#i don't know anything i don't remember cause i watched that stream a long time ago im basically blind

[personallyfive]

my ren and i really like ryuji

things about my ren

She/her goes by him/him cause it's easy just wanted to go to school likes ryuji is silly tries to go out of her way for ppl is really nice doesn't want to cause any trouble writes in diary a lot more then she should

[bluelinen]

My Camboy

Pairing: Cam boy!Choso x AFAB!Reader Content/Warnings: smut, masturbation, no penetration, female anatomy, no use of y/n, porn no plot, well.. very little plot at the end

MDNI

Ting~*

You've always had this guilty pleasure for as long as you could remember. Since your very first time stumbling across that incredibly risqué audio.

You loved noises. Loved hearing the hoarse animalistic groans of pleasure as one grasped desperately for a release, strings of uncouth words and phrases dripping from a yearning mouth.

The carnal coarseness of such a voice, uncontrolled, unrestrained. It's what's led you down a path such as this, where that ting that notifies you of when his stream begins is the one thing you look forward to almost every week.

You don't see his face on stream, if you did you wouldn’t know what you’d do. It’d probably scare you shitless.

Not that he’s an ugly guy or anything. Quite the opposite really, you found the view of his face quite pleasant to look at every morning you saw him in your shared apartment.

See that was the thing. He’s your roommate.

Which meant that if you were brave enough or, you suppose, just plain crazy you could open the door from across your own and fully witness the complete uncensored revelry of Choso’s bare chest as his fingers brush across the button which makes your screen as well as your eyes light up.

A flurry of messages roll through the side bar proclaiming their greetings. A bunch of ‘hey's’, ‘hi’s’, ‘omg you’re so fine’s’. Even a few small gifts.

Yours was the largest of them, you made sure of that.

The bottom half of his face quirks up in a small smile as he whispers into the camera, his voice deep and airy. “It’s so nice to see all of you here..”

He reaches a hand up into his hair, out of sight from the camera, and a set of snaps from elastic releases his raven locks from the signature spiky style they usually were in, strands languishing comfortably along his shoulders. “I really hope that all of you have had a nice day today..”

He starts trailing a hand from his neck slowly down his broad chest. “Cause it’s been such a long.. long day for me y’know.”

“My muscles feel so tense..” His voice is a hypnotizing lull. “Tired too. I've been needing to find a way, a good way, to sooth this dulling ache.”

You yourself smile knowingly towards your screen.

He smiles back. “I’m sure you could help me with that though, couldn’t you?”

“Tell me you’ve had such a long tiring day too.. “ His sultry voice murmurs as his fingers inch down further towards his waist, his touch achingly slow, seamless as silk.

A spry fleet of comments surge in answer.

“The day is so hard isn’t it? So demanding..” He palms a growing bulge covered by the thin fabric of the shorts he’s wearing.

“We deserve a good release, don’t we?”

He fingers the edge of his waistband.

The chime of several gifts being given causes him to smile.

“Mm.. that’s what i like to hear.”

A low hum leaves his throat as he continues his faithful touch along his crotch and you watch with anticipation, waiting for the very moment he's decided, as you have already, that enough is enough.

It only takes a few minutes before he reaches his waning limit, a soft moan and quick snap of the waistband reveals the honest erection. Large and familiar it stands from it’s restraints proudly, clear substance already glistening from the sore crimson tip.

Choso smears the clear liquid along the head of his cock like a lubricant and you wonder how there's already so much, a small somewhat delusional part of you desperately wants to think that it's from the thought of you.

He begins moving his long fingers along his length, gentle smooth strokes coaxing a light train of moans to leave his lips. Each lithe sound causing an increasing tension to form between your legs.

“Ah.. i really wish you were here to help me with this..” He says to the camera, his voice light as he steadily increases his pace. “Fuck.”

He slides his fist from base to tip to base— and back again, low strained little whimpers following every stroke of his hardened cock sending a burning feeling of arousal to your core, little sparks of lightning dancing along the surface of your sodden clit. It’s only a matter of seconds before your hand reaches down to sooth your own aches, the onslaught of sounds desperately attracting one to the other like some burning magnet.

Sliding the pad of your finger along the soaking slit, building up your pace slowly, softly as you try to match the increasing intensity of his touch with your fingers upon your own wet cunt.

“Can you.. Mm.. Can you see how hard I am for you?” He groans as he suddenly stops to display the veiny painfully hard erection. He sits back lounging in his desk chair and it throbs and jerks impressively, engorged at the tip, almost pleading for release. Each involuntary jerk sends a flutter through your core and with a finger on your clit you pause, desperately wishing for him to continue so that you could also.

“I need.. ugh.. I need you- fuck.” He whimpers gingerly, smiling into the camera.

A dastardly scheme of course, but one you fall for every time. A click of the button with your free hand sends the swift notification across the screen notifying him of your donation as well as the donations of many many others, giving up your hard earned coins just for the man to continue stroking his hardon. It’s an awful cycle. But it's one you seemingly can’t stop. Audios, videos, they just didn’t cut it anymore, not in the same way.

Maybe it was the interactiveness, the control.

It was something magical about the way his cock twitches and how his veiny painted hands do something sinful about it while he whines and moans into the mic. You felt like you’d honestly sell your very soul just to see to it that the red rosy tip on your screen chases its unrelenting release every single time.

It allowed for you to do the same. And it felt so good, so damn good every single time.

Barely a minute and the flow of gifts had his fingers find firm fit around his shaft again, continuing the erotic train of degenerate touch. “Aah you always come through..” A chain of hitched sighs. “I Mm.. always know I can count on you.”

His pace only becomes faster and so does yours, his lovely voice, groans and ruts pulling you closer and closer to your peak as he chases his.

“Fuck i’m close.." He moans. "so so close.”

You can tell. The way his sweet lips part and quiver, wisping breath letting out those saccharine sounds.

The sticky head of his twitching cock ready to spill rich fluid.

It made your tongue swipe across your bottom lip in anticipation.

“Mm yeah.. I know you love this, you love.. ah.. you love watching this.” He releases a sequence of pitiful little haggard breaths. “You close? You about to c-cum? fuck.”

You sync every last stroke along your clit with his on his dick. Sharing every lewd moan and sigh, it’s just you and him in this dark little room.

A string of ineligible words fall from his sweet lips as he continues.

“Let’s cum together, ‘k-kay?”

You were getting there, a sheen of sweat forming across your damp forehead. You wanted to release, to come undone but not without him. You wanted.. no needed to hear him before you finished, it made the end all the more divine.

“Come on..” Your lips mutter softly under your breath. “Come on..”

“Oh God- oh fuck-”

He exclaims with a jerk of his hips before he comes undone with a final forceful tug, a delicious cry, thick milky spurts of cum wastefully flowing from the tip and pooling onto his thigh.

A dear part of you wishes you were actually there to put it to some good use.

Your brows pinch, nose scrunching as you let out a final moan. The good shivers running through you in great waves through your orgasm. You smile towards your screen, rush of honey swelling in your chest.

As you look down at your own mess, clear pearly liquid languishly dripping from the tips of your fingers you think.

Oh..

'this is becoming a bit of a problem, isn't it?’

*-*-*

Your teeth clink against cool glass as you promptly gulp down cold liquid, the crisp clear swill of the water that slips down your throat revitalises your body, clearing your mind.

A clear mind, god you needed that.

The glass is soon emptied and you rush to the sink for another one, you’re twisting the tap open when you hear the familiar footsteps of your roommate walk into the kitchen with a mumble.

You turn your head to find the man approaching you and you blank, panicking a little. It wasn't usually you found yourself face to face with the man you had just fucked yourself to a few minutes ago. It wasn't exactly the best scenario to find yourself in.

Fuck.

It was only a moment ago that Choso sent his goodbyes to the chat and it looks it with the light pink hue roaming the warm skin of his cheeks, the relaxed haze over his lazily lidded eyes. He looks so dazed.

Despite your dismay at his sudden appearance you can't help but appreciate the expression so honest on his face. The one thing about his streams was that you'd never witness the aftermath of those escapades, truly it was a shame.

He looks so fine after being fucked out.

Choso strolls into the kitchen with the cover of his usual cool look of indifference but you were very well aware of the many other expressions he was capable of making. From the nose down anyway. The sounds he was capable of making. It makes you have to stop from audibly swallowing as you hurriedly look away. You were going crazy.

Your breath catches when he comes ever closer, leaning towards you, dishevelled black mane of hair brushing forward as he does. You swallow. Do you look suspicious? Does he suspect anything?

You feel a rush of water overflowing from the forgotten glass, drip dropping along your fingers and into the kitchen sink, almost jumping as his arm reaches out— and passes you to reach the empty glass on the countertop behind you.

He narrows his eyes slightly at your flinching. “Something wrong?”

"No!" You exclaim immediately before realising you've overreacted a little.

You gave a false little cough before repeating the word. "No. I'm good." A little suave this time.

"Good?" He raises a brow.

"Yeah-yeah." You insist as you hurriedly turn off the tap. Taking your glass and swigging a sequence of urgent gulps. "Just a little jumpy today."

"Right.." Choso looks a little unsure but chooses not to press further as you cleared way for him to get to the sink.

As the water pours into his glass he suddenly remembers something and is about to say whatever that something is to you before you make like a magic trick and disappear into thin air, retreating immediately to your room before you can make a further fool of yourself.

Curling up into a ball upon your many blankets and hugging your favourite pillow underneath your chin you thrash around in your shame for a while before sighing and burying your head into the pillow.

God one day.

One day you really were gonna get caught.

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A/N: First post here rawr👹 genuinely think i'm tweaking, hope y'all enjoyed it though ^^

Art drawn by @//Umbra3terna on tumblr & edited by me :33

[azullumi]

"baby, stay beside me a little longer" ; aventurine

premise — how you spend your day with him.

pairing — aventurine (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — established relationship, fluff, domestic, not proofread, text messages, 1.7k words ; headcanons

tagging — @toorurs (hi, we don't mention the event fics we have to do hahaha)

note — i miss him and i had the urge to write skincare aventurine. 3 DAYS LEFT UNTIL HIS BANNER

morning

As sunlight streams through the window accompanied with the gentle chirping of the birds outside, there’s no guarantee that one of you always wakes up first before the other. Sometimes it’s him that wakes up first and sometimes it’s you—it occasionally depends if one of you has plans later on or has a free day.

“What’s on your schedule for today?” You ask him, watching him as he buttons his shirt. Daylight illuminates the room and the sound of leaves rustling outside as the breeze flies past fills your morning, albeit you are still laying in bed, not having the desire to move. Aventurine is the opposite of your state right at this moment—already fresh out of his bath (the faint scent of his soap clings to his skin), dressing into his work clothes, though his hair is still messy. Honey-dyed locks tousled, with some strands sticking to the back of his neck and some on his face.

“I have a client to interview this afternoon. It was scheduled for next week but they changed it to today.” There was a hint of frustration in his tone as he spoke. You could immediately tell that the reschedule caused some issues with his plans so you didn’t press on any further. “Will you be home late tonight then?”

“No, I don’t think so. I’ll be home early.”

“What do you want to eat for dinner?” You say, remembering that you had no plans for today so you’ll just be staying home the whole time. Aventurine puts on his blazer, humming as he thought for a moment, before he answers: “I was thinking of taking you out tonight.”

You beam a smile at him, watching as he fixes the mess out of his hair and sprays perfume on himself soon after, knowing that the scent of it will follow you while he’s gone. “Oh, really? Where?” However, he doesn’t answer but instead, walks towards you and bends down to your level to give you a quick peck on your lips.

“You’ll see.”

He’ll often ask for your help in tying his tie. He knows how to do it, even much better than you, but he prefers the messy work of your hands than his own. Some of his co-workers would point out how his tie looks messy as if he did it in a rush and while he may laugh and nod, he won’t do anything about it. To him, it’s a reminder of you.

MORNING LAZINESS. It just happens but it’s not always that it does—you’re there besides him still too sleepy and grumbling on not wanting to leave the bed yet and how could he refuse? Sure, your hold on him is not that tight and he could easily slip out of your grasp, and sure, you may be close to falling asleep again and you won’t notice if he leaves but your skin is warm and close, your hands are soft on his, and the sound of your breathing comforts him. How could he?

noon

Your middays are often spent separately—both of you accomplishing your own sets of responsibilities. Aventurine would occasionally send you messages asking if you have had lunch already, asking what you’re doing, and telling you about how everything is going for him. Although the conversation doesn’t last that long, always being interfered with by either someone or something.

Your phone buzzes and the screen lights up as you receive a new notification. You were expecting a nonsense reminder from one of your apps but instead, it was a message and it was from none other than your lover, Aventurine.

However, on rare occasions that the both of you are at home and have no set plans for the day, he’ll spend his time together with you. You want to go on a spontaneous date? Sure, he was going to ask you out anyways. Feeling lazy and just want to be in bed the whole day? That’s fine, he wasn’t planning on doing anything. . You want to do something together but not want to go out? Perhaps you can bake and try out this new recipe, that is if you have the needed ingredients at your home.

evening

Evenings are saved for the both of you, which means nothing related to work. It’s the only time of the day where you and he are free from any of your responsibilities—unless, of course, he still has some things to do but that rarely happens. He’ll often come home with a gift or a bouquet of flowers that you like; he’ll only answer you with, “Just because,” if ever you would ask him what’s the occasion. It’s just something that he does, something that you should get used to.

However, there are moments where you have to spend your night alone as he has to come home late and there are moments that you’ll wait for him and he’ll come home to find you asleep on the sofa. A pang of guilt hits him as he crouches in front of you, brushing a few strands away from your face and whispering an apology that only the moon could hear. He’ll carry you to bed soon after.

The way you spend your evenings with him can vary—it could be a game night between you two which will become heated due to how competitive the both of you can be, or a movie night wherein looking for what to watch can take a longer time than the movie itself, or just something simple and relaxing for the both of you.

“You always have so many interesting stories to tell.”

“Is it bad?” You answer him, worry lingering in your voice. You were telling him of how your day went and how you saw something fascinating when you went out earlier, and he was sitting behind you, drying your hair since you had just taken a bath. You could feel his fingers run through your hair, the dryer in hand as he pointed the nozzle towards the crown of your head. The air blowing from it feels warm—just enough to not feel like it’s going to burn off your scalp—and combined with the gentleness of his hand, it all feels comforting, soothing.

“No, it’s not. I just feel bad and perhaps,” He turns off the dryer and places it down beside him, “I also feel guilty.”

You immediately turn to him, eyebrows knitted as your expression warps into a mix of surprise and concern: “But why?”

He hesitates, averting away from your gaze, “I don’t have much to tell you, I don’t have exciting or interesting stories to say.” He’s afraid you’ll find him boring, that you’ll get tired of him but what he doesn’t realize is that you won’t, and you never will.

“That's completely okay. You don't need to have something to say all the time.” You’re fine with it—even if you have to sit in silence with him, even if the days are becoming repetitive and tiring, as long as you’re with him, as long as you feel his hand in yours, it will all be fine. You touch the side of his cheek, “I’m just happy to spend time with you and talk about anything, or nothing at all. How has your day been?”

He turns his head to look at you—an alluring pair of vibrant and pristine hues, a pool of clear and vivid richness hidden in the depths of his eyes meets your gaze once more; “Nothing much happened. I met some clients and helped them, had a short meeting, and just did my work.”

“You didn’t go to the casino?”

“I was planning to but I wanted to see you more.”

A soft laugh escapes from your lips: “Is that so?” And he only hums as an answer, leaning forward to snake his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him before he buries his face in the crook of your shoulder. And you swear you hear him whisper the words, “I love you.”

Most likely has a nighttime skincare routine which he does with you (there’s no way his skin is that flawless and fair for no reason like you’re telling me that’s genetics???). He’ll be coming out of the bathroom with a clay mask or sheet mask on his face and he can’t speak because he doesn’t want to mess up the placement of the product and he’ll help you in putting yours on. The both of you on the bed with your robes on, hair either pushed back or tied, and there’s a pair of cucumber slices on your eyes along with a mask on your face.

He has trouble sleeping and it takes a lot for him to fall asleep—he’ll tire himself out, going on late night runs, exercise, drinking anything that could help him feel sleepy, anything. He’ll often spend his time tossing and turning while in bed and perhaps even counting sheep in his mind but somehow, just listening to your voice or the sound of your breathing makes it all easy for him. He’ll listen to you talk and tell stories and he’ll feel his eyes getting heavier in each second, as a warm and soft feeling envelops him like a blanket, and your voice will turn into a distant lullaby that guides him into slumber.

He wouldn’t even notice that he’s falling asleep in each second but maybe you do, maybe you’ll see the way he relaxes as his eyes threaten to close and his breathing comes steady, and maybe that’s why your voice keeps on getting softer until it turns into humming as you stroke his hair gently. He’ll apologize in the morning, telling you that perhaps he was so tired and he didn’t mean to fall asleep but you’ll assure him that it’s all okay.

Through the mundane things, in the boring days and the exciting ones, in days that you and him argue, in days that it all feels unbearable and suffocating, in every single moment with you, he’ll love you (tear him apart from skin to bones, see him for his heart, and you’ll notice your name carved into it).

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I remember watching KC3/QC coronation live in the middle of the night in CA....and I clearly remember that KC3/QC arrived a couple of minutes early and that it threw the other arrivals into chaos..... I clearly remember seeing it, the discussions about it and reading about it later on that day that discussed the planned vs. actual arrival times of the people involved........... so what is with these articles saying that it was the Wales that were late, and KC3 was miffed about it? Why the need to rewrite history this long after when everyone moved on from it long ago?

What King Charles said when William, Kate were late to his coronation (nypost.com)

So a couple of things.

The New York Post likes to stir shit up. This is one of those stories, probably. They want to get in on the coronation anniversary and they're recapping Robert Hardman's book about Charles because they don't have legit royal sources.

Second, being able to lipread from afar and from the side is bunk. I'm deaf and rely a heck of a lot on lip-reading. You cannot get an accurate read on what anyone is saying when you're *that* far from the person who's speaking, even with a camera. You also cannot get an accurate read on what anyone is saying when they're not looking *directly* at you and you're reading them from the side, like in the coronation footage. Unless there was a camera live-streaming from inside the carriage, the lipreaders don't know what they're saying.

Do not believe any article that has lipreaders claiming they're the authoritative source of anything that is being said unless they were standing right there next to the conversation being held.

Third, it's tradition for something to go wrong at the coronation. The Waleses arriving late is the least of all the things that woulda coulda shoulda happened and the best part is, no one even knew they had arrived late or that there were mistakes because the procession actually worked. It was more powerful. It showed the Prince and Princess of Wales in support to the King and Queen, a symbol of continuity and legacy that a lot of people had been looking for since September 2022.

Anyway. Moral of the post is don't pay attention to anyone who says they're an expert in lip-reading. 90% of the time it's bunk. Find yourself a deaf friend who ignores you because they're pay attention to the spicy-looking conversation happening across the restaurant.

[mrsmothmom]

I recently had to deal with some horrible people invading my stream with them saying some not so nice things to me and about others.

I’m still fresh and new to streaming and don’t have mods. How am I supposed to combat this?

buckle up

if you're a streamer reading this, and you have a tip that i haven't mentioned here, please feel free to reblog and add on~

how to deal with assholes

part 1: you are the dad of this rodeo

never forget the most important part of streaming. you are in control. you turn the stream on, you turn it off. you have all the power.

with that out of the way, let's talk about chat moderation.

part 2: a viewer is never more valuable then your time

when new streamers encounter people who are kinda mean, they sometimes feel like they have to put up with it because no one else is watching. this is incorrect.

you do not have to put up with anything - this is your stream and this is your community (even if that community is just you for now). tell mean people to be cool or move on. that is always your right.

part 3: ban them

if someone comes into your stream and makes you and your community uncomfortable, ban them. ask questions, think deeply, feel feelings about it later.

when you ban them, their messages for the last while will go away. they can appeal later and cry about it on their own time. if you ban by mistake, simply unban them and apologize. nice people who enjoy your stream will understand. rude people who don't care about you will be a problem about it. you don't want people in category 2 in your stream anyway.

part 4: what you react to is what you get

the bigger your reaction to something, the more of it you will receive. twitch is all about reactions (just ask xQc).

therefore if people are being mean, they are doing it to see you react. they want evidence that the bullying is working. therefore...

do not let them see you sad

do not let them see you mad

do not let them see you cry

do not argue

do not negotiate

the best reaction you can have to a group of rowdy bullies is the stone-faced enforcement of your power.

part 5: what to do, step by step

in the event that your stream is overtaken by a whole group of assholes (maybe just some bullies, maybe a hate raid), i encourage you to take the following steps:

stop, take a deep breath. all problems are solvable, and all disasters recoverable. do not let panic take over

go on break and mute your mic. don't give them the satisfaction of seeing you upset (the more overwhelming the attack, the more abrupt your break should be - don't bother explaining why you're leaving. if you have time to say anything at all, say that you'll be back in a moment and nothing else)

put chat in emote only mode

put chat is sub only mode

if you can, run some ads (if they're gonna be assholes, you might as well get paid)

if there are an actionable number of people causing the problem (read less than 30 or so), ban them by hand now. you can do more advanced clean up later if you need to. if it's too many to ban, you've gotta end the stream.

once the folks have been cleared out, get back on stream, apologize to your real viewers for the interruption, restore chat and continue on your way. don't bother giving air time to assholes. when it's over, it's over.

if you are too upset to continue stream, don't.

if you use a stream bot, stream deck, or alternative (touch portal, deckboard, etc), you can set many of these actions to a button that you can press to automatically go into SOS mode. i strongly recommend this.

part 6: aftermath

your community will move on as soon as you do. take a moment to calm down, decompress, and remember that those people don't know you and their opinion means nothing. don't let the community dwell on it - that is what they want, for you to be sad for as long as possible.

if you've got a whole ton of bots clogging up your followers, use commander roots tools to clear them out:

part 7: prevention

prevent known bots and assholes from crawling into your stream by using commander roots tools (to pre-ban folks) and sery_bot:

part 8: other security measures

never stream live from a public (as is people you don't bring in can appear) discord channel. if you are live, make sure you have total control over what appears on stream

never click links without checking them off-live first. what your friend thinks is harmless fun might be ban-able by twitch TOS

avoid streaming your entire desktop

people are not entitled to everything they want right when they want it (NO MATTER HOW MUCH MONEY THEY GIVE YOU). people who care about you will wait until your ready and willing do say / do / answer / preform etc. etc.

set community rules and hold everyone and yourself to them.

put disclaimers on links to gift / donate / tip you saying that everything is considered a gift and is non refundable or exchangeable.

part 9 (FINAL): respect yourself

it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks is ok. all that matters is that you feel safe and comfortable. remember:

hit them with the biggest hammer you have, and never look back.

i hope this is helpful. godspeed.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

summary: annabeth tries to do the dishes, but percy has other plans in store, and a water war breaks out. word count: 1427 words a/n: i had this idea for a fic. my original pitch for it started with "percy and annabeth are happily married," so i was immediately sold. taglist:@laughingphoenixleader@jedi-nurse {if you’d like to be added to my percabeth/pjo taglist, let me know!}

also on ao3!

The Dishpan Nereids 

 Annabeth knew what she was getting into when she married Percy Jackson.  Marrying a boy with magical powers and ADHD is like buying a t-shirt that says "I LIKE PEOPLE PULLING PRANKS ON ME." She still wasn't entirely sure why he did it, but the pranks were usually harmless anyways, like flushing a toilet while she was using it to startle her, or changing the temperature of her shower without warning.

 Annabeth never minded these pranks after the initial shock wore off and she realized what was happening. They never caused any real problems, anyways, and if they did bother her, all she had to do was say so and she knew he'd stop.

 Besides, pulling a prank on Annabeth was like signing up for a war, and one person you didn't want to go to war with was a child of Athena.

 So maybe Percy should've known better than to turn a simple sunday into a soapy splashdown.

 Annabeth was in their kitchen, doing the dishes. It shouldn't've been too hard a task, since there were only two of them, but thanks to the awesome powers of ADHD, they were both skilled at putting off the dishes for as long as possible. As it was, Annabeth was proud of herself for doing the dishes only three days after the last time.

 She was lost in thought, having been puzzling over one of the buildings she was designing for Olympus for the last couple weeks, but her thoughts were drowned out by, well, water. Half of the water in the sink jumped out of the dishpan and splashed her in the face.

  As the water dripped down her face, she knew what caused this miniature tsunami— or, more appropriately, who— caused it.

 "PERSEUS JACKSON!"

 She turned around to see him peek his head out the kitchen doorway with a nervous expression. She only called him "Perseus" when he was in trouble. But apparently, even for Annabeth, it's hard to look intimidating when you're dripping wet and have a soap-sud mustache and a soggy lettuce leaf in your hair, because Percy instantly cracked a smile.

 Annabeth crossed her arms.

 "Anything you'd like to declare?"

 "It wasn't me," Percy said, throwing his hands up with a playful look in his eye and that same smile he'd been using to get out of trouble since they were twelve.

 "Oh, really?" Annabeth asked, "then who was it?"

 "Nereids," he smiled, "the ones that live in our dishpan."

 "There's ancient water spirits living in our dishpan?" Annabeth asked, not buying his story for even a moment.

 "Oh, sure," Percy said, "they must've just thought you were so beautiful, they couldn't resist jumping out of the sink to give you a kiss. I don't blame them."

 He took a couple steps closer to her, but she quickly grabbed the sink sprayer and aimed it at him.

 "You have three seconds to run," she said.

 "Oh, come on..." he said, tilting his head a little and pulling out the puppy dog eyes.

 Annabeth squeezed the sprayer and began drenching him with it.

 "I thought you said I had three seconds!" he said, with an upset laugh.

 "Oh, it wasn't me," Annabeth laughed, "we must have nereids in the sprayer too."

 She watched his expression carefully, knowing he was just a couple seconds away from remembering he was a son of Poseidon and could easily turn her own stream of water against her. As soon as he did remember, Annabeth reacted quickly. She dropped the sprayer, pulled out her invisibility cap and put it on her head. Percy looked around a couple seconds for any clue of where she was.

 "That's not fair!" Percy complained as he picked up the sprayer.

 "Perfectly fair." Annabeth said. She moved before Percy had a chance to spray her, and came up behind him, "getting into a water war with a son of Poseidon?" she ducked as he turned and tried to spray her, "now that's unfair."

 She then stood off to the side, perfectly still, perfectly silent, and perfectly invisible.

 Percy looked around the room, feeling around with his hands and spraying aimlessly as he called out things like "Annabeth," and "Wise Girl," and "Maybe if you make yourself visible again we can call a truce," but she was having too much fun with this to give up now. He eventually must've come to the conclusion that she'd left the kitchen, so he did as well, setting down the sprayer and calling to her in a fake singsong voice all the way to the bathroom.

 As soon as he left, she pulled a pitcher of water out of the fridge and waited. She could hear Percy calling her name, going farther away, and then closer again, so close he was in the next room, then coming through the kitchen door.

 "Annabeth? Are you in here? Maybe if we call it off...."

 SPLOOSH!

 Annabeth giggled a little and set down the pitcher as the cold water dripped down Percy's face and shirt.

 "Let me guess," he said, blinking a few times, as he wiped the water out of his eyes and across his forehead, "Nereids in the pitcher too."

 Annabeth took off her hat and crossed her arms, with a smug smile. "Nope. That one was all me."

 "Nice one, wise girl," Percy said, with a smile, but I think you're forgetting something."

 "Oh yeah?" Annabeth asked, "what's that?"

 "That I can still do this!"

 The sink behind her turned on with a flick of Percy's wrist, and she yelped as the cold water blasted into her back.

 Then she did the wise thing— she ducked, and all that water blasted past where she'd been standing and sprayed at Percy instead, blasting him in the face.

 He quickly recovered, redirecting the flow of water to where Annabeth still stood, crouched down on the floor in front of him.

 She didn't exactly have the steadiest footing— wet socks and tile floors don't mix well— and the low-pressure water shooting at her knocked her off her feet.

 As she resteadied herself, sitting up with a hand resting on the floor, Percy took a step forward. Fortunately for Annabeth, his water powers didn't include immunity to the power of a wet tiled floor, and he slipped, landing on his back in front of her.

 Despite how much a fall like that could've hurt, Percy had a smile on his face.

 "Ready to call it a truce now?" Percy asked, smiling up at Annabeth.

 Annabeth's eyes met Percy's. They'd been through the Underworld, halfway across the globe, to Tartarus and back, battled monsters and titans and gods, and yet, even in quiet, simple moments like these, he still looked at her like he'd never seen anything more incredible in his life.

 "Truce," she nodded, holding her hand out to him. He took it, and she pulled him up. Even when he was sitting upright in front of her, he didn't let go of her hand, and they still didn't take their eyes off each other.

 "You know why I do these things, right?" Percy said.

 "I have a few theories," Annabeth said, "but the prevailing one was that you don't even know why you do these things."

 He shook his head, "I never do anything without thinking it through."

 Annabeth laughed.

 "Okay, I do a lot of things without thinking them through," Percy said, "that's what I have you for. But this is one example where I know what I'm doing."

 "And what's that?"

 He took her other hand in his and continued. "Sometimes when you're working out something, you get a little lost in your thoughts— so lost that you forget important things, like eating, or sleeping, or remembering where you are, or…."

 "Or giving my husband the attention he so desperately craves?" Annabeth asked, raising an eyebrow as she squeezed his hands.

 "Well, there's that too."

 Looking back at all the breaks she'd taken because of the pranks he'd pulled, she had to admit, they were helpful. She'd always come back after them with a fresh pair of eyes that figured out the problem much faster, and she had him to thank for it.

 "And, I guess," Percy continued, "as much as I hate when I fight with you, I love making up with you afterwards."

 He leaned forward, hesitated just a moment, then kissed her cheek.

  "I like making up with you too," she whispered. "You're my favorite distraction."

 "That's convenient," Percy said, with a playful smile Annabeth saw out of the corner of her eye, "'cause you're my favorite distraction too— and right now, I could stand to be distracted."

 "Good."

 She placed her hand on his cheek, tilting his head just enough that his lips met with hers. His hands found their way to her sides as he pulled her all the more closer to herself. Any other tasks they had to do that day were quickly abandoned, both of them favoring instead to take a break for their favorite distraction.

🌊•🧡•🦉

 Annabeth knew what she was getting into when she married Percy Jackson. The way that Percy loved Annabeth was unlike how anyone had ever loved her in her life. Sometimes it came in the big things, like self-sacrifice, and fighting for her when no one else would.

 But oftentimes his love for her was found in something as small as starting a water war with her, just so they could make up again afterwards.

[shrublee]

SPOILERS IF U HAVEN'T WATCHED THE LATEST TUBBO STREAM AS OF TODAY (Feb 21, 24) JUST SO U KNOW !!!!!! I will summarize these massive paragraphs in the points at the very end in a sort of timeline order that I can think of for this so gonna start off this rant talking about how the timeline makes absolutely no sense at all

So there was some sort of ancient thing from "long long ago" or something and they went to get the remains of it because for whatever reason that was gonna help to bring q!Tubbo back

also Creation was built by Tubbo to protect the eggs(? or atleast thats what its doing rn) (mainly Sunny I assume but could've originally started building it for Chayanne and Tallulah) after it was built it was given instructions I guess on what to do in case of certain situations such as him being gone in any way etc etc

but if Tubbo erased his memory (we'll come back to how that doesn't make sense as of now, later) of building Creation, then he must have already been given Sunny by the federation in order for him to have been able to put her as rank 1 on the list (because of course, he erased his memory of Creation, so he couldn't have gone back and changed it later)

Creation had been originally built "long long ago" (during the time of said ancient thing from earlier, some sort of order or something? we don't really know (double parentheses, crazy I know, but keep in mind that order could also potentially mean like "given an order" as in something it was told to do previously)) so was Creation originally built for something else? and then his purpose was changed to protect the eggs after that? Well then that implies Tubbo knew Creation existed during his time on Quesadilla island up until sometime after he got Sunny (I've seen some people talk about time travel theories about what I just said but im not gonna get into that cuz its a whole lot, im just saying what we know and adding a tiny bit of theories into it)

He joined an Operation at some point also? Im assuming during the long ago ancient era or whatever but like bro these are too many words to remember

So "the old order" and "the operation" are most likely 2 separate things as Creation doesn't typically use multiple names for one thing

So he made Creation before he joined the operation as a "last effort to hold on" and he did all that "very very long ago before the island looked like what it [does] today"

last effort to hold on makes me think like, as in someones dying? like Creation is his last chance if he comes close to death (which based on what we've seen makes complete sense)

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anyways enough of confusing timeline stuff for now, time to get into whats going on with Tubbo specifically

Personally I though he might've been a robot, and I still believe that to be true despite information we've been given I feel its sort of a really badly kept secret on Creations part, it keeps sort of slipping up in its wording, forgetting saying things like "he will be shut off for good" is not the typical word use for humans(?) (things that are alive ig)

Because bro like you cant just drop "he was never alive to begin with" (he said talking to Phil) and like...... do anything else with that???? If something was never alive, it was never alive, like I dunno what else Tubbo could be without never have been alive?? It could've been an exaggeration or meant to be more like "he was never alive since the day you met him" instead of never alive at all

besides that, getting back to the "he erased his memory about specifically Creation existing" point not making sense, that is also why I think hes a robot still, cause how else would bro be able to just grab a specific memory from his brain and delete it??????

PLUS THE NEEDED DATA TO BRING HIM BACK HOW, WHO, WHERE, WHAT, WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU NEED DATA TO REVIVE SOMEONE WHO WASN'T A ROBOT??

even if hes not a robot bros got some like computer chip in his brain or something like........

also just gonna add in that on the original Creation stream (Niki's stream) he says something along the lines of protecting all the eggs except the one that isn't actually an egg or something Just wanna say that I think this is referring to Tubbo because yeah, he was always jokingly treated as an egg with cookies and everything and then towards the end he only had 2 lives just like them and Creation never protected him cause (A) he wasn't actually an egg and (B) Tubbo can't know he exists, so even if he wanted to protect him he couldn't either that or it was code flippa but whateverrrr :P

anyways thats the end of that for now until my brain goes crazy again

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Tubbo made Creation before he joined "The Operation" (don't know what Creation was originally built for)

he did all that "very very long ago before the island looked like what it [does] today"

At some point he was frozen in the ice prison after this (we don't know for sure if he still has his memories of before this at this point, but most likely does for this to make sense (unless time travel maybe but we don't talk about that))

After meeting everyone and getting close with the eggs (specifically Chayanne and Tallulah) he starts changing the purpose of Creation to protect the eggs

Not long after this hes given Sunny by the Fed

He then completes Creations new purpose by putting in the ranking system (he would've had to have met Sunny before this or it doesn't make sense)

Then he deletes his memories (somehow lmao) of Creation

Creation is most likely shut down and hidden away somewhere, set to only activate if needed (dunno what these reasons he would've given Creation would be but one of them was definitely if he went missing/died or something)

[nicohischierz]

betty: brandt clarke

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when starting the school year, brandt assumed he would see you sitting with an empty spot beside you for him.

but he was wrong.

the spot you usually accompanied was empty and he assumed you were off sick today. and for the rest of the week, he just assumed you were sick seeing as he never saw you anywhere. but then again, how do you recognise someone who is actively avoiding you.

it wasn't until ethan cardwell mentioned that you were in his homeroom, that things made sense to brandt.

the young boy went home and began writing a letter to his best friend.

betty, I won't make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom, but I think it's 'cause of me

it was the end of summer break and one of the guys in your year held a party. one that you attended with brandt and some of your friends. the two of you were having a good time dancing around.

brandt didn't know what happened because one second he was having the time of his life and the next you were cussing him out with tears streaming down your face.

he couldn't remember who had their arm wrapped around your shoulder, but he remembered her coming over to him. her scent filled his nose and he immediately felt nauseous thinking of you

betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard when I passed your house it's like I couldn't breathe

it had been three months since you started avoiding brandt. he'd get weekly updates from his teammates who were still in contact with you.

one day, things got a bit too much. brandt had been worried about hockey, his draft year coming up and you.

he took out his skateboard, one he hadn’t used in a long time, and rode until his mind was clear.

well until he came across a house he hadn’t been to in a while.

his breath was caught in his throat as he watched you in your window. he noticed someone else come up behind you and kiss your cheek.

you heard the rumors from inez, you can't believe a word she says most times, but this time, it was true

the night of the party when you were on your way to the bathroom, one of your classmates stopped you. inez was one who knew everything so when she wanted to speak to you, you got worried.

“betty, i need to tell you that i saw brandt and audrey over the summer together. at first i thought it was a coincidence but then i saw your story in europe and when i looked up i caught brandt and audrey kissing!” she exclaimed.

tears began to fill your eyes and you brushed past inez towards brandt. you saw aurora lingering nearby and you saw red. you pushed brandt and cussed him out.

ryan grabbed your shoulder and pulled you away from brandt and drove you home that night. he stayed with you as you cried about your lost love.

The worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you

brandt remembered the promise he made to you before you left for europe.

you were to come back with your mind made up on whether you were willing to try be a couple.

he never meant to end up in aurora’s bed.

he never wanted to hurt you.

But if I just showed up at your party, would you have me? would you want me? would you tell me to go straight to hell? or lead me to the garden? in the garden, would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer thing? i'm only 17, I don't know anything but I know I miss you

it was now your birthday.

the boys on his team had spoken about being invited and ethan handed brandy his invite too.

ethan explained that whilst the two of you weren’t talking, your family missed brandt and this was the only setting you felt comfortable seeing him.

so brandt took it with a stride.

he’d always bought your birthday present and he had it wrapped and hidden in his room until your birthday.

brandt knew he messed up with aurora and he was going to do everything in his power to get you back

The worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you

but if I just showed up at your party would you have me? would you want me? would you tell me to go straight to hell? or lead me to the garden? in the garden, would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer thing?

brandt expected nothing less than your garden party for your birthday.

the sun dress you wore highlighting every part of you that he loved. it also happened to be the dress he picked out.

brandt waited until the party was in full swing before approaching you.

“hey, can we talk?” he asked softly.

you looked around and nodded, leading him up to your bedroom.

“this summer, i was walking home just thinking of you when she pulled up like a figment of my worst intentions. she said "brandt, get in, let's drive" and suddenly those days turned into nights i slept next to her, but i dreamt of you all summer long,” he rambled.

“you wanted to be with me, so why did you end up in her bed?” you asked.

brandt shrugged. “when she was driving me home, she let me talk … about you. she said she’d help take my mind off of you and i thought it would ease my pain but it didn’t”.

you moved your hand close to his as you sat on your bed. he was quick to intertwine your fingers and place a hand on your cheek.

“the only thing I wanna do is make it up to you,” he whispered.

brandt didn’t have time to think as you placed your lips on his. the kiss was better than anything he had dreamed of.

[thatskindarough]

Oh it was only 3 actually, counting that one animatic on YouTube (that BTW i had no idea was yours! I was pleasantly surprised <3)

And I found it so funny that you have somewhat an idea of who I might be PFFF you can throw the guess, it would be funny if you get it right (don't have to say my name if you don't remember it, you can just go for something you remember NFKDSJ)

also time for an actual question since i'm already here, what program did you used for the animatic? I've always wanted to get into animating but most softwares cost money or are free but really bad so I could use some recommendations 👀

Good to hear there is no imposter lol. I should probably start using the false pfp so people know it’s me but I’m too lazy to change them all 💀 also my guess was right as to who you were but probably mainly because I put on my Aziraphale detective hat and you were the last notification before the ask inbox notification and your icon had a red beanie. We meet once again.

As for the animatic I used procreate for drawing and capecut for composting. Not the most efficient method but I liked it. I ended up segmenting off each camera angle into a different canvas and making any animation for the shot that way. I love capecut because the free version has every editing function you need for an animatic and the watermark only appears as a black screen at the end so it’s so easy to crop out. It’s probably the best free editing software I’ve found. (I also used a screen recording device to record the audio cause even if you buy a song it sometimes doesn’t allow you to put it in the program.)

I honestly recommend procreate if you have a device that supports it. I think it’s still only a 10 dollar onetime purchase. But if you don’t have a device that supports it, I have used things like flip a clip which is free, and the paid version is pretty cheap. I have also dabbled in an app called rough animate, also free (you don’t have to pay for the onion skins) which was also okay. I got frustrated cause of the lack of brush choice but other than that it’s not bad at all. If you can’t pay anything at all I’d recommend this because, unlike flip a clip, you don’t have to pay to unlock the a lot of the really helpful features. Ibis paint also added an animation feature I think so that’s an option. Idk if you need the paid version for it, but I remember only having to watch ads for a minute to unlock all the brushes so maybe it’s the same for the animation feature lol.

If you have a computer set up, I’ve also heard nice things about Krita for animation. It’s free and from what I remember it had a really good timeline set up. I actually tried to use it, but my computer at the time was old and slow and it lagged to much, and then I had a shitty no screen tablet and my hand eye coordination when it came to drawing and writing is quite bad, so it just wasn’t a good set up for me personally. But I know people make it work. I mean, people make this kinda shit in MS paint, if you’re dedicated enough you can technically do it in almost any program (though you may not be able to make it as polished as you’d like.)

Then there is Clip Studio Paint, which does cost money but is way less expensive than like, harmony or adobe. The EX version which gives you a second of free animation per project is a $5 monthly subscription for once device, PC MaC IOS, and the Pro version (which is more expensive) gives you unlimited animation animation access for I believe around 10 -15 dollars a month (still less than most streaming services lol). There’s also a one time purchase version that is $50 dollars, but it goes on sale A LOT for $25! Although I don’t think it gives you more than a second of animation. CSP also has a very long free trial period, for EX it was legit like 3 months. so if you try it out and like it, I’d definitely suggest finding a way to pay for it. It’s actually used in some professional studios in Japan, so if you have any professional aims for your work it’s a good starting platform to get into industry software. However a lot of the nice things CSP offers for animation are not needed in the story boarding/animatic stage, so if that’s as far as you wanna take your animations it maaaaaaay not be worth it unless you love it.

If anyone else has other cheap or free recommendations feel free to add on. I have attempted to make animatics on procreate, rough animate, and flip a clip; all of which I have uncompleted projects on. It just so happens that procreate is what I was using when I finally made an animatic I liked enough to see until completion. Whatever software you do use, just make sure you learn how to use it before attempting a big project. Do some smaller stuff before you try anything big.

Edit to check the comments! We got other good recommendations for computers!

[bee-dot-exe]

I really wish I wasn't writing this. I just can't believe it. Put on your seatbelts I guess. Kinda long and kinda heavy post ahead. Take care of yourselves.

I follow Shelby, but I don't really watch her. When I saw her go live and I saw that it would be a more serious stream, I got kinda worried, but I didn't think a whole lot of it I guess. And slowly but surely, as I scrolled on here, I saw the occasional post not only saying they were proud of her, but saying negative things about Wil. My heart sunk, and to be honest, from what I'd seen, she didn't name any names, why were people blaming and saying these things about him, he didn't do anything?

So while I absolutely supported Shelby regardless, at the time I hadn't look further into anything, and avoided posts with either of their names for my own well being.

I came here this morning and there was a screenshot of his Tweet. And I felt like I was gonna throw up.

First of all, what was that. That was a response, sure, but that's about it. It was not anything genuine. It was not an apology.

Wilbur, this hurts me, like I genuinely feel like the air was punched out of me as I write this, Not only that what Shelby said was true, not only that you admitted it, but that this is the response you can't up with?

I remember finding you one day three or four years ago, and not to be parasocial, but I immediately felt connected. Wrapped around my brain. I was hyperfixated, felt understood in a way few others has made me feel before, maybe something similar to attraction grew.

And now I don't know what to do. I don't know if I can watch some of my comfort videos or vods. Listen to one of my favorite bands. Keep talking about/infodumping/introducing one of my comfort creators.

I can't stop thinking about people you were friends with not wanting to interact anymore. Of even though you weren't really on QSMP you probably definitely won't be anymore. Of Lovejoy maybe probably slowly stopping. Of the fact that I haven't really watched Tommy in a while but your friendship was once very dear to me and I don't know anything behind the scenes and I hope he will be okay. Of this really happening.

And I'm sorry. I'm sorry for fans past present and future. I'm sorry for Shelby and any other had been or possible future victim. I'm sorry for you because you did this, you dug this hole further and further, you are watching this happen.

I'm going to update my pinned post and change my blog layout. I'm not going to write about him or post about him anymore, but I'm not going to delete what I have written or posted, because I was at one point and still am proud of it, and a part of me will continue to hold these things near my chest. I'm gonna go now cause I have a headache.

[italiansteebie]

Would you mind doing a fic or recommending one for Steve/Hopper or like Steve/Joyce mother or father/son content? Or even like just teaming up! I’d love to see it! It’s just so sweet! I want them to have scenes in the real show! You may have responded to me a long time ago I just can’t remember and there’s a lot to go through to find it.

Hi Hi! It could've been eaten by my inbox !

Here's a short lil thing and some recs under it!

Now Joyce was never too sure about Steve Harrington. She knew the things he'd said about her son and her family, and it hurt. But whenever she looked at the boy, all she could see was a sad, scared, lonely child, who was begging for some kind of guidance.

She just didn't know how to... Well, how to do it.

Until Steve showed up on her door step, tears streaking down his face at 5 am, asking if Will was okay. "Yeah, he's just inside asleep, Steve. Are you okay, sweetie? What's going on?" She could see him shaking, "I- uh. No. Sorry for showing up so late, or e-early. I should go, sorry. S-sorry." He looked panicked and started backing away, and that's when she noticed his car wasn't in the driveway.

"Steve, honey. Did you walk here?" She watched as he swallowed thickly, eyes darting before settling on a hesitant "Yes." She reached for him, pausing when he flinched, "Why don't you come inside?" He nodded and trudged inside. She could see the panic draining from his face, and being taken up by exhaustion. She sat on the couch, pulling a blanket up from the trunk, and patted the cushion next to her. "Come sit, Steve."

She studied him as he flopped on to the cushion. "When's the last time you got some sleep, sweetie?" Steve shrugged, "I- Well. I usually sleep but it is usually filled with nightmares." She tutted, "Why didn't you say anything? You know any of us would be glad to help you." She ran a comforting hand up and down his back. Steve couldn't help but lean in to the gentle touch, it was so uncommon now that someone touched him with out causing pain.

Joyce, ever the observant saw this, and pulled him into a gentle hug. "Why'd you come here, Steve?" She heard him sigh, "I- I had a nightmare, I was in those stupid tunnels- I woke up and I just. I had to make sure it was really over." He stuttered through, tears streaming down his face. Joyce reached and brushed the hair from off of his forehead, "It's okay, Steve. We all get them," She heard his breath hitch, "Just let it out, it's okay sweetie." And then sobs were wracking his body.

She held him, and combed a hand through his hair until his cries settled. She watched his face carefully, seeing how his eyes drooped. She leaned him over, until he was laying down, she stood and placed the blanket over his body. "Sleep, Steve. We'll be here when you wake up."

She bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, and walked back to her room. Get some sleep, we'll be here when you wake up.

picking up the pieces by skelterhelter

I'm always picking up by body by the_diving_fox

Still King Steve by Cursed_Willow

[mama-qwerty]

Okay, so my husband and I were talking about this over supper tonight. Because we always get into the weirdest in-depth conversations and half the time I don't remember how we even got on the subject, but ANYWAY

Back to the Future. Fun little set of movies about time travel and messing up timelines and whatnot. All worked out in the end, right? Everyone's happy.

Except . . . the time Marty returns to at the end of number 3 isn't the timeline he started from. There are at least 5 different timelines in play throughout the trilogy.

Let's break it down. My rundown is at the top, my husband's is at the bottom:

1st MOVIE

Marty Prime blows out Doc's speakers, realizes he's late for school, laments to Jennifer about his chances at being a musician. Yadda yadda yadda. Gets woken up in the middle of the night to meet Doc at the mall. Einstein is off on a one minute jaunt forward in time. (That didn't create another timeline because it was just one minute and there were no changes made to anything). The Libyans show up, shoot Doc, Marty jumps in the time machine and gets sent back to 1955.

Takeaways from the Prime Timeline - Doc Prime is dead, Marty Prime is never seen again, and presumably wanted for murdering Doc.

Everything Marty does in '55 spawns a second timeline, where George is a famous writer. Marty Prime returns to the '85 of this timeline early, watching Marty (2) confront the Libyans as they gun down Doc, and then jumps in the time machine to go back to '55. What happens to Marty 2? We don't know, but presumably he's causing his own brand of timeline related shenanigans.

Marty Prime, relieved Doc (2) is alive, goes back home, where he essentially takes over Marty 2's life. He falls asleep, only to wake to a nice house, successful siblings, and equally successful parents who love each other. Hey, everything worked out, everyone's happy, and he got the truck and the girl.

Doc 2 shows up panicking about Marty (Prime) and Jennifer (2)'s kids. They hop in the time machine and screech off.

2nd MOVIE

They're in 2015. Shenanigans happen. Marty Prime stops his future son from doing something stupid, and all is well. Except Jennifer gets taken to future Jennifer's house, and Old Biff steals the time machine while Marty and Doc try to rescue her.

When Old Biff goes back in time to give himself the almanac, he effectively created timeline 3.

Doc (2) drops Marty (Prime) and Jennifer (2) off, and this is where we discover we're in Biffworld. Doc explains the theory of branching timelines, and have to figure out when Biff (3) got the almanac from Old Biff. Marty confronts Biff, and essentially makes himself a target for Biff's anger and spite, which will presumably come back to bite Marty 3 in the ass. In the Biffworld timeline, it's said that Marty (3) is in Europe. There is a Marty in this timeline. Marty Prime has released Biff's ire on his alternate timeline's counterpart.

Marty Prime and Doc 2 go back in time to stop Old Biff from giving his younger self the almanac. By preventing young Biff from using the almanac, they prevent the Biffworld timeline from happening, but they don't necessarily erase it. That timeline is still going on, just on a different branch of the time stream.

They burn the almanac, things look good, then the DeLorean gets struck by lightning, sending Doc 2 back in time to 1885.

3rd MOVIE

Now, the Doc in '55 is the Doc from the Prime universe, as he exists before any long term changes take place. BUT, theoretically, he sees how much trouble a time machine proves to be, so never builds one. Thus making that timeline a separate one from the original Prime universe. Timeline 4.

Anyway, he helps Marty find the time machine Doc 2 left hidden. They find Doc 2's tombstone. Marty goes back in time to stop Doc from being killed by Buford. He succeeds, they save Clara, and now everything's all screwed up. Timeline 5.

At the end of the movie, Marty Prime is sent back to the future of timeline 5. There's no telling where the Marty of this timeline is.

Yes, there are inconsistencies. Old Biff should have never been able to come back to the future of '15 if he gave himself the almanac in the past and thus changed things. (And I think he was supposed to fade away because he essentially erased himself when he changed his own path.) If the timeline at the end of everything is a different one from the Biffworld timeline, Jennifer theoretically should not have still had the faxed note in her pocket. (And she wouldn't be the same Jennifer of that timeline, anyway.)

Time travel stories can be a pain, and if they're more complicated than this, they give me a headache. I have a problem thinking 4th dimensionally.

My husband's take:

Part 1: The series starts with the PRIME timeline (T-prime). Doc is killed and Marty Prime shoots back to 1955 where he inadvertently spawns a second timeline, let's call it T-2.

As T-2 plays out George lays out Biff and becomes a famous writer, it's now Lone Pine Mall, and Doc survives thanks to Marty's letter. Marty then moves forward in time 30 years, BUT he goes forward from T-2 to und up in T-2's version of 1985 where, as mentioned, Doc lives, George is famous, and so on.  As Marty Prime arrives in T-2's 1985 he sees Marty-2 (the Marty that grew up in T-2) shoot off in the DeLorean.

So by the end of Part 1, Marty-2 is gone, Marty Prime is taking his place in the T-2 timeline. Doc Prime is dead but Doc-2 continues living. So we have Marty Prime and Doc 2 going about their business in T-2. Following so far?

But what about T-prime? We never see it again, but we can assume it goes on. Doc Prime is dead, shot in the parking lot, and Marty is missing forever. Nerd George and Drunk Lorraine never see their son again. Maybe he's wanted for Doc's murder, we'll never know. It's a pretty grim end for the prime timeline story.

Then Part 2 really throws a wrench in the works.

It starts where it left off. Marty Prime in T-2. Doc-2 shot off to 2015 but he flashes back in and abducts Marty Prime and Jessica-2 and takes them to 2015 where T-2 would see Marty's son go to jail. Again, time traveler intervention splits the timelines. Because it happens farther down the line let's call them T-2a (Marty Jr gets arrested) and T-2b (Marty Jr is off the hook). So far, so good.

But then we have Old Biff-2 (remember, this is Biff from T-2). Old Biff-2 steals the time machine and hops back to 1955. T-2 1955 to be exact. More timeline splitting occurs when he gives young Biff-2 the sports almanac. Now we have a NEW timeline, Timeline 3 (T-3) wherein Biff becomes rich and powerful and creates BiffWorld.

Now, I am going to mention right here that, based on how the timelines have been working so far, there is a continuity error coming up. Because Old Biff-2 created the T-3 timeline, when he traveled 60 years forward in time he SHOULD have shown up in T-3's version of 2015 - the BiffWorld version of 2015. Marty Prime and Doc 2 should never again see the time machine in the T-2b timeline they are currently in. But it's the magic of Hollywood, so somehow they get it back.

Let's recap: So far we have T-prime (Marty is missing, Doc is dead), T-2a (Marty Jr goes to jail), T-2b (Marty Jr is free, Marty-Prime and Doc-2 are visiting), and now T-3 (BiffWorld). 

So, Marty Prime goes back to 1955. Again. Presumably he ends up in T-3 because Young Biff (Now Biff-3) has the book. However, if Marty is good at anything it's creating new timelines. So Marty-Prime creates ANOTHER split (T-4) by getting the almanac back. Wait, doesn't this just reset it back to T-2? Nope. We can assume that in the T-2 timeline Biff went home after the dance and licked his wounds, but this time BECAUSE Marty(prime) is back Biff crashes his car AGAIN, something we can only assume did not happen after the events of the first movie. Thus we are now in T-4.

Now we have Marty-Prime and Doc-2 in T-4. Doc-2 gets zapped back to 1885 leaving Marty Prime to find Doc-4. By this time Marty-Prime is well and truly screwed. He's never getting back home, but since he has a real problem with thinking 4th dimensionally he doesn't know this. 

Now in T-4 (1955) Marty Prime and Doc-4 find out that Doc-2 died in 1885, shot by Buford. Thus they fix the DeLorean and Marty-Prime zaps back to 1885 where he does what he does best, splits the timeline again. This time he saves Doc, creating T-5 and now Doc 2a? Let's go with that. So in the T-5 timeline Clara doesn't fall into the canyon and Doc-2a and Marty-Prime steal the train and Marty-Prime shoots forward in time to T-5 (1985). 

Now we are at the conclusion of Marty-Prime's journey. Who knows how many splits Doc-2a made but as far as Marty, we have Marty-Prime now living in T-5. What about Marty-5? We assume that Marty-5 shot off in Doc-5s time machine at Lone Pine Mall the other night but we really don't know for sure. In T-5 maybe Doc never even built it. We can't be 100% sure. It is LIKELY that Marty-Prime will take the place of never-to-return Marty-5 but it is possible that Marty-5 is tooling around town at the very moment that Marty-Prime is talking to Doc-? in his magic train.

~~~

Hopefully one of those breakdowns made sense. 😆

Wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi, it's two part again. I'm glad you are doing great.

I just wanna drop by and send a hi to you. I'll spam your inbox soon, but for now I need to catch up with some stuffs. I'd love it if you write my ideas, since I'm not that great with romantic stuffs. Thanks for being supportive about my writing, though. I'm actually begin a long story for my OCs in One Piece world on Ao3 because you inspire me ehehe. (Also remember the devil fruit request of a dragon gal? That was me :> well actually not, I asked my friend to send it on my behalf)

I've also just read the One Last Dance. I shouldn't say it. I don't want to beg you or anything, but I need a sequel so badly. Lol. It was sooooo great, I love it so muchhhhh! Thank you for writing it. I know you are not writing request anymore so I'll have to imagine it myself ;v; I regret requesting a heartbreak so much cause now I just want Ace and Reader to be together *sobs*

I watched the stream on One Piece day and I can't stop thinking about the awakening of the devil fruits. Hmm if you don't mind chatting, what form do you think Ace and Sabo would have if the Mera Mera no Mi also has an awakened form? Like, I imagine Ace would kinda have an image that is devil-ish (cause he is "the child of the devil") while Sabo is more of a dragon image? Idk, it just pops in my head.

Aight, see you.

Two part anon! So you're exempt from my 'closed inbox' because I love you and you're amazing. (I have a handful of people who are always exempt from my closed inbox) I loved this idea, so I absolutely HAD to write it! I'll get to the devil fruit thing a little later once I manage to work my way through a few more other requests. I hope you enjoy this. It does have a little heartbreak, but I promise it's worth it.

Part 1: Just One More Dance

Warnings: some angst, fluff,

Word Count: 1780

     Things had become complicated since the day that he’d disappeared. You’d looked into the history of the necklace like he’d suggested… he’d been right, it was heartbreaking. A princess, beautiful and loving, she sought the same love that she gave. To all her people, she was kind and giving, none went hungry or cold, even the poorest of citizens had a home within her kingdom. Not even bandits or those from other kingdoms had been turned away. Though all those within the kingdom’s borders worked their hardest, it was only for the love of their princess and the love and kindness she showed for them. Thus a great search began to find a prince worthy of their princess. One kind and loving as she, one who would be best suited to her. Though long and arduous, their search yielded results and a kind prince was found. A meeting between the two, an arrangement merely for introduction. Indeed, they seemed a match well made. In an instant, she found herself falling for him, her people cheered and rejoiced, their princess would finally be given the love she deserved. But it was not to be, for the prince did not feel for her as she felt for him. Still, she strove to endure, perhaps he would love her in time. So they met again and again, the princess praying that he would love her. But her heart was shattered upon learning the news. An engagement of her prince to the cold princess to the north. She’d had many encounters with the princess of the north. A selfish girl, her subjects suffered simply so that she might live in luxury. Cruel and deaf to the pleas of her people. Yet the prince only had eyes for her. The princess’s heart bled as she attempted to endure for her people. A necklace, her most prized possession, a gift from her late father, said to contain within it, all the love held within the hearts of all of those who had worn it before. Magic held within the large heart shaped ruby set in the center. If she were to crush the stone, her wish would be granted and her love would be returned. Yet as she stood before the priceless gem, hammer raised to strike, she saw his smile reflected on its surface. She couldn't bring herself to shatter her most prized possession. Not simply because it was a gift from her father, but because she could not bring herself to force him to love her. But neither could she live with the pain of her heartbreak. She held the ruby to her heart and poured herself into it, all the love she’d felt for every person she’d felt for. The ruby’s color deepened, shining a brighter and brighter red. Only when she collapsed did she stop, one hand still laid upon the necklace, with no love left in her heart and only the pain of grief from the loss of the one she cared for most, her heart stuttered weakly once more before being found the following morning, her skin like ice and a brilliant ruby clutched tightly to her chest. 

     Once you’d finished reading the history of the necklace, your heart ached as you sobbed. You’d started turning your boyfriend away as you took several days off of work. The aching in your chest was unbearable and agonizing, leaving you confused and frustrated. When had your feelings turned into affection? Now, sitting once more at the table, you looked at the letter on your laptop. Did it sound alright? Could it be misconstrued? Would anyone else understand and show up by accident instead? You had to try though. Biting your lip, you pressed send. It would be published in the paper tomorrow, hopefully he would see it. 

     Leaning against the counter, Ace read through the paper. He missed his frequent chases with you, missed his banter with you. Granted, as a thief, he was different than as a barista, he’d taken a page from his brother’s book and dressed in nice clothes and a mask, acted as if he were some sort of sophisticated rich guy. No one would suspect the guy in nice clothes would be the barista in a stained apron. Pausing, his eyes caught the top of the next article, ‘To my Dance Partner’. It couldn’t be, could it? His eyes darted over the words, his heart pounding and aching at the same time. You wanted to meet with him. Was it a trick? A way for you to get him behind bars? Or did you really want to meet with him? He had to at least try, right? 

     Standing on a far building, he glanced over. You weren’t dressed in your usual police uniform. In fact, you were in a rather nice, full length dress, heels, gloves and a necklace. He even recognized the necklace. It was an imitation of the one he’d stolen. If it was a trap, you must have been pretty confident that it would work to wear such an outfit. Still, he’d be cautious. 

     Standing on the roof nervously, you watched as he jumped down from another building, onto the same roof where you stood. 

     “So you got my letter.” you said with a small smile before looking away.

     “I just hope this isn’t the trap that it looks like.” he said, slowly walking up to you.

     “No, no trap. I think you know I don’t work like that. Not when it comes to thieves.” You said, trying not to fidget.

     “Yeah, yeah I do. I hate to say that I know you better than you realize.” Ace said, his white gloved hands in his pockets as he stood in front of you. The two of you were so close.

     “One day, I’d like to know how you know me so well.” you said with a small laugh, making Ace chuckle.

     “Maybe one day I’ll tell you. So… why’d you want to meet if this isn’t a trap?” he asked, unsure of how to proceed.

     “One more dance. You said that last time would be our final dance, but what if this were a new party? Could we dance?” you asked, holding out a gloved hand. Ace smiled as he took your hand, pulling you close. Thankfully, he knew how to dance.

     You smiled as the two of you danced on the rooftop. Having only ever chased him around, you were, admittedly surprised, at how good of a dancer he was. As soon as your dance was finished, he pulled away.

     “I’m afraid this night must come to an end. I look forward to our next dance.” he said softly before walking backwards towards the edge and jumping off. He seemed to enjoy doing that. That was okay though. You’d had your dance and he’d said he looked forward to the next, you would meet again.

     The two of you would send letters again and again. Encrypted, through the newspaper, meeting on rooftops and dancing. A single dance before he would disappear once more. His thieving days were over, but he still met you as his persona, not wanting to reveal himself quite yet. You’d started going back to work once more, visiting Ace’s coffee shop in the mornings, but you’d stopped bringing your boyfriend. Though perhaps boyfriend wasn’t quite right anymore as you’d broken up with him. How could you continue dating him when your heart belonged to your dance partner? Now, you stood on yet another rooftop, holding his hand as he attempted to leave.

     “I… please don’t go this time.” you said softly, eyes pleading with him. How could he say no to those eyes.

     “I need to, Y/n, it’s the end of the night and we’ve shared our dance.” he said softly, his other hand coming up to caress your cheek. You just shook your head.

     “It’s only 11 pm, the clock hasn’t struck midnight, Cinderella. And… I have something for you.” you said, your look turning slightly desperate. Ace nodded, staying where he was as you tentatively let go of his hand before hurrying over to the small bag you always brought with you. You quickly pulled something out before hurrying back. In one hand was… a hammer? He looked at you in confusion.

     “I… I’ve been saving up for quite a while, was planning on using it for something else, but I… I wanted to spend it on this instead.” you said, opening your other hand. It was a ruby heart. Not as large as the one set into the necklace in the museum, but a ruby heart nonetheless, “Said to contain all the love held within all the hearts of those who had worn it before. If she crushed the stone, her love would be returned. It’s… it’s not the ruby from the story, but maybe… maybe we could destroy this one together?” you offered, holding out the hammer. He smiled as he moved to stand behind you, his hand wrapping around yours. The both of you stood near the ledge, the gem sitting on the raised wall before you.

     “I’m glad I don’t have to die of heartbreak, my princess.” he whispered, pulling you in for a kiss as the two of you crushed the ruby. Pulling away, you gasped in shock. He’d pulled away his mask, revealing an all too familiar face.

     “Please don’t turn me in. Even now that you know who I am.” he pleaded. You smiled and shook your head. 

     “We just broke a very expensive rock. Why on earth would I turn you in after that?” you asked with a small giggle. Ace chuckled as he pulled you into another kiss.

     “Good, if you turned me in, I couldn’t dance with you anymore.” he said, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

     “Thinking of, where did you learn to dance that well?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair.

     “From the same person I got the idea for these stupid clothes, my brother. Figured, no one would suspect the thief dressed in a tux was the barista that spent his free time jogging or at the beach.” he said, making you laugh. 

     “I suppose you have a point.” you said with a smile. You gave him one more kiss, the two of you in a passionate lip lock. The news the next day would show a baffling headline that the priceless princess heart ruby had suddenly cracked down the center in the middle of the night, and while nobody would notice, too caught up in the damage to the gemstone, the brilliant red that shone had dulled, as if the magic from inside had disappeared. 

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

hello everyone !!! as tumblr decided to send me to the shadow real for a month and i do have a tendency to overshere on here, i thought it would be fun to go through my last month to update my lore (the key things are that i now have no bedroom and i am obsessed with ana mena) through my tweets (i was forced to use that website more i'm afraid). and of course, i will translate everything so don't worry :)

hope you like it!!! this is probably gonna be long so i'll add everything under the cut:

we start at day 1 a.T. (after tumblr) which was a very important day actually (pokémon day for those who don't know)

they deactivated my tumblr account for no reason?

2. without tumblr, that day i was forced to go to twitch and see ibai's stream announcing the participants of la velada 3 (unfortunately this won't be my last twitch moment here i'm so sorry)

from left to right and top to bottom:

WHAT IS GOING ON (qrt to: this fight is gonna be legendary. amouranth vs mayichii)

they should kiss (this is about viruzz vs shelao, it is funnier with context sorry)

it's now a reality. this is gonna be insane @/fernanfloo

i think rivers will win (the second tweet it's for context: the second fight of la velada del año 3 is rivers vs la rivers)

3. spoiler alert: i was struggling with uni stuff (and especially administrative uni stuff) all month &lt;3

(it is impossible to translate this tweet literally so bear with me)

it's unbelievable how much the people in the university of wales don't give a fuck

here's the fun little context for this one: i should've started my semester on february 1st. i had received no notice of enrolling in it, there was no way to do it on the page habilitated for it, and my master's director wasn't answering my mails concerning my dissertation proposal and supervisor or anything really. i sent the sorta student help thingie platform a mail on february 28th asking for guidance and they answered me an hour later telling me i could enroll. my master's director also emailed me telling me i had a supervisor now. lol. fun. great.

4. this will not be my only ana mena related tweet in this list i am afraid

(the quoted tweet is the singer ana mena as a little girl in a tv show and a sign that reads 'when she grows up she wants to be an archaeologist') she's made it cause the rest of the spanish musical industry is BONES besides her

5. i swear this is my last twitch moment i think. anyways. the squid games. yeah. it was very funny cause every person whose pov i decided to watch died &lt;3

same order as before:

(the quoted tweet says 'i think i'll watch the squid games from pandarina's pov') tweets that aged up badly: [she died on the first day]

everyone whose pov i'm seeing today dies (ander and zeling) lol

oleeee susi hasn't died let's gooooo

today i won't be able to watch the squid games so i'm only saying @/suzyroxx to the final !!!! [she wasn't in the final <;3]

6. it starts *looks into the distance remembering the horrors*

FINALLY the predoctoral UCM [my uni] scholarships are here folks

and the meme says the same but more accurately <3

7. that time my 55 year old uncle out of nowhere sent me a tiktok of nochentera and told me he loved it

my uncle being a nochenterist exactly (in the pic he only says 'it's so good!!!')

8. there are so many horrors relating to that goddamn predoc scholarship that i don't even remember the context of this one &lt;3

official bulletin of the complutense university or bulletin of shit ??? [this one is funnier in spanish, it's a meme from a show]

9. i do remember this one tho. this was a fun one.

i suddenly have a new thesis director and a master's dissertation supervisor lol

context: this was the day that my master's director emailed me telling me i finally had a dissertation supervior assigned. the other part is funnier. SO. i had a thesis director chosen from when i started all this process. she was great. love you miriam mwah. anyways. she had another student doing the thesis with her (a student that is my friend). turns out, for the ucm predoc shit there could only be one thesis director per person. no fucking clue why. so we all talked it out and thought the best solution was for me to have another one, and maybe miriam could be my co-director in the future. the funny thing is, this new supervisor (cruz) was my first choice way back when i started thinking about doing the ph.d. i just chose miriam in the end cause she was my master's thesis' director. so yeah. i could've chosen cruz from the start and i wouldn't have had these many problems. but whatever.

10. MANDATORY MEMORIAS DE IDHÚN TWEET

plot twist in memorias de idhún the funky little guy is VICTORIA

(they're right btw)

11. the la casa de bernarda alba miami remake incident. this ruined my day, my week, my month and possibly my year as well. if you haven't seen this and feel strongly about federico garcía lorca please skip this one i don't want to ruin your day.

you know the drill:

i'm angry cause i can't go to tumblr and go off [literally it says 'shit on the mothers'] at everyone who thought and adaptation of la casa de bernarda alba IN MIAMI is coherent, logical and necessary.

you have to travel to 2023 to stop that aberration from happening [this one's for my emdt besties <3]

this one is already in english

the only modern adaptation of la casa de bernarda alba i will accept [this day i also realised that episode really is an adaptation of la casa de bernarda alba which made me love paquita salas even more]

lorca reading this

and this one's also in english :)

12. oh btw i rewatched druck s5 and s6 just to feel something. wasn't brave enough to watch s7 & s8 tho &lt;3

[first pic]

the machwitz sisters from druck are the best fictional sisters that exist i don't fucking care if you don't agree

and yes i cried again with them

[pic 2]

the thing about rewatching druck's s5 is that now i want to rewatch druck's s1-4 only because of kiki

literally the best minutt for minutt of all skam i could scream

[pic 3]

possibly my favourite fictional ship above... yes... percabeth

there, i said it

i am once again stanning kieutou i'm so sorry

i was gonna start season 6 tomorrow but it happened

i don't know if i should watch s7 and s8 to be able to say i've watched all druck even if i know they're shitty [spoiler: i didn't do that]

13. maybe i went through a mini-skam craze last month.

people of twitter, it is a pleasure to announce that i have included references to skam in my book [specifically that moment at the end of sana's season when everything with the girls is resolved and she sent a message to yousef to meet up but he isn't answering]

14. i thought this meme was extremely funny and made for me specifically

just in case you don't know; pic 1 is the academy of OT [Operación Triunfo], pic 2 is the geography and history building of the UCM (mini spoiler i went there later in the month), pic 3 is the school entrance in skam, and pic 4 is the pool in druck s3.

15. they interviewed my sister !!!!

here's the link (in spanish) <3

fun fact i found out about this when my mum sent it to the groupchat. my sister and i do live in the same house and speak to each other daily :) they just didn't tell me :)

16. :(

another day missing tumblr

17. i watched a ton of national selections but i only really tweeted portugal's so yeah

i'll go chronologically with these ones so it's less confusing lol

please let nasci maria win it's the only song out of all preselections that i've had stuck in my head

a pretty good top 3 tbh, any of those songs deserves to win

it should be said that i've seen a ton of preselections this year and i've only saved two songs from portugal's preselection in spotify.

well i lied. i think there's also one or two songs from sanremo. but whatever

18. i did this cool pokémon chart which made me realise my favourite pokémon type is steel actually

i've seen fola do this on stream and i wanted to do it myself :)

what do you think people do i have taste or not

here's the chart if you want to take a closer look at it!

19. this was around the time i really started to resonate with carlos peguer's tweets. i think he's the closest thing to a spanish mike's mic so we have to cherish and celebrate him i think.

i felt these tweets about amaia's music on a spiritual level. he was so right.

she really was insane for this

the moon reflects on my BITTEN NAILS [this are the opening lyrics of nuevo verano PLEASE listen to it i'm begging]

20. emdt time!!! i finished s2 but it was so hard to do it without liveblogging it on tumblr :( i tweeted a bit about it tho (but only a little!!!)

why no one told me my town's palace appears in el ministerio del tiempo [i'm kinda glad i wasn't on tumblr here cause i would've purposefully doxxed myself lol. anyways it was certainly something seeing it, especially knowing the actors were IN MY TOWN filming for DAYS and i didn't even know it. disgraceful]

i wish i could talk about the episode i'm seeing of emdt on tumblr cause it's super funny [it was the one where they have to pretend they're a normal ministerio !!!! 10/10 i had so much fun]

21. i also may or may not have gotten addicted to ck3 like a fucking nerd

the way i started playing crusader kings at nine thirty 'to spend some time until i go to bed' and suddenly it's past midnight ????

22. ⚠️the march 15 incident ⚠️ a lot happened today lol. and no, i'm not referring to the ides of march. i even forgot about them. busy day.

you can tell how i went through the whole spectrum of human emotions that day <3 anyways, i'll go in chronological order

how's your morning going people i woke up at 6:45 for a job interview but when i got to the bus stop i realized i don't have the transport chart recharged and i don't have enough money in my bank account to recharge it. lol.

in the end i managed to get to the interview and i even talked with an argentinian guy is this being a normal and sociable person

bomb the ucm

it's impossible for the spring to not be my favorite station, i'm about to cry over how nice this day is

i mean. overall it was a good day. but my memories of it get a bit tainted by the sequel (yes there is a sequel). anyways, let's go with the fun context.

so, yes i did (kinda) have a job interview that day. they haven't called me since so i guess that didn't work out. i had a 1 hour 30 mins trip on public transport to get there so that's why i woke up so early (the interview was at 9:30 i think?). i managed to get there only cause as i got back home to wait for my mum to wake up i got the notification that she had sent me 50 € to my bank account for that day. so i went out again, got to the tram station, recharged my transport card, and then got there. in the end the interview was delayed so whatever but yeah. nothing remarkable there apart from that argentinian guy i chatted with!! like a normal human!!!

anyways, after that i had to go to the ucm (told you i was gonna go there later in the month) because. you guessed it: the ucm predoc. i'm not gonna bore you with the details, but basically i had everything done and filled up, i just needed to sign and sent it to the entity. i couldn't do it online so - after calling and not receiving any answers - i printed everything, signed everything by hand and decided to deliver it in the registry office.

that's what i did, after the registry guy told me i should call the people who were in charge of all that process and calling - i shit you not - 6 different numbers until i got their approval. so that means it was done right? i've finished the process??? right???? lol. we'll come to that in the sequel <3

but yeah, the day was nice, it was super spring-y, and it's always great to go outside of the house so i liked it :)

23. i lost my mind over this tweet specifically

i don't know how to explain how important this picture is to me. like. it's identical to my favourite phrase in the whole world that appears in seneca's mede: medea superest. 'medea remains'. same idea as that sign. i'm gonna combust.

NO WAIT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. the context of 'medea superest' is that the wet nurse is telling medea that she's alone in the world and she answers with that. because despite everything, she still has herself.

despite everything, it's still you.

24. i found my favourite twitter account &lt;3

feliç dijous is 'happy thursday' in catalan btw

25. i listened to all esc 2023 songs and here's my top!!

i hit pic limit so i'll continue this in a part 2 (there's not much left i promise)

[bigjimbopickens]

For me personally, I won't be watching Kevin's stuff for a while to come. It is less about him though and more about the community he's brought to him, a community that now thinks he is one of them. A community that will likely stick around now as well. I don't remember reading anything in his apology regarding the vitriol he allowed to spread (though turning the comments off was the right thing to do), and I'm still soured by the lack of response to you regarding the p*** claims.

In any case I'm heavily disappointed. I love Kevin. He's the only YouTuber I have any merch from. And while I saw this coming I'm anguished. It sucks.

- also an autistic trans man

When I said I wouldn’t talk about this anymore I lied I wanna respond to this. I am contributing more to the convo with this though.

I feel the same way as I’m sure many others do too. And I’m glad you brought up the previous bs that happened just 2 or so months prior to all this because I was going to but felt like it wasn’t necessary as the post was already long enough.

For those unaware, in November 2022 Kevin posted a sims 4 video where he recreated the original sims 4 cult, which the fandom mimicked in a way. He changed the rules in that one to ban werewolves, which was interpreted as “ban furries.”

I made a joke response to it using the fursuit I made of werewolf Jim Pickens and people took it wayyyy too seriously. I was harassed quite a bit for that because people take what Kevin says too seriously. And of course I was called a p*do over it too. That situation scared off a-lot of people from the community but my naive self thought that was as bad as it gets and wanted to fix it. I believed it was my fault. So I organized a raid to bring the positivity back and it worked. Until Kevin fucked it up again 2 months later. I’m not organizing another. I’m not fixing his community again, he broke it and I had no involvement this time.

I sorta let that one slide when really I shouldn’t have because it was just one user who was really causing an issue for me. And it also wasn’t Kevin’s fault that guy had issues. I heard that Kevin did vaguely mention it on stream but I didn’t catch it because I was flying that day. Coincidentally he did post his “I almost quit in 2022” video on the day of the raid, which I came across again and said half-jokingly “You should’ve.”

There is another situation similar that happened to me back in April 2021 that is somewhat related as well. It was during the first NoPixel stream when I did fanart of Grognak and people started getting mad over their pronouns in my replies. So out of spite me and another artist drew them with the non binary pride flag and people became horribly transphobic towards us. Other artists joined us and the mods banned whoever was being transphobic in the replies. So transphobia has always been an issue in the community unfortunately, I just didn’t realize it was that fucking bad.

I joined the community shortly after the pandemic started when the Tomodachi Life series had started and I wish we could go back to those days. It was so much fun. Kevin never does videos anymore about his characters and when he does they’re more challenge-based rather than lore/character focused. That’s a big reason why his sims series fell off so hard. Jim went from being this evil idiot yet genius cult leader to asexually reproducing 100 babies. With the last sims 4 video being one that started a fight in his community I have no idea how he’s going to continue it. I don’t even know if he’s aware of what happened to me. I know he saw the fursuit, he liked the tweet I made about it.

Oh man another long post. Damn I ramble a lot. But I think it needs to be said regardless. I have got to be the user of the community who got fucked over the most amount of times simply for existing haha. I am the embodiment of what the community seems to hate. Thankfully two other communities have already welcomed me so I don’t have to rely on this one as much anymore. I’m still thankful for all the good it’s done for me but I’ve never been in a fandom more toxic than the Call Me Kevin community.

I hope you’re also doing well, anonymous stranger.

[three--rings]

God, so okay, so, I want to say. . .

Pretty Follies is still out there as my hanging OFMD WIP. I never intended to abandon it, I just got two consecutive cases of major Ship Brain with new ships and then couldn't really get back into the mood.

Part of me told myself I would finish it before S2 aired. I remember when I updated it in January I thought: well S2 might air in March/April so I have time to finish this....and then nothing, and I thought well, good I have more time to finish this.

And now okay I have a Deadline.

But...for a while I felt like I couldn't write at all. And then I got obsessed by Shuake and couldn't stop writing for them, and wrote some stuff that got some VERY VERY nice comments that helped my writer self esteem. So I also have THAT wip hanging over my head

Because then I was in the fucking CAR ACCIDENT. And since then I've felt like I have not only negative writing ability, but I haven't even READ anything.

(A lot of stream of conscious babbling under here about IDK where I'm at RN...)

Like honestly, not even a joke, it's been three weeks and I haven't read a single fic. And like at first, sure, it was terrible pain and heavy medication and then it was less pain but still medicated and now it's not that much pain at all and mostly my normal level of medicated (cause not to forget I'm a chronic pain patient none of this is new to me.)

But I've felt so utterly braindead. All I've been able to do is watch Youtube and play very brainless video games. (And also partly watch and partly co-play Red Dead Redemption 2 with my husband which has been a DELIGHT. I've played it before but he hasn't so I'm getting to enjoy his first time reactions. It's a let's play from next to me, and then when it's too hard he hands me the controller to kill everyone.)

And I've basically been living waiting for TOMORROW which is when Starfield will go live (for me) because I've been anticipating this game for so freaking long. And my plan was basically to spend the next couple months doing nothing but play it.

But now...I'm like, also in a month there's OFMD. And I should try to write. And I don't know if I KNOW HOW.

IDK my writing mojo has always been a thing that is mysterious and does not respond well to forcing. Like, when it's gone I have to just do other things and it will come back, but damn it's bad for finishing things. And I don't even really remember what I was doing with Pretty Follies except that EVERY PART OF MY BRAIN IS ON FIRE with that bride wedding topper. That's, like, part of that fic's verse. I don't care. It's in there. It's what I'm talking about with Ed in that fic. IT's YES.

BLAH IDK IDK I should reread my own fic I guess. But also my brain doesn't want to.

It's weird how suffering is like...BAD for energy and artistic motivation. And I'm mostly just now coming out of the suffering and I've stopped sleeping 12+ hours every day, but like, also I have weeks and weeks of recovery still. So...IDK

I'm allowed to be lazy RN. IDK. It's ... annoying.