#this is by far... the dumbest post I've ever made

[7suns]

estradiol patch notes 03/03/2024:

buffed estrogen levels by 0.027%

reduced hot flash frequency by 15%

reduced hot flash intensity by 20%

reduced patch area by 50%

removed sticky residue left after patch removal

buffed vaginal lubrication by 10%

fixed a bug where vaginal spotting would occur despite sufficiently low E levels

it's on the left side this time

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

What's the absolute dumbest thing one of your snakes has ever done? Like, you look at them and go 'how have you even survived this long' levels of dumb? Or 'man, you're lucky I love you' levels of dumb? Because I love snakes. I do. But they make bad life choices so often.

Ohh man. This is now a callout post for my idiot snakes.

Miriam the ball python: gets too excited at food time so she snaps at the feeding tongs and scares herself and we have to postpone eating for a few minutes so she can calm down. This happens like once a month.

Fucking Fred the ball python: regularly pops the lid off his humidity box because he just. Cannot figure out where the entrance hole is. I made the hole as big as I possibly could for him and he just cannot find it. He can get in fine, but to get out he has to like press himself against the lid until it just pops off. It's ridiculous.

Stede the Trans Pecos ratsnake: is both the clumsiest ratsnake I've ever met and absurdly overconfident in his climbing skills. I've had to give him softer substrate because he kept climbing all the way up to the top of his branches and then falling down and I was worried he'd break a rib. I wound up putting climbing shelves in his enclosure because he kept trying to support his entire body weight on a skinny branch and he'd scare himself when he fell down.

Wonambi the Children's python: loves to hang upside-down from the branches in her enclosure like some kind of sentient stalagtite. Then she stretches too far towards the ground and falls down.

Ed the Mexican black kingsnake: regularly tries to eat his water dish and gets, like, really frustrated when it doesn't work.

Viago the California kingsnake: when he was a tiny baby, he liked to climb up the wires of his temperature and humidity probes. He's too heavy to do that now, but he hasn't forgotten that he used to be able to, so I sometimes just hear the soft thwap of him trying to climb the wires and just slapping himself against the wall.

AJ the rainbow boa: loves to burrow under his water dish. This isn't a problem, I keep his substrate super deep there so he can. The problem is when he gets excited he'll un-burrow himself at the speed of light and slosh water everywhere and then be like ":0 why am I so wet"

Heskel the boa constrictor: absolutely HAS to eat first on his feeding day because if he smells the other snakes getting food and has to wait, he'll get way too excited and try to leap out of his enclosure and that's just not fun for anyone

Sirius the western hognose: tries to eat the walls of his enclosure during mealtimes. Every. Single. Time. He's lucky he's adorable because there is nothing going on upstairs.

And my absolute favorite:

Bentley the boa constrictor: a few months ago I gave him a few quail chicks as a treat, and what we usually do is I let him strike and coil one and then I put the others down in his enclosure for him to find. He ate the first one no problem, and then started looking for the others. He found one, smelled it, looked like he was about to eat it - and then gently, slowly, opened his mouth and just stuck his face in the substrate. He was fine, he spat the substrate out and found the rest of his food, but...man.

[rca-ryzies-ralley]

Living for the tf2 art ong

AAA thank u! I've actually been posting less cus I've been chronically obsessed with tf2 & as a result everything i draw is far too stupid to post without prompt

uh under the cut features A. a "takes place in 1968-1972" discrepancy & B. one the dumbest drawing ive ever made for tf2

this is why i haven't been posting, everything i draw is just shit like thi-

[princeescaluswords]

I like Stiles as a character, but I often get frustrated by fanon diverging from canon, and the worst of it to me is the ways that Lydia treated by Stiles - as something he deserves, most notably when she kisses Scott and he's angry, which the fandom holds against Scott because apparently Lydia making choices means Scott is a bad friend - or in the scene when Lydia is high after the werewolf attack at the movie rental place, and the only thing that keeps Stiles from doing [something] is that Lydia calls out for Jackson rather than him.

I think Stiles is kind of a jerk, and I like him because of it, but the fanon Stiles used as a weapon to bludgeon canon Scott is... the dumbest thing in the fandom

Have you ever seen the frequent criticism on this site that certain people should have paid more attention in English class? This criticism arises from posts like the one I saw today, where a person was confessing that "people think Stiles is evil because he almost made out with Lydia while she was drugged up." I don't think Stiles is evil for doing that; it sounds like you don't think Stiles is evil. I've never actually heard anyone call him evil for almost giving into temptation. (The closest I've ever come to calling Stiles's evil is his behavior in Lies of Omission (5x09) and Status Asthmaticus (5x10) and I don't even go that far). What we do recognize that what he did in Lydia's bedroom in The Tell (1x05) wasn't the right way to behave.

Stiles's desire for Lydia is real and natural; it was his inability to recognize and respect proper boundaries that almost created a very bad situation. He did pull away when Lydia said Jackson's name; the realization that she was confused about who he was and not secretly attracted to him reminded him that his behavior wouldn't be the fulfillment of his desire but him taking advantage of her. It's a good scene that tells us about Stiles's weaknesses but also about his strengths: beyond the insecurity that leads him to fixate on the most unattainable girl in school and his constant disregard for proper boundaries, Stiles is a fundamentally decent human being.

So why do I, personally, bring up this scene when talking about Teen Wolf a lot? Stiles-stans (who are not really fans of Stiles but fans of Fanon Stiles or, more accurately, Self-Insert with a Stiles Name Tag) like to go on and on about how deficient a person Scott McCall, the lead protagonist, is because he was "obsessed" with Allison and lacrosse. They argue this to say why they 'dislike' him, but what they actually mean is that he shouldn't be the lead protagonist. But they never seem to remember Stiles's behavior when it comes to Lydia (or Derek's behavior when it comes to Paige or Liam's behavior when it comes to Hayden for that matter).

My position -- and I think the production shared this position -- is that Scott's desire to have a girlfriend and make first line on the lacrosse team is real and natural. However, his attempts to avoid recognizing and coping with the consequences of Peter's vicious assault could lead to very bad situations unless he took responsibility. Scott had to learn how to anchor himself -- which he did! He had to make sure he put what was truly important ahead of his relationship with Allison -- which he did!

I have always maintained that Teen Wolf is a bildungsroman, which is a story about children becoming adults. Throughout the series, Scott's growth is primary; he evolves from an asthmatic loser who feels like he sits on the sidelines of life into a True Alpha werewolf leading a war against those who would murder supernatural creatures out of self-interest. But he's not the only one to grow. Allison had her own story; Lydia had her own story; Derek had his own story (one of the best redemption arcs ever); and Stiles had his version of that story!

The problem is that there are a lot of people who didn't watch Teen Wolf as a story, but rather as raw material. They swooped in and picked up the parts that they wanted, like vultures devouring a carcass. They wanted Stiles and <insert white male love interest here> to be the focus of the show, as they were the focus of their interests, but they could do without the part where Stiles struggles to grow up. In response, they selected only the parts that fit their agenda. Thus, Scott becomes dull, obsessive, stupid, with a foolish no-kill rule, and an unearned hostility toward the Hale Family whom he shamelessly usurps, even though none of that description is remotely true. On the other hand, Stiles becomes the should-be valedictorian of his class, a master archmage, and a ruthless anti-hero ready to kill anyone to protect which ever white male character he loves this week, even though none of that description is remotely true.

Fandom, in the name of their own enjoyment, has boiled their understanding of the story down to "I don't like Scott" and "Stiles is not evil!" Nuanced takes like "Stiles had the courage to cross boundaries to protect others but that tendency also led him into some problematic actions" and "Scott didn't start out a heroic protagonist; he only embraced the mantle when he realized that the threats he had to face didn't care that he and his friends were teenagers." become difficult for them to understand and unpleasant for them to process, because they only really want Power Fantasy Stiles and Bad Friend Scott. Those bits and pieces fit into the pre-existing tropes that bring them pleasure. It's the limitations that frustrate them, not Teen Wolf's.

[jjeinn-tae]

Moving Forward

Wow, March. Maybe I spoke a bit early on the whole "Apocalypse Averted" thing. Just, things didn't pan out like it looked like. That post was accurate though, I still have a home (...Rent an apartment at least) so that is a better situation than I was anticipating at the start of the year.

So, where are we? I've been sick, and almost recovered enough to be able to record again, for the first time? And things are actually looking pretty good moving forward. I actually was about to have an opportunity to record last Thursday, but I was watching a video on the dumbest patents in gaming, seeing that Nintendo has Z-Targeting patented. Now, lock on is a thing in all sorts of games, but it had me thinking... I'm making a retro take on what those games were for me. My plan for the first episode was twofold:

Get movement for our girl going, have Locca run around, jump and such.

Set up the context button, have a sign to read.

Now, the first part was where my concern was after thinking about patents. I wanted to replicate the old 3D Zelda "Run past a ledge to auto-jump" sort of system. But, in all the games of the... Like, puzzle dungeon adventure thing... I don't know what to actually call that genre... I've never seen anyone else do that type of movement, which has me nervous that Nintendo has successfully patented that. Which, really had me wondering, do I change up my controls entirely? Especially with the whole... Palworld thing... I cannot fight Nintendo. As much of an inspiration they've been to me, defining so much of my idea of what is a video game, I really must be... Intelligent about this.

So, again, where are we? Context button is going to jump in appropriate circumstances. Yes, I'm still planning on Journey Through LoGuo as my project for video. It really is ideal for that. Actually releasing it... That will take more research. At minimum it's exposure, but I can't pay rent with exposure, so there's a lot of unknowns. But I cannot keep being idle. I need to throw something into the wind.

I'll be updating my pinned post in the week here sometime, with some more information on the actual current project, and yeah... Hopefully video soon actually. I don't see anything on the horizon here that could actually prevent it now.

For anyone still around, thank you for being around. I know there was a lot of excitement about J'ard, and it's not buried in the ground but... There are realities of scale that I need to actually respect in game design. Pulsonic Dreams was definitely within the size of game that I've made before, but J'ardscape is kind of far and away above it. It's not dead, but too involved to really spend everything on right now. Journey Through LoGuo is also bigger than anything I've ever made, but in a way that is manageable.

[frostyreturns]

"the tinfoil comes off when you have to imagine the government as smart." This is one of the responses to my post about government having access to technology far beyond the general public. This is a pretty common dismissal of conspiracies and it's the dumbest thing I've ever heard every time I hear it.

A.) What you think the government is and what the government actually is are two different things. This attitude only works if you actually believe the puppet they parade in front of a camera is in charge. Can you honestly tell me you believe that, for example Joe Biden a demented old fuck that doesn't even know where he is...is the one writing and enacting policy right now? You have no idea how smart or how dumb the people in charge are because you don't even know who they are. There's video footage of him signing laws where he says the words "I have no idea what I'm signing." But sure I guess if you're dumb enough to think guys like him are the government I guess thinking the government is too stupid to plan stuff makes sense. The government has so much power and so much control over your life that this idea that they are just too incompetent to plan anything is beyond ridiculous.

Bureaucracy is just one part of government and yeah they're going to have incompetent workers maybe even more than the general public but to say the people in charge are too dumb to plan anything...come on. They were smart enough to trick you into allowing them to steal from you every week, to control your entire education and to be able to send armed men to kill or imprison you if you do anything they don't like.

B.) You know Hanlons razor "never attribue to malice what can be explained by stupidity" well that's retard shit go ahead and reject that premise in totality because reality is actually the opposite of that, the world is full of malice especially when you look to the upper echelons of power....those people are all psychopaths.

You have made the mistake of assuming the terrible things they do are because of stupidity and that they just keep screwing things up by mistake...the screwing up is very intentional. Every socialist policy maker who claims "oh I'm raising the minimum wage 5 bucks to fight inflation because I care about the poor" knows 100% that they are causing inflation and that it will make life harder for everyone and especially hard for the poor. They know...they want your life to be harder, they want money and power and wish you harm. It's not a bug it's a feature.

They knew when they went on tv and said get this shot it will save your life and your grandmas life...they knew they would be injecting you with heart attack cancer juice, that was pure unbridled malice, not stupidity.

C.) You understand it's not DMV employees and politicians doing science for the government right? You do understand that when I say the government has tech we don't it's not because I think Justin Trudeau figured out AI before google right? They use those private companies as contractors to develop technology and then control how it is accessed used and if and when and how it is released to the public. Or they just hire the smartest people to do R and D directly for them. Like when they invented the internet at DARPA. But usually they just swoop in and take what they want that someone else created. People also have this idea that major corporations and the government are separate competing entities when they're not. They dump funding into companies and install CEOs and board members to control them. Google for example only exists because of the government, oh did you think google does whatever the government wants purely coincidentally? The idea of corporations vs government is a fantasy that should have been even more apparent during 2020 when the will of the state was summarily executed by virtually every corporation on the planet.

The idea that people still think the government is separate from corporations after minimum wage employees at walmart were tasked with being bouncers at the door and making sure everyone was wearing a mask had their injection and weren't standing too close to each other because the government told them to ...is ridiculous. 2020 should have been the death of the "private company can do what they want" nonsense.

D.) We tend to use ourselves as barometers of what others are capable of but the problem is there are ways of life and being that are totally foreign to us. Many assume because they are not smart or sociopathic enough to collude and scheme to achieve power and control over others...then nobody must be like that. You went to public school smoked weed the whole time and learned how to write in cursive poorly...I don't think your experience is the same as someone who was born into wealth and power and can spend every minute of their life for generations learning how to keep and amass more wealth and power. You have no idea what it's like to have everything you could ever ask for, all the money you could have to indulge any whim and get weird and disconnected because of it and to feel entitled and superior and spend your days trying to exert your will on the rest of the world. That's not even going into any secret cults or organizations...which are also a thing.

Embracing the tinfoil is the only rational way to proceed with what we know. The only alternative is comfortable delusion. And this wasn't even about a wild or hard to swallow reality...it was just the notion that the government is ahead of the consumer market with technology...that's not even a conspiracy it's a demonstrable fact.

[theneighborhoodwatch]

What are your thoughts on the potential Julie and Frank 'relationship'?

(serious answer under the cut. also, again, disclaimer that this is all speculation and i'm not saying that any of this is 100% For Sure going to happen, i am just speaking within the context of this one particular theory.)

(edit: nvm i might actually be right. yeehaw [said unimaginably haggardly])

i've talked about that before on this blog, in this post specifically (with extra links for context so maybe check it out) and it's still something that i think about A Lot. in that post, i describe it as a source of Mutual horror, i.e. "you were created to both bring out the best in someone and to keep each other shackled to someone else’s incomprehensible idea of normalcy." and when i say incomprehensible, i really do mean incomprehensible; going by a few posts clown's made in the past, the idea of gender being tied to presentation and vice versa seems to be a foreign one to the playfellow puppets - and yet, this does not seem to prevent them from the consequences of being Perceived a certain way. it's also probably worth mentioning that if the 2022 pride art is to be believed, then neither frank or julie are cis, either (for whatever the playfellows puppets' definition/equivalent of "cis" is, anyway.)

i would be lying if i said i haven't thought about Several ways this could all play out; how it could affect both of them as individuals, their other relationships, their pre-existing friendship. i won't go over all of those here bc this post would be way too fucking long otherwise, but i will say that i think that they would have been friends regardless of whether or not the show decided they were (and regardless of whether or not the show wanted friends or "friends."*) i don't think either of them start out Aware that they're "supposed" to be together. i think they are likely made aware of it later on - of how they are seen. in this way, it's a good example of what i meant when i previously described welcome home feeling like a setup for some cosmic horror-as-coming of age shit (or coming of age as cosmic horror??) for example, in this particular context, i saw A Lot of these two scenarios when it came to growing up queer and/or closeted, especially in an unsafe environment: 1. "i'm told that because i spend so much time with this person, and they are (X) and i am (Y), that i am in love with them. i don't think this is true, but i have no idea how to refute this, so i'm just gonna Go Along With It until i am emotionally, mentally, and/or physically no longer able to do so bc i'm scared of what'll happen to me and/or the people i care about if i don't - OH FUCK THAT HAPPENED A LOT SOONER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK"

2. "i'm told that because i spend so much time with this person, and they are (X) and i am (Y), that i am in love with them. i think that's the dumbest fucking thing i've ever heard and it does not apply to me at all" [is punished for this] "Ah." it's just that here, the scale would be magnified to the point of cosmic horror, in order to drive home the turmoil these situations bring, both internal and external. do i think frank and julie would be the only examples of this, or that it is mutually exclusive from any of WH's other potential themes? absolutely not. but if all we have to go off of are crumbs, then We Will Work With Crumbs. * side note, i was gonna talk about how it was interesting that despite knowing next to nothing about frank/eddie in canon except for the fact that It Happens, all of the frank/eddie art we have so far is a lot more unambiguously romantic than any supposed in-universe ship teasing between frank and julie, buuut then i realized that was probably bc we're still in the prologue and all the frank/eddie stuff we have is like, side sketches and concept art. of course it's gonna be more indulgent.

tl;dr: I Care Them and i hope you can tell

[nothingbutaspaceman-writings]

It's Always Supernatural in Philadelphia (chapter 1/? WIP)

[Perhaps the dumbest project I've ever started. This idea has infested my head for over a decade. A couple years ago, I posted a pic of the cold open but recently decided to pick it back up. At about 1400 words, this is far more a proof of concept than anything. I've never written/read a fanfic. I know I need to look into posting this on a site more formatted for this stuff. I'll be mapping out the story soon so posted chapters can have some consistency. Should edit this chapter a bit too. I also haven't watched either of these shows in a long time. The story ostensibly takes place in 2016 but what's happening in either canon continuity at the time? I've no clue. AU, I guess.]

11 AM.

October 28th, 2016.

On a Friday.

Philadelphia.

Dennis made small talk while finding a clean glass.

“You guys from around here?”

“Nah. Passing through.”

“Don’t get a lot of suits in here. Don’t mind me askin’, what’s your business, fellas?”

Sam cleared his throat. “We’re, uh... P.I’s.”

“Any interesting pic-”

With a clatter, Charlie stumbles to the counter. “Dennis. It’s not dying. I keep whacking and-”

Shushing, “Did you use the spiked bat?”

Offendedly stammering, “Of course! Never seen a rat like this. And you know I’ve seen a lot-”

“Like what?” Dean interjected.

“Oh, hey guys. Green.”

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The Gang Hunts El Chupacabra

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Chapter 1

Charlie leads Dean toward the basement door.

“Okay, I guess it’s fair to warn you, seeing as how you’re a guest and all-”

“Warn me of what?”

“I have a shit-ton of crows down here. So, like. Please don’t spook them?” Charlie opens the door and leads the way down the stairs. “Ya know they’re more afraid of you than you are of them. Also, like, crows are super smart. I once saw one smoke a cigarette.”

“Cool. Now show me that rat.”

Blood pools in a spot a bit over a foot in diameter a couple steps away from the bottom of the stairs. Charlie is chuckling to himself repeating, “That rat, that rat, that rat” under his breath.

Dean crouches down with a flashlight to examine the blood then does a 360 checking for escape routes under pallets and cabinets. No tracks. He lightly dips his finger into the blood as he catches Charlie doing the same. “So you’re say-”

“What?”

“Did you taste the blood?”

“Nah, man. I’m just... Chewing my nails. Protein.” He stands up and puts his hands in his jacket pockets.

“This was a rat but not a rat?”

“Ima level with you,” Barely keeping his balance, Charlie hunches down and continues in a hush, “I’ve seen a lot of rats. A lot of rats in my day. But this was something else. Actually,” he claps his hands once and the crows squawk in a frenzy, “can I interest you in some Crow-Nog?”

“What?!”

Upstairs, Sam is trying to get his laptop working. He’s looking under each booth for a socket with power. The only one is being used by a couple charging their phones.

“Hey, do you guys mind if I borrow your socket for a minute? I can charge your phones on my laptop.” The young couple look across at each other waiting for the other to say something. “Alright. Um. Sir? If you wouldn’t mind swapping sides. Your lovely date would appreciate it, I’m sure.”

The young man gets up. “I’ll go order us a couple more drinks.”

“I’m okay,” Sams blurts before realizing his social faux pas. He makes eye contact with the woman and she smiles. He taps his fingers nervously and his eyes look to the table.

“Actually. I think the two of us are leaving. Come on.” The non-descript couple leaves with one rushing the other.

Dennis, watching the situation unfold, stands at the table. “Did you- was that intentional?”

“I’m sorry...”

“Dennis.”

“I’m sorry, Dennis, but I need to get to work.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Go ahead.” Dennis lingers a couple seconds longer than Sam would like but goes back behind the bar. As he does, Dean and Charlie emerge from the basement. Dean’s eyes quickly meet Sam’s and he slides into the booth.

Sam exhales, half annoyed he’s being interrupted again, half in preparation for what Dean is gonna reveal. “So what happened?”

“I think we’re on the right track. Freddy Got Fingered over there told me he has seen weird things around here. He tried to get me to drink something called Crow-Nog but there’s other witnesses.”

“Other witnesses? Friends with that guy?” Sam points to Charlie trying to open a bottle of super glue with his mouth.

“Yeah, why?” Dean returns assuredly. “Anything good in there?”

“Well, nothing to report as of yet.  I don’t know if this place even has internet.”

“Did you ask your friend over there?” Dennis is failing to look natural as he wipes and re-wipes the bar top.

“I’ll ask mine when you ask yours.” Charlie is trying to open a bottle of nail polish remover with his glued shut jaw.

“Fair enough. Didn’t we order drinks already?”

“Yeah. I’m going to let mine go. I wouldn’t drink anything here even if it was out of a bottle.”

“What do you mean? Alcohol kills all the germs.” Dean smirks. “Yo! Two beers. Your worst and your best.”

With a thumbs up, “You got it.” Dennis turns to the taps and rambles to himself unsure of how to fulfill the request. In one pint glass, he pours a pungent lager. He once read that good lager smells like rotten egg so, even if it is spoiled, he has the plausible deniability of it being fancy. “Charlie.”

Charlie is already right behind him, wiping nail polish remover from his lips in embarrassment.

“I’m not even going to ask. Charlie, what’s the best beer here?”

“Crow-Nog, duh, Dennis.”

“I’m not!” Hushing himself, “I’m not giving anybody your bird moonshine, okay?”

“Then whatever is in that third tap. I’ve been,” his eyes dart back and forth, “metaphorically sucking the spout.”

Another pint glass is grabbed and filled with a brick red tinted liquid. “This better be beer.” Dennis places the two glasses on the table. The lager in front of Dean. Charlie’s pick spilling over onto Sam’s laptop.

“They’re both for me, buddy.” The lager is already half-drank before the final syllable escapes.

“Sorry about my janitor over there. He can get a wee excited for guests.” They all look at Charlie as he licks a nail polish brush. “Let’s ignore him. So what are you guys working on?”

“Mr...”

“Reynolds.”

“Mr. Reynolds,” his empty pint is scooted towards the wall as he lowers his voice, “have you seen anything out of the ordinary around here.”

“Out of the ordinary,” a million flashbacks, “around here?”

“Yeah. You know. Strange. Unnatural.”

Ready to follow their monsters-are-real scripts, Sam and Dean both focus on Dennis

“Did Charlie put you up to this?” Dennis gulps and flatly repeats, “Did Charlie put you up to this, huh?” He chuckles, puts his hands on his waist, and looks at the ground before looking through Dean. “Wow. Okay guys. How about you finish your drinks and,” he clicks his tongue, “hit the old dusty trail.”

“We’re being serious.”

“So am I. It was nice, guys.” Walking away, Dennis scolds Charlie for eating nail polish. As Dean begins to drink the mystery drink, “And quit putting your whole mouth on the beer taps. I’m not going to tell you again.”

Deans spits out his drink and Sam laughs. “Let’s get out of here, Sammy.”

Mac holds the door as the brothers exit. He lets them by, straightens his posture, and sizes them up.

“Who were those guys?”

“Assholes,” replied Dennis.

“I thought they were kinda cool. Didn’t wanna try my nog but that’s okay. Can’t all be winners.”

“Dude, we need to move the nog.”

“Man, I know. Those guys were cool too. They were also super packing.”

Mac’s eyes widened. “No shit?”

“Definitely. The shorter guy,” he whistles, “was in the basement with me.”

“And?”

“And what. He had ‘I’m packing’ energy, dude!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Dennis interrupts, pouring a red beer for Mac to get him to sit down, “Maybe that guy you talked with. Tall guy, nah. Don’t buy it.”

“I do. I buy it, Charlie. I was checking those- I was,” Mac takes a quick sip, “ assessing those guys. Tall guy. I bet he’s packing. I mean, did you see his hands?”

“Oh yeah. I was glad he stayed up here with Dennis.”

“Why were you in the basement together? Is it about the crows?”

“The murder?”

“The what?!” Almost spilling his drink, Mac stumbles to his feet. “I actually. I just remembered a thing. I gotta go.” Mac leaves the bar.

“You gonna finish that?”

“Mac’s beer that is infested with whatever diseases hide in your saliva glands?”

“Yeah.”

“Take it.”

Charlie pulls a plastic mini-bottle out of his jacket and pours the white substance into the beer. “I’ll be in the basement. Call me up if Frank comes by, yeah?”

[ghost-proofbaby]

Writers ask! 🐝🪐

writers ask game <3

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

oh lord. i have far too many people to even begin to list them all without feeling bad for leaving anyone off!!! especially all of you <3

so i'm gonna cheat and do the one person i can't really tag, because she isn't super active on tumblr - my irl best friend, audrey. i met that girl in seventh grade, and it's 10+ years later, and she's still my favorite person ever. she's the first person i tell about my new stories. she's (usually) one of my first readers. she watched me write my first fanfic at 12, and was the one sitting with me in a denny's at 3 am when i was writing shire. not even posting it yet. just watching me go insane about eddie munson, and being my number one motivator for still writing the story, even if i never posted it. i can't even name just one nice thing about her. she is so fucking funny, she is so fucking smart, she is so fucking talented. her mind never ceases to amaze me, and how she carries herself through the world? just - i want to be her when i'm older. i love her so much, and she's genuinely my soulmate. she has seen me at my absolute worst, has listened to ramble about the dumbest things possible, has made me laugh so hard i've cried when i thought i was just going to finally break for a final irreparable time or that the earth was going to crack open and swallow me whole.

i can only hope that i'm half as good to her as she is to me. she deserves all the good in the world, and i really hope i help offer her a fraction of the joy she deserves in this lifetime.

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

my friends! eternally grateful to all of them fr fr (i adore them so very much)

all the fun upcoming events i have to look forward to! a con to meet the voice actors of bg3, several concerts i'm excited to attend, a few trips to see people i miss dearly (looking at you, @big-ope-vibes), and even just little daily things like hanging out/talking with my friends. <3

my writing. even if my current life circumstances aren't the greatest right now, i'm still here and i'm still writing. i think that's pretty fuckin' neat. even if i were to burn this blog to the ground, retreat into a forest and abandon civilization, i've still got my words and i've still got stories to tell even if i'm the only one listening, and that's pretty good if i do say so myself.

[slothquisitor]

Enough for Now

Before setting off on their next adventure, Liv has a surprise for Astarion. They also have a very long overdue discussion. OR why aren't more of us using Magnificient Mansion in these post-campaign fics? Also featuring the dumbest joke I've ever written. I'm not sorry. Liv x Astarion, 4.5k, fluffy for once.

Also on AO3.

As Astarion retreats into his room at the Elfsong, he finds himself less frustrated by the impending day and the rising sun. There is an anticipatory air to this morning, though it is the end of his day. In some ways, time feels as if it is moving both too slowly and too fast. He has spent the last few days poring over tomes and city descriptions to pick where he and Liv will go from Baldur’s Gate. He settles on Neverwinter because it sounds big and beautiful and cosmopolitan. There are so many places he wants to see and explore and know…and now he can. The abundance of choice is still overwhelming sometimes, but he feels good about this one.

It’s not a short journey from here to Neverwinter, but there are some perks to traveling with a wizard. Liv has been preparing, scrying on locations, and learning as much as she can about the city, and she seems fairly confident she can get them there without a mishap. The risk doesn’t bother him at all. He’s just excited to finally go .

Once he settled on Neverwinter, the more impulsive part of him wanted to take off immediately, but Liv is a planner, an organizer. Especially since she’s getting them there with potentially risky magic, she wants everything to be just so. It’s not something that he will readily admit, but he’s grateful for her meticulousness, even if it means waiting just a little longer. They plan to leave tonight, and that means only one more day in this godsawful room while the sun shines. 

Liv hasn’t returned yet, so he busies himself reading a travel guide he’s sure isn’t even half accurate about the different areas within Neverwinter. Beyond exploring the city, he doesn’t have a plan for Neverwinter. Yet. But he’s sure that once they get there opportunities will materialize. Showing up and causing chaos has worked pretty well for him so far, and he plans to do just that. 

When Liv returns, her arms are filled with spell components and books and her eyes are bright even though she’s stayed awake longer than usual to run their morning errands. He greets her at the door, taking some of the books from her arms. She shoots him a grateful look as he steps over to the small, ever-crowding desk. The desk looks less like a desk and more as though someone ransacked a wizard’s library and component stash.

“I really should’ve taken the bag of holding with me,” Liv replies. “Rolan made sure I have anything I could need, and he sent me with a few tomes of interest that he found.”

“Nice of him,” Astarion replies sidestepping Liv so that she can take off her cloak. No part of him is going to miss this cramped room. 

She shoots him a sheepish look as if she knows exactly where his thoughts have gone. “I have a surprise for you,” she says hopefully.

“Oh?” A surprise? Something she picked up while out shopping this morning? 

She quickly picks up a few items from the desk and nods. “I just need a moment.” And then she sits tailor fashion, facing the empty wall. He watches as she sets out a carved ivory door, a silver spoon, and a bit of marble in an exacting line before she begins casting. Liv is at her best when she is drawing and directing her magic. She is precise and confident. There is much she is not sure of in life, but her magic has never been a question. She calls, and it answers. He loves watching her like this, the way her fingers form the somatic gestures and she whispers the words to speak her will into existence. He has watched her conjure fireballs, call down lightning, and even disguise their entire party, but he’s never seen her do magic like this.  

As the spell finishes, he can feel the world tilt just a little, her magic reshaping reality. In a blink, a door appears on the empty wall. It is utterly out of place in this room of theirs. The door is painted a pretty light blue, trimmed in dark metal that swirls and filigrees. Even the brass doorknob is ornate, with vines and flowers, and other minute details he can’t quite make out. 

“What is this?” he asks. Where does this door go?

Liv is triumphant when she turns to face him. “Well, I thought perhaps we needed a place to stay in our travels. There’s little difference between a tiny inn room here or in Neverwinter when the windows are drawn, after all.”

He doesn’t understand. What is this? “What…did you conjure a house or something?” He’s heard of such magic, of course, but it has always sounded more like folktale than reality. 

Liv nods. “I’ve been working on it for a while, but it’s not a small bit of magic. But I thought maybe…it might be home.” She shifts a bit from foot to foot, and he realizes as she speaks that she’s nervous. 

“Home?” The word still feels like a complicated one, still sharper than it should be on his tongue. Neither of them has a home, not really. Not beyond the abstract idea of this city. There’s a reason they’ve been stuck in this tavern since the brain was defeated. But as ever, Liv fearlessly leads them onward, banishing old, tainted memories while they forge new ones together. 

She steps forward, extending her hand. “Come on.”

He slips his fingers into hers, a comfortable tangle that still feels like a novelty despite how second nature reaching for her is these days. She pulls him over to the door and looks up at him expectantly. With his free hand, he reaches out and opens it. He’s not prepared for what he finds on the other side. 

It’s as if he’s opened the front door to an entire cottage that he’s never seen before, but it feels familiar all the same. He notices the books first, so many books. Every wall in this space is covered in bookshelves that are laden with tomes, the colorful spines shining in the warm firelight. A large fireplace crackles lazily to the side, and the whole space is littered with comfortable, mismated furniture that looks perfect for cuddling up with a book. There’s a long, wooden table that looks like it could fit at least twelve people tucked into a nook off the side of a small kitchen area. The kitchen contains no cupboards, just open shelves with bowls and cups and plates. It’s simple but beautiful, and he steps forward without even thinking, without even considering whether he must be invited in. 

But nothing stops him, and together, he and Liv step inside this…place. He’s aware of the door quietly snicking shut behind him, but he’s still taking in the space. There are stairs to his right that disappear up around a corner, and there’s a door off the kitchen that sits open and inviting, and he catches the barest glimpse of a desk inside. The windows are bordered by soft, gauzy curtains, but there is nothing outside but a soft blue glow of night-time. A small door in the same style as the one they entered sits along each wall, but these doors are no bigger than a picture frame. They remind him of the dumbwaiter in the Elfsong, but they make little sense here.

He turns to look at Liv, who seems to be watching and reading his every reaction with rapt attention. “You…you created this?”

There’s a soft sort of wonder in her own expression as if she can’t quite believe it either. “I had some help, conjuration isn’t exactly my specialty, but yes, do you like it?” 

Like it? Is she serious? “It’s incredible.” He releases her hand so he can wander. He touches the bookshelves, runs a finger along the spines of the books, and touches a soft, tufted chair by the fire. He can feel the heat of the fire warming the place. It all feels so solid, so real. “Where are we exactly?” 

Liv considers his question for a moment. “Do you want the long answer or the short one?”

He laughs. “Spare me the lecture, please.” He often loves seeing her get lost in explaining a tangent of spell theory, but right now he’s more interested in understanding the simple answer. 

“Think of it like a pocket dimension.”

Well, that certainly explains the lack of landscaping out of the windows. He steps into the kitchen, pointing to the open door. “What’s this room?” 

She has followed in his wake, quietly watching him. Her cheeks redden a bit. “Our room if you’d like it to be. But there are more rooms upstairs if you’d prefer.”

He wanders inside the large and artfully appointed room. A comfortable-looking bed takes up most of the space, but there is a desk and component table in the corner. There’s even a bathing chamber connected to the room. Compared to the cozy chaos of the first room, this room feels softer, and less demanding somehow. As ever, she has offered him choices, options. The prospect of shared ownership of any part of this place is an intoxicating idea. 

“Our room,” he confirms, and Liv’s answering smile is everything. Ours. How nice that sounds. He’s sure he’s grinning like a fool. His attention snags on another of those small doors he noticed earlier. He wanders over to it.  “What are these?”

She walks over and opens the door. Inside, a small shelf slides out. There is a small stack of parchment and quills on the shelf. A notecard sits beside the parchment, and in the elegant script reads, Hello, Astarion. What do you require?

He looks at Liv questioningly. “What’s this?”

“The house would like to take care of you. Ask it for something you want.”

“Like what?”

She shrugs. “Anything.”

“ Anything ?”

“Anything.” 

There are many things he could ask for, but he’s most curious about whether it could provide him blood if he asks. So, he writes down ‘human blood’ feeling the need to keep specific and yet simple. Then, she slides the shelf back in and closes the door. A moment later, the door dings softly, and she opens it back up. Sitting inside is a golden goblet filled to the brim with bright red blood. Tucked beneath the stem is a little note of parchment, it reads Enjoy in the same elegant writing. He picks up the goblet and gives it a sniff. “Where does the blood come from? Whose is it?”

Liv’s brow furrows. “I’ve asked the same question. I changed the spell and well, it’s worked in ways I didn’t quite anticipate. You see, the original spell provided servants to attend within the space and provide whatever we might ask for, but I didn’t want that. So I changed it, but now have the doors and well, we can put in any request and the house will do its best to fulfill it. But nothing here can leave; take it past the threshold and it will turn to smoke.”

He tentatively sips the blood. It’s…definitely human, but it’s odd. There’s almost nothing unique about it. Like drinking water. It quenches his thirst, but it’s not very fun. He sets the goblet down, considering the implications. With access to this, he’ll never have to worry about starving again. It’s both a relief and another sort of complicated feeling he’s not quite sure he wants to examine right now. “Well, that…that is very convenient.” 

“It is. Especially since I don’t have much desire to learn to cook. But it’s more than food. The house can mend things, clean things, and provide almost anything you could ask for.”

“But it just can’t leave.” 

“That’s the catch in a place that isn’t really real. And I’m sure there are limits I haven’t discovered yet. Come on, there’s one more room I want to show you.”

“Another room?” he asks incredulously. He’s not sure what else she could have in store after…well all of this. He follows her eagerly. 

In the corner of the main room, tucked beside the fireplace there is another door, but this one is closed. She waits in front of it, looking more nervous than before, hands twisting together as if she’s not sure what to do with them. 

“This whole place is ours…obviously…but I thought you might like a room that was just yours.” 

He can’t remember when he last had a space that was his, just his. Even his bunk in the dormitory at Szarr palace wasn’t his…not really. Cazador often reminded him and all the other spawns that nothing in that house belonged to any of them. Besides, he spent almost as much time being tortured in the kennels as he ever did in that bed. After their abduction, his tent was the first place he’d had that was his. He had gathered odds and ends, pillows and mirrors, anything he could take and make his own; he was desperate to create something that was his . There was something about carving out a place of his own that helped him feel like a real person again during those first terrifying and exhilarating weeks of freedom. A whole room to himself sounds like an impossible luxury.  

“Really?” But he doesn’t wait for an answer before reaching for the doorknob and opening the door. He desperately wants to see whatever she has built for him. When the door opens, he is met with bright sunlight. He draws back instinctively, lest it burn him, but Liv catches his elbow gently. 

“It’s alright…it’s not real. It’s just an illusion. It won’t hurt you.”

He extends his hand out cautiously and feels nothing but the soft, unexpected warmth of sunshine against his skin. He twists his hand around as if he might be able to capture the rays of sun within. When it still causes him no pain, he steps fully into the room, eyes falling shut as he stands in the sunlight. “It feels real,” he whispers, marveling at the way it feels just like a gentle, golden morning. 

Finally, he opens his eyes and drinks in the room. It is a glass-walled solarium. He cranes to see what might lay beyond the windows, but it is just bright light and nothingness. Plants hang from the ceiling and vine along shelves. There is a small sitting area with chairs and an elegant bright green chaise. A rug covers the wooden floor, but otherwise, it is open and waiting. Waiting for him to fill it…to make it his own. 

“Gale helped me with the illusion. I left it rather empty in here so that you could tell me what you’d like it to look like, and the next time I cast the spell, it’ll be just how you want it,” Liv explains, her words are rambling, full of explanation he doesn’t need. 

He realizes that he hasn’t said a word. 

Her voice is quiet. “I know that it’s not the same as being able to go out during the day, but I hope that it will be enough…enough for now.” 

Enough for now? This…this is everything. “You did all this for me?” 

She smiles. “Well, most of the books are for me, but -”

He closes the distance, pulling her into a hug and effectively cutting her off. Her arms wrap around him, holding him as tightly as he’s grasping onto her. “Thank you,” he whispers against her hair. “This is much more than enough.”

He feels more than hears the sigh of relief, the way she curls into him. “You really like it?”

He pulls back just far enough to meet her eyes, cradling her head in his hand. “Like it? This…you are incredible. I love it. I love you .”

Her smile is a lovely thing. 

“I do have some decor suggestions,” he adds. 

She laughs. “I assumed you would. It’s our place, after all.”

Our place. It doesn’t quite feel real. He almost asks then if she was actually nervous he wouldn’t like it, but then he knows her well enough to know that answer. She spent the whole of her life being told she wasn’t enough, and despite that, she offers so much of herself willingly. Her heart is better than he deserves. 

“I wish it hadn’t taken quite so long. I’ve been working on it since we defeated the Netherbrain, and I wanted it to be a surprise.”

He leans his forehead against hers. Of course, she has. “You know that some people celebrate their victories before immediately finding new causes.”

“Is that so?” she presses closer, her nose skimming his. Tone, light, teasing.

“Yes.” He tilts her head back and hovers a breath away from her lips. “Promise me that when we get to Neverwinter you’ll do some things for yourself.”

“I promise.” And she seals it with a kiss. Liv always keeps her promises, and that’s good enough for him. Good enough for now.

***

Watching Astarion wander with wonder around the home she had only ever dreamed in her mind makes Liv’s heart feel like it’s going to burst. She knows how much he’s hated being trapped in the Elfsong, and she wishes she’d had the magic and the components ready to give them both this place sooner, but the wait was worth it for the way he embraces her, calls her incredible. The world is big and their adventures will be too, but having a place they can always return, a home, makes it all feel just a little less scary.

When she kisses him, she doesn’t expect to be met with passion and urgency. It feels as though Astarion cannot get close enough to her for the way he holds her. He kisses her deeply, his clever tongue darting between her teeth, his fangs gently nipping her lips. His hands are insistent. He is a swiftly moving current, and she desperately wants to lose herself in him, let his lips and fingers pull her far from shore. He guides them to the chaise and they tumble down into the softness. There is no question of where this is going as he rolls his hips into hers and begins undoing the buttons of her shirt while her fingers tangle in his hair. She is already breathless, already pulling him closer. 

They have only had sex a handful of times since the night in the cemetery when Astarion told her he wanted to try again. And they haven’t talked about it, not really. At first, it was because there was a big world-ending problem to solve and every moment felt like it could be their last. And then they were just thrilled to be alive and to have moments together. But now, there isn’t an excuse not to pause, to ensure they are on the same page. 

As he parts her shirt and presses his cool lips against her collarbone, she whispers his name and gently cups his cheek. 

“Hmm?” As he looks up at her, his red eyes are blown wide with genuine desire. It’s validating to see, and all the more reason to talk.

“I think we need to pause and talk for a moment.”

“You want to talk right now ?” His voice has dipped suggestively, but his hands have paused their exploration. 

She sighs. “Not my best timing…but yes. If we’re going to be having sex more…regularly. We need to talk about it.”

He stiffens a bit. “I’m not exactly sure what there is to talk about, darling. I did need some time for our relationship to grow and for me to feel safe to re-engage in sex, but everything’s fine now.” 

She runs her thumb against his cheek in what she hopes is a comforting gesture. “I’m glad that you feel safe, and like everything is fine. But I think we need to talk about what we’re both comfortable with, what we both want. Boundaries and all that.” 

His brow furrows. “Oh…I…alright.” There’s a reluctance there that she wasn’t expecting, but she forges on anyway. 

“For example, I don’t know how you feel about me initiating sex with you. I’d like to know your boundaries…the things you might not be comfortable with or things you want to try. Sex is complicated for you…and we haven’t always gotten it right. I just want to do better moving forward.”

“I appreciate that. I…I admit that’s not something I’ve ever done with a partner before.” He’s not quite meeting her eyes, and his fingers seem to be tracing patterns in the cushion beneath her. 

If she’s being honest, she hasn’t quite had these conversations so explicitly with a partner before either, but things with Astarion are different, and she wants this to be something that lasts. “Let’s just keep it simple today…Let’s just talk about things we like and initiating sex. I’ve felt like you needed to be the one in control of when sex happens…so I haven’t felt like I could initiate. I don’t know if I’ve misread that.”

He lets out a heavy sigh, his weight settling down into her as he shifts them both to the side, so they can face each other on the chaise, but he’s not holding himself upright. “That’s…that’s not an incorrect assumption, and perhaps something I needed…before. But now, I think I’d rather like to be propositioned by you. I don’t think you’ve ever propositioned me.”

He’s not wrong. At first, it was because he had pursued her and then it had been simply out of respect for what he had asked for: time and space. “Good to know. And…what do you like when it comes to sex?”

She knows she was right about them needing to talk by the way Astarion’s face tightens at the question. His words are careful, less sure than he usually is. “I don’t know what I like. I like…everything I do with you. Even when it isn’t about me…I like watching you and knowing you’re enjoying my attentions. I do enjoy sex with you, to be clear, but I think I enjoy the bit after, better. When we’re just naked together.”

She smiles and turns more fully into him. “I like that too. I like the way I feel connected to you when we’re together like that. I wouldn’t mind cuddling naked any time really, no precursor sex required.”

“Any time?” he asks with a mischievous glint in his eye. 

She laughs. “I draw a line at having an audience, but yes.”

“Our cemetery exploits haven’t broken you of that?” 

“Not at all. What else do you like?”

He considers for a moment, “I like drinking your blood when I’m inside you.”

“I think I have picked up on that one.”

“Am I that obvious?” he cocks an eyebrow. 

She shrugs her free shoulder. “It’s still good to hear you say it.”

“And you? Are you going to tell me what you like?” 

“Yes…” As much as she’s the one who initiated this conversation, she can’t help the blush that warms her face. For his part, Astarion looks utterly delighted; she shoves his shoulder. “I like your mouth on me.”

“Oh, but there’s so many places for my mouth to be…do be more specific, darling.”

She glares at him. “Cunnilingus.”

“Ah yes. I’ve been told I’m quite the cunning linguist,” he says with such an air of pride, and the joke is so bad that she can’t contain the laugh that escapes her. 

“Really? Cunning linguist?”

“You’re so adorable when you’re embarrassed. I had to do something,” he pulls her close and kisses her nose. 

“You always make the worst jokes when I’m embarrassed,” she says. He has a rare gift for telling the worst jokes in moments like these. It makes her love him even more. 

His smile tells her that he knows it. “Tell me something else you like.”

“I like it when you’re not entirely gentle with me. Not all the time, mind you, but I like feeling a little danger every now and again.”

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised considering you’re bedding a vampire.”

“Am I detecting the slightest hint of judgment?” she asks, feigning offense. 

“Considering that I’m very much on the benefiting end of it, absolutely not,” he replies with a slight laugh. “Though that does sort of lead into something I’m less comfortable with…”

She waits while he searches for the words. 

“You’ve never shied away from my true nature…but beyond drinking from you…I don’t know that I want to be reminded of what I am. That might change, but when I’m with you intimately I need to be reminded that I’m a whole person…”

“That makes sense.”

“With that said, I’m also not very comfortable playing with power dynamics. At least for now, I need to feel that we’re…equals.” 

She tries not to think about why that is, why certain dynamics might be triggering for him. “That sounds very reasonable.”

“Is there anything you’d like to avoid?”

She considers for a moment. “I had a partner once who was sort of into degrading talk…I didn’t like that at all. Otherwise, I like the things we’ve done together too, and I’m open to trying new things as well as you’re comfortable. We’ll just keep talking through it.”

“I do like the prospect of more opportunities to see you embarrassed.” His eyes are bright and his arms tighten around her. 

“Someday, I’m going to find whatever it is that makes you all flustered, and then you’ll never know peace.” 

“Mmmm. Is that a promise?” He asks, burying his head into the crook of her neck and kissing along her jawline. 

“Is this your way of saying you’d like us to not talk for a bit?” she asks, arching into him to grant him better access. 

“Well, that’s entirely up to you. I always know I’m doing a very good job when you’re muttering unintelligibly.” 

She swats at his shoulder as she feels his laughter shake them both. His lips find hers once more, and she melts into him. There’s still plenty more to discuss, but this is a start. And it’s good enough for now. 

[changbeens]

tomorrow's changbin bday countdown post is by far the dumbest thing i've ever made

[ponchospokerface]

I hope one day you learn kindness and a sense of empathy. You're a kid, but it's evident you refuse to learn from your mistakes - instead just flipping them around to seem like the other person's problem.

I don't think you can even pull the young card, because while everyone matures at a different pace you've been cut slack for that exact reason countless times.

This behavior will not get you far in life, but giving thought into how you make other people feel /will/.

The people who dislike you aren't trolls out on a witchhunt for you, they're people you've upset in someway. Instead of taking that information and seeing what you can do to improve yourself, you run away to a new account where you do not leave these people alone. You're doing the thing they do not want you to do, of course they will dislike you. Hell I'd say you're doing what you don't want /them/ to do to you, and doesn't that give some perspective?

Yeah I've made mistakes, I can be very rude and mean at times with or without knowing it. All honesty mate yeah I hurt those artists in some way, but just to be clear I move accounts to accounts cause of this shat and the fact people won't leave me alone about this when ik what I did, most people still rub this in my face like Doo Doo crap both from the past and now when I know what I did was wrong and in all honesty whenever people do that ik what their saying is true, but sometimes I feel like your just trying to make me feel bad then I already am. (like c'mon ik what I'm doing ik what I'm saying don't repeat me) and we still going on with this. If you don't want me to follow you again do or say the magic word and I won't? And right now on this account, I don't think I've bothered anyone right now, but if I am cause I dead ass literally just liked their post and gave them a compliment and that annoys them cause I said it all they need to do is just simply press the block/mute part. And who knows maybe your right maybe I am running away from my mistakes but I do see them and how they felt towards people, and I fuc- fricken am working on that, people will remember the things I've done but you've also gotta remember that was a long time ago both in my younger years and probably months/weeks ago or last year, idc if you get mad at this part it's just facts and that deed is over so stop bringing it up when that happened centuries ago.

Yeah I do see my mistakes and how they effect people, I see how people still react when I comment on their art posts even if it's a nice comment, even if it's a question I politely ask only for it to not be answered cause the question came from me because of what I've done to them/others, but honestly it's ridiculous, yeah I've been rude to you once or twice with or without knowing it, I have been brutally honest to you about your art cause I'm not the type to lie, and yeah Ik how rude I can get when I'm angry with people. (If your an og follower of mine you would know how I react when people think I'm being rude even though most times I'm just being very honest or I said something they didn't get) and what still gets me is the fact most of those artists (I've said this so many times) have came up with assumptions and think I'm weirdo and not talk to me because of that when they never knew the full picture (don't you dare do that when you know nothing of the sort. Ever, to anyone of the sort. Especially me, cause I won't take to kindly about it. Your an adult, a legit young adult, you can be mature enough to hear people out before making the story in your own head. Doogie (translate to idiot)

Now listen. I can promise I can control the things I say on here and do, I can promise I won't use it in the dumbest slightest reasons, but I will also promise that I will use it if necessary or if you need to just hear the damn truth. And I'm dead set.

Sorry if you get upset at that part, but sometimes you just gotta hear what I have to say about you and your actions towards me (did). idc if you cry or get angry at me because of this **boohoo**. I will use this attitude towards you if I have a reason or cause you need to hear it. And i have a lot of reasons right now to use it on those types of artists.

But again. That happened a long time ago, and like I said many times. It is now in the past, yeah ik what I did, They were Rude, Offensive, Disrespectful, and Disappointing things to hear from me. (And in most cases I'm not even being rude to you, I'm just being the most brutal honest person you can meet, I will not lie to you I will tell you the truth that will get you effed off and I'm sorry if you can't handle my honest reactions or opinions) I am improving myself, and I'm not saying I'm going too far with my jokes because literally other people do the same and you don't tell them off but me😬 ik the jokes are offensive, but I obviously don't mean them, no one here gets them and that's fine, so I am trying and doing the best not to go overboard cause ik you guys won't take it as that like me or others like me.

I also like to mention like I said about the "run away to a new accounts" thing, I'm not pointing you out I'm saying this to others, but it's honestly a dog move of you to tell my guests (new followers) the past things I've done and said, I will tell them myself that when I get the chance when when they need to know, I don't remember giving anyone the right to tell my new followers/fans about this to tell them/show them that because that's my business to tell, not yours.

If you want to still talk to me about this stuff still. Don't send a ask, say it to me in DMS personally. If you wanna go on that path still. My guests will obviously have the right to know about this, but no one has my right to say it out loud for them only me cause it's my business to tell. (My guests if your still curious go look at my @8orisporkfolio and @bearlypigest to see what has been happening lately and if not I will explain soon eventually just don't come up with assumptions without hearing the full story just yet)

Look man. The things I've done and said are very not "out there" or "welcoming" things I've done, but it's honestly just something you need to just let go of now (i'm not using the excuse of me going "cause I'm still young" anymore cause I'm sorta mature enough to understand this now) you don't have to forget it, but it's better to maybe forgive me for it cause I've already apologized about it and I'm already working on not doing that stuff to you or others anymore, that's not a good excuse but that's that. I've already forgiven those that STILL Know nothing about the things they had assumptions about. They didn't ask for my forgiveness but forgiving people is more better then hating them for your whole life because they made one or a lot of mistakes. Like this one,at this point. I do want you to forgive me not because I want want you to but because it's better then just hating me for that long without knowing anything or even getting to know the real me first yk? I really am a kind person once you earn my trust or just spend more time with me and get to know me better I'm not originally a rude or mean person

Again. this is your choice, I think this is better, you do not have to talk to me but forgiving me is better then just hating for this when you don't fully know everything, but again. If you want to be this way that is fine with me I'm not angry or disappointed because of that cause that's your personality or whatever, I'm just saying this is a better way to deal with the situation rather then just reminding me of my mistakes over and over when I already know what I did was wrong and you just build up more guilt inside of me, this is your choice I'm not forcing anyone I just think this is better.

But again. Just stop with this. Ik what I'm doing, what I'm saying, and how it effects people. Do not keep bringing this up at random occasions those artists don't really know much about the full picture to they can't say much without knowing.

Hell if your ass keeps doing this just ask me and I'll tell you the full picture (bloody dm me next time to) is it that hard to FRICKEN ASK ME THE FULL STORY IM NOT GONNA FRICKEN BIT YOU THE FRICK BRO

But yeah this is the last time I'm apologizing, I'm sorry for what I did, I think forgiving me and just leaving this behind is better, but that's your choice if you want to have an excuse to hate me without knowing me or the story for your whole life, I'm not mad or forcing you to, I'm just saying it's a good idea rather then this, your choice. It's not worth if you think deep about it, and if you don't think of it and have this as an excuse to hate me still and not get to know me personally or the full story for the rest of your life as I'm still walking on this earth.

Your not cool buddy just drop it💘

[aroaceconfessions]

some warnings for non-consesual contact + kissing

hii this is an update to a post from last sep/aug about very poorly set boundaries between my aroace ass and a very close friend (who, at that point, had said that they no longer liked me romantically) that essentially led to friend hugging/touching me more than I was comfortable with along with friend saying that they think that they're aroace too so I stuck around believing it without fixing my boundaries (so hugs continued).

Now, I have to say that my dumbass didnt listen to the advice from the previous post (thank you to those who said friend was a red flag). I let things snowball into them getting more comfortable with hugging me and they got close enough to kiss me.

And. well.

I was able to stay away from them for about a month (getting a mild but long-lasting Covid was an odd blessing along with having a very busy schedule). But after that I ran out of excuses. I just. let things continue. I guess they noticed I wasn't really reacting all (and that I didn't let them close enough to kiss me again) that well, because then we had a talk and they told me they still liked me romantically. Over the phone. Where I was far enough to forget that that friend made me so uncomfortable.

I put on my "everything is fine I promise" voice and said well u can't do anything about how u feel and ur a pretty good friend (and they were! except for the fact that they liked me romantically and that makes me want to vomit) so we'll stay close, just don't expect anything romantic from me. I continued to talk and let them hug me and whatever else. (And they invited me to stay with their family in some place they were renting out for christmas???? luckily I had the balls to say no)

then, mid-december, a childhood friend reached out (we'll call them dipper) and i told them everything about friend. dipper said, "Well fuck that, stop replying to them!" so I did.

Fast forward to now, where I'm typing up this post. Just an hour ago friend texted me to go stay somewhere overnight again (theyve sent other messages before that I was able to ignore). I'm pretty sure some other mutual friends were going to that overnight thing as well but I've essentially cut those other people out cuz they just saw me as an extension of friend. so.

It's the dumbest thing ever because right after they messaged I just felt guilt and regret. We were really close for nearly two years before anything really bad happened and I was loathe to cut them out in the first place becuase they were the only person I actively spoke to at some point. And when the first issues started coming up I would always say that it was fine and that I was okay with the touching so isn't it kind of my fault that it happened anyway???

In other words, I felt obligated to reply to them (I haven't, yet. Thought I might have by the time this is posted). I told dipper about it and they said that I should probably talk to friend about everything and I think I will. It probably isn't healthy that I spend everyday dreading getting a message from friend. That when I do get a message my heart drops to the pit of my stomach. And how when we're together my first instinct is to just. stop thinking and act like everything is fine. (Not to mention that I haven't felt safe enough to genuinely tell them about what I've been up to in ages)

So.

I will (hopefully) tell friend about everything. No platitudes. No "everything is fine". It would be a great way to start the year right, too.

Um. I didn't think this would be so lengthy but I guess it's just proof that I've let things go for too long. Honestly, without dipper I think i would have just continued letting things be. I'll go for now. Maybe I'll have an update again in a few months. who knows?

and thank you, admin(s), for this page. everything here has been a lot of help with my own realizations.

💛

[acourtofthought]

Thank you for letting me vent! These warships are draining. If I see a pro Elriel post, I just mind my business. I know I'm not going to change their mind, nor do I want to. They are free to ship whoever they please.

But I do see a silver lining in all this. Over the year's things have gotten worse for them and it's not looking promising. I believe that is why they are getting more aggressive. What I mean is, when they do get SJM's attention, it never goes in their favor. For example:

Breads and roses, they swore this was El/riel confirmatio, prior to release and well, it was NOT. But in her HOSAB interview, she explained she was thinking what would be a warm welcome for Bryce, who thought she was in hell. Nothing more.

Gwyn's age, another theory that blew up in their face. SJM's not only shut it down, her face said it all. It is still one of my fave interviews.

ACOSF, before it's release El/riels dedicated so many posts and theories firmly believing this would be it for them, because it made sense right? Elain was closest to Nesta, Azriel to Cassian. This was the perfect opportunity to set them up, but SJM went an entirely different direction, and the two characters with least presence were Elain and Lucien. Watching their melt down was fascinating on twitter when the book was out, especially when the Italians who got an advance release date were going on about the chemistry between Az and a priestess, this was before the bonus chapter was even available. So if these readers, who had no idea of the bonus could pick up those crumbs, says a-lot about who's reading comprehension is off. Also, it is well known a ton of Elriels only skimmed ACOSF, I've seen tweets saying they do not want to read a book with that b*tch Gwyn. Just because one refuses to read something, does not change the outcome.

And that bonus chapter, why did a certain big pro elriel account rewrite the chapter and deleted Gwyn's part and tried to pass it off as published work? Did she think it was going to sway readers to el/riel, that was by far one of the dumbest things I've ever seen. If the bonus is not as important as they claim, why did they rewrite it? Waiting for them to make that make sense.

When SJM was promoting TOG, someone asked about Elain and Azriel and those in attendance shared her response on Twitter and they were crying and screaming on twitter when it was revealed she sees them as siblings - I know it is kinda weird that she did have them almost kiss BUT she actually did not have them kiss, so they could very well form a close subbing like bond later on, in the way Aelin does with Dorian, and they did in fact kiss.

Then fan during her Sept live who asked about Gwyn and the light singer theory. Her response was "not to sound mean but..." when anyone says "not to sound mean" it is the polite way of trying not to make you feel inferior for being wrong, but you are wrong. She even stated "another conspiracy theory" and kindly changed the topic. She did not fall for that question.

Lastly, I'm tired of seeing el/riels attack SJM's friends. Personally, I find it a win that her friends are anti elriels, does it mean I believe they know anything for a fact? I doubt it, but still, I know it makes el/riels so mad to see one of SJM's best friends vocalize she does not see Elain and Az as endgame anymore on her podcast.

Oh and when she was asked about modern vacations, she wasn't even asked about Elucien, yet she blurted it out and included them. El/riel's were not happy about it.

There are no interviews supporting Az and Elain the way there is for Elucien and where things stand in ACOSF it is not promising at all.

I think you're right. With more people coming to the conclusion that E/riel isn't happening it's caused them to get defensive. As far as Bread and Roses. I don't think SJM would give anything away if it was a clue that Elain was living in the townhouse but I am certain it wasn't a clue that E/riel was living together. If the next ACOTAR book picks up after CC3 that means the book would start with Elain and Az having kissed, had sex, fallen in love and moved in together off page. How does that make any sense? Why would you even want them for them? I also find it amusing that their arguments all end with "we have proof that Elain wanted to kiss Az!" after SF while they conveniently leave off the fact that Az told Elain that THEY WERE A MISTAKE. Do they honestly believe SJM would have left E/riels last interaction like that only to have her turn around and pretend like none of that happened at the start of the next book? That as a reader we're supposed to believe they just "talked it out" when we weren't even present for that conversation? They aren't paying attention to the kind of author SJM is if they really think that's what went down.

And SJM did have a million chances to push the narrative of an E/riel endgame but what she did instead is make it a point to tell us how different they are, how they haven't had any real progression in their emotional intimacy (even though Elain was open to getting to know Az), how Elain's sisters don't really consider her a close friend and how the IC doesn't really include her in important decisions. It really doesn't matter what happened two books back when this is the direction she's now headed. I so wish someone had a link to that interview, the one where she announced they were siblings. I've heard about it from a lot of people who remember it as you do but no one saved a link to it. I would LOVE to have that to post and share 😂 And it's not all that weird that she had them almost kiss or that they shared an attraction at one point when you consider Cassian and Mor. We know that Cassian was attracted to Mor and she found him somewhat appealing because they slept together. He admits that in ACOMAF, Mor was somewhere between friend and lover. Then in SF he tells us Mor has become family, his sister. So if that can happen then why can't the same be said for Elain and Az? Especially after they realize they were never really interested in one another for the right reasons anyway? The interview question about Gwyn and lightsingers is a whole big mess. I don't think SJM was even responding to Gwyn being an lightsinger or not because while the girl thought she was being sneaky on suggesting that Gwyn was a lightsinger, the actual question was "if lightsingers have a "beast" form and shadowsingers are the counterpart, do they also have a "beast" form?" and SJM laughed at conspiracy theories while giving an A+ for careful reading. So it answers nothing but also further confuses everything because she laughed at the theories while also complimenting their careful reading. It's a very typical SJM response, telling us nothing while also giving us something that both sides can claim as proof. Regardless though, what would it REALLY matter if Gwyn were a lightsinger (and that's not even saying she is)? But Rhys can mist people and enter their minds to do his bidding. Exactly why would Gwyn being a lightsinger automatically mean that removes her as a LI for Az. Az TORTURES people and doesn't blink at the thought of killing allies. Do they really think he'd be scared off by someone with a dark power? Just like not all daemati are bad, I think we can assume that not all lightsingers are bad (especially if they're only a quarter lightsinger). It could easily be a misunderstood power. And that's not even saying Gwyn is one, I'm just arguing that even if she were it wouldn't change the fact that she can still use something that's considered a dark power to protect the innocent. Just as Rhys does, just as Az does. At the end of the day, I can guarantee SJM is disgusted by the side of her fandom that threatens, bullies and harasses. It's amazing how E/riels that are guilty of it can't understand that.

[dumbestthingiveeverheard]

Dumbest Thing I've Ever Heard: 7/19/2023

Third Place: Jim Bakker

Right-wing Watch posted a clip to their Twitter account of the televangalist saying the following:

For reference: 1966 was the year before the Supreme Court struck down laws against interracial marriage.

Second Place: Isaac Schorr

Today on Mediaite, Isaac's article "DeSantis’s Impressive Interview With Jake Tapper Shows Why He Should Leave the Echo Chamber" was published. In it, he fawns over how presidential the semi-fascist Florida Governor did in his interview, noting that the man who would gladly end the lives of all transgender people in the United States was so presidential.

Any news network that talks about him in anything less than those terms is an echo chamber, far as I'm concerned. You know what else I'd consider a DeSantis echo chamber? A place where an opinion writer would feel like it's okay to write something like this, which sounds like it's straight from the mouth of the DeSantis campaign:

During the pandemic, he bucked national trends to insist that children return to school and reject vaccine mandates. On education, he’s insisted on removing pornographic materials from school libraries while advocating a back-to-basics approach to curricula. And on the environment, he’s prioritized conservation while rejecting burdensome regulations.

Notice the lack of any mention of him, among other things, arresting a woman who had COVID-19 data counter to the narrative his government was pushing and banning people from saying the word "gay" in school.

And that's not even getting into this article saying that DeSantis's far-right campaign tactics have somehow been outside the norm for a man whose press secretary shared videos from Libs of TikTok and called everybody who disliked the Governor a pedophile. And by the way, any media platform he's allowed on that makes no reference of at least some of the things I mentioned above is an echo chamber.

Honestly, I've been reading Mediaite for six years--if articles like this continue to be published on that website, I will start boycotting it--I'm not joking.

Winner: Marjorie Taylor Greene

Remember yesterday how I talked about the Biden White House using attacks from Greene as positive campaign points? Well, after I published that post, Joe Biden's Twitter account released an entire ad just made up of Greene's words.

Marjorie Taylor Greene, you've said the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

[annaizscribbling]

The dumbest rant I may ever post, but do you know what the notorious dress from the Wednesday Show is made from? Vote here then keep reading my dumb complaints

Have your answer? Lovely.

If you chose tulle? Congrats, you are correct. If you chose black lace, you're wrong. Don't know what tulle is? It's like the sheer stuff tutus and wedding veils are made up of

Why am I annoyed by it? Because Wednesday dresses extremely modern for the vast majority of the show. It's mostly very modern teenage clothes but in black and white. No black lace or historical inspiration to be found. There are variations of her traditional black dress with the white collar, but all in all, she doesn't feel especially vintage wardrobe wise.

Now maybe I just know slightly too much about textiles, but I know she never wears lace. Jenna Ortega did wear a teensy bit for the premier, but Wednesday herself doesn't wear black lace at all.

Somehow the internet decided otherwise. For awhile my Instagram fyp was nothing but Wednesday inspired looks that were filled with far more lace and historical inspiration, but she never wore that. I think it would have been way cooler and would have fit her better, but she didn't.

Now for the part about me ofc. I adore black lace. I have six or seven gorgeous tops made from different black laces. I love historically inspired jewelry, messy Edwardian inspired hair, and my combat boots. It's a style I've grown into over the last four years or so and I've really embraced it. Somehow the internet pavloved itself into thinking that's what Wednesday dressed like cuz I can't go anywhere without comments.

Not that I particularly dislike being compared to Wednesday, but perhaps I'm a little (a lot) salty about the fact she doesn't actually dress like me, but I can't escape the comparison anymore, especially as a Latina with dark hair. It's a style I developed on my own over a long time, and a lot of care went into it, now I'm being compared to a character that doesn't even wear lace.

End of rant, thank you