#anyway... i'm still not sure what to think of it but here we go

[hanakogames]

*rolls up sleeves* oh, it's on

I am still ticked off at my fourth grade teacher. I am not 100% sure she's still alive (when I first started composing this I had no idea what her first name was or how to spell her surname so i couldn't check; the name DID float out of the abyss of my memories and I think she's still around but I'm not checking in detail) but I am still mad.

First off, she was one of those quite-short women whom you strongly suspect is teaching lower grades just to be sure that all her students are shorter than she is so that she can dominate them.

Second, she took a dislike to me and I never understood why. I have some vague guesses, between what little I remember and what I know about myself. I suspect that I asked too many questions and/or protested when rules did not make sense. (I swear I'm not autistic... probably) I suspect that I daydreamed in class and doodled compulsively on my papers and brought weird books to school (I swear I am ADHD even though I don't have a diagnosis). I suspect I was an irritating little know-it-all who wasn't ashamed to correct the teacher if I felt I knew better.

And if she'd had a go at me for any of these things I would at least understand the problem. Unfortunately for her I also aced every test and was possibly already picking up awards on a higher level, making it awkward to scold me for my approach to academics.

The two specific things I remember, one worse than the other - the less-worse one was that she hauled my parents in near the end of the year to give them an earful about "my attitude" and how I "thought it was summer already". This is a VERY frustrating thing to hear as a small schoolchild - lady, if I thought it was summer I WOULDN'T BE HERE. But also, as a kid who has always struggled with manners and etiquette and fitting in, being vaguely told that my "attitude" is bad is confusing and frustrating. What does that MEAN. What am I doing wrong. Please tell me how this works! But no.

The other - now, my school at that time had two kinds of detention. One was the fairly standard academic detention, for failing assignments or being behind in your work or whatever. I would, over the next few years, see a LOT Of these because I kept refusing to do my homework (it was boring and I knew everything anyway). The other was the "conduct" detention and was, as best as I could gather, meant to be for someone who seriously acted out during class. I dunno, maybe if you started a fight or something? These were SUPER rare, because I went to a fancy all-girls school and, while we were not angels, the level of behavioral disruption is extremely different to what I see in depictions of public school. I never saw anyone smoke in the bathroom or get punished for anything like that. For that matter, all the levels of trouble I ever DID get into (minor catfights with bullies, running out of class in tears because I was having an emotional meltdown) never ever resulted in a detention. I have no idea what was actually meant to trigger a conduct detention.

So yeah, this bitch gave me a conduct detention and wouldn't tell me why and of course any attempt to ask just gets more "don't talk back to me" snapping. Not only that, but she drags tiny me (tearful) into the detention room by the arm and tells the proctor that I am a horrible child and that I should be made to scrub walls all afternoon.

The proctor is nonplussed by this and as soon as the teacher leaves is basically like "okay she's nuts and I don't even have the equipment for that, nobody does that, but I have to make you do SOMETHING" and so I spent that detention erasing pencil marks out of textbooks. Which was fine, even fun, it wasn't horrible suffering, but what the HELL, lady?

There was more but that's the best I can describe this long afterwards. Anyway, hated her. Attended a small school, so I saw her again a few times years later when I was even more prestigiously awarded and a lot taller, and she smiles up at me and simpers like we're buddies, and OOOOOOOOOOOO the buried rage but I'm not going to say anything I just smile and nod and go on with my life.

They've named an AWARD after her at my school. She's described as a "beloved" teacher. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.

does everyone have a teacher that they still have beef with/ hold a grudge against today??

[myfleshiscrispy]

HIIIII :D can we have a pre-forsaken!007n7 x exploiter!reader ? Basically reader is harmless but mischievous and often annoys 007n7 when he's actively terrorrizing robloxians, to the point he's expecting reader to be there not long after him!! Thank u :> !

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*c00lgui title here*

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*yawnnnnnn* okay, I'm starting this at 4am! But I love writing for my anons tho <3 even if I get sleep deprived doing it, heh....

I like this request a lot and it was actually an absolute joy to write! :D

Anyway- I'm pretty sleepy writing this so if there's any spelling or grammar mistakes I sowwy 😔

Tw: terror!

Note: this takes place pre-forsaken so c00lkid is only 5 :]

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n7, the infamous hacker and exploiter of the golden age of Roblox you happen to find yourself in now. You were also an exploiter, but your liked to just spectate the cases of other hackers doing their thing. So you never really got sent to the bandlands because mods had better things to deal with.

Still,n7 was expecting to deal with you, you often spectated his terrorizing , and while he found your presence amusing, you were a god forsaken pain in the ass. And instead of bringing his 5 year old son to teach him about the c00lgui and pick up some pizza from the pizza place he usually terrorized, he paid someone a few hundred studs to babysit c00lkid instead because he didn't want you to show the more romantical side of n7 to his son, or anyone for that matter-

So it came much to his surprise when you weren't immediately there when he got there, sure, he could text you, but he usually didnt have too. This was certainly weird. But the show must go on I guess! n7 sat inconspicuously on one of the tables of the restaurant, just messing with the c00lgui. Sure, some of the pizza workers might recognize him, but did that really even matter at this point? They were pretty much just dead meat now anyways. N7 buzzed in a series of buttons on the floating panel, and all that happened was a single tripmine spawned in front of one of the workers while they were taking an order from someone.

You were already on your way though. You just teleported yourself Infront of the door and walked in, the door bell jingled and a couple people glanced up at you but no one payed much mind, just continuing on with their usual lives.

Oh, if only they knew what was about to happen.

You thought to yourself as you sat down across from him on the table, he was extremely focused on the c00lgui panel for some reason l, wasn't it just like.... Pressing buttons? Oh, but he hasn't even said hi yet, you thought about just pulling it away from him, but that might actually make him mad, so you settled on: y/n: "hey...! Hey!! I'm right here, peel the layer of greese between your face and that thingy and look up". You said, his face went flat and he looked up from the c00lgui. N7: "I didn't realize we were going to be doing dinner dates now, sue me." He said sarcastically, poking the table a few times. Y/n: "please, I'm only here for the chaos" you said, watching one of the pizza workers get a migraine and throw up from the tripmines, you laughed to yourself a little. N7: "if you want chaos, stop talking and let me work" he said, already a little annoyed. Y/n: "oh so your inviting me to be here th-" you got cut oof by the sound of flames erupting behind you on the counter of the ordering station.

N7: "finally, it's working!" He said, now the fire spread across the place. Y/n: "shouldn't we just like... Get out of here?" you looked around at all the panicking faces. Some people tried to escape but the door was glitching and not opening as the kitchen and everyone inside burned and boiled, the fire extinguishers weren't much use here....

N7 just kept putting codes and comands into the c00lgui so you just used your hacking program to teleport out and not a few moments after he did the same. N7: "do you think anyone saw me?" He asked as the building started to collapse, breaking down and crumbling into ashes. Y/n: "no shit, yeah they saw you... I don't think they're going to live to tell the story though...."

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[remushrts]

why'd you only call me when you're high?

— pairing: ex!lead singer!barty crouch jr x pr manager! reader

— summary: being in this business for years, you had one simple rule. don't take clients personal, and don't take them to bed. but then, cue barty crouch junior, lead guitarist of the band you've just gotten assigned to. you've found yourself going through more lines than you should ever have dared to cross.

— a/n: i loved writing this, i might turn this into a series ? lmk what you think though!!

You are starting to think that your ability to get on extraordinarily dumb situations might be undefeated. They should make a championship for that, you'd win, for sure — for large difference.

It's three in the morning and your phone is ringing. That's not the extraordinary part. As a manager, you're used to clients calling in the most odd hours of the day. You're used to emergency meeting and PR crisis and a diverse line of A-list stars whining while on speaker as you pack your bag to rush out the door.

No, that's not the extraordinary part. The extraordinary part is that the number the caller ID shows is one that absolutely should not be calling. One that you swore that you had deleted many weeks ago, when shit went down. But despite it, god despite it, you still know his number like the back of your hand, like it's engraved in your heart.

Calling your very much personal phone is famous lead singer slash guitarist of The Viper's Nest band, Barty Crouch Junior.

You're considering smashing your phone against the wall.

You let it ring. You should let it ring. You should ignore him for all the stuff he has put you through and through on the last few months.

Once. Twice. Thrice. Four times. Five.

"Hello?" You sigh, already regretting the decision as Barty's voice comes slurred on the other side, like he's gotten his phone so close that the speaker is inside his mouth. You don't rule that out as a possibility.

"Hey, treasure. I just came back from-" Barty hiccups, and you suddenly understand. He always hiccups when he's beyond drunk, past where most people would blackout. He doesn't blackout. Instead, he pulls shit like this. "-Atlanta. This wild show, and it was so nice, and..."

"What do you want, Crouch?" You so much hiss out of the phone, cutting him off. "I told you to delete this number."

"You still know my number." He says, and god helps you if you can't hear the smug on his face. It drives you crazy.

"You have three seconds before I turn off the phone and block you for good, Crouch. Don't make me ask again." You threaten, putting your phone on speaker on the counter as you finally begin to take out your coat and put away the groceries you've brought.

"Ouch, you would me, m'treasure..." He whines, but this part of his drama you have figured out. What comes next is what surprises you. "You should be here now."

"We broke up, Barty." You say, as if you need to remind him. As if he could forget.

"Did we?" He asks, and you can almost picture the worry of his eyebrows. You could swear, for a second, his voice felt like regret. "I didn't know what I was thinking, tres', it wasn't me."

"We did. You said that you'd be better off anyway." You try your best to sound professional, even if there was no need to. He called your personal phone, he know what he was after. You're just too stubborn to give him the satisfaction. "Then you went on tour. No goodbye."

"No goodbye? Ugh, god, what was I thinking? I'm so dumb, tres', you have to believe me." You can't tell if he's being dramatic on yearning, you go with the first. Your gut feeling protests, but you've had enough of being made a fool of for the rest of your life, at least.

"I believe you, Barty, you're plenty stupid." You bite back. It's a bit true though, not only your hurt talking. You can't count the times he's gotten into trouble since you've began to manage them, and that's only one year. Scandals with the paparazzi, rumors of sleeping with fans on tour, getting physical with a bouncer at a bar, once, stopped by the police in three different states. Honestly, it's like he can't get enough. If your paycheck had a raise every time Barty fucked up, you would never have to work another day of your life.

"Have me back." He urges, ever the dramatic. "Please, treasure, I'll beg you, I'll get on my knees on your door as soon as this is over, I need you back. You seen the show I played? Total shit. It doesn't work without you, dear... I need my muse."

You would hate to admit that, for a second, maybe, you consider it. Although you would never give Barty the ego boost, your silence seems to do it anyway.

"I'll see you after the last show." He seems to be decided, you sigh on the other side. "I'll book the flight and all."

"No, you won't." You say, Barty doesn't seem to hear you. Chooses not to, important distinction. "I won't have you."

"I'll camp on your doorstep."

"I'll turn on the sprinklers."

"Oh, I'll just soak, treasure."

"I'll call the cops on you." You threaten. "And I won't bail you out this time.

You can hear that stupid grin over the phone. "Whatever you need to tell y'self, treasure."

He hangs up. You should've smash the phone earlier.

[marketableplushieenthusiast]

So. Deltarune. Chapters 3 & 4.

I beat them.

How we feelin', Spamton fans, haha?

Extremely long spoiler-filled blabbing below:

deep breath

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAÀAAAAÀAAAÅAAAAAÃAAAAAAAÆAAAÄAA

-No, seriously, I am amazed and overjoyed by how much Spamton backstory there was. I know Toby has has his story planned out, but I also know he was surprised by how much people loved Lancer and added him into later chapters more, so I can't help but think our incessant blabbing about the spam man made him go, "alright, fine, I can give you more Spamton and Tenna backstory crumbs, since you guys love him so much. Never ask me for anything ever again-"

-I was expecting like one thing. One bit of dialog that only happens with the Dealmaker(/Puppet Scarf) equipped.

What I got was:

*An UNMISSABLE crash out cutscene where TENNA blames SPAMTON for HIS loss of relevance and reveals he doesn't know how to send an email

*A Dealmaker cutscene where Spamton is CONFIRMED TO BE ABLE TO COME OUT OF THE DEALMAKERS and Tenna KEPT A PIPIS AFTER ALL THIS TIME. (I hit the scene by myself at 12 at night, and I sat there laughing with my plushies for like 5 minutes in shock.)

*The reveal that despite that, Tenna has turned Spamton's old dressing room into the lowest rank room (+ a broken mirror. Toby. Toby, we were just playin around when we kept drawing Spamton distraught in front of mirrors, you didn't actually have to do it to him-)

*And dialog on your way to the Shadow Mantle that basically paints the most tragic possible portrait of both of them. Spamton and Tenna BOTH wanted to be like EACH OTHER. I'm not even sure you can definitively point to which catchphrases or themes were copied from which guy. Spamton wanted to be famous and Tenna wanted to stay relevant, so they latched onto each other. But just when their trust was at its highest, RIGHT when Spamton felt he could let Tenna in on his secret...

His benefactor said no. And Spamton ran home and never came back.

Tenna blames Spamton for leaving him behind to lose popularity and rot. AND SPAMTON BLAMES HIM FOR LOSING HIM HIS BENEFACTOR. AND THEY BOTH DID IT TO EACH OTHER BY ACCIDENT.

I'm insane. I need a Tenna Plushie. You idiots may not do anything in game but yell and spray each other with foam, but I need you to make up one way or another, gosh darn it-

Anyway, I went into the chapter as a Tenna Skeptic, and now he and Queen are fighting over my 2nd best Darkner podium. (Spamton and Ralsei share the top spot.) He's so dumb, I love him. He's just Spamton but without the eldritch knowledge flavor swirled in that pushed Spamton to his insane heights.

Edit: I forgot about the Addisons. "ALL my friends are here! But I still don't see... I mean, uh, nevermind!" Pink you suck, say his name.

[anamericangirl]

This is the definition of 'organism' from Wikipedia:

"An organism is any living thing that functions as an individual."

Meaning your definition of *life* is circular. We are arguing about this phenomena: what it means to 'function' and what it means to be an 'organism'.

I would encourage you to utilize sources beyond Wikipedia in order to fully understand this topic but anyway I think you maybe you don't know what a circular definition is because that definition does not make mine circular.

You asked what it means to be alive. I responded that to be alive means you function as an organism. That is how living things are classified and it is correct.

With the definition from Wikipedia, you're going to have to do a teeny tiny bit of critical thinking but I believe in you. Living things are organisms. Being alive is a requirement to be classified as an organism. And since science is able to clearly classify things as organisms, it follows that we have a solid understanding of what being alive is. Understand? You should have been able to use deductive reasoning to figure that out.

Things are alive if they have the characteristics of life. The main ones being the ability to grow, reproduce, respond to stimuli and adapt.

Now, sometimes, it might be difficult to determine exactly if a thing is alive and has the characteristics of life. But that is not the case with a human fetus. There is no question in science that they are alive from the moment of conception and you would be hard pressed to prove otherwise.

"Solve the problem outlined here."

I'm not reading a paper to to find out what you want me to respond to. You're going to have to sum up what it is you want to know.

You say it's clear what you mean by referring to the human species.

Here is the Wikipedia definition of species:

"A species (pl. species) is often defined as the largest group of organisms in which any two individuals of the appropriate sexes or mating types can produce fertile offspring, typically by sexual reproduction.

Here is an instance of a hybrid mule giving birth to a horse despite the fact they typically can't. Here. Tell me whether you consider horses and donkeys different species in light of this."

lmao this proves nothing and certainly doesn't pose any sort of conundrum to me saying that humans are a member of the species homo sapien.

It's not impossible for a mule to give birth, just highly unlikely. And though rare, there are documented cases of it happening. A genetic anomaly does not call into question anything about the species.

And what exactly would a case like this have to do with determining whether a being belongs to the species of homo sapien? Is there a lot of confusion around that? Are you insinuating that we can't ever be too sure what a member of the human species is?

Instead of saying "Here go ahead and solve all of this!!!" and linking to various papers, why don't you lay out what you need an answer for? And before I go into all that I want an explanation from you on how any of these would call into question whether a fetus is alive or whether they are human.

There are some questions science still has to answer it's true, but we've solved the riddle of whether or not a human fetus is human and whether or not they are alive. Any scientific source you look at will confirm that for you. But you should be able to figure that out yourself because humans can't reproduce something that also isn't human.

I realize you think you're being clever and throwing "gotcha" scenarios into the framework but you're really not. Nothing you're bringing up is even relevant to the specific issue being discussed and none of it even remotely casts doubt over anything I said.

What could people possibly mean by "I support abortion only in extreme cases"?

If something is growing inside of you that you don't want there, that's pretty damn extreme.

[luxiomahariel]

Hi um. First of all, just wanted to say that I really like your posts and what you've been doing for the transmasc people in this terrible fucking time. Second, and sorry and feel free to ignore me, I just saw that ppl can vent in your asks and I'd like to do that if you don't mind. Sorry if you do. Also, you don't have to answer anything, but if you want to, sure.

Um, TWs for suicide thoughts, self hatred and a lot of transphobia?

You see, I'm just Russian and several years ago, just after I turned 18, our government basically just banned all transition for everyone including adults. Completely. Funny enough they passed this law while I was taking my final exams for graduating school, so. These exams were very fun while I was considering killing myself. I did pretty good, though!

Also we literally have a law that states that talking about LGBTQ+ people is propaganda and being LGBTQ+ is being an extremist (a terrorist, basically). You can be in jail for that!

Anyway, my life is shit. I'm extremely dysphoric, I'm closeted pretty much everywhere and when I do come out, most of the times it's useless, because who the fuck cares about other people's pronouns, right? My family is extremely transphobic and I'm forced to live with them because I don't have the money and opportunity to move anywhere. They won't ever accept me as a son and I'm just so tired of being misgendered and deadnamed every day.

I hate my body, my voice, my personality, everything. I genuinely hate the person I'm becoming. I'm bitter, I'm miserable, I'm hateful and envious, I'm terrible to be around, and I'm so sad it's unbearable. I genuinely don't think I've ever had a good day since I was a kid and even then I'm not sure because I don't remember my childhood.

I barely, if ever, pass. I can't even wear a binder because of my fuckass family (and I already have bad ribs). I can't transition. I'm fucking 20, ffs. I lost so much time that I'll never get back. I got so many traumas that I'll never properly heal. There are things I've already completely lost by going though this fucking puberty. And I see all these people who have supportive families and got to transition young and have queer communities and queer friends and I feel so much envy. They're living in better countries and I don't think I'll ever leave this hell of a country where I was born. I'm stuck. I'll die here, never having experienced happiness.

I genuinely am a terrible fucking person, and I can't even try to be better, because I spend all my energy on not killing myself and being somewhat functional. Well, I'm not, like, actively horrible to other people, I genuinely try to be nice to everyone, even this one fuckass girl who can't seem to memorise 6 letters of my chosen name that I fucking introduced myself as and seems to think that if she stops using my deadname it will kill her. I'm even nice to HER. But I feel so much guilt for being this way, because I know just how spiteful and angry I am on the inside. I look at older women and I'm so afraid I'm going to grow up and look that way. I look at men and it's killing me that I'll never look like that. I'll never be loved.

I also guess most people also feel that I'm somewhat queer, and fuck, do they fucking hate me for it. I genuinely am barely treated like a human being by some professors (a few, not a lot, but fucking still).

So, I go through all that every fucking day, and then I get on tumblr, and then I see all these fucking people talking about how the moment someone identifies as a trans man, they gain ALLLL the male privilege in the world and also immediately become guilty of all misogyny and transmisogyny in the world and also they pass perfectly and nobody is ever shitty to them. Yeah. Because that's how it happens. Great job, guys. But transandrophobia isn't real, because...um... Men = privileged!☝️🏻 Transandrophobes are a fucking joke.

Anyway, thank you so much for reading that, if you did. Sorry for my English, as I said, I'm Russian. And sorry again if you don't accept people venting to you, I just had nowhere to go. I do feel a bit better having written all that.

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[cxvii666]

for the mixtape madness can you do Some by Steve Lacy for sero??

YESSSSSSSSS STEVE LACY AND SERO HANTA MY FAVEEEEE COMBOOOOOOOOOOO

MIXTAPE MADNESS

“i'm sure there's lots of guys that you see but, i swear they're not as cool as me”

hanta s.

starting track....

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you’re on his couch again.

legs tucked up under you, hoodie too big for your frame, nails still perfect. you’re scrolling with one hand, eating his snacks with the other, and you haven’t looked at him in like five minutes.

sero’s watching you anyway.

he always is.

you don’t notice—except you do. you just don’t say anything about it.

his room smells like weed and dryer sheets. the tv’s playing something you’re both ignoring. his phone buzzes, he ignores that too.

you sigh. not in a real way. in that little princessy way you do when you’re bored and want someone to fix it.

he bites the inside of his cheek.

you’re so fine it’s genuinely unfair. lashes curled, gloss sticky, hair all done up like you didn’t just say you weren’t seeing anyone tonight.

he knows you could be.

he sees your comments. hears the way guys talk about your stories. he’s watched you and mina film tiktoks from across the quad, phone propped against a redbull. watched you post it without even checking twice.

and he knows.

he knows he shouldn’t want this. shouldn’t want you.

but he does.

not just like that.

not just the way you look when you’re on his bed with your phone in one hand and your lip between your teeth.

not just the way you roll your eyes when he says something stupid but you laugh anyway.

it’s all of it.

it’s you.

“hey,” he says, voice low, a little hoarse, a little sarcastic. “you ever get tired of fake flirting with losers?”

you pause, thumb hovering mid-text. look up at him. unimpressed.

“why?”

he shrugs, but it’s lazy. practiced. like he didn’t spend twenty minutes earlier talking himself out of saying this.

“just thinkin’,” he says, “i could treat you better.”

you raise a brow. “you tryna shoot your shot, hanta?”

“nah,” he smirks, “i shot that shit weeks ago. you just been acting like you didn’t notice.”

you stare at him. you hate how your stomach flips.

he keeps going, voice smooth, unbothered, but there’s something in his eyes. something real.

“i know there’s love in there somewhere,” he says, nodding toward your chest. “but who you giving it to? some guy who can’t even roll a blunt right? some dude who buys you drinks and dips when you get too soft?”

you narrow your eyes.

he grins. like he knows he hit something.

“i’m just saying,” he shrugs. “you could chill here. kick it with me. we could hit the beach. drive to nowhere. watch a movie. get high. talk shit.”

he leans back on his palms.

“you don’t even gotta post about it.”

the silence stretches.

your phone screen goes dark in your hand.

you hate him a little. for making you feel like this. for saying what no one else has. for making it sound like it could actually be that easy.

you toss your phone to the side. crawl across the bed.

he watches you, eyes hooded. mouth twitching at the corners.

you stop in front of him, legs straddling his lap, arms looped lazy around his neck.

“you think you’re so cool, huh?”

“nah,” he says, eyes dropping to your lips. “i think you are.”

you kiss him before he can get smug about it.

he groans into it, hands finding your waist like they belong there. like he knew you’d end up here eventually.

and maybe you did.

maybe you were always gonna fold for him.

because yeah — there’s love in your heart.

and tonight?

maybe he gets a little bit of it.

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soooo not bothered to format any more sorry gang im on a solo vacation rn lol but im so bored so pls send more 😝

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[lizardperson]

i have like 1 cishet guy in the whole gang (but that one i love a lot), there rest is alllll queer in some way. so lets ramble about at least some of them... under the cut because that got LONG woops

mika: doesn't much care for labelling her sexuality besides "hot people", but she's some flavor of bi/pansexual and also demiromantic. it was just never a huge topic to think about for her, more like "of course i wanna fuck all sorts of people, duh" during her teens lol. like, never had any hangups about that, and if someone else has a problem with it what does she care 🤷 genderwise she also never put much thought into it, and would answer either "tomboy" or possibly "girl" - not "woman" tho, that feels very weird somehow. like, she's very at home in her body (and loves her tits lol), but she doesn't feel *feminine*, and never much related to girly stuff. doesn't mind dressing up in like a fancy dress or whatever, but thats exactly it - it's dressing up, a costume. but like, whatever, its not that important to her. *i* definitely put more thought into her identity than she ever would... 😂

kat: aro lesbian. and that actually took her a while to figure it out, like she was in her early 30s after having been straight-married for 5+ years. always pushed any attraction to women aside, and like "it's ok if sex with my husband isn't thaat great, i just dont have a huge libido, but i dont hate it or anything 🤷". yea well turns out that was incorrect lol. some things led her to reevaluate her life at that point, like what she really wants and all that, and finally accepted that a) definitely not straight, in fact very lesbian, and b) probably doesn't feel love like other people do, at least not in a romantic sense. by now (at 50) she's very chill with it tho. it just took a while lol. as for gender: very securely cis.

july: oh sweet july. some kind of bi demisexual. grew up in a pretty homophobic environment (not in a particularly hateful way, just more like "we dont talk about that"), so when the first teenage girlcrushes happened that wasn't easy for her. of course she was also too shy to actually do anything about any of those, so it wasn't a suuuper pressing problem, but still. that brought a few crises, in addition to all the *other* teenage crises. it all got a bit easier during college when she actually met other queer people, and by now she's perfectly fine with being into people of all genders. the sex thing tho is a bit more complicated, she has a few hangups (quote: "i'm not even sure if i even like sex x_x") around that. not sex-repulsed, just too full of autism and anxiety to really let go and actually explore what she likes and what not (we'll get there eventually lol). gender: that's one of those "ohhhh better not think too hard about that one for now, i might learn things i dont wanna know 🙃" topics for her lol. probably some flavor of nonbinary, girl-adjacent. definitely the type of person who would fall in love with some neopronouns and then never mention it to anyone ever to not inconvenience people 😬

daria: lesbian, probably also demisexual. realized that pretty early, had supportive parents so that never was a huuge issue, but also it's not like she fell in love particularly often. like, it was never a big topic to think about it, in general. she barely considers it part of her identity, would rarely call herself a lesbian probably - just "likes women". and by now she has basically been celibate for like 10 years since her wife died anyway, so whatever. it's not like she misses being close to someone, haha, definitely not 🙃😬 as for gender: move along, nothing to see here, totally definitely cis 🙃😬 (we'll get there eventually 😂)

eleonor: aroace & agender. they never had a crisis about that in any form, it was more like "other people are weird". like, they're kinda fascinated in an anthropolgical sense about the whole song & dance of people's sexuality and pair-bonding and whatever, and of course also tried a bunch of things (for scienceTM basically), always coming to the conclusion that anything having to do with other bodies is pretty gross, and romance is an invention by hollywood or something. and also putting a bunch of arbitrary things into "male" and "female" boxes is weird as hell and makes no sense. people are so strange sometimes (tfw autism. so relatable)

quinn: aro lesbian. actually started making out with girls in her teens because she was *the* most contrarian little goth brat, and "making out with cheerleaders" felt like being badTM somehow? idk don't ask me, i'm sure it made sense to her 😂 anyway, eventually realized "wait, i actually do like that, in fact i only like women. and maybe twinky little emo boys, but those don't count." occasionally calls herself bi lesbian just to piss off people who think that's not a thing. gender: kinda nonbinary-adjacent in a "i dont actually care that much" way. like, her gender is "goth" maybe lol. occasionally goes by they/them pronouns in solidarity with el.

fia: yet another bisexual in that "idk, never gave it much thought and it never was much of a deal anyway" way. like "isn't everyone at least a little bit bi? no? eh, whatever." gender: pretty securely cis, but also just never thougt about it that deeply.

helena: yet another aro lesbian, idk why i have so many of those 😂 realized the lesbian-ness pretty early but only started to act on that when she came to the us in her early 20s. struggled a bit with the aro-ness because while she liked the women she was with, it always felt weirdly one-sided, they always wanted to be a lot more serious than she ever did, and that always led to conflict. eventually realized "hey maybe i just dont fall in love with people, and thats ok". now always communicates that very openly right from the start when she meets someone. but of course that still doesn't always help - she always hates it when a very nice friends-with-benefits situation suddenly turns into drama because the other person suddenly did develop feelings. tis the aro plight. also kink plays a huge role in her whole sex life. gender: was supposed to be cis but i feel like i accidentally turned her somewhat transmasc coded 🤔 we'll see how that turns out eventually lol

Happy pride month! Is your OC part of the LGBTQIA+ community? What was their experience with figuring out their identity like?

[quentinfiletmignon]

DAVID TENNANT as CROWLEY, a demon who deserved better an angel who did not so much fall as saunter vaguely downwards

A4 • STABILO point 88 liners

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[doodlingwren]

☝🤓 What if 🤨🤔! I was back 😨🤯 after some months 😞😤😲... ahahah jokes 🧐🤣😂... unless 😳👉👈

[jasonlightninggrace]

Yeah, I'd be pretty ticked off if after all I've done, my soul began to fade.

Heh, just comes with the territory of being the son of Jupiter. People looked up to me.. needed me. I couldn't let them down.

Thalia, that wouldn't have been good either. You would have been a child raising a child. You would have resented me. It sounds good on paper but... It wouldn't have been stress free. It would have been awful.

Yeah... speaking of which, I never truly got them back? Yknow how Percy got his memories back? I didn't. Well, I did but it was like if you took only the "important" parts and got rid of the "unimportant" parts. Like a movie. Nobody puts slice of life scenes inside of a movie. Anything that didn't.... progress the plot of my life(?) Never came back. I... i don't remember the small bits. The parts of life that people live for. Like... I know that I enjoy used to enjoy(?) Brownies because they felt so homey, but I don't remember WHY I associate brownies with home. I remember that Reyna and I were very close to the point where I kinda led her on ( Sorry Thalia, I know you think most guys suck and I really hopw you don't think I suck for leading her on, I didn't mean to) but i don't remember how we met or how i remember her full name. .... it's like I remember the facts, not the details that make things feel... real and human.

You sure about that, Thalia? That's what Jupiter AND Juno told me. That I was born as appeasement. From the moment of conception. That's why I was born, that's how I died. .... I remember eavesdropping on Hazel, accidentally, of course. I was the linchpin and the final play. ... to be honest, Thalia, I don't know what to believe anymore. Maybe you remember it differently or maybe they lied to me. I- I don't know. ... that sounds like a childhood... I wish I remembered it. Also... Jupiter wouldn't let me around you? That just sucks. But... I don't know, Thalia. Jupiter NEVER visited me in all of my years in Camp Jupiter.

Hahaha, meanwhile I'm over here looking like the whitest, straightist, most phobic man in existence. Seriously, people don't think I hear them but I know what they think of me. That I'm super prim and proper and traditional and whatever. As if! Who am I to judge? Jupiter isn't exactly a model of "good behavior."

NOT TRUE. I'm leaving it at that, and rest assured, I WILL bully you until you stop thinking like that.

Again, not exactly a model of good behavior. He absolutely is.

Heh... yea. She appeard to me as a mania, a ghost created from insanity. She wanted life and beauty and was angry at Jupiter for not giving it to her. It was really scary seeing her again. I felt like I was two again, Thalia, being abandoned screaming for your name until Lupa found me. Her promise to me- she... she promised she'd come back for me [teardrops stain the page] then when I saw her again... it felt like the only thing I knew about her was ripped away. That she left me forever. It felt better that way. Her words- they are at the center of my life, Thalia. I never wanted to be Preator but they made me anyway, and I couldn't turn down the position and abandon everyone the way she abandoned me. [More tears stain the page]

She probably isn't in the fields of punishment. She's probably gone. Lost or something. I warded her off with the sign but... I don't know, she disappeared after that.

Still, you deserved to be thanked.

NO MORE WORRING. STOP THAT.

No! I am the son of Jupiter, I am never wrong!

He killed himself to kill Saturn... uh... yknow what, nope, not even going to question it. Sounds like a sore subject, I'll just leave it alone.

I can't wait to see you too! I have a small little space here. I didn't want anything big, but they insisted so I live in a small apartment-like house with a nice backyard and stuff.

hey, little bro,

sorry it took me so long to write you a letter

i just wanted to say hi

how are you doing?

@artemiss-favorite-hunter

(sent after death)

THALIA!

It's okay! I know you're busy with the hunters of di- I mean Artemis.

Hi :) I'm doing good. It's you guys I'm worried about.

[smalltimidbean]

No Use Crying Over Spilt... Mice...

Even Though You Really Want To

Not Like You Can Return Them Anyways

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[jokerfic]

Does J still have scars in the coffee shop AU? Or is it just no-makeup Heath Ledger face?

he does! it's a significant factor in why Harley's coworkers are put off by him, whether they'll admit it or not. (his clinically antisocial vibe doesn't help anything.)

the gifsets/photoshoots I'm pulling visual inspo from don't feature scars but they're a good reference anyway-- the story's taking place over about a year and there's a change in his appearance about halfway through so they're tagged part 1 and part 2 because of that.

[daz4i]

what are we saying gang do you think that one day i will be able to go to a kink party