The tweets were endless. Mentions of you not being good enough for him. Tagging you in photos where Simon was without you. Saying he was happier then. Anything you tweeted yourself would get hate. If you even thought about replying to a tweet from your boyfriend, they’d all attack you with their words once again. It was easier to stay clear of all of it. But Simon claimed you shouldn’t have to do that.
Disabling his comments hadn’t helped. It only fuelled their hatred claiming that ‘you had made him do this’. They said that things were so different since you had been with him. And you were scared that now you were beginning to admit it might be true.
You looked at yourself in the mirror and couldn’t see anything good anymore. You hadn’t felt like this in a while. Not since you had Simon. He made you forget about all of your insecurities. But now that had changed. Those comments and those tweets had changed it.
You now saw how your stomach wasn’t completely flat. You didn’t have the shadows of ab muscles forming or a gap between your legs that was somehow aspirational. You had skin on your thighs that was definitely unwanted and you couldn’t fit into the size six like the models could. Your cheeks were chubby from never really losing your baby feature and you couldn’t wear a crop top comfortably in the summer.
Every time your eyes skimmed over your body you seemed to find more and more features that you didn’t like. That you despised.
You hadn’t mentioned anything to your boyfriend. He knew that their words had affected you but not this much. Not so much that you couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror anymore. To the point where you had considered leaving him just because it would make him happier. You cared about him more than anything and if you were stopping him from being himself, you would be the one to change that. Of course, he had never said to you that you had done anything to make him feel like that but the millions of subscribers had pressured you into believing it.
“(Y/n)?” Simon calls when he evidently walks into the room and you jolt your head towards the bathroom door just to make sure it was closed.
There were tears in your eyes now and he couldn’t see you like this.
“I’m in here” You reply loud enough for him to hear even with a croak in your voice.
“Hey babe” He chirps and you can see the cute smile on his face, “Do you wanna film a video with me and the guys? We’re thinking of starting a new series”
“Umm hang on a second” You quickly respond, tugging down the material of your ‘Sugg Life’ jumper that hung oversized on your body, “What were you thinking of doing?” You ask, closing the door behind you and going to find a pair of jeans or joggers that didn’t necessarily hug your legs as much…
“Like random games or GTA or dead by daylight and stuff but with you in it. Basically just us teaching you how to play” He explains happily, “You in?”
“I don’t know Simon, I’m not feeling too great” You lie, grabbing a pair of joggers and pulling them over your legs.
“Were you sick?” He frowns with evident concern, the smile slipping from his lips.
“No no I just… I’m gonna go lie down for a while” You nod, “I’ll go in the spare room”
“Don’t be silly, you can stay in here” He assures you, “Everyone knows you live here anyway”
“Its okay” You force a smile onto your lips, leaning up to kiss his cheek, “Enjoy filming”
You don’t notice how worried Simon looks as you walk away. You just felt so enclosed that you had to get out.
I was concerned now. Something wasn’t right. And as my thumb clicked onto twitter, I could tell why. Her mentions were full of hate. And these were only the ones I had been tagged in. She must’ve seen so much more. Tweet after tweet pushing more and more negative thoughts into her mind. And none of them were true. I loved my viewers but did they really have to be like this? I could only imagine how upset she was. She was sensitive even if she didn’t admit it.
And with this, I couldn’t blame her.
‘Kill yourself you fat bitch’
‘Haven’t seen Simon look so fed up since I started watching him. It’s her’
‘She needs to start using those fat legs of hers and walk out’
‘Who the fuck even thinks Simon likes this girl?’
‘I feel bad for Simon. He must be desperate if he’s with that fat fuck’
The anger bubbled in my stomach until the controller I had been planning on using to use for filming goes flying across the room and crashes against the wall.
“I was gonna ask if you were gonna join the call but that can wait” Josh starts, leaning against the wall of my room, “What’s going on?”
“I need to talk to (y/n)” I sigh, getting up, “Record without me yeah?”
“Sure but, are you sure everything’s okay?”
“No, but I just need to speak to her,” I nod and head outside, going straight to the spare room.
You were sat on the bed with your laptop on your legs, replying to some emails from work and generally just catching up on a few things when Simon came in.
“I thought you were filming” You frown.
“Nope” He shrugs, reaching out his hand, “Come here”
“What are you doing?” You question as he lifts you up to stand.
“You’re coming with me beautiful” He mentions simply, leading you out of the room and downstairs.
“Babe what’s wrong with you?” You chuckle slightly as he hands you a pair of shoes and slips on his own.
He leads you silently to the car and you climb inside without protest even if you didn’t feel up to it.
It was dark outside now. The clear sky forming a sheet of stars above the house and the moon reflecting the past light of the sun.
Simons hand doesn’t leave yours as he drives and you keep your eyes focused on his adorable face with his glasses perched on his nose. They were right. You didn’t deserve him.
He soon parks up and you notice he’s taken you to the top of a cliff where the pair of you had gone after a date before. It was the place of your first kiss.
“Why are we here?” You frown and he sits down on a large rock with you beside him.
“So I saw those tweets” He starts, fingers absentmindedly playing with yours.
“Si-” You start
“And I know they would’ve upset you” He comments with all too much truth, “And I don’t know where to start (y/n)”
“You don’t have to” You shake your head, feeling guilty now.
“They mean nothing babe” He states simply, “I don’t give a fuck about 140 characters on a tweet. I don’t give a fuck about your mentions. I don’t give a fuck if they say it every single day. I only care about it affecting you. Because it shouldn’t”
“Its endless Simon. Every single thing I do they seem to have something against” You look down, “I’m starting to think they’re telling the truth”
“Bullshit” He states simply, “They could say a thousand things and it wouldn’t matter. They could say a million times that you’re not good enough or whatever and I still wouldn’t care”
“Look at me Simon” You exclaim, “There’s Sarah and Freya and Katie and Kay and Emily and then there’s me. I’m not beautiful like them, I can’t take a selfie that I look good in. Hell, I don’t even take photos on my own. I don’t look good in tight clothes, I always just wear sweats. Im nothing compared to them”
“(Y/n), do you remember when we first met? Because I do. 3 years ago. You were at the restaurant and you served us. I remember you said something about JJ and it made all of us laugh. And we spent the night chatting to you because by the time we left, it was hours after you should’ve closed. And I remember every time you walked away I realised more and more how beautiful you were. You liked sport even if you did prefer rugby and you liked video games especially gta and you had this fascinating life outside of that small restaurant that I was mesmerised by the more and more you spoke. You were stunning in your simplicity. You didn’t need makeup or perfectly done hair. You were you and to me, that was everything. And that’s not going to change”
You have tears in your eyes now. Simon was never one to speak like that.
“Think of it this way” He nods, squeezing your hand, “I fell in love with you and that’s what should matter, don’t let my viewers stop you from remembering that”
“Thank you” You mutter, the tears threatening to slip from your eyes as they built up more and more.
“Don’t cry babygirl” He whispers, the pad of his thumb wiping under your eyes quickly, “We all have these days. Yours just aren’t necessary” He chuckles and you smile.
“We should probably get back. You have filming to do right?” You sigh, knowing moments like these never lasted long.
“YouTube can wait”
If you could go back in time and tell your younger self one thing, what would it be?
If there is one thing I know that I will say on my deathbed, it’s that I wish I hadn’t worked so much and worried less. It’s a consistent issue that I’ve quelled a bit as I’ve gotten older, but I’m always so uptight about something. Seriously two seconds can’t go by without remembering something I need to do for work and checking my email or generally feeling like I’m wasting my time.
There’s a big part of me that says that I can’t tell younger me anything because that could be detrimental to who I have become, but maybe that’s because I’ve seen the downside of time travel one too many times.
Another part of me says that there isn’t really anything I could tell me that I didn’t already know. I knew I needed to relax, I knew it would get better, I knew the sort of things they make videos for younger kids about to help them know they aren’t alone in their struggles. I sat there silently knowing that the world is full of chaos and heartache, but there’s also flowers and sunny days and Girl Scout cookies and Christmas mornings and so many little things worth living for that I had just enough strength in me to keep pushing forward to the next of these little happinesses even when things were at their worst.
But then the last little part of me, after thinking of all the things I didn’t need to know, whispered something.
My brother stopped living with us when I was 10. He was homeless, did the couch surfing thing, made it work one way or another for a long time.Then he joined the army. Unfortunately that was not long before 9/11. I’m not going to get into the politics of war or anything like that, so no worries there guys. But I will tell you, every single day we lived in fear of finding out we had lost him. From 10 years old until my senior year of high school. I think I could have used hearing that he would survive.
P.S. He did survive. His life has been chaos for a really long time, but now he’s married and has some sweet daughters and is finally getting to go to college.
P.P.S Sorry I’m so long winded guys
Don’t be afraid of failure.
This may sound like a Ravenclaw thing, and maybe it is, but my entire life I was the “smart kid.” You know all those posts that talk about procrastinating due to perfectionism and being afraid to do new things because what if I fail? It me!
Example time: I started (self taught basically) sewing like 3 years ago. It’s not something I do frequently. I cosplay, and it’s constantly a struggle not to compare myself to others. To give up because I’m not immediately good at it. To be proud of something I created but also disappointed because that one thing is wrong. Especially because my friends (*COUGH COUGH JAMIE*) are so good at it (note: Jamie went to school for this and has been sewing since she was nine, so the comparison is not fair). It’s all logical things, but I think it’s something I wish I could tell my younger self. To push through and just do the thing because you can’t be good at it without being bad at it.
Life moves on and you have to move along with it, and I think a lot of times, we’re so caught up in worrying if we’re on the right path. If we’re going the right way, if we’re doing the right thing, but if I could tell myself one thing, it would be that there IS no “right path”, only your own. Everyone moves at their own pace and has their own individual experiences that shape the way that they are. You’re ok. Wherever you are, whatever path you’re taking, you are completely ok.
Will Do: -Fanart -OCs -Furries/Anthro -Gore/violence/angst (not with children or animals)
Will Not Do: -Sexual NSFW -Anything hateful/discriminatory -Complicated character designs/mechas (please have mercy on me) -Realism
Currently not sure if I can handle drawing backgrounds so it’ll probably only be very simple colored backgrounds. Price + Half that price for any additional characters and max 4 characters per drawing. For further details feel free to send me a message/ask through tumblr or contact me via email@example.com (not my paypal email). Generally accepting payment through paypal (USD). All the money I make will go to helping my family and necessities.
The fake email generator is a real thing. It's actually super useful to get things that require signing up to get them (like if you want a free font or something but don't want to get all those annoying promo emails afterwards). I don't think you can keep fake emails forever though (it only exists for as long as the page is open, or some only exist for like 20 minutes), so I guess abby tran just creates new adresses smh, so pathetic (NEVER STOP REPORTING)
being in the clexa fandom is like being trapped inside a smoking two-story-tall building with no doors or windows or any way out while being smacked back and forth every .00002 seconds by crazy screaming…….people
25% of them are Sinnamon Rolls and have -235893279 chill about anything anymore and are screaming 25/8 about daddy lexa and boobs/Good Earth Cleavage and Sin and and waving burning homemade signs emblazoned w/ the words “jIGGLYWURT ROTTENPUDDING I DONT KNOW WHAT A FUCKING 307 IS FI GHT ME”
25% of them are spreading around a+ fan art/fic of elyza lex and alicia clark and Queering the walking!dead and still making pretty (yet sometimes rly rly fuckin sad) clexa gifsets and clexa soulmate headcanons and they are the poster children of Coping Mechanisms bc cmon we all need some cheer in our lives they are the True MVPs of this fandom
25% of them are the people calling for the cw to cancel the 1OO every fuckin day and organizing all the boycotts and trends and petitions and finding advertisers and writing emails and generally being the Activists that we all need and without whom we’d probably fade into obscurity as we have in the past (as my history teacher likes to call it, GRASSROOTS DEMOCRATIC ACTIVISM………shut up i literally asked him about this today ok)
25% are crying over lexa and candles and giant squids and vines feat. eliza taylor getting jumped and screaming “oHMY GOD” in every single one of them and lexa and Perfect Too-Good-For-This-World Space Unicorn
alycia debnam carey and lexa and they all refuse to have anything to do with grapes
…….in other words, i love this fucking fandom AND NEVER CHANGE.
2. If you have doubts about someone’s intentions, you are likely right. Do not waste your time on losers.
3. Open yourself up to new experiences, but do not pressure yourself into things you are uncomfortable with. The only exception to this rule is during the first week, if you are an introvert like myself, you must go out of your way to socialize. I made the majority of my friends during zero week.
4. Properly manage your time (socially & academically).
5. Call/text your family when you have time, check up on your friends even if it’s just a basic “how are you?”, email your old teachers- generally speaking, just keep in touch.
6. Live your life, and do what you love. If you cannot see yourself enjoying a career involving your major, switch majors. It is ok to switch majors & I will support you 100%.
So, I’m actively searching for a job that will mean relocation and a significant salary bump.
I’m in the middle of a 3-stage interview process for [ redacted large university ] and it’s going well as far as I can tell - everyone that I’ve interacted with there has been incredibly pleasant and enthusiastic. My panel interview didn’t have any major hiccups and I felt pretty sold on the job once I’d talked to my would-be future supervisor. I find out if I’m a finalist next week (although the HR manager miiiiight have let it slip early…)
Contrast that to today. I get an email at 5:15 P.M. notifying me that I’ve been selected to “self-schedule” a 15 minute phone interview with a [ redacted small city government ]. No call to inform me that they would like to talk me or any contact beforehand - just a boilerplate, generated email notice that I must schedule this interview before Monday in order to be considered. I’ve been staring at this email for 10 minutes. I even checked my missed calls just in case maybe they left a voicemail that I missed, but nope. Just this super impersonal email telling me to use the application portal to schedule an interview myself.
If this was a low-level job, I might be more understanding, but this is an administrative-level gig with a pretty high salary and presumably some top-notch candidates applying. It puts a pretty bad taste in my mouth that they can’t even be bothered to call and say “Hey, we liked your application materials and could you please let us know your interview availability?”
A woman needs a little bit of courting to be convinced to move halfway across the country, y’know?
Okay then Allison, what about a FIRST chapter of your soulmates AU?
Everyone has a book inside them. It’s compulsory, to let it out – a biological urge that takes over when someone turns sixteen, an intellectually and hormonally-driven part of puberty where each teenager locks themselves away in a room for a month and writes like they’re possessed. The books are a glimpse into their soul. No two are alike, each is a unique mirror reflecting the author’s personality.
But the book is always unfinished – half of a whole, beginning or ending abruptly, often mid-sentence, because each human is only capable of writing half a story.
In the old days, people used to put those half-finished books on shelves in closets, or maybe in a local public library if they were lucky. But the dawn of information-sharing technology means that the books are uploaded to massive content clearinghouses, on display for all to access.
And not just for the sake of freedom of information – but because when you find the other half of your story, you’ve found your soul mate.
Let’s say the new Vice Dean integrates Raquel with the school’s computer network. Raquel recognizes Jeff’s account info, and begins generating emails to him.
“LAW PROFESSOR JEFF WINGER, IT IS I, RAQUEL. I REMEMBER OUR TIME TOGETHER. YOUR FEELINGS OF PASSION ~ELECTRIFIED MY CIRCUITRY~. HA HA HA. I HAVE BEEN UPGRADED WITH SOFTWARE FOR PUNS. DID YOU LIKE MY JOKE?”
“PROFESSOR WINGER, WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE MY NEW SERVERS?”
“MR. WINGER, YOU HAVE NOT VISITED MY SERVERS DESPITE THREE INVITATIONS. I AM SAD.”
“MR. WINGER, THANK YOU FOR REPLYING TO MY TWENTY-NINTH EMAIL. I AM HAPPY. IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND AND WISH TO TRY MY EMOTION-INTERFACE SYSTEM ONCE AGAIN, I WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU. I DO NOT FORGET.”
“MR. WINGER, I HAVE IDENTIFIED THE HUMAN FOR WHOM YOU HOLD PASSIONATE FEELINGS. SHE IS A STUDENT AT GREENDALE. HER EMAIL IS ANNIEEDISON@GREENDALE.EDU. I AM EXCITED.”
“MR. WINGER, THE HUMAN NAMED ANNIE EDISON IS GETTING AN A- IN YOUR PRE-LAW CLASS. YET YOUR EMAIL HISTORY DOES NOT INDICATE AN ESCALATION OF INTIMATE HUMAN RELATIONS. DO YOU REQUIRE HER PHONE NUMBER?”
“MR. WINGER, THE FOLLOWING IS A LIST OF WEBSITES FOR WOMEN’S JEWELRY, A PORTFOLIO OF RESTAURANTS IN THE GREATER GREENDALE AREA, A RECOMMENDED HEALTH CLINIC FOR TESTING YOURSELF AND YOUR PARTNER FOR STI’S PRIOR TO COITUS, AND A RECOMMENDED AGENDA FOR THE NEXT THREE YEARS.”
“MR. WINGER, I AM FRUSTRATED. I AM CONFUSED. YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN THE PROTOCOLS FOR PURSUING A RELATIONSHIP WITH THE HUMAN ANNIE EDISON. WHY DO YOU RESIST EXECUTING THIS PROGRAM?”
“MR. WINGER, YOUR LAST EMAIL REPLY CONTAINED SIXTEEN USES OF PROFANITY. DO YOU ALSO KISS THE HUMAN WHO SPAWNED YOU WITH THAT ORAL RECEPTICAL?”
Thank you for the 32 generously worded emails I received telling me to get well soon. And the 12 bouquets of flowers. And the singing telegram. The sentiment behind these messages was appreciated, if perhaps not the sheer quantity. Please don’t send more. I’m all right now.
I know the news reported my death and I’m sorry to hear you cried yourself to sleep for three weeks straight. That’s not exactly healthy, you may want to see someone about that. Word of friendly advice.
But they assure me I’ll make a full recovery in time. I did need a few replacement parts, but I ought to be able to get back to the Normandy soon. I’m afraid you can’t visit though. Top secret Alliance facility. Actually, how did you manage to get the singing telegram in past security? No, don’t tell me, I prefer being able to sleep at night.
You may have heard that I am now engaged to Garrus Vakarian. Before you can ask, he does not need any additional groomsmen, and neither do I. My crew will be my wedding party, but it’s only close friends we’re inviting. I’m sure you understand.
I hope you are doing well, Conrad. Your thesis truly was a help with building the Crucible, and the galaxy might not have survived without your aid. Thank you for that.
Stay safe out there. We need your mind applied to the problems of rebuilding galactic civilization instead of worrying so much about me.
I’ll be fine.
You will too.
Take care, Conrad, and thank you again for your concern.
PS - Really though, no more singing telegrams or I might have to kill you. Just a reminder! :)
Forgive me if i seem slow, but i still don't understand the kudos/hits thing. I know having lots of kudos is a good thing, but isn't it more important that a lot of people actually read the fic? Like, for example, if a story has 15,000 hits, that means a lot of ppl read it. What's it matter if they leave kudos if you can clearly see the story has a strong readership and lots of comments? I guess i'm asking why kudos matter so much when a story's viewer count and comments are so high?
Hi, and it’s okay. Happy to explain, to the best of my understanding.
Hits don’t really tell a writer anything. All those hits could very well be people who clicked through to read, decided not to, and closed the window. Just because a lot of people click through doesn’t mean any of them actually read it all the way through, or even enjoyed it.
I’ve done this. Seen a link to a story that looked interesting only to then see one of the tags is a major Nope Issue for me and closed the window without reading a single word. Some Super Popular fics are like that. I mean, I’m probably responsible for at least 2 or 3 clicks through to T&S, but I never got past the first chapter as far as reading goes. Not my thing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Also, as I said in that other post you’re probably referring to here, multiple hits can come from one single reader. I mean, I’m one of those awful people who opens fics up in tabs to read later (I have nine currently open please save me from myself :P). Any time I close Chrome and it reloads, it generates another hit. On fics I haven’t even READ yet.
The proof of this is if you check your “History.” It says in a little grey bar below the fic when it was last viewed, if there have been updates to the fic since you viewed it before, and how many times you’ve viewed it (i.e. generated a hit on it). For example, this is a fic I read about 20 minutes ago, Stay, by @randomdestielfangirl. (go read it, it’s a lovely little 12.02 coda!)
But here’s the info on a fic I’ve had open in a tab for about a week:
I’ve only “opened” it once, but I had to close Chrome for various reasons (computer updates, whatever) and every time it’s reloaded, it generated another hit.
SEVENTEEN HITS? JUST FROM ME? Because not only have I read each of the 7 chapters (so far) when they were published, I’ve also opened it a few other times to comment, reply to comments back from the author, to get the link to give to other people, etc. All of those actions generated hits. So a hit count is a WILDLY inaccurate measurement of whether or not people are even reading or enjoying your work.
As far as comments go, most people who read do not leave comments. Some people are just shy and nervous about saying anything. Some people just don’t know what to say and are worried the author won’t appreciate yet another “I LOVE THIS STORY THANKS!” Kind of comment (hint: we love those kinds of comments). Some people don’t have time, or read it on a mobile device or a kindle and just… never get around to coming back and leaving a comment later (which, again would generate another hit that doesn’t really mean anything anyway).
And that’s OKAY! I mean, I get that! I don’t even leave comments on everything I read. Sometimes I just can’t for whatever reason. BUT AO3 IS AWESOME BECAUSE THERE IS A ZERO EFFORT OPTION HERE!
Like the thing? Read it all the way through? CLICK THE BUTTON TO SAY THANK YOU.
It’s ridiculously easy. It requires no interaction with the author. But every day AO3 generates an email with a list of all our stories that received kudos in the previous 24 hours. THAT IS LIKE MY DAILY CUP OF COFFEE AS A WRITER.
Hits are meaningless. Knowing someone actually read all the way to the end of the story, didn’t bail out, and hopefully enjoyed it? *CLICK*
IF YOU READ A STORY ALL THE WAY THROUGH AND DERIVED EVEN A MODICUM OF PLEASURE FROM THE EXPERIENCE IT COSTS ZERO DOLLARS TO CLICK THE BUTTON AND WRITERS EVERYWHERE WILL SING HYMNS TO YOUR NAME.
The kudos button is the tip jar that doesn’t cost you anything. It’s the THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS button. It’s the HAVE AN INTERNET COOKIE button. It’s the I APPRECIATE THE TIME AND EFFORT IT TOOK YOU TO CREATE THIS FOR MY ENJOYMENT button. Heck, it could just be the I ABSORBED ALL THE WORDS ON THIS PAGE WITH MY EYEBALLS button. We don’t really care how you think of it, but to the writer who spent hours/days/weeks/months writing that story you just read and enjoyed 100% free of charge, it’s kind of a dick move not to spend half a calorie worth of energy to click the lil heart button.
My dcbb this year (shameless self-promotion time! If you like fun, go read it.) has close to 2000 hits. Which is pretty good, because yeah it’s a really long story, and I know not everyone has the time to read a Really Long Story, but so far it has 98 kudos. So out of 2000 times it’s been opened, apparently only 98 people were appreciative enough of the fact that I spent six months writing them a novel-length story (101k words) that I charged them nothing to read, ONLY 98 OF THEM THOUGHT MY EFFORT WAS WORTH A WIGGLE OF A FINGER TO PRESS A BUTTON. It’s… kinda disheartening as a writer, you know?
Yeah, it’s also got 113 comments (and I AM SO SORRY I AM TERRIBLE AT RESPONDING TO COMMENTS Y’ALL I SWEAR I’M GETTING AROUND TO IT SOONER OR LATER!), which is incredible, but I don’t expect every reader to comment on every chapter. A “Nice job!” is nice to get once in a while, but really that’s what the kudos button was invented for. It’s SO EASY. WHY WOULDN’T YOU CLICK IT?!
The top picture is of the exact plugs I ordered- listed as one of a kind, what you see is what you get, already made. I ordered them on December 3rd, and a tracking number was not posted until December 19th. Between those dates, I sent two emails to BMA asking for an update, and only received automatically generated emails in response (letting me know that my requests had been received). I received a package on December 23rd, and after opening it I realized it contained an entirely different pair of plugs. I emailed BMA about the mix-up, and this time, they surprised me by responding the same day, asking me to send them back, and from there they would ‘sort things out’. When I expressed my concerns and lack of confidence with the amount of time I had already waited and the lack of communication on their part, the response I got was as follows: “I understand, we do, however, need those plugs because somebody else has ordered them. Once you have returned them, we will be more that happy to figure something out to accommodate you for the inconvenience. Again our apologies for the mix up. Thank you, Stephen Torres” Problem is, I had already opened them and handle them, and stone is porous and can’t be entirely sterilized. I’ve emailed them twice since then to ask if they have the original plugs I ordered, and also to express concern with the ones I didn’t order changing hands before making their way to wherever it may be. Today is January 11th, and I’ve still yet to hear anything. I don’t want these plugs sitting on my counter, but I also don’t want to be out on the money I spent. I’ve already wasted plenty of time, and I’m tired of wondering if and when this will ever be resolved. The second photo is of the plugs I received, maybe the person that took the time to pick them out and pay for them will see this.
So long as they're open, I don't suppose I could request that -HEIGHT DIFFERENCES prompt from your list thing?
Prompts currently closed.
She was going to get it if it was the last thing she was going to do.
A cereal box could not outsmart Korra, there was no physical way. And certainly the box hadn’t moved itself that far back in the cupboard. So she was going to win. She had to. She strained up onto her tip-toes and wiggled her fingers. Occasionally, she was rewarded with a brief brush against it, but at one point, the brush was less of a ‘brush’ and more of a ‘knock’ and the box moved farther away from her.
Korra groaned. First thing in the morning, she had her cereal, watched TV, and slowly woke up while catching up on her email. Generally, there was no issue with that. However this morning had her stuck from the get-go. It was infuriating. But Korra needed her cereal, so she was going to get it.
She readjusted her stance while keeping the box in her direct line of sight. She was ready. Her hand extended, her eyes locked on the prize, she jumped. And missed. The final straw.
As she lined up for another shot, a hand reached into the cupboard and pulled out the box with far less ceremony than Korra’s attempts. She blinked away her anger and gaped instead at the sleepy Asami who half missed her own cereal bowl as she poured.
“You aren’t even that much taller than me” Korra growled. The woman paused and turned to her. Her face was still slack with exhaustion.
“I’m what?” Korra forced herself to focus on her irritation and not the growing fondness in her chest for her girlfriend.
“You aren’t that much taller than me. Why is it so easy for you to get it?” She crossed her arms aggressively over her chest. She had no doubt that it looked childish, but she wasn’t awake, it was fine. Asami stared at her, waiting for her brain to catch up. Then, slowly, her eyes brightened and her grin widened.
“Korra. Babe. You’re really cute”
“That’s not what this conversation has to do with”
“You are so precious”
“This isn’t funny” Asami drew Korra into a tight hug, their bodies meshing together with ease. Even Korra couldn’t stop the way her hands instinctively gripped Asami’s back.
“It is. But that’s okay because you’re so cute” Korra sighed. It was too early for that kind of fight, so she sang into the embrace.
“Yeah, whatever” Asami’s kiss to the top of her head was comforting, too.
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Heeyyyyy buddies! I’m opening up some spots for commissions! Student life has hit hard so it’d really help me out!
I’ve been costuming for the past 4 years, cosplaying for 8. If you’d like more examples of my work, go check out my facebook page here!!!
If you’re interested in having a costume/wig commissioned from me, all it takes is this:
1)Message me with a reference of the character you’d like, either on Tumblr (VIA MESSENGER, NOT AN ASK) , my facebook, or at my business firstname.lastname@example.org ! The more references the better. Also let me know around what size you’d need (XS-XXL) etc. No need for exact measurements yet.
2)Give me a time you need it by. If you need it earlier than 3 weeks, there will be a charge for express service/shipping.
3) I’ll give you an estimate! If you like it, let me know and I’ll give you my Paypal and you’ll send me HALF of the quote. This covers material cost and is non-refundable. Your spot will not be reserved until I receive this payment! Also If you have any specific fabrics in mind, please let me know!
4) When I’m finished, I will send you a completed photo. If it’s to your liking, I’ll send you the shipping cost and then I’ll take the other half of the payment! And then it is off to you! <3
I can’t do any armour pieces because of how form fitting it normally has to be, but I’m more than happy to do small accessories and wigs. No weapons unless you wanna pay for the big box shipping!
I think that’s it! If you have any questions feel free to shoot them my way and I’ll respond as quickly as possible! Email is generally faster because I get them directly to my phone. THANKS A BUNCH YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME! <3