#I got a notification last week that I've now made a hundred posts

[purplereina11]

🏀 Based after Eleven 🏀

Chapter 11

It started as playful online chemistry with someone unexpected-Alexia Putellas. Flirty banter turned into late-night texts before a heated moment on a club balcony shifted everything.

Now it was post game meet-ups, no-strings friends-with-benefits arrangement. They shared passion, comfort, and the grind of pro sports. But as the season went on, lines blurred.

It was supported to stay simple. These things never do however. Not in professional sports. The option to stay isn't always yours.

Those that follow me will know I've had this for over a month but chose never to post it and wanted to end it the way it did.

But after yesterday I feel we deserve a happy ending 🙈 Enjoy!

Three weeks. Twenty-one days. Five hundred and four hours. Not that you were counting.

Three weeks since Barcelona’s final offer. Three weeks since you walked out of her apartment. Three weeks of silence stretching like a canyon between you.

You hadn't texted. Hadn’t called. Hadn’t even trusted yourself to type her name into your phone. 

You however were back in Barcelona, you were still technically under there contract until it expired next week, so when they invited you to a meeting, you were obligated to arrive.

The draw to Alexia's apartment was unwavering, you couldn't stay away.

It was nearly 7am when you found yourself outside her door again, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might tear free from your chest.

You knocked once. Twice.

When Alexia opened the door, she looked... wrecked. Eyes rimmed red, hoodie swallowing her frame, hair messy like she hadn’t slept properly in days.

Her hand stayed on the door, like she wasn’t sure whether to let you in or shut you out. And to her credit if she was surprised to see you, she wasn't showing it.

You swallowed hard. "Did you mean it?" you asked, voice raw, cracking against the quiet.

Alexia flinched like you’d struck her. Then her face hardened not in anger, but in something heavier. Hurt. Exhaustion. A deep, slow sadness that she didn’t bother hiding anymore. "You’re really asking me that now?" she said, voice rough from too many sleepless nights. "After everything?"

You didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

She shook her head, a bitter, broken laugh escaping her lips. "Yeah," she whispered. "I meant it."

The words hit you harder than you expected, even though you came here begging to hear them.

"But it doesn't matter," she added, stepping back like the space between you was the only thing protecting her now. "You're leaving anyway. You made your choice. and I didn't matter enough to you to even get a goodbye"

You felt your throat close up, the weight of everything pressing in, the things said, the things unsaid, the future already moving like a tide you couldn’t hold back. "I just needed to know," you said quietly.

She stared at you like she was taking you in one last time. Like she knew what was to come next. You nodded once, shaky, small and turned.

You walked away. Alexia didn’t call after you. Didn’t run. She just stood there, silhouetted by the golden apartment light, watching you go.

And you didn’t look back. Because if you did you might not have been able to keep walking.

You got into your car, hands shaking, heart hollow. You sat there for a long time, the engine off, the city breathing around you.

Your phone buzzed in the passenger seat. A reminder from your agent.

Contract signature deadline. Midnight.

You picked it up. Scrolled past the blinking notifications. Opened the document. Stared at the dotted line.

And with one final breath, you turned your car on and left the space outside her building.

--

You thought you were just showing up for another formality. Another polite, cold goodbye at the Barcelona offices. A hug. A handshake. A door quietly closing behind you as your contract came to an end.

Instead, when you walked into the boardroom the CEO was there. Joan Laporta himself.

You froze in the doorway for a second, completely thrown. This wasn’t normal. The CEO didn’t come to player contract meetings, let alone personal ones. He was just there for the formal pictures afterwards usually.

Not unless it mattered. Not unless you mattered? He stood when you entered. Gestured for you to sit.

And for the first time in your career your entire time at Barcelona you weren’t treated like a player whose time was ticking down. You were treated like what you were. The heart of the team.

Laporta didn’t speak right away. Just studied you tired, worn down, shoulders heavy from weeks of pressure.

Then he said, simply, "I owe you an apology."

You blinked, stunned.

"I owe you more than that," he continued, voice steady, sincere. "We all do. This club hasn’t just relied on your talent this past season we built our identity around it. Around your leadership, your resilience, your fight. And we failed to show you what that meant."

He leaned forward, resting his hands flat on the table.

"You gave us history," he said. "And we treated you like you were replaceable."

The silence in the room cracked something open inside you.

"I watched what you did this season," he went on, voice lower now. "And I realised a certain lead of that branch of my club wasn't just about to lose a player. We were about to lose a legacy we could build here with you. Be the bar other teams set themselves against"

He slid a folder across the table toward you. Plain. Unassuming. But heavy with everything you’d been fighting for.

You hesitated then opened it. And your breath caught.

It was more than you'd ever asked for. More than you’d even dared hope for.

Salary. Bonuses. Endorsements. Structural commitments to the women’s program that you knew you had pushed into reality.

Respect. Investment. Security. Everything the WNBA teams had promised you and more.

A future at Barcelona where you weren’t just another player.

You were the player.

Laporta watched your reaction carefully. "If you still want it," he said quietly, "you have a home here. A real one."

You closed the folder slowly, heart slamming against your ribs. "You didn’t have to do this," you said, voice breaking despite yourself.

"No," he agreed. "But you earned it. You deserve it."

You stared at the contract. At the crest on the paper. At the door you thought you had already closed. Your hands were shaking.

"You don’t have to answer now, I'm not putting a deadline on you signing that, you can sign it the morning of the season opener for all I care," Laporta said, standing. "But... I hope you stay."

And then he left, giving you the room, the silence, the space to choose.

For once, no pressure. No threats. Just choice. Real, honest choice.

You looked down at the contract again. And for the first time in days, maybe weeks, you let yourself smile.

--

You didn’t go straight to the airport as planned after the meeting.

You needed to breathe. To process. To feel it before you said it out loud.

So you drove straight to Liv and Maya’s apartment instead, the folder clutched tightly in your hands the whole way like it might vanish if you let it go.

They opened the door before you could even knock properly.

And when they saw the folder saw the Barça crest stamped on it their faces lit up instantly.

Maya snatched it out of your hands with a gleeful squeal. "They've given you a new offer?" Liv tackled you into a hug so tight it almost knocked you back into the corridor.

They tore into the papers, flipping through the contract terms, their eyes growing wider with every page. "Is it better?"

"Holy shit," Maya breathed, holding it up like it was the Holy Grail. "This is insane. This is everything you ever spoke to us about wanting."

Liv's grin stretched so wide it hurt to look at. "You did it. You finally got what you deserve. You got the team what we deserve"

They were buzzing with joy, laughter tumbling out of them. Maya already talking about celebration plans. Liv texting a group chat.

Both of them shining so brightly it almost blinded you.

But you just stood there. Still. Quiet. Heavy.

Maya caught it first. She lowered the contract slowly, her brows knitting together as she really looked at you.

"Wait," she said, voice dipping. "You're not... excited?"

Liv turned too, her smile fading slightly.

You tried. You really did. You tried to mirror their joy, to summon the kind of pride you knew you should feel. Because on paper this was the dream. This was the fight won.

But all you could think about was standing in Alexia’s doorway, asking if she meant it. Hearing her say yes. And walking away anyway, but you hadn't known this was what awaited you in the meeting. 

You swallowed hard, blinking fast.

"I am," you said, but it sounded hollow even to your own ears. "I'm grateful. I just"

You broke off, exhaling shakily, sinking onto their couch with your head in your hands. Liv sat next to you, gentle, careful. Maya crouched in front of you, her hand resting lightly on your knee.

"You got what you wanted," Liv said quietly, putting the pieces together faster than you could.

You nodded, the motion barely there.

"And now you don't know if it matters anymore," Maya finished, her voice soft.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to. Because even with the contract sitting there proof that you’d won something enormous it felt like you’d lost something even bigger.

You leaned forward, elbows digging into your knees, the weight of it all pressing down on your back. Maya and Liv just waited quiet, patient, no jokes now.

You stared at the contract still sitting on the table, the thick paper heavy like a promise you weren’t sure you had the heart to keep.

Finally, you said it. The words you'd been swallowing.

"I don’t know if Barcelona’s the same without her."

Your voice cracked so low they had to lean closer to hear. You lifted your eyes, staring at the contract like it might rearrange itself into an answer.

"I thought I loved this club. I do love this club and the people in it. I thought that was enough." A shaky breath. "But now I’m sitting here with everything I fought for and I’m wondering if it's all too late" You shook your head, laughing bitterly under your breath. "Maybe it was her. Maybe it’s always been her that made me fall in love with this city and without her, do I love it as much? I know I'm being stupid because it was last month I was saying Alexia telling me she loved me was too late.. Ahh my heads fucked"

Liv’s expression softened, heartbroken for you. Maya looked down at the contract, the celebration gone from her face now too.

You rubbed at your chest like you could smooth out the ache there. "I need to know," you continued quietly, "if I could be okay staying here even if she wasn’t in the picture now. If I could love Barcelona enough on my own. I need to be sure I'm staying for me and not for her"

You leaned back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling like it might hold the answer.

"And I don’t know if I can."

The silence stretched, thick and heavy. Maya finally broke it, voice low and careful. "Oh my god.. you love her"

You nodded once. Slow. Certain. "I think I need to tell her because if I don't..." You swallowed hard. "I’d regret it for the rest of my life."

Liv’s hand closed over yours steady, grounding. Maya nudged your knee with hers.

Neither of them said anything about how stupid you were being. Neither of them said anything about how stupid love could be. They just stayed there with you, in the hard, messy, honest middle of it all. 

You stared at your phone for a long time.

Your thumb hovered over her name, heart hammering like it might tear right through your ribs. You could text. You could call. But both felt wrong. Too easy. Too safe.

So instead you hit 'record.' The voice note timer blinked to life. At first, you just breathed. In. Out. Steady. Not steady at all.

Then finally your voice broke through the quiet.

"Hey..."

It was soft. Unsure. Your real voice the one she knew better than anyone else. You swallowed, forcing yourself to keep going.

"I, uh... I just left a meeting at the club. Final meeting for real this time."

A breath. You could already hear it in your own voice the happiness bleeding through, but... guarded. Heavy.

"They offered me a new contract," you said. "It’s... insane, honestly. More than I ever thought I'd get here. Everything I used to tell you I wanted when we stayed up talking after, well, you know... everything I thought I'd have to leave to find."

You paused, letting the honesty settle. Your voice cracked a little when you continued.

"I think I'm going to sign it."

Silence stretched at the edges of your breath. You stared out the window, Barcelona spread beneath the sunset like a secret you weren't ready to let go of. "I thought you should hear it from me. Not from the news. Not from some shitty headline."

Another pause. A longer one. You hesitated then said the part that hurt the most.

"I don't know if it changes anything. Between us, I mean. I’m not expecting it to. I walked away. I understand that. I just... I guess I wanted," you sighed, as you scratched your forehead cringing at yourself, "Maybe I should of done this face to face, anyway yeah, thought you should know... about the contract and uh"

Your voice went even softer, so soft you weren’t sure the mic would catch it.

"I fell in love with you too."

And then because you couldn’t say anything else without falling apart you thumbed the stop button.

You hovered over 'send' for a moment. Then you pressed it. Watched the little grey bubble with your voice inside float across the screen.

And it was gone. Out there. To her. You sat back against the couch, your heart racing, your chest hollow and full all at once.

No reply came. Not right away. Maybe not ever. But that wasn’t the point. You hadn't sent it to get her back. You sent it because she deserved the truth. Because you deserved to say it. You stayed. Whether or not she could still be part of that life—you didn’t know.

--

The hours crawled by after you sent the voice note. You stayed curled up on Liv and Maya’s couch, phone pressed to your chest like it might somehow beat in rhythm with your own frantic pulse.

Nothing.

No typing bubbles. No reply. Not even the ghost of a read receipt.

You told yourself it was fine. You hadn’t sent it for a response you sent it to be honest. Still, every second of silence stretched longer than the last.

Maya eventually nudged you toward eating something. Liv wrapped you in a blanket so you wouldn’t shiver from the cold and maybe from everything else. They kept the TV low in the background, pretending to watch, but you all knew none of you were really paying attention.

Then, just past 8pm, your phone buzzed.

You practically dropped it scrambling to pick it up, breath caught somewhere between hope and panic.

Alexia: Are you free to meet for a drink?

You stared at the screen, heart hammering in your throat.

Liv and Maya froze when they saw your face. You didn’t say anything. You didn’t have to.

Maya just gave you a wide-eyed little nod. "Go."

Liv shoved your shoes toward you without a word, like she was physically willing you out the door.

You barely remembered grabbing your keys, barely remembered breathing, your body moving on instinct as you slipped out into the night.

The streets were cool, the air sharp against your overheated skin as you walked. It wasn’t far. Just a few blocks. And every step closer tightened the knot in your chest a little more.

You spotted her immediately.

Alexia was sitting at an outside table of the little tucked-away bar you both used to sneak off to after games hood up, a half-empty glass of something dark in front of her. She wasn’t hiding. Not really, but she looked smaller somehow. Like the weight of the last three weeks hadn't let her go either.

She saw you the second you turned the corner. For a moment, neither of you moved. Neither of you breathed. Then, slowly, carefully, she lifted a hand and waved you over.

You crossed the street like you were moving through water, every step thick with fear and hope and everything in between. When you reached her table, you didn’t sit right away. You just stood there, heart bare and beating in your throat.

Alexia tilted her head slightly, studying you. Her eyes were soft in a way you hadn’t seen in a long time.

"You stayed," she said quietly.

You nodded, unsure your voice would even work if you tried to use it.

"And you..." she trailed off, mouth tugging into a tiny, almost broken smile. "You told me you love me in a voice note like a total coward."

You laughed choked and watery but real. "Yeah," you said, voice shaking. "I guess I did."

She looked down at her drink for a long moment. Then, pushing it aside, she gestured to the empty chair across from her. "Sit with me?"

You sat.

The silence between you was different now no longer heavy with anger or grief, but something fragile and waiting.

Alexia tapped her fingers against the side of her glass, like she was working up to something. "You hurt me," she said finally. No accusation just truth. "But... you didn’t lie to me."

You swallowed hard. "I never wanted to."

She nodded like she believed you. Like she always had. "I think I was scared too," she admitted, voice so low it almost got lost in the hum of the street around you. "Scared that if I fought you’d leave anyway, but it would hurt more because you knew what I felt but when I did I left it too late"

You pressed your hand flat against the table, needing the grounding.

"I'm still scared," she whispered.

"Ok" you said, your throat thick.

She finally looked up again, and this time there was no wall between you. No armour. Just Alexia. Wrecked and brave and beautiful.

She reached out across the table slow, deliberate and placed her hand over yours. The contact was light. Barely there. But it was everything.

"I don’t know what happens next," she said, voice shaking. "But if you’re still in... I am too."

Your heart cracked wide open. You curled your fingers through hers, holding on as tight as you dared. "I’m in," you whispered.

Alexia smiled a real, trembling, radiant smile and it lit up the night around you. Maybe it wasn’t perfect. Maybe it wasn’t easy, but it was real.

You sat there for a long time, your hands tangled together across the small table, the world shrinking down to just you and her.

It wasn’t until the drinks went warm and the night cooled around you that Alexia pulled back slightly, squeezing your fingers before letting go.

She leaned back in her chair, studying you again with a softness that made your chest ache. "So..." she said slowly, a little smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "This contract."

You blinked, startled. "What about it?"

Alexia tilted her head, teasing but gentle. "You can't just drop a bomb like that and not show me."

You laughed under your breath, nerves and fondness curling tight together. "It's... still in my car, actually."

"Well, go get it, superstar," she said, nudging your foot under the table. Her smile was brighter now, a glint of excitement sparking in her tired eyes.

You hesitated a second longer, still a little overwhelmed by how quickly the air between you had shifted how easy it felt, like finding your way back to an old song you thought you'd forgotten.

But you stood, gave her a mock salute, and jogged back to your car parked around the corner.

When you returned, the folder felt heavy in your hands again.

Not with fear this time but with possibility.

You slid back into your seat, setting the folder carefully in front of her.

Alexia looked at you once, seeking permission, and when you nodded, she opened it.

At first, she flipped through the pages slowly, methodically. Eyes scanning line after line, frown lines deepening as she read. You sat there vibrating with tension, heart in your throat. Then gradually you saw it, her frown disappeared. Her eyebrows shot up. Her lips parted in shock.

"Madre mía..." she breathed, glancing up at you like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. "This is... insane."

You shrugged helplessly, half-smiling. "Yeah."

She went back through the pages, more animated now, flipping faster, her mouth forming half-whispered exclamations at each new clause she found.

Increased salary. Bonuses. Marketing rights. Investment in the women’s side. Commitments to facilities, youth development, community programs. Everything you had fought tooth and nail to even get them to talk about before.

When she finished, she closed the folder slowly, reverently almost, like it was something sacred. Then she looked at you, and her face was everything. Pride. Joy. Wonder.

"You did this," she said, voice thick with emotion. "You didn’t just fight for yourself. You fought for everyone."

You shook your head, overwhelmed. "I didn’t—"

"Yes," she cut you off, fierce now, her hand reaching for yours again across the table. "You did. You changed things."

You felt your throat tighten, tears stinging behind your eyes. You didn’t even realise you were shaking until she squeezed your hand harder.

"I’m so fucking proud of you," she said, raw and real. "You made it better."

You let out a shaky, watery laugh, trying to hold yourself together. But Alexia wasn’t done.

"You’re building something here," she said, leaning closer, forehead almost touching yours. "And Barcelona—this Barcelona—they’re lucky to have you."

You closed your eyes for a second, breathing her in. The warmth of her hand, the steady grounding of her voice. "Its everything and more I thought I'd have to leave to get and achieve, but this way.. I get you to. I should have fought for you the way I did my career. They're both just as equally important, I see that now... If I can still have you? " you whispered.

She pulled back just enough to look at you fully, seriously. "I think," she said softly, "you already know your answer."

You nodded. Slowly. Surely. And the weight in your chest lifted. You folded the folder back up and grinned at her through the messy, hopeful wreckage of it all. "I probably should sort somewhere to live," you said, "I let the lease on the other place run out"

Alexia laughed a sound so full of light it made your heart lurch "You could move in with me," she teased.

You blinked, stunned for a second, your heart stuttering so hard you were sure she could hear it.

"You could move in with me," she repeated, more shy now, like she was only just realising she may actually like what she’d said. A half-smile played at her lips, but her eyes were wide, searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

You opened your mouth then closed it again. Then laughed, breathless and a little disbelieving. "I—are you serious?"

Alexia shrugged, trying to look casual and completely failing. Her cheeks flushed a little under the streetlights. "I mean," she said, fidgeting with the edge of the table, "you basically lived there half the time before anyway."

You stared at her this beautiful, stubborn, terrifyingly brave girl who had already let you in once and was standing there, offering to do it all over again.

Only this time... properly. Fully. No more half-measures. No more silences stretching between you like canyons.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to—" you started.

"I want to," she cut you off gently, reaching out to brush her fingers against your wrist. "I want you to stay. Really stay. Not just in Barcelona. Stay with me."

You felt the breath leave your lungs all at once. "You’re sure?" you whispered, voice small with hope and fear tangled together.

She leaned in, so close now you could feel the heat of her smile against your skin. "I've never been more sure of anything," she murmured.

You closed your eyes for a second, anchoring yourself in the feeling the certainty in her voice, the steady press of her fingers. Then you laughed a bright, broken, happy sound and opened your eyes again. "Okay," you said, your voice shaking with how much you meant it. "Yeah. Okay I'll stay with you."

Alexia grinned wide, real, a little disbelieving too and before you could second-guess any of it, she stood, grabbing your hand and tugging you up from your chair. "Come on," she said, twining your fingers with hers as naturally as breathing.

"Where are we going?" you asked, breathless, letting her pull you along.

She glanced back at you, eyes shining with something wild and hopeful and devastatingly tender. "Home," she said simply.

And for the first time in what felt like forever you finally felt like you had one again. With her. Always with her.

You stood there in the middle of the street, both of you swaying slightly on your feet like you might topple into each other at any second.

"So..." you said, voice soft.

"So," she echoed, a shy smile tugging at her mouth.

And then like something snapped you both moved at the same time lips smashing messily together.

You crashed into each other, laughing, arms wrapping tight around shoulders and waists and anything you could grab. You stumbled back into a wall. Alexia cursed under her breath, steadying you with a strong hand on your back. You pressed your forehead to hers, both of you breathless with laughter and relief and everything spilling loose at once.

"I missed you," you gasped, holding onto her like you were afraid she might vanish.

"I missed you more," she whispered, nose brushing yours.

You tilted your head, heart hammering, and kissed her.

It wasn’t careful or poised it was messy, urgent, teeth clashing, laughter still bubbling between your lips. But God, it was right. The taste of her. The way she fit against you like she was made for it. For you. When you finally broke apart, she rested her forehead against yours again, both of you panting softly in the quiet.

"You’re really staying," she said, almost wonderingly.

"I’m really staying," you promised, voice steady with it now.

She grinned the kind of grin that made your knees weak and tugged you by the hand closer.

There was no rush. No urgency beyond needing to be close. It wasn’t perfect. You both still had scars that hadn’t fully healed. Still had hard conversations ahead. Still had things to rebuild.

But being with each other under the soft glow of the city lights filtering it felt like the beginning of something new. Something real.

Alexia tucked her head under your chin, murmuring against your throat, "I love you"

You smiled, holding her tighter. "I love you" you whispered. You felt her place a lazy kiss to your neck, "Alexia" You held her face between your hands, "I need you to know I'm not still here just because of the contract." you swallowed. "How I feel about you isn't based on what money I have coming in, deciding whether to walk away from you or not was one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make. I didn't say goodbye because I couldn't, I couldn't say goodbye to you. It was too hard to even think of how I could even do that." Alexia reached a thumb up to wipe your tears away, "You know that right?" You wanted Alexia to understand you couldn't just have half of her, long distance was never an option for you, it would have been too hard.

Alexia kissed your lips ever so softly, and moved your hair from your face as her soft gaze held yours, "I know. I spoke to Maya last week" you furrowed your brows, "She thought you would turn America down for me, and stay. That hurt me just as much as the thought of you going. I didn't want you to not achieve everything you'd worked for because of me. I didn't want to hold you back because you were right you would never ask me to choose you over football. So I wasn't about to let you do the same"

You cupped her face and kissed her, Alexia squeezed your hips as she exhaled into the kiss,

"Come on" she whispered, "Let's go home"

🏀

Can we stop hating me now? 😂

[luna-loveboop]

Yo that's a lot right?

Because I can't tell /gen but it feels like a lot. I mean tumblr said holy moly so

Thanks guys :)

[clanoffelidae]

sorry if this is invasive, and feel free to ignore this, but I've seen a few of your posts stating you're working on a threegado human au fic? I have no clue how old these posts are, so I just wanted to ask: "Is it finished? Is it still in the WIP phase? Did you abandon it? (No shame in that I've abandoned hundreds of WIPs) It sounds so good the way you describe it in your posts, and I would love to read it. Best of days to you!

i… literally don’t remember seeing this ask??? this says it was sent in on april 30th but holy shit i have absolutely 0 memory of seeing this before now. usually i spot something in my inbox and adhd brain forgets about it only to later go ‘OH SHI-‘ but i genuinely don’t recall ever seeing this, oh my god i am so sorry for not answering this until now, the notification must’ve gotten eaten or something and i rarely get asks so don’t think to check my inbox. i’m so sorry for taking so long man it wasn’t intentional

and to answer your question it is not abandoned at all but it is still in the wip phase right now yes! it wound up slipping my mind when i got sick and then i’ve been focused on some wips for another fandom lately, but it is very much not abandoned! if you want to come off anon i’d be more than happy to share what i’ve got so far if you like :) i actually made a list a few weeks ago of the wips i wanted to focus on right now and it was on the list, so hopefully i’ll get back around to it soon! ❤️

it’s about little baby jo (like. 4.) meeting these two weird homosexuals at the park and roping them into playing princess knights and dragons with her. here’s a little bit of dialogue that will be included (john smith and victor smith nee magister):

baby jo to her mom: this is victor! he’s an evil mastermind 😳

john: he’s a physics professor

victor: no my phd students agree

(since i presume you probably wouldn’t know anon - i came down with severe covid last christmas that i was very slow to recover from and has left me with some long term damage that i’ve been fighting through, so as you can imagine for a while there fanfiction was the LEAST of my priorities lol. but it’s not as bad as it could’ve been and i survived so i’m thankful for the health i have and there’s no need to worry! it just rather knocked any and all fandom content clear out of my head for a good few months lol)

[murderousjelliebean]

I feel @chapstickman bc my stupid little meme that i made and posted like a month ago EXPLODED last week. As in something like a hundred notes in a single day. I went to bed and when i woke up and got on here i has 99+ notifications. All of them were like or reblogs. It was for a pretty niche community too! There aren't a ton of Cosmere blogs on Tumblr from what I've seen. And yet that stupid meme now has over 150 notes.

so it's been about a week since i've moved from reddit to this god forsaken hell hole (tumblr) and like

i love it

i'm not going back to reddit

my RtT (redditor to tumblrina) transition is complete

i never thought i would say this but this social media (if you can call tumblr one) is actually doing wonders for my mental health

no more doom scrolling

actually interacting with humans that are just as weird as me (feel free to talk to me)

not being afraid of being myself

yeah...

i'm home.

[stcveskent]

their little miracle; chris evans

pairings: chris evans x reader

warnings: fluff and a bit of swearing

request on wattpad

_____

its been 8 months,since you heard that you would be giving a little miracle of yours and chris, soon. You still remember the day when both of you saw the baby for yhe first time, as it moved around your belly.

you remember how Chris held your hand when he saw your baby, and said, "it's ours" while crying, you remember the day when he found out it was a baby girl, and he was so happy, and when he told his family about it, they were crying too, because their son's dream came true. Since then he never left your side. Well, he haven't announced it on the internet too . He used to talk to your baby, late at nights, when she won't let you sleep, by endless kickings.

"Hey honey, don't do that to Mama." He says, slowly, and calmly as you laid down next to him, and his hands on your belly rubbing it gently.

"I won't leave your side, y/n." He whispered softly and kissed you. During those times, when Chris got intimate with you, for eg, he would kiss you more often, and lay next to you all the time, hold your hands all the time, you used to blush alot, as if it was a school crush, you could say it was the hormones.

"i love you so much." He says and you smile.

"I love you too and more." You reply and he wraps his arm around you, and kiss your head, and then you gasped as soon as your baby kicks you, because you were giving all the attention to her daddy and not her and even daddy didn't give her attention.

"alright baby, i love you too." He says as he keeps a hand on your belly and you laughed at how your daughter already had control over her Dad, even before her birth.

your smile grew wider, as all those thoughts came to your mind, and Chris noticed how you were smiling, and thinking about some things. He smiled looking at how adorable you looked.

"what're you smiling at, sweetheart." He asks as he comes closer, and kisses you gently.

"thinking of how our girl, already has control over her dad." He smiles as he heard you, it was a very different feeling for both of you.

"Well, trust me, the queen has more control than the princess." He says referring to you and you roll your eyes.

"oh stop!" You said as both of you chuckled, just then, to ruin the moment his phone rang. He groaned, and you laughed at him.

"Always messing up my moments, with my queen." He said, and you blushed at how he made you feel so good.

"Chris, i'm sorry to call you now." His manager spoke, as chris answered.

"No its fine, Joshua? what did you need?" He replied.

"Well, the agency has been calling up alot, for your photo shoot, and i tried to decline it, because you wanted to stay with your wife, but they aren't listening , and said you're their hope."

"alright fine! I'll do it."

"ah thank god!! I'll arrange the dates and timing and inform you."

"Alright!" Chris says as he ends the conversation and looks at you, smiling.

"What's wrong?" You asked

"I have to stay away from you for a couple of hours."

"and what would be the reason?" You asked as he sits next to you and pull you closer to him, and you put your head on his shoulder.

"There's this photo shoot they need me to do it and I honestly don't wanna stay away from you, even if its for a couple of hours, you're now close to your date, I can't just leave you here all alone, when you'd need me." He spoke.

"Chris, i'll be fine, you're worrying too much, babe. I can manage on my own, honey!"

"I know you can, i just don't want to be away from you and our daughter." You smiled as he said that, how your daughter's and his bond was so strong.

"babe!!" You squeeled and hugged him and he kissed you multiple times. Just then the phone rings and he groans again.

"Its the agency, i'll have to take it, i'm so sorry!!"

"Its fine, honey." You said and he answered the call, going into the living room to talk while you watched some TV

"Thank you so much, Chris for joining us!" He said and chris smiled.

"The pleasure is all mine!"

"Is there any arrangements we can do for you?" Just as those words left his mouth, he smiles thinking of an idea.

"Yes! Could i get my wife with me? I want her to be next to me."

"Ofcourse sir! It's our pleasure to have her with us, and we can have some couple photoshoot too!"

"Thank you! See you, soon!" He says and walks to you.

Chris comes back to you and tells you that he's made arrangements for you to come with me, you denied at first but he made you to agree to it, typical christopher  and then the day comes when you had to go with him. You were nervous about something which he had completely forgot about. Announcing about your little miracle.

As soon as both of you entered, the photographers welcomed you both so warmly, and as expected they were shocked by the news, and they were happy for both of you.

As soon as chris finished his part of the work, you two had to pose together, it was all cute with him, and then the photographer requested that you should have a photo or two of your own with your bump and Chris happily agreed to it.

Just after you completed your work, you told Chris, that now seems to be the right time to tell everyone about it. No , only family and some of his close friends knew about this, so he was just concerned about how his fans and co workers would annouce, but you knew things would fall back into a perfect position.

"I posted it." He said and breathed.

"i did too!" You said and smiled.

Just a second later, yours and his phone were filled with notifications, hundreds to thousands, and all were really happy about it, because all of them understood that this was Chris's dream and you could only turn into his reality.

a week or two has passed, Chris had to go through a lot of press , and interviews where the main interest was your pregnancy. As you waited for him to get over with the last interview for the month, and after that he promised he'd take a break, he comes to you.

"How was it?" You asked as he kissed you and sat next to you.

"It was good, i was happy to tell them, how you made me happy, and they obviously wanted you, but i said you were resting."

"Thank you —*gasps* oh shit!" You said and his eyes came out if his eye sockets.

"Baby what happened?!"

"She's coming omg!! My water broke!!!" You said and he panicked, he was roaming around the house finding the baby bag, and you felt contractions, which were going on for a day which you tried to ignore.

"Chris where the fuck are you?!" You yelled, as the contractions hit you again.

"I found it!! Let's go." He said as he helped you get up and rush you to the hospital, through out the ride he didn't leave your hand, and just made you breathe, but it was true, when you're about to give birth, your temper loses, and poor Chris had to listen.

Now you were in the waiting room, with him and yours and his family started to visit you both.

"Hey!" Your mom said and rushed to hug you as you breathed.

"Hey Mom! I'm good? Are you?" You asked and she laughed at you.

"I know, the temper, i gave birth to three kids!" She said and hugged Chris, and he chuckled and stopped as soon as you gave him a death glare.

"come on! my little girl needs a break, how are you feeling honey?" Your dad says and you roll your eyes.

"P A I N!" You said and then your siblings laugh at you.

"Y/n , for real, you need to calm down, also guess what i already have done half of the preparations for my niece!!" your brother says while your sister argues with him that it was she who did it, and that made you laugh, and Chris smile looking at you.

His mother stayed longer with you but then you told her to go, because she looked tired, and she agreed, time passed and you were ready to deliver the baby, Chris started to breathe heavily, he was nervous, more than you.

"Its gonna be fine, babe!" You said and he nods

"I'll be next to you the whole time." He says and you nod.

Slowly the doctors start to give you instructions to how to push till they count till 10 and you agree to it, clearly understanding their instructions.

"Push!" They said and you pushed while your groaned and your grip on chris's hand tightened.

"You're doing amazing honey!" He encouraged and honestly, that made you stay strong till the end.

Just few more pushes later, the cries of your baby girl were heard and you sighed as both of you burts into tears. They laid your little miracle on top of you as Chris adored both of you, he starts to wipe his tears, and the doctor takes your little girl away.

"No where are you taking her!" Chris says and you chuckled at him.

"they're cleaning her, she'll be back soon, with us." You said and he looked at you with  a smile.

"You did so good today!" he says and you smiled at him.

"It wasn't possible without you." You said and he shook his head.

"You're the most strongest women i've ever seen, and  how beautiful you look today! Your glowing baby!" He says and you laugh as he pressed his lips onto yours in a sweet and filled with love kiss.

"I love you so much." He says

"I love you more!" You reply and they bring the baby back to you, and Chris holds her, tears falling from his eyes, as he met his daughter.

"She's so beautiful just like her Mama!" He says and you feel your tears falling.

"Daddy loves you and your Mama so much! He'll do everything to protect both of you!" He says as he holds her in his arms and kisses her multiple times on her head.

"Okay now, Mama also needs attention!" You said and he laughed and kissed you again, and just then you met your family, already waiting and excited to greet their grand child, neice and goddaughter.

Yours and Chris's mother couldn't hold back tears and were crying with joy, while Scott hugged you and cried and you were crying because he was crying , which made everyone laugh and later Scott Shanna, Carly and your siblings already started giving suggestions for the baby names for your little miracle.

It was the best day of your life, you for the first time witnessed how one life can bring so much happiness to so many people, and you were only concerned about your husband, who was on cloud 9 because of his happiness and you couldn't stop smiling because of him. You won't be able to forget this day ever!

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done with your request!!hope you liked it❤️

also, but Daddy!Chris is making me cry😭😭

[warrior-u-preservation]

Interview with The Path Podcast (Full written responses)

(Note: The interview itself will be different, since mod myne represented both mods on the podcast. However, this includes our full feelings on the questions that were provided to us.)

Who are you and how did you end up walking the path of a "warrior u" writer/comic creator?

Myne: I go by worldismyne for fandom related pursuits.

I'd like to clarify that Aisha Thani is the creator of Warrior U. Just like multiple people have written for Stan Lee's creations, I'm just a writer who's received permission from the creator to distribute and monetize works within her universe.

I've been in the WU fandom since 2014; at that time Aisha made the comic, ran an in character ask blog, a concept art blog and the main blog. I can only imagine how much work that was. A hard drive crash killed about 6 or so pages of Ambrosia, the last story arch she was working on; three weeks worth of updates up and gone. I watched writer’s block take hold and kill my favorite series in real time. Having to go back and redo work she’d already done had given her time to look at it and go ‘I can’t post this, this is awful’, but by then all of us were waiting for the next update for over a month, she couldn’t go back and rewrite the entire arch. It didn’t help that this was the origin story for a fan favorite character, so there was all this pressure to make it perfect. Instead, after about six artists made fan comics to feed the hungry fandom… she announced the end. The website, the blogs, one by one they all ran into issues and got shut down. Hundreds of pieces of art and story concepts just… lost. Once the comics were rereleased on gumroad, that was it, the fandom slowly died. Before this project, the last time the creator posted new content was in 2017. Then in the middle of the pandemic, out of nowhere I get 70+ notifications from Coffee reblogging the pieces of art I had saved from the old blog, including drafts from the unfinished issues. 

Coffee: well, i go by coffee online, im 20 years old and when im not working on my various personal projects i work part-time. i was introduced to warrior u WAYY back in the day (i think i was like 9-ish?) by my brother who found out about it through some unknown and mysterious ways. back then i had very limited internet access (meaning i could only visit sites that could be loaded by the internet app on my nintendo dsi), so i pieced together a bit of a plot from what i could find on google images. i wasnt able to fully read the comic until i was 13 (i had to BEG my mom to pay for the pdfs lol), but it had kinda always existed in the back of my mind ever since i was introduced to it. i decided a little over a year ago to start out the tumblr blog because i had recently read through the comic again and was really sad about just how hard it is (or i guess WAS now) to find a lot of things related to the comic. as the name of the blog suggests, its original purpose was to preserve/archive warrior u stuff so it could be more accessable to your average internet user who might not wanna go digging through internet archives. it was originally for official content EXCLUSIVELY, but myne talked me into also including fan-made content (and im glad he did, its WAY harder to find some fan content than i remember it being just a few years ago). its kinda hard to tell how good of a job it does at BEING that archive, but i like to think it could be useful to someone out there.

i had toyed with the idea of finishing the last official story arc- ambrosia- near the beginning of the blogs lifespan, but i knew that it was too big of a project for me to do myself. i didnt wanna dissapoint people by leaving the ALREADY unfinished arc STILL unfinished. i had written in the "about" section of the blog that the dream was a full fandom revival, but i didnt actually expect that to happen. when myne joined the blog we eventually started playing with the idea of finishing ambro. i forget how exactly we officially decided we would do it, but we did! at some point near the beginning of ambro, we had also decided we were gonna write our own fan-arcs and post those too, and the rest is history!

What was it about warrior u that made you say "this is it. i need to make more content of this."

Coffee: honestly? i think it was just how much i enjoy introducing people to the comic. i already make tons of fan content on my own time, so that wasnt really the crazy part. i had shown a couple of my mutuals the comic after i re-read it, and the feeling of seeing other people actually talk about and even make ART of warrior u was absolutely surreal. i guess thats what happens when you just silently admire a dead fandom for years LMAO! another big part of it was HOW the comic ended. after taking a hiatus, the creator ended the comic mid-arc because creating it just wasnt enjoyable anymore, and thats obviously completely fair. however, the arc it ENDED on was elaborating on the backstory of one of (if not THE) most popular characters at the time (and my personal favorite), so i had always wished that the issue could have been finished. its kinda hard to put into words, but finishing ambrosia was like a love letter to the comic and its creator to me. as flawed as the plot of that arc may be (and as unsatisfied with it as the creator was, at least back then) i still felt like it deserved to be finished. it was like fixing an old toy from your childhood, i felt like we were taking care of the comic in a way, giving it the love it deserves. maybe thats just my tendency to personify objects and get overly attached to them coming through, but hey thats how it is sometimes LMAO

Myne: When the comic was still on hiatus after the harddrive crash, some people had asked Aisha if she wanted to hand the series over to other artists to help her. She said she wouldn’t even know where to begin that process or if she’d wanted to do it. I would have offered then, but my skills as an artist and a writer weren’t nearly as strong. I held onto the drafts thinking, one day I’d do it. 

Myne: After Coffee and I started talking I realized, I can do it now. I know what kind of style of pens were used, and I whipped up a page, just the line art and sent to Coffee as a thank you. I thought, it isn’t much, and it’ll take me forever to color everything, but if there’s one person willing to read it, I’ll try. When I explained how difficult it’d be for me to color, he offered to do it for me. Suddenly a page that would take a month for just me to do on my own took 3 days.

Myne: Something, that seemed like a monumental task became a realistic goal. We were able to find, restore, and edit 45 pages within a few months. I’m still amazed we were able to do weekly updates without missing a day. Coffee asked if I’d ever be willing to write fan issues while we were working, not realizing I was the author of the longest fics in the series. Of course I said yes. Seeing Warrior U get finished, even through fan creation, was something I’d wanted to see for years.

You're from Az right, how is the webcomic weeb culture over there as opposed to california?

Myne: Idk about much about Cali, I've noticed the cons are more... professional? Where as Arizona cons have more of a fanclub vibe. Most panels are hosted by your fellow nerds rather than sony or production companies. I will say, that it's become more common and widespread in the last ten years, with multiple anime specific events year round. Back when I was a kid, I'd get made fun of for drawing 'japanese' people all the time.... it was pokemon fanart... Where as nowadays, I feel the average kid recognizes most big name titles thanks to hulu and such. 

What are your favorite anime/manga/webcomics and do any inspire your work?

Coffee: not really an anime, manga, or webcomic, but ive always been super inspired by the "scott pilgrim" series. when i was in middle school i was SUPER into it, reading all the behind the scenes stuff i could find. it even made me look into "comic illustrator" as a career option, but i also did the same thing with "game designer" and "animator" so yknow. as for webcomics, the only one i ever really got into was homestuck. side note- the overlap of oldschool homestuck fans and warrior u fans is FASCINATING to me. my current theory is that all these tumblr kids were looking for other webcomics to read while homestuck was on one of its MANY hiatuses(?) and so a bunch of them flocked to warrior u! theres tons of homestuck crossover content and references in fan art on our blog (some of the art styles also look homestuck-ajacent) so its at least clear that a lot of fans back then were also really into homestuck. ANYWAYS other than that i havent really read many other webcomics tbh? weird considering i MAKE one now but what can i say, im more of a Gamer than anything lol. as for anime, my favorite is easily keroro gunso (or sgt. frog if youre using the dub name)! its another thing i discovered when i was young (this time i was like 8) and have just never gotten over. theres a lot of Questionable stuff in it (prime example is an adult alien being madly in love with a 14 year old girl) but if i dont look at canon its not real so i love it anyways <3.i honestly dont know how many people really know about it since the western fanbase is so small, but its like HUGE in japan (or at least it was at one point, the titular keroro has a cameo in lucky star as a keychian) and the manga is still running to this day iirc. it was created by mine yoshizaki and the basic premise is that a platoon of frog-like aliens come to earth to take it over but they really suck at it. they begin living with humans and from there its kind of a mix between a slice-of-life and monster-of-the-week anime. i cant really say anything in depth about the manga because ive only read the first 5 issues of it, which are basically the same as the anime (fake fan smh), but ive heard that it gets more mature and serious than the anime does (which i guess is bound to happen when it goes on for so long). also the manga has some ecchi moments and blood used for slapstick purposes so if anyone wants to check it out just keep that in mind lol.

Myne: Obviously Warrior U. I'm a bit of a visual novel fiend, so Danganronpa is a series I've found a lot of inspiration from over the years. More recently  Though for the comic, I draw mostly from late 80s / early 90s high fantasy. Things like Labyrinth and Robinhood: Men in Tights. Honestly anytime I get stuck trying to come up with a gag, I look to Mel Brooks. 

So in continuing someone else's work, do you feel a sense of pressure to be just as good as the original?

Coffee: i definitely felt that way when it came to ambrosia, but i feel a lot less pressure when it comes to our upcoming issues. i wrote and made thumbnails for a few small scenes in ambro and i was SO SCARED of those scenes being noticably worse than the rest of the issue. i know the original creator has seen our version of ambro and those scenes by extention, but i dont know her exact thoughts on them. im satisfied with them but theres probably always gonna be that kinda star-struck stage feeling at the thought of the creator reading the scenes i wrote. its like getting stage fright. for our upcoming issues i dont feel as much pressure because theyre fully fan-written. our comics arent official in any sense of the word and theyre basically just fanfiction with extra steps, so its not nearly as stressful as trying to tie together an "official" story. there definitely WOULD be that pressure if we were ever given the rights to warrior u or something (which i dont want to happen) because then it WOULD be official yknow? also if the creator decides to keep up with what we post ill feel a bit more pressure, but i get the feeling that she wants to distance herself from warrior u a bit so im not sure how likely that would be.

Myne:  I do. Partially because, the fan content we’re making is completely free while the original series is purchasable on gumroad. So there’s a chance that some people may start with what we’re working on, then go backwards to the original.  I'm hyper aware of the tonal shift that's about to happen, no matter how much I try, I can't perfectly emulate someone else's writing style. The best I can do is capture the spirit of it. I just keep repeating "it doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to be". It's a little harder taking that advice now that it's my scripts we're turning into issues. There is some freedom in knowing the series was never meant to be perfect though.

What drove you to writing the longest fanfiction for the series and how did it feel to be recognized and promoted by the original creator?

Myne: When I was younger, I would write fanfic instead of paying attention in class, and I really wanted a full story about the leads getting together. Knowing that the creator was reading every fanfic at the time added more fuel to the fire. I had a guaranteed audience, the audience. I was so grateful that she recommended it to other fans. That fic was 25k, I've written about 100 K in the last year to help maintain interest in addition to new pages to the comic. To that I blame hyperfixation and hiatus brain. You have to be the biggest fan of the thing you're making.

So i see the that most of your work including the webcomic Warrior U is on tumblr why did u choose to promote om tumblr as opposed to other webcomic outlets like webtoons, mangadex etc?

Coffee: the answer to this one is actually pretty simple; i already had a warrior u blog and tumblr is the social media/blogging site that im most familiar with! we have recently started using comicfury and tapas, but that was entirely mynes idea. im personally pretty content with just hanging out in my little corner of the internet so any attempts to expand or get the word out is mostly (if not entirely) mynes doing LOL!

Myne: It's interesting you bring up those two actually. Webtoons recently come under fire for being pretty crummy to it's indie comics, particularly if you write in any genre other than romance. Mangadex is a pirating website, so most of the comics there are fan translations rather than uploads from the creators : they had a pretty bad data breach a few years back too. At first we only had permission from the creator to upload on tumblr. Once we got permission to move forward with the fanmade run, we branched out to tapas and comicfury. They seemed like the best options for the genre and style we write in. Even still, we see about double the growth in readership on tumblr as opposed to the other outlets, and I think that's mostly because the blog updates daily, even though we only publish one page a week.

Do you have any plans on creating your own webcomic/manga?

Coffee: yes and no. i sometimes draw small fan comics and id like to make more polished and "finished" ones in the future, but nothing with any kind of overarching plot, at least not in the near future. i have a very hard time making original content for whatever reason. i DO have one (1) personal project that is completely original, but i plan on making a game with that. then again i have NO idea what im doing with that project anymore so who knows, maybe one day i WILL decide to turn it into a comic! only time will tell…

Myne: I have a visual novel I'm working on. It's about teen super villains that have to go to reform school. Think teen titans meets gifted kid burnout. The game's been in development hell since our first alpha build and writing about apocalyptic civil unrest wasn't as fun as it was pre 2020. We're about 200k into the draft for the full game and we're having to switch engines, which means cutting a bunch of features, but we're slowly getting there. If that fails, I'll try adapting the story into a comic.

To those people who will see this and decide to strut down the path of comic creation what is some advice you can give them?

Coffee: i think the most HELPFUL advice i could give would be this: you dont have to do everything by yourself. i personally have taken tons of inspiration from indie artists/game designers/etc. some prime examples of this are daisuke amaya aka pixel (who created cave story) and toby fox (who created undertale and deltarune), who both made incredible pieces of art that were defining to me as a person when i discovered them either entirely alone or almost entirely alone. you hear stories all the time of these great pieces of art being made by one or two people, and ive always wanted to be like that. as a result ive alwasy had a hard time reaching out for help when it comes to my art, feeling like if i cant do it all alone that itll never be as good as it could be. as a result though, all this mindset does is keep things from actually getting done and needlessly stress you out. NONE of the warrior u comics would exist if i had never gotten help from myne, and the blog would have probably gone inactive a LONG time ago too. i think thats the biggest lesson ive learned from this whole thing personally. theres absolutely no shame in working with a team of people if thats what needs to happen to see a project be realized.

Myne:  One, try not to put more than 8 panels on a page, that's helped me a bunch with page layout. And two, find someone you can show your work to. That can be a friend, a mutual online, a family member; as long as you have that one person asking "what happens next" you can keep writing. The stories/comics I have that are the longest are because of that. 

What inspires your art and what would u say you consider your style to be?

Myne: Invader Zim, Danganronpa, and Pacthesis have heavily influenced my art style. (pacthesis made a series of free dating sims on deviant art). I've always considered my art style to be pretty shoujo manga, but lately some of my pieces have been labeled too western for weeb spaces.

What advise can you give the next person who wants to draw art and share it with the world?

Coffee: i give the same advice to everyone i meet that says theyre thinking of making art in any form, and i mean it from the bottom of my heart: DO IT! im so in love with art of all kinds and the process of creating it, and i think that getting into any creative hobby is nothing but a good thing and i deeply believe that everyone should do it. whether you wanna draw, write, make music, develop games, sculpt, knit, etc, do it! quality doesnt matter at all, you can make the most technically awful thing in the world but as long as you enjoyed the process of creating it then it still has value. dont be nervous about your art being good enough. if you dont want to share it then you arent obligated to! i dont share like 90% of the stuff that i make but i still create art almost every single day! recently my qpp (queerplatonic partner) has gotten into drawing and im SO happy for them. they primarily use mspaint and a mouse to draw and their art is SO adorable and i love it so much, and im not just saying that because i love them. it doesnt matter what skill level you start at or what tools you have, you can always start making art. and dont compare the art that you make to others art, which i know from experience is a VERY easy trap to fall into. i dont have as much to say about that point because im not as passionate about it but uhhh yeah :3

Myne: Social media algorithms are not going to make you happy; no matter how well you play the game and low engagement does not mean you're a bad artist. If you keep posting and talking to other artists, you'll find your audience.

So at wonder con where we met ylu were cosplaying power from chainsaw man with a group of girls who were cosplaying other chainsaw characters. Do you girls normally group up and cosplay and if so how did you get into it?

Myne:  I was born into cosplay. My parents were gamers and cosplayers, and I started picking my own characters to cosplay when I was 14. I started getting more into it in college when I could find other people to cosplay with, it wasn't until this year I started aiming for photoshoots. I tend to be in at least one large group cosplay a con, and bring a different costume every day.

What was your favorite cosplay you've done?

Myne: It's a toss up between Persona 5 Joker and Alluring Secret Rin. Those were the ones I put the most work in that still hold up. Though I'm currently working on Eris from the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, and that may overtake them.

Have you ever thought to cosplay someone from Warrior U?

Myne:  I do actually! I've cosplayed as the main character Finn a few times. I really like taking simplified designs from comics/cartoons and turning them into heavily detailed looks. '

Where do you see warrior u being in 5 years from now?

Coffee: man, honestly if were STILL working on this project 5 years from now that would be CRAZY. this is already the longest ive worked on a single project before, along with being the most ive ever gotten DONE for a project, so thinking about what it could be like in 5 years is like. WOW. by that point we would have archived most (if not ALL) of the older stuff we could find, so our blog would probably just be new pages and fan interaction if were still going! the dream is still for a full fandom revival, and weve already got a small active fanbase (of like 5 people but still) so who knows, maybe that dream will be a reality?

Myne: We have at least 3 years worth of story drafted and lined up, and even more outlined. So ideally still updating. By then, we'll have some physical releases of the finished arcs that we've written available for purchase online and at select events. The creator has said she has no interest in making physical releases of the original run. I'd love for that to change, but I respect her decision and I won't press the matter. I'm just grateful we have permission to sell anything we make using her characters. 

If you could go back in time 5 years, what advice would you give yourself?

Coffee: 15 and 16 were ROUGH ages for me tbh. i wont get into it because its super personal, but i was struggling with a lot and just generally not having a very good time. i think the best advice i could give to myself would just be that like. things will eventually get better. no matter how dark or hopeless things may be, theres always a silver lining and a light at the end of the tunnel. now if 15 year old me would have taken that to heart is a whole DIFFERENT question, but thats what i would say. 16 was like right before i (finally) started getting treatment for my mental health, so i think considering everything thats what i would say.

Myne: So many bad things happened during those five years, but… I wish I knew what burnout felt like, so I could recognize it. I have this tendency to put my self worth into “how much have you done today”, so once I started working full time and my father passed,  I couldn’t recognize that I was physically and emotionally exhausted some days and needed rest, so I’d just punish myself mentally for not being more motivated. You shouldn’t need permission to rest, and I felt like I had to. It’s healthy to ‘nothing’ sometimes, especially if you’re dealing with things you have no control over.

Coffee: thank you for interviewing myne and i for your podcast :D!! its absolutely wild to think that ive done anything interview-worthy and yet here we are! for anyone thats interested in the comic because of this, i also emplore you to go check out the creators current comic "si3lah" (pronounced like si-ayn-lah i think? the 3 is a stand-in for an arabic letter) on gumroad! it deserves way more attention than it currently has and you should 100% go support the original creator if you like the stuff we do (wink wink).

[headaching]

hey beck!! how abt dizzy on the comedown? i'm in love with the two excerpts you posted 🥺 the mailee one specially! now that i think abt it, i'm almost 100% sure i've never read any mailee fic, so thank you very much for your writing <3

thank you so so much! the mailee fic is painfully close to being finished 💘here's the excerpt from dizzy on the comedown

One night, a couple weeks before Sokka and Zuko moved into their apartment, Zuko fell asleep while they were still on video call. Sokka looked up from his game controller to his phone and found him slumped over in his bed lifelessly.

“Zuko?” he asked, then again at a louder volume once he paused the game and picked up his phone. Zuko didn’t stir.

Sokka smiled at his screen and watched for a moment, wondering if he should hang up. Decidedly, Sokka brought his phone with him as he got ready for bed, just in case Zuko woke up. Back in his room, Sokka rigged his phone charger so he could use it while resting the phone against the wall.

Before he turned off his lamp, Sokka whispered, “Good night, Zuko.” Not a single night of the summer had passed without Sokka saying it, and he wasn’t about to give that up.

When Sokka awoke, his eyes made contact with a black screen, to his admittedly unjustified disappointment. He checked the time and saw it was past ten, so Zuko had surely been up for hours.

The only notification on his home screen was a text from Zuko: “Sorry.” Sokka smiled at the formal capitalization and punctuation as he crafted his response.

“all good. it was kinda nice??” Sokka’s thumb hovered over the send button before finally pulling the trigger.

Zuko’s reply only took a minute or two. “Yeah. Talk to you tonight?” Sokka rolled his eyes, but he knew better than to expect any tone indication while texting Zuko.

“you know it!”

Over twelve hours later, when Zuko yawned loudly and laid his head on his pillow, Sokka asked, “Tired?” Zuko didn’t open his eyes or change his position, but nodded and made an adorably sleepy noise. Thankful Zuko couldn’t see his nervous expression, Sokka implored, “Should we call it a night?”

Zuko sat upright and squinted at his screen. “I don’t know…” he said in a prompting way, his downturned eyes an indication of embarrassment.

“Or,” Sokka filled in like it was his own suggestion, “we could do what we did last night?”

“Really?” Zuko asked flatly, but Sokka’s nod was encouraging.

“Yeah. Like I said, it was nice.”

“You said it was kinda nice,” Zuko corrected, crossing his arms stubbornly, “and you used two question marks.” Sokka laughed; this was all the tone indication he needed.

“Yeah, that means I one hundred percent thought it was nice. Keep up,” Sokka teased, and Zuko scowled at him.

He grumbled something like, “Makes no sense,” but it was too low for Sokka to be sure.

“What about you?” Sokka asked curiously, and Zuko looked up with furrowed brows.

“What about me?”

“Did you think it was nice?” Sokka poorly disguised a smirk. “Or just kinda nice with two question marks?” Zuko breathed that easy laugh Sokka grew prouder of each time he heard. When Zuko was done shaking his head at him, Sokka added much more seriously, “Or not nice at all?”

“No,” Zuko said quickly, then picked his phone up from whatever he had it propped up on to hold it closer to his face. He looked at Sokka with earnestly and added, “It was nice.”

Sokka asked, “Were you surprised when you woke up?” and attempted to sound like he hadn't been thinking about it all day.

“Kind of,” Zuko replied, then bit his lip. “I remember lying down last night and thinking I should let you go, but you were playing your game and…” Zuko bit back his words once more, and for the millionth time that summer, Sokka wished they were speaking in person.

“And?” Sokka repeated softly.

“I don’t know. I closed my eyes, and listened to you yelling at the game, and it was weirdly comforting?” A sticky warmth spiked through Sokka’s bloodstream. “That never really happens. I don’t just fall asleep like that.”

“Oh,” Sokka said, resisting the urge to ask why not.

Zuko seemed to choose his next words carefully, “When I woke up and saw you sleeping, I was definitely surprised, then.”

“Why?”

“I thought you would’ve hung up.”

“I thought about it,” Sokka admitted. “I wasn’t sure if you would’ve thought it was weird.”

When Zuko automatically confirmed, “Not weird,” Sokka’s blushing cheeks found no refuge from Zuko’s now fully awake stare.

“Not weird. Not kinda nice,” Sokka agreed and relished their shared smile. “It was comforting for me, too.”

“It was?”

“Yeah. I think I sleep better knowing someone’s there if I need them,” Sokka said slowly, then straight into Zuko’s pixelated eyes, “or if they need me.”

Moments of silence crept by, and Sokka could hear Zuko’s heavy breath. His lips parted and he whispered, “I…” He sighed in exasperation, then tried again, “I…” Sokka didn’t need him to say it.

“I know." Sokka assured. "Me, too.”

Zuko gave a reprieved nod and smile. Sokka once again couldn’t contain a grin of his own, and he didn’t want to. “Alright,” Zuko said, seeming unsure of what else to say.

“Why don’t we hang up and get ready for bed, then you can call me back,” Sokka suggested.

“Okay,” Zuko agreed, and the call was over.

Sokka stared at his home screen in shock, then his thumbs were typing a quick text, “you didn’t say goodbye? rude :(”

Zuko’s reply didn’t come until Sokka was brushing his teeth. “I’m calling you again in five minutes?”

With his toothbrush still in his mouth, Sokka typed, “still rude!”

Zuko’s reply was immediate, “Bye,” and almost caused Sokka to choke on his spit.

Sure enough, not five minutes later, Sokka was sitting upright in his bed answering a video call from Zuko.

"Hey," Zuko murmured when Sokka answered. He was lying in his bed with the comforter pulled up to his neck; he seemed ready to fall asleep at any moment.

Satirically wounded, Sokka asked, "Oh, so you're capable of greetings, but not goodbyes?"

Zuko rolled his eyes throughout the entire time he spoke. "Sokka," he said, making a mockery of politeness, "I'm so very sorry I hung up on you without saying goodbye. There will be shame on my family for a thousand years."

Sokka howled a laugh and watched as Zuko shook his head at him, but he was laughing, too. "And not a minute less," Sokka warned, then climbed under his covers and adjusted them under his arms.

When Sokka was settled, Zuko was quick to mutter, “Goodnight,” and turn to face the wall, obstructing himself from Sokka’s view.

“Night,” Sokka replied, but watched Zuko curiously as his head peeked over his shoulder.

“Love you,” he murmured, and Sokka’s heart was working overtime.

Before Zuko could second guess himself, Sokka assured, “Love you, too,” and Zuko was facing the wall again.

Sokka watched Zuko's unmoving silhouette, stunned, the words reverberating around his skull like little lightning zaps. Sokka's mind ambled to their first and only other admittance of love, and how it was initiated by Sokka in the dark under the guise of drunkenness.

There, in Sokka's bed, he was the farthest from Zuko he had ever been physically, and Zuko decided to tell him he loved him. Sokka's rapidly coursing veins, his constricting lungs, his interminable imagination all wanted to know, Why?

The answer would not come that night, or perhaps ever, Sokka was afraid. But he reconciled with his curiosity, put it to bed, and greeted the wash of wholeness left in its place like it had always been there. Maybe it has, Sokka decided, and let it carry him into a dream.

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[soldierallen]

Married. 5

Summary: you're in love with Sebastian and you're one of his three best friends however he finds a women he loves and marries her.

Featuring: Chris Evans, Alexandra Daddario, Robert Downey Jr, Tom Holland, (Henry Cavill & Anthony Mackie on the phone/ in a flasback) Sebastian Stan.

Warnings: a very villainous Alexandra, probably a few curse words?

Part 4:

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"I'm sorry I called I didn't know who else to go to" she paced her living room, the quiet settling in Chris looking at her as she paced and explained

"Its okay I'm always here for you, you know that" he smiled a reassuring smile at her he knew she needed the reassurance when she called.

she hated asking for help she wanted to be independent do everything herself however that wasn't easy for her when she was always shy and an only child she never had anyone growing up until she was 11, met Chris they became the bestest friends then soon met Anthony, a year later they met Henry and Sebastian.

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"Okay I've made a big mistake a huge one" she looked at the four boys on the couch pacing back and fourth they followed her with their eyes

"What did you do?" Anthony asked

"I told my grandmother I had a boyfriend so she could stop setting me up on dates with her friends grandsons you gotta help me" she stopped pacing, her knee bounced up and down waiting for someone to stoop in save the day, crickets.

"Oh thanks guys FUCK" she nervously fixed her hair in an angry ponytail

"There's a guy I know that would love to take you" Chris said, the other three not following because well they didn't know who he was talking about

"I have a friend named Tom he owes me a favor" Chris said tapping his fingers on the arm chair

"You're serious? He's human right?" She asked

"Yes I'll ask him when I get home" she hugged Chris

A day had passed and he introduced them

"Y/n this is Tom Holland, Tom this is Y/n y/l/n" they shook hands "it's nice to meet you" "You're even more beautiful in person" Tom blurted out she blushed profusely he was a charmer.

"Whatever you need, I'm ready to do it no excuses" he said, Chris smiled at the interaction between the two they looked really cute together he hopes they make it far.

And from that day forward she knew the lengths Chris would go for her.

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"I'm having a mental breakdown"

"Did you tell him about alex?"

"No I couldn't get to that part! I said I'm not going to your fucking wedding and I stormed off - I yelled at him i told him don't answer that fucking phone let me talk to you he answered it and my brain let hell break loose he never chooses me" She finally stopped pacing looking back and fourth as she stood up her nail digging into her skin trying to pull the skin off, a nervous habit she couldn't help it.

"Hey hey hey, you're stressing over nothing okay" he got up quickly to bring her to the couch " y/n You're in love with this man since I can't even remember how long, you can't stop loving him I understand one hundred percent you deserve to be happy" he cuddled into her on the couch her head on his chest his arm around her "but Whatever you think is right for you, do it you know yourself better than anyone else what you decide is purely what you know is good for you"

she closed her eyes and pulled in a breath letting it flow out through her nose "I think it's better if I just stop talking to him all together, I'm delaying it only because I don't want to lose him" he nodded he knows once this all blows over she'll lose him for good.

"I know" he held her stroking her hair "If you think that's good for you do it-" the door was knocked on

"hide" she whispered to Chris he stood up walking to her room closing the door behind him, she stood up fixing her clothes she had one of those chain locks, she opened the door the noise of the lock chain locking the only noise heard she looked out

The devil herself.

She shallowed not ready to face another problem today.

She opened the door fully but not letting her in, "what now?"

"I know what you saw, you seen me at the coffee shop and Henry saw me check in I know both of you know, you're not going to ruin my whole life that I built with one phrase said to Sebastian, we love each other"

"You don't fucking love him, you're cheating on him for God's sake!! you've been lying to him for months we caught you" Y/n was done being scared of her

"Well daddy knows you're CEO, you wouldn't want to loose your job at the company? Right? You're the creative director of the company. You wouldn't want to loose this opportunity all on a bad rep."

"Don't play dumb games like this were old enough to know right from wrong"

"Don't play god and you won't have to play games, Sebastian will find out sooner or later but If it comes out of your mouth you've got a lot coming y/n, if I go down you're going down with me" she said her piercing blue eyes staring right at her, getting closer to her face. this is what she was afraid of Sebastian and her job, Sebastian was going to end things with her whether he likes it or not and Alex was going to get her fired.

"Tell me one thing, why are you leading him on like this why are you... destroying him like this Sebastian could have such a full life"

"It's like playing with toys, you have the one toy you love bring it everywhere with you show it off it means the world to you without it you don't know what would happen, but then you come home and you see that one doll you bought awhile ago it's not the prettiest in the bunch, if anyone knew you liked the old doll better they would call you a hoarder you don't want to be a hoarder so you throw everything out and only have the nice pretty thing in front of you but right behind your closet door sits the doll you've loved your entire life" She said in such a villainous tone, y/n was taken a back

"Go home you nutcase" and she shut the door on her face, y/n held her breath and pulled out her phone clicking the stop voice memo the notification popping up

"new recording saved"

"CHRIS" she yelled out

"What the actual fuck" the door opened to her bed room he looked like nervous wreck, she locked the door behind her

"Is this women a villain from a comic book Jesus Christ" Chris said Clearly distraught from hearing that story

"I recorded the whole thing" she shallowed showing Chris her "New Recording" on voice memos he picked her up and sprung her around "you're a genius how did you know it was her?"

"I knew it was coming so I've been recording whoever comes to the door since the past four hours" she laughed trying to regain focus

"You're a sneaky little person" he smiled

"I learned from the best" she said his eyebrows furrowed

"Henry" she said nonchalantly

"Oh" he said

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"Mr Downey could I speak to you" she knocked on her boss's door she saw him her nerves circulating through her entire body they never truly spoke he asked for the work she did the work designing helping her team approving it and he was given the final approval and if he didn't like it all the work that everyone put since weeks could be thrown in the trash all in 5 seconds.

"You have the designs this early miss y/l/n?" He was confused looking at paperwork on his desk & back up at her

"Uh no not exactly I have to talk about something important" she was at the risk of losing her job if she had the wrong thing.

"If you want a raise I can't give it to you right now" he said "No sir i- it's personal."

"Okay shoot?" He said giving her his now full attention, "sir I've been at this company for three years as the creative director you don't understand how grateful I am to have this job, to be in this community to have you the giving and loving man that you are hire me"

"Y/n You put in a lot of hard work it was a crime not to give you this job you clearly deserved it" he said very seriously.

"Thank you sir, I have made myself an enemy in the higher ups, Mr Daddario's Daugther.."

He nodded "that man does whatever his daugther says it's a dishonor for everyone who works for him" he shallowed fixing his posture a little "she's trying to get me fired, she's going to ask her father to tell you to fire me and find some kind of excuse" she tried swallowing her nerves which wasn't helping "I didn't want to come and do this, however I don't want to lose this" she looked around at his awards for the magizne they produced the awards for articles, a whole segment he did in the New York Times.

"Please don't fire me over a phone call"

He sat back on his expensive leather chair, he loosened his tie.

"I respect you I've always have but this...ive never respected you like this ever before" she tried not to show her smile but her eyes told a different story "you really want this job?" "More than anything sir" she said being very serious

"Well, if mr Daddario tells me to fire my best CD I'll tell him to stick it where the sun don't shine" he smiled standing up "Mr Downey thank you sincerely" she went to go shake his hand "nope this is a hug moment" he said she laughed and gave him a hug, she walked out she's never felt so powerful in her entire life it was only 4 days until the wedding she knew it was over today it was finished.

She laughed in the hallway jumping, she heard someone laughing a man she turned around it was Tom...Holland

"You're back" she said with a smile, they broke up for one reason only he was leaving to another country for a job in entertainment he was a director for movies and tv shows I totally supported him however we knew the long distance wasn't going to last it's been a year.

"You know every time I see you, you have this glow you get more beautiful every time" he smiled getting closer to her her face blushed she wasn't prepared for the compilment

"What are you doing here" she said gesturing to her place of work & trying to weigh down the redness in her cheeks "I came to see you, I know your friends wedding is coming I thought maybe we could possibly...go together" he said still smiling ear to ear finally face to face to a women he did absolutely fall in love with, she fell in love with him to but she knew it wasn't right for her.

"I'm going to ruin the wedding tonight actually" he gave her a questionable look "his bride has been cheating on him for months I didn't have the heart to tell him." "That's horrible" he said "I know, you still have the same number" she laughed "yeah" he said

"Call me tomorrow we'll catch up" they hugged, everything went smoothly the entire day it was great.

It was a late night coming home, it was one of those days where it felt like you want to just be alone sulk she had a mission though..

Stop that god damn wedding.

She changed out of her work clothes into normal clothes which consisted of a sweater jeans and sneakers, she made a conference call to the three boys "Its happening I have the keys in my hand and it's happening im freaking out" "Don't be nervous it'll look suspicious" Henry said "like Henry said chill we're gonna get through this together" Anthony said "I just I'm- I don't want to break his heart.. I never wanted to break his heart"

"His heart was going to get broken anyways" Chris said "Yeah but not by me."

At Sebastian's house

"Why is she not coming why won't she answer my calls" he said to himself as he brushed his teeth

"Babe who are you talking to?" Alex yelled out

"Nobody" he yelled back she came to the door and knocked on it he opened the door she wore a silk lacey nightie it's like she wasn't even wearing clothes..that was the idea I guess

"Baby what's wrong?" She said he spit in the sink "I didn't want to tell you cause I didn't want you to know, she's not coming to the wedding" he was really upset "who" she asked

"Y/n she got angry she was trying to tell me something and I wasn't caring I answered your phone call and she blew up on me when we got here, she screamed I'm not going to your fucking wedding my heart broke she's been with me my entire life I'm getting married to the women I love and she's not coming?"

Alex thought here's her chance to ruin it all.

"Finish I gotta tell you something" she patted his chest and sitting on the bed, he rinsed and sat next to her

"What's up" he said giving her a comforting look his hand on her leg

"I didn't want to tell you this I've been keeping this secret it's been killing me for months, y/n threaten to ruin the wedding because she's in love with you"

Sebastian's stomach turned he felt like he was going to throw up his nerves circulating through out his entire body

"What are you talking about?" He said his voice coming out shaky his nerves getting the better of him, this wasn't what he was expecting.. she's in love with me? He thought...why didn't she tell me why was she doing this

"She told me she's going go ruin the wedding and and - I don't deserve to be with you" her fake tears about to well up "I told her you're trying to ruin our lives at what cost?"

"For him to be with me, she's a psycho I told her if you ruin my wedding he'll never forgive you" her fake tears ran down her face he was soothing her through her "grief"

"I didn't want to tell you because you love her like your sister I wasn't going to ruin it for you I'm so sorry" she cried "Its okay I'm going to fix this" he stood up "what are you going to do?" She said wiping her face "ruin her like she did to you." He called her on the phone he was angry she threatened his wife? What kind of animal does that!

"Where are you" he asked trying to calm his anger

"I was coming over to you?" She said

"Don't I'll be there in 20 minutes" he said

"Seb what is this about?" She said

"Me and you everything" he hung up ready to get into his car and end his friendship with y/n.

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[amarabhilash]

I've had the new iPhone 14 for 2 weeks. I should've listened to Steve Jobs' daughter because I now regret buying it.

I bought the new iPhone 14 Pro Max the day after it went on sale in Apple stores.

I got $640 back by trading in my iPhone 13 Pro Max, but I still had to pay another $780.

I was excited about the "Dynamic Island" feature, but I should have listened to Eve Jobs.

For the past decade or so, I've been one of Apple's best customers. I've bought every new iPhone since I made the switch from a BlackBerry to the iPhone 4S.

This year has been no exception. I bought an iPhone 14 Pro Max, 256 GB, in Silver, the day after it was released on September 17. I got $640 back by trading in my iPhone 13 Pro Max, but I still had to pay $780.

After a couple of weeks of playing with my new toy, I can confidently say there are no big surprises to be found, apart from the "Dynamic Island". That's Apple's fancy name for the dead space between the selfie camera and Face ID sensor now used for "consolidating your notifications, alerts, and activities into one interactive place".

My colleague Antonio Villas-Boas can tell you all about the technical aspects of Apple's latest products, so I will concentrate on what it's been like to use.

Steve Jobs' daughter was right

Ultimately, Eve Jobs, the daughter of Apple cofounder Steve Jobs, was right when she posted a meme on Instagram that joked the iPhone 14 is eerily similar to the previous model.

It reads: "Me upgrading from iPhone 13 to iPhone 14 after Apple's announcement today," while showing a man holding up a shirt identical to the one he's wearing.

Eve Jobs posted on Instagram poking fun at the iPhone 14

Eve Jobs posted on Instagram poking fun at the iPhone 14.Instagram

While the newest series of smartphones has several new software features, I'm disappointed that there isn't more to it.

I admit I was very excited about the iPhone 14 Pro and Pro Max going fullscreen – especially now the notch has gone.

I'll also concede that the Dynamic Island feature is very cool indeed. I like that you can simply press it when listening to music and it takes you back to the application. It could have been used more effectively, however.

Having had the iPhone 13 Pro Max, I can't see a difference that makes it actually worth upgrading for, apart from Dynamic Island. Maybe the smartphone has simply got as good as it's fundamentally going to get?

Nonsense

I always find excuses to justify splashing hundreds on a new smartphone: using my iPhone for work, documenting reporting trips, ensuring the battery lasts all day, and that it can support all the things I've got to do on it. Let's call that exactly what it is: nonsense.

Even a now-ancient iPhone 8 (from way back in, erm, 2017) could do the job. However, there's an appeal to having the latest mobile phone, and it's nothing more than a way to brag to your friends.

Apple CEO Tim Cook was asked last month by Vox Media's LiQuan Hunt if Apple would adopt RCS, a messaging app developed by Google for Android smartphones, so his mom could see the videos he sends her. Cook told him to buy his mom an iPhone, The Verge reported.

It's not just an iPhone that Cook thinks everyone should own when there are also AirPods, iPads, MacBooks and the Apple Watch to buy as well. And yes, I do own all of those devices as well, of course.

While I've always said I don't think I could switch from an iPhone to an Android, plenty of people have done so and somehow survived. Maybe it's time I took an iOS holiday too?

[themikewheelers]

tell me about your photoshop troubles. i have had the same in the past (specifically #THE AMOUNT OF VIRUSES I'VE HAD ON MY COMPUTER) and it's good to know someone else has them too 😂😂

Okay so it started last week. I've been "Photoshopping" things for years now but I've always used knockoff programs and never bothered to get the actual thing. So I decide to make an edit and I want to try using actual Photoshop this time, so FIRST I go to download the episodes but the fucking download program I got,,,,, it's in GERMAN. So I'm opening google translate and attempting to do this download, then it just crashes and it doesn't work. So then I get a rec from my friend for a good ENGLISH WORKING SAFE program so I get that and download it and the episodes. Day 1 is over. Next day I decide to download photoshop and fucking,,,,,, it's in SPANISH. Now I've been taking Spanish for 3 years now so it's to the point where I'm like "Okay I know that archivo means file so I'm just gonna stick with this" so I run downstairs and I pick up that old Spanish English dictionary I bought 3 years ago for my first Spanish class and haven't opened since, and I'm looking for the freaking import button, and the program itself DOESNT HAVE AN IMPORT BUTTON (I even clicked on that thing that was like 'show all menu options' or something like that, it still wasn't there, no import button) so THAT concludes my experience with Español Photoshop. The rest of Day 2 is downloading as many different photoshop links as I can find, just trying to find ONE that worked. I swear to God and Jesus I'm not exaggerating when I say I downloaded hundreds of things, I can open my laptop and check for the exact number but I swear it was at least 150 different things. Out of all of those, 6 of them worked. Number one was the Spanish one, and then the next one? In Italian. It worked perfectly but it was in Italian and this was one of the earlier downloads, I'm still full of hope, not just desperate for anything that says "Photoshop" on it, so I delete. Next one was Portuguese, and the one after THAT was Japanese. All of these claimed to be in English and btw I learned from my series of photoshop adventures that you can't change the language, it's connected to where you downloaded from and you have to pay to change it. So at this point I'm PRETTY far into the list of like 150 downloads, and out of the 4 that had worked so far, they were all in different languages. So understandably I'm getting very frustrated and I keep downloading things, and then finally, oh thank the lord finally, it's in English and it's working. Tears of joy running down my face-- and then my laptop just shuts off. I wait for it to power back on and then I get a little notification, it had found a virus and had to remove it. So I check and of course, English Photoshop was the virus it got rid of. So then, maybe 15 downloads later, that's when things got interesting. I find another working download, but the language of it is what's weird. It's half in English, half in Spanish. I don't ever want to look at another foreign word again. Sorry to my Spanish teacher, but this was like my 12th hour doing this and why are there so many languages to download photoshop in???? I was so exhausted, I couldn't do it anymore. I didn't want to settle at Half English though, so I delete it and keep looking. I kept looking for a while, until finally giving up. Six downloads had worked, and I couldn't use any of them. Now I think this is a good time to tell you that I'm currently having finals week, and instead of studying, THIS was what I've been doing (and it definitely didn't do anything to ease my anxiety levels). So I go and study for a few hours, figuring I'm done with Photoshop. But that's not who I am, when I spend so much time trying to do something, I'm gonna do it. Not out of determination, but it comes to a point where I'm doing it out of spite, just to say that I finally did it. So it's around 3am and I'm like "Okay I'm gonna download a few more and then I'm going to sleep" so I start downloading some and then around the third one, it's in English and it works. You can imagine my tears of joy. So I turn on FRIENDS and go the hell to sleep. Now it's day 3, I have the downloaded episodes and I have the working English photoshop, now all I have to do is make the edit, right? Wrong. I go to put the video into photoshop, and it's saying it's the wrong file type and it's not supported by Photoshop. So at first I'm like "okay that's understandable, I did just download them" so my FIRST problem is downloading a file converter. I'm not going to get into the story, but it's pretty similar to how it took to download Photoshop, hundreds of downloads, the only ones that worked are in foreign languages, and THIS was the day where I get the most notifications from my computer saying it located viruses. Now after a long long long time downloading tons of file converters, I finally find one to use. So I go to convert the files and then I try and put the converted files into photoshop and whoooop it didn't work. Now the rest of Day 3 consisted of me converting the files into HUNDREDS of different types. I converted them into basic things, things Photoshop claimed it supported, things all the people with similar problems online claimed they needed to convert into, things I hadn't even heard of. In the end, after around 15 hours of converting files, I FINALLY found something that photoshop will take. Now onto Day 4, this should be the easy day, now I just have the make the edit. Well my very first problem is that now I'm opening photoshop and I realize something, this has been going on so long I can't even remember what my idea to edit was. So then I'm just like "whatever I'll gif a random scene and put a meme on it, I gotta do something" So I go to make the gif, when I find out THE FREAKING PHOTOSHOP I DOWNLOADED DOESNT HAVE THE ANIMATION TIMELINE. I don't know why it didn't have it, but it didn't. So I end up going online and downloading the timeline separately, basically using it kinda like a psd. So I get the timeline and I want to make the gif and remove some frames, but for whatever reason my Photoshop doesn't let me select multiple frames at once, so I have to go through like 500 frames and manually delete each of them to get what I want. Now I think now is the time in this story to tell y'all that I'm not just stupid or anything. I know how to use Photoshop, I've been using it since I was in the sixth grade, I used to be in the digital editing club at my school, I know how to use photoshop, it's just this program is so wacky nothing is working. So manually I delete like 450 frames and after that everything with making the gif seems to be going well, up until it's time to add the text. I start typing and the font I'm using? Times New Roman. But instead these random symbols are showing up and it won't let me change it. So I just delete everything and start over and then I get up to adding text again, and this time symbols aren't showing up, instead just whatever letter I press, it just puts in a dash. So I'm tryna write the subtitles and instead what's coming up is "----------------" Now, after several several several redos it FINALLY starts writing letters, and there are a few more minor issues but for the most part everything is running smoothly, I finally make the gifs.So to conclude, this gifset took 4 days, 6 languages, hundreds of downloads, God-knows how many viruses, and an entire ocean of tears, but I finally made the gifs.Here's the link. God obviously determined that my making of this was a sin, because he definitely did everything in his power to make it stop, but dammit this was one of the most frustrating experiences of my life>>> enjoy http://themikewheelers.tumblr.com/post/156287152865