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Alex was widely known as a formidable figure—sharp, calculating and seemingly unaffected by the chaos that surrounded them. As the top negotiator for a prominent corporation, Alex's reputation for ruthless efficiency preceded them in every boardroom and back alley they came across. Few dared to cross paths with Alex and even fewer earned their respect.
Maya on the other hand, was a breath of fresh air in the dull city, a vibrant soul with an infectious laugh that could brighten even the dreariest of days. Maya thrived on the thrill of life, navigating through social circles with ease and leaving behind a trail of smiles wherever she went. But beneath her joyful exterior lay a streak of selfishness, an unspoken desire to put her own happiness above all else.
Fate intervened one evening at Lumina's annual gala, where the city's elite gathered. Amid the opulence and chatter, a sudden power outage plunged the grand event into darkness. Panic ensued as guests fumbled in the pitch-black corridors. Alex, unperturbed by the chaos, calmly made their way towards the malfunctioning elevator, seeking refuge from the commotion.
Unbeknownst to Alex, Maya had found herself in the same predicament. Her radiant smile, usually undimmed, faltered in the darkness. As the elevator doors closed, sealing them together in a confined space, Maya's unease was palpable.
"Great," Maya muttered, her voice a mix of frustration and nervousness. "Stuck in an elevator during a blackout. Just perfect."
Alex, standing stoically beside her, barely acknowledged the complaint. Instead, they assessed the situation with a cool efficiency that Maya found both intimidating and intriguing.
"Relax," Alex said, their voice steady. "We'll be out soon enough."
Maya, surprised by the calm assurance, couldn't help but be curious. She glanced at Alex, noticing the determination etched in their expression. Despite their aloof demeanor, there was something compelling about Alex—a hidden depth that piqued Maya's interest.
As minutes stretched into what felt like hours, Alex's composed demeanor remained unwavering. Maya, feeling a sense of admiration mixed with relief, decided to break the tense silence.
"You seem like you've been in situations like this before," Maya remarked, attempting to lighten the mood.
Alex's lips quirked slightly, a hint of amusement softening their stern features. "A few times," they admitted. "It comes with the territory."
Maya grinned, her usual spark returning. "Well, lucky for me, I'm stuck with an expert."
In that unexpected moment of camaraderie, amidst the darkness and uncertainty, a connection sparked between them—a connection that would set the stage for a remarkable journey. A journey that neither of them were ready for.
What I Can’t Say To My Brother
You are fundamentally a bad person. You are furious. You are selfish. You are a liar. You are a gaslighter. You are a thief. You are misogynistic. You are queerphobic. You are racist. You are intolerant. You are abusive.
Everything has been handed to you. You do not have to try to succeed in anything. You’re athletic, charismatic, talented, pretty enough to look like every leading man in an action flick , and every body wants you to succeed. I grew up hearing and watching everyone fawn over you. Kids at school would make friends with me just so they could come over to the house to hangout with you.
“Deven’s so smart, you know when he was little he spoke Russian and Spainish?”
“Deven’s so handsome he should be a model!”
“Deven’s so good at fixing computers!”
Your life could’ve been astronomically better than mine. But you couldn’t even do the bare minimum of effort or pretense of it to even coats on by. You’ve pissed every opportunity away. Every ounce of goodwill people have given you, you’ve sucked it dry.
The money you stole to party with your rich kid friends (who you also mooched off of to the point they stopped talking to you) almost made our family homeless. Every girlfriend you’ve ever had would sheepishly admit that you bragged about stealing money from me to pay for the date and would slip me a twenty from their purse as an apology.
Every girlfriend you’ve had you also drove to have an emotional breakdown. You purposely went after women with emotional problems and no support structure so you could bully them. These were women who wouldn’t know what a real healthy normal relationship is supposed to be. You did that on purpose.
You claim our mother is the person you love the most in the world (after yourself). You take money from her (you steal from her on occasion).The few times she tried making boundaries you guilted her and blamed. Our mother, the one parent we share in our blood, the one parent who actually stuck around for you.
My poor mother had to give up her dreams of travel and further education, of making beautiful art, all so she could give birth to a pitiful man like you. She was sixteen and scared out of her mind. She was hurting from a father that abondomded her as well, and you fucking play on that with your POS dad’s behavior. You use your fear of abondomenr as a fucking excuse.
You dare try to lecture me. You dare try and take some sort of moral authority and intellectual stance. I only speak to you at family functions out of the bare necessity to not hurt our poor grandmother’s feelings.
How fucking dare you try to explain the origins of storytelling and myth. I’m a fucking English Major with a concentration in creative writing my thesis is based around archetypes. I’m not taking intellectual or academic sources from a man who got a full ride to college but flunked our his first semester because he didn’t show up to class and didn’t do homework.
You only showed up to take tests. (College students who do this have the brains to check the professor’s attendance policy and grading system to see if they can pass and get away with it.) You also didn’t have the spine to tell our parents what you were actually doing, you would drive up to college and sleep in your car, like the jellyfish you are.
It took everything I had in me not to tear you down with a few sentences. You have to feel like the smartest person around. You dared to say you were, “The Muhammad Ali of Knowledge.”
Every memory of you cornering me and screaming at me to agree with you and your shitty pints. You would t let me leave til I said you were right in between choking back sobs burned in me. You and your need to control every body around you.
I could’ve destroyed you. Just a few flippant words, because let’s be real, what we say causally is usually what devastates others the most.
“Relax, you’re only my half-brother.”
“So, how smart do you have to be for your dad to finally give a shit about you?”
“What’s it like to have a dad that doesn’t love you?”
But I didn’t, you know why? Because I’m not you. That would’ve been a Deven move.
A small family and two half-siblings threaten to murder the lonely woman who just wanted her ruby back.
I’ve been possessed by my sleep paralysis demon to start posting my OCs (although these two aren’t technically mine) So enjoy. May or may not be having second thoughts about multicolored letters. Anyway, Clay Spinger (left) and Voodu (right)
I couldn’t find the original artist, but inspired by this beautiful art:
Ahem, Present Mic everyone. The one character I'll end up learning how to draw hands from like good lord because I want to draw his different hand poses (or some of them Im just intrigued) and Im finding out a lot-
Needless to say, I hope y'all are ready for those doodles/sketches.
Its my birthday wish to post art for a Fandom that has been dead since the 2000s : 3
Lyrics from "Light" by Sleeping at Last
Sleeping at Last is one of my favourite artists, and I can't help but think of Sanji & Luffy's dynamic in Whole Cake Island when I listen to this song.
Guess who my favourite character is IMPOSSIBLE CHALLENGE
Song: エミュレーション (mode:totonee)
Does anyone else just see shit on the internet (probably related to a hyper fixation more often than not) and get so happy that you literally start feeling sick and like you’re going to throw up???
Like is this normal??? Am I dying??? I don’t understand!!!
GET THAT FUCKING GAYASS LITTLE BLUE HEDGEHOG OFF MY FUCKING SCREEN ISTG UUUGHGH
it’ll literally be the most normal thing that happens like one of them says some shit in the comics and I literally feel like fucking exploding and dying because I’m happy.
OR WORST OF ALL it’s fan made content like art or a comic or something and now I’m happy and feel JOY because some wacko on the internet said “but make them silly” and now I’m suffering!!! (this isn’t sonic specific it could be anything that I’m hyper fixated on)
Update! We found it! Ty!!!
I've looked all over my likes but I cannot find this thing
Any LMK fans recently see an animatic for the song "The Challenge" from EPIC the musical for Macaque?? It was shadowpeach based where the description explained Wukong was missing and the other demon kinds wanted to take it.
So Mac makes a challenge that whoever can lift Wukongs staff and beat him in a fight takes FFM.
It was a really good animatic and I can't fucking find it!! Pls internet help me
Link it in comment or send me the vid, don't care how, but I've looked every way I can!
need to have an excuse
one like = one cut
The hole in my chest
Can only be filled with my
Sharp, unbothered knife
I get really confused when an openly proship blog follows me but they reblog from a bunch of antis, I'm really unsure of if they just don't check people's blogs therefore they're reblogging those posts because said posts don't have proship dni on that specific post (I've seen especially a lot of selfship posts that have no indication of if proshippers can interact or not but their dni is on their pinned, so if it's just some random post on your feed like that it seems like there isn't a need to check the blog etcetc), or if they're, y'know, an anti posing as a proshipper 😭 I don't want to block someone over a misunderstanding since I like making mutuals but it's quite confusing. I moot a lot of people who follow me so if I haven't it's probably because of this misunderstanding (if it is a misunderstanding) and feel free to dm me to let me know, but also if possible please check dnis on people's blogs if you reblog/interact with them very frequently. I get it if they just don't have their dni in an easily accessible spot/you need to go through loops to find their dni but if their dni is on their pinned and you reblog from them frequently I'll probably misunderstand due to the nature of antis posing as proshippers. Sorry 😭 I also try not to moot people who purposely break dnis too so I also can't tell if it's done on purpose when it's done so much. It's just confusing for me, I might even sound a little silly right now but 😭
Anyway is Tumblr actually going down and if so where do we go 😭
Now that I think about it, I should probably put more about myself on here..
Actually, I have some hc & wanted to talk about it, but have no one to listen, so I'll live it here xD Why else would I have "fandom blog"...
So. Yes. I think Tobirama hate and is afraid of Madara. But not only him. He hates and fears all of Uchiha kind. I was rewatching the 4th war arc and if you listen to Tobirama's monologue when he explains his thoughts on Uchiha's to Sasuke… Well, it's disturbing. It's sick. In front of orphan who lived through the massacre, Tobirama tells that all Uchiha's are "possessed by evil" and they also "possessed strength that surpassed that of the Senju". And he controlled and oppressed Uchiha's to make them useful to the village. Because he didn't like that Uchiha's family ties were placed above fellow villagers (whether he himself would prefer not Hashirama, but someone else - an open question). So, he literally said in front of a massacre survivor who's entire family and clan was killed for Hokage's demand that his family members were all "possessed by evil", insane, unstable and "welp, if they all died… it's their fault" (he heard, that they were killed, tho).
He didn't think of Uchiha's as of people. And he's not ashamed to claim that, even. He saw Uchiha's only as something useful. And if they are not so useful as Tobirama expects (at the same time, the standards of loyalty were lower for other villagers) then they deserve to die. He never ever regretted that he killed Izuna. And he never ever regretted that he forced the Uchiha clan to live in a ghetto on the outskirts of the prison and created prejudice against them. He wanted to have Uchiha's power at his side, but with ultimate devotion to the level when he expected that Uchiha's will sacrifice everything, everyone, even own child, even themselves to prove their loyalty. Even Hashirama seems to be shocked about his lil brother's behavior. He tries to hush Tobirama, but Tobirama simply don't think he did something wrong. He would, if that was someone else - another Senju, another shinobi, anyone else, but not Uchiha's. Uchiha's had to come to terms with prejudice, oppression, inequality, life on the reservation, mistrust and provocations. And if they're not - well, let's kill them. He had never even considered that simply giving the Uchiha's equality with the other villagers and stopping oppressing them would solve any conflicts. Because he didn't see them as people who deserved a normal life like everyone else.
So, yes. He hated Madara. He hated Izuna. He hated Uchiha's. And he fears them.
Do y’all think tobirama hated Madara because I most definitely do think he did? Part of me believes that he blamed kawaramas and itamas deaths on him simply because madara is an uchiha and an uchiha with power .
Im also 100% convinced that Tobirama was scared of madara and his power( and no one convict me differently)
Just a personal post about my experience on this site
The only social media I’ve ever really used my whole life has been YouTube and Pinterest, and I only joined Tumblr a few months ago because my sibling encouraged me to. The internet has always kind of been an overwhelming place for me; too many people, too many ideas. And I used to get really insecure when interacting with or even perceiving fandom. I struggled a lot with the feeling of “I really love this piece of media/character, and the fact that other people love it too makes me feel like it’s somehow an intrusion upon my profoundly personal connection with this thing” (thankfully I've mostly grown out of that). Online spaces made the world feel too big and me feel too small. Maybe a part of the reason I joined Tumblr was to combat that. I often felt a little like the odd one out in that the internet was never this place of community and connection for me like it is for so many others. I’ve always just felt overwhelmed by it. Now, I’ve curated a nice little corner of the internet for myself, although I do have to keep things in check sometimes and not overwhelm myself through overexposure to content.
Since joining the site and creating this blog, I’ve learned a lot. I have a lot of bad days when I second-guess my wording in every post I make (which I know is silly, because I just make fandom content and random stuff that only a few people will ever see, so the stakes are incredibly low, but anxiety doesn’t care). I have days where the world still feels too big and it's overwhelming to look at posts. But I’ve also begun to learn to express myself more, and that’s vital for me, especially as an autistic person learning to unmask more in my daily life. It feels silly to say that being on this site has been a rollercoaster, but that’s the truth of how I feel. This whole experience has forced me to confront my issues with self-expression, my relationship with external validation and people-pleasing, rejection-sensitive dysphoria, and figuring out healthy self-regulation. Again I feel very silly saying all this about Tumblr of all things. But it’s true.
That's not even to mention how freeing and encouraging it has felt to see how shamelessly people express themselves on here. It's a landscape of radical self-expression, fearless passion, and a kind of transparency I haven't really seen anywhere else. As someone who has repressed myself all my life and am doing the work to unmask more... I can only look on in awe. It's nothing short of inspiring and beautiful, in all it's unfiltered, deranged glory. Thank you to all the people who are openly unhinged on here, because it makes this a safe space for everyone else to express themselves, too. I aspire to that.
All this has also shown me that people are much kinder than I always expect them to be. People here listen to what I have to say, and most are so encouraging and welcoming. Having a few mutuals who always at least like my posts makes me feel… seen. Like I exist and someone else cares at least enough to take a second to give a little positivity. (Shout out to my very kind mutuals. You all always brighten my day when we get to chat in the comments. It genuinely means a lot to me). Not to be too vulnerable, but I've always struggled a lot to make friends, and while I may not be there yet, it’s been lovely to connect with anyone at all. Just getting to like and comment on other people’s posts feels like a nice bit of socialization in my day, however small it may be. It's really encouraging. Makes me feel more human, I suppose.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I went outside my comfort zone in joining this site, and really realized that (shockingly) going outside your comfort zone does in fact lead to growth. That is, when you don’t push too far and end up overwhelmed. I’m looking forward to growing more. Making posts about things I care about, or just nonsense. Writing fanfiction. Being feral about bg3 and other art I love. It’s all really been pushing me in a good way. Maybe someone else relates.
Touch Stances (not exactly sure where I stand) (also not sure about this title ☹️)
How does one determine where they stand(?) when it comes to the touch stances?
Like I think I'm either touch oscillating or touch ambivalent (I'm not 100% sure)
I am very much uncomfortable with being hugged (or really just touched in general) without warning (which my dad does a lot), and I can't stand touching strangers (the best I can do is a fist bump)
I'm like a cat in the sense that I either have to be the one to initiate the affection or in rare cases it's someone I'm close to that can initiate it (if that makes sense) and even then I rarely initiate affection (physical) at all
No you cannot call me "grandpa" cause I need a cane to walk then refuse to apologize because you think being gay gives you a free pass to be ableist, what the fuck is wrong with you