#10 for the ask game! Do your worst lol
10.) worst part of fanon
ok this is dumb BUT i hate it when people make moon the shortest/shorter than pebbles out of their iterator designs. shes literally big sis moon this is NOT my girl. its also just super weird when shes the shortest in a lineup without SOS, or when she and SOS are BOTH short as the only female characters of the lineup. Why are you doing that
other than that, suns he/him pronouns. they never use anything but they/them ohhhhh im gonna kill you your ass is going to hell
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i really need to go through and hammer out some more details of jemma's timeline bc i Know things have changed but like. figuring out exactly where and the implications that it has all requires sitting down and working it out
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idk whether I should delete that gif set since it hasn't gotten any notes but also it took quite a while to make 🥲
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I'm sick, and I've been sick for awhile, and I don't think it's contagious but I do think it's been getting worse, but I'm probably not going to die from it. But on the plus side, if I did die from it, at least the results of the election in November wouldn't affect me, right?
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here for my yearly checkup on this account!!!
idek if my old moots are still active here but if you are omg come and say hi‼️
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Maybe it’s because I’m on dark mode but your Band of Brothers works are extremely hard to read with the black on black text.
Also constructive criticism…? The HC about Ron Speirs talking in his sleep felt a bit silly. Especially him muttering about the peanut butter. Window sill, I get, perhaps repainting or fixing the window sill has been weighing on his mind…
✿ Firstly: Yeah, it's definitely the fact that you're on Dark Mode bc I asked around & it's legible on multiple different other settings for other people.
If I were to change the text color (since my post backgrounds are normally white) it would just be white-on-white for everyone else. 😬 I even tried pink on white to make it brighter at one point but it was just blinding.
✿ And secondly: Anon, buddy, pal, amigo, somniloquy isn't always connected to our conscious thoughts.
Some people speak in completely different voices or languages, some people speak in complete gibberish, & some people mumble about random things.
Nobody knows exactly what causes somniloquy to occur but up to 66% of people experience it AND it's very commonly experienced by people suffering with PTSD.
The friend in particular whose experience I was referencing mumbled "salsa" in her sleep one night. She was the Last person I'dve expected to sleep-talk (let alone about a food she didn't even like) which is what reminded me of Ron.
ALSO, I will push Secretly Strange Speirs until the day I die because this was a man named RONALD who people called SPARKY who was an ACCOUNTANT who OWNED POODLES and SQUARE-DANCED. Sometimes life is stranger than fiction lol.
✿ And just one last thing, Anon, my dude: when I want constructive criticism, I'll ask for it💖
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“This is the third meal you’ve missed this week, are you okay?” HELLO
noticing trauma sentence starters
@flovverworks
Diantha wasn’t about to admit how unwell she felt. Not when she knew crying over unfavorable circumstances wouldn’t bring her any closer to her goal. Not when she knew she had to power through learning curves a foreign world presented her, and poured over any book or conversation that could help her along the way. Not when this sweet person suddenly gave her so much of their time to help ease her woes, when they should be taking care of their own friends, and especially when they were practically complete strangers until a short while ago. She wouldn’t let the negativity in her seep out…At least, she had promised herself that she wouldn’t, yet here Akira was pointing out her negative habits.
It was something - anxiety creeping into her heart, her stomach churning, and brain buzzing with so many thoughts it all turned to white noise - she swore no one would easily see, or at least no one here would; that she had gotten so good at hiding that no one would even see what there was to figure out. Though she had to suppose Akira wasn’t “no one” now, at least for outwardly circumstances. There were so many people coming and going from this place though, that she had just assumed their attention would be elsewhere, from business affairs to friendly encounters. Yet they had always made a point to greet her, ask her about her day, even offering a little snack or even a good meal. Sure, she was the new girl, but they seriously didn’t have to be this nice right off the bat. Even with the comforting report they now had, and even with this sense of trust she's started to feel from them with each conversation. Heartwarming as it was, Diantha just didn’t feel like she had…earned it, in a sense. She certainly didn’t deserve it, at least not in her mind. But it also begged the question: How close were they outside of calming and casual conversations they had every day to warrant even this level of concern and attention to detail?
“I’m…” Hesitation in the form of broken eye contact and the fidgeting of her long ponytail. Combing through, twirling around, straightening then relaxing. For some reason, under their gaze, even if it was just pure concern, it felt like a stab to her heart when knowing she did something wrong. Guilt - that was hard to hide. “I’ve just…Been so busy that I’ve forgotten about it.” A truth mixed with a lie; she’s made herself too busy for her own good, and only thinks about food when it’s offered to her. “B-But it’s not like you see every meal I eat, so you haven’t been around when I’m actually eating, probably…Not that I’ve looked out to see where you are.” Yeah, none of that helps her case at all, not even with that forced sheepish laugh of hers. But all she really wants is Akira to drop this and move on, so she may stubbornly shoo him away so things could come back to the normalcy she was just getting used to.
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