of temperatures, but most other hardy plants are usually reduced to exposed bark, which protects from the cold and anything beneath the grown (protected by the surrounding soil) – anything soft and green and flowery is prone to die.

Tufted pansies are an odd exception which are pretty good at handling the occasional cold night during late winter/early spring and somehow don’t droop immediately. Christmas roses could too, however prolonged exposure to extreme freezing temperatures are guaranteed to kill any plant over long or short. So the good news is pretty much anything that isn’t hardy won’t make it into the next year, and what your character specifically is looking for might be annual plants which don’t live longer than a year to begin with.

Not that hardy plants can’t die in winter, but chances are if they were planted in spring they had a chance to take root properly and your character managed to bring them through several months before that without any bigger issues, so the culprit in this case really would only be the cult. That all being said, your character can plant almost anything they have the space and ability to care for them. The key points for care are generally pot size (think shoes, if the roots are sticking out the pot is too small), sunlight (how much is needed, full, half or as little as possible?), temperature (for most plants that starts at around 10-12°C with a tendency towards room temperature of around 20°C, if this cannot be given naturally then a greenhouse is fine, although this would defeat the purpose of having the plants die in winter).

Your character could also plant bulbs, like tulips and hyacinths, although these are exclusive to spring and don’t come back after that until next spring.

Alright so what does that mean for Vancouver?

Vancouver is pretty far south for Canada (right near the border) and it's also right on the Pacific coast. So it's very wet, and not as cold as the interior of Canada gets. Vancouver is listed as hardiness zone 8b mostly, so most plants would probably do decent there until a freeze if they were not winterized (dormant, covered, brought inside, etc) but maybe some zone 9a plants would be hit or miss. There's some pockets of zone 9a around Vancouver, so it could be one of those "why are their azaleas flourishing and mine keep dying?" sorts of things.

– Mod Jana

Disclaimer

This blog is intended as writing advice only. This blog and its mods are not responsible for accidents, injuries or other consequences of using this advice for real world situations or in any way that said advice was not intended.

[fae-fucker]

Stolen Brides of The Fae, ranked

After the self-imposed challenge that became an arduous journey, we have finally reached the end where I can definitively rank all the books in the Stolen Brides of the Fae series of short, independent novels by various authors.

I will link each review, but if you can’t be assed to check and/or read them again, I’ll also write a shorter summary of my ranking and my opinions of each book.

The Good Shit

1. Stolen Mayfly Bride

Incredible originality within genre constraints, good use of the format, purposeful atmosphere and tone, compelling worldbuilding. Interesting and unique take on familiar tropes that offered a genuinely new experience compared to the other books.

2. Stolen Thorn Bride

Good take on common tropes, likable main characters. It’s honestly mostly on-par with Ice Bride and I do kind of prefer the couple in that one, but my own personal preference tends toward more action-y heroines, so this is a pretty minor thing that made it just a bit more fun to read for me.

3. Stolen Ice Bride

Cozy read, decently executed romance, likable main characters. This book delivers what it promises and should be a decent time for its target audience. It’s a little on the blander side compared to the top two, but still executes its tropes well and has a compelling lead heroine that I ended up rooting for.

The Middling Midlands

4. Stolen Mage Bride

Some interesting ideas, but most of the potential is squandered. The romance was decent, but fell into some tired hetero nonsense that made it feel a bit generic. Still, this one probably had the best action and the best “adventure” feel, so if you enjoy a slight enemies-to-lovers where they’re on a journey together, then you might have a good time!

5. Stolen Midsummer Bride

Bland, generic, inoffensive. Could be cute with some more work, but is otherwise a bit underbaked and reaches for things that are not within its grasp just based on the initial premise. The romance borders on insta-love but pretends it doesn’t by just telling you it’s not. Won’t hurt your brain but won’t stimulate it either.

6. Stolen Shadow Bride

Squandered potential, abandoned plotlines, generic characters with the hero being the weakest link. Nothing too bad, might still be a good time if you’re into these stories, but doesn’t have the potential fluffy charm of Midsummer Bride since it’s more traditional with the power dynamics of the usual female human/male fae romance.

The Stinky No-No Zone

7. Stolen Goblin Bride

Incompetently and amateurishly written all around. Awful main characters, no plot or conflict to speak of, confusing worldbuilding. Doesn’t get the last spot because at least this one was morbidly entertaining to watch fall on its face and twitch miserably on the floor. Bad time all around unless you’re in it to roast it with friends, but it didn’t make me want to never read fae stories again, so there’s that.

8. Stolen Threadwitch Bride

No originality, no passion, a regurgitated mess of tropes that adds nothing to the genre. Bland characters, bland plot, embarrassing dialogue, uncomfortably derivative and painfully heterosexual romance. I hated reading this book and suffered through it only out of a sense of obligation. If I didn’t have this blog or friends to rant about it with I would have abandoned it because reading it was a total waste of time and spoons. It made me hate the tropes it used even though I usually like them. And it doesn’t even have the balls to be funny bad or incompetently written. This is an assembly manual for fae stories. A sludge of artistic waste product. This book is nothing.

And with this, I am free. I hope y’all enjoyed this little journey I dragged you all on, and thanks for reading!

[thessalian]

Thess vs A PSA for the Alt-Right

Dear Trump voters / supporters:

First of all, what are you doing following my blog? You really won’t like it here. Go away.

But before you do, a quick PSA:

ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES.

You voted for and supported a fascist bigot who tried to fuck with an election at every possible turn so that he could stay in the White House. And that only because he’s been using the White House as a sort of bomb shelter; the bombs in this case being debts, lawsuits, criminal charges, and probably prison. Also because he gets off on the power, which he wielded irresponsibly, dangerously, and unfairly.

After four years of Trump’s bullshit? No one is going to forgive you for that.

And anyway, you don’t want forgiveness. What you want is an escape hatch, a lack of accountability, a consequence-free zone. You want us to just forget about the murderous racist bullshit you and/or those like you pulled and let your bigotry continue to fester unchallenged under a veil of civility.

Guess what? You don’t get what you want this time.

It’s out there now. Who you and those like you are, what you’re happy to support, what the desired end result would be of the policies you and your ilk stormed Congress to maintain. It’s out there, it’s obvious, and it’s not going to be allowed to creep quietly back under its rock to bide its time until the next shithead gets into office. In fact, decent people are going to make damn sure that there won’t be a ‘next shithead’.

When the rabid coyote comes out from its den and savages the neighbours’ pets, you don’t just let it slink away into the wilderness, because it might come back. That’s something you want to prevent ... and in the case of a creature with rabies, there’s only one way it ends.

We’ve seen you and yours foaming at the mouth now. I’m not talking about literal murder here (metaphors - please look them up). I am talking about digging up every bit of bigoted fascist sludge living under the rocks of our society and letting them learn that there are consequences to being an asshole. That means no forgiveness, no ‘let’s not let politics divide us’. It’s not politics that divides us; it’s common decency. You’re happy to let people of colour, women, the queer community, the poor, the disabled, non-Christians ... anyone who’s not just like you die, simply because they’re not Just Like You. We’re not. And I don’t know about anyone else, but I have so very little free time in my life. I have none to give to people with no compassion, no decency, no moral code ... and I certainly have even less to give to people who call for unity when it’s their own lack of decency that caused the divide in the first place. You were the ones who, four years ago, had the rallying cry of, “We won; cry harder, libtard”. And you now expect sympathy and compassion from me? Boo hoo, you can’t be a racist fascist asshole with government approval anymore; to give your own words back to you: cry harder.

Summary: You are happy for me to die, or actively want me dead. You are happy for my friends to die, or actively want them dead. You are happy for anyone who you deem ‘wrong’ (which is your word for anyone who’s not white, straight, cis, able-bodied, well-to-do and preferably male) to die, or actively want them dead. All for some whitewashed ‘master race’ ideal of a country that never fucking existed, and wouldn’t have worked if it had. I’m not forgiving you for that. If you stab my hand enough times, I’m not sticking it back in range of you. Also, calls for unity are disingenuous as fuck when you haven’t apologised for trying to kill me yet.

Now get the fuck off my blog.

Signed,

Someone who tries very hard to be a decent human being and whose only intolerance is for the intolerant, which is as it should be.

[saundraswriting]

Interior Design Chapter 3: Breakthrough

SUMMARY:Your spontaneous hug leads Bucky to have a breakthrough. Bucky makes his own decisions, realizing a few things along the way.

WARNINGS: Intense emotions, allusions to canon-typical violence. 

NOTES:This is an everyone lives/no one dies, Living in the compound, Non Civil War compliant, No Sokovian Accords AU. Also, small chapter here from Bucky's POV. I felt the way the last chapter ended needed to have some consequences. 

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Bucky paused in the entryway to the kitchen. Everyone was focused on the opposite side of the room, where it looked to be a girl getting introduced. Bucky didn't mind, meant no one was staring at him as he came out of his room for the first time in a couple days. He looked at the girl who was waving cutely at the handful of Avengers in the room. She was decently dressed, eyes wide in wonder, body soft and relaxed.

'Civilian. No threat.'  Bucky's mind told him. He came down to get some water, he was glad to not be on parade like the others. However you comment to Sam triggered his sarcasm. He'd been trying to be as unobtrusive as possible since Tony offered him room and board. He was a barely function human being getting over 70 years of trauma, adding in sarcasm and sass would only alienate more people. He couldn't help it, his response forced its way out.

"If you are here, meeting us. You've accepted." Bucky blinked at the sound of his voice. You turned to face him and the others watched you both. Bucky carefully didn't meet your gaze but could tell you saw something that resonated with you.

"Sh! Don't say that too loud. I haven't told Tony yet." You snarked back and before he knew it you'd moved in front of him, talking to him. "Sargent Barnes? Thank you, for serving your country all those years ago in the 107th. I am sorry you had to suffer so very much to get here. and well..."You trailed off hesitating, catching Bucky's attention. In a flash you wrapped him in a bone-crushing hug, whispering into his chest. "Welcome home, solider."

He was frozen unable to react. He felt you tense and slacken your grip before pulling away completely. He could feel his eyes burn with tears and his arms were raised as if to push you away or pull you closer, he didn't know. You were the first person to welcome him home in decades. The idea warmed his heart in a way he couldn't explain, his time spent at war wasn't useless when people like you now excited. He stared at you in amazement. With zero thought or hesitation you had eliminated the self-imposed comfort zone. He looked across the room tears leaking to find Steve already looking at him distraught. You were talking to him and he was listening just not fully, about houseplants. Bucky only catching the end of it.

"Something that depends on you to live without major consequences can do wonders for mental health. Sargent Barnes needs to care for something, now that he no longer has to protect you Mr. Super-solider." Your parting comment brought fresh tears to Bucky's eyes and a sheen to Steve's but you were already pulling on Tony's sleeve to move on to notice.

In minutes your crossed his self-made distance, initiated physical contact, and brought up thoughts he would rather keep buried then gone in seconds. You reminded him like a hurricane; came and went leaving only destruction in your wake, making a path to rebuilding and coming together. Bucky sniffed wetly, laughing slightly at the intensity of the moment. Steve chuckled and sighed coming over to stand in front of him. they embraced in a tight hug, both men needed the contact, still crying silently.

"I like her. She is so soft and warm." Bucky said as they separated. Steve smiled at his friend. Bucky needed more people in his life, who wouldn't judge him.

"I am going to kill her. She is tactless and rude. How dare she made you uncomfortable like that? She has psych minor she should know better." Natasha ranted from the couch.

"No!" Bucky demanded, wiping his face clean on tears. "She is so good. Innocent. She meant well." Bucky moved his gaze to the hallway he was sure he saw you dart down with Tony. The others were taken aback at his defense. "She welcomed me home." Bucky's voice broke. Sam gasped and nodded in understanding.

"Feels different the first time, doesn't it." Sam spoke in agreement. The rest of the team looked confused.

"Yeah, to put it mildly. I am just surprised, a civilian like her, how would she know?" Bucky spoke to Sam. He was looking into the middle distance, remembering what had just happened.

"Having someone welcome you home, welcome you back into civilian life, understanding that you went away and have come back...can be paradigm shifting. Just helps you feel accepted, understood." Sam tried to explain. The others made noises of realization.

"What did she talk to you about right before she left." Bucky asked Steve, while pulling out some leftovers. He didn't want to think of the last time he ate or why he was suddenly ravenous.

"Houseplants. She said and I quote "Coming from someone once extremely depressed and still struggles with it, plants help. Something that depends on you to live without major consequences can do wonders for mental health. Something that depends on you to live without major consequences can do wonders for mental health. Sargent Barnes needs to care for something, now that he no longer has to protect you Mr. Super-solider."" Steve repeated. You comments made him worry, you seemed so joyful and innocent, he couldn't imagine you struggling so much that the only thing keeping you going was taking care of a plant or two.

"Oh, I like that idea. actually sounds wonderful. She isn't wrong." Bucky said hesitantly, like he was tasting the words before he said them. "I am not sure what my job is anymore. A long time ago, you were small and I was big. You needed me. Then you were big and I was small. Still you needed me. Then I was gone and big and you didn't need me. Now you're big and I am big and you don't need me. I miss being the protector, the caregiver." Bucky admitted.

"Buck, I am so proud of you, that had to be hard to admit. But trust me, at no point did my brain or common sense or self-preservation grow with me. I may be able to make battle plans in seconds and kick alien ass but I am still lost without you. I still need you to come save my stupid ass. I may not need you to protect me from everything but I will always need my best friend. Until the end of the line, jerk." Steve said. "If you want plants in your room to relearn who you are, I will go build a damn greenhouse if you want. I know you worked with goats in Wakanda but that would be hard to get Tony to approve of though." Steve said grinning. Bucky grinned back. Steve wanted to cry all over again.

"Let us start with a few plants for now. I only had four male goats, extremely easy and they weren't only mine." Bucky teased. "Who was she?" Steve had to blink at eh conversation shift but rolled with it all the same.

"Her name is Y/N L/N. She was hired as our interior designer. She is going to help make this place livable and make it homey. I guess." Steve said.

"She will also have rein to do things while we aren't here for maintenance, and housekeeping" Natasha had a sharp edge to her words that caught Bucky and Steve attention.

Nat, enough. She was trying to help. You saw her afterwards. She was contrite and embarrassed. She knew that she overstepped even with good intentions. Y/N is the best NYC has to offer and for good reason. I know new people make you nervous for good reason. It is understandable but I will not have her feeling unwelcome in what is going to be her home too." Steve matched her tone, refusing to give any ground.

Natasha seemed to deflate nodding in agreement. "I know and I will do better. I like her. But her actions were inexcusable. She made Barnes uncomfortable"

"But it wasn't unwelcome. It was startling but I enjoyed it. It was nice." Bucky confessed. Everyone turned to look at him. Bucky had been through more than humanly possible, even working as hard as he was to recover, physical contact was had for him to accept.

Bucky allowed you in farther than anyone pardon Steve and all he knew about you was your name, your perfume, and how your arms felt around his torso. He also knew he couldn't wait to see you again.

"I sound like aa broken record but she was warm and soft. She didn't even hesitate. She knew me, knew enough, but wasn't scared." He couldn't stop looking at the doorway you walked through.

Steve felt his heart warm and soul heal, you had brought something to Bucky that he had been denying himself for so long. You batted it away, easy as pie. Steve made a mental note to find you and thank you for bringing his friend one of the first bits of happiness and humanity he has had in 70 years.

Bucky went back to his room-wanting some space from everyone after the incident in the kitchen-thoughts whirling and at the center was you. His room was bare and minimalistic, like everyone's The team only made quick day trips or overnight trips to help get everything settled. He looked at his window empty but he could imagine a small green plant in a terra cotta pot soaking up the sun and thriving under his care. He pulled out his tablet and with F.R.I.D.A.Y's help began looking at plants for some ideas. He wanted something hearty but attractive to start. As he surfed through blogs and hobby sites, the peace lily and cast iron plants caught his attention as did the pothos. He put his tablet down wanting to think over his choices, adopting a family member is not to be taken lightly. He figured go running would help clear his mind, he had a lot to think about. The thumping of his feet  on the treadmill matched the thumping of his heart. He lost himself in the sensation-thinking his own thoughts, making his own choices. The peace that came with the awareness  of himself, that he was no longer under the control of anyone else-made his breath catch. He finished his run and headed back to his room, seeing Steve on the way. He wanted to stop and talk to him. Steve was always supportive but he felt he needed to do his part and order his thoughts and emotions before trying to vocalize.

In that moment he decided on getting a large peace lily plant to bring life to his room. He smiled at nothing-content. He had a choice, he made a decision. He was able to-all on his own. He was happy, in this moment, happy to be alive. Happy for the first time in what felt like forever.

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For the sake of my future, I am leaving Tumblr.

I haven’t been very active on here, and I know I haven’t been particularly talkative either, but I’m making this post to let people know that I’m going. I may delete this blog in the future, but I’m keeping everything for now.

There is a long list of reasons why I’m doing this, but if you don’t want to read the entire post then the long story short version is: My life is a dumpster fire that will not change for the better unless I devote as much of my free time as possible into improving my craft so I can make a living through my art/writing.

Full details under the cut.

I’ve been planning on making this post for a while, but I didn’t want to abandon this account forever because despite not being as active on here as I used to be in the past, I’m still emotionally attached to my account and still wanted to use Tumblr as a means of entertainment when I wasn’t working. And I knew that if I made this post, I’d have to commit to staying away and I wanted to avoid that. But two things happened last Sunday that acted as a major wake up call for me.

1) There was a false alarm at a power plant not too far away from where I live. I don’t live in the same city as the power plant, but I live in what would be the danger zone should the power plant have a melt down. The false alarm for the power plant was issued in the morning. I don’t have a cell phone, but my sister (who I share a room with) does and received the alert for the “meltdown”. Since it woke her up, she was tired and accidentally exited the alert without reading it first. She then went back to sleep.

Now I don’t blame my sister for doing this. Hell, I probably would’ve done the same thing in her shoes.  My issue lies in the fact that, had there been an actual emergency, I would’ve a) slept through it or b) had no reliable way of getting out of the city.  I can’t drive, never learned how, so I couldn’t have driven myself to safety if my mom had decided not to leave the house (I know what you’re thinking; “why wouldn’t she leave the house?” and honestly she most likely would’ve left the city, but my mom has made enough stupid decisions throughout her life that her staying home isn’t outside the realm of possibility for me to believe).

Even though I know it was a false alarm, it’s still scary to think about how I could’ve died- or at least gotten very sick- had it been a real meltdown. I hate living in this city and I want to move, but I don’t have the means to do so at the moment.

2) My stepfather. For those who don’t know, my mom married a man she only knew for a few months and he is a horrible human being. He has threatened to kill me and my mom in the past, has been arrested multiple times since arriving to Canada (late last year he was arrested for possession of heroin), and is altogether an unpleasant and annoying man to be around.

So last Sunday night, I was doing the dishes when I heard a knock at the door. It was my stepfather, who had left the house for whatever reason and had returned. However, as I neared the door, I noticed that it was unlocked. He could’ve let himself in, but for whatever reason he was still knocking. I suddenly got it in my head that he wanted me to open the door so he could yank me outside without having to drag me through the house first.

I know that sounds paranoid, but the man is disturbed. I don’t think I’ve gone a week without at least worrying once that I was going to come home to my stepfather having murdered everyone else in the house while I was out. Added to the fact that he and I really hate each other and I was the one to call the police on him two times, and I think you could forgive me for thinking that he might try to hurt me if given the chance.

Despite my fears, I still opened the door for my stepfather. He didn’t attack me. He just went back inside and did whatever it was that he did. But even though nothing happened to me, I was still wound up for about five minutes and it felt like all the nerves in my body (especially my arms) were somehow taut and weak at the same time.

Aside from my sister, who is my only bright spot in this house, I don’t want to live with or have anything to do with this family anymore. I would’ve left years ago if I could. But again, I don’t have the means to do so at the moment.

This is why I’m leaving Tumblr.

I know that it’s super hard and almost impossible to make a decent living off the arts. I know I could try and try for the next decade and still not get anywhere I want to be. But I need to try, because I’m tired of my life being the way it is right now and I’m scared that things will never get better if I’m too passive.

I currently work at Walmart. I’m on my feet during the majority of my shift and my legs and knees hurt so bad I think I might be doing long lasting (but hopefully not permanent) damage to them. I work evenings, so I only have mornings and the weekends to get my art and writing done, but I’m so tired that my artistic productivity tends to drop off after Monday morning.

It’s too easy to spend my mornings and weekends procrastinating. It’s too easy for my life to turn into sleep>eat>Walmart>sleep>eat>Walmart until the day I die. The fact that it’d be so easy for me to be an old woman and still be at a similar stage in my life, even if I work my ass off trying to get my art/writing career going, fills me with so much existential dread I can hardly stand it.

But I’m tired of being so poor I could only visit my biological dad once while he was in the hospital for cancer. I’m tired of living with student loans that never seem to end. I’m tired of working at a job that demands so much of my time and energy. I’m tired of living in an area where people keep getting murdered in a less than a ten minute walk from my house. I’m tired of being afraid that I’ll come home from work and see police outside my house and body bags being taken into an ambulance. So I have to try, even if my chances of success are low.

I know I chose a bad career path for someone who wants to be financially comfortable. “Starving artist” is a stereotype that exists for a reason. But aside from it being my passion, I know I’m not good enough at anything else to make a proper living doing anything else. If I can’t make my dreams a reality, I’ll just be stuck in retail for the rest of my life, and I would honestly rather die than live like that. And I don’t want to die. Despite my anxiety and depression issues, despite the fact that I sometimes struggle with suicidal idealization, I don’t want to die. I just want my life to get better.

So when I say I’m leaving Tumblr, I don’t mean I’m just leaving Tumblr. I mean I’ll be using the internet as a whole for mainly a research/resource tool for my art and writing. Which means I’ll be spending very little time for leisure on the internet. It also means I won’t be socializing much anymore, which sucks because I like having internet friends (even though I’m bad at keeping in touch) but if I want my dreams to come true, I can’t be distracted by anything, even other people. From this point onward, I’ll essentially be working (almost) nonstop, only taking enough breaks so my brain doesn’t melt from the stress.

I know this is all very extreme, but I really haven’t fully expressed how absolutely desperate I am for my life to stop being so horrible. Maybe if I grind hard enough, things will be okay someday.

If you made it this far, thank you. And I’m sorry if I ever did anything to make you uncomfortable or hurt you in any way.

Goodbye everybody.

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A/N: Part 9 guys!!  One more and it’s a wrap for Love on Lockdown - catch up here if you haven’t already!

Still working that square Friends to lovers for @marvelfluffbingo​

Word Count: 694

Warnings: Buck might still be a bit jealous?

Bucky was on cloud nine; it had been two weeks of utter happiness and no one could tell him differently. You were flirting with him again, teasing him when he woke up grumpy and with funny bedhead, and snuggling with him at every movie night. His heart was full to bursting, all thanks to your sweet giggles and your even sweeter heart.

Just last night, you and he were sharing an oversized blanket and a gigantic bowl of popcorn as you watched the Netflix series “The Haunting of Hill House.” Steve and Clint walked in and groaned good-naturedly. “Seriously? Can’t you do this in one of your rooms?” Clint teased.

You threw a piece of popcorn at him which he easily caught in his mouth. He grimaced as he swallowed the taste of garlic salt and hot sauce. “And make decent popcorn while you’re at it?”

“What is wrong with my popcorn Buck?” You turned to him with a teasing grin, silently daring him to agree with Clint.

“Nothing, it’s as tasty as you are,” he quipped before putting his left arm around your shoulders. He really wanted to ignore the show, pull you to his chest, and leave you breathless with kisses. However, you were still a bit leery about giving him your heart again, so Bucky sat patiently in the ‘friend zone.’ No kisses, no making out, no… Bucky had to shake his head at where his thoughts were leading him. Clint and Steve left quickly and you snuggled your face right into Bucky’s chest anticipating the next jump scare. God help me, Bucky sighed.

*

Tony was on the phone when he waved you and Bucky in. “Hold please,” Tony smiled as he pressed the line in use.

“Wait Tony!” the voice of Secretary Ross demanded before the light turned to flashing red.

“I love doing that! So kids, I have good news and bad news,” Tony kept his gaze on you solely. “It appears this new bad guy was identified by the new agents of SHIELD as Swarm. How original,” he half-quipped under his breath. “And it appears Swarm had an interest in using your abilities to find more inhumans… enhanced people… whatever we’re calling ourselves these days beside superheroes.” He finally turned his gaze to Bucky for a moment, who had reached out for your hand at Tony’s intel. “But y/n, you, my dear, seemed to have dodged a bullet as Swarm is a bit… xenophobic? Elitist? Anyway, he seems to only want people.. Aliens? Apparently you being human with gifts and not… like him with given talents… he’s moved on.”

Bucky spoke up. “So we don’t have to worry about this guy ever?”

Tony snorted. “Ever is a pretty big qualifier there Buck, so no, but for the time being he’s leaving her, and us, alone.”

“Anything else then Tony?” you asked.

“Nope, go ahead and get back to making out,” he said dismissively. You shot a confused look at Tony who turned an unhealthy shade of red. “I mean.. You two can do whatever… not to say that you can’t… have a strawberry?”

You half-gasped a laugh and stood to leave. “Ooookay Tony.  You may wanna head to med bay; you look a little purple.” You made your way out of the door as Bucky watched with undisguised humor.

Bucky turned to Tony. “Have a strawberry?” He shook his head as he laughed and stood. “See ya later Tone!”

*

Bucky was turning his own shade of purple as he watched you reach up to kiss Steve on the cheek. He was trying so hard with you, being so patient, and…

“Buck, you ok?” you asked him. “You look kinda bad. Should I put you to bed?” His heart jumped in his throat at the idea and he gasped, but said nothing. “Ok Buck, come on.” You grasped his hand in yours and led him to his room.

Steve shook his head as he watched the two of you walking away. Sam came up behind Steve, 

chomping loudly on a bowl of Frosted Flakes. “Are those two finally gonna do it?” Steve chuckled and shook his head again.

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( @sacredtempest , @sparrowofthesands , @hacion , @tidal-wanderer , @fxlgurkinesis , @hugefy-me / @darkseraphscorner​ )

sacredtempest:

You’re a nerd, ilu. Your support of me over the years has been a blessing and the fact that even though we RP less ( kind of? D&D hype-! ) we’re still chums is... well, it’s nice. Even though your dreams of Fieram being a real boy scare me. :T But your creative mind and your unique aesthetic taste is something that shines through, as is your sass.

Listen, the octagonal house still doesn’t make sense, okay. It doesn’t.

Not a lot I can say to someone I spend 3 hours with a week and sometimes talk to late into the night as well. You’ve seen my lows and my highs, and we’re still riding this ride. Thumbs up. You’re pretty hella. 

sparrowofthesands: 

dang dude that’s a lotta hearts. So listen, even though we don’t RP a ton together, you’re someone I see as consistently decent. And so while I appreciate your support of me ( a whole bunch, seeing you be like ‘tall sona is good sona’ is delightful ), I also really appreciate that I can kind of count on you to just be a decent person. Not a perfect person, not a saint-like person, but a decent human being. Someone who tries to help others, cheers them on, etc etc- I’m always hoping for the continued success of your charity streams. The ‘outward looking’ attitude you have is really nice. You’re good people, trying to do what you can in the way that you can. It’s cool stuff. Also being the ‘beach episode’ to your ‘zombie apocalypse’ was pretty fun, honestly. I still cackle at it. ( Also your other blogs are pretty cool too )

hacion:

me, having flashbacks to the 5 part saga of our characters and their friendship, cool dancing moment ( still an all time favorite for moments with a lot of depth ), betrayal. Also your strong inspiration for my own portrayal of ‘Lista... I weep. So good. You were my benchmark.

Listen I think you’re pretty great. I’ve known you since you were a little sproutling, but having reconnected with you now? It’s been so good to hear about you spreading your wings ( or branches, for the sake of the analogy ). and to see you grow as a person. A couple years ago, I had the distinct feeling that you were someone that I ought to just... hope for the best for. That you were really on your way, and all on your own, you’d end up being amazing - I just had to do my duty as your older friend and watch ( and give a thumbs up whenever you looked my way ). Maybe that was arrogant or condescending of me. I dunno. But!

You did. You’re pretty amazing. You’re doing great things, but you’ve also grown a lot. You seem... not only more mature, but more confident in yourself, but you haven’t lost sight of yourself and the things that are important to you. You still seem as genuine as ever. I can’t put my finger on it but, talking to you now...

I’m just happy for you. It feels like watching the neighborhood kids grow up. I always have your back if you need it, you know I’m in your corner if you ever need anything. Oh and ofc, thank you for your kind words and I’m glad you approve of my various portrayals :^)

Also we should talk about my revamped OC except superhero because someone needs to bug Helen.

tidal-wanderer:

First of all, obviously, thank you. Second of all, Peachieeeeeeeeeeee...

Aaaaah. Really, thank you. For you to approve of my So/na means a heck of a lot ( I still remember the So/na server w/ you & Tea and a bunch of other people tbh ). 

Third of all, let me just say that I adore your interpretation of Nemnems. You mix a curiosity into poise that works delightfully well, and it’s a treat to just keep an eye on. Also, since I have a moment to say it - I’m glad you’re finding new comfort zones and setting boundaries more. Seeing you stick up for yourself more- It’s just good. It’s good to see that because it also feels like, ‘wow ok I’m not the only one, I’m not being a petty complainer’. Anyway all of this is meant to really mean ‘I appreciate you’, because I think you’re pretty delightful. I hope we can stay cool mutuals / peeps in the future and if you ever need someone to wave a flag of support, I gotchu. Anyway, bottom line: Dang, you’re neat, and thank you. 

fxlgurkinesis :

You are so fucking nice I almost can’t believe it, what the heck.

Okay let me rewind that. First. Thanks! Writing with you is an absolute blast, you’re real neat to talk to, and the angst we pour into everything is pretty A+. Also tearing out your heart with cosmic Ori content heheheheh. I’m glad you like our interactions and also that So/na is neato to you.

Okay now it’s compliment time again. So I repeat, what the heck. So, before your hiatus, I did kinda skulk around and cheer from afar and sometimes send you nice asks but... I mean, we didn’t know each other. Ofc. The strange thing was that everyone seemed to be absolutely thrilled with you. ‘Oh but that’s just because I’m popular for some reason?’ No no no no. Nope. I mean everyone was thrilled by you. I’ve never heard anyone say anything bad about you ever to the point where I went “ok so is this person a literal angel or what?”

Turns out you’re a literal angel.

It is so unbelievably rare to, unprompted, hear someone say nice things about another person. It just is. While people love to talk to each other and talk about various things going on, it’s rare for someone to mention an outside party and take the time to just praise them for no reason. It doesn’t really happen... Except when you’re involved, apparently. No joke. I can mention it without revealing who said nice things about you but- Really, that’s a sign that you’re spectacular.

And I agree. You’re super easy to talk to but I can also trust that you’re genuine and I hope you don’t ever feel pushed around by me! That and you just taking the time to talk to me even though we didn��t know each other much when I was struggling, your constant support.

Just.

Heck. You’re great and you should know it. 

hugefy-me:

Listen. Well, first of all: Hey thank you. That you like me writing is pretty darn rad.

Okay now listen. Listen, listen, listen- There’s such a small space to exist in that is simultaneously serious and silly without toppling so far in either direction that it becomes impossible to recenter. Too much silly and you won’t be taken seriously, and vice versa.

Somehow, somehow, you’ve managed the astounding feat of writing Lu/lu ( bless her heart ) as both of these things and still maintained a balance somehow. She can be both serious and silly and people don’t double take or misread her. And you’ve done that while also setting up ‘sunday traps’. 

Huh? It’s genius, right? It really is some kind of incomprehensible genius that puts your Lu/lu in such a unique position.So, let me also say that I so appreciate your portrayal. Not only for this weird balance, but for the refreshing cheer it brings to my dash - it really just seems like you’re having fun, and that’s so nice to see. You’re a delightful presence on the dash and also sorry for getting tired / running out of time and dropping small interaction threads with you literally constantly.

cutmystrxngs:

haha I’m pretty cool aren’t I. nice job, me.