#you really didn't need to tell me you'd unfollowed me

[pyroweasel]

Sometimes I see how (generally younger) people interact on social media - how they expect others to interact or the information they expect others to give or the hoops they expect others to go through to prove they're not problematic or whatever.

And I just think.

Man I really am too old for this shit.

[pierregazly]

to live for the hope of it all (part 2) ꨄ charles leclerc smau

charles leclerc x fem!reader / mick schumacher x fem!reader

pic credits: pinterest

link to part 1 | link to part 3

all the love on part 1 was so sweet i just had to get started on part 2 as soon as possible. originally this was only going to be a charles x reader but i like drama and i like mick sooo... it also may seem obvious about what's gonna happen but i have no self control and this is prob gonna be a multi-part xoxo

mercedesamgf1

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mercedesamgf1 no one tell toto why we needed both his drivers for individual photoshoots... it had absolutely nothing to do with their hands... nothing at all

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username ur telling me yourusername takes over and all of a sudden we're getting this kind of content??? stay with us forever y/n pls

lewishamilton i thought you were taking pictures of my tattoos...

mercedesamgf1 i see tattoos, do you not, sir lewis? lewishamilton please stop calling me sir lewis every time you acknowledge me

mickschumacher im telling toto because i wasn't included in the photoshoot

mercedesamgf1 next post is an admin loves mick post i promise 🙏

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher special thanks to yourusername for always getting my best angles

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yourusername we've discussed this. you don't have bad angles.

username mick is so golden retriever boyfriend-coded, i ship him and y/n so hard

username hoping you get a real seat in 2024, even if it's not for mercedes 🙏

roscoelovescoco missing's ya mick's

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yourusername oh monza my heart and soul... honoured to be spending a gp from the other side of things for once

arthur_leclerc red always fit you better... broke my heart with this post y/n 💔 yourusername mercedes spoils me too much to give them up

username did anyone realize charles and y/n had unfollowed each other??

username im so sad... i really thought they'd get together by monza username we all delulu around here

mickschumacher knew it was gonna be more fun having you hang around the garage with me

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charles_leclerc monza is special thanks to you. thank you all for coming to milan today, you are the best.

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username mother in the likes??? they still dont follow each other omf

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username mother is mothering pls get back together (even platonically pls)

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f1wagsofficial rumour has it charles_leclerc and yourusername were seen talking earlier today in the paddock... apparently charles sought her out and one of my dm's said they swore they heard the ferrari driver apologizing profusely... guess that means things are on the mend?

username im sure whatever the fight was about isn't worth tossing out a 22 yr friendship anyways lol

username none of us have any right commenting on this lol

username does this mean y/n and mick ARENT gonna be a thing??? cuz girlypop looked so happy every time she was with him...

username they were also totally snuggling up to each other in some of those photos ppl were posting on twitter like...

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[antimony-medusa]

As we all engage with the Egg arc on QSMP, I know we're all having a fun time talking about how emotionally devastating it all is, but I have seen some concerning takes about this, so I want to also reiterate that it is fiction. It's not real.

You can have real emotions about fiction (talk to any D&D player whos run a long campaign about this), but it is essentially fake, it is something you can box up and put away. And if you think you can't tell the difference between a fictional roleplay and real life child death, you need to step away.

Cause like, I have been seeing people comparing egg deaths to real life tragedies, and like. Guys. That's just offensively disrespectful. I do not want Chayanne to die. I'm team "storm heaven and get all the eggs back". I want the happy dragon ending. I have also had real life children die in my life and equating a pixel egg despawning to that makes me actually mad. We can have fun with it but this is fiction and you need to be clear to yourself that it is fiction. The QSMP admins are not "responsible to give you a happy ending" because it is essentially not real, they are ethically responsible for how they treat people in the real world (the players and the admins) not for what happens in the story they are telling.

There are two aspects of this that are important. The first is the most basic. Fiction is not real. It's lies we tell ourselves recreationally. No real people were harmed. No one actually died. The egg's admins are fine and now playing league of legends on stream. You can have real emotions about fiction, but you can also take comfort in the fact that the bad thing didn't actually happen. This allows you to engage with topics that you would never want to happen in real life (horror media, for example), in an entertaining way. Fiction is a safe spot to explore really concerning topics, whether that's something you're afraid of, something that has happened to you, or something that you'd never want to see happen in real life but it scratches that brain itch. And that isn't intended to say that you have to be comfortable with every topic in fiction. Suicide themes even in fiction are too close to real life for me, so I stay away from them. You get to set your own comfort levels with what fiction you're comfortable with. And that leads into my second point. The essense of fiction is that you are opting into it. Except in vanishingly rare cases, if you are engaging with something fictional, you are giving ongoing consent to engaging with the story by continuing to watch/read/listen to it. At any point you can tap out and step away, back into real life. You have the power to control your experience and say "yes I am watching this" or "no I do not want to engage with this actually". You can take the headphones off. You are an active player in how you deal with the fictional story, and if it gets too much for you, you get to step away. You get to write fanfiction and it is just as real as the original. If someone is dying in real life, no amount of blocked terms and telling your friends not to discuss it is going to keep it from happening. It is inescapable. It happens to you, it is enacted on you, you are a passive figure and you have no control. The only thing you have a control over is how you react to it, and this is why a huge element of grief is the powerlessness.

You have power over fiction. You can opt out of it. And if you can't tell the difference between a fake story and real events, a) you need to do work on that, because there is a lot of really upsetting content in fiction that is going to fuck you up, b) you need to step away from the fake story that is doing harm to you, and use that power that fiction gives you to opt out of it. Block terms. Unfollow people. Go do something in real life. Fiction is not real.

[snow-143]

Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook

two- drunk call (0.9k words)

*JJUNGKOOK requested to follow you*

I wish I could say I didn't already know he had unfollowed me all those month ago, but the truth is I knew as soon as he did. Stalker alert. 

'Girl, what is up with your vibe today?' Looking to my left I meet eyes with Lisa. My one acception to my rule of not involving myself with anything to do with Jungkook. Mostly because she doesn't care about the bullshit him and his friends get into. 

She's the epitome of the 'cool girl'. Never Giving a fuck about drama outside of her and never involving herself in gossip. Everyone admires her, I sometimes debate why she even bothers with me. Opposites attract I suppose. 

She's loosely involved with his group of friends, from the little that I've got out of her she thinks they're too much to be around on the regular. 

'Ughhh. Okay, but don't laugh at me. It's really stressing me out.' How can I even ask her that when I feel stupid myself?

'I can't promise anything, but I'll try my very best.' Her tone is light. She's proven to me already that she'll always be there for me, even if she does think my predicament is trivial, if it's causing me stress she'll be there. That's what I love so much about her, she doesn't need to understand to be empathetic.  

'You know that massive project I have that will literally last like half of the year? I got partnered up with Jungkook.' 

'Jungkook as in the Jungkook who shattered your heart into a million little pieces and never looked back?' Her expression might've been the driest I've ever seen it.

'First of all, ouch. Second of all, no the Jungkook who magically just appeared that no ones ever heard of.' It's said in the same tone she used, just slightly more sarcastic. 

'Damn there's a mysterious new boy? Is he cute?' At this point I can't even tell if she's joking. Looking far interested at the idea.

'Girl please be serious. I don't know what to do.' 

'Just switch partners or something, your professors chill.' Sighing, I explain exactly why I cant do just that.

'Damn. Well looks like you're fucked.' 

'Exactly my thought.'

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3am. That's when I receive the message from him, asking if I was busy tomorrow, Or that's what I think It's meant to say. From his grammar I can tell he's drunk. That catches me off guard, who in their right mind thinks about school work when they're drunk. 

What confuses me more though is the way my heart drops to my arse. Sure, I was expecting the message but not at 3am on a Friday night. While he's drunk might I add. God this boy is strange.

I stare at the message for what feels like an eternity, I know he can see that I've saw it but it's like I'm in a trance. My phone screaming out it's annoying ring tone snaps me right out of it. 

If I was shocked before I don't even know how to describe this feeling. 

Answering the call comes far too easily, like he never stopped calling me.

'Jungkook?' 

'You answered.' It's a gentle whisper, I almost didn't hear it. 'I didn't think you'd answer, but you answered.' His words, his tone, send a shooting pain straight into my heart. He sounds so relieved. As if all he's ever needed was for me to accept this one call. 

'I answered.' Is all I can manage to force out of my mouth and he's giggling. An uncontrollable giggle. How does one react to that? How do I possibly respond to this boy giggling down the line. 

Turns out the only response I have is a sore laugh. Sore but real, a real laugh because what even is this? What is he doing?

The line is silent on his side now, I'm beginning to conclude that he's fallen asleep in his drunken haze when he finally begins to talk again, 'So... are you busy tomorrow?'

'No. No, I'm not.' We're still whispering. I can't tell if it's because he doesn't want anyone to know who he's talking to or because he doesn't want to scare me off. Either way, I know which one it is for me.  

'Perfect! Meet me at the campus café at two.' He's perked up now, his voice raising an octave or two. A smile evident in his voice.

'I'll be there.' I can't help but smile too. 

The line goes quite, once again. 

'Y/n?' His voice is a delicate lull again. Breathy almost.

'Yes?'

'I'm sorry.' 

'It's okay.' It's not okay, though. I'm not okay. He's not okay and I don't forgive him. I'll never forgive him. Not after how much he hurt me. I want to say it, to scream it, but I don't. 

Preferring to let the gentleness of it all to stay intact. Leaving my unspoken words screaming into the abyss. 

It's deafeningly quite, I'm half expecting him to break the silence again. 

That is until I start to hear his soft snores. I don't hang up. I've missed this too much to give it up now. My ego might be bruised for being so weak, but I've never been more content. 

Curling into my blanket I cling onto my lone teddy, the one he bought me when we we're 16. It's a pathetic stand in for what I wish I was holding, but it's all I have.

Falling asleep to the sound of his breathing is far to easy. Normally my brain is clouded by thoughts but tonight non come, and as much as I hate to admit it, that is the best I've slept since the night he left.

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a/n: reminder to everyone to never call/ text someone you dont talk to anymore while drunk (or at all tbh). life is NOT a fanfic (unfortunately)

[lipslikethegardensofbabylon]

blog recs and questions! spicy edition ❤️‍🔥

the blog(s) you often stalk

the blog(s) you'd wish to meet in person

the blog(s) you don't always agree with but love anyway

three blogs you'd take with you to a mysterious deserted island (choose wisely)

your mean girls squad (gender neutral)

current tumblr crush (blog you reblog the most from)

current number of blocked blogs

the tag(s) you track

stalk - i'm fucking awful at using this site sometimes ngl just bc i'm so busy lol but my faves if i see them on my dash i visit their blog is usually @ohh-goddamn and @to-need-somebody also i shamelessly look at @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes like it's my personal news lol

wish to meet - ALL MY MUTUALS

don't agree with but love - idk i followed some swifties on here awhile ago bc i liked their hot takes but then i noticed i didn't really like their negative energy so i just unfollowed them so now i just follow my little group of lovelies lol

mysterious island besties - @blushingallthewayhome to provide music to us all, @tolerateit to tell us stories bc she reads enough for a library lol and @ohh-goddamn for when we get too excited and drink water we're not supposed to and are stricken with some ailment and require healing

mean gurls <3 everyone tagged and then also @midastouches @dress @kaygrayyyy @actual-sleeping-beauty @notesonartistry @ramonapest

crush - idk how to see it someone help me lol

number of blocked: they're like all porn or creepy dudes that have dm'd me idk how to see this either lol

tags i track: i do not i live in the wild west

ty for this fun ask! lol

[stevethehairington]

🌿🍭🤲🧿

hiiii ty for sending this in!!

🌿how does creating make you feel?

so so sooooo good. like, when the words are flowing well and this tiny lil idea i had once is now turning into this fully fledged thing, it's just like. idk kind of magical. like I made this. I put these words down, in this order, and made these things happen. and I made people feel that thing because of it!! that's a powerful feeling!!

🍭why did you start writing?

because i had a story to tell! i had a story i wanted to fix, i had a story i wanted to continue, i had a story i wanted to create. i've always been good with words in the creative sense, and i've always enjoyed writing little stories as a kid. so it's only natural that that translated into my teenage and adult years too. it's fun to me, it gives me a creative outlet, it's something to do, it gets me validation lol.

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

so much!!! ive said it a few times now but it's my creative outlet! it gives me a space to like explore concepts that rotate around my brain, it's something i can project my hopes and dreams and wishes onto, it's something i can channel my feelings into. it gives me a sense of accomplishment, when i finish something, and it gives me validation when i post and people like it and comment on it. writing has also given me some of my best friends, too. through it i've met so many wonderful people, and i've made some amazing connections and i will ALWAYS be grateful for that.

🧿what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to?

ha. hahahaha, yeahhhh this is a tough thing to do sometimes. like. ough. okay. ngl i am actively trying not to take certain things personally when it comes to writing. lol. it's hard! it's hard because, like, there's no explanation for why things are the way they are or why people say certain things or why people flock towards one thing over the other. it's hard not to make that (most times false!) connection that it has anything to do with you/your writing.

the best thing i can think of to do in these situations is to a. give yourself some distance and b. find someone you trust that you can talk to about it!

stop looking at the ao3 stats page, don't look at how many notes your post got, close that fic that isn't doing too well, take a break from that server that's bringing you down, unfollow that person that's saying things that are making you feel bad. like, you have to take care of yourself! and sometimes out of sight, out of mind is the best way to do that. and then finding someone you can talk to also helps because like sometimes you just get really in your head about things, and you need someone who had an outside perspective to remind you that it isn't like that, and that you are still good.

for things that aren't doing as well as i'd like them to, i also like to remember that, like, i am writing for myself first and foremost. so if other people don't like it, that doesn't matter. because i like it. and i know this is a lot harder to do than it seems, trust me, but like if you keep repeating that to yourself it does start to set in. ALSO, instead of focusing on how many people aren't reading it, i focus on how many people have read it. 20 kudos is still 20 sets of eyes on your work!! and like if you think of it like youre sitting in a room and 20 people come in, that's gonna be a crowded room! that's a lot of people! and THOSE people read your fic! THOSE people liked it! so like, focusing on what you have been given instead of what you didn't get helps.

let's get REAL - fic writer asks

[heartz4tob]

25/08/24 23:59

i made the decision to stop caring so much about you. gosh how stupid i was for pouring my heart out to God about you when i didn't cross yours once. i'm gonna say this one more time. i have deleted all evidence of you in my camera roll, i cut off the long hair that i treasured that i thought you would've liked, i blocked all your friends and the reminders of you that would be an obstacle in this journey. but one last time i want to recap on everything since i've fallen for you:

the moment i saw you in whoever's post i knew i would fall head over heels for you. you stood out to everyone in that photo and i was determined to know who you were. once i found out your name through stalking everyone you knew, i became obsessed well not until after qasim. i fell in love with the idea of you knowing nothing about your life other than the basic stuff.

i really wanted to know you toby. i wish you knew that. the day i followed you on instagram i didn't know if you'd follow back (i wish you didn't, this wouldn't have happened) when you did that's when all hell broke loose. and when i found out that you won poty award, i was so so proud of you. you will never know how proud i am of you toby. and when i found out you got an academic award for whatever you achieved i was beyond proud of you. i am your biggest and no.1 supporter.

but i was obsessed with getting your attention and getting you to notice me. i'd follow up on everything about you, i was desperate for your love. and when i found out you could've loved another i crashed out. i unfollowed you and wanted you out my mind in hopes that "out of sight, out of mind" would work. it didn't. it made me even more obsessed with you.

and when i saw you days after i tried removing you from my life, i was so kilig to the bone. the way you smiled and the way you looked under the sunlight made me melt. (no pun intended) like why did you have to look? i get it my mom honked the horn but you looked at me? ME? i actually wish your eyes never met mine.

i love you toby but im not letting you take over my mind, heart and life. you've brought me nothing but doubt and stress. you made me skitz out night after night making me change myself in ways so i could look appealing to you. i've prayed to God for 30 minutes just to get an answer. you will never know what i said. you made me believe there were good people in the world but at what cost? you made me happy and miserable all at once. how is that possible? i will never forget all the sadness you made me feel but if you ever need me my arms are wide open for you. i am not waiting for you anymore but my heart will continue to wish you Godspeed until we die. good luck with your basketball stuff and good luck in the next academic year.

and this is not my position to say but if you ever feel bad about yourself please consider my thoughts. if you saw yourself through my rose tinted glasses you'd never have a bad thought of yourself again. no matter how much people tell me, i think you're perfect in my eyes. God made you with so much love and care that i can practically see Jesus Christ through you. you're beautiful and you'll never hear me say that. (Solomon 4:7)

i wish nothing but the best for you. and one day i hope you find a woman of God who treats you perfectly. a proverbs 31 woman. i pray that she builds you to become an ecclesiastes 5 man. im so sorry but ive had enough. i've had enough of all the doubt and sadness loving you brought to me. although this whole thing put me through some tough stuff in not going to be a liar and say it was a waste. i enjoyed my little fancy for you even if it meant tears being shed. i mean hey, that's life. loving you made me realize that love can be silent and that i can love someone without knowing them properly and with no words exchanged. you made me believe that i do indeed hold love in my heart and it isn't all just bad in the world.

i truly believed it was you and me. and if my prayers are answered and we are in Gods plan i hope when we meet again in the future that we make it, and i intend on waiting forever if that's the case. (Genesis 29:20). cause gosh i wanted it to be you so bad. but if it's not you then that's okay and i'll learn to be okay with it. and to be honest i really do not see myself loving someone that's not you, i hoped it was you from the beginning. and i pray if it's not you and me in this lifetime that it's you and me in the next one. "sa susunod na habang buhay" is associated with your name in my heart.

but if you did reciprocate the love i have for you, i'd be the best you'll ever have. the love i have for you is unhealthy at this point. and in all honesty i was more pulled in by the idea of loving you than building my relationship with God first. i'd be as loyal as a dog to you. you could break my heart 1 million times and i would still rather that over giving it to someone else. gosh toby i love you so much. the love that i have for you in my heart needed more space so i planted the love i have for you in things i loved too. i envied anything you loved knowing ill never be those things. inanimate or not. how crazy do i sound right now?

you looked like a prayer i made to God about my future husband and i was gutted realizing that you may not be that. i know deep down that you're a good guy toby. don't let that potential go to waste and please don't be consumed by the bad people around you. keep your dreams alive and i just pray and i pray so hard that you end up succeeding in what you aspire to do. if you can't be with me i pray you be with God. build that relationship between you and Jesus. keep going. i'm here on the sidelines rooting for you.

please, if you feel like the world is mean to you, run to me. call out for me and i'll be there for you. i'm an idiot for you.

this whole account made me realize how deluded i am. and i don't think i can go like this for longer before i actually go skitzo, and, for the last time,

i love you toby. goodbye. 💗

[ruffianblue]

Things about my first boyfriend

Things I'll never forget (and forever hold a grudge against you for):

When I went to your place and I nearly cried because it hurt so much and it was my first time; but you were gentle and said it would be all right as you forced your crooked member into my virgin hole, and afterwards you said "remember to pee", and I said "you're so nice" because I naive and expected less than the bare minimum.

When we were at a wedding and we had to go out onto the stage for pictures; you held your female friend's arm to help her with the stairs instead of me, and I had to be helped by a staff member.

When I had a migraine at Ocean Park and you made me go on a rollercoaster with you even though I didn't want to, but I did anyway because I didn't want to spoil the mood; I threw up after, once in the toilet of the restaurant after the Thai dinner that you paid for, and then again in the toilet of the train station at Admiralty. I had no water and no painkillers and I felt sick; yet I still tried to eat some apple mints so my breath wouldn't smell disgusting, and you kissed me like that would magically cure me of my pain. I said "I'll go buy some Panadol", hoping you'd offer to do so for me, and you said "can you wait, you're nearly home anyway".

When I first told you I didn't like you following Instagram models and told you to unfollow them, and you said "I'll put it on the to-do list" as if my request was just another checklist item like your air conditioner which had been left leaking for months; then when I confronted you again about it the second time, months later, this time threatening to break up, you sent me a screenshot to prove you actually did have it on your list and "just hadn't got around to it".

When we were breaking up, and you somehow still made it all about you, how I kept things to myself, blaming me for causing all of this - when really, you fucked it up with your disgusting character.

Things I dislike about you:

Your disrespect for me - eg. pressuring me to meet up despite my schedule, pressuring me to have sex with you, constantly being late for dates, continuing to indulge in porn and sexually provocative images of women on social media

Not making me feel like a priority in the relationship in terms of my emotional needs, unless sex is involved

Your lack of generosity for me - eg. enforcing an unspoken rule that we should pay for meals on alternate occasions, and saying "do you want to get this" as if to remind me it was my turn to pay

Your lack of self-care - eg. having an erratic sleep schedule, eating a large amount of sweets, deliberately scratching off scabs from eczematous patches and not allowing it to heal, scrolling on social media for up to 7 hours a day

Things I wish I didn't know about you: That you take drinks from the office; that you like VLT; that you have expired Vodka in the fridge; that you rotate between banks for the best cashback; that you have a pair of underwear that has a hole in it; that you used to have flowery bedsheets because your mum made you bring it and you turn the pillows over so the blue side faces up; that you used to dry your hands with a cloth towel but put out paper towels when I'm over; that you like mussels; that you'll eat my mussels for me; that you'll make me eat the salad I leave on the plate; that you'll remind me to pee every time after we do it; that you pick at scabs because you like seeing the blood come out; that you like Haribo Starmix sweets; that you'll try to take candid photos of me from the most unflattering angles and then tell me you like them; that two movies have made you cry; that you tell me to smile with my teeth instead of hiding my braces; that you'll carry my handbag for me; that you call me bb; that you have random tiny stains on your shirt that you've never been able to get out; that you're using the mooncake box I gave you to hold the tickets and receipts from places we go to; that you still haven't fixed your leaky air conditioner; that you like cars; that you like planes; that you like container ships; that you think slapping a filter on will save a bad photo; that you cry easily; that your penis is curved; that you run up the stairs to the train station every day; that you're almost always late for work; that you spend hours scrolling on social media; that you feel lonely; that the first words you said to me were "burning the midnight oil?"; that you were my first boyfriend and the boy I lost my virginity to; that we never made it past my birthday.

[floatingbook]

I loved your blog but I unfollowed for all the het-partnered shaming. I understand your view that it's problematic, but you can voice that without laying it on thick enough to make your comrades (even if not 100% ideologically aligned) feel guilty for existing. do you honestly think we're the enemies of separatism or feminism at large? divisions, unproductive divisions.

“For all the het-partnered shaming”. I’m laughing. Anon, you’re hilarious. All the het partnered-shaming? I’ve posted a few things on the subject this week, as a response to the anon I got in my inbox earlier this week, and before that I’ve publicly given my opinion on the subject in that one post. So it seems you have really thin skin and cannot stand any questioning of heterosexual relationships.

“Laying it on thick enough to make your comrades feel guilty for existing?” You need to stop crying every time someone points out how illogical it is to keep dating and marrying men when on the other hand you apparently understand that men are oppressing us. It is illogical. None of you, coming to whine into my inbox about how mean I apparently am, seems to be able to give some justification as to how what you are doing is not setting back women’s liberation. I’m still waiting. Men are still oppressing women, and no amount of loving men will change that. Reformism doesn’t work. It hasn’t worked so far, except to give women some half-hearted rights, enshrined in law but disregarded everywhere or hard to access, and even those are at risk from backlash today.

And yet you come here, on a lesbian’s blog, to complain about how I’m not here validating at every turn your coddling and endorsing of my (I’d say ours, but apparently women being oppressed doesn’t really bother you…) oppression? What should I do to be “good” in your opinion? Be a nice, meek lesbian, post everyday “let’s celebrate het-partnered women!! they are so brave!! so stunning for dating men!!”. Society is doing that already, everywhere. All of you are already swapping tips on how to be a “good feminist” even if you’re dating a man. Are you saying that you’ll only tolerate lesbians like me if we shut up and stop pointing out the dissonances in your reasoning? A good lesbian is a silent lesbian? A good separatist should be barely seen and certainly not heard?

You come across as extremely insensitive. No one forces you to follow me. I’ve said it before, I’m here to offer any insight I might come across in order to move towards women’s liberation. The whole world already thinks women’s liberation is a bad thing. Men would rather we stay shackled, and so do you apparently. Do I think you’re “the enemies of separatism or feminism at large?” In fact, I don’t think you’re helping, or that you really care to help. I just have to see your contempt every time separatism is mentioned. I just have to see you flock to my inbox when I dare to say that maybe you should stop propping up our oppressors. I just have to see heterosexual (and some bisexual) women be horrifyingly lesbophobic and call themselves “feminists” or “radfems” the next breath. Feminism isn’t a fun little quirky club. It involves actual change, not just going home to your boyfriend.

“Divisions, unproductive divisions”. You’re the ones clinging to your men instead of listening to other women’s voices. You’re the ones putting men above the relationships you could have with the women around you. You’re the ones shooting down separatism. You’re the ones satisfied with calling het-couple therapy feminism. The divisions are there. I’m not going to start pretending that I love men just to get into your good graces. Pointing out the root of women’s oppression is not unproductive, unless your sense of productivity is a happy heterosexual couple. I get it, you love men. I don’t, and I’m not about to shut up just for you.

Note that if any of you just wants to cry about this subject in my inbox, don’t expect an answer. You’ve made me write way too much this week about something I don’t care for. Everybody else is fine with you dating a man. You don’t need my validation.

[falcqns]

Aurorra

Pairing: Dad!Henry Cavill x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: Henry meets his daughter for the first time.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst. Dad!Henry

A/N: I don't know why I'm a sucker for these types of stories but I am. Hope you enjoy!

It's been two years and two days exactly since you and Henry had broken up.

It had been one year, one month, and two weeks exactly since you had given birth to his daughter, the daughter he had no idea existed.

It hadn't been a particularly nasty break up or anything, but both of you were hurting. You both wanted the relationship to work out, and when it didn't, you were both too heartbroken to even remain friends.

You had moved away from London not long after the breakup, deciding to live in Manchester, which was closer to your family. When you found out you were pregnant, you had tried to call him, but he had blocked your number. You had no way of contacting him other than through instagram, but he had unfollowed you and you knew your message would get lost in the thousands he received a day if you tried that.

You had no way of contacting his family either. You didn't know what to do. You had told your family, and they were insanely happy for you, even though you were going to be a single mother. When your mom had sat down and told you her and your father would do anything to help and support you through whatever decision you made, you knew the answer.

You were going to be a single mother.

When your daughter Aurorra Enola Cavill was born nine months later, you knew you made the right choice. Being a single mother may not have been what you were planning in life, but holding your blue eyed and brown curly haired baby in your arms for the first time, you knew it was what you were meant to do.

Aurorra had become your little bestie. She was such a well behaved baby. She rarely cried, slept through the night not long after she turned a week old, and was always full of smiles that were clearly from her father. There was never any doubt in your mind that she was Henry's, and every time you looked at her and saw her blue eyes, brown hair, and her cuddly chunky body, it only solidified that fact.

Aurorra had just turned 13 months old, and your job transferred you back to London, so you and Aurorra had just made the big move back.

You had opted to move back to the same neighbourhood both because of the safety of it, and because you knew you'd have a good chance of running into Henry. You had thought about it for months on end, and knew he couldn't be kept in the dark any more.

You had just finished unpacking the last box in the bedroom, when Aurorra woke up from her afternoon nap. You changed her and the two of you headed out to ASDA to get some groceries.

You pulled in the driveway and saw car that looked similar to Henry's BMW, but you didn't think anything of it. You parked and got a less than happy Aurorra out of her carseat and strapped her into the cart before heading on your shopping journey.

You had made it through the fruits and vegetables, and was heading to the freezer section to grab frozen fruit for the growing 13 month old, when you saw a familiar back in the same aisle.

It was Henry. There was no doubt about that. He was wearing a white knitted cardigan, with faded blue jeans, and running shoes. From the top of his cardigan you saw a dark blue t shirt poking out. His hair was slightly messy, but still curly. He was reading the nutrition information on the back of a frozen energy bowl, and you quietly opened the fridge, hoping to grab what you needed from this aisle and escape without him noticing you.

You had gone over seeing him again a million times in your head, and in no way did you plan on it being in the grocery store with other people around.

But, 13 month olds have a mind of their own. At that moment, Aurorra saw a popsicle package with the characters from her favourite show, Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir, and proceeded to squeal and call your attention.

"Mama!" She squealed and pointed a chunky hand at the popsicles. "Bug!" You glanced up and Henry and watched as he did a double take back at you. His eye brow furrowed, but you ignored him, instead turning to your baby.

"Yes, that is Ladybug. Would you like them?" You asked, and she nodded eagerly. You smiled and grabbed them out of the freezer once you noticed they were organic. "Say thank you," You prompted, and she brought the same chunky hand up to her chin and then down flat towards you. It wasn't the most perfect sign, but she was still learning.

You saw Henry walk up to you and had to steel yourself for the coming conversation. "Y/N?" He asked, and you turned around to face him.

"Hi, Henry." You said, placing the popsicles in the cart with the rest of your groceries. He smiled at you, and then glanced at Aurorra. She smiled and cooed at him and he smiled back, and stroked her cheek. "Hows everything," you asked, trying to avoid the question you knew was about to come.

"Everything's good. Kal misses you. Still sleeps with the teddy you got him," He said, his eyes locked on your daughter. You smiled.

"Well, tell him I miss him too. Now, if you'll excuse me, we're running a little late. I have to get home and get her fed." You said, but before you could move the cart Henry asked you the question.

"I-is she mine?" He asked, and you nodded, trying to swallow the lump that had been forming in your throat, to no avail.

"Y-Yes." You stuttered, and seconds later, Henry's arms enveloped you. "I-Im sorry," You whimpered, and Henry shushed you.

"Its okay. Let's not talk about it here. How about I meet you at your place once were both done?" He suggested, and you agreed, before giving him your address.

"Okay. I'll see you there." he said, giving you another hug, and pressing a kiss to the top of Aurorra's hand that had curled around his pointer finger. He stroked her cheek once more, before giving you both a smile, and heading off. He grabbed his cart with groceries, and made his way towards the checkout.

By the time you had finished shopping and made it home, Henry was parked in the driveway. You took a deep breath, and got out, giving him a smile. He returned it, and got out of his car before walking over to help you.

He grabbed the groceries, leaving you to grab Aurorra, who squealed at the sight of Henry. Henry chuckled, and blew her a kiss. He followed the two of you inside. You set Aurorra down, who stumbled on her own feet before stabilizing, her empty bottle in the right hand.

"Go put your baba in the kitchen please," You said, and she babbled to herself as she walked off, ignoring you and Henry.

"She's absolutely adorable," Henry said, and you smiled. "Well, she is your daughter," You said. Henry threw his head back and laughed before following you into the kitchen.

You set the bags down on the ground and turned to put away the ones Henry set on the counter. You two made small talk while putting away the groceries, mainly about work. You heard ruffling behind you but didn't think anything of it, as Aurorra usually liked to help put away the soup cans.

"Mama?" You heard a little voice ask and you turned around to face Aurorra. She was holding the box of popsicles out to you in one hand, while her other hand made a clockwise motion on her chest, signing please.

You smiled and took the box from her.

"After dinner, okay?" You said, and she didn't like that very much. She plopped on her butt and began to cry.

Her arms reached up to where the popsicles were and sobbed her little heart out. Henry's heart melted and scooped her up. "It's okay baby girl," He said, bouncing her. She sniffled, but calmed down and laid her head on his shoulder. He smiled in happiness, and pressed a kiss to her curly head.

He turned to you. "I just realized, I don't know her name," he said, and you smacked your head.

"Shit sorry, I completely forgot to mention that. Her names Aurorra Enola Cavill. I made sure she got your last name, and that you're on the birth certificate." You said, running your hands through her curly hair.

"Enola? Like Enola Holmes?" He asked, as Aurorra cuddled closer, her chunky arms wrapping around his neck. You nodded.

"Yeah. I couldn't think of a middle name for her, and I was watching Enola Holmes just before she was born. It was the scene where Sherlock and Mycroft see Enola on the train platform and you say her name. I knew then it was perfect." You said, and Henry smiled.

"It's a beautiful name," he said, wrapping his free arm around you. The three of you stood there for a few minutes, before Aurorra shook her hands at you, and tried to wiggle out of Henry's arms.

"Ah dun, Mama." She said. Henry pressed a kiss to her chunky cheek, and let her onto the floor. She scurried away seconds later, towards her bedroom.

"Is she okay wandering by herself?" He asked, watching her little body fall to her hands and knees, but get up and brush it off before continuing on her mission.

"Yeah she'll be fine. She's just going to play." You said, and Henry nodded before pulling you into his arms fully.

"I really am sorry I didn't tell you about her. I couldn't contact you or anyone in your family, and I didn't have the energy during my pregnancy or after to make the journey to London. I promise I didn't plan on hiding her forever." You said, and Henry squeezed you even tighter.

"It's okay. I know you'd never do something like that on purpose. You've done an amazing job raising her. I just wish I had witnessed it."

"You'll get to see her grow. You might have missed her start life, but I have everything recorded. Her first breath, her first steps, her first words, all of it. I know it's not the sam-" You said, but were cut off by his lips.

His hand travelled up to cup your face, before he pulled away. "Sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I just- You amaze me, you know that?" He said and you giggled.

"How so?" You questioned.

He rested his forehead on yours before continuing. "You thought to record everything. You made sure she has my last name and that I'm on the birth certificate. You didn't have to do that, but you did. I've missed you so much, and I didn't know just how much until I saw you in ASDA. I never should have left. I never should have blocked you." He said, a tear falling from his blue eyes. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that alone. Thats never what I wanted. But, I promise to be the best dad to her, whether we're together or not."

"I know you will be," You said, and pulled Henry in for another kiss.

The groceries were put away a few minutes later and you told Henry to go and play with Aurorra while you cooked, which he happily did.

He walked down the hallway to her bedroom, and smiled lovingly when he saw his daughter sitting on the ground playing with blocks, a stuffed Akita just like Kal secure under her arm. She was babbling to a Mickey Mouse toy that sat in the corner of the room, and was stacking blocks.

Henry began to walk in the room when she stopped babbling let out a sneeze and a sigh. He grabbed a Kleenex from the change table and sat down next to her.

"Hey sweetheart, can I wipe your nose?" Henry asked, seeing the snot coming from her nose due to the sneeze. She looked up at him and giggled, which Henry took as a yes, and he wiped her nose quickly before disposing of it in the garbage can.

She began babbling again, and pushed the Akita stuffy into his hands. "Goggy," She said, and clapped, which made Henry smile.

"It is a doggy. I have a doggy like your stuffy, wanna see?" He asked, and she nodded and clapped.

Henry pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture of Kal. Aurorra stood up and clambered into his lap, which Henry welcomed. When she saw the picture of Kal, she started bouncing and clapping again.

"Goggy! Goggy wun!" She exclaimed when he showed her a video of him running.

"Thats right, he is running. He's really good at it too, believe me." Henry said and put his phone away. Aurorra stood up and reached out her arm for him, opening and closing her fist. Henry stood up, and let her take his big hand in her tiny one, and lead him out of the room, and towards the back door that led to the backyard, babbling the entire way.

"Hold on, honey, we gotta tell Mama we're going outside, okay?" He said and she nodded before running to the kitchen shouting Mama.

Henry watched as she stood in the doorway and babbled before pointing at the door. She held her hand in front of her face and moved it out, closing it into a fist.

"You're going outside?" You asked, and she nodded. Henry saw you bend down and whisper something into her ear with a smile on your face and Aurorra giggle but didn't think much of it, before his little girl was running towards him and squealing.

He scooped her up and carried her out the door. She pointed at the toy box in the corner of the yard and Henry carried her over. He sat her down and opened it, before letting her pick what she wanted to play with. She grabbed a bucket with shovels and molds before running over to the lady bug sandbox and patting the lid. Henry chuckled and pulled the lid off.

"You wanna play in the sand?" He asked, and she nodded before climbing in.

Henry sat down next to her, and a shovel was thrust into his hand seconds later. She had a bright yellow one in her own hand and was digging a hole. Henry followed suit and helped her dig the hole.

A few minutes later she handed Henry a elephant mold.

"Put, Dada." She said, and Henry's breath caught in his throat, the mold falling from his hand.

"Did you say Dada?" He asked her, tears clouding his vision, and he saw her smile and point at the house.

"Mama, say." she said, picking up the elephant mold again.

"Mama told you I'm your Dada?"

She nodded and shook the mold in his face, practically begging him to take it. Henry smiled and pulled her out of the sand box, into his arms.

"I am your Dada, and I promise you I will love you forever." He said, and kissed her cheeks. She giggled before pointing at the sand box and doing grabby hands. Henry chuckled but put her back where she was. He picked up the mold and began to fill it with sand before she got upset.

"I apologize for interrupting your playtime," He said. "Now, lets make some animals."

Later that night, when Aurorra had been fed and put to bed, Henry pressed another kiss to your lips.

"She called me Dada when we were playing outside." He confessed and your eyes lit up.

"Really? I told her before she went out with you that you were her Dada, I wasn't expecting her to say it so soon!" You exclaimed. Henry chuckled, and pulled you into his lap.

"I'm so happy she did. Thank you for giving me her." He said, pressing his lips to yours before you could respond.

[polyjuicedpadfoot]

ok.. i might be being an idiot so feel free to call me out..

lot of discourse going on rn about a certain author of a very popular jegulus fic and some homophobic comments? now i have never read mentioned jegulus fic, and therefore cannot comment on any misrepresentation or harmful content within it, but i did see the whole queen joke, and after seeing multiple jokes like that all over twitter the past day, i didn’t view it as homophobic? i’m gay but i’m also very aware that i could be giving credit where credit is NOT due, so is that the homophobic comment people are referring to when talking about deleted things? cause if so i’ve seen about 50 people that need to do some deleting.

anyways, i’m really sorry if this comes off in a bad way, i just wanna make sure i’m reading a situation correctly cause i struggle with that, and i don’t rlly have a clue what’s goin on!

(also i completely get that it’s not ur place to have to educate people on this so if u wanna ignore this and never think about it again, please feel free)

It's okay, I understand only getting bits and pieces of the story so I'll do my best to sum it up for you.

There was a comment made by an author, and while it may not have necessarily meant to be homophobic, I know it did rub many people the wrong way. It was a comment that implied the feminization of gay men, something that can be seen as stereotypical and hurtful to the population.

The problem came more when it was brought up to the author. When someone brings up that something you said may be controversial or hurtful, typically you'd try to apologize and assure that this was not your intention, if it was in fact not your intention. Unfortunately, this author chose to quote themselves instead of acknowledging that the comment could indeed be hurtful. There were no apologies for potentially saying something controversial or the choice to potentially educate themselves on why it may be hurtful. The author chose to avoid the subject altogether.

Of course, this is where the whole thing sort of blew up. Now I feel like if the author had potentially handled the ask differently, maybe felt remorseful or apologized, people wouldn't be so peeved with the situation. Unfortunately, this was not the case. After this, the author decided to delete the comment and post something that wasn't quite an apology, but something saying they got the asks and they weren't impressed for being called out about it.

Now about other people deleting things. I don't follow many blogs, I typically try to keep to my corner of Tumblr and interact with my friends, so I definitely haven't seen everything every single author is saying. This being said, I invite you to, politely, maybe bring it up to an author or blogger who says something that could potentially be harmful. What the person decides to do then is up to them. If they apologize, show remorse, and correct themselves, I feel like that is okay, as long as they make an effort to correct their mistake and not do it again. Now, if they ignore it, get defensive, and try to tell you that it can't be hurtful because they didn't think it was hurtful, then that's different, and then a lot more people typically get involved because there is strength in numbers, and sometimes people need to hear it multiple times before it sticks in their brain. Now if they don't change, unfollow or block them, and tell some people in the same boat to avoid that person if they could be potentially harmful to your friends.

I didn't take your message as rude in any way, don't worry. And I not only responded to this to help you understand, but so that maybe it will come across another person's blog who needs to read this, or needs help understanding.

I hope this clarified things!

[enormous-moose]

I haven't done one of these in a while and I have a lot of new followers so here's the rub. If you don't want to hear Christian bashing then skip the post. I get "not all Christians" "don't judge people" yadda yadda yadda. Whatever. Fair warning you've been warned. If you go farther you can't say I didn't warn you because that's exactly what I did and am continuing to do right here. See. WARNING. Unfollow me I don't give two shits. I am venting about what happened today and I am going to use some harsh ass fucking language! My mood waxes and wanes as the moon. My heart is torn between Fenrir and Tyr and sometimes Fenrir's unbridled rage and aggression towards those who oppress is what speaks to me on an emotional level. I'm not looking for someone to spread my posts I'm not looking for people to agree with my posts. I'm just fucking pissed off at some Bible fuckers and I'm going to get nasty!

With that said. Anyone stayed up until this point let's have some fun!

I tried... Gods help me I tried. But the signs are what do it for me. The assumption that they know what is happening deafens their ears and dulls their minds. Approaching a girl in a parking lot at a planned parenthood who you don't know to tell her she shouldn't commit murder is fucking trash and I hope your God judges you as harshly as you judged her! I hope your God fucking aborts your ass you limp dicked vagina mouthed poor excuse for a fucking skeleton bag!

To All these people who are posting the anti-christian videos because Christians are going nuts again (and fucking Thor on Prozac! one thing you can always count on is a Midwestern Bible wanged nutcase giving you a good show to post.)

I fucking love you!

The Christians in my town are not any different and if I have to continue to drive by that crowd of Jesus ass sniffers every morning I go to work I'm going to lose my shit. "God hates f**s" "hell is real" "repent" oh and my favorite "abortion stops a beating heart." Looks Hitler should have been aborted and you can't tell me every politician doesn't love the fact their mistresses have access to get that regular booty call aborted.

I am pro-Choice! Give the power back to the child bearing individuals whose bodies you claim. If it's not my body it's not my fucking business. If it's not my medical chart I don't give two shits.

I wouldnt want someone stopping me from getting any cancer treatment if I would ever need it. You know some tumors have more function than a fucking aborted fetus. This isn't about the fetus. If it was you'd make adoptions hella cheap, you'd make medical care for the pregnant women fucking free and the cost to give birth to th child would be fucking free, you would give fucking more rights to the fucking mother and take fucking rights away from sexually active men. You would make fucking sure than any time a sperm left a fucking nut it was accounted for because that sperm has more life in it than a fucking egg.

(fuck you and your "God")

Seriously these people have no job other than to harass innocent people seeking medical help and guess what most of them are fucking old white dudes and Karens.

Damn I hate Christians!

I'm not saying curse them... But if you join in my ritual tonight seeking "advice" on these netherspawn Christ pounders i know my gods wouldn't reject your offering.

No on second thought fucking curse their asses! You can't curse them with stupidity that's already accomplished but fucking curse them with a sign that shows the world what they are. Make them known so no one is tricked.

Also genital warts. They really need genital warts.

And syphilis

And may there be no medical treatment facility within reach other than a planned parenthood that can help them.

Ahhhhhh feels so good to get that off my chest. 😌

[trixcuomo]

The Sig Nicious Affair

((Next on Desperate Alt's Lives... Rustic Night Elf Sharpen tries to fix Trixany. Ho boy.))

Trixany: I didn't mean for me losing my Kaja-Cola Girl status to come out this way. What am I gonna do now? I've just been... trying to stay calm and quiet, until the Daily Mail Org drops its final bomb on me by announcing everything to the whole of Azeroth, like one big, giant ker-splosion, my whole life up in flames. And trust me, I did not handle it well, back at HQ. There's bound to be footage. I'm sure my press-on nails are still in President Glim Poprock's grimy little green butt-cheek.

Sharpen: That sounds like a creative injury to get in a Goblin-style corporate office brawl.

Trixany: *smiles slightly* It was one of my better ones. Ugh, now I'm finally done. I don't know where to turn... Usually, I just grab another scandal to stuff the bad news down under something new. But a lot of people have quietly withdrawn their contracts, stopped associating with me. Sharpen... I think. I think I'm socially dead? I mean, it's not a real kind of dead. But. *winces, clutches the front of her shirt over her heart* It still hurts, kinda? *sobs, her little elf voice squeaking* Oh gods, my social life dying is giving me actual, physical pain. How pointless have I become??

Sharpen: *sadly sips his coffee while Trixany gives over to dramatic Blood Elf-style crying* Yeah... We need to get you re-connected.

Trixany: I know! Why don't you lend me one of your used BOY TOYS, Sharpen!

Sharpen: Not Haris Pilton right now. I'm really not.

Trixany: Sorry, when I'm in pain like this I just see her everywhere, in everyone. *spirals back into wild crying* Oh gods, I just insulted my poor, poor Sharpy. He's just a hopeless himbo, it's not his fault.

Sharpen: *sighs at her* Hold on. Hrm. Well, that's not too far off of an idea, you know. *he sits up* Why don't I come up with a way to get you involved with someone that'll knock your rivals' teeth out? Then, they'll have to re-connect with you. That's how it works, correct?

Trixany: You're practically a lumberjack, Sharpen. I don't want to date some she-bear you passed over the last time you visited the watering hole. Not even a cute he-bear. *tears up once more* And bears are so fuzzy and sweet with their big brown eyes. What is wrong with me? Why am I insulting bears now? Ugh...

Sharpen: Yeah, you're bitter. Give me a day or two, then we'll talk again. I'll figure a way to get you hooked up and clear out of your slump for sure. And then you can stop trash-talking everything that breathes.

Trixany: Oh, Sharpen. I don't know, maybe you shouldn't bother. Maybe... Maybe my friends, and Sunthraze of all people, and even Lady Liadrin are right. I admit that it's just possible this vapid lifestyle of mine has come for me in the end. Me chasing something that isn't even real--what is celebrity anyway? What existential pain am I trying to ameliorate by pursuing a fantasy life that could never, ever sate me, fill up my soul, precisely because it is so false? I am a Blood Knight. I serve the Light, an all-loving, humble, selfless power. But I have been so heartless, haven't I? I've only made myself into a walking contradiction at long last. *looks away, dramatic* Oh, don't cry for me! I will repent. I will go now to Light's Hope Chapel and finally make good. What a reckless ride it has been. What scars I've rightfully earned. Good bye, Trixany Cuomo. Me and my stage name had some great times together, but now I know the truth. I shall never again see thee--

Sharpen: Two words. Sig. Nicious.

Trixany: Shut-up.

Sharpen: But that's the good kind of 'shut up' right?

Trixany: I could never, ever date Sig. Not even get near him. You think I haven't low-key tried before? Nobody dates Sig. I mean, he's available, he does date people, but he's the ultimate mysterious band guitarist. Listen, not even Haris ever bagged him. He's far too careful about who he spends his time with. You're talking about catching a tiger in a soda bottle, socially. And, you're in the Alliance, how could you even manage it? Sharpen, you're crazy! Why don't you just let me go and be normal at long last? I'm sure there are lots of people out there who want that. They're unfollowing me right now. That's what social death is, Sharpen. I should go with it, being normal. Give in. *winces* It'll be fine. Tomorrow, I'll blog about how well I enjoy the cherry grog at the Tail and then complain about the price of spikes on the Orgrimmar auction house or something, like every loyal Hordie. Nice, predictable.

Sharpen: Excuse me, my lady. But did you forget that -you- are Trixany Cuomo, and I am an expert hunter? We just need to set Sig Nicious a good enough trap. Let's see...

Trixany: I can't believe some nature-loving Night Elf is about to give me socialite advice. Sharpen, let's quit while we're ahead. Or far, far behind. My whole career may as well be beneath Deepholm.

Sharpen: I know. *snaps fingers* Start a rumor that you're already dating Sig.

Trixany: And then I get sued.

Sharpen: No. Then you hold a press conference with the Org Daily Mail or something to allay the rumors. Throw water on the fire you started. Claim that you're flattered, but then graciously say you've 'honestly never even considered it before, though he does seem nice.'

Trixany: I don't understand. I'm... turning Sig Nicious down before I even meet him?

Sharpen: No, you're not following me. Trixany, he'll rise to the challenge. Come on, trust a man's perspective. A man who's an adventurer like me? Sig's bound to be a thrill-seeker, he's in a rock band. And if it works out, the two of you will be perfect--he performs, so do you. You both live in the spotlight. All the glamorous do's, the nice three-piece suits. We could match. And he has great hair. You know, the height difference isn't so bad either.

Trixany: What height difference, I mean it's not too drastic. We're both Blood Elves? Oh, I see. *eyes him* Look, you need an off-switch for your libido, Sharpen. It was fun when you and I first met, but now you're ruining it.

Sharpen: Right--heh, sorry.

Trixany: But what if he's already dating someone that the world doesn't know about? What if he's not interested?

Sharpen: Trixany. Don't tell me you'd want a guy who isn't interested in you. That's a moot point. But it -will- stick in his craw and if there's any chance you two are genuinely compatible, then it'll be in his nature too. Sig will go for the bait. And what guy wants to be called 'nice'?

Trixany: Well, some guys are just... you know, nice. *green eyes look up, thinking about this* Oh.

Sharpen: Like I said, he'll attempt to prove you wrong.

Trixany: *leans in* This is sinister. This isn't... something I'd expect someone in the Alliance to come up with.

Sharpen: *points, knowingly* And that's why you all lost the Southern Barrens.

Trixany: Damn. Touché.

((oooh this is getting crazy, I'm so excited! LOL))

[sheerioswifties]

Oh wow. I just discovered someone who blocked me for.... inexplicable reasons? And this time all I can say is... not a very wise choice, honey. Your loss. And I really mean that. You confided in me just months ago that you were lonely for friends. I was there for you. Now you may have a bunch of fake friends who follow you because you advertise having a Taylor follow but when the chips are down... they'll dissappear and you'll be alone again. I guess I'm putting this out there to anyone thinking about or still going around just indiscriminately blocking people- take a second and really think about that before you do. Oh, and if you're one of those people, please be advised that you've lost any right to ever complain about Tumblr or your dash being "dead;" if you'd remained friends with the people you blocked or unfollowed, you'd see a ton of activity. So yes, it's very much your loss. Just you wait, you'll see, you'll learn. I honestly feel bad for you. Making friends is hard, and once you do, you don't burn them. You'd think Taylor Swift fans would have that lesson engrained into your heads but... you're all young, maybe lean on that as your excuse. You don't get it yet. But you will. And I'm sorry you're going to have to learn those lessons the hard way.

P.S. I am still here and ready to talk to anyone who wants to, as I've put out there before, I never want to step on toes here so if I've ever done so much as annoyed you beyond playful banter and you didn't like it, please tell me. I'll stop, and I'll apologize. But I need to know, you need to tell me. We are all works in progress, even Taylor talks about that. I want to only be kind and friendly so, help me with that. That's all I ask.