Something that the men who argue that “oh I could beat a female athlete easily” bullshit is that winning a SINGULAR match doesn’t make you a good athlete.
Like can you perform to an insane high standard consistently? Can you perform to this level under pressure, against people of your same level or better, with your career on the line?
Can you recover from injuries or train and play through them? Can you be disciplined enough to get up at 5am everyday with the hope you might go to the Olympic in 5 years time?
Can you eat well everyday? Can you be disciplined? Can you be consistent? Can you play when you’re tired and feel like shit? Can you be a young athlete working and studying and training and playing all at the same time?
People will diminish it down to these stupid basics when being an athlete is so much more than that. Like dude start acting like an athlete today and I promise you’ll get tired and tap out after 2 weeks.
Just a random thought but some guy at the pub was pissing me off
I’m genuinely curious about people’s opinions on this. Why do people put “don’t interact if you’re not *insert specific gender I wrote this fic for*” in their fics?
Like I understand the, “minors dni”, but like, I write fics and specify the gender I write about, but if you fall outside of that gender and wanna read it and mentally change the pronouns or whatever go nuts! I do that too sometimes with stuff I read! I don’t think it’s inherently like a fetishising, or harmful thing?
I get asking people to not request certain pronouns if you exclusively write for some. But telling people “SHE/HER’s do not engage” is so interesting to me. Cause like to me, engaging means liking, reblogging and commenting, which are all super nice things!
Is there a reason people ask this? I understand having spaces that are specifically for you and your audience but I feel like you can respectfully engage with a fic even if you’re not within the gender of the reader yk?
to all the lovely people who've been asking me for updates and to write more I see you and i thank you so much. i don't want to get anyone's hopes up by saying when i'll be back because i'm not sure and don't want to make promises I can't keep. but i haven't forgotten you all, and the love means so much
I miss writing so much but some days i feel like im just paralised by fear and unable to breathe without thinking that im doing it wrong
the weight of the worlds struggles makes me want to make me cry for our brothers and sisters who cant anymore but it feels like my brain is choking me too hard to get any sound out
i know im preaching to the choir. none of you know me and know my struggles and you all have your own lives to deal with and theres always a thousand people who have it harder but fuck sometimes i just want to scream about how shit last year was and how im drowning a slow and painful death of my own making and the making of everyone that came before me and everyone whos touched my life and blame them and blame me but it still feels so unfair when their are children being bombed in palestine and what right do i have to be sad
so instead ill crash out here instead cause its so hard to not feel lonely. and i put my stupid little stories out onto the internet and hope someone likes them and 3 months later i realise i accidentally used 'she' when i said the reader was gender neutral and i send myself spiraling thinking maybe i'm actually a horrible person who hates trans people deep down and i'm just tricking myself into thinking that's not true. i'm fooling myself into the false belief that im a good person when this random person on tumblr who doesnt even know you can see youre actually a horrible piece of shit
and i have to beg myself to believe thats the ocd talking but as anyone with ocd knows that never works
i dont want this to discourage anyone from calling me out on that shit cause i need you to! i promise i'll change it and i'm sorry i keep messing up. i'm really trying. I write for me first and foremost so my pronouns come out because otherwise I can’t write a story to feel personal enough and sometimes when I’m editing some spots just slip through. But I am trying and I am sorry
everytime i leave tumblr for a month i come back on and i see that 99+ activity notification and i hate the dopamine it gives me because it means nothing at the end of the day and yet i still like it. and i want to be the kinda person who can write just for myself and not care what others think but i so badly want my stuff to be liked and im scared its never enough.
and suddenly i remember its been like 8 years or some shit since i made this blog and started writing and i remember the tween whos favourite thing in the world was harry potter who didnt know that her idol was a terf and who devoured every fic she could with a gumption that i havent had for years and sometimes i think shed be disgusted with me. that im sad and lonely and using again when she would always say as soon as she moved out things would get better.
maybe the house is only part of the problem when your brain is broken.
and i hate feeling this way so much. i just want to feel normal again but i feel so deeply, unmovabley stuck and im beginning to think this will just be my life. i'll feel this way everyday and then ill die.
im probably gonna delete this eventually cause this started as a genuine update post and spiralled a bit lol. it's nice to get this weight off my shoulders.
i hope you all know if any of you are feeling alone that my messages and inbox are always open. it takes a village and i'll gladly be a villager if anyone needs it
stay safe, take care of yourself, be kind and ill come back to writing eventually
the hottest 100 has been shit for years as triple j has gone down the shitter but OMG YAY PLAYLUNCH!!
Number 4 boys let’s go!!!
It makes me so happy that everyone has rallied behind this small band to give them the love they deserve
The song is unapologetically fun and Aussie and it makes me so happy to see it up there. When for about a decade the trend has been to sound American and before that to sound British the fact that there are still songs being made that aren’t trying to hit the america top 100 is so nice.
I could go on and on about how the Aussie music scene has declined since the 90s because of the desire to appeal to other countries but this year in Aussie music has given me hope that there is in fact a voice and it’s coming from the most unlikely places. Australia is producing indie, ska, punk, mob singer song writers and blues groups. It’s making me very happy. The Aussie music scene is alive and thriving if you know where to look for it, and fostering it like this is the way to go
Fuck triple J and Australia Day but on ya PLAYLUNCH!!
I’ve loved your Schlatt x childhood friend gn reader series! I adore your writing and I’m absolutely hooked! The only thing I’ve noticed is how often fem terms come up, like she/her pronouns, “girl”, bra mention in pt 2(?), stuff like that slipping in. As a nonbinary person I’ve adored the series and having a GN reader, and I don’t wanna push you to change anything, just hopefully to keep an eye out in the future! Hope you’re well and I can’t wait to see what else you make :)
Hello anon!
Thank you for your ask this is very sweet! I’m so glad you’re liking the series!
It is on a bit of a hiatus as you can probably tell haha but I will be back to writing more in the new year!
Thank you for bringing this to my attention! I’ll have a look at Pt. 2 and make some edits there - it will happen as soon as I’m able to sit down and update it
This is something I do try very hard to be mindful of! I do try to be gender neutral most of the time, especially when specified gn reader, but unfortunately sometimes it slips through because like most fanfic writers I am writing for myself (if that makes sense?) and in my brain when I imagine this stuff it’s from the perspective of a cis girl so sometimes that perspective leaks through where I don’t mean it to
I’m sorry a few have slipped through! I don’t have anyone or all the time and resources to edit my writing for that sort of stuff but I really appreciate you letting me know! For anyone who notices this stuff I will never be offended if you drop an ask or a comment and lmk where I missed - pronouns, clothing, appearance or anything else. If anyone has any advice too I’d love to hear it
Sorry very long winded response anon lol I just finished a 12 hour shift so my brain is fried but thank you for being so lovely! 💜
Update! I have gone through and editted every chapter so hopefully now it's all the correct pronouns and that. Again thank you anon for bringing this to my attention and if anyone notices anything I missed please lmk :)
Also I could not for the life of me find where I wrote bra, I hunted every chapter and ctrl F'd that shit and couldn't find it lol so if i did miss it and anyone happens to catch it please lmk like the sentance or something so i can fix it
I’ve loved your Schlatt x childhood friend gn reader series! I adore your writing and I’m absolutely hooked! The only thing I’ve noticed is how often fem terms come up, like she/her pronouns, “girl”, bra mention in pt 2(?), stuff like that slipping in. As a nonbinary person I’ve adored the series and having a GN reader, and I don’t wanna push you to change anything, just hopefully to keep an eye out in the future! Hope you’re well and I can’t wait to see what else you make :)
Hello anon!
Thank you for your ask this is very sweet! I’m so glad you’re liking the series!
It is on a bit of a hiatus as you can probably tell haha but I will be back to writing more in the new year!
Thank you for bringing this to my attention! I’ll have a look at Pt. 2 and make some edits there - it will happen as soon as I’m able to sit down and update it
This is something I do try very hard to be mindful of! I do try to be gender neutral most of the time, especially when specified gn reader, but unfortunately sometimes it slips through because like most fanfic writers I am writing for myself (if that makes sense?) and in my brain when I imagine this stuff it’s from the perspective of a cis girl so sometimes that perspective leaks through where I don’t mean it to
I’m sorry a few have slipped through! I don’t have anyone or all the time and resources to edit my writing for that sort of stuff but I really appreciate you letting me know! For anyone who notices this stuff I will never be offended if you drop an ask or a comment and lmk where I missed - pronouns, clothing, appearance or anything else. If anyone has any advice too I’d love to hear it
Sorry very long winded response anon lol I just finished a 12 hour shift so my brain is fried but thank you for being so lovely! 💜
Just watched episode 8 of season 2 of Andor and spoilers under the cut
SYRIL MY BELOVED NOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭
It was the most satisfying, heartbreaking confrontation between him and Cass’ and so gut wrenching watching him realise the part he played in all of this
He is such a tragic tale of centrism and male rage and the flaws of right wing extremism and cognitive dissonance
A bittersweet reunion as Erik struggles to adjust to his new normal
Warnings: suggestive, no smut, crying, panic attack, angst
A/N: I was writing a smut but then it turned angsty, not sure how that happened lol but enjoy
This feels unreal. Like he's about to wake up from a dream and find himself back there, laid out on a sleeping bag in the safehouse, the memory of you fading as he's pulled from sleep. But you're here. He's here. And your hand is cupping the side of his face, warm, gentle, loving, touching his face, as you trace his skin with your fingers.
His breath is heaving, hands propping himself up as he hovers over you, straddling your hips as he takes you in, your face, misty-eyed and loving, staring back up at him. He's sure he looks the same, own eyes filled with emotion as he stares down at you, lips parted as if to speak, struggling to find the words as he just leans down and kisses you.
The kiss is gentle, chaste. Nothing like the ones you shared when he first walked in, when he couldn't stop his mouth from devouring you, desperate. Now he's not desperate. He's nervous.
As his lips press against yours, soft and shy, he can't help but sigh into your mouth when he feels you move against him, your hands trailing down to the side of his neck to hold him close as your lips move against his, guiding him, teaching him again how to kiss you.
How to love you.
He lets you lead, following you as he kisses you, his body slowly remembering that this feeling is what his normal was, what it will be again. You, under him, invading his senses.
All he can feel is you; your lips on his, your soft breath on his lips each time you pull away slightly to breathe, minty and sweet, your delicate hands on him, the soft plush mattress under his shaky hands. He hadn't even realised he was shaking until your hand is trailing down his arm, gently finding his.
"You're shaking," you whisper against his lips when you pull away, eyes fluttering open to look up at him. He just swallows hard, looking down at you as he struggles to find the words to say, sitting back slightly on his knees, he lets you take his trembling hand in yours. "If you're not ready yet..." you trail off, fingers trailing across his cracked knuckles as your eyes trace down his arm.
He swallows hard, before it breaks, the tears trickling down his face, as he sits there frozen, almost embarrassed, as he turns his head and looks away. He hears your breath catch as you watch him cry, he squeezes his eyes shut tighter at the sound, as he tries to rid his chest of the ache that settles deep in there, the hollow feeling that he's trying to let you fill.
He lets your hands find his shoulders, lets you gently pull him down to you until he collapses, hands working their way around your waist as he pulls you into him, holding you with bruising force as he sobs into your neck. He feels your hands around his shoulders as he heaves, breathing out gasps as he lies atop you, his weight pressing into you as he pulls you impossibly close.
"I've got you, baby," you murmur into his temple as your lips find root there, soft and gentle against the side of his face, his heart aching with how gentle your words are. He feels stupid, he feels weak, he feels pathetic. Finally, after all this time, he's back here with you. He has you under him, in your bed again, after all this time away, the way he dreamt about every night, and all he can do is cry.
The feeling is suffocating, closing in on him as he drowns in it all. All the emotions he's been holding back, everything he saw, the feeling of you against him. The good and the bad. It all overwhelms him. He just sobs.
"I'm sorry," he chokes out, voice horse and stuttering, "fuck I'm sorry, god this is fucking stupid."
"Don't say sorry," you say firmly but gently as you hold him, easing him down off your hips onto the bed, cradling him against your chest, "you have nothing to say sorry for."
Gally x GN! reader
Summary: Gally hurts himself and needs your help
Warning: kissing, injuries, nothing too intense. V. cute fluff
The box in your hand falls to the floor when you walk back into the tent and see Gally sitting there, hunched over as he leans his elbow on his arm, waiting patiently on the cot as his eyes stay glued to his hand. He has some scrap fabric tied tightly around it, clenching and unclenching it before he looks up, cold, steely eyes meeting yours when he hears the box hit the floor.
You scramble to pick up the bits and bobs that fall out, feeling eyes stay glued to you as you move, "oh god Gally," you murmur as you finally collect yourself and stand up, "sorry I didn't expect you to be here."
He just nods his head, slow and uncertain as he eyes you, before looking away again as he holds his hand awkwardly in his lap, "didn't know where ya'll had gone."
"Were you waiting long?" you ask as you push the box up onto the shelf, before turning and walking over to him, standing in front of him as he remains hunched over himself, eyes trained on his hand as he shakes his head.
"Did you hurt your hand?" you ask softly when you notice his lack of response, hand coming out to hover, palm up, near his own, a small offering as you wait for him to place his hand on yours. He hesitates but eventually relents, placing his large, heavy hand on yours as he unclenches his fist, revealing the blood-soaked fabric he's using as a makeshift bandage.
He just nods, grinding his teeth as he watches you wait expectantly for him to tell you how it happened, "just got distracted."
"Must've been something pretty good to distract you of all people," you say with a soft laugh, trying to ease his tension as you carefully unwrap the bandage.
His breath catches as he feels his face heat up, mind drifting back to the thought of you, watching you climb up the fence and lean over it as you talk to Newt in the gardens. It completely captivated him, watching you smile and laugh with Newt, bent over the railing as your bright smile shone in the afternoon sun, drawing his attention away from where he was meant to be holding some wood still for Ben to hammer in place. Next thing he knows, he's hitting the ground, feeling the blood seep from his hand as he groans in pain, trying to fight back the way he wants to scream bloody murder - more concerned with not drawing your attention over to him than he is the pain in his hand.
"It was incredible," he murmurs softly, surprising both of you as he meets your eyes before looking away and straightening up again. He curses himself silently for saying something that feels so dorky as it comes from his mouth, shutting his eyes briefly when he hears your breathy laugh fill the room. Great they think you're a fucking dork now.
"You handled it better than most," you say gently, wincing slightly when you remove the bandage and see the gash in his palm. He turns back to you, a smirk pulling on his lips as he finds himself sitting up straighter.
"Really?"
"Oh yeah," you nod as you bring a basin of water over, gently cleaning the dried blood around the cut, "didn't even hear you hurt yourself, most of the time there's a whole Shakespeare play when someone gets hurt."
He lets out a laugh as he watches you, "those shanks will take any excuse to lay around."
You hum thoughtfully as you turn and soak a cotton pad in antibacterial ointment, "or maybe they just like being looked after for a bit."
He scoffs as he watches you work, looking back at his palm, where he feels the ghost of your soft skin pressed against his rough hand. "Yeah, well," he says as he swallows, looking back over as he watches your hands move confidently as you prepare the cotton pad, your words doing something to him as he feels his heart begin to race, "I can take care of myself."
"I'll have nothing to do if you say that," you turn back to him, taking his hand back in yours as you look up at him with a gentle concern in your eyes, "this'll sting, okay."
He nods, sucking air through his teeth when he feels the cold burn of the liquid touching the cut, clenching his jaw as he watches your eyebrows furrow in concern as you mumble apologies as you clean him up. He can't tear his eyes off you, letting you finish cleaning his hand as he follows your every move, a warmth rising in his chest as he feels your gentle touch on him. He can almost feel the concern for him radiating through every move you make, and it shocks him how much he likes it, how much he wants it to continue.
As you finish bandaging his hand, and begin to pull away, Gally finds himself reaching for you, rough hand, heavy and firm as it encircles yours, keeping you in place as he looks up at you from his space on the bed. He watches as you look down at him, a small smile on your face as you tilt your head in concern, eyes encouraging him to say whatever it is he needs to say.
He's not sure what he needs to say, he just feels this feeling in his chest bubbling, pouring through every bone in his body as he stares wordlessly up at you, mouth parted in surprise as he tries to find the words. It boils over all at once it seems, and before he can stop himself gally is leaning up and pressing his lips to yours in a rough, chaste kiss.
He barely touches you, except for where his hand is still holding your, lips just pressed together before just as quickly he's pulling away, staring at you in shock as he stumbles over his words.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs, even as he doesn't move, heart pounding in his chest as he watches your eyes flutter open, gazing up at him sweet and confused, "I don't know why I did that, I just -"
It's his turn to be shocked now, as he feels you press your lips to his this time, softer now, moving gently against his as you encourage him to reciprocate your movements. He's nervous and sloppy as his lips move against yours, melting into you as he lets his eyes shut and his hand finds your waist. His hand trembles as it grasps your side, a soft groan leaving his throat when his fingers meet bare skin where your shirt rides up.
His heart pounds against his chest, yours matching its intensity as you press together, chest to chest, lips moving in sync as you learn a rhythm together. You stay there for what feels like hours, nervously touching each other as your lips dance together, shaky and breathless and obviously new to all this, learning to lean into this feeling together.
Eventually, you pull away, a giggle leaving your lips immediately as you look down bashfully, a dopey smile breaking out on his lips despite how hard he tries to hold back, as he watches you shy away from him.
Neither of you knows what to say, just smiling as you bashfully bounce on your heels, standing close to each other. Gally can't seem to wipe the smile from his face, no matter how hard he tries, lips tingling where they pressed to yours, as he lets himself enjoy the warm feeling growing in his chest.
"Do you wanna sit with me at dinner?" he asks eventually, his smile widening even further when you look back up at him and nod eagerly.
Girl omg I neeeeeed to see fav pics of Will! gimme the eye candy
Girl you have opened a can of worms you're not ready for! Enjoy the frankly stupid amount of photos of Will I have save on Pinterest lol
My favourite flavours of Will are bleach blonde Will and long hair Will but that may just be cause I love a mullet and a weird 80s punk vibe so much!!!!
I highly encourage everyone to reblog with your fav pics! I wanna see lol
