#3am and I started doing arts and crafts

[star-girl69]

OMG THE LITTLE FAMILY STUFF IS SO CUTE now imagine ivy like accidentally calling the reader amd clarisse mom for the first time OR OR someone (percy) like coming over and being like "hey I don't think this parenthood is a good idea here" (bc just imagine clarisse junior in the future) and ivy is wtf so she starts defending them and being like THOSE ARE MY PARENTS (10 yo vs 12 yo standoff go!!)

LETS GO I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS FAMILY I LOVE EVERYTHING

the first time ivy calls you mom it’s not on purpose

you just basically are her mom

all she knows is you treat her how a mom is supposed to treat their daughter

you’re probably like dropping her off at arts and crafts class and she casually goes

“ok bye mom see you later!”

cue the tears

you’re screaming and crying and hyperventilating and RUNNING straight to clarisse who is training and she’s like OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OKAY

and you’re like

“i-i-i-ivy oh my god clar ivy-”

“SOMETHING HAPPENED TO IVY?!?!??!?” protective mom mode activated

“NO SHE CALLED ME MOM”

“oh. OH. SHE CALLED YOU MOM?????”

“I KNOW” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

clarisse is so happy she’s like aw omg she’s a little jealous on the inside but she’s fine she’s fine she’s fine

she’s not fine if you couldn’t tell

but clarisse doesn’t have to wait too long bc the next day clarisse wakes up at like 3am and has to go to the bathroom and little adorable baby ivy sits up too rubbing her eyes and is like

“mom? where are you going?”

she’s about to LOSE. HER. SHIT.

but it’s late and she doesn’t want to overwhelm ivy so she keeps it cool and just says she’s going to the bathroom she’ll be back soon

anyways later you both sit ivy down and ivy is like WOAH WOAH WOAH WHATS HAPPENING

and you’re trying to be professional and adult about it

but you’re like “YOU CALLED ME MOM!!!! YOU CALLED CLAR MOM!!!!!! AND ITS OK!!!!! WE LOVE YOU AND WE ARE YOUR MOMS BASICALLY!!!!!”

ivy is like “I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE BUT I LOVE YOU MOMS”

happy family ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

just to clarify y’all PERCY DOES NOT ACTUALLY THINK CLARISSE AND Y/N ARE BAD FOR IVY ITS JUST THERES TWO OF THEM CAN WE ATTACH A LEASH TO THE LITTLE ONE MAYBE

so let’s pretend it’s just another random rude ass 12 year old who’s name will be…. hm…… mark!

so mark and ivy are like chilling around at the training grounds waiting for their turn and then mark is like “oh my god you’re so bad you can even hold the sword correctly”

ivy is ????? she’s holding it the way clarisse taught her to hold it so what…….

“um? idk…. this is how you hold it dude…..”

and then you come over innocently and you’re like “hi ivy baby you forgot your water i’m gonna leave it right here!” and she’s like “ok mom!” bc you’re her mom and she loves you

so then mark is like “NO WAYYYYY YOU CALL HER MOM????”

“YES BC SHE IS MY MOM DO YOU HAVE A DAMN PROBLEM!?!?!?”

“i just feel sorry for you like your own parents didn’t want you so the best you could get was two random teen girls??? LMAOOOO i bet they’re horrible ‘parents’ too ”

“BITCH IM GONNA-”

ivy may be tiny but she uses that to her advantage and jumps on top of people

so she starts scratching and kicking and hitting screaming “TAKE IT BACK TAKE IT BACK TAKE IT BACK”

bro mark is crying

one of mark’s friends drag ivy off of him and then you and clarisse run over at the commotion

and all you see is this kid crying, another kid holding ivy back- her hairs all messy and she’s kicking and screaming still

the kid very quickly drops ivy when he sees you

you have to THROW yourself in front of her so she won’t attack him again

clarisse just presses the tip of her spear into mark’s armor and he’s like “IM SORRY IM SORRY WAHHHHH WAHHHHHHHH”

ivy is laughing hysterically “THATS WHAT I THOUGHT THATS WHAT I FREAKING THOUGHT YOU LOSER!!!!!!!”

you’re in such shock WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR PRECIOUS BABY

clarisse is proud but confused

ivy is hugging you, her face pressed in your stomach when clarisse crouches down next to her

“you wanna tell me what happened?”

“well first he said i was holding my sword wrong but I WASNT i was holding it like this the way you taught me and then mom came over and then he started laughing when i called her mom and then he said you guys were probably horrible parents and i was SO MAD so i started attacking him”

ivy rn: 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

you’re horrified shocked and angry like it’s not an idea situation but ivy is loved and safe what more do they want from you?

you feel kinda shitty bc you love ivy so much but if you’re not what’s best for her than you’ll do anything

clarisse hugs her and kisses her head “good job protecting this family little warrior”

and you’re like “yes ivy you did an amazing job but remember violence is not always the answer”

(clarisse and ivy share their secret look again)

but later that night while ivy is getting ready for bed you’re telling clarisse that you’re concerned, maybe everyone who throws you the dirty looks are right, maybe you’re not what’s best for ivy

clarisse is ???

“ivy…. baby….. uh…. equals…. mine??? ….confused..”

but ivy overhears you and then SHE starts yelling at YOU

“EVERYONE IS SO SAD AND MAD AND I HATE IT LETS JUST BE HAPPY AND YOU GUYS STOP BEING MEAN”

ok 🫡

eventually clarisse expresses it more articulately to you than ivy can, “who cares about what anyone else thinks? i’m happy, your happy and ivy’s happy. everyone else can get punched in the face!”

IVY IS EXCITED

anyways happy family again ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

—-

taglist:

@lvrue @t-wylia @laughingcheese037 @kroumi @urdeadpoet @colezb @rey26 @harmzilla @elliewilliamsbae @amberfreemansburntface @kyuupidwrites @neverwaakeme-up @shark1008 @liballer @heyimadison @nvirskies @pnsteblnme @mar2ss @restellsss @ravisinghs-wife @marsconer @evangelinexo @randomhoex @luvrrish

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x you #pjo tv show #pjo x reader #clarisse and ivy and y/n: the perfect family

[tacky-jack-with-a-hat]

Before the statehouse I think the states had sleepovers

[Using main 6 as example]

•Florida invited his alligators to his and other states' parties. He also makes his a pool party. Food consists of a waffle House pick up and a variety of stolen snacks. He loves arts and crafts, drinking games, pranks, truth or dare, and 7minutes in heaven. He hates any activity requiring him to sit still.

•California tried way too hard to make it fun and the sleepover ended up awkward. His food is so healthy it isn't food anymore. Loves makeup, manicures, gossip, and bracelet making. Hates humiliating pranks and being left out.

•Gov never wanted a sleepover but everyone showed up to his house one day trying to get him to relax. The states brought food over to share. Loves makeshift spas, board games and sleep deprived conversations about weird hyperfixations that are often incoherent. Hates not knowing where other states are or what they're doing/planning.

•NY also had people show up unannounced but he has a contingency plan to escape/hide. They ordered takeout. Loves dress up, pretend catwalks, watching other states get drunk and do karaoke poorly but sometimes he will join in if it's a musical. Hates small talk and most socialization, especially despises 7minutes in heaven and spin the bottle.

•Texas has a bbq and will take everyone to a rodeo beforehand (occasionally a gun range or strip) . Loves cooking, playing his guitar, western movie nights, and showing off even if it means doing dumb shit. Hates California's sleepovers and any situation where he's upstaged.

•Loui's sleepovers consist of actual sleepover activities with a bonus of witchcraft. Food is either made himself or a drive thru. Loves ghost stories, Ouija boards, bloody mary, spells, star signs, fortune telling, curse jars and the game spin the bottle he rigged it with magic to always get his crushes. Hates non-believers and the occasional ghost he accidentally summons.

Sleeping arrangements:

•California will go into a different room to change. He curls into a ball to sleep and tries not to touch anyone to not bother them.

•Florida will roll on top of people, stretched out taking most room.

•Gov tries to hoard the bed or the couch, wears a sleeping mask and goes through an entire routine.

•NY sleeps furthest away from people. Has been known to sleepwalk (city that never sleeps makes pizza in his sleep while singing mean girls).

•Texas has the worst luck and gets trapped between Florida and Loui. He cannot sleep whatsoever.

•Loui will cuddle anyone in his sleep while sleeptalking (sometimes his sleeptalking is cute- other times he's threatening to skin you alive)

•Rare times the states just pile ontop of each other.

Team-ups and duos:

•NY and California take makeovers so seriously that no one wants to be their model- Florida was followed by glitter for months.

•If more than one state wants a midnight snack, everyone starts making 3am waffles.

•Florida, Loui, Texas and (reluctantly) NY will become ghost busters at loui's parties.

•Florida will start a duel at Texas's parties.

•Gov, NY and Cali bond over being awkward at sleepovers and spa gossip.

•Texas, Florida and Loui gets drunk and decide to prank the other three

Misc:

One time the State's woke up with the -stolen- declaration of independence... They spent the rest of the night trying to work out who stole it (imagine a 1920s noir murder mystery)

#wttt #welcome to the table #wttt california #wttt florida #wttt louisiana #wttt new york #wttt texas #wttt gov

[roricomics]

OH HEY, YOU'RE HERE!

My name is Gibson, it's nice to meet you. Or have we met already? My memory isn't what it used to be. Either way, welcome to our studio we call The Giant Kitten Head.

People who know me might call me inscrutable, others might call me forthright, and some might say I'm both at the same time, and others might have forgotten the question by now. I've never been secretive of how I make comics (I make comics, by the way) but I've also never been particularly showy about it. I wanted to change that, and so I'm launching a process blog in conjunction with my collaborator and partner in crime, Rori!

As it happens, we've just signed a contract with Andrews McMeel Universal (hi AMU!) for a graphic novel adaptation of Emily Bronte's WUTHERING HEIGHTS, so we thought what better time to start than by chronicling our journey through the process. I'll have a lot to say about the craft of writing comics, my experiences in independent publishing and the transition to Middle Grade and Young Adult comics, as well as general thoughts on the medium and our industry. There'll be cat pictures too, don't worry.

Here comes Rori, she's cool. Cheers, and thanks for dropping in.

Hello there, lovelies! I’m Rori, from the internet, and it’s cool to be here posting with Gibson. 

If you haven’t met me before, I’m the artist in this endeavor. (I also make other stuff, but we’ll leave it at comics for now.) I’ll be posting process blogs from the comic artist’s perspective, as well as musings on storytelling, and, as you might have suspected, art! And I’ll be having some fun with it. 

I’m really looking forward to sharing the behind-the-scenes of our journey (and my first full-length graphic novel!) Hopefully it will demystify the process (it’s not all done by elves between midnight and 3am, I swear!) and show the experimentation, craft, planning & re-planning that goes into making a graphic novel.

Thanks for joining us on this adventure, y’all! I guess now there’s nothing left but the doing, so let’s folie à deux it!

[viragosoul]

HUH YUNJIN  22  FEMALE  SHE / HER — ; where do you get your inspiration, SONG SIYEON ? you’re so OUTSPOKEN, i can’t help but think of BLASTING MUSIC AT 3AM, THE LINGERING SMELL OF SUNSCREEN, BROKEN CLAY SPREAD ACROSS THE FLOOR when i hear your name. your friends tell me you can be DELUSIONAL sometimes . i guess it’s understandable given the circumstances . besides , i can’t even imagine how stressful SCULPTOR classes must be — not to mention you’re also in THE RED AND GREEN CLUB & SODALITES ! you’re a NEWCOMER , right ? yeah , i thought so . either way , welcome to mugunghwa !  ( rouge , 21+ , cst )

hello friends ♡ i’m rouge and i’m v excited to be here to bring you this bullheaded woman named song siyeon! she’s still relatively new and doesn’t rly know what’s going on, but that’s okay b/c she’s just here to prove herself 💪 anywho i have her profile and personality page set up, but under the cut i’ll have more info on her background and maybe even some half-baked plots if we’re lucky! please like this post to plot or add me on discord at saturnian charm#3118 which is highly preferred over tumblr ims! i’m super stoked to write with you all!

there’s nothing much to note of her background: she was born in seoul to a well off family as the miracle child after many fertility issues. mother was a professor turned stay at home mom, and her father is a politician, although a highly controversial / disliked one. her grandparents on her mother’s side are known art aficionados within the seoul scene. due to being the only child, she was pretty much your typical spoiled golden spoon baby.

deemed gifted with art at a very young age, and because her skills brought esteem to the song name, her parents decided to cultivate it and throw the best of whatever money could buy: tutors/mentors, supplies, schooling, experiences, whatever was recommended and whatever she asked for was gotten. in return, she was constantly put into art competitions “for her benefit” in her parents terms, but in hindsight it was obviously just for the attention ⏤ and didn’t start off too hot. anything that wasn’t top three was a failure

high school was ... alright. that’s when her father started becoming more controversial, and every time she started to win a competition her name was always attached to his, which caused her to be less socially accepted with her non-artistic peers ⏤ and even some of the artistic ones as well, thinking that she only won due to her family name. and in her eyes, there were only two ways of dealing with this: fall into despair and feel sorry for herself, or fight it. don’t give a damn and prove them wrong by working hard at her craft. and so, she does. and tbh ... this is probably whenever she reaches full menace status too LOL.

reaches out a sculptor that she admires via social media, and after meeting up at her exhibits siyeon becomes her mentee during her third year in high school. during breaks she travels abroad to where she lives in paris and hones her craft under her knowledge. does a lot of growing up during this time too.

after high school, she flies to paris after an argument with her parents regarding her future and decides to wing it. but actually living in a place abroad is much different from visiting, and culture shock hits her hard; she’s about to give up probably 4 weeks in until her mentor finds her, and instead siyeon spends that time under her tutelage while in art school. doesn’t reconnect with her parents ( especially since her father’s views get much worse while she’s away ) and instead contacts her grandparents more instead.

her grandparents talk about coming home and going to mugunghwa, as her grandpa has invested within the school, but she says no. however, when she meets minjun and finds out that he goes to to the same school, siyeon takes that as a sign and uproots her life to transfer there instead.

and yeah, that brings us to here and now! except now she’s single LMAO

okay so i actually lied and i don’t have plots here because the above took a lot out of me but i promise i love brainstorming so please don’t be afraid to hit me up! ♡ 

#mguintro #◟ * 𝐨𝐨𝐜 › creators built different‚ they ancient

[jamiethebee]

Typing this up at 3am (roughly) so give me a little leeway/grace here anyways thinking about making art and motivation and sharing art (specifically in within online spaces) and how many different types (medium) of art their are

Like writers or draw-ers or painters or sculpture people or printmakers ceramicists fiber artists ect

And how each medium interacts acts with and produces art different simply based on the medium

Like I draw primarily fanart. I want to share it and have people find it and enjoy it. Yes I can draw it just for myself but based on the nature of what I create I want other people to be able and find and enjoy it to. And when it doesn't it bums me out.

I crochet but I've only just started talking about it more online. I will post about it and talk about the pieces (once I finish projects) but likes/notes/ect don't matter to me. It's something created for the purpose of me and what I'm doing with it.

I do ceramics. Have for about as long as I've been drawing "consistently". Ceramics exists within craft art circles and fine art circles. I post to document progress and share about it, but the primarily method of sharing/interacting happens outside of online spaces. Show submissions, critiques, ect. I post online because I want to share and talk about it but engagement means nothing to me. (Full time ceramicists obv will have a different purpose for social media ok)

I cosplay. I post and create content specifically for different online spaces (for tiktok (yeah I get it shut up) and insta). I want people to see the time and energy I put into those creations and enjoy the content that comes out of it and for people to be able to react and see the interpretation of a fictional character. Much like with drawing - the engagement does matter! not for the express purpose of popularity but for the community. (I would still create cosplays as much as I do now if I wasn't posting online btw. It just happens to be a good avenue to share work outside of the handful of cons in my state which btw cost money/not cheap compared to the "free" cost of posting online.)

And that's a fraction of it. I'm just a little tired of seeing posts go "oh, you should make art just to make it and stop worrying about likes" when???? To me, as someone who exists in a lot of different spaces of the art world, it's silly (sometimes ignorant and overbearing) advice. If you only produce work because you want attention that's not healthy but if you produce work for attention that builds towards something else (community, friends, like minded people, work, ect) that's different and having people ignore your work or, on other sites, have an algorithm that actively works against you (as an artist who takes time to produce a piece of content) then yes!!!! It fucking sucks ass!!!!! It's the worst!!!! Especially for those of us who have been around long enough and been on different platforms to know that it doesn't have to be like this for artists and telling artists to suck it up anyways and not get discouraged is a tone-deaf message im really sick of hearing.

Stop lumping a diverse group of people together, boiling their motivations and purpose down to a single idea, and then tell them to get over themselves and just "have a good time". It's an infinitely more complex issue and I don't think non artists (and to some extent people who only do one type of visual art) understand.

Maybe I'm being a little pretentious here or whatever but this is coming from someone who has never seen success (in whatever way you want to define it) through drawing and posting online (over 10 years). This is someone who starting seeing success in cosplay and has seen that trickle down to the basic "we're showing it to the baseline number of people and that's it" that the algorithm allots. This is someone who hasn't had any hope in their art being shared/seen/ect by more than about 5 people FOR YEARS. And yet I create anyways and hope that one day I'll be good enough that maybe I'll get somewhere with it all. Because the problem is that if you've been around long enough to have that initial popularity and then the algorithm changed and you get no interaction you get left with a sense of "well I must not be good enough" and it gets destructive. Maybe this is different than younger people and how they view social media and their relationship with it but for me? I was lucky enough to never get attention in the first place so it doesn't have a heavy influence on my motivation. But it's still there and it's still a consideration (at least for work that I share because I want to reach people who also enjoy those things and for them to see and appreciate the hard work I dump into my projects.

TL;DR: I'm tired of people lumping all artists together and telling the community to ignore notes/likes/engagement/ect because it doesn't matter and you should create just for funsies. It's a far more nuanced issue that deals a lot with medium specifics and professional artists (those who live off their work) vs not.

#art #art vent #artworld #the bee talks

[dopeyjoe]

#3am and I started doing arts and crafts #record collection #diy #vinyls #vinylrecords #vinylcollection #iggy pop #lou reed #marc bolan #the stooges #the cure #david bowie #classic rock #glam rock #bowie #70s rock #70s glam #70s aesthetic #grunge aesthetic #glam aesthetic #record player #t rex band #t rex #the velvet underground

[mwolf0epsilon]

Been meaning to ask why you reblog in chains and why the stuff you reblog is super inconsistent you don't have a set aesthetic and some of the art is really ugly or from dead blogs won't that make it harder to find your content

You're actually one of the few people to ask about my reblogging method, and that took me a bit to understand. Apologies, it's 3am and I've been doing things in preparation for moving house this Saturday (it's been a long two weeks thus far).

It's kinda embarrassing... The way I reblog stuff is tied in to a bit of a trauma of mine.

As a kid I was conditioned to believe all of my childhood drawings were worthless. That stuff I made wasn't worth saving. That when I drew things, inevitably the time I poured into making it was ending up in a trash bin. I only recently realized other artists saved their older art to look back on fondly (and cringe a bit because of past inexperience).

That in mind, I have this thing I like to do that I call "Rabbit Holing"... It's probably not the best way to find content on Tumblr, but it's the method that works for me due to my short attention span and terrible memory.

It involves a couple of steps:

Go into a random tag of whatever fandom I'm currently into.

Find a piece of art I like.

Click the Like button on that piece.

Proceed along to the next art and or fic. Like that one as well.

Rinse and repeat until you got a couple of nice different art pieces stored in my likes page.

After collecting enough of those, open new tabs with each OP's Tumblr blog.

Open each blog's archives and begin navigating their fandom/art/fic/misc tags. There might be slight variations of those so be as through as you want.

Look through their collection of things they've seen and reblogged into their own blogs, plus their own posts as well. Congratulations you've just opened several new rabbit holes to older/more obscure/newer artists that like the same stuff as you.

Reblog the accumulation of content in whatever order you prefer.

I see a variety of things through the eyes of other people.

I see artists who were clearly experimenting with new styles, new brushes, new colors, new methods. Drawing nothing and everything just to see what they could accomplish.

I see writers who wrote to their heart's delight, either making up lighthearted stories or trying to touch on more serious subjects that some would rather ignore or sugar-coat.

Sometimes I find the most beautiful drawings that come from long dead blogs, or that exist only through reblogs because the OP felt like they couldn't indulge in an old guilty pleasure anymore.

Or, I find a series of fics that have me at the edge of my seat wondering what comes next. The chapters lost to time, but the words leaving an impact that I'll cherish for as long as I can hold that story in my own archives.

Other times I find drawings that are wobbly, inexperienced or aesthetically ugly to some, but that people clearly put love and dedication into making. Little gateways into better more consistent pieces that then lead to a bold variety of shapes and colors.

Overall, I find a lot of old things that mark the beginning or end of an era in a content creator's life. And I'm led on a mini journey of seeing someone flourish into a better artist/writer.

It's... Kinda humbling. Not being able to remember where I started myself, but being able to see where someone picked up a craft.

Sometimes people don't learn past certain steps, and sometimes people give up halfway through... But I find that encouraging in its own way.

I learn from these people. I learn from their mistakes. From their attempts to be better, and from the way others tried to remember them too.

It's why I'm so eager to share ideas and spread the thoughts of others I guess. I just like the idea that maybe someone will look into my own blog's archive and maybe see all the good things the past and present of certain communities accomplished. Even when Tumblr inevitably crashes and burns, I like to think about the positive impact a lot of people try to leave.

So nah, doesn't bother me if my stuff doesn't get seen over the things I reblog.

#eps talks about: #The Art of Rabbit Holing #or Archive Hopping if you'd prefer

[nakachuchu]

──Time event

START-END: April 26, 2021-May 3, 2021

STATUS: closed

HOW TO ORDER: Pick a specific time, location, prompt, if it's sfw or nsfw, and the gender (female or gender neutral) of the reader.

NOTE: You can make your own prompt, but you must pick one of the location choices.

NOTE #2: I am still finishing up some requests in my inbox and I will be taking my time with these requests. It doesn't mean they'll be super long, but just that I'm trying to relax and not rush something. I started this event because I didn't make one at 1k.

RULES + INFORMATION

Once a time is taken, you cannot take it. If someone takes 1:38AM, then you cannot take any time from 1AM-1:59AM.

This is both an nsfw and sfw event.

If it's nsfw, specify if the reader is sub or dom. If the reader is dom, I only do femdom.

A majority of this will be modern AU's.

The time will affect the "vibe" of the story! Like, I think we can all agree that 11am at a 7-Eleven is different from 3am at a 7-Eleven.

CHARACTERS

Jujutsu Kaisen: Yuuji, Megumi, Toji, Yuuta, Toge, Maki, Sukuna

Haikyu!!: Sugawara, Daichi, Noya, Hinata, Tanaka, Ushijima, Kita, Aone, Kenma

Attack on Titan: Eren, Armin

Demon Slayer: Tanjiro (sfw only), Rengoku, Giyuu, Nezuko (sfw only)

TIMES

AM: 1-1:59, 2-2:59, 3-3:59, 4-4:59, 5-59, 6-59, 7-7:59, 8-8:59, 9-9:59, 10-10:59, 11-11:59, 12-12:59 (midnight)

PM: 1-1:59, 2-2:59, 3-3:59, 4-4:59, 5-59, 6-59, 7-7:59, 8-8:59, 9-9:59, 10-10:59, 11-11:59, 12-12:59 (noon)

Locations

Bowling alley

Park

Dark forest

Morning forest

Flower field

7-eleven

Public swimming pool

Police department

Classroom

Music room

Hospital

Library

Grocery store

Apartment

Bakery

Sandwich shop

Movie theater

Field at school

Beach

College campus

Coffee shop

Arts & crafts supply store

Babysitting camp

Elevator [must be 4th prompt for this]

Airport [must be 12th prompt]

Bar [must be 11th prompt]

Prompts

You go on a road trip with them and end up at [location]

Finding out your friend has another friend they want to introduce you to and you're like "you're cheating on me?" but then you and the friend hit it off

A stranger texts the wrong number, and accidentally sends you a declaration of love. The message is so sweet and heartfelt that you know you can’t let it go

You and a hot stranger get trapped in an elevator. [the elevator would be the location]

A college professor and their teaching assistant hit it off a little too well

Two strangers on an online chat room hit it off. Turns out they’re childhood sweethearts

Two widowed people meet at a community garden

A chef decides to embark on an international culinary tour for inspiration and falls in love with their tour guide

You fall in love with every person you make eye contact with, so you wear a blindfold all the time

You’re a mail order bride arriving at her new home for the first time

You're on on a study abroad trip and fall in love with the bartender at the pub down the road, and on the last day of classes before you leaves, you confess your feelings. [bar is location]

On an airplane, you strike up a conversation with a stunning person and regrets not getting their number when the plane lands [airport would be the location]

You order a robot boyfriend

Your pet just turned into a human

Make your own!

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #Jean's event

[whenlifedaydreams]

I loved reading as a kid. I’d borrow 20-30 books from the local library at a time each Sunday and devour them over the week. I was so obsessed that my mum banned me from reading unless it was in bed before sleeping because she thought having my nose constantly in a book was ‘antisocial.’ Since I was only allowed to read at night, sometimes I’d go to bed as early as possible in the excitement of finding out what would happen next! (So in reality it was probably very smart parenting to my mother’s credit!)

But then life got in the way. I got older. I got into Med school. I started obsessively studying late into the night and would collapse into bed at 3am, scroll mindlessly on my phone for another hour and then catch those pathetic 3hrs of sleep before I had to start the grind again.

Let’s just say my physical and mental health wasn’t the best during this time.

I felt guilty that I didn’t read much anymore but every time I tried to get back into it… I failed. Maybe I picked the wrong books? Maybe I was always to tired? A part of me was worried that maybe I had just grown out of the habit and that medicine had killed my once oh so active imagination.

That is, until I picked up the Sands of Arawiya Duology.

I wasn’t sure if I’d actually enjoy the books when I bought them. I heard about them on tiktok and only really bought the books because I wanted to support a Muslim author.

And Wow.

Not to be dramatic but these books absolutely changed my life.

When I was 7yrs old, I obsessed with J.M.Barrie’s Peter Pan books. I believed in that fictional world so much that I used to leave my bedroom window open and wait for Peter Pan to come and whisk me away! I genuinely thought I could fly too whenever I read those stories. I’m no longer a bright-eyed child. I’m more of the burnt-out 22yr old sort. But reading We Hunt the Flame and We Free the Stars has brought back the same childlike wonder I used to have when I dreamt of escaping to Never Neverland. For the first time I feel like the entranced child again!

The characters of this Duology are so charming and endearing. Nadir and Zafira and their epic, passionate, painful romance have taken hold of my entire heart!

The adventures are so thrilling! The epic sword fights and big battles and tricky plans always have me on the edge of my seat (bed? Pillow??).

The world building is impeccable! The world is so vibrant and vast and I just want to explore it so badly it hurts!

It’s an enchanting Arabian Nights tale for the new generation.

The best part is I haven’t even finished reading the series yet! I’m about 20 chapters short of finishing the second book and I’m painfully torn between rushing through the epic conclusion immediately or wanting to spend just a little longer in this beautifully crafted world where I never know what will happen next. I already know I’d sell the devil my soul, mind and body to read these books again for the first time.

Oh also, I’m thriving! It’s more than just a quick escape to another world, reading these books has helped me return to the better lifestyle and habits I used to have back when I still was the gifted kid. I want to go to bed on time again. I want to put away my phone. I want to take a break from my workaholic lifestyle and just let myself get lost to the magic and mystique of these incredible books. As a consequence, in terms of med school, I’m doing better than ever before!

Long story short, We Hunt the Flame and We Free The Stars by @hafsahfaizal lifted me out of the shadows of my flailing mental health and made me a book lover once again. And I am so ridiculously grateful. Im not an artist, I’m a medic who did an art GCSE many many years ago! So this drawing probably isn’t that great by any means nor captures the essence of these incredible books the way it should. But I just love these two fools too much to not to doodle them in my downtime!

Any followers I have are probs for my random Tangled artwork, so this post probably won’t get very far but man I just needed to express how much I love these books and how strongly I would recommend them.

#we hunt the flame #we free the stars #hafsah faizal #zafira x nasir #fanart #Zafira #Nasir #I’m so obsessed with this series omg #watch this slowly become my new Tangled #I need everyone to read these books #also it’s Enemies to Lovers I should mention! #it’s the sexiest slow burn ever #the passion #the fire #ughhhhhh #it’s perfect #this book covers all the best tropes #bromance #knives to throats #one bed #you love it? it’s got it #the best part is the Arabic words I have learnt #I flaunt to my Kuwaiti friend all the time! #as a Muslim I’m so glad to have a Muslim author out there thriving and writing such incredible stories #anyway #fangirl moment over #thanks for coming to this gushing

[pinkrelish]

5, 8, and 19 for your fic ask game?

Hello 😍 I appreciate your art so much. I love when you post. <3

5. Favorite fic written?

Definitely "Temptations Too Sweet to Resist." I absolutely love reading whimsical-dreamy atmospheric writing and thought I'd try it by crafting Obito's monotony through use of repetition (language, words/phrases), and I thought I did a pretty good job. The Sex Worker reader x Simpy Obito has also been my favorite dynamic to write yet. Maybe Knight Obito after that.

8. The fic you had the most fun writing?

Not fic, but the Gift Exchange chapter of Night Bird was aces. When they're all on the couches arguing still has me cackling ngl.

19. A title that kept changing/that you chose last-minute?

Luckily none so far! I either have the title before I start because I already have a running theme or piece of dialogue in mind, or I when I do my morning read-through before I start writing that day I spot a repeating phrase or theme and use it to inspire the title after some tweaking.

Also, never discount the 3AM my-cat-woke-me-up and suddenly I'm having a epiphany and need to write it down before I forget. That worked for Night Bird. Even though.. she's basically an owl.. which is a bird who is active at night..

Not all epiphanies are million dollar ideas.

[primasveraas-writing]

Finnpoe Modern AU- Single Dad!Poe- PART 3

AHH here it is!! I’m really happy with how it turned out; thank you again to the darling Eliane who sparked the orginal idea. The brunt of the story is done, but I hope (and suspect) that I will be returning to this AU soon, in the form of more headcanons or one shots.

I hope you enjoy! All requests are currently open.

Part One l Part Two l Part Three

XXX

Poe buys Finn a drink

...then Finn buys Poe a drink, then Poe buys them both drinks because Finn is on a teacher’s salary and the only gay bar within a reasonable distance gets away with overpriced beer

Poe learns rather quickly that Finn is more than just an incredibly attractive teacher who’s good with his son- Finn is also shy, and humble. Kind and honest. Slightly giggly when tipsy and rather close in proximity after 3 beers

There comes a point when Poe’s chest aches from laughing and he almost puts his hand on Finn’s knee- he almost leans in- then he remembers himself

Buying his son’s teacher a beer is fine- he likes Finn and so does BB

Kissing his son’s teacher is an entirely separate matter

Poe clears his throat abruptly, and he can feel the heat rushing to his already-warm cheeks as he straightens, pulling away from the other man

Finn pulls back too, a split second of hurt flashing across his face

“I’m sorry,” Poe says thickly, wondering how quickly he can flee the scene without seeming like a total ass, and Finn shakes his head

“Don’t worry about it,” Finn says, unable to fully meet Poe’s eyes. “I should probably get back to Rey, anyways”

Finn stands, and Poe blurts out “it was good to talk with you-” before he can think any of it through

Finn stops, turning back to look at him. He smiles, briefly, then says: “it was”

Poe is still sitting at the bar when Rey and Finn leave

Poe pretends he’s not watching them go

The upside to the next day is that his hangover is very mild, and that BB waits until 7am to wake him up instead of jumping into Poe’s bed at his usual 6am

Small blessings, even on a Saturday

They have a good day, and Poe is able to bury all his worries and regrets about Finn until BB does his homework

(he has to color in a hand turkey and he and Poe are both covered in glitter and ink by the end of it)

But the craft is enough for BB to start talking about school, which he does, pieces of glitter falling to the floor one by one as he signs

We do lots of art in Luke’s class and Finn helps me. He is nice and he brings in candy sometimes. He never rushes me or worries like Mr. C does and he is learning ASL very fast and sometimes he lets us stay out for recess for an extra three minutes and he will push us on the tire swing-

So Poe adds to his list of the way he can describe Finn- adored by his son. Generous. A total sucker for cute kids. Endlessly patient, a quick learner, a sweet tooth… off-limits.

What does he know about Finn, from a few hours of talking and stories from his son? Is it enough to justify his pining?

It doesn’t matter, in the end. At best, he and Finn are friends, and Poe has only BB’s best interests in mind- everything else is secondary to his son

The guilt and ache fade, for the most part. He sees Finn here and there, and the two men keep it friendly and brief

At parent-teacher conferences, Finn barely looks at Poe

It stings in the fall, but even that wound has healed when spring comes. Finn is still removed, a little less open, but he manages a small smile when Poe catches his gaze during the last conference that year

Summer arrives, and Poe has almost stopped dreaming of kissing Finn entirely

There’s a small celebration to celebrate the end of the school year, hosted by one of the PTA moms

BB takes off with some of the kids immediately, leaving Poe to his own devices

He’s half-heartedly participating in a discussion about gluten-free sugar cookies with some of the parents while watching BB chase his friends around the yard

He feels a light touch on his arm and turns to see Finn standing there, smiling

“I wanted to tell you what a delight it was to teach BB this year,” Finn says, “and that I’m sorry I won’t have longer with him.”

Poe starts, brow furrowing in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I’m teaching preschool next year,” Finn says, looking down at his feet before glancing up at Poe again. “I originally applied to work with younger kids, but they didn’t have an opening until next fall.”

“So you’re not teaching BB anymore?” Finn shakes his head. “He’ll be devastated.”

Finn frowns, sadness filling his eyes, but Poe nudges him with his elbow, grinning softly

“I’m happy for you Finn, really. BB loved working with you.”

“I loved it too.” Finn is quiet, serious, and his voice falters before Finn goes silent. He blinks rapidly, and Poe realizes just how much Finn cares about his students

“We’ll have to have you over for dinner. To thank you.”

Finn’s eyes widen, wetness replaced with a brilliant spark. His mouth opens, then there’s the unmistakable sound of children colliding, a solid thud followed by squeals, giggles, and shouts

Poe sighs, looking around for BB, despite knowing in his heart of hearts that BB is almost always involved in whatever shenanigans are happening

“I should go.” Poe rests his hand on Finn’s arm. “We’ll work out a date later,” he says, winking before he turns around to chase after his son

When the time comes, BB is excited as Poe is nervous- he insists on helping with the cooking, which slows things significantly, if only because Poe has to sign each recipe and he runs circles around the small kitchen hovering over his son

BB has little regard for things like measurements or cation around a hot stove- about halfway through cooking the pasta needed for an old family recipe, BB tries to grab a noodle out of the boiling pot

Poe pulls his hand back just in time, rambling warnings and curses in Spanish and signing his worries and reliefs rapidly in ASL

BB stares up at him innocently, and Poe melts

He also puts his son on his back, so Poe finishes the cooking with a seven-year-old pointing where to go and what to do

They both have to squeeze in a shower before Finn arrives, as they’re each covered in sweat and sauce and flour

(Poe finds a bit of salsa behind BB’s ear as he towels his son off, and he sighs)

Poe is dressing when the door rings. First, he hears BB tearing down the hall, his feet thundering, then the door opening- Poe follows his son, finishing the last buttons on his shirt, then Finn is in his living room, BB tugging on his hand to bring Finn into the apartment

“Hi,” Finn says, kneeling down to hug BB

“Hi,” Poe says, and his heart flutters like it did a year ago, when he saw Finn for the very first time

It progresses from there because BB loves Finn, and Poe believes in love at first sight, even if he can’t admit it yet

(He loves Finn too)

Dinners with Luke, Leia, and Finn resume, in addition to meals whenever BB demands that Finn eat with them

(It’s been too long, Dad, BB will say. You and Finn are lonely without each other)

Poe doesn’t know how much he can disagree with his son, partly because BB is largely right, and partly because BB has Poe wrapped around his finger

Even so, it’s nearly a month before Poe asks Finn out properly, with no children or bosses to accompany them

Finn accepts in an instant

Dating Finn is nice- for one, he fits into Poe’s life easily- but he also validates the months Poe spent dreaming of the impossible scenario where he and Finn could finally be together, because dating Finn is better than Poe ever imagined

Finn is funny, more sarcastic than Poe had realized, direct and curious and teasing. Deeply loving and loyal and defensive and stubborn, and also a good kisser, with perpetually warm hands that always find their way into Poe’s grip

That summer is glorious, and none of them- Poe, nor BB, nor Finn- want it to end. It is the beginning of all wonderful things

Poe accepts quickly but with relative uncertainty, that Finn will be Poe’s boyfriend long before he will become one of BB’s caretakers

Finn is good with BB- he speaks ASL and understands his son better than most, and Poe is forever grateful he never had to navigate a wide dating pool as a single father, mostly because he’s certain there’s very, very few people worth bringing home to BB

Even with adjustment periods and the time it takes to figure out how exactly Finn fits into their lives, BB is wildly fond of Finn, who spoils him and makes him laugh

You smile lots when Finn is around BB says one day

Is that good? Poe signs back. Do you like when Finn is around?

Finn makes me happy BB says, and Poe knows that’s all that ever matters

November comes with an with the first snow; BB complains that he misses seeing Finn at school, but he sees Finn every weekend and most weekdays, so he’s satisfied, even if Mr. C is stuffy and old, but nice I guess

They are comfortable together- things are calm, settled into the new school year- and Poe figures he knows what to expect from life with a hyperactive seven year old and a boyfriend he’s hopelessly in love with

What’s unexpected, however, is the call he gets at 3am on a Friday night- or rather, the 6 missed calls, and the one that Poe finally picks up, his heart pounding wildly when he sees Finn’s name on the screen

He hit a pole, Finn explains, because he swerved to avoid hitting a cat

“I’m fine, honestly, Poe, the airbags went off and I was wearing my seatbelt and most of the damage is on the passenger side-”

Finn is fine, he promises, but his car is damaged fairly badly and also Finn rescued the cat, who is also fine, and they have no way to get home

So, Poe wraps BB in a blanket and carries him out to the car, and together they pick up Finn off the street in the dead of night

In five months of dating, it’s the first time Finn spends the night at Poe’s apartment with BB there

Finn sleeps on the couch, next to the makeshift nest of blankets where the kitten finally falls asleep

BB spends his Saturday writing a list of names for the kitten, who is entrusted to his care (and Poe’s) while Finn makes endless calls to a towing company and his insurance, and the bank and the local vet

Finn spends the next night, too, because he doesn’t want to move the cat, who is young and probably scared, and very attached to Poe and BB already

On Sunday, Finn goes to the vet to see if the cat is missing or chipped, and Finn leaves with a purring kitten that belongs only to him

BB is then allowed to name the cat officially; he becomes D-O, much to Finn’s amusment and Poe’s exasperation

(BB doesn’t deign to explain this decision, and Poe cannot bring himself to ask BB why this name was chosen more than ten times)

By then, they’ve also agreed that Finn will stay with BB and Poe until Finn’s car is fixed, so Poe can drive Finn to work, and so that D-O can stay with BB a little longer

Finn sleeps on the couch Sunday night, but BB sneaks out of bed to cuddle with the cat, and Poe finds them Monday morning, BB curled in Finn’s arms, D-O snuggled at their feet

Poe takes a picture before rousing them for school, and the picture is first the background on his phone, then printed and framed on the wall of their first home together

A smaller copy is  slipped into his wallet, too, so that the three of them are with him, always

BB cries at the end of the week, when Finn has his car again, and he and D-O are ready to go home

(By Christmas, Poe has given Finn a key to the apartment, and by Feburary, they’re looking for a place to share together)

When BB turns eight, the three (four) of them move into the apartment that becomes their first home as a family, and it marks another beginning for them all

When BB turns ten, his father gets married, and he with his grandfather walk Poe down the aisle

Poe and BB are a family. This  fact was slow and learned, but absolute all the same and Finn, still gradually, but just as certainly, becomes their family too

#finnpoe #finnpoe au #finnpoe fanfiction #finnpoe fanfic #finnpoe headcanons #finnpoe imagine #stormpilot fanfiction #stormpilot imagine #stormpilot #stormpilot headcanons #stormpilot fanfic #bb-8 #bb8 #d-o #star wars #star wars fanfic #star wars au #star wars modern au #finnpoe modern au #poe dameron #poe dameron imagine #finn #finn fanfic #poe dameron fanfic

[marshmallowprotection]

Hi! Can I please get match-up it looks kinda fun lol :3

Anyways I'm intp aquarius :3 I'm lazy and procastinate a lot. In school I have straight A's sometimes gets F but that's because I always forgot homeworks, I don't pay attention in class and I hate math I love arts and crafts and biology tho. I love videogames and plays them since I was five! My fav are probably danganronpa,evil resident or ddlc (I'm playing omori rn) I love black tea and I have no sleep schedule so I go to bed around 3am :') My fav genre is horror/m0rder mysteries. I love to read and binge watch shows. I really enjoy solving mysteries and I loveee anything that is little bit creepy and paranormal.

Tbh I'm little agressive person like I'm in bad mood and someone looks at me and I'm 🤼‍♀️⚔️.

I enjoy and post poetry and I could talk hours about conspiracy therories. I can't bake or cook :/ last time I did soenthing our microwave vent on fire so when my parents aren't home I usually have instant soup. I like drinking black tea.

Offf sorry for being this so long :/ i hope you don't mind💞 you're amazing ily!

I match you with... 

Jumin!

You’re the kind of person that tends to get caught up in your thoughts and plans and dreams. It’s always easy to do that because only certain things catch your eyes and remind you that you’ve got plenty to explore. You’ll get lost playing a game or talking about a game with other people just as easily, but that’s what makes you happy and nobody else can take that away from you. 

You’re confident in the sense that you know that you exist and that nobody can take away from your personal space. There’s a lot to be said about opposites, the two of you share an interest in the occult and anything paranormal. Either one of you starts talking about it, and it’s suddenly four hours later and neither of you realizes how much time has passed. You’re fiery and confident about your life and he admires that you can stand your ground. Though, he does let you lean on him when you need to vent. He’s your rock and stable ground. 

You’re in luck, he’s learned how to cook himself and when that fails, he’s got plenty of people to take care of that! The two of you share quiet mornings that people can’t believe work, but they do.

#matchup #anon #ask #mod kait #jumin han #han jumin #mm #mysme #mysticmessenger

[mss3ng]

I was tagged by @aurltas to share ten things about myself! Thanks for the tag and also sorry for taking like a day or two to actually write this stuff down XD

1.       I enjoy doing fiber arts and related crafts. I learned spinning and needle felting at a music camp a while back and I’ve always adored Tamora Pierce’s circle of magic books. I’m progressively getting better at spinning but once I have yarn I have literally nothing to do with it because I don’t enjoy knitting or crocheting. I would love to get into embroidery as well I have so many hobbies. Also, I’m not sure it counts as fiber arts but I’ve been getting into Chinese decorative knot tying and that’s also fun but makes my hands hurt.

2.       I’ve never thought of myself as a super athletic jock person but I’ve usually enjoyed sports I’ve tried my hand at. I did basketball for a bit and then danced for 8 years (I did one year of competitions and realized that was not for me, god I was so lonely and played so much Pokémon in hotel rooms in the middle of nowhere). Later on I also dabbled in kendo and other forms of sword fighting (but not fencing. Longswords are much more fun).

3.       The Gris OST has gotten me through intense studying ever since I discovered it and it’s never failed to keep me focused on whatever I’m working on, I have no idea why but that soundtrack is beautiful and must be listened to in order. But also, if I’m not in the mood for it, I’ll also swap it out with the Sayonara Wild Hearts or the Persona 5 Royal OSTs for variation’s sake. If you see me smiling at music, it’s most likely video game soundtracks (this cover of the staff roll from Link’s Awakening) or the xiaohei OST (here)

4.       For a few years in college I played clarinet in a video game orchestra where we covered a bunch of my favorite tracks. The ensemble pieces were a blast to play (chamber music sucked though because I hate playing alone on my instrument) and my favorite would either be Simple and Clean because that counter melody slaps, or Ballad of the Goddess where the main violin solo was replaced with an erhu—okay that one was beautiful and I’m so pissed that the orchestra dissolved before we could perform it.

5.       One of my more embarrassing screw ups at work was full on yanking a connector off the logic board of a MacBook pro, right when my supervisor walked in with ice cream for me. Yes, I am a certified apple repair technician. Luckily I didn’t get in trouble because these things happen. And then a few days later I found out another technician accidentally yanked off a different part of the laptop that wasn’t supposed to come off. (I swear we’re good at our jobs now, that was our first semester on the job and told to try to do things by ourselves).

6.       Birds are my favorite animals, I find them extremely fascinating and love all their strange quirks and traits. I can’t name a favorite bird because I have multiple depending on the category (Although I do have a soft spot for the American Robin) but fun fact! There is a bird called the Ash-Breasted Tit Tyrant and I love that this name exists in the world.

7.       I’ve managed to keep a semi-consistent sleep schedule throughout college and have never pulled an all-nighter before (and hope I never will). The closest I’ve gotten was going to bed at 3am to finish a short story for a fantasy class and I was a complete wreck the next day. Unfortunately, my consistent sleep schedule and early waking hours make me the perfect candidate for opening shifts at whatever job I hold. In tech, it’s not as bad since a 7:30 start time is manageable but for coffee shop opens at 6:15 it sucks to wake up an hour beforehand.

8.       Even though I love and adore houseplants, I struggle with keeping new ones alive. In my apartment I have a dwarf umbrella plant, some sort of ivy, and a monstera. They’re all in varying phases of poor health but I’m trying. I also refuse to get succulents because I like leaf leaves. The longest plants I’ve had are two spider plants propagated from my 10th grade English teacher’s plant and those things are hard to kill. I also have a money tree that is getting waaaaaaay too big to keep lugging around from home to campus and back again.

9.       I’ve only written and uploaded one (1) fanfic in my life! While I enjoy reading fanfics, I’ve never been interested in writing them, mostly because I don’t have as much fun working with pre-existing characters over original ones. I like playing in my own sandbox! But something I’ll do from time to time is sticking my own original characters from their original worlds into a crossover with media I like and watching the interactions explode.

10.       Speaking of original works, I’m a writing major (linguistics minor and I could probably cram in a Chinese minor if that was actually a thing at this college)! I write a lot! My main project is Chinese inspired fantasy with fiber arts, familial betrayal, and messing with the red string of fate trope in an unabashed aroace way. Another one that I’m in the character creation and world building process mode of is a viet-inspired fantasy project that’s got timeframe-based magic and a kingdom hearts style existential crisis. Also magic school because why not.

Wow I actually had a bunch to talk about. I’m only going to tag @liuet and there is 100% no pressure to actually do it XD. Anyone else that sees this is free to do it and tag me as well! 

#personal #tag game #also @aurltas also love looking at fandom stuff through an academic lense #taking poetics/ lit philosophy courses really blew my brain wide open #...which is also why giving a straight black/white answer on anything media or fandom related from me is difficult

[vfenrirsv]

When I die, let the wolves enjoy my bones; When I die, let me go…

I couldn’t even begin to tell you when I last felt like I was myself; when I last felt proud of who I am, or where I came from, or of all the obstacles that I’ve had to overcome in order to get to where I am today.

I was born “Vanessa.” A Gemini, an Air sign, a Horse under Chinese astrology. Coyote is my Totem. Wolf is my Sacred Guide. In Greek the meaning of my name is “Butterfly,” also from Phanessa, the mystic goddess of an ancient Greek brotherhood bent on finding Truth. Various accounts offer the ideas that someone named “Vanessa” bears the qualities of beautiful and strong, and most importantly ‘always tough on the inside.’ To the latter, at least, I can attest.

My Mother, in my infancy, called me “‘Nessa” in affection and “Vanessa-Anne” in ire. If my Father ever called me by any name other than “Baby-girl;” I can’t remember. I don’t remember much about my Father before my early tweens, when I was forced by the courts to spend time with him in an attempt to foster some type of relationship with the man that my Mother had divorced.

In elementary school I was simply “Vanessa.” Straight-A student in all but mathematics, budding lover of arts and crafts, and defender of both my own and my Mother’s honor on the playground when kids teased me about acting like a tomboy, or not having a father.

Throughout secondary school I was largely invisible – called a number of racial slurs, though I never considered any of them my name, even when someone took the time to recognize me; to bully me. Being white in a community predominated by African American and Hispanic families didn’t grant me the illusionary honor of being called anything other than “Cracker” or, “Piglet” since my parents worked in law enforcement.

By then, I didn’t want to be “Vanessa.” I didn’t want to have a name at all. Silence and being invisible was better than being called out for all of the things that I had no control of. It wasn’t my fault that I was born white, or born into a broken home, or the product of two law enforcement officers who sought happiness outside of their careers. In a quickly emerging socio-economic climate where all three of those variables were prescribed as being abhorrent or fundamentally wrong, I was cast adrift to navigate those faults as if I had brought them upon myself by my own hand. “Dealt a bad hand,” as they say; but it didn’t matter. “She’s a tough little thing.”

When I die, you can push me out to sea; When I die, set me free…

I was in fifth grade when I thought about suicide for the first time. Those dark thoughts were the result of climbing onto an overly-full bus to go to school; only to find that the only available seat was being used to hold the book-bags for a trio of African American girls who took one look at me and sneered. I sat on the edge of the seat, careful not to disturb their property; but when the bus turned a corner, and one of their bags fell the floor; they immediately grabbed my hair, punched me in the stomach, and began to degrade me with every slur they could think of. I hated myself and my name for no other reason that it wasn’t socially acceptable to be who I was.

When my mother later confronted the counselor of the school, a robust African American woman herself; she was told something to the effect of “to take her whining child and leave.” The "counselor" never said my name, because to them, I was a nobody. I was invisible.

In high-school I was both “Van” and “’Ness,” depending on how close I was with the person calling my name. I fell into Art and Science, and always kept my nose in a book. I avoided most people like the plague. When I joined the marching band I wore long jackets even in the summer and did my best to ignore the jokes about me being shy, but for the first time in a long time I wasn’t invisible and I wasn’t nameless.

I wasn’t “Vanessa” anymore, I wasn’t the bullied and disgusting child of a single-parent officer. I clung to being “Van.” “Van” was the introverted Artist who hand-made t-shirts for several of her fellow marching band members, and who thrived in studying Marine Biology and Criminal Sciences. I cut my hair and dyed it bright colors. I played soccer in short shorts. I free dived the local haunts in brightly colored bathing suits, and learned to connect to my peers. I got piercings up both of my ears and a tattoo on my back. I stopped wearing clothing to hide within. I grew to trust and love a very small group of people that, to this day – even though I’ve hardly spoken to any of them in years – I still consider my family. “Van” was the antithesis to “Vanessa.” Where “Vanessa” was reclusive, anti-social, and forced to grow up fast, “Van” was vivacious, carefree, and youthful.

Just before my 19th Birthday I met M. Tall, dark, handsome, though 10 years my senior; everything a budding idiot of a young woman would look for in a man – minus the obvious red-flags of him being not-so-separated from his soon-to-be-ex-significant-other and going thru a messy divorce. I saw a man, deliciously off limits, and he saw a young woman unclaimed by any other. When we eventually came together he panted into the naked dip between my shoulders, and between his ragged breaths on the precipice of a climax, the name “Vanessa” – for the first time in years – didn’t make me flinch or shy away.

When I joined the military midway through my first year in college, I was only identified by my last name, as it was barked at me for eight weeks in Boot, and then used as the only true thing that I owned without cost, once I was sent to my duty stations. It was tacked onto my MOS and Rank each time I was reassigned or given a new task. It was efficient, neutral, and impersonal. I grew to be the same. My shipmates called me by rank in the office, and “Van” on shore leave.

Years after; after M’s successful divorce, a couple more of my birthdays, and a few new duty stations, I began to better understand who I was as “Van.” I cultivated myself and thought for sure that this is who I was meant to be, and that I was with the person that I was supposed to be with. I soon learned otherwise. M was man with the world at his feet, divorced, with a young virile military girlfriend, he could do anything his heart desired. He ended up desiring all options that were the opposite of my own. So, true to my name, I tempered the steel within me; handed him back the $10,000 engagement ring he had placed on my finger; and told him “I love you, but now I know that love – sometimes – isn’t enough;” and we separated.

When I die, let the sharks come 'round to feed; When I die, set me free…

When I was honorably discharged from the military I was left adrift to deal with my PTSD and clinical depression. No one called me by my last name anymore. I was a civilian now. I did my best to stay “Van” in all the ways that mattered. I clung to my confidence, my intelligence, my MOS skillset; but I was also now blunt, with a dark sense of humor, and didn’t associate well with people my own age. I was standoffish and curt, expecting the same manner of respect and accountability from my new civilian peers as I had grown accustomed to while in the service. I started asking people to simply call me “V.”

“It’s just easier,” I’d tell people with a smile, but the truth was that I didn’t know who I was anymore.

When I met S, I was still “V.” I was mysterious and adventurous. I was a vixen, a one night stand, a pirate queen who left a trail of broken hearts behind her, a woman out to see the world and maybe watch it burn. I was fun and brutal in equal measures. The military made me sharp, and S was more than rough around the edges. We fell for each other faster that might have been wise, took to one another like melodramatic lovers always do. There was carnal passion and dangerous motorcycle rides down highways at 3AM. There were nights when we wouldn’t speak at all, and it didn’t matter that I didn’t want to have a name, or that his name was all that I would whisper or scream for hours. There were risks of getting caught, of getting pregnant, of getting too attached. There were days when all we would do was talk, and yet for all of our words we would talk about nothing at all. There were days when I knew that I had fallen in love, and nights when I had convinced myself that I didn’t deserve a single bit of it.

When you don’t have a name and don’t care who you’re becoming; it doesn’t matter what happens next. So one day, I left. I made the excuse that I had been offered a job somewhere across the country, that I was going on a vacation, that I was interning with a university out in the desert. It didn’t matter what I said. I was already gone. Lying to myself about why I was cutting the strings became easier the further away I got. Years later, S and I ran into one another; and he fervently admitted that he had been in love with me and had been too stupid to say it. I admitted that I had felt much the same, but had been too broken to allow myself to believe it.

When I die, let the flames devour me; When I die, set me free…

I rounded out many of the sharp edges that the military had left me with by moving back home. I had found employment in the civilian sector that matched closely with my MOS in the military, and I had begun to try and make friends on my off days. Mostly, I spent my free-time outside. I’d kayak or free dive the freshwater rivers in my home region, hike the beach trails or brush-land. I’d camp on the beach some nights or lay in a hammock in the dark of the pinewood on others. My time in the isolation of wilderness taught me how to sit still with my own darkness, and I believed that I would be mentally equipped to handle it.

Then, I stopped looking for myself in nature and started dating. I felt that I was ready. Tough girls move forward, right? That’s how I met J: completely by accident. A friend of my brother’s from the same high school – we had crossed paths more than a few times; with him a football star and me Second Chair in marching band. He called me “Van” and it didn’t strike me as odd, knowing that he knew me from before; when being “Van” meant more than being “V.” We connected, and did well for a time. He got a job as a Deputy and I as a Dispatcher. Things seemed like they were beginning to align. I thought my future was in sight. He said my name with pride and affection when he introduced me to his parents. He breathed life back into the part of me that was both “Van” and “’Ness” and “Vanessa” in equal measures, fixing me with slivers of adoration, challenge, pride, hope, adventure, and affection. We had many of the same interests, he never once stopped showering me in affection, and J could make me feel like the most treasured woman in the room with nothing more than a wink.

Moving in together with his brother and brother’s girlfriend is what killed all of the fragile progress that had been made. I came home from a twelve hour shift one afternoon to his brother’s girlfriend screaming obscenities. I didn’t clean enough. I didn’t follow her rules enough. I wasn’t present enough, or friendly enough. I was too young at the time to understand that she was unhappy with more than just herself, that there were things going on in her life that had nothing to do with me; but all I heard was: “Vanessa” wasn’t good enough to be part of “this family” anymore. They didn’t want anything to do with “Van.” I fell apart, and I was too broken to accurately convey to J what her statements had done to me mentally, what his brother’s silence in the face of those blatantly vindictive statement had done to me. I wasn’t able to convey all of the damage that I believed was irrevocably done.

I closed in on myself and became “V” again. If they didn’t want “Van,” or “’Ness,” or “Vanessa” in their picture-perfect ideations of the familial future, then I’d do them all a favor and leave. So I ended it. Moved into my own place. Started over. “V” didn’t care if she left another broken heart to the surf; didn’t care if starting over caused more harm than good. “Van” began to have the same connotations as “Vanessa.” I was running out of nicknames and letters to remove from my name; as if parceling out portions of my appellation would allow me the illusion that I was – somehow – keeping it all together. I gathered what I had left of myself and pushed forward. If nothing else, I was ‘always tough on the inside,’ right?

When I die, throw my ashes to the breeze; When I die, scatter me…

Later, I met my ex-husband D, an Air Force veteran, and each step in our post-military journey together unknowingly brought us closer to our unavoidable divorce. We both had scars that weren’t truly healing over, and we both had been losing ourselves to our own different demons for years before we met. We both wanted a distraction, someone to fall into on the weekends. He didn’t mind that I wasn’t looking for more than a dalliance, and I was secure in the knowledge that I could use him to chase away the solitude while maintaining my independence. By the time we realized that we were mired in one another it was almost a surprise for both of us to find that our demons played well together. Everything seemed fine, until it wasn’t.

We were always on the move. Influenced by work or family or our own personal goals; we would set out to each new place with hope in our hearts and dreams of bright futures in our minds. We’d drag each other along with us; happy to be in the orbit of the other even if it meant more change. Florida, Georgia, Tennessee. Kentucky, Michigan, Colorado…Each move was a fresh start, right? Each move was a learning opportunity, an adventure, a chance to explore instead of putting down deep roots…

I cannot speak on his behalf, but in my reality, each move brought a new job that I needed to train for, understand, and master; with new titles that I needed to be worthy of, and new responsibilities that I needed to fulfill. Each new apartment complex would be a new contract and a new name that someone would call me by; “206B,” “Mrs. Vanessa,” “Miss Van,” or some hybrid combination of both my and his last name.

By Colorado we no longer wanted the same thing. I hated being “Mrs. Vanessa,” or some last name sphinx-crossbreed. “Mrs. Vanessa” had suddenly become a weekend step-mother to two young boys who neither wanted me or needed me in their lives; and was now the wife of a man who didn’t know what he wanted out of a career or a marriage. “Mrs. Vanessa” found herself far from any semblance of a home, in a relationship that was coming undone at the very seams.

D moved back to his childhood home in Michigan, and I stayed in Colorado. Alone. We were separated for several weeks; trying to figure out how to salvage what we had attempted to build together. Demons play well together until, unsurprisingly, they don’t. The time that we spent separated outnumbered the time that we had been factually married. The distance allowed us to say all of the things that we otherwise wouldn’t have said to each other’s faces. Full disclosure and transparency came at the cost of long distance calls and aggravated re-dials. We yelled. We cried. We drew the venom out of the wounds we’d inflicted upon each other and finally relented. We didn’t attempt marriage counseling.

When the years have torn me apart; Just Let me be…

In an attempt to patch the internal damage, I made friends outside of my job. We started game nights, hosted pot-lucks, explored Colorado, and I was able to truly find kinship in one of my new friends. A fellow Gemini, Air sign, military veteran, person who had lost their path but had managed to find their way. I connected with them, trusted them, and turned to them when I knew that the floundering of my marriage was inevitability going to result in failure. I was branching out, I told myself. It was healthy to make friends and not let myself wallow in the fact that I had failed at being a wife. I buckled down and filed for divorce. “Tough on the inside,” I reminded myself. Always. Tough. On. The. Inside.

Failure makes us vulnerable, and vulnerability leads to poor decisions. On New Year’s Eve in Colorado, leaning on the trust of friendship and the influence of alcohol, I was sexually assaulted by the very friend that I had turned to for support during my divorce. He called me “Vanessa.”

God, I hate that name.

I adopted a cat to quell the gathering dejection, violation, betrayal; the over-abundance of feeling everything and nothing at all, and requested an inter-agency job transfer out of state. I landed in Kansas. The divorce was finalized less than four months from the day I married my ex-husband. I was a newly-wed in August and a Divorcee in December. I forced myself forward and turned over a new page in January of that following year. ToughOnTheInsideGodDammit.

All the world is dark, and I've looked as far as I can see…

This time, I did not seek out friends outside of my job. I kept my relationships professional. I was more willing to hang out with someone from the office in a neutral setting, but would stay home elsewise. I stopped responding to the name “Vanessa” entirely.

Loneliness also makes us vulnerable, but in a different way; and that same vulnerability leads us to do one of two things: Cloister ourselves away and never interact with people again, or Muster up enough courage to try new things. I chose Option #2: I joined some dating websites. I met men and women alike, and I began to grow more confident in my skin. I was “Van” again and I liked who I was becoming. I was independent and I wasn’t allowing myself to crumble beneath the weight of everything that I had been through. As my namesake, I was determined to be tough on the inside.

Being strong and independent and courageous led me to J. He didn’t mind that I was imperfect, didn’t balk at my scars or my demons, and didn’t shy away from my past. J had a past of his own, had made mistakes of his own, had a life of lessons learned and adventures had of his own; so it didn’t seem so scary to open myself up again. To be someone more than “V.” He promised the world; a future with deep seated roots, the dream of a home, a family. I believed him. Like an idiot, I believed him. We married. We vowed to cleave to one another alone, to put each other before ourselves, to love each other unconditionally; to battle the world together. We swore to cherish and adore one another, to build a life together and never take each other for granted.

I try. I try so fucking hard. When I feel ignored, I buckle down and swallow it. When I feel stressed I keep it in to prevent stressing him out more than he claims he already is.

He calls me “Beautiful” and “The Best Thing to Ever Happen to Him,” but follows these hollow words with casual indifference and gentle disregard. He doesn’t abuse me, but he doesn’t cherish me either. He speaks of me with pride when he talks to his family; but does not stand up for or defend me when his Step-Mother disparages me and belittles my actions. “Babe,” he calls me “This is just how she is with everyone. You’re Amazing.” I am supposed to be content with that. I am supposed to be content with sitting in silence, hailed as “amazing,” or “beautiful,” or “the best.” Hollow words echo in silence. Distort. Sound false. Do not bear weight in their worthlessness.

I realize that I don’t even know the last time he has called me by name and meant it…Maybe it was the day we got married. Maybe it was the day he proposed. Maybe it was our second date...

I try harder. When I feel neglected I go out of my way to do things for him that would please him; I cook his favorite meals, I wear alluring lingerie, I clean the entire house and make sure that he doesn’t have to lift a finger after work. When all else fails I reach out to his best friend to ask for advice on what I can do to make things easier, better, for my husband. I set aside my own embarrassment at having to ask for insight from someone else, instead of getting the answers from my own husband’s mouth, as to why he doesn’t seem to want me anymore. “It’s not you, Babe,” he says. It’s difficult to stay tough on the inside when “It’s not you,” echoes hollow and sounds more like “I don’t have a reason.”

When we disagree, he calls me by my full name, tacking on his last name at the end, as if in joking-jest; as if calling me anything other than some form of dead endearment will lend seriousness to his statements. “I promise,” he says. “I love you,” he says. I am not angry that his words hold no meaning or value anymore. I am just angry that I can no longer trust anything he says. I am angry that more often than not there are no words at all, just furious silence.

When I die, just let me be…

I am angry that I have allowed myself to become this nameless, hopeless, loveless thing. I am not even “V,” at this point. I don’t even know who I am anymore.

The wife I have become is a meaningless thing. What communication can be had between a wife who tries best to express her feelings and desires to a husband who reacts with anger and frustration when faced with the truth? What future can be had when a husband will not be intimate with his wife? What value do a husband’s words have when each promise is broken, when there is no follow-through on simple tasks of keeping a home, fostering a relationship, or growing a friendship?

“Nessa” and “Vanessa-Anne” in equal measures, had been emotionally bruised by the divorce of her parents; learning early in life that sometimes letting go is the best option. “Vanessa” was poisoned by the realization that your name means nothing to those who take one look at you and refuse to learn who you truly are on the inside. Both “Van” and “’Ness” learned the fragile existence of friendship, and the aching stab of loneliness that comes after you open your heart to a select few only to grow apart from them for no other reason than life gets in the way. “Van” was sullied by the painful growth out of adolescence and the realization that love just isn’t enough. “V” was grown in cynicism, the desperate child of PTSD and depression, and knew the devastation and loss that comes with refusing to make bonds with other human beings.

When I die, let the wolves enjoy my bones; When I die, just let me go…

So who am I now? I’m not even sure the wolves would know.

Daylight is waiting for you…

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“Who Am I?” by Vann Fenrirs Volchitsa, Author

“Wolves” by Down Like Silver, Lyrics

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Spyro: Reignited review 2.5

The Dragons of Artisans World! Let's have some words on all of the dragons while I'm at it~ Why not :2 Nestor - God I love his design. It's so good. It really does fit him and the idea of him that I had as a kid. Truly the image of 'he leads these dragons' with the very first glance. And I love the voice too, is the good stuff~ Kind and very welcoming sound coming from this dude. His colors are great too. Is it biased or boring to just, like the first fella you see a lot? Because I do like him a lot. I imagine many people like Nestor though. Shoot, I like his name too. This dude, perfect. Super good. Great job everyone Delbin - Artist boi~ As a kid I saw him as an angry aggressive kind of dude. Somehow he just, came off as being very angry when I was a kid. Maybe his voice actor had that kind of vocals or something? Anyway, he seems like a kind fella to me now. Yes he might have a deeper raspier voice, but those thick eyebrows and the effect they have, making him look like he's going ÓuÒ I kinda like him a lot more now. He's great, I'd love to just sit down and paint with this dude. I dunno what if anything we'd talk about, but just doing some painting with a chill buddy would be nice Tomas - I've shared my thoughts on him already earlier like a year or 2 ago. He was my fave as a kid, but now he's not at the top anymore. I still loooove his energy and attitude, the jokester feel I get from him & the emoting he does with his hands and body. Tomas is still great, don't get me wrong! My expectations were just suuuuper high and I didn't expect the beard etc. Nothing bad with beards, sometimes they're really cool and nice~ It just wasn't part of my own vision and nostalgia, so that's why it takes points away from my own personal ranking. He's still great with his smile and grin! But ye, I like the little musical note sound as he jumps up Argus - I love his watermelon. I love he. Also the first moment where I immediately went 'oh god he sounds so nice, I could listen to him speak for hoooours' the voice is that good. Soothing and soft, tell me a story I'll listen. Also he just looks really friendly with his glasses and all. Not to say that glasses make you automatically friendly or anything, but just, story teller, let me grab a pillow and a snack and let's craft up some silly stories

Lindar - A favourite design boi here we go~ Not my absolute fave, but certainly up there~ I feel like many people like him, and for a reason xD I love his colors, the blue and yellow here are really great~ And clocks are cool, lots of work goes into them. Also love his goggles and goggle horns. That stuff is cool and nice and yeeees. "Not that you ever run into trouble, Spyro" yeah maybe not Spyro, but yes, yes I do, me, the fella who died in Artisans homeworld. Me. Lindar, I am baby, I fail, a lot. Don't have high expectations on me Astor - Magical portal fancy vortex thingamajiggyr, love the enthusiasm in his voice. He's pretty great too overall, a nice fella. I do like him Gavin - This boi got tattoooooooos and he a barista, he's Really cool~ Also I think he had all those elements from one of the artists who worked on the designs, yes? I also love the work of said artist, I'm bad with names, I feel the name started with Co- or Col- but it's not quite at my grasp. Either way, we love Gavin in this household, he's great and his design is great and now I want hot chocolate but it's 3am and others are sleeping so I can't (QuQ) Gildas - Gildas my man! Honestly at this point, if it weren't for him I'd not have gotten all that far at all in the game. That hint on gliding, as simple and small as it might be, has saved lives - or at least attempted to. I'm as enthusiastic as Spyro when listening to this fella. He certainly sounds and seems like the kind of fun art teacher who is super kind and understanding and just great to be around. Such supportive energy from this man. And I love his design too~ Paint splatters everywhere, he's definitely an artist because we messy. The big paintbrush is also very great~ And the little pose and smile at the end of his speech, also great~ Alban - I forget if I wrote about him before, I think I did (I think I wrote about a bunch of dragons years ago, but I'm not going back to that post until I'm done with the game just to see if I feel differently now). There was that whole 'this is Spyro's dad' thing when I was a kid, with him being purple and all that jazz (and the whole 'oh it's you'). But that aside, I like this dude~ Can't imagine how strong that tail of his has to be to support him and his whole weight, but that does make him kinda unique when compared to most other dragons~ Is a cool pose :2 And I like the blue... Frills or scales he has, gives off some slightly aquatic feel in a way Oswin - My first feeling on him is some sort of memory about a recolor or model. Like there's a green Oswin or such somewhere. Anyway though, I think I liked him as a kid too, just something about telling secrets and getting to feel special or something. He aight, I do like secrets, and the room he's in is cool Darius - Many comments made on some Shakespeare references I bet. I'm not one of those kids who were forced to read those books as a kid. Not English native, no such experiences. The skull and reference is cool though, even if mostly lost on me. Also the note on the big Gnork using 'Her' pronouns, big ladies, that's cool honestly and refreshing Nils - Nils Nils Nils Nils, snakey long boi, he gets me hyped. that one camera angle of him as he's bowing, polite tall man, it's kinda hilarious in a way but I love it so much! The way he poses after stepping away to look at the statue he's working on. His long thin moustache. The green and cream colors. The red scarf. God I love everything about him, voice and all. Even the fact he knocks over his sculpture at the end. Oh no baby oh nooooo it makes me laugh a little on the inside I can't help it xD It's tragic and sad, but it just adds so much personality and life to the character Devlin - Same hint as Gildas, so it doesn't hit quite as hard here and my brain didn't really grasp it, but honestly, good on them for doing it twice, it's what my brain needs because understanding that gliding thing took me a moment. But ay, that aside, he sounds so friendlyyyyyy I love that~ The Rs in his words~ Also cake, yes, I want to bake, let's bake something sweet,

like cake or pancakes. I've never actually baked a cake on my own, maybe one day. Alvar - Ok I like

him a surprising amount. The food stuck on his tail, the way in which he just throw-jabs stuff on the ground all angrily, yeet the scewer, yeet the knife, the way he runs out of breath when rambling. This dude's got an attitude and I respect him for it. The drama, the energy. Also I. I want barbecue, I want grilled food. It makes me hungry. I could say he's one of my favourites too, very memorable for sure! Thor - Older sorta fella, the name always makes me think of the God of Thunder, so it's quite the different feeling when seeing this dude. He does have some braids which does give off a small bit of Norse energy. And right, the words, on the guidebook. I've not yet mentioned it in these reviews but I'll certainly get to it. I had figured it out before talking to Thor, but it's a fine addition. I don't have a lot to say on him, but as many others, he looks friendly too Nevin - I like his voice~ Another painter fella. Smug expressions. And I'm now noticing that he has some big wings, there's size to those, like daym, I almost got used to the smaller sized wings but when he jumps and flaps his to be off, kinda nice and impressive. Spyro kinda steals the show here though, him saying 'barbecue' is just, niiiice

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Top 5 things you appreciate about the cast of CR? I love them nerds so much

I’m gonna go for big generalisations here, because if I picked little individual things the cast do, we’d be here all night (though I will link this post, if you want more along those lines)

but for the big top 5...

5. Shenanigans (on the show)

So I was going through my chat history earlier with my friend who I’ve done all my cr liveblogging at, because I was looking for something specific, but I ended up stumbling across something I said way back when I was only like ten episodes in or something, which was “so taz is funny because sibling vibes, cr is funny because 3am at a sleepover vibes”, and honestly, while they do take their work seriously, I stand by that assessment. It’s probably partially because they record late at night and usually with alcohol but also partially because they’re just so open with each other and down to fuck around with shit, but I love the “anything goes” atmosphere, it leads to some of the best rping moments I’ve ever seen

(And also like... specifically that atmosphere when you know it’s gotten way too late and some big shit’s happened in the episode already and everyone’s just weirdly tired and a little bit emotionally burnt out and just dying laughing at every single joke that comes up? It’s a good atmosphere)

4. Their commitment to their craft

And on the flip side of that, seriously, if these guys weren’t very good actors we wouldn’t have anything close to the show we do. I love how good they are at improv and the amazing shit it leads to, I love the acting inside jokes, I love whenever it’s a halloween episode and everyone spends the first ten minutes just not looking anyone in the eye but then eventually completely forgets they’re wearing costumes, it’s great

(but seriously shout out to c1e73, and matt wearing this, because it led to the funniest shit all night. no one could keep it together. no one.)

(particularly a) this, and b) when liam started an emotional conversation with gilmore and then immediately regretted it)

(liam, after the gilmore scene, not making eye contact: i’m sorry i made you do that in that skullcap, matt matt: look, i don’t have to look at this, so i’m fine! from my perspective, this is easy! liam: all i saw was a very handsome man. travis: it’s all just training. it’s training at a thousand times gravity. matt: it totally is! this is performing arts with the weights on!)

(it didn’t make it to my list of funniest scenes bc like... the scene itself is emotional for different reasons, but nothing will make me laugh as much as the ooc stuff here)

3. Shenanigans (off the show)

I feel like had we not been in quarantine this wouldn’t have made it so high on the list, but since it’s all we’ve been getting lately, god these nerds are dorks. Sam hand bleaching his hair yesterday with no knowledge of what to do? Marisha and Matt smoking themselves out of their own house? Honestly, anything they get up to in the fireside chats? The entirety of all work no play? I have no idea how these guys are alive. But it makes very good content 😂

2. How close they all are to each other

Another thing that makes CR truly great - the found family. Everyone here is all so close, there’s some relationships that come up more than others but like, literally you could pair up any two of the eight of them and they’d be able to play very realistic family, or any other interesting relationship. They really know each other, they know how the others think and what they like and don’t like, and they all love each other so much, it’s so great

1. Don’t forget to love each other

Seriously this cast is so good about being genuinely good, loving, supportive people, and I can’t thank them enough for it. From promoting fan content to the best of their ability to their constant charity donations to being committed to the work they do and always staying humble and just... they’re good people. I love them.

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