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Tread Carefully ~ S.S.
Request: “Stiles x male reader, reader getting hurt trying to protect stiles from a werewolf” by anon
Word Count: 1400+
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Stiles had been harboring a crush on Lydia Martin for as long as he could remember. Even longer than Scott had known about it; and that was ages. So when he actually became friends with her, he'd thought he'd had a chance.
And then she'd dated Allison.
If he was honest, Stiles really hadn't ever considered that before. I mean yeah, he knew about queer people. But every time he brought it up, people had brushed it off and dismissed it. Stiles especially just wasn't - according to everyone. So he had never thought about it, until his old crush became one of his best friends and then she was taking about it all the time. Telling him about how happy she was, and when he asked, about how she'd realized she was into women. And suddenly he realized something he'd never considered before: he'd one hundred percent had a crush on Scott when they were kids.
He didn't tell anyone for a long time. Well, anyone but Lydia. She was a fantastic confidante and an even better secret keeper. And she was good at keeping Stiles' sexuality a secret... until he developed a crush on her brother.
Y/n Martin was very different than his sister. They were a unit, they always had been, but where Lydia leaned into expectation to make herself popular and as perfect as possible, Y/n had leaned away from it. He didn't have a lot of friends, outside of the kids in the programming club, and some people he'd met over the internet. He was the type that knew high school was stupid, and thought that made him a little bit cooler than everyone else.
Stiles thought he was awesome. Y/n was putting as little effort into school as possible, focused less on college and more on learning to program and prepping himself to just do that forever. He was smart, which meant he knew that school didn't actually teach you anything you needed to know - as long as you knew what you were heading into. He often talked Lydia's ear off about how school was just preparing you to be part of the machine of society, and rolled his eyes when Lydia tried to get him into a "better outfit" or take him shopping.
But that was actually why Stiles liked him. They had math together, and Y/n made jokes under his breath and talked about how stupid it all was, and then leaned over and gave him pointers and help with the work in a way he could actually understand. He never ran out of patience and didn't find Stiles' burst of energy or hard time focusing or burn out annoying. He encouraged Stiles and hyped him up and when he did a good job and Y/n was leaning over his shoulder grinning at him, whispering compliments to him and joking about having to reward him one of these days, Stiles couldn't help but think that all he wanted in that moment was to kiss him.
Lydia picked up on it too fast. She was at first a little hesitant, making Stiles promise this wasn't about her, because her brother deserved better than being a replacement, but Stiles promised that wasn't it. And he proved it too, even if the pining looked the same. He talked to Y/n and became friends with him and fought against werewolves and other big-bads, and they bonded over being the only two just-humans on the team, but Stiles never reached out to him to tell him how he felt. Stiles didn't want anything from Y/n that he didn't want to offer; which was sweet except Lydia wanted to see her best friend and her brother happy.
So what was she to do except play match maker?
Her butting in was helping, too. Y/n was telling her all the time now about how he liked Stiles, how well they got along, all the stuff they were doing together. About his eyes and his smile and his laugh and how brave he was. About how they made so many plans together and learned to trust each other. About how nice his voice was, and how they studied together and often fell asleep late into the night and woke up next to each other.
And yet... it took Y/n almost dying for either of them to do anything about it.
It was a shit storm like all the others they had to live through. A battle, injuries all around, and Stiles and Y/n trying to find each other because this time they'd gotten separated. It was never good when those two got separated, they were both idiots.
Something that showed more than ever when Y/n rushed into the room, saw Stiles being cornered by a werewolf, and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was a faceless beast at this point, mind controlled by a spell that a witch had cast. She was making their lives hell, and this was only the most recent of poor bastards that had been mind controlled and sent their way. The only way to break the spell was to find the object that mattered to them most and destroy it. This worked because the witch had to cast the spell on such an object, and destroying it broke the spell. But she was aware of this, so she often sent her subjects after whoever found or had the object at the moment.
And right now, that person was Y/n.
So the werewolf turned, getting on all fours and shooting after the teenager, who's eyes went wide as he turned sharply and began barreling down the hallway as quickly as he could. It was a ploy to save Stiles' life, and it was a good one, but it couldn't last forever. The werewolf swiped at him, sending him flying one way and the thing he was carrying flying the other way. Derek arrived that moment, having been tied up before, and managed to fight the creature off while Stiles scrambled onto the scene and burned the object.
It was over.
But the damage had been done.
The pack brought them to Deaton, who immediately launched into stitching the poor boy up and lathering something on him to fight infection and help him heal faster. Then they were all left to simply wait and hope Y/n would wake up. He still had a heartbeat, but shock had hit his system and he still might not make it. A lot of blood lost, a really bad concussion...
Stiles of course never left Y/n's side. Y/n woke up to the boy asleep on his little make shift hospital bed, head on Y/n's leg, holding his hand. Y/n smiled, exhausted and sore and feeling like shit, but unable to deny that Stiles still looked adorable when he was asleep. Y/n ran his hand through Stiles' hair and the boy jolted up. "Oh." He blinked sleep out of his eyes, rubbing his face and shaking his head to clear it. "Hey."
Y/n laughed. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty," Y/n joked. His voice croaked from disuse and he flinched. "Jesus I sound like I died."
Stiles' smile withered. "You almost did."
There was silence at that. They couldn't meet each others' eyes, couldn't pass that stiffness and awkwardness. Neither of the boys were good with silence and always tried to scramble to crack jokes or entertain or cheer up, but Stiles' bluntness had shattered that. And it was kind of nice. Vulnerable.
"Stiles," Y/n began. "I... liked you." He sighed, shoulders dropping. "Like, really really like you. And I know it might ruin everything, and I don't want you to say you like me back because I almost died. I don't even need you to say anything right now, just, know I like you. And everyone knows you've always liked my sister but-"
At that, Stiles broke. He caught Y/n's face between his hand and pulled him into a kiss. They both sighed, smiling into it, and all the unspoken things seemed to be understood without any of the words needing to be said. They often communicated like this, with just an understanding, and no need for specifics or long rants. Leaning their foreheads together, Stiles still did say one thing. "I like you too." They both laughed, and all the tension melted away from both of them.
"Maybe next time you two need to talk about your feelings, one of you doesn't need to die for it?" Lydia sassed from the doorway. The boys parted, blushing, as she tackled her brother in a hug. But all of them laughed, and for now all of them were okay, and that... that could be enough. After all, they still had a witch to kill.
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Male Readers: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz @fadedver
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MICK SCHUMACHER MASTERLIST
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― ✦ SERIES
king of my heart: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he threw caution carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.
― ✦ SOCIAL MEDIA AU
I don't wanna be your ex (f): Y/n and Mick used to be the golden couple in the paddock, that’s why the internet went wild when they announced their breakup. Imagine how they reacted when Y/n dropped a song about not wanting to be his ex. Would the couple have any hope of getting back together?
sunshine (f): In which Mick starts dating an earthy/spiritual girl who just loves nature and good energy.
it was always you (f): Mick and Yn decided to stay friends after breaking off their two years relationship, but it seems like things weren’t that broken. Maybe having the same friend circle and seeing each other all the time meant that things were never really over.
angels like you (a): They say misery loves company, maybe that’s why Yn accidentally made Mick miserable too.
super shy (f): The one where your boyfriend is your biggest fan to the point of turning his account into a fan account or something of the sort. Or, Mick and Yn’s relationship through the years
go shawty (f): Every year Yn gets Mick a unique birthday cake. This year she’s ready to surprise the internet and her boyfriend again.
― ✦ BLURBS
I regret meeting you (a)
Say it again (f)
Friends don't (f)
I think I'm in love (f)
Speak now (a)
Light's on (f)
Suck it (s)
All mine (s)
Morning light (f)
Schatzi (f)
― ✦ REGULAR IMAGINES
our baby Angie (f): What happens when Mick refers to you as Angie's mom?
rosy cheeks, salty hair, warm bodies (s): After finally matching their schedules and booking a trip together, Yn and Mick decide to go to Mallorca for a well-deserved break. The fact that they went weeks without seeing one another and the tension around the hot weather and beach garments only helped build the momentum in which her boyfriend would absolutely ruin her in bed.
cherry (s): Mick has an idea while lying in bed during a lazy weekend, and Yn is more than ready to oblige.
suit testing (s): Yn decides to tease Mick until he gives up and takes her against the bathroom door while still wearing his racing suit.
an avid learner (s): Mick has been nothing but an attentive lover since they started dating, what Yn didn’t know was that he would be even more attentive in bed. It’s their first time having sex, and Mick is an eager learner, he’s set to make sure Yn forgets she ever dated someone before him.
banana pancakes (f): Mick is used to racing cars and living at high speed, but lazy rainy mornings with you are his favorite. Cuddling in bed, making banana pancakes, and listening to the rain fall down while swinging together on the front porch, no travel or circuit beats these moments.
love sips (s): Some bad moments leave the feeling that your whole day was destroyed. Sometimes, all you need to navigate life’s ups and downs is someone to remember you that bad events don’t equal a bad day, Yn decides on a very peculiar approach to remind herself that, and Mick, her boyfriend, is happy to help.
god is a woman (s): Making out in bed never felt this deep and heart-stopping, but dating Mick and having him love you is a full experience of being a goddess. Your hips were his altar, and he would swear to everyone that God is a woman because you’re it to him.
call me obsessed (s): Everyone talks about how good it is to date someone who’s exactly like you, but Mick has been finding it hard to believe, especially when his girlfriend has the same sunshine energy as him. The problem? Too many friendly flirts around her. And though he’s not a jealous guy, he finds himself ready to praise her and prove to her that he’s the only one. You can say he’s obsessed.
twisted love (a): The rule is clear for all celestial beings: to love the Almighty beyond everything. They can’t share the feeling. It is perpetually prohibited for angels to get fond of humans, especially the protector angels. They are the ones who will follow their human on earth and protect each one. Those Angels and the humans are the same pairing throughout time. Mick watched Yn die and come to life in different forms each period, and he fell - in love, and from Heaven. Years after searching for Yn, he found her again and he’s ready to get what’s his.
I'll always take care of you (f): The flu caught you out of the blue and completely unprepared, good thing you have your boyfriend around to take care of you.
to build a home (f)✷: Mick and Yn are used to sharing everything, and always spending time with each other. However, they didn’t notice that things got easier because they ended up pilling some things in one house. His place is theirs now, but the same happened with her place. It only takes their respective siblings one look to figure out the whole situation. Will it scare them, or will they finally move in together?
die from a broken heart (a/f): After a fight with Mick, your secret boyfriend, you find yourself crying in your father’s arms, and it won’t take much for Toto to connect the dots. The thing is: what is going to happen when he finally does?
― ✦ CONCEPTS
college!mick (masterlist)
― ✦ HEADCANONS
♡ how mick is as a boyfriend ● part 02
♡ aftercare with mick
♡ how mick is as a husband
♡ baby making season
♡ size kink
♡ breeding kink
♡ mick dating a black girl
♡ fighting with mick
♡ choking kink
♡ NSFW alphabet
♡ mick dating a desi girl
♡ mick dating a korean girl
♡ mick dating a girl with anxiety
♡ mick dating a latina
♡ mick dating a K-pop idol
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this might seem some stupid teenage problem to you but how do i deal with my friends having boyfriends and girlfriends while im just depressingly lonely as hell? i mean we still talk but im just scared that they'll just pay more attention to theie boyfriends and girlfriends coz they did that the last time we went to our friend's house for karaoke. its not a bad thing to pay attention to boyfriends and girlfriends but sometimes i just feel left out. plus my friends used to joke abt me being single when i already feel like shit because im single and the only relationship i had was with a boy that i literally regretted to get together with bc he wasn't even a decent person to me. they don't make jokes like that anymore when i had enough and told them to stop it. idk if im being clingy at all but its like i just feel left out coz last time we went to have karaoke at my friend's house some of them just straight up pay more attention to their boyfriends and girlfriends and idk i just feel left out mostly bc it kinda feels like i have no one to talk to atp. again im not saying it's a bad thing but how can i stop feeling left out? and why's being gay kinda hard? most of my friends r in hetero relationships and they had it easy. the only relationship i had was with my toxic childhood friend who wasn't a decent person. plus everytime i like a girl, either they're lgbtq+ but just like boys more, straight or a piece of shit. why's it so hard for me to have a girlfriend? is it because im ugly? awkward? too introverted? or maybe the fact that i kinda suck at socializing bc i literally dont socialize alot? everything always goes wrong for me in my love life while my friends have it easy. im sorry if its too long
Forgive typos. I’m on my phone. And tired.
First. Big butch mom hugs to you. Take a breath and read this.
You are not by any means alone. And even in adulthood. Those of us grownups who are single often find ourselves lamenting the “loss” of a friend who is in a néw relationship. That friend is still our friend but her time is suddenly drastically limited. My best friend who was single for 12 years was my constant companion. Now she’s finally found love and two years in I’ve spent a total of maybe 6 hours with her. And it’s never just her and I. It’s only in group gatherings. It’s sad and hard to say the least. It’s feeling lonely even as I try to let other friends step in. The space she occupied will always be hers.
High school. College. Youthful friend groups tend to be much wider and less static. A constant refreshing of new love interests and I do remember those who dates feeling very intense emotions both at the start and end of such couplings. When you’re the single one you never the priority to others because they are expending so much time and energy to the mostly futile attempt to make fleeting romances work out. You don’t require energy since they assume (albeit unconsciously) you will just be there. Which is not fair. Friendship requires attention.
Sometimes we just have to toss ourselves into our own joys. Go to things you love alone. Have coffee. Enjoy a meal. Don’t sequester yourself to the internet to find connections. Be okay with you. Eventually others wil come in your life.
Do not date just to not be alone. Being miserable in a relationship is worse than just staying single and loving time with yourself.
I won’t lie and tell you loneliness will just abate. But I can say it won’t be forever. And friends will evolve and shift your entire life. You take all the good things. And bad from each one into the next and learn who and what enhances your life the most.
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make up your mind tumblr am i supposed to reblog the “if you don’t reblog this you don’t care and are a terrible person and should kill yourself” posts or not??
Because up until this point, I’d seen that before. “Reblog or you suck” is a curse that i’m not falling for. Fuck that.
HOWEVER.
I just came across a post regarding a SERIOUS issue that i was going to reblog…
Until it hit me with the absolute curveball that was basically a “you don’t care about the issue even if you DO reblog this, you’re literally only reblogging this for fake internet activism points. you will never be a good person. if you have to try and prove you are then you really aren’t. you don’t care and you never will. kill yourself” post for people who DO reblog them and i’m starting to feel like no matter what i do the best option is to shut the fuck up forever and die.
Because I was like “fuck what if i AM only gonna reblog this for internet points?? i thought i cared about this issue but what if i don’t? what if i only care about myself?
all i care about is being a Good Person and this is just gonna give me more Good Person Points, but if that’s a bad thing to want then i’m not gonna do it??
BUT that is Still motivated by my desire to be seen as a Good Person??”
I’m stuck in an eternal paradox while at the same time feeling incredibly bad about the Serious Issue i was Going to Reblog
but also being like. what if i never really cared? what if i only care about myself? I have absolutely zero emotional object permanence so I don’t remember what my motivation originally was. But apparently whatever it was, was wrong. It will always be wrong.
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I'm in a fandom with a lot of virulent antis (surprise surprise, it's heavily dark source material and I don't know why they're here at all) and a lot of the pairings that aren't the main badwrong ship on ao3 now have DNI tags on them for shippers of the badwrong ship. I guess not enough to break the TOS (no direct threats?), but still full of stuff like "x shippers DNI", "get help you freaks", "You're disgusting" etc etc.
Its just... so frustrating. Like that's a pretty red flag for me that a fic probably is going to be in an immature writing style so I probably won't read it anyway, but every time I see it I just.... heave a big sigh. Why these people are in this fandom or on Ao3 at all I'll never know. Its not even helpful - the tags are there to help describe the fic, if I didn't want to see that kind of content I could just... avoid content that's tagged that way. Why even add that to a fic that's not even about those characters at all?
Honestly, my real question is.... Olderthannetfic, how do you do it?
I feel like I do it "right", in fandom, or at least I try. I always just block and move on. I don't follow the discourse where I can help it and block a lot of the relevant tags. I keep to a small circle of folks that have the same fun brainrot I do and have fun, generally. But this kind of stuff still slips through the cracks in a way that's unavoidable if you're ever online at all. To be honest, it still hurts a lot to see each time, and be reminded that some people seem to literally want me dead over reading a story. And I can't help the doubt and the self-flagellation that creeps in. Despite my best efforts, and all my research, and living to the ripe rip van winkle tumblr fandom spinster age of 27... I sometimes have a moment where I think, maybe I really am a freak or a degenerate, or an evil predator waiting to bloom.
Do you ever experience this? Does this feeling ever go away, or at least dull to a more bearable exasperated eye roll? Do you ever see these anti idiots grow up or grow out of this mindset? Is it just a matter of time, age or experience? Is there a point at which you felt like it affected you less, or perhaps it didn't affect you like that at all? Is there a secret to navigating it calmly and with confidence? Do you have any advice to give in the, er, art of not giving a fuck?
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Why would I quail at a stupid child on the internet after coming out as queer when I was 14 in the 90s?
I grew up with very open-minded, supportive family aside from my mother's conviction that BDSM was something people were into because they'd been abused. Even then, I remember privately snickering because I was super kinky, and wouldn't that upset her given this silly world view?
I had it easy compared to most in the 90s, but I still saw a lot of nonsense, like good old Mom on the topic of kink or murders in the media. But I also spent a lot of time reading educational sexuality books that debunked myths about fantasies and kinkiness.
Maybe a firmer grounding in sexuality stuff would help you? Nancy Friday's work on women's fantasies is a common starting point. I'm partial to The Topping Book, which is full of "it's great to be a top, actually" and not "you only do it for the sub".
Getting older does usually help though. Most 20-somethings are insecure in their sense of self. Middle age is when people's fucks generally run out, and that only continues to grow. Watch a stupid child go after some 60-something zine writer lady. She's going to laugh in their faces. Some people remain insecure forever, I suppose, but not anybody who had to woman up to be in fandom in the first place.
It's not just that these little idiots are wrong about us being predators: it's that they are the morally degenerate ones for spreading the psychological equivalent of "vaccines cause autism" or "Jews want to steal your Christian babies".
This idea that The Bad People are infiltrating our minds with their propaganda overlaps heavily with anti-semitic conspiracy theory right wing fundie nutjob ideas, and yet these young fools claim to be pro-queer and pro-civil rights. They're an embarrassment to any progressive movement and it disgusts me.
When someone goes "You're not a Christian, so you're going to hell", do you have a moment when you wonder?
Because that's the level of absurdity here.
Even if they don't bully, even if they don't include threats in their DNIs, the fact that they're spreading myths about sexuality that have been thoroughly debunked many times means they're doing something unethical, anti-intellectual, and anti-science.
I'm not afraid or guilty. I'm embarrassed for them.
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Do antis grow out of it? Yes, frequently.
They are—either literally or functionally—victims of right wing Christian cults. They have the same trajectory of realizing they've been had and slowly trying to work through the raging guilt and religious trauma.
I have limited patience but some sympathy. Like other victims who were indoctrinated to hurt people, escaping the cult is hard. It means not only giving up your false sense of safety and all of your friends but facing what you've done.
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Sorry for the long post, I just felt like I needed to get it out, if you want to read I'd be happy, if not, it's okay!
reading for the first time after almost 5 years what I used to write and think about late at night, and now I feel like doing it again, trying to find the right words.
I wanna talk about being in the moment as an artist, appreciating what you do, and not giving a fuck. (and loving ur young self)
I spent my teenage years drawing and posting here, so I had a lot to read tonight and to think about.
have u ever experienced that strange feeling, where you are like "wow. I was actually so beautiful and smart, who could have ever hated me?"
I was a completely different person, and maybe I miss that little girl, and maybe I hate her even a little. now, I'm not here to talk like I'm in a psychoanalyst's deckchair, of course. but I'm here, to resume the beautiful, however embarrassing in my opinion, habit of writing my most intimate thoughts (shareable, of course) that cross my mind at night, because maybe they can help someone, because we are never alone. just as they helped you years ago, just as it has helped me re-reading them now after all this time. I've had some crazy years. I was young, I was passionate and genuinely free to do whatever I wanted. I had friends, I had just sold a self-published book, I had "fans", I was "successful", I had good grades, I had a girlfriend, yet I wasn't happy. I know it sounds like the usual sweet story about happiness and self-satisfaction, but I don't think so (and even if it was, well, here we are ;) ) I didn't realize how necessary EVERYTHING that was happening to me was.
artists have a huge difficulty accepting that sometimes we have to look inside and accept that we have to constantly learn, instead we are always in a hurry to be perfect, to get likes, to earn, but that's not how it goes. I was literally 16 and already thinking about this, thinking I must be good enough to please everyone.
spoiler: you can never do that.
as I said years ago, our eyes are not the right eyes to judge us.
appreciate the compliments, don't dismiss them with an embarrassed smile. appreciate the effort and hours put into a work even if it is bad for you. hug your self when after a bad day you still have the courage to do what you love. being an artist is beautiful, but a huge burden, especially for us. remember that when our insecurities take over, we are not lucid.
yes, that drawing u posted that got 8 likes made 8 people feel something. how amazing is that?
yes, it will be fine, that text you wrote will be something new in someone's eyes, it won't be something read and re-read to make it perfect. you will amaze and make someone fall in love with what u did.
internet is an amazing place, and sometimes it's not. I got myself into a really bad place because I was too immature and too impatient to immediately be the artist I always felt I was, but NO ONE is after you with a clock ticking away time.
you really think someone care about how much time does it take you to get to your goal? why should it matter? I'm not going to list every single successful person who actually made it and tell you "look! they were poor now they are rich, so u can do it!". i'm telling you to always love the process; I would've punched myself in the face, I hated when adults told me this phrase, but it's true: everything pass. you are not gonna be like this forever. you are gonna love what you do one day, and love life because life takes but gives.
(tw: mental health) I spent years between psychologists and suicidal thoughts, I was never enough, and my art not only made me feel miserable, but it was one of the first reason I fell into depression. it always reminded me how plain, boring, and uninspired I was.
there was never anything that was right in what I did, every comment and every ask you sent me had no weight for me, they meant nothing because I didn't I believed in myself, yet I should have tasted it. now I reread them crying, not believing what I read. I was talented, man, I was full of ideas, I was amazing. I lost that spark, because of fear, of waiting for the right moment. i sabotaged myself because i was afraid of judgement, of pressure, when i had love around me, everywhere.
now I'm in Florence, far from home, studying in a private academy of animation and digital art. would I ever have thought that? absolutely no. I deserve it? Yes. because I, like you artists, have grown, we have learned, and I'll tell you this once and for all: do not give up. things are really getting better. now I'm not saying that because I magically healed and I love my art all of the sudden (unfortunately, I still really struggle) but please don't look at likes, followers. you're good, just because you love what you do, literally that's all that matters. I took a long break, now 2 years, because, as much as I didn't want to admit it, I was starting to hate what I was doing, it had become an obligation, a simple circle to mark before going to sleep on the to-do list. to alone.
16 years old. and it wasn't right.
love what you do, take breaks, post without checking a thousand times, show your work, accept compliments. you have created something, and that is enough.
look at you past as an amazing book you just read, the satisfaction coming from all the pages you already read and learnt from, now you are a different person thanks to them. look at you future with the same excitement when you still have a lot of those pages to read.
#hollis' thoughts at night#artist rant#love is everywhere#good omens#thank you so much for how much i learnt from you and your support
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DALLAS LIU SEES YOUR TIKTOK THIRST-TRAP EDITS OF HIM
Dallas Liu may be playing the Zuko in Netflix’s live-action adaptation of Avatar: The Last Airbender, but you won’t catch him with the Fire Nation prince’s restrictive, gravity-defying ponytail in real life.
“I would never, ever out of my own personal choice rock the ponytail. It’s a haircut that not even cosplayers are willing to take on,” he tells NYLON. “I can gladly say that I would not recommend it to anyone.” But the 22-year-old actor does admit to what fans of the original animated series have known since the show debuted back in 2015: “The ponytail does look super badass on screen.”
Liu says he knew the challenge of bringing such a beloved character to life, but not only did he grow up watching the animated series and loving the Fire Nation prince for his fierce loyalty, but the show inspired him to start practicing martial arts. Ahead, Liu takes on the NYLON 19, revealing his thoughts on ghosts (or “spirits,” as he prefers to call them), TikTok thirst-trap edits of himself, and more.
1. WHAT’S YOUR ASTROLOGICAL SIGN (AND DO YOU BELIEVE IN IT)?
I am a Leo! Unfortunately, I don’t believe in it because of my experience meeting people with the same birthday, but us being different personality-wise.
2. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS (AND HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ONE)?
Yes, most definitely. Although I think the word “spirits” would be a better way to define it. I’ve never seen one — thank God — but I have felt uneasy in very old hotels or rooms that have a very long history.
3. WHO WOULD BE THE THREE HEADLINERS OF THE MUSIC FESTIVAL OF YOUR DREAMS?
Dominic Fike, Beach House, and Sade.
4. WHAT'S A BAD HABIT OF YOURS THAT YOU'VE BEEN MEANING TO FIX?
Honestly, I’m so bad at parking my car. Not that I’m bad at driving, but when it comes to parallel parking or even in a parking lot, I don’t put much thought into it.
5. WHAT WAS THE LAST INTERNET RABBIT HOLE YOU WENT DOWN?
I spend too many nights doom-scrolling on Instagram or TikTok, but it was probably a compilation of Avatar: The Last Airbender lore.
6. DESCRIBE YOUR WORST DATE IN THREE WORDS OR PHRASES.
Short, McDonald’s, Black Ice Car Freshener
7. WHAT WAS THE LAST DM YOU RECEIVED?
My friend sent me a TikTok thirst-trap edit of myself this morning which was interesting.
8. IF YOU COULD BE IN ANY MUSIC VIDEO, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
I would have to say either the music video for Bow Wow’s “Let Me Hold You” or Chris Brown’s “Yo (Excuse Me Miss)” just because the music videos in the ‘00s were just built differently.
9. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT, AND WHAT ARE YOUR MEMORIES OF IT?
Daniel Caesar performing in LA for his Case Study 01: Tour. It was my first one, so I remember everything about it. At the time, he was taking the music industry by storm and I was a major fan, so that concert was everything to me. I also was introduced to how much of a different experience listening to live music is.
10. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE AS A KID?
The Polar Express.
11. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE MEME/INTERNET JOKE AND WHY?
The personality that comes with wearing a fedora. It’s always funny to me and forever will be. Maybe one day I’d get to play a character that wears a fedora. Maybe Zuko.
12. WHAT'S YOUR GO-TO BREAKUP SONG?
“I Gotta Find Peace of Mind” by Lauryn Hill.
13. WHAT IS ONE THING EVERYONE SHOULD BUY THAT IS UNDER $10?
A sweet latte with oat milk from Blue Bottle. A must. Just try it. It’s so good. I could live off of it.
14. WHAT PIECE OF CLOTHING FROM HIGH SCHOOL DO YOU WISH YOU KEPT?
My vintage Green Day shirt. It had the perfect shade of a faded black and the fit of it was immaculate.
15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PAIR OF SHOES THAT YOU OWN, AND WHY?
Military boots because they look the coolest.
16. WHAT IS YOUR GO-TO SAD SONG?
Anything by Elliott Smith or Duster.
17. WHAT REALITY SHOW WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO APPEAR ON?
Love Island UK.
18. WHAT IS YOUR BEST BEAUTY TIP OR TRICK?
Korean skincare products.
19. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FAST-FOOD PLACE, AND WHAT’S YOUR ORDER?
Wingstop: four lemon pepper classic and four original hot classic, all flats. Lemon pepper seasoned fries cooked well done. A side of ranch and bleu cheese. Root beer.
#natla#atla#netflix avatar#netflix atla#avatar the last airbender#dallas liu#avatar netflix#atla netflix#nylon#interview#fun & games
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TMI.
Read a story about sexual abuse that really made me reflect on my own, and I sort of wonder if I kind of acknowledged it without actually confronting it. I've never really hidden the fact my first relationship was when I was eighteen with a man seven years older than me who had spoken to his friends when I was seventeen that he was just waiting for me to turn and had "called" me so everyone else needed to back off, including the people around me that were my age. I moved in with him basically immediately and he separated me from my family and non mutual friends. I remember googling "is sex supposed to hurt?" After I lost my virginity because of how painful and unpleasant the experience was. "did you really think I was going to date a kid forever?" Was something he said when he broke up with me. And he wanted to "be a big brother figure" to me afterward and for months I clung obsessively to every iota of attention he gave me. I remember crying myself to sleep every night, and not like said silent tears, like open-mouthed wailing so loud my neighbors banged on the wall and told me to shut up. But I was in genuinely physical pain, I hadn't known before that how it could actually hurt like, physically, and so BADLY.
And you know I concluded I was asexual when I was fourteen, something he wanted to fix and said so. Actually I recall I was seventeen the first time he gave me alcohol, and how we went to huge parties where I'd chug shot after shot after shot to prove I belonged there.
It's sort of weird to actually think about how incredibly stereotypical it was now, straight out of the textbook, you know, and how even knowing that it always feels like I'm being a little unfair, he might have been bad, but he never hit me or anything, it wasn't truly abuse, and ultimately I WAS a truly toxic person back then, mean as hell. It feels, at times, like it was more mutual toxicity, but I know that it wasn't. No matter what a shithead I was, it was obvious I was a victim there, even if I feel weirdly guilty for thinking that, like I'm being almost manipulative with the way I portray myself as a victim. Real cognitive dissonance there. Even then I've never really been able to apply the r word to myself there even though I literally woke up once to him jerking himself off with my unconscious hand and then rolled over onto my half-asleep body to fuck. What else do you call that? At the same time, I remember finding it really exciting at the time and even saying afterward I wanted to do that again, which I think honestly disappointed him because he never did it again. And then of course there's the time his dumbass sexual idiocy put me in the hospital and nearly got me fucking killed, probably legitimately the closest I've ever come to death. 105 degree fever, man, that's reaching the territory of causing brain damage. It's nuts how many years literally unable to speak about it out loud because how humiliated I was by it.
I suppose the older I get the more I appreciate how genuinely bad it was and how much worse it got when I got dragged to another continent and fully separated from every human being I knew other than him, including internet friends. And how wild it was that by the time I left Beijing I was literally swigging from a bottle of vodka every morning for work and keeping them in my backpack to just drink whenever, straight from the bottle. And how I've cheekily said oh, yeah, I used to be an alcoholic before, sort of in passing, but like- I mean, I was? That's sort of hard to deny now.
It feels quite odd to reflect on this evening and it occurs to me I've never really spoken about it in detail before, I've mentioned individual things, probably all of this stuff separately, but never really at once. I suppose I sort of thought I was over it, and I sort of am? At the same time, the fact I have so much to say really indicates I probably am not, even if it feels like it.
None of this is a secret or anything, I've shared it all publically before and never really been worried about other people knowing- other than that one incident- I mean I fully understand any person that would ever try to make me feel bad or embarrassed about it is like, a fucking sociopath who's opinion is completely irrelevant. And I think virtually every afab person alive has experienced some kind of traumatic sexually flavoured incident in their lives, even if it was relatively minor, so I think no one would ever be particularly surprised by the revelation.
Odd night. They stopped my medication for my seizure study and I suspect a week off my antidepressants has had a pretty profound affect on my mood lol. I think it's starting to restabilize, though, at least, but I suspect it will be a few more days before I feel normal again.
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How's bat mom with Cass, Steph, Barb and Duke? (Hope you're having a lovely day btw, I love your work so much, you're awesome)
You push back from your desk with a growl that was worthy of your husband and accept the cup of coffee Alfred proffered with a sigh. "Alfred, when is Bruce due back?"
"Late tonight I should think," he said, quirking an eyebrow, "why?"
"Because I've had it. Absolutely had it. 15 years and the man cannot leave my desk alone."
"Oh no-"
"I'm going to need all the wrapping paper I can get my hands on and at least 3 accomplices."
"Did I hear 'accomplices'? Dick asked grinning, rocking back on his heels.
"Yes," you answer, taking a sip from your mug.
"I'm down," he said beaming so broadly his molars gleamed. It had been a long time since he'd been complicit in helping you get back at Bruce for something and he'd missed the fuckery of it all.
______________
"Dude, c'mon," Tim said sticking his head in Duke's door, eyes gleaming, "Y/N is gift wrapping Bruce's study."
"Why-"
"A woman's desk is like her purse," Tim said nodding sagely. "She's tired of him reorganizing it to be efficient."
"Won't we get in trouble?"
Tim shrugged, grinning, "Suit yourself," he said, jogging down the hall to the stairs towards the sounds of paper rustling and helpless giggling.
Duke couldn't help himself. Algebra sucked- and it was worth waking up early just to see what was happening. You were... something of an enigma to Duke. Always nice. Always helpful. But he never knew if you were messing with him or not.
He stood for a moment watching the chaos from the door way. Cass and Steph helping you wrap bright pink paper around Bruce's beloved desk chair while Tim argued with Jason about the best way to wrap the book case.
"We're not pulling punches," you call from where you were making a bow. "Every. single. Book."
"That's going to take forever," Jason said.
"So get moving," you snort.
And Duke can't help it. He picks up the scissors closest to hand and a tube of wrapping paper to go help.
"Ugh," Steph said crinkling her nose, "How can you eat those?"
You pause around a bite of sour gummy worm and shrug, "It was the first candy I ever ate."
"Was that before or after you lit a cult on fire, ma?" Jason asked, wrestling with the tape he'd lost the end of.
Duke looks up and watches you pause for a second, thinking, "Before? I dunno that whole week is a blur. All I know is that I walked into a hospital and a nurse gave me some? And I vaguely remember seeing what I know NOW is an episode of Dr. Who but at the time I thought it was a fever dream."
"How old were you?" Steph asked, interested.
"Not sure," you shrug, going back to your wrapping, "My dad wasn't real fond of any of us knowing the date but he never could figure out how the Doomsday calendar should work- it changed all the time. So older than 10 but not older than 14."
Cass nodded, stealing a gummy worm and resting her head for a second on your shoulder, grinning when you let your cheek rest on top of her head for a second.
"What the hell-"
"Y/N lived a weird life before B ordered her off the internet," Dick explained.
"It wasn't the internet," you sigh, "But there was a matchmaking service involved."
"What!" Stephanie yelped.
"He picked her because he thought she'd make a good house wife and she can build a hella good bomb-"
"Jason Peter."
Jason grinned unrepentantly and caught the discarded wad of paper you'd thrown at him deftly, tossing it to a waiting trashbag, "Yeah yeah. Ass. Shoulder blades. I know. You still make a really bad housewife."
"Pretty good mom though," Dick said, winking at Duke.
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kiss me slowly one more time
Read here at Ao3
“She left you a note up in the studio.”
Freddie had never run so fast up those familiar steps up to the studio. He opens the door and- oh my god. Carly stood there, looking the most beautiful he had ever seen her, next to Spencer’s sculpture. Which was covered in photos. The very same photos that were supposedly lost in that freak fire.
“How did you-“
“I had Socko’s cousin Gizmo fix my hard drive.” She said meekly. “We spent so much time on bad memories the last couple days, I thought we owed it to ourselves to look at some good ones.” Freddie couldn’t believe his eyes. He stood for a second, gazing at the pictures and-
“Oh my god.” He said. “I could be my son.” Freddie’s heart was racing. What was going on here? This had to be more than just looking back on the old times. Maybe it was…No, he thought to himself. Do not go there. It was only bound to bring more heartache.
“Don’t you remember?” She asked with a smile. Freddie tried so hard not to let that smile melt his heart, and failed miserably. She would always have that effect on him. “That was the day you named iCarly.” How could he possibly forget? That was the day that cemented his place in Carly’s life forever.
“I- internet.” He said with a smirk. “Carly, you.”
“Who else would have thought to put them together?” She asked. “You were the one who named the show in the first place. And, you were the one who told me I could do it on my own. You jumped in front of a taco truck to save my life.” And he would do it all over again. “And then you said we should wait to date until the whole hero thing wore off, except Freddie, you’re still my hero.”
This could not be happening. This had to be a dream. There was no way Carly, the woman of his actual dreams, could be standing here saying words he had been longing to hear the last ten years. Because if he was honest, this right here was why his marriages, his other relationships, hadn’t worked out. He could pretend he was over her all he wanted but at the end of the day, she was Carly and he was Freddie, and there wouldn’t ever be a day in his life where he didn’t love her with all his heart.
“You’re the person I can always count on.” She continued, blissfully unaware of just how fast Freddie’s heart was beating just now. “You’re the person who makes me laugh. And you’re the person who pushes me to do the things I need to do even when I really don’t want to.”
“Like updating your phone.” Freddie interjects, hoping to add some levity to what could possibly be the best moment of his entire life, if this was what he thought it was.
“Too soon, but yes.” Carly said, and Freddie smiled. “And since I’ve never actually said it…and you deserve to hear it…And…okay good talk.” Carly said nervously, and turned to leave. Freddie reached out and grabbed Carly’s hand, and pulled her closer.
“Hey.” He said, his voice cracking. “You can do this.” He swallowed. His palms were sweating, his heart racing, and Freddie felt like he was going to pass out. This was actually happening.
“I like you, Freddie Benson.” Freddie’s heart stopped. “And I wanna be with you.”
He pulled away from her, and the crestfallen expression on her face made him immediately want to grab her hand again and pull her close. Made him want to kiss that sad look right off of her face. But this was important. What he had to say could make or break them.
“Carly, I need you to know.” He began. “Being your friend is not a consolation prize. It is…the best thing that I get to be.” His voice cracked. “If we try this, and it doesn’t work… I can’t lose you.”
“I promise, no matter what.” Carly said, stepping forward. “You never will.”
Freddie’s breath caught in his throat.
“Is this really happening?” He asked, because in all honesty, he still wasn’t one hundred percent sure this wasn’t a dream. Carly liked him, and she wanted to be with him. It felt like every single dream he’d ever had was, in this moment, coming true.
“I hope so.” Carly said. “It took us long enough.”
Carly wrapped her arms around Freddie’s neck, and kissed him. Freddie had thought a lot about kissing Carly over the years, playing back memories of their brief relationship and the kiss right before she left for Italy. But those daydreams paled in comparison to kissing Carly as adults who were finally on the same page. Her lips were soft, and feeling her waist beneath his hands was a feeling he was sure he would never get used to.
“Ooh.” Carly said when they pulled apart. “Let’s do that again.”
“In 5…4…” They kissed again, this time more passionate than the first.
To answer his own question, Freddie thought, this was really happening.
And it was perfect.
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be kind, but dont feel bad when these fuckers all drown
small vent on under the cut, as you can tell im not good at animation, i've barely made some little animations with flipaclip back on the day, but i was never good at it, but this has been stuck on my mind for some time i had to made it so i could sleep in peace.
Im very happy for the little community of followers i have, for the people that has come for a certain fandom, yet stayed anyway. I read all of your tags, and comments, i take screenshots of them and read them cause they make me happy, im very thankful for each one of you both in the art blog and the personal blog, however i cant cover the sun with a finger.
Everthing has been so hateful lately, i dont feel good anywhere. I've come to realize that i dont really fit anywhere, althrough there are places i feel comfier than others, im happy tumblr has come that kind of safe spot, i like uploading art and i like answering questions, but i cant manage to pull myself up together sometimes. I feel good here, but when i turn my back, i just see people picking on other people's art, being mean, disrespectful, disrespecting people's characters, oversexualization, etc. It breaks my mind everytime, and its an unstoppable force.
I dont feel comfortable with my irl circle, i love them, but im not myself. Im not myself anywhere, im not saying it like 'wow im so different!' type of manner, i just feel like a misfit cause everyone else in my world have their feet set on earth. They dont care about me gushing about fictional characters, but for me its a little part of me very few people has accepted. They cannot understand my comfort, and i cannot blame them, im too deep into the internet culture and the selfship that i just cannot blame them for ignoring or raising their eyebrows when i say something stupid about a fictional character.
I want to be kind, but i dont feel kindness going back my way, aswell as i realize that not everyone deserves my forgiveness, they've left me with scars that will stay with me forever, as they keep going with their lives and im stuck in the vortex, blaming myself for not overcoming traumas i didnt know were that deep. I love the fictional characters i always talk about, i love my self inserts, i love doing art, i love the people that has been tagging along in these blogs. We're like 134 followers, and im dead happy about it, honest. But for now, i just want to sleep.
Remember to scream for Palestine, for Congo, for Sudan, Syria, its horrific, please stand by them, use the tiktok filters, use the sounds, spread awareness, keep yourself informed. Share everything you see about these situations, specially tiktok, its the platform everyone is using and the one that makes the most revenue, find creators that do donate to these causes. Stay strong, and never forget and honor those who arent with us anymore. Scream for freedom. I love you all from the bottom of my heart.
#crystalized rain#my art#pyke#lulu#gif#simple animation#begginer animation#simple#vent art#selfship#pyke selfship#free palestine#free gaza#free congo#free sudan#free syria#free free palestine#as always: thank you and stay for more content soon#i just need/needed a little break
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I think something platonic with the Calypsos would be cool! Maybe you all became friends on the ECHOnet as kids before they started streaming?
Internet Friends
Platonic Calypso Twins x Gender Neutral Reader
I’m so sorry it took me forever to write this! I’m a dummy who’s bad at time management. It wasn’t specified if this was a oneshot or headcanons, so I just wrote a oneshot, but I liked how this turned out so I might come back and write another part for this. I don’t remember if the Calypsos had access to the ECHOnet as kids since it’s been a minute since I’ve played through Borderlands 3, but we’re just going to assume they did lol
Content: Platonic fic, takes place before the events of Borderlands 3
SPOILER WARNING! Slight spoilers for Borderlands 3 and the Calypso Twins’ backstories.
Your phone couldn’t seem to stop vibrating because of the sudden influx of messages from two of your internet friends, a set of twins who looked to the ECHOnet to save them from the boredom of their lives, at least, that’s what they told you. You spent an amount of your time online, talking to them about everything there was to talk about, and they kept in touch with you often, creating a group chat between the three of you to talk in.
‘hey’
‘hey’
‘hey’
‘heyyyyyyyyy’
‘u should get online’
‘nd settle a fight between me n troy’
‘bc this idiot thinks pineapple belongs on pizza’
Tyreen blew up your Echo Device as she often did, desperate to get your attention. The heavy hand unit never seemed to stop buzzing, even as you picked it up, only now you were being bombarded by both twins.
‘ty is a LIAR’
‘that is NOT what we were fighting abt’
‘and my pizza opinions have NOTHING to do with this’
‘I SWEAR SHES LYING’
‘plz get on’
‘i need another voice of reason’
This was a very common occurrence, you can’t even begin to count the number of times you’ve been dragged into their weird arguments with absolutely zero context, but it was always fun to watch how passionate they were about these weird disagreements. Ready to join in and get some context, you typed into the group chat you shared with the twins.
‘whats this abt troy liking pineapple on pizza?’
It only took a few seconds for Troy to respond, Tyreen following shortly after.
'‘THATS NOT WHAT I SAID TY IS LYING TO YOU’
‘nuh uh he totally said that’
‘did not’
‘ok he basically said that’
‘basically and totally arent the same thing’
The conversation was taken over by Troy and Tyreen again until you typed back.
‘wait ok so what did troy say?’
‘all i said was that pineapple on pizza can still be valid if you dont like it’
Tyreen was quick to respond, excited by what she assumed was an admission from Troy.
‘y’know who would say that? people who like pineapple on pizza’
‘I NEVER SAID I LIKE IT I JUST SAID ITS VALID’
‘HOW IS IT VALID???? IT’S AN ABOMINATION TO PIZZA’
‘LISTEN SOME PEOPLE JUST LIKE A BIT OF SWEETNESS TO THEIR PIZZA’
‘ARE YOU SEEING THIS (Y/N)??? IM TELLING YOU HE LIKES PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA’
The chat continued to be flooded with messages of Tyreen accusing Troy of liking pineapple on pizza, while Troy tried his best to explain himself, though you weren’t really sure if he was desperate to make Tyreen believe him, or if he was actually hiding the possibility of him liking pineapple on pizza. The world may never know.
‘whenever we meet up we gotta get troy some pineapple pizza and settle this’
‘YESSS THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA’
Tyreen typed back excitedly, loving the suggestion, much to Troy’s chagrin you assumed.
‘im not eating pineapple on pizza for you weirdos’
‘besides’
‘even if i would’
‘its not like dad would ever let us go see you’
‘he definitely wouldn’t let you come see us either’
‘not like you could find us anyhow’
Oh. That’s right. You’d nearly forgotten. They’d mentioned before that their dad refused to let them go out. Something about him being super protective of them. Well, even if it wasn’t possible, it was a fun idea to imagine, spending actual, in-person, time with the twins. You would be able to see them face-to-face and fulfill all the other weird plans that stemmed from the strange but fun conversations you had with the twins. They’d told you that it was unrealistic to ever actually see each other, but you still held on to that slight hope that maybe one day you’d be able to finally meet them.
Tyreen texted back.
‘ugh thats right’
‘mannnn’
‘its not like he can actually keep us here all our lives’
‘even if he tried’
‘he won’t be able to stop us >:)’
‘we’ll be so sneaky nd run away’
‘and then we’ll come see u’
‘waddya think troy?’
‘i guess…’
‘but i do wanna see (y/n)’
Tyreen was often playful when she talked with you and Troy, but you wondered if any part of her was serious about that. About running away from her father with Troy. Your thoughts were interrupted as your ECHO device vibrated once again, this time a message from Troy.
‘OH UR NEVER GONNA BELIEVE WHAT TYREEN DID LAST NIGHT’
‘SO SHE GOT UP LAST NIGHT CAUSE SHE GOT HUNGRY’
‘AND’
‘TROY DON’T YOU DARE FINISH THAT STORY’
#borderlands 3#borderlands x reader#borderlands troy#borderlands tyreen#tyreen calypso#troy calypso#tyreen x reader#tyreen calypso x reader#troy x reader#troy calypso x reader#calypso twins#calypso twins x reader#borderlands
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I am in the oldest cohort of Gen X. Cable TV didn’t come around till I was a teen, and commercially-available Internet, not until I was well into adulthood with a child of my own. Growing up, the only free media you could enjoy were network TV and radio. If you wanted to hear specific music on demand, read particular genres of writing, or see movies, you had to buy records, subscribe to magazines or buy books, or go to movie theaters. Or, you could borrow books, magazines, and music for free from a library.
It was completely normal, even a point of pride, for people to pay for subscriptions to multiple newspapers, typically, your local paper and a larger regional one, and multiple magazines. If you couldn’t afford to subscribe to stuff, you went to the library. Kids saved up their allowance money or, if they were teens, got jobs so they could buy the records (vinyl) they wanted because radio never played their favorite songs often enough.
You only got the TV channels whose signals were strong enough to reach your TV set, which meant that if you lived out in the sticks (like I did growing up), even with rooftop antenna you still only got one or two channels, and in some places, you couldn’t get any. Everyone my age remembers fiddling with the “rabbit ears” on top the TV or yelling directions at their dad while he was up on the roof tweaking the antenna to get better reception. It was the 70s equivalent of “can you hear me now?”
Needless to say, I took to the Internet like a kid in a candy shop. All the news! All the entertainment! All the knowledge and aesthetics and giggles and drama and tragedy for the price of an Internet connection.
But as the Internet matured, it turned into the grubby capitalist hellscape we have now. It was probably always the inevitable outcome of giving capitalist enterprises and complete strangers unfettered access to our wildest dreams, fantasies, and thirst for knowledge, but we were having so much fun it was easy to think we had some kind of control, or that the party would last forever.
Now, the websites and networks we love the most are shutting down, the music and video streaming websites we’ve gotten used to enjoying for free or minimal cost increasingly dictate what, when, and how we enjoy media and can snatch it away from us at any moment. What passes for news is often just gossip passed around on social media because newspapers are being devoured by hedge funds and being run more like money laundering operations than journalism with integrity.
To those of you who grew up entirely in this era, it might feel outrageous to be asked to subscribe to media you enjoy, or to purchase physical or digital versions of music or movies that you can own forever. I, too, hate paywalls and do what I can to get around them, and I, too, have been badly spoiled by the Internet.
But I do recall a time when I subscribed to a half dozen magazines and the local paper, how much fun it was when one of my magazines arrived, to sit down with a cup of coffee and flip through it, deciding which articles to read now and which to read later, or just enjoying the lavish pictures. I recall going out in the morning to collect the paper and that brief moment of anticipation as the headline and cover photo unrolled in my hand. I remember flipping through the fashion and lifestyle magazines at the library for hours when I had time to waste and wanted to immerse myself in some kind of aesthetic for the day.
It all really wasn’t so bad. In fact, it had its own distinct pleasures and inherent boundaries that are lacking in today’s streaming and digital media.
So now I think we’ve come full circle. The only way we can continue to have an Internet we enjoy is by paying for the services we find most fun or useful. It took some time for me to come around to this because, like I said, I, too, have been coddled and indulged for the past thirty years.
But once I started looking at it as the same thing as subscribing to a magazine, which I used to love to do, it all made sense. If you want Tumblr or any other website, publication, or social network you love to stay around, you should subscribe if you can afford to. If you regularly read a magazine or newspaper online and find it very useful or fun, you should subscribe or donate, even if it doesn’t have paywalls. Buy digital or physical copies of albums, songs, or movies/shows you love—don’t count on Netflix or Spotify to let you enjoy them forever.
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Introduction post!!!
Well, i might as well let everyone know stuff about me huh.
Gender/Sexuality + Diagnoses.
I am Transgender! I found out i was trans when i was really young, I never felt like a female, and i knew i never was. I was never attracted to girls or boys in general, I never understood the hype around dating, i tried it a lot of times, never lasted long until, i saw someone, a boy in my class who i crushed on in an instant, He's trans as well- and I really like them, i saw in my class a few weeks ago, and i really think their pretty... I'm also asexual, i never liked sexual relationships.
I have been diagnosed with ADHD, Depression, Anxiety, Trust issues and reading disability. (Plus undiagnosed ASD.)
My adhd is hard to struggle with, even on Medication. I forget my meds a lot, so they don't have an effect on me, but i keep trying to remember. My anxiety affects my life all the time, it's severe and i hate it. I wish i could talk to people more without worrying, Which is why I stay on the internet. Then my reading disability.. I can't explain it but it's CLOSE to dyslexia, Making it hard to read, write and affects my understanding of reading out letters and pronouncing them. My depression was always so severe, it never went down and im still struggling, its hard with trust issues and depression, makes it hard to trust people.
TRAUMA. (CW)
I don't tell everything, but i have been traumatized all my life, Abuse, SA, and forced relationships which let me down... Bad paths. (S-h, Suicide attempts.)
I don't talk about it to anyone but my cousin since i love them with all my heart. I have been SA at young ages, even by people younger than me, it sucks, and I'm recovering luckily! Just to spread awareness to all of the people who experience or is experiencing this, trust me i won't last forever!
NAMES.
I just go by Ash since it's my trans name! I never liked my dead name, it's supposed to be religious but i never believed in Jesus, God or whatever.
ASHHERSIMPS is just 'Ashher' and 'simps.' Because men.. I love.
INTERESTS.
Call of Duty, FNAF, Tadc, Omori (still getting into it.), Demon slayer, Obey me: Shall we date? Nightbringer!, Music, etc. (If i told all of them.. Well, it would take a while.)
My special interests are COD, FNAF and OM, very much brainrotted by it 24/7. Also do i ship? No, not often actually, i really ship GHOSTSOAP though, it's the only ship i'm interested in.
DNI
The basics. Like rape defenders, racism, Hemophobia/Transphobia, Anti-shippers, Toxic people in gen.. Just, have common sense.
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Thats really it.. I took the format from my cousin (Stormy) bc i can, trust me!!!. Anyway yea.. Sorry if it's not a lot, i have a hard time explaining myself since i use hand gesturs but this is tumblr so.. I'll have to deal with words. If there are mistakes in this, don't bother telling me.
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"I. Uh. Might have developed a small crush on my brother's girlfriend.
Now, I dont really believe in love at first sight. But it was close enough.
She smiled at me once, twice, thrice, and then I realized I wanted to see that smile forever. It's just!! Everything felt better with her by my side, you know? Have you ever felt that?"
An image comes to his mind, but he can't recognize it. It quickly disappears.
"We were best friends. We shared makeup and talked all night and raised kids together, bestie stuff.
I always thought of me and my brother as equals, i mean, we are both dumb rich kids who love pretty girls and sweet popcorn
But I never understood his ambition. He had everything! A beautiful wife, lovely kids, money, time, fame. Some of us dont have even one of those things!
So why did he not care about them?
He just left Mari abandoned in their house everyday, he barely went to do his job as CEO, He just ran around doing whatever! Why couldn't he just see how good he has it? The people he was hurting? The responsibilities of a husband and father??
One day Mari came to me, barely speaking, saying he divorced her.
I uh, didn't take it very well.
In my defense, if you saw someone having everything you've ever wanted and just threw it away, wouldn't you be a little mad?
And I know it's selfish and envy is bad or whatever. But he was hurting people. People I love very much. Even himself, i think.
We fought a lot, i told him he was a stupid spoiled child, and he told me i'd never achieve anything even with our parents' money. Then I, uh, said that I was glad he had little youth left because it meant he was gonna die soon.
Yeah... uh... maybe bringing childhood trauma into the divorce thing wasn't a good plan.
And I only realized it later, when he made some crazy internet thing and he was getting detained by the police.
Mari was not coping well, me neither, honestly. We both realized the person we knew was actually just in our heads and that the real person is some cruel stranger. It was almost like grieving.
We fought over the smallest things. Nadia and Simon decided to move to their friend's house. I went back to mine as well, I couldn't take it.
Just like him, I left her all alone. It must run in the family."
"So, yeah, she's probably super mad at me. And doesn't want to be with me ever again"
Beebo tries really hard not to tell her how wrong she is about that
"Well, let's go look for her then! I'll speak on your behalf, so you two dont have to face each other, but the message goes across. Where do you think she is?"
"Um, she said something about her kids, right? They usually are in the observation tower, so she might be looking for them there?"
"Alright, let's go there"
"I'm back I'm back!"
"The Vivi has been secured"
"You literally just made me turn every single location tracking app i have"
"And now you are secured"
"Um, hello?"
"Oh! This is my friend ..."
"Uh. Um. Oh fuck I still dont remember his name. And I literally asked him out! Seems like I still get all stupid in the presence of handsome men. I'll just wait until someone else says it"
" ... from college!, and his friend, Vivi right?"
"Hey Ollie, where is the lady with the blue hair I left you with?"
"We are going to her! She might be in an observation tower, we think"
"Wait, are we all going?"
"Yes. You need your emotional support me, I need my emotional support him and he needs his emotional support her"
"I can take it"
"Wait! I still dont know what to say to her! How do I say that Im sorry? That I love her?"
"I have suggestions"
"So do I"
"Mine would be funnier though"
"...Im so fucked"
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~🖤Bibury Dating Headcanons🖤~
Fandom: Kira Kira Precure A La Mode
Reader: Gender Neutral
Relationship: Romantic
Warnings: Bibury previously being in a toxic relationship, fear of being alone/abandonment(Bibury), attachment issues/separation anxiety(Bibury), jealousy(Bibury), nightmares(Bibury)
A/N ~ Bibury is canonically 100+ years old, and looks way younger. But, she looks around 15-17, so I think it fits in with my rules. Also, I sometimes see her name spelled as “Vibry”, but I’ve mostly seen it as “Bibury” so I went with that.
~ Bibury has only been in love once before, and the person of her affection ended up being a liar and a cheat who was responsible for her loneliness. The man barely even showed her any affection. So it’s safe to say that she knows next to nothing about relationships.
~ When Bibury has a crush on you, she doesn’t know what to do. She wants to tell you, but she’s terrified that you’ll abandon her if you don’t feel the same. Luckily, you did feel the same, and was the one who asked her out.
~ This girl has no clue what to do once you start dating. You’ll have to teach her how relationships work. Take her on dates, give her compliments, affection etc. It’ll take her forever to get used to being in a healthy relationship though, so please be patient.
~ Bibury definitely has major attachment issues. Remember how she had that doll, Iru, with her at all times? And how she would panic if she didn’t have him? Well congratulations, since she no longer has Iru, she’s now attached to you! She’s never more than 5 feet away from you, and she’s almost always holding onto your arm or shirt. If you suddenly leave without her knowledge, she panics. Like mentioned before, she has a major fear of abandonment. So if she doesn’t know where you are, she’s scared that you won’t come back. But don’t worry, the longer you two are in a relationship, the better she’ll get(as long as you don’t feed into it).She’ll eventually get used to the fact that you love her with all your heart, and that you’d never leave.
~ Her favorite kind of dates are going to bakeries. Her goal is to eat at every single one in town. Be sure to remind her that you have to buy the sweets; she constantly forgets that money is a thing in this world. The first few times you took her to eat, she ate the bakery’s entire stock of cupcakes, leaving your wallet empty. She felt really bad, and had the Pretty Cure help her bake an apology cake.
~ Bibury would go shopping with you, but it’s hard to find things that suit her style and taste. She’s given up on looking for clothes in town. Luckily, the internet is a thing. You had to teach her how to use it, of course. But once she knows the basics, she’s in awe. She can buy gothic lolita style clothes from anywhere in the world? AND they deliver it to her? What?! She doesn’t know how it’s possible, but she’s happy! After that adventure, she asks you to teach her more about the magical world of the internet.
~ She gets shy when it comes to PDA, but at the same time, Bibury wants everyone to know that you’re taken. She’ll hold onto your arm, and she lets you give her affection.
~ Bibury gets very jealous, and she’s not subtle with it at all. She’ll straight up yell at the person you’re talking to, and drag you away from them. She’ll be mad for the rest of the day(unless you buy/make her a treat!).
~ She gets very talkative when she’s with you. You’re her comfort person, so she’s comfortable telling you anything and everything that’s on her mind. She likes how you, unlike Iru, can give actual responses!(Bibury’s been talking to that doll for way too long. Bless her heart.)
~ Bibury is probably one of the most touched starved people on the planet. I honestly don’t think she’s had a hug in 100 years(no, I’m not exaggerating).So please, give her the affection she deserves. She may act annoyed, but in her mind, she’s begging you not to let go.
~ Bibury has terrible nightmares. She doesn’t even have good dreams, she just either doesn’t dream at all, or it’s a bad one. It’s obvious that this messes with her sleep schedule, because of the dark circles around her eyes. It’s gotten worse since she’s gotten rid of Iru, who used to be her comfort item. But you didn’t know just how bad it was until she fell asleep on you, and was basically fighting for her life in her sleep. You told her that she could come to you when she has her night terrors. She scoffed, and said that they “weren’t that bad”, and that she can “deal with them herself”. That very same night, you were woken up by knocking at your window, and was greeted by a crying Bibury. She’s been sleeping in your bed pretty much every night since then.
~~🖤~~🖤~~🖤~~🖤~~🖤~~
~~baileypie-writes
#precure#pretty cure#kira kira precure a la mode#pretty cure x reader#precure x reader#precure bibury#bibury x reader#precure bibury x reader#bibury#kira kira precure a la mode x reader
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