#friend who anyways i am bad at telling stories this context is not needed

[yoongisautumnleaves]

i need to empty my brain a little so im hear to scream

#so in the summer on a trip me and 2 of my friends were talking about like pretty privilege and stuff and most of my friends are conveniently #attractive and like they are aware of that and bla bla we were just walking down the street talking about it bc it had to do with how pretty #ppl can get away with being rude and like not very nice bc they are pretty so ppl just assume they r good ppl - we were talking about a #friend who anyways i am bad at telling stories this context is not needed #so my bestie was just like ya i see like how people treat me and then how they treat T (me) #and it’s been eating away at me FOR MONTHS bc yes i am aware that im not conventionally attractive #and im not skinny but like it just made me feel so fucked up and i DIDNT realize in the moment bc i was processing #what we were talking about but since then ive just been like even more anxious and self conscious whenever i have to go out anywhere and #when im hanging out with my friends like the body dysmorphia and jisy feeling like absolutely huge next to my friends #has been driving me insane and i feel like my ED is lurking and i just constantly am thinking about how i look #and how i look compared to everyone whether i know them or not and im literally getting so anxious even typing this out #and i know like I KNOW she did not mean in that way but did she really have to say that like why did you bring me into it #tw ed #i guess? #tw body image

[inamagicalhallucination]

AITA for letting my boyfriend think I was dead while going shopping

So context: i (20m) have been dating my boyfriend (18m) for a few months now. We did not get along initially when we met, because the person who took me in and abandoned me, took him in later on and approved of him, bringing out jealousy on my part. I will admit that I judged him (my boyfriend, that is) harshly before getting to know him because of this. However, the two of us, since then, have come to understand each other really well. He has also helped me understand that I did not need the person who took me in's approval and I could exist as my own person. Overall, I think he is my other half.

Anyway, the problem started a few days ago. I knew he was in trouble at work so I rushed over (our workplaces often collaborate so this was not particularly new or strange) to the ship he was on to help him out. Unfortunately, the problem was bigger than we could solve, and in the end I helped him escape and unfortunately died.

Obviously, I am not dead.

I do not really know what happened, but I do know that my boyfriend thought I was dead. And I also knew, when I came to, that I was wearing different clothes.

Now, I am not a fashion person, usually. But my long coat was replaced by a very ugly replica. I did not mind not having my coat, as I gave it to my boyfriend to help him escape. But I looked like I had not showered, and I smelled bad. The new, ugly coat was just the icing on top.

So, I went to a public bath, got myself clean. Went to a clothing store, chose a really badass outfit. During this time, my boyfriend was attacked. So naturally, I immediately rushed over to save him.

He was initially happy to see me. However, he started asking more and more questions about how I was alive. When he realized that my new outfit (which I know he liked - he kept on glancing up and down my body!) was the product of the two hours in-between the last time he saw my body (long story short: some bastard was animating it but I was not conscious) and now he grew quiet. I asked what was wrong, he inquired whether I had been awake during the two hours. I said yes. Now he is upset.

My sister says that I was the asshole for not telling him (and not telling her). When I died, he grieved me a lot, apparently, and went looking for my body after I had left to get ready. My superior and friend from work said I was a bit of a jerk but he understood my desire to look good and he also liked my outfit. He also said it was good to build up the tension.

The person who took me in thinks I was right to not look ugly because he believes that I should put effort in my looks for my boyfriend. However, when he said this, my boyfriend overheard and is now upset at him too.

I thought the best person to go to would be my boyfriend's younger sister. When I asked her about it though, she said she would only answer if I bought her tofu. Unfortunately, I did not have access to my money at the moment, and the money in my pockets was used for my new outfit.

Finally, when I talked to my subordinate about it, she cried. I forgot to tell her I was alive too.

So,

AITA?

#sskk #shin soukoku

[razorblade180]

Jealous Knight Shade

For context, some of yall might remember this story. It’s really old and I just found out a tumblr update completely ruined the format and wouldn’t let me fix the og post. So I had to completely re structure, add, and edit it as a new post.

[Jaune’s Dorm]

Radio:Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen! It’s a beautiful sunny day completely with a slight breeze and temperatures in the mid seventies. Perfect for the Vale concert!!! *clicked off*

Jaune:*jean shorts and a muscle shirt* I am sooooo pumped for this concert. The lights, the food, but most importantly….

Blake:*in the bathroom getting ready* The one….the only…….Jaune and

Blake: Casey Lee Williams!!!

Jaune:Gods I can’t wait any longer! Blake, how much longer are you gonna take? We’re gonna end up looking wasted anyways.

Blake:I at least want to start the day off looking somewhat presentable. I never been to a concert before; honestly never expected to go to one.

Jaune:Really? I guess it’s a good thing you met someone who always gets tickets with the best view possible!

Blake:I still can’t believe you’ve met her before! I hope I get the chance to as well.

Jaune:That won’t happen as long as you’re in the bathroom. We still gotta catch the flight! (Actually we’re ahead of schedule, but Yang and Sun don’t need to know I’m hanging with Blake alone. A blonde war is the last thing I need.)

Blake:I’m ready! *walking out* how do I look?

Jaune:It’s about ti-*Blake in a purple crop top and black high waisted ripped shorts. Black ankle high converse and some wristbands*

Blake:*nervous* Well..? I knew it was gonna be a little hot out all day; plus I never get the chance just to dress casual.

Jaune:*red* You look good! Like really good; wait that sounded weird. I mean you know…you……it’s nice.

Blake:*giggles* Thanks. I’m guessing you’re ready?

Jaune:Uhh Yeah! *hands her a water bottle* concerts can get exhausting for her. *puts on a string bag* I got a few other things in here since it’s an all day thing.

Blake:Well isn’t someone prepared?

Jaune:I’m a veteran at these sorts of things.

Blake:Then I guess I’m in your hands then; let’s go. *starts walking away*

Jaune:*watching her walk away* …….. *sips water* I am not ready for today…

[Airship]

Jaune:*leaning forward* If I die right now Blake, tell my ghost about the concert.

Blake:Why would you get Airship tickets if you get air sick?

Jaune:It’s the fastest way. Too much traffic on the road and I’m sure you want to get there as soon as possible.

Blake:You don’t have to go that far for me. *leans in a bit* you look like you’re turning green.

Jaune:You say that and get closer to me?

Blake:*leans back* that could’ve been bad. Last thing I need is vomit on me; especially my hair.

Jaune:About that…*points to her bow* you can take that off since we’re off campus. Honestly I doubt anyone at our school is even gonna show up.

Blake:Yeah but….I just want to have a normal day.

Jaune:You’re more normal with it off to me.

Blake:*red* That’s nice to know. Besides my team you’re the first to say that. Thanks…

Jaune:That’s what friends are for. *leaning back* Phew, I think the worst has passed.

Blake:That’s good… *takes off bow and leans on him* glad you’re feeling normal too.

Jaune:*redish* Yep, things are just…. normal between us. Completely…..normal.

[A long airship ride later]

Jaune:*stretching legs* I’ll never get used to how long this trip is. My legs still feel *Blake runs passed him* asleep…..

Blake:*Looking at the venue* Wow….*it's basically like Coachella*

Blake:There’s so much of it, we'll do everything! It’s almost a little overwhelming. *ears wiggling*

Jaune:*Smiles don’t take it all in at once; you’ll go mad. First things first *pats her stomach* food.

Blake:I had half a mind to claw you just now. *stomach rumbles* but you’re right…

Jaune:Let’s go then, pizza is always a safe bet. *starts walking* I’m pretty sure it’s to our right.

Blake:Uhhh you might want to try left.

Jaune:Huh, really?

Blake:*points to her ears* I can hear essentially everything around here. I here grills to our right, and oven timers to the left.

Jaune:Blake….you’re amazing. Do you know how much of a maze this place can be!?

Blake:It’s no big deal. Still, there’s a lot of people here. I bet there’s a line for food.

Jaune:I can deal with that as long as I know where I am going.*grabs her hand* Let’s go!

Blake:Wait just a- *gets pulled onlookers staring at them*

Blake:Uh, I think people are staring at us.

Jaune:*looking around* I…think you’re right.

Blake:*folds her ears* I thought you said people wouldn’t care about my ears?

Jaune:*pulls out his hoodie and puts it on Blake. It goes down to her hips* Believe me, it’s not your ears. *starts walking behind her.

Blake:? *realization* Ohhhhh *red*

Jaune:Just ignore them and you’ll be fine.

Blake:I’ll try.

Stranger:*whistles* I think this is the first time I cat called a pretty kitty. What do you say about being with a dog?

Blake:Sorry, I’m not a fan of mutts.

Everyone:Ooooooohhhhh!

Stranger:What was that you little-

Jaune:*wraps arm around her waist* Walk away while you can dude. She may be the Faunus but I’m the one who bites.

Blake:*red* (That’s hot; why did it sound so hot!?)

Stranger:…..*stomps off embarrassed*

Jaune:I swear this place is awesome. Some people are just hot heads.

Blake:It’s alright! (He smells nice) Uhh maybe you should keep your arm around me. Just to be safe.

Jaune:Sure *starts walking happily*

Blake:(How did he do that!? Intense one second and happy the next!?)

Jaune:Wanna get some drinks?

Blake:We can’t buy any.

Jaune:*pulls out two fake IDs* I mean....Blake:......Have you always been this much of a rebel?

Jaune:I like to have fun when I can and I want to show you a good time.

Blake:*pondering* You know this is illegal.

Jaune:So is terrorism

Blake:Can’t argue with that; let’s get wasted!

Jaune:Yeah!!!!!*12 hours later*

Blake:*wakes up in a random bed* Ugh my head. Where am I? *sees she’s not wearing a shirt* What did I do!? Who did I do!?

Jaune:*laying on a couch* Look whose awake. *throws her aspirin* btw you slept with no one and this is Casey’s tour RV.

Blake:I met Casey!?

Jaune:You don’t remember?

Blake:.....No!

Jaune:We drank, the show started and we started singing your favorite song…

Blake:From Shadows is underrated.

Jaune:Yes it is. After that some more people started flirting with you and one grabbed your butt. After that I hit him and Casey had her roadies kick him out. She then proceeded to buy everyone drinks....

Blake:God she is a national treasure.

Jaune:After that we got to go back stage where I introduced you two and you turned into a total fangirl. You wanted an autograph but then you passed out and now we’re here.

Blake:That’s it?Jaune......[Last night backstage]

Jaune:*slightly buzzed* Blake, this is my good friend Casey.

Casey:Hello! Nice to meet a fan; also an old friend. *goes to hug Jaune*

Blake:*thoroughly drunk* Excuse me miss Williams! *grabs his arm* But he is taken!

Jaune:Uhhh what?

Casey:*snorts* What?

Blake:This man *hic* right here....is mine! He spent the whole day showing me an absolute great time! *rubs his chest* I intend on repaying the favor tonight.

Jaune:*bright red* You’re drunk Blake....

Blake:Drunk off of your love hehehe *almost falls over*

Jaune:*lifts her over his shoulder* I’m sorry for her. She’s usually super chill.

Casey:I believe it. Maybe I’ll get to meet her with less fireball in her system.

Blake:.....You have a cute butt Jaune. Not as cute as mine but still pretty nice.

Casey:*laughing*

Jaune:Oh boy....do you mind if we crash in your RV? I don’t think she’s quite travel ready.

Casey:No problem, *autographs an album and puts it in his bag* I figure she would want a souvenir.

Jaune:Thanks *turns around and walks away*

Casey:*waves* Bye Blake!Blake:I will fight you for him. You may be amazing but I call dibs! He’s getting laid tonight!

Jaune:You are going to bed!

Casey:*hysterical laughter*

Jaune:*puts Blake on the bed* Sleep!

Blake:Awww but I’m not tired. *takes off her shirt* Maybe you can fix that for me.

Jaune:(Why can’t this happen when we’re sober?) Blake go to sl- *pulled into her arms*

Blake:Come oooooon! I promise it’ll be fun.

Jaune:You’re drunk Blake, that makes it wrong.

Blake:Terrorism and Fake ID’s are wrong.

Jaune:I mean you’re not wr- no! *pulks himself free* Bed, now!

Blake:Fine, we’ll just do it in the morning. *passes out immediately*

Jaune:*flops onto the couch* Sigh, it’s always the quiet ones.

[later]

Jaune:....That’s it. *you got an album by the way.

Blake:Sweet! Thanks for the good time Jaune. Even if it’s a bit hazy *hugs him*

Jaune:Uhhh Blake *red* your shirt.

Blake:Eh, I don’t care. You probably saw them last night.

Jaune:Don’t worry, that’s the only thing I saw.

Blake:Too bad, you could’ve had an amazing night. *whispers in his ear* By the way, Faunus have high alcohol tolerance.

Jaune:*red* Huh!?

Blake:*walking towards the restroom* Well what do you know, this place has its own shower. Can you think of a more perfect way to start a morning?

Jaune:Depends, you remember what you said last night.

Blake:*playfully* Who knows? Maybe you should join me in here and jog my memory Mr. Cute Butt

Jaune:Now that is the best cat calling I’ve heard this entire trip.

#rwby #jaune arc #blake belladonna #rwby knightshade

[littledigits]

That time when working in animation made me realize I needed therapy

Since we're on the topic of overworking / being passionate in animation and blah blah blah.  I want to share my story about working on the first season of Hilda (for context I was the animation director), specifically..how completely garbo my mental health got because 

I INSISTED ON WORKING MYSELF INTO THE GROUND. 

This is a story I've shared when I've had a chance to do lectures or talks, and if there is one really awesome thing that comes with ..weird ..animation clout, its that you can use those powers for good in terms of teaching people about the BS that comes with the job...anyway.

The reason why I like to talk about this is because I insisted on doing it to myself, and that was really got me thinking about the factors that do lead us into over working. Because heres the deal

Hilda season 1 was, without getting into too many details, a heckofatime...especally for the core crew. we were a small group, doing something new because most of us haven't worked on a show before that included pre production. My entire career up to that point had been working on service work for shows that were created in Burbank, so the new pipeline had a ton of challenges. We did all care, and we all believed in the project SOOOO much. I would tell people not to work over time, because I want my team to leave on time - but I was there...a lot. Leaving the studio by 11pm , working through the weekends..it wasnt an uncommon thing for me. sure , it wasnt all the time, but this stuff spans years sometimes so it went in waves. But whenever the challenges came up, i doubled down. because I super believed in it.

  And the thing was - other people told me to stop. I had a lot of valid concerns given to me by my friends and team members who saw how I was burning myself out at both ends. And I thought like, well , its my *choice*.  Its my chance to have a voice and be creative and try to do something different and we all have to push ourselves and yes its HARD but. THATS HOW YOU DO IT RIGHT? surely if I just make sure I’m the one overworking and my team isn't.. that's fine. 

Well, no, I was immensely effecting my team maybe I wasn’t telling them to work late, but they were seeing me get more and more tired and stay later and later.  I thought they would still approach me for help, or if they struggled. But the issues they had they kept to themselves without wanting to put more on my shoulders. Because they *cared* , just as much as I did ..and we all took more on our shoulders then we should have and there were a lot of things that I could have solved had I fostered a better communication environment.  I became really resentful in my head over the smallest things, I actually saw myself becoming a more hateful person and easily annoyed. I came home every day rambling about the frustrations. Now, let me preface this by saying - my mental state did not only have to do with overworking. I had and have things still to unpack, but the control I had over work and the validation I got from it was a coping mechanism for me. I really didnt think i had any worth as a person outside of this job. It basically was a very nasty cycle that didnt stop until ...well I had gotten so bad I had to.  By the end of the first season I was actually incredibly close to quitting . I was in big anxiety attack territory because I was so worn thin- I had started therapy but eventually moved onto getting medication as well and that was what allowed me to stick it out. ( I have the same therapist and I am on the same meds, it was very hard to do at the time, but i cant imagine my life now without making that choice ). After it was done I was immensely supported by the studio and worked part time as a trainer, which is what i requested to give my brain a break. (Only a few of my closer friends knew how bad I was getting but it was pretty obvious I needed to rest) I'm really proud of the work we did and we keep doing on the show, ..and some other people may have gone through something similar and found it was worth it, but thats not me. I still struggle not to fall back into that mindset, but it helps knowing that if i keep myself out of it , i can help my team out of it, because I know they care about this show just as much as I do. I’m not a martyr, I am a leader, and its up to me to keep myself healthy so I can keep my crew healthy.   I always strive to be better, but i get to decide what that looks like - and for me ..better has nothing to do with the image on the screen. Its got more to do with the experience of the people around me. Readjusting those priorities has helped a lot with keeping my head above water and not add to the pressure that makes it so hard not to get sucked down in the first place.  I do think its good to talk about though , how our passion and language and drive can lead to a lot of us being a part of this cycle. And if theres one good thing about the challenges, its sharing them so at least others can learn faster then you did ;) . take care of yourself friends.

#animation #animation industry #director talk #i still think of how many people told me to stop and how i didnt #i tell people to stop and they dont but i do understand why #thats why this shit is ingrained and its more then just words #here you go a big long animation ramble :D

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for adapting a situation I have been in/witnessed in real life into something I'm writing?

Okay, that doesn't sound as bad as it is to me on its own. Will probably seem worse with context. Here goes, and buckle in, it's a long one.

Five years ago, I (20 at the time, she/her) had this friend, who I'm going to call Alex (21 at the time, genderfluid). Alex was in this relationship with a pansexual guy who I'm going to call Mark (24 at the time, he/him). To me and the rest of Alex's friends, the way Mark treated Alex sent up some major red flags. He was insanely possessive, always spoke over Alex whenever Alex made a point or talked about something he didn't like/approve of, whenever they weren't together he'd be texting or calling Alex to ask where Alex was and who Alex was with, and would say who he thought Alex should and shouldn't associate with and enforced it to the best of his ability.

I and the rest of Alex's friend group would try and bring it up as gently as we possibly could, and Alex would either become quiet and unresponsive until we changed the subject or lash out and tell us it was just a phase in the relationship that 'all couples go through' and that we should just 'leave it alone'.

It remained a wedge issue between us until a mutual friend decided we should have a big lart at her house after a Pride Event. Alex and Mark arrived together and stayed joined at the hip until somewhere between 1 am and 1 thirty am, which was when I lost sight of them.

At 1 thirty one, I went out into the mutual friend's back garden to get some air because the house was stupidly hot and smelled like weed. I found Alex crying. After a while, he (preferred pronouns at the time were he/him) told me he'd seen Mark kissing someone he didn't know. He also said that he didn't want to go back to the flat he and Mark shared because of it. I offered to let him stay at mine for the remainder of the night, saying we'd talk about it in the morning.

At that point, Mark came outside and saw me with Alex. He said something like "Babe, I know I messed up, but you don't have to show me how bad it feels." I said to Alex that we were leaving and we made it to the side gate when Mark called "Please, I can make this right, we can be a couple again. I just... I have needs, you know?" Alex didn't respond, but I did. I shouted that his needs weren't a get-out-of-jail-free card for being a shitty person or something like that. I think I would be a JAH if I were asking about that situation

About a week after the party, Alex and Mark broke up. Alex and I both moved away, but to different places and we lost contact.

Anyway, I sat down to write something (I won't say what) and it involved a toxic relationship. About halfway through writing, I stopped and realised I was basing it on Alex and Mark's relationship, and started getting paranoid about them seeing it if I put it out into the world. I abandoned that story, but I really enjoyed writing the parts that weren't about the toxic relationship.

Would I be the asshole if I continued writing it?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[thatdesklamp]

hey! i’m the anon that once asked you about ur english a level if you even care to remember lmaoo. I JUST SAW THE REBLOGGED POST WHERE ANOTHER READER SAID THEY HATED SATORU FROM IW AND I’M???

obviously everyone’s entitled to their own opinions. i think that’s the point of reading anything tbh, form your own opinions and decide whether you like something/someone or not, bUT I LITERALLY CANNOT HELP BUT DISAGREE SO STRONGLY 😭 i’ve literally never felt this strongly about a person’s opinion on a fictional character let alone how the fictional character was written in a FANFIC 😀

and obviously, no hate to them or whatever. as i said, their opinion is theirs, i just randomly felt the need to tell you mine (ik you never asked, i’m bored and my student finance situation is pissing me off so here i am lol). i think the reason why i feel so offended (jokingly haha) about any hate towards satoru in ur fic is bcz you’ve written him identical to how satoru in the actual anime/manga is, so i felt like it was a well aimed punch to canon!satoru and as his certified wife, i can’t stand by and watch this happen 😟

he makes dumb decisions sometimes but i think that has a lot to do with the fact that hebi is quite literally his oldest friend and allowing whatever feelings he has to get in the way of that (without knowing whether she likes him or not from his pov) is risky in terms of their friendship and where that’ll take them. like in the chapter where they had their first kiss, ofc, we as readers know why she backed off and what she meant by how she couldn’t “do this anymore” (or something along those lines), but he was never aware of her NON-PLATONIC feelings towards him, so i think (i say think bcz i’m the reader and you’re the author so what you say GOES) he was just confused by what she meant.

like if i were to randomly start telling you a story of my life with no context, and you hear me say names of my friends somewhere along that story, but i never TOLD you they were my friends, you’d think “oh who’s that?” until i clarified who they are to me. quite like how he was probably confused when she was explaining how she couldn’t allow herself to indulge in something that she thought wasn’t reciprocated. he had no context and was therefore just… stupid lmao 😭 he was criticising her for leaving even tho she promised to stay bcz he just didn’t understand (not saying it’s hebi’s fault in ANY way, she is MOTHER, i will defend her till the day i die).

yeah i have a lot of other reasons why satoru is not a bad person in ur fic (he’s literally a copy of himself in canon, kudos to ur BRILLIANT writing and characterisation of him) but ik you’re probably bored and i have to go turn the house heating on bcz uk weather is no joke 😀

Hello!!

This is so so funny and lovely to hear—I’ve heard so much variety in opinions on Gojo in my fic, mainly through the comments, and so it’s so lovely when people genuinely take a proper big opinion on either side of the ‘debate’. I fully get why people would be anti-Gojo just because we’re so invested in Hebi’s perspective and when she’s treated poorly/feeling shit, it does reflect poorly on him. I think that’s why I found it fun to write the Satoru-pov oneshots; IW is such a case of ‘unreliable narrator’-ism in a way that’s not always immediately evident, and so taking yourself out of Hebi’s perspective and immersing yourself in someone else’s can really help to get a more well-rounded view of all the characters, I guess.

But yeah, I’m glad you think IW Gojo is similar to canon Gojo! I used to struggle so much with his characterisation with him as a kid, which was I think partly because he was a child and that’s difficult anyway, but also because IW was one of the first things I’d written in… like, actual years, and I wasn’t that good at writing at that point.

I do think a lot of Satoru’s dumb actions come from ignorance, in whatever aspect, and I think it’s up to the reader as to how much they ‘blame’ him for that. Especially in the later chapters: should he have noticed Hebi’s degredation in mental health, and should he have done something about it if he did, even if she had never reached out to him? She did, after all, never actually confide in him about anything troubling her: I made it a point to state it multiple times. That, I guess, is where people’s opinions will inevitably differ, as to assigning both blame and responsibility. The idea will come up a lot next chapter, but—perhaps it’s almost similar to the Geto/Gojo situation. Yes, Gojo noticed a change, and yes, he tried to talk to Geto about it: but did he do enough? Should he have tried harder? Would it have even made a difference? People have different opinions on their split, too, because it’s not so set in stone. I think that’s the main reason people would dislike IW Satoru.

More about ignorance: you’re right, I can’t see him knowing about Hebi’s feelings. Satoru’s so much more of an active character than Hebi, who is intentionally very passive (if only ‘intentionally’ so I can have the slowburn make some degree of sense, lmao, but hey!). If he knew, I’d have to have him confront her about it. Like, I cannot see Gojo *not* pushing for something if he ever thought there was a possibility of her reciprocating. So, in my head, it can be concluded from his lack of action pre-kiss, that he absolutely doesn’t think she likes him back, and he also absolutely doesn’t want to fuck up the friendship. Again: it’s so, so, so important to him. I try to justify it in the oneshots—I know so much of this is #miscommunication, but controversial opinion, miscommunication adds to the drama and is fun under CERTAIN SITUATIONS, it’s not always a bad thing. LOL.

But also low-key I get why people wouldn’t like him. But also I get why people would, and would be more than fucked off with Hebi. And why people would be somewhere in the middle. Idk where I stand, they’re just both my lil pooks, yk. <3

But hell yeah! I love ur Satoru defence squad. And enjoy your heating (😀) and respite from student finance—I wouldn’t wish that process on my worst enemy </3

#asks from la lamp de desk #intrinsic warmth

[rejectedfables]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Character: Draco Malfoy (HP) Why I love them: I don't. I love the version of him I frankensteined together from fics I read/wrote as an undiagnosed autistic preteen who wished I knew how to be meaner, and was hopelessly demisexually gay for a brunette with glasses.

Character: Uzumaki Naruto (Naruto) Why I love them: Emotionally neglected ADHD powerhouse who thinks "what do 600 hot girls look like? Me with titties and pigtails 600 times obviously" followed by "what do 600 hot boys look like? All my male friends with bedroom eyes OBVIOUSLY" and somehow hasn't figured out he's into dudes and is probably genderfluid. The Haku and Zabuza arc came SO close to "child soldier figures out that making children into soldiers is bad, actually, and resolves to create a better society where fewer people needlessly suffer" but then I think the author got old and forgot his own trajectory in favor of endless spectacle creep and, idk, something about the moon crushing Konoha or whatever. I lost interest in the story, but not the BOY. Also his relentless fixation with that dark haired cool guy he kissed one time makes every other character feel awkward, and I relate to that.

Character: Urameshi Yusuke (Yu Yu Hakusho) Why I love them: LOVE me a guy who even HEAVEN writes off as an irredeemable asshole surprising everyone with an act of selflessness. Love me an asshole who dedicates his life to love and friendship. Yusuke's narrative is basically "Obviously all yokai are evil. Wait, some aren't (some of my best friends are yokai)? Wait, most aren't (I actually really enjoy the yokai world/community)? Wait, I'M a yokai? (THAT'S why I am the way I am, and actually that's not evil it's just different)??? So there's evil humans AND evil yokai but neither are inherently bad, MOST are just regular people on both sides, and both are worth protecting" and anyway this is a neurodivergent and queer allegory to me, which slaps severely.

Character: Shi Qingxuan (Heaven Official's Blessing) Why I love them: Gender

Character: Luke Fon Fabre (Tales of the Abyss) Why I love them: Nobody's doing character growth like this little shit. An icon. It takes like 30 hours of gameplay for him to become likable and when he does it's somehow genuinely worth it.

Character: Changheng (Love Between Fairy and Devil) Why I love them: (I'm picking only one character per story, which is the only reason Xiao Lanhua and Dongfang Qingcang aren't also on this list.) You're telling me the God of War's narrative is a "tragic princess, betrothed since childhood, can't escape her family's expectations, constantly has to put everyone else above herself, until finally she snaps" story blended with "man who has been forced to live in war, falls for the first person who acknowledges that he, too, needs protection, ultimately rejects the violence he's been forced to endure and enact in favor of pursuing peace" and I'm what? NOT supposed to go insane? Also his nose freckle gives me heart palpitations.

Character: Logan Echolls (Veronica Mars, specifically season 1) Why I love them: What an excellent example of a badly coping shithead jerk fuckup boy who would be SO soft in any context where he's not under constant threat. Something about his mouth-breathing under duress compels me.

Character: Kyo (Fruits Basket) Why I love them: Badly coping under duress, the entire system is stacked against him, anger management issues and the snatched waist of a 90's manga twink. What can I say, a feral cat finding stability and love gets me every time.

Character: Xue Yang (MDZS) Why I love them: Irredeemable asshole feral cat ass man, coping badly at all times with all things but holding it together with a winning personality (gratuitous violence and bad jokes). Falls SO hard for the first person to show him love and kindness, becomes SO soft when not under threat for the first time ever, and then fucks up SO badly he ruins his whole fucking life. Spends more time trying to get back what he lost than he actually HAD what he lost. He's irredeemable. He's irredeemable. He makes apple rabbits for A Qing because she's sad. He's irredeemable. He doesn't pull a weapon on Xingchen even when Xingchen has already stabbed him and he's renowned for violence and revenge. He's irredeemable. I starting writing a post in his defense and hit the character limit halfway through my 'notes to flesh out later' bullet pointed list. He's irredeemable?? Xiao Xingchen could, though, is all I'm saying. The deeper you look into his actions the more humanity there is to find. I'm rotating every single thing about him in my mind like a rotisserie chicken.

Character: Chu Wanning (ERHA) Why I love them: He's hopelessly demisexually gay for literally just one guy. His story is gratuitously tragic but with a happy ending. Autistic Yearning incarnate. He's a burnt out husk of a blushing virgin, and the horniest person alive. Would readily die for his convictions, but won't ask for help. Prettiest wife anyone could ever wish for, with a strong masculine jaw. Total knockout gorgeous with body dysmorphia. Hyper competent with zero emotional intelligence. Widely respected and beloved with intense self loathing. He's never not masking. He's an atticked wife, he's a bossy husband, he's a piece of wood. He's 45. He's 6. He's 20. He's 32. He is catnip for me.

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs #xue yang #asks #anon #2ha #erha #erha he ta de bai mao shizun #lbfad #love between fairy and devil #naruto #yyh #yu yu hakusho #i'm not gonna tag all these #anyway I love asks like this it just always takes me a while so [blesses you with patience] or whatever

[my-mt-heart]

Hi MT,

Im french and i needed to vent about something. I watched the finale when it aired in english. I cried and screamed with joy when he said i love you.

But i rewatched in yesterday, and for the first time, in french. I could not wait to hear "je t aime", also because i love the french voice actor who is quite famous here in the "dubbing" world. But i disgress.

So i watched it in french, with my popcorn, ready to hear "je t aime" . Guess what?

They translated it in... "i care about you, you know" and she answered the same.

I am fucking mad.

What were they afraid of?? That we dont consider it platonic enough?? Im curious to know how it went in other languages, if anyone can help....

I mean if in the original language they were not afraid to use i love you, platonicwise or not, why would they change it in french?? Its bad enough that all the other carylers hates us now because of te spin off 🤣 (joking... hopefully)

That said, Caryl is not the only one who suffered from it.

Rosita's "i'm glad it was you in the end" became "im proud of what you became" which litteraly doesnt mean... the same at all

The guy in the helicopter said to Rick something like "its like HE told you", dont remember the exact words but it definitely was a HE, and it became "I told you". In one case, you hear abt a mysterious character that viewers will probably meet in the spin off, in the other case it means nothing special. Please correct me if im wrong now i have doubts. It was a HE right?? In english

Anyway, i can tell u that it definitely wasnt i love you in french and im pissed beyond mesure.

Im sorry that i cant bring anything positive, i just needed to talk abt it with someone. My friends watch twd but they dont care abt shipping ...🤷‍♀️ lol

Also, now i know that even when i love the french actors that beautifully dubbs my favorite characters's voice, its still better to watch it in the original language... so much is lost in translation, or worse

Some languages translated “I love you” in a romantic context, others didn’t. It’s a really tedious task going through scripts and making notes to avoid miscommunication, and some things unfortunately get overlooked. I don’t think that’s the case here though. The real issue has nothing to do with the dubbing at all, it was the insistence on keeping Caryl’s relationship ambiguous. We can talk about body language and micro expressions all day, but the bottom line is Caryl fans shouldn’t have been expected to connect the dots for themselves after waiting years for the payoff. It was an obvious marketing ploy, a way to put a band-aid on the spinoff fiasco while making it safe enough to reinvent Daryl in the spinoff 🤦‍♀️

The thing is, Caryl fans still cherish that milestone in their relationship. Daryl spoke with conviction. It was a promise, not a goodbye as some have put it, so how the hell are we supposed to buy that he’s feeling uncertain again in the spinoff? How is that “tension” going to make us feel anything other than irritated? Carol is riding Daryl’s bike, crossing a damn ocean, and probably retracing his steps to find him. What’s Daryl doing to get back to her, specifically her, not just “people.” Not just “them.” 🤨 I don’t want to waste my time looking for subtle clues here and there. If the payoff starts with Carol, that’s whose story I want to follow to get there.

Sorry, I had some venting to do myself. I have no clue about the helicopter scene lol

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

[araminakilla]

So, today it's the 4th anniversary of the Ducktales episode "Treasure of the Found Lamp!" which means that it's Faris D'jinn birthday. Wo-hoo!

And yes, I'm still keeping the tradition of celebrating it because it's fun and his episode was one of the best. Plus, Zan Owlson made it to the new Darkwing Duck comic as the mayor of St. Canard, so that could mean more minor characters from Dt 2017 could return.

Crossing fingers that in the new DT or DWD media D'jinn and Gene will meet.

Anyway, this time I give to you a fanfic I made after the show ended in the times of... March 2021.

HOLY- it's been that long? Wow

Moving on, since I (for some reason I still don't know) only wrote the middle part and the end of the fanfic, I'm going to give you context of the beggining.

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Basically it's set just after Bradford's defeat.

The main ducks and company encounter D'jinn who seems to be looking for someone. Webby is very curious about how D'jinn was captured by F.O.W.L. since he is a very skilled fighter and because she said "I wish to know" a certain magical brown duck appears and after an impressive presentation, he makes appear a giant screen as it shows how the warrior was captured.

There was no big fight or resistance, just something similar to what happened to Donald and Della in the final episode. He saw baby Jeeves and went "Awww, a baby" before being blasted by the Phantom Blot, knocking him out. Then Rockerduck picked his tiny assistant and Pepper said "that was very easy" as they left the scene.

Everyone was stunned, specially D'jinn. It was after he heard a few mocking laughs coming from the villains that still were there and also realising that EVERYONE who was captured by F.O.W.L. saw it as well (they even got popcorn!) that he became very dismayed and shouted at Gene as to why did he do that.

Just as Gene started to realize what he has done, Lena standed between them and looked like she was ready to defend the genie by fighting Faris.

When Webby and the boys tried to calm the situation, May and June joined Lena and said to D'jinn every bad thing the agents of F.O.W.L. (specially Bradford) told them about him, in front of the recently-free people no less, making some people gasp and some villains nod their heads in approval.

After hearing those horrible things, Faris runs away in shame not for the recent screening of his lame capture, but for the false accusations.

Scrooge and company had to calm down the people and tell them the truth: That a lot of things F.O.W.L. said about them were lies and could not be trusted. Of course the evil agents told the female ducklings many lies about the ones they captured like Gyro, Boyd, Fenton, Penumbra, the Three Caballeros, Storkules, etc.

After things became clear, Gene decides to seach for D'jinn, because the warrior needs an apology and he didn't deserve the way he was treated recently. He finally founds him and that's when the story begins.

In this fanfic, the bond between Gene and his lamp was broken thank to the Phantom Blot's glove and somehow D'jinn knows about the Blot's backstory and that Gene had previous awful masters (I said "somehow" because there was actually an explanation for this but since I wrote this fanfic more than two years ago I can't remember all the details)

Now, after everything was said, let's begin with the story!

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"Hey, there you are!" Said the genie while he appeared behind Faris. "Look, I'm so sorry for what happened. I didn't want to humilliate you, I just..."

"It is fine" said D'jinn in a calm tone "You just wanted to help the friend of the girl who freed you. I am the one who has to apologize"

"Wait... really?" The magical duck said in a confused tone.

"Yes, I should not have scream at you. Is just... I get too intense sometimes you know. Even the Ducks tried to get rid of me the day I arrived in their home"

"Yeaaaaah, maybe destroying things in their living room and saying you will tear their house apart wasn't the best character introduction"

"Wait, how did you know I said that?"

"Oh, it's easy, F.O.W.L. has like hundreds of hidden cameras in the mansion and all Duckburg. That is without mentioning the cameras they have around the world."

"Really?" The warrior asked in disbelief.

The duck made appear an ottoman for two persons and when they sat down, he kept talking.

"Yes, I saw a lot of recordings while imprisioned in the Blot's glove. Seriously, they could make a whole show with the content they have. They have so many Duck tales. But, returning to what you said, I don't think they wanted to get rid of you, they were only a little..."

"Scared, I know" said D'jinn in a worried tone "Like I said before, I get too intense sometimes, I saw how some people in my homeland tried to get away from me when I got too passionate about something."

Gene, was surprised to hear that, so he said in a concerned tone "Tell me more"

The warrior was uncertain for a moment, but then started to talk.

"When I was young, a little wolf kid from my homeland found a scroll I nearly lost at a bazaar and started drawing on it. I took the scroll and called him a thief... in a tone that made me sound very upset. The little one said in tears that he just found it on the ground. Before I could say sorry, his mother came and hug her kid. The father appeared and started screaming that this is the reason of why I do not have a wife or children and that if I ever have them, they will run away from me just like everyone. He said that so loud that all the people there was staring at us. I saw their faces and some of them agreed in silence, others even nodded"

"They just don't know you are very dramatic, that's all" said the duck trying to confort the canine.

"I never saw that wolf family again, but the words of the father appear in my mind everytime I think of having descendants. Sometimes I feel it will never leave. Maybe he is right..." D'jinn said in a resigned tone "And it is the best for everyone if I never become a parent"

"What are you saying!?" Exclaimed Gene while he began to float "The world would a better place if NO... WHEN you become a father.

"But I-"

"Shush my poor, confused arabian warrior and let me finish" the duck said while transforming the canine's mouth into a closed zip. D'jinn was not amused.

"You have to understand that, yes... you are intense, somewhat hot tempered and not prone to smiling but that doesn't define who you really are. Believe me, I had masters who seemed friendly on the outside and were wicked on the inside. Plus there are many aspects that define a character and let me tell you, what I saw about you is extraordinary."

The canine looked up at the Genie while crossing his arms as if saying "Like what?"

"Well for starters, you have a passion for life and journeys, are a great artist, you respect your opponents, are very good at riddles but most importantly... you are a loyal friend and ally, you would do anything to keep your loved ones safe and know family is the greatest treasure of all. Those aspects made you who you are now, Faris D'jinn"

The adventurer looked at Gene with wide eyes. He unzapped his mouth that returned back to normal and said in a quiet, hopeful voice:

"Is that true?"

"Yes, it is! Just look at Donald. The duck has a temper but that doesn't define who he is. He's a great father to the ducklings, a brave adventurer and many other things! Now tell me..." The brown duck began asking "When you said you looked everywhere in the Lost Library for the Phantom Blot to free me... you really mean it?"

"Of course I mean it. You were prisioner of a still grievering man who reflected his loss in the form of hate towards magical creatures. It was just matter of time before he decided to get rid of you."

"I mean, that could have been a very epic and memorable battle."

"Yes, it could" Faris said while nodding "But now that I know what are the reasons behind his awful actions, I wish I could help him. Nobody deserves losing his family and people"

At that moment Gene smiled widely, changed his clothes to a suit, made appear a microphone and gave D'jinn a trophy that has the words "#1 best boy"

"Faris D'jinn ladies and gentlemen" the genie said looking at the 4th wall "the most underrated character of all time!"

To say the warrior was flustered at the duck's words is an understandment.

"Come on Gene, stop it" said D'jinn laughing in an awkward manner. The genie laughed too.

"Um, excuse us... is this a bad moment?"

The pair turned around to see two ducklings with yellow and cian outfits, a tall teenage female duck, a violet sabrewing and their best friend, Webby.

Gene changed back to his original clothes and made the microphone and trophy dissapear.

"We wanted to say sorry" said Lena "I just fought a tall, dark and dramatic man. I guess I'm just wary of that kind of people, but you are different. Webby really admires you"

"Yeah, we are sorry too" said June to the canine "We shouldn't have said those things that F.O.W.L. told us about you"

"After all, those people were going to kill us anyway" said May bitterly "You can't trust the words of supervillians"

"It is fine little ones" said Faris in a friendly and calm voice "No need to say sorry, you wanted to protect Webby. She is so lucky to have you"

"Woah" said June while her eyes were growing bigger and had sparks in them "You are really nice, just like that time you explained your family's story to the Ducks. Webby told us"

"Yes" said May admiring the arabian adventurer too "And you are really good at fighting monsters, aliens and Beagle Boys! ...I mean, we can do that too but not many people can"

"No wonder you have his photo in your big family board" said June while elbowing Webby. The girl with the pink bow nodded happily...

"Wait" said Faris "What family board?"

...before realizing what has been said.

"Nothing!" Exclaimed Webby "Just some information I was collecting from everyone"

"Yeah" said June "Everyone you consider family"

May showed D'jinn a photo she took of the board back in Mcduck's Mansion. "See Mr. D'jinn? You are here in the corner celebrating your birthday, next to you is Amunet"

"I see" said the warrior "But why am I there?"

"Like June said" Lena began to explain "This is a board consisting on people Webby considers family not by blood, but by love. The villains are only there because they are part of her life too... and one of them is my aunt" she said the last part a little ashamed.

"Come on girls" said Webby "It's not like I would LOVE for an amazing and skilled middle eastern warrior with a heart of gold who is very wise about life to be my uncle, because that would be very crazy" she laughed in an awkward manner "...right?"

The canine was a little dissapointed.

"Yeah, right. I guess I should..."

Suddenly he felt someone tug at his turban.

"Dude! That was a trick question! Of course she would love for you to be her honorary uncle!"

"First of all..." said Faris while making a signal with one hand "Stop. Pulling. My. Turban"

The genie was taken aback when he saw the warrior's face and instead of being angry he was very uncomfortable. Then he realized that he was still pulling the piece of clothing. Gene stopped doing it and float away a little.

"Woah! Sorry, sorry. It was not my intention!"

"Alright, and second..." the canine said while kneeling down to be more close to the height of the girls. "Webbigail Vanderquack, do you really want for me to be your uncle?"

"Yes! I do... but only if you want to be part of my family..." the duckling said while playing with her fingers "...but that would mean being in danger if people from other planets come to invade Earth or the possibility of getting kidnapped by another evil organization, so I'm sure the answer is-"

"YES!" D'jinn said looking at Webby with wide, overjoyed eyes while having a big smile on his face. Then he held her, stood up and began to spin with joy "I will be your uncle! It is my greatest honor!"

Webby was surprised, after procesing for a second what the warrior said, she screamed "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! YAY!"

May and June hug each other, jumped and screamed in joy like fangirls in a concert while Lena and Violet smiled, looked at each other and made a sisterly fist bump.

Gene was overjoyed too. He began to spin in the air while releasing fireworks.

"I really love the found family trope! Shabooey!"

"This is amazing! First Scrooge is my dad and now you are my uncle! Best. Week. EVER!"

Everyone was having a great time when a very familiar Moonlander ran towards them.

"There you are small Della, other small Dellas, tall Della and purple Della" said Penumbra "your family is looking for you, they are worried you get lost, especialy the old duck"

"We are fine Penny" said Webby now walking towards her "we were talking with D'jinn, he will protect us if anything happens"

"I see" both the moon and earth warriors looked at each other with respect. Penumbra made a warrior greeting "It is an honor to finally meet you, Earth D'jinn"

The mentioned made a similar greeting, being serious like always "The honor is mine, Moon Penumbra"

Both turned around when they heard a muffled laugh coming from the teenager duck.

"Sorry" said Lena "I will be right there" she pointed to the left and walked while muttering "...dorks"

The warriors were quiet for a moment, confused at being called that, then Penumbra broke the silence.

"Now that I found you, I can inform the ducks about your location"

"We will come with you in a moment" said Webby.

"Alright then" said the moonlander while looking at Faris again, exchanging one last look of respect and understandment. Then looked at his left and saw the genie floating, smiling and waving at her.

She did a double take and began muttering to herself while walking away "Ducks can fly? Well, the ducks who don't speak or wear clothes can, but apparently the sentient ones can too? I had to ask Della about that"

The girls began to follow Penumbra, but Webby turned around to see the canine and spoke in arabic:

"(See you soon, uncle)"

"(See you soon dear niece, may Allah bless you in your journey)"

Webby smiled widely. She, May and June squealed while walking to find their family.

"He sounds so good in arabic!" Said June.

"I know right?" Said May "I wish I could speak the language. Sounds very friendly"

Gene nodded "Yep, they are Webby's clones alright"

Before speaking another word, a cough was heard. Both looked down to see the violet sabrewing, who was silent even since the girls came to them, staring at them. Then she spoke in arabic too.

"(Let me guess, you really don't understand social cues while interacting with people and that make them think you are weird)"

"(Now that you mentioned, yes. That is right)"

"(Relatable)"

"(It is?)"

"(Very much)"

"(I am sorry)"

"(Don't worry, I'm fine. My family and friends remind me how everyone is special and different)"

After she said that, she began to follow her sisters. Faris smiled warmly and said:

"You are a very wise girl... what is your name?"

The girl turned around to see the warrior in the eyes, then made a little bow. "My name is Violet Apollonia Sabrewing"

The canine bowed too. "I am Faris D'jinn"

"I know" said the girl with a little smile.

"Violet, come on. We have to get to the Sunchaser" Violet's older sister said while looking at the men one last time "See you soon, oh powerful genie... uncle D'jinn" she said in a tone that the duo couldn't understand if that was sarcasm or not. They even couldn't read her face, which was a combination of happy but mocking at the same time.

"I may be able to answer ever riddle of the world but that is nothing compared to the greatest mystery of them all... teenagers" Faris said giving up.

"Looks like you have five nieces now" said Gene with a grin.

"It is true" the warrior said happy "I am so glad that... wait..." he remembered something the duckling said in her moment of great joy "Webby is the daughter of Scrooge?"

The confused warrior looked at the genie who said "Yes, it's a really long story"

The canine thought for a moment "I have time"

(Moments later)

"What do you mean Webbigail and company were created by F.O.W.L.?"

(Moments later)

"What do you mean that villainous buzzard is the reason the three boys grew up without a mother?"

(Another moment later)

"What do you mean Donald forced his family to live a sitcom reality that was not theirs for days without them being capable of breaking free until somebody figured out things because he was traumatized by the loss of his sibling?

(Yet another moment later)

"What do you mean this was not the only time that happened!?"

"To be fair, I had nothing to do with THAT one."

Faris couldn't process more information and spoke seriously.

"Gene, of many things someone could wish, that was very messed up"

"I know, I know but Donald wanted to do the best for his family"

"It could be the case, but now imagine this. If my Baba was the one who found you and he said "I wish for my son Faris D'jinn to be the doctor I always knew he could become" that would mean having my personality altered and be something I am not for the rest of my days but that would be fine because that is the best for our family" the warrior concluded while crossing his arms.

"Well... now that you put it like that it doesn't sound like a decent thing to do" the genie said ashamed.

"On the other hand..." D'jinn said in a soft tone of voice "Your intentions were always good, I am relieved the ducks found you"

"True, they are good people, even better than Collie Baba" Gene admited "I wish I had more masters like them in the past"

"I lament you had to be with such horrible masters"

"Nah, don't worry. In reality, my ex masters knew they can't mess with me, I can be like the Papyrus of Binding when I get upset" the genie said relaxed "Ever heard of Merlock the Magician?"

"No"

"Good" Gene suddenly said in a very serious, somber tone of voice.

This surprised D'jinn for a second. He began to reach his hand towards his new friend and was going to ask him if he was alright, but then Gene smiled and said with his usual cheerful voice.

"So D'jinn, now that you are free... what are you going to do?"

The warrior thought about that. There were many things he had in mind after almost being wiped out of existence. He finally said:

"If I remember correctly, you said that evil organization has hidden cameras around the world"

"Yep, lots and lots of cameras. They were really a dedicated organization"

"And some agents like the Blot, his most trusted ally, that talkative rooster and the annoying rich duck in white clothes are still somewhere"

"That is correct my dramatic friend"

"Do you know what this means?"

"A lot of material left for possible spin-offs?"

"No I... what are spin-offs?" D'jinn asked confused.

"Oh I wish I could tell you, but I can only make a limited number of Meta references per chapter" Gene said quickly.

"What Meta, what chapter?" Faris said more confused than before. Despite this, he continued speaking about his plan for his next adventure.

"Now that the agents went on their own journeys, that would mean the camera system is weak. We can locate them, learn how many of them are around the world and destroy them"

"I like your plan! This could be its own seri... wait, "we" as in you and me?" The duck said surprised.

"Yes, I said we. Would you do me the honor to be my companion in this new quest?" Faris asked while giving his hand to the duck.

Gene didn't hesitate and hug the warrior tighly.

"Yes! I would love to! Thank you!"

D'jinn was caught by surprise but instead of trying to get out the hug, he wrapped his arms slowly towards the free Gene and smiled. Then he remembered something.

"Wait! You said you have plans of your own. I apologize for forgetting that. I do not want to interfere in your own wishes"

"What? No, it's fine. I really didn't have idea where to go first. All my existence, I had to go where my masters wanted me to go, but now I can decide... and I want to be with you D'jinn"

The friendly and calm words of the brown duck made Faris be... very happy? Ectastic? He couldn't tell. To be someone emotional doesn't mean knowing exactly how you feel all the time.

"But I must tell you" said Gene "when the Phantom Blot separated me from my lamp, I lost many of my powers. I went from phenomenal cosmic powers to not even a quarter of that"

"Are you sure about that?" the warrior asked curious about the limitations of his new partner.

"Yeah, I can no longer create alternative realities or affect someone else's character but..."

"You... tried to do that again to confirm it?" D'jinn asked very worried as to how Gene was sure he couldn't alter personalities anymore.

"What!? No, noooooo. Come on, it's not like I tried to erase everyone's minds to make them forget about your encounter with F.O.W.L. because that would be very bad hehehe... right?"

"You are right my dear friend, it is good thing you didn't try to do that" Faris said relieved.

"That was also a... nevermind" said Gene giving up.

His new companion was a box of surprises and mysteries, not that it was a bad thing. If anything, he loves surprises and was eager to discover more things about him and the world around them.

"I still can teletransport us to any place we want. Just say a place and we will be there in a second"

"Not so fast Gene, we can take the easy way... or we can experience a great journey without using a lot of magic" the canine said while doing dramatic movements.

"Oh yeah, for a moment I forgot who I'm talking to, Mr. LARP"

"Why Larp? Everyone calls me Mr. D'jinn" the warrior said confused.

Was he ever going to understand Gene's references?

"I know, it's just... okayyy moving on" the brown duck said while trying to make things less awkward.

Was he ever going to understand D'jinn's literal thought process?

None of them had the answers for that.

It was just a matter of time, they supposed.

"If we are going to travel, we need to do it in style" Gene said while transforming the ottoman he made moments ago into a really cool looking and fast motorcycle, similar to the one Faris had in his quest for the found lamp.

"Gene this is without a doubt, as most people say these days, really awesome" the canine said while looking in awe at their new way of transportation.

"Thank you buddy" said a very flattered genie "and don't worry. I think everyone is going to forget about that random screening. Besides, nobody has recorded it"

Meanwhile, somewhere in the dunes...

"I got it!" Said a lone dog person with gray fur, goth clothes and a mask that is his connection to a certain group of thieves back in Duckburg.

He was holding a cellphone with an Hades-themed holdcase while looking at the video that he took of the arabian warrior's capture.

"I, Black Arts Beagle, have all recorded in my phone. And in good quality too" he said while laughing in triumph.

"Now I have to get back to Duckburg... somehow" the Beagle thought for a second before snapping his fingers "But of course!"

He then began to chant something and glowed in a magical purple aura. Suddenly he disappeared... only to appear less than five meters to the left.

"Wait what?" The magician said in panic. "What happened to my magic?!"

He only remembers using it to power up his cellphone while he was recording the genie's little movie.

But that couldn't be a reason as to why his powers aren't working anymore, could it?

He tried to use a teletransportation spell only to appear ten meters in the sky and fall in the soft but hot sand, still in the same place.

Aparently it could.

"No no no no NOOOOOOOO" He exclaimed dramaticaly while looking at the sky, powerless.

"How am I supposed to return to civilization?" He wondered in despair. He began to walk in whatever direction could help him find a way to escape this wide and unknow desert.

Suddenly he saw in the distance a very familiar dark figure looking at a floating duck who made appear a really cool looking motorcycle. They were talking about something before deciding to use the vehicle.

"I heard about the original tale but I never saw that movie"

"What!? You didn't see Aladdin in your life?" Gene asked in disbelief "We need to change that"

Black Arts looked at his phone and with the little of magic he had made his artifact invisible as to protect it from the Genie dude and the warrior.

He didn't think it twice, raised his left hand and began to run in their direction.

"Hey, birthday dude! Future father of the century...!"

One brief conversation later, the arabian warrior and the genie were going to travel the world alongside a Master of Dark Arts who was in a sidecar connected to the motorcycle. The three of them were free from F.O.W.L. and ready to began a new journey.

"TO ADVENTURE!"

"SHABOOEY!"

"ANY PLACE WITHOUT MA IS WELCOME!"

FIN

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt 2017 #dt17 #ducktales fanfiction #dt fanfic #faris d'jinn #faris djinn #ducktales djinn #gene the genie #dt gene #ducktales gene #webby vanderquack #may duck #june duck #lena sabrewing #violet sabrewing #dt penumbra #ducktales penumbra #black arts beagle #just had to include all my favorites in this not so little story #it wasn't complete but still is more developed than the Dt x Wandavision fanfic #yes that fanfic exists and is archived somewhere #most likely it will see the light of day in the 5th anniversary of D'jinn birthday #hopefully we will have more news about the Darkwing Duck reboot #missing my dramatic duck parent in purple too #at least we have the comics #i'm so proud of Zan Owlson #the first Dt2017 original character to be outside their media #hopefully we will get more crossovers like this one

[optimistc-apathy]

Before anything else, I am a writer.

I would also call myself a singer. Or a textile artist, maybe. I could be a sibling, or a friend, or a student, or a baker, or a gardener, or a cook. There is an incredible number of labels you could put on me that would fit.

When I was a kid, I would deny so vehemently that I ever wanted to be a writer. I used to read like it was breathing, and when my relatives would interrupt me in the middle of a story to ask if I'd ever want to author one myself, I would tell them that reading and writing were two different things, thank you very much, and just because I was a reader didn't mean I was a writer.

But, through that love for reading, I ended up figuring out what the phrase "Stockholm Syndrome" meant much younger than you might expect. Think eight or nine, after reading the "Series of Unfortunate Events." Which, if you didn't know, is a notably bad place to garner vocabulary. Lemony Snicket is in the habit of explaining words in a context entirely different from what they actually mean. Still, I have a vivid memory of sitting in a corner of the living room on Thanksgiving as a nine-year-old (reading, naturally), and hearing my sister's boyfriend ask my mom for clarification on the concept of Stockholm Syndrome. I looked up from my book and told him what it was -- much to the chagrin of my parents, who were wondering where I'd learned it.

It's ironic that it was a book that introduced me to the concept of Stockholm Syndrome, and that it was one of the few phrases that Lemony Snicket ever explained correctly. I doubt you're unfamiliar with it, but it means to be trapped or held captive by something, and to grow to love it anyway.

When I think about it now, I realize that it was inevitable that I learned to love to write. I also hated learning how to read, but my dad taught me before I even started kindergarten, and I loved knowing I was better at it than the other kids. It was my way of setting myself apart. I drank so desperately from the books I read that I couldn't help but fill myself with words.

And then, just as inevitably, they had nowhere to go.

That was the first part of my own experience with Stockholm Syndrome. I was folded into myself like origami, with so much to say and no space for it. Every word I'd ever read was crammed into my lungs, and I didn't know what to do with them. It wasn't until I found other people's writing (like Broadway shows I loved, intersectional queer lit, characters that looked and felt and breathed like me, etc.) that I ever wanted to make my own.

I didn't start writing until I was 13. I found my first inspiration -- and what it was, I'll never tell because lord, is it embarrassing -- and I made something out of it. It felt like reaching down into my chest and taking hold of something I barely knew was there and turning myself out onto the page, but in a different font. Whether that be Times New Roman or the chicken scratch I had going in 4 different notebooks simultaneously, there was always something to say. I could never get away from it. And, as the Stockholm Syndrome mention might suggest, I grew to love it.

There is a part of me now that is inextricable from my writing. I put words together to get feelings out, in a way that is both authentic to myself and more beautiful than anything I have ever been. I put words together to process what I've been through. I put words together to write lives that I've never lived, and I grow vicariously through them. I know that love exists because I write it into existence. I am all that I need to be through the words I put down.

At the end of the day, yes. I am fully and completely bound to my writing. I am trapped in a way that I will never experience elsewhere. I would be nothing without it.

But fuck, I love it.

#my writing #that definition definitely isn't what Stockholm Syndrome actually means #nor is it really in the spirit of Stockholm Syndrome #but give me my creative license this is a post about being a writer okay #I'm gonna embellish some shit #this is what it means to be a writer #to me #writer #author #original writing #stream of consciousness #my love for writing #lemony snicket #RAISED me #I read all of those books #series of unfortunate events #absolutely ate with those #I read chasing redbird #Charlie and the chocolate factory #the witches #matilda #george's marvelous medicine #the outsiders #I did a book report on #life of pi #in fifth grade #(and understood the book) #would love to know what Mrs. Grimmer thought of that #the secret life of bees #absolutely fucking gas book

[vacantgodling]

sigh. taps the sign.

you should not shame authors for marketing the representation in their wips in an effort to get their book in front of those who would want and need it most AND marketing your product solely based on checkboxes and tropes your work hits can be frustrating because it prioritizes identity over the actual contents of the story are statements that do coexist

for example (using one of my own wips, jenna the reaper): my book features a teen autistic black ace spec lesbian and her qpr partner/best friend who is an afro brazilian aroace dude. you should read it! buy it right now! (well you can’t cuz i’m not working on it right now but you get the idea).

this information is GREAT to know for people who are black or afrolatino in some way and want to see rep of themselves, GREAT for someone who wants to see ace/aro spec characters take a center stage and see more attention given to a qpr instead of a traditional romance. as far as you can tell this has everything you’re looking for in a story!

but let’s say, you don’t like reading horror. it makes you uncomfortable or squicks you out for some reason. but you pick up jenna the reaper anyway just based on the summation of what Types of characters are in the book.

well, SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER this book is horror!! and now you’ve gone and bought a book you can’t fundamentally enjoy because by me not telling you what the story is ACTUALLY about ON TOP OF what types of characters it represents, it’s left you in the dark and you’re unable to curate your own space!!

i am all for more representation in books. i check of several boxes myself and i want to see more of me in media. every marginalized person does. HOWEVER. THAT. DOES. NOT. MEAN. I. WILL. LIKE. EVERYTHING. THAT. IS. PRESENTED. TO. ME. i don’t care if a book features trans masc mcs. what is it about? i hate coming out stories regardless of what the context is, therefore even if you say oh this mc is a transmasc vampire for instance, if the story is about him coming out i don’t want to read it. it’s my right to be able to curate what media i want to read regardless of how much or how little the representation of myself is. and it’s your right too!! it’s everyone’s right!! the only way that we will get past this issue is to have more queer and marginalized characters in stories generally speaking and to make their identities the cherry on top. if you were to tell me for instance, that you were writing a magical cowboy story where the mcs are forced to face the emotional demons of their past— i’d be into it!! but THEN you add on top of that that the mc is trans masc and the story has nothing to do with him coming out, IM READING IT ALREADY!

marginalized identities should add to a story not be the sole fucking point of the story. that’s why we have this constant media barrage of boring copy paste coming out story after coming out story after oh society treated me bad for my identity or blah blah blah like y’all. Y’ALL. we deserve more media that is fantastical and fun and appeals to anyone’s taste without the gd identity politics being the only thing to give it weight. make complex stories with queer people IN them for fucks sake i’m so TIRED.

#i’m done yelling now #talking #ren hot cakes #<- yelly preachy posts or whatever

[paigeoforacle]

Alright, how did the Barbara and Witchblade thing happen?

Alright, I promised I would explain if I got this ask, so I am going to do so. Even if it's relatively brief due to my lack of knowledge of the Witchblqde series, I hope this is at least a good start.

So, for a little bit of context, the original Witchblade series was run by an imprint of Image Comics called Top Cow, and has a few connections to other Image properties like The Darkness. Said Witchblade is a powerful evil gauntlet that was created by The Darkness (if you ever played the PS3 games of the same name, Jackie Escarado and the Darkness are from that) that takes female hosts and turns them into lethal warriors known as Witchblades, who are also corrupted by the dark forces of the weapon to sew untold destruction (though this can be fought against by many of the more longterm hosts it seems).

It also comes with outfits that could only have been made in the 90s.

Anyway, for a crossover with the Justice League, we are shown that for this crossover, Sara Pezzini is a close friend of a leaguer, who takes her to the watchtower to get medical attention as soon as possible. That Leaguer? Barbara Gordon.

Gotta say, Babs looks good here, even if I am surprised at how auburn her hair is.

So, connection established, we get some moments where the League are discussing the nature of Sara being there, with Babs standing firm for her friend. But, here's the problem. The Witchblade can transfer hosts, usually to continue its bloodthirsty rampage. In the story, it possesses three women. No prizes for guessing who's first.

Arachnophobes, beware.

Yes, when Babs gets the Witchblade, the weapon decides to turn her into a giant fire breathing spider monster who... apparently magically bonded to the internet? Literally? The fact that this is one of three instances of Babs becoming superpowered and using it on computers is surprising. As a note, usually to remove a Witchblade from its host you have to kill them. Especially if they bond real nice. But in the story, for plot reasons, Babs does survive and is shown later on having fun with Sara. The Witchblade, however, would continue to be a problem.

Especially considering who the final host is.

Now, sadly this is where the story ends for now, as I need to find this story to get a full Synopsis, but this is more about how bonkers the whole Babs/Witchblade thing was. And some surprising silver linings.

See, while she gets turned into a magical fire breathing spider monster, this is temporary. The Witchblade doesn't fix Babs's paralysis, and from what I can tell, it's not treated as a Bad Thing(tm). Which is actually both surprising and good to see from a series like this. Keep in mind, the Witchblade titles were more mature and seemingly in line with one of Image's darling children, Spawn. So bear that in mind if you choose to track this crossover down, or want to read the Witchblade comics for yourself.

And for those wanting to know what to look for?

This is one of the covers for the run. I believe there are 8 issues total.

So that concludes a rather bonkers period of time in a wild DC/Image crossover. Hope you guys had fun! And thank you @salad-juice-enjoyer for the ask!

#paige spews #paige rambles #long post #witchblade #barbara gordon #oracle #sara pezzini #wonder woman #diana of themyscira #image comics #dc comics #weird crossovers #crossover

[thelasttime]

ok storytime (if one of my friends on here sees this she'll know who i am but that's ok lmao): so my best friend irl decided to break up with her boyfriend because he wasn't paying attention to her emotional needs and lowkey neglecting her for a really long time, and also had his own issues to work through that were hurting her. this was like, a really difficult breakup because she really loved him and they'd been together a while and all that, so this was like, the hardest decision ever for her to make. and ofc we all tried to support her through it as best as we could. so she broke up with him on the phone (he was travelling and would be for a while so there really was no choice) and he immediately started talking about how it was ok because he was going to break up with her anyway (probably not true). and then hung up. which really downplayed the gravity of the situation and her emotions but we'd come to expect that from him at this point as usual with breakups and heartbreak, she was kinda going through stages of feeling really good about her decision and then being absolutely wrecked, and again, we tried to help her as best as we could. so recently, she was having a really bad day because she'd seen him out and about for the first time since the breakup and he looked happy which really through her for a loop. so we all tried to tell her about the funniest/weirdest interactions we'd had with him (they were together for a while so he did hang out with us now and then and we lowkey did not like him towards the end) to cheer her up. so all of our stories were pretty good imo, but one girl really had the best one and i think it would make you laugh too. so she was walking around a few days ago and apparently she saw him on a park bench surrounded by empty cheeto bags AND COVERED IN CHEETO DUST. like his hair had cheeto dust in it, fingers were covered, clothes were covered. she described it as looking like he was doing a "hot cheeto ritual." and then she stopped to look for a while because of COURSE SHE DID and he deadass PULLED OUT ANOTHER BAG OF CHEETOS from his bag 💀 and now we all call him cheeto man. so that really turned a very bad day into a kinda funny day (also we still have zero context for this because he glared at her so she ran away)

cheeto man 😔

#asks #asking you this* #anonymous #incredible story #sometimes I have short replies bc I need the ask itself to shine

[goodieghosty]

Pantheon tis Orpheus part 1

(OSP intro. We see Red and Blue look at a bundle of papers for a few seconds. Then the papers are tossed up and the two avatars are running around frantically.)

Collectively: “Aaaaaaah!!!!!”

(Red skids to a stop and turns to Blue who stops too.)

Red: “Wait I know why I am excited but what about you?”

(Red has her arms crossed, Blue throws his in the air in exasperation.°

Blue: “Oh I’m sorry! Am I not supposed to be freaking out over a unique, reliable document that contains references to the day to day life of individuals over multiple classes in ancient Greek times!?”

(Red nods in understanding.)

Red: “Ah, yes, yes. My bad. Proceed”

Both: “AAAAAAAAAh” (Resume running around screaming)

Cut to the two catching their breath before addressing the audience.

Red: “Aren’t ancient documents great?”

Montage of pictures of old scripture.

“They provide a little glimpse in the past that are far more defined than other relics of their times that need to be interpreted by the historians who find them with little to none of the correct context.

Some of these documents were at one point widespread and well known enough that other documents reference them.

One of these documents is known as Pantheon tis Orpheus. Or Orpheus’ Pantheon.

A tales of the brother’s Grim of it’s time.

Until today we only had references. But that just recently changed. An original copy of this fabled collection was apparently kept in the hometown of it’s original writer and kept in pristine enough condition that it could be verified and translated, now for our reading pleasure!

And I will be talking about them all today. This might be the most ambitious project we have tackled on the channel, but our records show that we can definitely do this.”

Journey to the west cast glares in the background as Red gets increasingly uncomfortable only to be swooshed away by a mysterious dark shadow, leaving a cute little dude smiling instead.

“Anyway! Some context!

Our main character and alleged author of this story is a cool dude named Orpheus. A progressively less young soldier and champion of the OG sexy man and absolute Icon of a God. Virgil.”

Tall sexy dark dude stands smirking next to cute little dude who looks at him starry eyed.

“Let me tell you the author is an icon in and of himself. He starts the story off explaining that these are the events as told by Virgil and therefor incomplete and interpreted retellings of the events.

We love some self-awareness.

The story as a whole covers every myth from the creation of the universe to what was present day back then.

After Orpheus died in battle, on the day of an eclipse fittingly enough, his friend, a man named Damocles, took over writing until he too passed away of old age.

And they didn’t just write down dusty old myths. They both wrote about little day to day things as they were told the myths. Homelife, memories of their childhoods, work issues, time spent with each other and their friend, their general Ajax, implied to later be known as the god of Truth and Justice.

It's a good collection though and it gives us an idea what gods were popular and widely known at the time and which came later. There is no clear mention of Logan by example. And the twin creators always closely associated with Virgil aren’t even hinted at.

So it is safe to say that worship for them was not very prominent yet.

That’s all for today though. We’ll see you next time, when we dive in the first myth. The birth of everything."

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@lovelivingmydreams

#submission #lovelivingmydreams #godsides au #godsides au asks #am love ;A; #my inbox is always blessed when I see u in it frendo

[cocoartistwrites]

I love the agony aunt idea! You give great advice! In that spirit, I do have a story hehe:

(context) I’ve been dating this guy for a few months and he’s very nice and also very conventionally attractive. I haven’t ever had major major self-image issues, but I would consider myself to be pretty in an average way. Anyway, this girl from my work (I work in an office) asked about my boyfriend and I showed her a picture and she’s like (in a certain tone) “Wow, you would think he would be able to date a model or something”!!! I was gobsmacked, can you believe! It’s literally something in a high school movie- I’m TWENTY SIX.

At first I just thought it was funny & dumb and that maybe I had even misunderstood her meaning, but I honestly don’t think I did. And now I have been feeling kind of bad about myself! I didn’t tell my boyfriend and I realized it was because I didn’t want to plant the seed in his mind that he was too good for me. That’s crazy! I feel like I’m sixteen and it’s so stupid and shallow but GAHH. I don’t really know if this is an advice question but hmm wish I could get over it. Hope you get some entertainment out of this if anything!

I am SHOCKED tbh that is very rude but also I do think probably says more about her and her view on life and herself than it does on you? We all know the most beautiful women with apparently very substandard men, and I think there’s a general trend where, viewed in a purely physical context, men are more likely to date women who are judged more conventionally attractive women than them. BUT!! This is, when taken case by case instead of societally, absolute nonsense naturally — lots of very handsome men also appreciate a good personality, that’s not something women have a monopoly on.

So specifically for you: this person is obviously not a great associate so don’t trust her but also now that you know her opinion is a bit trash why hold yourself up against it? You should only be concerned with the opinion of people you respect and also, as we all know, of total strangers on public transport.

So sweep her views aside into nothing and we get to the crux, which is why you didn’t tell your boyfriend. I actually think that’s good initially - if you’re anything like any of my friends you’d have tried to make it funny and come across just a little too tense. But it has obviously exposed a sensitivity that I do maybe think warrants some very gentle self-reflection and maybe a confession at some point that you aren’t always as physically confident as you’d like to be. Exposing our vulnerabilities is good for two reasons: it brings us closer but also it means he is aware of it going forward and will know that every now and again he might touch a nerve and why. In a relationship I think it’s good to arm your partner with the knowledge they need to understand you if you can, and this seems like a good opportunity to flag something that isn’t major or serious or character defining but could potentially derail a conversation in a shop on a Saturday when you’re hungover or at 8pm at a wedding or when his mother compliments your courageous dress sense.

I think I’m leaning towards doing the agony aunt newsletter, so thank you for this anecdote which made me laugh and was very relatable and do send more

[kin-n-n]

I'm probably going to delete this later or maybe even never post it but...

I've always been a very private person on the internet, I don't see the point of sharing pictures of myself or particularity like to talk about real life. I think that's mainly because I am a mostly passive enjoyer of the interwebs, not counting the few and far in-between attempts at art I post, and the fact that I come here, tumblr but also online in general, to have fun, and sometimes to distracted myself from....me.

That's why I'm so baffled as to why I feel the need to share this. Maybe because I'm mostly screaming into the void (I don't have many followers that interact regularly aside from two or three friends I know in real life as well and so they'd probably only stumble across this if they have my notifications on, which I don't think they do, but in case I'm wrong hi). I just have the urge to get this somehow on paper or....well in this case screen.

This is just a lot of incomprehensible rambling, because I'm just writing what comes to mind at the moment.

Anyways, things are slowly normalising again. I just had muesli as breakfast and thought 'Right, I had wanted to tell mom to get milk on the way home for the weekend.' Since we usually do our grocery shopping on Fridays, but she'd told me last friday that there's nothing we need, but I took a peek in the fridge and saw we only had one liter of milk and wanted to text her, but then I thought it's not that important we still have a liter and if we should need more tomorrow is still Saturday and so we can get more. I just now remembered that. Such a mundane thing to be remembered of suddenly. This is literally the, life goes on no matter what happens, I never thought I'd experience it.

There was this one tumblr post about how, especially writers, kind of detach themselves from the bad things that might happen to them and go 'huh, so that's what this feels like, good to know, now I can write it into my story' or something along those lines. And that's kind of what happened with me as well.

There are some things that stand out to me among all the bad stuff that happened, little moments I noticed and filed away. Like the slight irony, or maybe cinematic parallel, that both times that something happened at home it was in the hallway by my door. The first was a friend of my sister having a panic attack and this time my sister herself having to be hospitalised.

Then the fact that I am really vulnerable and uncomfortable with hearing my sister not doing well and not just in this context of being in pain and throwing up because of it either. I remember years and years ago one time she had a fight with mom I think and at the time we were sleeping in the same room, so I heard her coming inside, just sobbing and crying really badly, and all of a sudden I felt shaky and not well. Partly because I didn't know what to do about it or how to react and calm her down. And weirdly it's only my sister that this happens with. I'm completely fine if my dad or mom cry (not that it happens often).

Another thing is...I was sat in the living room on a sofa with my sisters boyfriend, who also happened to be there that night, and we were talking to each other to not just sit there and do nothing, when my sisterlaying kn the other side of the wall in the corridor got worse again while the paramedics tried to get a read on her situation. And I got really really jittery listening to her being in pain so I asked for a hug which he happily returned, but...it wasn't comfortable, like I thought it'd be like how I imagine hugs to be?

Don't get me wrong it was helpful, like I did need that human contact to calm down, but it was a awkward hug and not really comfortable. Probably because we were sat next to each other and so it was just our twisted torsos and the arms thrown over each other’s shoulders.

There are some other stuff but I'm tired...I'm just glad the surgery went well and she's doing better now. Just furious I can't go and see her in person, because of the stupid fucking mom of the patient that was sharing a room with my sister, who thought it'd be a good idea to go visit her daughter without wearing a mask and so now they're both in quarantine. UGH. AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE INCOMPETENT PIECE OF SHIT OF A GYNAECOLOGIST WHO DIDN'T DEEM IT IMPORTANT TO GET A ULTRASONOGRAPHY(or whatever it's called in english)EVEN THOUGH MY SISTER EXPLICITLY REQUESTED IT! SHE NEVER WOULD'VE HAD TO GO THROUGH ALL THAT HORROR LAST FRIDAY IF IT HADN'T BEEN FOR THAT LITTLE BITCH. goddammit

I've been all over the place emotionally, but it's getting better now. I have to get shit done but I'm not feeling up to doing it ugh I hate this

I'll try and motivate myself to start working on my uni project tomorrow. wish me luck

#queue #rambles #personal