#vibes of an instagram post but not nasty....

[slocumjoe]

Companions on social media

Cait; Posts gym thirst traps and videos of her working out or getting into fistfights. Can be found in the comments and DMs of women, gay or otherwise. Lots of activity in sobriety and self-help communities. Doesn’t have a lot of followers, but does fundraiser streams for a week every three months she's sober. The money goes to child abuse prevention foundations. Her most recent charity streams had her trying to get all achievements on Just Dance after someone donated 10k requesting it.

Codsworth; self-help videos for people struggling to take care of themselves. How to tidy up, how to take effective breaks, what needs to be cleaned in a house and what supplies you need...very useful, very popular with college students and teens. Once posted a video of him going at wasps with a chainsaw and gained a million subs overnight.

Curie; children's educational YouTube channel that's, somehow, more popular with young adults. Science experiments gone wrong. Think Jackass and Mythbusters hosted by a tiny French woman who approaches everything with the joy and whimsy of My Little Pony. Her most popular videos are her 100k subscriber specials, a series where she goes ghost and cryptid hunting to disprove them and demonstrate the fraudulence you can find behind such things.

Danse; has a Facebook for work purposes. It has a profile photo only because Haylen insisted. Fears the internet deeply, thinks its the closest humanity can get to staring into the void and seeing something blink. Unbeknownst to him, there's a viral video of him teaching a workout regimen to trainees. The comment sections are pure thirst. All of his coworkers know and made an oath to never speak of it.

Deacon; Is the one who snuck into training and got that video. Posted it to r/NextFuckingLevel with 🥵🥵🥵 for a caption. Owns several large meme accounts, all with distinct personalities and lives. Someone tried to dox him after suspicions, but found all accounts had different IPs and info. He's just that good. His Facebook changes profile photo every. Single. Day. He consumes an absurd amount of audio books. Drops CRAZY money on charity streams to make the host do weird shit, like 100% Just Dance. Probably sells feet pics.

Dogmeat; The internet's darling. Nick Valentine's dog who doesn't help with catching bad guys, but with far more important things; Dogmeat cuddles and plays with victims at the scene or in court. Also trained in search and rescue. Much of Dogmeat's page is just Nick sharing important information (hotlines, self-defense, survival tips, et cetera) while petting or playing with Dogmeat. Kind of a McGruff the Crime Dog vibe.

Gage; Facebook that he uses to cyberbully cop pages and Craigslist to offer his...unconventional services (pretending to be your boyfriend at family gatherings to cause drama). His pet lizard, an Argentine Tegu, has an Instagram with 3k followers. The Tegu often wins pet competitions and Gage posts the awards captioned with 🖕🏻💚🦎💚🖕🏻. Works at an amusement park, posts tell-all confessions on Reddit.

MacCready; Facebook with friends and family, posts a lot of Duncan. His YouTube history is videos for Duncan. Lots of Curie's videos. Mac has a Craigslist and LinkedIn, does odd jobs when he isn't working as a security guard at a shooting range. Activite in communities about comics, shows, and video games. Sometimes he'll post a theory about a show or comic and he's usually right. Really enjoys the meltdowns of fandoms when the media takes a nasty turn, even if he's also betrayed.

Nick; Ellie runs Dogmeat's page, Nick just does the talking. As for Nick himself, has some pages for his work (that Ellie also manages) and a Facebook profile to stay in touch with friends and family. Much like Danse, consumes media offline—except for poetry. Most of his screen time is spent on Poetry.com, one of those people that leave comments. He likes how the internet makes information and art accessible. Very peaceful and wholesome internet time.

Hancock; The void that Danse is scared of. Also does streams, but not only for fundraisers. Streams high. Streams himself trying to find his way back to his apartment late at night. Always end up in a fast food joint, trying to convince the workers to unionize. Twitter shitposter until a politician needs cyberbullying. Organizes protests. Extremely active in Massachusetts' political scene, his fans are a force to be reckoned with. Has fistfought his own fans before. Occasionally cancels himself to prove a point. Makes mock apology videos whenever another celeb/influencer fucks up.

Preston; Park ranger and community organizer. Uses Facebook and TikTok to appeal to all ages. Is unfairly good at TikTok dances. Posts safety tips, upcoming event information, etc. Does a lot of work with Dogmeat and Nick. Posts bodycam footage of him arresting people, like shutting down fire-themed gender reveal parties, or poachers. Not a lot of followers, but the bodycam footage goes viral on subreddits like r/Instant_Karma.

Piper; a journalist and blogger. Posts videos of her political rants and makeup/hair routine. Joins Hancock in politician cyberbullying. Makes commentary essays and videos, sometimes book reviews. Appears on podcasts. Her media presence is decently known, but mild. She tries to keep herself distant from it. Despite this, has a good-sized following who appreciate the lack of parasociality. Her most famous video is her trying to find the best coffee spots in Boston.

X6-88; security guard for the Massachusetts Institute of Technology who got stuck running the Twitter when the last guy got arrested on weed charges. Piper keeps DMing for an interview and he keeps blocking her accounts. He has LinkedIn for work. Half of it is redacted and involves NDAs. No other media presence except for one thing; he's an infamous esports cryptid. Across a few different shooter games, a high-rank player called X6-88 (its just his first initial and the numbers on his security badge) fucking curbstomps everyone in the match. He has never died or missed a shot. Never speaks in chat, never in team chat. He's a legend among gamers. For him, he's just relaxing on a Friday night, keeping his senses sharp. Doesn't realize there are compilation videos of streamers raging at him.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #robert joseph maccready #john hancock #X6-88 #porter gage #companions react #i rlly liked making this this was fun #im probably going to do more of these

[certaincollectionlandblog]

Hello! I have to say that I agree with you on which of the drivers give of, dating a plussize girl energi! And then a thought raced across my mind. How would the freaking world react to George Russell just showing up in the paddock with a plussize lady?! 😱 Like everyone would be stunned! And George would go like "Oh! I just took a leaf out of Micks book" I think people would be deadpanned 🤣

Okay first off I love this suggestion!!! I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to respond and get back to posting. I've had a lot of personal stuff going on and I appreciate everyone's patience.

George Russell with a plus size girlfriend Side Note: I will admit that at first I didn't think that George would realistically go out with a plus size girl, but I then realized the reason I thought so is because I only was picturing him with Carmen mentally. I honestly only think that there are maybe just a small handful of drivers who honestly wouldn't go out or date a plus size girl and this is from my personal experience as a plus size person myself and just really reading their vibes and such. As always feedback is greatly appreciated!

- George just screams old money vibes and I know that as plus size girl myself that shopping for luxury clothing can be tougher as a larger size. I think 100% that George would research which brands were the best for making your experience best and plan a shopping day for you around that.

-I think that George wouldn't look at you as "oh yeah she's larger" or "yeah she is what they consider plus sized" or whatever. To George you're his girl and that's the end of the story.

-George overhears you telling your friend on the phone that you wish you could wear his button-ups around the house and feel sexy like those girls on Instagram, but that it just doesn't feel right. Over the next two weeks you notice George wearing button-ups that are oversized for him, but he's offering (sometimes you swear it's like begging) for you to wear them and see how soft they are

-He loves when you get all dressed up and you guys get to go somewhere nice, but he loves it even more when he is the one who gets to undress you like you're his own Christmas present

-George is always posting shirtless photos of himself and you can't help but feel a bit jealous at the models who comment on those posts, even though deep down you know you're the one who has his heart

-You two are very private, but not secret relationship vibes and so when George pulls up with you on his arm at the paddock let's just say the media and his fans had a field day

-Now George has a lot of respect for the younger Schumacher and when a reporter asks George in an interview "So were there any obvious reasons you were hiding the missus from us?" he simply replies "I just had to borrow a page out of Mick's book. He treats his lady like a queen and Y/N doesn't need any added drama to her life. She's a kind person with a stunning personality and I would never want her to feel like my job adds stress to our relationship or her."

-Now you had to reward ole Georgie for that one when you heard about the interview. Poor Georgie even had to cancel the dinner plans you two had because there was no way you were letting him leave that hotel room anytime soon after hearing how he not only stuck up for you, but complimented one of his dear friends.

-The fans were torn honestly and that's what sucked

-Some of them were so proud of George for sticking up for you like that and shutting that nasty reporter down, but some of them were so cruel and mean. They would go as far as to find your family's and friend's socials and leave rude and hurtful comments on any posts with you in them.

#f1 #f1 blurb #f1 drabble #f1 x reader #f1 smut #george russell #george russell x reader #george russell fluff #george russell x y/n #george russell imagine

[bluebird722]

Giving a Chance

Summary: He thought that his feelings would go away after the three years. He worries that she will not give him that chance. An imagining of the final episode.

Pairing: Jeankasa, implied Aruani

Rating: K

AN: So the inspiration for this story was born right after I began scrolling through AOT posts on Instagram (since I started following Jean's, Mikasa's, and Pieck's English VAs' accounts) and saw how downright nasty people can be to each other in the fandom! Anyone who even mentions Jeankasa faces an enormous wave of protests from Eremika shippers, people attack each other for suggesting that she deserves to move on and be happy even without him, and commentors fight over the whole "virginity/flowers" symbolism. It got to a point where (aside from not wanting to look at even AOT fanart anymore) I thought if Yams intended for Jeankasa to be endgame, why not illustrate how it could have evolved? How could a character continue to love the one who saved her life and still develop a loving relationship that would give her joy? I hope you enjoy reading of it as I had dreaming of it and putting pencil to paper.

Jean eagerly combed back his hair and tried to conceal his excitement that, after three long years and the most trying years of his life, he was getting closer to the dream life about which he had been dreaming for years. Any time that something was not going as intended or he missed home, he thought about what he still needed to do: get his dream apartment, find the right woman, save up for the best liquors, have a baby or two, and contemplate that he was good enough of a person to deserve those fortunes. 

For whom am I trying to look good for? he thought to himself, reflecting on Pieck’s question. Not just the ladies who will read history books one day–but good looks and good vibes go hand in hand, he thought with a smirk. All they needed to do was meet with the Queen and other diplomats, and then a visit to the grave, and then…whatever else he needed to do before his dream life–much better than if he had joined the Military Police as intended years ago–could finally begin.

Then they arrived back to Paradis, wrapped up their meeting a little before twilight, and made the trip to the grave, where Mikasa was waiting for them at the bottom of the hill, and Jean felt like the atmosphere had crashed around him.

As Mikasa embraced Armin, who practically lifted her off her feet in their hug, he noticed how much she had changed, from her hair length to the style of her clothes now that she had given up the way of the warrior. He had rarely seen her in anything both so casual, so feminine, and so civilian, so the combination of pink and blue gave her a new aura of beauty. She even grew out her hair, the long hair that he remembered adoring when he first met her. 

She’s still so beautiful, Jean thought to himself. However, that was not the moment to think about that. Now was the time to mourn their late friend, who died for freedom. 

Jean managed to concentrate on the burden and peace that Eren had left for his beloved friends to save the destroyed world and make it better, but somehow it was easier imagined than experienced. It’s all right, Jean, he thought. Soon Paradis will be at peace. Maybe one day we can imprison or reprogram the Yeagerists, and my family won’t have to live under the Queen’s protection anymore, and then I can focus on having the perfect house and family…

Then he looked up at Mikasa, who was comforting a weeping Armin, and felt a sudden heavy pressure in his chest. All those feelings that he remembered having since they first met and stifled every time he saw how she had feelings for Eren, and feelings that he continued to suppress until they didn’t give him a dull ache in his heart, came back.

Jean gazed at her out of the corner of his eye as they waited to lay down flowers. She had already set down four–the number meaning that nothing would separate the two of them. Even after everything that Eren had put her through, risked for their loved ones, and inflicted upon the outside world, she still felt the same about him. 

For three years, he thought that he had gotten over Mikasa even at the mention of her name. Then just the sound of her voice and the change in appearance unlocked what he thought was long gone. 

***

The ambassadors were to stay in an undisclosed house until the Queen was certain of their outside safety. Connie, Armin, Reiner, and Jean shared one half–two men in each room–while Pieck and Annie had their own, with a kitchen between for heating tea and a bathroom for each group. After visiting Eren’s grave and a quiet dinner with the Queen, the ambassadors went to their undisclosed house while Mikasa returned to her own that the Queen set up for her and in which she was safe after returning home from Marley. Mikasa, however, was not ready to return yet. She visited with the ambassadors, caught up with them over tea, and informed them of how much worse the Yeagerists had grown. Some Paradi natives were willingly moving out of the island in hopes of finding a better life in a foreign land. This unsettled Reiner and Pieck, who planned to move back to Marley, while Annie was uncertain about her future. 

“As long as we’re together,” said Connie, “do you think…we could survive this?”

Only Armin was fully convinced, but Mikasa expressed hope that it was possible. 

***

Groaning, Jean kicked away the blanket and sighed into his pillow. Sleep could not come to him for two hours. It was black outside, and his body ached with fatigue. 

Careful not to wake up Reiner in the other bed, Jean carefully opened the door and walked barefoot into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and looked at himself in the mirror, with his preferred stubble length and the hair that remained polished and well groomed even after a long day. 

Then he unbuttoned his shirt, turned on the faucet, splashed cold water over his face twice, and cried harder than he ever did in his life. 

For goodness sake, Mikasa, he bitterly thought, which made hot tears run faster down his cheeks, why can’t I get over you?! It’s been three years, and I thought things would change! If you wouldn’t change, I could… It’s been three years, and I still think about you that way! I still dream about falling in love with you, imaging you as my life partner, the mother of my children—things that I never imagined until we were getting ready to stop Eren!

Jean weakly looked at himself in the mirror. I could be everything you want, everything you need, but I’m not him! I could give you everything I have and more, but you would still love him more than anything else in the world. If you could have your way, you would bring him back to life and have a life with him–a life…a married life that I would not want with anyone I didn’t feel as I did with you! He hung his head and sobbed. Why can’t I let you go if you don’t want me?

I don’t want you to spend the rest of your life alone, he thought. You deserve love and peace, to know that there are people out there who love you and only want the best for you! Even if you gave me a chance, I would never tell you to forget about him! I would still take you to visit his grave, I would never make you get rid of that scarf, and if you ever needed to miss him, I could spend hours awake at night with you for as long as you needed it…

Jean took deep, haggard breaths and let the tears fall with the droplets dripping from his face and hair. I could be everything you want and need, but I’m not him.

***

The conferences with the Queen and the island’s earliest cohort of allies continued on for about two more weeks, leaving the ambassadors exhausted every night. It was more tiring than if they fought the Rumbling all over again, but their temporary house and tightened security gave them some assurance that things could change for the better. Dinners in which Mikasa joined them sometimes helped, though it only bothered Jean even more. 

Fortunately, despite the Yeagerists taking over the island, the inhabitants continued to live as before everything changed. With mainland influence came new fashions, new technologies, new music, and new food. Two days before Reiner and Pieck were to board a steamboat back to their birth country, the alliance decided to go to a street festival and see to what extent the cuisine and fashion were growing on the island. 

Jean tried not to look at Mikasa, who stayed at Armin’s side the whole time, as they walked around the festival. Some vendors were selling different flavors and types of bread, the people at an ice-cream stand were handing sample cups to about five children to taste before choosing what to buy, and, to Connie’s absolute delight, a vendor was selling various kinds of fried chicken, which he had become obsessed with while staying in Marley. 

“What do you think, Mikasa?” he eagerly asked the black-haired woman who blinked at the different options like she couldn’t comprehend how people could make so many ways to make chicken taste different. Fortunately, Annie said that they would have one of everything just to let Mikasa try one of everything, from mild to spicy to sweet. 

Jean sat on the opposite side of Mikasa when she and the alliance sat down with all kinds of chicken. Some of it looked gross, and some smelled so appetizing. Watching her eat from the chicken bone was kind of amusing, in Jean’s opinion, as were the faces she made. Some were too sweet, some seasonings could go together, and even some of the spicier ones were rather good. Annie, naturally, selected the ones sweetened with brown sugar and caramel flakes; Connie wolfed down his meal–one of everything, like Mikasa’s–and went back for more. 

“So tell me more about the foods you ate in Marley,” said Mikasa to everyone, “and what you got to eat that I didn’t have when I…when we first went there.”

Everyone had a story to tell. Armin recalled trying grilled and fried and sauteed duck, and attempting to make his own. Connie talked about something called a sloppy joe that was messy but downright delicious. Jean mentioned escargots and how people flavored the snails. Annie, Reiner, and Pieck said that one day, hopefully soon, Mikasa could go to Marley and not be limited to just vanilla ice cream; Marley sold, and continued to make, drinkable ice cream called milkshakes offered in many delicious flavors like chocolate, peanut butter, fudge, and caramel. 

Mikasa nodded along and was full after eating all the chicken, but she was so glad to try each flavor. “I will definitely taste each one,” she said quietly. “I just can’t believe that we missed out on so much.”

Jean shrugged but grinned. “That’s why, when I meet the right woman and have children, I’m taking them to events like this so they can grow up experiencing everything that I would have really liked when I was a boy.”

Most of the alliance smiled, but then Jean felt the blood drain from his face. Why did he have to mention a family, children, at that moment? Sure, he knew that adults had an expectation on children to grow up and become parents, and Jean knew his parents felt the same about him, but to actually realize that a family life was something he would like even though he never really imagined one for himself until the Rumbling was starting, when he used an imaginary future as an escape from reality, struck him almost painfully. 

Well, he thought to himself as they started talking about something else, just remember–it’s not worth having a family if you are not happily partnered with someone who wants to be your partner on the biggest project of your life. Then he looked at Mikasa and the scar that he remembered from his dream. It just wouldn’t be her, since she wouldn’t want to have had a family with anyone else.

***

After Reiner and Pieck’s steamboat faded from view, Mikasa accompanied the remaining alliance to the shared house, with the Queen’s security team, to spend the night and rest so they could wake up early the next morning to reunite Connie and his mother. Annie, who had decided to start over with her life in Paradis but hoped to visit her father soon, ordered cookies and tiny cakes to munch along with their afternoon tea and sat by Armin’s side the entire afternoon. Jean, who had cooked for everyone omelets like his mother had taught him, knew that Armin was jittery about their seating position but still could not wash away that horrible feeling of jealousy. 

It was a nice, sunny afternoon that day, so Jean decided to finish his work outside and conclude the day’s sunlight with his sketchbook and charcoal. Drawing was like reuniting with a friend long separated since childhood. Jean appreciated how much bigger the city appeared now that the walls were gone. He no longer felt like cattle trapped in a pen when he thought about what he had experienced. 

“Jean?”

The voice gave his heart a prickling sensation. He cocked his head at the eyes that haunted his most recent dreams. He chastised himself for thinking of how beautiful she was when he knew that she could never find him as attractive. “Yes?” he hesitantly asked.

“Are you done with your tea?” she asked with her finger pointing to the cup and saucer at his side, to which he shook his head and said that he would be in later for a warmer brew. He wanted her to leave him alone so he could forget about her and fall head over heels for someone who would love him over any other man in the world. 

Then again…Eren tried to push her away. He insulted her, said nasty things to her that were devastating to someone he considered a sister…but she still held on. 

I’m not him, Jean thought to himself. He looked up at Mikasa peering over the balcony at life below them. He inched closer for sketching inspiration. Two children who looked to be brother and sister were carrying armfuls of books that he suspected came from the new library. An elderly couple walking by ate a doughnut split in half. Two women, one hugely pregnant, were lounging outside a cafe and laughing.

Jean sighed to himself, wistfully hoping that he didn’t have to make too many more painful sacrifices for strangers below to live these deserved lives, and noticed that Mikasa stared under the balcony and then turned away with an almost pained expression. You don’t deserve her, he thought to himself. In a fresh state of anger, he tore in half the page on which he was sketching. 

Mikasa sharply moved her head in his direction. “Jean?” she asked. “What was that?”

Jean looked down at the paper half crumbled in his fist and closed his eyes. Lie, he told himself. “Just…I just hope I’m heading in the right direction,” he said. He felt her looking at him and knew that she wasn’t going to look away. Sighing, he went on: “When I was a boy, years ago… I used to sketch what I wanted in adulthood, like how I wanted my home to look in the Military Police, what the city would look like from my window…even…” He swallowed. “...even how…how I imagined what my future wife would look like.” 

Mikasa didn’t move or change her expression. 

Keep making things up, he thought. Don’t let her suspect anything. He looked down at the sketchbook with a heavy sigh. “But then…things are taken away from you.” He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes. “Like, the Battle of Trost, and seeing what happened to people we knew and trained with…and how I didn’t want to join the MP anymore…” 

Still, Mikasa didn’t move or make a face. Jean looked away from her. “And thinking…with all that’s going on here in this island… would I be able to find someone, a woman…even though…” He stumbled and swallowed. “Even though this position as ambassador is supposed to be for the greater good of this island…what woman would want to risk her life to be with me if being an ambassador meant that Connie’s and my families had to rely on the Queen for protection?”

Mikasa knelt down at a reasonable distance from him. “Don’t you think that the right woman would want to take that risk?” she asked in her usual stoic voice. “If she loves you so much…then it would be a worthwhile relationship.”

Jean twisted his mouth. “But now…it would be hard to find her, because of the Yeagerists.” When Mikasa blinked, he explained: “Like, you don’t know who believes in them and who secretly opposes them, but you’re at a point where you can’t trust anyone for fear or retaliation.” Jean stared at the charcoal under his fingernails. “And let’s say I meet and fall for someone who used to side with the Yeagerists. I…I don’t know if I would be able to look at her the same, knowing that about her.

“Like…you know how Rico is a Yeagerist? And Hitch?” 

Mikasa nodded with her mouth in a straight line. 

“Let’s say they stop being Yeagerists and decided to work with us.” Jean sighed. “Like…knowing what I know now, I–I could never see myself really being even friends with them at this point in my life. It’s like when a friend lies, and it can ruin your friendship for so long, if it’s not already destroyed.”

“I understand,” said Mikasa.

Jean opened, then closed his mouth, and finally gave in. “Do you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “It is already difficult for me now, especially because of my affiliation with Eren. They know how close we were, so I still get Yeagerists asking me to join them, and they always say that he did it for me, for everyone on this island.” She shook her head. “No matter how much I miss him…I could never associate myself with a group that would proudly kill innocent lives and children. What he wanted was beyond my limits, and as much as I did not want to take his life…” 

Jean felt guilty for bringing up painful feelings and angry with himself for reiterating that her love for Eren was strong enough to overlook where he hurt her indirectly, such as a desire to kill even children. He remembered questioning why in Liberio he couldn’t kill that boy who turned out to be Falco. Was it because he himself was unwilling to murder a child? It didn’t matter anymore. He set down his sketchbook, picked up his cup and saucer, and walked inside, where he washed the cup and saucer through grinding teeth. I’m not him, he thought. I could be everything you ever wanted or needed in a partner, but you would see only him and fantasize about him every time we–we…

Jean tried not to think subtle thoughts–of bedsheets, of panting, hands grasping bare backs, two bodies bringing the other to pleasure, morning kisses and nuzzles, and arms around waists, of two bodies trying to spend as much time together as possible. He closed his eyes and pushed his forehead against the cabinet.

For goodness sake, why can’t I get over you?! We’ve been through so much together, good and bad, that I thought these feelings would go away! You would not even want to imagine me as anything more, let alone even dream of a married life with me! You could marry as many men as you’d like and still insist that you be buried with that scarf and beside Eren at the tree, because no man’s love could ever fill that hole that he left you!

“Jean?”

He cocked his head without pulling away from the cabinet. She had come back inside and held his sketchbook and charcoal in one hand. “You left this outside. It’s supposed to rain later today.”

His sigh was not in relief. “Thank you.” He listened to her set down the sketchbook and turned back to the saucer under the soapy water. Why can’t I let go of these thoughts…

“Excuse me?”

Jean slightly jumped. It was Mikasa’s voice. “What?” he asked. 

“You said something under your breath,” she pointed out. “Something about thoughts…”

“It’s nothing,” he said. “Just…lost my faith that things could get better.” He resumed washing the cup and saucer, but she didn’t move away. 

For someone who didn’t like to talk about her feelings, she was making it awfully hard to deny his emotional turmoil. 

“That’s odd to say, coming from an ambassador who is working towards peace,” she said in her usual monotone. 

Jean remembered when he said that he could not imagine being friends with Rico or Hitch should they leave the Yeagerists. He knew that confessing his feelings to Mikasa would destroy whatever relationship they had, and that she could never think of him as a friend again. Frustrated, he dropped the porcelain in his hands and hung his head. “It’s been three years,” he croaked, “and…I still can’t rid of these feelings I have. I thought that my time in Marley, and being an ambassador–they would go away. But then I came home after these three years…” 

He gripped the edges of the sink. “I thought they would go away like my ambition to join the Military Police,” he spat. “But these feelings…why can’t I force them to go away?”

“Feelings,” she repeated.

Jean felt set up and swallowed nausea bubbling in his throat. He looked at her over his shoulder. She was somehow even more beautiful than in the cadets, despite the trauma and pain they endured from fighting the right and wrong enemies. “Mikasa,” he said with burning eyes, “I didn’t save your life, I didn’t wrap that scarf around you, I didn’t let you live with me after your entire life changed in one day…but…” 

He clenched his teeth after his rushed speech. “I could be and give you everything you wanted and everything you needed, but I’m not him! I could love you with every fiber of my being, but it wouldn’t erase the pain that he left you.” When the tears came, he brushed them away. “I just want you to be happy–like Armin does, like Connie does, like everyone else, I want you to be happy.” He took a shaky breath. “I just don’t want you to be unhappy and mourn over what had been, or a dream of what could have been. I told you to kill your best friend, your soulmate, and that will haunt me every day for the rest of my life.”

He turned away his face and rinsed off the cup and saucer to put on the drying rack, but before he could turn around, a hand touched his arm. Her expression didn’t change. “I thought we could be allies again, friends…” He bit his upper lip and watched the water go down the drain. “I should never have brought this up.”

Mikasa took a shaky breath and moved her hand up his arm to his shoulder, and Jean had no other choice but to meet her eyes. “Do you see yourself…giving yourself that chance?” she whispered. “If I let you…would you?”

The nausea was coming up his throat again, and Jean made himself swallow, though it was like gulping down scalding water. “If you let me?” he repeated. He shook his head. “Even if you gave me that chance… I would never make you forget him. I would never tell you to throw away that scarf. I would spend hours awake with you if you missed him so much that you couldn’t sleep at night. I would take you to his grave as often as you wanted to go. I would never make you do anything that you didn’t want to do, or become someone you were not. I would vow to you above myself, in good and bad.” 

Jean’s heart was thumping so fast that he worried that he would have a heart attack. He put his wet hands on her waist without thinking and hitched his breath. “I never pursued women in Marley, and I didn’t know why, not even other Eldian women.”

Mikasa’s eyes were of uncertainty, and Jean felt even more guilty and ashamed of himself for making her feel like she had to give in to his dreams that he harbored for years, and that he could promise her a lifetime of happiness even if he wasn’t him. He dropped his hands from her waist, but then her hands–slender and warm–cupped the sides of his jaw and lowered his head so she could kiss the middle of his forehead. 

***

Jean struggled to swallow the mouthful of soup, and not just because it was boiling hot–it was spicy, like the peppers that Marleyans warned made people cry. He inhaled and moved his blistering tongue around his mouth. “Good heavens, that was hurtful,” he panted. 

Mikasa twisted her mouth. “I know,” she said, “but you know that the doctor said that this will clear out your system, kill the virus in you.”

Jean turned his head away and sneezed into his sleeve. “Ugh…felt like I sneezed out a chili pepper,” he groaned.

“You may as well have,” said Mikasa. “Your nose is bleeding.”

Jean, groaning louder, sat up and impatiently pulled the shirt over his head despite his aching muscles. “Sorry to keep adding to the laundry load,” he heaved as he fell back onto his pillow. 

“Do not apologize,” said Mikasa. “I’ll let the soup cool down and take this outside, all right?”

“That sounds good,” Jean whispered. 

At that moment, the door opened, and a pair of tiny footsteps walked into the room. “Marco?” said Mikasa. “What is it?”

The five-year-old’s face was on the verge of crying. “Mama…my throat hurts…” He threw back his head and sneezed into the crease of his elbow, trailing colored snot.

Mikasa immediately stood up and lifted her son onto her hip. “I’ll take you into the bathroom, and you can have a nice warm bath. It’s good for fighting the flu.”

Marco whined and rubbed his forehead against her collarbone. 

Mikasa had just stepped out of the bedroom when she heard heaving and lurching in the bedroom across from hers. Without knocking, she opened the door and saw her little girl sitting on the floor with her face in the wastebin pulled between her pale, shaking legs. Poor thing was too weak to walk to the bathroom. “Sasha? Sweetheart?”

The three-year-old weakly lifted her head and started crying. “Mama… make it stop… It’s like sloppy joes…”

Mikasa swiftly helped Sasha onto her other hip and carried her children into the bathroom. She positioned Sasha’s head over the toilet, drew warm water, helped Marco out of his pajamas, and lowered him into the tub. The boy nearly yelped but then closed his eyes. “I don’t feel better yet,” he whined. 

“You will,” his mother promised. “It will take time.” She glanced over the tub and saw that Sasha was on the floor, pressing her forehead against the tiles. “Sasha!”

Sasha protested when her mother tried lifting her. “No, Mama, my head… it feels nice…”

“If you keep laying like that, Sasha, you will only get sicker.” Mikasa removed Sasha’s nightgown and placed her in the tub beside her brother. At their mother’s instruction, the children held their breaths, pinched their noses, and dunked their heads under the surface. Once they came back up, Mikasa gathered their germy pajamas and told them to relax and not try to drown each other while she went outside. She would come back very soon, once she hung the new load to dry.

After five minutes, Mikasa finished hanging the soaking clothes and bedsheets, had unclipped the dry linens, and carried the basket back inside. She set everything onto the kitchen table to fold later and hurried back up to the bathroom. She opened the door and saw that the children were not in the tub. 

Before panic struck, she instantly saw tiny droplets of water trailing into her and Jean’s bedroom. Mikasa followed the trail and peeked inside. 

Marco cuddled to his father, his head on Jean’s ribcage, while Sasha was curled to Jean’s chest. Both children were wearing fresh sleepwear, and they still had towels wrapped around their heads. The three of them, aside from the occasional cough, were napping quite peacefully. Mikasa smiled to herself and left the room to give her sick family peace. 

She went into Sasha’s room to strip off the soaked bedding, but the sheets were already pulled off and in a pile at the foot of the bed. On Sasha’s pillow was a sheet of paper with Jean’s recognizable handwriting: I got this for you. You go take a nap. You deserve it. 

***

When Mikasa woke up from her nap, it was already dark. She didn’t hear coughing, so the children were probably still sleeping. She could probably take down the hanging laundry from outside and set up the beds for when the children woke up. 

Mikasa went downstairs with a candle, but before she went outside, she peeked into the kitchen and saw that not only was the laundry that she brought in earlier folded and stacked on the table, but also folded were the children’s sheets and pajamas that they wore before their bath. Her mouth twitched in affection, and she went into the kitchen to pick up everything. 

Inside, however, she saw Jean, wearing only slippers and a towel with droplets of water on his bare back and arms, at the stove, tending to the spicy soup that she fed him earlier. He turned his head when he heard her approach him and smiled. “Did you have a nice nap?” he asked. 

“Yes,” she said. “You, um…”

Jean smirked and ladled the soup into a small bowl. “Do you want one?” he asked her. “I suspect that you forgot to eat before your nap.”

He was always like that, worrying that Mikasa starved herself. She shrugged and said why not. She accepted the steaming bowl and waited for him to sit across from her before she ate. It was both spicy and hot enough to fully awaken her. 

After the usual questions that Jean was all right, that he enjoyed his bath, how well were the children sleeping, and if anyone vomited or had trouble holding down food, Mikasa beckoned to the basket and folded cloths. “Why did you fold them for me? I could have done it.”

Jean shook his head. “I know, but you deserve rest. You may the only one of us who will remain in perfect health while everyone around you gets sick…but you’re my wife, my dearest love.” He set down his spoon and put his hand over hers. “Remember–we’re in this together, caring for the biggest, most important projects of our lives.”

Mikasa cocked her head and smirked. “I know–”

“But,” he cut her off before she could continue, “that doesn’t mean that I’m going to leave you to everything.” With those words, his thumb gently stroked the back of her hand. “Remember what I said all those years ago? That I would put you above myself in good and bad times?” 

Mikasa didn’t say anything, but she nodded. Jean continued: “I wasn’t saying that so you would give me a chance. I said those words because I meant them, just as much as I do now.” He pulled her hand to himself and kissed her knuckles. “I love you too much.”

Mikasa could not count how many times she heard him say those words, but they always gave her a light feeling in her chest that lifted her spirits. He knew that he could never erase away her old love, nor did he attempt to, but the joy he gave her because of the love he gave and the love that he had for their children made Mikasa glad that she gave him that chance. It was unlike how she imagined her future for years, but sometimes she appreciated how her life in reality was even better than her dream life.

#attack on titan #jean kirstein #mikasa ackerman #jeankasa #armin arlert #annie leonhart #aruani #fanfiction #pieck finger #reiner braun #connie springer #jean kirschtein #jeanmika #jean x mikasa #mikasa x jean

[zooophagous]

be wary of arsanatomica (the stumpus snake post op), they make pedophilia jokes, have a history of spreading misinfo, and had advocated for unethical breeding just because the outcomes are cute (such as beakless pigeons)

I've been following them for a long time, and while they do post a lot of animal deformities I never got the sense that they thought it was "ok" to breed them, just that they posted the images without making a moral statement on it. I don't see everything so maybe they did say something in support of a badly bred animal at some point and I missed it, but it's never been the vibe I got that they wanted to convince people to go get a beakless pigeon or whatnot.

As far as the pedo jokes, I did actually see that on their instagram. It was a bad joke in bad taste. I do think it was just that- a crass nasty joke, however, and not an indication of something more serious. It's still not GOOD by any means so it's up to the individual if that's something they can tolerate from a blogger or not. I haven't noticed a grander pattern of bad behavior so I was willing to voice my displeasure but ultimately treat it as a one off, because everyone makes the occasional bad decision.

Maybe I'm naive! Time will tell

[tmnt-reticent]

Getting nasty tcest vibes from your art

Oh god no, I would never draw tcest, I PROMISE you. It genuinely disgusts me. Im not much of a romance artist or person in the first place and I *hate* NSFW so I would never draw stuff like that, ESPECIALLY with the turtles. I don't know which pieces you're talking about specifically but I *swear* any affection shown is platonic and platonic alone unless it's Leosagi, April X Irma or Jennikendra. I make it incredibly clear on both my tumblr and my Instagram that I do not want any interaction with tcesters whatsoever. If ANYONE who happens to be following this blog or my main blog is one, please unfollow me immediately, because if I find out you are one you will be blocked as soon as I find out.

Apologies that you got the slightest hint of tcest from my art but I promise I would never ever do shit like that in any fandom, ESPECIALLY with minors. I just like showing platonic affection between family (whether it be found or blood-related) because I personally haven't experienced a lot of that in my life, especially from my own sibling (Leo is kinda a combination of my mother and my brother without the physical abuse 💀💀💀 but at least Leo has his reasons) so I will continue to draw PLATONIC affection unless it's any of the ships I specified above.

If you've read this entire post, thank you, but for anyone who doesn't want to, as a TL;DR:

I DO NOT AND NEVER WILL SUPPORT/DRAW TCEST.

Thank you for your time.

#tcest dni #tw abuse mention #apologies if this is poorly written i just woke up but i needed to answer this immediatly #answered asks

[songofthesibyl]

“Even for an immortal, there was not enough time in life to waste it on hatred. On feeling it and putting it into the world.”

—Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

So, no one cares what I think, my blog has no reach, but I just wanted to talk about social media, and fandoms, and the A Court of Thorns and Roses series.

I read the series last year, because I wanted to read a contemporary fantasy novel that dealt with faerie lore, and this series had 4 1/2 stars on amazon and was continually in print for a number of years, so I was intrigued and decided to give it a try. I don’t have tiktok and don’t follow book accounts on social media.

I loved the faerie lore in the first book, but made the mistake of looking up fan art, and the direction of the series was spoiled for me. While I enjoyed the series, and read the original trilogy fairly quickly, there were parts that bothered me, or that didn’t make sense—largely because of the majority fan interpretation that didn’t match how I experienced the series. I definitely got Twilight, Buffy, and Vampire Diaries vibes. For me, it was clearly in the dark fantasy genre, and the insertion of real world values didn’t quite make sense to me the way it was done. 

So, it was nice to find comments in reviews that felt the same. On here, and elsewhere. I was very isolated at the time, and this was a way to find a community. I was part of a fandom for the first time, writing fanfic for the first time. 

But this other side—I don’t mean pro- or anti-, I mean that really nasty, bullying, bizarre side of the fandom—became more and more prominent. I just never usually inserted myself in it.

This is social media. This is internet comments. This is human nature to bully and pick on others while sitting on the toilet at work. It’s nothing new.

But it bothers me. It’s always bothered me that people take time out of their days to be like this. And I get why the majority of it is done—boredom, fun, a distraction. But it still bothers me.

And because this series tackles such serious subjects as sexual assault, trauma, mental health, abuse—those throwaway, bullying, trolling comments take on a very disturbing tone.

If you disagree there are the usual epithets; using the need to seek therapy as an insult, attacking someone’s looks, family—even if no pictures or info are known. Telling people to kill themselves.

But because of the insertion of an abuse/DV “very special episode” aspect to the story, the comments become specifically about abuse—so if you feel a certain way about a fictional character, you are an “abuse apologist,” or want to be abused.

The other day, someone I know was arguing in a post on Instagram by a couple’s book account, with thousands of followers. The post was about Tamlin, the linchpin of the bizarre nature of this fandom. She disagreed with the post, liked the character more than they did. She argued using points from the book, but they fundamentally disagreed—fine. This person can handle themselves. But the other person said something in their discussion that I’ve seen before, that bothers me:

“I hope you find your Tamlin in the world.”

The person who said this dislikes the character. It was meant as a passive-aggressive, dismissive comment. You think he’s so great, I hope you find a person that is horrible and abusive in real life.

And it bothered me, and I knew it wasn’t worth it, but I just didn’t want to let it go this time. This person was an adult, not an adolescent. So I said it bothered me, that I had seen that comment before and I didn’t like its implications. I waited for a response—and saw that I was blocked. I made no accusations, said nothing personal about them—just that, just because one disagrees about a fictional character in a fantasy world doesn’t mean they want an unstable, abusive partner in real life. That comments like that bothered me. (Probably more than the person I was defending.) But it bothered me. And I got blocked, for the first time.

And that bothered me even more. Did they think they were being attacked? I don’t know. But the comment is probably still there, and unchallenged, and they’ll say it again, as so many others have. And that’s the way fandoms are. But it bothers me. It bothers me that, after dipping my toes into a fandom for the first time, into being social, this is what it all leads to. And it’s not even exceptional. This is how it always is.

And, despite some frustrations, I enjoyed the books, or I wouldn’t have kept reading them. And it made me want to reach out, and be social, when I hadn’t for a long time. But this part will always make me extremely anxious, and it’s exhausting, and it’s disheartening when this is what it all leads to. That books that speak about not spreading hate can lead to such nasty, disturbing, bullying behavior. It’s not fun. And I don’t really want to be a part of it anymore.

#tamlin #acotar #fandom discourse

[chaichaiiskai]

lmao don’t mind me i’m deeply horny for shig and can’t work on my event rn

-18+ shit ahead lmao-

SIGH. i wanna be his celebrity crush 👉👈

like- a semi/very popular hero who’s always hosting livestreams and flirts with their fans but they’re still so super sweet and caring make him go crazy for coco puffs

“oh? you like my top? well, thank you honey!” then he busts a nut cause your smile’s just so cute and you leaned over and your tits are practically spilling out of that stupidly loose shirt

and he’s so pissy abt it cause how fucking dare you, a pro hero, make him all blushy and horny

one day he ends up in a fight with you, surely he’s excited, right?

NO- all you’re doing is kicking his ass cause your hero costume fits perfectly against your curves and you keep calling him nasty names jejdjdjs

poor baby ends up just running off cause he’s literally so fucking hard from getting his ass handed to him by a cute lil pro hero who calls him a ‘fucking low life loser’

you’re such a 180 and it makes him so mad cause why does that fucking asshat reporter get called ‘babe’ and gets a hug but he just gets round-houses kicked :(

also, lil creepy but he’s definitely jack off to ur instagram posts- ESPECIALLY swim suit ones.

i’m sorry i haven’t slept in 2 days, this is unreadable.

oh lord good heavens 🤤 this is absolutely delectable and what are you talkin’ about i can re-read this for days???? but like—

is shiggy giving off submissive and breedable vibes? cause 😳

just imagine low life loser! shiggy who runs home to hump the life-size body pillow he has of you

he’s just a whimpering and groaning mess, rutting himself against the silk pillow while he’s moaning your name and trying to chase his release.

he’s replaying your fight in his mind, thinking of how badly you treated him and how you degraded him while twisting the heel of your shoe around on his chest.

how could such a cute lil’ thing make his heart pound at a million miles an hour and his dick harder than a rock, stirring around within the depths of his pants.

low life loser! shiggy who scratches nervously at the side of his neck, planning out the next little crime he’s gonna partake in where he knows you’re gonna be just so you can bully him around again.

low life loser! shiggy who’s waiting for your next stream so he can fulfill his dirty little fantasies and cum on his gaming monitor.

low life loser! shiggy who hides behind a screen, giving you praises with a hint of perviness lingering behind each word.

low life loser! shiggy who mumbles curses at you, calling you names under his breath while mumbling about how it was your fault you made him do such despicable things in the first place.

low life loser! shiggy who’s just so gross and finds himself getting daring and more curious about you.

low life loser! shiggy who forces one of his lackeys to watch your every move while he goes and sneaks himself into your apartment, burning through the security just so he can snatch some of your used panties and clean ones alike.

low life loser! shiggy who decides to dirty up your sheets with a little surprise— wrapping your dirty panties around his fist like a bandage, standing at the edge of your bed just to jerk off and moan your name like a whimpery little bitch until he’s cum all over your sheets.

low life loser! shiggy knows that his cum’s gonna dry up by the time you get home but that doesn’t matter to him, the thought of you writhing around unknowingly in your cum soaked sheets while you sleep riles him up again. and again. and again. and again.

low life loser! shiggy is so caught up in this rare opportunity that he fails to hear the soft click of your front door and then the sound of footsteps that follow.

👁 👁 and then i shall stop here because HAHAHAHA youre going to horny jail but im escaping 🏃🏾💨

#go to sLeEep??? #sleep is important #moots #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki thirst #shigaraki x y/n #bnha #mha #THIRST #sweet jesus 😩

[stromer]

how do you want the draft to go??

overwhelming response (two people in total) to my previous post :p so here are my dope takes that i wish the NHL would take seriously regarding the 2023 draft:

i do not take actual draft order into consideration for like any of these... because ch*cago ruined my life and draft order attempted to ruin idgaf war hero jeichel's life SO!!

bedard to the ducks

i think it's pretty obvious this was the spot i wanted bedsy to land. the whole OC boy experience was something i was rooting so hard for. he needed to discover the healing powers of a double double animal style clowning on zegras. like i've said before, his horror filled eyes would only get worse with one trip on the I5.. and i think it would've made him an even better hockey player somehow 🧪

he REALLY needed to be a canuck. common fact. but those freaks fucked around and found out horrifically. at least they played meaningful hockey when it was supposed to be MEANINGLESS. thank you very much to those orcas. you just lost connor bedard cuz anti-tank kuzmenko had bananas to eat. and quinn. that freak

2. leo carlsson to the sharks

in a perfect world, leo carlsson will never know the saw trap under construction that is Ohio. and the fact that he even knows where it is on the map is already too much for me to bear. if my lovely sharks had actually committed to a really good tank... i would’ve bought a jersey. i will use the power of my delusion to ensure this DOES happen actually. that's a guarantee cuz don't i deserve to be happy?? give me another swede MIKE!!! you keep taking ekky away from me, u capital L Loser so give me another one

in another universe i think leo to philly would be fucking bonkers level big brain 🧠 i only say this cuz i think he needs to hangout with joel farabee IMMEDIATELY. i found leo's tiktok and he's on there being so fucking silly goofy lipsyncing to GUNNA??? hooping to Lil baby??? even hit the griddy?? new era of orange and maybe leo should be there

3. adam fantilli to the HABS

this choice was mainly inspired by this comment adam left on cole's instagram and it got me THINKING. known jhughes fan boy adam fantilli has been going to work getting in with the NTDP boys and i think this is a solid choice somehow. can't really elaborate more on this, just a feeling i'm feeling.

again, in a world where jackets didn't commit to the bit of being so completely morbid awful nasty gross, adam going there so he wasn't too far away from his other half luca would've been good with me. the umichification of OHIO.. c'mon 〽️

and of course the reality of the great chances he's a future duck hasn't been lost on me. i think he's going to be a great addition to the canadian heist that will force zegras into more team canada jerseys.

plus he hit a matthews celly once. and i think that means he goes somewhere where it would be eaten up

4. will smith to buffalo

with a name like will smith he's got to go somewhere that i KNOW bitches will serenade him with the fresh prince of bel air theme song (like he assumedly has been all his life) and what better place to do this than the sabres. a team for silly goofy guys is where i think will smith and his NTDP taught silliness could thrive. also the athletic clowned on him for not being able to skate like jhughes despite being the n.1 center in the NTDP this year. whiteboy hockey looks can haunt you apparently .but my son you will go to a place where it doesn't matter because the vibes are too strong. cuz i said so

however, streets are saying he might be coming to the sharks. no surprise considering will is a future boston college student athlete and mike grier starts acting up anytime someone with BOSTON connections is in his sights. like a rabid dog with no self control. so, maybe bordy will be in contact with smith soon via insta DM?? and maybe i wouldn't be mad about it

anyway... all of these boys are haunted regardless of where they get drafted because they got invited to vegas to watch stanley cup final game 2.. and we all know that was a monstrosity so. Permanently scarred pre draft, here's how i would've saved them.

THE END!

#is my sharks bias really obvious??? LMAO srry hahahaha 😐 i'm so miserable help me!!!!!!!!! #i think this all checks out idk someone make me commissioner of NHL STAT #posting this and moving on with my silly stupid life (i will complain until june 28th and even after that when none of this happens) #don't ask me why jhughes was namedropped so much. that's actually none of my business. they just love bringing him up unlike me #don't care about any one else. i also put too much thought into these 4 so no more brainpower to expend in this post

[destinyc1020]

I do want to be specifically careful with how I address this. Please know I'm saying this with not only the utmost respect to you, but as well as Austin because this is his personal life. I hope this doesn't come across with any ill intent, because that is definitely not the intention whatsoever.

Now that Vanessa and Austin's relationship has been brought up a few times in recent months on this blog especially today with the whole "chemistry" and "energy" matching discussion on whether Austin and Kaia truly "fit" together.

I do think it's important for you and others to know especially for those who are new to knowing Austin re: weren't there for when this was a discussion. But it is common knowledge especially for those who lived in Williamsburg New York at the same time Austin and Vanessa did. That Vanessa was very cruel and controlling to Austin (she would publicly berate him).

Maybe their relationship looked and had the energy like it was together and perfect in all those paparazzi photos and Instagram selfies Vanessa would post. But it does go to show that we really don't know these celebrities therefore we can't judge what we don't know.

I hope in some way this makes sense, I reiterate I do not want to cause any drama with this, so I understand if you don't post this publicly. I just thought it was important to say.

Thanks Anon! 😊

No worries....I'm not taking any offense to your ask at all. I too have heard the rumors that Vanessa wasn't all that particularly nice to Austin at times. 😔

This could all be hearsay for all we know, but IF those rumors were indeed true....Do I think she was this way towards ALL the time? NO. I don't think Austin would have been with her for about 9 years (was it?) if she had been nasty to him all that time. Just like, I highly doubt Vanessa would have been with Austin all that time had he been a monster towards her. You just don't stay with someone THAT long (Especially when you have options and are famous lol) unless you really love that person. Jmho.

I think, that like any couple, especially one that's been together for 9 YEARS, they probably fought and had disagreements or issues just like any other couple? 🤷🏾‍♀️

When you hear them talk about each other though in past interviews, and see how they interacted w/each other, they had nothing but good things to say about each other and seemed deeply in love. 😊 Granted, we don't always see what goes on behind closed doors, so I'm sure things weren't perfect, but I just don't believe that people are staying w/someone in a relationship for that long if it was lousy lol. They could have had anyone lol.

Kaia is probably much nicer I guess? 🤷🏾‍♀️ So maybe she's a breath of fresh air for him? Idk... Vanessa (as much as I love her) seems more like a firecracker lol 😅🤣 And definitely controlling lol. While that can be hot and sexy at first, I can see how over time, that could get a little old for a man lol. We don't know what happened in their relationship obviously, but I think fans need to keep in mind that they only saw that one snapshot of her being rude towards him. When you look at pictures of them otherwise, they seemed VERY happy w/each other, and like best friends. Again, I can only go by chemistry vibes and what I SEE. That's basically all people are saying.... "Chemistry". We're not saying whether one was better for the other or not.... 🤷🏾‍♀️

Ironically, if you were to ask me, he seemed happier with Vanessa than he does with Kaia tbh, but again, that could just be that he was younger at the time I guess.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Loved the fic, it was amazing. But why the cliffhanger? Also really excited for what is to come. How are you doing? 🤍

Yay, thank you! Yeahh that cliffhanger was nasty and ambiguous but I wanted to cover myself in case what I thought had happened (Lola engaged?) was just me mistranslating Spanish with a translator and misreading the vibes of the instagram stories and stuff y'know, but it would be funny if R's former team mum and R were both engaged at the same time sksks.

I'm glad you're excited, I've been working on a timeline for the future of the Score A Goalie universe, plotting significant events and stuff and i can tell you that i have post-world cup fic plans and there's one event that is looking like it's pre-2024 Paris Olympics... so that's fun.

I am trying to do my best aha, I'm at work on tuesday so that will wipe me out regardless of how my ear is still being weird post-covid so yeahh, fun. How are you doing? I hope you're doing well!

[bylightofdawn]

I just had a very surreal realization that my AO3 acct is dated from 2009 and that there are probably people on this hellsite who are younger than that acct. I looked at my old fanfiction.net profile filled with shameful Naruto shit I like to pretend I never wrote and that was created in 2003.

And there are DEFINITELY people on this hellsite who are younger than that. Have I really been writing fanfiction for 20+ years at this point? When the fuck did that happen? It doesn't feel like I've been writing fanfic for two god damn decades.

I mean, I've fully embraced my place as a fandom elder. One of those weird 'older' adults that obnoxious Gen-Z shitlords whinge about daring to enter their fandom and occupy the same space as them but most of the time, I don't really pay that much attention to things like age of those I'm sharing a fandom with. My only caveat is that I won't interact with underage people mainly because I do write adult shit and I don't want to deal with that kind of drama.

Sure, I get annoyed when I see people reblogging posts about how the younger generation of people in fandom are being ageist and trying to gatekeep 'old people' and those who came before them and paved the way for them. That definitely tends to get my goat but I like to think for the most part I don't follow many dramatic people so I don't have to deal with the nasty part of tumblr as a general rule.

I'm just here vibing in my own happy little bubble writing mediocre fanfic and probably talking about my cat too much on the internet. I don't bother with DNI lists and have a pretty strong no bullshit or fandom/ship wank on my blog policy and honestly? It's pretty nice. I come here once a day or so, absorb all the gorgeous fanart /fanfic and creative works there are in my little corner of tumblr and then I tab out of this hellsite and just vibe through the rest of my day.

I don't have facebook or tik tok, don't bother with Instagram etc. I have a twitter which I never use and mainly scroll through once or twice a week and that's about it. I experience just enough social media that I can enjoy my time here and then I'm out and I feel like I have a much healthier relationship with social media because of that.

I'm kind of curious to see where I'll be in ten years, if I will still be engaging in fandom then and still writing mediocre fanfic. Not going to lie, I didn't think I'd still be writing fanfic in 2023 when I was taking my first steps into fandom in 2003.

Hopefully, if I am, I am still vibing and enjoying my little bubble. Maybe one day I will actually pick up a grammar book and learn how to NOT write in passive voice and will be able to overcome the mediocre English lessons I was taught in Texas public schools. I know I'm never going to be some hugely popular fanfic writer and I'm pretty okay with that. Having seen the way fandom gets super toxic around super popular fics and people, I'm super okay with just writing with my heart and popping my head up every couple of years to offer something I hope people will enjoy and maybe want to read.

Then I'll drift into the shadows, disappearing from the internet for a year or two as my interests get piqued by something else and one day pop back up on tumblr back on my regular bullshit.

#holy shit i am old #i have lots of thoughts #as I yell at clouds and shake my hand at millennials stepping all over my fandom yard #actually I'm just vibing #just straight vibing

[noob-serotonin-gainz]

Of course, right after starting an accountability blog, I get a nasty cold that wiped me out. And unfortunately I'm still not 100%. I might try to do a light workout later, but as decorating for Christmas about did me in and my mum and grandmother had to finish for me, I'm not keen on pushing it too much.

If I do, I will post it no matter how small, but, in the meantime, I figured I'd give a list of people that have inspired me in my workout/fitness journey and links to their content and such like that. I really struggled for a long time trying to find fitness people that are the typical fitness gurus that you readily find on youtube and instagram, etc. Or ones that talk about getting skinny, etc. My main goal with fitness has always been to gain muscle so I don't exactly vibe with perky people telling me how to lose weight in thirty days. I could care less about my hip dips and belly. I want to be able to bench press my boyfriend if I get bored enough to or (less sarcastically) do any work on the hobby farm I dream of starting someday without assistance.

So, without anymore rambling, here is a list of people I follow that give me inspiration to go for my fitness goals in the order that I locate them in my insta following list:

Tatum McCann (she/her) - @tatumtots37 on instagram and link here for youtube (I have not watched her youtube channel yet just her insta content, but I know not everyone is on there so i'll give yt links where I can).

Jordan Maron (he/him) - many of you probably grew up with CaptainSparklez! I've watched his content since before pffft I don't even remember. Well before Mianite at least and I was there when he started getting into fitness. He was definitely my earliest inspiration to get fit as he kept going past just getting in shape and going for healthy muscle mass as a hobby as much as for health itself. I will leave a link for his lifting channel but it is pretty much dead lol. But he does still occasionally post reels on his insta @jordanmaron.

Gordy Bravo (she/her) - @bravobuilt_fit on instagram. She does not have youtube channel that I am aware of. She does have her own website where she sells fitness programs, etc. Though I have never used it or even checked the website out cause I have authority issues. If people tell me what to do, it's very likely that I won't do it. Hence why I curate my own routine as I go. BUT her content on insta is fantastic. She's very charismatic and natural and it makes her content very approachable.

Lauren Pon (she/her) - If you love anime memes, video games, and want to get muscular, you need to follow her! She's hilarious and sweet and makes lifting (she's a powerlifter) so unintimidating. She's on Insta (@laurenpon), YouTube, and twitch! She's also on tiktok, but i'm not on there really and her linktree is not working. However, her @ is the same across the board so I assume it's the same on there.

Maya Davis (she/her) - More anime vibes, cosplay, and bodybuilder! Her insta is @mayatheamazon and that's the only platform she has as far as I'm aware of. She also has an Insta for her fashion tho. She's a fashion student and the fits are always on point!

Tabi (she/her) - Her bio says it best, Fitness and Anime! Her insta is @tabi.lift (tiktok is the @tabi.fit as is her backup insta) and she's on youtube. She also does cosplay.

Amber (she/her) - She's a weightlifter with more anime vibes and cosplay (are you sensing a theme here? I did not realize anime was the way to my muscle building heart until i started making this list xD). Her insta is @amberthevalkyrie. She's also a fitness model.

Serena Abweh (she/her, i think passed on a couple tags she's used, but if I'm wrong pls let me know!) - very meme-y powerlifter and artist! Her insta is @rena_serenaa. She also has a youtube channel.

Leigh Laurel (she/her) - Lots more bodybuilding, anime, and cosplay! Her instagram is @fitmissfilipina.

Patty aka LEAN BEEF (she/her) - if you're this far and you are aware with anything on that side of the internet, you already know who Patty is or atleast have seen her in fitness edits, etc. She is the person that I saw and went yep, that's it, we're fucking doing this! She's so badass and makes fitness so fucking approachable! I absolutely love her content! I watch her insta religiously and her youtube anytime i want to learn new techniques (especially with mobility training) or just relatable fitness content. And of course there's more anime and cosplay! xD She's also on twitch. Her insta is @leanbeefpatty and I'm pretty sure her tiktok is the same but her linktree is not working so don't quote me on that. (I will say that she has programs for food, working out, etc but again I have issues so I've never looked into them.)

That's all for now. I will update this list as I find more (or if I realize I missed any) as we go!

#fitness inspiration #fitness #weightlifting #body building #workout #fitness inspo

[lapeachmc]

“I tried drawing something  and this Jacob Andrews fursona came out. Guess its right what they say…”

When Jacob shared his fursona sketch with us to draw I knew I just HAD TO. It was a little while of my having an art block, but opening this sketch in Procreate immediately felt so good and natural. It was incredibly fun getting to paint a nasty Jacob Andrews vibe character. 

This post on Twitter and on Instagram

#jacob andrews #drawfee show #drawfeeshow #drawfee #drawfee fanart #drawfee jacob #drawfee jacob andrews #jacob drawfee #hyena #fursona #female furry #clean furry #fanart #art #painting #digital arwork #digital painting #digital art #trans rigs #artist

[zot3-flopped]

This could be a controversial opinion, but I’m curious on other people’s thoughts. I think Florence is a fantastic actor, she’s amazing, but I have a hard time warming up to her as a person. Her liking that Johnny Depp post disappointed me too, because no matter what you think about that trial, I find it pretty nasty to use instagram likes to side with a person who has been found guilty of abuse in court (in the UK). Especially considering the subject matter of her upcoming movie.

Anyway, I hope my vibe-reading is just off and that I warm up to her during DWD promo.

.....

I think she's overly influenced by what Zach Braff thinks, in her opinion of Depp and of Olivia & Harry.

Funny how all the PR hags are Team Depp too - any excuse to demonise a woman. Pretty sure they all loathe Meghan Markle as well.

#dwd #florence pugh

[unhingedhearties]

TeamE83Liz's Behavior Is Concerning

One of the more mentally unstable When Calls The Heart fans, TeamE83Liz (who's deleted and created so many new accounts by this point she's had almost a dozen different names) is giving off some real serial killer vibes. I'm sorry if that sounds hyperbolic or extreme, but I can't think of any other way to describe this.

I've been informed that she's made two new Instagram accounts (although one of them appears to have been deleted already) and was trying to pretend to be someone else, but kept leaving the same creepy, stalkerish comments on Erin Krakow's profile (vaguely calling her a whore, saying she's going to hell for being in a relationship with Ben, getting really angry any time Erin posted photos of herself with friends etc.) that several people could tell right away it was her.

I really don't understand this mindset. TeamE83Liz is still frothing at the mouth because people on Twitter are saying mean things about the fictional character Elizabeth, but doesn't at all see a problem with saying reprehensible stuff about real people and leaving hateful comments on their social media pages. 

Also, this "Erin laughed at a Starbucks employee for misspelling her name" is something I can't find. She hasn't touched Twitter in a long time and I checked her latest Instagram posts and didn't see this. If someone can show me what this is referencing I would appreciate it. I have a feeling this is something buried in an Instagram post from several years ago and was lighthearted and not anything malicious.

This is something I've noticed every time TeamE83Liz deletes one of her accounts and makes a new one with a new name. She gets butthurt that she doesn't have a lot of followers. She is never able to make the connection that each time she deletes her accounts the followers she has are not going to automatically follow the next one she makes. I don't know if this is tech illiteracy or Main Character Syndrome or if she's just stupid.

More whining about being blocked, zero reflection on what she does to cause people to block her.

This woman, who it sounds like is hurtling towards middle age, spends a solid 3 months out of the year sick at the thought of adults who have their lives together and are productive members of society being in a relationship and building families.

Liz, if you ever end up reading this:

YOU NEED HELP. THIS ISN'T NORMAL OR HEALTHY OR OKAY. YOU NEED REAL MENTAL HELP.

There is nothing wrong with being single if that's what someone wants. You can live a healthy and fulfilling life without relationships. In fact, statistically it's healthier for women to be single then married to men. But if you, Liz, haven't made this choice and are single because no one wants to be with you, you really need to reflect on how you act and present yourself to other people and what it is you do that drives people away. Based on all the social media posts TeamE83Liz has made, it looks like she's a dangerous, unhinged, obsessed fanatic that can't separate reality and fiction wrapped up in a victim complex.

Two actors you've never met or spoken to being in a relationship who might, at some point in the future, get married and have kids shouldn't affect ANYONE'S life. How on earth does the happiness of two people that I hope you never meet "ruin" your life? You are not the main character of the universe. You, like everyone else in the world, are of no importance to people you have never met. 

TeamE83Liz appears to have moved on from calling Ben "him" to "that thing". I wasn't kidding when I said she has serial killer vibes.

"I'd have to stay online, so I can make sure she reads the nasty stuff I'd say! I.Am. Worried. EVEN THOUGH, I don't want to believe she's with "IT"!!"

I've said this before and I feel like I'll end up saying it many times in the future. Don't ever feel sorry for the people that are featured on here. Save your pity for people who don't act like Robert John Bardo.

Based on nothing, she's convinced herself that the character's Elizabeth and Lucas were broken up because of Erin. Just ignoring the showrunner and producer and writers. 

Mark your Bingo cards, TeamE83Liz said that Erin's "way too private" again. Erin "didn't wanna kiss anybody anymore bc it'll make "that thing" jealous!"

More dehumanizing language against one of the actors. I really hope whoever works behind the scenes of When Calls The Heart keeps track of lunatics like this and finds a way to keep them from going to meet and greets and stuff like that. I hope there's some kind of safety protocol in place.

Maybe, just maybe, there was less kissing this season because they were going to break up the characters. No, that can't be it. It's because Erin went to Italy with Ben (Liz is really obsessed with this dumb Italy trip the cast took).

Oh look, more squealing about how she has a right to express herself. I guess I can agree with that since I'm using this Tumblr blog to express myself and the disgust I feel for people who obsess over a TV show. Freedom of Speech is awesome :D

#when calls the heart #wcth #lucabeth #unhinged fans #hallmark #hearties #fandom drama