#I know cause I've been doing it for YEARS

[charonyx]

Thank you for the tag Hana! Just getting ready to end a year long internship so I was busy with finalizing some projects, so sorry I respond a bit late, but thanks nevertheless! Avoided Tumblr for a bit cause I knew if I scrolled through I'd get sucked in and procrastinate lol

Anyways!

Currently reading: In the same boat that I've been reading digital books, not many physical English books where I live 😢. Rereading Lord of the Mysteries, a book called Daindreth's Assassin about a girl with a curse that has to obey the command of the one who placed the curse. Aaand also Mockingjay from the Hunger Game's series. Never read the last book, know some bits and pieces but want to know what really happens for myself.

Last song: Golden from KPop Demon Hunters. Mostly been placing the movies soundtrack on loop. Being so high energy really helped me concentrate and getting through my projects so thanksssss KPDH!

Last film: KPop Demon Hunters. The art's great, the music's fantastic and the characters are really expressive! Just had some problems with the story, mainly that the movie definitely would've benefited with a longer screen time to develop a character's relationship with another, but other than that it's a fun film!

Last series: Oh geez, I hardly watch many series since I usually like binging. Uhhh I think it was The Residence on Netflix. A murder mystery mini series placed in the White House. It's a really good series, I loved following the main lead, Cordelia, finding new clues and her attitude towards people trying to obfuscate the truth. Highly recommend if you're into murder mysteries. Oh, I guess donghua's count as a series too, I've also been following Lord of Mysteries, have been loving it so far. Am listening to both the original dub and the English one too. It has a really good English dub, the VA's did an amazing job with the first 2 episodes.

Sweet, savory or spicy? Sweeeeeeeeeet. I like eating savory stuff as a precursor to getting to eat sweet stuff (Ice cream my beloved). I can't handle spice sadly. Maybe like some spicy chips I'm able to eat if it only heats up the mouth. Spicy foods or chili that starts tickling my throat is off the table

Tea or coffee? Tea. My favorite type I tried recently is masala chai. Soooo goooood

Working on? Finishing my internship! Woooo! Other than that some personal fun projects like documenting art of Twst fanart when the game barely came out. Tons of artists that made some art but then stopped have gotten lost through time and I want to archive it with the OG links. Doing the same with Lord of the Mysteries, though that's mostly because people are really bad about giving credit to the artist, they just repost and that really irritates me, so doing that as well. Other than that, I've also been working on remaking Twst into Minecraft. Right now I'm working on RSA and slowly gonna move up the island to NRC. Also, trying to beat a difficult boss that was released in the newest Deltarune chapters. Just gotta get better at dodging and I'll be fiiiiiiine.

Oof, sorry about the wall of text, not concise at all lol

Again, thank you @hanafubukki for the tag! 💚

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for dating Lois Lane

Lois Lane x reader

warnings:

a/n: >:) love to see my template users and i love YOU (also rachel brosnahan is SOOOO FINE WTFFFF)

prompt: @kryptos-cape: “Prompt: Headcanons for what it would be like to date Lois!”

lois the woman you are.......

I MEAN—nvm send tweet

she's soooo no bullshit it makes life so easy

"what do you want to do tonight?" -you

"absolutely nothing. if you try to move me from this couch i will scream" -lois

"oh, okay" -you

is she bad at feelings? a little bit. it's mostly the talking about them. but she uses her reporter superpowers to write you nice little notes and letters :)

you get a lot of "love you <3" sticky notes (and you collect them in a little box)

feeding her sugar addiction just a tad bc you love her

"lois, i brought donuts and coffee!" -you, making a surprise visit at the daily planet "for everyone! well, the cool people, at least"

"y/n, thanks so much—" -jimmy, being shoved out of the way so lois can get first pick

"you're the best, my dear" -lois with a mouthful of donut

*jimmy whining in the corner about how much it hurt when he got shoved*

"jimmy, stop being dramatic. i tapped you lightly" -lois

"it's true, i'm a witness. i'll go on the record" -you

clark was always delighted when you stopped by because it meant lois would be calmer for the rest of the day

perry always teased her when you left bc she can't fight the smile on her face after your visits

"hey, i don't care if y/n stops by so long as they bring me my favorite" -perry, holding his favorite donut

lois will go on hours long rants about her work sometimes, some stories more recurring than others

for a while it was about how clark kept getting superman interviews until she cracked the code (he told her he was superman)

when she's particularly stressed she blasts music and cleans the apartment

you try to distract her by singing and dancing along to whatever high school playlist she put on

u know it's bad if paramore starts playin

but thats when u pick up a random object and sing for her

it usually brings her out of her funk

she loves vibes more than anything. she loves to feel. she does enough thinking and talking and writing for work so to just be able to communicate through actions and vibes is like. her love language

you always point out when she slouches bc you know it's what's hurting her back when she hunches over at her desk

she <3's back massages

jimmy insists on getting "christmas card worthy" pictures of you guys. year round

"hey, this could go on the christmas card!" -jimmy

"what christmas card, jimmy? there's never been a christmas card" -lois

"not with that attitude" -jimmy

you loved having pics of you together though

and lois had to admit she photographs good

"look how good you look! you almost smiled!" -you

"hey! i don't like when jimmy puts me on the spot! at least you ended up looking good in this picture" -lois, deflecting

"i see you have that one picture jimmy took of us last year on your desk" -you

"yeah, yeah, i just like looking at you all day" -lois

"i know you do, i'm what keeps you going!" -you

whenever someone asks lois how you're doing she'll always answer "terrible" or "awful" or "miserable" because she is projecting thinks it's funny

"really? because y/n seemed pretty happy on their instagram story this morning" -clark

"you follow my s/o on instagram?" -lois

"yes? we all do" -clark

"yeah, why is that weird? we're all friends" -jimmy

"because you're my coworkers" -lois

"no, we're your friends!" -cat

"by the way, dinner last night? looked amazing. y/n posted it" -clark

"you know what? you'll need to be friends with y/n so that you'll have a good character witness for me when i get arrested for killing you" -lois

"yeah, 'cause i'll have so much time to interview people after i've been murdered" -clark

"then i'll kill jimmy instead" -lois

"but i have so much to live for" -jimmy, :(

you give jimmy relationship advice

and clark...a big thumbs up

lois and you have date night twice a month and takeout at least 20 nights a month

hey, life gets busy. lois cooking dinner isn't an everyday occasion

when she's really happy she gets really physically affectionate. lots of kisses and hugs, she squeezes your face, she plays with your hair

she always calls you as soon as crazy stuff happens in metropolis

"hey, you didn't get stepped on by a kaiju, did you?" -lois, on the phone

"nope! still three-dimensional. you?" -you

"yay, neither did i. want to watch godzilla tonight?" -lois

"hmmm, it does fit today's theme" -you

taglist: @summersimmerus // @the-did-i-ask // @elmolovesw33d // @redhoodedtoad //

[bookandyarndragonwritesdark]

@gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @nereidof40k @c-u-c-koo-4-40k @sleepyfan-blog @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams

"Absolutely," Rose told him sliding off the bed to follow the Apothecary. "I've already had the pre screening physical and paperwor— um, maybe we should let them get through first?"

From down the hall the a string of creatively vile swearing in English, Gothic and Nostromen hearalded Ultramarine Apothecary Zariel as led a bat winged Night Lord staggering between Karslor and Claude. Rose felt her adrenaline spike hard at the bickering, one of which very chaos effected, Night Lords.

"...fucking get why your dumb ass wants me to talk your dumb yiur fucking idiot self into going loyalist or killing you if I get tossed back to before Istavan! The fuck do you think I am to fucking asinate the Painted Count?! How hard did you fly into those trees!?"

The winged Night Lord stopped in front of the door to gesticulate wildly with four of his six limbs. "By the corpse Emperor's dessicated left ass cheek stop being such fucking idiot! I flew into the damn trees cause the First Captain arived from five years after the fucking Dark Angels killed him! Means the fucker left him behind and killed Shen in a leadership chalange. The bastard took out all three braincells in the entire fucking Legion! Do you know how much less fucked we'd have been in M41 if we had them?!"

"We're the 8th, so pretty damn fucked?" Karslor was too busy doging an expansively flaping wing to notice Zariel and Anir exchangeing a look. Claude however noticed the audience. Both Night Lords failed to notice his attempts to get their attention.

"Yeah, but less than we were and maybe not the damned part!" The winged Night Lord stopped to sniff the air. His voice dropped into a sing song "Somebody's not Warp Blind— oh hi Lullaby!"

Thread Two - Bat, Raven and Astropath in M3

In the operating room, Sevatar was fast asleep, making Rushal smile. Even if it was a terrible sight due to his ruined lips. 'Tell them thank you for me.' He signed, eyeing Lullaby. 'The real problem is when the ghosts start answering him back. They get...insistent.' The massive Raven Guard seemed to be on alert. His dark eyes going between Altani on the table and the sleeping Night Lord. **** Meanwhile, outside the surgery, a young Night Lord scout was hobbling into the clinic. Mirak had taken up skateboarding, which turned out to be quite difficult, if only for the fact he kept breaking the skateboards and hurting himself. You would have to be Rogal Dorn to make a skateboard that could withstand the stunts a Sevatarion would think was a good idea to try. Anybody who knew teenage Jago might find the sight oddly familiar. @bookandyarndragonwritesdark @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @c-u-c-koo-4-40k , have at it, guys.

[ella423]

Liam Mairi x Female Reader

Green Eyes (Part 3)

Summary: A much needed insight into the sugar candied world through your naive boyfriend's eyes....

A/N: I'm sure everyone knows the drill by now, Liam and Y/N are in their second year here, because Liam is very much ALIVE AFTER RESSON. Liam's squad leader, Y/N's his executive officer. This was sooo much fun to write, albeit a little difficult, but I'm glad it turned out the way it did!

Part 2 Part 1

Liam's POV

Y/N doesn't show up for dinner.

The seat next to me remains cold and empty, my girlfriend's absence creating a stark difference in the usual conversation on the table, without her and Ridoc's constant bantering, and atleast someone gagging whenever she and I showed some display of affection.

When I had come down here alone, Rhi had immediately asked where Y/N was. When I only muttered coldly about her being in her room most likely, Ridoc jokingly asked if "mom and dad were having a fight". And then promptly shut up when I glared daggers at him.

No one said a word to me for the rest of dinner, which I quickly got done with so I could go brood in my room in peace.

Do I regret raising my voice at Y/N? Yes, a little. The alarmed look in her eyes, the way she flinched... It broke my heart to see her have that reaction to something I said or did to her, when all I've ever wanted to do was protect her and be her safe space.

But do I regret what I said? My words?

Not one bit.

Y/N was was out of line. Just because Cynthia seems friendly and wants to hang out with me doesn't imply she's trying to seduce me. And this suspicion coming from Y/N? Someone who I love and fully trust, and expect to reciprocate that trust in me? To believe me to be loyal?

The past few years of my life, I've only been met with suspicious eyes and distrust in every word spoken, courtesy of the relic on my arm. All for something I didn’t do, 'treason' I didn't commit.

When it comes from random strangers? Fuck it, I'm not trying to prove anything to anyone. Their opinion of me doesn't matter.

But when it came from a person who knows all my secrets and thoughts and dreams, someone I've laid my heart bare to?

That's where I draw the fucking line.

If Y/N can't trust me or someone I trust, then there's no reason for me to feel bad about this. Or apologize.

Cause I'm not the one in the wrong here.

Y/N doesn't sit next to me in any class.

Earlier, during breakfast, she didn't spare a single glance at me. Her expression impassive, she simply marched into the dining hall, smiled at everyone else on the table, grabbed a piece of toast and headed off to Gods know where. Ridoc looked ready to comment on it, but was prevented from doing so by an elbow to the side from Violet. No one mentioned anything about it after that, and that was fine with me.

But then she continues to ignore my existence altogether during every single class.

The seat next to me is once again cold and empty as she sits sandwiched between Ridoc and Rhi, still pointedly ignoring looking in my direction. She behaves perfectly normal with the others, laughing at Ridoc's jokes, chatting away with Rhiannon, comparing notes with Violet.

And I sit there too. Every class. Staring straight ahead or into my textbook, reminding myself I'm not the one at fault here, and that my hands certainly aren't twitching on my lap when they don't have her soft, light fingers to play with under the table.

By the time it's time for Flight Field, every person in my path seems to think better of crossing me and stears clear. It may or may not have something to do with the frown that's now a permanent crease on my forehead. Or maybe it’s the fists clenched at my side.

The cool breeze and clear blue skies outside, and the prospect of flying in this rare pleasant weather does absolutely nothing to quell the storm inside me. I'm stalking past the dragons of First Wing, when I feel a hand grab my arm from behind me.

For a moment, my heart seems to skips a beat. The frown on my forehead vanishes, and I turn in a flash, ready to drown in a pair of beautiful-

Green eyes.

"Hey, slow down a little!" She smiles up at me, letting out a tiny giggle.

"Oh, uh- hi.. Cynthia" I stutter out, the sudden elation I had felt falling flat on its face.

There's no mistaking the slight disappointment in my tone, even to my own ears, and clearly, Cynthia's noticed something's wrong too, cause her bright smile seems to falter.

And my heart clenches. I had no intentions of upsetting Cynthia. She's the last person I blame for any of this mess, the last person I wanted to hurt right now.

I force the dismayed look off my face, willing my lips to stretch into my usual easy grin.

"What's up?" I ask her, and to my relief, I sound normal, cheerful even.

I see the hesitation on her face, the gears in her head turning. There's no mistaking Cynthia is clever. It's evident in the intelligent gleam in her eyes, and the way she carries herself. And she's certainly realized there's something amiss. But she doesn't comment on it.

Her expression changes back to what it had been earlier, ebullient and bright.

"I was just heading back inside-- we had Flight Field before this, but you know that," she chuckles. "I saw you and thought I'd say hello. We're still on for today's flight lesson, right?"

I quickly nod. "Yeah.. yeah of course, 5pm."

"Well, I won't keep you busy, see you then!" she waves at me, already turning to walk back indoors.

I wave back at her, giving her a tiny wink, before sprinting the rest of the way to Deigh, feeling, surprisingly-

Light.

"Gods, I've never got the left banking turn right before! Like, not even close to it. Liam, you're a miracle worker!"

Cynthia beams up at me, her cheeks flushed from flight, strands of loose blonde hair flying freely around her face in the wind, as we walk back from the Flight Field.

I huff out a laugh, looking ahead at the path. The sky is just starting to turn yellowish, streaks of orange blending with the blue, signs of an impending sunset in another hour or so.

"All you needed was a bit of personal attention to get it right, Cynth." I turn my head to look at her again. "You're more than capable of doing anything you set your mind to."

Cynthia giggles, green eyes glinting as they catch the light.

"You deserve credit too, instructor," she chirps. "But thanks," she says, her tone becoming a little more sober, and there's no mistaking the admiration in her words. "Any praise means a lot coming from you."

I flash her a sideways smile, as we now stroll through the gardens.

A cozy canopy of trees frames the sky above, a faint chirping of birds, and the sweet of smell of flowers surrounding us.

"This place gets so peaceful at this time, doesn't it?" Cynthia murmurs, running her fingers down the bark of a particularly thick peepal tree.

I hum in agreement, slowing down my pace as she continues to linger by the tree.

"I come here sometimes," she says, her fingertips tracing the deep indentations on the bark. "To think, contemplate... or even when I'm feeling a little down. The peace is refreshing."

"I agree," I say. "I used to come down here pretty often last year... almost every evening." I let out a small sigh. "Now, with squad leader duties, and the increased workload for second years.... this is probably the first time in months I'm strolling so idly through this place."

Cynthia leans against the bark, her gaze meeting mine. There's a look in her eyes, something I can’t quite decipher, but it's like she's looking deep into my soul, reading me.

"There's something on your mind, isn't it?" She says knowingly.

A soft silence descends over us, as I look to the ground, not meeting her gaze. Cynthia stays quiet, evidently waiting for my answer.

A humourless laugh finally escapes me, and I shake my head. "Am I that obvious?"

"I know you well enough by now to tell when you're upset," she says simply.

Cynthia slides down the tree, taking a seat on the ground, before stretching her legs out. She pats the spot next to her, beckoning me to come sit next to her.

I contemplate telling her we should head back inside. It's getting darker outside by the minute, and both of us probably have a lot of work to do, and....

And what, exactly? I come up short when I try to think of a reason. Why shouldn't I take a seat next to a friend out here? A friend clearly inviting me to talk, ready to listen to me seriously, which is more than anything I got all day today. I take the seat next to Cynthia, plopping down on the bumpy earth and roots underneath the tree.

Our shoulders brush together lightly. A gentle wind blows, caressing my skin, and the comfortable shade of the tree makes me feel calmer than I have all day.

"Y/N and I... we had a small fight yesterday."

"About what?"

"I- it's... it's nothing. Something silly.... it's just..." I bite my lip. I can't exactly tell her the reason, but revealing a little shouldn't hurt.

"Y/N doesn't trust me fully," I blurt out. "And it... hurts. I've laid my heart bare to her, and the only thing I've ever asked for in return, is trust. Ever since I got this," I wave my marked arm, "I've been treated with suspicion and distrust. While it doesn't bother me as much anymore, it's always nice to feel fully trusted, believed... understood, atleast by my girlfriend..."

A warm weight envelops my marked hand, and I glance down onto my lap, to see Cynthia's tiny palm loosely placed over the back of mine.

I look up to meet her gaze, only to find that she's already looking at me. Her eyes are soft, sober, sympathetic, but also in them, is a look I can't quite place.

"I'm sorry Y/N doesn't trust you," she whispers. "And that you feel this way."

She breathes out, and we're so close to each other that I feel it fanning my face, just the subtlest hint of vanilla in it.

"You know you're wonderful, right? Intelligent, strong, kind, a great leader, always willing to help others, looking out for everyone."

Her hand squeezes mine. "You're an amazing person Liam, and if Y/N can't see that..." she trails off.

A flicker of unease pools low in my stomach. There's no doubting how angry I am at Y/N, but to go this far in criticising her?

No, I had no reason to feel guilty, when I wasn't even doing anything wrong. Is it such a crime to want someone to appreciate you?

Cynthia's green eyes bore into mine, round and unblinking.

"It's blatantly evident to anyone who knows you," she continues.

A beat passes.

"I certainly can see it."

Her fingers slide through mine, so her hand is intertwined with mine.

My lips part in a sharp breath. Cynthia's gaze falls to my mouth, and a barely perceptible small crosses her face.

"And I can tell you feel it too," she whispers.

My mind goes blank as I register what Cynthia just said, but then I'm suddenly not looking into her eyes.

Cause one moment, I'm catching a sharp glint of green, and the next her lips are pressed against mine, soft and insistent, moving with a purpose, her fingers sliding into my hair.

Panic bursts in my chest, flaring through every inch of me at the speed of light.

Without wasting another second, I rip my hand from from hers, and push her away with all my might, my heart racing in my chest. She falls back, quickly catching herself on her hands, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

"What the fuck, Cynthia? I exclaim in horror, scrambling to get to my feet, and then getting as far away from her as possible.

But Cynthia's rapidly getting up too, getting over her intial shock.

"Oh come on Liam!" She exclaims, annoyance laced in her tone as a faint blush colours her cheeks. "You know you want this too!"

I gape at her.

"I have a girlfriend, Cynthia! What in the- I don't know what demented impression you were under-"

"Impression? Liam, you just told me how Y/N doesn't appreciate you and doesn't trust you! Here you have someone who sees you for who you-"

"I love her, Cynthia! So goddamned much! One ridiculous fight isn't going to change that."

She scoffs. "Love her? Liam you haven't stopped any of my advances in all the time we've known each other. You're lying to yourself."

A cold dread begins to settle deep in my bones. "Advances? I..." I run my fingers through my hair roughly, my hand shaking slightly. "Y/N's my whole world, I'd gladly give my life for her. How you thought I'd ever cheat on the love of my life..." I shake my head, guilt raging its way through me. "I don't know what you inferred Cynthia, and if I led you on, I'm sorry, but I only think of you as a friend, and nothing more."

Her face contorts in distaste, and she opens her mouth, ready to retort, but I'm already turning away, running back into the building, to the dorms, to my girlfriend.

Adrenaline burns through my veins, fueling every furious step.

Gods, what have I done?

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[tcifob]

Heath: It’s insane that I only know World Cup finals

Published 30 Jul 2025

Tobin Heath spoke to FIFA about her retirement announcement, winning back-to-back Women's World Cups and scoring in the Canada 2015 final.

Tobin Heath has retired after an illustrious career

USA winger played in three Women's World Cup finals

She recently worked with FIFA during the Club World Cup

The nutmeg was just one weapon in Tobin Heath's attacking arsenal, but she perfected the move so well that she didn't even need to touch the ball to deploy it.

During a warm-up game for USA ahead of the FIFA Women's World Cup France 2019™, Heath bamboozled a New Zealand defender with such an audacious fake that, as she span towards goal, the ball went through her opponent's legs and she casually collected it on the other side.

That moment symbolized the outrageous skills and free-spirited improvisation that was the hallmark of Heath's long and illustrious international career.

In one of her first appearances after breaking into the USA set-up as a college player, with the University of North Carolina in 2008, Heath nutmegged two Canadian defenders in quick succession, which resulted in coach Pia Sundhage jumping out of her seat in sheer delight.

The 37-year-old went on to become one of women's football's most-decorated players, including winning back-to-back FIFA Women's World Cups™ in 2015 and 2019, as well as two Olympic gold medals. After struggling with knee problems over the past three years, however, Heath has had to officially call time on her career.

Now Heath is involved in a multitude of projects, including the successful The RE-CAP Show podcast she hosts with former team-mate Christen Press. She was also part of the Technical Study Group (TSG) at the FIFA Club World Cup 2025™, where she worked alongside Arsene Wenger, Esteban Cambiasso, Aliou Cisse, Gilberto Silva, Jurgen Klinsmann, Roberto Martinez and Pascal Zuberbuhler.

FIFA spoke to Heath about her illustrious career, scoring in the Canada 2015 final and her future plans in the sport.

FIFA: What are your overriding emotions now that you have officially announced your retirement?

Tobin Heath: It's hard to boil it down to one. One of my team-mates sent me a message saying, 'I hope you have peace.' It was funny because I don't know if I necessarily have peace, but I definitely am feeling (lots of emotions) and I guess that's a good start. The reaction to the retirement was actually a bit of a shock to me. I haven't played in three years and I was just overwhelmed and blown away by the reception of it because I would have thought a lot of people would have been like, 'Well, of course she's retired.'

My initial feeling with the announcement was overwhelmed a bit so a lot of my journey over the past three years and acceptance of retirement has been getting to a place where I can feel all of the emotions of happiness, sadness, disappointment, frustration and then a lot of joy and love. So I would say I was very moved by it and I'm still in the process of feeling all of it come to a close.

What was the process over the past three years to try to keep playing and then understanding that your career was over?

I found out a while back that I had a serious knee injury that was going to cause me a lot of trouble moving forward. I've lived with this superpower of believing that I can come back from anything. I was always such a durable player, even coming back from injuries. But there wasn't really anything in my career that I wasn't able to do in winning but also coming back. So I think there was a part of the process that I never really believed that I wouldn't be able to return to the pitch.

Then I went through a couple of surgeries and countless other types of treatments to be able to give myself the best possible chance. Everyone that was on my team that was trying to help me knew long before I did that I wouldn't be able to make it back. So I think that was hard for people to see me trying so hard, but knowing already medically that it wasn't going to be able to happen. Part of that was feeling for the first time very human and that was really tough.

Looking back on your career, what did it mean to you to win the FIFA Women's World Cup in successive tournaments?

I've had a stupid run at World Cups. My first World Cup was in 2011 and we got to the final and lost on penalty kicks. What is so crazy is you don't know that you're going to win two World Cups after that. Getting to the final, there was a lot of pressure on the US national team as that team hadn't won a World Cup since 1999, which was a big gap. So obviously getting so close, you don't know what's ahead of you.

Then going back-to-back in the next two World Cups, it's kind of insane that I literally only know World Cup finals. I've never experienced a World Cup where you're not playing in the final, which is pretty incredible. If we hadn't experienced that in 2011, I don't know what 2015 or 2019 would have looked like. It was also really cool to see how much the sports landscape changed with those wins, both here in the US and also globally. They were such pivotal moments in the growth of women's football and women's sports around the world.

How would you describe the feeling of scoring in a Women's World Cup final?

It's fun because it's the thing you say when you are playing in the streets or with your friends, or even dreaming at night before you go to sleep as a kid... what would be the ultimate dream? Obviously winning a World Cup, but also scoring in a World Cup final. It's one of those very childlike moments where you feel the power of dreaming to be able to do something that was such a childhood, almost surreal, motivation. It's the biggest full-circle moment and also being in the history books is also special as not many players get to play in a World Cup final, let alone score in one.

What did you gain most from your work on the FIFA Technical Study Group during the Club World Cup?

It was fantastic. I knew I was going to be watching and analyzing a lot of football, and I knew the group of experts that I would be with. But I didn't know how much I would enjoy the process of it. It reminded me when I was in camp with the national team where you were eating, breathing, dreaming football. I geek out on football 24/7 and it was so fun to be able to do that with other people who share that same passion and vigor to analyze and dissect and figure out what makes winning teams and where the game is headed.

I loved the group I was with and because all of them come from the men's side of the game... what I really loved was learning and being curious and debating. I left with so many thoughts and ideas, and I was provoked. I feel like what FIFA is doing especially around data, and democratizing it and making it readily available around the world, is incredible and what's coming with what they are doing with this data is remarkable to see.

Finally, what are your plans going forward in the game, including your RE-CAP podcast?

I love building. That is something from being a creative player. I love building around the women's game, it is still so young and impressionable. I love having myself and my peers' voices in and around the game, and leading what we want the culture and environment to represent. Football is a special vehicle to change the world, and I am going to dedicate my life to it. I'm not entirely sure of the specific avenues but I'm not going to let it go, that's for sure.

[albinodino]

The LinkedIn sponsor on Game Changer is not the corporate own you people seem to think it is.

Dropout markets itself as 'ad-free'. I counted this claim twice on their homepage, once in the tab banner and again at the point of payment. When I paid for my dropout subscription, I did it in assurance that I was paying for an 'ad-free' service, as did everyone who pays for Dropout. Even if it's not something you care much about, it is something they promised to you that they have failed to maintain.

Many of us (myself included) are invested in the project of Dropout, a better way to build a subscription service which pays its staff fairly and is honest with its audience. We were fine with the price increase because we believe in what Dropout stands for. They launched a streaming service because they wanted to get away from advertisers, the launch video literally includes the cast booing a sponsor out of frame, and in the 5 year video Sam claims to have 'dropped out of corporate America.'

By taking this sponsorship, they are undermining the project of Dropout. They set out to oppose big streaming services who have constantly lied to and betrayed the trust of their viewers in order to squeeze more money out of them. By compromising their values 'just this once' they are reinforcing that some things are just too hard, that companies just have to do that sometimes! And if they do it once, who's to say they won't do it again? Especially when they see the overwhelmingly positive reactions.

Dropout did not trick, con or 'Robin Hood' LinkedIn into giving Jacob Wysocki a lot of money. Dropout sold off your attention and expected you not to care because you love the person the money is going to. They betrayed your trust and used your goodwill to others to get away with it. You may think it's a stupid sponsor because none of the Dropout audience want to use LinkedIn - it's so out of place that it's comical. The marketing team must be so clueless, bless their hearts! That is a positive sentiment you now hold of LinkedIn. The advertisement worked and it did it by making you think you saw straight through it. I've seen people saying they are going back to LinkedIn 'for Jacob/Sam/Dropout,' that 'the games are kinda fire'. I don't care how much of a joke you think it is, they got you talking about them en masse. They bought your attention and you gave it to them laughing.

The crux of the issue for me is this episode did not need a sponsor. If the prize was too much for them to afford, they could have made it lower. If Dropout is as committed to paying their cast and crew well as they claim to be, why should any of their staff need $100,000? It didn't even make for a particularly satisfying episode, it wasn't for a certain cause, it wasn't something tailored to Jacob, it's just a lot of money.

Dropout aren't the underdogs anymore. Early on, it was nice to see them use their shows to get nice things for their friends. Total Forgiveness aimed to solve a tangible problem in the contestant's real lives, and paid less than $50,000 between 2 people. This episode had no larger plot, no deeper meaning, just a company that is now worth an incredibly large amount of money telling you they're doing good things whilst betraying one of their core principles of being ad-free in order to auction off your attention to the highest bidder and give the money to their friend.

TL;DR: Dropout betrayed their principle of being ad-free and their audience's trust and used your parasocial relationships to get away with it.

Anticipated FAQ under the cut

'So you hate Jacob?' I love Jacob, I hate that Dropout used that to betray my trust.

'Do you know Jacob has been through [bad thing]?' Yes. My investment in an episode shouldn't rely on background knowledge I saw on reddit.

'So people have to flaunt their problems to be deserving of help?' Absolutely not. They could have helped Jacob in private, but they chose to make it entertainment.

'Sponsorships are different to advertisements.' The claim is still misleading and you know that.

'They gave a warning for the sponsor.' Where they practically stated that they are using your altruism to get away with it.

[noxitsnox]

rivals in rhythm - ch. v

jake sim x m!reader

summary: you're forced to talk to jake, wheter you like it or not.

tags:  fluff finally, 8th member reader, accepting feelings, sunghoon is a good bsf

a/n: it took me an embarrassing long time to finish this chapter 🙏🏻🙏🏻 it's just a transitional chapter but the next one (which I hope to publish before the 20th) will be full!

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after days of only seeing him during dance practice, you finally caught heeseung. he was standing in front of the kitchen fridge, an empty glass in his hand.

"what do you think you're doing, heeseung?", it came out angrier than intended, but you didn't even try to apologize. you were angry with him after all. ditching you for jake for so long, it was diabolical, especially since he knew what you felt.

"uhm... drinking water?" heeseung let out a small laugh, the same fake laugh you use when you're unsure of what to say. even now, wearing some sweatpants and a baggy tee, unwashed hair under his beanie, managed to give you tht same enchanting smile that used to get him out of trouble in school.

you sighed. it was impossible dealing with him. "i mean with jake. he's your new best friend now?"

"ah. jake and i were always friends."

just as you opened your mouth to say something heeseung stopped you. "listen, i've been spending more time with jake, but you did the same with sunghoon-"

"sunghoon has nothing to do with this."

"he does since jake has been complaining to me about sunghoon hanging out with you. instead of coming to me, you two should just... don't know, talk to each other maybe." he sounded exasperated, something you could understand- if Jake had really spent all this time complaining to him no wonder heeseung was so mad.

jake had a natural talent for causing problems, you thought as you walked away. "whatever, thanks."

talk to him, heeseung said. talk to him and say what exactly? "hey i know i spent all this years hating you and being mean to you but i actually have a crush on you know so let's get together. oh and also stop keeping my best friend all for yourself, thank you" didn't sound good.

you thought about better things to say, discarding the parts you didn't like. telling him about your crush was a no-go. you weren't a middle school girl, it was just embarrassing. you couldn't just go to him and tell him to stop harrassing heeseung, it was both weird and embarrassing. and apologizing was not even an option- you weren't going to apologize because he had a stick up his ass all the time.

you could let him speak, maybe. it was a better option. or ask him to help you with a routine- even if you weren't sure he could be of any help.

as you walked aimlessly through the dormitories you heard confused whispers getting closer and closer. You almost turned the other way before you realized they were sunghoon and jake.

"i don't get why he does that? i just, i don't know, wish i could understand him."

"jake, just ignore him." his voice was tired, as if he was responding to the same thing for the tenth time.

"but he wasn't like this with you! you can't tell me what to do, with you he acts like a normal human being..." he sounded desperate, about to cry.

part of your heart broke hearing jake so hurt because of something you did. it sounded crazy, but sometimes you forgot other people had feelings too. for the first time, you cared that he was hurt and you didn't like it. you almost wanted to change, be kinder. you only needed an occasion to know if it was real.

you entered the room pretending you didn't hear anything. jake was sitting on the couch armrest with his feet placed on the seat, right next to sunghoon. "oh, hi sunghoon... and jake too." you started this new jorney of kindness by greeting him. something small, insignificant but that you would'e never done just a few days ago. you hated how shocked he looked. "what are you two up to?"

sunghoon looked at you, a raised eyebrow, inquisitive and curious. he shook his head and shrugged, in silence. it was jake who talked. "n-not much, just chillin'. we're gonna head to the gym later today." light was hitting his face just right. dark hair curled fell on his forhead, making him look like a vintage doll. you were just now realizing how handsome jake actually was.

"oh cool", you were tried to keep your voice as neutral as possible. "can i join you guys?"

---

for you, it was more of a mind work out than a body work out. you wanted to get used to be gentle to jake, treat him better. you offered to spot him, you always let him go first on the equipment if you both wanted to use the same one.

sunghoon did his things without interrupting, looked at you two few times. he probably understood what you were trying to do. he understood but was unsure- it was completely different from how he acted the last time you were together but you couldn't blame him, not after he learned everything his best friend went through.

you finished your work out when jake was on his last set on the chest press. you couldn't help but stare at the way his grey t-shirt wet in sweat sticked to his body. jake was way more muscular than one could expect, usually he hid under baggy t-shirts and jeans, making you forget just how toned his body was. maybe it was his face too, his features were delicate, something that clashed with a physique like his but at the same time made it impossible to take your eyes off him.

"why so suddenly?" sunghoon's voice brought you out of your trance. he didn't sound mad, but he didn't sound happy either. his eyebrows curled over his eyes, giving him an almost menacing look. you didn't respond, you only gave him a confused look. "why are you nice to jake all of a sudden?"

oh, of course he wanted to know. you couldn't tell him the real reason why you wanted to treat jake better, he had no business knowing. "oh just... spring brings change." you said before walking away to the changing rooms, ignoring the fact it was definetely not spring at all.

@exactlyinfp @rairaiblog-blog @nootnootpinguuu @gnusihcom @scary-things-blog @naelvze @yourmaple17 @strayy-kidz @nightshadelover12

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

The Amazons of myth were made up by misogynists. Their stories are misogynistic, the idea of their culture is misogynistic. And it's just as misogynistic as the modern issues with Wonder Woman.

"Women can be just as bad as men!" Is not in any way helpful or inventive.

Wonder Woman was not created in any way to improve the myth of the amazons, or sanitize it. It served as a jumping off point because people would recognize the names used from Greek mythology. That's it. Not a retelling.

Also don't know where you're getting the idea that her greatest accomplishment was having a kid? Unless you've just read the current run, and only that, no other writer has treated her like this.

Themyscira is supposed to be a feminist utopia. When people try to change that, they do nothing but strip Wonder Woman and the Amazons of any sort of character or unique stories.

Wonder Woman has had a misogyny problem for years, but making her a violent, man hater, (unless there's a reason) kill on sight person is not going to improve it. That's also a misogynistic trope and has existed for years.

If you want edgier, violent amazons, push that agenda onto the Bana-mighdall. It would make sense for them at least.

You don't seem like you've read much of Wonder Woman. Or understand why she was created in the first place

She was created, partly as war propaganda.

She also had the intention of helping empower young girls. Don't forget the fact OG writer guy looked at his very amazing badass partners who make him submit and was like ohhh shit.

I 15 asks ago, tried harder to understand the perspective, and even was kind of willing to change my own.

I never have the intention of fucking up a character or whatever.

I just liked the Amazonians in the myths.

But truthfully at this point, I care so fucking little.

This is literally tumblr, I at least 20 minutes ago, full on, saw a full frontal view of Batman getting railed by Superman. It was impeccable fanart.

My kind of want for a more myth accurate wonder woman doesn't fucking matter.

I'm not running DC if I was Nightwing and Starfire would be married, the Joker would be dead, and I'd give Damian a new pet.

I don't actually think wonder woman was created to sanitize anything that would be giving way too much credit to people.

My only point was that I hate what DC did with the Myths.

It's also a very common critique that wonder woman has been affected by misogynistic writing. Like Robin has traffic lights and DC has a male ego problem.

But again, I did not even want to end up in this fucking discussion, cause it was never that fucking serious.

I just was trying to write about Greek fire and cults.

Instead, I have actual distain for an entire superhero now and her fans.

Hell this is fandom, why are you acting like I'm about to write the newest fucking addition of Wonder Woman?

All I said was the Amazonian in myths are objectively cool because they're kind of horrible people. Wonder woman is a hero in a modern age so of course she's not as horrible as them. It would be interesting if she was written like an Amazonian of old. And I think we should dress Diana in a suit that is like the armor of old.

But this is my last thing about Wonder Woman.

Any ask about wonder woman will be deleted and I will not be responding I'm debating shutting off asks.

Between the absurd amount of Stephanie Brown hate stuff I am still getting, this wonder woman thing and also the weird hate asks I get for saying people should respect, fandom opinion, sometimes very much over this bullshit. And the ones that told me to kill myself in more words because I don't understand woman wonder I'm no longer interested in ever trying to.

Say what you will about the batfandom they are not half as fucking annoying.

Anytime I've ever shit on my fellow Tim fans I'm apologizing.



[blushingsastiel]

inspired by that one episode of 'good luck charlie' (season 1, episode 5). this could be considered crack? but also just fluff/funny vibes. no real plot.

//

Alec needs a plan. He needs a plan right now.

He's failing a class at Beacon Hills, which is like so not the way he wants his last year at high school to be going but oh well, and there's a 'meet the teachers!' coming up very, very soon.

Like in an hour soon.

Not only does it bring up memories that he doesn't have any parents to actually take him (he tries not to think about it too much or he will start crying and never stop. Stupid fucking hunters), but he knows that Liam and Theo will take the place as his guardians.

The problem is two-fold. First, he knows that Theo will be disappointed that he's failing a class, and he hates the disappointed face Theo gives him. Second, he's been using... a very specific excuse to tell his teacher as to why he's too distracted to properly do his assignments.

The excuse he's been using is that his "parents" are fighting at home. A lot. And it depresses him enough to be space-y during class and get bad grades.

Has he mentioned the class he's failing is a baking class?

Yeah, so he tells his teacher that every time he burns a dessert or does anything to fuck it up, it's because he can't stop thinking about how his guardians are fighting and it makes him sad.

Alec also throws in a pout or two every so often to really seal in the deal.

Funny thing is that it actually works.

Ms. Duncan eats it up every time.

It's been a literal gold mine for him to get extensions on assignments even though nothing can help him be a better baker.

Either way, the plan hinges on his teacher buying his lie of Liam and Theo fighting.

But Theo and Liam don't fight.

Sure, they have arguments that last a few hours and sometimes days but it doesn't actually affect Alec. Also, it's not the kind of fights where Alec has to worry that Liam and Theo are going to break up anytime soon, which is what he's been implying to his teacher.

His teacher is expecting to see Liam and Theo fighting.

Hmm, and he's going to deliver on that.

"So, are you ready for meet the teachers tonight, Alec?" Liam asks as he finishes up putting away the groceries in the fridge.

Alec tries to reign in his heartbeat to not let Liam know about why he's so nervous. He takes in deep breaths before answering. "Um, yeah I guess. You guys really don't have to go though."

This catches Liam off guard, who turns around to stare at Alec with a single eyebrow lifted. "Of course we're going. We really wouldn't miss it. It's your last year!"

Well, he tried!

Now, he's got to get his plan in action.

"I honestly appreciate you guys going. Especially considering..." he isn't faking it when his eyes glisten with tears. He tries to steer the topic away from that. "Well, anyways. Is that what you're wearing?"

Alec gestures to the jacket Liam's wearing. The one he's gotten from his job. It's has the logo of the school where's he's been assigned to be a long-term sub on the left side of the jacket.

The older beta glances down at the logo and frowns. "Yeah. Is that a problem?"

The high school senior shrugs. "Well, it's not a problem for me, but I've heard Theo say some things."

This causes Liam to frown even more. He looks honestly confused and actually a little angry.

Perfect.

Alec evil laughs in his head and hopes he's not actually grinning outside of his head.

"What has Theo said about it exactly?"

"I don't want to get him in trouble... but he said you talk too much about your job," Alec winces at the end to pretend to be sympathetic.

He's actually never heard Theo say that. In fact, Alec has heard Theo talk about how proud he is of Liam for juggling classes and his job.

The beta growls. "I do not talk about my job too much! It's just hard being a teacher!"

The more Liam talks, the more frustrated he's getting. The smell of Liam's chemosignals were starting to suffocate the kitchen, and Alec has to stop breathing through his nose.

"I'm not gonna change. Let's see what Theo has to say about that!" Liam stalks off toward the bathroom and slams the door behind him.

Perfect, perfect, perfect!

All going according to plan.

Now, just one more piece of the puzzle.

Theo.

Alec tiptoes towards Liam's and Theo's shared bedroom and knocks on the door. He waits until Theo calls for him to enter to step into the room.

When he enters the room, he sees Theo putting on the finishing touches of his outfit. He sprays cologne on his neck and body before turning to Alec with a small smile.

"I heard Liam slam the door. Is everything okay with him?"

"Oh yeah, he's completely fine," Alec dismisses the question quickly.

The werewolf sniffs the air around him and hums. "Is that a new cologne you're wearing?"

Theo smirks and nods. "It smells good, doesn't it? I've only worn it a few times."

"Ohhh, that's the cologne Liam talks about sometimes."

He can tell it irks Theo when he doesn't go on to explain what Liam has said about this new cologne. It doesn't surprise Alec when Theo glares at him until he starts to talk. "Well, I don't want to get Liam in trouble..."

"Spill. Now," Theo demands and Alec knows he has the other hooked.

With a frown on his face and looking down to the floor, Alec hesitates, "He might have said that the smell of it makes him gag."

"What the fuck," the chimera seethes. "He said that?"

"Don't shoot the messenger," Alec throws his hands up in mock surrender.

Theo turns back around and grabs his cologne and furiously sprits more of it onto himself. "Let's see how much he gags tonight."

(That is definitely not what Liam wants to gag on tonight.)

Getting to the school was... tense. Theo drove the three of them in his truck and never looked away from the road. Not even to spare a glance at either Liam or Alec.

The beta wasn't doing much better, either.

Liam was glaring at the passenger window, arms crossed and a slight pout on his face that was filled with anger. His brows were furrowed, and Alec didn't need to even scent the air to smell what Liam was feeling, knowing it was anger and hurt.

He should be feeling bad, but Alec had more pressing issues.

The two men still weren't looking at each other at school. They weren't even holding hands, which was something they did whenever they were out in public.

It was odd to see.

Okay, maybe Alec was starting to feel bad. Maybe.

There's no other choice than powering onward, though.

When they got to Ms. Duncan's classroom, Alec felt himself sweat. He really hopes Liam and Theo are too engrossed with being mad at the other to pay attention to Alec.

Ms. Duncan comes up to the trio and smiles with a grimace, probably because she could tell from the body language that Alec's guardians were fighting again like he said they always did. She held her hands together and started to speak softly. "Hello, I'm Ms. Duncan, and I'm Alec's teacher for his baking class."

Theo nods with rapt attention. "Nice to meet you. So, how is Alec doing in your class?"

Ms. Duncan nods solemnly, a frown taking over her face. "Well... with the situation that Alec has informed me of, I'm afraid—"

Fuck, no. Alec cannot let Theo and Liam hear he's failing some assignments. Fuck, no.

But what could he do?

"Does anyone smell that?" Alec asks, all innocent.

Liam sniffs the air and grimaces, but all Theo does is scoff and cross his arms across his chest. His tone is not at all nice when he says, "I don't know. Should we open some windows to air out the room, Liam?"

The chimera turns to Liam to glare at him, his green eyes not holding his usual fond expression for his boyfriend.

The beta looks at Theo incredulously, a bit shocked at the harsh and annoyed tone Theo has for him. "What are we supposed to be airing out? I don't even smell anything wrong."

"Oh, nothing smells wrong to you? Could've fooled me," Theo snarks back.

Alec's teacher looks back and forth between Liam and Theo, trying to assess how serious their petty argument was.

Ms. Duncan, bless her heart, tries to start the conversation again, "As I was saying—"

The young beta cuts her off again. This time with a different topic. "Ms. Duncan, did you know that Liam is a teacher?"

His baking teacher's eyes widen in surprised as she takes in this new information. "Oh, really? What subject do you teach?"

Liam smiles, looking a little pink as if he was embarrassed to be talking about his job. "Well, I'm not technically a teacher. I'm a full-time substitute at the moment. Um, I actually teach..."

The beta winds down the more he goes on. Liam's eyebrows furrow and there's a glare in his eyes as he takes a quick look at Theo (who has a little grin like he can't help but be proud of Liam) before bringing his attention back to Ms. Duncan.

"Sorry, I should stop talking. Someone thinks I talk too much about my job."

"Who said that?" Theo asks.

"Um, you did," Liam snaps.

"No, I didn't!"

"You did, too!"

"Who the fuck said I did?"

Ms. Duncan lifts her hands and step in between the two men, "Please, quiet down! This is not the time or place to be having this discussion. Isn't it bad enough that Alec has to hear this at home? He comes into class everyday, distracted because of you two!"

Hmm, this is not going in the right direction like Alec hoped for.

The beta and chimera instantly shut up. Theo is the first one to speak again, "Ms. Duncan, Liam and I don't fight at home. At least, not that often," the chimera speaks slowly.

"But, Alec said..." Ms. Duncan doesn't finish her sentence before Theo is rounding on Alec, eyes narrowed.

Oops, Theo has definitely caught on.

"Alec."

Not good. Not good!

"Okay, okay!" Alec sighs and grinds the tip of shoe into the ground, suddenly nervous. "I might have told Ms. Duncan you guys fight a lot because... because I suck at baking! I'm failing!"

"Alec!"

"Not a bad plan, kid."

Liam swats Theo with a harsh smack against his arm. "Don't encourage him!"

"But I'm telling the truth!"

Alec kinda, most definitely regrets his plan. He got busted in end and has to redo all his assignments that he failed at in the next week. If he doesn't, Ms. Duncan made it clear that Alec will definitely fail her class, and she won't fall for anymore of his tricks.

He got so close, too, before his plan was ruined!

(Later that night, after grounding Alec and getting ready for bed, Theo brings up the topic about his cologne with less confidence than he probably should to Liam.

They're laying down on their bed, Theo facing away from Liam, before turning around to look Liam in the eyes.

The beta is awake, and Theo can't help but admire how soft and sleepy Liam looks. He looks a little exhausted, the stress of Alec's little scheme catching up to him. The beta's hair is lightly damp, but when Theo runs his fingers through it, the strands are silky. Liam nuzzles into the touch and hums.

"Do you like my new cologne?"

Liam opens his tired eyes. "I actually love it," the beta takes Theo's wrist into his hand and turns it until his wrist is close to Liam's mouth. The beta presses a small kiss to the delicate skin. "I always like the way you smell."

Theo blushes at the response and shifts closer to Liam. "You do?"

"I do."

There's a slight pause, the two of them staring at each. Theo's wrist is still in Liam's hand.

"Do you really think I talk too much about my job?"

"Of course not. I've never said that. I'm actually so proud of you." The corners of Theo's eyes crinkle when he catches Liam blushing at the praise.

Without having to say anything, the two of them shuffle closer and closer until Theo is resting his head on Liam's chest, arm thrown over the beta's waist. Liam brings his own arm to wrap it around Theo, fully intent on trying to fuse their bodies together.

"That brat almost got us."

Theo hums thoughtfully. "He learned from the best."

He can't help it, but Liam chuckles at Theo's response. "Yeah, he did."

They fall asleep to the quiet thumpthumpthump of each other's hearts.)

[loganficsonly]

Hi! <3 Seeing you're a Logan Connoisseur 😘🥰 I thought you'd be great to ask ... I've always been an Infinity Saga fan and only recently have I really been diving into the world of X-men (and Logan) so my knowledge of him is not a lot, but I know of him from the trilogy and comic-books - so I was wondering, what/who is "worst!logan" and "oldman!logan" or like if you have or know of a post that explains the differences. Cause I've seen those terms used a lot on here lately and have no idea where they are from lol (feel free to ignore but thanks if you do! 🤍)

Hi anon! This ask actually got me a little excited LOL I will gladly answer this to the best of my abilities 💕💕

The “versions of Logan” is a unique thing, I think, because over 20-something years, one actor has played the character across multiple movies.

You might say, “well, Iron Man is played by the same guy across multiple movies for 10+ years”.

And you’d be right, except unlike Iron Man, the Logan in these movies are portrayed so differently that the fandom finds a need to indicate which Logan they’re referring to.

I'm also quite new to the Logan fanbase, but here’s how I understand it. You’ll note that these are all movie!Logans and not the comic books, which I can’t speak for.

Trilogy!Logan refers to the portrayal of Logan throughout the original X-Men trilogy. I call these three movies X1, X2, and X3, but they all have proper titles. This is the first time we see a live action Wolverine on the big screen!

Origins!Logan is the Logan we see in X-Men Origins: Wolverine. In my books, he’s softer than Trilogy!Logan, given that we see him almost living in domesticity for a part of the movie.

Ronin!Logan or Mountain Man!Logan is from The Wolverine. I see him as depressed (especially Mountain Man) and kind of fed up with shit, except of course deep down he still cares LOL

Old Man!Logan refers to the Logan we see in the 2017 movie Logan, which is honestly such a god-tier portrayal. I genuinely don’t know if I can watch this movie again because it’d rip me into pieces 😭😭😭

Worst!Logan is specifically the Logan in Deadpool and Wolverine, seeing that he is supposedly the worst Logan variant of all the multiverse.

Hopefully I’m not just spewing a bunch of misinformation LOL but TLDR; they’re just different versions of Logan from whatever movie/media.

[melinoestale]

I used to despise a few lovely gods because of a toxic relationship (happy ending, yay)

I just realised something about my religious journey that I wasn't aware of and definitely wasn't expecting to happen now. This is a trauma recovery journey for me, I'm about to open my heart here, so please be nice!

I started to worship the gods five years ago, but it took me time to build proper kharis and have the ability to communicate with them. The moment I started to get their messages back, I decided to join a community of pagan Spanish speakers.

I fell in love with a girl there, who said she also worshipped the theoi and other entities, which is totally fine. My relationship with my gods began to change the moment we became friends and even more when we started dating. She didn't believe in devotion, she began to tell me she was being attacked by some gods and that led me to see and treat the gods differently.

I truly believed some gods like Apollo or Zeus were the enemy just because of her. That's extremely disappointing to me, extremely sad too. I am so so so so sorry for believing in her to the point of allowing being pushed around towards the edge of my own religion.

We were together for two years and I ended up despising other gods like Hermes, but not as much as I despised myself. I broke up with her two years ago, best decision ever. The gods were actually warning me for a while, but I decided to ignore them on the matter because I was so manipulated at that point that I believed they were trying to hurt me. I'm talking about my closest ones like Melinoe or Persephone! My ex had "beef" with them both, specially with Melinoe because she said she had a lot of nightmares when we fought lol (thanks, Melinoe).

After the break up I ended up in therapy and taking antidepressants, hating myself and with a few mental disorders. I'm totally fine now thanks to my therapist :')

My relationship with the gods changed drastically after coming back home (I was stupid enough to move 2.5k km away from my family to be with her). I didn't pray, I didn't do offerings, I couldn't connect with the gods and I almost lost my faith for real. Until summer last year, so I spent like 9 months losing my faith.

Melinoe called me and when I say this I don't mean it like "I'm the chosen one, she loves me a lot, I am the best Melinoe worshiper in the world", no. I have a really strong kharis with her, my main practice dances around her as I'm a medium and I'm dedicating my life to death.

So she called me and she was like "girl, get up, it's time to work". I wasn't expecting her to come as I was pretty lost in life at that point, but I needed it so much. I was basically healed from some trauma caused by the relationship with my ex (such as my ED btw), so it was time to heal the religious ones!

The start was slow and there was a faith test that is so funny that I'll talk about it later but just so you know: I lost a plane in the middle of Belgium and I ended up in Paris for a night. That was the first time I prayed since I had lost my faith and it worked!

Melinoe and I started to work again daily and it was great! After that, I've been healing my relationship with other gods such as Hermes, Apollo and Persephone (my ex called her childish and threw dirt at her, so I doubt at that point too and could talk about the Queen in front of her). But my biggest issue was with Zeus :/

I have nothing against him, but my ex claimed he attacked her almost every night for two years (I was stupid to believe in her). But these past few DAYS when I think about him, I don't feel anger or disgust like I used to. I see him as he is now, finally.

I am healed from my religious trauma.

That was the last thing I couldn't make peace with, but now I feel calm around the idea of Zeus existence. It's so weird to say it and so weird that I was disgusted by him when he hasn't done anything to me. This is also a public apology to Lord Zeus!!! I know he's not mad at me because they really don't care about things like this, but anyway I feel so bad that I need to apologise :')

I'm sorry, king Zeus for all the disrespect, for the bad words, for supporting systematic the unkind comments of my ex girlfriend towards you and for not being able to see the reality. I'm truly sorry from the bottom of my heart.

I'm so happy right now after the realisation that I needed to share it and encourage people to heal from religious trauma <3

Thanks for reading, in case you've read it this far. Have a wonderful day, may the gods bless you! 🤍

[tvmagicqueer]

Yesterday I was making dinner and listening to stories about cults, cause I frequently listen to podcasts while cooking or doing chores.

I've always found it a bit frightening how an individual can have a concrete personality and resolute set of ideals, but then be wholly influenced into becoming a different person.

There used to be this perception that cults only preyed on the less intelligent and emotionally vulnerable. But history has proven that smart people and the seemingly well-adjusted are just as suseptible.

And I'm thinking about this, and a name floats up from the back of my mind. Someone I knew in junior high, and hadn't thought about in years.

All through middle school I was friends with this kid named George. And in my memory, George was distinctly a metal guy. Denim jackets or vests with patches, over his many metal band tees. During lunch or break, we used to go out onto the baseball field and talk and draw pentagrams in the dirt. For no dark or ungodly reason, just us being goofy kids.

And despite what you might think about someone like that, George was a nice, funny, generally polite boy. He was intelligent, and contemplative. I liked him.

So when middle school ended and we entered the same high school, he was one of the people I was eager to see again after the summer. But to my surprise, he was different.

George was now a born again Christian. He was this whole other person. And suddenly, everything we had in common before was wrong. All the metal bands he loved were evil. My grunge and alternative bands were evil. The Cure? Little Robert Smith? Evil?

And very quickly we stopped hanging out. And I used to think, "That sucks, George drank the Kool-Aid." In my mind, there was a degree of choice in who he became.

That's how I used to think. But it's literally been decades since then. And I understand now it assuredly wasn't his choice. We were like fourteen. We were kids.

And I don't think anyone that young has any bit of agency in changing themselves so drastically and quickly. In the span of two and a half months. I think he was indoctrinated. He was brain washed.

I know nothing about George today, or how his life turned out. He could be perfectly happy as a Christian.

But it's the thought that someone... A parent or church leader. I don't know. Someone took a bright and free thinking individual, and squashed him down. And that makes me sad, even now.

[femme-plant-mom]

@k1k00sss requested:

11 for Nico: "Inertia" by AJR

Oh boy, I was hoping I'd get to talk about this song! First of all, I love AJR for Nico. I think they have a really fun blend of pop and alt-rock that I just see him vibing with. And then this song is all about being stuck, but still trying to move, but also not being sure how to, I guess?? Anyway, it opens with "I've worn the same skinny jeans / Since I was 15; it's probably nothing", and it just makes me think about Nico's limited clothing for years and probably being stuck at a small size due to everything that happened to him. And the chorus is really interesting for a HOO Nico with, "I'm an object in motion, I've lost all emotion / My two legs are broken, but look at me dance / An object in motion, don't ask where I'm going / 'Cause where I am going is right where I am" because I think in many ways he comes across as just sort of riding through it all during those books. He does what he needs to in order to save Hazel, help the Seven, obey his father, but he doesn't really have his own trajectory anymore, doesn't care to make it, doesn't see a point if he isn't going to live long enough to see it fulfilled, and he very much assumes he's going to die young. And yet!! He does so much good for people, contributes to the saving of the world in some of the most important ways in the story—the dancing. And then there are some more literal lines that make me think of him like "But I'm fucking hungry, and screw you, I'm trying," "So why am I so tiny, and why am I so mad?", and "I'm stuck in this life, and I'm stuck in these pants," back to the skinny jeans of the beginning of the song. And I think it's interesting to see Nico as this constantly moving person as soon as Bianca is gone, but he is still tethered in some ways and places, even if he doesn't know what to do with that. He can never truly escape Camp Half-Blood or Camp Jupiter or Tartarus or the Underworld or the years spent alone (or Venice, even, I would argue), not really, so he has to live with that and figure out how to navigate it while he figures out what he wants for the future he didn't realize he would have. Inertia.

77 for Will: "Heaven's Gate" by Amélie Farren

The lyrics in this one are just, ugh, Will all over. Opening right with the lines, "'Cause playing god is funny 'til you have to choose who's dying first / I became the thing I feared, taking their lives in my hand / My innocence had consequences that I still don't understand" because he's out here having to make life or death decisions at a crazy young age. Sure, he has the power to save lives, but have you met a thirteen-year-old?? They shouldn't have to be responsible for that! And yet he is, and he learns just how serious it is so young. And then "my immortal evolutionary traits are still intact" is just such a good line for a demigod! "So, in '97, I gave up my future / I'd been raised to reject my human nature / in the hopes that I'd be praised" just works for him so well because ultimately what he's been taught is useful about him is his healing ability, which he gets from his godly side; it's not a human trait. Followed immediately by "I thought SOS meant 'save our souls' / Instead, it meant jack shit / 'Cause nobody came to help me when I told myself I'd quit", which just feels like the experiences he must have had in the suddenly empty infirmary, overworked and with no one older to take over. "I'll follow 'til I fly or 'til I'm dead" just reminds me of how he really has no choice but to keep working because, if he doesn't, others will die, so he just has to hope he'll make it and "fly", so to speak. And I feel like the plight of a demigod is really encapsulated in "so I'd hope for liberation, but that isn't what we teach" because even once someone leaves Camp, they aren't free of the monsters. There's also a biblicalness to the line preceeding it, talking of a "promised paradise" which I feel like (as a Southern gay myself) I see as recognition of the weird space he lives in where he knows he's going to the Underworld one day, and maybe he gets Elysium, but it doesn't look like the paradise he was told about by his Texas family. And then we end with, "They could tell me fucking nonsense with the knowledge I'd obey," which I love for Will because it gets his anger as well as his helplessness. Like, what else is he going to do but obey? He can't reject helping others—not really, not entirely. And the gods are not good, we know this (not necessarily bad, either, but Greek Gods are very much aligned with human nature and its fallacies), so he just has to trust that what he's told will help the world in the end.

Okay, my “Will Solace” and “Nico di Angelo” playlists both now have at least 101 songs each. Send me a number and a playlist name or “both”, and I’ll tell you which song is at that number and why I put it on the playlist!

[imwritesometimes]

what a good day to remind everyone if you thought the tiktok stunt was gross and despicable and chilling, the only way to put your money where your mouth is is to terminate your fucking account

[destinysquared]

Fun fact, I know how to use mannnny different art programs. Most of my stuff is done in Clip studio (which is my main), others in Art Studio Pro, Procreate, Infinity Painter, Photoshop Elements, etc. THE only issue with this is that sometimes I forget which canvas was in which program XD either way, here's some COLOR previews which I rarely show. THe point I'm making however is that these three pics are in three different art programs and i totally forgot til now lol

[nicolas-espinoza]

nic was the quiet in every storm, the kind of man who let his actions speak louder than his words. he preferred showing up for someone, proving himself worthy of their time. with ellie, he wanted to fill every void with action and words alike, because she'd done the same for him, even times he hadn't deserved it. "then you know what ya have to do," he countered in a gentle, yet certain tone. if her father wanted to plant seeds of doubt, she had to avoid tending to them, ensuring that they wouldn't ever have a chance to grow into something substantial.

he knew the redhead to be strong, stubborn too. it was something he'd always loved about her, even before he'd gotten to know the rest of her. nostalgia washed over him in the quiet that settled between them — memories of their younger selves filling his head and causing his heart to thrum a little harder beneath his ribs.

he often thought about it, about her, and how she'd been the thing to ground him to coyote valley all those years ago. he thought about how easily it would've been to keep running or how every person he knew was on account of her giving him a reason to stay. more so, her being his reason to stay.

tamed laughter ghosted off his tongue as he nodded, accepting the newly paved terms. "i think that would work." he'd break the news to his garage band buddy with a six pack and promises, one holding more weight than the other. her offer made him smile wider and he clocked it for what it was. it was effort, it was kindness. it was everything he wasn't certain he deserved, but wanted to take. "as long as it has a radio, or we can get one, i think it'll be alright. and chairs," he added, as if it were a last minute thought.

pride radiated off the carpenter, his work feeling meaningful, even if others didn't see it that way. he knew that ellie would though, she always had. "i'd do it even if they didn't offer me anything." it was the least he could do for a community that had welcomed him, had given him a second chance.

"if you do, i'll make sure to keep your head above water." it was half-offer, half-teasing, but he cleared his throat and spoke again. "we could shower if that's better? i've got clean sheets callin' your name." most people liked fresh linen, liked the way their detergent clung to the material of their sheets and blankets, but nic preferred them stained in the scent of her perfume. "then we gotta fill it back up, el. what can i do? how can i help right now?"

The reassurances he'd offered were accepted quietly, with a gentle nod of her head and a soft smile curving her lips. Sometimes she felt she talked too much, especially with him, so she gave him some of that peace and quiet in return. Nic's words were one thing, it was also the knowledge in their history that he'd long stood beside her through anything that had the warmth spreading through her chest. Eliana had never been more grateful for another person in her life.

"That's exactly what he wants." The redhead's eyes snatched his gaze quickly, maybe a little too sharply because Nic had hit the point. "All he has to do is plant enough doubt and who knows what could unravel." Eliana's only hope was that people weren't foolish enough to fall for it. Hadn't it been talked about in court many times over what clever manipulator he was?

Even though she'd been living in The Meadow for a year now she was still getting acquainted with her neighbors. It wasn't quite the same as when she'd lived in Southside. That was an old fashioned neighborhood with a much stronger sense of community. Maybe it'd been why she's stayed so long. The streets were clean and beautiful and the dated houses had a quaintness to them, perhaps even an image of a time gone by, but you knew everyone in every house surrounding you. There was a wonderful security in that.

"Poor Max," she said with a growing grin, "we'll have to stop at The Siren occasionally to ease his separation anxiety." And maybe Nic's as well. She felt he was maybe being strong but when you were fond of someone and had routines, it was difficult to step away. "We can always hang out in my garage," the redhead offered, "there's not as much in it so you guys might get bored." What was with men and garages?

When he began talking about the crates it felt like the most words he'd put together in a longtime so she sat and listened uninterrupted. It was easy to tell it was something Nic loved dearly. He truly opened up and Ellie was happy to listen. "That's really nice," she finally commented, "a benefit on all sides."

A small smile formed at the color tinting his cheeks, making him flush a little. "I might fall asleep in there," she lightly warned, her eyes moving from him to the food, "all this pasta, bread, and wine..." Not to mention the mental and emotional fatigue. A soak would probably do her some good, though. Eliana nodded slowly at his words, even she had to accept sometimes that she couldn't expect more from herself than she could give. "Can't give water if the well is dry."