#exhausting. 0/10 would not recommend

[imwritesometimes]

roof leaking. ugly water spot on ceiling of bedroom. despair. agony. panic. millions of phone calls to different contractors. finally. a single kindly older man. very professional. fully licensed. his company can come this week. his company can accept half payment now and half later. no problem. can we actually come earlier? like today? I am 🥹🥹

#the water spot still needs to be taken care of which is.... a lot. need a drywall contractor to literally #cut open my ceiling and replace a bunch of shit but. I have some estimates and guys on the line so hopefully 🤞 next week. maybe. #idk the roof was the main concern cause without it fixed like it's just gonna keep leaking #and it's supposed to rain this weekend and more this month #and now they're in the process of fixing it. before it rains. for like. half payment up front #to say this is uhhhhh like a birthday present to me from the universe is an understatement #my family kept asking me yesterday what I wanted to do for my birthday given the circumstances and I was like #well uhhhh idk I gotta wait to see like. if I'm gonna have a giant hole in my bedroom ceiling from rain or not soooo.... #idk man I just. I'm so thankful for this old man's roofing company lol #but I am also so very very very tired from all this. job hunting and trying to get a leaking roof repaired is #exhausting. 0/10 would not recommend #erin explains it all

[tristealven]

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#being so exhausted that i hear voices #0/10 would not recommend

[honey-and-wildfire]

Hey guys, did you know that uh, if you get covid, it, like, sucks ass? Who knew????

#my whole family has it #baby is getting over it and is much better today; toddler was sick for a day and is now completely fine with just a slight cough sometimes #but my husband and I are sick as fuck #I've been sick since last week but only tested positive this Monday which is odd #but we're both sicker than we've ever been in our lives and it's terrible #luckily we're fully vaxxed and boosted otherwise i fully believe we would have been hospitalized #I'm really hoping we get better soon because I'm worried and miserable and exhausted #thank god my kids are so resilient #it is very hard taking care of a toddler and a newborn when you're so sick though #0/10 would not recommend #personal

[jugulate]

I just want to fUCKING SLEEP

#why is this happening #im highkey exhausted #fatigued from the covid #now I can't sleep because my insides are spasming involuntarily every 10-20 seconds? #what is this bullshit #i did not sign up for this #0/1000 would not recommend #insomnia #insomniacs #cant sleep #ive had 2 sleeping pills #and 4 valium #and nothing #😭😭😭

[gleefulpoppet]

For the prompt game: 6 - 8 - 27. Coffee shop - exes - “that was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.”

For this ask/prompt game [X]

Kurt sits at a small table near the window of the bustling coffee shop, engrossed in a book, enjoying the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and a rare lunch break from his unbelievably stressful job. Unbeknownst to him, a stranger walked in and took a seat at the counter having an incredibly difficult time keeping his eyes to himself; his thoughts running wild: Damn, if that man isn’t the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen! Be still my heart! Is he reading about Gene Kelly? 

As Kurt turned a page, he looked up, met the man’s gaze, and smiled when the other man looked flustered and blushed, biting his lip shyly but didn’t look away. Kurt could swear he was saying, “Hi. How’s your morning?” with his eyes alone, and when he nodded at Kurt with that head of perfect curls, Kurt took it as confirmation that was precisely what he was asking. So he said, “Hi. I’m doing well. Come here often?” with his own, adding an infinitesimal wink, and felt a blush race against his cheeks.

The bell chimed, and they both looked toward the door. Kurt’s heart dreadfully skipped a beat when he spotted his ex-sort of-boyfriend, Fisher, entering the coffee shop. Of course! Of course, he’d show up now! Panic set in as he realized Fisher hadn’t seen him yet. Desperate to avoid an encounter, Kurt frantically looked around, searching for an escape route. Damn! Fisher was headed for him. He looked back at Blaine, who scrunched his eyes in concern, clearly picking up on Kurt’s distress. “He’s a jerk! You wanna help me here?” Kurt said with his eyes and a slight shake of his head, having absolutely no idea what he meant by that or how he thought a stranger could help.

“Kurt,” Fisher sneered much too loudly, towering over him. “Shocking. You’re not working?”

“You smell like desperation,” Kurt says as calmly as he can, turning a page in his book he hasn’t read.

“What the hell is your problem? What? We can’t even be civil in a coffee shop?”

Kurt’s head snaps up. “Civil?” 

“Hello, love,” The stranger says, kissing Kurt on the top of his head and squeezing his hand. As he moves a chair closer, he says, “They were out of your favorite, so I ordered our backup.”

“Thank you,” Kurt says wide-eyed. He should be surprised by the whole interaction, but mostly, he’s wondering how his entire body can tingle from a stranger kissing his head and brushing his fingertips over his hand. 

The stranger looks over at the man who is seething at him. “Hey! I’m Blaine. And you are?” He offers his hand. 

“Fisher.” He shakes it, gripping Blaine’s hand, not in a friendly way.

“Ah! Fisher. That explains a lot.” Blaine laughs and shakes his head. “Quite a grip you have there. Trying to prove something?” He asks as he finally sits down, his shoulder touching Kurt’s and intertwining their hands.

Fisher huffs. “Since when have you two been together?”

“Can’t figure how that is any of your business. Unless…” Blaine turns to Kurt. “Is it any of his business?”

“Absolutely not, honey.”

“Thought not.” He kisses Kurt’s cheek and then looks up. “Can we help you? You’re blocking the precious sunshine.”

Fisher studies them, scrutinizing their hands.

“I’m not going to tell you again to leave me alone,” Kurt says.

“Kurt! I said I was sorry. I don’t understand why you’re being such an ass about all this.”

“Sorry?” Kurt laughs in disbelief. “Like that changes anything about the way you treat me.” He huffs an exhausted sigh and instinctually turns toward Blaine, getting lost in the warm, golden-brown hues that seem to hold a universe of emotions, creating an irresistible magnetic pull. Kurt is sure it would take a lifetime—maybe more—to explore the profound depth of Blaine’s soul staring back at him. He realizes he’s leaning forward, and his eyes dart to Blaine’s lips and then back up again. “Blaine…”

Blaine’s hand, not holding Kurt’s, reaches up to cradle his jaw, brushes his thumb over his cheek a few times, and nods, telling Kurt with his eyes, I feel it, too. “Want to go somewhere else where there isn’t a dark cloud hanging over us, and you can tell me all about your book?”

“Yeah.” Kurt nods and then gasps, surprised when Blaine leans over and gives him a peck on the lips. “Yeah. I’d like that.” He leans in and kisses Blaine again, grins spreading across their faces. Without a word, they’re standing, still holding hands.

“Disgusting saps,” Fisher growls and turns on his heel to order his coffee.

“That,” he tilts his head toward Fisher as they walk out, “was a very bad idea. Zero out of ten. Would not recommend!” 

Blaine chuckles as he opens the door for Kurt. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Before you have to ask, he was one of those blind date situations. Perfect gentleman. Wined and dined me for a few weeks. And then… Well, his true colors showed up all too soon, and he didn’t take it well that I wanted nothing to do with him.”

“Ugh. I dislike him more by the second.”

“Good. That’s good. It should be a nice oozing loathing soon.”

Blaine laughs and squeezes Kurt’s hand.

“Thank you,” Kurt says. “You know, for all that back there.”

“Mmm...” Blaine simply hums and then looks at him with a mischievous grin, bumping into his shoulder. “Where are we going?”

“I have no idea. I thought maybe you knew.”

“Not a clue,” Blaine teases. “I only know I’m not ready to let go of your hand.”

“Well, that’s good because I’m pretty sure I’m never saying goodbye to you.”

Blaine beams and notices how the sunshine feels as warm as his heart. 

#thank you so much for the prompt ask! #should I put these on ao3? #I feel like stuff gets lost on Tumblr #gleefulpoppet writes #i wrote some of these in notepad on the plane so they are a hot mess #working on cleaning them up to post them #loved writing this 'trope' #sometimes it's fun to write the classics #also enjoy all the mixed tenses—no rules here lol

[bitbybitwrites]

For the au + trope + prompt game maybe:

12. babysitter!au + 4. meet messy + 27. “that was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.”

But no pressure!

OK, in true fashion, this one totally got away from me. I can't even try to pass it off as a super long drabble. It's mutated into a full blown ficlet. Ooooops.

But I guess the combination got me inspired. I kind of went literal for the meet messy trope - maybe it works? 😂

Anyway, here's 1,366 words for you, @annepi-blog

******

The last thing Blaine Anderson expected that night while delivering pizzas was to meet the love of his life. 

He wasn’t expecting too much, to be honest.  Most of his shift had gone as usual.  But his final job for the evening found Blaine with his arms filled with a rather impressive food order when he knocked on the door to a swanky Upper West Side apartment building.  

“B Side Pizza,” he announced loudly, though the apartment owner should have been aware of who he was.  The imposing doorman in the lobby had called up to warn them.

The muffled sound of high-pitched shrieking, which then quickly changed to an ear-splitting loud high-pitched shrieking, assailed Blaine once the door was opened.  Behind the other side of the door was a very exhausted-looking but ridiculously handsome man.  His chestnut hair fell heavily over one eyebrow, apparently fallen out of some formerly impressive style that Blaine could kind of see the echos of.  His clothes seemed on trend but were very rumpled, and Blaine thought he could spy a small handprint in neon green paint that grazed the right hip of some extremely tight skinny jeans.  A smudge of the same paint was also on his chin.  He doubted the man was even aware.

Blaine was in trouble.  

One look at this man and Blaine was positive that he was in love.

“Thank god,” the disheveled angel said when he saw Blaine.  “Pizza is here!” he yelled over his shoulder.

“Pizza!”  A group of younger voices screamed in excitement.  Apparently, the prospect of food was enough to stop the rest of the caterwauling.

The man ushered Blaine into a lavish apartment, directing  Blaine towards a kitchen that could have been plucked right out of Architectural Digest.  It was gorgeous to look at (not unlike the homeowner), but Blaine doubted it ever had any use.

“You can put everything out here.” The man waved his hand at a long marble-covered counter. Blaine nodded and began unpacking his delivery tote as he watched the man dash out into another part of the apartment and shout: 

“Barbra!”

“Joan!”

“Streisand!”

“Yes, Uncle Kurt?” A trio of childish voices replied in a sing-song fashion.

Kurt sighed loudly. “Can you please clean up your mess, wash your hands, and come sit down to dinner. . .please?” the desperation in Kurt’s voice was so very clear.

“That’s two pleases, Uncle Kurt.” 

“That’s me asking really, really, really nicely, Streisand.“ Kurt said back, a forced smile on his face, his voice sounding strained.  “I ordered dinner from your favorite place, just like your parents told me to.  Let’s get going, ok?”

Kurt returned to the room, where he promptly collapsed into one of the kitchen chairs surrounding the table and dropped his head into his folded arms.  “I am never doing this again.” Blaine could sort of make out.  Kurt’s voice was very muffled.  “Or at least not without reinforcements.”

Blaine’s eyes softened.  “Babysitting duties?” he asked.

Kurt raised his head and sighed.  “This is seriously giving me doubts about my capability to be a father in the future.

Blaine laughed at Kurt’s forlorn expression.  “I’m sorry.  I felt the same way once I started watching my brother’s kids.  Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it. I promise it gets loads better.”

“Triplets.  My best friend had triplets, and I am nothing if not a pushover.” Kurt moaned.

A heartbreaking wail - or maybe it was another screech, Blaine wasn’t exactly sure, came from one of the other rooms.  Kurt’s face dropped into an expression of utter horror and disbelief as three young children came barreling into the kitchen, covered head to toe in smears of neon pink, green, and yellow paint.  One of the little girls had her hair covered in the paint, and she apparently was the one wailing the loudest.  Her eyes were screwed shut as she blindly flailed her arms, sobbing, and crashed face-first into Blaine.

“Uncle Kurt!  Streisand put paint in my hair!” The little girl continued to wail as she wrapped her arms around Blaine’s waist and buried her face into his stomach, subsequently smearing more paint all over him.

“Streisand!” Kurt cried out, whipping around to look at a not-so-apologetic 6-year-old boy who was still gripping a tube of neon pink paint.  Streisand looked almost ready to squeeze the remainder of the tube onto his other sister’s hair but second-guessed himself once he caught Kurt’s stern glare.  He dropped the tube like a hot potato and at least decided to look chagrined.

“Um, sorry, Uncle Kurt?”

Kurt continued giving the child a death glare.”That shouldn’t be a question, Streisand.  And I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

“Sorry, Barbra,” Streisand said. “Really, really sorry.  But you do look pretty with pink hair. You said you wanted pink hair.”

Barbra hiccuped loudly as she wiped her face onto Blaine’s shirt. “I like pink, but I wanted to do it myself.” Barbra then pulled back, surprised: “Wait, you’re not Uncle Kurt.”

The other little girl looked at Blaine suspiciously.  “Who are you?  Are you Uncle Kurt’s boyfriend?”

“Uncle Kurt, you’re not supposed to bring boyfriends over. Mommy said so.” Streisand said.

Kurt turned beet red, and Blaine had to smile again at the absurdity of the whole situation.  “My name is Blaine.  I’m not Uncle Kurt’s boyfriend . . .”

“Do you want to be?  Do you like Uncle Kurt?” 

‘He’s cute.  I think he should be your boyfriend, Uncle Kurt.”

“He’s ok, Uncle Kurt. But if you like him, you should make him your boyfriend.”

Kurt groaned.  “OK.  No more talking about boyfriends or my lack thereof.  This was supposed to be a nice, calm, quiet evening. ‘Why don’t we do some finger painting?’ I said.  ‘It will be fun,’ I said.  Who was I kidding?“ Kurt parroted himself from earlier in the evening and then rolled his eyes as he looked back to Blaine.  “That was a very bad idea on my part.  0/10 would not recommend.”

Blaine chuckled.  “Well, the paint is very . . it is bright and festive and fun . . and um, if you had a black light - it would glow in the dark.”

“What?!” screeched Kurt.  “Where did you get that paint, Streisand?”

“Mommy and Daddy’s room. In the table by the bed.”

“Oh god,” Kurt mumbled.  “I don’t want to think about why they have that in their bedroom.”

Blaine snickered.  “Why don’t you get the kids cleaned up? I’ll keep the food warm in the oven for you.” he tossed Kurt a charming smile.  “Consider it an extra perk of the delivery process.”

“Thank you so, so much. “ Kurt gasped as he began dragging Streisand and Joan out of the kitchen by their arms.  “Barbra, come on.  Leave Mr. Blaine alone, and let’s get this paint out of your hair.”

Barbra followed reluctantly.  “Will you still be here when we come back?” she asked Blaine.

Blaine knew what he wanted to say, but he hated to intrude on their little evening.

“I don’t know.  I think it depends on your Uncle Kurt.” Blaine confessed.

“Uncle Kurt, pleeeeeeeeease can Mr. Blaine stay?” Barbra whined.

“Yeah, can he? Uncle Kurt, can he?” Joan chimed in.

“Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay.” Streisand began to chant loudly.

Kurt rolled his eyes.  “Yes, Mr. Blaine can stay.  We have to get him out of his clothes too.”

Blaine coughed and tried to suppress another laugh.  “Well, I usually get a first date before that. . .”

 Kurt sputtered and blushed again.  Blaine was beginning to find it totally adorable.   “I meant to change clothes,” Kurt tried to explain.  “Because paint . . and . . there’s a washer and dryer in the apartment . . oh and fuck  … I’m just going to go now before I say something else stupid.”

As Kurt pulled the two kids he had in hand down the hallway towards the bathroom, he could hear: “Ooooooh … you said a bad word, Uncle Kurt.”

A ton of giggling.

And then a small pink-haired covered face popped back into the kitchen doorway.

“So you’ll stay?” Barbra asked excitedly.

“I’ll stay. I promise.” Blaine told her.

Barbra squealed in joy and ran back down the hallway.

Oh yeah, Blaine was in so much trouble now.

*****

NOTE: If you haven't figured out yet, yes, these are Rachel's triplets😂

If anyone else wants to play - AU+Trope+Prompt Game.

#bitbybitwrites #ask game #au ask game #klaine fanfic #klaine fic #klaine fanfiction #klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson

[starry-blue-echoes]

I had a fun idea to add even more angst/crack shenanigans to Joseph’s side of the Star Swap

So the Man In The Mirror fight :)

Now...... there’s admittedly not a whole lot Joseph’s going to be able to do differently in the fight itself. He’s still going to go to Pompeii, Fugo would still push him out of the way of the mirror, and he’s still not going to want to leave Fugo behind. There is of course the small issue of not being able to see Purple Haze, but that won’t change much in the grand scheme of things

However, the fun bit comes with the aftermath, specifically from when he would get infected with the Haze

To start things off, what if this is when Joseph reveals Hamon can heal injuries and disease. My personal head canon with how it works is that it essentially boost the immune system and gives more energy so the body’s repair systems works faster. HOWEVER, this is still Purple Haze’s haze, and unfortunately for Joseoh the healing wouldn’t be anywhere near as instantaneous as when Golden Experience fixed it. And given the nature of the haze virus, not only is it going to be slow to flush out but it’s also going to be immensely painful in the process

So just. Joseph ends up curled up in a ball trying to keep his breathing as deep and even as possible with bright golden electricity dancing across his whole body, the power being split between fixing the injuries caused by the virus and killing the virus itself. And for a bit of extra fun, maybe when Fugo gets Abbaccio Joseph ends up setting his progress back even further by sending a couple healing sparks to the man so his hand can reattach. He can’t even walk right now, Fugo and Abbaccio have to carry him back to the van and set him down in the back

And it’s...... honestly kinda painful to watch. They may have only met him a couple hours ago, but he did just save their lives so it feels not great to see his suffering drawn out like this. Plus, Joseph’s acting in a usual Joseph Manner and cracking jokes and making conversation between the almost desperate gasps for air, as if he’s not currently fighting for his life where just one breath too shallow would mean the end. It’s..... a tad unnerving how calm and flippant he is

At some point I can definitely see Abbaccio snapping at him for being an idiot and purposefully getting himself get sick like this. That risking his life to save theirs was stupid and he should've taken the key and ran instead of risk the mission. Then in retaliation, what if Joseph snarks back something like “Not letting anyone else die on my watch. And ‘sides, ‘m not gonna want to try this again. 0/10, would not recommend, currently 2nd on my list of things I never want put in my body again”

The dead people comment was a little concerning, but the later half of the comment gets Fugo’s attention because he’s very familiar with Purple Haze’s affects, and it’s only 2nd on Joseph’s list? What’s 1st then? And Joseph, in his sick, exhausted, and pretty delirious state, ends up elaborating but in the worst possible:

“Number 1 are poisonous wedding rings. Jerks shoved them through my chest and neck and I can’t get them out because they’re around my ar- aorta and windpipe. Didn’t want em and it hurt a lot, but they said it was to make it so I didn’t back out. ‘s not too bad though. Was able to save Caesar and Uncle Speedwagon”

Naturally, this is concerning as fuck for a multitude of reasons. First off, he specifically said wedding ring and that they were apparently to keep him trapped in some kind of “agreement,” possibly with the threat of harm toward family and/or friends. It’s not much of a logical leap to assume said agreement was marriage, and as far as they know Jojo is 15. There is..... no possible way to make what he just said not terrifying once the pieces connect

Second off, there’s the method which Joseph implied they were inserted, and they already know that Joseph can heal massive injuries and that he knows he can heal massive injuries, all without leaving a scar. That doesn’t give them high hopes for how the rings were put inside

And third off, the fact he refers to it in the present tense. Because after all, Joseph still isn’t sure if he does or doesn’t have the rings in this body right now. He doesn’t know if whatever brought him here gave him the rings alongside his Hamon abilities, so he wouldn’t refer to them in the past or having been removed. This is worrying because to Abbaccio and Fugo, this means it isn’t some past event that Joseph was able to get out of. This is something that’s still an active problem and threat to his life

So yeah. To say this freaks them out is an understatement

And just. What do you even say to this??? Maybe they ask a couple questions and get vague even more terrifying answers that sound very bad out of context (and I mean. it’s still not great but it sounds bad in a different way), but eventually Joseph gets enough of the haze out of his system and promptly decides to pass out, and Abbaccio and Fugo are left sitting in silence over what they just learned

#listen #joseph causing chaos over vague mentions to his adventures will never not be fun to play with #star swap #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #golden wind #vento aureo #jjba part 5 #jjba joseph #joseph joestar #jjba abbacchio #leone abbacchio #jjba fugo #pannacotta fugo #purple haze

[ur-typical-nerd]

Cuphead Sickness Headcanons

So I know I already put this on @baa-whatever’s post, but I decided to post these on my own blog so more people can see them! The title says it all, so let’s go!

CUPHEAD

-Haaates being sick. He’s incredibly bored, yet too sick/weak to actually do anything? 0/10, he would not recommend.

-He’ll occasionally try and sneak away to do something fun, but these attempts rarely last long. He’ll either get caught or collapse halfway through his attempt.

-Good luck trying to get him to take any medicine lol-

-Enjoys being read to when sick. He will never admit this, though.

-The blankets are either wrapped around him or on the floor. There is no in-between.

-The Devil has totally tried to take Cuphead’s soul while the cup is sick, because of course he would

MUGMAN

-Gets tired and groggy when sick. 

-Pretty much anything with a fever can knock him out.

-He’ll occasionally attempt to act like things are normal and try to help out. One notable incident of this happening is when a sick Mugman attempted to organize the kitchen while Elder Kettle was out.

Elder Kettle came back to three lemons in the spice cabinet and Mugman asleep under the table.

-Perfectly willing to take medicine, mostly because he’s too tired to really argue

-Usually has to be encouraged to eat and drink

-Incredibly clingy, usually wrapping his arms around the closest thing to him. Sometimes it’s a pillow. Sometimes it’s his brother.

THE DEVIL

-Initially denies being sick before devolving into a dramatic, snot-faced mess

-It doesn’t matter if it’s a cold or the plague, he is dying and needs everyone to pay attention to him-

-King Dice is brought down to take care of the Devil and isn’t allowed to leave until he’s better

-Always feels freezing cold while sick despite, you know, being in Inkwell Hell. Therefore, he will bury himself in blankets while resting

-His powers tend to go a bit haywire when he’s sick, with the most common variant of this being running scarily high fevers and coughing and sneezing fire.

-Somehow he’s worse than Cuphead about taking medicine-

-Will totally play up his illness to get what he wants, whether it be more blankets of Dice cuddles

-Surprisingly clingy when sick, enjoys cuddles

KING DICE

-Usually pretty reasonable about being sick. Gets rest, tries not to overexert himself, the usual.

-When he’s busy, though…hoo boy. Hoo boy.

-When busy, this man can and will ignore any signs of illness and either deny or downplay them when asked about it until he inevitably collapses from exhaustion.

-Any and all attempts to get him to rest will end in failure.

-Due to his detachable head, King Dice can totally sneeze his head off his shoulders and into a wall/onto the floor. The Devil thought it was hilarious the first time it happened while they were dating.

-The Devil is very appreciated when Dice is going through chills.

-Usually dresses in something more comfortable when sick.

HENCHMAN

-Basically goes into a sort-of hibernation when sick

-Can often be found clinging to the Devil’s back like a little koala, fast asleep

-If he’s ever awake, he’s generally pretty groggy and not all that talkative

-His fevers never go as high as the Devil’s, but they’re still pretty weird

-Usually just sleeps for a few days before recovering

BONUS: STICKLER

-Just? Never gets sick???? How??????

-The Devil is pretty sure Stickler’s doing magic-related something to prevent illness and it infuriates him.

#this…may or may not be relevant soon #depends on how motivated I feel #cuphead #the cuphead show #the cuphead show the devil #mugman #nerd’s headcanons #the cuphead show henchman #the cuphead show stickler #the cuphead show king dice

[not-scared-of-microwaves]

i have managed to find the exact ration of depression to adhd to caffeine to stimulants that results in what I call Fast Depression.

I am exactly as exhausted, distractible, empty, and hopeless as before, but now I am also unable to sit still and my wandering distracted thoughts go at 5x speed

0/10 would not recommend

#microwave talks #actually adhd #audhd #depression

[therealblessedaffliction]

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

seen on and snatched from @bunnakit

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats 

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?  I started writing my own stories about cartoon characters because the episodes on TV were too far apart

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

Chan's room episodes

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? a fucking solid 2, because the more I see my own fic, the more disgusted I grow with it and lose the will to post it. The 2 is because I do realise editing is necessary.

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help? I am calling @hardcandythinking but only to vent, I already know where to rent a woodchipper from

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love @ellieellieoxenfree

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?  in my business inbox, 51. In my personal account, 0

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis@sparkly-butthole-on-ao3

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?  I used to be really into writing the OG characters

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before I have come to terms that I will always have an eating disorder, the difference now is that I've decided to profit from it.

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time? I am fucking exhausted, fam. And the supreme lack of interest in my writing in this new fandom. Feeling unwanted and tired has managed to give me a writer's block that I have successfully dodged for 20+ years.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Here's two-

Geralt and Jaskier are so in love with each other, even platonically. They don't want to admit it, but they have a really warm and cozy love bubble around them and both are afraid that if they speak about it, it'll make them feel less giddy and elated and pull this bubble into reality, making it vulnerable to being popped by evil forces.

Jace's nonchalant attitude re: the people he bangs and his unflinching love for Alec always made me think he is an in denial asexual - he is obviously not sex-repulsed but he wields sex like a weapon or like a quick fix to avoid looking at deeper emotions affecting him. I fucking love Jace to death, he gets so little credit.

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

talk to me on tumblr

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

My cat's health is better

I am losing weight and gaining muscle, feeling fitter than in my 20s

I found a hairdresser I absolutely love going to

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? some Korean words for reference. In Korean.

  🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character Yennefer is a gigantic selfish asshole, with only moments of emotional clarity and kindness and she treats Geralt like absolute crap most of the time.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? yeah not gonna make the FBI man's job easy. stay wondering, bro!

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

It's always better to assume people are assholes by default and then let yourself be pleasantly surprised when they are decent than the other way around. Saves you a world of disappointment.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

I can't pick rn.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

The only way around it is through it. It helps to do various other creative things, it will recharge your creativity in the realm you feel it's low in. Like if you have writer's block, make some art. Draw some shit, splash some colours, bake and decorate a birthday cake, go outside and photograph some flowers.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh "My butthole! I blew out my butthole!"

  🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? When someone picks their favourite parts of the chapter or fic, and details their thoughts on it for my enjoyment.

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate Alec is a good leader, perseverent and insightful.

🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told? God I used to lie more often than I breathed when I was a kid and a teen. Lately I just lie to get out of having to socialise.

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

I find stanning a K-Pop group to be 20% fun and 80% disheartening if you're older because you definitely feel like you can't sit with the cool kids and everything is just a really good, hi-def illusion set up to make you bust your wallet wide open, so every moment of genuine relatability and connection is invalidated by the feeling that these people are part of a marketing strategy. It's kind of like going to see strippers and even if you like one, you know that even if you fell in love with them, you're not allowed to get to know them because for them it's just work and you are only worth the cash you pay in their eyes. The closeness is an illusion that leaves you feeling even lonelier and sadder than you were before.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?  There are a lot of them but my core reference is Anne Rice's writing. Now I am writing something that was inspired by the portrayal of Jack Reacher in the "Reacher" series on Amazon.

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing It would be nice if I could write stuff that's relatable to others, not just to me. But that would mean biiiiiiiig consciousness shift and I'm extremely pussilanimous when it comes to this.

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? I think the delivery matters a lot - a surprise is being told something that you don't know yet, and if the person breaking the news makes it seem like a heart attack from shock is the adequate response, then better don't tell me, just show me.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

Hyunjin had made himself comfortable on his bed, with his legs propped up on the headboard, leaving just his shirt and his socks on. He intended to drag it out as much as he could and get the most out of those pics.

Magazine in one hand, dick in the other - that’s how Changbin had found him, walking in to ask a very pressing question. (65 words bc just the 50 didn't make sense alone.)

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username? Thinking about my love-hate relationship with writing.

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

@hardcandythinking is my bestie and my number 1 fan. She's the real MVP.

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

This is so surreal - Chan is a human with two sets of ears and the rest of the members are tiny wee animals - and the love, goofiness and fun are so well captured. This artist also depicts Chan as shy and cute, and I prefer this to the hard dom or arrogant inaccessible guy takes I see more often. Like I get it's appealing to others but I like a squeaky, shy guy better than any alpha dude character.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

poor characterization on a macro level

crass and goofy consistent misspelling like "nobbing" instead of "nodding", "viscous" instead of "vicious", "colon" instead of "cologne"

offputting descriptions like "chubby little cock" or "fat mushroom" (used for dick tips). I would lose my erection if someone talked to me like that irl

#writers truth and dare #I know no one's gonna send me asks so I did it like this bc it was fun anyway #writing #Spotify #Instagram

[kodoandsangha]

So much testing, so little time.

In addition to being re-screened for autism, I am now being screened for multiple sclerosis.

Unbeknownst to me, the symptoms I reported at my annual physiatrist appointment were an increase in symptoms associated with M.S. and are increased over last year’s check in.

I had an EMG yesterday. Don’t recommend. 0 out of 10. The audio portion hurt so badly. My knee still hurts from it today.

Next up are EEG and MRI.

Brain waves, nothing but brain waves.

I’m exhausted and in chronic pain to the point it’s waking me up at night.

I really wish I had someone to talk to peer to peer instead of doctors who don’t really answer me.

I can’t find a medication to help with the pain. Nothing we’ve tried is working.

I just would like some real answers. If I am disabled, it would be nice to know. I walk with a mobility aid because I can’t walk any other way.

This is all new and I don’t know where to begin searching for answers aside from a battery of tests that can leave me with some unspecified problems that don’t have a diagnosis.

I’m frustrated and sad. There’s been tears and rage today.

#disability #multiple sclerosis #mental health #autism #i just don’t know i can keep on

[slayerkitty]

BL & Me: 2023 Edition

To celebrate my full first year as a BL fan I decided I wanted to do an end of the year list. Something to commemorate the absolutely wonderful fandom year I've had. Prior to watching my first BL, I had not participated in any fandoms since 2015. Getting back into it reminded how much fun it is and I've met and followed so many amazing people in the last year (technically, I watched my first BL in October 2022, so it's been more than a year...).

These lists are going to focus on the BLs (and two Thai dramas that wanted to be and probably should have been BLs) that came out during 2023 (or their finales aired in late January through February). Since I'm still playing catch up on older BLs, there are several that I watched for the first time this year but I might do a separate post for that.

Total # of BLs watched this year: 42

Thailand: 38 Dramas, 1 Movie

Japan: 1

Korea: 0

Taiwan: 2

Clearly I need to watch more from Korea. Currently I'm making my way through Taiwan's BLs so once I am sufficiently caught up on those, I will be moving over to catch up on Korean ones. Until the last month or so, I had never seen a Taiwanese BL, so that's what started me on watching those - I'm almost done with the ones that have been recommended to me so far.

It's plain to see that I love Thailand's approach to BL's the most; they are what hooked me into BL and keep me watching.

Most Anticipated BLs: Bed Friend, Between Us, Cutie Pie 2 You, Moonlight Chicken, Naughty Babe

My Highest Rated Shows on MyDramaList: I Feel You Linger in the Air (10), La Pluie (10), Moonlight Chicken (10), Our Dining Table (10), Laws of Attraction (9.5), Midnight Museum (9.5), My Dear Gangster Oppa (9.5), Only Friends (9.5), Shadow (9.5) and Kiseki: Dear to Me (9.5).

It's a very interesting mix of shows here - one from Taiwan, one from Japan, and the two regular Thai dramas.

Favorite New Trope: Waltzing Gays. 2023 said, "Let the gays dance!" and they did.

Memorable Fandom Moments (The Good, The Bad, And The Absurd):

Altering the name of Moonlight Chicken. When we heard the name of the show, it was impossible not to make fun of it just a little. Many a nickname/play on words was created for this show and it was so much fun to see what others would come up with.

The ONN fandom protesting the O part of their ship landing a new BL and a new BL partner (complete with hiring a truck to drive around with a sign).

The Pit Babe Omegaverse post breaking containment and topping out at just over 69k notes (NOICE).

Playing "Spot the Cameo" during Midnight Museum and watching while GMMtv marched out practically their entire pool of talent for the show and yet still needed both Gun and Nannon to play more than one character.

Playing "Spot the Cameo" for Kiseki: Dear to me as they practically had all the major BL actors cameo in the show.

The fandom exhaustion over the marketing/casting announcements for Red Peafowl and the eventual fandom decision to just worship our lord and savior Kuhn Feathers instead.

Best/Worst Use of Product Placement: (you decide which is which)

Midnight Museum using the product placement car to hit and kill a character.

Oiishi Green Tea being used as part of foreplay/foodplay in Dinosaur Love

The random Toyota Service Center call during a highly emotionally charged moment in Bake Me Please

Every single 7/11 scene in Venus in the Sky. Every single one.

The spicy meals used as torture devices in Kiseki: Dear to Me

Shows That Started Great But Couldn't Stick the Landing: Dangerous Romance, Hidden Agenda, Only Friends, Our Skyy 2 (select episodes), Step by Step

Best/Favorite Kisses:

GunCher "challenge" kiss (A Boss and A Babe episode 2)

TinnGunn bed kiss (My School President episode 12)

WinTeam poolside "fall into each other" kiss (Between Us episode 2)

JokeZo balcony kiss (Hidden Agenda episode 8)

YaiJom rain kiss (I Feel You Linger in the Air episode 7)

PalmNueng rooftop kiss (Never Let Me Go episode 5)

LianKuea wedding kiss (Cutie Pie 2 You episode 4)

(I could keep going but I'd be here forever so I'm stopping myself)

Worst/Yikes Kisses:

DinoRak (Dinosaur Love) - just... almost all of them. THERE IS SO MUCH TONGUE. Normally this is not a bad thing. However, here it's basically Dino tongue-bathing Rak's face like a dog and it did not work for me. Yikes.

KanghanSailom bathroom kiss (Dangerous Romance episode 6?) - I've tried to like it. I have. It's Perth. It's Chimon. It's AWKWARD. Yikes.

DanNai "locked in a room all night" kiss (Shadow episode 9) - it's bad because it's not reciprocated and IT HURTS DAMN IT.

Most Surprising/Memorable Show Production Moments:

Our Skyy 2 x Bad Buddy x A Tale of a Thousand Stars crossover announcement.

Finding out while watching Pit Babe episode one that it was Omegaverse after being told that aspect had been removed for the show.

Pixelated Butts/Genitals in The Sign

Mame landing McDonald's money for Wedding Plan

Gun Attaphan playing not one, not two, but three separate characters in Midnight Museum.

Feel free to use any of these categories if you're doing an end of the year list too; I can't wait to see what others might come up with.

#BL & Me: 2023 Edition #Thai Bl

[discyours]

I remember reading about your issues with prozac (or some other ssri medication?) i wonder if the horrible feelings you experienced slowly went away and if you took chance and tried another med (or maybe you still are on some?) where you stand on the topic of psychiatric meds overall?

Oh wow it's weird seeing someone reference something I posted about 4 years ago. Yeah, I was on prozac and basically went insane. The period is kind of a blur for me, I think I started taking it in late June and stopped early September. I started feeling like somewhat of a human being again in like... January? Maybe february? It definitely took a lot longer than just the 4 weeks after which it was meant to be out of my system.

I honestly feel like I never 100% recovered from it. I've talked to my cousin about it since, he was also on prozac and he said he permanently lost his ability to feel emotions the way he used to. He goes through things that should make him sad, realizes it should make him sad, but it just doesn't hit him. I don't feel quite the same way but it's similar. I'm just disconnected from myself. Things don't really feel like they're happening to me. I feel like I'm floating through life in a body that's not mine, I'm not quite a person, etc.

I genuinely believe that prozac nearly killed me and I will never, ever try another SSRI. "Try it all and see what sticks" protocol can go fuck itself. But my anxiety got to unbearable severity earlier this year, which did get me to try 2 new medications.

I was prescribed lorazepam for emergencies and still have 90% of it sitting in my closet. Don't understand how people get hooked on benzos, it helped me fall asleep but without actually calming me or my body down in any way and getting a full night's sleep while you're wired the whole time is a distinctly unpleasant experience. When I was able to get an appointment with a psychiatrist he gave me the standard recommendation of either trying another SSRI or moving on to an SNRI (same list of side effects, generally prescribed less often because the risk of side effects is higher, no studies on how likely you are to experience them if you've previously had a bad reaction to an SSRI). I did a bunch of my own research and he agreed to let me try buspirone instead on the condition that I would move on to an SNRI if that didn't work (which I did not stick to lmao). Buspirone gave me super vivid nightmares, and brain zaps when I first started which was pretty unpleasant. My dose got upped to 20mg which made me so exhausted I literally couldn't function. My limbs felt 4x heavier than usual, I had a hard time keeping my eyes open. I remember one of the first days I was on 20mg I was in the city for an appointment and walking around hoping the side effects would pass enough for me to safely make it home. I got a ton of dirty looks because I looked like I was stumbling around drunk, at 1pm. My dose got reduced back to 10mg which was fine, felt like it was only reducing my anxiety a little but it was bearable enough and I didn't have any side effects anymore. Started getting hives so I had to stop taking it, my anxiety didn't go up when I stopped so I think it was just placebo at that point and now I'm not on anything. I'm not remotely anti medication but my experience up until this point has been so bad that I really just don't want to risk completely destroying my mental health and potentially losing my life to "giving it another shot".

Anyway the tiredness from buspirone fucked with my eyesight so I got my eyes tested and spent like €250 on glasses literally a week before I stopped taking it. I can't see shit with them on and I can see perfectly fine without them now. 0/10.

#anon

[digikate813]

Sooooooo...... 2022

2022 was...... a year.

A year where it felt like nothing and everything happened all at once! At least for me.

I feel like my daily productivity suffered the most. Between how demanding my job can be, the stresses in my home life that popped up throughout the year, not to mention getting COVID after avoiding it for so long back in August (0/10 would not recommend), things just kept coming up and even repetition became exhausting. To the point that I was only able to make 13 Let’s Talk About reviews this year. Which I think is an all time low!

But in a way, all of that, was the marathon to get to the very special moments I had throughout the year. The most significant being, getting to meet up with online friends. Before this year, I’d only managed to meet two of my friends in person. Now, I think that number is at a dozen! It’s wild to me that I even have that many friends, but the fact that I took the chances and had the ability to see these people face to face, to talk and laugh and hug for as long as was appropriate because we’re still in a pandemic (mask up guys), was truly special in a way I treasure.

Even when those connection were just over the world wide web, as they have been since Day 1, they would always brighten my day. I’d be eager to check my notifications when I got home to see if someone posted something, or wanted to share something they thought I’d like. I may not have posted much myself (I’ll work on that), but whether here on Tumblr, Youtube, Discord or yes, even Twitter, it felt good, as it always has, to see what the people I care about are up to, and maybe exchange some words on what’s new. Not to mention you guys would motivate me a lot to work on reviews, which was very helpful!

Also my Mom and I started watching the Great British baking Show and have binged pretty much all of that this year. Which was a fun comfort for sure!

It’s now 2023. The year I’m going to turn 30. Which is.... frankly terrifying to me. 

But you know what? As 2022 was wrapping up, I was feeling a bit more optimistic about it. Because it’s when I looked back on the good times I had with my family, the experiences I got to have after two years of lockdown, and friends old and new who I’ve shared many good times with, I realize that there’s always something to look forward to. Even if you feel like you’re behind, you can catch up.

Whatever happens, I hope like this year, I have more experiences where I push myself a bit more. To get out there, to make connections, and to form wonderful memories I’ll look back on everyday. Because when I did that during 2022..... it felt pretty damn good.

I know I’ve written sappy posts like this before. Where I thank friends like @orangeoctopi7 @amaranthbirate @marvelandponder @blackscarabfilmz and @jinxproductions (welcome to Tumblr Jinx, there is no escape) for being constant presences of fun, laughs, encouragement and friendship. But know that no matter how many times I say it... I mean it. Every year that passes, is a year where I realize how truly lucky I am to have you all.

To borrow a phrase from one of my dear friends. I guess what I’m really trying to say is....

I’m really happy you’re here.

Here’s to 2023.

#new year #update post #thank you all for being here #I'll be here as long as you'll have me <3

[spacejammie-eimmajecaps]

Just got done listening to my mom go on and on about all the "hidden cures" that are out there for my chronic illnesses, as if I don't already know about them and how ridiculous many of them are, as if I haven't personally researched and explored every option and tried countless things to improve my steadily declining quality of life

Regardless of what I say, she believes all my chronic illnesses are something I can cure if only I'd "try this new diet" or "take that special supplement" or whatever

So simple, why didn't I think of that (heavy sarcasm)

Absolutely exhausting interaction, 0/10 would not recommend

#nothing my mom hates more than 'wasted potential' and thats what she sees in me #like even though im too disabled to work she is always saying i should get a job #or go to college so i can get a good paying job like my oldest and youngest brothers #its doesnt even concern her lol she isnt financially responsible for me #just let me fucking rot in peace

[anonniemousefics]

Dear Nonnie!

Being in my thirties, I am constantly tired, depressed, overworked and running on coffee and a strong desire to live another day because in the end of it I can finally go to sleep (to be woken a few too many times by a wee baby). Which is probably how all adults live. All that being said, my head is full of ideas, characters, scenes from the books and stupid shit like that. I am bot a writer, I actually love to paint. How do I find time and enough will to do something about that instead of just lie there on the bed at my free moments? How fanfic writers find the time to write all that awesome staff?

Please share advice and wisdom,

Your anonymous admirer, still alive.

PS. That scene in the prison cell in Fjorda between separated Inej and Kaz was hot as hell. Loved it. As all your others fics, obviously.

Dear Still Alive,

I love you! I AM you! Well, except for one key difference, which is that my baby is not so wee anymore. He’s in school now, which is a game-changer, trust me. Getting enough sleep at night just isn’t a thing I have to stress about anymore – and someday, that will be you again, too. It’s true! I know people like to tease parents and say, like, “Haha you’ll never sleep again,” but I promise they’re full of shit! You will have long, luxurious sleeps again, and when you do, I think you’ll find you have the capacity to do so much more than you are able to now.

So, first thing’s first: cut yourself some slack and give yourself some love. You should rest when you need to rest. The fact that you want to lie in bed today is not failure or poor time management. It’s very possible that you’re lying there on the bed because you NEED to lie there on the bed. You’re doing so much already!! The urge to lie down is a very real physical response to the super chaotic world we have to navigate, made all the more exhausting when you have small children, and it’s just as deserving of attention as hunger or thirst or any other physical need.

In fact, you’re not just allowed to rest, you’re encouraged to rest – that’s actually a vital part of the creative process! I have exactly zero ideas when I’m pushing myself and anxious and stressing myself out. Literally all of my ideas waltz in when I’m having a long shower, or I’m driving somewhere and I’ve got nothing better to do with my mind, or I’m trying to grab another fifteen minutes of shut-eye before the alarm goes off. None of the magic happens when I’m spread thin and I’m forcing myself to cram in 30 minutes of writing because I told myself I had to or I’ll never make it as a writer (which, believe me, I’ve tried this route and it’s nothing but pain and suffering all the way down. 0/10 stars, would not recommend).

So, here’s the switch I made for myself to help me to start to create again, and maybe you’ll find it useful, too. But be warned: it’s not a quick fix, and it’s actually taken a couple years of therapy to get here. Anyway, it’s this: I made a conscious decision to stop guilting myself and instead to trust myself. When I want to use my free time to rest, I rest. When I want to use my free time to read a bunch of fic or just scroll through Instagram reels, that’s what I do. I trust that my body’s giving me that urge for a reason, just like it does with hunger or thirst, and I try to pay attention to when it stops feeling like rest or fun. Because none of those things are inherently bad, you know? Do them. Enjoy them. We need them. Don’t guilt yourself over them – just try to notice when your brain makes the switch to “that’s enough.”

And then, after I did this for a while, something started to happen. As my nervous system got used to having its needs met – and I’m talking not just the basic ones like food and shelter, but like rest and connection and freedom from shame etc. – then I started to have more energy. I started to need less time to lie down. I started to have ideas again, and I started to want to do something with them, and not just in like a wistful “I hope to do this someday” kind of way, but in like a “This is what I’m going to do now and here’s when I will do it” kind of way. And it started little! It started so little, I cannot stress this enough! If the inspiration hits you to sketch a little scene on a napkin, that is still art!!! You are still an artist, and you practiced art in that moment, and you practiced it joyfully and authentically and you should celebrate that!!! Even, and maybe especially, if it doesn’t look exactly the way you pictured it in your mind (because chances are it never will). And then do it again!!! It’s like a muscle, and it will grow a little stronger every time you do.

And then here’s the other amazing thing that will happen, if you start practice art this way – just like how after you’ve stuck with a workout plan for awhile, you start to feel more energized after a good workout, the same thing start to happen when you’re able to create art authentically, joyfully, and without guilt. It becomes a form of self-care. And I can’t speak for all fanfic writers, but this is entirely why I do it. I work in moments to do it (a thing which is a hell of a lot easier to do now that my kid is in school), because when I do, I actually have more energy now, having gone through this growth process. A lot of the time (not all of the time, but a lot of the time) I actually feel more like myself than I would have if I’d spent time doing something else. It becomes its own reward – but before that can happen, it has to be treated like a reward, you feel me? And that means no guilt when you don’t have time or energy for it and lots of grace for yourself when you make mistakes and it doesn’t look the way you wanted it to.

So, I wish I could offer you like the perfect time management spreadsheet or like access to the secret nanny-swap service we all use (I wish), but, for better or for worse, it’s been my experience that the time and the will to do creative stuff comes with rest and a lot of self love and acceptance. And a kid that sleeps through the night. Sorry about that part. That part just comes with time.

Wishing you lots of coffee and peaceful nights.

Much love,

Nonnie

P.S. - I may or may not be working on a sequel to that one. (I am. It’s just taking awhile.)

#dear nonnie #living out my fantasy of being an underqualified advice columnist #anon asks #ask box #fanfiction stuff #art stuff #work life balance and other impossible things