#would be fucked up if i was attacted to them because then i would have to get rid of the handmade ace aro flag patch on my jacket 👎

[blackeyed-daisy]

computer. hey computer. can you tell me if I like looking at butches because I secretly want them carnally despite throwing up at the idea of being perceived sexually by anyone else myself or if I like looking at butches because I get a weird sense of gender envy or whatever from masculine women in particular

[ct-hardcase]

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Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

At this point, enough characters are dying and/or in "yet to be unknown" situations that I think that my "The Ataraxia Crew Visits Tenoo" concept falls under this. I have just under 3k words sketched out for it, but the concept was essentially supposed to be a crossover of the cast of The High Republic (2023) comic and the Young Jedi Adventures cast.

The premise is that, around the time that the THR 2023 cast exits the OZ at the end of the plot happening right now, with the Ataraxia in need of repairs at whatever planet's nearest, the YJA Kids illicitly sneak their way back onto Tenoo by way of Nash sneaking them (plus Djovi, because this concept is a bit self-indulgent) out of the Coruscant Temple in Order to combat a newly-strengthened faction of the Ganguls (who are, unbeknownst to the kids, trying to attact the attention of the Nihil. This is known to the adults on Tenoo, who do want the Jedi to help them, just not a bunch of younglings, this time). Note that this was conceptualized before the s2 trailer, so characters don't feature here.

Ideally, it was supposed to be formatted like a YJA episode, so sort of a two-part story structure where a few characters learn life lessons, and at least a few of them were going to be delivered by way of the kids reassuring the adults about simple concepts (i.e, Keeve is worried the Council will have it out for her for stealing the Ataraxia and its path engine. Kai reassures her that it's okay to let people know if you've made a mistake and to trust the other Jedi). Others were going to have the adults explain concepts to the kids (Lourna and Taborr were going to have a scene together, for example). There would be occasional interludes where the genre conventions are broken, but only if the kids are "offscreen".

Some other overarching bits:

a) The Ataraxia getting repaired (there is currently a gaping hole in the hull)

b) Zia realizing The Kids Are Not On Coruscant and her desperately calling Ace to coral them

c) A lot of Keeve getting censored by others or herself as she's about to swear around the kids

d) (I was originally going to have a developmental beat for Ceret in this story being them taking Kew-For to get repaired either on that one moon near Tenoo or the junkyard on-planet. Whoops!)

e) Lys and Chif-Chaf make fast friends

f) The Yacombe Child also gets camaraderie out of the YJA Younglings and she gets to have a fucking break and play with her friends

g) I was originally going to have Sskeer find himself a bit through having to bring out his mentor style around the younglings. Whoops.

Of course, we have some...missing parts of the THR 2023 cast, and some additions to the YJA cast, so if I end up getting this down, it'll look a bit different from how I'm conceptualizing it right now, if it happens at all.

[septrose]

The difference between the Dsmp and the Qsmp is the fact that if bad shit happens on the Dsmp, nobody would have others to be by their side because either they're dead or woud betray them but in the Qsmp, even if bad stuff happens, they would still have people by their side.

I think the moral of having no emotional attactment on the Dsmp would of been good if it wasn't in place because of the CC's hurting/breaking other peoples stuff. I think if people hurt Micheal or Shroud for story, it would of been a interesting plot point instead of people hurting them just to fuck everything up. (thanks George & Sapnap for being assholes) I love the idea of people having this moral of having no emotional attactment because of the characters doing shit to eachother instead of the CC's being a bunch of assholes.

I always think about what if writers & artists made the DSMP instead of stupid mcyt's, (no hate to Wilbur & Quackity, they did good with what they had) It would of been better and all those things happening because of miscommunication reasons would of been good story points. The DSMP would of been good if dumbasses weren't running the show. And they would of actually treated shit with sensitivity.

[vtoriacore]

(This got explicit in the sexual sense (just for context it's not elaborate) im sorry you can still delete if you don't wanna answer)

Kay so I'm queer

A walking pride rainbow if you will

Then I'm also asexual, and majority know what asexuality generally represents

So when it comes to gender, as per cis men and women, I'm unsure if I can still be interested in 'men', cus we all know how boys are like (and I'm in the worst continent to look for a boyfriend in X_X )

So I've constantly asked myself 'What is it that a man could give me that women would still be able to provide, but is more common and easier to obtain from them?'

And the top answer I could get from that was ✨cock✨ (trans women would still provide and I'm greatful)

But then I'm asexual????? And I don't think I want a meat stick in me besides when I wanna start a family

And strap ons still exist sooooo

So then I asked myself 'what else can they provide???'

All I can come up with is muscles, strength, height and deeper voice

All of which women can very much still provide

So the question is

Am I under the bisexual umbrella? Even doe the only genders I see are society's cis quota cus they keep trying to shove it down our throats, yet for queer peeps gender is just another detail of identity, so aren't I pan cus gender doesn't really factor into my attraction?

Or am I lesbian? Cus time and time again the universe seems to be trying to convince me to just be queer and woman lover all the way

What do you think

hmm this is actually very deep and im so FAR from a professional so don't take my opinion to heart bc im not qualified for anything but

okay in short it seems to me like maybe you're attracted to femininity and fem aligned genders? it doesn't have to be sexual or anything (but even if you're asexual, that shit is a whole ass spectrum with levels to it so could still be possible and normal!!).

bisexuality is attaction to more than two genders (it's the definition!!) so you can still be attracted to masc aligned people, yes! but if you fully do not see gender even if you're asexual, but rather find people romantically appealing for who they are then id say you could be panromantic? gender as a whole is so damn complicated too, bc it makes pansexuality in particular a bit difficult. i used to think i was pan but then i had a preference for 'women' because of some traits society put on them such as being more emotional (which are stereotypes) so i then reverted to being bi. but if you find that you prefer fem aligned people then maybe you're biromantic with a preference for them? if you still hold attraction to men or masc aligned people then you still are bi yes. you could very well be sapphic actually tho if you find that fem aligned (or masc - but not cismam and non-binary too!) hit different depending on your own gender.

basically, this shit complicated as fuck and i think you're biromantic! BUT always go with the term that feels right to you! if you're fine identifying as queer that's perfectly fine! or if you feel panromantic is right then that's also fine? or bi and pan for short if your asexuality is also complicated because lord knows that shit took me so long to figure out fr. this was deffo an interesting rant so thanks for sending it in! i probably didn't help bc as you can see i know next to nothing JDNDJFB someone more qualified could probably answer better

[otomelavenderhaze]

Hello! What are your thoughts about Armin's AL?

They had a good idea, but poor execution.

The episode when everything falls apart is episode 3 in which Candy acts childish most of the time, annoyingly so, like it stopped from being cute at the middle of episode 1.

I think they thought about how start his route and how they wanted to end but had NO THOUGHTS about the middle or how they would like to get in the end in a solid way. It shows by how they thought they should prop up episode 3 sex scene, that feel more fitting for Evan than Armin BUT WELL, I guess what they wanted was a more aggressive character- let's forget all the core and most charming sides of Armin because none of them are sexy or attactive NO LET'S MAKE IT SPICY.

We have characters with hurt feelings, that hurted each other and that's why they feel the way they do, WHICH could be a relatable scenario. Who didn't ever hurted someone they cared deeply about, you would expect they would take some inspo in real life, how human fucking beings deal with stuff.

But no, GOD FORBID ANY MCL CHARACTER HAVE HUMAN EMOTIONS AFTER HSL. Or being vunerable, or personal, OR ANYTHING DEEPER THAN WHAT WE SEE THEM AS.

*Deep breath* But should've known, they never knew how to write Armin aside from the nerdy-encyclopedia-no-worries of always, they found a legit flawn for him in AL to make him at least a little bit more human, but what's the point if Candy behaves like a fucking wooden door????? I really don't understand why they wouldn't drop the act for one conversation, be vunerable, be nice to each other, WITHOUT ANY JOKES.

Also, Armin working with Nathaniel???????? OKAY????? I GUESS??????

Well, I don't like Armin's AL route. I thought I had things to complain about his HSL, but WOAH, AL really went like "hold my fucking beer, chef".

[metalheadcowboy]

cowboy/farm au where Steve's dad owns a ranch and Billy is one of the stable hands. They have a couple secret hideouts around the property where they meet up and spend time together: one is the upper level of the stable where the hay is stored, and another is deep into the horse trail where there's a small lake.. idk where this is going I just want them to be cowboys in love

I couldn’t read this and not instantly think of Hayloft by Mother Mother lmao BUT I LOVE THIS!

At first Steve hated Billy, hated him for the sole purpose that he felt guilty any time he saw the guy working around the ranch.

His father hired him in the spring of ‘84 because he claimed Steve was slacking, wasn’t working as hard as he used to. And Steve couldn’t argue that, but it wasn’t that he was getting lazy or didn’t want to. It’s that he didn’t have the time, with his mother bombarding him about school and grades, to work as much as he used to.

If anything Steve’s hatred came from a place of jealousy, watching his father treat Billy like the son he couldn’t live up to be hurt. It felt like his spot in the family was being threatened by this stranger and it killed him.

But by far the worst part about the whole thing was that Billy’s room was right across the hall from his, they had to share a bathroom. The amount of times he’d considered walking across the hall and smothering him in his sleep was a higher number than he’d like to admit. It wasn’t fair that this guy was taking his spot in his fathers heart that was supposed to be his, but he didn’t think ever was.

It got to the point where Steve hung around more inside with his mother than outside with Billy and his father which led to, well, a lot of not so nice words that had never been thrown his way than before. Things like fairy and queer, fag if he was feeling especially angry that day and it didn’t make Steve feel any better.

He’d tried everything to get Billy to leave, ruining his Resistol hats, sandpapering holes in his nicest boots, training the family border collie, Dolly, to growl any time he came into a room. But nothing could seem to get rid of him, he was like a fucking roach, a very attactive roach.

Steve’s first option after trying to get rid of him was to ignore him, but Billy just never knew when to stop. It seemed like every time he turned a corner there was a blonde mullet and a smooth southern accent and it made him want to scream. It was like a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from, no escape from this guy who had made his life a living hell, turning his own dad against him.

But after a while the more he tried to ignore Billy the more he became infatuated by the boy. He found himself having to pull his eyes off of the fit body propped up on a saddle too often, bouncing up and down while herding the cattle from the pasture back into their proper pin for the day. Grooming his horse became practically impossible, because every time he tried Billy would be conveniently moving hay bales, sometimes shirtless.

The feelings were too confusing for him because he was supposed to hate Billy for basically taking his spot in the family, or at least that’s what his brain thought, he found himself thinking with his dick more these days. Staying up late at night looking up at the stars, baby blue eyes and sparse freckles on his mind, taking all of his strength not to pop a boner thinking about the way Billy’s thighs looked in his Wrangler’s.

Billy’s the one who made the first move.

“‘S it true?” He and Steve were currently making the rounds, filling up each of the animals’ feed around the time of sunset, a job they did together nearly every night before Steve’s mom caled them in for dinner.

“What?” Steve was beyond clueless, the question was out of the blue, not to mention they usually didn’t make any conversation beyond small talk.

“What your old man says,” That really didn’t help, his father said a lot of things, had a big mouth, “The names he calls you.” Oh.

He was silent, letting out a soft sigh as he adjusted the dark brown cowboy hat atop his head, wiping a few beads of sweat off of his forehead. It seemed as thought Billy had taken the hint not to push by the way Steve had reacted, but a part of Steve couldn’t leave him hanging like that.

“What if they were?” It was risky. For all he knew Billy could beat him to a pulp right then and there, go tell his dad that his hurtful assumptions were right, that he was a total disgrace to the Harrington name.

Billy’s silence scared him honestly, the loud noise of cicadas up in the trees and animals around them feeling louder than normal as his heart hurt in his chest. When the silence ended with a soft hum it scared him more, but that was all before the conversation was over.

Steve was a mess the whole night after that, not being able to look at Billy without feeling like he was going to vomit. The morning was even worse because he had no idea if Billy had told his father about their conversation. He was pretty sure his dad was acting normal, but he was a cold man as it was, so it was kind of hard to tell.

After lunch is when it all changed. When Billy slammed him up against one of the stall doors while they were cleaning it out, while his dad had gone inside to change shirts. When Billy pressed their lips together and kissed him until he was breathless with all the smooth swagger he imagined the perfect lips to hold. It tasted like smoke and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but it was perfect.

Their whole relationship after that is complex. They don’t put a label on it for months, just quickies deep within the trail and soft touches in the hayloft under the moonlight seeping in through the missing wood planks. No matter how many times Steve tries to talk to Billy about what they were he would always brush it off and give him a pat on the back, somehow getting bro zoned with Billy’s cum dripping down his chin. The secret weighs heavy on them both and there’s a lot of close calls but they make it through.

Send me hc’s 💛💛

[adriensaltprompts]

> Adrien stans literally say that it is okay for men to abuse women as long as the man has a sad childhood, and then they wonder why everybody hates them and says they're terrible human beings. <

RJ, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS. I even saw an ask of yours answering why it's victim blaming to blame straight women for abusive men (I can't find that post unfortunately 😭) and THANK YOU and people like you who call out abuse apologia and victim blaming.

Your words about the women being blamed for abusive males hit home for me...because...this is tough to say, but a few months ago I was in an abusive relationship. The guy would threaten bad things if I didn't happen. So when I told my closest friend of 5 years that he was abusing me, she blew up AT ME and blamed me for the abuse like saying things such as "if you didn't want him to abuse you why did you say yes to dating him? If I was you I would have said no" and "you made him feel so horrible about himself and your a monster". SHE EVEN SAID THAT I SHOULD GIVE HIM A PASS BECAUSE HIS PARENTS ABUSED HIM EVER SINCE HE WAS A CHILD. She basically drove me into a mental breakdown and I am not her friend anymore,, but your post really resonated with me and I hope they resonate with more abuse survivors too. I'm just rambling and I hope I'm not spamming, but please keep doing what you are. Watching ML was super triggering because of Adrien's behavior reminding me of my ex but at least people like you and waywardpr1ncess are calling out his shit!

Here’s the first post about Adrien stans, (well, actually, there are two of them. Because this exact interaction has occured multiple times. They just fucking enjoy shooting themselves in the foot.)

Here’s the second post about victim blaming, where people act like a woman being attracted to a man (or in general, being capable of being attacted to men in general) means that it’s her fault if she, or other women, get attacked by men.

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This is why I will never stop calling out this kind of abusive behavior when I see it. it is NEVER just about some dumb cartoon. It’s about the ideas that get normalized and taught in our society, and it is not okay. The fact that ML is a kid’s show just makes it exponentially worse.

And for everyone saying you have to accept abuse and forgive people who were abused as a kid?

I was abused as a kid.

Being abused is not an excuse or a justification for being abusive. Everyone is in control of their own actions, everyone who is abusive CHOOSES to be that way! They make the conscious decision to abuse you! It is 100% their fault and their responsibility, and no one can take that fault away from them!

It is not your fault you were abused, and I’m glad that ‘friend’ is no longer allowed in your life. She doesn’t deserve to be.

No one signs up to be abused. Consent to dating is not consent to abuse. Being attracted to someone is not consenting to be abused by that person. Liking or even loving someone does not give them the right to abuse you! Nothing gives anyone the right to abuse you!

The reason we call out Adrien’s behavior is because it’s not just about Miraculous Ladybug! It’s not just about the in-universe ramifications!

Fiction impacts reality! 

Every time you portray sexual harassment and abuse as romantic and cute and Relationship Goals™, you are helping to victimize real human beings! You are teaching children to think that it’s cute when a boy refuses to take no for an answer! You’re teaching children that “no” means “try harder” and that it for it to be real sexual harassment, she has to punch him in the face!

Every argument used to defend Adrien Agreste is literally just victim blaming and rape and abuse apologism and straight up, unrepentant misogyny, and this will ALWAYS HARM REAL PEOPLE!

You can’t separate fiction from reality because fiction reflects and impacts reality. You can’t say “representation matters” and then turn around and go “fiction doesn’t impact reality”.

Fiction is what we make of it. These writers are choosing to portray sexual harassment, assault, and abuse as cute and silly and romantic. And that is going to, and has, and IS damaging real human beings.

If Adrien’s behavior were being portrayed properly, we wouldn’t need to call him out. If Adrien were being portrayed as the villain he is, we wouldn’t need to call him out.

Miraculous Ladybug is teaching people that sexual harassment is cute, sexual assault is funny, and abuse is romantic. And the fandom perpetuates it without shame. Self fucking proclaimed 45 year old men are in this fandom telling children that if someone who is abusing you was abused, you have to stay with them because otherwise you are victim blaming them.

It is never your fault when someone abuses you. It is never your fault when someone refuses to get consent, or refuses to take no for an answer.

Anyone who tells you otherwise? Is a creep who doesn’t deserve to be in your life. 

[a-dd-i-c-t-ed]

let go

hey again it’s me. i am addicted to xmen at the moment so i wrote somethin with Warren. probably a lot of grammar mistake (not my first language and almost 2am here in the morning) and just a trash but i’m just learning doin for myself im sorry. warnings: agnst, death, violance so here it is.

It was cold. I didn’t feel anything. I blinked weakly and thought about what actually happened.

~

I was sitting on Professor Xavier class taking notes about what he was talk about and thinking. I missed him. I missed him bad to be honest. When we were children we lived in the forest alone. We were only together kinda connected. Always felt what happened when we were apart.

But they took him away. 2 years ago happened. We slept together when they came. Took him and never heard from him since that time.

Charles Xavier school was good. They were kind and I met with a lot of person like me. I had everything but him. That was my problem.

It was an easy day like usually. Classes and after I went to garden. I never really found any friend here. They tried but I just couldn’t let anyone in.

I had my powers to lock out Charles and Jean from my head. They couldn’t see my thoughts. I had my power to fly and lasers in my hands.

I was with Jean and Scott most of the time. They talked all the time lookin at me like a friend even if I was introvelt to talk too much. 

~

My mind took small movies about us.

“Warren please stop” laughed loudly. He just didn’t stop tickiling me. “I’m about to use my powers on you”

“Oh darling are you threating me right now?” He give me small kisses on my neck made me moans quietly. “ I should punish you more then I guess...” whisperd to my ears. I got goosebumps my heart beats faster. Looked right into his eyes.

“Maybe I want you to punish me more” bite my lips playfully.

“I will darling I will” Warren kissed me passionately his wings went wide open fly up with me. My legs went around his hips kissed him like all the time. Like never before. Always.

Smiled a bit. Changed a lot after that. I didn’t really talk anyone. Maybe because I felt save with him and give me more powers to not scared from ‘normal’ people. He was always strong. When his father took him out when someone tried to kill him he never got scared. He stand up and fight until his last breath or knock them out.

But on that night he was scared.

“Yn wake up!” My eyes went wide open I had heavy breath

“What happend?!”

“They find us” I heard someone kick the door open and shouting. My body shaked and I didn’t know what to do. I freezed.

“Come on Yn we need to escape!”  He grabbed my hand and tried to fly away but then someone shot.

“You can’t escape you freaks!” It was a man who spoke Warren was bleeding.

“No you can’t hurt him!” Lasers through my hands went wild I screamed and attacted them then take Warren outside.

“Is it hurt? It is that bad? Are you okay? Please say something!” My voice was shaking tears falled down on my face.

“I’m okay Darling” he wishperd with a small smile.

“No! Don’t lie to me! We need to get away from here please!” I cried out with my panic attack. No this is can’t happening! Then I heard other voices from everywhere.

“Come on please we need to fly! I help you!”

“You can’t take me with you..”

“SHUT THE HELL UP WARREN WE ARE GOING TO ESCAPE” shouted my angst was stringer than me.

“I hold them up and you can go Yn” he stood up “we don’t have much time Yn”

“No” shaked my head more tears came.

“It’s okay... Just remember I love you. Everything is gonna be alright.”

“No.. please.”

“I love you. I need you to be safe” he had a weak smile. “It’s okay” no it wasn’t.

“They are here!” Again them the hunters.

“Go Yn!” He didn’t give me a chance to say something he flew up in the sky “here I am bastards catch me if you can!” He shouted and went the oppositoned way then me.

The guns shooting was loud I flew up after him.

“Yn go away!” He looked back deep in his eyes I could see that fear. Even he didn’t showed me.

“But Warren..”

“Go! Now!” Bite my bittom lips to not cry to loud and flew all my powers needed to be fast.

Then I heard they shoot him down.

“Go Yn it’s okay!” Heard him. Last time.

I was flying for hours. Cried with closed eyes.

I was so tired. I felt pain all over my body. The windo cut me I was bleeding. My eyes opened but I couldn’t see.

Then everything was black.

~~~

I felt my body shaking in fearness and sweatness. I was awake but I couldn’t open my eyes.

“Yn I’m here! Let me in whats happening?” Charles voice was like a miles away from me. I wanted to speak but I couldn’t. “Open you mind! I won’t hurt you I promise!” I felt my tears but I tried. I felt him in my head.

It was Warren. He was alive. He was different.

“I... need... to... save... him” whisperd haevy it was hard. I couldn’t came out of this dream.

“Yn I need you to wake up first.”

“Trying..”

“Breath...” I did. “Breath slowly do it for him.”

“I can’t” i felt weak and cried. I could speak but I couldn’t open my eyes. I just saw him and he was different like he didn’t even remember me.

“I need you to focus on yourself first! We will go there! He will remember you! Just need you to open your eyes Yn!” Charles voice closer then before. I felt my hands went out of my control lasers came out. “YN OPEN YOU EYES YOU ARE GOING TO KILL SOMEONE!”

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” I screamed sitting up with opened eyes jump out of the bad. “ I need to save him!” Grabbing my clothes madly.

“We will just calm down please!” Everyone was awake watching me at the door but I didn’t care.

“I NEED TO SAVE HIM CHARLES I CAN’T JUST CALM DOWN” shouted in agressive mood.

“Everyone get out of my room!” Looked the others they ran away without a word.

“I go with you.” Jean stayed.

“Me too.” Scott too.

“Okay Hank and me as well.” Charles looked at me.

It was a horrible place. Bed people shouted taked many for the winner.

They had guns.

With Jeans power they couldn’t see us. We stand in front of the cage.

One man was on the floor in blood I couldn’t see who did this to him.

But then I saw the wings.

“Warren..” whisperd in shock. “I need to get in” they tried to stop me but couldn’t someone already grabbed my hand but I attacked him with my power.

“It’s a freaks! That little kid drop her to the cage!” There was too many person to fight they hit me in the face and dropped in.

“Warren..” I stood up looked up at him cleaned my face from blood.

“Who the fuck is Warren!?” He was agressive. He had a lot of gash from fights.

But didn’t let me finish he attacked me. I flew up to block it. He tried but I didn’t fight back.

“Fight or they kill us!” Shouted at me but I couldn’t.

“They won’t hurt anyone I’m here.” Heard Charles voice in my head.

“Warren please! It’s me Yn” tried again. The people around us went outside without a word. He didn’t understand.

“Angel darling. Don’t make me angrier!” He flew and grabbed my arms stronger. He’s green eyes had no emotions.

“Warren remember the treehouse! Us! Your dad and everyone!” Whisperd silently.

“I don’t know what you think I am but I’m just going to kill you” shouted. Scott tried to open the cage in this time but he couldn’t even Jean. Charles was taking care the other people and Hank was looking after Charles if anything would happened there.

I was alone with him.

“Warren Worthington. Your father kicked you out when he found about wings. We meet in the woods first”

“Shut up!” He was grabbing my neck strong I couldn’t breath but I didn’t mind.

“We made out house there. Away from everyone.”

“You lying!” He punch me in the stomach with all his power. I fell down on the floor. Then hit me on the face. Everywhere he could. “ Stop speaking you piece of shit!” I wasn’t able to use any of my power. It hurt. He hitted my chest I felt my bones broke but nothing came out of me just blood.

“I CAN’T OPEN THE CAGE HE’S GOING TO KILL YN!” I heard Scott and Jean but I was see is him.

I put my arm on his face. He breaked it i screamed in pain.

“It hurt Warren please stop” cried out again. I felt like a baby who couldn’t do anything but crying.

“Still Angel.” He didn’t show any emotions.

“It’s okay. Just remember I love you. Everything is gonna be alright.” Sighed weakly wishper but I felt something sharp in my body.

“YN NO” I heard voices all around me but I didn’t feel any pain anymore.

“YN..” winked at Warren.

“Warren hey..” whisperd.

“Oh no.. what did I do?!” Winked more it was hard I felt sleepy.

“It doesn’t hurt. It’s okay. You are here. Agan. With me.” I smiled lazy. He put me on his lap.

“No.. help! PLEASE” he shouted but they couldn’t help. My bleed was all over me Jean cried Scott tried his best to not cried.

“It’s okay Warren. I’m going to be fine. I need to rest and sleep.” Whisperd eith closed eyes.

“No YN how could i dod this to you?! No please...”

“At least do you remember now?”

“Everything. Some mutant used his power to my memorie to not fight back. I just can’t.. I can’t lose you again YN.. I’m so sorry I didn’t know what I am doing please forgive me”

“It’s okay.” I put my hands on his face. Coughed blood but still didn’t feel anything. “I got you back in the end. Thats what matter.

“Hang on YN we got you!” Heard Charles nervous voice.

“It’s okay Professor Xavier. I am fine.” Murmured silently.

“YN no. I love you.. I need you.. I want to live rest of my life with you with kids and everything you can’t sleep!”

“Warren Worthington promise me one god damn thing. You never give up. No matter what no matter how hard just don’t. You are the love of my life” I felt pain suddenly tears fall down on my cheeks I was scared so scared. But once in my life I didn’t show anything of it. “You always will be the one but not in this life.” As I saw some light I was smiling. Around he’s face I saw my family waving to me. “I’m going to my family. They are waiting. I can see mommy and daddy.

“YN.. don’t leave I need you.”

“Just promise me you don’t let then control you. Don’t let the sadness in. Remember where we were before they came. We were happy. All thise beatiful memories like when we talking watching the stars and sleep and fly. Laughing on everything. Remember that not this moment. You didn’t hurt me at all in the end. You save me. And I am going to be thankful for this and all. Charles won’t hurt you. No one will.” Smiled. He cried kissed my forehead hugged me more closer to himself.

Then I saw just light. I was able to stand up and walk in it without looking back. I missed my family. Everyone.

But one look went back to him before it was all black.

[asknightqueendany]

Everytime Daenerys is mocked or attacted by Sansa, Cersei or other fans, don't even have to be Jon's, the so-called Jonerys fans, who pride themselves in liking both and treating them equally and claiming moral high ground, go on the offensive against Jon as a way to defend her. Every single they bring him up and down. Just own up to what you really feel.

I take it this was for my reblog with the Jon side of every time he’s gotten his ass saved.

1) That reblog contained Jon, the OP framing it as if Jon were saying those things to Daenerys so of course the flip of that would be to hand it back to him, remind the audience of all the times Jon has been saved by others.

2) It was from Facebook so I have no idea if it was posted by a Sansa or Cersei stan. It may have even been from a Jon Snow stan. You have no way of proving it was from a Jonsa/Sansa stan (where much of the Dany hate comes from) so if it was from a Jon Snow stan, this whole argument just got 100% better.

3) I like Jon. I care about his story and his endgame. I want him to be happy. I think he’s a great character and has had some great moments.

But I wasn’t a Jon stan from the start. I thought all the at the Wall storyline in both books and show when I first began the series was boring as fuck even with the White Walker stuff happening. Honestly, it took Jon hooking up with Ygritte for me to really engage with his storyline and then when she died it took him dying for me to really care about his story again.

I’ve been a Dany fan since Day 1. I will always be a Dany fan first. I will always love her more than Jon. And considering the amount of hate shown to Dany by the majority of the stans out there, including Jon Snow fans, I really don’t feel bad about that. My blog is called Dany Defense. I defend Jon when I can and when he needs it. But for me, it’s not about him.

Most Jonerys fans I’ve encountered on here are actually Jon Snow fans at heart, but because many are also women, they will defend Dany too because they recognize the hate against her is unfair. Most of them though, aren’t Dany stans. There are actually very few of us here, even fewer in other aspects of the fandom outside Tumblr.

4) That reblog was not really a put-down of Jon but you clearly took it as such cuz you’re likely just another jumped up Jon Snow fanboy who can’t take the slightest criticism of ya boi especially when it’s in comparison to a female. But here’s the reality: nothing I wrote in that reblog was untrue. Jon has gotten by at times because of others, just as Dany has gotten by at times because of others. As someone else commented after I posted that, no one can survive without the help of others. You just interpreted “help” as “can’t fend for themselves” which was exactly the opposite the point of the post.

5) The reality is, all the characters on GOT/ in ASOIAF are flawed, morally gray, and make mistakes.

And of course, I always get shit for defending Dany’s actions. No surprise there. It’s why I started this blog.

But the moment I point out the flaws of a beloved male character - Stannis, Robb, Jon, Ned, Jaime - I get a whole new slew of hate from *likely* male fans who haven’t yet confronted their own internalized misogyny and toxic masculinity enough to accept that their fave possibly deserves criticism...or at the very least, is no better or worse than the *best* female characters playing the game as well, and so to draw comparisons to their female counterparts is completely valid.

Much of the hate Daenerys receives is because of internalized misogyny so an easy and efficient way to combat that and show the fandom’s clear biased, is to show male characters doing the exact same things she does - or in some cases, worse.

But then of course there’s this little pocket of the fandom who can’t stand that. They can’t bear for their boi to be compared to Dany, to be shown being weak, to be shown receiving help, to be shown doing morally questionable things...and that, frankly, says much more about YOU anon than it does me.

I face Dany hate and criticism every time I log into this hellsite.

You face it with Jon Snow...when? When the Jonsas are on their “political!Jon” soapboxes which isn’t actually criticism of his character or actions or hate against Jon at all really, but just a corner of the fandom’s “headcanon” for what *may* be going on “behind the scenes” of Season 7.

Look, I’m sorry if you don’t like seeing Jon’s flaws and mistakes highlighted. But he has them, newsflash. So if you don’t want to see them discussed, especially as they compare to Dany’s, unfollow me. Simple. I didn’t even tag that reblog in the “Jon Snow” tag.

[gettin-bi-bi-bi]

What does "dating" mean in Romantic Attraction? Can Romantic Attraction include just friends who care about each other more than anything else or does it have to include dating/kissing? I'll use Heteroromantic Bisexual as an example. Can a person who identifies as this be close friends with someone of the same gender and hang out with them or does that make them biromantic?

What mainstream society would consider “romantic dating” would most likely include kisses, cuddles, sex and just generally the vibe that the two people in questions are or want to become a romantic couple or are at least on the lookout for a potential romantic partner. But that doesn’t have to be your personal concept of “romantic dating”. You can do it the way you want to and as long as you communicate with the other person(s) what you want and can give, then that’s good.

Platonic relationships (in western societies) usually don’t include kisses/cuddles/sex (unless there’s some “friends with benefits” arrangement going on). You can be close friends with people of any gender without being sexually or romantically attracted to them. A straight woman can be close friends with other women without wanting to date or fuck them because she’s straight. Aromantic people can have close friends and they aren’t falling in love with them because they are aromantic. And bisexual and biromantic people can have close friends without necessarily being sexually or romantically attracted to these people. I have close friends of various genders without wanting to bang or date them. They’re “just” friends. Two friends meeting up to hang out with each other wouldn’t even be considered “a date” by most people. So being close friends with people of a certain gender says absolutely nothing about your romantic (or sexual) orientation. 

There’s also the concept of “queerplatonic relationships” which go further than the traditional platonic friendships. For example this could be two people with a close emotional bond who decide to become life partners, even if there’s no romantic (or sexual) attaction involved. That’s a whole subject that Jenn might want to talk about further if you’re interested in that. Or you could look it up yourself and if any questions are left unanswered come back and send in another question.

Maddie

[pasta-and-hedgehogs]

The Bitch has covid no more I lost it really fast wich ment I was able to go in to college. But this is a trauma dump about straight men. So my friend J has invited people to come and drink and the men I like will be there and I dont want to get drunk and 1. Confess my love to them or 2. Make any advances to them or just 3. Embarrass the ever loving fuck out of my self. I was speaking to J about how we like the same men only she would have an actual chance with them because thwy are straight and shes afab genderfluid like honestly Idk why but it makes me so jealous how she tells me about how she flirts with them and shit like that and the worst part is I think im romantically attacted to women and I think I have a romantic crush on them and I just want people to like me and Idk I feel like I have no one that I can talk to like I have friends I just feel like I have no one that I wouldnt be a burden to like I feel as if im a broken recod because it seems like all im able to yalk about is my weird obsession with mediocre straight men and its just getting worse and worse I feel like my thoughts and feelings are just annoyances and how one bitch in perticular called me boring and I couldn't even disagree. I dont know how to love myself without it being fake and just mind numbing to try I just dont have the energy to keep on trying to love myself when I dont like who I am. I sort of think that if I do end up in a relationship that it will be increadably unhealthy for me because I will just become obsessed with pleasing them. The only thing I want is to feel like someone is attracted to me like im starting to think that im just going to be single for ever and I highly doubt that im going to lose my virginity its so stupid that I've given up before I've even strted trying but I have just emotionally exhausted myself from doing this stupid obsessive crush thing over and over again with so many different men who will never like me and would never when think of me in that way. Anyway Im going to write fanfiction that I will probably never finish because im a perfectionist who cant do anything perfectly so I just dont do anything that would be useful or bring me joy.

[an-chan-thevolleyballplayer]

Kinktober 2017

Day 10 | Fucking Machine | Kiribaku | Part one

This is a first part to the oficial kinktober fic that I'll post tomorrow because it's not finished yet. I keep delaying things and this is the result.

"They won't catch us." Kirishima parroted his classmate for at least the twentieth time that day.

"Be quiet!" He knows he shouldn't be playing with Bakugou, but he just can't help it. In the boredom of this dark room, every attempt on a joke is a good one.

"It's easy to turn it on. Noone will know about our night visit." Kirishima imitates Bakugou's voice what only angers the other male more.

"SHUT UP!!"

"That wasn't manly at all.." Kirishima mutters under his breath, earning a groan from Bakugou and then he glances over to watch as Bakugou restrains himself from exploding and causing even more damage. He chuckles.

"Anyway it's not my fault we broke it." Bakugou finishes it, not even looking at Kirishima now, because they both know the truth, but Kirishima doesn't point it out and smiply stays quiet. Better stay quiet than talk about Bakugou's mistakes, he learnt.

"Doesn't matter. Do you know how to connect these?" Kirishima holds up a metal box with a lot of holes which are probably for connecting electric things, but he's not sure. He has never done this.

"No." Is Bakugou's simple answer, but he also reaches into the mess they caused last night and finds a few mechanic parts that may fit into each other. But they don't and so he just throws them away with an angry humph.

Kirishima sighs and leans back on his hands. He begins to regret the last night, even though he still thinks it was fun. But fun can be less dangerous and without a punishment.

He was just leaving the class with Bakugou, talking about an incident that happened earlier that day and about the cool heroes that helped with it. Kirishima adored the way heroes could keep their heads cool and their super cool quirks.

"I'll be a better hero." Bakugou exclaimed, more for himself than for anyone listening and drags himself in front of Kirishima. "I'll fight them all."

"You definitely will. Your quirk is the coolest." Kirishima agreed, speeding up to match Bakugou's pace. "Hey where'ya going?" He asked with curious eyes, the ones that always made Bakugou blush, and smiled brightly.

"Not your bussiness." Bakugou mumbled loudly and ignored the way Kirishima's face kept poping up in the corner of his vision.

"I want to join you!"

"Not happening."

"Please~" Kirishima whines, pulling at Bakugou's sleeve.

"Fine!" Bakugou bakred out, turning to Kirishima in irritation. "Follow me."

Kirishima quickly followed his classmate down the halls of their school. They passed the first floor, but they still went lower and lower.

"Where are we going?" Kirishima asked in anticipation.

That was the plan. To sneak out after school to practice a bit in the underground where teachers stored the robots, apparently. To practice, win against the bots that nearly destroyed them on the last festival and then leave without anyone noticing.

"Don't slack off!" Bakugou yells at him and throws a nail on him, which only hits the skin of his arm and bounces away.

"I'm not!" Kirishima protests, but doesn't say any more. Let's fix this so we can go home. Just a while longer and Bakugou will kill me.

Kirishima returns to his work, searching for any cables that could fit into the holes on his box.

But still, it was a good fight.

They agreed on turning on just one of the robots in the case they'll be set on a too dangerous level or something, or the button would be self-destruction. It was not, fortunately, and so the fight could start.

The bot wasn't quick nor strong, but could shoot slightly paralyzing bullets. They just exploded on your skin and paralyzed you for a second. That was a regular weapon, well known among the students and a favorite to use on pranks.

At first Kirishima fought his own fight, when the robot noticed him first. It was easy to dodge all of his strikes and it made a funny noise everytime he striked it with his power. Sometimes it even dropped some of it's shields.

Training one on one absolved every student on the academy and not was hundred times better at it than any bot they could find here. The bot was slow and he wasn't avoiding his attacts at all.

"I want some fun too!" Bakugou yelled at him and that was when the bot noticed him. He scanned Bakugou through his eyes and then made another funny noise, completely different from the ones it made on Kirishima and all of it's light turned red.

It dashed forward to where Bakugou stood, but it didn't get far because Bakugou's reaction was to laugh at it and blow it away.

"Nice one-OOf!" Kirishima wanted to praise him, but was stopped by a left hook to his head. The explosion turned on another few bots and they began the fight without a warning.

These were faster and stronger, though not by much. Both boys striked some of them down, by explosions, but smaller this time, afraid not to turn on whatever number of robots were hidden in the darkness of the room, and with Kirishima's strenght as a helping hand for Bakugou's fighting technique.

And it would end up nicely, without harm, but the bots were not happy losing. They had programmed in some intelligence, probably because they began to communicate with each other, the few of them that were still standing, in a weird way that contained clicking, changing the colors of the lights and in a few moments, they encircled them, trapping the heroes in the middle of angry battlebots.

Kirishima adored heroes that kept their heads cool during a fight, but this situation was so absurd he couldn't even believe it, not to keep calm. And Bakugou did not keep his calm as well. But he still found a way to escape them, as by making a big - enormous - explosion.

And that brings them to present. Long story short, the explosion was big. And it not only caught attention of everyone in the school halls, but it also gave off their location when the smoke from broken machines started to vent out of the room.

Couldn't run, couldn't hide, they were found by Aizawa-sensei, very annoyed that he had to interrupt his afternoon routine (probably taking care of his cats or reading).

And he forced them to fix everything they broke. Without help. They were banned from school until they fix everything, and Kirishima bets they won't attend school for at least a week.

"I think I've got this." Bakugou says, preoccupied with connecting metal pieces with the construction in which was placed the box that Kirishima doesn't remember giving him, so Bakugou had to take it from his lap while he was day-dreaming.

"Oh? Is it working?" Kirishima asks carefuly as if he's scared it will break down again if he speaks any louder.

"Lets try. If it does, then all it takes is to do the same thing with the rest of them." Bakugou says, less angry than before and hands the thing to Kirishima.

"Wha-"

"I'll just break it. You can try." Bakugou explains, ears red as he places it in Kirishima's hands that turn warm from the wave of electricity the touch caused. He gulps and looks down at the box. It does not look like the bots they were fighting against.

When Kirishima pushes the button, there is a dead silence in the room. He can hear his own heartbeat, hoping this to be enough, so they won't have to stay there any longer. The robots slowly wakes up, blinking and making weird electronic noises.

He holds his breath. It's working!

Long time nothing happens, only the lights on the surface of their bot blink, and then it moves. A mechanic noise fills the room as the bot starts working, stretching his limbs that appeared out of nowhere high in the air. They almost touch the ceiling and Kirishima wonders how could such long things be hidden inside the small box.

Bakugou shifts next to him, smirking at his creation.

And then the bot makes another noise. It's the one that he made at Bakugou yesterday, Kirishima realises and is about to say that the robot wants to tell them something, but then it dives its mechanic limbs down and encircles Bakugou waist.

It’ll get more nsfw in the second part i swear

<< Day 7 | part 2 >>

[thevoidofshitposts]

I was tagged by @fersaurio thanks luv. Uhhhhh this is gonna be really weird. Rip im on my phone atm in class replying to this cause my proff cant use a computer. 1) I started off painting landscapes . I didnt switch to drawing/painting people untill i was 14/15 range. Ive only been doing people for 5 years roughly. But i had like 0 friends and all i did was draw. To this day the only person i talk to on a normal basis is my bf. Because he drags me out of my room away from my art tablet so i dont over do it. Lol. 2) I really love to sew . Though im crap at it and normaly only do it for cons . I also have a bad habbit of not finishing projects and forgetting about them. 3) im a 2nd year university student with a bad leaving things to the last minit habbit. Also getting off topic. But yet im a workaholic with art and have spent 12 hours stright on stuff many times with little breaks. I lose track of time when vent doodling. 4) when i was in 4th grade i spent 2 months with my parents in a rv and drove from my city in canada to california. Ive been to a fair amount of attactions and sights that i dont even recall. 5) i clean when im stressed out and yet my room is still a trash pit some how. I can confirm my room is a endless void of landry and random things. My cosplays are never all in one place. I still cant find my skirt for my brs uniforme. 6) i collect sharp and shiny things. Sadly after we rearanged my room i cant find any of my shit half the time and randomly impail my self on things. Or trip. Or just sit on the floor looking into the void that is my room blankly untill i recall why i came into my room in the first place. Im mentaly 80 i swear some times. Get off my lawn. 7) the doctors at the hosptail once told me that corpeses had more color in there face then me. I wish i was kidding. I need more sun. i also freaked out there med students that were touring in the er because i took 3 fluid bags in a iv and my blood pressure still didnt go up to normal level where i should be awake. But i was just chilling fine once the pain killers kicked in. lol also apprently i have like no veins anyware but in my hand that the full time needle guy can never find. In the blood work flie for me they have in blod text " use a hot pack on hand " lol. Also that it might take 12 (that one time sucked) times min 3 . Rarely one. My body fucking hates me. Im always sick. Always. 8) I had a stalker for two years untill they moved ((and i got a restraining order)). So im a wee bit cautious with people offline. 9) Im really intrested in history. Debated doing my minor in classics instead of anthropology. But the professor i would have to take a class from inorder to get it is a huge ass hole. So no also debated dropping out of unoversoty and going to art school like my mother want me to . At this point im only staying in uni to be a spitefull little shit. Plus degree with skeletal anatomy can be good for anything really. And i like looking at the material even though it smells awful. I plan on making a summary post on what it is i study some day. 10) Im a huge dork. I really am. Im apprently good at puzzel games ? i beat 100 levels in a day once. Ended up 4th on the leader board and then gave up because i got board meh. Currently dropped down to 29th place after not touching it for 3 weeks.

[haledamage]

So my free time has evaporated, but I still want to finish the MEA Countdown thing, so here’s all the ones left that I haven’t done, including the ones that haven’t come up yet, so I can make sure I get them done :)

19 Days: Where would Ryder fall in the classic Paragon/Renegade morality system? What would their D&D alignment be? If you know their personality type in any personality typing systems (such as MBTI and Enneagram - you can find various type descriptions and tests using Google), feel free to add and discuss them here.

Lottie is very strongly paragon, unless you fuck with her brother or her friends, in which case she is not above kicking you out a window. She’d probably be neutral/chaotic good; she’s a good person through and through, but she’s not above sowing a little chaos if the mood strikes, and she can be positively ruthless to enemies.

18 Days: What qualities does Ryder like and dislike in other people? Are there any things they particularly appreciate or can’t stand?

She likes empathy and curiosity. She likes people who care, basically, whether that be about knowledge or experiences or other people, she likes when people care about something. The worst thing a person can be, in her opinion, is apathetic.

17 Days: List some of Ryder’s favorite things - colors, food, music, etc. Is there anything of this nature that they hate? Do they have any hobbies or skills outside of combat?

Lottie loves music, and usually has something playing on her private channel on her com. She also tends to hum to herself, which I imagine would annoy SAM to no end if he’s capable of annoyance. Her favorite color is sea green, and she has a terrible sweet tooth; her favorite foods are mostly desserts, her most favorite being ice cream.

Outside of combat, she’s a tinker. She likes to build little things, or work on cars. She also makes some really nice jewelry, when the mood strikes.

16 Days: How would Ryder define their sexuality?

Pansexual. She cares more about forming connections with people, and it doesn’t really matter to her their gender or species.

15 Days: Delve into the Ryder family background - how is/was their relationship with their father, sibling and mother? Do they get along, hero worship, close twin connection, sibling rivalry, was it strained, was it distant, etc.

Scotty and Lottie have always been very close. Scott is her best friend. Mom and Dad both worked a lot, but tried their best, which Lottie understands, though she sometimes wishes they’d been closer.

14 Days: Describe some important or formative events in Ryder’s history. How did these impact and shape them?

When her biotics developed was pretty important, obviously. The fact that she's a biotic while her twin brother isn't was interesting to a lot of scientists, so she spent a lot of time in labs and hospitals “under observation.” It awakened a curiosity in her about how the world works, though, and she went to college for anthropology. It also awoke her wanderlust, as she learned she really didn't like sitting around all day.

13 Days: Why did Ryder join the Alliance military? Later on, what were Ryder’s reasons for signing up to the Andromeda Initiative? Were they seeking adventure (or glory, or a challenge), wanting a new start, running from something, following their family, trying to secure a future for humanity, did they simply feel railroaded into it, etc.

She joined the Alliance to see the galaxy, and because they'd pay for college. The Andromeda Initiative was a no-brainer. Lottie and Scott were both excited about it as soon as Dad told them about it; wanderlust is a family trait, and the Ryders were all very much on board to boldly go.

12 Days: How will Ryder feel upon waking up from cryo? Relieved, excited, scared, impatient to get going, lost, etc.

All of those, yes. Lottie first felt relieved that she actually woke up, then overwhelmed as the full weight of what they were undertaking settled over her. The excitement of exploring the unknown won her over fairly quickly, though.

11 Days: Once in Andromeda, what are Ryder’s goals? What drives them?

Pursuit of knowledge. Finding a safe place for her people to live. Finding her place in Andromeda.

10 Days: Will Ryder ever miss the Milky Way? What things and places will they miss most?

She does sometimes. She misses her old Alliance friends, and her apartment in the Citadel wards. She misses takeout food and microbrew beer and other little things that she never thought about until they were 600 years behind her.

9 Days: Did Ryder have any notable friends or connections in the Milky Way? How about past relationships? Which friendship or relationship was the most significant to them?

She doesn't have any really close friends she left behind. She was a rambler, and never stayed in one place long enough to form close friendships. She's friendly and open, though, so she made friends easily enough. Her closest friend has always been her brother.

8 Days: How does Ryder feel about aliens? Are they uncomfortable, wary, intrigued, curious, intimidated, not bothered, etc? In the Milky Way, where did they stand on humanity’s place in galactic society - Earth first, Terra Firma, human superiority, peaceful cooperation, pro-galactic integration & unity, etc? How will they feel upon discovering that there are sentient alien races in Andromeda?

Lottie is curious of aliens and other cultures. She loves to learn about other people's perspectives and try and understand their way of life. She is very pro-galactic integration, and wants to take that same approach to any alien races she meets in Andromeda. She believes that we're stronger together than apart.

7 Days: Ryder’s father gave the twins informal N7 training in the past. How did Ryder feel about this (pressured, resentful, grateful, motivated, overworked, excited, etc)? What are their feelings on “N7” as a symbol? How do they relate to it, if at all?

She recognized it as what it was: her dad trying to connect with his kids. It wasn't something she was really interested in, but she wanted to know her dad better and that was a way to do it. N7 never really meant much to her, and it was never something she aspired to, but she recognizes that it means a lot to her father, and that's enough for her.

6 Days: Does your Ryder know your Shepard? What do they think of Shepard? Would they get along? What would Shepard think of Ryder?

Lottie knows of Alexi Shepard, of course. Everyone knows of Shepard, but they've never met. She appreciates what the Commander does for humanity's relationship with the other Council races. I think they'd get along, though. Both are people who put others before themselves, and I think they'd find a lot of common ground there.

5 Days: Out of the squadmates, Tempest crewmembers and other characters shown so far, who do you think Ryder will get along well with? Who do you think they will get along best with? Why?

Lottie and Peebee will bond over the joy of exploration, and she and Suvi over a love of science. I don't think there's anyone she won't get along with. She and Liam will get along best, though. Both are idealists and proud space cowboys, and that along with the bonding power of fighting side by side will make them nearly inseparable.

4 Days: Out of the squadmates, Tempest crewmembers and other characters shown so far, is there anyone you think Ryder won’t gel so greatly with, dislike or otherwise come into conflict with? Why?

She'll probably get along with everyone, as least to be polite to, but she and Cora may butt heads a little. Cora knew Alec better than Lottie every did, and she'll always be a little jealous of that; Lottie ended up in a job that should have been Cora's, though, and that'll she'll always be a little jealous of that. They'll be friends, but I think that wedge will always be between them. She and Drack may have trouble seeing eye to eye, as well, as she prefers diplomacy as the answer and he much prefers to punch his way out of an argument; she'd wholeheartedly trust him at her back, though.

3 Days: Do you plan on romancing anyone with Ryder? If so, who? Why? What qualities would Ryder find attractive in a partner (if applicable)?

Lottie will either romance Liam, Peebee, or Vetra. I love all of them a lot and I don't know who I'll choose until it happens. She'd be very attacted to Vetra's intensity, Peebee's curiosity, and Liam's optimism (and to their faces, because they're all beautiful). I think Liam may end up edging out the ladies and winning Lottie's heart, just because they go through a lot of shit together before they ever meet Vetra and Peebee, and his support and compassion when she needed it most is something she would never forget.

2 Days: Provide a “famous quote” from Ryder that sums them up as a character (like the ones for the squadmates in their official character profiles).

“We're like the Enterprise, Scotty! Boldly going where no one has gone before!” (maybe I'll eventually finish and post the thing I wrote in which she says this lol)

1 Day: Which song/songs would be “theme songs” for Ryder? Are there any symbols you associate with Ryder? If you’ve created a moodboard for them, share it here. If not, what sorts of things would be on their moodboard? Describe their aesthetic. What Hogwarts house would they be sorted into? If you’ve written fanfic involving Ryder already, share it here. [you don’t need to do all of these, they’re merely intended as creative exercises]

“Born for This” - Paramore, “Wherever I Roam” - Metallica. Her aesthetic is cups of coffee and half-built machines, long walks under the stars and notebooks full to bursting and piles of photographs, blue and pink and black. She's probably a Griffindor, maybe a Ravenclaw?

1 Day too long: In Citadel space, AIs are illegal. How does Ryder feel about Artificial Intelligence? Are they wary or afraid, are they pro-AI, do they consider AIs to have personhood, etc? How does Ryder feel about SAM and their constant connection to it? Are they glad for the upgrade, do they find it invasive, have mixed feelings, etc?

She doesn't have a problem with AI. I don't know if she considers them all like people, because there are different levels of AI, but she thinks they have the capacity to become person-like. She loves SAM, she loves its bad attempts at humor and the way it always reminds her to eat and makes sure she doesn't overwork herself.

2 Days too long: How does Ryder feel about being thrust into the role of humanity’s Pathfinder (burdened, honored, rewarded, excited, etc)? Are they confident or unsure about this? How will they cope?

She is terrified, but wouldn't admit it even under torture. Pathfinder isn't a role that was meant for her, not really, and the fact that she's now burdened with the literal survival of the human race, maybe even the whole Initiative, is terrifying. She's her father's daughter, though, and knows that nothing was ever accomplished by giving up, so she does the best she can and trusts in her team and her friends. She's not alone, and that's what really keeps her going.

[aethernoise]

Notes on yet another Vote Abandon: Patch 3.5 Gameplay Discussion part II

Dun Scaith is harder than Weeping City for a few reasons.

Firstly, a lot of the major “fuck you up” mechanics/attacks do not have the classic ground indicators. If they do, they only appear for a split second and basically by the time you see it it’s too late to move. I remember on my first run, somebody in alliance chat said “watch her, not the ground” (talking about the Handmaiden miniboss) and it was the best advice to carry through the whole raid. The atomos in Ferdiad are a great example of the necessity to look up. The Queen has things like Shade Thrust that have no indicators beyond the direction she’s facing, and so does Diablos (though I am blanking on the name of the attact). This isn’t a completely new concept, but it’s rare when you compare it to the prevalence of the floor indicators. People are used to being told ‘DON’T STAND IN THE RED STUFF’ and they’re conditioned to focus on the floor rather than the enemy itself. The people who have trouble avoiding mechanics in the first place may finally be feeling comfortable with the above concept, and then all of a sudden you get a lot of attacks that are telegraphed, but not in the ways players expect.

The other thing I’ve noticed is that all of the bosses (and even the in-between mobs) require far higher DPS to clear than enemies we’ve previously encountered in this series. I remember that the Irminsul and Sawtooth fight was difficult if you were failing at mechanics AND putting out crap DPS, because he would eat the adds you didn’t kill and heal himself, and you wouldn’t be able to keep up with it to make up for the mechanic failure. The main DPS checks in Weeping were add-related and had pretty instant consequences (I’m thinking Singularity Fragments especially, but I might be forgetting others). Overall though, even if you had sub-par DPS, it wasn’t impossible to clear as long as you did mechanics well. This is not the case in Dun Scaith. I say this after being in a group last night that almost enraged on Doomgaze. (FYI, enrage = all murder squares are lit up and there’s no safe place to stand. We had one left), vote abandoned after 3 Scathatch wipes, and had an ABYSMAL parse (I’m talkin’….highest dps was me at 1500ish, and I was dying ALL THE TIME. Everyone else was 800 or below). Even with everyone alive our DPS was barely enough to take out the Queen’s adds in time, and was bad enough that we weren’t able to do ourselves any favors when it came to the final phase of the fight where things get a lot more chaotic. If we had managed to clear her, Diablos would have been a complete nightmare.

So I know that whenever one of these raids comes out, the first few weeks is very rough and full of frustration. However, I think it’s important to notice the differences between this chapter and the previous. The “Wiping City of Salt” was named primarily for the rage caused by mechanic failures. “Doneski” has slightly different kinds of mechanics, which can cause enough trouble for slower-reacting players, but also far less forgiving DPS checks. You need to not only stay alive, but actually put out good damage in order to do this stuff right. This is an unpleasant wake up call for a lot of players, and particularly unpleasant and confusing for people who don’t parse, or who have no idea what “good DPS” means for them individually. Unfortunately, a lot of people who complain and talk shit in alliance chat don’t actually address WHY these failures are happening. It’s not just failing mechanics and it’s not just bad DPS, it’s both.

Tl;dr: Pay attention, stay alive, study your rotations, pray that SE will someday give us an in-game parsing tool.

Additional protip: turn off effects for party members + others until you know the fight well. This is especially important when you need to actually see what the boss is doing.

[ferretphobos]

life is fucking weird

I dont know whats going on anymore. Im usually throwing myself into show after show, sometimes without even a weeks worth of rest in between. Its the only way i can feel normal. Ive tried other ways (i.e. drinking, eating ect ect). But the only real way ive found that works is working myself into exhaustion. without a show i feel like im nothing, that im worth nothing. I recently got into a semi-local show of “Grease” but backed out basically because the part wasn't worth it. Now i really regret it. I regret alot of things. The thing I fear most is being left with time to myself. it gives me time to think. thats bad. Big for instance, i recently got into a fresh relationship and almost fucked it up immediately. She is an actress that i met during my second to last show, and younger than me but just as mature (because i am immature as all hell). But because I was in a pretty long relationship where things got pretty serious i got used to certain things. I was used to constantly being in contact with my SO, and just hearing about everything going on during her day so that I felt connected. With this new relationship we talk alot face to face, but sometimes barely pass 5 sentences a day through text, It’s really weird for me. Now i realize just how busy she is, but i didnt understand before, and it ate at me. I just got broken up with a little over 5 months ago, and after 5 years together that is such a short time. I thought I was ok, but it seems to have left some things behind. She also recently got dumped and coupled with her anxiety problem did not help this situation. I stupidly took things overboard. My mind went into overdrive and mistook this lack of communication as a lack of interest, that and I really do not know what people see in me i really do not. I know I have self image issues and am pretty much doing nothing about it so...yeah. continuing, my mind took all this as i am nothing more than a rebound, thats the only reason why she would want to try a relationship in the first place, that she doesnt really know what she wants or that she is just projecting on to me and tricking herself like I did twice when I was around her age. Basically I told myself that this relationship was a lie, that we both were pretending only. That scared the shit outta me. I like to think of myself pretty laid back, but that seems to be falling apart as the years go by. So in my paranoia i texted her confronting her about it, and that went as well as that sounded. It went back and forth me not believing her claims of wanting to truly be in the relationship, and her protesting saying yes she did and that she was sorry for not responding due to a shitty week. Long story short I wallowed for a day and then contacted her to apologize. But it wasnt enough so the day after that we met and hung out until she had to go to work, but then after her work around....10ish? we met and hung out again, just us talking all thru the night again till almost 3....it was nice. we are doing better now, but i cant help but believe its all a ruse, not a purposeful one, but a ruse none the less. I dont know why im just so afraid of this ending and I know I shouldn't be! if its meant to be its meant to be we tried it out good for us, but my mind wont let me believe that. The weird thing is my family has no idea, they dont even know that me and amanda are separate, even tho that was more than 5 months ago. its not like we publicized it or anything but still, i live at home i see them practically everyday. I think I hate them, but I have to smile because I have nowhere else to go. I know Hate is such a strong word but what i feel is more than general dislike. I couldn’t care less if I ever saw or spoke to them again. The bonds I made are stronger than the ones made by blood. How sad is that? Even if i wanted to tell them i feel like I cant. Idk why. And as for amanda, when we split there were alot of declarations of love, even tho we split. It was a weird situation. I told her I prob would not date for a while after her. Because of her I feel like I cannot post anything about Emma, lest I hurt her feelings. And because we work in the same building and alot of our co-workers are friends with both of us I feel like I cant say anything about her anyways. That I would looked down on or that I would be seen as a dick. Idk what to do, I want to show her off so bad, but not if it means all this ridiculous backlash...it doesnt matter tha me and amanda have not spoken in almost two months. or that I dont speak with my parents. I still feel obligated...I hate it....I wish I could move somewhere but Im stuck for right now...I need to get out....I need to go away from alot of people.  To make things worse something else happened. During this whole fight/situation with Emma I got a Fb message. I happened to put up one of those stupid quiz “send me a number deals” and got a response back from someone I never would have imagined. I originally met him at  RCC and he was super nice and one of the more popular in the Theatre program. as far as I was aware I wasnt even on his radar, I had also about 3 months after Amanda dumped me made a tinder because I was feeling bad and wanted to see if I would get any matches at all. So apparently he saw it and messaged me about it saying that he always thought i swung both ways and that he always had a thing for me. So he started complementing me and wanting to set up a date. I always used to have a thing for him but because he was popular never dreamed it would happen, so this was a dream come true...and going against my better judgement started messaging back. I know dick move, dont worry tho. so we message for about three days and then the guilt gets to me, and I break it off. I never want to be known as a cheater....ever....to hurt anyone purposefully is just not me. I let him know the situation and apologized but i still feel horrible....I intend to tell Emma next we meet. on top of all that i havent been feeling myself this past month and a half, or rather Ive been feeling myself and that thought is all the worse. Ive been feeling like there is two anchors attached to my soul dragging me down. Dragging me down emotionally (which led to the Emma Situation), mentally, heck even physically. I constantly feel it. and when that happens its never good. last time that happened I practically became a zombie for 8 months just surviving life. not doing anything but working. Idk what is wrong with me...i hate it. I still have thoughts about death, of attaching an I.V to my arm so that my heart pushes my blood out while I literally walk my life away. The idea just came out of fucking nowhere but its perfect in my head. Walk around with an iv and attacted extender with a towel or maybe empty fluid bag(s) to empty into to all the while recording my last moments. Its almost become obsession.  I dont think I would do it for a while tho. Ive rambled for long enough and have to go back to work.