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goblins-riddles-or-frocks · 3 months

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@doomsayings I had to make a separate post bc I have too much to say for a reply lmao. But I’M OBSESSED!! I literally only started Housewives to humor a friend but then it got me like immediately lol. I’m not current on either tbh tho. Housewives I’m on season… four? The one where Carlton and Joyce joined. And VPR I’m on season two. I’m trying to watch to keep up with both so that they’re like around the same time ish for any crossover content.

General thoughts, I’m in loooove with Lisa Vanderpump. She’s so sexy 😭😭😭 and she seems like the most genuine and normal of them? Hate that they’re all turning on her rn where I’m at in the season. Like leave her alone!!! She hasn’t done anything wrong ever.

Season one was really funny with the insane Kyle and Camille drama. Probably the only time Kyle has ever been justified imo sjdhdd. It was really cool how Camille turned around and became the least dramaful person over the subsequent seasons tho. Like she ended up leaving the show but Good For Her. It sounds like she had some like capital T Therapy and became way more mature and mellow.

Kyle was fun in like season one? But she’s been kind of pearl clutchy and annoying since idk. It’s good drama ig. But I’m neutral on her. I liked her relationship with Lisa a lot though rip it made a lot of sense why Lisa wanted to step back. And it’s been really funny how Kyle’s legit just acting like a jealous ex over it and being like “but why don’t you love me anymore :C” I was very 👀👀 when they kissed in Paris as a “joke” tho.

Adrienne seemed really chill and level headed at first at least next to the others and then got bizarrely touchy by the end. I love drama but hers seemed really petty all the time, so I was glad she left the show. Also she like transparently absolutely LOATHED her husband from the first episode, so I’m surprised it took her that long to get divorced.

Also past season but the Taylor thing was scary!!! It was insane seeing the “woman yelling at cat” meme in context and it’s like in the middle of her mental breakdown due to her abusive af husband.

I used to like Brandi a lot but she’s spiraled pretty bad? Like on intro she seemed genuinely really nice and just vaguely without a filter (same) and everyone was ganging up on her for objectively really minor things or interpreting her in bad faith all the time. But idk she got genuinely super racist with Joyce. And now she’s being mean to Lisa 💔

Carlton’s fun but insane. Love her weird goth house and how she and her husband are both clearly sleeping with the nanny. Also just all the very gay moments with Brandi and it’s hilarious how much she seems to hate Kyle for no reason?? Kyle could just be like “hi” and she’s like WHY WOULD YOU EVER SAY SOMETHING SO PASSIVE AGRESSIVE?? I’m sad to see her go but also shdhdfd she is just kind of crazy.

Joyce is meh. She’s just kind of boring. But very pretty. I am happy to stare at her. I know she doesn’t last past the one season either.

Yolanda seems deranged in her personal life but the most solid and reasonable in like the friend dynamic and when drama goes down. It’s really insane though how she’ll just say something completely crazy in passing and then gloss over it shdgd I think she also leaves soon? But she’s fun.

Kim’s also eh. She has soooo many issues but she handles them kind of annoyingly. Her life story is so fucked up and interesting though.

Re: VPR Stassi is probably my fave, she’s so messy 😭😭😭 That entire friend group is just awful! The way they have zero boundaries lmao. It’s like sitcom levels where they’re just together all the damn time. It also makes me feel better about adulthood lmao like these people act like insane teenagers!

Stassi is probs my fave. Love her mean girl energy. Scheana is vapid but probably like… the most solid friend? All the others are such assholes lmao. They never show up for each other!

I’m also not like there yet obvs but I have heard of Scandoval. So rn being at the point where Sandoval and Kristen break up (probably for good?) and the initial #vibes with Ariana, loosely knowing how it goes, is insaaaaane.

I also love every time there’s Housewives crossover, and they’re catering a party or something and are like “what the fuck is wrong with these rich people” shdhff like yeah.

So I’m having a great time! I love Mess!

#i ramble sometimes #doomsayings #reality tv thoughts #real housewives of beverly hills #rhobh

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ub4st3 · 2 years

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I don’t recognise my wife.

It was never out of the ordinary for my wife to take late night walks, which is why my interest wasn’t piqued when she left our home at 2am on a cold Sunday night.

I have been married to my wife for roughly around 5 years, however we’ve been together for much longer. Other gay people will relate but the idea of a highschool romance is usually not in the cards for us, it’s rare enough to accept yourself for your sexuality at a young age but to find another person who has done the same? Basically impossible.

I was a lucky one however, I met my wife at just 13 years old, our first year of highschool. We started off as good friends, we were both out at a fairly young age.

I guess we grew up in a progressive area as even our highschool principle was openly gay. What took us from friends to something more was when I had a particularly difficult time when I was 16 years old, my wife was the only friend who stuck around. Through the worst period of my life when if I had to have gone through it without her, I don’t know if I would have made it, she was there.

My wife had always been my anchor to reality. A constant compassionate and dedicated spouse with seemingly all the patience in the world for someone like me. The night I saw her leave, the last night I saw what I was sure was my wife, I was doing some late night work on my laptop when I felt my wife’s soft lips kiss my cheek before she headed to go, she partook in walks to clear her head if she was going through something particularly stressful at work. I didn’t even take my eyes off my screen as I yelled a quick,

“Bye, be safe.” at her.

I wish more than anything that I had stopped her, made up an excuse to make her stay, or at the very least, told her I loved her.

The next morning when I woke up alone I wasn’t anxious, it was normal for my wife to leave early to work before I woke up as I worked from home, but when I got a call from my wife’s boss on our land line, asking why she hadn’t come in, I knew something was very wrong. After 10 unanswered calls to my wife’s phone I began to panic, I had always had a paranoid streak but this was so out of character. I questioned if she had even come home last night and our lit porch lights distant buzzing confirmed my fears. I had left on the lights for my wife but the fact they were still on meant she hadn’t come and turned them off. Anxiety began to stir in my stomach, filling my very being. I briefly considered calling the police but decided to ring around to our friends and family first, praying one of them had heard from her.

I spent my whole day calling family, friends and even acquaintances just on the off chance, someone had seen or heard something. My searching turned up nothing. My wife had vanished out of thin air. By this point I knew something had to have happened and I could no longer reason to myself why I shouldn’t call the police. Just as I went to dial the number something interrupted me and made me stop in my tracks.

A knock.

A knock from down the hallway. I slowly turned my head towards the door and my eyes took in the frame of a tall slender figure casting a shadow through the glass. I immediately recognised the silhouette as my wife, slender with fantastic posture, and excitedly ran over and whipped open the door, however when I came face to face with the woman I love, any sort of happiness and relief immediately was replaced with stone cold dread. Certainly the person I was looking at seemed to be my wife, but the energy she was exuding was deranged and almost evil. It was like I had opened the door to a stranger in the shape of my love. Words escaped me as I tried to form a semblance of a sentence, before I could even let out another breath, my wife brushed past me in long strides and walked into our home.

I tried to collect myself and trailed after her,

“Where the hell have you been?” I said angrier than I intended to be, in a feeble attempt to cover my nervousness.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere, you scared me half to death!”. She didn't respond.

Instead she stood, still as a statue in the middle of our living room, she was so stiff. I almost forgot I was looking at a person all together, let alone my life partner, she looked more like a mannequin or a creepy life sized doll. After what felt like forever, she turned to face me, in a slow almost robotic fashion. When we were face to face, I could finally see her in full, illuminated by our living room lights. I almost gasped when I looked into her eyes. They were… hollow? I don’t know how else to describe it. I wish I could employ some sort of creative imagery to get you to understand how empty and lifeless her eyes were, but no amount of words could truly capture what it was like. Somehow I feel that even a dead body would have more soul behind their eyes than my own wife. The fact I’m saying things about the very person I pledged my love to only a few years ago still baffles and frightens me.

I was taken aback by my wife's seemingly nonchalant reaction to me clearly being disturbed by not only her disappearance but her sudden and unexplained reappearance. She looked me up and down, but not in an endearing or flirtatious way like she had done in the past. The way her eyes took me in and swallowed my very existence whole, still sends shivers down my spine. This woman, a woman who once could make any room feel warm and inviting to me, was now making my flight or fight instinct kick in, and everything in my soul was screaming at me to run. However, I stood my ground, I tried to calm my racing mind by telling myself that this was still my wife. I repeated my previous questions to her.

She sighed before finally responding,

“I’m sorry, I got caught up with friends and ended up staying at their house.” Her voice was monotone and uncaring, I resisted the urge to press her further on the matter, and I remember deciding it was probably best to let it go.

“Just don’t do it again.” And with that she left, walking up the stairs to be embraced by the darkness of our unlit upper floor. I set off to call everyone and tell them my wife had been found. I had hoped this action would take my mind off things as I could not shake the undeniable uneasiness consuming my soul. I didn’t realize it at the time, but something far more sinister was just on the horizon.

In the next few weeks my doting, affectionate wife turned cold and distant, she didn’t even tell me she had taken leave from work, which meant we were spending everyday together. With each passing day I began to truly feel how suffocating the walls of our home were. Even though we hardly saw each other, I could never shake the feeling of piercing eyes on me everywhere I went. I tried to throw myself into my work and my art in the hopes that my mind would be occupied by anything other than anxiety, but it was useless as I could no longer deny my wifes increasingly concerning behavior.

One of the main incidents in which I really began to see what was happening, I woke up at 3am one night to what sounded like scratching, I remember trying to ignore it as I had assumed our cat was trying to get into our bedroom after a night of hunting again and I always locked our bedroom door due to my intense paranoia. No matter how hard I tried to just go to sleep, the scratching seemed to get louder and louder, pulsating in my ears and ringing in my brain. In an act of tired of protest and I stretched my legs out from the fetal position I had been laying in only to kick something small and warm which was followed by a series of hissing and the sound of our cat jumping down from our bed, I sighed a sigh of relief, knowing that i’d be able to get some sleep now. Only, the scratching didn’t stop.

My eyes shot open as I realized if our cat had been asleep on our bed, then what was making the noise? Slowly I sat up being unable to make anything out in our room but black blobs resembling furniture, I reached out my hand to gently wake my wife but I was met with nothing but the feel of the cold mattress. I craned my head around to look at the door, I could vaguely make out that the latch lock was still on, which meant that even though my wife wasn’t in bed, she was still in the room.

I gently called out her name as perhaps she was just in our ensuite bathroom, but no response, I called out again and instead of her voice, all I got in response was even more ferocious scratching, this time it was louder than ever. Our cat hissing caught my attention next, I thought she must have really been angry at me for kicking her, as she was standing next to our bed except I realized fairly quickly she wasn't hissing at me, who was in the bed, she was hissing at whatever was under it. Taking in a shaky breath I turned on the lamp on our bed side table and slowly hung myself off the edge of the bed to peek under it, too afraid to step down. When I finally reached the floor I immediately screamed and hoisted myself up back onto the bed. Underneath was my wife, still in her pajamas laying on her side, her eyes impossibly wide as she rhythmically scratched the floor back and forth.

I tried to talk to her to ask her what the hell she was doing, but no response. I asked her again but my fear showed in my voice this time and once again instead of explaining herself or even coming out she just laughed, her laughter echoed out through our bedroom and shook my bones. I know my wife’s laugh, I know it well, it was one of my favorite things about her. She had a dorky laugh which would often include a snort every now and then, which of course only I could make happen. This laugh was different, it wasn’t warm and inviting, that laugh, that voice didn’t feel like home to me. I was so terrified but before I could make another move my wife rolled out from under the bed and stood up, a horrifyingly wide grin on her face, glee painting her expression,

“Did I get you?” She asked, clearly unbelievably giddy, almost like a small child.

“What?” I retorted back, still unsure if I was awake or dreaming.

“I pranked you. Did I get you?”. Her smile never wavered, almost like her face had been carved that way.

“H-How long were you under there?” The thought of her waiting under the bed for hours trying to wake me up by scratching louder and louder made me physically ill.

She didn’t answer my question, instead she just hopped back in the bed and went to sleep almost instantaneously, or so she wanted me to believe, instead it looked as though she was pretending to be asleep, almost as if to say she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. My wife would never do anything like this to me, she knows how easily I scare and how easily intrusive thoughts of being murdered or kidnapped can enter my mind. I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or scream, the thought of doing this as a normal person was just so inconceivable and strange all I could think to do was get up and spend the rest of the night watching TV, there was absolutely no way in hell I could go back to sleep next to her.

The next morning I decided to call my mother, I was at a loss of what to do, so asking for advice seemed to be the most logical thing, however when I began to retell the horrifying events of the previous night, my mother went silent.

“Hello?” I asked into the phone, after 5 minutes without her saying a word.

“Have you been taking your meds?”

“What?” I asked, an offended tone overshadowing my voice, I was utterly confused.

“Okay, I know you don’t want to hear this but you know you tend to be a bit d-”

I hung up. I couldn’t stand to hear what she would say next. I stood in place seething with anger and fear, I knew what I saw, I knew that something wasn’t right and I was not going to let my mother gaslight me into thinking otherwise. I’m not crazy.

Despite my rage I could not stop the seeds of doubt my mother had planted in my brain from sprouting. I know my past actions would indicate I can be unstable and maybe even delusional, but I refused to believe that I was making this up, there was absolutely no way. I was awake last night, right? No I definitely was. I mean I sat up all night watching the TV, I hadn’t dreamt it, I knew I hadn’t dreamt it and I needed to have faith in myself even if no one else did.

I went to dial our family doctor, to beg for any semblance of advice or reassurance when a sharp pain in my chest stopped me.

I clawed at my shirt, holding my skin with great force, racing thoughts filled my mind as I was sure I was having a heart attack, I had never felt a worse pain in my life, each beat was like being stabbed in the chest over and over again, tears welled in my eyes as my vision went blurry, I nearly passed out from the pain, than just as quickly as it came on, it disappeared and all that remained was the sound of my heart beat in my ears. I took a few deep breaths but despite the pain being gone something was still deeply wrong. I knew I was being watched.

I scanned the room for my wife but there was nothing to see, however after confirming I was alone, the feeling didn’t cease, it only grew. I began to feel deeply unsafe and a desire to run washed over me, I continued to look around the room, now frantic, sure that my wife was somewhere near. When I found her, I nearly threw up on the spot,

She was crouched down, she was actually laying on the floor, peeking out from around the side of the couch, only the top of her head and eyes were showing but from the wrinkles on her face I could tell she was smiling wide. Her eyes were decorated in black as if she hadn’t slept in weeks, no , years. We stared at each other for at least 5 minutes straight, her eyes brought the piercing feeling in my chest back but this time it was 10 times worse. With each painful beat of my heart I head a giggle in response, I dropped to my knees as my wife slowly began inching out from her hiding spot, with each second I spent writhing in pain she would move forward until her whole face was visible from behind the couch, her teeth were grotesque and yellow, here lips were spread so wide the skin looked like it was going to rip at any moment. I couldn’t tell if the pain from my chest or the sickness from my wifes face disturbed me more, as she slowly kept creeping out I knew I had to run, I didn’t know what she would do but if she was able to reach me I knew I would lose all hope of seeing my actual love again.

With the last of my strength I ran to the upstairs bathroom, the only bathroom in this house with a damn lock. I quickly shut it behind me all while hearing my wife chasing after me with heavy steps, when she got to the door she began softly knocking on it.

“Baby? Are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you” Her voice had a giddy tone, I knew she was smiling.

“Leave me the fuck alone, I know you’re not my wife” I sounded more scared than I had wanted to. I backed up until my feet hit the bathtub and I fell back into it. I winced with pain as I hit my head on the tile, a migraine began to grow behind my eyes.

“Please, let me in, please.”, her voice began to slowly change, it had an unnatural echo, like a symphony of static behind each word, she didn’t sound like her anymore.

“I’m not going to hurt you”. She began to pound, the sound of the fragile door lock jingled against each thud. I quickly remembered I had my phone and I knew I had to dial the police.

The phone rang twice before someone answered.

“Hello? What’s your emergency”, the sweet voice of a lady.

“Hi, please help me, something is wrong with my wife, i’m in danger! Send the cops”, my voice was painted with fear.

“Okay, and ma’am what’s your address?” As I quickly whispered my address into the cops as the banging on the door ceased. I sighed a breath of relief thinking perhaps I had scared it off. There was a long pause before the operator answered, the sound of the phone's static mimicked my wifes voice from a moment ago, it was unintelligible.

“Okay, and why won’t you let me in?” My eyes grew wide.

“What?” The now increasingly distorted voice of the operator filled my ears

“Why won’t you let me in?” The pounding on the door resumed, louder than ever, I quickly covered my ears and began to sob. I had never been a religious person but at that moment I began to pray. I prayed to God, to anyone for this to end, for it to be revealed to be an elaborate prank or vivid dream, fuck even an hallucination.

��What are you?” I asked, still sobbing. I knew I didn’t really want to know the answer, but it was all I could think to do, that thing only replied with a deep and sinister laugh.

I'm still here now. I’ve been writing on my phone for hours and the banging on the door has never given up, the door will only hold for so much longer, my phone battery is at 1% and darkness has filled the bathroom and engulfed my soul. There’s no cops on their way, no one’s coming to save me. I can only think of the love of my life, the real one. I'm imagining her face and her bright eyes, her smell and her touch, the very things that set my heart aflame for her. I’m so sorry, I at least hope when this thing gets to me it will bring me to you and we can be together again. I love you.

#scary stories #horror #paranormal #ghost #creepy #scary stuff

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littledragondork · 8 months

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Because I can’t do one without the other here is my OC Micah’s infodumb!!

Link to Brigitte’s because some things overlap between them

He goes by he/him pronouns and is gay, and similar to his sister he won’t even bat and eye if got call him by other pronouns

Technically, his full name is Micah Night-Torn Septim but he finds it very pertinacious to go by his full name so he just goes by Micah Night-Torn

Born 30th of Rain’s Hand and is The Mage sign

He has the same joint problems as his sister but doesn’t need a mobility aid like she does as it effects his arms rather than his legs

Dude is tall as hell (6’5”), which makes a lot of sense given his dad his an absolute behemoth of a man, but he is very lithe, some could say he’s a twink (probably closer to an otter tbh)

His dad is a Nord and his father is an Imperial (yes they are he and Brigitte’s birth parents)

He is a lot more closed off and serious compared to his sister has a very strong No-Nonsense attitude

People are always shocked to hear that 1. Brigitte is not only his sister but his twin sister and 2. That he’s the younger one

Autistic and ADHD, the type to go non verbal periodically and as such occasionally communicates though TSL (Tamrielic sign language)

Magic is his main form of offense and uses it for pretty much everything he can

Joined the Dark Brotherhood just like in canon

When he met Cicero for the first time during the quest Delayed Burial he instantly wanted to be his friend, and they quickly hit it off even more so when he was found to be the Listener.

Hardcore stressed shelter dog energy, he will go a very alarmingly long time without sleeping before crashing, yes it is a problem and no he will not fix it

He has a sweet tooth like his sister (they get it from their Dad) his favorite food is a steamed pudding and a fresh cup of coffee, but he also adores a hearty venison stew

His behavior and work ethic means that the Dark Brotherhood runs like a well oiled machine but he knows peoples limits so no one is overworked

He shares Brigitte’s “Daedra radar” and slightly longer lifespan but he also possesses an ability to summon about 5-6 butterflies, an ability Brigitte also has but doesn’t do because she, ironically, is terrified of butterflies

He is quite mischievous but not a prankster as much as he is just a jerk at times because he thinks it’s fun

He likes to affectionately headbutt those he’s close with, kind of like a cat would

He's Red/green colorblind (deuteranopia color blindness)

He and his sister roughhouse a lot to the point that someone who doesn’t know them might just think they are straight up fighting but it’s all in good fun

When they were kids, he once dared his sister to eat a strange bug they found and got yelled harshly and grounded after it made her deathly ill. It’s something he still regrets even years later that she’s already moved on with it and even jokes about it

Both he and his sister speak 4 languages Cyrodilic, Nordic, Daedric and TSL

His hobbies include alchemy, baking, crocheting and gardening to name a few

Character design fact: out of all the characters I’ve made so far Micah’s overall appearance came easiest to me but his personality was harder to come up with, mostly because I didn’t want him to be too similar to his sister but also didn’t want them to be polar opposites.

#OC: Micah Night-Torn #the elder scrolls #skyrim #tes #elder scrolls #the elder scrolls skyrim #elder scrolls skyrim #tesblr #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #skyrim oc #elder scrolls oc #Dragonborn #dovakiin #tes oc #tes v skyrim #tes:v #elder scrolls v #he’s not as fun personality wise as Brigitte but he’s still very fun to write #dark brotherhood

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olderthannetfic · 3 years

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Hi! I know you're one of the older fans on Tumblr & I wanted to ask you about the anti movement. I'm 19 & when I see people talking about the ages of anti fans, they're often within the 14-25 age range & I have no idea why. I also feel it's a little unfair to say that younger fans tend to be antis, though it is understandable since I've also made mistakes when I didn't know things. Why do you think most antis are younger fans? What should younger fans who aren't antis do to be more involved?

Hee! I’m 40, which, tbh, actually isn’t that old for Tumblr (though it’s certainly old compared to the common perception of tumblr), so sure, I can probably answer this. I guess there are two questions here: 1. Is it true and 2. why, if so?

1. Experience suggests that antis do tend to be young... but it does not follow that young people tend to be antis. (You’d have to know the proportion of antis relative to the overall population of fandom, which we don’t. I think the majority of people of any age tend to want to read fic in peace and not be roped into endless wank.) I definitely see some ringleaders who are older and good at manipulating fandom trends for their own ends too.

2. Why would this be the case?

When I was in college, we used to joke about all the freshman year Marxists. It’s an eternal phenomenon: people who don’t have much experience learn a new thing and are on fire to change the world using the one tool in their toolbox. (To a man with a hammer, yadda yadda.) There’s no passion like the passion of the newly converted, and young people tend to have a lot more energy and often a lot more free time to yell on social media. Antis may be one expression of this among people currently in that age bracket. It’s not like people my age didn’t do other annoying-ass things when we were that age. You just don’t see it because it was 20 years ago, a lot of it was never online, and all the websites/platforms from then have been systematically destroyed. (Often by yahoo. Fuck yahoo.)

The other half of the reason, in my opinion, is that there have been concerted efforts to sway lefty/socially liberal people in specific--often TERFy--ways. It’s somewhat reminiscent of the right wing radicalization of gamer guys.

People are susceptible to it because their lives suck and because they don’t know enough history or have enough confidence to form their own opinions and stand up for them. Sure, some people are going to go hardcore for anti views no matter how much they know, but a lot of people are just being swept along with the tide because something sounds superficially pro-gay or pro-protecting kids or whatever.

I cannot emphasize enough that the things that make someone ripe for the alt right are the same things that make them ripe for cults and for various kinds of toxic fandom shit: it’s usually the smart, sensitive overthinkers who don’t have enough close actual friends and who aren’t in a good place in their lives.

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So what can you do?

You can try to make fewer more significant friendships and make sure your support system isn’t people you only know because you currently share a fandom. Most of my offline friends are people I found through fandom meetups, don’t get me wrong. I’m all for making fandom your life and only hanging out with fandom people, but we’re just regular friends who have dinner parties and shit (well, when it’s not the plaguetimes). Most of the time, we don’t share specific ships or fandoms. It’s vitally important to have a real support network that can’t be ripped away by social media wank.

The next thing we can all do is publicly stand up for what we believe in and not cave to pressure just because someone yelled “think of the children”. It’s important to be clear about the real history and logic behind these things, whether it’s the history of censorship that inspires people to support AO3′s extremely permissive policies or the fact that ‘queer’ was a fully reclaimed umbrella term in the 90s.

It’s okay if we don’t all agree. What’s not okay is appeals to emotion and ignoring science. A lot of anti bullshit is like “Rape fantasies are an abnormal red flag”, and this goes against every damn thing we know about human sexuality.

Part of this is examining our own stances for illogic and hypocrisy. If thought crimes aren’t real, then all of them aren’t real. I see way too many “Okay, but that one gross kink though!” comments from people who claim to be on my side, and this is very silly.

Possibly the biggest thing, though, is that we as a planet need to start being savvier about shitty social media and how it’s destroying our mental health. I don’t have a good overall solution, and obviously, I’m still on tumblr, but we all really need to cut down the amount of time we’re on sites like Facebook and Twitter and probably tumblr too. The more it has an algorithm and the less it has moderation, the more it’s a problem. Individual discords and spaces that can have moderation are better. It’s fine if some of them are 100% antis. The point is to have multiple spaces with rules that suit different groups.

A thing you can do is make your own spaces: be the owner of a discord for your ship, not just a passive participant at the mercy of shitty mods in an existing one. Run a fic exchange with rules you think are sensible and be firm when people try to scream about problematique things you don’t agree are a problem. One of the most pernicious anti problems is mods breaking the rules of their own spaces (usually a “no kinkshaming” one) to cave to social pressure from the loudest, most assholish set of people in the server. They don’t know how many people quietly disapprove and quietly leave their fandoms because they only fear the loud harassers, not the silent toll of caving to them.

Honestly, the climate of fear is the big issue more than a bit of yelling: I routinely meet 20-somethings who live in fear of being canceled and shunned. You can help this by... not being like that with your friends. If they’re friends with a canceled person, don’t ask them to drop the canceled person or face the same fate. If you disagree about some fandom hot take, talk about it calmly and don’t act like the friendship will be over in 5 seconds and you’ll use all your knowledge of them against them in a public callout because they didn’t instantly agree.

Basically, have some self confidence and don’t be fucking terrified all the time... which can be a tall order and probably explains the age thing also.

#fandom meta #loganelfreeces

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 2 years

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More Prince of Tennis headcanons (cause I finally found all 179 eps!):

Every once and a while Tezuka will look down at Echizen and go “I would take a bullet for you” and Echizen just responds with “k” every. single. time

The team has given up on getting answers out of Tezuka. They’ve asked him a million times why he says this and every single time he acts like it didn’t happen

Fuji says “it’s like a reflex for him at this point” and that’s the closest thing to an answer the team will ever get

Sometimes when Echizen is being a smug little shit Oishi will just pick him up by his collar and carry him away. Like a mama cat wrangling her baby

I was reminded that Oishi comes from a family of doctors but the idea that he doesn’t know how to use a first aid kit properly makes me laugh

Kaido, Eiji, and Echizen would be the funniest trio ever. Cause I’m just imagining Echizen being an arrogant little shit and pissing someone off

Kaido getting mad at at said person when they get pissed off at Echizen and trying to start a fight with them

And Eiji being dramatic as fuck (cause you know… youngest child) and yelling shit like “yeah Kaido fuck him up he made chibi cry” while Echizen is trying to make himself cry on command

Honestly I’m kind of convinced that Inui’s drinks have made the team immortal. It would honestly be the least surprising plot twist of the whole series if Inui said “I’ve made us Devine beings”

I think they also wouldn’t be surprised I think they would all have the same reaction that’s something along the lines of “with all the hell you put us through the next one better give me fucking super powers”

Now like the queer bitch I am I will bring sexuality into this

I think Echizen is aroace or demi. I’ve been watching this little brats dumpster fire of a love life for 100 episodes and I can safely say I don’t think he wants or needs one

Tezuka: that’s a pansexual man if I’ve ever seen one. I just have a feeling that he wouldn’t be tripped up by things like gender

Fuji: demi I don’t know I just have a guttural feeling like you have to reach level 100 of friendship for Fuji to even think about looking at you romantically

Eiji: bisexual when this bitch showed up on screen doing his little flips and tricks I was like “that is a raging bisexual” just something about doing the most in something as simple as tennis gives of bi energy

Oishi also pansexual like Tezuka I feel like he wouldn’t really care about gender if he thinks they’re cute the he thinks they’re cute you know?

Momo another raging bisexual emphasis on the raging. He’s gotten into actually fights with people about his sexuality

The team has had to pull him off of people while he kicks and screams

The whole team secretly thought it was hilarious but they still had to “scold” him afterwards just to keep up appearances

Kaido also gives me demi vibes I don’t really know how to explain it other than it fits him

Inui is demi and ace this man will fall for one person and will stay in love until they do something irredeemable

Kawamura I can’t really tell if he’s 100% gay or 100% straight but something tells me it’s one of the two. Cause I can’t really picture anything else

Also coach Ryuzaki is a lesbian. Does she have a granddaughter? Yeah. Does that prove anything? No

I also can’t imagine anyone on the team being neurotypical like something tells me they’ve all gotten an adhd or autism diagnosis at one point in their life

Am I just projecting at this point? Absolutely. Can you stop me? NEVER!

You know that one tiktok audio that goes “we’ve both got autism haven’t we?” “Yeah” “well that’s good to know”

That’s Seigaku’s dynamic and a nutshell and I love it

#prince of tennis #tenipuri #ryoma echizen #tezuka kunimitsu #shusuke Fuji #kaoru kaido #inui sadaharu #momoshiro takeshi #Takashi kawamura #Eiji kikumaru #oishi shuichiro #ryuzaki sumire

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Jack Dylan Grazer Discovers Who He Is in Luca Guadagnino's “We Are Who We Are”

After supporting roles in the It and Shazam!, the young actor shifts gears with his turn as a capricious army brat in the Call Me By Your Name director's new HBO series.

by Iana Murray / Photography by Nik Antonio — September 14, 2020

A few years ago, Jack Dylan Grazer took a trip to the movie theater. He was in Toronto and it was one of his days off from filming Shazam!, the DC comedy in which he plays the shape-shifting hero’s foster brother. He decided to watch Call Me By Your Name, and he immediately fell for it. Grazer took note of the director’s name that appeared in the credits—Luca Guadagnino—and turned to his mother.

“I want to work with him,” he told her. With eerie prescience, she assured him: “You will.”

Whether Grazer, now 17, has a knack for manifestation, or it was all just happenstance, his wish came true in the form of We Are Who We Are, Guadagnino’s coming of age drama which follows a group of army brats living on an American military base in Italy. Thematically, the show is something of a spiritual successor to Call Me By Your Name: Grazer plays Fraser, a tempestuous 14-year-old with a pair of headphones constantly plugged in his ears. He’s the new arrival at the base with his mothers (Chloë Sevigny and Alice Braga), and quickly forms a deep bond with his neighbour, Caitlin (Jordan Kristine Seamon), as they both wrestle with their sexuality and identity in the midst of domestic troubles and teenage debauchery.

“He’s an enigma to himself,” Grazer says of his character. “He doesn’t really understand a lot of the things he does but he’s so forthright so he convinces himself that he knows everything. He feels like other people don’t deserve his intelligence. But he’s also very volatile and aggressive at times, and not because he’s coming from an angry place but because he’s constantly questioning who he is.”

If Fraser is just beginning his coming of age when we first meet him, Grazer is inching closer to the end. Starring in enormous blockbusters including IT, he became the Loser Club’s resident hypochondriac at age 12 and a superhero’s sidekick by 15. His films have grossed a combined total of over $1.5 billion. Suddenly the stakes are multiplied tenfold during what are ostensibly, and horrifyingly, the most awkward years of your life. Every misstep is now being monitored, examined through a microscope of millions. (See: His 3.8 million fans on Instagram, to say nothing of the countless stan accounts.) Child fame is a disarming transaction like that: a stable career and all the other perks of being a celebrity, but at the cost of normalcy. That unalleviating pressure forces a kid to mature fast.

Grazer is acutely aware of this fact, admitting outright that he’s “not a normal person.” But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I became 70 when I was 7!” he laughs. “I don’t know if I really had much of a childhood. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to grow up really fast.”

Nevertheless, he’s still 17. When we meet over Zoom, his shoulder length curls are damp and disheveled (he just got out of the shower), his black painted fingernails contrast with his brightly-lit, white bedroom as he rests his face on his hand. It’s a Saturday morning and he looks tired: It’s his first week back at school, which has traded classrooms for hours of video calls reminiscent of the one we’re currently on. “It feels like the days are shorter because the teachers don’t want to torture their students by keeping them on a computer for six hours a day,” he tells me. “You do miss the social aspect of being at school.”

If you were to judge Grazer by what’s out there on the internet, you’d expect an anarchic and relentless bundle of energy. A quick YouTube search brings up results like “jack dylan grazer being a drama queen” and “jack dylan grazer being chaotic in interviews for 4 and a half minutes straight.” He trolled a YouTube gamer on Instagram Live. His TikToks are inscrutable.

But here, he’s incredibly earnest, as he excitedly talks about his skateboarding hobby (a skill he picked up after auditioning for Mid90s) and his attempts to learn the flute (“I need to learn how to read sheet music, but it’s like reading Hebrew!”). He’s calm and thoughtful, as if this project we’re discussing requires a shift in sensibility.

For Grazer, acting had always simply been fun. While other kids might take up a sport or get hooked on video games, he performed in musical theater with the Adderley School because he “just wanted to play.” His roles so far have been reflective of his carefree approach to the job: Up until now, he’s portrayed best friends with biting one-liners, or the younger version of the protagonist in a flashback. IT is a prime example of both. In the horror franchise, Grazer plays a neurotic germaphobe running from a fear-eating clown, but in reality, the film felt like “summer camp.” Both films never felt like work; he just learned his lines and got to hang out on extravagant sets with his best friends. Likewise, school amounted to being pulled off set by a teacher in between takes to cram in the mandatory hours.

But with We Are Who We Are, he steps into his first leading role, one that required him to convey longing and confusion through Elio-like physicality and subtext. It’s abnormal to talk about the show as a turning point for an actor who isn’t even a legal adult yet, but Grazer explains that the show required him to radically change his approach to acting. He spent six months in Italy (“It felt like I was in Call Me By Your Name.”) and built up the character beyond what was on the page in collaboration with Guadagnino. “His philosophy is that we know our characters better than anyone else—even the writers—because we are the characters essentially,” he explains.

In many ways, Grazer absorbed that philosophy entirely. He describes the experience less as a performance and more like a “rebirth”—perhaps even an attempt at method acting. Over those months in Italy, the distinctions between actor and character gradually became indistinguishable. “I had no other choice but to act and surrender to Fraser entirely and throw Jack Dylan Grazer out the window,” he says. “I would go out and get a coffee as Fraser and walk like Fraser. That was just me trying to get into [character], but then I slipped at some point and just became Fraser.”

One day on set, he looked at himself in the mirror, and the hardened kid standing there with a bleach-blond dye job and oversized shorts was unrecognizable to him. He could only see Fraser. While talking about his character, he seems to unintentionally switch pronouns, from “he” to “I”, as if the two still remain one and the same.

The process was so transformative that it forced him to re-evaluate himself entirely. “I never really struggled with identity before,” Grazer tells me. “But I think the show opened up my eyes to question myself. Being Fraser forced me to question what I wanted and what I stood for and what I believed in. At some points, the show bled into reality.”

When asked how he has changed, he takes a pause and a pensive swivel in his armchair, unsure of how to answer. “I think I was more ignorant before I did the show,” he says, and he leaves it at that.

Coming of agers are a particularly well-trodden genre, but there’s a naturalistic, raw energy to We Are Who We Are that is distinctive from what we’ve seen before. Each character quietly struggles with their own problems and growing pains—for Fraser, it’s his sexuality. Caught in a fraught relationship with his lesbian mother and an infatuation with another man, his story doesn’t tick off the familiar beats. His personal discovery is instead internal and intimate. "I think every single person born as a boy has this guard. It’s this guard that they don’t even realize they have, where they’re initially like, ‘Being gay? I could never.’ But we’re all born as humans who are attracted to whatever we’re attracted to," he says. "I think that’s how Fraser interprets it as well. Yes, he’s reserved and nervous about it in the beginning because he’s unlocking this new idea for himself. He’s figuring it out, and that’s what you see in the show: him coming to terms with this idea."

As our conversation winds to a close, I ask him if Martin Scorsese ever visited the set—his daughter, Francesca, plays the confident cool girl of the show’s teen cohort—and his eyes widen. “That was actually a really stressful day,” he divulges. Still, he revels in the memory, speaking so fast it’s like someone has put him on 2.5x speed as he shows off his impersonation of Guadagnino. The director was so nervous about Scorsese’s presence that production halted that day.

“Luca was like, ‘I cannot do this today because Martin Scorsese is on my set. I don’t know what to do, this is not good for me. I will have a panic attack before the day ends,’” Grazer says in his best Italian accent. “It’s like if you’re a painter and Van Gogh shows up.”

Admittedly, Grazer is also a self-proclaimed superfan of the Wolf of Wall Street director, and afterwards, he got to spend several days with his idol, as they went on lavish restaurant outings in Italy and talked about anything and everything.

He takes a second to compose himself. A giddy, Cheshire cat smile spreads across his face. The kid in him comes flooding back.

“...Oh my god!” he yells. “I met Martin Scorsese!”

#jack dylan grazer #fraser wilson #we are who we are #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter two #freddy freeman #shazam!#wawwa #luca guadagnino #hbo #hbo max #sky atlantic #interview #gq #wawwa press

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lillian-nator · 3 years

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Wallflower AU (aka highschool au made w/ @bellfort3)

V i b e s - hanging on the roof; walking across train tracks; skipping school; Lakes, yes, something with lakes; something with different types of sodas. - My angsty teens are gonna have painted nails - Tommy bleaches his hair; Wilbur dyes his hair black - dramatic fuck. - Wilbur in eyeliner plz - Wilbur wears doc martens; black, yellow, maroon, silver shiny - Tommy's worn the same exact jean jacket for the past 5 years; it's 2 sizes bigger than he is; but he wears it every single day; it has fur on the inside; and its light washed with tears; the tears didn’t come like it; he's just ripped it over the years - He doesn't wash it very often, but he's glued patches on it, and Wilbur's drawn on it in sharpie. He just layers hoodies or flannels under it when it’s cold, but still wears it when it's hot - Tommy's also worn the same shoes for YEARS, they’re duct taped together at this point, they're white converse, they're not white anymore, and he's bleach-washed them SO many times that they permanently smell like chemicals. - The laces are frayed, so bad that he doesn’t even wear the laces most days. - Tommy doesn't shy from going in mud or water though, he'll wear the shoes to their fullest and then some. - I think you can tell by now, that Tommy just doesn’t come from a lot of money. - They live in a kind of run down town, very poor, old, smallish. - Wilbur is middle class, which is very well off in the area he lives in. - Wilbur gives off family disappointment vibes. Where he has to sneak out at night, Tommy can leave through his front door. - Wilbur calls Tommy “sunshine”, but very sarcastically since Tommy is a dick :) - Tommy has one of Wilbur's old beanies; it's black and monster branded, the monster logo is green - Wilbur gave it to Tommy 3 years ago, and Tommy never gave it back - btw Tommy's 17 and Wilbur's 19: Tommy's a junior and Wilbur's a senior - Wilbur only drinks Green Apple Monster - Tommy drinks sugar free redbull, but mostly only when Wilbur buys it for him, because Tommy usually doesn't have pocket change - Wilbur and Tommy bring speakers to the train tracks and dance and by that, its them jumping around and occasionally pushing someone over - Tommy uses his allowance to buy cigarettes; Wilbur vapes - both mentally ill - Wilbur is essentially the modern emo. He has this one yellow and black flannel that's oversized, and he wears it multiple times a week - it’s a problem.

- Dream, Wilbur, Karl, Tommy, Big Q, SapNap, Punz, and Tubbo - That’s the group. - I have just been talking about Tommy and Wilbur but they are the main characters so you can suck it. - A scene with Dream, Wilbur, Karl, Tommy, Big Q, SapNap, Punz, and Tubbo, at a lake, throwing each other in, and Tommy gets his shoes soaked, but he saves his jacket from the fall. Water gun fights, and they drink energy drinks and eat chips. they lay in the grass and contemplate life, Talk abt life yes. Abt existence. Abt how shit it is. Half of them have to wake up early and sneak home, the other half get to stay as long as they like. - Tommy tucks his t-shirts into his pants, which are always very baggy black jeans with just gigantic holes. - Tommy and Dream both have ADHD, however, Tommy's meds are purely from welfare, he cannot afford to give any out. Dream however? From an upper-middleclass family. Basically millionaires in this town. He can afford to lose some of his meds. - He yells in the clearing "COME GET YOUR DRUGS CHILDREN" - Besides, I've learned that there are like so many different ADHD meds, and maybe Tommy is just on something a lot stronger than adderall. He can't partake in the pill popping, but he doesn't mind. He does it every morning. - They don't do it often, maybe once a month, depends on how big Dream's prescription is - not that he regularly takes them like a good boy should - And I won't ever write this, but Gogy hangs out with them every so often, in which Gogy and Wilbur have an on and off again hooking up type relationship - whenever they hang out, Gogy like sits and Wilbur's lap and shit - Tommy and Punz GAG - "EW the fuck - get your hands off eachother. ITS GROSS - NO PDA IN MY BACKYARD"

- They hang out in an abandoned Building. But they don't try to fix it up. They're not fucking VSCO girls. They just want somewhere to hang out - If anything they make it worse - they fucking trash the place - It’s not intentional though - It’s like they can have fun without worrying abt the mess - just, sometimes they spill hawiian punch mixed with vodka everywhere - THEY GHOST HUNT AND OUIJA BOARD AND SHIT - They hang out in cemeteries too. they play manhunt in a cemetery, but like the regular version- like just hide and go seek in the dark. - they've done seances even though almost all of them are atheists - anyways the point of the fact is, is that half of them (excluding the minors you know) I'm looking at you Karl and Q - somethings going on between you two have made out with guys, and I'm not gonna sugar coat it, most modern like takes on religion do not take kindly to that

- they go to prom - and Dream somehow ends up with a ton of weed, because he had just turned old enough, and had the money - and they get fucking high OUT of their minds, like they're never doing it again - like, George and Wilbur definitely hooked up at Wilbur's house, which they aren't supposed to do - because Wilbur's parents will fucking flip that Wilbur is sleeping with a random person. No one is quite sure where SapNap ended up, and Tommy lost one of his shoes. In a panic, they spent the next 3 hours looking for it to find it at the lake by the school - Tommy fucking cradles it to his chest. - (are wilburs parents homophobic?) (yes maybe a little side of homophobia) (Is wilbur bisexual or gay?) (he is ‘whoever the fuck looks bangable’) (fair enough) (he is ‘gogy my king’) (TRUUUE) - the bleachers - they hang out under the bleachers

- Gogy = Stylish stoner - very popular, but never not high - Karl is like the goody two-shoes of the group, doesn't skip class, and is on the principals list, however, he will NEVER back down from space brownies - its his weakness - Tubbo has a subway pass, and they do that thing where Tubbo swipes it and everyone fucking bolts into the subway, and they take all the trains at like 4am and just hang from the bars and shit - Wilbur still dresses relatively like, nicely and scholarly, which puts everyone off. He wears very loose sweaters with button-ups underneath. with khakis or black jeans and his docs - where his best friend, our Tommy, wears borderline yellow converse, and one bleached two-sizes-too-large jean jacket, and some second-hand-store hoodies, that are always a bit too worn in, but so, incredibly Tommy - Tommy who legit hasn't brushed his hair in years, not with a brush anyways - too frantic to brush his teeth most mornings. but always chewing gum; Tommy's always everywhere at once - ADHD meds only half-working on him, they couldn't afford the good shit - He'll never quite understand Dream handing out his adderall for free, Tommy would kill for the hard shit, but hey, he's never gonna stop his friends from having a good time

- Let's talk about Karl Jacobs - good ole' goody two shoes Jacobs - all of his teachers are constantly trying to get him to stop hanging out with Tommy and gang - every parent teacher conference is "we love your boy, but we are concerned about his friends" - Teachers have meetings with him, about how the people you surround yourself with can change your future - Karl's like, from the good side of town, plays first in the drumline, plays violin on the side, straight a's, clean-white-air-force-ones type of guy. Name brand clothes. Combed hair - Packed lunch every day from his mom; gets dropped off by his mom, kisses her goodbye; Mom is like very involved in school too - PTA parent - it's fucking good kid Jacobs - and he's sneaking off with fucking potheads to go to college parties and abandoned buildings - Does he do drugs? Well, he’s a big fan of treats if you know what I mean :wink wink: - ….you ever see Ted's video about a 500mg edible …. yeah. - big fan of gummy bears and brownies - Karl shows up to Parties and there are shouts of "Fuckin' goody-two-shoes Jacobs is HERE" - a lot of people make fun of him and think they can push him around - He seems like a softie; welcome mat type beat - but fucking watch this man chug 5 cups of whatever you give him, and then still win beer pong - Like his best friend is fucking quackity, he can do the hard shit - its very much a his parents have no clue who he actually is type beat - Look, his parents have no clue where he is ever - And if they even know he’s out, they don’t know where or with who - If his mom is at all involved in the school, she'll hear about Quackity, basically a drug dealer with how much hash weed he hands out on a daily basis. - Tommy has to be contained in order for the school to run smoothly, and Wilbur is a dramatic fuck that sleeps through most of his classes - Tommy has to take frequent breaks - They make him spend 3rd period in the principles office - Like he obviously needs help but he can’t afford it at all. Even the school can’t do anything for him bc he can’t get anything official for himself - like he can't even try to concentrate - He gave up so quickly in high school, bc they don’t have enough time or staff to help him - he tried in middle school - but man, did he give up in highschool - Yeah. He knows it is hopeless. Can't even afford college anyway. he'll just do whatever Wilbur does - here's an idea: Fucking Karl Jacobs showing up to school one morning just absolutely hammered out of his mind - Karl just showing up to first period AP Physics, and he's barely awake, honestly smells so much like weed and booze, and if he breathed anywhere near you, you could just feel the alcohol radiating from his breath - He's extra bubbly, laughs at everything - takes out his notebook to take some sort of notes, and just fucking giggles at the shapes and equations. He is very spacy, he clearly stayed up all night doing something very illegal; he gets up and jumps around. 2nd period band? oh boy - He gets sick at lunch bet - Like everyone got Drunk but Karl got FUCKED up - It was his birthday, bet - He took like 17 shots over the course of like 8 - 12ish hours, and I looked it up, despite karl being super scrawny and probably like 140 - 150ish pounds - which isn't a lot for being 5'11 - will not kill him - BECAUSE, you guessed it, he turned 17 - He didn't sleep, he was awake taking shots and just fucking who knows what until 6am when they stumbled to school - at lunch, 11:30 in the morning - he's head down on the table, miserable - he doesn't have a hangover yet, because it's only been a few hours, but man, is he nauseous - just the smell of food makes his stomach churn - and the thing about fucking Jacobs showing up drunk as hell - is that at least one of his teachers has called his mom about it - SHES PRESIDENT OF THE PTA FOR FUCKS SAKE, ONE OF THEM KNOWS HER - And the teachers aren't stupid, Karl is so obviously drunk - generally Karl is pretty quiet in class; but now he has no distinction between hanging with hs friends and being in class - he's shouting and cracking jokes and is very tempted to kick his chair over - Anyways, Karl fucks himself over, end of story - ONTO PUNZ’S RELGIEOUS TRAUMA WOOOOOOOOOOOO - It's Punz - fuckin' golden boy Punz; he plays football; and goes to church; and calls his mother "momma"; wears a nice church outfit; and is polite to the bible study mothers that come over on tuesday nights and gets them drinks - just a fuckin' golden boy - A religious family. Go to church every Sunday. Sunday school. Holidays. But. The kid just realizes that they don’t believe in god. Them telling the group like they’re high and he’s like “you know? Some of the shit that’s happened to us proves to me that god rlly isn’t real.” - and Punz like prays every day for Tommy's dad to get his job back; or for Gogy to get better parents; or for Karl to live the life he wants; and NOTHING EVER WORKS. THEY'RE ALL STILL FUCKED. - by the way we will get the the Tommy's dad losing his job later - But Punz's life is controlled by something he doesn't even believe in anymore - because he's still going to the like church breakfasts, and christmas service, and every sunday morning, and helping his mom's ladies bible study, and his parents are talking about sending him to a youth bible camp - - and he doesn't even think he believes in god anymore. - Punz kind of took out his own personal, religious, and family struggles out the way most teenage boys do. Drinking, and lots of sex. - SO I just imagined this like, really dramatic moment, where its the morning after Punz had a one night stand at some sort of party down the street, and he's long past saving his virginity for his wife, but he's buying her the morning after pill, which his church is just so against, and he has like the moment of, "if you do this, you're done." and he does it - he's had a couple of those moments, like, when he first had sex, and when he first smoked weed, or popped a pill, or snuck out at night, or skipped church - but that was the moment of "there is no going back" - like any type of drug or procedure that aborts an embryo, or that blocks fertilization thats already in process in like: the biggest no no in his church community - so once he stepped out of that drug store, he kind of took a breath, and just came to terms with it - "I'm an atheist." - Punz is the pastors son. - he's like, pre-commited to a catholic college - he’s in deep. - so when he first announces it to his friends, one really late night, "I think god might not be my thing." - they just start whistling and say "FINALLY, THE PASTORS SON HAS TURNED AROUND." - Dream just like turns over to him "how many chicks did you fuck to make you realize that?" - Tommy just slings his arm over Punz, "I'm glad you've quit the Jesus shit, Punz. Your better than it." - There’s gotta be this girl ok. He rlly rlly wants to have sex with her but he always backs out. The thing that breaks him. Is that he gets drunk and loses his virginity to someone who is not that girl - like, he likes this girl, and has a good connection with her, and she likes him, and he knows that its gonna be comepletly consentual, and she's like fucking beautiful right? - and she's the one he wants to loose it to and he's a stupid fucking idiot and loses it to some fucking random ass chick that doesn't even go to their school - This triggers a spiral. After that? He slowly starts giving less of a fuck abt everything. He fucked up the one thing you can’t do over and god he’s so painfully aware of it and so painfully aware that he didn’t even fuck up right. - You’re supposed to wait till marriage. Nope. You’re supposed to do it with someone you love and trust. Double nope. He. Fucked. Up. - its just like he wanted to do something bad. he wanted to fuck something up. he was questioning his faith, his like, great and sturdy and always-there faith for the first time, and what better way to test faith than to do something shitty and see what comes of it. and so he was planning and planning and planning how he was gonna do this terrible thing - which is such a good kid thing to do, to put so much thought into your own rebellion - but he wanted this to go perfectly. - Little Pastors Son, Punz, wasn't gonna wait till marriage. - He was gonna have sex with the girl of his dreams before they were even dating - but man did he like her. Did he want her. - And then he fucked some random girl when he was black out drunk. He's fucked everything up - he can't wash this away with confession - he's tainted. He's dirty. - He looks in the mirror and doesn't recognize the heathen staring back. - He hates who he's become. - But he never goes back - he can't. He's dirty. He's wrong. - but the more he goes down the spiral - the more he realizes that one mistake shouldn't have made him feel like that - that if god was real, which he honestly wasn't sure in that department, he wouldn't want Punz to feel like the scum of the earth for doing something wrong. especially when he felt so bad after he did it. This system was fucked. He didn't want to be apart of another cycle - and he's just lying to himself every time he goes to church, and reads a cerse for his mom, and meets with younger kids at the church, and plays flag football with fucking church virgins who are good catholics and follow all their mommas orders - And every night when he says grace he means it less and less. he always does it when his momma asks, but boy does the lords word mean shit to him anymore From Ethan: - A turning point to the others in Punz's breakaway from Catholicism is like - He prays before he eats, usually. Sometimes they wait for him to finish his prayer before eating themselves, just out of politeness. He's a friend, he gets that shred of etiquette - And then one day he just doesn't. They got some fast food for a whole group dinner out at their hangout spot (a warehouse, did you say??) Tommy is staring at it intently but he waits for Punz to pray. Tubbo's already started eating but the rest wait - And Punz just starts eating - Dream nudges him, "No prayer, Pastor's boy?" - "No prayer," Punz mumbles into his food. "I'm trying something new." SO, TOMMYS DAD LOSING HIS JOB ARC W000000000 - it starts with Tommy showing up in a different jacket one day - like you have to understand, he's worn this jean jacket every single day for as long as WIlbur has known him, which is like 6 years - Like Tommy shows up in this giant, khaki work-jacket and it's his dads... - HIS DAD DIDNT DIE - his dad lost his job, which is essentially death to a family who already couldn't sustain themselves - and Tommy shows up to school, face pale and cheeks sunk in and there are visible bags under his eyes - and Wilbur just rushes over immediately and hugs him so tight to his chest - and Tommy just sobs, "pops lost his job -" gasp "I can't - we can't pay the bills this month. everything - its all falling apart Will." - "Hey - hey. Stop. It's gonna be fine. You're gonna be okay. You always are dude." - Tommy does have to get a job - and he probably does drop out of school unofficially, like he just stops going. - he sleeps during the morning classes, and heads into work at 10am - he's a carpenters assistant. it pays well as they need young, able men. but most of the younger citizens in the town go to school - he has to take the day shift because the day shift pays better - he doesn't mind it, he doesn't - it gives him the opportunity to get all of his energy out; but he misses going to school. as much as he hated it, he misses his friends. - and lets be honest, its hard as fuck for his dad to find a new job, he doesn't have a great resume - he didn't graduate from highschool. and he isn;t in top health condition, he definitely doesn't have health insurance - so Tommys stuck with this job for a long time - his dad uses his last paycheck to buy Tommy workboots so tommy feels in debt to him - He’ll get his GED eventually. - I think - The like religious status of the rest of the group brought to you by me - Everyone who I don’t mention is just a hard atheist - Karl and Wilbur are catholic, but to a lesser extent, Wilbur doesn't really go through with lent, and Karl only sometimes does. They go to a different church and go pretty much on holidays only, a sunday a month maybe. - SapNap goes to Punz's church, they've been friends for years. - He goes to sunday school but misses a lot of sermons because of his siblings sports games. - He is involved, but not to the way Punz is - SapNap's mother is in fact in Punz's moms bible group - Punz sometimes doesnt attend the bible group and Sap's mother is all "now you tell that pastor's boy to actually attend next time, got it?" and Sapnap dies a little on the inside - And George is an orthodox christian, but he's pretty much quit due to the blatant homophobia he's seen at his church.

AND NOW ON WILBUR SOOT AND KARL JACOBS AND BARKING - Wilbur has siblings, fun fact - that we will never talk about or address - but definitely nothing like Wilbur, more the Karl Jacobs type - Wilbur is the oldest. he's always lectured about being 'a good influence on your brother and sister.' - They’re big sports kids. Softball and Basketball (tall genes). Straight Bs; Bed by 10pm; Have never missed school - Parents pride and joy :) - Just good suburban kids, Have friends next door, help the neighbors, attend the cul-de-sac barbecues. - Basically who Wilbur used to be up until highschool (until Wilbur met weed and a good group of stoners) - Sure he was a disappointment and he had no clue what to do with his life - But he was happier - Never really liked being the goody- two-shoes boy next door, he doesn't know how karl does it “Playing good boy like a dog” - Also he used dog terms around Karl - Because he’s “Playing good boy like a dog” - He’ll throw Karl a beer and smile “go fetch” - He laughs so hard when he sees Karl be good in a class or play it up for his parents; Because Wilbur’s so past trying - Wilbur will walk by and just bark at karl. Bet. Just Growls lowly; Walks in a circle; Anything to make Karl’s parents (or Wilbur’s own) stare at him and scurry away - Karl’s parents push Karl forward and like hold their younger kids close to their chest, whispering “keep close, don’t look at him” - They tell Karl to stay away from kids like him. - And boy do Wilbur’s pa#rents hate it, They push him along and whisper yell at him As he throws his head back and cackles - I mean imagine, like a stereotypical middle class suburban family: House wife, blue collared father, Two kids; in sports jerseys, Girl in braids, boy in khakis - And then there’s Wilbur: Doc Martins, black jeans, collar and sweater, beanie. Definitely high on something - Chains LOTS OF CHAINS - And he's Barking. Fucking Barking At the nice family down the street - And then he takes out his vape right in front of his parents and silently offers Karl a hit with a smirk - Cause Karl’s too busy playing good boy - And as Karl’s family looks back, as Wilbur is corralled by his mom - He flips them off with the biggest smirk uou will ever see - Wilbur's kind of an ass - And Karl really wants a hit of that vape.

#wallflower au #wilbursoot #tommyinnit #karl jacobs #quackity #sapnap #and Big Q #georgenotfound #gogy #punz #dream #dreamwastaken #tubbo #long post

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himbeaux-on-ice · 3 years

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"#if you didn’t see him doing the Old Man Yells At Cloud @ homophobic fans and players on a Hockey Night panel last summer you missed out tbh" Could you please share the link to this or tell us the whole story?

Sure! So last year during the playoffs, you may remember a news story about a young QMJHL hockey player from New Brunswick who decided to take a big barrier-breaking step of very publicly coming out as gay. This was discussed on the Hockey Night In Canada panels the next day, which Brian Burke was still a member of at the time. I was a pretty new reborn hockey fan then (I’m talking a matter of weeks), so when they were like “and now we will ask the blunt old man his opinion on this” you can imagine that I was like oh god, brace for impact (remembering the days of D*n Ch*rry) etc.

So what Burke ended up saying (clip is here) surprised the hell out of me! It was a such a sincere, direct response, from a clearly pretty informed perspective, expressing such unequivocal support and outlining clear actions that would need to be taken to make the NHL and hockey more broadly a safe space for queer players. I have grown up on the periphery of and surrounded by hockey culture my entire life, and I had never heard somebody say something like this on a platform like that before, a platform that means as much culturally and reaches as many people as HNIC during the playoffs. The words are simple, but in the moment I was floored. As somebody tentatively considering the idea of getting really back into this sport I was then only watching for quarantine boredom, it made me reconsider some of what I thought I knew about the hostility of hockey spaces. This was before I had found hockeyblr, before I had ever actually known another queer hockey fan. There is still so much work to be done, but that moment and the positive response of the other panelists to it was an important turning point in my willingness to really properly invest emotionally in this sport.

Tbh I honestly remembered the segment being a little longer and I’m not sure this clip doesn’t cut some off, but while tracking it down I’ve also found this other interview from around the same time last summer where he talks a bit more at length about where he stands on this — and when you hear it immediately followed by an equally frank outlining of his really old-school ridiculous opinions on fighting in hockey you do realize “oh, yeah this isn’t a PR move, this guy really means what he says and doesn’t care if you agree with him”, and has put his time and energy where his mouth is. It matters to hear somebody who is seen as one of the “good ol boys of hockey” say these things and mean it. It mattered to me.

All of this is in memory of his youngest son Brendan Burke. Brendan played goalie as a kid, but eventually quit the team as a young teenager because he was terrified of his teammates discovering he was gay (he lied to his parents at the time, and said it was because he didn’t want to spend the season sitting on the bench as a backup). As an adult, he followed his father’s footsteps into hockey management and worked for the Miami University team, during which time in 2009 he made national headlines by choosing to come out publicly, tell his story on national tv with his father (then Leafs GM) there to support him, and become active in advocacy for LGBTQ players in the sport, with the full support of his family and team behind him. Tragically, Brendan was killed in a car crash the next year in 2010, at just 21 years old — multiple members of his family, including his father Brian and brother Patrick, have carried on his legacy through their own advocacy work and the You Can Play foundation ever since.

I don’t always agree with Brian Burke’s gruff old man opinions on hockey things (though there are moments), but after learning about how strongly he feels on this issue and the institutional work he does towards making sure we can reach a place kids like Brendan feel safe and welcome in hockey, I have always respected the hell out of him for that.

#I figured today was as good a day as any to actually get around to answering this one #Brian Burke #nhl #pittsburgh penguins #long post #change hockey culture

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phoenixyfriend · 4 years

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A Smattering of Ideas for a Neji Time-Travel Fic

[EDIT: okay so viewing the post on dash or sidebar blog completely ruins the bullet nesting for some reason. Please open it in a new tab.]

Okay so I actually wrote the first chapter or two of this like... almost a decade ago probably, but the concept was:

Neji, upon dying, gets sent back, and he's perfectly healthy again, pretty much exactly as he was just before getting mokuton-stabbed... except the seal damage wasn't reversed, so he's blind.

I think he ended up like riiiiiight before the Hyuuga Incident, so about of age with Kakashi & co.

But yeah like imagine telling Hiashi about it.

We have a new Jounin! It's a blind Hyuuga.

His seal is gone! He's technically your nephew.

He needs to be retrained for blindness! He needs to be protected for the information he carries.

He's a time-traveler!

Have fun.

The Hyuuga clan has like a million things going on but future Neji is just finding his younger self and Hinata to cuddle them.

He can't see shit but he Needs To Hug Baby Hinata

She's so small? She needs to be protected?

"Sir, you're blind now." "If Lee can be a ninja without chakra, I can be a ninja without eyes." "Sir. Sir that's--that's not the same thing, you can't--SIR." "I'll ask Hatake for advice." "He's still got half of his--SIR!"

Neji is a genius, if there's anyone who can pivot their entire fighting style from "I can see everything" to "I don't need to see anything" it's someone like him. Especially with the "I need to protect all these smols and be strong enough to force people to take my advice seriously if necessary" motivation

BUT But But for the first few days, it's just like. Sir. I understand you want to protect this small child, but you walked into three walls in the past hour. Please st--sir.

Fun option is "Neji spills all the beans... to Hiashi, not the Hokage."

Hiashi: Okay so like. Give me a few days to come up with a cover story for your existence. Neji: That's fair. Hiashi: Do. Do you want me to send in Hizashi or...? Neji: I'll tell him the truth if you do. Hiashi: That's, uh... that's fine. Neji: Then yes. Please. Hiashi, thoroughly unnerved for a variety of reasons: Right. I'll go do that.

Relevant: "Stop trying to convince me to put the Caged Bird Seal on a man who is already blind."

Since that's the ostensible reasoning of the seal, and like. You can't make that argument about keeping the eyes safe when the eyes don't... work.

Courtesy of @firebirdeternal, along with a bunch of other stuff but especially this:

ooooh feels moment: Neji starts his retraining to become Strong Enough without his eyesight, guess who sees him working his ass off to overcome a disadvantage and thinks "Oh, there's a person I should Be Friends With!"

Part of me just went "Gai gets injured on a mission and, while waiting out his medical leave, gets assigned to Neji as a guide/sparring partner"

Or, well, not assigned. He's just doing one-armed pushups in the training yard with a cast on half his limbs after breaking out of the hospital and zeros in on Neji like "Ah yes, medically inadvisable training, a Bonding Activity!"

Neji goes from "I can see everything" to "I can't see shit but if you're within arms reach you're fucked"

A lot of it comes down to Neji building up non-Byakugan sensing abilities, I think?

It won't help him read, but it'll sure help him avoid getting punched.

I think that's really the crux of his New Style, however he works it out, instead of having this Massive Range of perfect perception he just trains his other senses until he still has that perfect perception effectively, just in like a two foot radius around his person

and then he goes full Rock Lee and trains speed and reaction time until that two feet is enough

I want Daredevil-style bitchiness at some point, in the "Okay, I'm sure the contract is lovely, but do you have it in braille, perhaps?" sense

And Toph-style stuff

Genma, in the Jounin lounge: "Hey guys I think I've got a design finished for the new tattoo I'm gonna get, what do ya'll think?" 'holds up scroll' Kakashi: "Why would you get a tattoo of an ugly couch?" Genma: "It's not an ugly couch it's the Hokage Monument!" Neji: "It looks perfect to me" Genma: "Thank you! I worked really hard on-..... why do you feel the need to do these things."

Also I want Neji to have the same approach as Matt to a cane. He can make do without it, but it sure does make his life easier when he's off-duty.

Like, yes if he focuses his entire, highly trained person, on perceiving his surroundings, he can sense his way around. But that is very tiring

Like that is a lot of work to be doing, when you are just trying to get to the coffee shop for a bagel

Neji learns Sage Mode solely because he wants to be able to tree-hop again

Neji visits Kakashi like "I can't ask the Inuzuka for this because their dogs are clan-specific, but do you know where I can find a guide dog that can double as a ninken in the field?"

Neji asking Gai to help him pick out a feminine yukata because if ANYONE is going to not judge...

Listen I'm just really invested in what Naruto SD told us about how often Neji cross-dresses

Someone asked me which summons Neji learns Sage Mode from, and

I mean, Hashirama supposedly just. Learned it? Without summons?

So maybe Neji does that and just learns from Jiraiya or something

Though it's not... particularly safe.

Birdie had the best response

learning it Without a Summon is very much in the vein of Neji's past attitudes towards Special Secret Techniques, given that he learned the Kaiten with no help even though it was a Secret Technique of the Hyuuga.

"I know it's possible to do, so the hard part is already over, the rest is just figuring it out and doing it"

Neji: I'm here, I'm queer, I'm blind as fuck.

Neji hanging out with Gai and Kakashi is, admittedly, not that different from hanging out with Lee and TenTen

Kakashi is a bit more likely to join in on the shenanigans than Tenten was, but he's still just as available for "We're judging you" sessions

Neji, sipping tea as Gai yells: this is my comfort zone.

Neji with a white cane: This is my whacking stick. Hiashi: Don't you mean walking stick? Neji: No.

Because... what ninja wouldn't ensure that any normal part of their daily life was fit for battle.

Like if Karin can hide lockpicks in a photo and a knife in her glasses, Neji can ensure his white cane is suitable for battle.

(Going off the earlier Daredevil comparisons, I’d say this is similar to Matt turning his cane into billy clubs sometimes.)

Neji, assuming the role of Chief Babysitter for SmolNeji and Hinata, senses Lee and Tenten at the park. Nudges SmolNeji: "Go, be friends with them"

SmolNeji, watching Lee faceplant into the dirt while trying to jump off the swing while Tenten chases two boys around with a weird frog she found: ".... why"

Neji: "Just trust me"

Also consider older Neji giving baby Hinata shoulder rides

Baby Hinata is delighted by this whole affair.

More time with big brother, and a new even bigger brother? Best times.

Bigger brother needs help reading sometimes and Hinata is so excited to help. Hiashi even approves because helping older Neji read things like menus and the like is helping Hinata learn how to read, so it benefits everyone.

Consider also: Neji encouraging the smols to play with bby Naruto, a Hyuuga elder (or possibly Hiashi, but I want him to be a confused accomplice) complains exactly once and Neji exudes such a powerful "Do not test me" energy that he just kind of. Drops it.

Neji's attitude towards baby Naruto is somewhere between "They're good dogs Brent" and "I died for him once already, do you think I'd hesitate to kill?" and it depends entirely on how seriously he thinks you're talking shit about him

Neji plays with the smols, including smol Naruto, by just being the Perfect Straight Man. Just taking every nonsense thing Naruto says Completely Seriously and using deadpan reactions to chaos to make them giggle. This drifts into Feels for Naruto when he's the first adult who takes his "I'm gonna be the Hokage" completely seriously

"Of course, chibi-Hokage-sama"

Hiashi: "What.... are you.... doing?" Neji: "Ah, Hiashi-sama. Please exercise caution, the floor has mysteriously transformed into molten rock. I suspect enemy action, but have no further intelligence at this time" SmolNeji, Hinata, and Naruto: 'wild giggling as they dangle from rafters/stand balanced precariously on chairs'

Hiashi takes one step into the room and all the kids start screaming so loud he steps back out in shock

Neji out in Konoha just Causing Shit with plausible deniability

Listen. Neji is PETTY.

Someone describes Naruto as "the annoying blonde child with the whiskers, you know, the skin brat" and Neji says "I'm a sensor and have encountered no demonic chakra"

"okay just avoid the blonde kid with the whiskers"

"I don't know how to tell you this..."

"Sir, I know you're new in town, but that kid isn't really good news--" "A child can't be news unless they're recently born." "No, I mean, didn't anyone tell you to avoid the blonde kid with the whiskers?" "Naruto's blonde?"

Possibly "Hinata's blonde?"

He just, aggressively misunderstands that any insinuation about Naruto is about the Hyuuga heir instead

Birdie said they like the idea that he uses the aggressive deliberate misunderstanding to force people to either be embarrassed by how they're acting by having to spell it out or give up in quieter shame

Sometimes Neji gets tired of being obtuse and just lets Gai do it for him

Gai babysits on occasion, SmolNeji is aghast, Hinata mostly just confused, Naruto is delighted

Naruto is just Stars In Eyes about Gai

Kakashi: this is not the excuse I expected to have for visiting Naruto but I'm taking it

#Hyuuga Neji #Hyuuga Hiashi #Hyuuga Hinata #Uzumaki Naruto #Maito Gai #Hatake Kakashi #Naruto #mini fic #time travel #Hyuuga Clan #Blind Neji #Phoenix Babbles #Phoenix Posts

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freddiekluger · 4 years

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I am all ears for your season 3 cap's big gay awakening ideas 👀👀

alright, you asked so sit down and strap in

before we get started- a few details are recycled/repurposed from earlier headcanons/ask answers (characterisation is like that), and i came up with all this a couple weeks back, so any overlap with other peoples suggestions is totally unintentional! i’ve just been finding the energy to properly write them up as originally i riffed them with a friend late at night lmao

the captain: homo evolution

introduction (scroll down if you’re not bothered for the hardcore analysis/logic)

this isn’t necessarily what i think WILL happen as much as how i would do it. over the past two seasons of Ghosts, we’ve seen the captain’s main character arc being centred around him loosening up, from learning to value mike, alison, and the other ghosts more as equals than soldiers/means to an end to the season 2 finale, where cap is not only expressing an interest in flowers and fashion (distinctly un-soldierly pursuits) but joining the party and other men (the direct opposite of About Last Night, in which cap bah humbugs partying/’gay abandon’ and is left speechless by the mere presence of a mostly naked man). that being said, the captain is still the captain: his character is still centred around this need for rules and structure and he still finds his identity in the archetypal WW2 military man- all of his incremental moves towards a more ‘modern’ perspective have ultimately been made possible because, like Ben said on twitter, the captain isn’t CONSCIOUSLY aware that he’s gay. he has the underlying feeling that he’s different, he knows of his tendency to attach himself to specific men and form incredibly close bonds (and, as demonstrated by his attempts to hide them, is at least somewhat aware that that’s not the norm), but in his mind he’s written that off as merely “not being a ladies man”.

the captain is from the 1940s- it’s one thing for him to see and be supportive of a same-gender wedding in present day England where gay=legal unions, marketed doritos, and homophobia being still present but generally frowned upon, and another thing entirely for him to have to apply it to himself. we’ve already seen that the captain appears to be stuck in the past more than any of the other ghosts (”the war is over!” “is it, alison? is it?”- he also references the past more frequently than most of the others), and in his past sodomite gay=punishable by imprisonment and chemical castration, back alley hookups, and the constant threat of blackmail and violence. obviously, despite all this, there was a vibrant underground queer history taking place in England during this time & not all of the above is accurate, but it’s what cap would have seen, and the England of the early 20th century is denoted as being a particularly brutal period for lgbtq+ folks (the destruction of the first world war exacerbated rage and frustration, and lgbtq+ people weren’t the only gorup to end up on the receiving end of that, but i digress). this is basiclly just a really long way of me saying that the captain compartmentalising to that degree was, and to some extent is, a survival mechanism. confronting his homoseuxality means confronting what it means for a 1940s man to be a dreaded homosexual, and all of that directly conflicts with the image of ‘the Captain’ he’s built in his mind.

we’ve seen this in Redding Weddy, where the captain is aware that Havers means/meant more to him than was normal for a captain/2ic relationship (he does attempts to hide his affection- “i shall miss you, Havers. by which of course i mean we shall miss you “he left me, i mean he left for the front”), but is never able to fully verbalise WHY, and it only takes a series of increasingly dramatic prompts before he will even mention the idea of Havers, let alone begin to articulate their relationship.

all this just goes to prove that for the captain to properly ‘come out’, there needs to be an external inciting incident- he could easily have gone on shadowing attractive men whenever they visit and avoiding interrogating those feelings for another seventy years if Button house remained without alison and mike.

while at least julian, pat, and robin have noticed that the cap is not the most heteroseual of men (they’re the only ghosts who have visibly reacted when cap says gay shit), they all appear to have decided to just not mention it, which makes alison and mike our wildcards. not only has alison’s ability to see and communicate with the ghosts already connected them more to the modern world than they ever have been, alison, and mike by extension, has a personal stake in the wellbeing/general growth of the ghosts. happy ghosts=happy house, and like it or not some of them are even beginning to become friends. [i probably didn’t need to write all this like explaining my decisions, but i think figuring out the motivations behind everyon just develops the flavour and lets us have a sexy and accurate headcanon]

so,

the episode

while the captain might not consciously know he’s a fruit (derogatory), he is well and truly terrible at concealing the thirst (it’s not his fault things just keep slipping out!)- i love the idea of just having a supercut near the beginning of the episode that just shows that the captain has gotten even GAYER since last season, with slip ups becoming almost a daily occurence, but it’s getting to the point where it’s actually becoming a serious hazard. last week, he was supposed to be looking out for alison while attempted to put up blinds, but one of mike’s friends (who was over ‘helping out’, which mostly meant eating chips and covering himself in paint) walked through the room with his shirt off and paint handprints on the seat of his shorts, distracting the captain from realising that alison’s stepladder was about to give way.

with the increased presence of non elderly men in the house (the previous owner wasn’t exactly the life of the party) the captain is getting gayer and gayer, but he’s also becoming more and more defensive, while his brisk demeanour and need for control regresses to much more of a season 1 state (a subconscious attempt to regain control as things get close to spilling over). it’s not the first time his repression has almost slipped, he spent much of his life surrounded by soldiers after all, but with no war and no corporeal body he’s got almost nothing to distract himself from it. needless to say, between the safety hazards and the almost agressive defensiveness which derails any interaction, something needs to be done about the captain.

throughout the week, alison tries to find the opportune time to talk to the captain about what’s going on with him for everyone’s sake, but cap keeps masterfully evading any ‘deep’ talk with willful misunderstanding or just straight up dismissal (which at times gets a bit rude), and alison really doesn’t have the time- her and mike are caught up with managing the first official room redecoration and butting heads with a passive agressive delivery driver. insert general shenangigans, but at some point the captain’s whole “accidentally sabotage something by being distracted and then attack anyone who dares even look at him the wrong way afterwards” act causes alison to exasperatedly blurt out “we all know you’re gay! we get it! you like men! you can drop the act!”. there’s no malice or anything but, as we know, when alison gets run ragged things don’t tend to come out quite right.

everything falls silent (and mike is vaguely confused), and the captain just looks like a deer in headlights. as alison catches her breath, pat pipes up with a “it’s alright, cap, we don’t mind- now we can focus on the task at hand”. the captain sort of regains his composure and once again attempts to brush them all off with a scoff and a “i haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about. if any of us is distracted, i-it’s... kitty!” but it’s easy to tell he looks rattled. most of his words don’t come out right, and after trying to blame kitty for their failures (she just had the unfortunate luck of being in his line of sight), he ends up doing an awkward little walk away which quickly turns into a full on sprint. mike, having finished processing alison yelling about gay shit to the air and kind of pieced together what must have happened awkwardly chimes in with “it’s okay to be gay!”- alison just pats him on the back (”yeah no he’s gone, mike.” “gone?” “sprinted away.” “huh”)

the episode continues with the captain flat out avoiding alison and the other ghosts to an almost funny extent as the other plots continue. it takes a bit for alison to realise why the captain reacted so badly (in fact, it’s actually mike who remembers that he’s 1940s ghost- “he’s probably just scared and taking it out on everyone else”). while thomas and julian vote for leaving the captain be so they can have some peace and quiet, fanny/pat/alison/robin decide someone needs to talk to him (fanny surprised everyone but after all, she got murdered because her husband had to live in secrecy- if talking to the captain will avert any further crises, she’s happy to make sure someone else does it for her). kitty’s still upset about being singled out, but she knows better than anyone that sometimes all you need is a friend- cue realisation no. 2.

with the captain avoiding everyone, sending in a regular emissary isn’t going to work. they need to find the least threatening person possible, with no agenda or history other than being there to help (a friend, if you will)- cue everyone looking at mike.

a quick offscreen briefing later, we see mike wandering out to the field where the captain has exiled himself- remember that up until this point, the captain was still in conscious denial about his sexuality, so being forced to confront it head on (and finding out that apparently everyone ‘knew’, which for cap would feel like an intimate invasion of privacy/forced vulnerability) would rattle him to the point of self-exile- he might not be able to run from his sexuality, but he can run from people. the thing is, mike can’t see or hear the ghosts, which means the captain can’t be frightened off by any expectations (mike actually talks to/at cap while facing completely the wrong direction, but consdiering the above point, this works rather well).

the captain was alternating between pacing, fiddling with his swagger stick, and sitting, but he unconsciously stands to attention as mike wanders over. he’s used to mike not being able to see them, so mike asking to sit down takes him by surprise, disrupting his instinct to flee again.

mike begins a little awkwardly (”mind if i sit?” *silence* “...i’m just gonna assume that’s a no. or is it a yes? yeah anyways i’m just gonna sit. so... heard you’ve been going through a rough patch”), and the captain almost scoffs and wanders off, but something about the clumsy earnestness in mike’s voice, the captain’s vulnerable state, and the fact that it’s been so long since cap has had anyone actually check in on him, that he stays put. he keeps standing and staring away from button house, and mike keeps speaking to the empty air to his left, and alison and the ghosts stay hidden behind their bush a few metres away, but at least the captain is listening. for the first time in weeks, he’s not on the offensive.

“i can’t actually see or hear you, so i’m just gonna talk and assume you’re listening. alison mentioned you have a habit of running away but, um, maybe don’t do that please?”

“my mate daniel's gay. uh, homosexual, you’d probably say- did you have gay when you were alive? did it just mean happy? anyway, he didn’t come out- that means tell people- until he left high school. we all kind of guessed it, the other kids at school gave him a real tough time for it, but he just squashed it down. couldn’t imagine that all the things people were shouting at him were true, so he ignored it. he’s doing good now though. got married to his husband last year, currently runs a bookshop. so that’s nice.”

it goes quiet for a bit. the captain hasn’t moved, and we’re still only seeing shots of him from the back, but there’s a little less tension in his stance than there was before. mike clears his throat before continuing.

“i’m guessing you’re probably pretty scared right now. i would be- i mean not that you should be, you shouldn’t, but coming from your... situation, i’m guessing it’d be hard. no one’s saying you have to be anything you’re not ready to be, but lots of things that are scary are actually not bad. airplanes, skydiving, clowns- well, not the clown from that movie, but he gives clowns a bad rep- i’m sure there are plenty of lovely clowns out in the world. still give me the creeps though.” the captain makes a captain-y noise of assent about the clown comment- he never liked them either.

mike glances over to the bush where alison and the ghosts were attempting to listen in (they could only catch every few words- mary got particularly concerned about why mike had referenced clowns), and the captain still hasn’t run away, so alison motions for mike to keep going. he starts telling the captain a story from his uni days. it’s got nothing to do with the captain, or being gay, or self-acceptance, or anything like that- it’s just a standard tale of comedic but inventive problem solving. the captain sits himself down next to mike (to his right, avoiding mike’s gaze, and still staring away from button house), muttering that his legs are getting a bit tired. he sits there for a while, and mike just talks. sometimes he circles back to the gay thing, sometimes he just asks the captain questions, before remembering that he can’t actually hear any answer, but then he keeps asking anyway, thinking that cap might need to talk. he doesn’t at first, but slowly he offers up a word or two. and then a sentence, and then maybe more- mike will accidentally cut the captain off, or leave the silence to long, but the captain doesn’t mind (it’s a nice reminder that nothing he says will actually go on to have consequence). at one point, mike gets out his phone to show the captain photos of his mate daniel and daniel's husband, not just their wedding day but casual photos- couples drinks with him and alison, dinners at each other's places, the bookshop.

alison and the other ghosts have long gone, and the sun is just about to sink below the horizon by the time the captain stands himself back up with the traditional knee crack and grunt. he looks at mike and nods, giving him a simple thank you before turning to walk (not run) back to button house, head held slightly higher and looking more relaxed than he’s been all episode. the captain has still got a lot to figure out, but at least it’s a start.

[i love the dramatic ending but the implication is that alison has to go and fetch mike bc he has no ideas cap has left and is prepared to keep going lol- also by no means is cap suddenly going to ditch his characterisation and become a yas kween gay right away, i didn’t go into the aftermath bc this is alreayd fucking LONG but let me know if you want follow up????}

EDIT: i've rbed this with the follow up/part 2 attached!

EDIT 2, much later: switched out mike's reference to his 'younger brother' to a school friend, since the christmas special confirmed mike only has sisters and we're all about accuracy here

#bbc ghosts #ghosts bbc #the captain #ben willbond #bbc ghosts captain #bbc ghosts headcanon #ghosts headcanon #lgbt #lgbtq #gay #mlm

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diaryofadaringwitch · 3 years

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Culturally Catholic (tw suicide, religious issues, homophobia)

This is a long one and really personal. I really don't need Catholics coming onto this post trying to invalidate my experiences or trying to bring me back to the church. I'm still processing and working through a lot of this so if you're planning to yell at me for supporting the church when I was a child, that's also really unproductive.

As I've mentioned multiple times before, I was raised in the Roman Catholic Church. I left the church for a lot of reasons. A large part of it was realizing that I was gay and that I would always feel unworthy and unaccepted. I couldn't reconcile my stance on supporting reproductive/abortion rights and I couldn't justify staying in an organization that deliberately covered up the abuse of children.

And now, again, the complete lack of remorse or justice from the church with the mass graves discovered at residential schools has me angry thinking about how much time and money and praise I gave to that church.

In some ways, it's really easy for me to say "Fuck the Catholic Church" because theological differences aside, the organization itself has continuously harmed people and continues to harm even their own members.

But I'm starting to understand that I cannot separate myself from my church so easily. I say "my church" because that's still how it feels. Not the religion, but the physical location, the community I was raised in.

Because I wasn't just Catholic, the church was my entire life. I was an altar server, a choir member, I volunteered at funerals, I taught religious education. For the first 18 years of my life, the majority of my friends, family, and mentors were part of that church community. Hell, if I'd stayed in the church, there's a strong possibility I would have become a nun. I can draw connections from my life in the church to my pagan faith. I loved being an altar server because I felt so much more connected when I could be up there aiding the rituals during Mass, instead of just observing. Paganism is that connection, that direct involvement between you and the Divine.

So I can't just let go of those habits, those memories, those emotions as easily as I can reject the organization that sponsored them.

I still love singing my favorite hymns. I still find comfort in familiar prayers, rituals, traditions. There's that disconnect, the understanding that I don't believe the theology in those prayers, but I cannot shake that sense of home. I moved around a lot growing up, but the church was always the same.

I think loss has a lot to do with it as well. My grandmother was so grounded in her faith and she loved to share it with me. A lot of my mentors who helped make me the person I am. One of my good friends who took his own life- I sang in the church choir at his funeral because that's what we'd always done together.

I was furious at his funeral, because they called it a "Celebration of New Life" and I refused to see any bright side to his suicide. He was 19. It felt like they were invalidating our grief in this life because they believed he was perfectly at peace in the next life. But I still sang. It was the only thing that brought me any comfort in that horrible moment.

I'm starting to understand that although I have fully let go of the theology, fully let go of the organization, I am still "culturally Catholic". I still have those emotional connections and it's possible that I always will. My entire childhood was spent in the shadow of that faith. Moving forward, I'm learning to recognize and separate how those memories felt from what they did and the lasting effects that they had. Positive and negative.

I had so much fun in my religious education classes, but within those same classes I learned the doctrine that would impact my self-image to the point that I believed myself to be perpetually unworthy of grace or forgiveness.

I enjoyed being an altar server and that connection gave me a greater understanding of what I was missing within my faith.

Teaching religious education was one of the most rewarding experiences ever. But by doing so I had to research and understand theology that I would eventually come to realize did not make sense to me and did not align with my values.

If I could close this kind of disconnected post, I would say that if you're in the same boat as I am, please be patient with yourself. I've been pagan for nearly six years, not even a third of the time I was Catholic. This kind of understanding and reflecting takes a lot of time and emotional energy. So be kind to yourself, especially your old self and definitely if you were a child. Of course you were in that faith, because it was all you ever knew.

For all those struggling with the remnants of their old faiths, and for all that have been impacted negatively by the Catholic church- I wish you peace and the brightest of blessings. -Kate

#catholicism #former catholic #pagan #religious deconstruction #religious processing #religious witch #kate speaks #tw suicide #tw catholicism #tw religious trauma #religion

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inactivefandomblog · 3 years

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Things I noticed when I re watched Birds of prey last night

Hi all, I watched BOP for the second time last night and I wanted to write down some of the things I noticed as I had seen @wordsoflittlewisdom , Idea credit goes to them on this one. I’m aware that some of these things are not exactly new discoveries and were blatantly obvious to others, but I have ADHD and a processing delay meaning that I don't always take in all the information the first time I watch a film. For example, I had no idea Renee was gay for ages, even though they tell us she had an ex girlfriend (I think I was too busy fan Girling that Ali Wong was in the film then though to hear that bit). I have to focus more on the overall plot when I watch things the first time, but the second time I was able to scan for little details and take in more things. Without further ado, here’s what I noticed.

“Do you know what a harlequin is? A harlequin's role is to serve. It's nothing without a master. No one gives two shits who we are, beyond that.”

-When Harley is talking about Harlequinns serving their master, she is not just talking about her relationship with the Joker, but about Canary letting Roman be her master. She is saying that she felt like she was nothing without the Joker. She is also implying that Dinah feels the same about Roman, and that she shouldn't because he doesn’t actually care about her like the Joker didn’t care about her.

-THATS WHY SHE ONLY HAS ONE SHOE IN THE CHASE SCENE!!!!! SHE USED IT TO PIN DOWN THE ACCELERATOR IN THE TRUCKKKKKK!!! MYSETERY SOLVED!! ... though.. she didn’t change her shoes to a full set between then and the police chase the next day/ later on the same day. Meaning she didn't go home after that...so did she just like wander around Gotham after committing a huge crime obviously tide to her XD of course she did, she’s Harley Fucking Quinn! Either that or she passed out somewhere from being very very drunk, hopefully her apartment and not just a street or something.

-BONUS: fanfic idea: DRUNK HARLEY HAS A FUNERAL FOR HER SHOE THAT GOT BLOWN UP IN THE ACE CHEMICALS EXPLSION, WITH BRUCE AND THE BEAVER. after she leaves the crime scene. That just seems like a thing drunk Harley would do, as I imagine she loved those shoes as they were awesome..so were her sequin socks.

-The first time I watched it I didn't realise that the fireworks weren’t actually there - because that was all in Harley's head and the film is from her pov - even though we are showed that when the police arrive there are none and it's just a regular explosion. Not until I was told this was the case and realised we were literally shown this later on.

-She goes from being a Harlequinn to Harley Quinn as she becomes emancipated.

-Roman just lets Zsas grab his arms and restrain him when he’s mad, switch energy much.....also they are defo gay for each other. Zsas was acting like a jealous boyfriend when he gave Dinah even an ounce of attention. He legit told her to come back later when he just started massaging Roman’s shoulders. Roman let's Zsas rub his shoulders and comfort him, Zsas wants to protect Roman...need I go on.

- Cass’ parents are yelling about how they don't want her if you listen to what they are saying, so they’re not just fighting, they’re fighting because they wish they never adopted her. She can hear them saying all this too. This made me feel even more sad for Cass than when I thought her parents were toxic to each other in my first watch through.

- (Trigger warning: mention of domestic abuse and child abuse)

Cass’ parents didn't want her and seemed to be very hostile, its not mentioned how Cass got her cast...but I realised that it could suggest that her parents broke her arm. Which would go on to suggest that they were abusing her physically as well as emotionally. Hence why she didn’t trust people, and was so hurt when Harley betrayed her. Because when she says that she though Harley was different, she meant that she thought she could trust Harley and that Harley wouldn’t hurt her.

-Margot’s real accent comes through when she tells Canary ‘I haven't told that to anyone’ when telling her she Broke up with Joker, as well as a few other times throughout the film.

-Cassandra is quiet and not talkative in her first scene because her throat was hurting because of the diamond. That's why she coughed to try and clear it . At that point in the film we hadn’t been shown that part but it was set after it happened so it makes sense when you re watch it.

-Cassandra’s jacket has a little middle finger logo on it, which I thought really suited her character.

- Cass has ‘asshole’ written on her cast, a drawing of a gun the word ‘fuck’, the word ‘magic’ - which is probably a reference at how she does some stuff that is similar to closeup magic and uses the same magicians technique of the art of misdirection - she also has what appears to be two playing cards, one with hearts and one with diamonds. Which is most probably a reference to Harley Quinn’s whole hearts and diamonds thing she has going. Didn’t comic book Harley also have a link to those specific playing cards too? or something like that?

EDIT: THEY ARE PLAYING CARDS!! I GOT A BETTER LOOK AT THE CAST IN THE COSTUMES VIDEO.

- TW: mentions of abuse and child abuse and trauma

The whole diamonds are a girls best friend is Harley going somewhere else mentally to cope with the trauma of being abused - we see her being spanked by a nun when was younger suggesting she was abused then too, and I think it is a part of her comic book story that she was but I don't know for sure - when it flashes and Guns appear that's reality trying to seep in. She's trying to focus on the diamond and block everything else out

-I spotted what looks like a mini mallet on the wall in her kitchen that could potentially be a meat tenderiser, and if that is the case then that is a fantabulous little Easter egg type thingy. The handle looks too long to be a pot, it has a diamond pattern on it and it is next to another tool for preparing meat...so now I'm just waiting on Margot Robbie,Cathy Yan or Ella Jay Basco to Reply to my tweet and confirm it.

-Helena speaking Chinese makes me laugh for some reason, I think its her facial expression.

- Kid Helena’s crayons when she's drawing the revenge pic are all perfectly spaced and placed like her stuff in her bathroom scene. Further evidence of her perfectionism/ her liking things a specific way.

- The towel in Helena’s hotel room on the bed (seen in mirror reflection) is in the shape of a little person.

- Canary sheds a tear when Roman harasses the lady on the table, I didn't notice that before because I looked away as the scene made me really uneasy.

- Harley screws the cap on the nail polish before putting it down even though there's someone at the door after them. This made me laugh because she thinks the police is after her but still takes time to do this, which is such a Harley thing. Like when she bent down to pick up the penny when that guy was gonna kill her.

- Roman has a shirt with his face printed on it.They did a good job of using the costumes and sets to show his egomaniacal trait.

- The look of acceptance of Harley's face when she realises that no one cares about, after the last person she thought cared about her (Doc) betrayed her, is heart-breaking.

-How was Renee not injured from getting launched out the window? Even if she didn't fall all the way to the ground and landed on the top of the entrance bit, she’d still be injured.

-WHERE DOES HUNTRESSS STORE ALLL THOSE ARROWWWSSSSS????? SHE FIRED SO MMAANNNNYYY! I DIDN’T SEE A QUIIIIVVVER OR ANYTHING. I guess she just stores them in sub space along with her hammer¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-Also I think I figured out what the chain is for, at first I thought it was for the crossbow to attach to. Then I though not as she leaves the crossbow on the floor by itself in the funhouse fight scene, but then I think I saw it attached to it..so I think she can just disconnect it when need be. Plus it just looks cool.

-Alllssoo, she toooottallly checked out Dinah! HELENA IS DEFO GAYYYY! she has big useless lesbian vibes. They really knew who their target audience was when they made Helena look so stunning and badass. The producers really said ‘hello LGBTQ+ community’ (hopefully y’all know that tiktok audio or that wont make much sense) Also, if you don't believe me, I have a gif of her doing it on my blog. So there’s no denying it.

-Why were the lights on in the funhouse if it was abandoned?? Maybe its just more Harley vision? but the carousel was rotating too...

Anyway that's everything I noticed, thanks for reading if you made it this far, and even if you didn’t...you wont see this then but still. Thank y’all .

#harley quinn #birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn #birds of gay #birds of prey #dc #movie #dinah lance #huntress #black canary #renee montoya #dinah x helena #cassandra cain #victor zsaz #roman sionis

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 2 years

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Fictoromantic & Fictosexual Should Be Seen As Valid

after seeing a youtube video about “Fake Valid”

and one of the ones mention were Animesexual.

but if you think about it, Anime/Cartoon and even CGI would be under Fictoromantic and Fictosexual.

even if some might not fully understand it, and might even think it is not valid.

I don’t know if they will ever do a talk about Enbian on Youtube, but I could keep my eye out for it.

it’s also nice to know, that the feelings I have right now are valid.

which once again, I believe the reason I couldn’t figure it out before, is because of the energies around me, but it’s okay not everyone believes that, but might respect that is what I believe.

I do believe that there can be others who will be both Aromantic Flux, Asexual Flux and added one that can either be Hetero, Bi, Pan or Lesbian, Vincian and Other.

it can be insensitive to assume that Ace, can’t be Heteromantic.

not all Aces will be the same...

also I would like to talk about a video that points about the stupidity of insensitive humans, that were attacking someone for coming out as Aroace.

that is so pathetic, I can’t remember the name that talks about one of the hate videos, but I can remember that the way the person sounded, they sounded like a Toxic-Religious person....

at least I know that not all people who are religious are like that.

and yes, earlier I couldn’t help but have the thoughts that it would give me another reason to want to find the edge of heaven, and jump off of it.

or like if I was one of Charlie’s patients/clients and the Angels in the Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss Universes, try to take me away.

I would grip on to Husk’s bar for dear life

and yell out “I live here now!”

I would still rather go live with the Earthly Mother/Goddess,

my pendulum could still be pulling a prank about the whole Moon Goddess thing, and how she created Lilith from some fragment of her....

if that were true, wouldn’t that mean that Charlie could be a Goddess in a Hazbin Hotel AU....I don’t think she would be made into one in the canon,

but fanon only.

also is it normal for your eyes to play tricks on you when you look at the moon, like no matter how you move it feels like it’s moving with you.

like if you move your body in a circle motion, it does the same.

or if you go side to side, and the moon does the same.

maybe it’s like a optical illusion.

I don’t think it was like that time with that star I saw before when I was feeling a little sad, and the star ends up making me feel a bit more better and happy.

I know how it feels to be emotionally hurt by Toxic-Religious people,

like when I tried to get that one Toxic-Religious person to listen to me about how their using “may god have mercy on you” was hurting me and it was upsetting me, and no matter how I tried to point that out.

they kept doing it. I had no other choice but to block them over at deviantart, because that is where it happen....and I really hope I don’t run into them here...

there should seriously be a shirt and sweaters

that say “Being Horny Shouldn’t Be Mandatory”

and maybe explaining to others, that being Ace wouldn’t mean that you are gonna be Gay, well yes some will be Vincian, Lesbian, Biromantic and Panromantic.

but there will be some that will be Heteroromantic.

one of the reasons why I can’t tell my own family about being asexual flux, has to do with knowing that they will assume that I’m gay, but no matter if that were true or if it was like Heteroaceflux, I can’t tell them.

also I am technically a fictoromantic too, I can still get some crushes on real people....but I rather not try to pursue them.

bad luck in the pursuing your love interest department.

and I’m pretty sure that was before I got enough bracelets to help block out certain energies, and let me fully figure out who I am....but there can still be some parts I’m not fully sure of.

I know I’m sure about the Aceflux part, and even the Aroflux part.

I guess I’m still on the fence when it comes to the whole being Enbian.

I don’t think my thoughts or feelings would matter to those that got really made at [Redacted] for becoming open about being Aroace.

at least they weren’t kept from fully figuring out that by other people’s energies.

also it is possible you could go through most of your life, without figuring out your true romantic or sexuality or asexuality identity.

plus it is possible some childhood trauma from the rejection of same gender/bio-sex attraction, that might cause some to not be open to their family about it.

like let’s say a boy who hasn’t even become a teen yet, liked-liked another boy in his class, but when he gets his family’s thoughts about a boy liking another boy in that way, but not giving away it is him.

the reply they give him, ends up emotionally traumatizing him and he ends up using a faux-romantic identity, and later in his life, even a faux-sexuality

to hide the truth from his family, he even ends up believing the faux-romantic identity and faux-sexuality was really who he is.

and he even believed his family’s views were right, but then at some point in his life, he learns what his family made him feel, wasn’t okay.

because of how they made him feel, he forced himself to be something he wasn’t and it lasted throughout most of his life.

I’m not sure if many will get what I’m trying to say, and I really REALLY hope it doesn’t get misinterpreted.

but it still could possibly to happen to some, even if some families will be accepting, there are who wont be.

those who wont be accepting will either be the really mean aggressive kind that will stop loving you, or like they might still love you but will try to “fix” you....

there can be the passive-aggressive type of disapproval

and the full on really not good type of aggressive type of disapproval.

anyway, even if Fictoromantic or Fictosexuality, is like attraction to fictional characters, don’t mean it should be seen as fake or not valid.

some who are fictoromantic or fictosexual, can still feel some form of attraction to real people.

even if I can agree that can be some fakes, but I don’t think Ficto is one of them, even if some might not fully understand it, but it should still be seen as valid.

also still going to procrastinate with checking my blood type....

but like I say many times before, if it comes out the same for the third time,

I will fully accept it.

I can wait a bit longer to check it again, and at least we found out that we can get more blood out of my finger if it is the left hand.

I think it has to do with it being closer to the heart.

I know the few times I tried to do that test, I ended up feeling not so great.

and afterwords I would need to either sit down or lay down.

maybe I just need to eat a lot of food first so I don’t feel that way.

I guess I did suspect before that it might have to do with a slight fear of blood, but I don’t think I’m sure about that anymore...

but I guess I am glad to just take my time with checking my blood type again.

I think I will head to bed now, I will sign back on later to check out more stuff on here.

also Cartoon/Anime, Video Game, Comic and Movie Characters

would all fall into the Fictoromantic and Fictosexuality.

well if the movie has real people playing in it, you might either fall for the character or the person who plays the character, but could end up falling for both.....

also earlier today, I might of had been in a type of peeved mood

thinking about certain toxic-religious people who have done pretty messed up stuff.....let’s say that they make that one toxic-religious person who wouldn’t listen to me on how bad they were making me feel, seem more nice in comparison.

there can be other stuff besides toxic-religious, can be one of the terrible stuff about humanity.

like disgusting humans harming a child or baby, who should get their butts kicked.

I’m starting to think that Ghost George and that Attic might be the same as what I asked about to my pendulum.

once again, before I found out about that info about those guys who were involved with that whole George in the attic, and George ends up choking one of them...

I had asked my pendulum about one of my past lives, that if my past life dad was named George and if he was involved with me ending up dying in attic.

but maybe with some luck they are two different Georges and two different attics.

so after asking about the name and the whole attic thing, I decide to look it up and then end up finding that team was helping a lady who had some ghost named George who ends up choking someone.

it’s okay that not everyone believes about past lives, or it being possible that you might not able to remember fully of some of it.

and only end up remembering bits and pieces.

with any luck, it ain’t the same George, but if it was, maybe he will be send back to the attic and wont leave until he fully confesses what he did in his life.

I guess it was surprising to find some info about a George and a attic so fast, but not everyone has to believe it.

anyway I’m just gonna go to sleep now....

also I hope some understand what I was trying to say about how even fictoromantic attraction and ficosexuality shouldn’t be seen as fake, and should still be seen as valid and not be mistaken for the ones that are fake.

anyway see ya later, stay safe everyone and remember that you are valid.

#fictoromantic #talking about feelings #romantic attraction #sexuality #do not reblog without permission

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