my blog of whatever the fuck I want. current obsessions: the sims, Grimm, Warehouse 13, Eureka, Descendants, Miraculous, marvel and DC find me on ao3 and wattpad @Shadow_Poison
Woke up thinking about one of my mutual’s OCs. Shout out @fourteendaysinaweek and her Ruby.
Trubel wasn’t entirely sure if she was hungover or still drunk. All she knew was that she felt like shit, and it was way too early to be awake.
The morning sun glared through the diner windows, illuminating one of the waitresses with some sort of halo effect. The light shining off of her dark reddish, brownish hair.
But that wasn’t important.
The diner that Trubel had picked a corner booth in and sat was the closest place with free WiFi to bum off of. Her shitty dell laptop connected as soon as it woke up, set to automatically connect and all.
She stared at the screen, curser staring back at her while she warmed her hands on a mug of mediocre diner coffee.
However long she sat was a mystery to her. Trubel never noticed the other customers coming and going.
Her attention drifted back and forth to the diner waitress. The one that always found herself perfectly highlighted by the natural light flooding from the windows.
Her name was Ruby. It was there right across her name tag. Trubel never really spoke to her, but she was nice enough. Always offered to refill her coffee when it cooled off.
Trubel pulled her attention back down to the notebook in front of her, awkwardly sitting halfway on the keyboard of her laptop.
It was the first time she had actually looked at what she started drawing.
A detailed sketch of Ruby, leaned over to take some menus from an older couple, with shading that somehow conveyed the halo that followed the young woman in the early morning light.
It wasn’t the first, either.
“So are you gonna buy me lunch, or just keep staring?”
Trubel slammed her laptop shut, pulled the notebook close to her chest and backed up against the corner of the booth.
Ruby looked down at her with an eyebrow raised. She seemed amused enough, head tilted and a light smirk.
“I uh-“ Trubel couldn’t gather her thoughts enough to stumble through a coherent response.
The light from the windows didn’t reach all the way into the back of the diner. The halo effect around Ruby’s hair disappeared.
She stepped into some sort of reality that Trubel existed in. In some way. Pulling Trubel towards her, letting her feel like she saw her. Actually saw her.
Man writing when you have an accent and a dialect different from the characters you're writing is so hard. Why is my New York Native character saying "Holler" (verb, means the same as yell or shout) what do you mean other parts of the US don't say "who all is coming" they say "who is coming" huh???
So far so good don’t you worry I’m happily working on it 😝 We haven’t left Rosalee and Monroe’s house yet but we’re getting there the lesbians interacted
No that’s so fair, I want to slow burn them but I needed them to meet first so that we can really have our cunt4cunt and ENEMIES to lovers effect that i want to achieve ☝️
Me: anthropology is the study of human cultures and how they interact, so like in a modern setting the way that social media and western beauty standards have influenced Eastern standards, or how western schools operate like a business instead of a learning center regarding food, and the difference between even rural western cultures and urban western cultures and how ancient knowledge has shaped the world in ways we take for granted, like how they spent centuries breeding plants to be more nutritional because nutrients were harder to come by, and how they learned how to survive different illnesses through medicinal plants and herbs that do have actual medicinal properties and—
"I beat my boyfriend <3" "boyfriend beater <3" video of a straight couple in a car where the woman raises her hand at the man and he flinches STOP NORMALIZING DOMESTIC ABUSE.
"It's just a trend" NO IT ISNT HITTING YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER IS ABUSE. MEN ARE VICTIMS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE TOO. STOP NORMALIZING AND PERPETUATING DOMESTIC ABUSE. GOD FOR FUCKS SAKE I COULD LIST ALL OF THE WAYS THAT TRENDS HAVE CAUSED HARM BUT THIS SHOULDNT EVEN NEED SAID
Context, I'm afab, and this year I've been dead set on starting birth control (due to health problems and also the current political climate), and I did. I'm also going to visit my long distance fiance in about a month
My dad: so... is... the reason you wanted to be on birth control... because you're going to go see (fiance)?
Me: ... dad... (fiance) is a trans man (my dad has known this for years)
My dad: oh yea I forgot.
My dad: is he on birth control?
Me: I also do not have the equipment to get him pregnant...
Ok, unless something's going on I'm not aware of (extremely likely), I gotta point out the term "Pet Play" is significantly older than Tik Tok, or most of its userbase for that matter.
Yeah, I'm not mad about using the term "pet play". That's a perfectly fine term. I'm mad because they didn't use that term: they used "pet p!ay", a censored version
To anybody who is new to posting on ao3, if you’re using a tag you have to use the correct spelling of that tag. People aren’t going to type in every version of a censored word to hide or look for your content 
I love being in a neurodivergent spicy relationship bc when I take my meds I text my fiance and he sends me nudes. When he takes his meds he texts me and I send him nudes. Training each other <3
I have the most beautiful news which is - When my eldest niece was a toddler, we all - Me, two of my biker friends, and four generations of my family - went to see the fireworks at the beach, and she got cold and sleepy so I wrapped her up in my leather jacket and denim kut covered in patches from bike rallies and sat her on my bike so she could warm herself up on the still-hot engine, where she fell asleep.
Her Mam took a photo, and I jokingly said "One day, if she's gay, she'll be able to impress girls with that picture."
Anyway, today she texted me and said that a girl she likes was really impressed with the photo of her as a baby hanging out with the bikers.
so a very long time ago, my dad worked with an arson investigator
this guy was often one of the first people on the scene following a suspected arson, once emergency services had done what they needed to do. at times, there were also civilians on the periphery. often, they were freaking out, and understandably so; their home or workplace had just, quite literally, gone up in smoke
this investigator wouldn’t try to calm them down. he wouldn’t comfort them or be a shoulder to cry on.
instead, he’d walk up to the person most visibly losing their shit, hand them a fire extinguisher, and say “hey, can you keep an eye out for any other fires, and if you see one, can you put it out with this?”
of course, there was no actual risk of another fire. he wouldn’t be on the scene investigating if there was even a chance that the fire wasn’t completely put out. but the bystander didn’t need to know that
because that person, without fail, would immediately pull it together, take the fire extinguisher, and stand guard. they were, at least temporarily, calm enough for this investigator to do this job
my dad has told me the parable of the fire extinguisher a hundred times, and i think about it a lot. i think about what it says about people and crises. i think about what it says about the grounding power of having a purpose. and i think about the importance of letting someone help me through something, even if that help is just going to be another casserole to throw into the freezer, because useless or not, that fire extinguisher might be the only thing holding them together
even growing up in a majority non-white neighbourhood with a mum who used to live in india meant that my safe foods growing up were palak paneer and mango lassi. and, unrelatedly, my biggest sensory trigger was meat, particularly processed meats like. say. chicken nuggets. the thing about autism is that things are safe because they’re familiar, they’re consistent, and they’re reliable. and all of those things are soo contextual. I don’t really. understand. how anyone could think that only one category of anything (but especially food) could be Universally Safe unless they somehow forget that the universe includes people who aren’t them 🤔 crazy
"I've never met a picky eater of color" very much does feel like a pretty benign example of "people of color are cool, white people we uncool" type of racism because I think every culture has their own version of "chicken strips and fries" it's just that people aren't going to clock "curry and rice" or "miso buttle noodles" as being "safe foods" because their "ethnic". whatever that means.
