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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 9 months

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Miguel O'Hara x Black Reader. A short and simple to the point Dominant Miguel series with fluff and smut included as it progresses. Go on a lil journey in love with Miguel.

(I didn't feel like doing the small print. There has to be an easier way than going paragraph by paragraph 😭😭 Also anyone I didn’t tag who wants to be tagged, let me know.)

Chapter 4: Dealbreaker

Miguel was truthful when he said nap. He didn't do anything in your bed but sleep for the better part of an hour, making you the little spoon though you weren't tired. By the end of the hour, the two of you had cleaned the kitchen as it was before he came. He left the meat and the few ingredients purchased, but he cleaned and took his slow-cooker with him. You've now got enough pork to last you a week of taking your lunch to work and eating at home. Instead, you invite some friends to help you eat it and decide to tell them all about Miguel.

"Right here?" Aria panics when you mention the head on the couch, moving to the opposite couch with your mutual friend, Zenia.

"Exactly right there."

"You let me sit in it?"

"When I say he drained me dry, girl, he kept goinnng. Then we took a nap upstairs. It was pretty chill."

"You just fuckin met this man, what, a few days ago?" Aria laughs.

"I know, but if you saw what I saw, you'd do it too... That's why you can't meet him! Not yet."

"Bitch! One time! I didn't even know you knew David like that."

"I know, but NEITHER of y'all lil hoes are gonna meet Miguel or see Miguel until I've got him secured."

"Now, how did I get in it," Zenia asks, mouth stuffed with pork.

"Right now, things are up in the air, but I'll keep dangling and manifesting. He'll be wrapped around my pinky, and only then will y'all meet him."

"So when are YOU seeing him again," Zenia asks.

"I don't know, probably next weekend. We haven't made any other plans yet."

And you're both busy through the week. A week seems a long time to wait, though. You'd rather see him sooner.

"You think you should call him to schedule something," Zenia asks, reading your mind.

"Nah, I'll let him call me. It gives him time to miss me."

"Well, he's not disappearing just yet," Aria adds, "He ain't got that pumpum yet. Niggas ain't gone leave before getting it, believe that."

"Well, I'm a done deal," you smirk, "But if he does leave, I'll just get another one. Now I know where they congregate"

Sunday passes with no contact. When Monday comes and goes, you start to wonder what happened. Did he hit a busy streak? Did something happen? Tuesday, he texts you.

Is it too soon to miss me?

You're at work, so you keep it short.

Of course not. Text me any time. I may not respond immediately, but I'll respond.

You sure?

Yes

Why would he need permission? Is that what was stopping him from reaching out? If so, you'd like to hear more about it. You wait until you get off work to check your messages again.

He's sent a paragraph about his day at work.

Alchemax acquired another property to place a testing site. One more step for gentrification. The director is on my ass and pushing me to run this unethical experiment on the volunteers. They think we're testing covid shots. If I told you half the shit, you'd run from me. Hell, you're probably on your way now. Anyway, that's my day. How's yours?

Oh, okay, you stare, processing what you've just read. So he's not just the hero. He's confessing that he's done some sordid things in the name of his job. You get it, but can you really accept that? Knowingly testing dangerous procedures on innocent people? It's a lot to consider. You'll have to sit with it.

Later that evening, you still wrestle, but you're coming to term with your thoughts.

I admit that's fucked up. I don't agree with experimenting on innocent and unexpecting people. I do think Miramax or Alchemax can go to hell. With that said, I understand that this is your job, so I can't fault you. Sucks for you, I'm not that easy to scare. You're stuck with me.

You had me worried.

His text is almost instant. In all honesty, you had to think about if you COULD stick around. That's a big thing to admit, but at the end of the day, it's not technically his fault. He's not calling the shots. That's what you tell yourself.

Since you're at home on the couch with a bottle of Fiji water, you decide to call.

"Preciosa?"

Damn. His accent's got you weak already.

"My day was good," you buckle. "I delivered some interesting news to a family who were happy to finally know what was different about their daughter. Turns out, she has Angelman syndrome, but it was my first time coming across it , so I was explaining something I'd literally just learned about."

"Sounds like you did them a great service. Like you said, knowing is everything. If you're not educating and planning, you're worrying, which then diminishes your mental health, making it harder for you to parent."

"Exactly... Do you know about Angelman's syndrome?"

"Seizures, a smaller head that's flat in the back, issues with balance and movement, and most notably, smiling for no apparent reason?"

"I should've asked you," you sigh. "How do you retain all of this?"

"Having a photographic memory helps."

"Ah. I'll check Amazon..."

The more the two of you converse, the more you glean. For example, he has a 9 year old daughter named Gabriella, who unfortunately passed nearly four years ago. It was a case of Sudden Unexplained Death in Childhood (SUDC), and he was devastated. Since then, he's been okay, but every so often, the grief hits. Working stops him from thinking about it? So he works long hours every day. He knows it's not healthy. It certainly helps you understand him more. A lot of things suddenly make sense about him.

"Can I tell you how much I hate Taco Bell," he says, changing the subject. You get it. It's painful to lose a child, and talking about it can be triggering.

"That dog food? They don't even have a line. That should tell you something right there."

"It's a god damn stroke in a wrapper and tastes like shit. Not to mention, it's literally horse meat."

"See, I stopped eating there years ago. It doesn't even taste like real beef."

You put the phone on speaker while you fix yourself a snack. Talking food makes you snackish. Of course, he hears the popcorn popping.

"Damn, Supersonic! Do you hear everything?"

"Pretty much."

Your eyes roll as you gently fold yourself back onto your couch with your bowl. It's getting late. You've been on the phone for over an hour, though it doesn't feel like it.

"So question."

"Answer," he responds.

"It's a different kind of question."

"Ask away."

"Ok. Would you consider yourself vanilla or experimental?"

"Definitely experimental. You?"

Ooh! "Explain," you smirk, curious.

"You first. Vanilla or experimental?"

"Definitely experimental."

"Oh I see."

Your jaw drops. "What do you see?"

"Just know I see," he says, a smile in his voice.

"Uh!... Now you have to elaborate!"

He chuckles.

"Miguel!"

"Preciosa?"

You kiss your teeth.

"Ask what you really want to ask."

"Kinks?"

"Yes..."

"Yes," you repeat, rolling your eyes. "Well, what are they."

"Mm... I enjoy quite a few things. I like being in control and directing the action. I like taking care of my submissive with guidance and rewarding her when she's a good girl. I like making her do humiliating things for my pleasure. And... I love it when she tries to escape me. Then I get to catch her and teach her a lesson. You?"

🤭 To be continued...

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ladedanixie · 7 months

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Ok, I love this show, but if I could get rid of one episode and rewrite another while leaving the majority of everything else untouched. I'd chose---

Seeing Stars and Unhappy Campers. I'd rewrite Seeing Stars and delete Unhappy Campers.

Why?

Seeing Stars should've been a purely Octavia and Loona focused episode. The scene with Loona and Octavia would have hit harder that way.

Unhappy Campers, is bad, I love Millie focus, I like learning about Barbie but its executed badly, and while it is a Millie focused episode, the development and pov is mainly Moxxie's. Moreover, its more about them as couple than solely about Millie. If we wanted to addressed their issues as a couple, we could have done that in Exes and Ohs. Moreover the Barbie stuff we could swap out the Hellbies shot stuff for the Barbie stuff. A more serious parallel to Oops where someone he loves gets hurt, but he chooses family but still loses them anyway.

Also Millie development can be outside Moxxie and Blitz, this episode told us Millie thinks she plain and boring and after seeing Fionna and Cake, she's not too different from Betty in the sense that she does keep sacrificing to keep her boo happy cause he's too in his stuff. You could say Seeing Stars shows that. But we could have had this hinted at before on Millie's side. Have Blitz ask at least once, what she sees in him. When he's so goddamn whiny and single minded. But yeah anyway.

How would I rewrite Seeing Stars?

I would keep it the same up until Octavia broke into the office, and I would have Loona tag along with Octavia.

They would just focus on Octavia's journey, bumbling around L.A., refusing to address why they're there. (Oh hey look Like Fathers, Like Daughters. They are all bad at communicating.)

Blitz freaks about Loona, but then realizes Stolas would be mad, we'd still have that scene be mostly the same aside from Blitz freaking out too. We learn about how Stolas found Blitz in Truth Seekers or we have the gang employ another Hell Hound, maybe even bring back Tex again. Maybe Stolas has an idea of the books last use. But aside from that can't track it because it's in the hands of a rightful user. As well as the limitations of the human world.

They go to the human world, we can keep the Moxxie and Millie hijinks and other things up until the van. In the Van, Blitz and Stolas are freaking out about their girls, and Stolas wonders again why Octavia did this and wondering why Loona went with her. Blitz then ashamedly admits why Loona left and that he's a bad dad, and Stolas assures him he's not. They have a moment, Stolas tries to reach out and hold Blitz's hand to comfort him, just like he did at Ozzie's, but Blitz shuts it down immediately. Stolas is unhappy, looks down at his phone. He tries to bring up Ozzie's, "Blitz I know its not the best time but I just want to say I'm---" he gets cut off and they are whisked into the building.

Meanwhile, Octavia and Loona are still wandering L.A., Loona wants to go to a coffee shop, and Octavia tells her to do whatever she wants, but as Loona responds she spots a pet shop, or a dog pound. Cue trauma as she recalls the day Blitz adopted her. We focus on the hound trying to hurt her, her fear, her huddling into the bed, and distantly we can hear Blitz and the lady talking, same dialogue, "Oh that's Loona, she'll never amount to nothing" until Blitz says "I want to adopt her." "What?" "I want to adopt her." He says, looking right at her while holding the bars, his smile is soft and kind. Loona growls at him, but he doesn't stop smiling. And you see the brief bit of hope enter Loona's eyes, then we transition back to L.A. as Octavia is concerned for Loona. "Hey, hello, are you alright?" Loona gaze hardens. "I'm just fine." "You sure, because you looked like you were having a stroke."

"Can you just fucking drop it? I need some fucking coffee."

Loona leaves Octavia behind. Octavia looks hurt.

Back to the t.v. studio. We can have it the same. (the water joke can stay as well, we can just have someone pour some water on a plant or something before hand to better set up the joke, instead of just having it on a poster in the background, it can still be on a poster. In fact, have a person drink the water in front of that poster, so later when Stolas throws it at the director no one is confused about why he's burning.) Blitz still has has flashback moment, but instead we can see him signing the adoption papers, linking back to that photo on his phone in Ozzie's. Loona is done with the whole thing and Blitz is beaming. But he overhears people saying they are happy to be rid of her sooner than 18, and that she's a good for nothing. Loona is hurt. She heard too. Blitz notices. "Hey, let's go home."

Come back to "no she's mine and I love her!" chaos ensues, ends at lets go find our daughters.

Meanwhile, Honey, I'm in the house is a live taping right, so it could be broadcasting as Loona's in a coffee shop, we see Loona see Blitz calling the pug Loona and sayin "no she's mine and I love her" and the camera tips over as all hell breaks loose, Loona see's Stolas too. And then we have the moment of her throwing her coffee away and going to find Octavia. We can have the sinstagram again or, as Loona is thinking of where to find Octavia, she recalls the common theme of Octavia's wandering. The stars. She finds out where you can see stars and she goes to Griffth Observatory. We have the exchange about smog and cutting her dad slack. When Octavia asks why. Loona apologizes to Octavia and explains why she tagged along. About Blitz, and then says but at least he's trying. There more impactful, and gives Loona more of an arc in the episode.

The girls go find their dads, Stolas and Octavia hug. Loona can still kick Blitz in the nuts, saying "that's for saying you were gonna replace me with a new secretary," then she picks him up and sets him right, and goes "thanks for coming to get me." He tries to hug her, she pushes him away. "Don't push it old man." Then we have the moment with Stolas and Octavia, same as the og, cue fireworks, cute moment. Back to M&M. Everyone goes home the end.

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss #i know i just said in another post i dont think i could do the show better #but i do have some ideas about how some things could be restructured and perserve what's there #listen i was in the rwby fandom lol #to fix rwby you need to tear it down and build from scratch but then it wouldn't be rwby #but with helluva boss #all i see are places you could tweak things not many but some #its doesnt need fixing just little tweaks #here and there everything else is great #there are just ways that some female characters can have better arcs and development #long post

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tremendouskoalachild · 1 year

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Tag meme

tag 9 people you want to get to know better

hey @carmarthenfan, @system-of-cells-interlinked, thanks for tagging me and sorry for being so slow in responding i'm making you guys share. i really do appreciate it 🥰🥰

three ships: probably Luke Skywalker/Mara Jade, Ben Skywalker/Vestara Khai, and the mess that is Church/Tex from Red vs Blue

first ship: uhhh I’m gonna say Rumo/Rala from Rumo And His Miraculous Adventures

last song: They’re Taking The Hobbits To Isengard 😌

last movie: this made me realize I haven’t seen a movie this year yet… last one I saw was Glass Onion back when I was paying for netflix. last time I was in the cinema was the second avatar movie and the last time I had a good time in the cinema was a double feature showing of Nightmare Before Christmas and Tokyo Godfathers. that slapped

currently reading: hilariously I am also reading Roadside Picnic (it’s my dad’s favorite book and we were reminded of it while playing the boardgame Zona, which seems to be an (unauthorised) adaptation of its world). thing is, I started reading it on the train/public transport and now that I’ve been home for weeks the environment just isn’t right somehow. so it’s on hold till I go back to college lmao

currently watching: The Last of Us (fucking amazing), Poker Face (really fun so far), and RWBY (RWBY)

currently craving: literally any chewable food. being on a liquid diet makes me want to punch drywall pasta ❤

tagging @strangeeesnowman, @bluntblade, @kaleidoscope1967eyes, @bloodgulchbluess, @easterndreamer, @my-last-brain-cell-is-socrates, @gicolette, @bluemilkandchocolate. no pressure!

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nicos-robin · 6 months

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i was tagged in a 20 Questions meme!

sorry for taking so long to respond, i can be kinda lazy sometimes and was waiting to be able to use my laptop <3 but ty for the tag @iam-jacks-redacted-information !!!

let's dive right in!

1 ) How many works do you have on AO3?

28!

2) What’s your total AO3 words count?

120,637 (owo)

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Red vs Blue, Spider-Man, World of Warcraft and SPYXFAMILY are what are listed on my ao3 profile. I've done my most amount of work in the RvB fandom, but i've also written a LOT for The Hunger Games, Torchwood, and (sadly) Harry Potter and Twilight. Just... not on ao3.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Next Time Around which is an RvB rewrite w/ Tex surviving outside of the Epsilon memory unit, instead of being erased by Church at the end of s9 (which i still need to rewrite and finish waaah) Closure which.. I genuinely don't remember writing. Scars which I wrote on behalf of someone who wanted more non-sibling Carwash fics a cup of coffee in the morning which I wrote after a desire to see more of Wash's tastes/interests changing after the implementation of the Epsilon AI it's all in your head aka, a cute lil thing I did for fifteen minute ficlets that I need to get back into for SPYXFAMILY and twiyor.

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

Yes and no. It depends! I am an awkward person so if I know how to reply, I usually will especially if it's something i can answer! However, if it's something where i can't really think of a good response I might just leave it, or come back to it later.

6) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uh... i tend to not write angsty endings. I like happy endings, I like knowing that despite everything, happiness can still be found. Like I LOVE angst, but I also like rewarding myself with some happy endings.

but one time I wrote about Cinna's death from THG so.... does that count?

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I've never finished it, but my intended ending for Next Time Around was to have Tex going to Allison's grave on Earth with Carolina and Wash and laying down Forget-Me-Nots, before going back to live out the rest of her time with the Reds and Blues.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Never directly, but I also don't really remember a lot of 2015-2018 because of cringe :'). I do think a lot of Peter/gwen fics got indirect hate from peter/mj fans which sucks because Peter has TWO hands!

9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I have orphaned most of my smut fics, but yes. I have done some basic ass vanilla guy eats out a girl stuff, but my favorite is the kinky sapphic smut. If you ever stumble upon a Tex/Emily Grey smut fic by an orphaned account, that was me :)

10) Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, they're just not for me.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No but last time I checked in 2021 someone had stolen my fucking background/about section from Tex RP blog and that was a COMMON problem I had in the RvB RP fandom on here. So. much. fucking. theft. of. my. god. damn. about. page.

And I put hours of work into it. Hours. It was detailed, and people just keep fucking stealing it somehow.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I am aware of!

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

errrr...... Trying to rack my brain but coming up with a blank. i've written fics as favors/gifts for people though! Usually a "I have this idea and no idea how to write it help me pls Ange" thing

14) What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Church/Tex. Something about the inherent doomed by the narrative of it all, how no matter how hard Church tries to pull her close she always drifts away from him, the levels of love and trust they have towards one another.... Like they are DOOMED lovers but also they kinda both know that and that's what makes it so difficult.

15) What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I really really wanna go back and re-do and finish Next Time Around, and after playing NieR Automata that desire is even more present. but also, one piece is my current hyperfixation so I have no idea if I ever will.

16) What are your writing strengths?

oh. oh god. oh. um. hm.

Probably my short, punchy sentences. Where not a whole lot is being said, but the impact is still really strong and the emotions of what I'm trying to impart are impactful.

Also, my inner character monologues. I love that shit. Lemme open up their mind and tell you their entire secrets

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Combat and physical descriptions B)

Combat is just... Idk. So much going on and it's so hard and you have to be really good about the descriptions and the motions and movements or else it's all a mess. And physical descriptions just... I'm a byproduct of the cringe era so I always worry about how my descriptions will sounds T-T

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

/shrug

I have never attempted to create my own fictional language, and I probably never will. It just isn't for me. I am planning on trying to pick Japanese back up, as when I was a wee child I knew it fairly well, but lost it as the years went on.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Shugo Chara! or Sailor Moon

20) Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Next Time Around is my current magnum opus but it also unfinished and I have no idea when I will pick it back up.

And that's a wrap! Thank you again @iam-jacks-redacted-information for the tag!!! I appreciate it, and i loved reading through your responses! Plus it made me go back through my old ao3 archive and see what I have written which I haven't done in a minute.

Anyways <3 if you wanna play this game please feel free to, and tag me in it! I always feel awkward tagging bc I still don't know a whole lot of people on here anymore QwQ

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texasthegreatdestroyer · 2 years

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Welp initially I held back for Mack's sake, but not anymore.

@Yooniesim Bitch, leave my name out your mouth if you don't have the fucking balls to unblock me before you tag me, you fucking pussy. Imagine being on such a high horse when you don't allow those you lie about to to respond.

Let's air your dirty laundry, shall we? You fucking had the audacity to put my personal situation in your mouth as a way of showing fake sympathy that you clearly didn't fucking mean as you went on to tell Mack to drop me as a friend. Because yeah, for someone who "sympathizes with my plite" you have a real funny way of showing it by under that same breath telling people to completely isolate me. That's definitely what you should do to someone who's presently experiencing trauma. Nah bitch. You're a manipulative, gaslighting cunt. The fact that you had the audacity to put my situation in your mouth and try and hold a dick measuring contest of suffering is fucking yikes from me my guy. You don't know shit about me, you've literally never talked to me, and you don’t know my situation, so sit the fuck down and shut up. Literally, you don't have to fake caring about my problems, my guy, because quite frankly I don't give a shit about yours, and unlike you, I'm not afraid to tell it to your face. You're a gaslighting, manipulative bitch, and I genuinely feel bad for any friends or family who call you their friend because you're an awful person. Imagine being all Virgina George and shit, and telling someone who respected you, who viewed you as a friend "I don't like this person, therefor you should drop them or I'll drop you." Mack doesn't have to address me because I'm a grown ass adult, capable of making my own decisions and owning my shit. Mack isn't my mommy, she's not responsible for me. "Tex misgendered someone!" Bitch has fucking it/she/he in their bio.

Oh, but I'm misgendering people. Yall are so fucking stupid. Funny how a little bit of research can prove how much of lunatic gyaru is. The only way I could have possibly migendered them is by calling them they/them, and it's a gender neutral term, so I now care even less. "B-BUT TEX WAS ALSO ABLEIST!" By doing what? Shouting "REEEEEEEEEE!"? I said that before I even knew they were autistic. Why? Because it's also used to mock people who are triggered, as I clarified in several posts that I thought was the case. I'm also Nurodivergant myself, so like. Fuck you. Even if It was somehow ableist, which it isn't. I don't have to answer to you as to what ways I choose to fucking speak. Maybe stay in your own lane. The only other thing I can think of is me calling them a lunatic, and I mean they are. They literally think myself and Mack are the same person, and they've been bitching about me when literally anytime I've fucked with them was because they'll cry and whine about me for a fuckin week after I stop interacting with them, so I'll jab back because it's fuckin funny. Sorry yall don't have a sense of fucking humor. Maybe get one.

Speaking of~ can we just point out the fact that Yoonie couldn't be arsed to do basic fucking research or reach out to anyone in this situation? Like fucking hell. You're quick to point out the shit I do, and take anything Gyaru says seriously, but you'll ignore their unhinged tirades, spewing tin foil hat conspiracy theories about how myself and Mack are the same person, something you know damn well isn't true, something I made a post about disproving and one I've known you've seen because you commented on the fact when talking with Mack about my personal shit, you dumb fucking broad. You also believed claims of ableism from a fucking lunatic who tried to bait me into calling them an r-word and FAILED, so they had to look for something else to get me at, and like the gullible little moron you are, you bought it hook line and sinker! Won't lie! That's some funny shit! Guys, I literally made a post about how gullible the fucking Sims 4 anti paywall community was, and Yoonie is a prime example of who that post was directed at. Because yall don't do basic fucking research. You just go with it to boost your fucking egos. Literally Yoonie, if you gave a shit about half the shit you claim to give a shit about (racism, transphobia, ableism, etc.) You'd actually take the time to fact check yourself and not direct people to false allegations that makes it to where shit like that doesn't get taken seriously when it actually does happen. Call it what it really is. You don't give a shit about those who are oppressed. It's literally just an ego boost for you. I can see now why you defended Saurine's stupidity. Because you're just as guilty of it. Literally, all you needed to do was fucking message me about it and I would have had a civil conversation with you and explained the situation, but no. Instead, you didn't bother to fact check any of the stupid shit you said and then you went to bitch to Mack because I indirectly hurt your fee fees. Fucking go cry about it you baby back bitch. I've literally never seen someone so fucking spineless.

The rest of her tirade is about the Trump vote thing, and I literally couldn't care any less than I do now. It's old shit that was addressed months ago by Mack, and it's sure as hell not my problem. Plus I really don't give a shit about the political opinions of the people who voted for the man who is currently destroying our economy worse than it has been in a long fucking time. No one's better than everyone else. Yall are just as much bigoted, spineless losers with skeletons in the closet that you claim me to be. The question is who's going to be the next big sensational bigot to bitch about. It could be you next, and I honestly have to sit and laugh, because that's the shit there that is the reason why the exclusive creators will continue to use yall as fucking door matts. Yall have no priorities and literally bitch about stupid shit just to bitch.

Oh, and before anyone wants to cry to Mack about how Im a big ol meanie and she needs to disavow me. She already has. I'm blocked and she disavowed me privately. As to rather or not she decides to do it publicly is her choice, and I wouldn't have it any other way, because I'm sick and tired of having to walk on egg shells because of it back firing on her because yall seem to think people can't take responsibility for their own shit, so everyone else has to do it for them. Like fuck off with that nonsense. I'm not gonna sugar coat shit to please yall. You either like what I have to say or you don't. Unlike half this community, I don’t give a shit about my reputation. It's more stress than one realistically needs. I like speaking my mind and that's pretty much it. Don't like it, then bitch about it, or block and move on. Yoonie can go fuck themself. They want to cry and bitch about how I hurt their feefees, they can have fun with that. Considering they're an awful person, It low key gives me life. Anyways. I'm done. Originally I was going to write a doc about this and then leave the community, but nah. Fuck it. By the end of this, I'm going to be known as the community shit stirrer, and I live for it! Anyways! That offer for the Beverly Hills Mansion still stands. Sksksksksksksksk.

-Texasthegreatdestroyer mother fuckin signing off!

Oh, and P.S. If Yoonie tries to claim she never had me blocked, well uh. I'm not dumb unlike her. I grab screenshots of shit automatically. It's been this way for awhile now, as I've tried to respond to posts from mutuals only to find that that I can't because they're a reblog of hers, so I have to find the source. Also it duped screenshots in the post. Oh well.

#sims 4 anti paywall #sims 4 cc #sims 4 scams sims 4 patreon #anti paysites #anti paywall #sims 4 #sims 4 cc sales #sims4cc #sims4

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voidselfshipp · 2 years

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Party gone...not so wrong

Cw: mentions of wine. (To describe dion.ysus)

Only mutuals okay to reblog. Ask to tag.

Summary: Nova isnt feeling too good on her party, dionysus decides its his chance to talk to them.

Pairing: Nova X Dionysus (ha.des)

Taglist: @tex-treasures

A/n: Recomended to listen to "The cult of dionysus by the orion experience"

Nova sighed looking down at her feet,they werent fond of parties, specially not with this Many people.

Only thing that made It barely worth it was in dionysus. Yep. They had it bad for the god of wine.

He was charming, and funny, and they would not have enough courage to talk to him. Slay monsters? Yeah, hunt Giant beasts? Absolutely. But talking to a cute guy? Nope. Not happening.

"This music is way too loud..." they thought, walking away from the hulking crowd "this was supposed to be my party. To celebrate I was becoming a huntress of artemis...I kinda feel bad for not enjoying myself".

Unbeknownst to the hunter, dionysus was watching them, he was itching to get to know Artemis' New huntress, he had heard amazing things from the goddess of the hunt.

He saw them scurry away to a quiter space, sitting down on a nearby bench and just...sulk.

So, trying to Keep as much people off of him as he could, the god of wine made his way towards Nova,who, inmediatly after noticing him approaching, straightened their back.

--Why, hello there, Nova I suppose?-- He asked.

--Yes, I am Nova, nice meeting you, Lord Dionysus-- they answered quite nervous.

--Oh no need for formalities, its a pleasure to meet you too, if I May ask,however, why is it that youre here, sulking by yourself? This is your party after all

--well-- They started-- parties arent much my style. But the townspeople decided to throw a party anyway... though id rather be somewhere quieter

Dionysus nodded-- I admitt the folk here are a bit too much, May I be so bold as to ask if youd like to run away somewhere else?

Nova seemed stunned-- I uh-uhm...yes,please? --he offered his hand and they took it sneakily slipping off towards the forest, seeing this, they couldnt help but ask-- Dionysus? Where are we going?

--You said you wanted to be somewhere quiet, and I know from good faith that you like forests and nature! So thats where we are going!

Soon they got to a quiet clearing,the moon was shining down on them, lighting up the treeless spot.

--ah, much better dont you think?-- said dionysus, sitting down on the Grass, patting the spot besides him.

--Yeah, much better-- Nova agreed sitting down with him-- its...peaceful

Now that it was only the two of them , the god took a moment to observe his companion, who was quietly growing a beautiful vine of blossomed grape vine flowers, tying it with sunflowers and roses.

"What a gentle soul..." he pondered "how quiet they are...".

--Dionysus? This is for you-- Nova commented, snapping him out of his trance.

He let them put the flower crown on his hair, and smiled-- thank you it is beautifully crafted

--heh,I appreciate that-- then the both of them looked at the Sky. In silence.

It wasnt unconfortable, just neither of them know what to speak about.

--Congratulations on being named a hunter of artemis, by the way-- the god of wine was the first one to break the quiet-- you must have worked very hard for that

--i did indeed, Many years of training-- the hunter responded-- thank you for taking me here, its better...-- Nova looked up at the stars-- artemis always jokes im a star, thats were my name comes from...

-- Nova Also means new, so New star...Also very fitting-- the god followed up-- you sure are like a batch of fresh air, and you shine like a star, I can tell by only looking at you, youre a good person, yknow?

His companion smiled, looking away from the night Sky-- I appreciate that

-- If you dont mind, once this night is over, could I ask you out?...on a date? Truth is ive been meaning to meet you sooner, never got the chance to, until now, that is-- the god proposed, scratching the back of his neck.

--Why of course, ive been meaning to talk to you, but I didnt have enough courage to pull it off, as you said though, until now

Dionysus Turned to them and smiled-- how about I take you out on a stroll, we can take a basket, fill it with food and take a blanket...we could have lunch in this very clearing tomorrow

--That sounds nice, why not-- after telling him the place where their hut was placed, they added-- I also wanted to dance tonight, guess thats the only bad thing of leaving the party, huh?

--not at all! We can dance togheter, right here-- with a snap of his fingers, a band of musicians appeared, they were made of purple light, And the song they played was slow and romantic.

They held eachother closely as they danced, smiling through it all in silence.

Then, when the night was over, Nova invited the god to stay at their hut, Dionysus didnt complain and now they were cuddled up in bed, with the god caressing the hunters hair.

They were half asleep, holding for dear life on their companion, who only looked at them as if they hung the moon and stars.

"Such a gentle soul"he thought, pulling the human for a quick kiss, and though half asleep, they kissed back to the best of their abilities.

--good night, my star-- the god muttered closing his eyes and Relaxing, planning on what to take to their first date.

#cw wine mention #tw wine mention #🦌🏹the apprentice of artemis🦌🏹#🍷🍇red wine love🍇🍷

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aluvian · 2 years

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Comfort Tag Game

Tagged by the always lovely and incredible @redteekal. Thank you for always tagging me in these kinds of games. 💙 Sorry it took me so long to respond 😅

Comfort Movie: Ratatouille, The Matrix, Empire Strikes Back, Beauty and the Beast, and Avatar

Comfort Food: The Cobb salad from the Hollywood Brown Derby restaurant at Hollywood Studios, SEAFOOD, and Mexican/Tex-Mex food

Comfort Clothing: My black yoga pants with any of my old and worn t-shirts

Comfort Song: Embrace by the Bee Gees

Comfort Book: 'Salem's Lot by Stephen King, A World of Difference by Leona Blair, The Sandman by Neil Gaiman, and The Haunting of Alaizabel Cray by Chris Wooding

Comfort Game: Red Dead Redemption 2, Mass Effect, Neverwinter Nights, Castlevania: Symphony of the Night + Lament of Innocence + Curse of Darkness + Bloodlines, and Skyrim

Tagging: @karrashi @anders-hawke @kriscynical @eidetictelekinetic @viksworth

#this was fun!!!!!#tag games

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makarovni · 7 months

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It Doesn't Feel Like A (WIP) Wednesday

Tagged by @adelaidedrubman to share some stuff I'm working on this wednesday. Thank you!! I went back and forth between this and the horny Anabel/Raphael fic but that one's actually almost done so I decided on Sheep and Tex. It's October, why not share more of my horror characters, right? There are references to nsfw events but nothing outright, and a teeny tiny bit of blood.

When she wakes up, the room is spinning. Her head is pounding. She can't process what is before her- at least, not at first. Once the dizziness goes away, her eyes can focus, and they see none other than the handsome man who she allowed into her car, and, much worse, allowed to perform a violent and strange foreplay routine on her that makes much more sense now. He's sitting in a wooden chair that looks like it belongs to a dining room, although it is turned around so that he can lean his elbows on the top of the backrest and the lower half is between his legs.

"Well, good mornin', little lamb!" He says with a smile, still charming despite the circumstances. "Finally awake. I've been waitin' on you to wake up for hours now, and you're finally openin' those pretty grey eyes."

On her first attempt to speak, all she can let out is a hoarse squeak, and she has to clear her throat. This must be from him choking her last night.

"What…" She rasps, "what is this? What are you doing to me?"

The cowboy's smile widens and he leans forward a bit more, the chair creaking with his movement. "You wanted to play like you were a victim last night, honeylamb. So that's what you're gonna be. A victim."

It's only then that she notices her body is sitting in a chair like the one he's in, though some old rope is wrapped around her torso and the backrest, binding her to the chair. Her wrists are also bound, but with duct tape instead.

"A victim of what?" She asks, feeling heat flush over her. She's enjoying this. Why is she enjoying this?

He gives a small laugh. "Whatever I want. See, you're different than the other people I bring 'round here."

Standing up, he begins to pace. "They don't like this, they don't ask to be cut up with a pocket knife, they don't like bein' bitten, and they sure as hell don't respond to "you wanna be kidnapped, girlie?" With," he pauses to change his voice to a higher pitch, to mimic her, ""I'll be your victim," and then let me choke 'em unconscious while moanin' the whole time. You like bein' a lamb led to slaughter. You are a black Sheep."

By this point, he's crouching at her level, intense blue eyes digging into her. She can't meet his gaze with her own, turning her head down and focusing on the dusty, dirty floor of the room they're in, trying to hold her breath.

"C'mon, little lamb, look at me," he says playfully.

When she doesn't move, he presses his face against her neck, against the teeth mark-shaped bruises from the previous night. His nose is pressed against her carotid artery, and he can feel her pulse beneath the skin- it's fast and hard. He smiles into her flesh and gives it a quick peck before sinking his teeth into it, making her squirm and cry out.

"Fuck!" She whines, screwing her eyes shut, trying to act like she dislikes it. "What the hell was that for?!"

The blond man pulls away from her and looks at her face, now forward and looking up from the ground, and smirks.

"Well, if you're gonna put your neck out on display like that, I figured you were askin' for it."

Her eyes are open now, and she can see him lick his lips, taking some red away with his tongue. Did he really bite hard enough to draw blood?

#my wips #my writing #sheep #tex sawyer #<- for organization. those in the tag pls dont throw rocks at me #x: cowboy casanova

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jensnonprofit · 2 years

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Meandering, yet completed article for Portland Textile Month

Antagonistic textiles

Textiles and fiber arts come with predetermined descriptive phrases. Comfort, delicacy, care and domesticity act as firm representations that oftentimes hinder further evaluation of the textile medium. When digital and industrial methods are introduced, we owe it to ourselves to insert these factors into a larger issue concerning perception and dialogue around the works. How should a recipient or observer of an artwork respond when something that tries cozying up to you suddenly reveals a precocious hostility?

In this review published in Contemporary Art Writing Daily of Petra Cortright’s 2020 show Borderline Aurora Borealis, the author confronts Cortright’s attempt at using textiles as a translation for ethereal or fleeting computer images. In regards to Cortright’s exhibition, the author states: “Everything that makes virtual space unique is lost in order to give you, prospector, something to bite.” Ultimately, the works in the show are created to impress ‘Art dads’ and collectors in the way the works show off digital media applied to a ‘traditional’, physical form. Cortright’s theme of Post Internet Art vocalized through the textile medium strips away both of their uniqueness and you are left with what the author calls: “A cardboard cutout replacement of someone famous.” The verity of this claim lies in the motion of how printing on fabric connects to a harsher and ‘uglier’ method of production, far detached from presumptions of graceful purity often connected to the production of textile works. Cortright’s digital paintings become reproductions in a form which forces the fabrics through a printer and come out on the other side as a ‘perfect’ translation – existing without flaws or marks. The result is the production of a ready-made object, snatched from industry and applied a price tag filled with preconceived notions. In this observation there is also an implied, cynical play on the viewer expected to accept the built in ‘friendly’ connotations to textiles when in truth, the medium and process are grinding at each other – rendering them both hollow.

Industrialization and digitization does not happen without the textile industry. The invention of the Jacquard Loom in 1804 allowed an unskilled laborer to produce the same patterned fabric quicker than a master weaver. By using punch cards, the loom would configure the correct method of creating patterns and this use of binary code would later lay the groundwork for computer programming.

Today there are machines such as the Tc2 Digital Jacquard Loom that connect pre industrial methods, early Jacquard technology and modern digital softwares to create a making experience that is interestingly both liberating and limiting. Working on a Tc2 gives you the same amount of neck and back pain as a regular floor loom, but through throwing a shuttle back and forth you can end up with images of internet fragments, algorithmically generated patterns or digitally created forms that are translated through the programmed lifting of warp and weft. The Tc2 however comes with a $33,000 price tag, and is often locked behind institutional doors, or a limited selection of residencies. This creates a hefty schism between two very separate forms of textile production. One operates in the private – stitching and weaving solely by hand in an effort to reconnect with ‘simpler’ ways of making. The other is dependent on institutional support that can sometimes dictate the end product. What do people want to see from textile artists where precious spots are available for this high priced method of production? Salacious curveballs or streamlined, prewritten, copycated artist statements? Oftentimes we are met by the latter... Do trends in the artworld dictate what we end up seeing from these precious opportunities? Questions like these linger perhaps in the minds of people who hold authority over these production methods. Textile and fiber works are part of the loosely defined ‘democratized’ art sphere as there is wider acceptance of ‘private methods of making’ that are not taught by art institutions. Yet how are people still shocked by the bold and fresh Quilts of Gee’s Bend, regardless of their disconnect to digital technologies?

With craft seeing an uptick in popularity in a world which is back to valuing human touch, there are instances of artists cutting out the middleman, the tools, instruments and the studio to get straight to the point and order industrially produced rugs with whatever image they might desire. Dropshipping services have made it easier to custom order textiles to portray your intended image without involving the canvas, the paper or other substrates. Canvas or linen exude luxury and glamor, paper alludes to quickness, but textiles offer another distinguished characteristic – the aspiration of care, labor and domesticity. However, the products which you order are completely anonymous, made by what might as well be ghosts, the results of the production itself carries with it a similar poetry. The industrially made textile is no longer connected to care, or comfort, rather it is now attached to global pollution, child labor and the navigation of a terrain littered with scams and untruths. This method of making is utilized by design studios, established artist or exhibition spaces who build a narrative of the object as something other than a pointlessly expensive and materially consuming laser print.

In the end, there is nothing wrong with asking for a dollar, or having a somewhat antagonistic art practice. Stitching, knitting and crocheting is making a comeback, marks indicate labor, that again identify a sort of ‘labor value’. But does the origin of this labor stand out as meaningful? And what about its connection to technology and the hierarchies it creates within the textile world? And when does the process of labor become indistinguishable between purely industrial and that which is just the industrial oversight of the artist? The fastidious MFA student, the factory worker or the grandmother with the quilting setup are all working within the textile sphere, yet the product’s connotations are ever-changing depending on whose hand it touches. As the world changes and machine learning and AI art generators are the latest new fads to hit the average consumer, is there not a point to be argued that we owe it to ourselves to preserve a ‘purity of making’, or leave extra space for human failure? Industrial or digital textile production methods are impressive, yet dull, temporary and sometimes exploitative. A perfect product might hold high monetary value, but the diaphanous textile is forever ethereal and alluring in its imperfections.

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willchild · 3 years

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@everysinglepheel thank you so, so much Pheel!!! I'm so honored you think it looks great 😭!!! I hope you're doing well and that this finds you in good cheer ✨♥️!!!!

#tex responds to tags

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moved-to-void-kissed · 3 years

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..I really shouldn’t have looked at my inbox before work because someone (and by someone I mean *@tex-treasures*) has decided to put something in there and fluster me to hell and back-

#I don’t really have enough time now to respond to it properly but please just know she has murdered me /lh #a call from the void #selfship #selfshipping #ask to tag #tex tag!#sort of #help #tex this deserves retribution #it was just such a lovely image

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alovesongshewrote · 3 years

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Pride or Something | Loki Laufeyson

Plot: You’re a ghost. You follow Loki around. That’s it, that’s how the two of you operate. [Loki x Gender Neutral!Reader]

Word Count: 1,406

Warnings: uhhhhh the reader’s a ghost, but like, it has nothing to do with the plot. it’s just

A/N: well, first off, this is mostly platonic tbh. secondly, this legit just crack taken seriously. like, think of it as a beta, if it does well, i might write more ghost shenanigans/loki content but whooooo knowsssss

Tags: @the-phantoms-library @blixeon @yagirlcheesely

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I don’t know if I would call you and Loki “friends.”

It was more like you were a ghost who’d spent their days haunting his ass ever since he stepped foot on Earth.

And that was probably because you were a ghost who’d spent their days haunting him ever since he stepped foot on Earth.

It wasn’t for any sad or dramatic reason. He hadn’t been responsible for your death. (Although he had been responsible for several others, so you kind of haunted him out of revenge, but only a little bit.) Overall, though, you just liked his style. His flair, his moxie, his zest for life. Ya liked the cut of his jib, etc, etc, etc.

Also, being Asgardian, he could see you, and that was pretty dope.

So, you followed the god of mischief around, causing him problems, and relishing in the fact that he couldn’t get rid of you no matter how hard he tried.

And believe me, he did try, but by the second faked death, he kind of gave up. I mean, he thought he’d done it. He returned from fooling his brother, banished his father, and took the throne of Asgard, all without a glimpse of you.

But alas, when he retired to his chambers that night, you were on the bed, reading a book. As you do. Or maybe as you don’t, Loki was pretty surprised, so much so that he threw a knife at you. It missed.

“Nice shootin’ tex.”

“What are you doing here!? How- how did-”

“Shit, man, are you actually surprised by this? I’ve been following you for like, a while now. I’ve been to Asgard before. Did you- did you think your dad’s bedroom door would stop me?”

“That- that doesn’t answer my questions. What are you doing here, and what will it take for you to leave?”

You groaned and put your book down before answering, making it a much bigger deal than it actually was, “I’m here to bother you, as always. I thought you knew that, like, I’m not going to stop. And I’m not leaving, either. I like it here.”

“Ahahahah, no. You have to go if anyone sees you-”

“What, they’ll figure out that you aren’t really Odin? I kind of doubt that.”

“I- Even if they don’t, this,” he made a vague gesture at your entire being, “Is going to raise questions.”

“Subtle,” you rolled your eyes in the most dramatic fashion possible and snapped your fingers. The second you did, your clothes changed from regular modern ghost clothes to Normal Asgardian™ wear, “Is this more to your liking, your majesty?”

“One of these days,” he muttered while wandering off to do something, “One of these days I will banish you to the underworld.”

“I’d like to see you try, Princey.”

He didn’t respond, but you heard a crash from somewhere in the room, so you were satisfied.

Things continued on this way for a while. You basically followed Loki around making dumb jokes and quips. He got you back, though. In order for your presence to go unnoticed by the Asgardians around you, you had to pretend to be his royal advisor. It wasn’t an awful experience though, for either of you. Your dumb jokes eventually got the god to laugh, and your “job” as an advisor had some perks. You got to wear cool shit all the time, and that was pretty nifty all on its own, but you also got to explore Asgard. Like, Asgard, Asgard. Most humans would never experience that place in a million lifetimes, and here you were for the second time. You weren’t alive, though, so maybe you didn’t count. And then there was the advising. Despite your status as a permanent thorn in his side, Loki actually listened to you when it came to that. No matter what you thought about him on any given day, you had to admit, it was nice to have someone who listened to your concerns.

Eventually, you figured out that he needed the same thing.

You found him staring up at a statue in the middle of the night. The statue was one of a woman you did not recognize, cast in gold and lit from below. Another thing you didn’t recognize was the look on Loki’s face. It was almost… forlorn. Mournful, maybe? Whatever it was, it was definitely sad, and not something he’d ever expressed around you before. You’d seen him try to be smooth and suave and manipulative, hell he’d tried that on you when you first met. You’d also seen the god angry, full of rage and ready to kill. Mostly, you saw his irritated side, because that’s what you brought out in him, and occasionally, you saw him laugh, but this? This sadness, this abject heartbreak on his face was something new entirely.

And you had no idea how to handle it.

“Heyyyyyy, buddy, you okay?”

“Not now, (Y/N.)”

There was something in his voice that drove you to do as he asked for once. So, you didn’t bother him. Instead, you just stared up at the statue, standing silently by his side. Seconds passed into minutes, and minutes to hours, until the first light of dawn broke over the horizon. And yet, neither of you said a word.

But alas, you reached a point where you couldn’t take the silence.

“She’s beautiful.”

“She was.”

You turned your head from the statue to face Loki instead. He was in his own body, not masquerading as his father, for once. The expression on his face had remained the same since you’d found him, “You knew her?”

“I should think so, she was my mother.”

“Oh.”

You stood in silence for another moment, clawing desperately for something to say. You knew of Frigga’s passing. Hell, you’d even been on Asgard during the funeral. Granted, you hadn’t been at the funeral. You hadn’t been with Loki, either, you’d figured he needed some space. Nope, at that time, you were in the palace, wandering around until the mass of mourners found their way back in and you vanished off into one of the walls.

Now, though, now there was no vanishing. There was only a lonely god, a golden statue, and a ghost. A ghost who was looking for the right thing to say. Ironically, it was only when you turned your back on Loki that you found it, for behind the three of you stood Asgard, in all her glory. You suddenly knew what you had to do. Tell the truth (or at least what you knew of it.)

“She would be proud of you.”

“Proud of what, a son who stole the throne from his father in the absence of his brother? I think not.”

“Well, it sounds pretty shitty if you put it like that. But look-” gently, you brought your hand to his face and turned it so he faced his kingdom. In the dim light, the city seemed to catch fire, flickering a bright gold.

“Look at that,” you said, “Since you took the throne, you’ve poured money into the arts, into the people. Asgard is flourishing under your reign. In such a short time, you’ve done what Midgardian politicians take generations to do. I think that is something to be proud of.”

“And you’re so certain of this because-?”

“Well, I mean, I could ask her if you want me to. I am a ghost, so..."

"No! No. If she is at peace, don't- do not bother her."

I see a lot of shit, but your leadership?” you took a second to let go of Loki’s face, “Definitely some of the least shit leadership I’ve seen in a hot minute, you feel me?”

The god took a minute, thinking about what you’d said. You could not stop the grin that crossed your face when his distressed expression shifted to a more peaceful one. You gave him a pat on the shoulder and looked back up at the statue. It took a few more seconds of silence for you to ruin the moment.

“You’d better feel me. Wait, no, I- fucking hell. You know what I mean.”

Beside you, you could see Loki trying not to laugh. Whatever your mission was, you considered it accomplished.

With the smallest of sighs, you stretched and turned away, a smile still plastered on your face, “Well, I’m gonna go take a nap. Have a good night- ah, morning, Princey.”

You continued to stretch as you wandered off, not at all noticing the god watching you walk away.

“The same to you, dear ghost.”

#loki x you #loki x reader #loki imagine #loki layfeyson x reader #loki lafeyson x you #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel x you #x readers #x reader #lovesong's writing

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painandalsosuffering · 3 years

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my introduction thing is below the cut, please read is ur gonna follow me, thank you :)

my other blogs are:

@mattsmithslefteye (doctor who)

@postaldudeplinko (postal)

howdy, i mostly go by Crow or Evan, but I'll also respond to Tex

I use mainly They/He/It/Xe as pronouns but I'll respond to anything besides she/her.

I personally identify as genderfaun, minflexible, and abrosexual (if you want me to explain it in extreme detail I will gladly explain all of it)(and to put it short, I mostly identify as a man, and I'm mostly attracted to men, except sometimes I like women, also my attraction in general fluctuates)

I'm pagan, and I'm pretty new to it so I'm constantly learning about it.

my dms are always open if u wanna chat at all :) I just ask that unless I state it clearly, I don't want someone just coming in and venting to me, please and thank you :)

before you follow:

I swear a lot so there's that, and if you have any specific triggers you want me to tag, just let me know :)

this account has a large variety of things I reblog/post, so it's usually a big mess of interests and stuff I think is funny

also I do vent on this account but I tag it with "tw vent" and/or "vent tw"

also also if I don't like one of your posts it is because I either have already liked it or it's under a filtered tag

dni list I think:

- basic dni criteria (homophobic, transphobic, racist, sexist, etcetc)

- if you think ace/aro people aren't part of the lgbtq+ community

- if ur a terf

- I'd prefer if dsmp fans didn't interact, any current mutuals are OK but on thin ice /hj (casual mcyt fans are ok)

- if you think pedos are a part of the lgbtq+ community

- if you excuse s/a or victim blame

- if you identify as a woman and constantly enjoy mlm media only in sexual ways (shipping stuff is fine, i don't mind that. it's just those who only intake the sexual stuff that is weird as fuck)

- if ur a fan of harry potter :/

- proshippers fuck off disrespectfully

- people who ship Bruce and Jerome from Gotham fuck off disrespectfully

- if you think men can be lesbians???

a couple things I like and might post/reblog stuff about:

- Metalocalypse

- Letterkenny, Shorsey

- NHL

- Postal

- Batman, Gotham, Peacemaker, DC stuff in general

- ICP

- Star Trek

- Aqua Teen Hunger Force

there's more but I'm tired and lazy so I'll update this later

(p.s.- if we become mutuals, I'm gonna assume u wanna be friends /hj)

#introduction #ignore these other tags they are for my own help #writing ref #sometimes i yearn #very important

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