#this post was brought to by 4am brain

[the-yearning-astronaut]

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[thatstheproblemwithnapkinman]

"adhd isn't a disability"

breaks down over trying to start tasks until he deadline is stupidly close

unable to do basic chores unless it's like 4am and then the whole damn house gets cleaned

speaks too fast

tangent and tangent and tangent. makes social situations hard

literally unable to stop themselves from interrupting people mid sentence (and the constant "*interrupts*- sorry, please continue")

knows what they want to say, cannot find the words, even if it's something basic

auditory processing disorder (pretty common with adhd), like how do you explain that you can hear but your brain has minecraft server lag and the chat will appear soon

hyperfixations, and people thinking they are special interests when they are not (they are short term, literally stops you from basic care like eating and drinking when in) edit: it was brought to my attention this comes across like special interests are easier to live with which is not the case, please do not take that away from this post!!!

impulse purchases making bank accounts cry

all or nothing. not hungry to pain. don't need to pee until pain. you get the picture

cannot sit still, like actually can't, constant moving and shuffling which people think would be cute but actually just pisses people off

doesn't have a fidget toy, not bc they are popular but bc they would have to put it away bc dylan over there got a fidget spinner and has been loudly playing with it (dylan is neurotypical)

cannot do anything if there is something else to do that day, must wait

just stfu it is a disability

[guiron]

Always disappointed that Monster looks like cigarette piss juice, she should be Greem

[konako]

an alternate universe of an alternate universe? what the fuck is going on in the rlh, bless you and screw canon material ;)

WHAT THE FUCK IS WDC:BB? (it's complicated)

Hohooh, this will be fun. Let me try to explain how this happened in the simplest of ways, without being put in virtual jail. As it's truly this:

It all started back in 2021. When we were still young, naive and pure....

The Ruby Lucas Appreciation life was seeing a resurgence thanks to some maniacs out there somewhere. Gifsets were flowing, asks were coming in, ideas were brewing.

The domino pieces were being placed...

Anon sends me a message about a trope they like. I agree. I imagine Red Queen in that trope. Kat (@lovecanbesostrange) sees the vision.

A writing demon takes over Kat's body. She writes a fic.

Safe Cage is born.

Unrelated to that (somehow)

Anon sends me a message to share a fun fact about a college football team with an interesting name. I reply with a silly idea for a story. As you can see in the replies under the post, Kat and I went mad again.

The Ruby Lucas Harem Server is created.

RRCAU is born.

It doesn't stop there...

RRCAU is developed over three years of collaboration and compatible unhinged behaviour. The story grows, we uncover the backstory, the supporting characters, the dynamics, the many different developments... It's a complete story.

But see. Kat has been cursed with a fantastic, fruitful imagination...

We had a habit of taking stories and imagining "What-Ifs" to some scenarios (because we struggle with definite decisions when it comes to plot, and we like to experiment! who doesn't?). It was fun to think of what could have been different and how that change would affect the larger story.

Soon enough, Kat had a thought: What if, instead of changing an event in the later parts of the story, we changed it in the very beginning?

What if Ruby's miserable up-bringing in a trailer park with a passively neglectful mother... was WORSE?

What If: Ruby was raised in troubling poverty by a physically, verbally and mentally abusive, constantly intoxicated mother?

Worse!RRCAU is born.

Still not connected to that (Palpatine has returned)

Anon sends me a message about Regina wanting people to kneel. I reply with a joke about Ruby being eager to kneel, so they work as a couple.

Kat sees that. She adds to that. She chooses violence. And she writes about it.

DRK AU is born.

These three AUs lived together in harmony. (Ruby disagrees. She keeps getting fucked over).

Until a 4am thought attacked.

Narrator: she did think mean things.

We.... thouroughly fucked Red over this time. Meticulously. We thought nothing of it. Torturing Red was routine. It was for fun! A 4am angsty brain fart!

But then the scary thing happened: it started to make sense.

There was no coming back from there. The story took over. We had no power over it. It had power over us.

WDC combined the three big stories that contributed the least with the rent in our heads:

Worse (Worse!RRCAU) brought the world without magic and the usual translations that came with it. Along with the setting, it brought the feeling of Red's early life and how it shaped her to be accostumed to abuse. Dark (DRK AU) brought the torture, the body mods, the calculated disfiguration of Red and the need for a domestic life that would attempt to heal it. Cage (Safe Cage) brought the most important: Corrupted Red Snow. Red as Snow's weapon. The manipulation, the abuse, the years and years of conditioning, lying, training, until Red was no longer a person, but a monster to serve Snow's needs. Originally, it also brought Regina, as the opposition to Snow's force, and the person that stepped in at the right time to rescue Red.

It was clear. It was obvious. It was meant to exist.

Art was made.

And something that's important to note: in WDC, Red is kind of the bad guy. She's Snow's Bodyguard, Guard Dog, Pet. She has no agency, and she does whatever Snow orders her to do.

Including severely hurting Belle.

The way that Red hurt Belle is critical to WDC. (Don't worry, I won't go there). It's a major part of Red's story, and a defining moment in Belle's development. The trauma was even responsible for the unearthing of a new ship: Kansas Beauty. A relationship that began in, of all places, a mental health facility.

It was a fascinating story. A vessel to some dark, dark thoughts. It was to be kept in a secret alley, to never see the light of day (much like WDC!RED—). I failed at that one job, but... whatever. Anyway!!

We explored other stories, parallel to that. We have the range. (While confined to the Red Snow spectrum...) We thought of different things...

Then. Kat thought more thoughts.

And I indulged her with a list of possibilities to fit that desire. Among which there was:

Kat had even more thoughts.

This change took us to a similar place, with a similar brain wave. (It happens often)

And.... yeah..... This had some... unforseen consequences.....

↓

This is where we are.

[filmbyjy]

I saw this reel on insta and a haikyuu scenario with the post that said: 'im in the library and here's a bf helping his gg study and I've been overhearing part of their conversation for the last hour and said "babe, I'm gonna be honest with you. You're going to fail this test, I love you, but there's nothing we can do about it now"

can you do a imagine based on this with Jay and or any other member if you wanna add

(I have my finals coming up plus another exam in a few day. SEND HELP)

a/n: HELP??? WHY DO I ACTUALLY SEE JAY SAYING THIS?? jay giving you that reality check🤙🏻 also good luck!! I currently have projects due soon hence I’m rushing my work🤧

pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader

genre: studying with bf, fluff

word count: 1K words

warning: there is no real huge warning but there is tons of jay pecking/kissing you. that's a warning itself bc i'd die to kiss jay

there is no hope

finals

everyone hated them. it was the constant studying and staying up that made everyone hate it. nobody likes staying up to work on some stupid mathematic exam. cramming formulas till 4am in the morning was a nightmare.

your phone pings when a notification pops up. it startled you a little since you were heavily concentrated on your studies.

*1 message from jongseong🧸*

— placing this in case the read more messes up —

jongseong🧸: babe, are you still in the library? bc it’s dark in there.

you: why tf are you outside? didn’t you want to catch up on some sleep bc rugby was kicking your ass?

jongseong🧸: bc i’m a great boyfriend and I care about my girlfriend that I can forget about my shit sleep schedule

you: aww jongseong :((

you: i’m at the McDonald’s nearby

jongseong🧸: oh cool. i was kinda craving for some chicken nuggets! i’m bringing my books to help you too.

you: really? thank you, babe🫶🏻

jongseong🧸: anytime love❤️

-

it was about 15 minutes later when you heard someone sitting in front of you. you knew that familiar scent, it was your boyfriend. you looked up and gave him a warm smile before looking back down at your notes.

he lifts your chin up and leans to peck your lips.

“can’t even get a kiss from my girl without her looking away from her notes.”

“it’s 1am. the workers are staring, babe.” you whisper. jay rolls his eyes.

“well they won’t be staring if i’m here as a valued customer.” jay winks. you sighed.

“could you get me coffee?”

“at 1am? babe, you’re insane.”

“i’m going to need coffee to survive studying till 3am at least.”

jay shakes his head, “fine. i’ll get you some latte or something. nothing too strong because you won’t be able to sleep.”

“aww such a caring and sweet boyfriend I have.” you say. jay smirks.

“you do have a great boyfriend.” he steals kiss from you before going over to order something.

you remained glued to your work. however, nothing was really going in your brain. by now, jay had brought your coffee over and it still couldn’t help you.

“jayyyy, I can’t do this anymore.”

he scans through your notes. nothing made sense to him. he sighs.

“i’m gonna be honest, babe. you definitely failing this test. a 100%. your notes make zero sense to me.”

“you mean to tell me I’ve been studying shitty notes that I thought would help me??” you groaned and banged your head on the table. it catches a few of the workers attention but they quickly dismiss it.

“look, baby. if you wanna pass this test. I can always help you.” jay says.

“really?”

“of course but first, let’s get out of here and hop in my car.”

“why do I feel like this isn’t going to help me at all.” you glared at the boy. he chuckles.

“trust me, love. it’s definitely going to help.” he smirks. you rolled your eyes.

the both of you left the McDonald’s with your things to get into jay’s car. he places both of yours and his things down. once you settled in, you turned to jay.

“so what’s this genius plan of yours?”

“kiss.”

“are you serious, jongseong.”

“i’ll test you and every right answer you get equals to a kiss from yours truly.”

“you are so needy, babe.” you huffed.

“this is beneficial for the both of us. come on.” jay pouts.

you tried to weigh the pros and cons. honestly, there were definitely more pros than cons. you got to kiss jay, he would help you with passing the test and you got to spend time with him. what more could you ask?

"fine." jay smiles at your words.

after letting you read his notes for the topic, he would test you.

"you got 5 answers right. which means, i get to kiss you 5 times." jay says.

"yeah but you tested me 10 questions. i got half of them correct."

"which means you will pass. see i did something good. now, pucker up." jay says.

he leans in and pecks your lips once.

"jongseong-" he pecks it once again.

"this method didn't help." *peck*

"park jongseong." *peck*

"ooo one more." he leans in once again but this time, the kiss goes on far more than a peck. jay's hands rest on your waist. you completely forgot you were even upset in the first place. well that is until you actually remembered you were upset with him. you pushed him away.

"jay, i'm serious. i don't think i'll pass the test." you huffed.

"i'm sorry, i just i miss you. you've been pretty busy lately with studying. how about i help for real this time, hmm?"

"you're making me feel bad now. i'm sorry i don't spend time as much with you." you pout.

"it's alright, you're busy with school work."

"i feel like everyone is advancing faster than me so i take my free time to catch up with everyone. i don't even catch the topic sometimes and i just feel frustrated." you voiced out. jay squeezes your hand.

"well, i'm here. i can help you, babe. you don't have to hesitate to call me or text me when you need help."

"i know. i just feel bad."

jay shakes his head, "you don't have to feel bad. that's my duty as your boyfriend to help you and stay by your side."

"isn't that a job for a husband?" you deadpan.

"we're going to get married eventually, what's the difference." jay nudges your shoulder. you blushed.

"yeah, i guess we are."

"mrs.park, would you like me to help you really study now?"

"yes, mr.park." jay snorts. he leans in to peck your lips.

"okay, where did we stop at?" he says as he scans the notes.

[calumsash]

ok so i was tagged by the lovely aria @calumthoodshands in this and what i got from her drunk explanation (love u aria) on the post is that we're talking about our top 8 shows that you need to know to know me 🥰 i definitely rambled here way too much for no reason but oh well <3

911 (2018 -): hmmm do i need to explain? i feel like people heard and seen me lose my mind over the weewoo show. this is currently what's shaping my life. i take the day off on tuesday cause it's when the new episodes air for me. yes it's that level of brainrot.

skam (2015 - 2017): this show shaped me as a teen gonna be real. i watched it in my last year of high school and seeing this type of real show about teens where at the times all the shows with high school were like tvd and gossip girl and such it was refreshing! i do believe that for full impact of watching skam you needed to hunt episodes on google drive and wait for translations as you're avoiding studying for your finals but it's great in any viewing shape and form.

parenthood (2010 - 2015): this is one of the shows that i used to watch weekly as it aired with my mom. it's about family and we've grown attached to the bravermans 🫶 it gave us many good crys!! also peter krause my beloved is there (even though i would have fought adam braverman many times).

ted lasso (2020 -): a show that just brings joy to my heart <3 im probably gonna cry when it's gonna end in a few weeks. every episode that i watch of this show i get some faith in humanity and when i don't think it can get better, it does!!

this is us (2016 - 2022): show of all time. the amount of tears this show brought out of me. made me have a full panic attack watching a certain episode and it's one of the best episodes of the whole series. this is another show i watched with my mom where we tuned in every week to watch together and it was our hangout time that i still very cherish. again very family driven storylines so yeah 🥹

schitt's creek (2015 - 2020): how does one explain the love i got in my heart for the rose family and co? a show i definitely procrastinated finishing cause i didn't want it to end!!! just as good as everyone say it is and i loved every second of it.

glee (2009 - 2015): when i tell you being a gleek was my whole personality for years i am not kidding. watched this baby since it came out and i would wake up at 4am so i could watch the episodes before school and then later on burn them on CDs. i had posters, magazines, merch, everything. like half the songs i know are from glee. watching glee from 10 years old will change your brain chemistry i promise you. i will admit that i stopped watching after the quarterback episode but at a point of time (literal years) this show was my everything.

always sunny (2005 -): most awful people in the world but you can't help but love them. pretty sure it's the longest running sitcom at this point? if not it will be. i did base my personality after some stuff from the show for a while. my bio on insta is still "champion of the sun ☀️" after all these years. i dressed up as charlie in the day man episode. it's just a really fucking funny show.

honorable mentions: the boys, teen wolf (until s3b), abbott elementary & derry girls!

im gonna tag @myfalsedevotion @cowboy-buck @buckleyseddie @merry-the-cookie @pxrxmoore if you guys feel like it, no pressure!!

also goes without saying but if you haven't watched something in here i highly recommend them!!

[tealeavesandthorns]

OOC Post | How the 'tism affects my rping!

// I wanted to create this post to try and help people understand how autism and to an extent adhd can affect my RPing abilities.

In the past both of these things have negatively affected my ability (though to be fair I wasn't aware that either of those were problems I suffered with).

To be entirely honest, I'm still figuring out a lot about autism, about the way it affects my brain, about how it's both hurt and helped me in the past. I suppose the biggest thing I'm asking for is patience and mostly direct speech.

This post got long and a bit rambly. So the long and short of it is:

I sometimes struggle in group settings, especially where the focus becomes on the personal rather than a specific subject

I sometimes struggle with communication, including setting boundaries.

Due to masking I sometimes struggle with setting boundaries

I sometimes struggle (not autism this one but anxiety), with expectations I perceive people to have built up around me, especially when I am having a hard time.

Under the read more though there is a rambly post about struggling with rping and realisations I've had.... for those who want to read or are interested. If you have any questions too please feel free to message me.

Communication and masking are the biggest two things I have seen affect my roleplaying in the past, hence focusing on these.

Like many autistic people though I have things that run alongside my autism - anxiety, OCD, occasional depression and there's a high probability of ADHD. Whilst these have also contributed to certain breakdowns over the years I feel like the autism has been the biggest cause and now understanding it, I think, will stopped me getting burned out as easily.

COMMUNICATION & MASKING

Roleplaying is a communicative hobby - I know this, you know this. RPing requires communicating and building intricate relationships for characters with worlds and partners.

Where I struggle is when the focus switches from story to personal lives. I'm going to be direct here because it's the only way I know how to say this; I have loved every organic friendship that has come about because of tumblr and the tumblr roleplay community. However because of masking I have often put too high demands on myself or cultivated relationships where I feel I need to be available at all times. I have quickly burnt out. Because I didn't understand why I was so frustrated and upset with those relationships when they have broken down. I have disappeared or ended up alone.

I'm not just blaming my autism here, I hope that comes across. I take full responsibility for those breakdowns but the fact is I didn't understand what was happening to me.

Due to masking all my life I was unable to set proper boundaries and I began to struggle when people were talking to me about personal problems more than we were ever writing or talking about writing.

That probably sounds harsh. Writing is my special interest though and in some ways I guess it could be considered a stim. I love writing, it's all I want to do and plotting and talking about characters and headcanons and meta brought me so much joy.

I really struggled too because I felt like I wasn't being fair to people who were actively, clearly, trying to befriend me. I struggled in group settings when people tried to organize socials and even more so when there were chaotic games of cards against humanity.

Part of it was me not wanting to miss out and I absolutely could not keep up with a shedule of nights being up til 4am and then back awake for my job.

And this is where the potential ADHD comes in because inspite of all those things I LOVE a million threads, I love a million threads with different partners and with one partner. I love a million universes, I love building little universes in our corners of the internet. I love making friends and talking to people and my god if I like your character and you I will go to the ends of the earth for you. I'll help you and love on you and suggest a million threads.

That's intense right?

But see the problem is I then can't keep up that level on intensity and I burn out.

I also struggle with a strong sense of justice. I never thought I would say those words but it is now becoming abundantly clear to me that my strong sense of justice, that moral compass inside me has bitten me on the ass a few times for things that were relatively minor and that normal people can brush off.

Like I said I'm still figuring out a lot about my autism and how it impacts me in all areas of my life. Rp and writing is one of those areas I need to tease apart. It's not been as easy, as say, understanding how it effects my senses.

[okamirayne]

*a wild friend pops up behind you silently*

HI!

I'm almost done with OtC (I am realising I do indeed read very fast??? Wtf???) and have descended into a state of perpetual daydreaming about post war times

First though, HHU didn't make a liar of you, you did that yourself my friend! Not that I can blame you, who hasn't sat staring at a wall while imagining their favs or ocs suffer through unspeakable grief and pain without batting an eye? I know I have--

*pushes ocs back into the pain box and slams the lid*

--on occasion

Anyway, probably because of speeding through the series I dreamt about the boys last night and because I was thinking ahead Neji's whole self sacrifice came into play too so it was very vivid (almost scary)

It was like, ANBU went "we gotta check over the body cuz of how he died, maybe we'll learn something" and because of dream logic Neji's body ended up in the same place Shikamaru is and suddenly it was like "oh god, where's Nara, he was supposed to be out and restrained??? How the fuck did he end up in Hyuga's room and what the FUCK is that chakra he's channeling?!" and ANBU just stared in shock while Neji's body healed in front of their eyes until he drew a breath and Shikamaru just collapsed on him. They brought in Hanabi cuz Hinata was too emotionally distraught and Hanabi went whiter than a sheet." I l...don't know how but Nara somehow linked his own chakra into Neji-niisan's pathways. It's like a perfected edo tensei, as long as Nara's chakra keeps circulating...Niisan will live on as normal..."

Anyway, I've been awake since 4AM (really brain?!) thinking about this and now you shall have to suffer with me

*the Wild Friend poofs out of existence because she was a shadow clone*

*a wild friend pops up behind you silently* HI!

Jesus Christ. You Ninja ghost.

I'm almost done with OtC (I am realising I do indeed read very fast??? Wtf???)

First though, HHU didn't make a liar of you, you did that yourself my friend!

*reads the details of your dream*

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[beyond-dusk]

Ghost Adventures - Bobby Mackeys

A while ago I made a post criticizing the Bobby Mackey's episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved, and I cant believe that I haven't made a post about the Ghost Adventures episode set there. Thats actually where I first heard about Bobby Mackey and Pearl Bryan, when my AutoCAD teacher in high school put on Ghost Adventures in the background while we worked on the computers. This was back when my brain still had a part that was afraid of impossible things and I lost a lot of sleep that night because I was so terrified of ghosts. I killed that part of my brain in college so now I'm all about haunted stuff!

The classic haunting sign! This sign has been updated to a more modern one, but I prefer this one.

Okay, this jackass has no idea what hes talking about. Hes talking about the investigation into Pearl Bryan's murder and how blood hounds were used to track the killers scent. Hes saying that it was tracked to the building where Bobby Mackey's is now. That is completely false, all police activity reported in newpapers at the time said that the killers were tracked to a nearby reservoir but then they lost the scent. In fact, there's not a single contemporary source that directly ties this murder to Bobby Mackey's building.

To make things worse, he believes that the head was brought to the building to act as a sacrifice to the devil. Scott Jackson was not a satanist! He murdered Pearl because she was pregnant and wanted to keep the baby and marry him, and he wanted to abort it and cut off contact. He removed her head to prevent identification and it worked until her identity was proven by using her unique shoes.

His last blatant lie is that Scott Jackson swore on the gallows that he would haunt the area around Bobby Mackeys. A newspaper at the time reported that his last words were him still insisting he was innocent. Alonzo Walling said the same thing.

Okay, he makes another lie later in the episode where he repeats the legend of Johanna and her lover Robert Randall. In my research, there's no evidence of anything in the legend bring real. All the Johannas and Robert Randalls who died in the area during the 1930s were either very old or babies.

"We came in here one night, I was the first one down here. Right in this general location right here there was a satanic circle. It was glowing green." Dude, can you give me a bit of what you were smoking that night? I don't want to tear into people's personal stories but the claims of satanic activity happening just annoys the hell out of me.

Oh my god theres a staircase there?! I couldn't see that in any of the reference pictures I found! Thankfully I don't think I had to draw the room at that angle so its not really missing from the comic.

Someone claims that Pearl died at 3am, which is considered the witching hour, but theres no solid proof of that. She died between 10pm Friday night (it was raining until then and she was dry when her body was found) and 4am (she was dead at least 4 hours when she was found at 8am). So its possible, but no proof.

So here is what I've been excited to address, the mysterious pipe! So part of my research involved looking at Sanborn Fire Insurance Maps, which show structures across cities and towns going back over a hundred years. I have a fire map from 1894, two years before Pearl Bryan's murder, and it shows both the slaughterhouse and all the pipes in the area.

There is no pipe coming out of Bobby Mackey's. There IS a pipe coming out of the distillery that was there. I have maps going into the 1940s that show no pipe connected to the building. I'm not 100% sure that the pipe is the one in the distillery, but a pipe that large would show up on a map like this.

So Zak is saying that the caretaker found a piece of a skull while digging up the well? This is the first I've heard of that. Did he hand it over to the police? What happened to it? They do not answer this in the show. You would think they would elaborate on this.

So theyre claiming that these are blood stains under their black light, but blood shows up black under black light unless they spray luminol fluid. A LOT of fluids glow under black light, including sweat, spit, urine, and other non-biological stuff like tonic water, whiteners, laundry detergent, and vaseline.

Conclusion: I know this show purposefully played up the spookiness for the viewer, I just like directly addressing things with evidence and truth. You can enjoy shows like this, just keep in mind they exaggerate a lot and shouldn't be taken too seriously.

And a message to Douglas Hensley: Fuck you, Scott Jackson wasn't a satanist and he killed Pearl to get rid of her and their baby so he wouldn't have to marry her.

[trashquisitor-shirozora]

4AM thoughts while I decide if I should sleep on this chapter and then post, or post the chapter and then sleep (better sleep on it first and then do a final read before post):

was a reason ever given for the NR's bizarre attempt at Operation Paperclip? becuase I was watching this short podcast ep talking about sarin nerve gas and the host brought up the Cold War being the rationale for Operation Paperclip, and I didn't see any episode reactions speculating on whether or not there was a threat that necessitated rehabbing ex-Imps. I saw reactions talking about how the NR rehabbed Imps while also destroying their tech? huh? so the NR was doing Operation Paperclip out of the goodness of their hearts? I mean, I guess??? personally, I would've thrown them all into a floating prison because fuck 'em but I'm not the one who destroyed the NR in the Sequel Trilogy in a shitty attempt to recreate the conditions that set up ANH, what the fuck do I know?

HEAR ME OUT. my brain connected some dots. it's just me and my personal experiences with the Captain America movies, which were what really got me going in the MCU for a while but listen

I keep thinking about the speculations about what will happen in Season 3 and all the fics and arts and headcanons people spun for 2 years, and what is actually happening on Season 3, and it feels so much like what people were writing and drawing and headcanoning post-CATWS and what actually fucking happened (AoU, CACW, the Infinity Saga). I'm not just talking about the shipping, btw. I am very much talking about Din's journey throughout the first 2 seasons and the gravity of the end of Season 2..... and how it turned into a fucking joke. It was such a fucking letdown. I feel like a fucking clown for thinking Favloni (and Favreau especially) would actually do something meaningful with it.

I refuse to watch CACW out of principle and the Infinity Saga also out of principle. Wiki the summaries? Haven't done that. Everything I know I got from gifs and posts. I know straight up fuck all about the plots of these movies, but I know enough about how Steve Rogers' story ends and boy was that a disappointment. I get why his story ended, but how it ended sounds like a fucking spice dream. Of all the things, that's the ending they chose? lol k

to all the people claiming that 3rd episode was Mando's "Andor episode", no it fucking wasn't. it sounds like a fart of an attempt at a political/world-building episode with none of Andor's dedication to understanding what the fuck they're doing. maybe they had no choice but to set up the NR as corrupt, useless, incompetent, unable to outlast the Empire! maybe it's meant to mimic the more recent post-WWII/Cold War histories (I won't speculate here because I'm not well-versed in this department), but this coming on the heels of Andor... what the hell kind of sunrise was the Rebellion fightting for? are we really saying the Rebellion was fighting for a filler republic that Disney will burn away to make a better, cooler government run by..... who the fuck knows? nobody wants to do the hard job of building and rebuilding after a war. might as well just wait another 40 years for another Empire wannabe to blow up an entire star system and reboot the conflict for the next generation I guess????

no this season isn't going the way I expected because i wanted more out of Din. but honestly, it was the attempt to bring back IG-11 that turned me off the whole thing. fucking disgusting. let things die, favloni. they deserve to rest.

[dearsunrise12]

I have been sick to my stomach for days

Coming from a 4-month long unemployment made me realize hOW IMPORTANT HAVING A STABLE INCOME IS. My job hunt journey is for another story though. I've been working with this wonderful company for a little over 4 months now and everything still feels like a dream. It baffles me that I could earn a living doing silly little things that I used to do only on my free time ever since I developed the ability to work with pen and paper. As ecstatic as that makes me, of course, the little shadow of anxiety and self doubt slowly lurk at the back of my head, until it finally dominated my well-being.

It felt like I was so aware of how important this job is for me and I somehow equate it to a life and death situation [which on some level, it is] if ever I mess up even just a little. For four months, I have only just wing my way to everything. My colleagues are very lovely, however. They were so patient and even gave me assurance even if I don't ask. Their words comfort me just enough to get me through one shift. Then the next work-day, the voices are back:

"Holy shit you're doing everything wrong they must be talking about your errors behind your bank boo hoo you"

The maddening impostor syndrome shouts so loud even in my sleep that I haven't had a decent rest for weeks. A few days ago, I was even hysterically craving for random food at 4am and waking up with an infuriating stomach ache that later led to a fever. My parents thought it was because of something I ate. I couldn't bring myself to tell them that it's all because of stress.

I would say though, I've become pretty good at dealing with these negative thoughts and emotions. I could always take a break to compose myself and get back to work again, even if I have to do that a few times a day, as long as I get work done.

What's really bothering me is that I've been in such a good place (mentally) for so long. Those four months really altered a part of my brain chemistry, and not in a good way. For 3 years, the corporate job felt like a warm blanket that protects me from any adulthood challenge that may befall me. Everything was in place, although I was not as fulfilled. And I thought having a job like what I have now, I'll be able to keep all the good things I had before only this time with a sense of fulfillment. Sadly, it brought me back to a place where all of my insecurities about my skills and worth resurfaces.

I hope that by the next few blog posts, I'll be typing a happier and more progressive outcome.

For now, I'll work on pulling my shit together. Byie.

[blackbird-brewster]

I've had the worst fucking migraine since last night. Came on suddenly (probably brought on by PME) and kept me awake until nearly 4am simply bc of pain, until my meds finally knocked me out for a few hours.

I was hellbent on getting CH 3 of CTTF posted today (I did), so I spent all this morning editing, which admittedly was not helpful to be staring at my laptop for hours. It also took twice as long as usual bc the migraine was slowing down brain function

All my usual methods of relief (caffeine, meds, CBD, masturbating) haven't helped ease the pain at all. 😑😩 Womp Womp.

This sucks.

[dreaminpeaches]

Humble Pie Concept: Hereau Timeline

Okay so its 4am when I came up with this concept it was too hot for me to sleep so forgive me, if it's sound too weird.

Okay, so what if Beau never met Beau (walk with me to this pier before you throw me off), but instead Beau met Hera...

Hera is character from my other blog , but she exists in Humble Pie, as a famous all star athlete. She's not only know for being a talented athlete but also a beautiful athlete as well. Beau knows of Hera and is a semi fan of hers, her poster was one of the only ones he didn't take down when he was redoing his room. Anyways, Hera is also known be to a very cool and spicy athlete often called the Mona Lisa of sports because she never smiles in pictures and she has a very cool girl, competitive and cocky persona in public. But in actuality, Hera is a nervous wreck whose real dream is to break from her cool girl persona and become a cutesy idol girl.

Where as Bonnie and Beau are interesting as couple for how different they are, Hera and Beau are interesting for how similar they are, both trying to break from personas, that they made for themselves out of protect and want to be a more honest verison of themselves, and I could see them help each other through it.

Beau and Hera's relationship is more mellow than Beau's and Bonnie's chaotic relationship, like for example, Bonnie won't really have the patience to go fishing with Beau--like just watching him fish, but Hera wouldn't be really mind it, she would actually find it really calming, and would enjoy watching Beau along with playing with the cats near by.

Beau is less snarky with Hera and more gentle because Hera can be really hard on herself when she makes the slightest mistakes, and tends to fall into stress loops.

While in Beau and Bonnie's relationship, Bonnie is the one usually to make Beau laugh and cheer him up, in Hera and Beau's relationship, Beau is the one to make Hera laugh and is more goofy with her. Mostly because Hera doesn't rub it in like Bonnie does, like when Beau acts goofy around Beau too much for too long , Bonnie is basically like "You like Krabby Patties don't you, Squidward?" If you know what mean, but Hera is more is more like "Thanks, I need that" and doesn't mention again in mocking or teasing way.

Beau and Hera also have a few more things in common, they both like sports (duh) and they both grew up with fathers who weren't the best dads outside of sports. Hera's father wasn't nearly as physically abusive as Beau's dad, he was more neglectful and ignored Hera anytime she wasn't talking about or practicing some type of sport, Hera's dad secretly wanted a son and kind of was depressed when he found out Hera was a girl, and ever since she could walk he always pushed her to more masculine interest than feminine, he would completely ignore her if she wanted to show her dad and new song and dance she made up in her favorite Ariel dress but she would have his undivided attention if she finally prefected her volleyball serve. Bonnie never knew her father because everytime she would ask her mom what he was like she would say "He was a useless p@#$ who couldn't handle my energy, so I got rid of him", Bonnie's mom would as end the conversation there never really elaborating any further.

How Beau and Hera meet is basically the same how Bonnie and Beau met, but with Hera the meeting has a more 90/80s sitcom feel like "All Star Athlete, Hera Grace? What are you doing here?" But less sitcom y because Hera as a nervous breakdown at the same time her car broke down. So, not only is Beau trying to help fix her car, but is also trying to comfort Hera, while at the same time trying figure out what is All Star Athlete, Hera Grace doing in his small town driving a beat up car.

At first, Hera tells Beau that's she just in town for vacation...

Beau: "So, out of all the places you could go as All Star Athlete, Hera Grace, you chose a small southern town?"

Hera: "I guess I just like the humble aesthetic... heh heh.."

Beau:" Okay.."

Beau (internally): Grandma was right, famous people are weird..

Beau and Hera continue to meet to work on Hera's car, and people don't recognize Hera because (a. Small town folk wouldn't really believe some one THAT famous would just plop into town (b. Using superman logic, Hera wears sunglasses so nobody can recognize her. So yes, Beau and Hera are sunglasses stunting couple 😎😎

Anyways, Beau and Hera start spending more time together and get closer, there is that scene where Hera walks in on Beau playing and being goofy with his siblings, but since Hera isnt as teasing as Bonnie, Beau doesn't feel as embarrassed about it.

There is a moment where Beau walks in on Hera doing a Disney number in one of her cute idol dress, she has another breakdown when she realizes Beau is watching, Beau comforts her again, and that's when Hera reveals that she actually made a deal with her father that if she can at least start her idol career in a year, then she could quit her athlete career and become an idol full time. The reason why she came to Beau's town because all the big city entertainment and music companies literally shut the door in Hera's face, Hera suspect that her dad was behind it and was purposely making harder for her since he wasn't going to help out at all with her idol career, which is why he gave her the best up car, there's a small but ambitious entertainment company in Beau's town looking to start an idol group and since it's not connected to a big company Hera felt like she actually had a chance. Hera begs Beau to keep this a secret and she isn't ready to go public with it.

Hera: "Please, keep this a secret, if-if anyone finds out, I'll--ill--"

Beau: "Hey! hey! It's okay, I know what it's like to keep a secret, but at least yours is actually really cute.."

Hera:" (Blush) heh...heh.. thank you, that really means alot to me, Beau"

While Bonnie's hyperfixation is mascots, Hera are idols, idol culture, Idol anime shows/games, and Disney. She often info dumps about Idol stuff while helping Beau work on the car.

Hera: "Oh! Oh, there's this another idol group I like called Arashi, they're were the first idol group I ever seen, and they have this one song that oozes sparkle energy, and they're still really cute and fun despite being kind of old for idols, and --oh, I'm sorry, rambling again.."

Beau: "No, no, it's fine, you smile for real when you talk about that stuff, I like it.."

Hera: "(blushes) UMMMM!..okay, so where was I-- oh, yeah.."

For money, Hera works at a cat cafe, she was gonna work at the same maid cafe Bonnie did but Hera was still shy about preforming in front others on the spot like that, so she picked the cat cafe that was two stores down, she also coaches softball at the local rec center.

Hera is no where near as flirtatious as Bonnie, since Hera spent most of her life practicing sports, and trying to literally win her dad's affection, she didn't really think about boys in a romantic sense, although she is comfortable around guys platonically, Beau was the first guy to treat Hera like a normal girl, not one of the guys or a sports goddess, just a normal girl, Hera is used to being call Beautiful or Sexy, but when Beau calls her Cute, she considers that flirting.

Since Hera is so used to holding masculine energy and qualities and being praised and recognized for it, it's nice to allow herself to be more feminine and being recognized and complimented for it.

While Beau is more sparing but loving with his kisses with Bonnie . With, Hera he uses his kisses to comfort her and/or to stop her from falling into stress/aniexty loop, usually holding her or hugging her or at least holding her hand and say "It's Okay", "I'm here", "Don't worry about it"

Okay, that's about all I have to say for this timeline/AU, I still love both Beaunnie and Hereau equally, I like Beaunnie for it's chaotic energy, I like Hereau for it's neutral good energy, I like both Bonnie and Hera, we can stan multiple queens in this household thank you very much...

[youthflight]

peter pronouncing harry’s name as ‘hairy’

[limerenze]

the pucey family - adrian pucey

not an ‘adrian pucey x reader’ fic

masterlist

Summary; the pucey family, as told by me

Word Count; 1.7k

A/N; i doubt anyoneeee cares but it’s 2am(when i started, it’s now 4am and i just finished)

and i’m bored so this is adrian’s family that i headcannon in my brain that i use for his background in all my fics (if his family tree comes up) explained!!

these details are the ones i use in my own fics and u will find them mentioned and sprinkled throughout my adrian stories

i am sharing it because this is how my brain works and i put so much thought into it and there’s absolutely no way any fic i write will need this much detail about adrian’s family life- so it would be such a shame for me to be the only one to every see it.

i think ive said this before but i have no idea if adrian has like a fanon backstory thats widely accepted among adrian stans, but these are just my headcannons (some of which are developed by other headcannons ive read) and it’s all for fun- plus it helps me when i’m writing my adrian fics! so!

this is heavily based on/inspired/developed by this post by @lilyswh0re,

i started this when i was writing invisible string and i developed most of it in the writing process of that but it’s been adjusted and developed since

Date Written: January 12, 2022

also this is unedited

Adger Pucey was born October 18th, 1948 to a wealthy pureblood couple.

Marce Gray was born February 6th, 1951, again- to a wealthy pureblood couple.

And in June of 1970, Adger (age 22) and Marce (age 19) were married as per an arranged marriage.

It wasn’t that the Pucey and Gray families forced the two into marriage. However, it was not uncommon in the pureblood wizarding world.

They two were both in Slytherin house at Hogwarts and although Adger found the younger girl to be sweet and sometimes annoying, he grew to love her.

As a first year, Marce had a terrible crush on the older boy- and as she grew up she grew out of it. And she was dumbfounded when her mother brought the subject of him up during her seventh year.

“He’s still unwed, you know?” her mother told her one day in the summer of ‘68. “He’ll need to marry someone like them. And soon, i expect”

“You mean someone like us, mother?” Marce replied while sipping on her tea. “You’ve never been too gifted in subtlety”

After a snarky comment about being respectful to your mother, the two women seemingly dropped the subject.

However the Pucey and Gray family played Adger and Marce like puppets on a string.

And it worked.

The two met just a few weeks later and began to fall in love, and the families acted as if the two youngsters had done it all on their own.

So yeah. It was an arranged marriage. But Adger and Marce didn’t have an inkling of knowledge about it, of course.

And they were far too busy dancing and laughing and kissing during their wedding to notice their parents sly smirks at eachother from across the luxurious banquet hall.

They had a spring wedding. Spring of 1970. It was June, so it wasn’t a true spring wedding. Truthfully, the couple couldn’t settle on a season.

Adger wanted a summer wedding, but Marce had her heart set on a spring wedding since she knew what a wedding was.

And so they compromised.

Just as they always did, and how they always continued to do.

Adger and Marce Pucey were happy together.

And on October 2, 1992- Marce gave birth to twin baby girls.

Hazel Fia and Maeve Nola Pucey.

The two were wild. Absolute menaces. And to make it worst, utterly identical.

Both strapped with long, wavy jet black hair. Eyes of fiery coal and wicked smiles.

The couple didn’t know what to do with them, and couldn’t even think about having more children until the twins of terror would learn to tone it all down.

And that was a terrible mistake.

Because 5 years later, on January 16, 1978. Their baby brother was born.

Adrian Vance Pucey.

Adrian was- appearance wise, unmistakably a Pucey. Through and through.

His hair just as jet black, his eyes just as dark and intimidating.

However, unlike the twins- Adrian was calm. He was calm and contained, even as a baby.

The Pucey couple saw it as a blessing.

Some good karma for having to manage the twins for all those years.

Adrian was a blessing.

But alas, all good things must come to an end. Because as soon as the terror twins noticed that their baby brother was no longer fragile and made of glass- their chaos began again- at the expense of little Adrian’s peace.

And all the time and energy Adger and Marce had spent- keeping their daughters safe and at bay, was now being put into insuring that their daughters didn’t torment or harm their angel of a son.

And after all the crying and the arguing and the mess that the 3 Pucey children started.

Adger and Marce swore they wouldn’t have another child.

And it wasn’t until after their youngest daughter was born- would that become true.

Because on June 30, 1984- the Pucey family was completed with the addition of Lilith Dale Pucey.

Lilith was as if someone had taken, Hazel, Maeve and Adrian and mixed them together in a magic pot.

She had the same wild and wavy black locks. The same exact dark pits for eyes.

And all the Pucey children had one more feature in common that the couple hadn’t noticed until Lilith was born.

They all had the same pink hue that was permanently flushed over their high cheekbones- clashing with their translucent skin.

A trait that was undoubtedly inherited from Marce.

Growing up, Adrian tried to channel his older sisters energy to give Lilith even a fraction of the childhood he got. But he couldn’t.

You see, in the fall of ‘84, the Pucey twins were off to Hogwarts. Adrian was only six years old, Lilith only a few months.

They weren’t around to torment the baby as often as they did Adrian. And no matter how much Adrian tried, no matter how badly he wanted to want it. Adrian loved Lilith. And all he wanted to do was protect her.

Adrian missed his older sisters when they were away. He went from dealing with them everyday of his life to cherishing the few and far between time he got to spend with them.

June would roll around and they would step off the train, clad in green and silver- trunks trailing behind them. And Adrian would be there waiting for them. Lilith safe on Adger’s hip in the chaos of Platform 9 3/4.

And the second he caught a glimpse of them, he was gone. He was bolting towards them and not stopping until he collided with their legs.

And the twins would smile with glee, tears threatening to leak from their eyes as they hugged their baby brother they missed so dearly.

It was summer of 1989 when Adrian got his Hogwarts letter. He knew it was coming, of course he did- but that didn’t make it any less exciting.

The pressure Adrian felt that summer loomed over his head like a grey, stormy cloud.

The pressure to be sorted into Slytherin. To don the green and silver tie that his entire family did before him.

And that grey cloud didn’t go away until he was sitting on the stool with the Sorting Hat on his head.

Adrian was far down on the list of first years to be sorted. And he watched as each of his classmate’s faces broke into a smile when the hat called out their house.

Adrian did not break into a smile, not at first.

No, when the Sorting Hat called for the boy to be a Slytherin- his shoulders dropped in relief and a breath he didn’t know he had been holding was let out.

He thought about how cool it would be to be in one of the other three houses. But Adrian knew it simply wasn’t logical.

So, he didn’t smile until he looked over at the Slytherin table and saw his older sisters clapping and screaming and whistling.

He couldn’t miss them. Not when it was the loudest roar of cheering that any of the first years got.

Even a few students from other tables were cheering, Adrian recognized them as his sister’s friends.

Adrian cheeks were bright red- rather than their normal soft pink, as he walked over to Slytherin table.

His sisters gave him a bone crushing hug before he took his seat and a few of the other Slytherin students shook his hand.

And for the five years after that until Lilith would be sorted- all the thought about was ensuring she had as warm of a welcome as he did.

The twins would be long graduated by the time Lilith would start at Hogwarts so Adrian knew it was up to him.

Adrian got everything sorted with his Slytherin house mates on the Hogwarts Express in the fall of 1994. Adrian’s fifth year.

“Listen, twats” Adrian started with his dormmates. “My sister is going to be sorted during the feast. And you lot need to make as much noise as possible”

Miles Bletchley and Terence Higgs shared a glance.

“Why?” Cassius quirked. They all knew Lilith, they loved Lilith. And of course they would all cheer her on.

“Because she’s nervous as bullocks and I had to convince her to sit anywhere else but here so I can plan this” Adrian sighed. “Will you help me?”

Adrian didn’t know what he would do if they said no. His entire plan was based on them saying yes. And they did.

“Of course we bloody will, isn’t that right?” Graham answered for the group, to which they all nodded.

So that was that, and it didn’t take much convincing for the remainder of the Slytherin Quidditch team to be on board.

And Adrian knew with that small fraction of Slytherin house cheering as loud as they could- the rest would follow suit.

Just hours later, Professor Mcgonagall stood before an army of first years with a scroll as the entire school watched.

“Pucey comma Lilith!” she called out and Adrian watched intently as his little sister emerged from the crowd and walked up the stairs. He could almost see her hands trembling.

She didn’t hide her nerves well as the hat was placed on her head. And she definitely couldn’t hide the shocked expression when it shouted out “Hufflepuff!”

Adrian was stunned. He could’ve sworn the hall was silent, but from across the room he could see members of Hufflepuff house standing to cheer her on.

It wasn’t until Cassius nudged his shoulder did he notice that Lilith was looking in his direction. And from the corner of his eye he could see Graham and Miles standing to cheer and clap as well.

They were getting strange looks from the other Slytherin’s, but they couldn’t care.

And Adrian didn’t either. So as he watched Lilith walk over to the Hufflepuff table- he too rose to his feet.

He brought two fingers up to his mouth to blow a sharp whistle between them and the five Slytherin boys cheered louder than they ever had for little Pucey.

They cheered louder than all of Hufflepuff house combined. And they didn’t stop cheering until Dumbledore had to intervene and put a stop to it so the sorting ceremony could continue.

The Pucey family was as tight knit as they came, and the love they had for each other was immense.

Sometimes they were bad at showing it, but they all knew.

They all always knew.

-

author’s note: OH MY GOD???? THIS WAS TOTALLY SUPPOSED TO BE A BLURB/HC LIST AND INSTEAD IT BECAME THIS???

I DONT KNOW I AM SORRY OKAY IM NOT GONNA TAG MY TAGLIST BC ITS NOT REALLY A FIC BUT HERE U GO ANYWAYS

to sum it all up LMAO (that should say Lilith not Lillian bye it’s 4:34am)

[jessie-writes-things]

Sunrise Is Underrated: Frankie Morales

Decided to try and do a mini fluff series comprised of flash fiction posted throughout the day. Here's the first piece!

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Neutral Reader

Words: 400

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mental health, recovery (not graphic at all)

Summary: Frankie trying his best and doing great at it.

Mini series masterlist.

Frankie was trying to be more proactive in his recovery and you loved that.

Waking up to him getting out of bed at 4am, not so much.

He’d always try to sooth you back to sleep, rubbing you back and murmuring soft words until you stop stirring. But bed was never the same without him. It was too cold, too spacious, reminding you of when he used to go away for long periods of time and you just hated it.

It wasn’t long until you were dragging yourself out of bed, visiting the bathroom before padding your way outside where you knew he would be.

Summer had always been Frankie’s favourite time of year. The early morning breeze was a comfort, the trees that outlined the woods at the bottom of the garden rustling gently. Early morning birds sing in the distance, slowly beginning to wake up themselves. Pinks and oranges and reds painted the sky, mixed with stars that hadn’t yet faded.

You pulled yourself further into the hoodie you had grabbed in your sleepy faze. Shuffling along the deck, you plonked yourself down on the swing chair, a slightly too cold coffee placed in your hands upon contact.

Art supplies dotted the small coffee table. An extra sketchbook. A few packets of those fancy pencils you had brought Frankie for his birthday. Some paints that hadn't been opened yet.

Usually, he was very protective over his work, not letting you see it until it was done if at all. Every time you tried to sneak a peek over his shoulder, Frankie would quickly turn away and claim something absurd that he wasn’t a good artist which was bullshit. You’ve seen some of his works from high school hanging in his mother’s house, he was great!

That morning he didn’t seem to care as much. Frankie let you peek over his shoulder at his page, a mess of pastel colours blended together perfectly to match the colours of the sky. Some faint pencil lines were dotted about, some rubbed out, outlines of trees and a few rogue birds scattered in the foreground.

‘I woke up happy today.’ He explained, voice was still rough with sleep, but you could hear a smile creeping through all of that, ‘It doesn’t happen a lot. I wanted to remember it.’

Your brain was still not working at full capacity. Not knowing what to say, you planted yourself against him, cheek smushed into his shoulder as you watched Frankie work on his happy piece.