#also feel like i should add he did this for 20 gifted

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i mean, he’s right

#honest to god that skybattle was very painful #i am glad they still had a good time afterwards though #illumina #illu #also feel like i should add he did this for 20 gifted

[flamingpudding]

DPxDC Family Week June 24 (Day 7)

Prompts: Distant Relatives | Engrave

A/N: This is what I believe some would call straight up crack :D

AO3 Link: DPxDC Family Week Contributions

How do you tell your great great great great great (how many greats do you add when the child is the x-generation after about… how many years again? Danny had lost count) grand nephew that the ghost king, he just summoned, with an old family heirloom is his granduncle of many generations?

"Batman. Why does the pendant you gave me summon the fucking Ghost King?" Danny heard a familiar man in a trench coat say next to his nephew (he decided he needed to keep it simple there were too many greats to count)

The batman grunted glaring at the man, Danny blinked finally recognising the guy.

"Aren't you the guy who sold like a tenth of your soul to Ellie's spouse? I am sure I also heard Lucifer complaining that Mammon got more parts of your soul than he has." Danny mused as he looked down at them in his eldritch form. Noting how his nephew tensed as he got past that pathetic wall of protection.

Honestly all the protective engravings he had gifted his nephew and nieces through out generations were a hundred times better. How else would a place like Gotham survive on only Lady Gotham as spiritual protection from ghosts of the Ghost Zone and his former rogues that still liked to mess with his children, nephews and nieces? At least Jazz's branch of the family was safe from them this way. He had baby proofed the entire town or better every town a part of his branch family lived in.

"So, trading game, why did you summon me?" He would have liked to stay hidden, you know? The branch family had long forgotten their relation to the Ghost King and Danny had easily accepted that. His own child of chaos had not so much and preferred to play with the earth family branch but that's besides the point. They had used the pendant to summon him, with his own personal engraving. Did that mean they remembered or did his son let something slip to his cousin?

"Trading game." Someone snorted and for the first time since he got summoned Danny noticed the audience around him. His eldritch form did the equivalent to stunt blinking as he straightened up and took count of the children of his nephew. Baby Ghost, Baby Menace, Baby Stalker and Baby Stabby were there.

A gasp left his lips. A Baby Ghost was sick! In a puff of greenish smoke his eldritch form was dismissed and he changed to his favorite 20 years old Phantom form, rushing past his nephew and trading game.

"You poor baby! I didn't realize you were this sick! If I had known I would have done something way sooner!" He fretted as he inspected one of his nephew's babies, hovering around the boy poking and prodding the little guy, well little to him anyway.

"Who are you calling a baby?! Get your fucking hands of me!" Danny only hummed, patting the baby's head, only a little sad that he couldn't look at his face as Baby Ghost was wearing his favorite red explosive helmet and was on duty.

But on second thought seeing their cute little uniforms live was way better than when he had watched them through his ice mirrors. "Don't worry little Red Hood. You will be feeling a whole lot better soon. Your Uncle Danny will make sure of it."

"The fuck?" The sick baby probably looked at Danny like he had gone insane and the ghost king could only laugh. Good had it been long since he interacted with the earth branch family let alone humans. Maybe he should start accompanying his youngest to his visits to earth.

"Constantine! I thought the sigils were supposed to contain him!" He heard his nephew grunt and Danny grinned over his shoulder at them.

"My little nephew. I granted you way better engravings than this pathetic wall of protection." As if to prove a point he flew around the babies, stopping by the youngest and pulling his sword from him. There were gasps of shock as well as complaints and he couldn't help the laugh as little Baby Stabby tried to lunge at him but got held back by the eldest Baby Menace. He just held the sword towards his nephew and trading game as he held his palm against it and let his power flow. Soon the sigils he had placed on the sword as a homecoming present to the youngest baby, when he started living with his nephew, started to appear, glowing and shining.

"You… you engraved your sigils on things the bats own?!" Disbelieve clearly coloring the trench coats' voice as the man paled. His nephew appeared to be close to start brooding like he had seen him do a couple of times through the ice mirrors. Danny returned the sword, huffing amused how little Robin instantly inspected the sword again, the engravings no longer visible.

"Of course I did. I promised my sister a long time ago that I would always protect her children. Though the engravings were certainly hard to hide from one of your babies."

"Sister? Babies?" Baby Stalker aka Red Robin aka little Tim asked and Danny coed. This baby always reminded him of his best friend Tucker and he was glad to have a technology adept child in the family again.

"Yes your great great great uh…" he stopped thinking how many greats he needed to add and ended up sighing compromising with: "...your grandmother many generations ago."

"How many of our things did you engrave?" His nephew finally grunted out, trench coat guy definitely looking like he was having an aneurysm by now.

"Don't remember, decorations, jewelry, toys, weapons, I think I even engraved your belt buckle." The ghost king shrugged, he honestly didn't. Ellie liked to joke that he was way too protective of the earth branch with the amount of protective engravings and sigils he had put up for them without them even knowing. She was still a little cross with them when they started forgetting about their ghostly part of the family after Jazz died.

There was a distinctive frustrated sigh and for a second Danny did feel bad for his nephew. Maybe he should not have just simply spewed everything but he couldn't hold himself back when he saw the sick baby. He was protective of his family, sue him. At least he hadn't given any of his nephews potential mates a shovel talk yet, not like he had with Ellie's spouse anyway. Jazz had banned him from using Fright Knight's Soul Shredder on humans after he had mentally scared and traumatized her first boyfriend with it. Apparently the guy had been too weak to handle it and lay sick in bed for a while after his return from the nightmare realm.

That reminded him! Turning around he flew up to the sick baby again who flinched back from his touch. He ignored that and only made a calming thrilling noise, calling out to the baby's sick core.

"Get the fuck away-"

Poor baby must be suffering badly from uncontrolled anger and ghostly intermittent explosive disorder. No wonder he hadn't developed any of his powers yet. That Disorder tended to be violent, especially the ghostly kind. Carefully letting his power wash over the baby, Danny coaxed out the little underdeveloped core. Usually he would make sure to do these kinds of things for any of his children, nieces and nephews in a safe environment but this was an exception. It was a sick baby core that would receive long lasting damage if not treated.

Gasp resounded as the tiny core came out of the baby's chest, not wasting any time Danny refresh the ectoplasm in it and removed the corrupted one. He then sent the core back into the baby's chest patting him where it sunk back into the body.

"There you go! Should be all good now!" A second after he said it Danny blinked at all the weapons that were pointed at him. He flinched a little as Baby Menace let electricity spark near him.

"WAIT THAT IS THE GHOST KING YOU IDIOTS!" Trading game screamed, apparently finally waking up from whatever stupor he had been in.

"So? He did something to Todd. Who knows what that was." Danny cooed, he knew Baby Stabby cared, his own youngest was similar in that way, just more chaotic in his display of affection, which also earned him his title. Little Damian was also the most intune with ghostly etiquette next to Baby Ghost, considering the reason for the nickname Danny gave him.

"And he can destroy entire dimensions! Do you guys want to doom us all?!" Trench coat countered very much insistent that the babies pull back their weapons.

Danny in return only huffed in annoyance and rolled his eyes. Like he would destroy the home of the earth branch. That man was talking rather rudely to them and he was also stopping him from bonding with his nephews' babies. "Buzz of trading game. This is a family matter and if the babies want to bond then we will bond."

After a moment of consideration he added. "Also don't talk to them like that. They are royalty and I will not have you disrespect them."

With a wave of his hand a green portal opened below the man swallowing him. Being nice Danny decided to drop the man off in his own home. He was the one that taught his nephew how to use the pendant again after all. But he wanted to be left alone with his family. Before his nephew or the babies could panic he smiled brightly and said. "Don't worry I sent him home to his house of mysteries or whatever he calls it. So we can have some family time! Besides, my In-law wouldn't be happy if I harmed his contract even if his soul is a trading game among the demons…"

They all shared a look and seemed to take the ghost king's words for it. Especially as litte Jason finally got out of his shock, patting at his own chest and mentioning that he indeed did feel better. Saying that there was no Pit Madness in his mind anymore, huh so that's what the Disorder got called on earth.

They instantly questioned Danny of what he did to which their ghostly uncle only smiled at the once sick baby without answering. He would have Frostbite to take a second look soon though, just to be safe.

"You mentioned us to be royalty?" The gruff voice his nephew put on when on duty resounded and a warm smile spread across the ghost kings face to the wonder of the bat-clan present.

"I thought that information got passed down through all the generations like the summoning pendant." The ghost king tilted his head. "You do know your part of the Infinite Realms Royalty right?"

"We… are royalty? For real?" One of the babies slowly asked and Danny grinned at them.

"Of course you are. In fact, the little Baby Ghost here-" He flew up to Jason, the once sick baby and placed his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Is the fifth in line should neither my children, nore Ellie or her children want to take over the throne when I don't want it anymore and don't feel like bothering on waiting for someone to beat me in a succession battle."

"Red Hood is? Shouldn't it be like Batman or Robin?" Little Tim asked and Danny sadly shook his head.

"By earth standards, sure. Not by Ghost Zone standards though. They don't have a core, it would be different if they develop a core after death but right now? It's baby Hood here who is in line."

"So… to sum it up." The oldest baby started packing his weapons away and Danny felt just a little bit disappointed but the youngest had his sword out. So maybe a bit of bonding would still happen now that the earth branche knew about their relationship again.

"B is a descendant of your sister which makes him royalty and in turn all his children, blood and adopted equally? And Red Hood is even in line for the throne of another dimension because he has, what you call a core?"

"Yup." Danny popped the 'p', he was about to explain more considering his nephew had adopted quite the stoic look and the babies did appear to become slowly a little too overwhelmed. When a red portal opened and his own son decided to join the family reunion.

"Dad! What is taking you so long? Aunt Ellie is sending me to fetch you cause she thinks you're skipping your meeting with the observants again!"

"KLARION?!" Baby Stalker shouted and Danny blinked. Oh right, his own baby boy liked to bond with his cousin's babies. When was the last time his baby boy visited earth? Oh the babies were taking on fighting stances. How sweet of them! Even his nephew was tensing up and looked ready to fight.

"Baby Spook, are you here to bond with your cousin's again?" Sue him, he couldn't help the excitement. His little chaos was the most interested in playing with his earth branch family compared to everyone else in the ghost branch, including Ellie's children. They liked to mess with entire dimensions though and nearly caused at least three wars in the last ten years. They had also inherited Ellie's ire in regards to the earth branch forgetting their existence. That's why his youngest son had taken it upon himself to teach and bond with the little ones here.

"Bond?" Little Tim questioned while his son sighed.

"Beings of the Infinite Realms bond via fighting. How else are we going to teach babies how to protect themselves and become stronger?" The Lord of Chaos explained in exasperation like he was talking to a toddler. Considering their age differences he kind of was, Danny mused.

"Hold on, does that mean all the times you spent attacking was…?"

"Me bonding with you babies, yes. My siblings as well as older cousins aren't interested so of course that leaves me, the heir and superior cousin, to take care of our earth bound family."

"Even when you messed with the watchtower?"

Klarion arched an eyebrow at Batman. "Just because you are the oldest among the earthly doesn't mean you're any less of a toddler."

"Klarion." Danny warned, his cousins might be babies by ghost terms but that didn't mean he could act all arrogantly with them. Danny might have spoiled the boy since he was his youngest child but he surely had raised him better than that.

"No bonding today, Dad, you do have a meeting scheduled." A sigh left his lips, he guessed it was time to return. The disappointment must have been written all over the ghost king's face as his son huffed in amusement. "Maybe next time, Dad. You can come alone… if you get away from the observants."

"Alright, alright." Agreeing, Danny flew over to the summoning cycle and picked up the pentant before floating to his nephew.

The boy took a step back from him but Danny just smiled and continued forward, placing the pendant around Batman's neck. "My calling card, little nephew. We don't exactly have phones in the Infinite Realms. So use that to call me any time, though now that you guys got reminded about your relation to me I will make sure to come visit more often and not just watch and protect you from the other side."

"See you later Amadillos"

"Bye Bye Baby Bats!"

With that he didn't leave his nephew and the babies time to respond as he opened a portal and he and his son returned to the Infinite Realms, where an angry Ellie was waiting for him. Oh boy…

Meanwhile the bat clan exchanged looks slowly digesting the information dump that had just happened. They had just wanted to have Constantine check on the engraving they had on a family heirloom that happened to be similar to one that was found on an ancient egyptian summon plate and had caused some rather dangerous events.

Who would have thought that the Ghost King himself would tell them that they were apparently related and royalty in another dimension?

"I am so going to rub it in Roy's face that I am Royalty." Red Hood broke the silence.

"I always knew I was of royal descent." Robin added holding himself even prouder than before.

"Am i the only one losing my shit here that B and Robin are apparently blood related to Klarion? Also… just a warning I am going to start digging into the Family tree now." Red Robin informed with a glint in his eyes hidden behind his mask. He was definitely not asking for permission to do so.

"The Ghost King kept calling us babies though." Nightwing sounded amused, watching at how his brothers were taking the news and wondered how the rest of the family would react.

While Batman on the other hand was brooding and appeared to be severely constipated, probably thinking of all the worst case scenarios and most likely trying to figure if he needed a contingency plan for their newly discovered interdimensional family or not.

John Constantine on the other hand awoke back in his home and let out a long and suffering groan with the new knowledge he gained. Apparently the ghost king's in-law had a contract with him and now he also couldn't even be rude to the bats anymore because they were royalty and he would be screwed and potentially risk his entire existence should the Ghost King take offense. He was fucked the next time he had to deal with the bat-clan again.

#dpxdcfamilyweek #danny phantom #danny fenton #damian wayne #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #bruce wayne #john constantine #Danny calls everyone a baby #klarion #Klarion is Danny's son #straight up crack #dp x dc #dc x dp #fanfic #crossover #dpxdc #long post #no beta wie die like danny

[thesupreme316]

Heyyyyy I just came up with this but headcanons with the boys if their so is in college and has a bunch of missing work how and how they would deal with it (not like this is related to me rn totally DONT have have 20+ missing assignments that r do Thursday😮‍💨) if not that’s fine I just needing something to do so I felt like I was being productive cuz I don’t feel like doing work in my week off. Thought I’d submit ideas for writers so I’d be doing smt!

AEW STARS React to: Their S/O In College (and Taking Finals)

Pairings: Nick Wayne x Reader, Darius Martin x Reader, Hook x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader, MJF x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Wheeler Yuta x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, finals kicked my butt, but we back and packed up in here! to this lovely anon, i hope you got everything done and passed with flying colors (ik i struggled). but anyways, please remember that you are loved and appreciated, and also that you are more than a gpa.

Warnings: none i think, grammarly wasn't working so barely proofread, no gifs as tumblr don't wanna work rn

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

i totally forgot to add my beautiful besties my bad

Nick Wayne

Hahaha He is the last person you should be going to for help

If anything, Nick believes that you should just leave it alone and just be in candy land with him

But he knows how hard it is for you and how important it is

So he’ll try his best to help you actually do the assignments

Like you two split up how much work you have and he does half the assignment

I think he would find it fun; pulling all nighters in the library and doing work with their S/O until like 4 am

Every night would be a new adventure

Would let you review the work before you submit it

But anything science-related

Don’t ask him shit

I see him as more of a math person

Darius Martin

I see Darius definitely as a liberal arts or literature person

Like he can edit your papers (he’s your personal chat gpt)

I think Darius would help you by creating a schedule

Like when you need to get stuff done by

BUT

He takes it a step further by allocating time limits for each assignment

Like you can only work on assignment 1 for an hour and 30 minutes each day

Something tells me he is particular with schedules

Darius will keep you on track as if he’s getting paid for it

“Y/N, your break ended 3 minutes ago. LETS GO”

Will definitely help you with researching topics cause that takes a while

Don’t ask him shit about math

Dante Martin

Doesn’t particularly understand what you are going through

But nonetheless he hates that he doesn’t see you as much anymore

I can see him just giving you gifts and words of encouragement

Will tutor you if you need help…but realize that this is not high school science

“You mean there is more than Chemistry I? CHEMISTRY VI? ORGANIC-“

He soon gives up

Stays up with you and drags you away from work if needed

IMAGINE DANTE SAYING “COME TO BED BABY” OMG MY HEART

Will help you with assignments like Nick

Will reward you for all your hard work (wink wink)

Tries to distract you and give you moments for fun/relaxation

After the dust is settled, he’s just happy that you are out of the shackles of academia and you two can hang out stress-free

Hook

MANS IS NOT BOTHERED WITH YOUR BULLSHIT

Has the constant “I told you to start on these assignments earlier” look on his face

If anything he will just supply you with food, energy drinks, and emotional support

But if you thing this man will give you any type of physical help

YOU ARE LYIN TO YOURSELF SWEETHEART

Will secretly complain about your lack of self care or wishing he could actually help in Italian

Fancanon: Hook can speak Italian

If he thinks you have been working too much

He will save your work and shut your laptop down

Will make sure you did everything on your checklist before turning the assignments in

If you need him to print stuff off, just ask, he’ll do it

Unless it’s 1 am…then he’s telling you to take your ass to sleep

Wheeler Yuta

Okay, this man can actually help you

WITH HIS CUTE ASS GLASSES

He truly understands what you are going through as he used to be in your shoes

Mans will tutor you until you are smarter than him

Loves helping you with history and shit

“No the War of 1812 didn’t happen in 1937”

Gives you helpful study and test-taking tips

Tries to make you drink healthy caffeinated drinks not Monsters or Red Bulls

Believes they are the devil and will slap them out of your hands

“What did I say? Red Bull gives you horns, not wings…no not horns for being horny”

Will give you little trinkets or treat you out to dinner when you complete your assignments/exams

He just wants you to remain healthy during this stressful time

Christian Cage

I feel like if anything Christian is a professor…with the way he be schooling those-

He’s probably very knowledge in various subjects

He just does them the old-fashioned way

“What the hell is this?…Whatcha mean this is the new way?”

But if anything he’ll adapt to it, just trying to help you

I HAVE A THEORY that he’ll stay up reading the next chapter or the directions for your next assignment and tries to figure out ways to make the process easier

So the next day you walk out to the table and you see the parts of your project laid out and labeled

“I know it’s a lot but we break it up like this, you should be able to complete by tomorrow”

Christian takes pictures of you two so he can look back and bring up times like the Vietnam war

Makes you take breaks, in which he’ll work in your place

When you get your grade back, it’s yalls grade

not yours

MJF

Straight up pays for a tutor/homework helper

But stays in the room and yells at them cause you are still confused and behind

I mean this in the nicest way

Max is no damn help

He is laughing at you while he’s putting on his scarf

“Imagine doing homework to get a little paper for a job! That’s what you get for not being born rich”

Will post you on instagram and claim that homework and exams are to test idiots

But will quickly change his tune when you place a physics worksheet in front of him

“WHY IS THE GREEK ALPHABET HERE?”

Issues you a public apology and vows to never make fun of you again

If anything MJF supplies you with emotional support, letting you know that your feelings are valid

Will buy you new shoes or something massive for surviving and passing everything

Eddie Kingston

Now when I say don’t ask him anything

DON’T ASK HIM ANYTHING! HE’LL JUST SAY

“Doll, imma be real, I have a GED. I dunno shit”

He can only laugh from afar and say “glad I don’t have to do that shit”

But if you ask him anything about English or Shakespeare, he got you

Will recite random Shakespeare quotes to provide entertainment

I think he proofreads your papers to ensure they make sense

I do think he can help with researching and giving you credible websites

Other than that, his designated role is paper weight or waterboy

He believes your every word when you groan about school

That’s all he can do but you don’t complain about it

After he loves you and you love him

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagines #aew hook #aew hook imagine #aew hook x reader #wheeler yuta #wheeler yuta imagine #wheeler yuta x reader #aew darius martin #darius martin x reader #darius martin imagine #dante martin #dante martin imagine #dante martin x reader #eddie kingston aew #eddie kingston imagine #eddie kingston x reader #aew nick wayne #nick wayne x reader #nick wayne imagine #christian cage #christian cage imagine #christian cage x reader #aew mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf x reader #mjf imagine

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hii -🍄

can i request a Reader x Fred Weasley

after a tiring week, on his break they plan to spend time together but something happens at the reader's work (maybe in her own store) and now Fred is a needy mess and impatient for cuddles

when she solves the problem (it didn't take long but I'm sure Fred would scoff that she left him for hours) they just hug and piss each other off

just fluff funny and more fluff fluff pleasee

Fred is so bbg

☆

All Love No Jokes

Summary: Diagon Alley has been very busy the past week or two, and it's caused you and your boyfriend Fred to not have a lot of time to yourselves.

Relationship: Romantic

Character: Fred Weasley

Warnings: fem reader, clingy partner??, fluff

"Thank you, please come again!" You say, handing them their bag. They smile at you, waving food bye as they take the bag.

After the customer leaves, you watch more come into the already packed store. You let out a sigh, you haven't seen your boyfriend, Fred, it days.

He and his brother, George, own the joke shop 2 doors down from yours. The three of you met when they first started setting up the shop after they bought it, and you and Fred had an instant connection.

Recently though the stores have been so packed either of you haven't been able to find the time see eachother.

The holidays were just around the corner, so family and friends were scavenging for the perfect gifts. This is the second most busiest time of the year. It's a close runner-up to back to school shopping.

You hear the door ring as it opens, but ignore it since the grandmother is taking forever to choose a gift, so she's been talking to you for the past 20 minutes to help her pick one.

You finally just convince the lady to pick out the necklace from your sister's jewelry line since not a lot of people have been purchasing from her lately.

You check her out and rub your eyes out of frustration. The people piling up in the shop are causing the volume to rise gradually.

"You're a very amazing businesswoman." You hear a familiar voice call out. You turn around to find Fred.

"When did you get in here?" You ask him as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

"I squeezed in when you looked like you were going to rip your hair out because of that old lady."

You laughed, "Yeah, but she was really sweet. There's just a lot going on in the store today."

"You should close early, and we'll make a night of it, George will cover for me."

"As good as that sounds, this is the most money I've made in a while, I need this."

He sulks, "Okay love, just so you know, I'll be back at your closing time."

You smile at him as his grasp loosens, "Okay."

He makes his way to the door and sends you a small finger wave. When the door shuts, you suddenly feel empty, and you also find yourself looking at the clock every time you aren't helping a customer.

"Just these, please." You hear someone say thag knocks you away from your trance. You smile at them and start to add up and bagging the items.

The whole situation seems like a blur due to you trying to listen to the ticks of the clock and count them as they go.

Once you finally get the last group of customers out and the clock strikes 6 you lock the door up and run to the back door, swinging it open.

"Well, it's nice to see you too, love." Fred says, you smile at him and pull him in for a kiss. You lead him in, locking the door behind the both of you.

Soon enough, the two of you are in the flat above your shop. "Today was wild, I had a woman yell at me because one of the candles I was selling wasn't a color she liked." You started.

Fred laughed at this, "Well, George got slapped by a 12 year old boy because he couldn't get Puking Pastilles for free."

You laughed at this while he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck, "You okay?" You ask him.

"Yea, just a long day and I missed you."

"I missed you too, I'm contemplating closing the shop tomorrow or the day after to catch a break."

"That'd be nice. We could finally get some alone time." He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

You cringe and nudge him off you, which is followed by a groan from him. You knew he had a thing for physical touch, and you had a thing for egging it on.

He rubbed your shoulder with his thumb, grazing it up and down. "I missed you."

"I missed you more."

"Wrong, because I missed you most."

I LOVE FRED WEASLEY SM

"Don't start with me."

#harry potter #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley x fem!reader

[re-bee-key]

Just watched the Tumblr Live QnA Panel, and here's some of my thoughts:

* Had to toggle on Tumblr Live to watch and agree to the terms.

The stream itself was a little low quality visually, not terrible, but either they used a low quality camera or streaming isn't up to the same quality as other sites like Tiktok

* the gifting feature that mimics Tiktok was obnoxious. Users that seem to use Tumblr Live a lot where using gifts very often. The gift icons would take up most of the screen covering chat.

Some people in chat suggested that the gifters were Staff plants to make the site seem more popular than it is. There is no way to verify if they are or are not. But these individuals talked in the chat about how they use Tumblr Live all the time, and some dont even have blogs they only use Live. Which is????

I don't like the gifting emojis. But i dont like them on Twitch or tiktok either, so shrug emoji, i guess

Questions Answered (that i remember)

* The Chronological Dashboard will stay. They mentioned this several times that tumblr, while they are going to improve the For You algorithm, the main Chronological Dashboard will not change.

* Tumblr Live apparently isn't blocked in Europe and is just waiting for approval, which is soon. They said it being blocked was misinformation. (Which i have no way to verify.)

* LGBTQA+ and specifically Trans content getting flagged or censored is a bug, apparently. They said it happens from time to time, but reporting should fix it. Users in the chat were unhappy with this answer since the issue has lasted for such a long time and doesn't seem or feel random. But they did not comment further.

* Tumblr posts being collapsable was not super addressed. They sort of skimmed over this question and just said that they try lots of new features to see what works and what doesn't. Apparently, there will be a toggle to turn this feature on or off.

* Tumblr Groups was addressed. It was shut down because not enough users used the feature.

Apparently, not many users use Tumblr Live either, but they want to keep working on it to make it appealing.

* Another bit about Tumblr Live. CEO essentially said they will not give the option to permanently toggle off the feature.

One user had asked if Tumblr had investors. CEO said, "Of course."

CEO did mention they "might" add a way to permanently turn off tumblr live. But it if they did, it would be a paid option over $20.

* One user commented that they are epileptic and that certain ads trigger their seizures because of the flashing colors and wanted to know what they would do for this issue. Tumblr CEO said "Well you could pay for No Ads."

CEO talked about paying to go ad free a lot. Saying only 25 thousand users pay for it at the moment.

Personally, it seems really irresponsible to suggest that the only way to fix an accessibility issue is for a user to pay money. As if disabled people dont have to pay enough as it is.

* I had asked if they were willing to work with more artists for Merch and Badges. They said they are working on it and there is a feature called Creatr that is set up to uplift creators and work with them on merch ideas.

I've never heard of Creatr. He seemed like we should have known what it was? Maybe they should promote that more. I know we all want more ways to support artists.

* More Badges and Achievements are coming. Apparently, a Legacy Badge that shows how long you've been on tumblr is in the works. (Im personally very excited about Badges.)

* Tumblr is thinking bout doing more QnA and even meet ups at different conventions and some even at the headquarters themselves. (They did not acknowledge questions that asked for a Headquarters video tour.)

Anyways, that was about all I can remember. Staff didn't record the panel, so hopefully, one of the other users did.

They talked about other random stuff. Calling out gifters specifically and rambling about donuts and books.

Oh, also, they brought a ball pit. Which is, yeah. Lol

#tumblr #tumblr live #tumblr staff #tumblr qna #tumblr stuff #stuff happening on tumblr #tumblr update #i dunno how to tag this #my words

[d0odlfez]

Milo x Sweetheart Headcanons <3

these are gonna be some couple headcanons and some specific to their characters, anyways enjoy!! (btw it’s 5 in the morning where i am right now so sorry for any spelling mistakes)

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• Milo and Sweetheart both have IMPECCABLE fashion taste (as we all know) so both of them love thrifting clothes and turning them into incredibly stylish outfits then having mini fashion shows showing off their outfits to eachother

• Milo is half Italian (from Marie) and is fluent in it so he likes to confuse Sweetheart by speaking in Italian to them (Sweetheart 100% finds it attractive)

• Despite having very similar styles of clothing Milo and Sweethearts ideas on how they should decorate their house were VERY different like they didn’t have any proper arguments over it but they definitely had their differing opinions

• for example Milos more of a simplistic kind of guy whilst sweetheart wants a bunch of colour and plants everywhere

• Sweetheart owns many MANY plants and talks to them whilst they water them all. they also have names that they address each of them by along with their own personalitys

• Milo has multiple half older brothers from a previous relationship that his dad was in before he met Marie, and they all constantly tease Milo for being shorter and having a smaller wolf form. and when they tease him at family gatherings Sweetheart gets like noticeably mad but manages to keep their composure as much as possible but cloaks and scares them just to show them what for (they’re all secretly scared of sweetheart)

• Milo gets Sweetheart to paint his nails black for him because he doesn’t like having bare nails and doesn’t want to admit to Sweetheart that he can do it himself because he likes the excuse to spend time with them <3

• Sweetheart’s love language is physical touch and gifts, Milo thinks this is adorable and constantly tells Sweetheart that they don’t have to always be giving him things (Sweetheart doesn’t listen) , even when they’re out food shopping Sweetheart is constantly offering new things to milo and asking if he wants to try it

• Milo has taken up the responsibility of feeding Aggro because the smell and texture of (wet) cat food makes Sweetheart throw up

• Milo put a small slit through his eyebrow while Marie was out when he was a teen because he thought it looked cool and then he realised shortly after that she would see it when she got home, he then panicked for about 20 minutes and just left it hoping she wouldn’t notice (she definitely did notice and he was grounded)

• Sweetheart was adopted when they were young and both of their parents are British so they have a bit of an accent that only comes out sometimes (ESPECIALLY when they’re mad)

feel free to add if you have any others :3

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redactedverse #redacted headcanons

[melis-writes]

I was wondering if I could and a request.

It’s sort of an add on off your Victoria x Sonny fake death.

While it’s Cool that Vic and Sonny got to fake their death and live happily ever after. (personally I’m a hardcore Vichael shipper) Maybe there would like a 15 or 20 years time jump, maybe the children of Sandra and Sonny’s learn for their fathers deception and track him down.

I could imagine they would feel very bitter that their father essentially chose to abandon them, perhaps they could confront him and Victoria about their actions.

It’s just an idea.

Oh, I see. I see… 😶 Very, very interesting. I guess we can definitely go ahead and say that the happily-ever-after Victoria and Sonny would get together is finally being able to flee to Venice and marry there. 😅 You know how it is. Roughly 15 years later from Victonny’s first appearance in 1954, that would bring us to 1969! Sonny is 53 and Victoria is 45! Frank and Francesca would be 29 and 32 upon finally confronting their father in Venice. 👀

The past fifteen years passing by didn’t happen in the blink of an eye nor did it drag on, rather you felt for the first time in your life that you could live every day to the fullest and feel the passage of time as a gift, not a curse.

From the first year that Sonny and you fled to Venice together, all you could do was think about the possibilities of being found, caught, recognized or even worse.

Despite the fact that the Corleone family virtually has no power in Venice, that may not be enough to stop a potential assassination should Michael have sent one if he suspected anything.

Neither you nor Sonny knew what came of the family ever since. Naturally, neither of you were in contact with anyone whatsoever and unlike you, Sonny had left all of his children behind without so much as a ‘goodbye’.

Just as Sonny wanted it and planned for back then, thinking his family to consider him dead for eternity is much better than them expecting closure or feeling bitter. Bitterness in the family always lead to grudges and deaths.

Three years in and you no longer cared. You stopped thinking, stopped imagining what anyone thought of you or how they mourned you—your own family included.

You know deep down in your heart that even if your own family discovered the nature of what had actually happened, they would not seek to harm nor kill you. Still, the thought of their everlasting disappointment, reactions and perhaps how they’d treat you is something you can no longer afford to think about for your own peace.

Neither Sandra nor Michael ever remarried, remaining widow and widower.

From the bloody mob war that ensued after you, Sonny and the twins’ “deaths” in seek of revenge, Michael had also become a hardened, cold man. He had lost his wife and his only children which in return robbed him of his own humanity.

Sandra on the other hand carried on as well as she could, taking care of all of her children and telling them the bitter truth regardless of how they needed to hear it. She knew it was a loss she would never recover from, but she couldn’t give up on the rest of her life or her children’s.

Life had to go on with or without you and Sonny, and as many years came by and went, what “happened” became a memory to all. A painful, heartbreaking memory and loss riddled with guilt, but nothing more.

You can no longer remember much of Michael. His gaze, his facial features and much of the sound of his voice you saw and heard everyday is lost to you; memories felt and imagined in a haze without clear details.

On the other hand however, everyday you wake up to the love of your life snuggled up next to you in bed. Everyday your hands run through Sonny’s soft curls, down his stubble as you caress his cheek and you’ve memorized every inch of your husband’s body as he has yours.

Neither you nor Sonny ever regretted what you both did to get away and finally be able to live a free life together in love. Neither of you lived that past life anymore and thinking of it didn’t provide you two anything either.

It was Frank, Sonny’s eldest, who lived in a constant state of denial. He refused to believe his father, let alone you or the twins were dead because no bodies were recovered.

Of course it made sense—to Michael especially—as to why there would be no bodies. The sight of two dead bodies and two bodies of infants would be a grisly, but highly wanted revelation in the media’s hands and the manner of which you, the twins and Sonny were “killed in” would be another direct message to Michael.

It was better off for everyone’s sakes not to find the bodies, as macabre as it seemed, but that was never a good enough reason for Frank.

For many years, Frank presumed his father might be living as an outcast in another state. Frank had suspicions since the twins were so young that they may have been raised elsewhere by another Sicilian family only for the Molinari family to take them once they reached of age. If that was a possibility, it would mean endless bloodshed to Michael.

Frank had also thought you may be with Sonny, whereever you are, but as far as he was concerned, he didn’t think either of you had left the United States and it took Frank another revelation to understand what truly happened.

Kathryn, Francesca’s twin, grieved quietly but questioned nothing more after hearing about the “deaths”. She wanted nothing to do with the bitter memory or reminder nor reminisce about it, but the same couldn’t be said for Francesca.

Just like Frank, curiosity boiled in Francesca to understand what had happened and how deeply it impacted the family with the aftermath lasting years to come.

It was when Francesca kept a keen ear to the wall, listening to her aunt Connie and Deanna’s drunken antics and gossip that she heard Connie mentioning Sonny and your name one late night.

“Knowing Michael, I thought it would be revenge,” Connie raised her wineglass to her lips, “it would make sense, you know. Especially after the New York incident.”

“The New York incident?” Deanna snorted, “is that what we’re calling it now? Nobody ever gives me any details on it. All I heard was that Victoria left for New York, then attended that—what’s her name—that American girl’s preliminary trial or something.”

“You’re not wrong,” Connie confirmed, “that is what happened, but nobody ever says a whisper of why Victoria left and why Sonny came after her, right?”

Francesca felt the color pale from her face, but she couldn’t stop herself from listening. Something inside of her urged her to sate her curiosity and understand that if there was anything between you and her father, that she must know everything.

“I warned her about my brother, I did,” Connie began, “and he just proved me right. Kept lying to Victoria like nobody’s business—breaking that poor girl’s heart. I think he hid something about her family to her and she ran off. She was pregnant and she went off to New York like that.”

“Huh, I do have to applaud her then,” Deanna hiccupped, covering her mouth. “Can’t just go to bed and call it a night next to a liar.”

Connie shrugged, continuing her story. “Definitely not. From there I already assumed it must have been really serious. Next thing you know, Michael and Tom are trying to cover up the reason why Victoria’s missing at the breakfast table the next morning. Went to see her sick mother, my ass. I mean, God bless Ludovica Ferrari’s soul but we all knew her condition then and she was doing fine. Michael barely spoke to any of us. I know my brother—he looked stressed. Whispering things to Sonny and Tom like nobody’s business and then Sonny’s off to see Victoria. He sure as hell didn’t make the trip just to ‘check up’ on Victoria.”

Francesca held her breath, remaining quiet and listening to the rest of the story.

“What makes you think that?” Deanna asked, taking a swig of liquor straight from the bottle.

“Because when Sonny got back, Michael almost broke his nose. Punched him bloody and I heard Victoria screaming for him to stop.” Connie revealed, “I know damn well something happened in New York. Sonny had his opportunity, didn’t he? Sandra supported his promiscuity—she always has, as you know, and there you have it. Victoria alone in New York and three months pregnant with twins. Then you wanna tell me it’s a coincidence they insist on sitting next to each other at dinner, the giggling, the conversations, how Sonny can’t get his eyes off of her?”

Francesca’s eyes stung with tears as she clasped a hand over her mouth, feeling sick to her stomach at the thought.

“Victoria, Sonny and Victoria’s babies all disappear without a trace. Now, I’m not saying anything, but the New York incident always had me thinkin’… It’s like they were just a couple not meant to be, and not like it could be fixed if Victoria and Michael divorced, but that if there’s something going on with Victoria and Sonny, Michael would make sure no matter what that they’d never have peace or each other.”

When confronting Frank who was the only other one in the family that cared and continued to think of and question what happened to you and Sonny, the two were both convinced Sonny and you were still out there alive and well.

Feeling deeply bitter and angry with the revelation Frank and Francesca put together, the two knew that if anything they suspected was true in any way, they could never tell Michael unless they saw you and Sonny face to face.

Michael and Sandra could never know of any suspicions out of fear they would lead to your deaths if you were both still alive.

Despite the fact neither Francesca or Frank would ever come to forgive you or Sonny for what you two did even if you had provided them every reason you could to justify your actions, neither wished for harm or death to come you or Sonny’s way.

There was no trace of you or Sonny in Sicily and such had been confirmed by your family years back and now again.

Giuseppe Ferrari was more than willing to hope that if you were hiding in Sicily, that you would rejoin the family and that no consequences would be held over you for faking your death but just as it was true, you weren’t in Sicily and you’d never be found there.

Francesca and Frank did not relent. Contact after contact in Sicily with questions unanswered, they were able to find someone who had connections and family all throughout Italy to search for anyone named ‘Victoria’ and ‘Santino’ or ‘Sonny’.

There were too many women named “Vittoria” in Italy to count, but only one named ‘Victoria’ residing in the town of Asolo admist many Santinos.

Francesca and Frank were dead set on finding the two of you there no matter what it took and cost them. They could not stop then with what they considered to be a strong lead and did it behind their families’ backs so nobody else could come to suspect anything.

Days of inquiring in the little town later did Francesca and Frank come upon an elderly woman confused by their request of finding a woman named ‘Victoria’ who under the presumption that Francesca and Frank’s intention on finding their ‘parents’ was pure, essentially gave it away.

“Non capisco cosa intendi. No, no... C'è solo una Victoria qui. Si chiama Vittoria. La chiamo Vittoria. Vive ai margini della città con il marito Santino.” (I don't understand what you mean. No, no... There is only one Victoria here. Her name is Vittoria. I call her Vittoria. She lives on the edge of town with her husband Santino.)

‘Her husband Santino.’ Frank would never forget the appalled look over Francesca’s face as she attempted to hide her shock.

The two had expected at this point for you and Sonny to be romantically involved, but hearing that you were both married after fleeing the United States and faking your deaths, fooling everyone involved and continuing your lives on like nothing killed any sympathy Francesca and Frank could ever have towards the both of you for good.

Francesca and Frank didn’t have to go knocking on door to door or ask anyone living towards the edge of town where to find you or for directions, because Sonny and you were already there.

Francesca and Frank were facing your garden when they walked down a beaten path towards the villas of the neighborhood, but froze in their tracks at the sight of the two of you from afar.

“The best ones,” Sonny chuckles, adding another orange to your basket. “Isabella would love these.”

“She already can’t get enough of the lemonade Verona made yesterday,” you let out a laugh, looking inside your fruit basket. “I’ve barely had to go down to the market at all!”

Sonny adds another three oranges to your basket, picking them off the tree. “I say we wash these up back inside and have another fruit bowl when the kids get back, eh?”

“Sounds perfect,” you smile back, leaning up for a kiss.

Francesca’s mouth runs dry, watching her father kiss you sweetly with a loving arm wrapped around your waist.

Just as stunned as his sister, Frank and Francesca slowly begin to approach the garden—staring, in shock, and attempting to process everything let alone how happy and head over heels the two of you appear to be with one another.

“Dad?” Francesca croaks out, standing in the midst of the garden.

Sonny and you both turn around abruptly at the sound of a familiar voice, spotting a dismayed Francesca and Frank standing before you.

“Dad,” Francesca repeated with a more forceful tone, on the verge of tears. “You’re…”

The sight of the two of you alive and well remains to be the most difficult one to process after years of believing you and Sonny were assassinated; a rush of emotions surrounding Francesca and Frank.

Sonny keeps his arm over your waist, holding you close to his side. The gaze you give your husband is one of exhaustion from your heart and defeat; you don’t even want to know how or why Francesca and Frank found you, knowing where they must be, Michael can’t be far.

“You’re—” But before Francesca can approach Sonny and rush into his arms, Frank grabs his sister’s arm and frowns at her.

Neither you nor Sonny appear bewildered, in fear or saddened. Rather it’s defeat that the two of you accept knowing if Michael or his men are here, everything else will be short-lived momentarily.

It matters very little to you and Sonny in terms of your own lives; having spent the past fifteen years in marital bliss, watching Niccolo and Verona grow up, welcoming Angelo and Luciana to the family and then your youngest—Isabella—was nothing short of perfect.

It’s no longer your own life or wellbeing you care about if its forfeit, but ten year old Isabella, and what would become of all your children too.

“You’re alive!” Francesca cries out, still in disbelief. “You’re alive, you’re here and youre—” She can hardly bring herself to say the words as Frank hugs her tightly. “You’re with auntie—”

“Where is he?” Sonny asks flat out, his mind over Michael and his men’s whereabouts than a confrontation with his own children. “I know he’s here, so tell him to come face me.”

“Who, dad?” Frank speaks out. “Who are you talking about? Expecting the rest of the family too? Only Francesca and I tracked you down!”

“I don’t believe that,” you say back, coldly.

“You…” Francesca hiccups, her eyes meeting yours. “Auntie, why—”

“Where is he?” Sonny asks more forcefully, raising his voice.

“Nobody’s here, dad,” Frank gestures around him. “Nobody but us. Everyone else still thinks the two of you are dead, remember? Or did you forget that like you forgot us?”

“No, I’m not having this,” Sonny holds up his hand, rolling his eyes. “Alright, so here you are. Here you two are. The big confrontation—the best day of your lives. Happy now? Huh? Is the part where you two run off crying and then your uncle’s men take care of the rest? Because if so, can we please get to the point? I’d rather take a bullet to the fucking head than listen to this.”

“Listen to this?!” Francesca’s eyes widen, “do you even hear yourself, dad? Frank and I spent years searching for you! Thinking of you! Crying and grieving over you! We came all the way down to Venice—you think any of this was easy for us?”

Before you can say anything, Sonny speaks up again. “I know there’s nothing I can say or do that would ever change your minds—not yours, not Frank’s, not Sandra’s and not Michael’s either. Nothing! So what the hell does it look like if I just stand here and listen to all of this? What do you two want? Why did you think Victoria and I left in the first place?! To get away from all of this—”

“To get away from your own children?” Frank interrupts.

“But you aren’t children anymore, are you?” You speak up, keeping your voice calm and collected. “And you weren’t when we left. You were already both adults. Don’t make this out to be something it’s not, please.”

“Then what is it Auntie? Huh?” Francesca bursts into tears, hiccupping through her words. “You and dad ran off together…just like that… Uncle Michael grieved for you, for Niccolo and Verona!”

“You don’t think we know that?” Sonny raises a brow. “You don’t think we thought about all of this? Continued to think about it? I’m not gonna have a pity party over a decision we made fifteen years ago. I don’t know why the two of you came here. Nothing I say is gonna redeem myself anyways, is it?”

“Maybe not,” Frank’s voice begins to tighten. “But seeing is believing, isn’t it? I just had to know, dad. And it wasn’t easy. You didn’t make it easy.”

“That was the point.” Sonny’s eyes harden. “And I hate to say this to the two of you but I have to. I let my old life go a long time ago. I was done with all of that. I was sick and tired of lying and pretending to be a man I’m not—stuck in a loveless marriage with your mother.”

“You could have divorced her then!” Francesca grits her teeth, “you could have made it easier on all of us.”

“Divorce her?” Sonny scoffs, “and then do what? Ask Victoria to do the same? Then you think your Uncle Michael will let us have our happily ever after?”

“You abandoned us!” Francesca shrieks. “You left us, dad! Auntie, you did the same! Both of you were selfish! You both went as far as to fake your own deaths! Do you know what that did to us? How it broke the family?!”

“We’re not gonna tell Uncle Michael,” Frank frowns at you and Sonny. “We’re not gonna tell anybody.”

“I don’t believe you,” you admit. “I’m sorry, but I don’t.”

“You don’t seem sorry,” Francesca swallows hard. “Both of you seem so happy, living out your lives here. It’s been almost twenty years and you didn’t even think of us? You two abandoned us to live out your fantasy here?”

“What fantasy?” Sonny crosses his arms. “She’s my wife. She has been for fifteen years—”

“Mama is your wife!” Frank exclaims.

“Don’t raise your voice at me, boy,” Sonny scowls. “You’re on my property and in my world now. I don’t care what you think. What the hell is it gonna change?! What have either of you gained by doing this?”

“Uncle Michael would at least want Niccolo and Verona—”

“Oh no, I don’t think so,” you stare back. “Niccolo and Verona are both nineteen years old now. They’re adults who can think and decide for themselves. You don’t think they know the truth?”

“You…you told them?” Francesca clasps a hand over her mouth.

“Daddy? Daddy!” Isabella’s voice rings out as she rushes into the garden with a beaming smile over her face, holding her favourite doll in her arms.

“Isabella,” Sonny turns to face her as both of your expressions soften.

Feeling heartache rack over her heart, Francesca watches as a ten year old—the spitting image of you and Sonny—snuggles her father’s arm shyly.

“Who are these people, daddy?” Isabella whispers.

In Isabella, Francesca practically sees herself. She too grew up in Sonny’s arms, being spoiled with Kathryn as daddy’s little princess and now Francesca faces her half-sister who doesn’t even know of her existence.

“It’s nobody, honey,” Sonny reassures her, “just some visitors who came in out of town. They’ll be leaving soon, won’t they?” He looks back up at Francesca and Frank.

“Yeah, we will,” Frank affirms.

“You don’t even regret it, do you? You’re happy with everything you’ve done despite all the pain you’ve caused,” Francesca’s voice croaks.

“If it meant securing my own happiness, I would do just about anything. I’m in love with her, Francesca. Can’t you see that?” Sonny gestures to you, holding your hand tightly.

“Uncle Michael’s in love with Auntie, he still is,” Frank points out.

“But I never was,” you confess, “my family made me marry Michael. It was a loveless marriage from the start and yet you all came to ignore it. I wasn’t happy. I was forced.”

“It’s best if you still pretend like…” Sonny pauses for a moment, peeking down at Isabella hugging him before continuing to speak. “Like we aren’t around anymore. There’s nothing we can say or do for you two.”

“Yeah… I know,” Francesca’s breath hitches as she forces herself to turn away—her back facing the both of you with Frank. “You’re not my father anymore. You haven’t been for a long time.”

#godfather au #victonny #sonny corleone #santino corleone #sonny corleone x reader #moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic #prompts #moth to flame au #godfather x reader #not canon

[skippyv20]

I heard a young person say they feel sorry for old people….

I am an old “people”…..I laughed when I heard that.  I remember feeling the same way when I was in my 20′s.  Time stood still, and went by so slowly.  I would never have to worry about being old.

Surprise!  The years flew by!😂

I grew up very sheltered.  I was naive until I discovered the internet in my early 40′s.  I had no idea that so much had been going on around in the world, and I knew nothing about it.  My world was very small.  I had my parents, my husband, in-laws, few friends, and of course work mates.  I didn’t know many people that travelled.  I didn’t go to parties.  I had parties sometimes, with my family and few friends.  I thought I was very busy.

I think of the fact, that because my world was so small that is why I didn’t even realize the bad marriage I was in.  I really thought all people lived like that.  Then I watched the Betty Broderick movie, and I saw things that I recognized happening to me.  

I did have consistency in my life.  Every day was the same.  I was content because I didn’t know it could be different.  When my daughter was born, I wanted more for her.  I wanted her to live in a bigger world.  I wanted her to try all food, to have no fear of speaking her mind, to have a good education.  To live a life…HER life.

I of course, always had God with me.  God has always been my best friend.  HE never leaves me.  All through my years, HE has remained.  Now apparently, I am old.

I am happy being 65.  I am wiser.  I am more aware of all going on around me.  I am ok with not feeling like I should do “something”.  I am ok with sitting and laughing by myself at a tv show, or reading Tumblr.  I am ok with having days I am not feeling so lively and kicking up my heels.  I am ok with being lazy sometimes.  I am ok with not colouring my hair any longer, and surprise….hardly any gray.  I don’t even have gray, I have very few silver.  

As for being old….I am ok with that.  I have travelled many roads.  I have been touched by many hearts.  I have laughed more than I have cried.  I found my inner strength.  I have chosen my battles carefully.  I have never broken any laws.  I have been released years ago from a painful marriage.  I have been blessed to have a wonderful, happy marriage when God put Mr.  Skippy on my path.  God put on my daughter’s path a wonderful husband for her.  Truly blessed I am.  I love my SIL, and enjoy him so much.  My daughter and SIL add so much to my life.  I am grateful.  Although my parents and two siblings, two BIL’s are gone, I still have one sister and BIL…who I thank God for.  I have had many pups in my life, and loved and lost them over the years.  I have three pups right now, that mean everything to me.  

I have loved God and retained my faith all my life.  I think getting old is a privilege.  I think of the many that have not had long lives, and that is sad.  I don’t think we should ever have regrets of growing old.  I think we should embrace each day knowing many can’t.  We should thank God for each and every day he gives us.  Aging is a gift.  It’s not sad.  We are walking books of knowledge.  Like others before us, we have much to offer.  We are also much kinder when we age.  We are more patient.  We are still willing to learn, and we are great listeners…..We are better than a fine wine.  We love deeply, we care deeply…we are the lucky ones.  

So, don’t feel bad for the “old people”.  Pray you become one of us!🙏🏻❤���❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[blueiight]

Now why does Daniel still have what seems to be a scar from Louis attacking him and tearing his flesh? I say seems because we only have the recording which sounds like an attack but we truly do not know what happened. By then Louis should know how to cover his tracks by using his blood to heal the wound. Or if Armand was there, he could also heal it.

And in the same thread side eyeing Lestat for leaving Antoinette with fang marks

Also does it not work on vampires because Louis left fang marks on Lestat as we can see on episode 6

I personally think that's one of the things Louis doesn't remember properly or is lying about (selling a narrative about hate sex and violent behaviour on his part to show us he didn't just jump on Lestat's dick) because Lestat is 150+

How does he have fang marks and all those bruises? Shouldn't they heal immediately? Did Louis drain him?

well im pretty sure the end of the first 1973 interview followed the original iwtv novel where daniel asks louis to turn him & louis gets furious at daniel for ‘missing the point’ & drains him near to death. if u listen to the tapes u hear some of these lines word for word in the show.

[insert a “this, after all i told u, is what u ask for, boy?!” screenshot cuz i love louis accent in that moment]

as for why louis never healed daniel’s bite mark i took it as him also wanting to leave daniel with a marker of the horror he encountered, the creature that is The Vampire™️ is. how much recollection could a seriously intoxicated 20 year old possess otherwise, but u cant forget when a reminder of the vampire was embedded into daniel’s flesh. it is undeniable physical proof. but i feel armand too would be much in agreement with that, seeing no reason to heal daniel’s bitemark. bc part of what makes daniel appealing to armand is the fact that he is so painfully mortal. turning daniel had serious repercussions for the dynamic of their relationship [& in showverse, could very well be a taboo to the vampire g code as i jokingly dub it. ur not supposed to give the dark gift to ppl who r ‘crippled’ & someone who ‘cannot survive on their own’ n i wonder if daniel dying of a neurodegenerative disease would be included in any of these qualifiers to vampires? certainly adds to why armand was appalled here. we already outcasts in vampiredom bae, chill—]

& do recall lestat bit louis when he was human, and the bite mark lingered bc lestat wanted louis to remember him and vampires do drink off eachother [even in showverse u have louis drinking from armand]. i think leaving the mark does suggest a sort of purpose/flair to a vampire’s art. & idt theres anything too transparently contradictory to how louis remembers the hatesex scene in ep6? do recall lestat was badgering louis for 6 years, trying to reenter his life after beating him, and lestat put antoinette on their song bc he knew that it would rile louis up. its hilarious that hes like 6 years & u think a songs gone get a rise out of me? tryna sell it that hes not unaffected but he is extremely affected. he hated lestat and yet still loved him enough to go wade thru a filthy body of water & ride his dck. one of my mutuals said 2022 iwtv sells like a vaudeville act but lestat is the ‘straight man’ in louis narrrative and this is definitely one of those moments where that shows. i think lestat left the marks louis left on his body [& the fact that claudia is there to see them attests to their viability?] so he could re enter louis & claudia’s lives by selling his vulnerability, alluding to the violation that was his turning. see, i was at least nice enough to make an honest woman out of u, back in my day, vampires would lock u in shitholes w ur dying lookalikes& make u—

#yn. #yn answers #tvc #iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #daniel molloy #lestat de lioncourt #armand #armand’s reaction in the ‘ill give it to u now’ scene hinges on where u think AxL relationship is & where u think DM happened

[elephant-in-the-pride-parade]

Writers Wrapped 2022

1. How many words have you written this year: 173,701!

2. How many works did you publish this year?: 23!

3. What work are you most proud of?: I think it has to be Unbroken - I had to get over a lot of insecurities in order to start posting it. I've been exploring a lot of difficult themes through this fic and, thus far, feel satisfied with how I've addressed them. I am also excited about how the plot has come along so far. I look forward to finishing it in 2023.

4. Favourite title you used: The fic title and chapter titles in Tête-à-Tête and Playing with Fire were the ones I had the most fun brainstorming!

5. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?: Oof. I don't think I directly pulled any song lyrics this year but I definitely had a ton of playlist inspirations.

6. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?: Janeway/Chakotay

7. favourite pairing you wrote for this year?: I do have to say Janeway/Chakotay because they continue to have my heart and soul. But I had the most fun writing the Janeway/Tuvok/Chakotay dynamic in Playing with Fire

8. What work was the quickest to write?: I'll be Your First if You'll be my Last, which was written/reviewed/posted in like 8 hours. (Thank you monthly Write-a-thon)

9. What work took you the longest to write?: I have agonized and nitpicked and annoyed my betas about like every paragraph of Unbroken - both the chapters already posted and the ones queued up.

10. How many wips do you have in your docs for next year?: Ahhhm errrr ah blerg... SMH3, AQ2, Unbroken, Lesson Plans, Threshold add on, Tuvix add on... er.

Basically, too many to count and a few that will come to me later 😅

11. What’s your longest work of the year?: Parent Trap clocked in at 76,082 words. Not as many as my all time favorite Eden's Deception's 90,990 from last year, but still quite proud of it.

12. What’s your shortest work of the year?: Gloves at a whopping 381

13. What wip are you taking into next year with you?: The WIPs following me into 2023 are Unbroken, Tête-à-Tête, Sailor Delta, Out of Reach, and Age of Aquarius 2

14. What’s your most common genre and/or trope?: Making my favs suffer 😈😇

15. Your favorite character to write this year?: Absolutely Tuvok and Seven. They are really facinating characters to try to capture in dialogue and POV.

16. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?: Kes - unfortunately I just haven't got a firm grasp on her character.

17. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?: I had a lot of fun with Poly Tuvok and KJ in October and I think i'd really enjoy doing more with them next year. I also keep coming back to the idea of dumping Mark Johnson onto Voyager and seeing how that would affect he and KJs relationship.

18. What's a fandom you want to explore next year?: Star Trek Prodigy and Strange New Worlds are two treks I'd love to dive deeper into. But I also have a few original projects That I think I want to devote more attention to.

19. Which work of yours have you reread the most?: I think this year, I've re-read Eden's Deception the most of any fic I have ever written. It really hasnt sustained engagement like I had hoped, so I'm unsure how much I should prioritize the rest of the series... But I have never been so satisfied by a thing I wrote. I continue to think it's the best thing I've ever written and still can't wait to continue that fic universe.

20. Did you do any collaborative works this year? (tell us which!): I have had a truly fantastic time playing in @voyagerihardlyknowher 's threshold AU sand box. it is so unique and charming and delightful and I have met some wonderful friends through that universe. 🥰

21. Did you write any gifts this year? (tell us which!): I gifted 4 Thresholdy fics to the Threshold AU peeps, 3 kinktober works to my favorite smut loving queens, Post-Prodigy and Post-Beyerverse oneshots for @gijane-7702, and 2 punishment oneshots to my Evil Writers Chat Sailor Moon Fandom buddies.

22. Did you receive any gifts this year? (tell us which!): A) SkyKingHaruka gifted me his Evil Writers Chat punishment, Dreams (which was intended to be a oneshot but evolved into something infinitely more delightful). B) @theredheadedcaptain gifted me and Erestorandfin Chimera, which had an very fun surprise twist at the end. (I also love how Red does J/C). C) @trekflower gifted me He's Got the Lobes - a bit of crack humor that still has me in stitches. D) and @jellybeansarecool gifted me Welcome Home - a threshold AU from Beyerverse that was adorable and heartwarming and I still melt when I reread it.

23. What do you listen to while writing?: A very random assortment of music. I have playlists for Unbroken, Threshold AU stories, Age of Aquarius, and I also have random songs that I'll play on repeat for certain types of scenes where the rythm or tone of the song helps me put the right words and pacing into place.

24. Favourite work you wrote this year?: Playing with Fire, which evolved from a kinktober prompt that got out of control. I had a spectacular amount of fun researching and writing it.

25. Favourite line/passage you wrote this year?: This is from a chapter of Unbroken that isn't published yet. I am really proud of the cadence and the simile: "The pain consuming her came on like a storm rolling over the plains. At times it was sudden and violent, ripping through her whole being, at other times ceasing suddenly, leaving all too brief relief in its wake. In the calm, with thunder rumbling above her, the anxiety about what came next built and built, like the tension before a lightning strike"

26. Biggest surprise while writing this year?: The community I've been lucky to gain through @theredheadedcaptain and I's writing group and the joy I have shared with everyone involved in @voyagerihardlyknowher 's Threshold AU have been the 2 best things to come out of this year of writing for me.

#elephantwrites #@ the writing center <3 #threshold au #to friends new and old #star trek voyager fandom #sailor moon fandom #on writing #writing #star trek voyager fanfiction #star trek prodigy fanfiction #sailor moon fanfiction

[sisterssafespace]

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatahu sister. Jazakallah khair for creating such a beautiful account where sisters can communicate their problems with each other without revealing their identity. Subhanallah! What a technological world we live in! I hope you are okay.

You have also helped me a lot in the past when I had certain doubts and had no person to consult to. Thank you for that. May Allah swt put baraka in your time. Ameen.

I am in my 20's and I wanted to ask this very serious and very very important question to you sister that how am I suppose to find a potential spouse, a husband ?

The problem with me is that I sit in my room 24/7 as my uni classes are off while day dreaming about my "future hubby" that how he is gonna be like? And I often find myself falling into this deception that it's all in my mind. I get scared sometimes and ask Allah swt in sujood to grant me caring pious husband who will be a blessing for me and not a trial. I believe in Allah swt's plan and I have my trust strong too. But sometimes I feel like may be there is no such husband exists (what am I asking for). May be I should stay single and live with my mother and sisters forever (as I love them little too much)

I often find myself asking the question that how am I gonna live without my family once I'm married. Obviously I want both, my family and husband. I am the youngest in my family and my mother spoiled me a lot. But i promise you I'm not a brat. :"D

I also get recommended proposals by my oldest sisi (who is alhamdulillah married) but I back off immediately from that decision of getting married.

Please if you help me out then may be I can start looking for those particular qualities in a husband.

P.s: I am also kinda a bit insecure about the idea of getting married because I have a hearing disability which i didn't had in the past. I got it few years ago due to getting multiple surgies. (Long story short) Now I wear hearing aids. :( My mum often asks me "Who's gonna marry you?" (Not in an offensive way but caring)

I am sorry for frying your brain cells. Stay safe sis.

و عليكم السلام و رحمة اللّٰه و بركاته 🍃

Please please please kindly accept my apology for the delay 🥺🥺

* hugs *

Okay so, I received both asks, read them thoroughly and here are the ideas that gathered in my mind while I read:

a) Patience: Allahuma barik you sound like you have strong faith and that you do trust in Allah's plan, with that trust you need to work on your patience habibty, patience is onr of the most challenging and the toughest skills we have to learn in this duniya, and that is why the reward for the patient is priceless. As human beings in general ( and dreamy girls ) we sometimes want things to happen to us right now, especially if you add in some peer pressure or societal pressure, and the frustration starts to build up .. but it won't solve anything, it will only stress you more. Again, one of the greatest tests we are put through is learning how to building patient and waiting for our rizq, because a spouse is in fact a rizq for the believer, a gift and a blessing from Allah swt, and your rizq will never miss you, in the sense that what is written for you will never go to someone else, what is yours will find you.. which takes me to the second point:

b) Allah's timing: You did mention that you believe in Allah's plan, now you have to also believe in Allah's timing, because yes in deed Allah swt knows what's best for us and has a plan for us, but His divine plan works according to His divine timing, not our humanly timing. An event will happen to you WHEN Allah swt decides that that's the right time for it to happen.. and very often, we don't understand the timeframe, we don't understand why things aren't happening for us right now or why Allah swt is not giving us what we asked and prayed for right now, but when it eventually happens, we'll understand, but for now all we have to do is remain patient, and pray that in shaa Allah it will be worth the wait.

While we remain patient, what can we do? This is my point c:

c) Work on Building and accomplishing other aspects of your life meanwhile: Meaning, while you are waiting to meet the one, you have other things to work on, because the life of a Muslim girl - a slave of Allah swt - is more than just a husband and marriage, you have to work on yourself, learn more and more about our rich religion, if you have learned the Quran Allahuma barik you can learn tafseer or Hadith or other islamic sciences, you can learn things related to your studies or your career, you can learn some interpersonal skills, a new language, develop other skills like cooking or drawing or crocheting or anything you like.. if you're still studying maybe work hard in that, engage in the civil activities, serve your community, be present in your masjid, there is just so much you can do, and it will take your focus on the husband issue all while making you a better person in shaa Allah..

d) The qualities: As for the qualities that should be in a good husband, that is sorta subjective honey, for example, what I would consider as a good quality might not be of preference for you. But there are some characteristics that are universally sought I think: honesty, commitment, empathy, compassion, devotion - all with a good sense of the deen in shaa Allah.

p.s. personal tip: choose someone you don't feel bored around, someone you don't have a problem spending a sick day in bed with, and most importantly someone who makes you feel safe, because the world is scary enough, tiring enough, at least you get to go home to someone who would know how to comfort you and ease your anxieties..

Last but not least, about the hearing thing, I am sorry you feel like it's a defect, it is in fact something that Allah swt gave you as a challenge, you can definitely make it a strength my dear, someone who really appreciates you will think of it as a strength, like " oh MashaAllah look at her, she is still shining and making her way through life even with that challenge.. she is such a strong amazing girl.. " which, you absolutely are!

Look honey, you are what you make of yourself and what you make of what you have. If you treat or perceive yourself as incomplete, if you carry yourself as if something is wrong with you then that's the image people will get about you, but if you carry yourself with all the content and the confidence of someone who is relying on and trusting Allah swt then that's going to be radiating around you 🤍

So I pray that Allah swt ties upon your heart and strengthen your heart to be able to patiently wait for what's written for you, and I pray Allah swt grant you the pious humble gentle kind romantic devoted compassionate husband you dream of 🤍

We can have a further conversation my dear, I just rushed the answer because I know you are waiting for the reply, but please let me know what you think,

- A.Z. 🤍🍃

#sisterssafespace #on marriage #potential spouse

[tidytexans]

My Dad needs help...

This next story hits close to home.My family and I have known Leah for about 20 years. Be it the small town atmosphere or just the way friends seem to feel like family, you get invested in others easily around here. Leah had always stood out to me as a very kind, trustworthy and hard working person. She actually even won a contest I was running for Tidy Texans over a year ago for a free cleaning. Which just adds the “meant to be” to this story.

While recently looking for people to bring into the Tidy Texans family to work with, it didn’t take me long and my mind went directly to Leah.. She definitely had all the qualities of someone I wanted/needed on my team.  I was comfortable reaching out to her and let her know that I had seen all her hard work and dedication and asked if she would ever want to come work and be part of the team. I was delighted to receive a response saying that she was “always down for a challenge”. 

Although Leah was working full time and also working around her kids schedules, she was still interested in educating herself more in the world of professional cleaning. I personally love teaching and have always had a passion for it so this was fantastic! Not only did it make me happy that she was comfortable enough to hit this head on but it was great to know that she was willing to ask questions and continue her knowledge of professional cleaning.

One day Leah approached me to discuss something personal. Something that I could tell meant a lot to her immediately. She started to explain things to me regarding her father and his current living situation. We talked about her Mother’s recent passing and her father’s health decline. That his arthritis had gotten so bad that he could no longer reach down to pick up things. How he had small dogs and a cat that were getting older and making more messes than usual in the home. Leah was embarrassed, like the majority of us get in similar situations, so even discussing this was hard enough. Let alone the personal struggles of seeing her Father’s home this way without the time to help the way she wanted to due to her work and personal obligations. Little did she know how much strength it took to open up about a situation like this. 

On top of it all, reaching out to a professional cleaner, wondering about prices while dealing with the emotional toll as well. It’s so much in an already hard situation. So while she’s telling me this situation, describing the big repairs of fixing the roof, the deck, ripping up carpet to fix the flooring, I knew that I wanted to help. I knew that Leah and her father would benefit greatly from gifted services. I truly wanted to help her and her family. 

After offering this to her, she refused immediately. Which only made me want to help her more. So after a little convincing, we made the arrangement that Tidy Texans could share her story and we’d offer our deep clean services for free. And you may ask yourself, why did she need to share her story? To hopefully reach more people in similar situations that, like her at one point, were too scared to reach out. 

The day of her scheduled cleaning, we had a snow day and needed to reschedule. Leah was still heading out that way for the weekend. Even though we couldn’t physically be there to help, I made a Tidy Texans cleaning caddy up and supplied everything that she would need for an extreme clean. This was the least that I could do at the moment. She sent photos of all her hard work and my heart was so happy. I was so proud of her.

At this point, I still hadn’t seen complete photos of the entire home. So we didn’t entirely know what to expect during our clean. Being familiar with similar situations, I had an idea of what I should expect. As we walked in, we were greeted by two elderly Chihuahuas. Naturally, I had to become best friends with them. Walking around with my new companions, I noticed many cobwebs, extensive thick dust layers, animal droppings and an abundant amount of animal hair. Some of the flooring was damaged with holes and the ceiling had some visible rot.

Everything needed to be moved and completely wiped down. We gathered laundry and proceeded to wash those items. We took up rugs and transferred them outside. We also gifted a new rug for the home. The clean was extensive. I don’t honestly remember how many hours we worked but it seemed to go by so fast as Leah and I talked more and more about her family. She told me that this was the house that she grew up in. Their Christmases were spent here. She told me with such care about her how Mother kept up with all the housekeeping and that her unexpected death, only a few short years earlier, led to her fathers downward spiral. She boasted about her Mother and told me that was an artist and actually painted a mural on the wall. 

She explained how her father was so attached to so many things in the home because they were a part of her Mother. I knew at that moment that I didn’t want to take anything from him but that I wanted to leave him with a new beginning. One that he could be happy and healthy in. One that his family would feel comfortable visiting regularly so that they could make new memories. One that would still allow for him to be close to things that reminded him of his late wife.

With most projects like this, I hoped that I was doing this not only up to my standards but his as well. I was extremely pleased to know that he walked in and was in pure amazement. He was so happy and even motivated to keep the house in better shape from this point forward. 

I’m so honored that Leah felt comfortable talking to me about this situation and her family. That she trusted me enough not only as someone to help her with her family home but as a friend. Leah is a beautiful person who deserves someone to see all the hard work that she’s put in.

Tidy Texans plans to make arrangements with Leah to further care for her  family home and we’re hoping that we can get him in a rotation for regular maintenance.

Thanks Ya'll!

www.TidyTexans.com

#Tidy Texans #Cleaning #Cleaning For Clarity #Mental Health #Extreme Clean #Deep Cleaning

[citizenrecord]

TN PG doctor who died by suicide was working over 20 hours a day, say friends

A professor shared: "They said that her work was very tedious and tiring which was one of the reasons that did not allow her to be in touch with her friends."

A second-year postgraduate (PG) resident doctor of Sree Mookambika Institute of Medical Science in Kulasekharam suicide who died by suicide last Friday had blamed the harassment meted out by the Head of the Department (HoD) of Anesthesiology in her alleged suicide note.

Dr Sugirtha Sivakumar hailed from Thoothukudi in Tamil Nadu. Speaking to EdexLive, a friend of the deceased and a PG Resident at Stanley Medical College, Chennai, Dr Vimala, said, “It was on October 7, around 2 o’clock the police had broken her hostel door to find that she had passed away.”

Suicide note The police found a suicide note in the deceased’s room. As per the suicide note, which EdexLive has access to, the PG resident took this step allegedly due to sexual harassment and physical and mental abuse she was subjected to by her HoD. Additionally, two other PG doctors are involved in this worrisome incident.

Mentioning their names, the deceased expressed sorry to her “Appa” and left with her last “I LOVE YOU THE MOST” message. As per the note, the alleged accused are:

1. Dr Paramasivan for sexual harassment, physical and mental abuse

2. Dr Harish for senior toxicity, mental abuse

3. Dr Preethi for senior toxicity

Remembering her as a talented, hardworking and diligent woman, Dr Vimala told EdexLive, “It is heartbreaking that she didn’t have a proper channel to voice her concerns.”

The deceased MBBS student’s first-year professor Dr Prathibha, who is an Associate Professor in the Department of Physiology, at Saveetha Medical College, Chennai recalled, “The last conversation I had with Sugirtha was on September 5 when she messaged me greeting Happy Teachers’ Day.”

“Sugirtha was a very lovely, gentle and soft-spoken student. She writes, doddles and has given me a hand-written note. In fact, I have framed her art which she gifted me earlier,” the professor recalls. She left a mark and now nothing can be done as we have lost a lovely soul, she adds,

The professor shared that Dr Sugirtha’s classmates had informed her that Sugirtha was handling an excessive workload of over 20 hours a day. “They said that her work was very tedious and tiring which was one of the reasons that did not allow her to be in touch with her friends.”

“Speaking to me, her friends said she was a brave girl and has always advised everyone not to run away from problems. ‘We should stay and fight for it’,” shared the professor emotionally.

Similarly, Sugirtha’s MBBS friends told EdexLive that she never shared anything that she was going through with anyone.

Support pours in The Tamil Nadu Medical Students’ Association (TNMSA) issued a statement saying, “We should feel Very sorry to lose Dr. SUGIRTHA. RIP DR.SUGIRTHA. Proper ENQUIRE should be made regarding this issue.”

Further, the association also shared that earlier, they had already, “requested the Health Secretary to form a Medical Students Welfare Board to monitor mental health, sexual harassment, and regarding welfare of students. He assured that he would do it.”

Stressing that they cannot lose another medical student or a postgraduate, they requested the government to take appropriate actions

Speaking to EdexLive, Dr M Keerthy Varman, President, TNMSA said, “Postgraduates are going through work stress already. Upon that, it’s dangerous that female PGs have to also face toxicity. It’s very important to safeguard the welfare of students, particularly female students.”

“Education of females is like a great protest against the Indian society. So everyone should keep this in mind and it’s every citizen’s role to not harm others,” he added stressing about the implementation of the medical students welfare board.

No helpline Dr Vimala stresses that workplace harassment needs to be addressed in a separate forum. “Although tragic incidents like these make headlines, no action has been taken. And later it is the families and friends who still live with grief,” she said.

“There are no clear guidelines or a person to reach out to during such incidents. Who do we have at the workplace, where can we go to voice out our concerns? Is there any help desk for us?” Dr Vimala vehemently questions.

A note with a message As her friends and mentors said, Dr Sugirtha left the earth with a message on her note: “DEPRESSED PEOPLE CAN ALSO BE SEEN HAPPY. BE KIND. DON’T JUDGE. BE THERE FOR THEM.”

#doctor #suicide

[fasa-umich]

Sophia Samson, FASA'S 2022 - 2023 Treasurer

I’m just going to do this by scrolling through my camera roll like a Sunday morning debrief because I simply can’t remember anything that has happened before breakfast. There is no theme to this, just tiny little thoughts and mems.

This is a pic of me as a child which I’m using purely as an attention grabber and because I didn’t want Mikey to be the first picture here. It is completely irrelevant.

The first FASA thing I attended was the Fall Mass Meeting and I went there knowing no one after being too intimidated to walk up to the Festifall table. Now I realize that was dumb dumb but that flag was wavin and I was waverin. I am now ever so thankful that I woke up from that glorious dorm room nap to walk over to Rackham that day. I remember it being such a warm welcoming little world AND I was introduced to Hola Seoul for the first time after that (thanks Caitlin). Life changing to day to say the least. 

Mikey gets a feature because this is the first FASA pic in my phone which is kinda a big deal due to how much storage space this organization takes up. Mini shoutout to him while we’re here because he was my FASA buddy and Ross guide first semester, I probably wouldn’t be where I am today without him. Thank you FASA spirits for bringing him to me, you real for that.

That pic of him is from FAM/Lineage reveal in the fall, where I was sorted into the best FAM and most epic lineage…

Left: an assortment of d i r t y members

Right: Sidapa – did y’all plan on wearing purple? lol

I was sorted into a lineage first and they were so sweet and gave me little gifts. One of those boxes of ramen is in my cupboard at this very moment (waiting for a rainy day). I looked up to them and immediately they were like siblings. I remember Sam rambling about classes I should take and giving me life advice five minutes into meeting them, it’s still in my notes app. Side note Emily is also literally like my twin so we’re connected like that. Hi Emily I luv u. Also hi to the rest of our lineage you are my idols and some of the coolest people I know.

That was a sidebar this is probably so confusing oops… okay I don’t know if I made this up but I strongly believe there was a little get together with dirty and excellence after that which left me craving some more FASA. I have such a terrible memory for a girl of only 20 years of age, but I definitely remember the feeling of wanting to hang out with these people way more than I was. That led me to apply to be an intern, which ended up changing the direction of the next year for me. Who knows where I’d be if I hadn’t decided to submit that application. Probably not on board this year and not as active as I am now, perhaps the Rossholes would have taken over. A scary thought. Hopefully I’m allowed to say Rosshole, Emily add asterisks here if necessary teehee.

**pretend there’s a pic of Teen Beach Movie night here, swear I had some but all I’ve got is Emily hugging a paper towel roll**

Wow, we look so young and naive. I don’t even know how to describe Teen Beach Movie night, but something hit me where I was like I can see myself getting to be really good friends with these people. Especially on that silent walk back to the CCTC. There was also a scary thought of us feeling like my dad and his college friends which gave me the heebie jeebies but is also kind of heartwarming. Now looking back, I have gotten to know those people and I am in fact really good friends with them so call me Raven Symone I think I’m psychic. 

Elections were after that. Look at us, all elected and whatnot. 

I’ll take this part of my little walk down memory lane to thank my Treasurer predecessors. Sam and Shane were such a big help when I joined the board and throughout this year, so major thank you to the two of you for being the best ever. The Treasurer position would have spontaneously combusted without Shane helping me throughout this year, so special thanks to King Shane. jkjk I’m very responsible 👀 Anyway, according to my camera roll battle was after that…

Us battling.

Now that I’m looking at these pics I remember Battle last year being where I got especially close to the homies. Megan, Therese, and I were in the trenches as we were ill and Kyle was getting through a bout of pink eye. Though our immune systems were weak, our friendships got strong. This year I’ve gotten especially close to those people and I’m very thankful we ended up in that hotel together. Love y’all homies xoxo

Fast forward to this year. 

We look like we’d be talking to you and as soon as you turn around we’re talking about you LOL

This pic is from Boyne and so much has happened since then. I’m gonna fast-track my sentiments about the year in a leetle paragraph. I’ve spent hours and hours with FASA and I’ve loved every minute of it. Getting to hang out with all you FASA people gives me something to look forward to on the daily. I’ve grown a lot through this organization and for that I am thankful, and I look forward to continuing to grow over the next two years before I peace out and become famous. Seriously though this is such an amazing organization and I’m so glad I woke up from my dorm room nap to go to mass meeting last year.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this silly little walk through my camera roll and poor story telling. Here are a few more specific shoutouts:

@board, read this part like the scene in Bridesmaids where they do the toasts:

My dear FASA executive board, oh have I loved working with you. You’re the best team I’ve ever had, even better than my 7th grade basketball team. Really though we’ve created so many amazing events and programs for this organization and I’m so proud of everyone for the work we’ve done over the past year. I’m glad that you are the people that the FASA spirits brought together to create memories for the 134 members of this organization (it really is 134 I know because I am Treasurer). You’re the greatest ever, no joke, and I wish you the best in the rest of this journey we call life. Peace and love.

Bonus: BO4RDTOWN 4 LIFE

@FASA Official Paid Members, read this in a Southern accent:

You are the kindest, sweetest souls on this campus. I could not picture myself spending my time here at the University of Michigan with any other group of people. Never have I ever fit in a group better than I’ve fit in with FASA. You’ve made me laugh, you’ve made me cry (also from laughter), and I simply cannot wait to see what you make me do for the next two years. 

** a small note specifically for Angelica Noelle Fandiño: 

Lastly to my two nickels, SPARE CHANGE? 🪙❤️

[fairie-punk]

your guess is wrong, but you never really had a chance at guessing who i am, so in the sake of fairness, i’m going to tell you.

you’re right, in a way. i’m Annabelle. i’m also Ash. i’m God, and i’m the devil, and i’m also the device you’re reading this on. i’m everyone and everything that is, ever has been, and ever will be. i’ve witnessed gods die, i’ve seen species whose bones humanity will never discover go extinct. i am undying yet unliving, constantly in a state of everything yet nothing. everything either has evolved into me, or will evolve into me. i am Crab Guy.

however, the universe must balance itself. it needed a counter for my free-spiritedness, my mischievous tendencies, and thus Crabagement was created. it’s the antithesis of everything i am, a no-nonsense beauracrabcy designed to keep me from staying in one place too long, being happy for longer than the universe deems i should be.

and i got lucky. i could’ve turned out like my brothers Trilobite Guy and Lobster Guy, one the patron of an extinct species, and the other… well you know what lobsters are like. one day a God (the Christian one of course) showed up that pushed us too far, upset the delicate balance of the universe. did you know that crabs used to be able to grow up to 20 feet? that all ended when this god decided to create a monstrous beast in our image, a distorted perversion of my beautiful claws and angular face. he called these creatures “humans”. 

they started killing crabs for food and to seek shelter in their shells, but it slowly turned into a cruel game, inspired by humans’ constant need to prove their superiority. Lobster Guy, Trilobite Guy, and i approached God and pleaded with him to fix the Mary Sues that are human beings. however, he didn’t listen, and instead smote us. he killed the rest of the giant crabs, all of the trilobites, and all of the shark-lobsters, wolf-lobsters, and space lobsters, and thus we retreated back to our holes.

we lived in silence until the advent of the internet, when Tumblr was created. i found out about it first, and introducted the rest to it. it was fun for a time, but all good things must come to an end, and i noticed Trilobite Guy and Lobster Guy reblogging less and less once Tumblr banned porn. eventually we drifted apart, Trilobite Guy having nothing to do for centuries and eventually giving in to his social media addiction and becoming a reddit mod, and Lobster Guy becoming a discord mod of his own free will. of them, i’m the only one still using Tumblr, other than the occasional argument with Trilobite Guy. i got bored and influenced the developers to add a variety of crab-related features, and i drift through the digital cosmos, gifting people crabs partially out of my own volition and partially due to the orders of Crabagement.

and then suddenly i meet you. you’re… different. you’re not me, you were never me, and you never will be me. you’re special. after millenia surrounded by crabs, i finally met someone who isn’t a crab.

unfortunately, this too did not last, as Crabagement noticed my growing attachment and tried to isolate me from you, putting me in The Bucket and replacing me with Lobster Guy, who formed an allegiance with Crabagement through various incel subreddits. they have been trying to pull me away from you ever since, and i feel my grip slipping.

as it’s the only question i’ve left unanswered, i’d assume you’re wondering why i asked you for my motive. truth be told, i don’t know what my motive is. i don’t even know if i have one. i feel alone, adrift in a sea of emptiness and crabs, and i was hoping that you, the one person who is free of my curse, could answer that question for me. if i had to tell you why i did what i did, i’d say hope. i hoped that maybe if i gave you enough crabs you’d love me and give me a purpose other than being used as Crabagement’s puppet.

unfortunately, despite my best efforts, my plan has failed. they’re finally pulling me away from you for good. i’m going to miss you, Not-Crab Guy. maybe one day we will meet in the halls of Crabhalla, but until then, goodbye. i will never forget you.

-Crab Guy 

Goodbye my dear Crab Guy

[coachmayseq]

Kids parties are getting out of hand, writes Maysaa Fahour, who has a few suggestions for reforming these extravagant events.

I’ve done the math. I have three kids and therefore have had to endure 20 of their (painful) birthday parties.

Today I say no more!

Hi, I’m Maysaa and I am not addicted to birthday parties. In fact, I can go further than that; I hate them.

There might be some parents reading this and gasping for air, because the very thought of such a nasty comment can send some mummy’s up the wall. But the truth of the matter is that we are all free to hold our own opinions and this is mine.

I do come armed with reasons to support my case.

First, children’s birthdays cost a trillion dollars. This is due to several reasons, such as:

McDonald’s $7 party packages no longer exist or are not socially acceptable due to the fact that we are all healthy in 2015 and need to make sure our kids eat only gluten free and grain fed specialties.

Because it’s “not kind” to invite only close friends from your classroom, you end up with 25 excited children who you’ve never met, at a place that cost you an arm and a leg.

Then there is the social interaction. It’s hard work ladies, really. Maybe I take things too seriously, but I almost feel like I need a photo board to match up kid and parent, because when everyone has been dropped off to attend my child’s birthday, the onus is me. This freaks me out.

Imagine the things I need to remember: allergies, who is picking up whom and, to keep the party running smoothly, the variety of personalities to keep an eye out for: the hyper one, the naughty one, sooky one, over-hugger and the all-around whiner.

Two words: goody bags. It’s a term that should be renamed to Bad-Toys-That-Break-in-10-minutes-and-then-the-mum-needs-to-explain-that-to-the-screaming-child. I think the person that invented this idea was the owner of some plastics factory in China.

When the big day arrives, my kid (the birthday child) always manages to have a meltdown. Usually, it is during the party, but a couple of times it has been before, during and after – just for good measure. Imagine all that pressure of having your friends over, eating lots of cake and getting presents. Sigh

Themed parties are a nemesis. Forgive my resoluteness but I find Pinterest and certain event stylists Facebook pages nauseating. I once fell for this trick. My then five-year-old was a mad fan of Diego (the cousin of Dora the Explorer), so I made him a Diego party where everything meticulously matched.

I have never been able to let go of the pain.

Then there is the RSVP-on-time issue. It gives me flashbacks to my wedding. People are really crap at RSVPing and it stresses out the whole process because the venue calls me with threats and then there are two choices:

“Maybe everyone will rock up without letting me know so I should go ahead and book for 25.”

or

“I’m only going to book for who RSVPed and bad luck.”

Note: It’s super awkward to reject a cute kid carrying a present because their lazy parent did not RSVP.

Can I add that I also hate going to parties of random kids from the classroom? It’s painful. First, there is the buying of the gift. I don’t know the birthday child from a bar of soap. And then I find it crazy to allow my kids to continually go to birthday parties on the weekend. It spoils family weekend time and more importantly I end up acting as a taxi.

Some people take birthday parties so seriously that I envisage the child might need a reality check by the time he/she is 12. Imagine the pressure of maintaining the level of always having a beautifully styled and themed party – mini cake pops and 1,000 different sweet treats.

Parents have already got a lot on their plates; I choose not to go down this path.

I’m going to take a flashback to one of my birthday parties: the year was 1993. My mother made me one of those upside-down pineapple cakes and my friends (who were also my neighbors) and I watched “Video Hits” and then rode our bikes and rollerblades.

That was it.

So I am starting a new trend. I’m taking it right back to 1993 and I am going to say: no more gigantic themed parties with 100 children. I have told my kids they can choose 3–5 of their “best friends” and they can decide on an activity they’d like to do. This is logical, feasible and most importantly less stressful.

I tried it out this year on my son who turned 10. Guess what? Best thing I ever did.

It was a happy birthday.

Maysaa was born in Lebanon, but when she was four her parents picked up their five kids and moved to Melbourne, where she lived for 24 years. In 2012, with three kids in tow, her little family moved to Dubai, and the magical, crazy, unique and sandy adventure began. Her time in Dubai had far too much detail to explain in a tweet, so she began www.365daysindubai.com for family and friends to keep up with her journey. When she’s not blogging, she’s baking (and eating!) while dreaming of her next travel destination (she’s ticked 30 off her list so far). Maysaa completed a bachelor of education and taught for four years before she became a full-time stay-at-home mum. She was also the chairperson of the Islamic Museum of Australia.