#i feel like im speaking in code sometimes writing these posts

[starstruckodysseys]

SO excited to see the bad kids now that the intrepid heroes are more experienced !!

[toytulini]

god I know this is like The Wrong Stance on AI. I know its not about whether the art is Real and Human or If It Has A Soul and how a lot of the arguments against it are the same bullshit arguments people made against digital art like I Know. I Knowwww. but god, I'm really sorry, not to post like one of those annoying poetry bloggers I cant stand (yall are valid, live your truth, theres nothing wrong with what you post I'm just a petty bitch who hates poetry. unless I dont hate it.)

But theres just something about the way AI art will almost certainly never be able to mimic the exact way my pencil leaves an indentation in the paper, the way some of the lines I can never fully erase cause I pressed too hard, theyll have to at least train them to draw with a physical pencil first, and sure, they could train it to draw with a pencil and even erase the exact same piece I drew, line for line, on a piece of paper with a robot arm powered by AI, but they can't replicate. idk. the lineage of lefty bitches in my family, and the way I grew up going through school with my entire left arm silver with graphite, from doodling on my schoolwork. not yet anyway. but I guess I do live for the day we make the ai sentient enough that we can traumatize it by giving it homework after kneecapping its executive functions so it copes by drawing a big tiddy lobster monster. sure

[valentine-writes]

boys don't cry

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, masc coded reader (kinda. no pronouns used!! but trust y'all i'll b writing masc reader stuff soon cuz I Need It), inconsistent lengths for each character i am Filled W/ Favouritism, kisses can be platonic (spider-noir part i love this man), reader is used to bottling emotions up, the spot's part is Not That Serious, characters all love u and wanna help :> 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. gwen stacy, hobie brown/spider-punk, jessica drew, lyla, margo kess/spider-byte, miles morales (1610 and 42), miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099, (spider-man) noir, pavitr prabhakar, peter b parker, and the spot/johnathan ohnn

author's note: this song slaps╰(*°▽°*)╯ also see other songs below which influenced this <3 u can slowly see me losing the slash srsness as the character progress,,, apologies. many :(( anyways!! had this marinating in my drafts so im posting. hopefully will get time to clear my inbox and fulfill reqz! tysm for ur patience lovelies !!!!（。＾▽＾）<333

“i try to laugh about it / hiding the tears in my eyes” – the cure, boys don't cry

“i didn’t want you to hear / that shake in my voice / my pain is my own” – car seat headrest, 1937 state park

“i don’t know why i am / the way i am, not strong enough to be your man” – boygenius, not strong enough

▸ GWEN, who all too familiar with what it's like to keep up a tough act for the sake of not falling apart.

she's grown accustomed to letting emotions eat away at her until they're too big to deal with. which is why she's quick to feel empathy when she sees that you do the same thing.

she won't force you to talk about anything you don't want to– but if you need an outlet, she hands you her drum sticks.

"maybe it'll help you like it helps me." gwen explains, giving you that awkward little smile of hers that makes everything weighing on you feel a little less heavy.

always trying to help you find a way to channel your emotions. even if drumming doesn't work for you. maybe it's singing. maybe it's art. or maybe you just need to cry. no matter what it is, she doesn't mind. she just wants you to let it out in a healthy way.

▸ HOBIE is instantly aware of the fact you're the type to laugh and joke around to hold back tears.

you're trying your hardest to keep smiling, but he sees it falter as you try to speak, choking out the words while holding back a sob.

"'s okay to cry, y'know? no one 'round here but us anyways." he reassures.

you take a sharp inhale, knowing it was useless to pretend. he was always emotionally intelligent, able to read you like a book. sometimes you wondered if he could read your mind. or maybe he was just attentive with you.

he puts a hand on your back, gently rubbing as you feel the tears run down your cheeks. this turns into an arm around your shoulder as you cry, until you're fully sobbing– he decides to just pull your into his arms.

he's still holding you close, even as your cries subside into sniffles. always encourages you to be real with him. there's nothing he loves more than you being unfiltered– even if it means expressing negative emotions. to hobie, vulnerability is bravery.

▸ JESSICA DREW who's quick to notice you the minute you turn away to conceal your face.

she pulls you aside discreetly, knowing you probably didn't want attention of others. tries to meet you eye-level, asks you directly about what's wrong.

after a few seconds of silence, you finally break.

"i feel so weak." you sniffle, not meeting her eyes.

"for doing a little crying?" she sighs a little, shaking her head. "not at all. you're strong– you've been strong. but even strong people gotta cry."

she'll talk you through it or just sit beside you, offering you advice or even just a space to vent. she's very busy all the time– but she'll set aside time for you. tells you that hiding from emotions only works for so long and that tells you that you aren't any less tough in her eyes for feeling them.

you're only human after all. you deserve to live out the wholeness of the human experience.

▸ LYLA isn't really all too involved with your day-to-day life shenanigans (being the best ai assistant is hard), but she always makes a point to check up on you when she gets the chance.

besides, miguel sure isn't gonna gossip with her like you do.

"you doing good?" she'll ask, grinning.

you only respond with a weak "yeah" and the fakest chuckle she's ever heard, as you clearly attempt to blink back tears.

she doesn't know what to do. tries to wipe the tears that eventually fall with a virtual hand that phases right through your face. well. at least she had good intentions.

"hey, hey–" lyla gets you to take a deep breath. "look at me."

she says your name, regrounding you. you look up at her, and for a moment, she's certain that she's felt something akin to sympathy. she's felt something real.

lyla doesn't let that distract her from her objective– right now, she's gotta comfort you.

she repeats your name, "...it's okay. you cry if you feel like it."

▸ MARGO who sits you down, letting you be the one to speak first when your smile wavers.

"i hate fuckin' crying.." you laugh weakly, trying to make the situation better. it doesn't help control the tears. "i feel so lame for it."

"you know," she whispers, taking your hands in yours, "i still think you're pretty cool."

she gives you a grin that's so earnest– so sweet– that lets you know she's being honest.

"okay, so this might be stupid,, butttt–" encourages you two to listen to some moody music so you can get whatever you've bottled up out of you systems. it's cathartic, crying your eyes out with her as whatever the two of you have queued up blasts in the background.

doesn't judge you one bit for crying.

"only way out is through." she shrugs. "gotta feel it before you can actually let it go."

▸ MILES (1610) who had just asked an innocent question about how your doing, now watching as you struggle to respond.

after a strained moment of searching for words, you shrink away and hide your face in your hands. he scoots by your side, asking before gently taking your hands away from your face.

"what's wrong?" his voice is soft. gentle as he looks at you with the sweetest concerned expression.

"i shouldn't be crying.. it's stupid... i feel so, so stupid–"

he frowns at these words. "i don't think it's stupid."

societal expectations forcing people to put on a tough act just to conceal emotions deemed as "weakness?" not a new concept to him. he's just sad that it's impacted you so deeply.

after this, will actively check up on how you're doing emotionally. will pull you aside to have a heart-to-heart if he senses the slightest thing off. terrified of being shut out by you, will always offer for the two of you to deal with whatever you're struggling with together.

▸ MILES (42) who asks more bluntly than he had intended when he senses you're not doing okay.

you take a sharp inhale, giving him an unsteady smile which only makes him sigh. no matter how much you try to make the situation lighthearted, his expression never changes.

"nah. you're not fooling me." he walks over to you, his voice softening as he looks at you. "...what's got you upset?"

a really good listener. lets you rest your head on his shoulder as you vent and let it out.

he's not the most open himself, so of course he understands– but he doesn't want you to be like him.

you thank him for putting up with your breakdown, feeling a little awkward as you pull your cheek away from his shoulder and look at him.

you watch as he falters for a moment, gently grabbing your arm and pulling you in for a warm, slightly stiff, side-hug.

"don't thank me for that– it's just what you deserve." though his quick to dismissal of what you'd said seems to be the end of his sentence– you watch as he unclenches his jaw, hesitating before he says something else.

"anytime. i mean it."

▸ MIGUEL who is jus like u for reals doesn't quite know how to cope with emotions either. that doesn't give him an excuse to not try with you.

he can't find the right words, but you see the empathy in his eyes. he offers quiet comfort– places a hand on your back, rubbing it as you lean into his side

"don't hide your face from me." he mutters to you. "it's just me."

your hands fall from your face into your lap, shoulders slumping. he feels you tremble softly, as you to reply.

"this should be for me to deal with. i should be strong enough." your words echo in his mind.

maybe because he's told himself the same thing too many times before as well. it's painful, the way that this moment with you reflects a mirror image of himself.

will crumble his own walls if it means you'll do the same. tries to be open to encourage you. you'll learn together.

▸ NOIR who is a gentleman through and through. always. tells you that he'll give you anything you need.

"i don't know what nitwit told you it wasn't okay for you to cry," his choice of words makes you crack a slight genuine smile, "but you don't have to believe them one second."

as your facade slowly crumbles, his gloved hands cup your face as you cry. he dries your cheeks, patiently nodding as he listened to you ramble on about everything you've been holding back.

when you've calmed down, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

to ache like this and still be concerned over burdening others– he's now finds little ways to remind you how precious you are to him. that he'll always care.

▸ PAVITR, who approaches you as delicately as possible. he tries not to do anything that will make you feel backed into a corner.

he knows that feeling scared can lead to lashing out. tries to be casual about it to ensure you're as comfortable as possible.

you crack an obviously forced joke and he glances at you questioningly.

"you're not telling me something, aren't you?" he asks. pavitr's secretly hoping he was good at playing this careful– but you had picked up that he wanted to talk to you about it for a while now.

you're both obvious.

your grin fades as you chuckle dryly. "i don't... i don't want to– it's embarrassing."

"what's embarrassing is that i didn't notice earlier. don't be shy. we can figure it out together, okay?"

offers all the help he can. even (secretly) messages gayatri for "advice for a friend" you!!! you are friend!!!!! he doesn't name drop tho. privacy king.

▸ PETER B(E MY WIFE) PARKER. the one who drags you outside to chat about it and cracks a stupid joke himself. it alleviates no tension at all.

"..ahh,, no, nevermind that kid. you okay?"

a shake of your head and his smile fades a bit. he grips your shoulder, shaking you gently.

"been there plenty of times. trust me– better to get it out now."

and for a while, it's just a conversation. you're both sitting outside, the night air bringing a chill to your skin. he offers his jacket– and then proceeds to pull you into it while he still wears it, your back pressed to his chest.

it goes unspoken, but he knew you had been struggling for a while now. he's relieved to finally get a moment with you.

he'll always be looking out for you. even if you don't realize.

▸ THE SPOT/JOHNATHAN OHNN panics ever so slightly. this is the first time you've ever cried in front of him. so he does what he does best– and just asks questions.

"you've been bottling it up this whole time?"

"mhm..."

"for how long?..." your response causes him to pause, blinking several times before parting his lips to speak again. "...oh. oh wow– yikes–" he means well i swear.

will scour the multiverse in search of a quiet place for you to lay this all to rest.

you admit, you're certain you don't need all this– but he seems happy to put in the effort and lead you into a portal into a nice area to relax.

"are we breaking and entering into someone's house?!"

"uh– don't worry about it for now."

[superums]

rock-star! hobie x super-star! reader headcannons

ooc!hobie (maybe). gn!reader. mentions of girlfriend one time but that it. black coded!reader but its not heavy or anything. reader was supposed to be a rapper but i like the idea of a super star instead. i wanted to make the reader like sexyy red that didn't happen. theres a suggestive part. idk how to write his accent

color coded text: hobie , you

you guys are more alike than you think. touring, getting into fights, sometimes your music topics intersect beating people down, stealing peoples partners, rebelling against the system in some way, shape or form.

but where you're different is how you market yourselfs. hobies band is more about being loud about the hate for conforming and the system. they're vocal about political issues, they almost get banned from tv multiple times for broadcasting ideas that the man doesn't like.

you on the other hand, are seen as the super star of your generation. you rap, sing dance—you're the real deal. your music is very diverse depending on what you want to go for; you could sing the most heart wrenching songs about one sided love and the next track you could be rapping about getting white girl wasted and getting ████ed in the ████ in the car before an award show (which may or may not have happened).

anyways! you two keep your relationship as private as you can. you don't really talk about each other in interviews, you have a couple songs about each other but it's not really a common thing.

theres a lot of paparazzi pics of you two together though. theres pics of you and hobie walking out of after parties together, hanging with his friends, coming back from the grocery store and many, many photos of you two hugging and kissing.

hobie has like this sixth sense that makes him always find the camera so sometimes theres pictures of him grabbing as much of your ass as he can while smirking at the camera man thats walking behind you (which you didn't know whats there btw)

and every single times he dose that theres always a second picture of you hitting the back of his head or grabbing his ear.

*click* *click* *click* "stop doing that!" your face was getting hotter from embarrassment as you turned the corner faster trying to get away from the camera man. hobie could only smirk as he caught up to you easily, putting his hand on your shoulders before pulling you closer.

bringing one of his hands to your waist as the other snaked from your shoulder to your chest. "c'mon luv, you know i can't resist..." his breath hitting your ear as he leaned in to smell your neck before being cut off by a hit to his chest. you could practically hear his smirk as he pushed your hips back into his.

your stomach started to naught as you felt it on your behind. you closed your eyes almost forgetting the situation. *click* *clock* *click* your eyes snapped open as your hear the camera man behind you.

"oh hush you just think you're funny." hobie couldn't even hold back his laugh as he watched you walk in front of him with your arms crossed. "well it is! n' don't act like you don't like it."

if you're shy & bashful he would love to embarrass you but not in a ddg/halle bailey way but in a "omgggg stop guys🙈" kind of way like why is he parading around in a 'i 🩷 my gf' shirt and making out with you on national television

hobie dose not think it's right to be controlling over his partners nor dose he believe that you should be subservient to him—now with that being said he feels sick to his stomach when you collaborate with certain artists.

you had a song about partying in the club and your male feature was talking about fucking on you he couldn't even bring himself to post the song on a ig story. he actually fell to his knees !!!

speaking of feeling sick! if you ever twerk on someone just for a performance or have to grind on someone during a dance he doesn't get super angry or whatever but in the inside he's like 'im abt to kms'. he's very dramatic!!

he hates when people try to put you in the role of just being his partner and nothing else—he will literally sit there and argue with someone if they ever try to sit there and say you're nothing but a pretty face.

he feels a certain way if you ever get uber rich. he knows thats most if not all artist want to live comfortably and he understands that you aren't the corrupt system that exploits others, hell you're getting exploited in some way.

BUT if you ever have a million dollars his would would feel a little VERY unsettled. he'd probably break up with you lol he wouldn't want to sound like a hater but he'd try to be like "heyyy how about we donate some money to a shelter or something🙈🫶🏿💗❓"

but if you're dating him he won't have to worry about that because you have to be at least a little political (and he'd have to agree with your views)

you might not be an anarchist, you don't even have to classify yourself with one political party but you have to at least be anti-capitalist, anti-establishment and pro-black.

speaking of politics he gets arrested all the time for protesting and you'll have to get used to that. like every few weeks you will have to pic him up from jail because he was arrested for conspiracy to riot or something on the lines of that.

IF you two ever collab you'll have to find a middle ground because he cannot sing (that is cannon!) and you should never try to get him too unless you want your engineer to be slaving away trying to get him to sound listenable.

he's lowkey your arm candy and he doesn't mind it at all. like if you get invited to the grammies or something he'll always come with you (his group will most likely never get nominated bc of the topics they like to talk about.) but he's never wearing a suit he just likes to dress like this:

in return you'll probably have to dress in a lot of black id you want to match or don't... he'll be like your statement piece for the night

if he's with you when you get your first award he'll literally pic you up and jump up and down with you for a few seconds before letting you go

if you normally win at award shows he just kisses you for a few seconds before letting go up to accept it

either way doesn't like to go up on stage with you hen you accept awards because he feels like he takes away from your moment but he dose walk you off and on stage. the only way he'll ho up on stage with you is if you're like crying really heavy then.

his band mates probably thought you were gonna be the hit it & quit it type because usually punks and non-punks don't last long but they were a little surprised when 1) you two lasted long and 2) you agreed with their views despite being industry.

sum sum sum idk how to end this

[hammity-hammer]

hammer time pt. 2 ! the re-hammening

hi i'm redoing my intro bc i suck at tagging shit & instead of working on that i am just,,, gonna do this!

THIS IS AN 18+ NSFW BLOG! IF YOU'RE A YOUNGIN' (<18) PLEASE REMOVE YOURSELF OR I WILL DO IT FOR YOU :)

so hi-- welcome to my blog! i'm apple/aj, i'm 22 & use he/it pronouns ! this is obviously a steddie blog, but i do love other ships including my boys, and any of the other older st kids ! platonic!stobin has the key to my heart w steddie, but i do love me some good ole ronance, stargyle, jargyle, etc. and write little blurbs sometimes!

i'm working on writing more BUT i work a lot and spend a lot of time with my irl platonic partners :p speaking of work-- i'm a big nerd about piercings & tattoos and if you wanna talk body mods i am indeed the guy (i love learning things and also like to think i know some stuff!) so feel free to dm me or send an ask!

i do indeed have an ao3 & a twitter (x? fuck that) (@hammityhammer) where i occasionally post shit!

i just figured out how to make shit colorful so pls ignore all my color coding (those are the colors i think of with those ships and also orange is my color so :pp)

anywho! i'm down for new buds always, just dm me/follow/whatever & im sure i'll annoy you at some point to get to know you !! (unless you intimidate me, like most people do, in which case i am so sorry)

(also-- i don't use many tags anymore BUT ouch ! is always my uber angsty rbs/writing so ! keep that in mind pls <3)

thank ya & welcome to my blog !

[akamikazae]

Tagged by the wonderful @konohamaru-sensei ❤︎₊ ⊹ty

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

5 (one is technically art so..I guess 4) 

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

241,616

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Naruto ! (on ao3)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Love me Mercilessly -464 Lm Art -137 Rose Colored Glasses- 82 The Rabbit by the River- 39 Anon fic - 200

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! It means a lot to me when ppl leaves comments—even if it’s just a <3 or :) so I always try to respond back or thank them for taking the time to leave me something nice

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhhh that I’ve posted—probably rose colored glasses, just because the ending is sort of vague and open ended. Or  the one I posted anonymously is sort of angsty actually 

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I guess the long fic once it’s finished…Or some other unposted wip, 17th cent. Japan au will prob be the happiest actuallyy

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven’t yet, so thats nice lol 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yuh, I guess 'porn w plot' lol idk I just like to mash it into my stories when possible, I think it can add to the relationship dynamic in fun ways 

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Doubt it 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Rather selfishly probably my KakaOc—if not I love GinRan and KakaObi

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Uhhh idk maybe my hashimada fic, I was super jazzed about it in the beginning and idk what happened, my mind is blank, head empty when I think about how to continue…Maybe one day

16. What are your writing strengths?

….. 0_o

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

All of it. I think I get repetitive with my word usage or the the like rhythm and pacing of my sentence structures. Also action sequences are really hard. I think my dialogue is kinda eh too

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Um no thoughts, im not like against it or anything, I just don’t at all trust myself—or google translate—to properly write another in language. But I guess I sometimes will include certain words, or have alluded/implied to characters speaking in another language

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First ever was ATLA, it was written down in my lil notebook  in gel pen, the dialogue was color coded aha, that had to have been like 2006. First I’ve posted online was for Nart in 2022 

20. Favorite fic you've written? uhh maybe the unpublished Kashi-Kami 17th century Japan au, she’s an Oiran and he’s a Samurai. Of the published stuff I guess the long fic. I always enjoy little bits of my stuff rather than the whole story.  I have zero idea who to tag, so if you see this and wanna do it please do ! <33 and feel free to tag me so I can see :)

[andiwriteordie]

okay i'm finally reading i know better (but you're still around) and i also happened to be listening to this cavetown song on repeat

and it just reminded me so much of Mike in your fic ??

so the first part/chorus is Mike telling Dustin and Lucas about what he thought happened to Will and them basically thinking he's delusional and laughing in his face (Mike tends to exaggerate i get it)

and the “god i wish i was happy” is obviously wanting Will back bc without Will things have been... Not Good for Mike. he also mentions a few times that he feels incredibly bad and like the worst person in the world for giving up on Will (even though he didn't) and bc he stopped looking for him which i interpret as the “crushing me from above and underneath” line

from personal experience (and like the website says haha) i interpret this to be about “derealization and how a person can feel like they're not a part of their environment anymore” Mike often mentions how he feels he's watching things play out from outside his body and things like that

also in some cases grief can make meals hard (as we know), especially eating with people which, if i remember correctly, is why Mike mostly took his food up to his room and at times didn't eat at all. eating just feels like it takes up too much energy , energy you don't have so you just sink into your seat, stuff like that

nobody's listening to his theories about Will, also how he feels like he kinda ruined the party bc they're not as close as they used to be so no one to really listen to & understand his thoughts & everything about Will since they have an unspoken rule not to talk about it etc etc

okay the friend he's imagining is Will, like imagining Will is there or that Will can hear him when he speaks to him & stuff

okay these lines remind me of Mike so much. we all know he tends to explode when he's upset and say all kinds of stuff that he doesn't really mean and end up apologizing afterwards .

there were these scenes where he and Lucas were having a yelling match & this other one where he was yelling at Max & another he was yelling at Lucas and Dustin both pre and post saving Will from the Upside Down and he's saying lots of hurtful shit and yeah they get that he's grieving and hurting a Lot but also he kinda really hurt their feelings sooo

he apologizes (sometimes reluctantly, sometimes without actually saying the words “im sorry” but they're apologies nonetheless)

sertraline (y'know thr antidepressant that treats lots of anxiety/depressive related disorders) is a thing that i think Mike would need i mean obviously especially in this fic but the way his grief and pain is described ?

it's literally so fucking heart wrenching and excruciating for me the reader so i cannot even begin to imagine what Mike was feeling . so yeah sertraline's effective but the grief seems More than it and like even more effective which sucks.

um so yeah this is the lyrical analysis of this song you've maybe never heard of that you didn't ask for :D is this anything ? no idea i just wanted to share

oh okay

🥺🥺🥺

FIRST OF ALL. cavetown is very mike wheeler coded. like i can name 3 songs off the top of my head (home, idea of her, it's u) that are mike wheeler so. thanks? for adding ANOTHER ONE? to my list.

also yay!!! i hope you enjoy (well... that might not be the right word) the rest of the fic!!!

literally though this analysis is so good like holy shit, that's it. also like super honored that you resonated enough with the way i portrayed mike in that fic and connected it to this song!!! it's just like... this song is such a raw expression and explanation of grief and mental health issues, and you literally hit the nail on the head with the analysis and where i was trying to go with all of mike's thoughts throughout his journey in this fic!

where were you when i was writing the fic so i could've put this on my playlist (kidding but wow seriously wish i had found this earlier? i LOVE IT)

now this is me trying to find a way to include it in the sequel fic. thinking thoughts.

thanks for this ask, my friend!!!! ❤️🫂

[floscaedis]

o human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?

independent, private & 18+ sylvestre lesage of ffxvi. spoilers present but tagged. beta editor only, iconless temporarily. please read rules & about before interaction.

[ carrd ] | [ main ]

Rule. 1 . This is an independent, private & adults only rendition of sylvestre lesage from ffxvi. This portrayal will contain mild spoilers - all will be tagged. All work here is penned by me, Han - all graphics, PSDs, code, etc., you see are my own. :)

Rule 2. mun's name is han, im 29 & pretty chilled. this blog is low-activity because i work full-time & am usually preoccupied by various things. i like openness and communication but can be super slow with messages. please never take my silence as an insult or anything; always feel free to message me and i will get back. discord is available on request, ims will be slower to be answered.

Rule. 3. i do suffer with migraines so would prefer text to be minimally edited; i don't mind small-text or how you curate your experience at all and you don't, by any means, have to change things for me but i am less likely to be drawn to heavily edited text, purely due to the headaches. i hope that this makes sense.

Rule 4. as stated, everything made on this blog is made by myself - i do have a commission blog where i create things for people - that can be found at beargraphs. my other main blog is cwarscars & a multimuse @ mencnfire.

Rule. 5. i am open to shipping and love all kinds of shipping from romantic to friends to enemies, comrades, colleagues, forced friends, rivals~ i love exploring them all! however, i don't like being forced into shipping and i do ask for a degree of realism when it comes to shipping. i write sylvestre as (of course) married, but a man with a wandering eye! i am entirely open to shipping romantically with him.

Rule 6. i enjoy plotted threads the most but also enjoy threads made from ask/ rp memes just fine too! sometimes i'll post little cracky things on the dash. if it's tagged 'open', anybody can reply~

Rule 7. i am open to darker themes & do not shy away from the darker sides of fiction. on this blog - themes of violence, sex, coloniolism & general adult themes will be present. if you are easily upset or prefer to avoid darker content - it's best you don't follow. it should go without saying but i will not write sexual scenarios with minor muns/muses.

Rule 8. you can approach me whenever for whatever! im very laid-back and generally quite chilled out; i like a nice, casual zone. you wanna send an ask? do it. you wanna write with me? go for it. if i don't follow you back it's more than likely you don't have a rules page or you don't cut posts / post excessively - please understand. you're more than welcome to approach me if you wanna chat or rp.

Rule 9. do not block evade or pretend to be someone else on another blog when talking / communicating with me. it's concerning behaviour and i don't like it; if you want to talk to me after a block, do so on anon - i'll unblock and speak to you. but no block evading, that unsettles me.

Rule 10. finally - just to stress again - i am low activity; i usually have a million and one things going on (as well as a bunch of blogs) - never take my silence personally; thank you~.

[loomworld]

loom(s)

ash | she her

codes, music, thoughts

USER CHANGE !!

loomspost -> loomworld

01 ) who am I?

my name is loom(s)!! I use the prns she her, im chinese and indonesian. I'm a bisexual leaning fem!! im TiNe sx5(w4)94 R[C]UE/I/ (TYPOLOGY)

02 ) what is this blog for?????

this blog is my personal blog / online identity !! haha kiddingg, mainly used js to write down my opinions nd sometimes my thoughts, I share a lot of my music taste here and updates on artists nd bands (mostly the 1975!!) I like. I sometimes post my codes!!

I currently don't have specific tags for posts becoz I'm too forgetful for that

I'm very sensitive, meaning there's gna b a lot about my thoughts and everyday life. If you dont like this, feel free to break moots ^^

My blog is not necessarily apart of a fandom hence personal blog, but its leaning into the 1975 and codeblr. So you'll see a lot of codes, the 1975 and other bands alike!!

I also quite literally just post about shit im intrested in currently, ill reblog anything I find intresting and post walls of text sometimes just writing my thoughts down or answering asks. Chain reblogs are my absolute favorite thing on tumblr, so I reblog a lot of reblog chains either with my own thoughts or just the reblog chain itself.

I advocate for lgbtq and I'm a feminist, I share a lot of my ideals and beliefs here!! I dont try to push them but I blog about them quite often.

This blog is everything inside my mind !! everything that's going on inside there is literally my blog, this is like my identity. If u don't like seeing posts about like one topic that I'm currently fixated on then this blog isn't for u, I post movie reviews and I'm literally a cinophile!!

Beware this blog quite literally is my little diary, if I feel like shit I'll be blogging about what happened that day and how I feel. All TWs will be in #s and I will warn before hand so if you dont like any topics mentioned than just scroll past !! this blog is like an online tracker or an online database of my life. (this is dead ass just my identity.)

03 ) about me

I believe in the magic of science and see beauty everywhere, I'm the biggest fan of The 1975, MCR, PTV, TV girl, and many more. My music taste varies and depends on my mood a lot of times! but I come crawling back to the 1975 everytime. I live in jakarta and my dream is to live in NYC, I can speak 5 languages (russian, chinese, english, indonesian, swedish) im a cinophile and I love music!! I play 3 different instruments (violin, piano, flute) and I code (python). Im into quantum physics and science itself!! I dont really post abt my intrests, just my thoughts and experiences, I do occasionally post abt them tho!!

intrests <- click for intrests

04 ) DNI

basic dni criteria, terfs, lib fems, bigots, the 1975 antis, matty healy antis, Taylor swift antis, rad fems, support harmful labels or ideologies, CC supporters, excessive nsfw blogs, sinophobia in any way, fucking flat earthers, JKR supporters, Vanessa Kirby antis, RCTAs, ECTAs, white feminists (as in white feminism), ai supporters, Elon Musk dickriders

05 ) BYF

selective follow / slow to follow back sometimes. Not following you back doesn't necessarily mean I don't like you!usually it's because of lack of shared intrests, intrests I don't want to see, untagged / excessive nsfw, excessive discourse etc.

excessive reblogging / once I'm on tumblr and I find something like literally anything i like, I'll start reblogging it. I reblog shit a lot so that might clog ur following dash.

I do a lot of 'housekeeping' / for moots, I'm not gna instantly reblog the stuff u blog abt esp if it contains nsfw. I'm very picky on what's on my page !!

Inconsistent posting / what I mean by this, is my theme constantly changed and the stuff I reblog or blog is constantly changing!!

[snorlaxlovesme]

ACK okay im just gonna say something. im gonna only allow myself 30 minutes to talk about it and then i’m gonna go back to being chill or whatever for forever or until i get a therapist

suicide tw, this post is about a person committing suicide and my feelings on it so don’t look if that make you feel a certain type of way

i had a friend in college freshman year. we because FAST friends, BEST friends, like immediately and it was awesome. i had a bunch of good memories of doing dumb shit with her freshman year and it felt like we would be friends for life.

sophomore year our friendship got ugly. my jealousy of her money and her rude jokes at my expense caused a lot of tension. the end of first semester we had a GIANT fight. it was about nothing but underneath it was about all of that bubbling tension. friendship ended.

that year my depression kicked in HIGH gear. i almost flunked out of school. i don’t know how she was doing. we didn’t speak.

we continued to not speak except in public cordial settings.

senior year she tried to kill herself. she found out she had BPD and it explained a LOT of her problems but the knowing didn’t solve anything and she almost died. she was a very candid person, so if ppl asked her about her attempt she was happy (bad wording, but you know) to talk about it and raise awareness. she was a storyteller at heart, so she was open to tell the story.

we were not friends then. so i never asked. i read about it on facebook. i read a lot of her novel-length statuses and learned things about her i could have learned in person.

after college we liked each other’s statuses occassionally. i never saw her after that photo we took on graduation day. 

me and my friends spent a lot time talking shit about her amongst ourselves bc everyone was on My side about that BIG FIGHT we had. i forgot a lot of our good memories bc i spent so much time reminding myself to dislike her. ADHD is good at wiping brains, so my brain got pretty thoroughly wiped. all the inside jokes, all the movies nights and sitting on my bed laughing and dinner in the cafeteria and walks to Dollar General and rants about our personal lives were gone. 

long after college i find a notebook with a letter addressed to her that i don’t remember writing. i told her how i agree, i think that our fighting was stupid and i miss her too. i want to know how she’s doing. i want to learn equestrian terms from her again and have tell me things about coding. i want to be friends again. 

i wish. i WISH i could remember writing this letter in this notebook. i wish i could remember the letter she must have sent me to get me to respond. but i told my memory to wipe itself and it did jut that. all i can parse together is that she must have sent me a letter saying that she missed me, saying she wanted to give us another try, in my school mailbox. and in this old notebook is the letter i never sent.

i don’t know if it was out of bitterness. i don’t know if my ADHD and depression just stopped me from physically being able to tear out these three pieces of paper and address them to her. i don’t know if i just forgot about it and never thought about it again.

about two months after i found that letter i never sent, she killed herself. i was called on a Sunday morning and told by my college roommate, and we both spent the rest of the conversation in mild shock trying to figure out if it was true, how she did it, how her family was taking it. the conversation was weirdly sterile and emotionless. like i was finding out that someone i once knew broke their leg, and it was interesting enough to have a brief conversation about but not enough to say much more on.

but i was silent for the next two days.

i went to the funeral. it was a weird. we were all there and crying at the appropriately sad and emotional parts, but after the funeral me and my roommate talked about her boy problems and how good the food was. i know coping sometimes involves avoiding talking about the Bad Thing, but now the funeral has ended, the perfect time to talk about her, and it feels like we missed that opportunity.

i have this weird thing that sometimes feels like anti-anxiety. while an anxious person walks into a room and assumes every person hates them, i assume everyone either loves me or doesn’t think of me at all. 

since we were no longer friends, i just assumed my former-friend never thought of me at all.

but i thought of her, didn’t i? i’ve never been in a relationship, so i’ve never truly broken up with someone, but if i had to guess, the heartbreak i felt when we stopped being friends is how it would feel. it ate at me for months after stopped talking, it made every interaction we had awkward because i longed for the fun times we had, but i hated her, but i wished she would talk to me, but i didn’t even want to look at her. if people asked me what the significant Plot Points in my life were, our sophomore year fallout would always make the list.

the odds that she thought about me sometimes? probably pretty high. she thought about me enough to send me a letter to try and fix whatever he had. she missed me like i missed her, even though i spent years trying to push down that truth. she sent me that letter and i never even RESPONDED. 

i don’t know what i’m saying. because i’m not trying to say i caused her death because she had a lot of problems and being bi-polar helped none of them, i’m sure. but i know that whatever we had, whatever we lost, whatever i refused to give back caused her unhappiness. 

and now she’s dead. she waited only a few days after her 27th birthday.

i don’t know how i feel. about any of it. i spent SO LONG after our friendship dissolved genuinely trying to forget that she existed so it wouldn’t hurt so much that all that love between us was gone. now the hole in my heart where she was is so much BIGGER because she killed herself. and i have no one to talk about it with. everyone became Team SHE SUCKS so now talking about the good times we had feels. hypocritical i guess. i can’t talk about how sad this all makes me. how i’m mad at her for doing this. how i wish i never found that never-sent letter. i wouldn’t have remembered that she tried to repair us that and that i denied her the chance. i wouldn’t think about how much it must have hurt to wait for a response that never came.

i want her to be alive so i can tell her i’m sorry for that. that i’m sorry for the jealousy and for not recognizing HER feelings until it was too late. i want to talk about horses with her again. i can’t look at horses now without thinking of her. i can’t hear a new song or watch a new movie or see something beautiful without thinking that she can’t experience these things now. that her experience of life ended a year ago today.

i don’t know. i don’t know how to end this. if i could i’d take back all the memories of her that i wiped away. i wish i at least had those.

[papiliona]

Im here for headcanons. Feed me, I'm starving for headcanons

Okay okay okay I bring them as mother bird brings the worm to her screeching children.

Ranboo cannot gauge normal temperature. This mainly has come from the fact his house has no walls and is in a snowy biome, but i feel like the end is very cold so his enderman half means that he just doesn't get cold at all.

I also like drawing him so that his enderman half and the white part are different textures. Idk why.

Techno in my brain is a man wearing a pig skull mask, but because he has the same size head as regular pigs the mask comes from a nether Hoglin. In general I picture Techno as like... A seasoned warrior in the vein of Odysseus (as opposed to Tommy who is an Achilles type person), so maybe his entire outfit consists of battle and adventure spoils he's gained over the years.

Technodrip

Eret still wears his king outfit, but the metal is tarnished and the Cape is torn.

A lot of these are aesthetic idk what to tell you.

Niki dyes her hair with flowers. The pink was originally light and calm and meant to symbolise hope, but when she saw how hopeless the world around her was she made it more and more intense until it was like fire.

Also she totally uses baking skills to make potions/explosive concoctions.

The people in the badlands actually originate from a badlands biome (the one with the hArDeNEd cLaY) and were nobody's there, so they left to gain power elsewhere.

The egg smells kind of like red velvet muffins. Until you get close to it.

The smp afterlife is like an echo of the overworld, but really faded, empty and with a short render distance. It looks like the smp but before anyone did anything and with no mobs

Dream is in the mortal world as some kind of punishment. I like to think of him as a Greek God figure, human in appearance but able to change the course of fate and absent from normal moral codes. He's on the smp because he committed some petty offence in the immortal realm, so he's bitter, playing with everyone. Like dionysus in percy Jackson but like... Evil and shit.

In the L'Manhole you can hear screams echoing.

Karl occasionally uses really outdated words mixed with modern phrases because time traveller. Like occasionally he'll just be like 'are you biting your thumb at me dude?'

George's goggles are made of really boujie materials and are gem encrusted

Ranboos crown is more tiara like. I need it to be a bejewelled elaborate designed circlet because otherwise the way the pixels are spaced on his skin will irritate me.

Wilbur had a room littered with unfished songs and compositions. Before L'Manburg he wanted to be a musician (this is kind of more just canon). They made a statue of him in New L'Manburg, but ghostbur couldn't bear to look at it because it looked wrong. The reason was that it was an image of the destructive Wilbur as opposed to the creative.

All of the clothing on the smp is of one distinct aesthetic and period for each group but the only modern piece is Tommy's red and white shirt. Nobody knows where it came from.

Ranboo naturally has his irl hair colour, but he split died it permanently and couldn't remember that it wasn't originally like that.

Twitch Prime is a god that looks like Jeff Bezos in a toga

All the technology on the smp is run by cogs. In my mind the smp is like the world in this series called septimus heap, where its simultaneously high fantasy in aesthetic but a clear post-futuristic version of our world. So there are relics of 'modern' technology that is broken and dispowered (like Jack Manifolds headset)

Everyone's netherite armour has different carvings and designs on it

Dream and Awesamdude play chess together in prison, in silence. Neither of them speak but Dream seems to appreciate the company (does he though?)

Tubbo used to like playing piano and ukelele in his bee house sometimes. Sometimes he would sit in the corner of caves whilst Ranboo mined and play instruments too.

Hamilton in the smp universe is a fictional novel (its pretty much fictional irl anyway) and Wilbur read it when he was a teenager.

Erets wool blocks are actually scarves he knits and leaves lying around, wrapped around tiny notes.

Quackitys voice is not autotuned he just sings like that™

I know foxes do this thing where they will sneak into farms and cause ruckus, and for some reason whenever Fundy is near technoblade both of them are just really uneasy

Snowchester is also a front for people to go ice-skating because fuck you my child is completely fine

Ranboo gardening 👍

Sometimes endermen will put grass blocks in piles near Ranboo's shack house when he blacks out for a long period of time or is visibly distressed.

Sapnap used to have wanted posters of himself everywhere because he is a petkiller but when the hype died down he framed them all and put them in his house. Also he plays the violin.

The twitter trending guy is canon but he runs a newspaper which is consistently sued unsuccessfully for having political biases, because as soon as it seems like he's writing in favour of one person he just writes in favour of another. The one true anarchist, Ranboo could never.

[dontlikemelons]

influence II reader x dream

(please only consume this content if you are 18+, this fic contains sexual themes that may not be the most appropriate for younger audiences. thank you!)

it’s my first post! im still very much testing out the waters with my writing style, so i am totally open to any (constructive) criticisms you guys have (ex. nicknames you’d like me to use, certain things you’d like me to write about,etc.) i hope you enjoy! 

- mel (a.k.a. melons 🍉)

Clay has been on a call, talking with George and Nick for a while since you got home. Usually, you’re understanding about the hours that go into the behind-the-scenes of his channels -- even encouraging him to work when he’d rather spend the days cuddled in the Florida apartment you share. This time, however, you’re not having a good day. After countless incidents with stubborn customers and a run in with some family you’d distanced yourself from, all you could think about was getting home to Clay and Patches. When you got home though, he seemed too preoccupied to even say “hi”. You hopped in the shower, hoping that he’d be a bit more attentive by the time you were done. After finishing your shower and changing into comfier clothes, you go to ask him if he’s nearly done. Surprisingly, you’re only met with a cold “no” and nothing else. You leave and go to the bedroom, annoyed with his sudden coldness towards you. 

Clay notices your stiffness in response to him. “Shit- one sec guys, sorry. I think y/n’s mad at me. I, uh, I think I should log off for the night anyway, we’ll finish this tomorrow. George, make sure the coding for the video is all set please. I’ll talk to you guys later.” He quickly moves from his chair to the closed bedroom door. Concerned, he tries to apologize. “y/n? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be so harsh. We’ve just been working on the code for this video all day and-”

 You stand about a foot away from the mirror, arms crossed, facing away from him. Noticing your bothered demeanor, he starts to walk towards you. His footsteps were firm and purposeful, but soft. He knew that heavy footsteps made you nervous and he didn’t want to make you even more upset than you already seemed. 

“y/n? Little flower...” he says in a somewhat soft and teasing tone -- he knew you had a weak spot for that nickname. You feel your hair stand on edge as he approaches you from behind, his brooding figure towering over you in the mirror you now share. You try to keep looking down, but can’t help but shoot him a glance in the reflection. This glance shows the both of you that there’s more than just anger on your mind.

“Oh, c’mon now, look at me. You know how I love those gorgeous eyes of yours.” His arm snakes around your waist, grips your left hip and spins you to face him. As he steps closer, you step further, determined to maintain your authority. Soon enough, your upper back meets the cool mirror you were just staring into. He reaches out with his pointer finger, tilting your chin upwards to meet his gaze. “Chin up for me, baby.”

For a moment, you forget that you’re supposed to be angry with him. You drown in his glare, swimming in his olive green eyes and taking in the universe that seemed to exist behind them. “There’s my baby, just look into my eyes,” he says, noticing the sudden softness in you. “See the love I have for you, I know you can feel it.” You snap out of it, but as you try to look away, his hand moves to the back of your head to keep you where you are. He thinks for a moment before speaking, his thumb narrowly brushing your cheekbone and the area under your left eye. You love when he makes his thinking face, when you can see the gears in his beautiful mind turning. Even more, the anticipation of what he’s going to say next.

He moves his right hand from the nape of your neck to match the other, which is firmly planted on the wall on the other side of your head. “You try to act like this stubborn little thing, like you’re looking for a reaction. I know you’re not bitter like this, and when you are it probably means you’ve had a bad day. Even so, this whole act you’ve got going is a bit more exaggerated than it usually is.” Shit. You really were frustrated, and you know your feelings were valid. But at the same time, you know that your stress can sometimes require more...sensual coping mechanisms. 

“Your stress tends to make you a little more bratty from what I’ve seen. All this while I know that the only thing I have to do is whisper a couple special words into your ear and slowly...run my fingers...down your body…” He trails off in thought, tracing your body in a way that sends goosebumps spiraling everywhere. He starts to lower his voice to a tone that he knows is another weakness of yours, and continues his sentence. “...And you’ll be melting at my touch. Isn’t that right baby? Show me how you melt for me, you know how I love it.” As your eyes flutter closed, you can feel your knees go weak and your head spin at his words. He lowers himself to be at eye level with your waist, running his hands down the back of your thighs. 

“You...You know exactly what you're doing don’t you? I-I’m supposed to be mad at you here. You’re being incredibly i-inconsiderate right now-” you struggle to exclaim, losing the sharpness you intended to add with those words. 

He whispers, “Oh am I?” Noticing the faltering in your knees, he tightens his grip. As he slowly moves his hands back up towards your back, your legs give out. When you fall to your knees, he stands and looks down at you with an air of satisfaction in what he’s accomplished.

“Look at you. My little mess, not even able to stand after my hands make contact with your skin. When I asked you to show me how you melt for me, I didn’t think you would actually end up on the ground but...I do like looking at you from this angle.” You feel yourself getting wet and look up at him, face red from embarrassment. He can tell by the look on your face (and the small squeal that you happened to let out as you fell) that you’re unsure of what to do. He kneels back down beside you, placing his hand by your crotch, where you knew he’d feel the heat and dampness radiating from your core. 

“My goodness, already a whimpering mess for me,” he says, tucking a bit of hair that fell into your face behind your ear with his free hand. Seeing your fluttering eyes, he slowly and teasingly inches his fingers closer to your clit, noticing the wet patch on your underwear. “Oh, what’s this? A puddle forming already? Poor little flower, do you want me to help with that?” You nod, prompting him to pick you up bridal-style and carry you to the bed.

“T-thank you,” you mutter quietly. 

“Of course, baby, anything for you,” he whispers. “You know how much I love you. Now, relax and breathe steady for me. I’ll be expecting more from where all that came from…”

[warriorteam1924]

tagged on this one by Rachel, thank you i guess it means i’m a fic writer then.... let’s go and check this out. 

i’m in the mood for a bit of explanation here, even if some of you might mind. 

“gets on my knees and apologizes to anyone who speaks [language]” well, yes, my english isn’t perfect, but nothing in this life is, so that’s fine. yes, there are mistakes in what i write, but i hope native language speakers understand it’s not mine and i’m doing my best. 

“no beta, will die like men” well, sometimes, i ask my beta, but she’s busy most of the time so I don’t want to annoy her. I do have an alpha reader though. 

“title in lowercase (and then some)”  not sure what it means honestly. I just give my fics titles that i think fit best. 

“still has to copy paste the code embedding a link” i suppose it’s for AO3? on tumblr, i copy link to get them properly added to my masterlist

“ANGST”, yes please, life is not rainbows and butterflies. I write it to get it out of my chest. 

“this pairing will never be canon, but god i will never cease” well, i just write whoever i feel like writing, i dont care if it’s canon or not. 

“hozier title song”, i do use songs as titles, but surely not hozier since i never heard of their songs. 

“do not and will never understand what work skins are”, true i don’t know what they are. i just write and post stuff. 

“soulmate AU”, no god no, please stop, let’s be inventive and creative and imaginative....

“could not write smut to save their lives”, given how many smut fics ive written this doesn’t apply. 

“learnt html because of  writing fics”, not really. 

“küdos? comments”, yes please, i’m happy to know what you thought of what i wrote. Reblogs without comments or tags are useless, just like for any sort of creation. doesn’t let anyone know what you thought of it. Likes are okay i suppose. last but not least, this works in both ways. don’t expect comments or reblogs or kudos or whatever if you don’t do it yourself for the others. that’s not how it works. 

“I’m filling this instead of working on a WIP”, well there is always a WIP as far as im concerned. and there is always something do to. 

“chapters [49/....], well, yes sometimes i dont know how long a series will be.

“without my beta, this would be unreadable”, hum, i enjoy having a beta honestly, but i suppose unreadable is a bit strong.  

“updated : 2012 - 02 - 01″. hum, yes i left as far as the eye can see a bit behind for several reasons, but im planning on getting back to it real soon. 

“no plot, brain empty”. what’s the point in writing something just to write something? i hope what i write now has sense and that there is a real plot or meaning behind it. 

“has written smut and has no fear”, and i will gladly do it again. maybe less raw now and more in the feelings. but i do enjoy writing smut. and i’m good at it.

“ [updates chapter] [instantly checks inbox]”, ahahaha, no. I don’t expect feedback from anyone. I write for me and I’m happy to share. I’ve learnt that if you expect anyone to like or give feedback you’ll be disappointed. so i don’t do it anymore.  

“tooth rotting fluff”, hell, what could be more boring? i really hate it, even though i get some requests from time to time. 

“ what do you mean *I* have to write the next chapter.”, well, yes this is *my* story, no one else will do it for me. again, it prevents any disappointments. 

“schedule. schmedule” ,no idea what this is. I just write what i want, i have plots and plans in mind, but life happens.... 

“gratuitous googling”, yes, i do use internet a lot, for words mostly. or facts, to make sure what i write is as accurate as possible

“non existent understanding of medicine”, well hopefully no ahah

i was tagged from here (X) if anyone wanted to check this out and get the blank bingo. 

tagging if you’d like (please create a new post, im begging you) @born-to-lose @painandpleasure86 @deakys-chesthair @julescape​  

thanks again for the tag and thanks for reading it if you did

stay safe and take care 💖💜

[gayregis]

1/2 ngl i think many western witcher book fans make the series out to be way more progressive than it actually is. part of it is mistranslation ofc, like for example with the 'man was not made for monogamy' bit where the use of singular man is rlly misleading and it should be "a man" or "men aren't" bc originally it's just dandelion being a sexist cheating dick and not some openminded progressive the way ive seen this interpreted sometimes, But

2/2 there's a lot of plainly bad takes out there that i feel are partially an issue of just worldviews and circumstances. like obv its not some Enormous difference and im not saying that "hurr durr westerners Bad and Stupid" or whatever but in regard to stuff like lgbt issues or coding or feminism ive seen so many bonkers horrible takes that like. with my experience as a closeted polish trans homo are truly fucking concerning in how naive they are

(fucking 3/2 bc i can't count) but like. just from the top of my head the godawful girlboss femdom #feminism shit ppl pull with yennefer bc they cant admit shes not all that well written and that shes borderline abusive at times, people trying to make sapkowski out to be pro-lgbt which is fucking baffling with the blatant homophobic storylines/writing, the "GERALT IS CODED X" shit when hes a blatant cishet whiteman power/oppression fantasy rolled up in one like. idk im really tired and its a lot

(4/2 ok i SWEAR im done im sorry) like. i think what im trying to say is that i feel like theres a lot of like. kinda rose-colored-glasses type of naivety and a lack of understanding of how the general reality of life for women, lgbt people etc. is way different in poland and further east than it is in the states or britain or even fucking germany, so people just take very blatant bigotry and uncritically try to twist it to fit their western uwu pseudofeminism and whatnot

no, LITERALLY THIS. i think [mostly western] progressives on tumblr especially want and long to see  progressive messages or representation where there simply are not any, or where the messages that are there are largely milquetoast centrist and not actually saying anything radical. (this post i made is more specific to an aspect topic but it voices some of my opinions on it)

i think it’s of course fine to have separate interpretations of the characters / rewritten characters in your mind that you appreciate, but in order to do that you need to engage with the source material and acknowledge the reality of what is written on the page (for instance, what you said about yennefer being a #girlboss when in canon she struggles with characterization at times and especially in the short stories comes off poorly, almost abusive, and her and geralt’s relationship is definitely not some kind of #goals). 

i think that there are some redeeming features and it’s not all bad, everything is very grey - for instance, sapkowski wrote yennefer poorly when it came to her first introduction to ciri, but then her training of ciri that immediately follows it is much better. and geralt is a power fantasy in his heterosexuality and protagonist-isms, but spends the saga in turmoil over trying to protect ciri because he’s a good father. everything kind of blends together and does not just mean ONE thing only, because it’s understandable by many people. for instance, geralt being mopey and upset that he’s abnormal can be related to by MANY different types of people. 

i think the issue is when people state that characters are definitely “coded” one way or another (not like, actual canon relationships, like saying ciri is gay because she had relations with mistle... that’s a can of sapkowski-worms for another day... i’m saying, for example, arguing that dandelion is intended to be coded as gay because he wears colorful clothes or something like this). i don’t think it’s very valuable at all to look at the content and say “sapkowski intended THIS,” because i don’t find much value in what mr. centrist sells-the-rights-to-netflix had to say. i find value in what you have to say, personally, and what it means to you. 

sorry to speak about my minor again for like 0.2 seconds (it’s relevant) but it reminds me a lot of posts on here about ancient greece or rome that are like “ancient greeks and romans were GAY, we have ALWAYS BEEN HERE!!” like you really want to claim kinship with the violent imperialists who practice pedastry...? or posts claiming that X female figure, such as sappho, was a feminist. we call it an anachronistic interpretation: it’s a completely different time period, context, culture, and intention than what we understand in a modern sense. you can’t project your modern and western culture onto ancient greece and rome, because they are ancient societies.

similarly, i don’t think that you can take american feminism from 2020 and apply it to a fantasy series written by a polish man in the 1990s. you may reinterpret the characters how you so choose, of course you will have favorite characters and appreciate specific ones for specific things... but you cannot say that sapkowski’s intentions were specifically this or that as you understand them yourself in your own life, and you cannot do this with very many authors unless you are the author yourself. 

specifically for the witcher because as you said, there is a cultural misunderstanding: “[a] type of naivety and a lack of understanding of how the general reality of life for women, lgbt people etc. is way different in poland and further east than it is in the states or britain or even fucking germany.”  

i think in the english-speaking progressive social media circles currently for a few years there has been this very big hyperfocus on good representation for people of color, for women, for lgbt people, and in this quest for representation many are willing to overlook blatant bigotry in hopes of claiming another character ‘for the gays’ or whatever. for example dandelion hating on yennefer in a little sacrifice because she is old - i’m pretty sure sapkowski didn’t write this because he intended it to be like dandelion is gay and jealous of her! you can headcanon that if you like, but don’t claim that’s what it is and nothing else, because you need to acknowledge the misogyny present there.

i think it’s dangerous because you end up parading the original content around like it’s fantasic and progressive when it’s really not. i encourage people to have lgbt headcanons if they choose, but you really shouldn’t be saying it was sapkowski’s 100% intention to make this character X or Y because you really must take the writing into context with the author’s biases, life, culture, setting...

[logically-asexual]

DUDE I’M ABSOLUTELY HOOKED

i would very much love to read more if you’re willing to share :)

dzsfdxgfgh hell yeah

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My inspiration juices aren’t flowing like last night after 12 but i’ll see if i can remember what i had thought lol. [EDIT im 5 or 6 paragraphs into this post and i can say the inspiration juices flowed again]

First of ALL Janus owns like a million turtlenecks and blazers and coats and he always wears some combination on them, with fashion and color coordination always On Point.

(people get worried for him because sometimes it’s sometimes a little too hot for that, but Janus is always cold lol. its a cold city, anyway, so no big deal)

Logan never misses a day to dress up, either, because he always wears his buttoned shirts and (also color coordinated) ties. i don’t have references but you can imagine, white and light blue shirts with indigo tie and black vest, or black shirt and light blue tie, or maybe even add some purple when he’s feeling colorful. he also isn’t afraid to wear an oversized sweater in the colder months.

the students actually admire both of them for their fashion, different but equally nice to look at.

Now teaching styles ♡ ♡ ♡

 Logan is very good at explaining math functions and equations and everything because he is very structured and comes prepared with markers of all sorts of colors that always paint well (he never brings an old, worn out marker to class) and loves explain with arrows, diagrams, pictures, etc. his students eventually memorize his color code because he’s always consistent. some of them think it’s too much but the majority are very grateful.

(kind of like the guys from ASAPScience but without the silly drawings lol) ((these are my own notes lol, i couldn’t find a better example))

Janus on the other hand, is just.. too fond of chalkboards. He doesn’t write down more than a few keywords or important quotes, but his handwritting is unbelievably neat. -both of theirs, except Janus writes in cursive, of couse-. Logan is impressed, because he couldn’t imagine living without colors and diagrams to put his thoughts into writing, and he wouldn’t like the innefficiency of erasing white chalk. Janus doesn’t mind because his lectures are mostly him talking and pointing at the notes he already has written, which he erases until the end of the class. It’s fine, though, because Janus is very good at public speaking, he has you captivated for however long he wants (Logan learns that first-hand).

i like to imagine Logan getting ready to explain something very counterintuitive in his physics class, maybe the relativity of time or the curving of space. he knows his students have seen many sci-fi movies and must have all kind of misconceptions, so he has to be very very clear. Logan goes to Janus when he needs help explaining these more abstract concepts without losing his students’ attention and Janus thinks he is very good at it already, but gives him a few tips nonetheless.

omg now i imagine Janus getting Logan a small blackboard and a box of chalk of different colors for him to carry in his bag, particularly for their conversations, so Logan has an easier time explaining whatever he’s talking about 💕

ANYWAY they have their coffee dates meetings and every single time they begin talking about specific stuff from either of their fields, but eventually they end up in heated philosophical discussions about the place of humans in the universe, the meaning of our existence, how apparently contradicting statements can be true simultaneously, what is the meaning of truth, how everything is defined by our perspective etc. etc. and they have a lot of fun :3

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reality-is-often-disappointing x denki || gallickingun matchups

@reality-is-often-disappointing : I, have shamelessly came here on note for a first tier matchup. MHA, my hobbies are a wild variety that includes mainly singing -as i have an ' amazing' alto voice- writing, drawing -in pencil mainly but also acrylics on canvas- I'm good at cooking -better thank baku if I do say so myself- reading fanfics obv, fangirling/gushing over hot guys with the girls yk? my dress code is ultimate modesty as i dont like showing skin, yet it's classy chic, very picky while shopping yes. my favorite colors are blank and vintage pink. aesthetic is more cutsie unicorn colors -my rooms main colors- but i actually only ever like wearing black. i do know how to swim but cant because *da-dun* i have dry eyes/also wear glasses. my favorite food is dark chocolate w/ those bits of cherries or oranges. as a first date i'm open to anything from a movie in or out, to walks on the beach or even just the arcade. i'm a she/her, and currently feeling like i'm going for a guy as a match triggers: only degradation or backtalking, it makes me anxious, a paranoid mess and i'll most definitely end up crying without even noticing. 165cm or 5'5 dark natural black hair (the 80s lion cut up to collarbone & a fringe) eye color, theyre black/brown when in sunlight. im white with a med and warmish olive undertones, natrually rosy cheeks -holy dark circles- full brows and what i've been called as "doll-like-eyes" or "cat-eyes" since theyre big and long naturally curled lashes. My birthday is on 31st of october, scorpio, INFP personality to cut short for you! I'm a child-free spirited but also am like-mature at maximum effort. I either sleep 3 or 16 hours there is no inbetween (once slept for 24 hrs but I'm not going to talk about how that freaked everyone out) I've been singing since I was three or since I've remembered. Secretly wanted to go on those x-factor shows but bleh, no. Fame is not really for me. Anywho, love you! Have fun with this and drink water! 🎵

Thank you so much for sending in the request for this! You’re such a gem, I really appreciate every time I get the pleasure of interacting with you, darling 🧡

― Denki would love the fact that you sing! He thinks you have a beautiful voice, and even if you’re across the house, if he hears you start to pick up a tune, he’ll join in! ― I think the two of you would pull all nighters together some nights, and other days sleep until you’ve passed the whole weekend by without doing much of anything. Denki can stay up until the sunrise, or he can sleep until noon, whatever you want to do! ― He loves your free spirit, it makes it easy to take you on adventures and experience the world with you. 

⁂ Denki will randomly offer to pick you up from work, and the two of you will drive a couple of hours to the countryside or the beach - windows down, music blaring, singing until your throats are numb - and you’ll spend a night or a weekend away from the world, just wrapped up in each other. 

⁂ He’s a horrible cook, absolutely terrible. Kaminari loves that you cook dinner most nights, because not only does he get to eat your delicious food, he also gets to praise the heck out of you for preparing a wonderful meal. He really adores it when you make too much and he gets to take the leftovers to work the next day. Of course he brags about you to all of the other heroes, and he really loves the note you leave on top of the tupperware. 

⁂ Even if the two of you aren’t actively together, you’ll still stay up late. Sometimes you watch Kaminari while he plays video games, laying on the couch with your legs over his lap while he mashes the controller buttons and speaks to whoever is on the other side of the headset. In between each match or round, he’ll slip the headphones off his ears and run his palm along your calf, massaging your leg, “Whatcha doin’, babe?” And he’ll listen to you drone on about whatever YouTube video you were watching, whatever thing you’re reading, or whatever social media event has gotten your attention. 

⁂ He learns how to harmonize in order to compliment your voice better. He shows it off one night when you’re singing along while cooking dinner - Denki sidles up behind you, arms around your waist, and starts to harmonize in your ear along with the song you’ve been captivated by for the last few weeks. You feel warm at the sound of his voice, and even more so due to the effort he’s put in to prove to you that your interests are his interests. And boy, is he interested in you. 

⁂ Kaminari will be down to try all kinds of fruit chocolates with you - you guys even play a roulette style game where you have to guess what kind of fruit is hidden within the chocolate. You win, mostly, because Denki just wants to stuff his face with sugar so fast that he doesn’t recognize the fruit chunks. But he still plays and is in awe of you getting every single one right because you never fail to amaze him. 

Denki slips in through the doorway, sliding off his shoes in favor of his house slippers as quietly as possible. He notices that the television is still flickering on and off, images bouncing off the glass of the window panes scattered throughout the living room walls. A chuckle parts his lips when he sees you curled up in one of his old hero merch designs - a hoodie that is too large for you, so big that it would seem it has swallowed you whole. Your legs are curled into your chest and your head rests on the arm of the couch, gentle snores making your nostrils shudder.

He tries to pick you up, slipping his arms carefully beneath your frame. But somehow you stir, your eyes peeling open lazily as you smack your lips, slowly sinking away from the realm of slumber. A gentle smile tugs on your lips and you frame his face with your hands, “Another late night?”

“Duty calls,” his voice does not sound as excited as it once did to get those midnight rings from the agency. Now, he just aches to be at home with you at the decent hours of the night, where he can hold you and fall asleep with you and remember why he fell in love with you all over again, every time he gets the faintest of whiffs of your perfume or your shampoo. 

“Dinner is in the oven,” you are murmuring, your head lolling against his chest as he settles you into his hold, “I waited for you to start the next season.”

Kaminari is laughing, but the sound of it sobers you up and you grab him by the collar of his jacket with the one arm that is listening to you tell it how to move, the other pinned between your bodies, “H-Hey, don’t laugh at me! I waited for you to start it, now we’re gonna start it.”

Somehow you’re settled back into the couch, hands desperate for him as you search his torso for somewhere to find purchase. Kaminari leans down and kisses your forehead and then the tip of your nose, his lips hovering just above the bow of your mouth as he whispers, “Whatever you want, honey.”

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