#and their blog has asks and messages off... why are you running

[schoolhater]

I met this nice girl through my college friend. She's my friend's childhood best friend and I had heard so much about her so I was really excited to finally meet her. The three of us hung out at a stupid school-sponsored event into the late hours of the night, drinking soda and eating pizza and getting to know each other. At the end of it, she entered into a raffle and ended up winning free tickets to Disneyland. We celebrated and parted ways. It was the highlight of that semester.

A few months later, Israel began dropping bombs on her family home. I watched from afar as her entire life fell apart and her family was displaced and killed. Every time I asked how she was doing, she was doing bad.

In Palestine, as in a lot of places in the world, it is shameful to ask for money. A little bit after the war began, I passed a message along to her family offering to help raise funds for their evacuation, but they declined saying that they didn't want pity from anyone. Now it seems like they're running out of options.

My friend has already lost so much so please spare her the additional indignity of asking for help and not receiving it. I can't imagine how soul crushing it would be to do something you believe to be shameful and for your effort to go to waste.

Their goal is only $5000 and they've already raised ~$820, I don't see why we can't raise the full amount within the next week.

Verified by the fact that this is literally my IRL. DM me if u wanna see her Instagram or other contact info proving she's real. Tumblr is a rather unsafe place for Palestinians so I'd rather not publicize all her personal info but I've been pretty careful with the fundraisers I boost on this blog so I hope you can trust me here.

EDIT 08/24/24:

Thank you all so much for your support. You have no idea what it means to me after so many months of witnessing zionist attacks both online and off, to see so many people come together and commit to helping someone I care about without a single zionist comment. There’s nothing but love here.

My friend reached her goal early this morning and I even saw people encouraging others to keep donating because they realized her family would need more. I am truly moved by this incredible show of compassion from everyone.

As you can imagine, life in Gaza is becoming increasingly more expensive. My friend has raised her goal to $10000 - let’s keep this train going and get her there within a week 🙏

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[theconstitutionisgayculture]

Indefinite hiatus

I was toying with writing up a long post about what running this blog has meant to me over the years and why I'm stepping away for the foreseeable future, but that feels too dramatic for what's really just me saying "I'm not going to be on tumblr for at least the rest of the year". So, I'll just say I'm not going to be on tumblr for at least the rest of the year.

Okay, actually I have a bunch more to say, but it'll be under the cut.

Politics sucks. And paying attention to it, even in the reduced way I've been paying attention to it over the last few years, is hard. You end up spending so much of your supposedly free time thinking about things you can't change, getting mad about things you can't change, and getting depressed when the people who can change things just keep going in the wrong direction. Even when good things happen, it's just a matter of a few days before something bad happens once again. And vice versa. It's an endless cycle of hope, despair, resignation. Rinse and repeat, and triple speed that cycle during an election year. And I'm tired of it. I'm tired of spending every other year worried about what's going to happen on one day in November. I'm tired of hearing a piece of news and automatically composing a post about it or running through 20 different responses I might give to asks I might get about it in my head.

Everyone I know who doesn't pay attention to politics (or at least doesn't run a social media page dedicated to it) seems to enjoy their live a lot more than I currently do. Which sounds way more dramatic than what's actually going on, which is mainly that I want to get to a place where I just don't care. I want the world and its problems to flow off my back instead of weighing it down. I want to stop thinking about what people on the internet might say about something I haven't even posted yet. And that can't happen while I'm tied to this blog. So I'll be staying away from it for at least the rest of the year.

I did have a good time with this blog. I've met a bunch of really awesome people, some who are sadly no longer with us (RIP Blue), and some who I think will carry on the "fight" way better than I ever did. This isn't an admission of defeat, or pessimism about the election. Even if Trump wins, and I truly think he will if we have a fair election, I still won't be back this year. But I'll still vote and I'll still be proud that my silly little tumblr blog had an impact on some people's lives. I may not have the reach of a Tucker Carlson or a Glenn Beck, but I've gotten a lot of messages from people who said they changed their minds about an issue, or even politics in general, because of things I said, and that counts for something. If you guys take anything away from me, I want it to be this: Even the smallest impact matters. It doesn't matter if you only ever reach one person and then stop, reaching that one person is enough. Changing one vote is enough. Changing one mind is enough.

To all my mutuals, you guys are the best. I truly hope you have wonderful lives and I'm sad I won't get to see your names on my dash everyday anymore. To anyone I've ever followed or reblogged from, I couldn't have had a blog without you, so thank you. Yes, even the leftiod psychos, XD. To everyone else, find your own balance and never give into despair and never listen to people who tell you not to try. Even a failed effort is still more meaningful than sitting back and mocking people for trying to improve even the smallest thing about themselves or the world around them.

I won't be logging back in after I post this, so any messages or asks you send, I won't see. I'll still be active (or as active as I ever am) in my discord, so feel free to join there if you want to. It should still be my pinned post, but if it isn't, I'll edit this with a new invite link.

And that's all I've got to say for now.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Devil Wears Armani 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you’re the CEO’s new PA and you find the work too much to handle. (short!reader)

Characters: Tony Stark, this reader is known as Georgie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

—posting to the correct blog lol—

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

The appletini at girls' night does little to ease you through a restless night. You’re not a traveller. You’ve never flown before. The only reason you have a passport is it was required for the job. You didn’t expect to actually use it. 

You give into consciousness around 3am and double check your bag for everything you need. You forego your usual coffee as you fear an anxious bladder adding to your addled state. You still can’t figure out why Mr. Stark told you to come along. You don’t have anything blocked into his calendar. He’s had weekend meetings before but you usually pop into zoom to take notes and nothing else. 

You spare the fare for a cab as the streetcar isn’t in service yet and you don’t feel like venturing into the underground at this hour. The ride is swift in the dead streets of the city. You don’t think you’ve ever seen them so empty. 

You arrive at the airport and realise you’re missing a very important piece. A boarding pass? Terminal information? Any sort of direction to find where you need to be. Well, it never hurts to ask for help even if you don’t get it. 

You enter and go to the counter. The woman behind it looks tired as dark rings stain her sockets and she fixes her smile to greet you. You nervously clench your jaw and exhale through your nose. 

“Hi, I... I’m supposed to be flying, er, private? I work for Tony Stark?” You creak out through your dry throat. You need water. 

“Mr. Stark?” She lowers her brow, “do you have proof of employment?” 

“Erm, yeah,” you unhook your keyring from your purse and shove it towards her. Your company ID is hooked onto the cluster of novelty attachments and keys. 

“I need to make a call,” she says as she examines your identification. 

Great. 

You bob nervously on the other side of the counter as the attendant speaks quietly into the speaker. Your phone buzzes and you jingle the keys as you find it. Stark has sent you a simple message; ‘Terminal 1, tarmac. Now.’ 

As you peek up over the counter, the woman hangs up. “You need to head up to Terminal 1. Find an employee there, in a white shirt like mine, and show them this.” She kits a few keys and her printer grinds with great effort. She hands you a boarding pass but most of it is empty. There’s only a code at the bottom. 

You thank her and head off. You scramble through security, walking through the scanner as your bag rides the conveyor through and x-ray. You retrieve your things on the other side and run off to reach Mr. Stark before he gets too impatient. He’s probably already agitated. 

You check your watch. It’s only 5:01am. You’re on time, right? 

You follow the signs to terminal one and find a large man standing by a ramp entrance. You approach him and show him the pass. He points you to another employee at the far end as he talks over his walkie talkie to them. You cross the tiled floor to meet the man and he beckons you towards another ramp. 

You’re led down to the tarmac and left to shuffle across it on your own. You’re only told to approach big jet waiting by a tower set of stairs. There’s an attendant at the bottom who greets your brightly and you show the pass again.  

“Mr. Stark is expecting you. May I take your bag?” She offers. 

“No thank, I can handle it,” you nod and lift the bag off its wheels. 

You climb a stair at a time and pass another attendant at the top. She directs you to leave your bag in the front carriage and you roll it behind the wall of webbing there. You turn to the ivory curtain and peek through tentatively. The movement of fabric draws Mr. Stark’s gaze from his phone. 

“Get in here,” he demands, “about time, George. I was about to fall asleep.” 

You push through and near him, “sir, did you need coffee?” 

“They got the long-legged ones for that,” he waves away your offer with his lecherous allusion to the pretty, tall attendants. “Sit.” 

You look at the chair on the other side of the table, across from him, and you hesitate. You lower yourself into the cushy seat and cross one leg over the other, your foot bouncing anxiously. You clutch your hands together and stare at Mr. Stark. 

“You look tired as hell,” he cackles. 

“Sir, it’s early.” 

“Ah, don’t let that ruin an all-inclusive. Tell me, Georgie, a girl like you, are you jet-setting every weekend? You got billionaires flying you to the Caribbean on the reg? Didn’t think you were the popular type.” 

“No, sir, I--” you try not to wince at his insinuation. You are all too aware that you’re on the bottom rung of the ladder he sits atop of. “Thank you for this. It’s very nice of you to bring me along.” 

“You are very welcome,” he says smugly, “move.” 

He points to the seat next to him. 

“Oh, uh,” you pull your hands apart and push yourself up with the armrests, “sorry.” 

He grunts, irritated, and signals with two fingers. As an attendant approaches, you sidle around the table and in front of Stark to get to the other seat. You feel a brush on your thigh but ignore it. It’s a tight squeeze.  

He asks for an espresso as you lower yourself down. He reaches over and pinches the fabric of your pants, just at the top of your knee. He sniffs. 

“This isn’t very Caribbean-friendly. You’re gonna sweat your tits off,” he derides. 

You try not to show your embarrassment, ignoring the urge to cover your chest at his comment. Out of habit, you put on your usual attire. A cardigan, a tidy blouse, and slacks. He huffs again and tugs at the sleeve of your cardigan. 

“Get rid of this,” he demands. 

“Oh, uh...” You sit forward as you undo the single button and you shrug out of the wool. He swipes it away and tosses it on the floor.  

The attendant returns with his espresso and gathers up your cardigan as you send her an apologetic look. Stark takes his coffee and tastes it before setting it on the table. He turns to you and clucks again. You let out a squeak as he reaches to pop the top button of your blouse, then the next. You flatten yourself to the seat helplessly. 

“Better, gotta let those things breathe,” he winks and sits back with a smirk. 

[zxmickeyzx]

Fashion

Miles has always had an interest in fashion. It was another way for him to express himself, so he took a lot of pride in his appearance. There's a reason why Ganke keeps trying to steal not only his shoes but other clothes. Miles was definitely a trendsetter when it came to looks. He also loved to help out and model for the local fashion students, and in return sometimes he got to keep original work. 

His fashion even showed up in his everyday crime fighting side. It didn't take long for the media to catch on to his fashion looks. There were media blogs that were dedicated to catching all his styles. He couldn't take all the credit for his fashion on his Spiderman side. Most of the credit went to Kenneth Kingston. They were a student at Mile’s school who got bullied at his school for being non-binary. They met while he was patrolling the city and heard them crying after getting bullied so bad at school that day. He decided to sit down with them and talk to them. Turns out they both really loved fashion, and that was the start of their friendship. As Spiderman he would always check up on them and talk to them about fashion which led to Kenneth creating some fashion pieces for his Spidersona. At school Miles slowly became friends with them, which was a bit hard since they were a senior and their schedules were vastly different but eventually they made it work. 

Miles encouraged them to apply for fashion school and even volunteered to be their model as both Spiderman and his everyday self. Kenneth eventually put two and two together and found out his identity over a model schedule mix-up. They appreciated Miles' effort in being a good friend to them and making them feel accepted. From there on Kenneth became Spiderman's personal stylist, but Miles still had a lot of say in what his suits looked like and even still made some of his own with Kenneth’s inputs. Kenneth eventually got a scholarship to his dream fashion school in the city. But they still hung out at fashion shows where Miles would model. 

Currently Miles was wearing black baggy techwear cargo pants with red outlines on the pockets and red straps with buckles that ran along the pants. He also was wearing his classic red Jordans that Ganke loved to steal. He had a black Hoodie with a red line that was on top of his arm instead of inside it. The hoodie has a long turtle neck that works as a mask. Today was supposed to be his day off where he would attend the student work fashion show with Ganke later at night, but his best friend canceled on him at the last second. He wasn't supposed to be patrolling as Spiderman til later after the fashion show so he had time to kill before the fashion. So he decided to walk around the area while listening to his music, eventually he found himself walking past an alleyway filled with art when he senses a presence behind him. 

“Miles?” 

Miles turned behind him to see Hobie, Gwen, Pavitr, and Margo with a portal behind them in civilian clothing. Currently the alley was empty so there was no worries about anyone seeing them. Miles raises his eyebrow in confusion. He didn't know they would be coming and hasn't gotten a message from HQ about any emergency backups needed for missions. 

“Hey guys, what brings you guys here?”

The Spider Gang takes a bit to respond to him, staring at his outfit and really taking it in. They don't usually see him in his element, most of the time they see him in his spiderman suit, school uniform or his jacket and jeans which he uses as a quick outfit when he is running outta time or he is rushing to get outta the house. Patitr was the first to break the silence.

“Dude! What are you wearing?!” He exclaims gesturing to his outfit.

Miles tilts his head confused with their reaction to his outfit.

“Just some streetwear. Why? Does it look bad?” Miles starts to look down on his outfit. He thought it looked okay, he even got some compliments from some people he walked by. One girl even asked where he got his hoodie from. Did he embarrass himself again? 

“No! You look great!” Pativr walks closer to Miles to get a closer look at his outfit. “You have your own spider merch? It looks sick! I want my own merch”

Miles just chuckles and shakes his head.

“What brings you guys here? Do I need to come to HQ?”

There was a pause before someone responded.

“Nah Mate, we came cause we got done with a mission early and wanted to hang out with you”  Hobie answered. “Pav’s right you look good.”

Miles got a bit shy and felt his cheeks heat up a bit from the complement.

  “Yeah! We were just a bit surprised by your outfit, we’ve never seen you wear anything like this.” Gwen adds.

“It does look really cool!” Margo says walking closer to Miles to also get a better look at his outfit.

“Thanks, I usually like wearing things like this but I'm always in a rush and never have time to put an outfit together that I am actually proud of. I’ve been getting better at it though. I guess you guys always catch me when I’m at school or in my Spider suit.” Miles grins, he is glad that it got their stamp of approval unlike his spider suit with “bleeding armpits”. 

“Were you going to anything today cause we did come by to hang out. We can leave if you're busy.” Gwen rubs their arm a bit. They did come last minute and didn't want to interrupt whatever Miles had going on. 

“Nah you guys are alright! I was just wasting time before the student fashion show my friend is gonna be in. Not sure if it's your scene but you guys can join me if you want. Ganke just canceled on me so I was going to go alone.”

There was a smile of relief that showed on Gwen’s face. 

“I’d love to join! I have yet to see a fashion show unless you count any thats been attacked!” Pativr answers first.

“I also would love to see it!” Margo says right after.

“Me too!” Gwen finally answers.

“Sure mate, I haven't been to one in awhile. I wanna see what this place has to offer in the fashion sense.” Hobie walks up to miles and wraps his arm around his shoulders. Miles felt his cheeks heating up again at the action. He is glad you can't see red easily with his skin color. 

“Great! Let's go a bit early so we can sit together!”

Miles leads the gang to where the show is being hosted. It was in the auditorium of the school Kenneth attended. Once they got to the door they saw a long line to get in. The gang except Miles look nervous that they wouldn't be able to sit together. Miles just walks past the line and goes around the corner where there didn't seem to be a line, only a person near the backdoor. The person's face lights up with recognition and opens the door for Miles and the gang which confused the gang a bit.

As soon as the door opened, they were greeted with the scene of busy fashion students and models making quick last minute edits to their designs. Most not really bothering to look at the crew. Those who did greet Miles, and Miles greeted back. 

Pavitr walks close to miles and whispers to his ear. 

“Dude! I didn't know you were so popular!”

Miles smiles.

“Nah man, I just come here often cause of my friend. I’m gonna say hi to them before we go find some seats. They designed my merch maybe they can for you too”

“Wait, they know?!” 

“Yeah, they found out a year ago” Miles says nonchalantly.

“Dude! Why haven't we meet them yet?! We met Ganke.” Pavitr says in disbelief 

  “They’re just very busy with school. Fashion students work hard man” Miles answers. 

Before Pavitr could respond again someone shouted Miles name.

“Miles! Thank god you're here man!!!”

A person with light brown curly hair wearing a gorgeous red turtleneck dress that reached to the ground with a flowy bottom. They wore gold dangling earrings and gold bangles on their wrists. They had a lanyard with their photo Id with a nonbinary flag sticker in the corner. They make their way to the group and grabbed miles a bit away from the group. 

“You're in time! I need you and Ganke to model! I know he hates it but two of our models called out.”

“Kenneth man, you know that I will, but Ganke canceled on me. But maybe one of my friends can?” Miles gestures towards the gang. 

“Oh my god! How rude of me! Are these your friends from that spider place?” Kenneth whispers the last bit. 

Gwen is the first to hop on the situation quickly. 

“Hi! I’m Gwen! This is Hobie, Pavitr, and Margo! It's so nice to meet you!” She gestures for a handshake and Kenneth takes it.

“Its nice to finally meet you guys in person!!! Im Kenneth, they/them pronouns. Im sorry to ask this last minute but can one of you guys model with Miles? The outfits are meant to be matching outfits.” 

Before any of the spider gang responds, Hobie answers.

“I was briefly a runway model.”

The spider gang was shocked that Hobie volunteered first.  

“Perfect! Jenny! We got two models!” Kenneth call out.

“Good! We can do your segment now.”

“Before we start let's get Miles' friends to the VIP seats!”

“We get VIP seats?!” Pavitr was practically jumping in the air. He was just too excited to see his first fashion show that would include his friends.

“I’ll record and send it to Peter B!” Margo smiles.

“And maybe Jess!” Gwen adds. “Miguel will probably see it too.”

Hobie seemed unbothered by that but Miles was a bit nervous because they have never seen him model before so he was a bit nervous.

“You guys are in for a treat. Miles is a great model, you see him solo, the audience loves him. Sadly its pair and last minute so it will have to be a normal walk.” 

“You ain't seen nothing, me and Miles have chemistry” Hobie grins looking down at Miles. Miles couldn't look him directly in the eye, a bit nervous about the situation. 

“I look forward to it, but enough talking, Jenny have someone take Miles' friends to the VIP. We need to get you guys ready.”

The gang went their separate ways. Kenneth started getting Miles ready. Miles has some new black cargo shorts with oversized pockets and black straps. He had an oversized short sleeved black t-shirt with gray flannel long sleeves under the shirt. He had on chunky black and white converse. It's definitely a different aesthetic that miles didn't usually wear but could get behind. Miles glanced at Hobies outfit. As usual he looked amazing. 

Hobie has on long black cross earrings. His free locks were tied up, he still had all his piercings on. Kenneth said it really added to his look. Hobie had on a smaller but still loose fitting t-shirt except it was cut short with a wide belt with his high waisted black cargo pants with also grayish straps. He had white long sleeve under shirt and wore gray combat boots.  Miles didn't realize how long he was staring at Hobie, but Hobie did and gave Miles a smirk. It caused Miles to have a mini panic. 

Hobie was really cool to Miles, and he never forgot how much Hobie helped him out during the incident before the chase, and how he helped Miles after the whole thing with spot happened. Hobie was just a good friend and Miles just really appreciated him. He didn't like like Hobie that way.

That may be a lie, but he can deny it. 

The fashion show was starting soon, Miles and Hobie only had to sub in for one part luckily. It was the matching outfits section which could be seen as couples or as best friends wearing them. Miles assumed they would be doing the best friends version. He was a bit nervous since this would be his first time subbing as a duo, when it's just him he can do different tricks to please the audience but he doesn't know what to do with Hobie on stage.

Hobie could sense Miles being nervous.

“Don't worry about a thing, you’ll be great out there. Just walk how you usually do and leave everything on the stage.” Hobie smiles. “Just do you Miles and I’ll do me”

It was a nice thing for him to say which made him a little less nervous. He just needs to keep reminding himself to leave it all on the stage. 

After what felt like eternity, it was their turn to walk on the stage. Behind the side curtains of the stage Hobie and Miles were on opposite sides. Miles on the right and Hobie on the left. Miles looks at Hobie and sees him mouthing the word breathe.  

And that's what he does. ‘Leave it all on the stage Miles. You can do this!”

The last duo returned backstage and now it was their turn. As soon as the lights hit his face he got into his groove of doing the walk and showing out Kenneth's outfit. He wasn't sure what Hobie was doing, but Miles focused on the audience. It was all good til he felt Hobie’s hand pulled him and twirled him close to him . 

Miles was startled at first. He finally took a look at Hobie who just smiled and winked at him. Miles wasn't really sure what was going on but at that moment he just fully let go. Hobie and were now waltzing the stage, switching sides and twirling each other around. Miles couldn't help but smile brightly. He was having fun dancing with Hobie.

When they get to the front of the stage Hobie takes the opportunity to dip Miles with his right hand holding Miles waist from the back and his left hand holding Miles right leg from underneath the knee.  

 Hobbies eyes look into his eyes without breaking contact. For a second it was just him and Hobie. He wanted the moment to last longer.

Hobie then brings Miles close to him, letting his right leg down and slowly taking his right hand into his left without letting go of his waist with his other hand. After a couple of seconds Hobie twirls to the left side and holds up their hands for a bow which Miles follows. 

Thinking that the moment was over Miles was about to walk down the stage back to the changing rooms, but Hobie had other plans. 

He dragged Miles and jumped off the stage and ran through and out the auditorium. Ofc Hobie wouldn't finish the actual runway. He wondered if they ruined the runway but at that moment he didn't care. It felt exhilarating. 

Hobie was laughing and smiling and Miles couldn't help but join him. After a bit Hobie stops running at an alleyway, not really knowing where he was. Miles is catching his breath for a bit and looks up at him still holding his hand. Hobie smirks.

“Fun wasn't it?”

“...Yeah it was fun” Miles answers. “But I think we should head back before Kenneth comes for us for running away with their designs.”

Hobie shrugs.

“It will be fine, we are giving them more publicity.” 

Miles shakes his head.

“You're amazing, you know that?”

“Nah, but you are though, but you're right we should head back soon”

Miles looks at their hands, and Hobie looks down as well.They both look at each other in silence for a bit.

Then Hobie lifts Miles' hand to his mouth.

“Or maybe we should stay here till the show ends?”

Miles smiles, his cheeks hurting from his smile.

“I’d like that”

[soaps-mohawk]

Okay so in case you were wondering why I turned anon off, and won't be turning it on probably for a while, I'm here to deliver receipts.

This is a long post so I'm putting it under a cut

There's been a few cases over the last week or so of people purposefully using other anon's emojis to send asks (not all of these were questionable or malicious. If you accidentally used one already claimed, this post is NOT about you.)

It was brought to my attention by a few anons that asks were sent that were not them. A lot of these asks weren't malicious or harassing which makes it hard to tell. As is the nature of anonymous asks, I cannot tell who sends them without some kind of sign-off or emoji, hence the use of emojis. While I believe not all of these were on purpose (see above), some of them absolutely were.

This started before the debacle about a week or so ago with ♾️ anon (which it has been confirmed that the person who asked to use that emoji was not behind the anonymous asks using that emoji) harassing me about not answering their ask. I took a screenshot of said ask, and this was what they were harassing me about

When I had anon on, I'd get a lot of asks. Sometimes as many as 20 or 30 a day. I am one person running this blog, and it takes me a while to get through asks sometimes. Most people who have ever sent asks to popular blogs (which still pains me to call this one popular) knows it can take sometimes days to get an answer because we get a lot of asks constantly.

Honestly, I wasn't going to answer this one anyway because...it's odd. Especially the timing because this was sent after chapter 29 was posted, right before chapter 30, in which neither chapter had smut in it. I know some people really love angst though so I didn't want to yuck anyone's yum, it was just very odd.

So, as I do, I start with the bottom of the inbox where the oldest asks are and I work my way up to the most recent (there are exceptions in the case of asks related to a post I just made, or asks that are easy to answer with just a few words or a gif versus a long thought out answer).

Anyway about a day after that ask was sent, I got others from that anon asking if I got their ask.

Then I made a post mid-breakdown about life sucking and the horrible position I was in (See here)

They then sent in THIS ask and got publicly shamed as they should.

A day or so goes by and I start to get a flood of asks in my inbox. Some are normal-ish, kind of odd but I'm used to kind of odd questions.

Then I start to get these

Obviously those aren't those anons. Figured that out pretty fast after a few hours of them sitting in my inbox.

Soon after I get this ask as I was getting ready for a job interview and went off because I was already stressed as fuck about the interview.

And then of course after I posted that I get this in response which I took a screenshot of and answered before blocking that anon.

And as I kind of had an inkling about, those asks above as well as several other strange ones in my inbox disappeared after blocking that anon. So it had been one perpetrator behind those at least (which was not the person who claimed that emoji that was a big misunderstanding on my part and that has since been solved and resolved.)

BUT that is not the end of this story.

As the weekend happens and the chapter is posted, I continue to get asks sent in by anons with emojis and continue to get messages from either anons saying they are that emoji anon and they didn't send that in, or those anons privately messaging me and saying they didn't send those in.

So we were having several cases of emoji stealing.

I also continue to get questionable, downright harassing asks, including these two.

That last one is what broke the camel's back and what made me turn anon off. I don't know if I'm the only one getting anons like this or if this is some new fart anon trend or what, but...look. I'm all for getting horny in my inbox. But things like this?? These kinds of things border on sexual harassment and honestly, they made me feel gross. I literally felt gross after reading those.

I don't mind being told a change of panties was necessary after smut chapters but after an angst chapter?? The timing of it was what made me suspicious. If they had sent that about three chapters ago I might not have looked twice at it.

You wanna tell me you had to pull out the willy stick for a chapter, cool. Just don't tell me what hole it was in and how long. I don't need to know that much detail. You wanna send that about fictional characters?? That's what we're here for. But I don't need to know that about YOU. I have boundaries and I'm going to add this to my rules list.

These asks definitely felt like someone very immature (and likely underage) sent them which makes me feel more disgusted about it.

I blocked that anon and the ones above. I just got pushed over the edge by people not being respectful and KNOWINGLY using others emojis making me not able to trust that an anon is who they claimed to be. Between that and the harassing asks above (which were just a select few) I decided to turn anon off indefinitely. Sorry to all my anons who aren't comfortable coming off anon but I just can't do it anymore. If you previously were an anon and are comfortable sending asks, you can still use your emoji. I don't mind that at all.

So yeah, that's the long story of why I turned anon off, and the receipts of the disgusting harassing asks I was getting. Hopefully having anon off indefinitely will make those sickos grow bored of waiting and force them to reevaluate their lives or mature enough to realize they were being stupid (cautiously hopeful but probably not.) If the internet has taught us anything, it's that trolls are gonna troll into adulthood and they will never reach the point of maturity to realize they're just being stupid. That's why they live in their parents' basement alone with no friends.

[neechees]

I'm putting out a scam warning for the user @/sheeyancjoje, also previously @/sheeyanc @/sheeyancjosie, possibly other urls, who claims to be a homeless & asthmatic trans person living in a tent. I have reason & evidence to believe that they are not who they say they are, that their photos/evidence is stolen, and that they are actually the scammer Laura Deramas, who is likely also running the blog @/destrawberry. They exhibit multiple red flags for typical scammer behavior including the following evidence:

First off, who is Laura? Laura is a scammer who was initially called out for scamming & suspicious behavior in 2021, then with some manipulation, convinced multiple people that she was genuine (including me), then it was revealed once more that she was scamming & doing everything she was originally called out for: including pretending to be multiple different people & then lying more when confronted about it, exaggerating how badly her family apparently needed "help", guilt tripping people into giving her money and then harassing anybody who did give her money & demanded they give her more. & then later lied a bunch more including faking an arrest & faking her own death (& later pretending to be her own sister asking for funeral money, & calling any evidence against Laura being alive "hate") despite the fact that shes still very much alive & has posted on her own social media multiple times after her alleged "arrest" on May 30th 2023, & alleged "death" on June 2nd, 2023. We'll come back to Laura & why all that is relevant in a minute.

First off, Sheeyanc doesn't actually ever provide evidence that proves what theyre saying is true. They say they're homeless and living in a tent, and while they keep showing a tent, how do we know that these photos aren't stolen? How do we know that those photos aren't just from some camping trip, or staged? How do we know they didn't just go take photos of an another homeless person's set up? We don't. They make other claims that they don't provide proof for, such as saying their legs were swollen, but didn't provide photos of this. We've also had a similar tactic of someone else claiming to he "homeless" and "living in a tent" & this turned out to be false.

Secondly, Sheeyanc has been harassing people to send them money, either by going into their dms to beg them and sending people photos to guilt trip them, or even literally telling people to open up their askbox or messages when they were closed specifically so they could do this. Laura was ALSO known to do this to various users, & she would send people unsolicited photos of her child or her family & talk about how much she was "suffering" to get people to feel bad for her, which she ALSO did to me. When she pretended to die, she also randomly sent people photos of her allegedly "dead" body to ask for money, which upset many people. If you go into the notes of this post, there's multiple users testifying in the notes that Laura would regularly pester them for money & send photos. Note that people asking strangers for large sums of money as a "loan" is a big red flag for scammers we've seen multiple times, including Laura. Below is Sheeyanc doing the exact same things listed above that Laura did: sending people unsolicited photos, talking about how much she was "suffering" unprompted, and asking for large amounts of money from individual users. Also notice the similarity in language and tone between Laura doing this & Sheeyanc doing this.

Thirdly, Sheeyanc blocked the Filipino user who called out Laura Deramas. This Filipino user was the one to discover she had faked her death & photoshopped someone else's death certificate to pretend it was hers. In addition to this, we also know Laura isn't actually dead also because after she'd been called out for this, the user who called her out very mysteriously started getting anon hate in Tagalog. Below is sheeyanc interacting with them just before blocking

& we know Laura has been known to get sassy & rude with anybody who called her out like here. note the appropriation of aave by itssmelau when confronting people who called her out, just like Laura did in the first callout link with the user lizardamiibo while ALSO pretending to be someone else.

As another major point, Sheeyanc has been seen interacting with another scam blog, @/destrawberry, and verbally encouraging people to give them money. Destrawberry is very likely run by the same person who was running imgonetoofar/imthegonetoofar because theyre claiming to be the same person & using the exact same photos, & before deleting, imgonetoofar was promoting & being promoted by the scammer sassysweetiegirl/zaquaaaablu (who referred to "imgonetoofar as their "friend"), both of whom I called out here. And as I mentioned before, the person behind @/destrawberry is a scammer, either someone who stole imgonetoofar's (another scammer) photos & is pretending theyre recent & to be them, or they're the same person who faked their death and came back again to ask for more money. And who else do we know who faked their own death? Laura lol. So in other words, Sheeyanc/destrawberry/imgonetoofar/sassysweetiegirl are all likely run by Laura pretending to be different people. On the left below is Sheeyanc promoting destrawberry, & then on the right is imgonetoofar promoting sassysweetiegirl in the replies, where you can also see me calling them out.

And lastly, Sheeyanc's banner is of the New Matina Town square in Davao city, the Phillipines. Davao city is where Laura lives. Here's a screenshotted image just in case they change it, and below, here's a comparison between Sheeyanc's banner on the top part of the image, while the image below it is a screenshot from a video of NMTS in Davao, very near where the banner photo would've been taken, but at slightly a different angle/position. You can tell its the same place because of the little circular green grass section in both of the photos, which is surrounded by a metal fence with the same design, both have the exact same road signs in the exact same place, & both are in front of a yellowish-white building with a second floor & balcony & the same design of roof, with palm trees.

& heres that same building but at a different angle (at the front). If you google "New Matina Town Square", you get the yellowish white building featured in the photo, and if you reverse image search sheeyanc's banner photo, you still get results for this Town square. Left is Google results, the right image is the Google reverse image results, highlighted in yellow.

If you want to be more precise, The yellowish building is a restaurant called "The commons at MTS", while the photo would have been taken next to another restaurant called "Taboan". Below is a helpful legend I've created from a Google maps view of the New Matina Square. The highlighted red area is where the banner photo approximately would've been taken, & the yellow area is where most Google search photos are taken at the front of the building. You can see the buildings I've mentioned, & if you don't believe me you can go take a look at Google maps & see for yourself.

And just so there's no confusion that Davao city is indeed where Laura lives, here's my old reblog of a post that Laura convinced someone to make for her where it confirms she lives in Davao city, as reblogged also by Laura and she was fundraising because of allegedly being affected by a flood there.

So to recap: the user Sheeyancjoje is likely the scammer Laura Deramas due to similar patterns of behavior, such as 1. Vague "proof", 2. Harassment of tumblr users in asking them for money, including sending unsolicited photos and guilt tripping or repeatedly asking for more money from people who already donated, 3. Asking for large amounts of money from individual users the same way Laura did, 4. Fighting with and blocking the same user that called out Laura for faking her own death, 5. Interacting with other confirmed scammers, including another one involved in a funeral scam, like how Laura was, 6. Their banner is literally a photo of Laura's city of residence

[sidetongue]

I don’t know how to start this. First of all, I’ve read all of your message and comments and I appreciate each of you. I wanted to step away from this platform because it feels so wrong being here without Mil. For 8 years, sidetongue.tumblr.com has been a place where Miller has existed not only in my life, but in the lives of people all over the world. Her memory, her story, and her existence are etched into the walls of this blog and I feel like a traitor carrying on without her.

A comment stuck out to me though, and it said something like ‘you’ve built this community and we’re all here for you’. And that’s right; there is such a sense of community here, years worth of friendships, and it would be so unfair to shut you all out. I know many of you cried along with me, and many of you grieve over this little blue dog like she was a close friend. Let me fill you in.

On Thursday (Day 5) I had the day off from work but went in anyway to help put an NG tube in Mil. My vet had spoken to vets up north (where lepto is more prevalent) and they had said that clinical symptoms don’t improve until day 7 at least. That gave us a bit of an explanation as to why we hadn’t seen improvement yet. It gave us some hope. We had to buckle in and get her to day 7. Of course, we needed to get food into her, so a NG tube was needed so we could stop force feeding her with a syringe.

She was such a good sport for her tube. She didn’t fuss or squirm or complain. Her nose bled and I cried. She told me not to worry about it. I told her I loved her and I’d see her later.

At around 4:30pm I got a call from my vet. She said “you know how you asked me to tell you if it was time?” I knew what that meant. It meant something had changed, things weren’t okay anymore, it meant Miller was suffering. I rushed into work.

They told me she had collapsed a little while ago. They ran bloods, and her clotting time was abnormal. She was going into DIC. When I saw Mil she looked so tired. The vet said she’d carry her out onto the grass, but Mil wanted to walk. On shaky legs she dragged her tired body up and walked beside me as we went outside.

Mil got to feel the wind on her face, smell fresh air, see blue skies, and have green grass beneath her feet. I hysterically refused to put on a gown, gloves, and face shield. I didn’t care about getting sick, I didn’t care about protocols, I needed her to feel all of my love in her last moments. And selfishly, I needed to feel those velvety ears, run my fingers through her fur, and feel her warmth beneath my hands.

I buried my face in her neck and clung to her as she fell asleep. I squeezed my eyes shut and for many moments I couldn’t sit back up. Couldn’t open my eyes to a world without Miller in it.

It has taken me over a week to look at and edit these few photos. The SD card had been sitting heavy, holding the last two adventures we ever went on. It filled me with dread, knowing I’d have to sit and look at Miller being happy and carefree in these photos. If I didn’t look at them, then there would always be a little bit of Mil still alive and safe. But I knew, in order to feel closure, I needed to go through them.

My heart shattered over and over again as her bright eyes stared into mine through the screen. So full of life, so unknowing of what was to come. The beach photo was taken on the morning she was admitted, a mere hour before she walked into the vet clinic. Never to walk out again. She had been a little quiet; staying by my side and not venturing off with the rest of the dogs. That’s what prompted me to take her to work. That’s why I only got the one photo, after a seagull tempted her to half-heartedly chase it.

I will never understand why this happened to my little blue dog. My boss has clarified that we STILL do not recommend lepto vaccines and that they are still not indicated due to how very low the risk is. That’s a whole other level of pain. That it was a one in a million chance, that my best girl was the horrific anomaly and we’ll likely never see this disease again.

Thank you all again for your words of support. The other dogs are doing well, no one is sick, and Trickle is still with us. The foster program that Trickle is through has called up the clinic and paid the entire amount for Miller’s cremation; a huge gesture that took off some of the financial burden.

I feel so privileged to have shared Millou with you all - she had more friends than she could possibly ever know, which is saying something because she was just. So comically abrasive. I hope she’s found someone unsuspecting to bark at up there. I hope she’s climbing mountains and eating dead kangaroos. I hope she’s found the equivalent of grandma’s armchair and is snoozing peacefully. I’ll miss her forever.

[kyra45]

Look, a dragon! Anyway, here is another mini guide on spotting scams that are scammers pretending to be in Palestine:

Copy paste part of their post into your preferred search engine. Does it pull up a GoFundMe that uses the same text and similar images? Usually these scammers will take text off a real fundraiser and even copy the name of the creator to make a PayPal account. The real fundraiser likely won’t have any PayPal account associated with it because if the creator used tumblr they would link to the fundraiser that is already running and not suggest something else most of the time. Scammers might claim their GoFundMe is pending but then they’ll block you if you confront them with the link to the real one they stole from.

Search the ask the account sends you into tumblrs search engine. While it doesn’t work most of the time, it should locate previous instances of the ask usually showing if it’s been sent by previous accounts using the same pfp. If you’ve seen it enough times, you’ll spot the running theme the instant you see the pfp on someone sending you the ask.

Search the PayPal name and see if there is any other socials or any alerts out that are explaining the scam it could be linked to. Scammers often steal their names off actual people who aren’t aware someone’s committing fraud in their name. This is why it’s difficult to know what a scammers true name is; They just change them on a daily basis.

Usually the accounts sending asks only found you by searching posts and therefore is usually a new account that’s about a few hours, a day old, or even a week old. Always check the posting dates to see if they are accurate and haven’t been altered such as making them look much older then they really are. Usually by going into post editor and changing the date thinking it won’t be noticed.

Be wary of accounts who contact you across social media platforms asking you to fundraise for them. This isn’t to say their all scammers! This is just a word to warning to ensure the one asking you is a legitimate person who is in Palestine and not someone who is reusing stolen images as their own. I know it sounds a bit harsh, but I’ve already been dealing with this from someone whose been messaging tumblr users to raise money for someone called ‘Mirah’ who has already been seen taking images from Facebook without crediting the source or proving the images were taken by them and has already been caught across multiple blogs. And has twice took advantage of those who were willing to help.

In general, if all else fails, continue to support verified charities and fundraisers that have been confirmed as legitimate and shows where all the money is going or will go. There are numerous posts out there that link to these and searching around usually will locate them pretty quickly.

(Art should have alt text.)

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

DC (Batfamily)

Birdwatch11 by smilebackwards

Tim hadn’t actually meant to start a popular Batwatch blog.

He hadn’t meant to start a blog at all honestly but by the time he turned eleven he’d accumulated hundreds of pictures of Batman and Robin on his Nikon DSLR and it had just seemed inefficient to go through the trouble of printing them and storing them in a box under his bed when BlogSphere had a perfectly adequate platform.

lost treasure by adelfie

"Dad, I don’t want to do this.”

“It doesn’t matter what you want. This is why we brought you here,” Jack hisses. “So we can get paid.”

Or: When a cozy night out with his parents turns into a night of captivity and torture, Tim is forced to seek protection from his worst nightmare - the Red Hood.

Hey There Demons by hitthedeck

Treating magical threats lightly is never an option, especially when that threat tears holes in realities. To combat this danger, a good hero must remain vigilant and in peak physical condition at all times.

Too bad Red Robin never got that message.

Or, in which even demons can't comprehend why Tim Drake is Like That.

Stranger Things

Tell Me "Don't", So I Can Crawl Back In by KiaraMGrey

When Steve finds himself alone and without friends, following his breakup with Nancy, he decides what he needs is a distraction. Maybe some new friends who don't remind him of the bullshit life he gave up. When he literally runs into Eddie Munson, school drug dealer and self proclaimed freak, an idea begins to form. Who better to show him what life outside popularity can be like, than someone who doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks?

And Eddie? Well, Eddie is just bracing for impact.

Everybody's Friend by AmethystUnarmed

"Hey Harrington,” Eddie calls, as Steve books it to the Beamer.

Steve stops, and is only the slightest bit nervous when he says, “Yeah?”

It almost makes Eddie feel bad.

Almost.

“How’s the character creation going?”

The absolute dread on Steve’s face confirms Eddie's worst fears.

“I... I'm not going to be able to play Thursday.”

God. Dammit.

~~~

Steve's budding friendship with the Hellfire Club hits a few snags and Eddie wonders if all of this was even worth it.

Clone Wars

Standards of Professionality by Trixree

"Are we going to pretend I didn’t just find you fucking your General, vod?” Rex hisses over private-comm.

Cody doesn’t even turn his head to look at him. Rex can hear the smile in Cody’s voice when he replies, “No, because I am not fucking my General, Rex’ika. I am fucking Obi-Wan. We are professionals.”

5 times Cody and Obi-Wan struggled to maintain plausible deniability regarding their affections for one another + 1 time they decidedly Did Not

Shadowhunters

prosper matrimonium by smilebackwards

"Gorgeous, sweet, community-oriented,” Magnus ticks off the positive attributes on his fingers. And he’s sure he’ll find plenty more to like about Alexander Lightwood. “I imagine suitors are beating down his door. Please tell me he’s not actually dating Lorenzo.”

Cat hesitates. “Well, if you’re really interested in Alec, you have interesting timing to say the least.”

“How do you mean?” Magnus asks.

“Alec just put his name in for the prosper matrimonium.”

Or: The disaster with the Circle swings the Clave a little more progressive. And if Magnus wants Alec’s heart, he’s going to have to compete for it

The Umbrella Academy

To Be Where You Are (So Very Far) by bobee

He'd thought he'd seen it all.

Forty-Five years in a wasteland and two weeks saving the world, only to be taken for a year by a man guided by his own self-interest. He'd seen the horrors of what this life has to offer. It's all he's ever seen.

He just hadn't known that there was one out there meant for him.

(or, Number Five, the end of the end of the world, and the start of a new one.)

On My Terms by CivilBores

"I did what you asked,” he tells her. “Now, the briefcase.”

Her eyebrows raise in mock-surprise, red lips curling up her face in a sadistic smile.

“You didn’t think that was all, did you?” she asks.

AU: The Handler gives Five a slightly different deal.

[murdock-and-the-sea]

nepenthe · matt murdock x reader

nepenthe (n.)

something that can make you forget grief or suffering

pairing: college!matt x reader

word count: 2k

warnings: MY BLOG IS 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI. angst, feeling sick, mentions of blood tests, fear of needles, reader struggling with weight gain and body image

a/n: Self-indulgence? What is THAT? Ahahaha. Hahaha. Haaa... ಥ_ಥ Also pls excuse my rust af writing.

Divider by @firefly-graphics.

Matt was angry at himself for not noticing it sooner. But something was definitely off with you today from the start.

First, you missed your morning classes, which you never did unless you had a good reason to. You loved Criminal Law, fighting your way to the front row and took pride in the fact that everyone turned to you when they needed notes. But even after the first break, you were a no-show, so he tried calling you several times.

When you didn’t pick up, he managed to get Foggy to send you a text, asking if everything was ok. He tried not to show it, but he was getting worried, too. Which only drove home the point that this was very uncharacteristic of you. In the middle of your next class, the phone dinged with a message, apologizing and letting the both of them know you were on your way.

Not ten minutes later, in the middle of Legal Research, you awkwardly creeped in through the door, much to the vexation of the professor, who merely huffed at you for interrupting his speech. You sneaked a shy wave towards them and took the first empty seat you could find.

Foggy leaned in close, whispering to him about how pale and tired you looked; and he could feel it, too. Anxiety was practically oozing out of you, and you were drinking an awful lot of water.

“You think they're sick?” Foggy asked, but Matt wasn’t sure. It didn’t seem like you had a fever.

But he would get to the bottom of this.

After class, you tried to play it cool and brush it off. All you were willing to say was that you had a doctor’s appointment. “Just a checkup,” you reassured, and it wasn’t a lie, technically. But Matt could tell you were skidding around the truth, though he refrained from pushing you too hard.

It wasn’t until you were all walking across the campus that he reached the end of his patience. Foggy was animatedly telling you about what you missed that morning when you stumbled and fell over, almost dragging Matt down with you. He managed to grab your arm just in time, pulling you up and Foggy rushing over to your other side to help.

You really didn’t mean to. You specifically wanted to avoid telling them anything because you didn’t want to make them worry. But your stupid appointment left you lightheaded and dizzy, and it was hot and Foggy was talking and you tried to pay attention, barely hearing him over the ringing in your ears… Next thing you know, you were yanked up by Matt just in time to keep you from hitting the ground.

Foggy was ready to run for the nurse, but you managed to convince them there was no need for that, and that you just got dizzy. Matt was annoyed, you could tell. Curtly, he demanded you explain, but only after you had something to drink and layed down. Their dorms were closer and reluctantly, you let them take you to their shared room, guarding you from both sides despite your protests. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid, but fighting them was pointless.

Now, you were laying on your back across Matt’s bed, eyes closed as you tried to relax and even your breathing. He sat down next to you, the bed dipping under his weight.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” he asked, sounding more hurt than angry.

You opened your eyes, heaving a big sigh as you stared up at the ceiling. “Because it was just a blood test, it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal.”

“Not a big deal? They stabbed you three times, like a pin cushion!” Foggy exclaimed. He was sitting across the room on his own bed but you could feel his worried gaze - the both of their gazes - as if they were waiting for you to inevitably get sick again.

“They had to take different samples. It was for an insulin test.” you said meekly. Absent-mindedly, your hands brushed over one of the small bruises on your arm.

Matt furrowed his brow. This was the first time he was hearing about this, unaware of you having any medical issues. “A what?”

“A 3-point insulin resistance test. It’s like,...” you paused, groaning internally.

You really didn’t mean to burden them with this, but after your fall, you supposed they deserved an explanation. You really gave them quite a scare. “First they take a blood sample to check your blood sugar. And then you have to drink this disgusting cup filled with a lot of sugar and a little water, and then they take another blood sample after an hour, and then another after two hours have passed. To see your insulin levels.”

“Is it for…?”

“It’s to check for diabetes, and insulin resistance, yeah.”

There was a bit of silence, Matt reaching out to take your hand in his, fingertips skimming over your skin soothingly. “Is everything okay?”

“You’re not ill, are you?” Foggy asked from the other end.

Gosh, you could cry from how sweet and caring and worried they were. But it made you feel so guilty.

“I’m not. I-I think.” There were a few tears brimming in your eyes already. It was so stupid. “I just.. I’m sorry. I just struggled with my weight recently, so I went to see a doctor and-”

“Sweetheart,” Matt interrupted, in the most tender way possible. “There’s nothing wrong with your-”

“No, no, I know. I know, okay?” You pulled your hand away, instinctively wrapping your arms around your body. You could see it hurt Matt, but he didn’t force you, wanting to give you space if you needed.

It was so bloody stupid.

“I know it’s not a big deal, and that it could be worse, but I was really struggling, and I wanted to feel better about myself. And I tried paying attention to what I was eating, but it just- i-it wasn’t doing anything?”

Matt’s mind was speeding, trying to remember if you’ve ever mentioned this to him. Vaguely, he recalled how you often skipped eating together these past few weeks, claiming that you already had lunch, or politely declined the snacks they offered to share.

He didn’t think it meant anything other than you not feeling hungry, but now… if Matt was angry at himself before, now he was furious for not noticing. He was about to scold you - as gently as possible - but Foggy beat him to it.

“You didn’t start one of those crazy diets, did you?!”

At least, his exclamation brought a weak smile to your face, however fleeting. “Nah, don’t worry. I’m smarter than that, at least. I just tried to get better food, and did all the stupid things like drinking more water, and going on walks. But even after a few months, it was just-”

How could you explain it to them? It was hard to grasp, even for you. It was like your body despised you, refusing to cooperate and instead, turning against you. Like it was ignoring the rules that applied to everybody else, clinging to everything you gave it, refusing to let go.

You knew it wasn’t healthy to think about it this way, but you had so many classmates who just looked better than you. Thinner. Prettier. More natural. And it was blood-boiling how they seemingly had it all figured out, eating what they wanted and worrying about it later.

When your thoughts were getting nastier, and you felt worse about yourself than ever before, you realized that maybe you need a little help. You sought out a dietitian, who, despite your initial fears, was very understanding and patient with you. She actually listened and took notes about your family history. When you mentioned your grandmother had diabetes and thyroid gland problems, she immediately suggested taking some tests.

You didn’t want to tell Matt because you’ve only been dating for a short while, already feeling guilty for having so much baggage. Even if deep down, you knew he would support you through this. He was truly so sweet and kind, along with Foggy.

In the end, you just sighed. “I just wanted to make sure I’m doing things right, and the doctor seemed nice when she suggested the test. But I swear, I wasn’t starving myself.”

“You still got pretty dizzy today, yeah?” Matt asked, opening his palm and with a smile, you slid your hand back, entwining your fingers with his.

“Yeah, I don’t handle blood tests too well. I don’t like the needles.”

Foggy snorted. “This is why you should have taken us. We could have blindfolded you in the waiting room so you didn’t have to see.”

Matt burst out in laughter so unexpectedly that it was contagious and, despite still feeling a little sick, you couldn’t help but laugh yourself.

“I’m not sure that would be a good thing to do, but, thanks, Foggy.”

“We really don’t mind going with you next time, you know.” Matt offered, gently squeezing your hand. “If you want.”

It was silly that they wouldn’t support you, now that you thought of it.

“It would be nice, yeah. Sorry for not telling you about it. I didn’t even know it was going to last this long, and I had to go on an empty stomach, and couldn’t drink or eat anything in-between the samples… it was hard.”

There was a pause.

“But you did eat after it, right?” Matt asked, voice stern.

Shit.

You quickly averted your gaze from him, only to be met with the deadliest glare you have ever seen from Foggy.

Shit.

“I was in a hurry to make it to class!”

“That’s no excuse!”

“But—!”

“Sweetheart, what were you thinking?”

“I don’t know! I wasn’t thinking!”

“You have to eat something, right now.”

You groaned in defeat, grabbing Matt’s pillow and pulling it over your head.

“Fine, I’ll go grab something from the cafeteria.” Foggy said, climbing off his bed. “Matt, make sure they stay here.”

“I’m not a prisoner, Foggy!” You exclaimed, throwing the pillow in his general direction.

“Oh, you’re staying sweetheart, don’t worry.”

Once Foggy left, you promptly climbed over so you could lay your head in Matt’s lap, wrapping your arms around his waist. He chuckled, rubbing your back.

“You know we’re only doing this for you, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, you are both mother hens, I know.” You mumbled, pressing your face against his shirt. You took a deep breath, inhaling his scent and letting it calm you.

After a little silence, Matt brushed his fingers over your cheeks lovingly. “You really scared me today.”

“I’m sorry, Matt. I really am.”

“It’s ok, sweetheart. I’m not angry. But please,” he said, voice so low as he almost pleaded with you. “Don’t do it again.”

“I won’t, I promise.” You held him a bit tighter, and you both fell to a comfortable, peaceful silence.

It was only interrupted by a knock on the door a few minutes later.

“I hope you guys are decent,” Foggy said, carefully opening the door “cause I don’t wanna drop these sandwiches.”

“Foggy!”

You couldn’t even get angry at them. Most of your guilt has evaporated when you saw how ready they were to help, and if you wanted to be truly honest with yourself, it felt good to be doted on a little.

They were more than ready to entertain you all afternoon but after eating, you still felt a little tired, so Matt walked you back to your own dorm room. You thanked him for everything they did, and of course, being the sweet guy he is, he brushed it off as nothing to worry about.

He waited until you got comfortable in bed, leaning to press a kiss to your forehead. “I will always love you, no matter what happens, angel. And if you want to feel better, or just more comfortable about yourself, I’ll be here with you through that too, okay?”

You barely managed to squeak out a reply, eyes teary but feeling so loved by him. He gave you one last, quick kiss goodbye before he left to let you rest.

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Valentine's Surprise | Jung Wooyoung

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Fem!Reader

Request: No.

Synopsis: Wooyoung surprises his girlfriend for Valentine's Day, which also just so happens to be their anniversary.

Warnings: None. This is probably terrible. This is a repost from my now deactivated blog. More of an explanation in my pinned post.

Word Count: 783

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“Why don’t you join us?” Y/N’s best friend offers, not wanting to see her alone for her first valentine’s day with her boyfriend, who is out of the country, until tomorrow.  

“I don’t want to intrude on your plans,” Y/N politely declines her friends offer. She'd been third-wheeling her and her boyfriend quite a bit since Wooyoung went on tour. “I’ll be fine. I’ve got ice cream and plenty of ATEEZ content to binge, so It’ll be like Woo is here. He did message me earlier saying he’s going to call me again soon.” 

“If you change your mind, call me.” 

“Enjoy your night,” she tells her friend and ends the call before she can say anything more.  

Pulling up YouTube on her tv, she finds the WANTEEZ playlist that’s saved to her favourite and presses play.  

Y/N and Wooyoung had met three years. A mutual friend of theirs was hosting a gathering. Wooyoung being the social butterfly that he is, introduced himself first. By the end of the night, after he’d walked her home, they swapped numbers and made plans to go out for dinner the following night. Their relationship has been going strong and steady (with a few minor hiccups) since then. 

Three episodes in, her phone starts ringing. She checks it, sees that it’s Wooyoung and pauses the video before answering her phone. 

“Hi baby, how’s your night going?” she asks him. 

“Can you open the door?” he asks, greeting her, sounding out of breath and as if he’s wrestling with something. 

“What door?” she asks, confused and wondering if he’s hidden something in one of the bedrooms or somewhere else. It doesn’t explain the breathlessness though. “Did you run somewhere? Are you okay?” she asks sounding concerned. 

“The apartment door,” he tells her, confusing her even more. “Your anniversary and Valentine’s Day gift has arrived.” 

Standing up from where she’s sitting, she makes her way to the apartment door, looks through the peep hole and finds someone standing there, holding a bouquet of her favourite flowers and a giant stuffed black cat that’s almost as big as the person and hiding who the person is. Unlocking and opening the door, with the phone still to her ear, “What are-” 

She’s cut off when the person moves the stuffed animal away from him, revealing it’s none other than Wooyoung. “Happy anniversary, Jagiya! Oh and Happy Valentine’s Day too!”  

He moves them into her apartment, closing the door behind him and hands her the flowers and leans in to give her a kiss, bringing you out of your stunned state. 

“How did you... I thought you were coming home tomorrow night?” She says, still a little surprised to see him.  

“I talked the managers into letting me fly home early,” he says smiling widely. “Did I surprise you?”  

Y/N nods her head, causing his smile to widen as he leans in for another kiss. He lets go of the giant black cat to wraps his arms around her waist and bring her closer. She quickly wraps her arms around him, returning the kiss with equal passion. The surprise and thoughtfulness of his gesture leaves her feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.  

As they part, she looks into his beautiful deep brown eyes, "I can't believe you did this for me," she whispers, her voice filled with love. 

Last year he paid for her to be flown to Japan where they had a few shows and schedules, knowing he wouldn’t be home. She was grateful that she had a few days off at the time. This time she didn’t get any time off and Wooyoung was due home the day after, so they planned something for then. 

Wooyoung smiles, his eyes sparkling with love and adoration for his woman. "We’ve been together three years. This is our fourth Valentine’s together. We haven’t spent an anniversary or Valentine’s Day alone since we met. I wasn’t going to let you be alone this time."  

Last year he paid for her to be flown to Japan where they had a few shows and schedules, knowing he wouldn’t be home. She was grateful that she had a few days off at the time. This time she didn’t get any time off and Wooyoung was due home the day after, so they planned something for then. 

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," she says, her voice filled with sincerity.  

Wooyoung brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle and comforting. "I ask myself that every day."  

After placing the flowers on the counter, Y/N pulls him in for another kiss.

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Spotted

Description: a few days later Opie thinks he's spotted her walking around Charming and he has to speak to her immediately.

This is part 5 of my Opie and the waitress series.

Word Count: 2,062

Warnings: none I think

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Opie and Jax ride their Harleys through the streets of Charming, the wind whipping through their hair. Opie's mind is filled with thoughts of the waitress, as it has been for days now. He keeps replaying their meetings in his head, wondering if she ever thought about him.

Suddenly, Opie thinks he sees a glimpse of her walking down the sidewalk but he was riding too fast to be sure.

He immediately hits the brakes, skidding to a halt turning to the side of the road swerving infront of Jax.

Jax nearly crashes into him, braking hard and looking at Opie with confusion. "What the hell, Ope?" he yells.

Opie ignores him, his eyes fixed on something across the street. "I think I saw her." he says bluntly, a mix of hope and anxiety in his voice.

Jax follows his gaze. "Who?" he asks, scanning the area, but not seeing anyone.

"The waitress," Opie says urgently, whipping hes head around still looking for her. "I swear I just saw her." he mumbles.

HONK "GET OUT OF THE ROAD MORONS" an angry driver yells as Opie and Jax are still partially blocking the road.

Opie ignores the driver, too focused on trying to spot the waitress. "Come on, she was right here. I know it." he says, still scanning the sidewalk, his heart racing.

"She probably went into a store or something let's park up and wait a beat and see if you spot her again" Jax suggests.

Opie nods, realizing he can't keep sitting in the road like an idiot. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to slow his heart rate as he parks his bike, Jax following suit. They both get off their bikes, leaning against them, waiting and watching for any sign of her.

They keep their eyes on the sidewalk, watching as people pass by. Some look at the bikers with mild curiosity, others avoid their gazes altogether. Opie's heart pounds in his chest, his eyes darting everywhere, searching every face. He can feel Jax's eyes on him, but he doesn't care. He's desperate to find her, to see her beautiful face again.

Several minutes pass, and there's still no sign of the waitress. Opie's starting to feel frustrated. Could he really have been hallucinating? "Maybe I was just seeing things, man" he mutters, more to himself than to Jax. He runs a hand through his hair, feeling foolish now. He was so sure he saw her, but now he doubts himself.

Jax lights a cigarette and passes it to Opie. "You know, if you just got her number, you wouldn't be acting so crazy right now" he says grinning.

Opie shoots him a glare. "Yeah, yeah, you've made that clear enough." he huffs, taking a drag from the cigarette.

He glances down the street one more time, the disappointment starting to set in. Maybe she was just some girl who looked like her, and he had gotten his hopes up for nothing.

He sighs, shaking his head. "What am I doing, man? Why am I so obsessed with this girl? I barely know her." he murmurs, taking another drag from the cigarette.

Jax shrugs, taking the cigarette back. "You've got a damn crush, Ope. It happens to the best of us."

"Yeah, I guess I do" he sighs "you should head back I'm just gonna wait here a little longer" she says not wanting to be teased anymore.

"Hell no, you think I'm gonna miss an opportunity to see who has got you twisted up like this" Jax replies gesturing vaguely at Opie.

Opie grunts, knowing there's no point in arguing. Jax is too damn stubborn.

The two of them sit in silence for a few more minutes, still watching the sidewalk intently. Opie can feel Jax's eyes on him occasionally, and it's irritating him.

Opie's eyes widen as he sees her walking out of the pawn shop across the street.

"There she is" he mutters, straightening up, his heart racing again.

Jax follows his gaze, spotting the waitress as well. He grins, looking back at Opie. "Well, well, well. Looks like you weren't hallucinating after all, Ope." he teases.

Opie doesn't even think as he runs across the street, dodging cars and nearly getting hit. He's tunnel visioned on the waitress, determined to catch up to her. He doesn't notice the angry drivers honking at him, or Jax calling his name.

He catches up to her quickly, his long legs closing the distance between them in no time at all. He reaches out, grabbing her arm, causing her to scream, whirling around swinging her purse at him hitting him in the face the contents spilling on the ground.

Opie stumbles back, more surprised than hurt. He holds up his hands, trying to placate her. "Hey, hey, hey, relax, it's me!" he says urgently.

"Opie? Oh my god, I'm so sorry I didn't know it was you. Are you okay?" She rambles her hand on her chest in shock.

Opie rubs his jaw where the purse hit him, wincing a little. "Yeah, I'm fine. I should have thought better than to grab you like that, sorry." he mutters, still a bit dazed from the impact.

Jax jogs up to them, laughing loudly. "Damn, Ope, she got you real good with that purse" he says, practically wheezing with laughter.

Opie glares at him, still holding his jaw. "Shut up, Jax" he mutters, his face reddening in embarrassment.

He looks back at Jessica she is on the ground trying to gather her things.

He crouches down to help her, scooping up a few of the spilled contents that lie on the ground, he sees a pawn slip among the items and sighs inwardly. He hands the items back to her, his heart still thumping after the unexpected confrontation.

"Thanks," she says quietly, smiling slightly as she takes the items.

"No problem," he replies softly, their eyes meeting for a moment. He's still dazed from the unexpected encounter, and the close proximity to her. He can feel Jax watching the two of them intently.

"Ain't you gonna introduce me Ope?" Jax says a shit eating grin on his face.

Opie rolls his eyes, half annoyed and half amused by Jax's antics. "This is Jessica," he says, gesturing at her. "Jessica, this is Jax, my best friend and pain in my ass."

Opie shoots Jax a warning glare, but the damage is already done. He knows Jax is going to tease him relentlessly about this later.

Jax chuckles, sticking out his hand for her to shake. "Pleased to meet you, darlin'. I've heard a lot about you." He grins at Opie as he says this, unable to resist teasing him.

"Good things, I hope," Jessica replies politely, shaking Jax's hand with a small smile.

"Oh yeah, only good things" Jax replies, still grinning.

Opie shoots him another dark look, silently begging him not to say anything else.

Jax ignores his look, clearly enjoying himself. "Opie here hasn't stopped talking about you since the first day he met you," he adds, clearly loving the way Opie's cheeks are turning redder.

"Jax, shut the hell up," Opie mutters through gritted teeth, silently willing a hole to open up in the ground he can disappear into.

Jax laughs again, throwing his arm around Opie's shoulder. "Now, now, Ope, no need to be embarrassed. I think it's cute that you have a little crush on the pretty lady here."

Opie mutters something unintelligible under his breath, his face burning red. He tries to shake off Jax's arm to no avail. Jax's hold on him is firm and he knows he's not going to be able to get out of this without making a scene.

Jessica looks between the two, a mixture of confusion and amusement on her face.

Jax grins, enjoying himself far too much. "Looks like Ope's all tongue-tied," he says, ruffling Opie's hair. "Can't say I blame him though. You're quite the looker."

Opie grits his teeth, resisting the urge to punch Jax. He tries to ignore him, turning his attention to Jessica instead. "Uh, sorry about him. He's a little..." he mumbles, feeling mortified.

Jax grins. "Charismatic, charming, suave...?" he offers.

Opie shoots him a glare. "I was going to say he's a jackass," he mutters.

She giggles "Don't worry about it..." she stands a little awkwardly unsure what to say or do now.

Opie smiles a little at her giggle, the sound going straight to his heart. He can feel Jax's gaze on him, silently telling him to say something already. He stumbles over his words, suddenly at a loss for what to say. "Uh, I, uh..." he stutters, feeling like an idiot.

Jax snickers beside him, finding this whole thing highly entertaining. He gives Opie a not-so-subtle nudge in the ribs.

"I think Ope here wants to invite you to a party we're having at the clubhouse tonight, it just a regular Friday night bash nothing fancy"

Opie shoots Jax a look, silently cursing him. 'Real smooth, Jax' he thinks.

He swallows, turning back to Jessica, trying to look a little less like a nervous fool. "Yeah, um, we're having a party tonight. You should come," he says, trying to sound casual. The invitation comes out a little rushed.

"A party huh?...can I bring my roommate?" She asks, she likes Opie but doesn't know him or the club that well enough to feel comfortable going alone.

Opie feels a twinge of disappointment, but he understands her hesitancy. He doesn't blame her for wanting to bring someone she knows, especially around the club.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he responds trying to hide how he feels. "Bring as many people as you want. The more the merrier, right?" he adds, giving a small, forced smile.

"Great! Here" she grabs his hand and a pen from her bag. She writes her number on him being carful to write it clearly. "Text me when and where to show up and I'll be there"

Opie watches as she writes her number on him, feeling her soft hand on his skin. It's a simple act, but it sends a jolt through him. He stares at the numbers on his hand, feeling both excited and panicked.

"Uh, yeah, cool," he manages to say, his voice betraying his emotions. "I'll text you, for sure."

Jax is watching the exchange with a knowing smirk, clearly amused by how flustered Opie is. He knows this is all new ground for his best friend, and he's enjoying every minute of it.

"I've got to go I have a job interview in like 15 minutes, but I'll see you later" She mumbles looking at her watch.

"Oh, right. Yeah, good luck with that," he says, trying to hide his disappointment. A part of him wants her to stay, to keep talking, but he knows she has to go.

He watches as she turns to leave, a mixture of excitement and nerves swirling in his stomach. He manages a small smile. "I'll text you later, about the party," he reassures her.

The moment she is far enough away he punches Jax in the shoulder, hard.

"Ow!" Jax exclaims, rubbing his shoulder. "What was that for? I helped you out, didn't I? you got her number and you're gonna see her again tonight" he grins.

"Oh yeah, great job, inviting her to a party full of naked women and drunk bikers, what a wonderful first date, you've helped me out so much," Opie says sarcastically, pissed off, stalking back to his bike.

Jax follows after him, still grinning. "Come on, it'll be fun. It's a SAMCRO party. She'll have a great time. Besides everyone will love her, she's hot"

Opie glares at him, climbing on his bike. "Right, because a girl like her dreams about being around drunk, lewd bikers....oh god please tell me Tig is out of town tonight" he says cringing at the thought of Tig meeting her.

"Sorry Ope, I saw Tig earlier today. He's definitely gonna be there tonight." he grins. "You'll just have to keep him away from your gal."

Opie groans, running a hand over his face. Just what he needs, Tig hitting on Jessica. He didn't think his night could get any more complicated.

"Great, just great," he mutters. "This party is gonna be a total disaster"

Jax laughs, hopping onto his bike as well.

[ghxstmxchine]

Hello- This is my first time requesting smt on Tumblr but your blog has caught my attention since you write trans content so well which is sadly rare :I Anyways could you write Miguel X ftm reader who is shy about wanting to Dom Miguel for the first time (sfw with or without nsfw is fine) Thank you in advance for the masterpiece you are going to cook up

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☆ ᴀ/ɴ: as a trans person, writing for other trans people is always something I'm happy to do! so glad you think I write it so well, always important to have good representation :)

☆ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ: NSFW // Miguel x ftm!reader // w.c: 1.1k // warnings: smut, dom!reader, blowjobs, dirty talk, penetration

You loved him. You loved him so much that you were scared to mess up, every action, every movement was calculated. It made for a strange relationship between the two of you, both so meticulous, tactful to your cores that made navigating your relationship feel like a game of chess.

That’s why you never brought it up to him in the bedroom. You didn’t want to say the wrong thing and scare him off, nor face rejection and just how humiliating that can be. Miguel normally took the reins, it was expected when he was the one running most things. Pushing you down on the bed and crawling on top, his hands everywhere as he guides you towards pleasure that left your whole body tingling.

You loved it so damn much, he was good and took care of your every need. But you wanted something else, you’d been given a taste and were starved for more. You wanted a go at taking charge, but that required you being forward enough to ask.

“You want to what?” Miguel asks, asking more for clarification rather than completely missing what you said. You could tell from the way his face seemed slightly red, bushy eyebrows furrowed.

“Nevermind,” you spit the words out fast, trying to take back what you had already said. Your cheeks darken with shame, a blush rising on your skin which betrays so easily your desperate attempt to play down what you had just said. God, you wanted to die on the spot. Not like he’d be nice enough to grant you mercy.

Miguel seemed equally conflicted, you couldn’t blame him as he seemed to switch between satisfied and unsure. Finally, he approaches you, large hands gently grasping your wrists so he could hold your hands. He smiles down at you, all too knowing. “No, say what you said.”

“I want…” You look everywhere but at him. You were making your message seem pretty weak. “I want to try being in charge… y’know next time. Next time we’re… in bed together..”

He snorts but it’s not condescending, much more entertained. Miguel leans in to kiss you, nipping gently at your bottom teeth with those pearly fangs of his. “Really? You think you can?”

“Y-yeah..”

“You’re not acting like you can.” Miguel replies cooly and you shift in your spot, finally looking him in the eye. Satisfaction sprawls across his face as he kisses you again, whispering softly between each peck. “So show me, gonna put me in my place or not?”

You didn’t expect it to begin so quickly, a messy makeout between the two of you following the conversation. One second the tension in the air is thick then it’s snapping, hands tangled in hair and lips smashed together. Your hands cup his jaw, pulling him down to meet you, forcing him onto your level.

Soon enough he’s sinking to his knees, mouth wet with saliva that stains your thighs as he kisses every inch of exposed skin. Miguel’s pupils are blown wide, reflecting your own flustered face in the glossiness of them. Your fingers curl in his hair, pushing his head back so he’s looking up at you, the soft gasp leaving his mouth is praise to your actions, satisfaction that you’re showing him what you can do.

Slowly, your other hand that has been cupping his jaw climbs up the side of his face, touching the soft flesh of his lips. You ghost your fingers over them, pressing against the seam of glossy lips that part so obediently. Warm surrounds your fingers, spit coating the pad of each digit as you ease his mouth open, his tongue lolling out without you even having to ask.

You press your fingers against the fangs, feeling their sharpness and how they dig into your fingertips, anymore pressure and they’d slash right though with ease. He shivers, a single movement away from the taste of your sweet blood on his tongue. He wanted it so fucking bad but you tug at his hair, the pressure on his scalp reminding him of where he is as he lets you touch his fangs. “S’pretty…”

Pushing down your pants and boxers, the cold air on your crotch and the slick staining your thighs makes you shiver. Miguel immediately melts at the sight, nearly drooling but he doesn’t move, waiting for you to do something.

“¿Vas a hacer algún movimiento o simplemente voy a mirar?”

You take in a deep breath to steady yourself, searching for what to say. Tightening the fist in his hair you pull him closer, his cheek resting against your thigh. “You can start by sucking me off.”

You don’t need to say anything else, those soft lips kissing up your thighs before he’s at your core, tongue curling as it slides through your fold. You shudder, knees shaking as he dives in to feast on you, wrapping his lips around your t-dick and hollowing his cheeks as he sucks on it. Big, rough hands grasp at your thighs, encapsulating them with ease as he tilts his head for better access, suckling at your t-dick and folds coated with sweet slick.

Every breath leaving your mouth is shuddery, you’d screw your eyes closed if it wasn’t for how gorgeous he looked on his knees, lapping so desperately at your core, praying you’d open your legs just a little more so he could slide his hot tongue into your cunt. He buries his face against the warmth between your legs, nearly trying to pull you down on his mouth as he sucks you off, eating you out like a man starved.

The hand that was once weakly grasping at his hair, simply looking for something to keep you steady tightens, no longer holding on but guiding him. There was some sort of confidence that came with guiding him, tugging his hair as you guide his mouth along your t-dick, slurping messily at the engorged clit as he laves his tongue over it. He was so messy, slick smeared on his chin and all around his mouth as you pushed his head closer, forcing him to suckle sweetly at your t-dick.

“Jus’ like that, keep suckin’ my dick, baby. You’re so messy…” You moan, pleasure boiling over as you feel your thighs tremble, cumming all over his face in a sticky mess. You pull his away, Miguel more than happy to keep lapping at your juices dripping down your thighs. “So messy, letting me cum all over your face.”

You’re pushing him against the bed soon enough, crawling on top and sliding his thick length inside you, aided by your own slick and then amount he drooled all over you. Emboldened by just how good he looked when he was on his knees, you slide your hands up his broad chest and lean in close, lips ghosting against his ear. You prop your hips up, the head of his cock the only thing left inside you.

“C’mon, start fucking me baby. Make me feel good.”

[safety-pin-punk]

A Joint Message With @polyamorouspunk

Dear Punks,

We are gathered here today… again… to talk about a shared view of the punk culture specifically in the tumblr bubble that we share between ourselves and also with so many of you.

To be frank, we get a lot of asks, which is a joy for both of us, and we love answering your questions with our opinions, other’s opinions, bouncing things off each other and our other mutuals, and directing you to anything that you might find helpful in your inquires. However, as we have stated in our other, previous letter, from which this was literally copy-pasted word-for-word verbatim, we are not, nor do we believe that there is a “perfect” punk.

Every punk is going to have different opinions. Someone else having different opinions than you, than us, than each other, doesn’t make them a “bad person”. It doesn’t make them “not punk”. And honestly, sometimes it feels like people worry that if they DO have different opinions that go against the masses, they will be crucified, which… yeah, honestly, is true, you will be. There’s going to be opinions from us you probably wouldn’t like, because they don’t “go with the masses”, but… isn’t the point of punk culture to think critically for yourself instead of just emptily echoing the words of others to voice a shared and yet unattainable promise of some sort of utopia? 

At the core of punk both on and offline is forming your own opinions based on critical thinking, learning from others, and learning from your own life experiences. And more so recently than in the past, it feels like these things are being forgotten and left behind. To be quite frank, it’s tiring to see people grab onto a belief or way of thinking without fully understanding it, why they believe it, and especially not taking time to consider why the otherside of an argument may have some validity to it. And sure, to a degree, this is expected on the internet. But currently, our online scene seems to be full of people who are ready to jump at each other and anyone who dares to share an opinion that isn’t the popular one. And to a further extent, people seem to have forgotten that gray areas exist, and most issues are not a black and white matter.

This, among other things, has led to some feelings of inauthenticity, burnout, hesitation, frustration, lack of interest in engaging with the community as we once did, etc. But there are many, many other factors as well offline in our personal lives.

Key is working as a chemist and a DJ while balancing a personal life, a relationship, helping her family, and exploring new hobbies. While also trying to navigate buying a house. So she doesn’t devote as much time as she used to to Tumblr at the moment.

Punk is raising a kitten, trying to work on their mental health, and working a lot more hours than they normally would, leaving them with not as much time as they would previously spend on tumblr making content.

Another thing that we are both dealing with is trying to live up to the expectations put on us. Honestly, the closest Punk came to acting like they expect people on here see them led to them being really unhappy, and they had to take a step back from IDing with “Punk” at all, as it was becoming unhealthy.

For Key, she has always tried to make it a point that there is so much more to her than just being a punk, but when running a punk blog, people tend to expect you to fall into a specific set of likes and dislikes that really don’t align with her as a person. This is part of the reason she has taken some time off focusing on her punk blog, to instead work on embracing some other parts of herself.

In conclusion,

We wanted to point out and acknowledge why we may seem not as active at the moment, while also addressing something that we both see as a major issue in our shared online space. While we take the time we need to refresh, recover, and work on ourselves, we ask that you all do the same. Take time to really think about what you believe and why. Consider other points of view, and not just if they are right or wrong. See if you can figure out why people believe something different from you. But most importantly, remember to stay true to who you are and don’t allow yourself to be another cog in a machine.

[the-wanderer-2022]

Feather Serpent Goddess Chapter 3 (Dark Namor x Reader)

(Please note you can find the Masterlist for this series at the top of my blog)

Warnings: Yandere themes, damn good writing 🤫

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"Kukulcan. What is it?"

"Nothing my child."

"Then with your permission, I will leave for my mission," Namora says.

"Go."

Where can she be? It is the only thought consuming Namor as he leaves the throne room, descending down the winding steps to the room he hides from the world.

Going inside, glow worms illuminate the shrine. He has built quite the collection now. Pieces of (Y/N). Pieces that in no way make up the full picture. Strands of her (H/C) hair, the lily she dropped at her mother's funeral sits preserved in wax, the lyrics of that song she keeps singing. Nothing big enough for her to miss it. But sometimes when he cannot sleep, he comes down here, to these poorly drawn images he has made of her. He's gotten better with the drawing. He cannot even stomach the thought of someone else picturing what she looks like, so he has never asked someone else to draw her for him.

There's another song she sings a lot. He doesn't know what it's called. But it goes something like

"It's been a long day without you my friend, and I'll tell you all about it when I see you again . . ." That's the only line he knows. But it captures perfectly how empty it feels without (Y/N).

Deep down, he knows his people should be his obsession. Their safety and well-being his every thought. Then why does can he not shift her face from his mind? Why does he steal as many hours of sleep as he can, just for the chance to encounter this woman?

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"What happened to your mama?"

"Can't you just go inside my head and read my memories?" (Y/N) snaps as Chimal leaps a wall ten feet at a time. She seems to know where she is going. What she is doing. It's just a damn shame she never shuts up.

"That's not how this works," Chimal huffs as she lands with a grunt and takes off running. "And you might be a little bit more grateful you know? It's not easy moving undetected through Wakanda. If you keep me entertained, I won't have to talk so much, and we'll be more likely to move without being heard."

"Can't you just keep quiet?" (Y/N) asks.

A big exhalation. "I don't like silence. It reminds me too much of home." She seems to consider something before the tension falls from her eyes and she continues with a shaky smile. "But enough of that. What happened to your mama? I know all about Daddyo. But you never talk about her."

"Chimal, can I be honest? Woman to woman so to speak? I appreciate you doing all of this, but let's just say this isn't the first time I've had contact with a, and don't take this the wrong way, your kind. I don't trust you."

"Not all spirits are like that . . ."

"I have yet to see evidence to the contrary."

"I'm helping you!"

"You took control of my body without so much as a by your leave!"

"There wasn't time . . ."

"There never is. You're just like him."

It's forbidden to ask about previous possessions. Each spirit has their own journey, their own mission, and they should not be concerned with paths other than their own. It's bad professionalism. Nevertheless, Chimal cannot help but ask.

"What was his name?" There's one rule out the window.

"He didn't leave a calling card, he left a mark. I barely got out of it with my head still intact. My left arm."

Chimal lifts her arm. And it feels, if one can survive such a feeling, like being ran over by one of those human vehicles called a truck. "You got possessed by Khios?!"

[king-midas-fortnite]

Hello. I assume there is little need for introduction, but I am Midas. I've recently returned from a brief..."sabbatical", shall we call it, in the Underworld.

My daughter, Jules thought it would be a good idea to keep a blog. Not sure why. Something about venting feelings, connecting with other people not in my crew, etc. Not exactly things I find very high priority, but I suppose it can't kill me. I'd know better than anyone what can, after all. And perhaps it'll make keeping tabs on people of interest easier...

Feel free to reach out, if you wish. Message me, tag me, whatever the case may be. I'll do my best to be active here. Whatever it takes to make my daughter happy. However, I am a busy man. Apologies if I miss anything.

((Keep reading for rules and notes!))

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Rules and guidelines for interacting!

1. This blog is run by an adult. I am 26, my main is @snippydippy. Please keep this in mind when interacting with me. I ask that minors please consider a different Midas.

I will use (()) to indicate when I'm speaking out of character in any posts!

2. I don't mind NSFW content myself, but may not answer questions or reblog content pertaining to sexually explicit topics to keep things relatively appropriate.

3. This blog may contain ship content, it may not. I have ships I like, they may not be the ones you do. While my version of Midas is cis, he's not straight (bi king). If this bothers you, I don't know what to tell you.

4. My DMs and asks will always be open! Please don't be shy, Midas won't bite. I'm down to RP in the reblogs with anyone! However, DM roleplays for other adults only, please.

5. This blog will always be skewed towards a more serious vibe. I take my characterization of Midas very seriously (more so than I probably should for a FN character lol). You won't find much in the way of him being a silly guy. Even if I find it funny, if I don't think a situation would be in character for my version of him, it won't happen.

That's it as far as my rules go aside from the obvious "don't be a dick" sentiments that I feel I shouldn't have to say. Thank you for reading them! Next are just a couple notes on my headcanons for Midas.

-Midas has some control over his Golden Touch. I think of the curse in a way that is similar to chronic pains. Some days, it is manageable, and he can touch whatever he'd like without issue. Some days, it is bad. He has to avoid people, can't eat, and struggles getting through mundane tasks without frustration.

I believe his curse may also be in part tied to his emotions. Any intense anger, sadness, or other strong feelings will make it harder to control the Touch, and it does cause him some amount of pain when it's out of control. (Doing mental gymnastics to explain why Fortnite itself isn't consistent with his power.)

-Jules means everything to Midas. He will do absolutely anything in his power to keep his daughter safe and to keep his relationship with her in good standing. He's wronged her in the past, and is doing all he can to make up for those actions and lost time.

-His time in the underworld changed him a bit. He's less cold to the people close to him. He allows more feeling than pure calculation into his thought processes, but a stranger may not be able to tell. Midas is a relatively closed off man. He does not wear his emotions on his sleeve, and doesn't often make friends without some kind of benefit to be had from the relationship. Be it power or connections. However, the friendships he does have mean a great deal to him. He is quick to provide aid in any way he can to those he cares about.

Another thing about his imprisonment in Hell: Time in the underworld was experienced differently. While we may have waited four years for Midas to return, for him it was much, much longer. Now that he is back, he is determined to never be put in chains ever again.

-My version of him obviously has not left the island after returning from the underworld, instead opting to stay as his curiosity for how things have changed has gotten the better of him. He wants to keep up with the power struggles, and find a way to insert himself back into them.

This blog is semi-independent! Some lore is shared with @perseus-ihatemydad-fortnite in that he helped Midas escape from the Underworld. As well as most often being seen interacting with @kado-fortnite and @valeria-fortnite

Tags I'll use!

#Midas Answers -For asks answered in character

#Midas Posts -For interactions in character

#Gold Reserves -In-character reblogs of art, aesthetic posts, etc.

#Gold Encounter -For interactions between other characters that are meant to be read as happening in-person/privately

#Journal Entries - For uh. For Journal Entries lol. These are, in a meta sense, private to him. They are for interactions that happen on the Discord server rather than Tumblr for reader convenience.

- 👑 for anon messages

#Shut your trap snippy -For posts like these that include me talking OOC (I know, long tag. It's just what I've been using on my main blog for years to tag my own garbage lol)

Screenshot in this post and my header are from @corvidazed 💛

Thank you for getting all the way down here! I hope our interactions are fun!