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polaroidcats · 6 months

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Ugly crying & the marauders generation - a pseudo-scientific approach (my marauders crying PhD abstract)

Abstract

In recent days, there have been a variety of claims as to who the prettiest and ugliest crier in the marauders generation could be. This paper aims to address the recent surge in opinions on the matter, and categorize different approaches as well as add a new approach to the scientific examination of ugliness/prettiness when it comes to crying. I hope to provide readers with an overview of the current state of research and encourage all marauders scholars to add their own and I intend to make a contribution to the discourse by committing to the bit and writing a pseudo-academic paper about it instead of actually working on my thesis.

Introduction

In the following paper, the discourse about 5 marauders era characters will be examined in regards to their various levels of perceived ugliness whilst crying. Scholars who may ask why Peter [Pettigrew] is not included in this analysis are advised to refer to acclaimed marauders ugly crying scholar @lynxindisguise's (2023) original poll on the popular blogging website "tumblr.com" which did not include Peter, but rather two non-marauders characters named Lily and Regulus. This paper will follow that approach, since Peter is the nastiest skank bitch I have ever met, I do not trust him and he is a fugly slut. The characters included in this approach are as follows: James Potter, Lily Evans, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Regulus Black.

Following the scientific criteria for ugly crying, as stated by lynxindisguise et. al (2023), the question of the ugliest crier can be answered by observing the crying person and assessing their ugly-levels on the following parameters: (1) unbecoming facial expressions, (2) facial swelling/blotching, (3) unsettling noises, (4) snot factor, (5) tear volume, (6) general loss of dignity, (7) glistening eyes/lashes, (8) Victorian heroine factor, (9) elegant tear-wiping, (10) post-cry glow (ibid).

Criteria (1)-(6) can be categorized as the ugly crying parameters whereas (7)-(10) are pretty crying parameters, creating a false binary between ugly and pretty crying, which may be problematised and addressed in another the paper. In contrast to lynxindisguise’s original 10 criteria to measure the aesthetics of crying, this paper proposes to add (11) explosiveness of cry as another ugly crying parameter, in order to get a more clear assessment of where on the ugly-pretty crying scale a character falls.

The ugly crying parameters

(1) Unbecoming facial expressions

James Potter is mentioned in this category by several marauders scholars: @jaylienpotter talks about his red face and ugly sobbing, @artbyace mentions his “scrunched up cry face” and @sectoren claimes “james (…) is that one handsome guy that when the waterworks get going becomes like. Cartoonishly ugly”, raising the question of upkeeping toxic masculinity in order to avoid having to witness more of James Potter’s crying “mug”.

Though James Potter features heavily in this category, another character who is also mentioned just as often is Remus Lupin: @kaaaaaaarf, @appreciatedmoron and @http-starboy all emphasise that Remus Lupin is the one with a red and blotchy face.

(2) facial swelling/blotching

While there is a definitive overlap between the categories of facial swelling/blotching, unbecoming facial expressions and snot factor, Sirius’ and Regulus’ victorian heroine complexions, which give them an advantage in the homonymous category, may be to their disadvantage in the “blotching” category. This will require further research by other scholars.

(3) unsettling noises

James Potter is mentioned in this category by Jaylienpotter (2023), claiming he not only hiccups when crying but also that “his cries are one of the most heartbreaking things you’ll ever hear” and similarly, artbyace states that “James loves and feels so loudly”, whereas “Sirius is silent”, both sentiments are reminiscent of znelda’s (2023) statements that James “was allowed to feel his emotions freely in a loving household” and “Sirius (…) [is] used to hide [his] feelings and [has] become stoic”.

With several other scholars, among them also @jamesunderwater (2023) raising the point that James may be the ugliest crier due to him being “the only one well adjusted enough to have access to his feelings” this raises the question of possibly introducing another category, maybe of emotional awareness/stability to be able to measure this parameter more efficiently, though emotional vulnerability may also just be a part of the unsettling noises parameter, suggesting that there is a correlation between noisiness and the existing environment being welcoming to and accepting of various expressions of emotions.

(4) snot factor

The most popular winner in the snot factor category seems to be Remus Lupin, with several scholars agreeing that his sobs are the dampest and snottiest out of all the candidates. kaaaaaaarf (2023) writes “he turnes all red and blochty and snot drips out of his nose (…) he cant (sic) not cry with his mouth open as well so there is a lot of spit”, and appreciatedmoron (2023) agrees with kaaaaaaarf on this.

It only seems right to me to include spit in the snot category as well, seeing as they’re both crying-related bodily fluids that add to the ugly-cry factor. http-starboy (2023) also mentions snot in regards to Remus Lupin, which compared to both their comments in (1) opens up the question of how unbecoming facial expressions, more particularly redness of the face and snot factor may be related, as several authors seem to write about both specifically in relation to each other. Whether this is just pure coincidence or not would need further research, for which we currently do not have enough funding. This is only one of the many research gaps in the relatively new field of marauder’s ugly crying studies, which cannot fully be addressed in this paper.

James Potter is also mentioned in the snot category, namely by the marauders scholar artbyace (2023).

(5) tear volume

Artbyace (2023) claims James Potter is “full on bawling” which can only be assumed to refer to tear volume, but the most convincing argument for tear volume comes from the acclaimed marauders scholar @fruityindividual (2023), stating that “tsunami warning tones go off in sirius’ brain anytime remus is close 2 (sic) tears” which already indicates high levels of tear volumes. The author then goes on to specify the volume by claiming that “indeed the ocean wishes rj lupin would jump in and help contribute 2 (sic) rising sea levels”, further emphasizing the volume of Remus's tears.

(6) general loss of dignity

@pastaplatypus (2023) writes about James Potter not being able to do a Melodramatic Bollywood Cry, which is perceived as inherently racist by the crier.

I would like to argue that Sirius Black also deserves to be mentioned in this category. While as of today, with less than 1 hour left to vote, 15.5% of voters agree that Sirius is the ugliest crier, the more outspoken voices all argue for different ugly criers. Due to their upbringing, I am tempted to name both Black brothers in the “loss of dignity” category and look forward to reading future contributions to this discussion.

The pretty crying parameters

(7) glistening eyes/lashes

Undoubtedly Sirius Black deserves to be mentioned in this category. I believe his dark lashes and glimmering eyes are part of what makes him the prettiest crier. Whereas Remus’s eyes also sometimes glisten or appear red, and it is usually attributed to be caused by drug consumption, which more often than not is a wrong assumption, but he happily goes along with the pretense of being a weed-smoking bad boy in order to hide his ugly crying damp tendencies.

(8) Victorian heroine factor

It almost seems superfluous to even mention Sirius (and, to a lesser degree, Regulus) Black in this category. This category was made for Sirius, as is apparent when reading lynxindisguises (2023) description of the victorian heroine factor, in response to a question by the scholar @plecotusauritus:

“the Victorian Heroine Factor is a deeply scientific assessment of the Vibes. Is this person giving tragically beautiful, windswept Victorian Heroine, sobbing gently into their hands while sprawled across a boulder or a well or a fountain of some sort? When they look up at you, do their tear-plumped lips part elegantly as a single tear slides down their cheek?”

(9) elegant tear-wiping

There hasn't been a lot of research in this area, but I would like to propose handkerchiefs with embroidered initials and family crests as another potential factor in favor of the Black brothers scoring high marks in this category as well as the Victorian heroine factor.

(10) post-cry glow

Artbyace (2023) claims “lily is always beautiful (…) even when crying”, which is echoed by znelda’s (2023) earlier claim that “Lily (…) [is] a woman and no woman is ugly when crying.”

Sirius is the other popular choice by marauders scholars for this category, with @in-flvx (2023) stating that he “handsomely handsomes while dying after 12 years of torture hell and another year in shackles”, which would mean that “a few tears would[n’t] stop him from being the hottest person in the room at all times” (ibid).

Additional parameters

I am suggesting to introduce an additional metric in order to further specify and better assess the ugly-crying levels:

(11) explosiveness of cry

@felixantares (2023) introduces the idea that Remus “is the type that very few people have been seen cry because he ignores every difficult emotion hes (sic) ever had (…) and it all explodes at once and its horrible to watch when he breaks down”, a sentiment shared by several of the other authors mentioned above in various other categories.

Further opinions & conclusions

The most popular consensus seems to be that Sirius cannot be the ugliest crier, sometimes also in direct comparison to his brother: @spindrifters (2023) answers the question of the ugliest crier with “obviously it’s regulus”, elaborating that “at least [it’s] definitely not sirius bc (sic) reg is canonically less handsome in all ways” which brings up the question if regular beauty plays into ugly crying. This is contrasted by lynxindisguises argument, that Sirius may be an ugly crier because he’s so gorgeous, and his ugly crying subverts the expectations of beauty:

“the most beautiful man alive looks hideous while crying, and his deeply awkward and perpetually damp bf (sic) is literally in his element while crying – dampness becomes him, you might say.”

This statement raises yet another question – does regular crying make the crier more or less ugly? Can an ugly crier become a pretty crier by practice or are we all born either ugly or pretty criers, condemned to this fate for life?

While this paper has given an overview of the current state of research to ugly crying/pretty crying, it has also raised many more questions. Other topics which may be addressed in future papers also include the philosophical question whether ugly crying is in the eye of the beholder and if it is possible to ugly cry without being perceived, and if it is possible to ugly cry if the person perceiving you doesn’t find it ugly. Since the research field of ugly crying is a relatively new one, we can only hope to read many more opinions on these and other topics in the future, and I look forward to reading different scholar’s approaches to these highly relevant topics.

#marauders #idek what to tag this as lol #i don't write fic i only write pseudo scientific papers on fandom analysis (apparently) lol i had so much fun writing this #even if just 1 person reads it i'll be happy i know it's ridiculous #scientific analysis of ugly crying #akso i tried to tag everyone i mentioned to make it feel more like i'm actually quoting them (which i am) but if anyone doesn't want to be #tagged in this lmk and i'll remove it haha #anyways okay i'll post it now #this is what happens when i go on tumblr during work hours and then keep thinking about how much more fun editing papers would be if they #were about the marauders instead of the things i have to read/edit at work #hp #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #regulus black #(this thing has almost 2k words and i wrote it in 2-3hours)#idek what that says about me #that this is how i chose to spend my tuesday evening #but i love it

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gojocp · 7 months

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tangled

cw: tangled au! reader wears a dress and has VERY long hair, geto as flynn ryder, reader as rapunzel featuring: geto suguru | 1 | 2

a/n: hello!! i hope you enjoy this au, i've loved this movie since i was a kid and rewatch it all the time! lmk how this is!!

the sound of running footsteps could be heard as geto suguru ran across rooftops and into the room holding the crown in the royal castle. right before entering, they go over the plan once more.

"okay, tie me to the rope, when i get the crown i'll tug on it. pull me up," he states with his arms out, waiting to be tied.

with a shared look, the twins nod and tie geto off. removing the roof's tile, they slowly lower him in.

nearing the crown, geto is about to grab it but a guard's sneeze interrupts him. "allergies suck, right?" geto asks, taking the crown and placing it in his satchel.

"yeah, tell me about it." the guard agrees, with a light laugh. "hey! wait-" he yells, realizing the questions came from behind him.

"see ya!" geto calls out, and takes off with the satchel, the twins following close behind. "we got the crown, let's head back."

but of course, stealing the royal crown is never easy. because when the guards eventually catch up and corner the three thieves, they have to turn and run in the opposite direction.

they eventually reach a dead end and are forced to climb.

"boost me, and i'll pull you guys up." suguru says, turning to look at them. they share a look and say,

"give us the satchel."

"wh- are you serious? you don't trust me?" suguru says, with faux-betrayal shown on his face. the twins just stare at him with a blank stare.

"ow." he continues, handing the satchel to them.

they put their hands together and boost him onto the hill, one arm out in expectancy.

"sorry," suguru starts, "my hands are full." he shows the satchel and speeds off.

"geto!!" the twin yells, cursing said 18-year-old as he runs away.

.・。.・゜✭・.

suguru runs and runs and eventually finds a tree to hide behind. he looks to his left and sees a 'wanted' poster of himself.

"oh, no. no, no no. this is terrible," he mumbles to himself. "they fucked up my nose. so badly."

before he has the chance to mourn over the god-awful poster, a palace horse catches him and decides to play tag, chasing after him in an attempt to retrieve the stolen satchel.

the horse catches up and the two wrestle for the satchel, tripping over a log and running off the cliff in the process. they hold onto each other but are eventually broken apart when the log they're on hits a large branch.

.・。.・゜✭・.

at the same time somewhere else:

"(y/n)! let down your hair!" you hear your mother call out from below the tower.

"coming!" you yell, swinging your hair over a very strong nail in the door and letting your hair down.

your mother ties herself up, tugs on the hair, and you pull her up.

"oh (y/n)! doing the same task every day without fail must be so very tiring, right dear?" she says, twirling your hair around her finger.

"oh, it's nothing mother!" you respond cheerfully.

"then i don't know why it takes so long!!" she quips. "i'm just teasing, dear. loosen up!"

"uh, haha" you let out a nervous chuckle. "anyways! i have something very important thing to tell you!" you share, gleefully.

"(y/n), look in the mirror. do you know what i see? i see a very beautiful, responsible, and intelligent young woman." your mother starts, staring at herself. "oh, you're there too!" she laughs teasingly.

"oh! okay, well as i was saying-"

"(y/n), mother's feeling very run down, how about i comb you're hair." she half asks, half demands.

"of course!" you say, quickly setting up a chair for her and a stool for yourself. as she walks closer, you push her into the chair, shove a comb in one hand and your hair in the other.

"flower gleam and glow let your power shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine. heal what has been hurt, change the fate's design, save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine." you sing in one breath, your hair glowing and quickly fading to it's natural colour as quickly as it appeared.

"anyway! since you kinda keep cutting me off, i'll just say it! tomorrow's my birthday!!" you gleam, hugging your mother's arm.

"no, no, no, no. i clearly remember, your birthday was last year," she states, matter-of-factly, lightly shoving you off her arm.

"that's the thing about birthdays, they're an annual thing." you smile. "and what i really want for this birthday, and what i've wanted for every birthday..." you begin, mumbling.

"out with it." your mother demands, fed up with the mumbling.

"i want to see the floating lights!" you exclaim. "actually, i was hoping you would take me to see the floating lights." you correct, using you hair to pull back the curtains on the wall to reveal your painting.

"ah.. you mean the stars." she smiles.

"that's the thing. i've charted stars, and they're always constant. but these.. these happen on my birthday, and only on my birthday. and.. i can't help but feel they're meant.. for me.." you say, pulling back another curtain and showing a painting of stars.

letting out an exasperated sigh, your mother sits on the chair and states, "the outside world is a dangerous place (y/n), i've told you."

"i know but-"

"i knew one day you would want to leave the nest.." she starts, getting up.

"i knew someday you'd want to go explore.." she continues.

"but-"

"soon! but not yet, trust me pet." she interjects. "mother.. knows best." she finishes, leaving your questions unanswered.

"oh.. i see.." you respond, dejectedly. this causes her to pull you into a tight hug.

"(y/n). don't ever ask to leave this tower, again." she commands, coldly.

"okay.." you say.

"mother loves you very much dear," she sighs, wrapping her cloak around herself.

"i love you more," you respond, as she prepares to leave.

"i love you most." .・。.・゜✭・.

"i'll see you in a bit my flower" she calls out, waving as she reaches the bottom of the tower.

"i'll be here.." you mumble, resting your face on one hand and waving with the other.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after what feels like an eternity of running, suguru stumbles upon an empty tower in the middle of nowhere.

'perfect' he thinks, taking two sticks and climbing up along the wall.

"finally.." he starts, opening his satchel and pulling out the crown, staring at it lovingly. "alone at last.."

with a hit to the head from a frying pan, he's knocked out cold.

#gojocp #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #getou suguru x reader #getou x reader #suguru geto #geto x reader #geto suguru #jjk geto #jujutsu geto #suguru geto x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru fluff #geto suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen

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paletterph · 1 year

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how would u suggest getting into roleplay on tumblr? i try looking at how to work around things but im super confused... like, what are the certain tags people use, icon borders, stuff like that ;w;

hey there! don't worry, once you get the hang of a few things, roleplaying here isn't all that confusing. c: it's just overwhelming at first with how much formatting and graphics are valued on this side of the rp world. i'll try to break it down a little! this is also assuming you have some basic knowledge on how to rp and rp terminology so if you need something more in depth please lmk.

( TAGS ): these are hashtags on posts that are used to indentify what type of post it is. these are typically formatted with special characters and fonts to look fancy! they can also include a little 'quote' if you'd like, or not. there's really no general preference, just whatever you think looks nice. for instance, the OOC tag on my rp account looks like this: #৲ 。。 🌿 ∗ ❛⠀ 、 𝐨𝐨𝐜. ♡ real kaeri hours. it has some special characters, the main tag which is ooc, and a lil cute quote thing. many people would just put the ooc part tho.

you can use sites like this, this and this for text and symbols.

main tags include: ooc, ic, aesthetics, study (usually for quotes or texts), portrait/visage, inbox, memes/prompts, headcanons, promos, tags for your ships/dynamics, and tags for your AUs.

( ICON BORDERS ): icon borders are little icons that we use to show our characters' expressions in threads. they used to literally just be like, 100x100 simple icons waaaay back when but they've become very very fancy which might be intimidating haha. no matter how fancy they look though, the main point IS to show off your character's expression.

you can see in this snippet of one of my posts that i used it to show off how ahri's expression or mood in the scene is intense:

also, you don't HAVE to use them. a lot of people don't, so don't feel like you need to whip out super fancy icons. that said, i'd try your hand at making some, or getting a template from me or one of my affiliates in my pinned to start off. ~

also please make sure to source all your artwork if you use any fanart. i notice people don't really care to do so in places like twitter but imo it's pretty important, and people here care a lot more about that sort of thing, as we should of course.

( OTHER ): it's a good idea to cut your threads when writing with others. this means removing writing before your partner's last reply, so the thread only shows your partner's latest reply and your reply. this can easily be done with an extension called xkit, and turning on the 'trim reblogs' feature.

it's also become pretty common to use 'carrd' to create little pages for our characters and our accounts, that contain our blog rules and character bio's and verses, etc. you don't have to do this, you can also include these things in your pinned post or in seperate posts, typically linked in your pinned tho.

and if you're unsure what a pinned is, it's just a post at the top of your blog ( you can pin a post with the dots on the top right of a post ) that includes some basic information about your & your character at a glance. typically includes your alias, age, pronouns, if you do or don't write with minors, the name of your character and their fandom. you can also then link your rules/bio/etc or carrd here amongst other things.

joining tumblr rp these days can be a bit overwhelming but if you need anymore help please let me know!! i hope i touched on most of the main things ; ;

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elusive---ivory · 2 years

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"Waddles, don't mess this up for me"

Summary: Mabel sets Stan up with the crazy lady that lives in the observatory up north of town.

Tagging: @princessrainbowpastel @prettypopstarprincess2 @sharkships @superliminalselfships (lmk if you want to be tagged or removed)

The old man grumbled his way out the door. His sweater-loving niece had dragged him out the door, hinting at a major surprise.

"Mabel, what are you doing? It's my day off." Stan said, confused as to where Mabel was pulling him off too. "Can't you let your old man relax for just one day?"

She responded with a shiny bright smile, that almost blinded Stan. "It's going to be great, just trust me!"

Stan rolled his eyes. "Just don't keep me out late. I got a dinner with myself at 8."

"Well, not just with yourself!" Mabel giggled.

"Listen, kid, I'm an old soul. I can't just keep meeting people, thinking it's going to work. I appreciate what you're doing, Mabel, but I-" just as he was speaking, he was interrupted a very loud motorbike with space stickers all over it.

"She's here!!" Mabel exclaimed.

The woman parked carefully her motorcycle by the golf cart. As she took off her helmet, gray hair fell to the middle of her back. She was an older woman. Her glasses hung off her peculiar nose. She placed the helmet down, and looked around for Mabel.

"Libby! Libby! Thank you so much for coming!!" Mabel exclaimed louder, running over to hug her.

Libby chuckled. "I just live down the road, Pipsqueak. It's hardly a trip at all. That's why I brought the ol' girl down her." She winked down at Mabel, and whispered. "Maybe I'll even give you a ride."

Mabel squealed with excitement. "HAHA, DIPPER, I GET TO RIDE ON LIBBY'S BIKE FIRST."

Finally, her twin brother, Dipper, stepped outside. "Wait, you didn't tell me, Ms. Evergreen was coming." He walked over to Mabel, and pulled his sister aside.

"Why did you invite her over?" Dipper whispered. "Didn't you forget that's Gideon's aunt?"

"Yeah, well, I said that Stan invited her over for dinner." Mabel whispered back. "Besides, she hates Gideon as much as us. Why not put her on the team?"

"How do you know that we can trust her? I mean, I don't mean that in a bad way, it's just that I think that-" Mabel instantly covered Dipper's mouth with her hand and pointed to the old people two or three feet ahead of them.

"Well, Stan, you look good! Have you lost weight?" Libby had an inkling of an idea about why she was here in the first place. Over the summer, Mabel had been trying to get Stan a match that would last.

Stan chuckled nervously. "Oh, no. I think I gained weight actually, but I do look good."

He's been with Lazy Susan, that weird spider lady that tried to eat him, and that one time, but we don't talk about that.

Libby wasn't like that. She had a little more spirit that wasn't broken. She had a love for space that she wanted to share.

"Uh, so, how have you been, Libby? I see the squirt isn't hanging around you, like a growth." Stan paused for a second, waiting for her to take offense and slap him.

Quite the contrary, Libby simply laughed. "He's annoying his father. I only look after him on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Gideon's attitude as of late really started getting on my nerves. One of these days, he's going to be grounded for sure."

Stan nodded. "That's the truth. Hey, could I offer you a soda or something?"

"Absolutely, I'm parched." Libby smiled as Stan led her into the house. Stan disappeared into the kitchen. She looked around the house with amazement. While it was just an ordinary house, Libby could see that the house was lived in. There was mud on the floor, as well as pig drool.

Waddles greeted Libby with a squeal. She bent down to pick up the pig. Waddles leaned in and kissed her nose by covering it in pig drool. Libby giggled, putting the pig down and wiping the drool off.

"I can see why Mabel loves you so much. You're a heartstealer!" Libby chuckled to herself. "Why am I talking to a pig?"

"Let's see we got Diet or Regular, which one are you more in the mood for?" Stan yelled from the kitchen.

"Regular will do just fine." Libby yelled back. As she turned around, she bumped into the pine-tree hat boy. "Oh, sorry, Dipper, I didn't know you were right there."

Dipper dropped what he was reading when he bumped into Libby. He was panicking because he had the journal in his hands. "Heh, it's alright, but WAIT STOP NO-"

Libby picked up the book, taking note of it's cover. "Wow, this thing looks hard-core. You like reading it, little buddy?"

Dipper completely froze. "Uhh, yeah, it's pretty cool. Could you hand it back?" His worse fear started to actualize. She started looking through the different pages.

"I, uh, it's a first edition, so I'd appreciate it if you'd be careful." Dipper muttered.

After scouring through the book, Libby handed the it back to the quivering boy. "That's pretty cool, Dip! I like the visuals. Just don't scare yourself too much."

Dipper looked confused. She seemed completely unfazed. Dipper looked at the journal to make sure she didn't tear a page out, and she didn't. He looked back at Libby as she walked into the kitchen.

Stan was staring out the window, drinking his soda, with another one sitting next to him by the sink. The can had developed some condensation that dripped down her hand as she picked it up.

"So, uh, you came all this way for dinner, right?" Stan said in his raspy voice. "I guess, I should get cooking." He gulped.

"Want me to help?" Libby sipped on her soda. "I have an excellent set of hands."

"Oh, really? Well, in that case, you can help with the pasta. I don't know why but Mabel insisted on having spaghetti." Stan groaned as he got the pasta from the top shelf. "I can't trust that girl around food."

Libby smirked. "I wouldn't say you're any better. At least she knows when there's enough glitter." She chuckled, getting out a big pot.

Stan laughed. "You're gonna have the best tasting spaghetti of your life because of me."

"I will hold you to that, Stan." He smiled at her as she was stirring the pot. Libby had known Stan since he had established his name in Gravity Falls.

He had many good times with her. Before Gideon was born, he would see Libby hanging out with her sister, Shelly. Shelly was meek and shy, with how Gideon's been acting. She couldn't handle the stress. Gideon had made a drift in their relationship. While Stan wanted to talk to her more, she was way too busy dealing with a demon child.

Moments like this were very precious. He could see the stress she was under. Her observatory was the one thing Gideon couldn't take from her. Until he did. He had bought the deed and kicked her out of a place she once called home.

Luckily, Libby had her family's cabin with it's old creepy laboratory. She lived just up the hill from the Mystery Shack, but she felt more secluded than ever.

Once the pasta was done, it was ready to make the sauce. Libby opened the cabinets only to find two jars of tomato sauce and a few italian spice packets. She picked up every from the fridge and placed it on the stove. She had poured one jar of sauce into a different pan and waited for the sauce to heat up. She ripped the spice packets with her teeth, putting them in the with sauce.

Stan snuck up behind her, looking at the food. "Wow, you're better at this than me, and you didn't set the kitchen on fire."

Libby felt Stan holding the spoon in her hand. He was stirring the sauce with her. She blushed, slightly at his gesture. She turned to him, grinning madly to herself.

Stan blushed as well. She was reciprocating the gesture. "I'm just, uhh, working on your technique."

"Mm-hm." She hummed. "You got a pretty good technique going on there. It would be a shame if someone messed it up." Libby dipped her finger in the sauce and wiped it on Stan's nose.

"W-What the heck? What was that for? I've been nothing but nice to you." Stan feigned his annoyance, but he was smiling big. He smirked, flicking a noodle in her face.

A noisey friend made their way into the kitchen. Because of all the commotion, Waddles walked into the kitchen, smelling something good. He ran up to Stan, toppling him to taste the sauce on his nose.

"Ach, Waddles, would you get off of me?" The old man groaned. "Don't mess this up for me." He whispered.

"I think dinners all done." Libby announced. She shooed Waddles into the other room, then called for the kids.

"WE'RE COMING!! YOU BETTER NOT BE OLD PEOPLE MAKING OUT!!!" Mabel screamed from the top of the stairs.

Libby blushed again, while rolling her eyes. "No, Mabel, we're not."

Dipper showed up a bit before Mabel. He wasn't making any eye contact with Libby, as he was headed to kitchen. He got his serving, then turned to Libby. "Don't hurt Stan." He pleaded.

Libby nodded. It was a strange and cryptic, but he cares about his great uncle. Surely, another heartbreak could mean a heart attack at his age. He just wanted to make sure his uncle was happy.

Libby could understand that. She turned back to Stan who was arguing with Mabel. She leaned against the doorframe, smirking at Stan.

"But, Grunckle Stan, I've never been to Look Out Point. Are you really going to leave me in the dust?" Mabel was giving Stan her sweet puppy dog eyes, begging to come with him on the rest of his date.

"Listen, Mabel, you have helped me a lot, but I can do pretty much all of this on my own. Besides, Look Out Point is for teenagers to grossly congregate, and I don't want to expose you to that kind of stuff." Stan gently patted Mabel on the head. She begrudgingly walked upstairs to her room with her brother.

"Also, Soos gets to babysit because he's free."

A gopher-looking man walks into the picture. "Hey, Mr. Pines, and Ms. Evergreen!"

He didn't notice Libby staring, until he turned around and looked up. She was smiling gently at him. "You got a couple of great kids, Stan."

"Don't I know it, Libby." Stan smirked, leading Libby outside.

As Libby was getting ready to hop on her bike, Stan stopped her suddenly. "Nah, you don't need that tricycle, when you've got the Stanmobile!"

He pointed to a fairly used car. Libby couldn't seem to pin down the model. It was very late 20th century, and it was remarkable that it was still around today.

She looked over at her bike and then the car. Libby took a deep breath, and placed her helmet down. She handed Stan her keys. "Alright, Granny, I'll let you have this one."

"'Granny'. Ok, now you're just trying to hurt my feelings." Stan teased. His big semi-golden grin, reminiscent of Mabel's. "I'd hold onto something if I were you."

Libby nodded. She grabbed onto the seat and strapped her seat belt on. The road started out as smooth, but began to shake up as they started going up hill.

"Is this the way to Look Out Point?" Libby asked.

"Nope, we're not going to Look Out Point." Stan started finally started to slow down. Up the hill, there was a large observatory that was once a planetarium. It had Gideon's face all over the entrance, and the chain link fence called it "Gideon Land."

Libby looked at the scene with sorrow. Her own family kicked her out of her own home. She felt disregarded as a family member.

Stan gently shook her shoulder, snapping her out of her own thoughts. "The plan is to jump over the fence. And without getting caught. Do you think you've got what it takes?"

"W-What takes?" This was Libby's turn to get flustered. There was a glint of mischief in his eye.

"To take your home back, Libby." He held onto her hand tightly. "You don't need a squirt like Gideon to take over your life."

Libby nodded. She looked over at the front entrance. There weren't any guards at the moment, so it was a perfect time to strike.

Stan made the first move. She waved at him to signal. He wasn't as limber as he used to be, and the wrinkles on his face say it all. But, when this man is determined to do something, he will fight through hell and back to do it.

He fell on his face hard. He got off the ground with a groan. "Oh, boy, this is not as fun as it used to be."

Libby offered her hand, helping him up. "Well, I still think that you don't look a day over 67." She laughed, silently.

"Well, that's all I got going for me is my looks." Stan nudged. "That's why you stuck around."

Libby blushed. "When you put it like that, you're right."

Stan let out a hearty laugh. "Are you ready to do some more climbing?"

She took a big sigh. "Let's hope either of us breaks anything."

He rolled his eyes. "I gotcha. You're in safe hands." Just like that, he lifts her up onto a ledge. Libby grabbed Stan's hand and pulled him onto the roof.

The telescope was only a few meters away. The two held their balance as they slowly walked along the edge. Libby almost lost her footing, and slipped on a shingle. Stan quickly grabbed ahold of her.

"See?" He smirked.

Libby chuckled, while her face began to heat up. The relationship she had with Stan treaded the line between dislike and like. She didn't know if Stan would ever feel the same about her. As she aged, it was harder and harder to find someone to spend time with. Stan had been her longest friend in the whole of Gravity Falls. A faint crush is all that she wrote off. Pining for someone for 30 years seemed like a lot, but her feelings never changed. The only real divide between them was her family.

Stan gently shook her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Libby snapped out of her thoughts, and nodded. "Yes. I'm fine. I've just been stressed out, lately."

"Let's sit down other there. You could use a load off." Stan pointed to a balcony next to the telescope.

Once they were seated, the night sky started to light up. A few shooting stars could be seen in the distance. Libby's eyes widened at the glorious night sky.

"Do you like it, Libby?" Stan said softly. He held her hand gently. While she was busy staring at the stars, Stan had his eyes on her.

She turned to him, smiling softly. "I love it. Thank you." She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Gideon shouldn't ever taken this place from you." Stan muttered.

"It wasn't just an attraction to me." Libby's voice got quieter. A single tear feel down her face. She turned away from Stan for a brief moment. "It was my home."

Stan held her hand softly in the moonlight. He scooted closer to her. He placed a hand on her cheek, turning her towards him. "You could call any place home."

Libby smiled softly. "I would say you're like home to me." She squeezed his hand. "I love the kids. You're a wonderful uncle."

"You're quite the special lady. I haven't seen someone that the kids love so much." He leaned over, getting closer to her. "Before I came here, I was just a traveling salesman. Not a good one at that. I got banned from every state in the country."

"That's why you moved to Oregon?" She got a little bit closer as well.

He nodded. "I couldn't go home, because.. of something I did. You're a good person, Libby. I don't understand what you see in a shmuck like me."

"I see a caring man. A man who's had a hard life. A man that cares for his children." Libby tilted her head, leaning even closer. "I care for you, Stan."

She placed a hand on his scruffy cheek. His stubble scratched her face gently as their lips collided. Stan closed his eyes, running his fingers through her gray hair.

Stan and Libby hadn't stopped their kiss, when a guard walked over and spotted them in the roof.

He pulled away, grabbing her hand. "Make a break for it, Libby!!" He threw her off the roof, trying to aim for a bush. She landed on the roof of his car, hurting her back.

A few days later, Gideon had given her the deed to her property back. "Alright, Auntie, you get you get your telescope back, but I warn you. You are on thin ICE!"

Libby ignored Gideon, while thinking about Stan. "Oh? What was that Gideon?"

Gideon growled. "AUNTIE!!!"

#gravity falls #self ship #self shipping #fanfiction #[foxy for a grunckle ❤]#grunckle stan x reader #stan pines #stanley pines x reader #self ship community #self shipping community

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localprincecharming · 1 year

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I am going to post some Lyre audio later not very edited, my YouTube is going to have more of my weekly projects such as healing and meditative soundscapes. and my Tumblr is for fun and offerings.

I like that idea and the feeling it gives me so far...I may look familiar i am @demigoddisaster 's headmate. My name is Prince. Me, him and @henasse are all part of the body @sigmashub

I, Prince. Am a healer, I took on the role of Caretaker and to an extent I still am, however it is now more of a shared trait.

I dedicated my life to healing and aiding others through means of Magick, music, and relaxation, healing energy and a place where you can feel relaxed. Or swept away from the physical plane to not a fantasy but an astral location. I will take you places with my music you haven't seen it felt before or maybe better yet, places that you have. Familiar, safe places.

My YouTube is a baby but I have three years video editing and this isn't my first time trying to make a Channle haha.

In any case

I'll post some audios here but YouTube is where I do my heavy audio and some times visual videos. Meant mainly for meditation, journeys, spiritual awakening and food, spiritual self care. You get the idea, it's my Meadow! Feel free to join :) this weeks goal is to get a 10 min lyre video up that's edited the way I want. Let's see if I can meet that goal!

You can always support me on my Ko-Fi (also in baby stages!!! I'm working out my commission prices currently thinking of doing 2$ 3 spreads for a few months (lmk what you think please! I can use all the opinions, ideas, criticisms, ect!!!) /Gen /pos

/please use tone tags so I don't cry too much (⁠ ⁠･///﹏⁠///･;)/

And let me know if you have ideas about what you'd like to see from a mystic like me!

Hellene (Hellenic Witch/practitioner) 6yrs almost 6 and a half!!

General spiritualism 3-4 yrs (Buddhism, Hinduism, unfortunately fell into new age)

Yoga 4yrs

Tarot 7yrs

Divination: 16yrs

(Channel and found out how to use scrying at age 5)

Light worker/Energy Healer (so like Reiki): 4 1/2 yrs I have performed spiritual "surgeries" to remove heavy hexes and curses before. (By the way dm me if you need that and we can chat about it more)

That's all I can think of currently...do tell me your thoughts. :)

#witch help #freelancer #mystic #tarot #Lyre #bio post #4 26 23

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wooahaes · 9 months

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hi! (first time sending an ask so pls lmk if anyone has this emoji but-) i completely agree w/ u that writers should put a warning or smth that the fanfic will be catered to a certain body type as ive read fanfic w/o that and have felt insecure. not saying these writers are intentionally trying to make ppl feel bad, but they need to realize that sometimes their works do cater to thin/skinny body types and letting readers know that rly isnt a big deal. ty for always speaking ur truth! - 🐱 anon

hi nonny! im gonna answer all ur asks in one go <3 (no need to apologize for spamming! i had a moment of 'oh fuck did i say something wrong' but thats just anxiety brain speaking haha)

honestly! i genuinely don't mind if writers wanna intentionally write works for a thinner reader, it'd just be nice for them to write in a little warning at the beginning of the fic <3 i write chubby readers and mark 'em with chubby!reader so my audience knows, nothing wrong w doing it the other way around!

i also wanna say, i remember looking up "seventeen x chubby reader", "svt x chubby reader", or smth along those lines on tumblr but just knowing almost nothing will pop up 💔. until i saw a little fanfic called "tiger stripes" and was baffled that someone actually wrote something that had someone like me in mind. i remember feeling and being so happy about it. just thank you for your svt x chubby reader works because u make us chubby carats feel so seen 🫶🏼 - 🐱 anon

aaaa ty lovely!! im a chubby gal myself so i love writing chubby!reader fics from time to time when inspiration strikes <3 usually i try to keep everything body neutral so that anyone can enjoy my fics (even in my chubby reader fics, i try not to specify how big reader is so that anyone bigger can enjoy them), but sometimes i just gotta aim something for the chubby gals out there <3 tiger stripes is one of my most beloved fics and it genuinely makes me happy to think of my own stretch marks as tiger stripes hehe <3

ah anyway !! hope im not a bother w/ my asks !! i just wanted to tell u this despite my shyness bc idk, i rly feel like u needed to hear it 🙏🏼 anyway, i also wanna add ur a rly good writer and keep on doing what ur doing 👍🏼 - 🐱 anon

u are 100000% fine!! i love talking to anons and ur always welcome to pop into my inbox whenever you feel like it <3 + it does always help to hear that other chubby carats enjoy my work!! mwah mwah ur so sweet

tw fatphobia mentions (nothing explicitly fatphobic tho) // omg though.. i remember finding this [redacted] x reader fic and bc it appeared under the [removed] tag (smth like that) and i assumed that it was catered to fat ppl. but unfortunately it turned out to be incredibly fatphobic w/ it's themes, plot, + y/n. im not saying u have to be fat to write "x fat reader" fanfic but perhaps step away from writing for ppl u have no understanding of if ur gna write stuff like that.. - 🐱 anon

redacting the guy + the tag from your ask purely to try and avoid anyone tracking down the writer by any means! i trust my followers to not do something like that, but i'd feel better reducing that risk in any way <3

oh yikes! i think like... its worth it to sometimes address fatphobia in writing, but that kind of stuff 100% needs a warning! one of my current fic ideas involves a reader who is confident in her body but kinda relapses back to a previous mindset of 'maybe i Should be ashamed of it' after being fully insulted for being a bigger gal and the fic would absolutely have a warning.

i do agree that you def do not have to be a bigger person to write chubby/fat reader fics, but its definitely something you need to be mindful of when you wanna handle the heavier topics. im always happy to weigh in with my own thoughts + experiences, and im sure other people would be, too! no shame in trying to address it in themes/plot, but there's def a difference between endorsing those ideas and discussing them (and i'll say i have no idea which was being done in this fic)

(btw: no one go looking for this writer to say anything to them btw, we do not promote harassment on this blog--anon ur 100% fine to express ur opinions since i've seen fatphobia in reader fics, too, and it's okay to express discomfort with the idea. i'm always open to discussing things as long as they don't point too directly to anyone's work--and i'm equally open to taking down anything that pinpoints a certain writer.)

anyway ur 100% fine to send as many asks as u want!! im always happy to talk to people esp abt topics like this (or in general too!) <3 ty for being polite tho mwah mwah ur v cute

#🐱 anon #wooahaes.ask #asks.anon #fatphobia tw #(for a mention in another ask anon sent)#(im serious btw i removed the guy + the tag to reduce any risk of the writer being found)#(please do not go looking for the writer)

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marinesocks · 2 years

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Find the Word Game!

i have been tagged in this game by the wonderful @j-1173 !! i really do love seeing what words appear in my work haha

My words were: PRESS, TOUCH, NOD, COLOR, & EYE

for this post i'll be taking snippets from the owl's wish („• ֊ •„)

press

Sakusa seems unaffected by these sights, the only glints of color on his pale face being the gray-purple shadows under his eyes. Had those always been there? Bokuto’s memory can only serve him a fuzzy recollection that somehow doesn’t confirm or deny. The weasel spirit must notice his staring, because his sharp eyes slide over to return the favor. Bokuto hastily surrenders, now fully and totally absorbed in the way his sandals press into the soggy ground. - bladesmithing, part one: separate

touch

“Take my hand!” Bokuto says, waving his hand around wildly. “So you don’t get lost! ‘Cause I have the feather, and- WOW YOUR HAND IS REALLY COLD!” It takes everything in Bokuto not to leap backward when his hand hits Akaashi’s. A shiver jumps up his spine at the touch of the cool skin, and his wings bristle up in defense. Bokuto laughs to cover the abrupt silence. Akaashi’s fingers twitch back. “You are more than welcome to do this trial alone,” His friend’s voice is sharp and quiet. “No! No, no, it’s all good!” He grips Akaashi’s palm firmly. “I was just surprised! We got this, Akaashi.” - chapter 7: through dark and cold

nod

“Oi!” Osamu cuffs the back of Atsumu’s head, scowling at his brother. “Will ya leave the poor kid alone? He looks half out of his mind already, he doesn’t need your jabberin’ to make it worse.” Atsumu splutters, and Bokuto can feel his arm tensing. “I’m just askin’ him questions and makin’ sure he feels alright! He doesn’t mind, do ya Bokkun?” Bokuto isn’t sure whether to nod or shake his head. So he just beams and returns the one-armed hug. This seems to do the trick, as Atsumu just grins smugly and Osamu rolls his eyes. - chapter 16: the fox clearing

color

“How do you know when it’s ready?” The darkness makes Bokuto feels like he needs to whisper, although objectively his volume is only slightly quieter than usual. “Only when the color of the blade turns to the red of the rising sun is the katana ready to receive its soul.” Sakusa recites it like it has been branded onto his bones, letters charred so deeply into his skin he does not remember how it felt without them. There is no feeling in his recitation, only cool logic and blatant fact. He does not take his eyes from the fire. - bladesmithing, part two: assemble

eye

In the back of his mind, Bokuto can tell he is yelling. Bokuto can tell his wings have flared out and muscles have tightened and the expression on his face is a thundering snarl with narrowed eyes that herald lightning. Yet Sakusa stands unbuffeted by the gathering storm. Though the winds howl beside his ears and the rain pelts long lashes across his skin, his expression does not change. As Sakusa maintains eye contact with Bokuto, his pupils betray no sense of guilt or shame for the question. - bladesmithing, part three: refine

i'm going to formally tag @dogmomwrites , @westcountrygothic , @asralieswritingcorner , @thetruearchmagos & @crossroadcrow , as well as keeping it an open tag as always! (lmk if you want to be added/removed from my taglist!!)

Your words are: FAVOR, UNDER, FEET, RAISE, & LIFE

and as always i’m adding my own rule that if you can’t find a word in your work then you have to tell me a fun fact about either your WIP, your writing process, or one of your characters ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

have fun, writers!! drink some water!!

#why does this game make me want to keep writing lmao #why does it do that to me haha #writer #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #writblr #writers #creative writing #my writing #find the word tag #find the word game #helena scribbles #the owl's wish

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aijlin · 2 years

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Pocky Game ❡

— Characters ; Itto ⁃ Ayato Synopsis ; You play the pocky game with a (soon to be boyfriend) friend.

Tags & TWS : male!character x fem!reader, fluff, kissing, pocky!, friends to lovers, LMK if i missed anything

A/N - Oh no my hands slipped to the wrong tag and now I simp for all inazuma men... PLEASE REQUEST! I'll finish it within at least a day if there is no schoolwork! Italics means you are talking!

Itto

From the beginning, you two were always friends. You two would battle with onikabuto, and somehow you'd always win. You were 'the brains' and Itto was 'the brawn' as people would say.

Although lately, you believe that you have grown feelings for him. When you see him, it'd always give you butterflies in your stomach and a red blush would grow across your face.

One day, you finally decide to make a move.

He approaches you hollering your name.

"HOW ARE YOU?"

He finally catches up, out of breath

"I'm doing good itto, what about you?"

"Great!"

"Good to hear!"

"Ne ne Itto, I have this snack with me. Wanna play a game?" You give a smile, completely hiding your intentions. "Sure y/n! So, how do you play"

"Okay, I'm going to take one end of this pocky stick and you take the other."

"Mhm."

"And the first one to reach the middle wins!"

"Alright, let's do this! I will become victorious!"

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You take the stick out and place the first end in your mouth. Itto takes the other. You start first, taking a bite closer to the middle. Itto goes, and takes a huge bite.

The game's barely started and you two are already close to kissing. You blush furiously, suddenly kind of regretting it. It was your turn now.

One bite...

Your lips come in contact with itto's. His eyes widening in shock, but kisses you back. Was this a dream? Had he grown feelings for you too?

Then he retracts from the kiss...

"Haha y/n! You got me. That kiss was surely sweet, and I love you too."

He gives a huge smile, fangs showing. You turn away to hide your blush.

"I'm glad that we have gotten so close to each other and that we share feelings. I hope that in the future, I'd stay with you"

Ayato

You and Ayato met as young kids and got along pretty well. Now, you're an advisor for the one and only.

Sometimes, you two would go out on 'friend dates'. Walk around Inazuma and chat about some things, but you had held secret feelings for him from the start.

On an uneventful day, a date with him and enjoying the scenery. As you two were walking, Ayato spots a snack shop. He walks over to the merchant and purchases a snack seemingly known as "POCKY".

"Ah, Y/n. Care to play a game?"

"Sure Ayato, what type?"

"The pocky game."

A light smirk can be found in his face. You noticed this and started getting hot all over, the tips of your ears turning red.

"S-sure"

He takes an end, while you take the other.

He went first, taking a moderately big bite. You took your time, taking small bits of the snack.

Ayato would pretty much do the same, not wanting to reach the middle, yet.

As you were growing closer to the middle, so was he. You shut your eyes, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

He's only now inches away, he takes a big bite. Lips brushing over yours and ending in a tie with a flustered y/n.

He removes his lips and wipe his mouth. Smiling in a way that made your heart flutter.

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"Uhm.. ayato. I've been meaning to say this but, I love you!"

You make eye contact, staring into his soul while patiently waiting for his response.

He kisses you, and you kiss him back passionately.

"Do you have your answer now y/n?"

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