The rain has ceased, and we have been graced with another beautiful day~

'Chose your own destiny' I really enjoyed Keaya's hangout. It gave me a whole new perspective on his character. I like that we saw a softer side of him. Did you go on a date with Kaeya? How did you like it?

just wanted an excuse to draw zhongli and neuvillette as snarly dragons tbh

offering this drawing so he'll come home in the first 10 pull

@silentmoths @meimeimeirin

Words/phrases I often see from British/Australian writers while writing American characters (and some American alternatives because I know it’s tricky!):

Some of these are regional, like all of the various American words for the British “trolley” (American: shopping cart, buggy, cart, etc) but most of the above words are pretty ubiquitous.

We have once again reached the lowered reading comprehension section of the replies. Friends! Please reread the above. There were no value judgements made above. You can continue to use inaccurate terminology for your characters if you choose.

What this is flagging is that the words you are using—in dialogue or narration from an American POV—don’t fit what we use here. and if that’s something that concerns you, or if you want your readers not to get hung up on (to steal an example from the comments) “Why is Midwesterner Dean Winchester talking about a torch??”, these are the words we actually use.

We know what you mean when you use your terminology. We’re saying your American characters would not use those words, so here are the alternatives should you choose to care.

The weird thing is that American English keeps that convention for some other location nouns. e.g., "I was at school" or "I went to college".

And while we're on the topic of "college" it should be noted that American English treats "college" and "university" as nearly synonymous, with "college" being by far the preferred term in everyday parlance.

Rarely, you'll see "college" used to refer to a 2-year school, otherwise referred to as "junior college" or "community college", while "university" is used to refer to a 4-year institution. But that distinction isn't common.

American English will generally use "college" where British English uses "university", although "university" is still a fairly common word in the language and you're not wrong for using it in place of "college".

You'll just sound super British in doing so.

Or Australian, in my case, since we also say university (uni) like Brits. Good to know!

On a related note, I looked at one of my drafts and I saw that I wrote that a character scraped the soggy remains of his cereal into the (kitchen) 'bin', so I changed it to 'trash'. Just wondering, is there a difference between 'trash' and 'trashcan' in this context, or are they exactly interchangeable? And could you say 'garbage' (or 'garbage can') too?

I would say that trash, trash can, garbage, and garbage can are all equally common and essentially mean the same thing.

Neat, thanks! I had a moment of wondering if adding 'can' meant it had to be one of those robust outside bins instead of a dinky one under the sink. Lol

Nope, you're good! I grew up in the Midwest, and people generally say garbage or garbage can to mean the big ones that go out to the curb, but we also use those for little ones inside. I generally only hear trash and trash cans for the little ones inside, though. I've never even thought about that distinction, lol. You could probably use trash or trash can to mean the big ones outside as well and I don't think anyone would blink.

Garbage bin generally means a dumpster, though, I think.

Bin is almost exclusively used for the larger / outside only garbage receptacles in the USA, and you've got a 50/50 on 'can' meaning the big ones or the little ones (the round metal ones that are about hip high are called 'trashcans' in example). A Trash bin or Garbage bin usually refers to something that is chest to shoulder height minimum.

The small ones inside a house are called trashcans, garbage cans with 'wastebin' generally reserved for either 'fancy' wooden or wicker ones OR for a receptacle that is plastic lined with a closing top (that might have an auto feature to pull the plastic down and twist it to seal whatever you just put in while creating a new small pocket) that you put bio-waste in

In general usage, Americans tend to just say 'put it in the trash / put it in the garbage' only rarely adding bin or can, and almost never saying 'put it in the can / put it in the bin'

With proper nouns and articles, it depends on how you talk about it

'the college' tends to mean the physical college building - usually if it not a college they are attending - and (more rarely) referring to the staff working at the institution

'Oh, I went to college', 'that's my college', so are you going to college?' 'will you be going to college?' vs 'the people at the college are so full of themselves', 'oh you went to Milton? What's that college like' 'the college is just up the road'

University is generally reserved for 'higher than college level' or 'higher end / more respected' schools. An Ivy league is a university, but a school that has 4-8 year courses is likely to be called a college, but even the Ivy leagues are likely to be referred to as college in casual conversation 'oh you're in college? Wow, at Yale? That's impressive!' 'Yeah I'm going to college at Harvard University'

Community College almost exclusivly refers to 2-year course schools

Oh here's a common one.

Ground floor = First floor / first story for americans First floor = Second floor / second story

Americans call the ground level floor of a building the first floor, rather than calling the first floor off the ground (floor) the first. Americans also tend to use 'story' when saying how many floors a building has, and often use 'story' when referring to the floor.

'Oh, yeah, the Charlotte Building? It's a ten story building, but the library is on the fifth floor."

Survival Mode

Of all the important discussions during the headlong rush to rescue Jeff Tracy, the three eldest had kept one discussion about an important piece of equipment included on the Zero XL between themselves.

(They found out later that John had clued Gordon and Alan in, but rather than being upset, they understood why their big brothers had attempted to shield them from this discussion.)

Scott was his usual clear-eyed self, practical in every way. They needed a seat for Dad. Something sturdy and safe, yet comfortable to a body disused to gravity.

Virgil countered: It should be a stretcher, something secure and yet enabling them to make him comfortable and give him medical attention if needed.

John, his turquoise eyes deep and calm, had voiced what they all dreaded: We need to bring a coffin. Someplace to gently lay Dad to rest, giving him the same dignity in death that he commanded in life.

In the end, they’d taken Brains’ advice and decided on all three.

So it was with an overflowing heart and overflowing eyes that Virgil guided his father to the seat and secured him for the heart-stopping trip, not sparing the prepped stretcher or the casket hidden below a single glance.

Virgil wondered if Dad had seen the other two, and if that was part of the long, searching look his father had given him while he was strapping him in.

Now, with Dad home a full twenty-four hours and having personally seen to much of his immediate care, Virgil stood in the bay and saw their arrival frozen in time: harnesses left to lay where they’d been dropped; printouts and tablets scattered about the cabin; bits of gear forgotten in the happy rush. His father’s helmet lay beside his seat, and Virgil bent to retrieve it. He held it reverently and gazed into the scratched Plexiglass visor, wondering what it would say if it could talk.

He wondered if the uniform would end up in a museum somewhere, a testament to the endurance of the human spirit and to Brains’ genius. Torn, filthy from space dust and years of his father’s sweat, marked by more than a few bloodstains, the suit had been repaired by salvaged upholstery thread and duct tape (God bless the inventor of duct tape). Its biometrics had long since burnt out, its signals silenced by time and distance. Yet the over-engineered uniform had kept him alive, and for that, Virgil thought, it deserved a shrine of its own.

It left Virgil in a cold sweat to think of how easily they could have found a skeleton inside the suit, hollow eyes staring out of the visor, all their hopes dashed in one fell swoop. He clutched the helmet to his chest, tears welling as his mind’s eye supplied him with a version of events that never happened: Scott, taking his father’s body gently into his hands and laying him in the prepared cofffin for the trip home to his final resting place.

It didn’t happen that way, he reminded himself. He had buckled Dad in with his own two shaking hands, scarcely breathing with adrenaline and the childish thought that if he blinked, his father would disappear.

Virgil willed his breathing to slow, forcing the tears to recede and his throat to unclench. At this very moment, Dad lay peacefully sleeping in the infirmary, lightly sedated and on both a hydrating nutrient drip and a low dose of painkiller in an attempt to acclimate his body to the rigors of gravity. Scott was sitting with him, catching up on the state of the world they’d missed, redirecting and consulting while iR was on hiatus. That had left Virgil free to attend to various tasks, one of which was to clean up Thunderbird Two after the separation.

He hadn’t realized all the “what if’s” would come crashing into the silence, torturing him as they had not before they left. At the time, the excitement of preparing for the trip had consumed them all, leaving little room for speculation. Their discussion about the seat had been only one brief moment in a time filled with bright, hard hope, and after the ship was fully equipped, Virgil had pushed it out of his mind.

Survival, he mused, running his thumb over the scratched iR logo on the side of Jeff’s helmet. He had been in survival mode, hanging on to hope and not thinking beyond the next moment. With a start, he realized that was what his father had done, all those years.

Now it was time to stop surviving, Virgil thought, and to start living.

He put the helmet aside and dragged first the coffin, then the stretcher out of the bay, and went to put them back where he’d found them.

Oh my, this is wonderful and emotional 😢 and your writing is just perfect 👌 🤍 💚

An absolutely perfect ending. You’re so right - now they can all start living. 💙💚❤️💛❤️💜🤍💖🤎🤍

Reblogging this because I finally found it and this story has stayed with me since the first time I read it and it’s one of my favorite stories. I thought I had lost it to the tumblr void but I’m so happy I found it again!

Scott, Gordon, and John. An odd trio but I love them❤️

I loved thunderbirds and thunderbirds are go and have been inspired to start doing fanart of the Tracy boys by an awesome fanfic writer @tsarisfanfiction.  I hope to do more!

Also: while we’re doing checkpoints, make sure you’re on WiFi and not data

And unclench your jaw

and drink some water!

remember to blink!

Relax your shoulders!

Thank you for all the wonderful contributions!

TAKE YOUR MEDS!

S T R E T C H

CONSUME FRUIT

Actually life is beautiful because the sound I make while trying to breathe around hot food sounds like my dog trying to eat an apple. When I yawn my cat tries to put his face in my mouth like a little dentist man and when he yawns I put my finger in his obligate-carnivore trapzone and we both know he will not hurt me. When I do not fold my clothes, they do not hold it against me.

I am demonstrably sad, and lonely, and full of fear. But there are other people who will hold my hand, who will point out the hawk overhead, who will give you That Look in a public place. The other day at a coffee shop a child said "look! It's snowing!" so all of us strangers went to go look out the windows. It wasn't the first snow and it won't be the last but wasn't it lovely like that?

How wonderful to live in a world where birds and frogs both say beep! How wonderful to have an ocean of beautiful sharks with their dinosaur teeth! How wonderful the moon and her changing face, how wonderful the bees and their dancing to communicate, how wonderful shrimp and their forbidden layers of vision! How wonderful, you, and what you will give the world! The way we love things enough to spend entire blogs devoted to them? How people will let me explain my Pokemon team to them? How we will both jump at the scare in the movie, how we laugh so loudly, how it feels to give someone your baking? How wonderful to be alive. I am sorry for forgetting.

This is the process of getting better. With wonderful people and wonderful strangers and wonderful friends: I am getting better, slowly. Thank you, whoever you are. In some way, you've been wonderful, and left a wonderful place in the world to ripple out to me. In some small way - isn't it beautiful - I promise, you've been helping.

With love to my FL. ❤️

Holly Village in Highgate, London, where the undead have lived in Victorian Gothic splendour since the 1860s. (@curiousherringlife IG)

♣️♥️ Fannish Playing-Card Inspired Asks ♦️♠️

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King Of The World!!

Marine life plushies always remind me of Gordon, so I drew him sitting on top of a giant blue whale plushie.🐳

I hope you like him!💛

If his room isn’t full of plushie fish, it needs to be XD this is wonderfully agordable (you started this!)

That’s so cute I wanted to recreate it with my toys. Here’s Gordon taking a nap on a giant whale (okay, whale shark) beanbag plush.

Aww! You got me inspired!

Sleepy Gordo on a whale shark!💛

Ooops, I think inspiration is contagious…

I have no excuse other than it is Monday morning.

-o-o-o-

It took Virgil fifteen minutes and a final resort call to Thunderbird Five to find his fish brother. It wouldn’t be the first time he had to take a brother’s chute down to the hangars, but there had been very few occasions where he had to take Gordon’s.

Maybe upside down and backwards wasn’t so bad since it didn’t end up in the drink.

But speed was a necessity, so Virgil took a swim in his underwear.

Gordon had reported his return, but he had never appeared in the comms room and Virgil was on edge.

Four was in her hangar, floating quietly. He didn’t fail to notice an unreported dent on one side. Admittedly, the storm outside was rough and the idiots Gordon had been fishing out of the ocean off the coast of Fiji deserved every cutting snarl of profanity Gordon said under his breath. It shouldn’t be a surprise that there was extra motivation for such Grandma provoking language.

He didn’t see Gordon at first and his heart rate increased with his level of worry.

But then what he did see, sent that heart rate through the roof.

He wasn’t alone in the water.

A shadow rippled over Four’s yellow flank.

A huge shadow, blotting out the hangar lighting.

For a moment, Virgil’s heart stopped entirely, the image of a giant predatory shark caught in the tank with him was enough to age him several years. That thought was quickly followed by ‘Gordon stuck in the tank with a giant predatory shark’ was enough to snap him out of it.

Fortunately, it wasn’t a giant predatory shark.

Well, it was a shark. A huge shark that barely fit in the confined space and was only just able to move enough to circle around Four.

But Virgil knew enough, had spent enough time reading fish books to his kid brother to know exactly what kind of fish this huge behemoth was.

It was a whale shark.

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Wonderful! *applause* I love “attuned to the ocean” Gordon. International Rescue’s very own Aquaman. He’s more worried about the shark than his own injuries. 

And while I’m at it, just leaving this here, for more inspiration…

Gordon: Check this out Virgil! Bet you didn’t know jellyfish got this big!

Virgil: *sighs* First the whale shark, now the jellyfish. Gordon, stop getting rides from giant sea creatures! Especially venomous one! *under his breath* What’s next, a kraken?

😍😍😍😍 @ Me

(Portrait of the floating disasteronaut by @redemsi)

Look at that hair….. Squeee

And this is where Nutty realises her fringe is styled like John’s ::headdesk::

This is, of course, seriously gorgeous! I love it!

::gets dressed to go to work and flicks fringe in the same way::

Oh yes, I love the ‘real hair’ effect vs. the ‘plasticky’ one in the series

Oldest To Youngest

So this started off as an idea then I saw someone put a prompt on the IR Relief that was similar so I just smushed a few things together and hope that you enjoy it @tsarinatorment  Prompt: Time Travel AU (bonus if it involves pre-series age Scott with series-age little bros) Science could not explain what exactly happened. To be honest, John was certain this was impossible. Yet here his brother was, doing the impossible. Not that he knew it of course. Through some strange phenomena, Scott, his older brother, the oldest of five Tracy sons, pilot of Thunderbird One, was now at the young age of twelve. John had been working himself to exhaustion to try and fix this issue, all the while looking after their brother. He had taken a break because it was either sitting with Scott or spending time in the infirmary with an overprotective big brother giving him a breakdown of what the definition of exhaustion was. So, it was John’s turn with a rather wild Scott who just didn’t want to sit down. Alan and Gordon were in their element, running around with Scott till the cows came home. But even then, they got tired and needed time alone. Funny how the tables had turned for them, realising that even big brothers needed time away from little brothers. Virgil was the closest to getting Scott to calm down their big/little brother. It was hard to tell what he was now to them; they didn’t even know if this was permanent. He held Scott’s hand as he took him to the roof where a telescope was ready and waiting for them, something John had set up beforehand when he found out it was his turn to babysit. Scott had been rather reluctant however to join John, since John wouldn’t tell him about what they were doing.

“I don’t think daddy would like me being on the roof. I’m never allowed on the roof at home,” Scott said, though he didn’t let go of John’s hand. “Dad knows you’ll be up here, it’s fine,” John said before adding another point quickly. “But don’t go near the edge of the roof. You stay near me okay?” Scott nodded, “Okay.” John gave a small smile to Scott as he led him over to the telescope, already calibrated and waiting to be used. John wasn’t really one for going out and exploring the island, or even running around. This was his last resort. He hoped that Scott’s appreciation of the stars was there even at this age. “Do you know much about space Scott?” John asked. “My daddy goes to space with Uncle Lee. He tells me all about what he does up there,” Scott said looking up to the sky. “I wanna go to space one day…” he said quietly. That quiet comment made John smile to himself. Virgil was really the only one who knew much about Scott’s childhood out of all the brothers. By the time John was old enough to understand what Scott did, he was already working with NASA on the experimental aircraft in the process of transferring to the Airforce. He hardly remembered his older brother’s days as a Rescue Scout being a few years younger of course. It was a much different time then. The family was whole. It still is in a way but not everyone is present any more, not that they told young Scott this. The fact that this Scott talked so freely about their mother was welcomed into all the conversations. Scott never spoke about mum much after her death. Everyone else did, but he didn’t. It was something that John never questioned. When mum came up in conversation, Scott would either go dead silent or leave the room altogether. To see this Scott so free, unburdened by the hellish events that were going to inevitably unfold in his life, gave John a sense of calm. He was able to see Scott giggle, smile and run around, acting his age. Their Scott had taken the burdens of the family on his shoulders, taken International Rescue, Tracy Industries, and even surrogate fatherhood to his younger brothers during his early twenties. Before then, it was helping his father keep four younger boys in check after the disaster of losing their mother. Scott never had a childhood. He had sacrificed that so his brothers could have one. John saw the Rescue Scout move over and look through the telescope. He had pointed it straight to the moon and after a few seconds heard his big, little brother whisper ‘cool’ under his breath. He watched Scott alternate between looking at the moon through the telescope and with the naked eye for a while, the night light glimmering in Scott’s eyes whenever he looked up. There was a child-like wonder in his eyes. It was an expression of pure wonder and amazement. John knew his older brother loved space still. He’d been in the great abyss a lot of times even before International Rescue started. John remembered after getting their father back, Scott requested that the space capabilities of Thunderbird One to remain in effect, using the excuse of ‘You never know if we’ll need One in space Brains’. “Have you been to all those stars?” Scott asked, making John lose his track of thought and focus on his now younger brother. “Not all of them. Maybe one day,” John said with a small smile. “But they’re so far away, and there could be monsters in space.” John couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, those monsters don’t scare me. I have a big ship up in space already and I also have a friend up there with me that helps protect me,” “But space is so big! What if there’s a big monster that is bigger than your ship?” “Scared of meeting those monsters, Scott?” John asked with a slight cocking of his head and Scott almost looked embarrassed. “I’m not scared of anything! A Rescue Scout is calm, a Rescue Scout is brave. Never scared, always prepared to help, to guide, - “ “To save,” John said, and Scott smiled brightly. “You know it!” John couldn’t help but chuckle softly and sat down, pulling the telescope over to himself to align it with the Orion constellation. “Scott you are very brave. You’ve helped so many people and saved so many more,” “I have?” Scott looked confused. “Yes, you have. You’re a great Rescue Scout,” John sad softly. Scott giggled in response. “Come over here and I can show you some really cool constellations,” “Pictures in the sky?” Scott asked as he moved over and John took the chance to pull his younger brother onto his lap, moving the telescope so Scott could hold onto it lightly and look through the scope. “Very good.”

That’s how Virgil found them after repeated calls to John’s watch that dinner was ready went unanswered. It was a rare sight to see John down on Earth for so long, but this situation demanded that John stay down. International Rescue was slightly compromised with the fact they didn’t have Scott to pilot Thunderbird One for now. But the issues of the day were blissfully blown away by the light wind on that roof as he took in the memorable sight in front of him. Scott’s giggles filled the air and Johns soft, genuine smile was gleaming in the moonlight. Dinner for them could wait. Virgil would make sure to leave them some and not let the terrible two eat their share since, after all, he was the eldest Tracy now. He had to take responsibility for Gordon and Alan. For now, at least.

<3 <3 <3 Loved this so much <3 <3 <3

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.

Okay I reblogged and got into the entrepreneurship program I wanted. This WORKS

I POSTET THIS HALF AN HOUR BEFORE MY JOB INTERVIEW AND I GOT THE JOB OH MY GOD

tag game!

rules: tag 10 blogs you want to get to know better! i was tagged by @gh0stbursoot , thank you - ily you seem like the nicest person for real tho

Tagging: (you dont have to answer stuff you arent comfortable with or answer at all really)

@entinullbutno @im-a-dragon-cawcaw @ghostsagainststardust @bees-r-cool @stressedandhomicidal @daughter-of-poseidon-97 @i-am-thevoid @takisandtoes

Name: Ariana

Gender/Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5′7

Favourite Animal: Tiger

Average Hours of Sleep: 7.5 or 8

Dog or Cat: Cat 

Dream Job: Musical Theatre Actor

When I made this blog: September 2020

Why I made the blog: Because I knew my parents wouldn’t let me and I wanted somewhere where I could be out as a bi person. 

Reason for url: Because I am the champion of the Pokémon league and my name is Ariana.

Current time: 10:40 am

Song currently stuck in my head: Yorktown from Hamilton

Tagging: @mega-banette @yesmorningmask27 @laughingmoonlight @ferje-flamsburg @the-curious-lady-blog @morrigantwt @sinnoh-champion-glitchy @flamefoxcat @charsfx

Name: Florine

Gender/Pronouns: She/Her and fae faer

Sexuality: lesbian

Height: around 5 feet, i haven’t mesured in a long time and i use the metric system so i’d have to translate it

Favourite Animal: cat

Average Hours of Sleep: erm… not enough i think that during schooldays i have 6 hours of sleep or even less

Dog or Cat: Cat

Dream Job: i have no idea what my dream job is

When I made this blog: in 2017? i think

Why I made the blog: it had interessting art and i liked it

Reason for url: morningmask is the name of my main oc, all the stuff around is because the url wasn’t available 

Current time: 07:40 am

Song currently stuck in my head: derniere danse

Tagging: @socks-is-life @janetm74 @sapphic-murder-cats @summercorez @blastingoffwithstyle @ecruteakcitygym @potata

Ok! Thanks for the ask!

Name: I go by Janet here

Gender/pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual

Height: 5’ 3”

Favourite animal: pigs, especially micro pigs

Average Sleeping Hours: 3-4

Dog or Cat? Please don’t make me choose! I guess cat

Dream Job? Working as a trainer for the NHS

Why I made this blog? I was introduced to tumblr by someone from the Thunderbirds fandom since I read prolifically. I haven’t look back!

When did you make this blog: I’m not too sure when, but I’ve only been active this year.

Reason for url: it’s my name

Song currently going through my head: supermassive black hole by muse.

10 people to share - no pressure anyone.

@bonsaiiiiiii @soniabigcheese @misstb2 @gordonthegreatesttracy @hedwigstalons @strangelock221b @tsarinatorment @lenle-g @myladykayo @the-lady-razorsharp

thankies @janetm74 for the tag! ok, so…

10 people? well, uhh…

@louthestarspeaker @malignedangel @purplerose244 @littlemagicalsylveon @misssquidtracy @misstb2 @fictivekaleidoscope @willow-salix @myladykayo @olliepig

Thank you @janetm74 and @bonsaiiiiiii for the tag! Let’s see…

10 people… you’ve probably all be tagged already (and no pressure!) but: @womble1 @rachfielden-xo @shirubie @mrseviltedi @misstb2 @the-lady-razorsharp @avengedbiologist @psychoseal @faerie-dancer @galentaliel

Name: Helen (mostly when I’m talking about myself in the third person)

Gender/pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Straight

Height: 5’6”

Favorite animal: Dragon

Average hours sleep: 5-6

Dog or cat: Dog ( but not those little rat dogs, more the massive Bear dogs)

Dream Job: always wanted to work in a museum 

When I made this blog: Nov 2020

Why I made this blog: I’d read all the fan fic I could find, so had to try my own

Reason for URL: Wombles don’t let go once they have hold of something, they’re also very tidy and hard working. Basically my aspirational spirit animal

Current time: 16:36 

Song currently stuck in my head: Radioactive - Imagine dragons

I feel like everyone has probably already done this,

@seathesilverlinings @scribbles97

Oooo thank you!

Name: Sea (I work in a school so that’s all I can give 😂)

Gender/pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Straight

Height: 5’7”

Favourite Animal: Flamingoes! Or mudskipper fish!

Average hours of sleep: 6/7 if I’m lucky 😂

Dog or cat: Either, both, I can’t choose! I just love animals 😂

Dream Job: Forensic Toxicologist (I’m trained for it but hell if I can find a position anywhere!)

When I made this blog: I’m not sure actually? I imagine it was June/July 2020 because I posted the first part of Sister, sister in July

Why I made this blog: I needed to get away from my old pseud and I wanted to talk to all of you guys! ❤️

Reason for URL: I always find a lot more peace by the sea, I love water in general but the sea brings me calm 🏖🌊

Current time: 17:16

Song currently stuck in my head:

Could Have Been Me - The Struts

No pressure and sorry if you’ve already done it and I haven’t seen!

@thundergeek59 @5hadow-alpha @drileyf @neuroticphysiologist @nourelle-tracy

Thank you @seathesilverlinings and @rachfielden-xo 😊

Name: Cols

Gender/pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: Straight

Height: 5 foot 1 (you guys are so tall aaaa)

Favorite animal: uh… fish?

Average hours of sleep: 4-5 on weekdays, 8 on weekends

Dog or cat: Oof… um, both…

Dream job: Something related to media

When I made this blog: Around October 2015. Had no posts in the next four years, and by January this year, I revamped my blog.

Why I made this blog: Tbh I don’t quite remember.

Reason for url: neurotic - I was thinking of Fear from Inside Out, he’s my favorite emotion in the film, and physiologist - I was interested in pathophysiology at the time and I made a pathfinder. It’s my username in FF.net and it all started from there.

Current time: 0841 hrs

Song currently stuck in my head: V’s verse in Boyz with Fun

Tagging: @thumbabirb @dreamycloud @scarlett3drag0n @1bluesilvertracy @5hadow-alpha @angelofbenignmalevolence @tsarinatorment @louthestarspeaker @fictivekaleidoscope @godsliltippy

It’s alright if you have done it or if you don’t want to.

Thank you @neuroticphysiologist and @bonsaiiiiiii for the tag.

Name: Mal, Mally, or Angel

Gender/pronouns: she/her, they/them

Sexuality: Panromantic Demisexual

Height: 5 foot 11

Favorite animal: Real? Leopards. Imagined? Dragon

Average hours of sleep: Prolly in the 6-7 range most nights

Dog or cat: Dog, but just as happy to pet a kitty

Dream job: Museum Curator or Actor

When I made this blog: December 2017

Why I made this blog: To make sense of my other fandom side blog and add tags to everything so I could find what I was looking for 🤪

Reason for url: A play off my first url and my username across a lot of social media @malignedangel

Current time: 08:47 pm

Song currently stuck in my head: Take You to Hell by Ava Max and Love Me Dead by Ludo

Tagging: @thunderbird-one-ai @gumnut-logic @misssquidtracy

It’s alright if you have done it or if you don’t want to.

BE WARY OF THIS

I am sure blogs are getting hacked in mass through these links. If you see someone you know posting these DO NOT CLICK, that account has been hacked.

DO NOT CLICK.

Pls reblog to stop the spread of this.

UPDATE: its not a true "hack" into your account y'all, im pretty sure its a script that puts the post into your queue

so if you or your beloved mutuals have tagged you in the rayed bans post, please send them a message to check their queue. obviously doesn't hurt to change your password too lol