#i know your statement is partly true

[thereallovebug]

It makes me sad that it’s been a month since Michael Sheen has interacted with fans on Twitter (I don’t count the tweets for causes or charities). Except for the time some ten years ago when he got off twitter all together, I think this is the longest “hiatus” he’s taken. I’ve heard, “maybe he’s just too busy” and I’m sure that’s partly true but he’s been busy before and generally doesn’t stay away more than a few days at a time.

I think we all know the real reason he’s currently gone is because he was dogpiled over his statements not being pure enough about the current situation in Palestine according to the Twitter Foreign Policy Experts who thought they’d take it upon themselves to school a 54-year-old activist who’s been watching the shifting struggles of the world for decades. Anyone who’s been following him for the past few years should have noticed by now that he doesn’t take kindly to condescention or insults and he’ll readily block those who try. In their parasocial fantasies they forget that friendliness ≠ friendship and shit you can get away with saying to RL friends may not go down well with someone they don’t really know outside of their public persona.

I hope if he finally decides to start interacting with fans again they remember to show some goddam respect. He’s NOT your buddy. He’s a friendly stranger on the internet.

Addendum: if anyone tries to make this political I will block you, no exceptions. I don’t take kindly to condescension or insults, either.

[charlesslut16]

hiii if you like the idea could you make a cute and a (bit smutty but mostly cute) Yuki imagine? I was thinking on the reader joining the paddock for the first time, as Yuki’s girlfriend and if Gasly can be featured being a tease to them both would be so cute! I’ll leave the rest to you thank you in advance! 💙

-joining the fun-

summary : you joing the paddock for the first time...

PAIRING : yuki tsunoda x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i hope that you liked the first season of the year, loves!

december masterlist ; masterlist   

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If someone asked you how you felt right this second, you could not answer it. You were excited and happy, yet you were also a bit unsure and insecure about yourself and how you would show this relationship to do in public. 

Today was the day, the day you went on your first F1 race. And it was the first time that you and Yuki would show your relationship in public, in front of thousands of fans.

You and Yuki have been together for so many years and everyone knew that he had a romantic partner in his life, but you never showed it in public. It was long overdue.

 Partly it had been because Yuki wanted to experience being in a relationship without any fans interfering in his love life, and on the other part it was because you were not in the public or any famous person.

You had never told Yuki the reason why you didn't want to go public with him when he asked, you had always said it was because you did not want to share your relationship with thousands of people.

But after weeks and months of begging and pleading, you gave in to Yuki and told him that you would go to the next race with him. You could swear you never saw him smile bigger.

So the day came when you and Yuki went to the Bahrain GP.  Yuki drove you there, and you exited the car and took a deep breath. You needed a moment to check your surroundings. But the moment did not take long.

As Yuki went to your side of the car and took your hand in his, he kissed your hand and led you to the entry of the Grand Prix. Yuki was a ray of sunshine, as always, but you were a wreck, you were nervous.

But the time to be a wreck was over, now was the time to be the best version of yourself, so you composed yourself and gave yuki a light smile that indicated that you were ready.

You walked up and scanned your tickets and off you went. In mid-walking through the paddock, with lots of fans screaming and admiring you and your relationship, pierre came up.

"How are you doing, love birds? Is it like you expected y/n?" Pierre nudged Yuki and laid an arm around you to tease you a bit but also taking you off the stress with his little jokes.

"Yuki, you can't keep your hands off of her, can you??"

You looked over to yuki to his annoyed but cute face, that you loved so much. Yuki hated it to be teased, but as you were with him there was nothing to kill his mood, not even pierre.

"As if you could keep your hands off of your girlfriend, p"

With that statement, Pierre backed off of the two of you and went to his girlfriend, who was talking to some staff members. And you and yuki walked away to talk to fans or to sign some things.

And as you walked to the fans, you were nervous. What if they didn't like you? But as you came to the fans, they were very welcoming of you. They asked questions and complimented you. 

It was as if you were on an all-time high. It was nothing like you expected and imagined days and weeks before. Likewise, it was like a dream came true, even though you did not even dream this.

And after all the talking, you and yuki separated, he walked with pierre while you walked with Kika and some other wags that were in the paddock that wonderful day.

But before you walked away, yuki pulled you into his arms and gave you a big warm hug, a kiss to say goodbye to each other and a hand kiss for the appreciation that he felt.

"Thank you so much for coming with me today, love. I know that you did not want to make it that public, but I still think that it was a good idea, don't you think so?"

"Yes, handsome, the idea was very good. But enough off that you need to drive a race and to make it memorable because it is the first race that I see live. I do not want to be disappointed. Maybe there will be a reward later. I love you."

And with that you finally walked away, leaving the men standing there and you girls walking away. They were really like to have all of their girlfriends and wives.

[delulujuls]

before we start

hi, im very glad that you ended up here and i hope you will have fun while staying. but before you will fasten your seatbelt or jump in the dragon saddle, here comes few important things,

firstly, the masterlist:

lando norris & oscar piastri

a rookie? more like a cookie | op81, ln4 crumbs | op81, ln4 silent carnival | ln4, op81 thick thighs save lives (but ruin racing suits) | ln4, op81 testcam.mp4 | ln4, op81

lando norris

tinder buddies | ln4 loverboy | ln4 (pt2 of tinder buddies) young, dumb & bwoke | ln4

oscar piastri

the prettiest boy in the paddock | op81 papaya nails and everything nice | op81

max verstappen

navy fury | mv33 the mad dutchman and the fearless dutchess | mv33 his eyes | mv33 (pt2 of the mad dutchman and fearless ducthess) it's just us | mv33 (pt3 of the mad dutchman and the fearless dutchess)

lewis hamilton & george russell

fuck, marry, kill | lh44, gr63 snackin' | gr63, lh44

lance stroll & sergio perez

emotional support rivals | ls18, sp11

lance stroll

i'd give you the whole world if i only knew its price | ls18

mick schumacher

friends don't know how you taste | ms47

daniel ricciardo

did i even ever crossed your mind? | dr3

daniel ricciardo & oscar piastri

aussies do it better | op81, dr3

ayrton senna

brazilian air | as12 saudade | as12

charles leclerc

gifted | cl16

so cold | house of the dragon

build bridges, not walls | house of the dragon (pt2 of so cold)

the other one | jacaerys velaryon

the right one | jacaerys velaryon (pt2 of the other one)

the true one | jacaerys velaryon (pt3 of the other one)

healing sessions | aegon II targaryen

go ahead and cry little boy | aegon II targaryen

snow scales | cregan stark

also, i just wanna make some things clear here since im not writing only about fictional characters but about actual people. few times watching tiktok f1 edits i found comments about sexualizing drivers etc and i started spiralling myself and thinking about this case so i decided that i wanna say some things, as an author myself:

things i wrote and the things that i will write in the future, no matter if with +18 content or regular stuff, are complete fiction

the fiction is everything - starting from statements and dialogues, events to even points of view. everything.

i try to perceive the people i write about as fictional (yes, even the real drivers). which is partly true, because I know them only from their versions created by the media - so in reality these people may not exist at all. the only authentic things are names, surnames and professions, which in this case is being drivers

i respect every driver without exception and i hope that what i write is in no way perceived as a lack of respect

i admire them for what they do, how much work they put into achieving success, and i appreciate them greatly for it

and i wanna add that I do not claim rights to any photos, videos or gifs published on this blog. fictional characters were created by the authors of books, films and series and I do not claim any rights to them, unless I indicate that any of the characters is my own. many situations are based on events already described in books, films or TV series and I am not their creator.

speaking of requests, of course you can send them if you have any, but im a picky little bitch and yup, i will read every message but i need to really feel something to write about it. i hope that is okay and you understand that.

anyway, thanks for ur attention and watch out for another shot!

im glad you're here. kiss on the forehead, julie

[mediocre-quill-ink]

Could you possibly write some angst headcanons for a relationship with Ralph from dbh? It's difficult for me to find content of imagining a relationship with him that isn't him being a sad cinnamon roll, which honestly is partly true but what about his outbursts and moments of coping? He's often babied in the fandom despite many of his interactions in game are based on his not so great emotional state and how his past treatment made him skittish and highly defensive of others!

He's a traumatized dude at his core and I just really wanna how that would affect a relationship-- especially ome with physical touch as I feels like some days would be better than others..though the reader would be there with patience because to get to that point would already take alot of it since it obviously isn't easy to get in a relationship with Ralph with what he's been through due to humans in the past

(Sorry if I'm blowing things out of proportion, people can write what they want! I'm just a bit sad that the angst potential he has is never really taken advantage of :> also apologies for rambling, love your writing!)

No, it's alright. I've been meaning to write a ralph relationship headcanons post for a while. Thank you for reminding me lol. This is going to be a general ralph relationship headcanons post, but I assure you there will be angst hurt/comfort stuff.

Romantic:

To be honest, I can't think of a particular scenario where you two would meet, but it'd be tense.

For whatever reason it may be for a meeting, he is terrified. He's extreamly skittish and it dosnt need to be stated how fearful he is of humans.

And for good reason.

He was hurt. Very badly by humans and he dosnt want to take that risk again.

Honestly, when you first met, he probably attacked.

Well, not at first. He'd see you and hide. But you're just to curious or captivated by him and decide to persist.

Eventually, he'd feel trapped in some way, and that's when he'd attack.

It was not a fun first meeting. And honestly, take some force to get him off of you.

It que the awkward silence where you're both trying to process what just happened.

When you finally start to talk, he's farther back from you and clearly terrified. You try to explain the situation and how you meant no harm.

It takes a LOT of convincing. Lots of convincing to just get it through to him to let him know you didn't want to hurt him that day.

After an awkward conversation and even some stiff small talk by the end of the encounter he was... intrested. He still didn't think he could trust you, God no. But he felt... curious.

A human didn't want to attack him on sight? Fascinating.

It was a very long process for him to trust you enough to call you a friend.

Keeping distance and moving slowly was something you took note of.

It was a very long process for him to trust you.

I think eventually, you were the first to ask him out.

He'd want to, dear God, he'd want to, but he just couldn't get himself to.

Kind of.

You'd pick up on it quickly when he started feeling things for you. He's not good at hiding his emotions in the slightest.

Aside from body language with the growing amount of blushing he'd do, you'd eventually pick up on what he'd mutter to himself every now and then.

Most of what you'd pick up on would him be "just do it." Or "no I couldn't." Or "kiss me." Little statements under his breath that only confirmed what you thought.

You tried to give him time. Waiting it out and giving him time to build courage to ask you out himself. Even throwing increasingly obvious hints that you liked him back.

He never got the courage.

So you asked him out.

When you did it took him a moment to process what just happened.

"You want Ralph?" And "you are talking to ralph, right?"

He does not believe it. Him? Of all people? Him?

It takes a little convincing you aren't screwing with him.

When he finally lets it set in dude, get ready. He's not going to let you go for a while.

For the next few days, he refuses to let go of you.

Eventually, you're able to pry him off of you and get it though that, "Hey, I need space."

He understands and honestly feels a little bad that he was overwhelming you.

He's still very clingy, though. He's almost always touching you if he can. Holding your hand, hip, waist, knee. On your back, in your hair, looped around a loose part of clothing...

He just needs assurance you aren't leaving.

That being said though, I imagine he's a little jumpy when you try to touch him.

At least at first.

He craves contact and didn't know he needed it until he had it.

But even though he trusts you enough to touch you, being touched is a different experience. It's scary. The last time it happened, it didn't end well.

When you tried to wrap your arm around him, he was startled at first. He tried to welcome it, but instead, a growing dread quickly started to climb until he panicked and pulled away.

It caught you off guard but you were used to this kind of stuff.

Patience is a very key part of this relationship. He's not used to kindness and it shows.

His panic attacks often feel like they come at random. Small things can dig memories back up. This was a big problem at the start of your relationship, but the longer it lasts, the more it fades.

Loud sounds, a touch without warning, quick movements.

When this happens, just keep distance for his sake and move slowly and calmly.

When he's comfortable with being held, it really helps.

I feel like most of the time, he's just needs distance when the panic attacks start but but every now and then, when he needs to be held, he needs to he held.

Blankets help, too. I feel like even if he doesn't want to be held, offering him a blanket helps a lot. A sense of security goes a long way.

He's incredibly insecure about his appearance. That much is obvious.

Try not to let your eyes linger on his scars, he'll feel tense .

He's one of the prettiest guys in the game (in my humble opinion), but if you tell him he's pretty, he's not going to believe it.

"No. Ralph is ugly. Ralph is broken." Is something along the lines he'd say.

It took a very long time for him to even accept this as a possibility.

But when he did start to accept it, it felt... nice. Perhaps even makes him blush.

Lots of kisses help, to be honest.

Most of Ralph's favorite parts of a relationship is just talking, to be honest. He loves to talk to you.

Talking and gift giving are some of his major love languages.

He feels safe talking to you, and he can just talk for hours about whatever he's interested in. And he'll listen to you as much as you'd like. Your voice is very calming to him. Just expect some interruptions. He's going to ask questions.

He'd gift you all sorts of things. Little flowers and trinkets he finds. I imagine if you off handedly mention your favorite flower, he'll start to grow it.

Mention any interest of yours off handedly, and he'll keep it in mind. You'll be surprised with all sorts of gifts related to that.

He really likes physical touch and words of affirmation from you. It means a lot.

I feel like in the start of your relationship you'd have to give him little warnings before you touch him.

"I'm going to hold your hand." Or "is it okay if I touch your back?" Or just pausing before touching him to give him time to notice before you do so.

On the times you didn't know or forgotten, depending on how far in the relationship you are, he gets very tense, maybe even a little outburst but he quickly gathers himself, immediately apologizing.

But when you're farther into the relationship, you don't really have to do that anymore, he actually welcomes it.

Like I said, when he's comfortable with touch it's hard for him to reject it.

Dates to botanical gardens. Hikes and bird watching. All that good naturey shit.

But if you'd prefer to stay inside, I feel like he'd like to cook for you, and you two could watch movies.

I don't know why but I feel like he'd like trivia?

Idk I'm trying to come up with other hobbies and intrest for him that isn't gardening.

Cooking. It takes him a moment to realize what humans actually eat and he's a bit stubborn about it in the beginning but when you finally get it through to him what actually food is he gets very passionate about it and wants to learn all about it.

He becomes a very good chef, though he gets strange and experimental at times with flavors.

I feel like he'd also just like music a lot. I imagine he likes to explore different genres, and when you two are listening to his playlist, it's incredibly jarring to hop from comfy synth to Phillip glass to oldies to funk. It's all over the place.

For some reason, I'm also imagining he likes to build little stuff. Whether it's cardboard houses or Legos or sculpting, I imagine he likes to craft somehow.

Maybe bug pinning or vulture culture?

Ralph loves cuddling.

Little spoon is his favorite of corse. It makes him feel safe and loved.

But he also enjoys being big spoon from time to time, it feels nice for him to have some sense of "having." I guess. Like "wow they are mine. This is so nice."

I feel like he'd want to be a dad.

Whether you want that or not is a different topic, but if you bring it up to ralph that you do, he'd be extatic.

He's talk about this little girl he met when he lived in that abandoned house, how he wanted to he like a father to her but it was better for her to go.

Ralph is just very dedicated and caring.

And protective.

People often write him as a giant coward which, I mean fair.

But.

Are we forgetting when ralph threw himself on Connor to give kara and Alice an escape?

He will protect those he loves in a heartbeat. Without second thought, he will he there.

If someone uninvited tries some shit he will not hesitate to kick the shit out of them.

When you need comfort he'll be there.

There was a big patch where you knew each other and he didn't know how to comfort you.

He's never really had to do that before and he panicked a little but when you had your first break down moment in front of him.

He tried to help but it was clear he was awkward and didn't know what to do.

But after you have a conversion where ralph asks you how he can help you when you get like that things get much better.

Very good at listening to you and what you need and will deliver on that.

Need to be held? He will do it without hesitation.

Just need him to ge near you? He'll do that too.

He'll talk if you want or stay silent or leave. He won't argue. He just hates to see you feel that way and will do anything to make you feel better.

I feel like he'd call you would be "Ralph's sweet rose"

Sexual:

Body worship.

As previously stated, he is heavily insecure about his appearance, and something that makes him feel better is body worship.

Just having him lay down and kissing him from head to toe makes him a flustered mess.

And praising. Need I say more?

Praising gets him all flustered and calling him a "good boy" will make him go crazy.

Hate to break it to ya'll, but I don't know how comfortable he is with a lot of kinky stuff. Impact play and bondage are big nonos. Weapons are off the table of corse.

He might like some light edging, though?

I don't know, I don't imagine ralph as the kinkiest sort.

But he still has a generous sex drive.

I also said he's very touchy-feely when he's used to you.

His hands wonder when he's needy. He hates to outright ask, so he lets his hands tell you what mood he's in.

He probably has a thing for breeding. Even if it's not possible for him to get you pregnant, the idea is enough to make his head spin.

I'm also imagining him as a hair tugger.

His moans are pathetic (affectionate)

Whimpers and whines and small groans.

Tell him now good he sounds he'll turn to putty.

[luneariaa]

my first time ever writing for higuruma, and i'm not too satisfied w/ this + higu seemed ooc as well, i'm sorry :") trying to practice writing him more in the future! 💜🌻

. dividers by @/cafekitsune !! 🌻

And one more maple leaf fell to the hard ground. You bend over to pick it up, and examine it more closely with a small smile upon your features.

Just a day left before the year changes. You stood there underneath the shady tree, as if you were contemplating with your pool of thoughts. You aren't ready to leave this year behind, yet you're just glad and grateful that you're able to experience this moment of time and place.

"Ah, the leaf looks rather nice." Higuruma breaks the brief silence between the both of you, not knowing what other words to say at the same time. "And it's almost time for a new year too."

You simply gave him a warm look and a nod, then returned your attention to the leaf that was still in your fingers.

Higuruma returned the look that you gave him as a sudden question occurs to him, which feels completely natural on its' own.

"Have you thought of any wishes for the upcoming year yet?" He feels curious all of a sudden; also wanting to try to initiate any conversation with you as possible.

"Mm nope!" You shook your head, "Not yet at least."

"How about you?"

Higuruma hums for a bit; now standing not too far from where you are, but still keeping a reasonable distance between you two. "Well, if I'm being honest, I haven't really given it much thought as well."

"But if I really had to pick one, it might be something like, trying to spend more time with the people that I actually care about."

He stops just about there, not knowing what to say next. But also leaving you some room for whatever you wanted to say.

"Ah, that's nice then!" You nodded with an understanding look, before sending him a smile once again.

"So like, does that mean you're going to find any potential partner for the upcoming year?"

He snorts a bit in a lighthearted manner, obviously didn't mind your question. "I guess I've been so focused on my work that I really haven't thought about having any relationship.."

"It's almost frightening how fast the years have gone by, and how little time that I actually had for myself."

"Working, solving cases, paperworks.. I sometimes find myself thinking about how nice it would be to have someone to come home to at the end of the day."

"And yet when the evening arrives, I'm usually already way too exhausted." He shrugs with signs of acceptance in his expression. "Maybe I'm just not meant to be with anyone."

"Don't say that-- it's not true." You shook your head with a small sigh, partly disagreeing with his words. "Although I would agree with you; it's really nice to have someone that's actually waiting for you at the end of the day."

He nodded, fixing his attention on the existing lake being displayed ahead of you two. Just by the mere thought causes him to feel the temporary loneliness lingering within him, but quickly tries to brush off his thoughts.

It's seemingly pointless to ponder on such stuff, especially right now.

"I do wish the same for you though."

Higuruma gives you a light chuckle before adding up to the previous statement, "And who knows; maybe it'll be a tall, handsome man of your dreams."

You grinned widely at his rather corny remark while shaking your head amusingly. "Hmm.." With your eyes narrowing slightly in a mischievous manner, you shift your gaze to him.

“I suppose you got a point."

He merely nodded while looking everywhere else but you. You wonder what's running through his mind right now.

"But to be frank, I did found the one. I just didn't know if she would return the same feelings as I do for her, y'know."

And as he tells you, a small smile appears on his face. He wasn't looking at you when you did, so you kept on staring with a rather curious look.

You try not to get your hopes up, and you gotta admit that your heart did sting when he said those words.

You just needed a direct confirmation in a way, that is if he wanted to do so. You can't even tell what your own mind is blabbering about right now.

"I never knew when the moment would be right, even though I've been friends with her for quite some time now."

"But then again, who would love someone as busy as me?" It came off as more of a realization himself if anything. And even though the said person didn't have the same feelings as he did-- he'll be fine with it, and he won't stop loving her no matter what.

It took a while, but you eventually came out with a reply. "You're wrong," and this made him turn his gaze back to yours once more.

"How about this--" you began to suggest an idea to him, "--why don't you just try to go for it? It's better to confess as soon as you can than never."

God, you didn't even know why you would say anything as such if it only leads to your impending mental destruction, yet you still did it anyway.

But as long as he's happy; then you're happy for him as well. It's just how it works.

“You really think I should?"

His dark-coloured eyes focused on you alone, as if to try to let your words sink into his mind. The attorney let the idea weigh down a bit. "Won't that be too sudden?"

"I mean, if you really have feelings for her, then I guess you should." You encouragingly nod at him, trying not to act nosy on who he's actually referring to. It could hurt you more when you know that someone, especially when it's not you.

And of course, your words made him rethink the possible decision that he might finally make after all this time; trying to get into his own finalised conclusion.

“I guess I'll have to try."

"Do wish me luck then."

"Good luck!" You beamed at him-- or at least, tried to, and thought he would leave elsewhere afterward. But no, he remained in his previous spot as he seemed to be contemplating something more.

"You know, the woman I liked-- she's just amazing." Higuruma smiles to himself, much to your slight confusion as to why he would tell you such a thing. Not that you minded much, you suppose.

"Compassionate, honest, beautiful. I can just go on for hours talking about her."

When he realises your answers become way less and not even bother to look at him in the eye, he pushes himself to ask you something further.

"I'm curious though."

"Out of everything that I told you so far, did anyone cross your mind at least?" You somehow missed the mischievous glint that was present within that moment, temporarily distracted by some people who passed by the other side of the lake.

"I don't know..?" You paused for a second, "Was it Sakiko?"

A random guess, but worth a shot. The attorney has his eyes widened slightly and unexpectedly, before his lips cracking more into an amused grin.

"Sakiko? No, not her." He tells you that with a voice full of confidence, and with your even more perplexed expression, along with eye contact helps him more.

"I was honestly talking about you the entire time."

Now, it's your turn to be baffled-- eyes widening slightly at his unexpected statement. "I-I'm sorry?"

This isn't what you're expecting at all, and suddenly you feel dumb for your own thoughts from before. Higuruma lets his stare linger upon your form for much longer; a smile still present.

"I know this might sound sudden--"

"-- But yes, I was actually referring to you." The attorney confirms all of your suspicions with ease. Higuruma has nothing much to fear, not anymore.

"Oh, well-- I didn't expect that actually." With the clear of your throat, you tried your best to keep your composure despite your flustered expression at the realisation slowly unravelling itself before you.

"I really thought you meant someone else.."

Higuruma chuckles once again, finding your current state rather endearing. If anything, he adores it.

Slowly, but surely, he takes a few steps closer to you, cupping your cheek tenderly with one of his hands. You stayed frozen at your spot, still trying to process the whole situation that's unfolding at the very moment.

"I'm merely being honest when I said all of those words."

"That's just like, a few of them. Because if I were to try to list every trait of yours that I genuinely adore--" He gazes into your eyes; a look that's filled with genuine warmth and a look that seems to be piercing straight into your soul, yet comfortingly so. "-- it would be endless."

Your face is just straight-up heating at this point, while your heart is beating wildly against your ribcage upon the proximity that you both shared. You would've melted if you could.

It's just so sweet. He's trying to take his time to properly confess to you.

"Do you have any idea how badly I've wanted to tell you those words?" His voice, barely a whisper, continued on with a soft caress on your cheek.

"But I was afraid back then."

"I didn't want to ruin anything-- our friendship, that we have built together."

“But you somehow gave me the strength to do so. I needed it so much."

Finally regaining your own composure and processing his words, you gazed at him still, with an affectionate look of your own. The way you smiled up at him-- God, he feels like he falls in love with you all over again.

"I'm actually glad that you did."

"So now, I don't have to hide my feelings for you too." And it oddly sounds easier admitting out those words right now; the words flowing out of your mouth ever so naturally as possible than before.

“Really?" He chuckled lightly, still holding onto you. "You've been waiting for me too?"

The leaves from the tree continued to fall toward you both, but none of you bothered to pay any attention to it-- and so did the passersby from afar.

With newfound enthusiasm, you nodded with a grin that’s now plastered on your features beautifully. The feeling of utter relief is so real for the both of you-- and the feeling just blooms even more when he wraps both of his strong arms around your form, and places his forehead against yours.

He looks extremely content, and it's such a pleasing sight to see because he's been so preoccupied with his work ( and thoughts of you ) as per usual these days so often.

But knowing that he won't have to spend the upcoming new year alone without a partner anymore-- with the woman he loves so dearly, it's all worth it in the end.

© 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Bizzare statement, but Lolth and Corellon as depicted in Evermeet: Island of the Elves are divorce goals for many of the toxic relationships involving my characters.

It's a regular trashfire; my OG dysfunctional, abusive divine family from before the Bhaalspawn obsession kicked in. Throw the whole thing out! Partly why I enjoy using a BG2 tie-in to make my Durge a child of Bhaal and kind of the Seldarine for double the dysfunction, maybe.

Corellon is implied to be a tad obsessed with his gf (not even sure what's happening with Angharradh. 'I declare myself Queen and consort,' meanwhile Corellon's not even looking at her because he's busy looking at Lolth.)

Lolth finds him smothering. Vhaeraun and Eilistraee are neglected. Eilistraee is slightly better treated, but she's also noted to resemble her mother which uhhhh. Eilistraee is 'my child,' Vhaeraun is 'your mother's son.' And even Eilistraee's idea of optimism is; 'if I do something to please father (by recovering one of my mother's lost creations she made for him) maybe he'll divert his attention from obsessing over mother for five seconds and show me an iota of affection!'

Meanwhile Vhaeraun long ago gave up trying and hates them both, and his sister because at least Corellon likes her and Lolth doesn't seem to be physically and verbally abusing her.

"I am Angharradh," the new goddess said in a voice that was wind, moonlight, and music. "From the essence of the three greatest elven goddesses am I born. I am three and I am one—three to ensure that treachery never again enters the heart of a goddess of Arvandor, and one to stand at Corellon's side." Angharradh stooped and touched her hand lightly to Corellon's forehead, and again to his heart. The wounds closed, and the dark aura that clung to him seemed to part. The elf lord opened his eyes at last. They settled, not on the wondrous Angharradh, but upon Araushnee. His gaze held terrible heartbreak and equally strong resolve. "A great evil has entered our midst," he said in a dry whisper. "We must confront it now, for the sake of the Seldarine and all our elven children. The Council is convened. Let any who would, speak freely."

-

Corellon looked into Araushnee's malevolent crimson eyes, marvelling that he had never truly seen her before. She stood taut and defiant, her fists balled at her sides and her entire slender form quivering from the effort it took her to keep from striking out at him. Where did it come from—this rage, this terrible ambition? "What is this that you have done?" he said softly. "What could you possibly hope to gain by such actions? If there is anything that you lacked, you had only to speak and I would have given it to you with joy." "Exactly," snarled Araushnee. "You would have given. True power is not given, but seized! As to your 'great gifts,' I held in my hands the destinies of mortal beings—but was my own ever mine to command? You treated me like some cherished and cosseted possession, while standing in the way of everything I desired!" "Not so," Corellon told her gently. "Never did I show you such disrespect. I loved you." "And you will yet live to regret it," she hissed.

And then he - instead of killing her as everybody, including Lolth, knows would be the better option for the safety of everyone - banishes her. Fuck the wellbeing of your children - mortal and divine - as well as other mortals of Toril!

[chickenoptyrx]

You do so right by z Broly, you understand his potential. Your au with him and Trunks is a delight

Glad we all appreciate my blatant misrepresentation of the character 😌 im partly joking but man fr, 12 year old me would hate that instead of him bein a badass edgy monster, I draw him as.. *checks notes* .. an immature loser with bad coping mechanisms uwu

Ok but in true ask tradition! :U im hijacking this ask to talk about a dumb theory thats been rolling around in my head for like 2 years now: android 16 and broly similarities:

Ok so. If you aren't aware. The android arc of dragon ball was originally going to focus on the androids 19 & 20 and trunks even names them specifically

But Toriyamas former editor, Kazuhiko Torishima, didn't like them as the main antagonists and so Toriyama changed it to focus on 17 & 18 as the bad guys and introduced 16 as a sort of mystery

Now. This gets almost completely dropped once that same former editor ALSO doesn't like these androids and cell becomes the main villian for the arc (yeah yeah, the bomb thing is technically *there*, but its so inconsequential most people forget its even a thing :T )

So. Idk exactly when movie 8 went into production, but we know Brolys LSSJ form was inspired by trunks SSJ grade3 form that appears several chapters after cell has been introduced and the androids have become power-up fodder, so im gonna argue its safe to say the decision to move away from their story had been made

(side tangent that I find absolutely hilarious btw- despite gokus commentary in the HTC, SSJ grade 3 was the strongest form of ssj we saw at this point, so its pretty appropriate to use it as the basis of the strongest scariest ssj form.... rrriiiiiiiiggght up until toriyama introduced SSJ2 on Feb 2, 1993- near exactly 1 month before the first Broly movie hit theaters. Completely undermined what, up til then, looked like a trend in stronger form = bigger and beefier right as the big beefy strongest guy ever movie came out 🤣 absolutely love it!)

So anyways. The movies overall also tend to have varying degrees of similarities with recent arcs in the show and Toriyama, while not overly involved, would give the studio designs and story notes. And. Idk. Yall can tell me im reaching if ya want, but: A guy who's made into a weapon by his father who's on a quest for revenge and has this conflicting view of his son as both someone he feels he failed to protect, someone he cares about, but also as a tool for that revenge, and someone who's destructive power hes become deeply afraid of.. now where have we seen somethin like that 🤔 may be an extra reach but I also think its neat that despite their different face shape, Toriyamas gave em the same expression

Lol they're also both just ridiculously tall bastards. Like for no gd reason. And yeah, to me atleast, it explains why hating goku specifically gets shoehorned into brolys backstory (listen I can absolutely do the mental gymnastics to make it make sense! I'm fine with it! Its fine! I actually like it! ... but it IS a dumb shoehorned plot point! Both things can be true D:< ) look just lookit these tall ass shits

Anyway. My last note is just this statement from Toriyama about 16 and Gero. The way gero is presented is really in line with how I see Paragus as this tragic failure of a father- honestly caring about his kid, but letting grief and revenge drive him into conflicting corners where he wants revenge FOR the life denied his son, but also actively shaping his son into such a terrifying weapon that ultimately hed rather his kid just never be conscious cause thats the 'only way to keep them safe'

“Dr. Gero’s son who died young a long time ago served as the visual model for Android 16. He was a high-ranking soldier for the Red Ribbon Army but was shot down by the enemy. Dr. Gero reserved special feelings for 16 as “his son,” and although he equipped 16 with immense power and a frightening destructive device, he didn’t want to see him be defeated on the battlefield and thus programmed him to have a gentle personality. 16 was consequently considered a failed creation.” The smaller caption below Toriyama’s quote reads: “Was the reason Dr. Gero didn’t want to activate 16 perhaps because of his parental love to not see him destroyed?”

[lady-of-the-english]

Tommy and Grace and Marriage Part 3

To echo back to ideas I started in part 1, Tommy at his core is a romantic with Grace, with a healthy view of what their relationship should be like. Tommy desires a true partnership with Grace - he promises her he'll help her with everything as she'll help him (it's one of the only health sentiments we've heard from him that I can remember).

He is willing and able to strip himself bare, physically and emotionally, with Grace. And with that, she is his strength. It takes strength and courage to put yourself out there, to trust another person, to be open and honest with them about your feelings and your dreams of the future together. Tommy knows and understands this: he is extremely picky in deciding when and with whom he shares the true depth of himself.

In 2x01, Polly, Ada, and Lizzie all prod Tommy for that openness and vulnerability to no avail. He chooses stoicism, maintaining his mask of emotionless as much as he can - like when discussing business at one of his oldest friends and brother-in-law's Freddy's funeral.

In the same episode, Campbell, as an antagonist, identifies Grace as Tommy's weakness. However, we are meant to disagree as Campbell is intentionally used as Tommy's foil to consider the ethics of both their careers and in their romantic connection to Grace.

The first of the trio to explicitly mention marriage and that potential future for Grace and Tommy is Campbell in his own failed proposal - a proposal that heavily centers around Tommy.

In 1x05, Tommy realizes that the guns have "become a burden" and agrees to sell them to the IRA in a trap, collaborating with Campbell.

In realizing that the IRA are planning to kill him once they get the location of the guns, and thus possibly before the "sixth chime" to midnight, which is the police's signal, Tommy turns to Grace - partly because "barmaids don't count" when told to be alone, but also because Tommy genuinely trusts her with his life.

We see Tommy's fear explicitly. He comes into the Garrison panting, shaking a little. Grace immediately understands that there is going to be "trouble" just seeing him. He's willing and able to show his true feelings with Grace. He trusts her to both help him handle this situation and to not think less of him demonstrating these unmasculine feelings (as Moss will deride Tommy for being ladylike due to his discomfort with the dead bodies in his bar at the end of the scene).

We see Tommy's frustration and fear that he needs to pull Grace into this side of the business. He tells her that when the IRA men get there, "they plan to kill me. It's your job to stop that happening." And he minimizes what she has to do: "You don't shoot. You just point," reassuring her that neither will have to kill anyone as the "police want them alive" and will be in soon to deal with the situation fully - a statement that surprises Grace. If the police are to help him, she assumes that she would be informed, and thus, her own disquiet truly develops.

Grace doesn't object at all to the idea of protecting him, only a bit in disbelief that "you could have given me more warning" to which Tommy reveals his full frustration and fear that "he just got the message himself" and thus wouldn't involve her in a danger situation unless he absolutely had to.

He sends her off to hide until the signal with his voice rasing and getting faster in his panic as he repeats to Grace, "All right, go. Go on. Go!"

Grace, hidden but peaking around the door, watching and listening for Tommy's signal, can hear clearly their threats as they they condensingly ask Tommy, "Did you think was let you live? Make your peace, Mr. Shelby," to which Grace comes out guns blazing.

I think her motivation is three-fold: since we met Grace, her primary goal has been to ensure these guns don't fall into the IRAs' hands. Even when Campbell points out at the beginning of the season that there are other players of concern, such as the Peaky Blinder, she maintains her focus on the IRA in her fear, hatred, and grief over her father's death. So, the mission itself, as an agent of the crown intertwined with revenge, greatly motivates her.

But, I think her feelings for Tommy are just as inspiring. If her grief of her father dying at the hands of this organization is still haunting to this degree, I imagine it must have been terrifying to hear another person she cares about possibly being taken from her in the same way. Feelings of revenge tend to be wrapped up in guilt of not being able to save that person. If she couldn't save her father, she'd make sure they couldn't do this to anyone else again - especially her again, which is a position I don't think she ever imagined being in.

Grace shoots multiple times, planning to kill both men so that Tommy would never be in real danger for a moment. Instead, her revenge helps pull him into the danger she so hoped to avoid. As Tommy begins to fight back, she's trying to get in there to shoot again, but she is knocked down and stays down until Tommy kills the second IRA man by bashing his face in.

Tommy immediately goes to Grace, and while she initially flinches from the violence, she let's him come to her, help her off the floor. She leans into Tommy's gentle caress of her face as Tommy tries to reassure himself that she is okay. Grace doesn't try to get away when he holds her head and asks her, "why did you shoot, Grace?". She replies in shock and disbelief, "I didn't know I had it in me like that."

Tommy, is likewise full of regret, afraid that he has driven her off as "now you've seen me."

But Grace's fear and criticism is only for herself as she responds, "and now you've seen me. I'm sorry." Instead of moving away from him, she draws closer, hugging him. Tommy is initially in disbelief, thinking he'd driven her off forever and surprised that she's the one sorry (I just can't imagine Tommy's been on the receiving end of many - any - apologies). But, he quickly unfreezes and sinks into her comforting embrace as he closes his eyes to bask in her presence and love.

This is Grace's breaking point as she tells Campbell the following morning. When Moss and the other cops come into the Garrison, they aren't sorry for purposefully going back on their deal with Tommy, that the IRA men are dead, and that Grace and Tommy could have died. Tommy, with tears in his eyes, holding himself up by leaning against the bar, respectfully state that "they fought well. They were brave men." Moss, gets in Tommy's face and and degrades him that they look like he was "killed by a wild fucking animal" and asks, "who cares?" about the bodies that he states were never never. As they leave, Grace looks at Tommy, whose eyes are closed, trying to stop the tears, and she can see fully who the real "bad" men are.

After walking her safely home, Tommy reiterates Grace's apology, telling her, "I'm sorry." We don't see Tommy often providing apologies either, but he is willing to give Grace what she offers him - everything.

In truly seeing both Tommy and the police force, Grace meets with Campbell to offer up the guns and her resignation. Previous scenes had shown Grace's discomfort with Campbell's degrading rhetoric about Tommy, but she typically ignored it and didn't argue back.

But now everything is different. At the meeting with Campbell, he strokes the same cheek Tommy caressed the night before, but this time, Grace flinches away.

Campbell offers a non-apology placing the blame on Tommy for the danger she was in: "I had no idea that he would involve you in this ugly business. If I had, I never would have let this happen," showing only his concern for her life in the situation. Grace looks away disgusted and argues back for truly the first time: "he trusts me. I told you that. You didn't believe me," showing the sharp contrast between Tommy and Campbell.

When he challenges her that Moss reported that they were "embracing," she scoffs is disbelief: "Is that your primary concern?". He tries to justify that his "concern" is for "her welfare," but Grace shakes her head no and takes full responsibility, telling him, "it was me who killed them" - both of them, as Tommy only finishes what she started and thus, she covers for him, not willing for him to face the consequences of her actions.

Campbell tries to blame that on Tommy's influence too, but Grace won't let him and makes clear that "something inside me changed" through seeing both Tommy and the police force clearly. She asserts that she and the police were the real "beasts" last night, not Tommy.

Grace claims that she no longer feels the need to "avenge" her father as she understands that it almost costs her Tommy's life. She asserts that the "hatred that I brought here with me is gone" in contrast to the depth of hatred Campbell feels. She reminds him that the mission was always about the guns, not The Peaky Blinders, and with that, negotiates a deal with him. She demands that "I want your word that Thomas Shelby will not be harmed if the guns are recovered. Your word as a gentleman." This great act of betrayal is in service of Tommy's life as both possessing the guns and trying to sell the guns have proven to have the same deadly consequences for him.

Campbell doesn't immediately agree as it is not something he wants to give; we've seen from the beginning how petty and personal he makes the "mission." He is incredulous that she has "sympathy" and "sentiment" for Tommy and tells her she's "too good-hearted for this work." He deems Tommy her weaknesses, just as he'll deem Grace Tommy's.

Realizing that he'll only agree if there is something in it for him, Grace capitulates on their own history: "So, for my sake, will you spare him?," finally getting his "word."

When she meets him at the grave the following morning, Campbell hugs Grace, which she doesn't reciprocate, and proposes the moment she resigned, ready and in wait to strike with a ring in his hand the second she's no longer his "subordinate." Campbell tells Grace what she once thought but no longer believes: "I'm a good man, and my admiration of you has turned to love." Seeing her shocked and disbelieving face, he tells Grace, " I don't ask for love in return. Just recognition that we are liked minds with shared values."

It is a proposal that is in complete odds with Tommy's declarations. Campbell formalities juxtaposed with Tommy's giddiness and boyish teasing in the following scenes. While both consider how they are the same with "liked minds," Campbell's viewpoint is based on the old version of Grace, who hasn't witnessed the police threaten women and children and provide empty promises, Tommy is confident in his assertion that they've "found each other" because Grace has told him so explicitly that he's truly "seen her" as she's seen him, and neither wants to look away.

Grace understands whose reactions to fear when giving bad news - who the real threat to her life is. Grace slowly and hesitantly goes to grap Campbell's hand (as the first and last time she voluntarily touches him) and formally addresses him as "Mr. Campbell," while trying to let a violent man down gently by lying and telling him, "you deserve better."

It's a lie he easily sees through, showing Grace his true colors once again. He immediately gets aggressive, stepping towards Grace, screaming in her face, "Is it the beast that dug this grave? Is it him between us?". This is in sharp contrast to the gangster that she actually betrayed, but who never showed her any anger or made any threats. Tommy wishes her well and his continued love when parting at the end of the season, while Cambpell tries to murder her.

Campbell's bullet wound from Grace is a physical reminder of Grace for Campbell, Tommy, and the audience. While she is not there, no one has forgotten her, and every visual and auditory cue of Campbell's cane echos her presence in these men's thoughts.

In 2x01, Churchill challenges Campbell's choice in using Tommy in spite of their history. Campbell assures him that this is why he is the best choice as to apply pressure, you need to know a man's weakness and I "know his weaknesses intimately" - a direct reference to Grace as he once spied on Tommy and Grace dancing in her apartment intimiately. Thus, the audience is reminded that Campbell's intertwining his personal petty grievances with his work have helped Tommy before. In 1x05, Campbell calls off the police raid when he learns that Tommy's gone off with Grace. Moss questions the choice, too, as it's not the smart, logical choice, and thus one that helped save his life. He chooses his pride over the job then.

While Campbell's goal is to use Tommy and then dispose of him once and for all, because of his resentment over Grace choosing Tommy, Campbell will save Tommy's life once again as they interrupt Sabini's attack on him at the end of the episode. And with that, we see once again that Grace isn't Tommy's weakness. When Campbell comes to the hospital to threaten and blackmail him, Tommy is the first person to mention Grace's name. While Tommy is senestive about Grace, he can and will bring her up when he wants to. And he calls on her memory to help him through this situation. Just as Campbell assumes that she is Tommy's weakness, Tommy knows that she is Campbell.

Tommy assumes correctly that Campbell is just as hung up over Grace as he is. He can't imagine someone being able to get over her, as he sure hasn't, and he uses the memory of her to disrupt Campbell's own control and strategy over the situation. With a pointed causualness, Tommy provides details of Grace's life, letting us know that he has kept tabs on her, wanting to stay connected to her even as they are ocean's apart. He relates that she's in New York and knows even more specifically that she's living in a "place call Poughkeepsie" and most importantly that she's "married now." In knowing how much that devastates him, he assumes that it will have a similar impact on Campbell.

Just as Tommy hasn't moved on, Campbell similarly shares Grace's personal details attacking Tommy's insecurities, letting him know he also knows that she's married, "to a banker. He's rich. I'm sure she's very happy," as he pokes at what Tommy wanted to provide Grace himself - economic security, but most of all, happiness.

While Campbell's information could come from Grace's family and abuse of his position, Tommy's obviously comes from Grace herself as we are told by Lizzie that a letter from "Poughkeepsie" arrived for him at his new offices in Digbeth. Both of them have ensured that they other has their new addresses keeping in touch. Obviously, the letter that season 1 ends on and season 2 opens with is not the last contact they've had in the last two years. We can see how much Tommy hasn't moved on; even though she's married now, he is still keeping communication open between them.

Campbell's remark is one that hurts, and thus, Tommy pivots to the physical discomfort Grace imparted - which visually symbolizes her presence for the rest of the reason.

Tommy says, "I imagine being shot by a woman hurts the same as being shot by a man. Just a bit more shameful." He emphasizes how while Grace has left them both, she only wanted to leave one of them behind and that the person she truly hurt purposefully isn't Tommy. In the end, she picked Tommy over everything else: her job, her family's expectations and status, her grief and plots of revenge, and her previous convictions about law, honor, and moralty.

Tommy declares that "every time you lean on that stick, I bet you see her face," as Tommy himself does. He is so sure that her memory haunts Campbell, willing to "bet" when he is someone who typically fixes bets in his favor. Tommy sees and remembers Grace everywhere. So, in his view, why would Campbell be any different.

Therefore, we see the door of the future Tommy imagined for them still open. Even if she's married, Grace is still the person he longs for every day; even him burning her letters isn't enough to truly burn the bridge between them - but more on that next time.

[myriadeyed]

I hate binaries I hate binaries I hate binaries

[OK, full disclosure, before I posted this I had a drowned screenshot of part of a post, but I decided I didn't want to blast someone who wasn't actively having that bad of a take (I just got annoyed by phrasing) or accidentally be disingenuous in cutting off the rest of the post so instead I'm just going to explain: it was an informational post about the different experiences with labels and my frustration with it was the given examples of — paraphrased —"some alterhumans don't like the word nonhuman because they're still partly human, some nonhumans don't like the word alterhuman because they don't like the word human, some beings don't like the word person because it implies they're human."]

"It implies they're human" is not ever a true statement. Please understand the difference between how you or another person feels about a word and its definition and "this word implies/means/says/etc. this." I will not ever complain about those who don't like alterhuman or person for themselves due to their experience of dysphoria, but I am annoyed by the subset of that group who makes sweeping statements like "Alterhuman/person implies you're human!" because

I'm alterhuman and I'm nonhuman. I'm alterhuman primarily BECAUSE I'm nonhuman. I am physically not a human and what makes me dysphoric, personally, is half of the community suddenly deciding that alterhuman/person is for humans and nonhuman/being (or equivalent to being) is for everyone else so anybody who considers themself alterhuman is declaring their humanness first and everything else second. I like alterhuman. I consider myself a person because I'm a thinking being with complex emotions, not because personhood is inseparable from humanness. The alterhuman community is my community. I'm not gonna "ok we will make our own place" anymore. (I also hate having to say upfront I'm physically nonhuman otherwise I'm one of those annoying human therians yapping about misanthropy again amiright but wtvr.) It upsets me when alterhuman is talked about like "word for if you're 'kin but still consider yourself human" because I don't! I do not consider myself a human and I don't want that to dictate what labels I'm supposed to use. I do not want to be seen as a human at all, without having to abandon alterhumanity! I'm sorry for wanting to have my cake and eat it too, but this is a semantic divide, not an ontological one.

TLDR "I'm NOT alterhuman because I'm NOT a human!" Good for you! I AM alterhuman because I'm NOT a human! How cool is the subjectivity of experience? Don't project your dysphoria onto me!

I love the word alterhuman because it is up for interpretation. It is open-ended, and has space for everybody who considers their relationship to humanness or species or embodiment etc. abnormal — "alternative." I love it because my own identity is vague, inconstant, complicated and indefinable, and it can't be separated into niche distinct parts for convenient labeling. Alterhuman isn't just a catch-all umbrella term, it's a word you can use if no other words work, because it doesn't necessitate definitions. It implies nothing about identity inherently; if you have personal implications for it, those are yours, not the word's.

I like "alterhuman" for the same reasons I like "queer." Maybe my identity isn't anyone else's business, maybe it isn't even my own a lot of the time. But I always know where I belong. I find it funny how often both of these words have someone else's personal discomforts projected onto their individual users.

Btw did anyone else notice the word human is also part of "nonhuman." Scary stuff. What else is the government hiding from us

[hacked-by-jake]

Is it just me , but doesn't it seem like they aren't taking accountability?

Well, partly they did. I mean, I wasn't expecting a statement that fast, definitely not. But I'm glad they sat down immediately and talked about it. And I also think they really read things we said. At least, it feels like that to me.

Of course, they statement isn't the best one and I don't agree with a couple of things. (I'm still not done with speaking about it.)

And I also understand why people are still disappointed and also not satisfied. And it's true, their words weren't what we were hoping for.

And I repeat, nothing of it makes me forget the problems about it. But I still want to point something out. Because I want the best for both sides.

So, here's the thing. Everbyte is still the small studio they were before. Three young people creating games. And one of those games blow up completely in a blink. All of sudden they had thousands of people looking at them. I mean, Duskwood has over 10 Million Downloads on Google play. It's impossible to imagine that.

So, and here's the thing. They're not any influencer with marketing team or social media team. They don't have a company that is specialised on this matter. It's them and only them.

And back then, Duskwood jumped from 0 to 100. And now, with Moonvale, sadly, they fell down from there again. I don't think they expected this to happen. In another blink they had an unbelievable amount of people criticising them, hating them, even others demanding to boycott them.

They don't have a management to write them the perfect statement for the world like any influencer or youtuber or celebrity has.

I mean, imagine you're suddenly in a position were many people demanding a statement. This alone is already a situation that's completely overwhelming. Because you know, no matter you're going to say, some people will still hate, and I don't mean criticising them, but hate them. And every word you say will be put on a gold scale. Fact is, no matter how your statement is, in most cases you still can only lose..

Three normal people facing a huge wall of criticism. And I don't think any of them knew how to handle this. And there's no real way to handle this. And we also should not forget, we don't see the behind the scenes. We don't see the problems they have to face.

And of course, we all see this critical. What happened. And we have the right to point that out. But I believe that we should have a little forbearance and tolerance for Everbyte.

They were probably in panic, scared to lose everything and they had not time to really figure things out. Of course their statement is very vague and I am not satisfied with most of it.

But we still should give them some time to figure things out and especially to think about everything that happened. The fandom was incredibly emotional, and Everbyte, they're humans as well. And also they were incredibly emotional. We can't imagine how they felt in that situation.

But until episode 2 they have a lot of time now. They can figure things out, they can find ways to change things. And I actually trust them so far. We saw they can do differently.

And especially, they just see everything completely different. They created this this game, for two years. They saw it every single days. They worked on it every single day.

I don’t know if you can relate. But if a writer reads their own text over and over again, at some point they won't see any mistakes anymore. Even if there are some. But for some thing you just become blind. That's a process you can't stop.

I want to repeat, it doesn't make the problems any better. Especially the AI thing. They right thing would have been to say "we will delete it completely"

But Everbyte can't be neutral on that because it's their game. We all have completely different view for it.

So I do think we should give them some time to figure things out. They deserve it. And no matter how disappointed we are, we should not forget that empathy cost nothing. And even if everything ended up in a little disaster, Everbyte still deserves our empathy.

We can keep firing against them but I fear at some point it might fire back and they won't listen at all.

Keep showing them constructive criticism. Leave reviews in your app stores etc. And then the time will show what is going to happen. But right now, it's still too emotional for everyone.

I'm still sorry you're feeling this way, Anon. I definitely know what you mean and I even agree with you. But everything I want is peace and I want to keep up the hope.

Thank you for sending your ask, sorry my answer isn't probably exactly what you expected but I really hope you understand my point of view and I hope even if my answer is differently, I hope you want be mad at me because of it.

I hope you will have a fantastic day/evening/night. Take care of yourself and stay healthy and safe. 💚

[audhd-space]

ASKING FOR OPINION/TIPS/SUGGESTIONS/SUPPORT:

Okay, I am planning to go back to academia for postgrad after maybe 5-6 years of leaving uni life?

How true is it when they said:

“Just be yourself when you write your personal statement!”

“the admission officer want to get to know you as a person when they are reading your application”

when writing personal statement for university application for a neurodivergent who’s planning to apply for inclusion/disability studies ?

(I’m AuDHD so I have no idea how literal I have to take these statements and whether I should take it at face value or if this is about performing acceptable amount of true self again)

I’ve read about the rank of this university and how great they are at providing support and alternative learning style, which is partly what interests me, but I still worry about being discriminated if I reveal about my disability as a part of my motivation to apply for study.

Please help!

I need opinion, suggestions, tips and support in any kindest and supportive ways you can offer now.

Thank you!

[mslorelina-blog]

Hi! I'm not the one who asked you before but I have a similar question. Since you are Russian, I wonder what's your perspective on Ivan dealing with his emotions? I've read something said that the Russians rarely show any emotions but at the same time Russian literary works are so full of intense feelings and love for the human kind in general. So I'm having a hard time finding that balance in my fic and curious about your opinion. Thank you in advance!

I found the previous question too painful to answer properly, so let's hope I'll answer it someday later :( Regarding your question, well, short answer is that Ivan deals with his emotions NOT IN A HEALTHY MANNER :)) First of all, I don't feel that the statement that Russians rarely show their emotions is particularly true. In comparison to, let's say, Americans, we definitely smile less, but that's because usual face without any emotion on them is considered just neutral "default face", not the sign of troubles with emotional recognition. I also don't feel that we have difficulties with expressing emotions (especially the negative ones, like anger, we have a stereotype which is partly true about the rudeness of consumer services employees), if a person is feeling something, they'll probably show it, if not for politeness reasons. In comparison to steretypical Italians our emotions are "toned down", but they're still showing, our culture doesn't have any restrictions on expressing emotions, like, for example, japanese culture. But what about strong emotions, caused by a prolonged stress? While Russian writers and their ability to explore a human soul is beyond fascinating, I hc Ivan as a representative of broader circles of people, of the entire nation, and knowing how Russian men tend to cope with their stress, I can't say he can manage it properly :) Considering that crying is viewed as "unmanly", that men are often don't discuss their feelings even with close friends (I have an example of my own father :)), women have considerably and unnaturally longer life span, 'cause after 45 y.o. men die faster due to cardiac problems and/or substance abuse, all these are reprecussions of toxic masculinity, which is still, unfortunately, largely spread among Russian men. A visit to psychoterapist was seen as something "lame" or "whining about the problems to some stranger instead of solving them like a man" until very recent years, and political instability and authoritarianism don't make it easier. Knowing all this, I think Ivan has troubles with coping with stress in a healthy manner and recognizing his deep needs and motives. Although I do think that Russian classics make it easier for him to connect with his authentic self and open some things that he doesn't want to admit even to himself.

[imzsuzsis-blog]

"Fourth place is not bad."

A faint smile appeared on my face.

"Dude, what do you think about my ranking?"

Carlos' little boy jumps on my neck from behind.

"Fuck, I forgot you were pregnant."

He giggled with a glass of champagne in hand.

"Carlos, there's no problem, for example, I can't drink your champagne because it's alcoholic, but I'll ask to be released from the team and I'll drink it."

"I understand that you have a fetus?"

I laughed next to him and pointed to my stomach.

"Well, I still eat a lot, we're not very well, I was a bit underwhelmed with the blood test and the urine test, but if necessary, it's necessary."

"Up to what?"

"I don't know whether it's HBsAg or what, blood clot or pus or what, I seriously don't know."

,,Urine and pus once with me too..."

I leaned back and almost fell asleep when Loki started playing sexily with his fingers on my shoulder.

"Hello, dear, you're fine, it's a shame..."

"Don't worry, we're great friends!"

"Nothing..."

"Loki ohh!!!"

I jumped up, caressed him face sexily and we walked away.

"Were you thinking about sex?"

"Very baby"

I started biting his face and neck and pulled off the black T-shirt that he bought somewhere two years ago and has not been able to take it off my boyfriend since then.

"Lando, you need to make a statement."

,, Oh my Jesus, I've got it!!!! I'll be right over. Sorry not even."

I got the tiny microphone and had to speak again, while poor Loki had to say no to sex again.

"Lando is ready."

"Loki... Are you sleeping?"

"Yes, I didn't just doze off so comfortably here."

I lied to him, he became quite rude from the present, and we were only going to go on a date to an elegant restaurant if his team doesn't invite him to a party again.

"No, not now, I'm not going, but Oscar, he's playing well."

He started fiddling with my hair and making big giggles at the same time, it was cute like that. I sat down on my lap and let him hold my face the way he likes really girlishly and not to touch his cell phone, we looked into each other's eyes and he also let him kiss me girlishly, I answered him with a really manly kiss, we did it for a good half a minute because they finally got us again but now it's not the bad ones, but a good sports photographer who was good-natured and asked if he could show it on his Insta page, we giggled and said yes and just continued the whole thing.

Both Lando and my girlfriend watched the slobbery and tender smack they cut with Loki, it was clearly nauseating, as if they were fucking with their tongues.

"Lily, it's disgusting, it's fucking, I can't bear to watch it with my tongue."

"I know, but you were such a peasant that you lied that I said I could kiss you in peace, even though this is not true!!!! Huh? Are you bisexual?”

She started hitting me with her little red bag, which is like a purse, but it's very hard and painful, compared to how a girl can hit a lot.

"Well, I'm bisexual, but he kissed me, not him."

"Is my ex a cheater?"

"Uh, Ollie, the freak came to us. No, it wasn't just an idiotic kiss, believe me."

"I believe it, but what the hell is it?"

We wave to him partly because we were saying goodbye to him, he should go too because the track will be demolished if he doesn't expect more fines, on the other hand we are going to a party and he should come too.

"Hold on, I'll call you... Pick it up now... No, the tongue is stuck first."

"MR Norris?"

Someone tapped me on the back, Loki and I only showed our middle fingers, because we didn't smack, to put it mildly, but I rode up and down his tail nicely, but we did it discreetly. Exactly the plug. It was because he didn't have a condom on by accident.

"Lando... It's over."

"Look, mine is also pure milk, please?"

I handed it to him and we started to lick my fingers together and we were still smearing while I even asked for Loki's milk and we licked it too.

"Mhh, this is delicious my heart."

"You tell me these two milks are the most delicious in the world!!!"

"Lando Norris is under arrest for public prostitution."

"Here you go??? But he's my boyfriend and we only had sex discreetly, does that fit into an engaged relationship????"

I burst into tears when they cuffed me and it hurt especially when they twisted my head backwards.

"I would refuse to say that we are an engaged couple, he has the ring on and is even pregnant."

"We're sorry, but what he did was not even recorded by the camera and photos were taken of him."

"Loki, please do something, anything, for the sake of the little one, but you started this shit, prove it, please!!!!!"

"You understand and understand everything... It would wait!!!! No, he didn't start it, it was me, whoever gets taken away from here today will be me, not him, he didn't do anything, he didn't order the hormones and that's all he wanted for sex."

I bit my lips, the handcuffs got tighter, they won't let go, I can feel them bending, but be careful and I'm in the police car. I started sobbing, I'm not like that, I've never done that, and now I'm done here, I would have gone to bed, but I saw the pictures, you shouldn't just sit with your back straight.

"Ten minutes and we're at the wheel."

"You guys are tight, he says it wasn't me, I just kissed him."

,,Says a gay prostiute”

"Let's not mess with my past, Jesus, it was the age and I needed the money for Formula 2, then Forumla 1, and after Covid, everything to do well with the sponsors."

I tilted my neck back and began to suck my mouth.

"Well, fake pregnancy buddy, we're here too, if you want to work in the profession again, drop this shit!"

"It's real, I'm seventeen weeks pregnant, screw me Holly and Jussy, that wasn't funny!!! Take me home, I have to change, I have a date with Loki."

"Not a boy will not get pregnant."

"Shut up and yes, I'm from Ollie."

"If it stays here on your ass or there is a tape on your mouth, on your butt, and on your hip, well, this is a kidnapping for millions of euros and it will stay here forever."

I stayed sitting on the chair, I knew what the fuck is going on, I'm giving birth to my little one in a place with no windows, competitions are questionable, friends, I should cancel and I may never see Loki again.

[khaleesiofalicante]

I was randomly thinking about the firstprince 'discourse' on Star Wars and how that would manifest in the rwrb au. I genuinely can't see David being interested in Star Wars (you do you, babygirl) and I didn't want to include Harry Potter (since Casey McQuiston also removed the HP references in the rwrb new versions). So, I was thinking about what film/media Mavid would both really enjoy but still disagree on. And I found it!

It's Disney! These are Disney bitches!

The following snippet was written at 4 a.m. after I was bullied by @springlily25 via WhatsApp.

“Cinderella and Snow White?” Max asked furiously. “You’d prefer Cinderella and Snow White over Moana and Coco?” 

“Yes,” David replied. 

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Max demanded. He was kinda used to yelling at David over their late night phone calls now. The other man is absolutely ridiculous. The yelling was warranted. 

“Can’t a man like classics?” David asked him. 

“Those classics are outdated as fuck,” Max growled into the phone. “They are not inclusive, they are so stereotypical and not to mention it’s all so anti-feminist.” 

“Anti-feminist?” David asked. 

“Oh, look at me. I’m a helpless little girl who only cares about dresses and going to balls,” Max whispered in a feminine voice. “Come on, dude. It’s so not feminist.” 

“So, what does that mean then?” David asked. “The point of feminism is to be independent and fierce and bold?” 

“Duh,” Max said. 

“I don’t think that’s true,” David said after a short pause. “ Feminism is about making sure you can be whoever you want to be. Feminism means that there is no right way to be a woman and regardless of what kind of woman you want to be, there will always be systematic barriers. Whether you’re a woman who wants to go to war and be a badass or whether you’re a woman who wants to stay at home and take care of babies, you are still going to suffer and you’re still going to be held back because you are a woman. If feminism dictates, what women should do and shouldn’t do, that’s not feminism at all. That’s still the patriarchy. For the record, I think it was absolutely badass of Cinderella to go to a ball. She never went to the ball to see the prince. She went to the ball because she wanted to have fun. She just wanted to go to a party, Max, why would you be mad at her for that?” 

Max was quiet for a long time. Partly because he never heard David so many words in a row and never so quite passionately. And he didn’t expect to like all the words as much as he did. 

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe David could teach him a thing or two. 

“I’m sorry,” Max said, because his parents raised him with right. “You’re right.” 

If the situation was reversed, Max would have laughed loudly, and made fun of David. But David didn’t do any of that. When he spoke, he sounded a little embarrassed. 

“I’m sorry too,” David said. “I didn’t mean to get quite so intense and passionate.” 

“ I like you intense and passionate,” Max quipped and David coughed on the other end of the call. “Reminds me that you’re not a robot.”  

David huffed at that. “But I went on a rant. That was a rant, wasn’t it? I’m not exactly allowed to talk about things like that, so when I do get the opportunity, I tend to babble a bit.” 

“You should babble more,” Max hummed. 

“I literally can’t,” David chuckled dryly.

“Why not?” Max demanded. “Do you know how many people look up to you? Especially little kids! You’re a fucking prince. It’s important that people like you share your opinion on stuff like this.” 

“I… I realize that, but as I said, I can’t,” David said quietly. 

“Why the fuck not?” Max pushed, he was good at that. “You are allowed to have opinions and talk about things too.” 

“I’m a prince,” David chuckled, his tone drier than before. “The moment an opinion leaves my mouth, it turns into a statement.” 

Max knew that. He was the son of the President for crying out loud. Of course he knew that. And he hated that. 

“Well,” Max said eventually. “That’s just sad.” 

David was quiet for a moment before he finally responded. “Yes, that is indeed sad.”

[nexility-sims]

what's something you'd like to see more of on royal simblr?

the timing of this was brilliant, actually, because i had been thinking for several days that i would like to make some sort of entirely uncalled for, roughly edited psa post about What I Think Royal Simblr Needs To Prioritize More :^) anyway, you also touched on this in your own answer, so it’s an echo of that too :^) it's very long, but i had a lot to say about the topic i've chosen. i should also preface by saying that it's not meant as a blanket negative statement or even an objective prescription; it's just based on my own observation and anecdotal experience.

in short, royal simblr needs more cultural diversity !

there are two big reasons why i feel this way: one, the entire premise is suspect because it so easily verges into uncritically reproducing and whitewashing an awful institution; and two, cultural diversity is actually more engaging and interesting than a community that feels monocultural (esp when said culture is a hegemonic colonial product whose dominance is based on plunder, oppression, and destruction of both entire peoples and the planet itself).

personally, i want to be part of a community where folks are 1) actively curious about the wider world and its cultures and 2) comfortable incorporating their own cultures in their stories. it’s true that the bias is perhaps partly because many royalty references in the real world may not have great english sources for a predominantly english-speaking community to use. but, i don’t think that’s a get-out-of-jail-free card. i am absolutely not a person who likes to consciously write myself into my stories, to be clear. that being said, i do ask myself, “what experiences or knowledge do i have that deserve representation?” we write our stories for ourselves but, frankly, i would venture many of us have internalized messages that make us devalue our own backgrounds or doubt others will be interested in content outside of the often white, often western mainstream. in my experience, the royal simblr community places high value on researching and replicating the norms of contemporary western european royalty—particularly the british royal family. the truth is that same care and respect could be put into other histories and perspectives, if the motivation existed to do so.

so, another approach, beyond drawing on your own experiences, is doing the research to respectfully depict or be inspired by a culture that isn't your own. the onus for representation cannot be squarely on the most marginalized of us, even if we'd likely produce the best version of it. if i had chosen to write a story about a fake british royal family, i'd have felt guilty about not writing a story full of brown people from the americas; that representation wouldn't really exist if i wasn't making it for myself. consequently, culture shifts require everyone to do their part, whether as creators, collaborators, or readers. i'd also venture that most of us appreciate when outsiders believe our cultures are valuable and beautiful—when they want to know or experience our clothing, food, and music in ways that are not fetishizing, exploitative, or appropriating. that's part of why tumblr is filled with guides and tutorials to writing characters from all walks of life, from ethnicity to disability to gender; the resources exist, and people want to see them used. it doesn't even have to be your entire story ! individual characters or plot lines can give good representation if you make that a priority.

in my own story, i've blended the two approaches. i think about my own, my family's, and my friends' experiences of indigeneity in what's currently the united states; i've also blended it with my interests in iberian and latin american histories, especially indigenous mexico, among other elements closer to u.s. history. my story isn't a direct replica of any real world place or people, but the culture is based on imagination, research, and feedback. if someone has a critique or feels offended for whatever reason, i want to be humble enough to accept it and make changes. one of the amazing things about this corner of tumblr is that our community loves to help others. learning in public—experimenting, sharing parts of yourself, being creative—is never easy, but it's easier to do when you're part of a community that offers grace and encouragement. my opinion is also that people are more willing to share their expertise and welcome your work if you demonstrate, not just good intentions, but that you've done your homework to the best of your ability.

i want to be clear, too: there's a place for storytelling as conscious critique of the institution, and there are storytellers in this community whose cultures happen to be the ones that are overrepresented. this isn't an indictment of the good stories and good fun people are having. i'm just taking this as an opportunity to offer constructive criticism and give people the encouragement or permission to try something different. why not use your creativity to incorporate other sources of inspiration—or to imagine a different and better world, even?

at the end of the day, everyone can do whatever they want with their hobbies. we can't all be doing social justice on simblr dot com and, frankly, probably shouldn't be ! it is nonetheless true that some of us don't get to enjoy our hobbies uncritically. we can't log onto tumblr and scroll through sims stories and be blissfully unaware of the politics of representation. "royalty" doesn't just connote pretty tiaras and fancy titles for all of us. people who are marginalized in the real world are part of this community. its representation signals to us how welcome we and the stories we have to tell really are.

most or all of us are imagining our countries to be part of the same fictional world. it's just my personal opinion, but i don’t think that world should be mostly fake europe plus specifically the settler colonial parts of fake non-europe. my challenge to everyone would be to think about whether your story could or should meaningfully contribute to a fuller, more realistic representation of the world we've created as a collective within this community.

[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: Hi mbti-notes, an INTP here. Lately I have encountered a situation which I couldn’t determine whether it is Ne indulgence and I lose track of my introverted functions or if there are other issues behind the surface. I think it would be better to receive some comment on it and I wish you could help.

I have been concentrating myself on academic results more than I used to, I think it is partly out of the urge to strive for a better future, another part of it is that I feel like I cannot fall behind my classmates as I don’t want to seem incompetent to the people around me. This idea grew stronger after my mother claimed that I would end up being a useless member of society because I didn’t have a “proper” attitude towards my academic results. I could be taking her words too seriously but I keep thinking I should prove her wrong. When there’s a task I could mimic an unhealthy ENTJ unconsciously and temporarily. I become hasty, impatient, judgemental, I overlook details so I can get thing done within the least possible amount of time, shut away the monologue I always have in my mind to focus on what I’m doing, disregard others’ opinion because I think my idea is the best. I read theories that a person could act like their shadow when they are stressful, it seems like what I experienced.

At the same time, I spent a lot of energy on socialising with my classmates. I enjoy it at some point, they are interesting people and I think I should pay more attention to them, but when I got time to reflect alone afterwards, I feel fatigued by all the social interactions. After I returned home, all that I am left with is tiredness and I don’t want to speak with anyone anymore, every single sound I hear could frustrate me even if they are simply words of care. I feel a need for rest, but when I do rest I binge watch repetitive Mary Sue stories that pop up on my social media feeds. I know they do not convey deeper meanings, but I am becoming addicted to these meaningless stories that do not require any true thoughts to process and I could shut down my mind.

I believed I maintained a good work-life balance, and this is a good way of life I should continue, but now as I took advice from my friend and spend time on long novels I could truly enter a flow state within, I think I actually overemphasised on external validation and failed to see what I really needed. Returning to the original question, it seemed like I was escaping reality with unhealthy Ne that keeps me wasting time on unproductive things, exploiting my energy to seek out ‘new’ information that are actually repetitive and superficial, forcing myself to open up Fe even when I actually wanted space for myself; but I am not entirely sure about my statement. Thanks for your time and effort, any insights that could be drawn from it are appreciated.

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Generally speaking, if you believe you're experiencing Fe grip in part because of misusing Ne, then you ought to develop Ne and learn to use it more appropriately, consult the Type Dev Guide.

It seems you are always being pulled around by things outside you, such as your mother, your friends, or those mary sue stories. What does that mean? Perhaps it means you have little substance and you use those things as a poor substitute. You are like a leaf being blown around by the wind, with no control over where you go.

The remedy to being driven only by extrinsic factors is to nurture intrinsic motivation. Who are you really? What do you really want out of life? What are your values? What do you stand for? What do you have to offer? What about you matters? What greater aspirations or ideals do you commit yourself to? If you can't answer any of these questions, it means you haven't gotten very far in development and, as a result, don't have any meaningful direction or purpose in life. When you have no real identity as a person, how can you be anything but an easy victim of circumstance?

If you want to take more control over life and have a better sense of direction, then start by committing yourself to more meaningful activities, especially activities that would allow you to make the best use of the gifts you've been granted. Yes, there is a difference between "rest" and "escape". You speak as though you have no control over those repetitive activities, but you made the choice to do them, and you're now starting to realize that the "reward" is actually harmful to you. You could choose better activities instead. To realize more of your potential and grow as a person often involves giving up immediate gratification for a greater goal and making tough decisions about how best to spend your time.