#-'the product of your hard work and love is WRONG you should fix it to MY PERSONAL STANDARDS'

[last-flight-of-fancy]

hey, hey, quick internet fandom ettiquete lesson; X has two hands jokes only vibe if you are talking to someone who is ALSO already talking about how X has two hands. Okay? Okay. It is in fact very rude to go onto other people’s posts where only one set of hands is involved to evangalise about two hands. When seeing ship art/fic of only half your ot3, it is proper ettiquete to simply enjoy the art/fic as it is, and if so inspired create/commission/seek out the ot3 content of your choice. This has been your quick internet fandom lesson, thank you for your time.

#this is one of those things that has been cropping up a lot lately and it's. not cool. don't do this okay? #bc no one likes being evangelised at; for any reason #i know its probably just because you love your ot3 and i 100% feel that. i have many an ot3 i adore #but to the person who reads your comment on the thing they put hard work and love into it just reads as- #-'the product of your hard work and love is WRONG you should fix it to MY PERSONAL STANDARDS' #you are not better than the singular otp sides of things and its *certainly* not a solution to ship wars #the ot3 is going to have a different dynamic than either side of the individual otps and thats simply not going to vibe with everyone #and thats okay! #long story short: enjoy your ot3. love it! and let others enjoy their otps in peace. tell them you like their art if you want! #just dont go on to say what you think is missing that the creator clearly never intended #stop talking to yourself flight #ngl this is like. at least half the reason i've kinda been shuffling away from srk #kh3 convinced me sr was endgame but i could have happily kept on shipping an ot3 without canon. i dont need canons permission to ship #but wow has the constant bombardment in almost exclusively sr fanworks of 'omg two hands' has really soured the whole thing to me tbh #stand au srk is kind of the only srk to me now

[ghostphys]

Update after a week of doing this:

So it’s finally update time! Thank you all for the support on my post about this, it really meant a lot!!

I’m going to list the pros and cons of my little experiment, then add a summary/TLDR at the end of the post. This is probably going to be quite a long post as it was definitely an interesting 5 days. P.S, if you have any questions please ask! I’m 100% willing to answer.

Pros:

• My time spent studying over doubled this week. This was the most obvious pro (and the one I was kind of hoping for the most) and I’m so proud of myself for how much I managed to get done. I studied for an average of 4hours/day, whereas before I was only doing 2.

• Studying felt so much more relaxing and productive at night. This probably contributed to the increase in studying; I found I enjoyed studying more, was able to pay attention for longer periods of time, and it started to feel less like a chore, and more like a hobby.

• I started to feel more present in the moment, especially on the bus travelling to/from uni. This wasn’t something I was really expecting, but I think also was partially a result of me deleting social media (which i can totally make another post on if that’s of interest). But where I used to sleep on the bus, or even just daydream, I started to read books, look over notes, and just feel a lot more present in general, which was a fresh of breath air honestly.

• I actually felt a lot less tired while at uni. I think this is most likely due to having been awake for a while before even travelling, so I had plenty of time to wake up. As someone who suffers from both physical and mental health issues, this was really important to me and i was so so much more focused during lectures and just generally wow it was amazing.

Cons:

• Although I found it easier to study, I dedicated a lot less time to keeping my room/study area tidy. I’m not sure exactly why this was, I think maybe just moving around to tidy up at 2/3am felt a bit wrong as I was scared to make too much noise? I think the way around this would be to just tidy right before sleeping at around 6pm, but this was probably my least favourite of the cons:(

• No time for social life outside of uni. Unless your friends are all also borderline nocturnal, then yeah if you are a person who loves going out etc then this is not the schedule for you. Fortunately for me my friends already know i sleep a lot, so most of our socialising happens in between lectures during uni time. (And by that I mean going to cafés and doing even more studying).

• It was kind of hard to figure out mealtimes? Eventually I settled on only having two meals a day, but just increasing portions sizes, and having more snacks in between. This is just what worked best for me, and this wasn’t a huge con tbh, just kind of confusing at first.

• It was so much easier to just hit snooze on my alarms. Because I didn’t have to worry about a bus to catch or anything forcing me to wake up, I found myself saying ‘just five more minutes’ way more times than I should have. I definitely slept in one day sadly. I think this is definitely preventable, I’m sure there are special alarm apps to help with this sort of thing, and i’ll probably be checking that out.

Summary/TLDR: This was such a fun experience for me, I’m really super proud of myself for trying this out and for improving my studying! All in all I definitely found this to be a positive experience, obviously that’s a personal thing so please don’t take my word to be truth! But just in my experience I really found it to help my mental aspect of studying as well as just physically doing more. Although my room got a bit messier, and I kind of just got disoriented about the time of day sometimes, I definitely think these are things that could have been fixed.

Disclaimer: I only tried this for a week which is definitely not enough time to fully change your sleep schedule, and I am obviously not a professional in this field or in research. This was just a fun little experiment and a chance for me to talk about my personal experience. I’m not encouraging this behaviour or saying it is healthy. (I am not informed about the effects on health this would have long term). Do not take some random person on tumblr’s experience as a holy grail of truth or something like that.

#physics #stem #stemblr #study aesthetic #study blog #study motivation #studyblr #studying #studyspo #women in stem #studyinspo #study tips #student life #student #adhd study tips #adhd studyblr #actually adhd #adhd

[sharkboywrites]

Hihihi!

Could I request a Dammon (bg3) x GN! Reader?

More specifically, a fluffy piece where Dammon has been overworking himself since getting his forge in the Lower City. Maybe it's him trying to prove himself to the Bauldarians. Maybe he's just so excited to finally have a proper forge again? The Reader/Tav has to physically drag him to bed by the back of his shirt because he keeps saying he'll be there, and he just has to shut down the shop, but he keeps getting redistracted.

Overall, it's just a cute domestic scene.

Thank you for taking the time to read this! Have a good day/night, and remember to eat something and stay hydrated❤️

Take a Break

Dammon x gn reader

A/N: I love Dammon so much, developers please make him romanceable 🙏 anyways I made this more of a full writing rather than headcannons like I usually do

Two and a half hours. It been two and a half hours since the time Dammon told you he’d be home from the forge.

You’ve been sitting on your shared couch, in the shared hime the two of you had gotten a few months ago, reading a rather interesting book, but you found as the time it became harder to focus. Your mind wandered more as the time passed, worrying about where he could be.

Two hours wasn’t enough time to start panicking though, he could have been held up by something at forge. It probably wasn’t an emergency. You tried to keep distracting yourself, but the book became just words on a page, and you had to find something else to do.

For a bit you paced back and forth, then cleaned a bit, then paced back and forth again. After another half an hour, three hours past the time he should have been back, you decided this was the time to go and look for him.

A simple walk to the forge to check on him, nothing drastic, you didn’t live far away after all, him needing to go there almost daily for work.

You soon found yourself at the forge not long after leaving your house. It also didn’t take long to find Dammon, over his craft, looking frankly exhausted.

His breathing was labored and he was covered in sweat, it wasn’t hard to tell how tired he was, but he kept working, pushing himself through it.

“Dammon,” you call out “What’s going on? You were supposed to be back home three hours ago…”

Your tone isn’t mean, but more concerned. He looks up at you, clearly suprised, not expecting to see you while he was working.

“Honey, what are you doing here?” He asks before he even processes your words, but once he realizes a confused look crosses his face. “What? What time is it?”

“It’s almost eight, you were supposed to be off a long time ago Dammon…”

He immediately starts to panic, packing up his things and apologizing to you profusely. You’re out of there in no time, assuring him it’s alright on the walk back home. When you enter the house, you encourage him to go wash up, and he does. You lay on the couch, now able to return to your book without worry.

He comes back in a bit later, clean but still looking a bit stressed out. You motion for him to sit next to you, and he does. You lean your head on his chest, looking up at him and admiring his features, resisting the urge to reach up and caress his horns.

He, on the other hand, looks straight ahead, head clearly full of thoughts. You decide you need to address what’s clearly bothering him. “What’s wrong?” You call up to him.

He looks down at you, confused. “What do you mean?” He looks more confused for you rather than himself, as he usually is.

“You’re stressed out. Worried about something.” Your tone is blunt, no dancing around the issue.

He hesitates for a moment. “I just… I feel like I need to be better, faster. I need to make better products and faster. Karlach had to wait so long for me to fix her engine… I need to be faster next time…”

His voice is full of guilt, even though he had fixed the issue, he somehow feels like he still didn’t do enough. You can’t help but furrow your brows in concern “Hey… it’s alright, you fixed the issue after all, and she’s so grateful, she’s not mad about the time that it took…”

He nods. “You’re right…” He agrees with you, but it’s clear he needs a little more convincing.

You sit up, and he looks at you confused, a hint of disappointment from the lack of your touch. He doesn’t have to worry about that for long though as you lean forward and kiss him on the cheek. “I’m so proud of you, I hope you know that…” you mutter to him.

He’s shocked for a moment, before softly smiling. “You…” He pulls you into a hug and holds you close.

You lean up and kiss him again. As you start planting kisses across his face, he can’t help but laugh a little.

The house is full or giggles as you comfort him in the best way you know how, and for him it’s working.

It’s not long before you fall asleep on top of him, and while he’d prefer to sleep in your bed, he doesn’t have the heart to wake you, your weight making him drift off himself.

Maybe he doesn’t need to work so fast after all.

I’m exited to see how this turns out because usually people like my headcannon fics more than my will writing fics, ty for reading and have a nice day

#sharkboywrites #gn reader #bg3 x reader #dammon bg3 #dammon #dammon x reader #bg3 dammon

[mixelation]

Regarding the last chunin exam post, did Tori ever get her chakra poisoning fixed or by activating her seal it kinda worked itself out? Someone's gonna shit when they realize a genin managed to do all that stuff with chakra poisoning

love all your aus I deffo read this blog every morning like a newspaper

oh man i forgot i didn't post any of the parts where i did world building on what chakra poisoning even IS

basically the idea was "chakra poisoning" refers to a specific state in which a chemical compound fucks up chakra within the body (as opposed to this being induced by a jutsu, or various poisons which can affect the body's production/control of chakra but don't affect chakra itself). the result is that the body basically attempts to reject its own chakra, leading to a bunch of nasty physical side-effects. this means having more chakra actually works against you. having a more develop chakra system (like a ninja vs a civilian) also works against you because your cells are interacting with more chakra.

(there's only one known compound that can do this, and it's hard/expensive to make and doesn't store very long, which is why it's super uncommon)

tori wasn't exposed for long, doesn't have a ton of chakra, and scrambling her system puts in her a more civilian-like state. so she's not at 100% but it's not going to like.... kill her. i did edit the scene where kushina yeets her out of the tunnel to give her more physical side effects.

it's also a "if you manage to wait it out, you'll be fine" type of thing because the body is always making new chakra. kushina probably should not have just gotten up and done a bunch of stuff, but her body heals the damage it's been doing to itself extremely quickly, so like. she's, uh.... fine......?

the scene with the genin writing their report dragged on a bit as i lost scene, so i cut it, but eventually they were all going to stand up and abruptly realize they all actually need to go to the hospital. deidara is like, "okay itachi, now use your asshole personality to get us seen first in the ER--"

and yes tori's medic was going to be like: literally what's wrong with you?

(probably minato makes kushina pop in to see a medic too. i think she views herself as pretty invincible so she wouldn't go on her own, and he's not as freaked out as the alt version in toxicity because he sees her AFTER she's recovered some. but yes this would be a good idea)

[erodasfishtacos]

xowboyrry when yn gets her period and isn’t pregnant

The Styles’ Farm sits on over 400 hundred acres of land, they sell their produce of fruits and vegetables, dairy products from their cows and goats, their flowers that grow in the cultivated fields among other things that lead them to being so successful.

They ship out most of their products to stores in the bigger surrounding city but also have a little shop where locals can stop in to buy things as well - YN runs it during the day.

Harry is hard to find during the day because he can be a few feet from the house or he could be miles away working on something.

Today, he happened to be stopping a closer barn after he’d spent most the day getting a goat’s horns untangled from an iron fence and now he had to fix a leak in one of their water pumps.

“Excuse me, Harry!” A voice grabs his attention from across the way, it was Mrs. Patterson with a basket full of vegetables and a few other small items.

“Hello there,” He greets, tucking his gloves into his back pocket - ignoring the way the old woman gazes at his body up and down, “What can I do for you, Mrs. Patterson?”

“Sorry to be a bother, dear. I was waiting around for your lovely wife, so I could pay you for these goods but she hasn’t been around. I left the money on the counter but didn’t want anyone to think I was stealing,” She tells him with soft, concerned eyesight and a pat to his arm.

“You haven’t seen her?” Harry repeats with a furrowed brow, “She should be in the shop today. I’ll go check on her. Thank you for your business, if you stop by tomorrow we’ll have some fresh quail eggs.”

The gray woman nods before she’s walking back to her truck and Harry’s stepping into the shop to double check she wasn’t in there.

His concern is skyrocketing when he realizes something may be wrong, he’s nearly running to their home, and as soon as he’s in the cool, air-conditioned space he’s shouting, “Sweet pea? Are you in here? Where have ya’ gone, sugar?”

“Up here,” He hears a faint reply but it sounds like she’s crying and so he’s taking the stairs by two until he’s at their bedroom.

She must be in the bathroom adjoined to their room because the door is shut and when Harry goes to open it, it’s locked.

“Darlin’, what’s going on? Open the door for me, s’just your husband. C’mon, don’t be stubborn,” Harry coaxes as waits against the wood door with a sigh.

“I just want to be left alone,” YN replies weakly, Harry knows by that tone that she really doesn’t want to be left alone.

“And I want to see my wife,” Harry responds a bit more firmly, “S’my job to make sure my wife is okay and I need you to let me do my job, pea. Be a good girl for me.”

YN rustles a bit before she’s opening the door, eyes puffy and swollen from tears as she wipes her face with a cloth.

Harry steps forward, boots loud against the old floorboards as he cups her face between his calloused hands and murmurs, “Honey, what’s this for? Why didn’t you come get me?”

YN shakes her head, “You have more important things to deal with than my stupid emotions.”

“They’re not stupid, don’t you ever say that,” Harry rebukes sternly, his mossy green eyes serious as he leans in to kiss his wife’s nose and when he pulls back, he catches a glimpse out of the corner of his eye.

A box of pads, a few waded up pieces of bloody toilet tissue in the waste bin - her period had come and she wasn’t pregnant.

“Oh, sugar,” Harry hums when he realizes, his lips peppering kisses all over her face, “Just not this month, yeah? Doesn’t mean anything except we keep trying.”

“Yo-you work so hard, everyday to provide for me, and I can’t give you the one thing my stupid fucking body is supposed to do!” YN cries with fierce tears as she lets the emotion overwhelm her.

“Whoa, now. That’s not how this is going,” Harry replies with a sharp edge, he’s gently but assertively guiding her out of the bathroom and onto the end until she’s laid back - he’s not wasting anytime in tugging the sundress over her head until she only has on her underwear, “You’re body is more than just for babies.”

Harry doesn’t care that they’ll have to change the sheets later when he kneels over her in his dirty jeans and flannel - he kisses her lips before his lips are moving down the column on her neck, big hands massaging her bruised tummy.

“I love this body so much. It shatters my heart when you talk bad about it, pea,” Harry murmurs as his lips trail across her chest, making her taking in a big inhale as his breath teases over her nipples, “I’ll love and provide for you until we’re a hundred and five, whether we have kids or don’t. My love for you isn’t dependent on this.”

YN is still crying but now they’re just…somewhat happy tears because she loves her husband so fucking much.

She didn’t know what she did to deserve his love.

“I’m sorry, I’m distracted you from work,” YN mumbles sheepishly, embarrassed as he pecks her nipples before trailing down to her belly.

“Sugar, you need to get me when you feel this way,” Harry reminds her, “You don’t have to deal with it alone. I’m always here for you.”

YN has to admit that him being so loving, so affectionate right now - it has her wanting to wriggle her hips and spread open for him even though he’s not looking for that.

When he’s about to lift his head up, to most likely kiss her, she moves the hand that’s resting in her belly down to her panties.

“That’s not why I was loving up on you, darling,” Harry says quietly, his fingers tracing at the little bow on the trim of her underwear, “Just want you to know I love you, through everything.”

“I know, I know that’s not why,” YN tells him, “Want you to make me feel better this way. Unless you don’t want to-“

Harry startles a giggle out of YN when he jolts up to kiss her hard, biting at her lip before chuckling against her lips, “I’d be a mad man to turn down a chance to please my pretty wife.”

The good thing about Harry is nothing grossed him out or even phased him, growing up on a farm - he saw everything and anything so he didn’t even think twice about a bit of blood.

“If you want me home at a good time, we got to make this quick, pea,” Harry rasps as he undies his thick leather belt and tugs them down just enough to pull himself out.

“I know, just want to come and take a nap,” YN whines a bit brattily as he shimmies off her underwear until she’s bare.

“Spoiled lil’ thing you are, m’so fucking gone for you,” Harry laughs to himself as he hikes her thighs up and guides himself in, moaning at how fiery warm her walls are.

“H,” YN mewls as he fucks into her, hitting her spot dead on, and without miss - he’s so strong, forceful, and YN is quite sure he’s the sexiest man to exist.

“Give it to me,” Harry rumbles as his hand sucks down to rub at her swollen bud, “Squeeze on me, let me feel that pretty cunt.”

It doesn’t take long with his dirty words for YN to do as he asks, spasms around him which spurs his orgasm to overtake him too.

He cleans her up, the himself before he’s tucking her into their bed on clean sheets that he changed, and he’s back into the fields for another eight or so hours.

Some may call it a simple life but fuck, it was the only one Harry wanted.

#harry styles #update #harry styles masterlist #harry styles fic rec #harry styles x reader #harry styles writing #harry styles fluff #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #cowboyrry #cowboy!au #cowboy!harry

[lunaslovelyrambles]

“you’ve got your products and reactants mixed up.”

you swear your eraser nearly rips a hole through your paper as you fix your mistake. who decided that organic chemistry had to be so goddamn hard? and complicated? and stupid, and-

“and the solvent is wrong, polar aprotic works better for SN2.”

and why did you decide to study with the world’s number one chemistry nerd?

“thanks, kuroo, got anything to say that’ll make me feel like i actually do know reaction mechanisms?”

he chose to not say that your skeleton structure was off by one carbon. or that the fluorine should be on a dash bond and not a wedge bond.

“well,” he pointed to the problem before that you had just completed, “this one’s right.”

you gave him an unconvinced look.

“mostly right.”

“ah, there it is,” you sighed and leaned back into your chair. you were tired. more than tired - exhausted. but ochem was your worst subject. it was even worse because there was no way that you’d actually use chemistry given your career goals.

it was merely one of those classes that you “needed to take” for your major. and it was brutal compared to the other chem classes you’d taken beforehand.

kuroo has been your friend for as long as you can remember. he was your neighbor growing up, and best friend ever since then. and now, your study buddy as you struggled with chemistry.

again.

“well. the product is only slightly off. you’re just not thinking about chirality when you’re doing SN1 reactions,” he narrowed his eyes at you as he watched you nod off.

“mhm. chirality, yup.”

“‘cause that can change your products,” he trailed off. your eyes had completely closed and he could’ve sworn you fell asleep because you barely noticed your chair tipping back further and further-

“ah-AH!” you lost your balance and felt yourself fall backwards, thankfully not hitting the ground due to the much more alert kuroo tetsuro.

“i think we should call it for tonight,” he went to go close your textbook. you sprung forward to stop him.

“no, no wait! i promise i’m awake,” you pleaded with him. he sighed and shook his head.

“you’ve done this before, y/l/n. with every other chem exam i’ve helped you study for. remember when i helped you study for your first gen chem one exam?” he had a teasing lilt to his voice.

“umm.. no?”

“exactly,” he full on smirked at you now, “you fell asleep for it.” you huffed, moving your arms to cross over your chest.

“well, it’s not my fault chemistry is so.. sleep inducing.” he mocked hurt and held his hand to his chest, as if the mere thought of chemistry being talked badly about was offensive.

“how dare you speak that way about chemistry?”

“oh come off it, deep down inside your science-loving heart you know this can get a bit boring.” he hummed in response, sliding your book off the desk and into your bag.

“maybe, maybe you just don’t understand how amazingly fun and super rad it can be.” that got a laugh out of you.

“but even with how fun it is, it’s not good to study for,” he broke to check the clock, “four hours? with rarely any breaks.”

“i know,” you sighed, head resting on the desk. even as you tried to relax your brain was still filled with ochem, and stupid reactions. your eyes fluttered shut and you sighed.

kuroo smiled affectionately at your sleepiness. it was cute, and he admired how much you effort you were putting into the class despite your hatred towards it.

he nudged your shoulder to jostle you awake slightly.

“don’t fall asleep at the desk,” he gently helped you up and over to your bed where you finally felt your body decompress. kuroo tucked the blankets around your body.

he took one second to unabashedly admire how adorable you were when you got tired. kuroo couldn’t help the small smile that rose to his face.

but he soon turned, shutting off the light on the desk and gathering his stuff. he assumed you were asleep until you spoke up again:

“night, tetsu,” you yawned sleepily, the sound of the nickname from his lips made him smile.

“g’night y/n, try not to dream too much about chemistry.”

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-> masterlist

#the motivation came in the form of kuroo #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu drabble #tetsuro kuroo #tetsuro kuroo x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro drabble #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuro x reader

[bratzforchris]

Hey! Would you mind doing a little work about Ash with an S/O (gn pls if you don’t mind) who does musicals on broadway and comes home from rehearsal one night super stressed and just comforts them? I feel like he’d be the best at giving hugs and making silly jokes to make you feel better! Feel free to ignore this and make sure to take care of yourself <33

Feel Better

❃

Summary: Above

Pairing: Ashton x gender neutral reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 788

A/N: Thank you for the request!

❃

You had loved Broadway ever since you were young. You’d spend hours every day researching the various actors and actresses and listening to the soundtracks. Throughout your childhood, you had worked desperately towards a performing arts school and then, hopefully, Broadway. 

It had been to your great surprise and joy when you’d gotten accepted into Juilliard. You had been working for this since you were a child and your dream was finally, finally coming true. You’d moved to New York City with one dream in mind, and somehow, you had ended up getting it, as well as a dream you didn’t know you needed. 

You’d met Ashton in the small cafe near your campus. You had simply had the intent of grabbing a latte before your rehearsal for the school’s production of Dear Evan Hansen, where you were playing the role of Zoe. Somehow, you’d ended up talking to the beautiful honey-blond man behind you, only to learn that he was a drummer in a band. Despite being strangers, you two had clicked instantly, with Ashton walking you back to Juilliard’s auditorium when it came time for you to be back at your rehearsal. It had been the start of a beautiful relationship that you still treasured to this day. 

Flash forward one year, and you were in Dear Evan Hansen again, only this time, you were playing Zoe on Broadway and Ashton was your boyfriend. It really should have been a beautiful, full-circle moment, but at the moment you were much too frustrated to see that. Everything seemed to be going wrong at rehearsal today. It was tech week and somehow the costumes still weren’t right, the actor playing Evan kept forgetting his lines, and the spotlights continually went out, despite just being fixed. You loved your job, but sometimes it was beyond exhausting. 

You sighed as you dropped your tote bag onto the floor of your and Ashton’s apartment in the Upper East Side. You could hear your boyfriend somewhere deep inside the apartment, singing to himself while tapping out what sounded like a new drum beat. 

“Ash?” You called, sliding off your shoes and walking towards the sound. 

Ashton was sat at his drum set in his bedroom-turned-studio, headphones on. He seemed to be deeply immersed in whatever he was working on, so you turned and went to leave the room, figuring you’d give him some space to work. However, the honey-blond caught sight of you from the corner of his eye and immediately slipped the headphones off. 

“Y/N! You’re home!” he exclaimed happily. 

You nodded softly, trying not to let your face display your emotions. You loved Ashton’s personality more than words, but sometimes his optimistic cheeriness was a bit too much. 

“Is something wrong?” he immediately asked as he surveyed your features. 

“I’m just…stressed is all.” You said quickly, trying to change the subject. 

Your boyfriend walked over and wrapped you in a hug, squeezing tightly. “I’m sorry, my love. Wanna talk about it?” he asked gently. 

You shrugged, unsure of what to say. “Everything was just going wrong today and we’re already so close to opening night.”

Ashton frowned, kissing your head. “I’m sorry, baby. I know how much this means to you. But you do know that everything else going wrong has nothing to do with your skills, right?”

You sighed. “I know. It’s just hard to feel like it’s not my fault when I have such a big role.”

He nodded, pulling you closer. “I completely understand that. It can feel that way in the band sometimes too. Y’know, when things just aren’t going right and people always say ‘the drummer is the backbone of the band’.”

You snuggled further into your boyfriend’s chest, nodding softly. “Thank you, Ash. I mean, thank you for understanding. I know you were busy, I’m sorry I just dumped all this on you.”

“Hey hey, no. None of that,” Ashton tipped your chin up with his pointer finger. “I love you, okay? I’ll always be here to listen to your problems, no matter how big or small they are and no matter how busy I am. Because I love you, and I’d do anything to see you happy.” he smiled and let out one of his goofy giggles. 

You couldn’t help but giggle too at Ashton’s adorable sweetness. He was the perfect boyfriend in all facets and every day he proved that to you more and more just being himself. 

“Now, what do you say we order takeout, yeah? I could go for shrimp fried rice and crab rangoons.” 

You nodded eagerly, tugging him towards your kitchen to get the well-worn takeout menu from your favorite Chinese place. “Don’t mind if I do.”

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin x reader #ashton irwin x y/n #ashton irwin x you #ashton irwin fanfic #ashton 5sos #fanfic #5sos #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #luke hemmings #5sos fanfic #luke 5sos #5sos fic #calum 5sos #5sos blurb #5sos hq #5sos imagine #5sos moodboard #5sos smut #5sos x reader #5sosfam #michael 5sos #5 second of summer imagines #5 seconds of summer preferences

[awakentheeldritchabomination]

The Thing About Redesigns, Rewrites, and Reimagines…

(Part I: Broader Discourse)

To those of you who’ve been keeping tabs or maybe seen my posts floating around the tag, you might recall me mentioning that I felt a bit of hesitancy toward the prospect of joining in on the recent wave of redesign/rewrite content. In the more likely scenario that you haven’t or do not know what the crap I’m talking about, that’s fine lol. Understandable. It was a little thing I had written into my first rewrite/redesign post about Charlie. In a short aside, I explained that it was because I’d felt “bad about tinkering with someone else’s work like this”, and then I’d left it at that. So… yeah. Why am I bringing it up now?

Well, I don’t think I need to tell you that this fandom is… a lot. Y’know people have been talking…discourse is being had… heated, moral arguments are being hurled left and right. And in light of all the growing, reactionary accusations, I…found myself starting to feel bad again.

My initial issue, the reason why I didn’t immediately jump to sharing my ideas was that, for all her faults, I empathize with Viv as a creator and didn’t want to feel like I was disrespecting her, her characters, and her vision by reworking it to suit my own. I had frustrations and criticisms, but I never wanted to make it seem like I was trying to ‘fix’ her work or her style. I really didn’t want to be one of those pretentious dipsh*ts (the kind that take a piece of art, digest it through their own preferences and biases, then spit it back in the artist’s face with a, “There. I made it better”). In the end, I went through with it because I had a small hyperfixation and a tendency to project my own issues onto characters I love (I’m sure some of y'all can relate). And also, I was having fun. But… then more discourse poured in, and I saw all the concerns I expressed reflected in the arguments presented by other fans and artists.

And well… That made me feel like I was doing something wrong, like perpetuating and becoming the exact problems I had wanted to fight against. So, I took a step back. I reevaluated.

Now, I have thoughts (shocker!).

And they are conflicted.

On one hand I agree with the idea that redesigns/rewrites are not inherently bad or disrespectful things when it comes to productions like Hazbin since Viv is not a small creator with no power. She and her team have ultimate authority over the show’s events, and those plans will not be derailed by what is basically some random tumblr artist’s fanart/fanfiction.

In regards to the critical side of things, that kinda comes with consuming and digesting the messages and presentation of a work of art. Ideally, it should get people to discuss in this capacity, especially when it deals with such sensitive subject matter as Hazbin does (and especially when it is executed with evidently problematic notions which do bleed into the designs at times).

Still, I do think this trend can be disrespectful if the intention and presentation are made with an aggressive holier-than-thou attitude which explicitly seeks to one-up the creator. Though I understand where it comes from, I think that can be just straight, undiluted maliciousness with a generous helping of pretentious, self-appointed superiority. And I don’t think it’s necessary to pick apart the style itself. You don’t have to like it, of course, but I feel like stating your preference for one way of drawing over another and asserting it as if it were some objective truth antagonizes the entire point of individual artistic expression and personal taste. Criticize the lack of diversity (something which, I’d like to add, is not actually unique to Hazbin) and potentially problematic aspects, but not the style. Even then, it’s important to be constructive not destructive.

That being said, I don’t expect everyone to agree with me (especially if anyone who’s a die-hard fan finds this) Whether you do or not is on you, and that’s okay.

This is more a snippet of my thoughts than a fully developed rant. I just wanted to share where I’m at right now. There will be a part 2 to this expanding some of my feelings while also outlining where I might go from here because things are going on in my head, and I don’t actually know whether I will continue or not with this project. Right now, it feels like it’s drifting toward a more original direction (Charlie feels like an entirely different yet vaguely similar character and dang it I’m attached…It’s kinda weird lol) so….anyway—I digress.

Thank you for reading.

#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin rewrite

[strqyr]

BIG agree. ruby made herself vulnerable to her team and it backfired in the worst way, confirming every fear she'd had about opening up in the first place. the only way they can move from that point productively is for ruby to choose to seek them out again

altho i think wbyj also needs to have a Big Talk and sort some things out among themselves before reuniting

anyway, bets on yang being the most Mad at ruby? i feel like the comment abt her and blake would hit her pretty hard bc it's clearly something yang has wanted for a long time, plus i think in some ways yang still views herself as Ruby's Protector/Big Sister/etc and confronting the way Ruby's feeling would require her to confront the way she's contributed to it which. Is hard.

not yang hate btw i love her i just think it will be more interesting if wbyj is not 100% on the "oh God we fucked up how could we be so mean" train

yeah like. i wouldn't be surprised if this volume ends with all of them together getting back to remnant, but i also wouldn't be surprised if even after that ruby keeps her distance a bit more? as in, ruby is going to seek them out not necessarily bc she's 100% ready but bc it's necessary, cos like. i don't think this should be a thing that gets 'fixed' fully in three episodes. it's going to leave a Mark and that's fine, since things can't go back to way they were before; that's what got them to this point in the first place.

anyway, i am very excited to see everyone's reactions after the initial shock fades away, especially yang's. i think people are way too focused on the whole "she's a good / bad sister!!" when the point is that.. they're just.. sisters. i mean i'm the second youngest out of four, i have two older sisters and i love them very much but they have also pissed me off more times than i can count. that's just what having siblings is like; sometimes you're a good sibling and sometimes you're a bad sibling and sometimes that's intentional and sometimes it's not. that's just life. you can't be a little miss perfect all the time and always know what it is your sibling needs to hear or how to help them. sometimes you try and you fuck it up spectacularly, and if that happens, well. you think about it, figure out what went wrong, and try again if your sibling is ready to accept your help again. if they don't want it, then you respect that, too.

...where was i. oh, right, what comes to my mind is 'risk' and yang's attempted pep talk for ruby after she snaps and runs away for the first time; yang tries to cheer up ruby about her amity plan—'i was being childish' / 'you were being optimistic. look, blind optimism isn't great (lmao if this ain't what ruby has been kind of doing), but no optimism means we already lost. we need hope. we need to take risks. / 'but mine didn't work.' <- ruby pulls away from yang, who then has this look on her face before she sighs and gets up to get some distance before the talk takes a turn back to summer:

it's taking yang everything not to be frustrated at ruby's behavior and snapping back, and it still leaks through. like i don't think yang really knows how to handle ruby when she's being like this, bc ruby has always been optimistic and smiles all around; this kind of anger and frustration, the complete lack of any optimism, is new from ruby.

yang is definitely going to be concerned—they're in a strange world with unknown dangers, and on top of that neo is hunting down ruby specifically!!—but i can also see her being a little upset / annoyed / frustrated at ruby for... well, many reasons, but one of them being 'clearly she's not okay so why didn't she say anything?'

either way. interesting times ahead.

#rwby #rwby9 #rwby spoilers #ruby rose #yang xiao long #anon #ask.strqyr

[aortaobservatory]

what are your thoughts on the time aspect? ive always loved the theme of clocks, rhythm, death, and of course dave and aradia are the best characaters ever lmfaoooo. also random rambling: i feel like i often have this sort of ticking metronome in the back of my head that makes me feel very time-y and ive always LOVED music and cool antique stuff. im not sure how much of that is an indication of my actual claspect though lol

(apologies for the ramblings xD)

Apologies; you sent this months ago and I am only answering it now! I hope these thoughts of mine are still satisfactory to read about.

I feel as though Time's inverse, Space, is understood to be "creativity", and those who may not entirely understand what an aspect is meant to be tend to take its inverse's opposite. However, the "opposite of creativity" doesn't paint a very fun picture. While "creativity" isn't necessarily wrong for Space, I understand Space to be a journey, joy in the traveling. Time, therefore, would be an ending goal, the satisfaction of victory.

From The Extended Zodiac, I pulled these keywords from the Time Aspect description. These would be the "canon" traits; they are what I adhere to when analyzing, but it should also be understood that this concept encompasses much more to do with than these keywords. Its "vibe", if you will, is much more than what is written.

TEZ Time Keywords: Struggle, restless, action, goal-oriented, relentless, empathetic, problem-solvers, (ruthless, defensive, impulsive)

The keywords I chose to represent Time are "Repetition, Goals, Efficiency, Restlessness". This aspect, like all the other aspects, is inherently neutral. It is not good or bad, but has the potential to be either.

Time is about optimization. Timebound do not create new solutions; they use what they are given within the finite and refine it into the tools they use to achieve their goals. Their satisfaction comes from the end product of their labor, and they are not satisfied if they are not working towards something; anything can be a goal to work towards for the Timebound. If Space is an infinite destiny (a course of events within the present moment), then Time is a finite fate (the future outcome).

If it's not broke, don't fix it; an efficient method is a good method, and a good method is an efficient method. It is the nature of Time to stick to what it knows works well rather than attempt to figure out some other way of achieving the same goal. (Code, and the action of coding, is a good example of this.) This repetition of methods can certainly translate into a metronome of sorts; monotonous and keeping a beat. While music is the logical conclusion to draw from this, I could make a case that it is specifically rap that is Time's purest form of music, since it focuses on the rhythm of the words rather than singing a tone. At the very least, I would say each Timebound has their own rhythm and way of doing things that is simply what makes the most efficient sense for them to do. (Perhaps that is why Dave is so fixated on being ironic when he grew up under the care of a Prince of Heart...)

Dave is the poster child for all Timebound everywhere, of course. As the Knight of Time (Active Utilizer), Dave is extremely skilled with his aspect; since Time is about efficiency, Dave would be able to achieve a great deal of things in a very short amount of time. And he does! I would almost say that if he were any other class but a Knight, the beta kids probably would have crashed and burned hard. Meanwhile with Aradia, the Maid of Time (Passive Enhancer), she would rely on others for her aspect; this manifests in a few different ways. She documents the code on the frog temple for Sollux to then adapt into SGRUB. Ghosts are considered to linger behind after their deaths due to a state of unrest and "unfinished business", which is quite in line with the nature of Time. She relies on the destruction of alternate timelines to guide her choices, which ends up amassing an army of Aradiabots to passively help the trolls in their battle against the black king.

#classpecting #dave strider #aradia megido #homestuck #time classpects #classpect analysis #homestuck aspects #ao classpecting

[hypergamiss]

hello queen, I have a pathetic question about dating: how to not feel jealous at those who seem like they’ve found “the one” already? Ik all that stuff about everyone being on their own journey and stuff, but it does hurt sometimes. I’ve never even dated so seeing everyone find their one is heartbreaking sometimes. Ik there’s the bad parts of dating such as my friend saying her guy is the one and love of her life (they recently bought a house together) but also that he plays video games often and she feels bored and lonely at times. Sometimes tho I just want that relationship for the dumb sake of saying I have a boyfriend, or that attention. How the hell do you get over it and be content with yourself? It genuinely feels like no one is single around me /: maybe I’d feel differently if I had some single friends to relate to? Idk I just feel jealous all the time, and it isn’t good for me or my future. I should be focusing on creating the best version of myself but this insecurity is holding me back. It feels like a what do these girls have that I don’t? My friend told me a lot of ppl just settle and that’s why they’re in relationships but it didn’t make me feel better. I just want to find my “one” perfect ambition, hard working guy already. Sorry for venting, I love your account and advice.

Listen, social media is a dating reality show edited to make you feel like a loser. All you get are the bouquets and champagne dates, never the screaming match about dirty dishes. But lemme tell you, relationships are WORK. Even those picture-perfect couples have their "Why did I do this?" moments and silent car rides filled with unspoken resentment. That's just reality, even if it doesn't fit on an Instagram caption.

Being single can be tough, but let's not pretend relationships are a magic fix. It's about trading one set of problems for another, usually spicier ones. Don't get me wrong, the right person is worth it, but life isn't a fairytale. Notice how those couples with the constant PDA often go silent when things get messy?

Here's where self-discovery comes in. Sometimes those relationship cravings are masking something else – a need for excitement, validation, whatever. Figuring that out is way more productive than doom-scrolling relationship goals.

You think having a partner is this automatic happiness upgrade, but I've been on the other side, in a relationship feeling lonelier than ever. Trust me, it's a mind-blowing kind of awful, followed by a new level of depression. That's the thing nobody talks about.

So, I rock my single status because guess what? I've got standards. Settling for mediocrity just to avoid being alone? Nope. I'd rather invest my energy elsewhere. Because contrary to all that rom-com nonsense, you can't outsource your happiness to another person. You gotta build that for yourself.

A healthy relationship is two happy people adding to each other's lives, not draining each other dry with emotional baggage. That's why I'm perfectly content rolling solo until the right one comes along. Do you want dependence and drama? There are plenty of trashy reality shows for that.

Yeah, it's different from the usual "find your soulmate" BS, but it's REAL. You want fulfillment? Build that life for yourself first. The rest either falls into place, or you realize you're happier without another person's dirty socks in the mix.

[scribblesbyavi]

Most of the time films mirror society and not the other way round.

Films are a reflection of what is happening in the society and captures only a part of it. Films do leave a lasting impact on our mind but what someone goes through during their childhood can stay with them forever. Only they can understand what they go through because of such incidents. And sometimes there is no one to understand them. This kind of trauma can kill them from the inside and make them something they are not.

We as a society always like to see the final outcome and give judgements based on the action but we never try to understand where someone is coming from. We don’t give a damn to see things from someone else’s perspective. Society at large neglects things that require more attention like childhood traumas, mental health issues and depression.

Of course some people don’t deserve our empathy and compassion however in the macro picture we as a society are moving too fast and some parents hardly give quality time to their kids. This is the biggest problem with this generation of families. They neglect the basic things and chase superficial things.

A younger generation deprived of love, care and understanding may lose their track in this rat race and might feel that there is no one they can trust or speak their heart out to. There is too much noise in the world and access to too much information while kids only need time with their families, just time. They need someone who can hold their vulnerable side and tell them that everything is going to be okay and also give them a basic understanding of what’s right and wrong. Kids most of time just need that direction and guidance and the feeling that someone is always there with them and that they are proud of them.

We as a society can declare a film as misogynistic which is okay because we have to point that out. However, we forget to take the other things in to consideration like lack of parenting, lack of love, childhood traumas etc. But we only pick the thing that is easy to point out and speak or bash over social media. We as a society of human beings and individuals have to show maturity and start talking about the hard things too. We have to come as a society and fix the little things right from the early stages of a child’s growth. We have to take care of them, not quarrel in front of them or expose them to domestic violence. We have to rather show them how to love and educate them about every trivial thing there is.

Also the fact is that films cannot be released directly into the theatres. They have to get an approval. They are given a rating and certification which tells which section of people may watch it. And when it is mentioned as violent and offensive then the audience who can’t watch it or gets easily triggered shouldn’t go and watch it. And if there is an issue with the national board then we should also call that out.

From filmmaking stand point this film, Animal is a brilliant masterpiece, a work of art. I’m so glad that Indian films are finally progressing in terms of cinematography, performances, production and overall execution. It’s truly grand and also entertaining at the same time. More importantly it’s unapologetic. (You can have your own opinion, free world.) If you have watched the films of Quintin Tarantino then you will know what I’m talking about. Of course there is a difference in the portrayal but hopefully we are getting there.

This doesn’t mean that the film doesn’t have its flaws. It does come with its own shortcomings like any film does. The issue with this film is that the makers tried to glorify violence and misogyny. They should try to keep it real. In the past too many films have come out which showed the justification of mass killings and portrayal of an anti hero story arc. I think directors and screenwriters should learn from this. They should put their mind in to this and show something for what it is and not glorify it.

But when we talk about the problems with a film we should also talk about problems that exist in the real world. This film has probably shown only 10% of the violence than what is actually going on in our society everyday - rapes, gang rapes, children being abused and women being molested, domestic violence, brutal killings by their own partners, acid attacks, road side murders, mass murders, an actual genocide happening, a whole country being wiped out by another… i can just keep going. Animal is nothing compared to the level of toxicity and violence that exists in the everyday world, in the news and in social media. The real world has gotten much more worse. It’s filled with terror and is very unsafe, specially for women.

If we have so much time to talk about a film then why not a minute to talk about all the real incidents happening around the world? Innocent families and children are being slaughtered everyday like animals.

When will we talk about the actual events happening? What are we waiting for?

Let’s talk about the real problems and things that are wrong in our society, in the real world and not wait for it to happen with our own family.

avis

#animal movie #not a review #thoughts

[allovertheplace-writing]

Hello! May I request headcanons (romantically & separately) of Riddle, Jamil, Vil, & Leona with gn!S/O? S/O wants to keep their relationship private (they're uncomfortable with the public who know about it), except their family/best friend. I hope this isn't against the rules, thank you!

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Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Riddle, Jamil, Vil, and Leona

Genre: Fluff

Type: Headcanon

Description: Them With a s/o that Keeps their Relationship Private/Secret

Warning(s): Nervousness/Anxiety(Vil & Leona)

Hello, anon! No rules are broken, no worries \^°^/

Thank you sm for sending in a request by the way, I appreciate it! I hope you enjoy ♡

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   ➢ Riddle

Riddle also likes to keep his relationships to himself and his partner

He didn't know until you began dating, but at least it works out!

He's a rather private person and feels much more comfortable keeping to himself

Even though he finds it difficult to hide his affections

He doesn't know how to be hard on you, let alone scold you for more than a few seconds

Some might have a sneaking suspicion of you both cough Trey cough

But they never say anything, respecting the fact you and Riddle aren't for a public show

At times Riddle feels quite lonely due to the distance you both put up outside and will often initiate some hand holding and hugs whilst alone with you- as slow as he is with moving forward when it comes to physical affection

A little recharge and mood solvent for him and he hopes it's the same for you <3

Overall, Riddle respects your feelings and realizes that he also likes keeping his relationships from the public eye

Meaning he's one of the best matches for someone who likes a private life!

   ➢ Jamil

Jamil, another one who likes things on the down low, is quick in accepting how you like your relationships

Actually it's something he finds nice, Kalim is always one for big gestures and adventures and it's tiring sometimes

He feels as though he can relax with you- plus the distance in daily life allows him to remain productive

But that doesn't mean he likes it as much as his alone time with you

Whether you're just in the same room as him working on a paper for Professor Trein's class or if he's putting together a meal for Kalim, it's enough for him even in complete silence

It's comfortable

He still enjoys the goodbye kisses in the mornings and evenings though, don't get him wrong he may not live without them /lh

Jamil is a private man as much as he is loving, despite being sneaky about it

He is a great match for someone who likes to keep things amongst themselves, it works best for him!

   ➢ Vil

Vil has his public and private life

He never lets them interfere, and if they do he gets quite stressed

He's happy that you feel similar

If he had a partner that was very public, he wouldn't know how to fair

Whilst he isn't very physically affectionate, he makes up for it with small acts of service!

Perhaps fixing your clothes or hair between classes when no one's looking, or possibly helping you understand an alchemic topic that is difficult to grasp

An almost secret relationship is easy on him and he finds it to be most suitable for someone like him

But he also knows it hard to keep secrets such as this one when it came to fame

Tabloids and other media outlets would catch wind some day

And when that day comes he'll be prepared

A public statement and a request to allow you both privacy

Vil is nervous about the possibility and he could only imagine how much worse it'd be for you

He might not be the best in terms of keeping a relationship away from the public eye, but he sure as hell will try

Especially because he likes it that way

   ➢ Leona

Leona says he doesn't care, that you should just do what you please

Yet he always says no when people ask if he's in a relationship

As much as he acts like a jerk, he's pretty caring and also just pretty <3

He's thoughtful of your wishes and keeps in mind things you've said or done before

Keeping a relationship from going public is actually quite easy with him

Normally he's alone, and Ruggie doesn't make a peep, so affections and endearments can be passed around simply

Although he knows it unsettles you in a place that is open to the public

He can hear your heart and see how you try to hide your shifting

For that he reassures you in his very-leona way, but also cuts down on things until you both are in his, or your, room

Nonchalant man is not very nonchalant when it comes to you

Leona is a good match despite wanting to subconsciously show you off, he is rather prideful after all!

He'll treat you well and, in a way, he's happy to have you to himself

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[idontlikeem]

inspired by your post which was spot on. i think it's time to know that at the end of the day, we can say whatever we want on how we think could "fix" the team but the reality is that it's just sports and no amount of what ifs can change the trajectory or outcome no matter who you root for. we can beg for our GM to fire sully, nuke the whole team to greenland or trade for a vezina winner but again only the players and staff hold the cards.

you're right when you said about the fandom too. like let them be, if they're happy to keep watching the team even though they're winless in 10 games then fine. if you wanna watch other teams as well but still catching up on your super fave then fine as well! there's no right or wrong in supporting your team.

Yep! We’re just fans. If dedicating time and emotional energy to a team when they’re losing does not make you feel good, take a break!

I dunno. I love talking hockey specifics and theorizing and chatting with friends about what I’d like to see done, but…I’ve gotten less enjoyment out of it publicly recently, because after every loss or bad game all of pensblr gets inundated by asks from people who are clearly feeling upset and have decided to make it everyone else’s responsibility to soothe. I don’t like those types of asks. I don’t like feeling like someone’s enjoyment of the team is somehow hinging on how I respond; it’s not fair to me, or to anyone else who keeps getting these.

It makes me enjoy it less. And I get it, really I do; there’s a lot made of the talent on this team and how they “should” be really good. But the reality of sports is that doesn’t always work out. Really good players are not usually enough to drag an entire team in a sport as random as hockey (and it is the most random of the major North American sports, bar none) to consistent and constant victory. And adjusting expectations can be really, really tough.

People need to get better at figuring out how to deal with that, though, and I’m fully including myself in that. It’s something I worked really hard on all last year and I’m definitely better than I used to be, but it’s not easy! But it can be done.

Sports are ultimately an entertainment product, even when your team loses. That’s their whole point and purpose. When that entertainment product causes you to be cruel or unkind to other people who are also just trying to enjoy it, or is triggering you into trying to shift the burden of your own emotional regulation onto strangers without their consent, then it’s time to step back and re-examine how you’re engaging not only with the sport, but with your fellow fans. The point is community. It’s easy to lose sight of that when the stakes seem as high as they do for the Penguins this year, but really, for us? They’re not.

For me, knowing that I get to watch Sid and Geno end their careers together truly is enough. Their partnership on the team is special and rare, and after we almost lost Sid for good in 2011 it’s a gift. I enjoy watching them play high-level hockey still. I will miss that when it’s gone, and at that point my engagement with this team will likely shift a bit, because I can’t see myself falling in love with players as deeply as I did with those two. But that won’t make me less of a fan! I’ll just be more of a traditional fan, less focused on the guys and more focused on the team. And that’s still years in the future (hopefully), and it doesn’t mean the fandom or the community needs to go away. We can still all be on here freaking out over pass-pass-pass when they’re actively tanking for high picks too.

I dunno. There are endless ways to enjoy a sports team, but those ways have to include finding if not enjoyment then at least peace in losses, because they’re inevitable. Something to think about!

[sevi007]

So I’ve been working my new job – an IT-support hotline, well, okay, a very limited category of IT-support, only for the products our company offers – for three months now and just realized I never rambled about it on here, so.

Have some funny outtakes from hours and hours of phone calls (and one kind of sad one):

   Customer: “Fair warning, miss – I’m an old man, so explaining all this computer stuff to me will take a while!”

Me: “Alright then, fair warning back – I’ve only been working this job for three months now, so might be that we have to figure out some stuff as we go.”

Customer: “HAH, what a pair we make!”

   Waiting to see if the problem is now fixed

Customer: “We should do a prayer circle or something. You got any candles?”

Me: “A prayer circle with only two people is kind of pathetic, no?”

Customer: “Well, yeah, with that attitude for sure!”

Me: “So sorry to ruin the moment!”

 Same Customer, half an hour later, problem fixed: “Thank GOD – is there some kind of feedback chart I can fill out for you? You’re getting gold stars all over.”

Me: “Even though I didn’t do a prayer circle with you?”

Customer: “I will let it slide this once. Gold stars all around.”

   Customer: “Welp, since we gotta wait until that software does its job – might have to flirt with each other to pass the time.”

Me, as ace as they freaking come: “Wrong address for that, sir. I can ask a colleague to take over for me though?”

   Customer: “Has anybody ever told you that you have such a nice, calming voice? I mean. I feel like I’m drinking a sleeping draught, here.”

Me: “That makes me sound like I’m boring you to sleep.”

Customer: “If I start snoring, don’t be offended, that’s a compliment.”

   Customer: “I’ve been kicked out of the call for no reason for the fourth time today!”

Me: “Oh. Want to see how far we get in trouble shooting before it kicks you again?”

Customer starts laughing so loudly I have to take the phone away from my ear. “Miss, I like the attitude!”

(He did get kicked out three more times, but we fixed his problem)

   Angry Customer, as soon as I pick up the phone: “Oh, no, no!”

Me: “Sir? What is the-…”

Customer: “No, I want a man on the phone. Get me one of your colleagues on the phone!”

At that point I had already been warned that computers and stuff are still considered a “man’s job” for some people, so sometimes, there’s the rare customer who does not a woman helping him. I had been advised to just hand the call over. Me, perplexed dork that I am, just blurt out: “Would it help you if I talked with a deeper voice, or…?”

Let’s say HE was not happy, but my colleague nearby burst out laughing so hard he had to skip the next phone call.

   Customer: “… and so I told your colleague he has to pass me over to you, Miss Sevi, because you already know I’m a hopeless case!”

Me: “Mister Smith, we talked about this – no badmouthing my favourite customer, please.”

Customer: “I’m literally calling you every two days with another problem.”

Me: “Yea, and it makes my day. So hush. Let’s fix your problem now.”

   Customer, super nice elderly lady: “I like talking to you, you know. You’re so kind and patient.”

Me: “Aw, thank you. You’re also a very nice customer.”

Customer: “You know. You remind me a lot of my granddaughter.... I miss her every day.”

Me, after an “aw fudge” moment: “Ma’am? Do you maybe want to call again?”

Customer: “Can I? Not too often, I know you’re busy of course-…”

Me: “I will find the time. Just ask for me, okay?”

(We have been talking once a week now. Like, ten minutes, just talking about her day, or some funny moments I had in the office, but she seems to love it. I haven’t told my boss, so shhhh)

#let's just say the job is fun #who would have thought - sevi with her fear of phone calls works in a hotline now XD #sevi is rambling #personal things

[frozenjokes]

“Kill him.” The command was simple; his tone light and casual. This was the end of a new era, and all that stood in the way of victory was BdoubleO, but that wouldn’t be for very long. Bdubs stood tense, sword raised, but no one moved. Grian’s wings twitched in annoyance.

“Scar. Kill him.” Scar didn’t waver, eyes fixed stiffly on the ground. Bdubs took a step back. Scar was a gloriously menacing sight to behold; grayed out skin, now stained by the blood of the deceased Red King and his subordinate. Grian closed his eyes and let himself revel in the majesty of their triumph. The perfect climax to his perfect story. And now, things were wrapping up neatly to show the product of all his hard work. When he opened his eyes, Bdubs was still standing. This was starting to get irritating.

“Scar! Have you gone deaf or are you just getting lazy at the final stre-“

“Shut up Grian!” Scar growled, turning viciously to face him. Grian cocked his head to one side, puzzled. What has gotten into him now? He knew Scar to be distractible, but this was ridiculous! Bdubs was RIGHT there, practically BEGGING to be killed. This was fine, he just needed to be talked down again. Although, he thought bitterly, He really couldn’t have picked a worse time.

“Now Scar, don’t get your feathers all ruffled. In any case, that’s no way to talk to your friend, is it? What’s got you all riled up?” Grian put his hands on his hips for extra emphasis, but his posture remained relaxed. He couldn’t squash a small smile from creeping onto his face. It was such a Scar thing to make a scene like this at the very end! This unpredictable, bordering on infuriating, nature was part of the reason he couldn’t help but love the guy. Scar, on the other hand, looked about ready to explode. Perhaps he had said the wrong thing?

“I- You can’t just- You-“ Scar stumbled over his growing rage. Grian just barely caught a little chuckle from escaping his throat. Now was definitely not the time. Their eyes locked for one long moment, making Grian wonder if Scar knew. He took a deep breath and continued on, steadier. “You can’t. Keep doing this.”

Grian tapped his foot, frowning. “Do what, Scar?” His tone flattened out, losing its previous friendliness.

Scar threw his arms up, gripping his own hair in clumps, which Grian thought was awfully dramatic. “THAT. Looking at me like I’m a child- talking down to me- ordering me around! I thought we were a team! You don’t even look like you care! What do I have to do for you to respect me- to treat me at all like an equal!”

“Oh Scar, of course we’re equals!” Grian exclaimed, wondering absently if his tone sounded too forced. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like anything less, but right now-“

“You didn’t mean to do anything that would keep me from doing what you want.” Scar’s voice was icy. The two men stared at each other for a long moment.

“If I may interject-“

“Shut it Bdubs! This doesn’t concern you.” Grian hissed, his frustration escaping him. He turned back to see Scar’s magenta eyes light up in an unfocused, dangerous way. Grian raised his wings in concern, eyeing Scar intently. “What is it.” His voice was hard; commanding. Scar didn’t even face him.

“The No Kill Pass,” his voice barely a whisper, Scar produced a piece of paper from his inventory, eyeing it with a gentle thoughtfullness. Grian’s mouth dried, but he forced himself to straighten up. This was getting out of hand, he had to do something now.

“Now Scar, let’s-“ Before he could even finish, Scar whipped the piece of paper into the air, and like a flash in the dark, Bdubs was on it. All Grian heard was static as Bdubs’ sword plunged through his stomach. He choked, shock and adrenaline billowing up through him as blood splattered in every direction. Grian looked up desperately at Scar as his vision darkened.

He looked… terrified.

Good.

He should be.

Edit: Part 2

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #gtwscar #grian #third life #third life grian #third life scar #hermitcraft fanfic #thirdlife fanfic #last life #double life #No Sleep AU #might do a part 2? it won’t be pretty #bdouble0 #bdubs