– Aaron marching into Neil and Andrews room being like YOU BETTER NOT BE HAVING SEX. and he walks in and just freezes bc they’re just sitting, andrew reading, and neil is watching exy with his head on Andrew’s lap and Andrew’s fingers in his hair.
Aaron pretends to be disgusted and all that, and internally he does feel a bit of disgust (leftover homophobia ingrained by his mother and uncle) But honestly, most of what he feels is just relief, that andrew gets to have that with someone even if it has to be Neil fucking Josten the most annoying human in the planet.
(it also helps his opinion of Neil, seeing him being soft with Andrew, because it stops him from seeing them as simple hate sex. It’s impossible to think of Neil as using Andrew in any way when you see him truly looking when he talks to Andrew to make sure he doesn’t go too far or dig too deep in his questions.)
– Aaron may not like Neil, may never like Neil (although i like to think they do end up liking each other. But by the end of university he sure as hell appreciates what Neil does to, and for Andrew
honestly as funny as the idea of neil and andrew purposely playing up a “rivalry” to fuck w the press I genuinely think we’re underutilizing the concept of neil just having. no idea. he’s just here for the game?? he doesn’t keep track of dumb gossip about who hates who??
and meanwhile the media is going oh man minyard and josten! they hate each other!! whenever they’re asked about on another in interviews neil always has something bitchy to say. andrew straight up says he hates him (andrew knows what they think of course he just doesn’t care enough to mention it). but nobody actually uses the term “"rivalry”“ directly to neil they’re just ask stuff like “what do you think of andrew”
then like three years in a reporter finally goes “so, considering your well-known rivalry w andrew minyard—” and he’s just like my WHAT.
So this happened to me a few days ago, and I thought maybe sharing my experience could help someone if this happens to them in the future.
I was checking my Tumblr when suddenly I was logged out from it and given the usual Log In page. When I entered the details to access my blog, this appeared:
My heart skipped a bit. I tried to re-enter the details (maybe I got them wrong the first time), but no, the same message about Termination was shown. I typed my blog URL and got the
ominous
:
Same thing with my sideblogs.
So obviously I was very worried. I contacted the Tumblr support but didn’t get an answer for 48 hours, only an automated reply. I already started mentally saying goodbye to my blogs, my posts and all my followers, when finally I recieved their answer:
(In case you can’t see the picture, it says:
Hello, We’ve restored your account. Thank you for bringing this problem to our attention. We’re sorry that it occurred, and we’ll do our best to make sure that it doesn’t happen again. You should now be able to log in just fine with your email address and password. Please let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with.
My blog was restored and working normally. All my sideblogs were intact , and so were my posts and my followers. The only thing that was lost, is all the conversations by Messages. The people with whom you talked are still there, but all the history of the conversation is gone.
Alright so here is what you should do if this happens to you. Don’t panick like I did Click on the “contact support” link provided in the terminated window. Alternatively, go on Tumblr.com/support.
Politely explain your situation – give your blog URL, your mail, tell what happened exactly. I understand that the situation can be upsetting, but the person who will read the message and try to help you isn’t directly responsible for the termination of your blog. And sending an angry message with insults isn’t the best way to get your blog back either.
Wait for the reply of the team. If you feel like it takes too much time (more than few days for example), try to fill the Help/Support form again.
Once the team is in contact with you, keep the polite tone. Normally if your blog didn’t go againt the Tumblr rules and policies, you should getit back like I did.
Voila 🙂
Guys this is important. 2 of my followers and rp partners got their accounts terminated today so be careful
it is tiring, being endless political just as someone existing. my teacher asks me if i’m writing more of that “feminist poetry.” a lot of it is just talking about me, being a woman, being afraid in the city. i write about walking a line, about how i am expected to choose between home and work, how each comes with a slew of its own insults; how it feels when i am wearing shorts and there are too many men outside. these are just facts of my life. someone in the comments says, “where are woman even coming up with these crazy generalizations in their feminism?”
i hold hands with the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen and someone sighs when they see me. “do they have to make everything gay?” she asks her friend, loudly, “like, do you have to force those views in my face all the time?” i can’t stop blushing. my girlfriend holds my fingers tighter, tighter, tighter, until my knuckles are white, and i let her. somehow, this is us, protesting.
my father’s cuban blood stains my skin, i think. when i am honored with a position in the dean’s private council, a boy sneers, “you only got in because you’re hispanic.” did i? i spend the rest of our meetings wondering if i was selected for my stellar academic record, for the multiple recommendations, for the clubs i lead – or if i was just a move the dean made, to make use of me. when we all take a picture, the dean brings me in the front. in the first three we take, i am not smiling.
it is odd. “i exist.” i say, “i deserve to exist.”
“oh my god,” he groans, “we get it, you’re a feminist.”
Nothing but My Aching Soul 