#I’ll probably delete it later I’m just so frustrated

[samuraisharkie]

I’m gonna be honest I’m seeing the top gun posts and I want to reblog them but I am just. Too goddamn tired for this exceptional bullshit rn. I cannot fucking believe y’all are “fandomizing” racist military propaganda. they’re not allies. you people realize that right? i don’t care what gay subtext they put in their movies. they don’t care about you and they are actively working to erase your freedom to be who you are, and ur encouraging it bc you care more about ur fake worlds than the real one. one day ur gonna pull ur head out of the computer once and for all and go ‘this is horrible! when did it get this bad! how can we fix it?’ but it will be too fucking late for you because you willfully pushed reality away to waste time actively encouraging the destruction of people’s lives. i don’t want t see any of y’all campaigning for overseas countries or even against the police while you’re defending this sort of movie. because clearly your allyship is only words and nothing more. you don’t care about anything but your white fantasies and daydreams where you never have to worry about anyone other than yourself. if I see one of you morons talking about “acab” or how much damage america has done in Iran and Palestine, I’m going to make it my life goal to make you regret it, bc your words are empty. 90% of you think being queer or what have you makes you automatically immune to being bigots and that you don’t have to do shit in terms of reparations or activism, but it’s the exact opposite. you people stick your head in the sand, close your ears and scream, and hold your breath until you pass out instead of confront the fact that some media is made only for the purpose of propaganda and harm of marginalized peoples, no matter how many queer couples are in it. like top gun, like first kill, like our flag means death, like the umbrella academy, and so on. you people are the reason why our oppressors are bolder than ever. you will walk willingly into their open maw and shut down all those trying to stop you, and you’ll make sure you take as many down with you as possible. I can’t wish enough suffering upon you for the betrayal you lay on those trying to stop the destruction, because unlike you, instead of shrugging our shoulders and going ‘eh, the world is on fire anyways, I’m looking out for number one’, there are those who care about the world and the people in it, the world that makes it possible for you to continue living ignorant and selfish, who want to continue living in this world and helping others live together to because even if we can’t reverse the damage of the fire, as long as we’re still standing we can put it out and help the wounds heal. there are those of us that care about real people, not your military bigots who you only pretend to hate when another gruesome massacre manages to come to the surface of the public consciousness. I’m tired of you people betraying every supposed ideal you say you fight for the moment you have the opportunity to smother yourself in more mindless and harmful indulgence. It would be one thing if you even admitted the media you consumed was harmful, but you won’t even do that. You can’t even do that. Because that would mean acknowledging the real world and the real people who are affected by your ignorance and that’s just “not fun”. I wish all of you the violent fear and pain you afford others with your willful ignorance and vitriol.

#long post #top gun #I’m sure this is a whole lot of nothing. I’m tired and I didn’t mean to go this long #but I’m just so sick of this. you people will never fucking learn. and you wonder why we still have to fight to exist. #I don’t even know if I said any of this properly #I’ll probably delete it later I’m just so frustrated #yeah it is that deep. you guys are just racist and bigoted traitors. #this sounds like a straw man argument were there not numerous examples of the ‘you’ I address here #yeah I’m putting this in the tag I hope it ruins y’all’s day. #if you try to fight me over this I’m screenshotting your name and message and publicly humiliating you and then blocking you btw #there’s nothing you can say that will ever defend your atrocious behavior

[the-adventures-of-dave]

I think this summer, in addition to building a new catio, I’m gonna try to get the cats out hiking more. This is just a big vent/ramble under the cut.

The last couple years we haven’t been out as much. A part of it is just mental health making it hard to Do Stuff, but also I’m apprehensive about going hiking on my own with the cats. I’m not really concerned about coyotes or bears or elk, but the prevalence of off leash dogs on trails still makes me afraid for my and the cats’ safety. I can do everything right and responsible with my cats and still have someone’s dog chase or attack us— both have happened before and will again if we go out. It’s just frustrating that other people’s irresponsibility and selfishness keeps me from enjoying time outside with my pet. I can only control myself- I can’t control someone’s “””friendly””” dog that is “good” off leash and *only* chases people for 15ft before going back to its owner. It’s not barking and chasing for 50 ft, so it’s fine right?

All that being said, I think I might try to do what I can to better prepare myself and my cats for encounters like that and actually get out again. I can tell Dave misses hiking and being outside, and my mental health has gotten worse staying indoors all the time.

Cat wise I’m gonna try to train the cats’ recall better this spring, and maybe invest in some shorter leashes to keep them closer by on walks. I was also considering getting a hard-shelled cat backpack and seeing if they’d like cycling. Dogs can’t kill them if we’re on a bike…

#this post is brought to you by: depression and the Instagram post I saw today where someone’s cat got mauled #ughhh this is all so frustrating #I USED to like dogs #I WANT to like dogs! #I like the idea of dogs #I like dog photos #I like my like 3 dogblr mutuals who are actually decent dog owners! #however I am now afraid of dogs #bc SOME people think it’s more important to let their dog run around off leash #than to keep other hikers safe and comfortable #I go to leash only trails. I go to no dog trails. I tell people I’m afraid of dogs when they pass by #what more do they want from me 😭😭 #all I want is for your dog to be walking nicely on a leash when it’s in eyesight #is that really too much to ask #i’ll probably delete this later #I’m just having Big Emotions #aughhh

[sweetlilbird]

Gender…

#khalid rambles #fyi I’m going to vent in the tags so don’t read them #I’ll probably delete this later #today has just been…a day #my gender dysphoria (I can’t spell so idk) has been kicking my ass lately but it all got so worse when my body decided to remind me #that I do indeed have a uterus that functions #and to top it off im having insane cramping and it’s just been so painful and frustrating #because I feel like I can’t really talk about my feelings with anyone because they’ll get worried or maybe just brush off my concerns #idk idk I hate this feeling but idk what to do about it #like the drive I went on was nice but I still feel just…bleh #maybe if I ignore it then it will go away

[wutheringmights]

.

#I’m so ready for this chapter to be done with #and I had a lot of hope that I could manage an update this weekend but I found out today that x is coming to visit #and listen. I’m at 20k so statistically it’s gonna get done sooner rather than later #but sooner might not be until next weekend and that frustrates me since I had an ideal update schedule I want to maintain #and I don’t want it to get messed up ma #*up #and it doubly sucks that the reason im so behind is that the holiday season kicked my ass on top of all the prep I had to #*to do for my friends wedding and I just. idk I don’t regret doing any of gang since it’s core memories but I kinda just reminds me that if #i want to live the life I want to live then writing will have to go on the back burner at times but I always want to be writing #like in high school my parents rented every episode of sharp’s rifle off of Netflix so that they could show it to me and my sibling #*sibling except I didn’t watch any of it since I was holed up in my room writing all the time like they all have this core memory of #watching this show together that I don’t have but if I didn’t hole up like that then I wouldn’t have practiced writing as a teen which #i needed to do since I wasn’t born a good writer and had to really learn if #*it cause I have no natural talents lmao yayyyy ok it’s 1am I’ll go to bed now #will delete probably

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

*sigh*

#trying really v hard not to feel frustrated right now #and attempting to keep in mind that there are probably lots of details and surrounding bits of info that I’m not aware of #but I’m trying so hard to make + save as much money as I can #so I can go to college next fall #and I’ve /told/ my boss that I Really Need To Work. I asked him to please schedule me as much as possible during the holidays. #and then this week apparently we got approved for overtime and? no one told me? #and I’m going to finish out the week with only about 37 hrs worked #and then several of my coworkers are talking about how they’re going to various other stores to help them do projects #and I *know* they get paid really well for that #and not once has anyone even mentioned anything about me getting an assignment like that #like they’ve not even considered that I might also like to be sent to another store to help out and make extra money #*sigh* #I just wish I didn’t always feel invisible. I’m trying so hard over here and my coworkers seem to genuinely like me and my bosses have #never had to get onto me in any way that matters. I think I’ve been late like… less than 5 times in the past year?? #I’ve called out exactly twice (once bc I had literal COVID and once bc I had something that felt just like COVID) #I’m always trying so hard and it feels like it still never pays off :/ #ok. time to stop complaining. time to go back to work. if anyone wants to say a prayer that I’ll have a good attitude and not spiral into #obsessive comparison… that might be helpful :) #personal #delete later #mobile

[alovesreading]

having a pathetic mental breakdown rn cos i truly feel like i have lost my ability to write. i’ve been trying, i swear, but i just hate everything i’m writing and it’s so fucking frustrating. currently crying cos it’s apparently the only thing i know how to properly do. anyway, i’ll probably delete this later in the morning but i’m just so fucking annoyed at myself cos i really wanted to post soon but all i can write is utter fucking wank. i hate it and i hate myself. yous deserve someone who can keep up with their writing quality and is consistent with their posting, i’m so sorry i’m a fucking mess. i hate letting people down and i feel like that’s all i’m doing at the moment.

#maybe i should just quit lol #hating myself hours

[bookishfeylin]

Anon who brought up Rhys needing be added in here: I know, I know. I’m just frustrated that there are so few receipts because most of the surviving ones are ones that are more pro-SJM being a “literary genius” than the ones where she implicates herself… which ironically should have more proof since it’s quite literally in every single thing she’s involved in. So thank you for wanting and finding receipts! 🥹 It makes me feel crazy because I know I remember this stuff, but since I don’t have the things to back it up no one ever believes me. 🥲

But I’ll say this as someone who has been here since her debut and was a hardcore stan with a fan page dedicated to her. (Deleted now, unfortunately. 😩) The thing about SJM is that she is a pathological liar. (I’m pretty sure she even admitted to being a huge liar when she was younger once in an interview, along with the fact that she was a “weird” kid because she was into fantasy and nerdy stuff (sounds a lot like not like other girls syndrome that’s trickled to her characters oop.) You can’t read/watch/listen to one interview by her, you have to read/watch/listen to them all. You have to go through her twitter (which she wasn’t active on for long) and her instagram (which she isn’t active on for long) and her tumblr and her livejournal (all or most of which aren’t even up anymore I think. It’s been a while since I checked). Because she would throw in random facts that she later tried to hide (irl retcon anyone?). This is why newer readers are at a disadvantage. They don’t know all of this because it’s pretty much scrubbed from the internet (…suspiciously) with few saved screenshots or transcripts. (Though tbh, I highly doubt they would care even if it was all still out there. They’d probably still be like damn, that’s crazy.. so anyway!)

SJM in the beginning of her career was a lot more loud mouthed than she is today. She revealed a lot during those days, including but not limited to her stating that she doesn’t plan, that she changes the stories’ endings even as they were being published, etc. She started getting more quiet when she started getting more criticism for her harmful work and then when dick soap gate dropped, and she fully started being called out for having adult content in YA, and more and more authors and booksellers and fans started alluding to her horrendous behavior behind the scenes (calling Bardugo fat and making fun of her disability, her whole toxic relationship with Dennard, her disregard for her fans when they asked her basic questions like if TOG would have a lesbian couple endgame because of the way their relationship was written in the fourth book and she rolled her eyes or hustling a fan along when she saw that she had scars on her face like she was embarrassed to be seen speaking to that fan, etc), that was her nail in the coffin for her social media presence. That was when she all but left the internet, started charging extra for her signings, pretty much stopped the book signings in favor of pre-signing books, started having what questions she could be asked moderated and even those are limited to how many are asked to the point where now every single one of her interviews ask the same questions with the same (mostly scripted) answers, etc.

Also pro tip: Whenever SJM says her books keep getting longer, it’s not because she following a story. It’s because she’s changed it and now has to write retcons to fit it. See: TOG originally being a trilogy like the original version she wrote on ficpress… and then it expanding by three more when she decided to change the endgame and having to change the rest of the story to put them together and then expanding it by one more book after she received backlash for cutting out the pov o a character who was a main character in the first four books and was then character assassinated in favor of said endgame love interest (which was also supposed to be a novella, not a full length book that you had to read in order to continue on with the series, but as she introduced a character literally not one single person heard of in the first three books as part of the character assassination, she had to do something with her too) (All my TOG girlies, listen I love Nesryn but you can’t sit here and tell me she serves anything to the plot other than being a romantic plot device to try to get Chaolaena shippers who still had hope to jump ship and since people weren’t buying that (because Nesryn literally didn’t exist until that fourth book), she set him up with Yrene instead). See ACOTAR originally being a trilogy. I’m pretty sure Crescent City was also supposed to only be a trilogy, but somewhere it expanded to more books. The only difference with Crescent City is that it seems like she figured that out before it was published, not after, although with the second book it does seem like she, again, scrapped whatever she set up in the first book in favor of creating a story where she could converge CC and ACOTAR. 🤷🏼‍♀️

TLDR: SJM is a bad author on and off page.

Oh yeah! And in her most recent ACOSF interview she also said she rewrote the second book from the original version (though she was trying to say she was setting up what she had planned in acosf since then which is bull lmao it’s more like she reread acomaf and decided to play around with something because we know from acofas she’d planned an illyrian rebellion for nesta’s book and that was scrapped)

Well that's disappointing. :/ Definitely a white feminist then.

The funny thing is, I have receipts that show Throne of Glass was changed (the wiki acknowledges the original Queen of Glass fanfiction Sarah wrote, and a booktuber made a video on it after reading the fanfiction. Apparently it was, as you said, originally a trilogy, and it ended up with Dorian x Celaena, not Rowan x Aelin, and changing the endgame ship meant she had to add more books and plot to the original to fit Rowan in), but ACOTAR receipts are harder to come by (probably because it was never a fanfiction.)

And now I almost want to go to that ACOSF interview just to find her saying she rewrote ACOMAF, because boy would that send this fandom into a tizzy. ACOMAF is ~the sacred book~ and heaven forbid Sarah change it for any reason.

But we do know a few things that also point to ACOTAR 2 being... very very different from ACOMAF:

-First and foremost, her newsletter where she admits to scrapping ACOTAR two and keeping the romantic arcs (interesting she said romantic arcs and not love interest. Hmmmmm) but "starting over" which caused the plot to "explode in ways she hadn't imagined." (and stans are already being testy in the notes there. Hooooo boy. I'm sorry, OP!!!).

-Her old comment saying Nesta and Lucien were the og ship and that she changed it to Elain and Lucien (if Elucien DOESN'T happen, then, that's just one more receipt for you and me :) ) and that Nessian were not a thing until Nesta and Cassian met at that dinner table. This suggests that most of the plot of ACOTAR 2 was not Night Court centric, given Nesta wouldn't be interacting with anyone in the Night Court and therefore wouldn't have a chance to meet and fall in love with Cassian.

As it is, we'll never truly know what the original plot was. We don't even know how many times she's changed ACOSF! Until more interviews and newsletters are found/dug up where she admits to changes, we're just going to have to guess at what the original plot was. But hints here and there suggest the ACOTAR series was originally very, very different, and given Sarah's track record with her other series, I wouldn't be surprised if the entire plot was changed to make her endgame ship sail.

#anti sjm #ask #anon #anti acotar #anti acomaf #acotar retcons #acotar analysis

[angstyaches]

Bloated and uncomfy Elliot with lots of gentle caretaking

I think I accidentally deleted the ask from the anon who requested this, I’m so sorry! I also got some suggested dialogue etc. from helpful anons when I was stuck for inspiration, which I’ll quote at the end to save space here.

For whatever reason, this one was really tough to get done, so I’m sorry if it seems stale or over-worked.

CW: animal slaughter, blood and blood drinking, loss of control, overfeeding, stomach ache, nausea, body horror mentions, undoing of clothing items (not in a s3xual way but with very mild flirting).

 ___

Felix hated running.

Even more than that, he hated the feeling that always followed a hunt. The guilt. At least Ryan’s human donors were willing to give up their blood; they knew what vampires were, they knew that Ryan would take care of them, they got to walk away after making a donation. But animals in the woods? They were usually just minding their own business. They didn’t wake up in the morning knowing that a couple of vamps planned on invading their space, taking their lives, and draining their fresh corpses of their warm, delicious blood.

Felix groaned.

Most of all, though, he hated running on a full stomach.

“Elli,” he panted as his partner finally came into view.

It’d taken him a good five minutes to catch up after Elliott had taken off across the forest, and he was almost glad that his vision was filled with spots. His full stomach almost heaved when he glimpsed the state the creature was in, as though Elliott had gone at it with a machete rather than his own teeth.

He tried not to look, and instead focused on Elliott, who had risen from the ground and stumbled a few hundred feet away from the animal’s corpse. His shoulders were dramatically hunched, his arms held unnaturally far from his wait.

The pale lavender fabric of his shirt was splattered with blood from where he’d obviously severed an artery while tearing into his meal. This was not the elegant predator that Felix was used to hunting with.

This was a mess.

And Felix’s dismay was clearly showing on his face, because between frantically staring at his kill, and sucking in deep, unsteady breaths, Elliott found it necessary to glare at him, fangs bared and eyes blazing.

“Elli –” Felix tried again, this time extending a hand.

“Don’t!” Elliott growled, taking another step backwards. “Don’t start, boo. Please. Can we – can we talk about this –” He waved a hand wildly in the direction of the butchered animal before turning away from it altogether. “– later? I really don’t, uh…”

Felix edged around the animal, nodding slowly.

“I-I fucked up,” Elliott said. His eyes were wild, pupils dilated and irises golden. He swung his arms around in massive, exaggerated shrugging motions. “It’s not – it’s not going to stay down.”

Sympathy won out over the initial shock, which Felix attempted to pack away for later.

“What do you mean? Sure, it will!” Felix made an attempt at sounding optimistic.

He flinched when Elliott turned away from him and deeply retched against his own palm.

“Fuck.” His voice was muffled behind his hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Felix could do nothing but stare for a few seconds. Seeing Elliott like this made a chill run down his spine. He could remember all too vividly when he was the one struggling to keep blood down, as his body simultaneously craved and rejected it.

Elliott had once been the one with the strong stomach, the irony of which probably wasn’t lost on him.

“Sshh, darling,” Felix whispered, edging closer to his partner. His legs were still wobbly from the chase. He should really have been doing cardio these days, seeing how Elliott was now capable of turning into a swarm of bats and flitting off. “You – you’re not going to be sick.”

Elliott hissed in frustration.

“You’ve –” Gosh, Felix wished he weren’t quite so out of breath.

Elliott’s torso rose and fell, too. Felix was close enough, and his senses sharp enough, to hear him struggle through a few harsh swallows. When he looked up, Elliott’s pupils were dilated and shifting wildly, as though he thought he was still in the middle of a hunt. His fangs were beginning to retract, at least.

“I-I couldn’t… stop myself, Fee,” he whispered. “It was as though I wasn’t even me. I don’t remember seeing the thing, I only remember the pull, and the – the thirst. It was only there for a moment, but it felt like I was about to die from it.”

Felix gently finished tucking the stray hairs behind Elliott’s ear, before he leaned in and pressed a kiss against his cheek. He was sweating, body temperature spiking as his system processed his first large feed in months.

“Jesus – shit.” Elliott gulped loudly, straightening his back. “My stomach really hurts.”

“I can imagine,” Felix sighed, eyeing the swell under Elliott’s shirt that pressed harshly against the waistband of his pants.

“I can’t – I can’t deal with this right now.”

“Let me just –”

“No!” Elliott turned around and pressed his back against the tree. His hands flailed to keep Felix away. “Don’t touch my stomach, Fee, don’t –”

“I know.” Felix held up his hands. “I know. I won’t, darling. Or I’ll try not to. I was just going to loosen your belt.”

Elliott’s fingers raced through the side of his hair. He leaned his head back and stared up through the branches of the tree. “Fine.”

Felix nodded. He moved swiftly, undoing Elliott’s belt buckle and pulling the strap loose. He also fought with the button of Elliott’s pants, which proved harder to do without jostling his stomach. When he realised what was happening, Elliott grunted and reached down to open it himself.

“There you go.” Felix stood back, squeezing his hands together and allowing himself a little smile at the immediate relief on Elliott’s face. “You weren’t appropriately kitted out for this today.”

“Nope,” Elliott agreed through gritted teeth. He began to slide down the length of the tree. “I didn’t plan on going fully feral today.”

Felix shuffled his feet over a bouncy layer of pine needles. It didn’t exactly make him want to jump for joy that Elliott was establishing himself here, with an unencumbered view of the slaughtered animal. Felix crouched strategically near him so that neither of them would have to see it.

Only when he was fully seated on the forest floor did Elliott extend his legs and arch his back slightly. As though he could elongate his spine and expand the space within his stomach. “Ugh. Fee.”

His name was said so delicately that it made Felix’s heart twitch.

“What did I do?” Elliott groaned. “That was so pathetically stupid.”

“Elli, darling, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Elliott rolled his eyes back before closing them. His jaw was tensed and his lips trembled just a little.

“May I touch you?” Felix licked his lips nervously. “Not your belly, but your – your shoulder?”

“Yes,” Elliott exhaled.

Felix wobbled a little closer on the toes of his shoes. The hand that landed on Elliott’s shoulder steadied him somewhat. “Elli. Above everything else, I sincerely hope you’re not… embarrassed.”

“Hmm?” Elliott mumbled.

“Because you know that I, of all people, know that feeling of… well, you know, that loss of control. That need.”

“You lose control because you restrict yourself,” Elliott hissed. “I know what that feels like. This –” His eyes widened and turned glassy, the burning amber already dulling. “This felt like something else, boo.”

Felix smoothed his hand along the thick muscles between Elliott’s shoulder and neck, until he could brush a thumb along the edge of his jaw. He tilted his head, forcing his face into Elliott’s line of sight. “You are stronger now than you’ve ever been, darling. You’re different. You remember how you felt the first time your drove your truck? It felt different to riding your motorcycle, didn’t it? There was an adjustment period?”

Elliott blinked slowly. “Are you trying to tell me I’ve downgraded from a cool, sexy motorbike to a clunky-but-practical pickup truck?”

Felix pressed his lips together to suppress a grin. “That’s not what I –”

“I know.” Elliott cracked a smile, which instantly twisted into a grimace. He sucked air in between his teeth and tilted his head back. One hand roamed towards his chest. “Ugh, apparently laughing…”

He broke off, squeezing his eyes shut as a short, tight belch escaped his mouth. Felix heard a deep gurgle from his partner’s stomach and chest. When Elliott breathed, it was obvious that the buttons of his shirt were pulling a little too tightly on the taut flesh underneath, but Felix felt he’d already pushed his luck with the pants button…

“Apparently,” Elliott sighed, determined to finish his sentence, “laughing is painful.”

“Alright,” Felix smiled, deflecting his gaze towards Elliott’s face. “I’ll desist with my natural, charming wit.”

“Yeah, you’d fucking better.”

Felix tugged at the loosening sides of Elliott’s hair, which were forming floppy bubbles in his ponytail. “Shall I re-tie your hair?”

Elliott grunted and shrugged, his chest jumping with a shallow belch. He sat mostly still as Felix scooted closer to him and reached up to pull the tie out of his long, silky brown hair. Once it was loose, Felix allowed himself to run his fingers through it, tugging it over Elliott’s collarbone and fidgeting with the occasional knots he came across. He began dragging his fingers from further and further up, until his fingertips were just lightly massaging the side of his partner’s head.

A gently hum rolled through Elliott’s throat. Felix’s touch always felt like trickles of crisp, refreshing water, and while he was playing with his hair, he could at least partially forget about the weighty ache pressing on his stomach and lungs. Partially.

Having his belt undone had helped, but he couldn’t help still feeling restricted. As he relaxed into Felix’s impromptu scalp massage, Elliott’s hand moved to his waist, fingers splaying in the waistband of his pants and seeking just a little more relief. The swirling fullness was making his jaw feel heavy, making him feel hot and restless.

“Are you okay?” Felix asked quietly.

“I don’t… I don’t know.” Elliott drew his knees up and to the sides, resting his elbows on them and clutching his head. He would absolutely destroy his shoes and his pants if he puked in this position, but it was better than trying to stand up while his stomach felt like a balloon that had been over-inflated.

Felix’s shoes shuffled through pine needles to get closer. He slid a hand over Elliott’s back.

“If you need to throw up, it’s alright.”

A hiss of frustration escaped between Elliott’s teeth. The forest floor sprung up and down in front of his vision. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to stop it, but his head still spun. Gentle fingers scooped his hair up from his shoulder and drew it over his back, smoothing it into place before starting to massage deep, careful circles between his shoulder blades.

Elliott hummed, hoping the wordless sound would convey his appreciation. The pressure seemed to work its way through his body, stirring up some of the tension in his belly. His chest rumbled deeply, and he belched, retched, ducked his head further between his knees. When his stomach clenched, its contents curdled even further. His heart was racing. His head pounded. He didn’t often want to cry, but the idea of losing that much control, again, after what had just happened…

“You can do it, Elli,” Felix whispered. He brushed his forehead against Elliott’s shoulder. “I know that you can breathe through this. You’re going to be okay.”

“Yeah…” Elliott nodded and swallowed shakily. “I’m… sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, darling. We can wait here as long as you like.”

“Thanks.” Barely lifting his head, Elliott redirected a hand so that he could press it against Felix’s hair. Or cheek. Wherever it landed. He felt Felix turn his face and plant a kiss on Elliott’s palm.

Elliott’s chest fluttered, but it might have been announcing the arrival of another belch that gurgled up his throat. He flinched noticeably, spurring a few quicker, harder back rubs from Felix. The pressure urged the gas up a little more promptly, along with a couple of heavy sighs.

“Ugh, shit,” Elliott muttered.

“Sssshhh.” Felix’s voice was like feathers brushing against Elliott’s cheek. He sucked in deep breaths and focused on the embrace, the circular motions on his back, the faraway chirping of birds that had retreated from the area when the predators had entered. 

His stomach was gurgling incessantly, but when it released a particularly loud, long rumble, Felix laughed shakily. His breath was warm against Elliott’s arm.

“Not funny,” Elliott murmured.

“Of course not! Sorry, darling. You’re just...” Felix lifted his head and kissed Elliott’s hand again, exhaling a little more softly this time. “You’re cute.”

A twinge of emotion mingled with the overly-intense contents of Elliott’s belly. He lifted his head a little too, glassy eyes searching for those of his partner. “I am?”

There was an incredulous smile on Felix’s face as he returned the look. “Yes, my darling.”

Elliott scoffed, holding his breath as his stomach interjected with another uneasy growl. 

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re still adequately scary.”

At that, Elliott managed a half-smile. He could only imagine how pathetic it looked on his otherwise queasy face. He wondered if Felix would ever know how much he appreciated him and his little attempts at making him feel better.

“Has the nausea passed?” Felix asked.

Elliott nodded.

“Alright. Sit with your back straight for a little while. Give your belly the space to do its thing.” 

Felix held Elliott’s shoulders and eased him back - as though his bony wrists were any match for Elliott; Elliott simply slumped fluidly under his partner’s guidance, settling with his back against the tree trunk. 

He let his eyes flutter shut, unable to keep from hyper-focusing on the way his stomach seemed to shift in place along with his position. His lungs could take a little more air now, without sending stabbing pains through his entire torso, so that was something; however, the deeper the breaths, the more his stomach lifted, and the more claustrophobic he felt in his body, his clothes. 

“How about undoing your shirt buttons?”

Elliott opened one eye. Felix was wringing his hands and grimacing, eyebrows raised hopefully.

“Really?” Elliott droned.

“I know.” Felix held up his palms. “Normally, I’d offer to take you out to dinner first, but since you seem to have that taken care of...”

“Ha-ha.” Elliott sighed and flinched. Even pretending to laugh sent his stomach into spasms. He opened both eyes, squinting harshly at Felix. “Ugh. Go for it. I am in no shape to fight you.”

“I promise not to take advantage,” Felix grinned, crawling in for a quick kiss on the lips. He tasted and smelled like blood, which, to Elliott’s disgust, almost roused his appetite all over again, even while his digestive system ached with the consequences of the last time. 

He shook his head and leaned back against the bark as Felix’s fingers worked on the first of his buttons. 

___

how about: “Stop. (insert appropriate term of endearment), please. Can we— can we talk about this later? I really don’t feel good.”

Maybe “Shh, darling. You’re not going to be sick. You’ve just gotten yourself a bit worked up. Breathe for a minute and it’ll pass.”

·hmm, alright! i’m always here for uncomfy elli…. he doesn’t like things touching his belly when he feels icky, right? so maybe instead of tummy rubs, fee distracts him by playing with his hair/stroking his back/kissing his hands/being generally sweet without overwhelming him? he’s transitioning into a full vamp so maybe he’s gone a bit overboard on the blood? idk if that’s really a thing that works with your lore….

#request #sickfic #vampire sickfic #stomach ache #stomach ache fic #vampire whump #vampire feeding #blood mention #overeating #overfeeding #hurt and comfort #hurt comfort #loss of control #stomach fic

[ghxstgvrlx]

Alright.

I have a list.

Therapy.

Doctor.

Job.

Move to a bigger apartment in 1 year because I really just feel suffocated, I really just need space.

Try to keep it light and relax and remember to stay grounded, feet on the ground. On earth.

Remember to just breathe. Nothing is that serious. Try not to creep people out by just being angry and misguided in some ways when you’re like this. You know what you mean but you have to be so careful how you say things because this isn’t a movie. This is real life, it’s fine to romanticize things you might feel the need to but you have to remember just the reality of life that you usually do.

Probably meds of some sort. I think it’s time to try again.

Get close to family.

Distance from anything too heavy rn. Don’t play around with such serious stuff, you know you don’t mean it but no one else does. You don’t have a great track record with being stable. Sometimes people just like fucking with you because they know they can in the moment. You know you’re intentions, find a way to get you’re points across and you’re desires for your future clear and maybe stay away from anything that might make things worse. It’s gonna get better, remember when you’re normal you’re fine. You just have to be a little more careful than others to remember to stay grounded and articulate. No more saying things you know you don’t mean just to feel something. Numb and sad and frustrated is fine. But scary however is a lot less savory and a lot less easy for people to back up. If you want help and real true help that your logical mind knows you need, you need to separate yourself from some art and music at this point and time. You may like aesthetics for fun but the world is serious. Bad things happen to people and it’s not fair. Nothing is fair. You really need to not joke about things you will regret later. In your logical mind, when you’re not ultra depressed and lonely, you know what you’re joking about is wrong. You hate it when you say stuff like that, something infiltrated your mind and doesn’t belong there. You’re not really reaching out for real help, so you’re really only gonna find things you don’t need or want. Just breathe. It’s okay. Breeeeattheeee

There will be a time where I look back on feeling this low and feeling like “you said what?” “You didn’t actually say that did you?” “You know better.” “You know you’re a good person in your heart and you don’t want to hurt anyone or yourself, you’re just tired of being hurt.” And don’t share anything you KNOW you don’t mean.

I find myself spiraling sometimes and once I follow a rabbit hole I get deeper and more brainwashed and it takes longer to be like Jesus Christ dude stop.

I’ll probably delete this. But I really don’t wanna make the same mistakes as last time. Just keep your head on straight and try to just focus on healing and getting better and in a better situation.

And please for anyone actually reading this, don’t take me literally. I don’t mean half the shit I say right now. I’m just frustrated with my life. That doesn’t mean the world is ending. lol it’s not. The world is just fine. I’ll just focus on fixing MY problems, that’s the only way to actually accomplish anything real for yourself.

Also there are people wiling to help and be your genuine friend. Stop pushing them away. You’re not scary. lol which is why you’re doing what you’re doing. You’re afraid you’re gonna get hurt and someone will break your heart when it’s already broken. The people who know you know what’s wrong and know what you mean. Stay off the fucking internet and try not to spiral deep into the abyss.

I saw some good advice that stuck earlier about saying hyperboles more often when you want to say something maybe a bit edgy or a bit concerning lol I needed to hear that, thank you.

There’s just like wayyyy too many possibilities and toxic shit online and irl that pull people who are lost into a place they can’t come back from. Those aren’t your thoughts and you know it. Don’t let anyone pray on you to go to an extreme place. You don’t need to be extreme. You’re perfectly fine being your chill and level headed sweet self. Let people see that. That’s better than some edgy bullshit that causes real people to hurt deeply. Be genuine, not scared. You’re okay. No one is going to hurt you. Just get in a better position to where you can protect yourself against the shit you put yourself through. Choose more wisely.

I don’t like who I’ve become tonight. I’m gonna need help not to do it again. It’s not okay. And I’m sorry.

#and also #you DONT need people to “understand #especially until YOU fully do #I don’t know how I feel but I know I’m scaring myself #and probably my loved ones as well #don’t to that to them again #it’s not fair #not after everything everyone’s been through #if I left this world like this it would only hurt the people I love the most and they don’t deserve that. #they don’t deserve any more heart ache #you’ve been through some tough shit but so have they #keep it light. #say only what you mean from here on out #I’m sorry.

[redbootsindoriath]

wait... you're leaving? 🥺

Doing an off-schedule post to answer this:

Unfortunately, yes...mostly.  Due to the amount of frustration I’ve been going through just watching the promotional pictures of Rings of Power come out bit by bit, I decided it would probably be best to take a break from social media once it’s released, since despite all my best efforts I can’t manage to keep the drama off my feed.  So that means I’ll be stopping my regular posting on this blog once September comes and I start spending less time online.  I’m half dreading and half looking forward to it, because while I’m really going to miss the feedback and the sense of community, I’ll also have a chance to really get over the partial art block I’ve been dealing with for almost an entire year without feeling guilty for not having something to post multiple times a week (and it’ll also also be a chance to sort of get out of my own head and not be so much a slave to needing access to the internet every week).

However, I’m not entirely leaving Tumblr, not right away for sure.  And I’m certainly not deleting my blog.  I’ll still be checking the askbox and replying to direct messages and stuff, and once in a while I’ll probably be posting something if I’m particularly happy with it.  But I won’t be keeping up a regular queue anymore (unless I end up coming back again later).  Right before I leave I’ll be posting a comprehensive list of what I will and won’t be doing during the hiatus, just so everybody knows.  In the meantime, here’s Pippin.

#pippin #the man the myth the legends #one shiny #my trash #yo somebody talked to me #/end classification tags #every time i draw pippin he gets more stylized #but the other hobbits don't #help #oh yeah and #sorry i didn't have any coh drawings to include in this post #i do have a big post of mostly coh coming up later this month though so #there's that

[andorerso]

rebelcaptain + “can you give me a ride?”

Jyn missed her bus by thirty seconds.

She’d seen it in the distance, pulling away from the stop, and she began to run but it was already too late. It left without her. And the next one didn’t come until morning.

Fucking shit. Stupid Han and his “just one more shot, Erso, don’t be a killjoy.” Why did she let herself be talked into it?

Now she was stranded; nobody at the party was sober enough to drive her home, and that was ninety-five percent of her friend circle back there. There was no way she was walking home either, not such a long trip, not so late at night. She may have known Krav Maga, but she wasn’t taking stupid risks.

She didn’t really want to waste money on a cab either, and she never trusted Ubers. She could call Baze if it wasn’t for the fact that he and Chirrut were abroad on a holiday…

Jyn weighed her options. Most of her friends were at the party, completely wasted, so they were out of the question. But she could call –

Well, shit.

She swore to herself she wouldn’t drunk dial him but this didn’t really count, did it?

Maybe he won’t pick up anyway, Jyn thought as she took out her phone and scrolled down to his number which she hadn’t a heart to delete yet. It was after all past one a.m., and Cassian never liked to stay up late. An early riser, an early sleeper. Well, except when she kept him up –

“Jyn?” His voice interrupted her thoughts, which was quite fortunate since they were heading into dangerous territories. He sounded bleary, confirming her theory that he just woke up.

Of course. He never put his phone on silent, even at night. Something that used to drive her mad when they were together.

“What’s wrong, are you okay?”

Naturally, that was his first thought. Well, she couldn’t blame him. When your ex-girlfriend calls you in the middle of the night, it was either drunk dialing or something had happened.

“Yeah, no, everything’s fine. It’s just, uhm…” Jyn chewed on her lip as she debated what to say, regretting a bit that she called. But hanging up now would be even more embarrassing, so she pushed forward. “I’m kinda drunk and just missed my last bus. You were the only person available so… can you give me a ride?”

There was a short pause on his end. She wished she could see him. He was always hard to read, but she thought she’d gotten pretty good at recognizing his facial clues. Not seeing him though, it was kind of hard to guess what he was thinking.

Probably something like “this is what she dragged me out of bed for?”

But even if he was thinking that, Cassian was too good to say so.

“Sure,” he said at last, and she was relieved not to hear any underlying frustration in his tone. “Where are you?”

“At the bust stop near Han’s place.”

“Okay. Why don’t you go back to the party, I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“Sure,” Jyn agreed, though she knew she wouldn’t be going inside. She’d have to explain that she missed her bus and called Cassian to pick her up, and there was no way she was answering any prying questions about that. She’ll just wait outside the building. It was not that cold, and there was good lighting.

True to his word, Cassian did arrive fifteen minutes later, and she couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped her as she got into his dark blue Toyota.

“Precisely fifteen minutes. I forgot how pedantic you are.”

That was a lie. She didn’t forget much. But it sounded better if she said it like that.

He rolled his eyes. “It’s just a lucky coincidence.”

“Sure, sure,” Jyn agreed easily with a small teasing smile. “Thanks for picking me up.”

Cassian gave her a nod. His eyes on her made her skin tingle, her breath catch. He could still get her heart beating, no problem. Jyn fought the urge to fidget nervously in her seat.

“Don’t mention it.”

He started the engine and pulled away from the sidewalk. The loss of his gaze was both a relief and a disappointment. She had always wanted his attention, but now that she wasn’t entitled to it, it just hurt. It wasn’t enough and never would be. Having him look at her was only a portion of what she’d craved, and if she couldn’t have it all, she’d rather have nothing.

If she expected him to make small talk during the drive, he didn’t. It was roughly twenty minutes back to her apartment, and she spent half of it looking out the window, watching the lights play and the landscape fly by. She knew looking at him was dangerous – she might not want to look away.

The silence between them was distant. Not exactly uncomfortable, but not comfortable either. Certainly not what she was used to with him, and that hurt too. By the ten-minute mark, it felt a little too much; to distract herself, she dug through her bag to find her phone, but her hands came in contact with something sticky instead.

Damn it. The cap of her hand sanitizer must have come off, and now a small spot in her bag was covered with the substance.

“Do you have any tissues?”

“In the glove box,” he nodded with his head but never took his eyes off the road.

Jyn opened the compartment and the first thing she saw was a photo.

It was taken about a year ago around the time they started dating. She remembered it. Bodhi snapped the picture at her birthday party. They were outside on her balcony, and she was sitting on his lap, her hands linked behind his neck, her torso twisted to face him. Their faces were close, looking at each other, wearing matching smiles of affection. Like they had eyes for no one but each other. A secret moment captured without either of them noticing.

The photo was like a punch to the chest. Jyn marveled at how obviously taken she was with him, even at the start. Lovesick, one might call it. And he was clearly just as obsessed with her. It would be nauseating if it was anyone else.

What had gone wrong…

Cassian must have noticed her tense posture from the corner of his eyes, she might have even let out a gasp. He glanced at the insides of the glove box, and his hands tightened on the wheel when he saw the picture. His eyes shuttered close; not that they were that open to begin with.

“I... meant to put that away.”

She might have felt upset, except it was a lie. She knew him well enough to tell. He was just saving face in front of her, pretending like it didn’t matter, that he was over her – but what if she didn’t want him to? What if she didn’t want to be playing these games?

Jyn wordlessly retrieved the tissues from the compartment and cleaned her bag as best as she could. Then she settled back against her seat and looked at him. His eyes never wavered from watching the road, but he must have felt her gaze.

She missed him so much. She wanted to crawl into his lap, have him wrap his arms around her, hold her. She wanted to fall asleep with his heartbeat under her ear. He was safety and warmth, and she missed the peace he gave her. She missed falling asleep feeling like nothing could hurt her.

Jyn didn’t take her eyes off him for the rest of the ride, too drunk and too tired to feel embarrassed. Cassian didn’t comment, even when he parked the car in front of her building and turned off the engine. In fact, he didn’t even look at her right away. She could hear him take a deep breath, almost like he was preparing himself.

“Cassian...”

He finally turned, his eyes burning. Jyn didn’t even hesitate when she scooted over to his side and crawled into his lap. She may have been a little bolder due to the alcohol she’d consumed earlier, but she could see it in his eyes. He’d missed her too.

But she was also tired, and Cassian would never take advantage of her state anyway, so she just lay her head on his chest and let out a content sigh. She really did miss him. She may have even said it aloud, she wasn’t sure. It was becoming a bit blurry, with Cassian’s arms around her, his warmth lulling her senses. Her eyes were slipping closed. It would be so easy to just forget herself for a moment.

“Jyn.” His voice, a whisper, broke through the haze. “Are you going to fall asleep?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled.

Cassian sighed. “Don’t. You’re drunk.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I missed you even when I was sober.” She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. She could see the conflict in him. The need, the longing, but also the want to establish some boundaries between them. Frankly, Jyn was done with those. “Come inside.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared at her.

“Just sleeping,” she added. “Come on. Come on.”

Her voice was nearly whiny, something she would later blame on the combination of alcohol and sleep deprivation. She tugged on his arm, and he relented with another sigh.

“You’ll be the death of me.”

She gave him a tiny smile. It felt a bit like a fresh start. “Not if I can help it.”

#rebelcaptain #therebelcaptainnetwork #dailyrebelcaptain #replies #anonymous #my fics #i haven't written a break up au in a while this was inevitable #one last prompt to go <3 #i don't wanna jinx it but im actually really satisfied with all four so far #let's hope to keep this nice track record #also the words 'come inside' will never sound the same to me lmao

[lavendermilkandhoney]

How much I love you

Judy : So that’s why you didn’t pick up for 3 days... Was starting to think you’d forget about our little lunch.  

V : Yeah, sorry for confirming last minute. Turned off my phone alarm.

Judy : And you didn’t feel it buzzing?

Judy : Did you?

V : Glad you called Misty to check up on me, otherwise I might not have woken up before midday.

Judy : Well I was a little worried. Last time we talked, things seemed quite chaotic with the fam.

V : Didn’t expect things to take a good turn in the end… 

Judy : Neither did I. But we pulled through. Now we can finally chill for once.

V : (laugh) Until things turn to shit again.

Judy : (laugh) Doubt something will ever stop you. You’re one of the most resourceful and bull-headed person I know.

V : Then that something would have to be incredibly distracting.

Judy : Heh…

V : Alright, sorry about that again.

Judy : Nah it’s fine V, I get it. 

Judy : But next time you shut down the rest of the world, don’t forget leave me a warning.

V : I will. Till next time Jud.

Judy : See ya.

Continue below

V’s thoughts : Christ, one hour feels like an entire day. Wish she didn’t have to leave so soon.

V’s thoughts : Probably would have grown tired of me talking about it non stop anyway. Ugh!! I never been so impatient since… shit can’t even remember.

V’s thoughts : I’m still gonna pray for him to call in the next hour, I can’t think about anything else.

V’s thoughts : Well well, guess my prayers sent someone perfect to bother until I can get out of here.  

V : Actually mind I join you in a bit? There’s something important I need to do right now, won’t take long.

Goro : Go ahead then, I’ll wait by the canal.

V : Great. Be right back.

Saul’s voicemail : Hello V. Hum, Saul speaking. Heard about something big happening in Night City...

Saul’s voicemail : Hello V. Hum, Saul speaking...

Goro : What were you doing up there for so long? I don’t feel like meditating again.

V : You got games on your phone now, should keep you busy

Goro : They make me frustrated

V's thoughts : Why am I not surprised...

Goro : You didn’t answer my question.

V : I was just... I was doing important stuff, told you.

Goro’s thoughts : Important... I am not blind. That stupid vague look...

V’s thoughts : Saul... Voice... Mmm... Warm... Saul... Everything... 

V : (drunk) Think you could teach me that one? Don’t have my Strat on me, you living in the neighborhood? Wait, I’ll record and you just tell me the chords, kay? 

V’s voicemail to Saul : ... anyway (drunker), just wanted to tell you cause... (deep breath) there was this guy playing guitar today and he played a song and I was just so moved cause it reminded me of how much i love you and I want you to hear it cause, cause... it’s just so good! You’ll see... or hear haha! I can’t wait to see you!! Okay byyyeee!!

Goro : Huh, didn’t know you already declared your love for each other.

Goro : You forgot something? ... Was it something I said? ... Hey.

V : One sec.

Goro : Why are you acting weird? ... V!

V : I’m trying to concentrate!! 

Goro : Why are you panicking?

V : Cause he wasn’t supposed to know that! It’s way too early, now he’s gonna think I’m clingy and… fuck!

Goro : I really don't think that would come to his mind. I’m sure he already knows how much you love him after everything you both went through. Sure he was expecting it to happen. 

V : But it wasn’t supposed to happen like that!!

V’s texts :

yeah uh might seem like a weird request, but can you not listen to your last voicemail? if you could just delete it that would be even better, cause it’s really hum it doesn’t represent it’s just embarrassing okay? just delete it anyway see you later i guess... bye

V’s voicemail : ... cause it reminded me of how much I love you and I want you to hear it cause, cause...

Saul’s thoughts : ... how much I love you.

hehe 🥰🥰🥰

That one stayed almost a year in my drafts... even made a teaser last year for it oh well... https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/lavendermilkandhoney/667757373025386496?source=share

Happens after this bit here cause, you know... https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/lavendermilkandhoney/667747445067874304?source=share

When something is important to me, I tend to wait for a perfect moment to share cause that's just my thing and sometimes that moment passes and doesn't come back before a while but that's fine. Can't rush anymore. Not the point.

I remember laughing with you guys about this serie. That's the kind of memories I'll always keep in the end. 🫂

#cyberpunk 2077 #judy alvarez #goro takemura #saul bright #saul x v #fem v #female v #nomads #romance #virtual photography #aldecaldos #saulvalerielovestory #lavendercyberpunkstories #lavendermilkandhoney

[amateur-deductions]

Observation, Assumptions, and Biases

Note: This post is based on another post I made years ago and later deleted, I thought it could still be useful, so I updated it and here it is

I’m sure most of you have already read a lot of posts about observation, and are now thinking “God, not this again”. but I’ll try to make this one as different as possible, let’s go through the basics quickly.

Observation is the first step in the deductive process, and its purpose is to gather as much information about the subject being observed as you possibly can. It doesn't just consist of looking at something, but using all your senses, (yes, sometimes even smell and taste). Now most people tell you to focus on getting all the small details about everything and don’t get me wrong, this is very important and you should try to acknowledge any small detail you can find, but the important part of observation is realising that the smallest details are just as important as the big obvious ones

/B U T H O W ?

I know the frustration of being told to observe and not knowing what to look for, I’ve been there myself. The answer to that question is everything, and this is what people don’t tell you. Observing is as simple as noting qualities about a subject, the more details you can find, the more qualities you can point out, “clay” you have to build your “bricks”.

There’s nothing specific you gotta be looking for, this is just observation, this is just getting the clay for your bricks, and it’s as simple as thinking “what can I see?” (or smell or touch, etc.), it just consists of raw information. For example, statements like "the man has a red tie" or "the tie has a small coffee stain" both count as perfectly good observations, and that’s all you have to do while in the observing stage. 

My advice would be, don’t overcomplicate it, you have to observe, just do that, no conclusions, no deductions, nothing, just observing, just gathering data. But obviously, you’re not a computer, you can’t store unlimited amounts of observations and information all in 30 or 40 seconds. If you try to observe and take note of everything you can possibly see or smell or touch, etc. About a subject, you’ll end up very confused, and probably exhausted (unless you’re writing them down). So my advice is this: take it step by step, object by object, if you’re looking at a tie, stick with the tie, if you feel you can move to another section without getting mixed up and remembering all the things you took note of, then go ahead, but don’t mix more than 3 or 4 sections, this will come later on in the process of deduction. You should take it bit by bit

/A S S U M P T I O N S

When we observe we must remain impartial, there's no room for baseless assumptions or jumping to conclusions automatically, this may be quite dangerous as it they, more often than not, are wrong. Unfortunately, the human brain makes rushed connections all the time, it's almost impossible to stop it from forming assumptions, after all an assumption is simply an idea, and you can’t kill an idea, you can, however, disprove it. When faced with an assumption, don’t try to forget about it, it only makes you think about it more, like telling you not to think of a pink elephant. Instead try to look for evidence that points towards or away from said assumption, if the evidence doesn’t point towards it, just discard it, and mark it as incorrect.

An important thing to note about assumptions is that just like what we call "hunches", they're simply your brain making some kind of connection between something you’re seeing and a piece of information you already have. This means that while they can be dangerous if taken as fact without a validation process, the fact that your brain made a connection between two things might still be worth exploring as an idea, why did you come to said assumption? what triggered? is it wrong, and if so, why? could some other element of it lead you down a correct path? all things to keep in mind, but always with the intent to find evidence that proves your ideas, and if you fail to do this, discarding them

/B I A S E S

The nightmare of every deductionist, a bias is basically your emotions and opinions playing a part in the logical process. While there is a part of deduction that requires emotion, the logical aspect of it must be kept away from these.

The way to approach biases is similar to assumptions since you need to check the reasoning behind every conclusion you reach to see if your deduction or observation is being affected by a bias. If a purely logical train of thought cannot be followed from evidence to conclusion, in other words, if at any point there's an emotional or illogical explanation for an observation in your train of thought, the process is being affected by biases and should be discarded.

Following the example of the tie, if you think the tie is ugly you're forming an opinion. You have to check the facts: do people seem to have negative reactions when noticing or talking about the tie specifically? if you can read that on people (for example, through the use of micro expressions in specific situations), and it seems to be an existing trend, then you can integrate that as a fact, but if it's simply your opinion it has no value in deduction

And that's it for this very simple but quite essential topic, as always if anyone has any questions or comments feel free to send them over and I'll answer them to the best of my ability.

Happy Observing!

-DV

#deduce #learning deduction #deductionist #deductive reasoning #deduction #sherlock #logic reasoning #observant #observation #profiling #psychology #logic #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #sherlock bbc #Sherlockian Deduction #How to think like Sherlock Holmes #study #studyblr #learning

[crowleys-right-eyeball]

okay HELLOOOOO SBZ FANS I FINISHED THE GAME!! below the cut they go, pretty long and just rambles lol

- alan is SOOO FUCKING CUTEEEE BUT ESPECIALLY IN THE END HELLO???????

- I LOVE HOW HE STANDS HE’S JUST SO EXPRESSIVE WITH EVERYTHING

- anyway so i took a shit ton of screenshots but the game deleted my save files before i could export them so i’ll have to either replay the ending or go on youtube but i don’t wanna do either of those now. but that sorta ruined my mood with the ending so thank u unknown worlds for designing ur game like that 🙏🙏

- so anyway. you know how they’re making subnautica 3 right. did you notice in the ending that there’s a fucking???? architect city?????? LITERALLY THERE COULD BE A CITY FULL OF ALANS IN SUBNAUTICA 3

- as for the game itself. it was ight!! it was like ten ish hours shorter than subnautica but maybe that was just me being insanely impatient and googling all the coords out of frustration lmfao

- i give it a 7.5/10!! a ton of the credit goes to the stupid kickable brit and the absolute gilf but everything else was pretty okay!! characters aside, it really wasn’t as scary or as like. immersive as subnautica imo? someone pointed this out on the subreddit and i totally agree but having the seatruck being the only vehicle you need made the deeper parts feel way safer, which sorta just made all the scary parts jumpscares rather than actual terror which i did not love

- now i don’t know if i’m like a total idiot or not with this point but this game felt very. unguided. like once you find alan it’s just a free for all and you have to either wait for him to tell you hey here’s a thing that doesn’t help you at all OR you just wander around aimlessly until you stumble upon something. to be honest though, i started subnautica maybe three ish years ago and i genuinely have no memory of it. i have no idea if i watched a playthrough and knew everything first or went in blind so maybe that’s how the first game is too and i’m just an idiot lmfao, but i googled the coords for everything like i said, and speaking of which tonight’s playthrough should have been way shorter except that i literally could not find the fabricator base or the gate so *shrug*

- this is a minor note that i thought was goofy but my dumb ass did not find outpost zero until i was looking for the gate and i fucking. entered the base and alan started talking to me even though he was already out of my body LMFAO (either the devs did not find this plothole or they did and didn’t think anyone was dumb enough to find it)

- umm what else. i could go on and on about alan and marguerit but i will not bc that’s a post on its own

- hot take: should have been deeper

- thank u unknown worlds for putting my funny youtuber songs into the game love you sm

- the music fucks so hard

- OH i wish the biomes were more significant because a ton of them are SO COOL but i literally only entered them like once for one thing so i do wish there was more diversity with where the story progressed (however i also like how they kept the same subnautica style with how it progresses, as in there’s more the deeper it gets, i just wish the biomes were more diverse with that i guess)

- EDITING THIS BC I FORGOT TO WRITE THIS DOWN!! i LOVEE alan’s character progression throughout the game!! at the start, he’s mostly just confused with robin’s discomfort and he doesn’t really wanna get involved with anything other than his body, but as the game goes on he asks robin questions about humans and he learns stuff like sarcasm and hope and he states his feelings more clearly and i just ;;;;;; melts and sobs and collapses he’s so fucking cute i’m crying

- IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY AND I’LL PROBABLY EDIT THIS LATER BUT YEAH!! MY INCREDIBLE TAKES!!

- next i post about this game will either be if i feel like grabbing and uploading my screenshots OR if i draw a silly little alan and robin drawing heehee

#subnautica below zero #sbz #below zero #subnautica below zero spoilers

[more-than-a-princess]

Shitpost/rant at myself I’ll probably delete later but:

Please, brain. I beg of you. String words together more effectively so I can write more than 1 or 2 replies/starters per day. I really want to keep up with my threads and interact more with my mutuals, but my turnaround time is awful right now and I feel like I’m making no progress with my to-write list.

I just feel like I could, and should, be writing more, so I could get things turned around faster and turn on my queue to post more frequently. But I just can’t.

And it’s super frustrating.

#more-than-a-princess musings #(It's at the point where I'm looking at my drafts and just want to either scream or close out of the window completely) #(aka. I want to be a better writing partner for all of you but I feel bad that I can't reply quickly) #(Or stay on top of my pile of drafts)

[luckheist]

i’m… done.

i try so hard to keep a smile on and to ignore the bullshit. but everyone has their breaking point, right?

name dropping me to deflect from your own shit is fucked up. i haven’t bothered anyone, i’ve been vibing and doing my own thing, and people take it upon themselves to come to me when my name is dragged into shit i have NOTHING TO DO WITH.

i have literally been dealing with work and class. on top of it, i have a mom who is now in heart failure that they’re trying to figure out the cause of (right now they think it’s a valve issue?). please tell me at what point i have time to stir petty shit on tumblr?

i am trying SO HARD to distance myself from drama and bullshit and i’m so fucking tired of my name being dragged into shit for pity points or laughs. it’s not cute, it’s not funny, and i’m genuinely confused as to why it’s continuing when i barely have time to pay attention to my own blog and partners… much less people who i don’t like and don’t like me.

i don’t know what else to do? i have apologized. i have blocked. i have stayed quiet and stayed in my corner. and here we are MONTHS later with my name still being thrown around like i’m doing anything to anyone.

i’m frustrated and i’m tired and i’ll probably delete this when i’m not so angry about things. i’m sorry for even dumping about it… i’m just tired. i had a good night, i beat a game, i chilled with friends for RAW, and then opened my phone to more bullshit that i have nothing to fucking do with.

#ooc ↳ mox #negativity tw #literally i wish people would stop telling me what’s going on but here we are #i’m hoping to write this week but i have a 20 page paper due on friday #so who fucking knows #i just want to write #i want to make friends and write #and if i don’t say anything i’ll keep getting messages about it