#i am proud and happy about it because this blog came from my moving blogs in 2021

[hanzajesthanza]

you guys… we did it!!!

just wanted to thank you everyone for being a part of this blog… “big things to come soon”

#i am proud and happy about it because this blog came from my moving blogs in 2021 #and on my past blog i had about 1000 followers so it’s like i finally regained that reach #which i’m specifically excited by because this blog (contrary to my previous one) is ONLY about the witcher books with no n*tflix talk #like ik ohhh ‘you are a fandom blog you have no rights’ but it makes me happy that we’re all gathered here together for the same thing :) #i don’t think fandom has to be an inherently toxic or immature space i think it can be a meaningful place of discussion and participation #the elbow-high diaries #updates #it’s kind of an interesting thing the witcher books fandom in english in the 2020s i am really very curious where it goes from here #it’s interesting to me because it’s such a specific and unique situation of media spread #it’s not like the witcher is unpopular or indie—it’s extremely popular. a mass pop culture phenomenon #at the same time the english-speaking (and in my case specifically american) fandom is primarily built around tw3 and then now n*tflix #even if the books were read and successful in the english market i mean they did not have the same kind of cultural impact #so it’s particularly of interest to me to boost visibility and yes indeed—fandom—conversation around the witcher books #and for me i like thinking through what that looks like— #an english-speaking (including not limited to american) fandom without anglifying or americanizing it #or at the very least *trying* to not anglify or americanize it. because some amount of it is unintentional yet necessary (i.e. translation) #but even in translation for example. the kind of translation and how it’s gone about. there is potential for cultural learning and #the most faithful translations will not make total sense so as the readers you go and look for that context and learn something #all part of a larger discussion and i kind of got lost typing these tags but this is why this milestone is special to me #it shows that people are interested in what this blog posts about and that means we have a future to explore

[palacholic]

Storytime

So...it's time to introduce you to the wicked ways of my weirdness, to show you what it's like to be me, starting from the beginning...

Right now I'm in my first semester at Charles university, Prague. I've been living in the Czech republic for a few months now, I chose to move there right after finishing high school in my home country. I spent years preparing for my life abroad, studying the Czech language, taking care of all the formalities that are necessary to move to a new country, most of it by myself, getting to know the country that I consider my home and I wish to live in for the rest of my life.

Why all this? What made me take such an unexpected choice, leaving behind everything I knew, saying goodbye to my friends and family and to the life I could have had in my home country?

As you could probably guess from my username and the content on my blog, the answer is simple:

Jan Palach

Yes. That Jan Palach. The student who on 16th January 1969 set himself on fire in protest of the apathy and resignation of the Czechoslovak people following the soviet occupation of Czechoslovakia. A guy who's been dead for over half a century.

I first heard about him during a time when I was struggling a lot with my mental health. His story gave me strength and hope, what he did reminded me that there are things worth fighting for, things worth living for. I know this sounds kinda paradoxical given that he died because of what he did but that's the point - he was willing to sacrifice his life because he wanted others to live in a better world. He didn't kill himself because he hated life, on the contrary he loved it.

I found something that gave me joy, something I liked doing - reading and watching everything I could find about him. I spent a lot of time researching him and loved every new detail I found out. I started researching him out of admiration for his act and became more and more intrigued by his personality, his interests, the things he believed in...I look up to him a lot. It's incredible how much this helped me getting better mentally and eventually healing from the worst of my mental issues. I started looking forward to the future again, especially after visiting the Czech Republic for the first time.

I came to Prague to pay my respects to Jan Palach, to visit the places where he lived, to say thank you...and fell in love with the city and Czech culture overall more than I expected. I met amazing people and had some of the best experiences of my life, and soon after I realised that moving to Czechia was the right thing to do. That I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't go through with it, that if I stayed in my home country I would never be as happy as I am now.

Two years later I finally packed my things and went on my way...as soon as I left the airport on my arrival I felt that I'd made the right choice and everything that happened since then only confirmed that feeling. Even the bad things. It's not always easy but it feels right, in a way that's hard to convey by words. I sometimes think about how crazy this all is but I'm so glad it happened. I'm thankful for everything I have now, my friends, my hobbies, my new home. I love it every day more. And I don't care how weird it is that all this started because of a guy who died more than half a century ago. Was it only a coincidence that I watched the news that day when they talked about him? Is there more to it? Who knows? Is it relevant? I don't think so.

I hope he'd be happy to know that he saved me and how much he means to me. If I could, I'd thank him for everything.

I started this blog to share my feelings and my journey as an expat in Czechia. You'll find memes, stories of a foreigner's life in Prague and of course a lot of history-related things. I'm happy to answer all your questions and tell you more. I hope to make new friends and find people with whom I can talk about my interests. I'm glad to be here and I love you all, I'm proud of y'all for being here too <3

this post took me waaayyyy too long to write and maybe I'll edit it again sometime in the future, if you read all of this I'm genuinely impressed, please tell me your thoughts in the comments or send an ask if you want to :)

#storytime #my story #introduction post #pinned post #pinned intro #new tumblr #new to tumblr #expat in czechia #expatlife #special interest #jan palach #czechia #czech republic #česko #česká republika #czech #česky #učím se česky #český jazyk #czech language #czech history #čeština #hezky česky #personal #čumblr

[senkusphone]

@aresagainstthemachine asked so this one is for you. Video of it working at the end.

Here's the one project I am so proud of I named my entire blog after it.

Back in 2020, while I was stuck at home with few pleasant things to do, I decided to bring this contraption to life.

Only recently had I gotten into this inspiring series called Dr. Stone, and when I saw them make this device in the anime, I knew it was my divine calling to build it, for I had prior experience building circuits with vacuum tubes, an interest that was fostered greatly by my late grandfather when I was a boy. It had been because of the stories he'd tell me that I built my first crystal radio back then (which took me about 4 years of trial and error). Now, people had ''built'' the phone on youtube at least once before, but I was not satisfied with what they did, when they used parts that were too advanced and didn't even get it to transmit a voice, only to pick up radio stations. So I tried to go beyond while being as accurate as possible to the level of technology they had, I was seeking to achieve more with less

Making something that picks a radio signal is relatively easy, the challenge was making it also produce its own signal so it could truly be used as a phone (or more accurately, like a walkie talkie), and I restricted myself to use the most primitive tubes I had, the ones most similar to what old Kaseki would have made.

(Happy birthday to Kaseki by the way, February 9th) I started out using this beautiful Western Electric 262-A tube. This general purpose triode was developed around 1928 by the Bell Telephone company and one of the things it was known to be used for, was in cinema projectors to amplify the sound from the early talkie films. I think that's interesting enough to mention.

It wasn't long until my experiments showed great promise, eventually I moved on to a type 45 vacuum tube, another triode which is more powerful as a transmitter than the 262-A yet its construction is much more primitive. This tube is very similar to what Senku & Co. would've had.

I started building the definitive device, simultaneously laying a plan to combine a transmitter and receiver in the same unit using just one tube, a task that required this one part to perform four different duties (because I hadn't read the manga, and I didn't know the final unit they dispatched used two tubes instead of just one). On new year's eve at the end of 2020, the circuit was broadcasting One Small Step by Lillian Weinberg, loud and clear to a radio across the room.

You can get a recording of that in the link below as Tumblr won't let me upload it (yes I am using discord to host files, it also works for hosting images for your fanfics on Ao3, you're welcome).

The wooden circuit board was wired with homemade wires, made by cutting a sheet of copper into strips, and wrapping them in cotton and thread. A relay is used to switch the phone from receiver mode to transmitter mode with the push of a button.

Then the coils were calculated and wound, including the iconic large transmit coil

but would this coil that was made to look like the one in the series, be suitable to repeat what I had achieved in my experiments, would it resonate and produce the signal?

yes

I intended originally to have this project done before season 2 of Dr. Stone started, and put out a youtube video, but that ended up not happening. Still, the unit finally came together, and the plastic housing was a tupper with the rim cut off, painted orange and applied lettering.

By now season 2 had already ended, I believe, or it was soon to. Before I painted the case, I had to have one definitive test, to see that my creation demonstrated the functionality it promised, and now I had just the right voice to do it.

The final circuit was based on the work of radio pioneer Edwin Howard Armstrong, who was one of the fellows who invented the wireless world we know it today.

I turned the switch, and watched as the tungsten filament in the tube started glowing red. First I adjusted the receive coil and a radio station came in on the crystal earpiece, then, with a radio receiver in tune nearby, I started the sound I wanted to send over the air, and I pressed the transmit button...

It's true, it can be done. Today, there are people still alive who saw the day when the cutting edge of electronics was at this level. How far we've come from these baby steps, over such a short time.

Isn't science awesome?

I still haven't built a second unit.

#dr. stone #senku's phone #dcst #drst #drstone #dr stone #art #storytime #long post #happy birthday kaseki #science project

[karniss-bg3]

Hey guys, hope you're doing well.

I apologize for being quiet/less active lately. I've hit a bit of a creative wall where I'm feeling the bite of burnout and it's been a struggle to write anything I can feel good about. My cat has also gotten sick which has resulted in a mad dash to the vet and a great deal of worrying on my end. She is fine for the moment which is a relief but the bill that came attached right before the holidays has added a new layer of stress. It will all work out but the events compound one another and it has tossed my mind into a vast, bleak fog.

For this reason I'll not be accepting new writing prompts for the time being. The ask box will remain open for all other inquiries/comments. I suspect the earliest I'll reopen writing requests is early next year after things have settled down. I do still have a few prompts to address so folks may see writing still pop up here as I move through the queue.

I know I often thank people for their support but I do want to delve into that a bit deeper. I never expected much from this blog when I first started it. I figured it would just be a depository for my ravenous Kar'niss obsession so I wouldn't flood followers on my primary blog with material they didn't sign up for. Instead it's morphed into a little haven for fellow drider enjoyers to congregate and discuss amongst their peers. From theorycrafting to praising their favorite Absolute loving arachnid, this spot became so much more than I ever imagined. Three-hundred plus followers later I still see the enthusiasm thrust into the comments and tags for a character that deserved more than he got.

Fandom can be beautiful and it can be ugly. Just like any community, it's subject to the flaws of its contributors. I am happy to say that, by and large, I've bore witness to more beauty than anything else and it's part of what has made this journey special to me. I am not Kar'niss, I don't work for Larian Studios, I am just a guy who gravitated toward a character I felt I could relate to and I ran with it. I am by no means a world class writer, merely someone who enjoys the art of storytelling. I am proud I was able to enrich an already bustling community with my little blurbs of text and I hope to continue to do so in the future.

So when I say thank you for your support I mean it. This has been some of the most fun I've had over the last two months and it is because of your passion and willingness to reach out. Hype comes and goes and I don't expect Kar'niss to be at the forefront of someone's mind forever. Should the day come that the devoted screams fade into hushed whispers I will still look back on my time here with great fondness. All of you are wonderful and I wish you nothing but good fortune for the end of this year and all throughout the next. Thanks for sticking with this old fart.

Have a fantastic holiday everyone!

#kar'niss #update #writing prompts are closed #Adrian gets sentimental at seven a.m.

[134340am]

Hi hi sweet yuna! Congrats on your wonderful milestone! I’m so happy I’m able to read your wonderful works and am sincerely glad I know you! If you feel inspired, how about #1 with sweet yamaguchi or sugawara? which ever one you pick I know will be amazing, if you want to of course! Ily so much and am so excited to see where your wonderful blog goes! Congrats sweet yuna! Sending you all the love 💕💕

yamaguchi tadashi x gn!reader, 0.8k words, suggestive part of my 500 frens celebration!

1. “use me.”

“you’re a big boy now, tadashi. how does it feel?”

“i‘m already a big boy,” your boyfriend whines, stretching his arms above his head tiredly. you see that as an invitation to hop into bed with him, so you do just that—slotting yourself between his legs on top of him, snuggling into his chest. long, slender fingers start sifting through your hair automatically, weaving through the strands and stopping periodically to press soothing circles into your scalp. you hear the pout in his voice before you see it. “i’ve been a big boy since i asked you out.” 

“you have, tadashi,” you agreed, voice muffled by the thick cotton material of his sweatshirt. “i’m so proud of you. you’ll do great tomorrow, so don’t worry.”

“i hope i do.” his hands move down to rub your back before his arms circle your waist. tadashi’s always been careful with touching you. three months into your relationship and he hasn’t tried to initiate anything beyond hugging, kissing, and holding hands—not that you were complaining, because he was incredible at doing all the above. 

you knew the shyness came from a place of inexperience, so you made it clear from day one that he can take the lead in pushing for whatever he’s comfortable with. sometimes he just wants to link pinkies, and that’s fine. sometimes he just wants a simple hug goodbye, and that’s fine. 

what mattered most was that he was comfortable. 

but it could have been the pressure of a big Day One—tomorrow would be tadashi's first day at his first job—looming over his head and weighing on his shoulders, for your lover was cuddlier and touchier than usual. 

while he rambled on a list of things that could possibly go wrong, his hands roam all over you: smoothing down your arms, playing with your hair, rubbing your back and scrunching up the thin cotton material of your sleep shirt. 

“they say first impressions are important, right?” tadashi babbles away, tracing arbitrary shapes across your back.“do you think they’ll fire me if i show up late? can you even get fired on the first day?”

“you won’t be late, tadashi,” you sigh. 

“but i can’t do anything if the trains stop working or if the bus doesn’t come—“

“i’m sure that won’t happen, this is japan.”

“you never know, babe.” his fingers trail down to your pyjama shorts, fidgeting with the waistband. “you can’t break up with me if i lose my job, okay?”

you raise your head to look at him, your lips curving into a cheeky grin before you could help yourself. “and if i do?”

tadashi lets out an incredulous gasp, followed by a throaty, strangled sound of despair, then an indignant babe, you can’t!—punctuated with a generous squeeze of your butt. 

…oh.

“tadashi—” you start, alarmed, but he beats you to it, a flurry of rapid-fire apologies falling from his lips. 

“i’m sorry, i was just stressed and didn’t mean to— i should’ve asked first— i wasn’t trying to do anything weird, i promise!” all hands off your body now, tadashi stares back at you wide-eyed and flustered. 

“it's okay, 'dashi. it's okay." you say, reaching up to take his face in your hands. "i was wondering when you'd make a move, actually.”

“i wasn’t trying to make a move,” he shakes his head. 

“but you can, you know.”

“can what?”

“use me.”

tadashi balks at your suggestion, jaw dropped to a surprised ‘o’. he makes no move to push you away or outwardly reject you, however, hands creeping back to hold your waist gently. 

you can’t help but smile at his expression, knowing full well that you’ve got him interested now. experimentally, you thumb at his soft bottom lip. he opens his mouth—pupils now the size of dinner plates and breath hot on your thumb—and you lean in for a kiss, licking over his tongue hotly.

when you pulled back, tadashi was as red as a tomato, his blush dusting his freckled cheeks and the tip of his nose. you could hear his heartbeat stuttering in his chest like a little bird rattling its cage. 

“i mean it, y’know,” you start, still gripping his jaw. “tomorrow, on your first day of work, or the day after, or next week or next year—whenever you’re stressed, you have me.” you shuffle up closer to nose along his pulse point up his ear, dropping a soft kiss on his earlobe. “you can have me anytime, tadashi. only you.”

a/n: haley!!! you are such a sweetheart ^o^ thank you for requesting and for always being so encouraging and supportive! i hope you enjoyed this silly little piece! <3

(series masterlist) (masterlist)

#yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #yamaguchi fluff #yamaguchi x you #yamaguchi x y/n #yamaguchi tadashi #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #yuna writes #yuna's 500 frens celebration

[builtbybrokenbells]

ive stuck to posting mostly fic content on this blog, and i will remain doing so from here on out. but in light of a certain post made, I came here to air out some feelings, I suppose. not in attempt to draw the light away from anybody, but more like a reflection in response.

from the minute i discovered gvf it was almost like a breath of fresh air. in the time listening to them, as an aspiring musician, artist, writer, or whatever the fuck I am, I’ve found great solace and inspiration in the four boys we love so much. today, i found a piece of home within them, too, but more specifically, from Josh.

i grew up and, unfortunately, still reside in a little, homophobic town that is nothing if not dedicated to normalcy. it has been a devastating twenty years of life knowing that my existence is abnormal to others, including some family and friends, and they would prefer if i remain quiet about it. ive lost friends, family, acquaintances, you name it, just because i was born the way i am. just the other day, there were news reporters in front of my apartment building seeking opinions on a lgbtq+ bill for youth passed by the government. that’s right, opinion, on the human rights of very real children that walk on the same streets they were spewing their hate on.

I’ve always been quite comfortable with who am sexuality-wise. from a very young age, to now, it has never been a debate or shameful idea to me. I’ve been very loud and proud, and will remain so. my gender, not so much. less than a month ago, i finally voiced my proper pronouns to the first person ever, after years of struggle with it. i still haven’t told family, or properly ‘came out’ (because, if you know me, you would know that i think the whole idea of coming out is quite ridiculous) and i have no plans on doing so in any intimate manner. but, today, a bit of courage bled into me from one of the people I look up to most, and i told a bit more of the world about myself.

to say i am beyond proud of josh for his transparency is not enough. what he did, although some would disagree, was one of the most courageous things a person in any type of spotlight could do. i surround myself with only a few people, and i have yet to find the power within myself to tell the closest to me, who i am. what i am more moved by, is that he used his platform to not only make himself known, but vocally and actively join an ongoing battle that many believe is already over. he was already such a beacon of light and love, that i did not believe he could be any more so. today, i happily admit that the idea was wholly untrue. not because of his sexuality or anything like that; he’s still the same Josh he has always been. but because his own moral was so strong that he, without fear, showed an intimate part of himself to the entire world, and guided others on how to help the cause in the process. it is admirable to be proud of who you are, but even more so to educate and inspire others while doing it.

being so vulnerable, especially in the public eye, is terrifying. being a beacon of light and love in a world full of hate and darkness is also terrifying. he did both today with grace and strength, and as someone who’s been actively fighting this fight for my entire lifetime, i am beyond words. i said a lot of things here, but nothing can truly amount to how i feel. i cannot articulate the feelings accurately, and in place of that, i ramble.

basically, if you stuck through this, thanks. if you use this angels sexuality against him in any way, i will find you. if this changed the way you view him, you didn’t deserve him in the first place. together, these four boys have created a community of love and all things that come with it; if you are not willing to give it back to them, or right now, him specifically, this is not the place for you. remember, as proud/happy/whatever you’re feeling about this, he’s still a person. the same one who you knew months ago, who worked to create the community and music we love and appreciate. that did not change, and there is no need to view him any differently. im certain that if he’s been so private about this for so long, he does not want the world to see him only as such.

so, from the bottom of my heart, the message of my rambling is to say im proud of him, and that im incredibly grateful for the chance to live in the same time as him. I’m even more thankful that his courage has given me some, too. be respectful of him and his privacy, because he is deserving of such (and much more). and, if you also find a piece of his courage within you, im proud of you, too.

as always, be kind, thanks for reading, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes ;) 🫶🏻

#tori rambles #gvf #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #josh gvf #not a fic #lgbt #personal #jmk #pride month #builtbybrokenbells

[ask-meowscarada]

Brittany approached the feline grass type. She had overheard a previous conversation regarding mons no longer inquiring on gender 3 generations ago. “I had overheard earlier but you said people stopped stopped inquiring on gender a long time ago. Does your country have a lax view on gender? The region I am from scrutinizes gender a bit in some pockets. Sadly.”

Charade: "It's a lot different here in Floria. People here are very open about things like how you express yourself and who you love. You tell somebody your pronouns, and that's that. It's part of why I moved here."

( Context )

(( On this blog, although the social setting is somewhat adjacent to the real world, I’ve decided I don’t want homophobia or transphobia to be prevalent in its setting. Asks like these are perfectly fine, because other blog settings are different! But for my characters, it's not something I'm interested in writing about.

Now that said, obviously that panel implies Charade has been subjected to certain judgment herself. The voices around her aren’t intolerant of the idea of somebody being LGBT+, but rather, they didn’t consider Charade might not be straight and put pressure on her to have children in the future. I also want to clarify that the voices came from Charade’s upbringing and don’t necessarily reflect her old region as a whole. Not that that makes it not homophobic, but that’s the extent to which it’ll reach on this blog.

I wasn’t sure what other tags would be applicable to this post, but please let me know if you can think of any other content warnings! You may send in asks regarding this part of her backstory, but I promise current day Charade is proud and happy with herself! ))

#charade meowscarada #brittany roserade #answered #art post #mod note #askbohemiancompany #cw homophobia #cw misogyny #FourOfAKind #ic

[mdhwrites]

Ten Years of Writing

February 2014, I made my fimfiction account. At the end of that month, I published my first fanfic. It has been ten years since that fateful decision that feels like it changed so much for me. I kind of want to go back through my memories, just talk about some of the highlights (going to save that for a different blog frankly. It is ten years of material and almost three hundred stories combined, potentially that many with the very few I've deleted over the years) and what that's meant to me but I know a lot of people might ask: What do you have to show for it?

Well, skill wise, I would probably argue that writing is the only trained skill I have and I am IMMENSELY proud of how far I came, especially while knowing that I haven't really had the same support to grow as for the past half decade that I did before then.

I have genuinely moved people and for some even convinced them to seek help they may not have otherwise by sharing my experiences in a more palatable format than simply writing them in a blog would. I have a lot of reasons for why I never will take down Crises Girlfriends from Ao3 and the comments are a big part of that. It's a reminder of the power of writing and creation, something that's easy to lose sight of amongst popularity and hopes of financial success.

On that front though? Amazon lets me check lifetime sales now and I've sold 793 books. It's not even just because of friends buying a glut of material because while I may have 19 books out, Sarafune Monster Preserve Vol. 1, my second ever book, written when I was barely 21, holds over two hundred of those copies. Daughters of Dusk Vol. 1 has half those numbers, though funny enough it does have have more reviews. Frankly, for an independent author who has always struggled to find his audience, those numbers make me genuinely very happy. Also, number five is Ruff Secrets at 33 copies, nineteen of which are physical which I DID NOT REALIZE and honestly makes me realize that that book has done better than I thought it did. Crises Girlfriends is admittedly the lowest one sales wise at 4 copies in almost a year of being out. That's just how it goes sometimes.

Buuuut even for the books without a bunch of sales, I can hold my head high because Ruff Secrets is also literally the only book of mine with a below 4 star rating, at least of the ones with ratings which is the majority of them. That's a feather I can pin in my cap. A testament that even back when I was twenty and published my first work, Diane and Kat: The Bound Bands, I was right to have the confidence I did as a storyteller. To believe my work was commercial quality.

I also still have people in my life I'd never want to be without because of my writing. Heck, I don't know where I'd be without one of them as I lived on their couch for almost two years while dealing with my declining health. Others have helped give me guidance while even more have made sure I never believe I'm alone and I've even been able to help them back. As one friend would say: I was once their Luna and changed what was supposed to be a suicide note into a story that made a lot of people on Fim open up with personifications of their own troubles. I don't know if I'd have found communities where I would make those sorts of connections if not for my writing.

It also still gives me what feels like a purpose to be here. A thing that is mine that I can comfort myself with, even while dealing with my broken brain. While I may be desperate for validation and want success, neither would stop me from continuing to write. My brain is too jumbled a mess of ideas for me to ever stop and it keeps those ideas locked down pretty tightly. Like hey, you know how I mentioned two series at the beginning? Yeah, well, I can still tell you my plans for them and could pick them back up someday. It's been four years since the last Daughters of Dusk book came out but I still want to eventually return to it since it only had two more books before it was done. I don't want to leave it permanently unresolved, even if I've never quite gotten the energy to finish it.

Which does bring me to being honest and admitting that the past ten years haven't all been positive. I've had to fight a growing resentment towards others success as my own jealousy festered. I've had to deal with crushing failure after crushing failure (my fifth best book of 19 makes up for a thirtieth of my sales. I have had a LOT of very quiet launch weeks) and the toll that's taken on me isn't unreasonable. I've multiple times had my brain break on the idea of publicly posting anything, leading to one offs being published and me being a wreck for the rest of the day as my brain begs for it to go as well as it perceives it should.

And yet I've still never stopped. Nor do I ever plan to. It may be a year and a half since my last finished project but I know I'll get through this. I mean, there has been a year during this where I literally wrote like two chapters the entire year. This past year and a half still say probably a couple novellas worth of words out of me, just never to one thing. I could still go back to plenty of those works and continue them. There's at least one I would really like to just because I commissioned the art for it way before I was done writing it which was admittedly a bit of a lesson.

I hope to keep learning, keep getting better and try to share some of the insights I've learned with all of you. So here is to ten years and to many more decades to come hopefully. See you next tale.

#anniversary #Ten Years #Writing #Reminiscing

[jellifysh]

you haven’t written anything in three months do you feel detached from writing ?

I’ve actually been thinking about this a lot, and the sad answer is, yes 😔

when I first started to write, I had started with GBiST and I LOVED GBIST, it was my little passion project and I had it cultivated through daydreams that got me through the pandemic when I was lonely and bored and feeling detached from my friends and stressing w my work. I planned GBIST meticulously and had drafts and parts written in advance and I was so proud of how it came out and how I could bring my dreams to life and share them with you all. I’m so happy I wrote it and loved being able to get experience with writing for others.

BTS did so much for me to get through a really hard part in my life, but with them being on hiatus (even though I know they’re all still around doing their own projects it just doesn’t feel the same) and I’m grieving the way they used to be even though I know I should keep moving forward and look forward to their future.

After I finished GBIST, I tried to throw myself into my other ideas, but I didn’t plan those as well, I didn’t have much of a plan for any of them at all and I only realized how difficult that would make the whole process after I started it.

All of this is basically to say, I think I’m going to slowly step away from thsi chapter of my life as a writer, with everything that I learned. I don’t want to abandon Ride with You because I am so far in, but it’s likely that updaters are going to continue being far and few between until I finish, and it’ll likely be much shorter than I originally planned, but I do love the universes I created with you all. I’m going to leave the blog up because despite not getting to do everything I wanted, I’m still proud of it all and if I ever do get the strength to come back to it and finish everything else one day, I want to be able to do that.

So this isn’t a goodbye, but more of a see you around because I’ll still be here, just a bit more distant than I wished to be. Thank you so so soooo much to everyone who supported me so far, you’re all incredible and I do love all your asks and replies and I will always look back on this as a fond memory. But if I never post anything here again, (which is unlikely) I love you all 🫶🫶🫶

Borahae 🫰💜

#thanks for the ask! #anon ask

[att4boy]

some thoughts

i was reminded of this blog bc i was watching mina le's lovely video on subcultures and aesthetics, and rmbed the times i came on here and reblogged all these art hoe (or whatever) photos with the #aesthetic tag, and tried to make my blog look all cohesive and pretty as well. i was 13 when i first started this blog - in fact i started it the day after i turned 13, if i'm not wrong? just a few days after... - and now i'm turning 21, and still thinking about this place. i joined tumblr bc all my friends were on it and it seemed like such a cool place. now all the friends (irl and not) i used to have here are gone.

(are any of you still here? let me know...)

i've been thinking about my relationship with the internet recently, inspired mainly by chia amisola (among many others on twitter). when i was younger i was so careless with what i posted. not using careless in a bad way, btw. i mean careless as in unself-conscious, careless as in happy to chat with anyone who happened to be around. when i had just started elementary school my sister helped me set up a blog where i happily posted about my day (i went to kfc today!), and then in p3 i tried to set up a blog to document my family (though it never materialised in the end; i think my mum heard about it and discouraged me from doing it, though i truly don't rmb much anymore). and when i got instagram i started a transparents account (those overlays to put on pictures that everyone was rly into back then) on instagram that got almost 1k followers, i had (have - it's still available online, though we haven't posted since 2016) a book fandom account with three of my friends where we posted our little fanedits of books like divergent and hunger games and twilight. i remember briefly chatting in the comments to some guy a year or two older whose username referenced mockingjay about singapore and school... making a transparent for this ? influencer ? my age ?? that i thought was rly cool... and then something changed, i'm not sure what. i think i became more conscious not of data privacy and security and whatnot, but of how hostile the internet could be when you had a "bad" opinion. i was finding my way into the parts of the internet that discussed feminism, intersectionality, lgbtq+ rights, etc... and don't get me wrong, i think those are all excellent movements that i'm proud to be part of, but i think i also stumbled into areas where accidentally being insensitive or uninformed was very harshly criticised and looked down upon. and i think, probably, i was already the sort of person to naturally be a bit more worried and anxious about doing the "right thing" - i was always the goody-two-shoes in class, still am today to some extent. so the internet changed around me and i came to know it as somewhere where i shouldn't ask too many questions, where i shouldn't criticise.

but then i've been reading about other people's experiences on the internet - how they grew up and built their entire worldview there, made friends across the globe and changed the trajectory of their lives because of it... and i am of course remembering my younger days of freedom of the internet. i miss that era! i wonder how different i would be if i had walked further into this space and talked more. now all i do is lurk on twitter with a private account, ghost cool people trying to follow me back, dream about replying to posts and weaving a friendship from nothingness... i am definitely romanticising, to some extent, but i don't think my version of the internet back then (/ now) is wholly accurate either. i am imagining a version of myself with more confidence and curiosity, and i am wondering if i can still spin that version into existence.

i guess this post is an attempt at that? the last time i came here to talk abt something and then i ended up moving that into a private google doc. but it feels appropriate for me to post about coming back onto / into the internet on tumblr, where i have "been" for years and years. i've been thinking about starting a blog, or a public twitter, or maybe (this one just came to mind) restarting a tumblr and seeing where things go. i don't know if i'll keep it up... but wouldn't it be nice to try?

#mine #oh.. tumblr has changed so much since i last came back #every time i come back and get surprised again and again #i love that when i highlight smth to put quotation marks around it it just Does that without deleting the entire thing! like an ide! #since i started coding i've resented that browsers don't do that more often. i understand why but i'm too used to it now

[thegirlfromtheislands]

I was so ungrateful for the small opportunities I was offered in my life. I compared myself to people in first-world nations and wanted more. I felt guilty for wanting more, but the desire was always there. One day, I got an internship offer in a rich country at a big company. It was the biggest offer I had received in my life. I felt so happy and relieved at the same time. It was the first time I believed my life was changing.

After a month or so of applying for visas, my visa was denied. The country, I so desperately wanted to work in, did not give intern visas to people from my country. I remember feeling devastated. I looked at my surroundings, my town, my community and realized that we are considered poor and, because of this, we are considered unworthy.

Why do people think that less money makes you less capable? Why do people think less of us because we don't make enough money to be considered wealthy? We make more than enough of everything we need. We have our families, our communities. We have our culture and language that tether us to each other, to the world. We have songs and stories and folktales. Our culture is thousands of years old. It's like a blanket of protection that we wear daily. There is so much I am proud of when it comes to my background and country.

After the internship and visa didn't work out, I was lost for a while. I walked around my university campus in a daze. I daydreamed all day and stayed awake at night looking for other opportunities, looking for people who thought I was good enough to work for them. But no one replied or offered feedback to the hundreds of applications I sent out.

I felt ashamed that no one else wanted me to work with them. I felt a little embarrassed about my education. My university wasn't good enough but it was the best university in my country--it was the best education I could afford.

It took me months to drag myself out of the disappointment and move on. I thought that maybe I could move on with another internship offer or job offer, but nothing came. I stayed in the same place, the same town.

I had no job prospects like all my friends. We sat together in restaurants and libraries applying for various positions. We helped each other as best we could. Our help could only go so far. We all had the same education from the same university and limited opportunities. I began working for free at a small company near my campus so I could get some experience.

I watched as my would be colleagues in the rich country posted their pictures on social media and talked about their accomplishments in long blog posts on their website.

I don't know how and when it came, but I started to feel peaceful. I began to feel an overwhelming sense of grace. I started to acknowledge that this lovely place I lived in was poorer than a lot of other countries, but it was beautiful. I decided that if no one wanted to believe we were good enough than I would. I would carry a quiet dignity in the way I talk and walk and listen to others. I let go of the hopes I had for the past internship offer. It was gone. I moved along and filled my days with other things like reading books and taking long walks. The last bits of disappointment faded away and I accepted a new kind of contentment in my life.

It made me realize that I need to be content with where I am and who I am no matter the circumstances.

#books #author #books and reading #poet #booklr #stories #bookseller #authors #coffee #writing #computer #blog #islands #language #rich #study #university #campus

[dangerously-human]

I posted 19,754 times in 2022

That's 5,052 more posts than 2021!

703 posts created (4%)

19,051 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@fuckyeahjohnandaeryn

@mariposasmonarch

@thisbibliomaniac

@oleander-and-honey

@o-lei-o-lai-o-lord

I tagged 8,387 of my posts in 2022

#stargate - 2,389 posts

#stargate atlantis - 2,280 posts

#farscape - 2,252 posts

#personal - 723 posts

#laugh tag - 259 posts

#endeavour - 244 posts

#grishaverse - 241 posts

#sga - 233 posts

#merlin - 202 posts

#pro life - 171 posts

Longest Tag: 37 characters

#remember remember the 5th of november

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I'm not quite halfway through the first episode of Farscape and it's already among the trippiest sci-fi I've ever seen. You're telling me it starts with a normal human astronaut being accidentally yeeted into another galaxy with space-traveling muppets, and it only gets weirder from there?!

89 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

#4

This world is so dark and broken and evil thrives but the Lord is risen! He is risen and he is coming and he beckons us into a new light! I feel like a foreigner in this world because I was made for another, and he will return to make all things new!

124 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#3

Y'know, I gotta respect the hell out of Ronon Dex, for multiple reasons but at the moment, mainly because he never changed his mind on the Wraith, always saw them as the enemy, but when his team decided to attempt alliances or truces with them, my man chose allegiance to his team over his own, very personal vendetta and followed along even when he didn't think it was the right move, because these are his people and he's going to do right by them, stand alongside them whether to fight or attempt peace, because "fiercely loyal" is too weak a term to fully describe Ronon. I love that about him.

139 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

#2

Sometimes authenticity is not about only sharing the hard or dark or weighty things. Sometimes it's opening up about the good things, the circumstances you're excited about, the places you are making progress or proud of yourself. Sometimes being real and doing life together honestly is admitting to happiness, not just grief or struggle.

I'm still learning this, that I don't have to hold back on my own journey in an attempt to help others through theirs. We can go together and grow together, even if we're in different phases or emotionally out of sync. Self-deprecation is not the same as humility. And the good things can be just as hard to share as the ones that hurt. However averse I am to the vulnerability, it is worth it to invite others into my victories and opportunities to celebrate.

154 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

At noon, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon. And at three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”).... With a loud cry, Jesus breathed his last. The curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. And when the centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, saw how he died, he said, “Surely this man was the Son of God!”

Mark 15:33‭-‬34‭, ‬37‭-‬39 NIV

Forever struck by the visual of the temple curtain, the symbol of separation between God and man, rent asunder in the very moment it was no longer necessary. Jesus, a new and perfect high priest, gave everything so we could go before God unburdened by the weight of our sin.

It is finished.

188 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

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#personal

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hello AJ. Shy anon here.

THANK YOU SO MUCH. Your advice was incredibly eye opening. What you said about trade offs made me realize that I was having such a hard time because I was trying to be everywhere and do everything perfectly. And that's not possible. Woh sirf tv serials mein ho sakta hai. Real life mein nahin.

And I didn't really realize this at all about myself until I showed my husband your reply and he explained to me with examples from things we've been through, that I've always been a bit of a perfectionist and I have a really hard time with acknowledging that I can't do everything and everything won't go my way.

I always knew I was a control freak and it's a flaw I've really been trying to work on but the perfectionism really caught me off guard. And I kind of broke down again. But my husband very sweetly explained that the perfectionism has never bothered him because he sees it as me being passionate and caring about the people around me a lot. But he also was like "too much of anything isn't good so I'm hoping to help you to not be so hard on yourself "

I even opened up to my mother in law about all of this and to my surprise she said she hasn't felt abandoned by me at all. Maa told me she's proud that I chose to go back to work for the family and she said she knows how much I love her and how hard it is for me to leave all the housework to her. We also came up with a system like you suggested where we both decided we'll make and have breakfast together before I go to work.

It's still really hard and that itch to do more and be more present at home is still there. And understandably so because I can't exactly just flip a switch. It'll take time to come to terms with all of this. But l followed a lot of the advice you gave me because it was good advice and I'm really glad I reached out to you. You and your mutuals are always so understanding and sweet. Thank you so much for always making me feel so welcome and comfortable.

I'm also feeling incredibly blessed that I have such a loving and supportive family. And since they're so understanding and supportive communication has really been the key.

I'm so sorry for always rambling on so much about my life on your blog. And thank you so much for always reading and replying to my messages.

PS: Judging by just how much I open up and talk here I feel like the name shy anon no longer suits me. Perhaps it's time to reveal my actual name to you?

Bye 🥰

Dearest Shy Anon!

I am so happy for you! Actually now the name Shy Anon itself means so much ☺️ sometimes a good conversations resolves the most complicated situations 🫂

I am trying to understand the world a little bit every day and I’m glad I could be of help :) actually sab kuch karna tv shows main bhi nahi hota.

Most the issues our characters face because they do want to do everything and that’s impossible.

Happiness comes with prioritizing because perfection is truly a myth. And perfection doesn’t allow collaboration, does not allow teamwork to happen. And a family sustains on collaboration 😊

Trust me I empathize on doing everything perfectly and more than often my good friends have gently told me that that perhaps causes more harm than good 🫂

I am glad to always hear from you. In a way it’s such a sweet thing for my blog is a sweet documentation of the beautiful events of your life! I got to know you, you got proposed, married!, moved to a new city, but adjustment issues and resolution! It feels emotional 🥹

Lots of love to you, you have this beautiful way of conveying about your life without burdening me. It’s reminiscent of having a cup of chai in the evening with a neighbour and sharing sukh-dukh ki baatein. You share your life in a way of sharing company, not as a ramble where you’re ignorant of the other person and I think that matters the most 🫂

We all love having you around!

Much love,

- AJ

#ask #shy anon #my two jalebis #jalebi advises #I’m so happy for you

[kithtaehyung]

Ryen, I'm so emotional tonight, so I have to tell you that I am SO happy I stumbled upon your blog..a year ago? Year and a half ago? Those past two years have been SO exhausting but also so exciting for me: I graduated from university, I finished therapy, I moved to the other side of the world, I got married and we adopted a puppy, then we moved, I also started my own writing blog and people actually like it?? So so much stuff happened but you, your blog and 3tan have been the one constant in my life, the one thing I could always come back to when I needed some time for myself, just to relax. I remember seeing your announcement for the first chapter, and I thought to myself, "Oh, this could be interesting." Then I re-read it 3 times within the first week after it came out, and I've been here ever since. I know you don't know me, we've never met or even talked, but seeing you grow as a writer and as a person and doing all this cool stuff, while I'm also doing some cool stuff..let me just say that I am SO incredibly proud of you and of myself, and I hope we can both continue to do cool shit. Maybe one day you'll spot me somewhere in public wearing my hey, doll shirt and I can tell you about everything I'm doing and thank you for always being an inspiration and always being so kind to everyone you interact with 💗

Oh my god… HELLO?? IM SO PROUD OF YOU, LOVE😭😭😭 damn, that is absolutely.. incredible. Look at all of the things you accomplished through everything. I couldn’t imagine doing two of those things let alone all of it.. Holy hell. I’m happy you’re damn proud of yourself because yes, you absolutely should be!

Here’s to us getting even more cool shit done‼️ that’s the energy that I love and you’ve even motivated me to keep going.

Now I’m just gonna cry. Hot damn. Maybe we will spot each other on the street, or in a cafe, or the most random place on this planet. And we’ll talk about anything and everything and the days when 3tan was just a single one-shot.

Honestly? I’ll be waiting for that day. For now, thank you for telling me all of this, and thank you for being here all this time🥹🍊

#wow #you’re amazing babe! #let’s meet someday<3 #anon #asks:3tan #3tan #lovely people #3tanhof #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌 #calm tag

[nancypullen]

Getting a Grip

So I told you I’d been doing a lot of thinking (did anyone smell feathers burning?) , but what I actually did was give myself a good talking to.  I needed it.  I started this blog in 2008 and to used to be such a fun, positive, entertaining space.  I was really proud that my itty bitty corner of the internet was sunshine and cookies.  I always hoped that by sharing my silliness I was skipping through the world with a basket of smiles and handing them out to whoever needed them.  Then.....menopause and Trump came into my life.  I feel like I’ve been ticked off since 2016.  I spent years firing off letters to elected officials, composing nasty tweets to answer the crazy MAGA crowd, and watching people I know happily and willingly fall victim to liars and grifters.   While our country was burning my hormones were playing dodge ball - BAM! You’re hot! BAM! You’re freezing. Bam! Everything irritates you! BAM! You love everyone!  I’ve never been one who suffered from mood swings, never suffered much of anything really.  And if I did, I could see the humor in it and give it a positive spin.  I was and am generally a happy person.  I was dealing with all of it....then the pandemic hit.  Good grief. What we thought might last a month or two lingered and lingered.  Vacations were canceled, we were all isolated, and far, far worse - we lost friends and family to an awful virus.  The same people who fell in with the grifter-in-chief decided that the medical community was one big conspiracy factory and refused to stay home, refused to mask, refused to get vaccinated, and numbers kept soaring.  Thank goodness we now have proven treatments, more people are vaccinated (no, it doesn’t prevent COVID, but like your flu shot can prevent a severe case and hopefully keep you out of the hospital), and there might be a light at the end of the tunnel...someday.  So, country on fire, hormones all over the place, pandemic - hey, we should sell our house.   OHMYGAWD. I’d been the one making noise about moving for years. YEARS. Then suddenly the mister decides NOW is the time, and in the blink of an eye we were closing the door to our Mt. Juliet house for the last time.  We moved and I have been unsettled ever since.  I started feeling guilty because I wasn’t happy here. After all, it was me that wanted to leave Tennessee. But we didn’t move to the prairie, or to a little New England village, we moved to a part of the country where we’d spent a grand total of about four days.  We wanted our grandgirl to know us, we wanted her to have some family nearby, we wanted to see her grow up and not just get glimpses on FaceTime and brief visits.  So I still feel that we did the right thing. But I blew my life up in exchange for that.  I left behind the dearest friends of my life.  I left behind a patch of paradise that had taken me over twenty years to cultivate. Every flowering tree and shrub perfectly positioned to be enjoyed inside and out, a field behind the house that provided glorious sunsets nightly and bird song and deer visitors daily.  We won’t even talk about the conveniences we left behind. Everything from our choice of well-stocked grocery stores to my doctor, dentist, and mammogram in one building just 4 miles from home.  And can we talk about the drive to our house in Mt. Juliet?  Beautiful. Passing ponds and pastures, horses, mama cows and new calves, it was soothing.  So...you understand that I was missing the world I’d created there, and some of the stuff that I didn’t create but appreciated.   We’d spent time and money updating the Mt. Juliet house, I’m not surprised the new owners fell in love with it right away.  So it was a big pill to swallow when I saw this house and its outdated bathrooms, kitchen, etc.  Time and money will also make this house pretty, but I felt like it set us back twenty years.  Know what’ll take your mind off of that sort of thing? COVID. Yep, after two years of being careful I moved here and COVID walked right in the front door.  Three of us had it, Mickey, Matt and me. The Edgewater gang escaped it.  It wasn’t fun.  Mickey and Matt seemed to breeze through it, I had it a little rough.  I wonder if it was because I was the only one with the J&J vaccine?  Anywho, I got over it. Then I got a rebound case. Good times. I honestly didn’t feel like myself for at least another month. Fast forward to the recent surprise of a kidney stone, the removal, and all of that gross stuff and I feel that out of the eight months we’ve been here, I haven’t felt great for a big chunk of that time. So, world on fire, menopause, pandemic, big move and loss (sprinkle some guilt on top of that for feeling ungrateful), illness times two, is it any wonder that I’m not feeling like my normal, chirpy, chipper self?  Honestly, I’m proud of myself for not being behind bars.  I should add to the list that I am Mickey’s cheerleader, therapist, and jester.  When he is stressed at work, mad about work, worried about work I listen, advise, cheer him up, and just absorb all of that negativity.  I felt an enormous amount of guilt recently - after Christmas I had the grandgirl here for a few days, Matt was also here and I was busy, busy, busy keeping a four year old alive and putting three meals a day on the table for a crowd and cleaning up after a crowd. Mickey asked if I’d proofread something for work, I’ve done that plenty in the past (don’t gauge my skills by this blog). I had about three plates spinning at the time and told him to print it out for me and I’d read it at bedtime.  He did and then I forgot all about it.  Worst wife in the world. World on fire, hormones, pandemic, big move and loss, illness times two, negativity ,and guilt.  All of that came together in a perfect storm and made me (I hate to even say it) an unhappy camper.  This just isn’t me.  I don’t want to be this person!  So I’m determined to fix it. That’s what I do. I fix things and mend people.  I’ve mended myself more times than I can count, so I can do it again.  Starting today I am focusing on positives.  As far as politics, I can’t bury my head in the sand but I can roll back my emotional response and still stay informed and active.  Let me share with you a quote that has helped me immensely: “When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always.”     ~ Mahatma Gandhi It’s true.  I can’t change the minds of crazy people or keep people from lying, but I can continue to champion for good.  This house isn’t perfect, but oh, it is filled with love and laughter. How lucky am I? I will always miss my friends, but aren’t we fortunate that we can email, FaceTime, and even squeeze in visits?  It wasn’t always that easy. I plan to get more involved with the thriving art community here and hopefully meet some lovely people. I will always miss my peaceful patch on Olivia Court.  We don’t have deer grazing in our backyard, but we do have a little girl who refers to her blow-up pool in our yard as Mermaid Lagoon.  I can create a beautiful sanctuary here - it’s just going to take a lot of work. As for illness, I’m a firm believer that stress and sorrow can make us sick.  I’ve let the last few years wear me down and I intend to remedy that.  Maybe part of it is age - though I didn’t think 59 qualified as decrepit.  I am tired, but I think a morning walk every day in Martinak State Park will revive me.  It will do double duty, providing exercise as well as the nature and bird song I’ve been missing. I’m tossing out the guilt because we’re allowed to feel the way we feel.  I’m not perfect and I don’t know a single perfect person.  I know myself well enough to know that I will conquer this glum feeling. I’m unsinkable. This time next year I’ll check the archives of this blog and say, “See? You made it!” If you’ve made it this far in my public pity party, give yourself a cookie. This has been my long-winded and scattered attempt at an explanation and an apology for the lack of fun content here. Feel free to click on the archives tab and choose any year and month for more entertaining reading.  I’m turning the corner on the final lap of this wild ride.  I’m asking the universe to throw me a bone. I am remembering to be deeply, deeply grateful for everything that is making my life beautiful and letting go of what isn’t.  2023 is a year for blooming.

Thanks for letting me purge. I’ll be back tomorrow to post pics from my walk at the park (pretty state park that’s just over two miles from the house) and that chicken soup recipe that I promised weeks ago. Sending out loads of love tonight. Grab some if you need it. Stay safe, stay well, be good to yourself.

Nancy

[burncandlesnotsinners]

My Side: The @bastartjack and @pechadream Situation (Part 1 *emotional*)

Info: For starters I would like to say not only will I take neither side but I’ll provide evidence against both. If you are unaware of the situation, a good friend of mine Jack (@bastartjack) came out with allegations of another good friend of mine Pecha (@pechadream) alleging that Pecha is quote, a “bitch ass” and I am here to say not only is that true but Jack himself is very much hypocrite in this department as well.

In this post I’ll break down Pecha’s Response but will include it bits of Jack if he has also been accused or provably done similar, although please be aware that this post is dealing with some serious topics and if you cannot handle (1) three friends joking, (2) all this being fake, (3) short posts pretending to be longer than they are, and (4) KIND OF IMPORTANT AOT spoilers then I suggest you stop reading and wait for a YouTuber to make a proper documentary on the situation. Now let’s move on.

For starters the big reason I felt it was necessary for me to make this post is one of the biggest lies in Pecha‘s response

Pecha not only blackmails but also bargains all the time, she supports and pushes situations in the very well known group chat ‘(Zeke/Ymir/Pieck/Qubert Love Club/Ew Eren/Hope Floch's Corpse Gets Mauled By A Bear Next Ep/Rip Porco)’ to attempt to pin me and Jack against each other. It works and usually Jack is in the butt of the joke.

Take these two instances where in screenshot (A) I was obviously in a very vulnerable state having just woken up and Pecha went out of her way to convince me the time zones were different and made a backhanded comment at Jack being american (see more in Note 2). In (B) you will get a glimpse of the ‘Pin of Shame’ (see more in Note 1) they referred to within their respective posts, in the screenshot I will prove ‘nya’ is not the worst thing Pecha has said and gotten pinned for. Here is her threatening us about it.

Lastly in (C), you will see Jack gatekeeping Qubert nation; as he likes to call it. He gatekeeps love for this national treasure (I’m the one who came up with the name Qubert to begin with. Yes all our great ideas come from me) and won’t allow people he doesn’t like to join him in loving this character. It’s honestly despicable and discriminatory. 

Note 1: I will say I take full responsibility for the idea and concept of the ‘Pin of Shame’, it was my idea and I’m the one who started it. I admit this because it’s the best things I’ve ever come up with and I stand by its existence. It was originally made to punish Jack (see more in Note 3) and I can proudly say I’ve never been pinned myself making me a ‘Chaotic Good’ within this whole debacle.

Note 2: Now you see being american is not a concern to me, as I am completely and totally British (proof of that will be included in screenshot (D1&2) which shows both of them discriminating me for my VERY REAL nationality) but seeing as I have american friends I couldn’t help but feel as Pecha’s comment radiated cultural appropriation and anti-gun violence. Something I know you americans are very proud of and as an ally I have and will defend you.

Note 3: Stinky boy :(

(A)

(B)

(C)

(D1)

(D2)

Now as I stated before some of these topics can be very triggering, and as happy as I can be being their friend they’re very disappointing at times and making it a public situation is childish at best. I would like them to be very careful as I could’ve went in more detail.

Ex: (1) Jack’s fake apology letter, (2) Pecha’s slanderous statements about Volk, (3) Jack’s notable contributions to the ‘Pin of Shame’, and (4) Pecha’s victim mentality.

But I did not as I don’t believe the situation calls for it, and of course out of respect for these two (Lol anyways Part 2 will be up June 36th, 2073 where I will go into detail and shamelessly plug my blog). Until then I wish you all a good night and I hope we can finally move on from this.

Conclusion: Okay jokes aside, these two are great and you should follow both @pechadream and @bastartjack if you haven’t already. I go to sleep, you know take my usual 15 hour nap, and I was met with this absurdity. You can never know what to expect when it comes to us three and that’s what makes our group chat very fun all the time.

I’d tell you to follow this account but it isn’t my main, my main is @ashleycakegamin where I inconsistently write anime fanfiction, (no pokémon), my second account @ashwritesseduceme is valid as well and I write more fanfiction for an indie visual novel call Seduce Me the Otome made by Michaela Laws, the voice for a Yandere-Chan in Yandere Simulator. (It’s how me and Pecha met 8(?) years ago) If you’re into that definitely hit me with a follow, otherwise follow this account in hopes I’ll actually post a Part 2 one day.

 okay the post is done :)