#( journal entry. )

[h3llstourmalin3]

We are the cavalry subsystem. Chrono age is "none of your business". We are a Perma 1900s cisharmful cismale system.

Each member is Taken and Mono. If you want to flirt, do so at your own discretion.

Sign offs:

🔪 -> Lazarus (most frequent fronter)

🧫 -> Syouji

🦴 -> Adel

🌕 -> Hansel

☎️ -> Mikalai

Tags:

Addressed to: -> asks

Airstrike. -> targeted posts

Journal entry. -> general posts

Result: Rejected. -> vents/rants

Over. -> reblogs

Addressed to: our liege. -> directed at / Abt @saccharinehabit

Face claims and IDs below:

FILE_NAME [☎️—Mikalai]:

Cisharmful, permatired, permasmoker, sourcebelarusian, sourcesoviet, sourcesniper, cisPPD, cisasshole, cisromantic, sourcecold, sourceptsd, sourceobsessive, CisBPD, sourcekiller, sourceprogrammed

Age: 29

FILE_NAME [🌕—Hansel]:

Cisharmful, sourceamerican, sourcerich, trissweetheart, sourceadored, trisasshole, CisASPD, cisNPD, transsoldier, cisattorney, Sourcealcoholic, NullDID, Nullhumanity, Null negative emotions, Transceo, sourcecapitalist

Age: 36

FILE_NAME [🦴—Adel]

Cisharmful, asexual, sourcegeneral, sourcegerman, sourcecold, cisasshole, transbigot, Tris/sourcenazi, transsweetheart, ciskuudere

Age: 30

FILE_NAME [🧫—Syouji]:

Cisharmful, cissadistic, sourcedoctor, permaunstable, nullobsessive, trans scientist, permaunstable, CisASPD, permarbf, transprogrammer, sourcejapanese

Age: 32

FILE_NAME [🔪—Lazarus]:

Cisharmful, Cisabusive, sourcesoldier, sourceBPD, sourcesadiatic, sourceobsessive, permaobsessed, cissadistic, transapperance, transbackstory, cisreligioustrauma, sourcecanadian

Age: 26

[hansoeii]

Jayce's Journal - A Hidden Entry

[wormspoodle]

i think they are so silly

[teaboot]

[tear-stained-lenses]

*No reply*

Oh so you want me to kill myself?

[nenoname]

It's still interesting that TBoB called more attention to Stan's control over his mindscape (And if you go with the interpretation that the lost pages are partial truths that are heavily influenced by Bill, then he's the one insisting that only someone with training should be able to have that much control over the mind.)

Meanwhile we have a memory!Stan. Someone who apparently knows too much and is rather aware for being a simple memory.

From the Wheel of Shame, we know Bill was able dig up all kinds of dirt on Stan but... that wasn't why he was there in the first place, was it?

Bill couldn't find the code immediately despite a memory of Stan opening the safe being a few hours old at most and decided to have Mabel try find it for him (The original concept of the ep had it far more hidden but this was likely cut because of time constraints)

Ford did experiments on Stan's mind which likely meant using Project Mentem and actually looking around his mindscape, and his only reaction was to comment on his jokes-- despite what little we the audience know being enough to render us sobbing wrecks

(yes I refuse to shut up about this part cos the book's intro is extremely underrated)

Stan was able to replace his memories of Ford with the swingset instead and managed to hide Ford in his Bar Mitzvah memory. And that's not even mentioning the lack of visible Portal and Stan o' War which noticeably show up in Ford's dreamscape (the broken swingset manifesting anyway pains me tho)

He subconsciously has misdirects for his secrets that are both silly and manages to disturb everyone too

And while Bill-as-Soos being bored by the vending machine memory is a joke that's basically the crew's way of going "hey remember the thing way back in the first ep that's going to show up in the next one?" and in-universe appears to be Stan slipping up, it's interesting that they had Stan input the wrong code when it's consistent literally every other time its inputted (especially when it shows up correctly in the very next episode)

It's even possible that the safe code that Bill found could have been a misdirect too but we'll never know since the safe got blown open by dynamite.

Stan was able to buy time by making his mind blank despite being genuinely terrified when Bill enters his mind (to the point that he breaks character and uses his own voice to yell), and could conjure up his living room (in colour opposed to his mind's regular greyscale) to make sure Bill didn't have enough room to flee, slamming the door in his face before the effects of the memory gun kicked in.

(EDIT: Random door analysis here)

And maybe the twins eventually told him that Bill had already been inside his mind after their W3 reunion, but all we know was that his conscious self was left in the dark for ages and wasn't really aware of Bill until Weirdmageddon.

TBoB showing McGucket's dreamscape also brings up the idea of the effects of the memory gun manifesting differently to each person. To Stan's mindscape, the memory wipe manifests as blue flames which immediately brings to mind Bill's powers but it's a far lighter shade (maybe to more closely match the memory gun and its eventual fade to white?)

The end of TBoB and the website poem also firmly reminds us about Stan's connection to fire but there's also the question if Stan himself is actually aware of it...

[scriptastra]

[katcantstopthinking]

is it a red flag to say she's so me?

[sweetlikemonie]

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐏

lil drabble for my man based on this video 🤭

content warnings: light degradation (he calls you a nasty bitch), praise, use of a toy, fingering, you’re also being recorded

author’s note: a lil sum sum while y’all wait on that geto and pearline fic don’t curse me 🥲 i’ve been so busy i’m sorry.

“Don’t look away.”

Onyankopon’s voice poured over you like heat, rich and dark and steady. You sat on the edge of the vanity chair, legs spread, heels digging into the counter, bare skin slick with anticipation. The soft hum of the rose toy vibrated against your clit…lightly teasing and already your thighs were twitching, your breathing uneven.

He stood behind you, one hand around your throat, not choking, just holding—reminding you who was in control. Onyankopon’s other hand rest against your at your breast, tweaking and teasing at your nipples, occasionally dropping down to take one into his mouth.

His eyes flicked up to the camera, recording everything. The mirror reflected the whole scene: your glassy eyes, parted lips, the toy nestled between your thighs, and Onyankopon towering behind you.

“You wanna come already?” he murmured, kissing the side of your neck, watching you squirm under the suction. “You can’t even sit still, baby.”

You tried to hold on, tried to keep your eyes trained on the mirror like he told you. But your hips rolled forward, chasing the sensation, mouth falling open.

“Eyes up,” he snapped softly, the grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your breath hitch. “This ain’t just for you, it’s for me. For them. Let ’em see how pretty you get when I turn you out.”

The rose pulsed harder, perfectly in sync with your heartbeat, and your body arched as a cry slipped from your lips—raw, high-pitched, desperate. Your reflection stared back at you, ruined and beautiful, every inch of you trembling.

“Don’t come yet,” he warned.

But it was already too late.

“You couldn’t even hold it, could you?”

Onyankopon’s voice slid over your skin like silk, low and amused, but heavy with authority. The rose toy buzzed weakly on the counter, soaked from the mess you made on it, your legs still twitching from the orgasm you weren’t supposed to have. You tried to pull yourself together, but your body wouldn’t stop trembling, your mind already gone.

He pressed in close behind you, one large hand cradling your jaw as he tilted your head toward the mirror. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Didn’t even ask. Just made a mess like a nasty little bitch.”

The way he said it…soft, damn near affectionate sent another rush between your legs. You whimpered, shame curling in your gut, but he smiled at you in the mirror. Like he adored how wrecked you were.

“Mmm,” he hummed, dragging two fingers down between your thighs, slow and teasing. “This what happens when I’m too nice to you?”

He gathered your cum on his fingers, then brought them to your lips.

“Go ‘head. Taste what disobedience gets you.”

You opened without hesitation, moaning as you sucked his fingers clean, tongue curling around him like you couldn’t get enough. He watched you with heavy eyes, thumb stroking your cheek once you were done.

“Good girl,” he said, almost like a reward. “Even when you’re outta line, you’re still my good girl, ain’t you?”

Before you could answer, his fingers were back inside you—deep, fast, merciless. Your body arched, your thighs tried to close, but he gripped your leg and forced them wider.

“You’re gonna take all of it. Every stroke, every pump,” he growled, voice still thick with affection, but dripping in filth. “I don’t care if you’re sensitive. You wanted to come without permission? Now you’ll come until you can’t anymore.”

His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles in time with the thrust of his fingers. Your moans were loud now, desperate, echoing off the walls. But all he did was smile at your reflection watching you fall apart for him, again.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he whispered, mouth brushing your temple. “You look so fucking beautiful when you lose it for me.”

And when you came again…loud, breathless, and soaked—he kissed your cheek, slow and sweet.

“Next time, you’ll wait,” he said, still stroking you through it. “Or I’ll keep you like this all night.”

[makingshortstorieslong]

A little zine about how I (still) have trouble saying the word aromantic.

I've never made a zine before! I was inspired to try it because @queerliblib mentioned a zine making night in an email. That hasn't happened yet - its on June 26th - but once I had the idea, I couldn't wait, lol. It was nice to put something down on paper and have the finished product to hold onto.

Image descriptions under the cut:

Page 1: Three tiny speech bubbles say: "Do you have a bf? Do you like anyone? What's your type?" A big speech bubble says, "Oh, I don't date." The big speech bubble comes from a heart colored like the aromantic flag. 

Page 2 says: I could say: "Actually, I'm... ...aromantic." ...aro." ...aromantic asexual." ...aroace."

Page 3 says: But there are a few problems:

aromantic: Has been misheard as "A Romantic".

aro: Opaque if you don't already know the term.

aromantic asexual: A mouthful! And sounds...scientific?

aroace: shares The Big Problem: it may require a vocabulary lesson!

Page 4 says: It doesn't actually come up too often! Which is fine. My coworkers, my neighbors, and strangers don't need to know I'm aroace. I just wish I could say it sincerely when I do want someone to know. 

Page 5 says: I always have to smile - laugh - hedge. "Oh, well, actually, I'm kind of like, aromantic? Basically just not interested."

It's been more than 8 years since the first time I said it out loud!  I'm certain of it, but I still can't say it like I mean it!

Page 6 says: The most memorable time I said "I don't date" the guy I was talking to asked "Oh are you asexual?" and I said "Yeah, actually. And aromantic." And we moved on.

That was nice. 

Page 7 says:

The times I've lead with "I'm aromantic" -- well, there's only one I really remember:

"I didn't use to think that was a real thing." 

Other than that time -- even if I use the word, I always explain what it means first! 

Page 8 says: I just hope that one day I'll feel like I can say, simply, confidently: "I'm aromantic" and "I'm aroace."

The words "I'm aromantic" are big and dark green, the color of the top stripe of the aromantic flag. The words "I'm aroace" are big and bright orange, the color of the top stripe of the aroace flag. Three hearts below the words are colored to look like the aromantic, aroace, and asexual flags. 

[nights-at-crystarium]

✧✦✧ "Fragments" - episode 60 ✧✦✧

Journal.

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[dalekinapaintedparadise]

Another reason to cry about the Temperance ending: Johnny feels like V is still out there somewhere.

[hairtusk]

it finally feels like spring and my room is clean and perfect

[tear-stained-lenses]

“I love you.”

No you don't.

[crueldudethesis]

ʃ what have I become?

ʅ made some more art, inspired by @postal97 ^_^!!!

[cozybao]

love is stored in the journal! scans of my little journal documenting my japan trip across 12 days :> featuring food packaging, photobooth pictures, tickets, and stuff i picked up from the ground 🍀

read it here