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royalarchivist · 3 months
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Ironmouse: Part of the reason why I love this server so much is because everybody's so nice. Everyone! Like, every single person is super nice! And it's like- it's like, genuine nice, it's not like fake niceness. [...] I've literally talked to almost everybody at least once like outside of the QSMP. We've talked on Discord, people regularly check in on me, we get in group chats and we play games like outside of the server... You don't really find that sort of connection all the time with people.
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Ironmouse recently talked about her experience on QSMP, and how kind all the members are. I'm posting the entire conversation instead of cutting it up like I usually would because I really enjoyed hearing her thoughts on the server.
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Ironmouse: Honestly, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I did. He's so nice, he's so- he's always been super nice to me. He's been so nice, I– part of the reason why I- I love this server so much is because everybody's so nice. Everyone! Like, every single person is super nice! And it's like- it's like, genuine nice, it's not like fake niceness. You know how sometimes like– you always hear like, "Oh yeah, you know–" when–
Ironmouse: Whenever you like, join like a new thing, right? Whenever you like join like a new thing, you always worry, 'cuz you always think: "Oh, are the people gonna like me? Are they gonna be nice to me? What if- What if- you know, what if this, what if that?" But everybody like genuinely was nice when I first came by, and everybody has been so nice to me– not just in the game, but outside of the game, and–
Ironmouse: Something special about the QSMP is like... People wanna be your friend like outside of the game? Like, I've literally talked to ev– almost– almost everybody at least once like outside of the QSMP, like... We've talked on Discord, people like regularly check in on me, and like we get in group chats and like we- we play games like outside of the server, and it's just like... You don't really find that sort of connection all the time with people? You know what I mean? It's very– it's very not common when you go on like, a content creator-like server or stuff like that, you know? You'll get like one or two people that you get close to and stuff, but like... Everybody is SO nice, and everybody's been so nice to me, and I can't tell you how many people like, wished me– not just like wished me happy birthday, or like wished- said, "Oh, you know, hap- Merry Christmas!" dadadada, it's like genuinely like... Asked how I'm doing, and like talk to me, and like... Just like– I dunno, it's just like so- so- it's so wonderful. Ironmouse: Like, I get that with VShojo a lot, like– we're all like besties, and we all like talk all the time, but I feel like it's different, 'cuz like VShojo– we're VShojo, we're like– we're our own group, but this is like... You know... You don't expect this sorta thing when you get invited to like be on some- be a part of something, you know? And it's- and it's been so– it's been so wonderful and everybody's been so GENUINELY nice to me, and I- I appreciate everybody on the server so much, and they're just some of the nicest people that I've ever met ever, and it's just–
Ironmouse: It just warms my heart, and I'm just really– really like, thankful to be a part of something so great, and something so positive! Because like, everybody's so supportive! Like– the time when like, I didn't like– I- I- I had a moment where it's like I– do you guys remember in December when I- I was not around a lot? And like, I had to take breaks and all this stuff and it turns out it was like the concert stuff? They all like would message me regularly, like, we would all keep up with each other, and we would all talk. And I remember telling them about like, how much stress I was under, and like all the- all the pressures of the concert and stuff, and– and they were cheering, and- and- and they were just so... so kind to me, it was just so– so sweet, and- and you know, I was in a group chat with a- with a few people, and they were all just so excited and- and- just super nice, and- and very- very sweet, and it's just– and it's just very– I'm sorry if I'm rambling! It's just...
Ironmouse: I dunno! I- I- I just enjoy being here, and I enjoy hanging out with everybody, and... it's just nice to meet really good people. You don't really find that. You don't find that sort of thing all the time. Don't get me wrong– it's not like I haven't met a lot of good people, like– I just feel like this whole like, my whole like– Ever, like– My streaming journey, I've just been nothing but surprised at the goodness of people? Don't get me wrong– I've met assholes and sht like that, and I've met- I've encountered some people that are NOT so nice. I'll never like, talk about it or whatever because that's their thing, and I'm just gonna do my thing and I don't wanna like, you know, spread any type of stupid drama or whatever the fck, but like... I'm just always surprised about how– how incredibly nice people are, and how genuine a lot of people are, and it's... It- it's just nice, especially since like– You're used to coming from like, a certain background and a certain like, environment where it's like, you've met a lot of like fcked up mean people in your life, and you've just been around a lot of like fckery, you know? So when- when you're around stuff that's NOT fcked, it's just like, "Woah, this is crazy! Is this- is this how life is supposed to be?!" And it's just- it's just really... it's really- it's really nice. It's very nice.
Ironmouse: Yeah, it's very refreshing, that's why I- I enjoy hanging out on here, everybody's just so nice to me. And it's not just like being nice just to be on-stream, it's nice off-stream, on-stream, friendship on-stream, off-stream, it's- it's just- it's just so- it's- it's- it's wonderful. It's wonderful. And I just have to say like... man, I'm just really thankful that like... it's crazy that like I got invited to be on here and I'm just really thankful that, you know... Quackity like, reached out to me and he's- he's just been nothing but nice, everybody- everybody's just so kind. Everybody's so nice. This is something truly special.
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multi-lefaiye · 2 months
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not sure who might need to hear this or if it's just me that needs to, but i've had this thought for a bit and i wanna write it out
you are not a machine that exists to make art. you are a human being, and human beings need rest and breaks.
creative block happens. it's natural, and embracing it as part of the process is far better in the long run than stressing out over it.
we live in a world that emphasizes productivity above all else and needing to Make Something, but truly it is not the end of the world if you're not productive 24/7.
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moonssugar · 8 months
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we gotta talk about the intrinsic hatred neurotypicals have for neurodivergent people particularly when they dont know theyre neurodivergent but automatically know they hate something about them. and also how they acquire that hatred so quickly during childhood and now that hatred grows when the neurodivergent person has other attributes society hates
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ad-hawkeye · 1 month
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papanowo · 1 year
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Whatever your stance is on the Rexsoka shippers is I don't care, but Anakin is a married man! You are really going to ship a man getting together with his subordinate and cheating on the woman he married and impregnated with twins? Can't get behind that, not sorry.
do you guys realise that asks like these are just gonna make me draw them more
also this notion that you can't ship people in canonical relationships is insane like you wouldn't survive 2015 tumblr
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miss-spookhead · 1 year
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okay look: this blog may be deader than a doornail, but by god am i going to revive it so i can ramble on about a steddie how to train your dragon au
now hear me out--Eddie, obviously, is hiccup. an eccentric, outcast underdog of the highest degree. he may not be looking to prove himself like hiccup is, but the idea still works. what really matters is that he's different. he doesn't fit into the mold of what a dragon-killing viking should be, and maybe he takes a lot of pride in it.
what he doesn't take a lot of pride in, however, is his absolutely mortifying crush on Steve Harrington, the local dragon-slaying overachiever, chief's son, and all around air-headed jock whose confident douchebaggery has Eddie reeling at the very idea that he very much is attracted to him.
besides his humiliating crush on Harrington, Eddie sets his sights on two things more productive: discovering whatever there is to know about the dragons his village is so obsessed with killing, and aiding his uncle Wayne's blacksmith shop. and Eddie loves wayne, odin's beard he does--he calls Eddie his fucking son--but the old man puts a lot of belief on his beanpole excuse of a viking nephew.
like, wayne looks Eddie in the eyes with those sad, tired eyes of his, calls him son, and asks him to carry on his life's work. and who is Eddie to say no to him? he likes building shit. he has an eye for the artistic. he'd give the whole world to that old man just to make him the slightest bit proud of him.
case in point: he's hauling an actual catapult to the top of an empty hill in the middle of the night so he can give one of his newest builds a little test run. launch a spare bola into the forest, why not.
so, once he heaves the bola into the mouth of the catapult (which does a real number to his pissant limbs), his eyes wander to the inky night sky above him. they trace the blinking stars, and he feels this odd calm wrap around him. he can't even place the last time he's felt this at peace before in his life. it's never been so quiet.
he dashes the thought once he sees a blot of black nothingness engulf the stars, bit by bit in quick succession. like a shadow soaring through the night sky. something is out there.
a fucking night fury.
"shit." Eddie's hand slips, and down goes the lever. out goes the bola.
"shit!" clearly, it hits. a bellowing roar echoes from the sky, and there's a great rustle and thud as the dragon makes impact with the forest's trees.
Eddie stumbles backwards in shock. his mind is racing, positively buzzing like a hive of bees in his head. he hit a night fury. like, actually shot it down from the sky. using one of the bola catapults that he built.
now, Eddie, non-conformist that he is, wouldn't usually want to brag about taking down a godsdamned night fury with his own catapult to the common viking, Harrington be damned, but this. this is a real achievement. he can hold something above his stupid head and his beautiful hair. his ego demanded it.
and even if he wanted to stay tight-lipped about the situation, wayne still has to know.
and come the morning, he's got to prove it somehow.
"can't son," wayne says gruffly. he lugs the axe head he's been diligently hammering on into a bucket of cold water at his feet, then looks at Eddie with those droopy eyes. "someone has to keep shop, and I ain't discouragin' you from your little..." he trails off, yanking the steel from the bucket, "adventures."
frigg bless his heart for at least encouraging Eddie's bullshit, even when he's not an active participant. and maybe that's the worst part of their relationship, Eddie thinks, that wayne would very gladly shoulder all that burden, all that extra work just so Eddie could..well...be himself.
Eddie opens his mouth to argue, even when he knows his uncle is right, but wayne shakes his head. he's got a solemn look about him, worn and frayed on the edges. it shuts Eddie up real quickly.
it's a wordless agreement.
so, Eddie turns heel, ready to make his way to the forest, and promptly collides with Harrington. the asshole probably sidled up behind him to collect whatever weapon Wayne's making without even considering that his nephew was trying to goad him into seeing a night fury. which said nephew took down himself mind you.
whatever. asshole.
"odin's beard," Harrington huffs, running a hand through his, sigh, perfect hair, "do you ever watch where you're going, munson?"
"apologies for not making way for royalty, cheifling," Eddie snaps, and stomps off. he can practically feel Harrington's dumbfounded stare even when he's out of sight. chiefling. that's a good one.
what he really should be focusing on is the night fury in the forest. the forest that he's lost in. the night fury that he shot down that's in the forest that he's lost in.
jord help him.
"--and you really went and did it, Edward," Eddie mumbles to himself, tone manic. he digs the toes of his boots into the soil as he walks, "you hit a dragon and you fucking lose it. you do something right--then poof! gone into thin air!"
"classic. fucking. munson"-- he kicks a sizable pebble on the ground in frustration--"blunder!"
it makes impact with the trunk of a fallen tree.
no--the tree is snapped in half. like something heavy fell against it. like a dragon. like a night fury.
quickly, he stumbles over the broken tree, over a few rocks, and he finds the body of the night fury, bound at the legs by the launched bola.
it's still. dead still.
Eddie swallows, hand unsteadily reaching for the knife at his side.
the night fury is a stark black, sleek and scaly. Eddie imagines how smooth it would be if he slid grazed the dragons skin with his hand. atop its head is a smatter of grey spots, from the tip of its head to its snout. kind of like dust.
Eddie blinks.
it's so...fragile looking. and, gods, he fucking killed it.
"look at it," he whispers to himself, half in pride and half in utter, stomach churning despair. "look at what you've done."
breath caught in his throat, Eddie pokes the belly of the dragon with the toe of his boot, just to make sure.
its eyes shoot open, belly sucking in quickly as it takes a sharp breath. it's leg pushes against Eddie, shoving him backward onto his ass.
"shiiiiiiiit!" he chokes out, quickly bringing himself to his feet. his legs wobble like a newborn lamb, and he crowds his back against the rock behind him.
his stomach pools with fear, and obviously, he does what he does best--
Eddie's halfway through a pathetic attempt to climb over the rock to get the fuck out of there, when the night fury whimpers behind him. his head turns slowly, heart beating like war drums, and he finds the dragons eyes trained on him.
Eddie thinks he might die.
he slides down the rock, grunting as he lands on his feet, and he stalks carefully toward the beast. he's white-knuckling his knife as the night fury's eyes keep following him 'til he ends up at its feet.
chest heaving, Eddie raises the knife, and the night fury drops its head in defeat.
but Eddie resolves not to kill the dragon. instead, he takes the rope binding the night fury's wings and begins cutting it, putting a whole lot of elbow grease into the effort.
and when he's done, the dragon stirs, pushing Eddie to the ground with its front legs, the pressure almost crushing the bones of his shoulders into powder.
it roars, spittle landing all over his face, and Eddie screams in response. using his entire chest.
the night fury reels backwards in surprise, blinking rapidly, then staggers further into the forest, leaving Eddie in the dust.
Eddie's shaky hands meet his shoulders in an attempt to sooth the pain. the shock. the confusion of it all.
Eddie--he...he did something. something incredible. he built a bolas and shot it into the night sky and hit a night fury. something no other person has ever done. not even perfect Harrington and his perfect hair and his perfect resolve when slaying dragons.
he hit a night fury--black and spotty--and found it in the woods. near death.
and he freed it.
if he were Steve Harrington, would he have freed it? would he have felt a sliver of empathy for the creature, or would he follow in the footsteps of his father and put it out of his misery?
does Eddie even want to be like Harrington? no. he doesn't. not in a million godsdamned years. he may be beautiful and strong and capable, but Eddie is nothing like the chiefling. and he's proud of it.
Eddie stares out into the mess of trees in front of him, listens to the distant stomping.
without scooping up his knife, he turns and runs.
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vickyvicarious · 18 days
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With the context of Mina getting fed extra garlic before she begins her own path to castle doom, I wonder if the chicken dish was extra thirst-inducing because they overseasoned the food for his protection?
I'm kind of torn on this one.
On the one hand, I love the concept. All the locals putting in whatever effort they can to make these vulnerable travelers less tasty to their local vampires? Delightful. Overflowing with that aspect of kindness, of humanity looking out for one another.
However... I have a couple objections to it here. Not necessarily insurmountable ones, but I gotta bring them up. Firstly, garlic has a fairly distinctive flavor, yet Jonathan only names the paprika in the seasoning. If Mina's anyone to judge by (as someone with likely the same rough history of food they know), then he should still be able to recognize if there was tons of garlic in there as well. And we don't have any hint at paprika or other spices in general being vampire repellents too. That said, maybe he's not good at picking out individual elements of flavor, just knows when he likes it and is going off the main ingredient they listed when he asked. Plenty of people are that way to varying extents, and enough other seasoning could maybe cover extra garlic added in too.
But here comes my second doubt. Jonathan eats the paprika hendl in Klausenburgh, not Bistritz. Granted, it's not a tremendous distance on a map, but it's one that he tells us took all day by train. One that went slowly, but still. Even if that's not fully out of vampire attack radius (probably not, given that Mina's own overgarlicked food was when she was still on her way to Bistritz), this inn isn't the one that had a letter from Dracula waiting for him. Presumably, this cook doesn't know where exactly he's intending to go. But hey, maybe they assume he'll be likely to get in trouble since he's traveling in that general direction, and as a foreigner doesn't know what to look out for. Or maybe he's utilizing his poor German to chat with people about his trip, and namedrops Dracula. Or maybe he inquired about the time his next train would come in and they figured it out from there. It implies a little bit of a rumor mill, or an assumption that all English people probably need the protection, but I think you could certainly still make it work if you want.
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btwn2lungs · 1 year
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me when i feel any slightly uncomfortable or negative emotion towards the circumstances of the two grown ass men involved in organized crime that i decided to make my comfort characters:
well, well, well. if isn’t it the consequences of my own actions.
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aeolianblues · 24 days
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one last thing I will say on that topic. Americans getting upset about you calling out Zionism. When you're not talking about Judaism or in fact, about religion at all. When you're talking about a national military funded by a country that has been dropping bombs on the middle east since the 1980s. But then I suppose when people who are so so so comfortable with equating a whole religion, or further a whole entire group of multiple ethnicities, with simply 'terrorism', are criticised on any aspect of their wrongdoings of course they must think we're talking about their whole religion. Literally every word is a projection.
#I lost all respect for that person honestly. I used to think they were quite cool. I put up with a lot of blatantly horrendous shit thinking#'surely it's only a defensive thing. Surely they're only talking about the sadness within their community rather than actively supporting#the mass killings of thousands of people. Surely they're a teacher they've got to have that empathy with kids being murdered'#No! The fucking full clownshow. And now I've been feeling like an idiot all day— like why did I go 'let it slide' x 100#why should *they* walk away feeling like they've got some sort of moral superiority here and why should I feel like I've been struck down?#Why am I the idiot that didn't block them four months ago#Anyway sorry to everyone who's had to watch me spam about one (1) negative interaction *all day long* it will subside soon#I'm just stinging from the fucking. Utter blindness.#We've always said someone's comfort doesn't override someone else's right to survival#as a literal genderqueer person they KNEW that. They'd uttered the same fucking sentence#but alas the pinkwashing that makes me so frustrated with Americans sometimes. It magically doesn't apply where racism is concerned ✨😃#The US really is bombs dropped by rainbow-painted aircrafts; that meme should not be this accurate#anyway I'm glad that person is not in my life anymore. I'm glad my dash has one less abomination to repeatedly show up on it#and I have every right to be angry and I will be. I just won't bother you lovely folks with it
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dmc5se · 5 months
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lady-tortilla-chip · 2 years
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Reading that some folks really think Dream doesn’t fuck is insane to me. Dream absolutely fucks have y’all not SEEN the way he looks at women, have y’all not SEEN the way he looked at Hob and how he spoke to The Corinthian?? Y’all forget Nada and Calliope who he canonically was in love with?? Mah dude. Fucks.
However, it is extremely hilarious to imagine no one in canon believes him.
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tardis--dreams · 8 months
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It's kind of a given but can i just say that i detest job interviews. I have one tomorrow and it's ruining my whole day because i have no interest in the job and yet have to pretend like i give a fuck
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chaos-has-theories · 7 months
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Today's mood: incredibly salty about the existence of "Booby Tape".
As in, the brand. The global multimillion dollar brand. "The world's first breast lift tape!" Because it's literally just kinetic tape. It's not wider, it's not anything, it just comes in a range of skin colors.
Oh, and it costs at least three times as much.
The part that really drives me up the wall is going through their FAQ, though.
"The secret with Booby Tape is all in the adhesive! It's formulated to hold the heaviest of breasts with a super strong grip!" It's kinetic tape.
"The key feature of Booby Tape is that it comes in a roll and you can cut your own length according to measure to minimise wastage." Yeah, it's kinetic tape.
"There is no latex or zinc oxide in Booby Tape. Booby Tape is made from a combination of cotton and nylon and the adhesive is acrylic." IT'S KINETIC TAPE.
What's even worse is that they only "recommend using nipple covers before applying Booby Tape as an extra precaution to sensitive nipples". Like dude. Do not apply tape directly to your nipples. Do NOT. Use a band-aid, or a folded handkerchief. Anything.
As for removal - "Booby Tape will come off easily if you peel your tape off gently and carefully", except their actual how-to guides tell you to soak it ("and we mean soak!") in their special "Booby Tape Remover".
Which, you guessed it, is just a 24€ bottle of oil.
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shizukahaiji · 23 days
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About to say something controversial but I think some of the Blue Lock fandom is getting way too comfortable with being homophobic
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youssefguedira · 1 year
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the thing is about talking to people irl about the old guard is im like. yeah it's a good movie i like it :) which doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of a) it's been over 2 years and i'm still. well. and b) i can directly track a worrying number of major things over the past 2 years back to me deciding hey this looks fun ill make that the next movie night movie on july 25th 2020 completely unaware and then two hours and eight minutes later my brain was completely rewired and that's why i'm like this i think
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irisbleufic · 10 months
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i don’t know if you ever planned to add another of those followup ficlets to the like broader ‘cot and extended environs’ series on ao3, but uhm -
you know what to do with your anger, iris. you know where home is. you always did and still do. 💕
It wouldn’t be a fix-it for the show. It would be something for comfort, something to show they’re still…still Home, as you’re reminding me. I’ve already fixed their world insofar as I could. I finished the main series/unit of CoT in very early 2019 precisely to demonstrate that I wanted no accusations that the show had influenced the ending of my long running story in any way. I stand by that being finished. I literally wrote myself sick(er) than I was already becoming over that year, but the result was worth it. If I hadn’t survived, it would’ve been my last months well spent.
But you’re right, I did add those few bonus ficlets under the larger series umbrella. As I recall, the most recent one was a somber historical flashback piece written for the GO Holiday Exchange. Fourteen years I spent writing writing all of that stuff, 2005 - 2019. I was so fucking young when I started it.
(For anyone who doesn’t understand why I’m so hard hit, it’s like seeing the worst timeline become the mainstream narrative for them. Hell, it is seeing just that. Bad enough it’s happening in our world, but now in the widest circulated version of theirs? What a nightmare.)
I’ll think of something, anon. Thanks 💙
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