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[technicalfika]

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[braceletofteeth]

We've got a couch and you won't even sit on it. I like sitting here.

[tasty-littl-snack]

It's monday morning you open up pod watcher and see that Mari is a guest. "Oh cool I haven't seen her in long content before this might be interesting, she will probably flirt with Ryan or something after all they're married". And it begins so, but then Shane is like *deep analysis on Ryan's character*, Shane and Mari roasting Ryan's habits, them talking about clothing style and Shane and Ryan being their usual selves. Mari points out once that they're making eye contact and it makes her feel like she's intruding. Ryan saying "No you're not." maybe catching himself that he shouldn't flirt with Shane in front of his wife. It's 10 minutes in, they talk about something else.

They talk about Ryan being easily spooked and Mari asks Shane if he knows how to deal with that. "No that's just how Ryan is I don't know if there's something you can do about that."

Around half hour in Mari is like "Tbh I'm kinda nervous to be here I feel like I'm ruining the dynamic" and it's then Shane points out that she's part of the group and they did hang out multiple times. And it seems fine, but then later Ryan continues to be wierd with Shane by asking him if he can move his pecs, and wondering if he'd cook in an apron naked.

Ryan also asks Mari if she knows what he's thinking, and Shane is the one who answers. (and is right. Mari is just flabbergasted by Ryan's mind going there)

And that's pod watcher 69 in a nutshell.

What I'm saying is that usually when I see men and their wives interacting, that rpf brainrot goes away because usually a married couple acts like a married couple but here I'm not sure who's the one third wheeling.

[tennessoui]

I reread the throat fic tags after you mentioned the sequel. I had forgotten the Sidious/taxes bit and lolllllllllll.

darth sidious is very clever and he's not about to be killed because he accidentally thinks bad thoughts about anakin skywalker's padawan in vader's vicinity

(no, instead he's killed because obi-wan very politely asks vader to kill him, which is really something sidious should have foreseen. probably would have foreseen, too, if vader didn't spend years talking and thinking about how virtuous and angelic and sweet and beautiful his padawan was - so much that sidious didn't even realize obi-wan was capable of willingly holding vader's leash and telling him where to bite)

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

What can I say? They're my favorite.

[tarochimochi]

Do ya'll fuck with my hc... lowkey

[burningcheese-merchant]

Wait, what’s pitayafire?

Pitaya Dragon x Fire Spirit. My OG mental illness. My all time #1 pairing before BurningCheese came and completely destroyed my life.

The ship that had me like this (and still does)

And the ship that never got the love and attention it deserves, and only has, like, a handful of fans in the West* (that I know of. There might be more, but they're all in hiding because PitayaFire fans routinely get harassed/attacked because something something incest even though they're not related at all). Which upsets me immensely. And is why I hope FS and PD have a scene together in CRK that is highly suspicious so more people ship them like they're suppose to

*it's decently popular in the Asian side of the fandom. They're the ones who give me my PitayaFire fanart fix since I can't count on anyone in the West to do it and Pitaya is too difficult for me to draw atm

[ashleander]

Teeth Clenched Teamwork

Haha, the sillies! Decided to draw these three! I had to start traditionally because my IPad broke a week ago (specifically my charger cable, sigh). I’ll *probably* make more simpler drawings for now.

Though it was nice drawing digitally with my phone (it’s still the same program but it’s the pocket edition)!

Also if you’re wondering about the unfinished Vigi sketch to the right, a comic starring these three is in the works 👀

I can’t wait to get it done!

[pathological-runaway]

A voice calls to them from inside, and the Elder turns around. The bright room bathed in warm yellowish candlelight is somewhat painful to look at after the time spent gazing at the darkening skies, and the Elder feels uncomfortable with the table and the armchairs and the bookshelves filled with paper and paper and paper. It all seems pointless now, the goals and dreams of the past, and the priceless books stored in the room are suddenly superficial and vain. What does any of it matter, with a storm approaching? “I can see something terrible coming.”

you can read the fic here or below the cut

The wind rises, and the grass with a few scattered flowers in it bends to the ground, as if hoping the soil will protect it from the rage of the gusts. The sky is dark grey, overcast by clouds, and there is a chill in the air smelling like ozone and fresh leaves. For a split second, a bolt of lightning appears on the horizon only to fade away immediately. It is not raining here yet, but the storm must be close.

There is a pause during which only the blowing wind and the rustle of grass can be heard. Then, a low rumble of thunder roars in the distance, and the first drops of rain start to fall.

The Elder remains stood on the porch, brows furrowed and eyes fixed on the ominous black clouds. Their figure is small in the face of the oncoming storm, and the modest ornaments on their robes appear even bleaker now that no candles are there to illuminate them.

The Elder does not move, quietly observing the tempest while they still can. While it is still safe to do so. Nature has been toyed with a lot in the past decades — stars know when it will decide to strike back.

It is better not to tempt it.

A voice calls to them from inside, and the Elder turns around. The bright room bathed in warm yellowish candlelight is somewhat painful to look at after the time spent gazing at the darkening skies, and the Elder feels uncomfortable with the table and the armchairs and the bookshelves filled with paper and paper and paper. It all seems pointless now, the goals and dreams of the past, and the priceless books stored in the room are suddenly superficial and vain.

What does any of it matter, with a storm approaching?

“We should be quite safe here,” the voice from inside the room assures. It is soft but steady, even if lacking that pompous self-confident note that most would have when discussing nature. The Elder themself used to adopt it sometimes in the past. But things have changed since then, and so have they.

They enter the room reluctantly and close the door behind them. It becomes unexpectedly quiet, the crackling of candles and the muffled spatter of rain on the roof the only sounds here.

The Elder thinks they miss nature. The wildness of it. The danger inherent in it. The destruction that it brings, which does not scare them anymore, oh no. It used to. But now that they have seen human-made weapons end lives in a blink of an eye, the rainstorms seem almost harmless. They seem right.

Death by Nature’s wrath is much more welcome than the alternative. Perhaps, the downpour could wash away all the blood that has been spilled by the mankind.

It would almost seem more merciful now.

“I can see something terrible coming,” the Elder replies to a question that was never asked, shaking their head to make the thoughts go away. They have these ideas, sometimes, that are not really theirs, ideas the origin of which they cannot quite explain. Ones that inexplicably come true.

Some would call them visions. A gift from the god. Some would call the Elder a prophet, even. But the Elder themself would rather stay quiet, more times than not.

It is for the best.

Their interlocutor frowns, eyes not leaving the other’s even for a second. They understand. Of course they do. They have always understood — even when others did not. Even when people claimed they were being unreasonable. Mad. Old.

Because the Isle Elder is not old. They are ancient. The oldest being alive in the whole world. They have seen it all: all those diseases, all those disasters. All those deaths. All those lives. The beauty of the world. Its ugliness. They have seen where birds come from and where they fly, season after season, year after year. They have seen generations of people be born and grow old and die, and they themself have never wavered. They have stood there, on the top of the flower-peppered hill, and watched over everything and everyone.

They were every Elder’s mentor. Every commoner’s guide. Every child’s parent. They have always been there, have always assisted anyone in need. Have always known more than they let people see they knew. They have hidden things, waiting for the right moment to reveal them. They have done more for these lands — these people — than anyone has.

But people have forgotten. They always do, do they not?

People have forgotten, and now the Isle Elder is no longer an Elder. They are nobody’s teacher now. Nobody’s family. Nobody’s friend. Bereft of both their title and their role, they are bereft of love now, too. Have been for a while.

The Vault Elder is guilty of turning their back on them, once. When everyone else did. Not that this little detail excuses them in any way. But long enough has passed — enough blood has been spilled — for them to start thinking. Rethinking. For them to stop following the ones who made Daleth and what they stand for go forgotten. And they are sorry for not having done so earlier. For not having seen what was right. But then again, no one did. No one but Daleth.

And the fact that the Isle Elder (they are still an Elder in Lamed’s heart) is here now, despite their apprentice’s betrayal, only shows how much better Daleth is than all of them put together.

The Vault Elder knows there is not much time left. And they regret deeply that they have wasted so much of it drifting away when they could have tried to get closer. That they chose the path of cold when they knew there was one bathed in sunlight.

There is no turning back now.

“I am not a saint, you know,” the Isle Elder said to them sometime many long years ago. “I make mistakes, too.”

“You cannot blame yourself forever,” is what they say to Lamed now.

The latter takes a seat, slowly, quietly. It is so strange in here, in this deadly silence. A disaster may be approaching — is approaching — and they have no means of knowing when it comes. They are blinding themself, burying themself and their guest in this building as if it were a tomb.

It could turn out to be.

“I am not.”

Daleth’s grey eyes have a sad look in them, one that says do not lie to me. One that whispers I know you. One that murmurs barely audibly I hope I still do.

Thunder roars outside, the wind that rises making the candles flicker and go out. The room is illuminated by lightning for a split second before plunging into complete darkness. The Vault Elder can barely distinguish their mentor’s eyes, can barely subdue the fear rising in their chest and the images flooding their eyes.

The two sit there in silence as the storm rages on, neither of them bothering to move and light the candles.

“I can see something terrible coming,” Lamed’s lips quiver.

The Isle Elder gets ready to stand up when the roof collapses.

[lunar-years]

Thinking again about season 4 Jonathan and finding it very hard to believe he didn't get a job in Cali out of his own volition. Why isn't he working at Surfer Boy Pizza with Argyle? Like yeah, the Byers no long need both Joyce and Jonathan working in order to live, given Owen's assistance and Joyce's new job. But I do not think not needing to work alone would be a reason for Jonathan to immediately say 'ok great!' and kick his feet up. And yeah, he doesn't have a working car, but again, Argyle already drives him around everywhere? I'm sure Argyle would've driven him to his shifts, especially if they both worked at Surfer Boy!

The more interesting answer in my mind is that Jonathan does try to find a job when he gets to Cali (maybe even gets one lined up) and then goes home and tells his family and Joyce gets really upset about it, prompting him to quit shortly after. I kind of think that when Joyce herself is doing a little better (financially, mentally, all of it) she becomes more aware of just how much she's leaned on and relied upon Jonathan, and starts feeling super guilty about it. So her solution is to "fix it" by alleviating him of all responsibilities (that is, until the next time she needs him, at which point it goes without question or thought that he's going to be there waiting; e.g., leaving him to watch the kids when she goes off to find Hopper).

This guilt results in various, short-lived spurts throughout the years where she suddenly becomes really insistent on Jonathan "being a normal teen" to try to make up for parentifying him the rest of the time. But what she never realizes is that this back-and-forth is actually more harmful to him than it is helpful. So when he tells her in Cali he's got a new job and is starting on Monday, she feels really caught off guard and devastated. He doesn't need to help her with the bills here! He can just be a teenager!

She sits him down and tells him she doesn't want him to work here. She wants him to focus on his college applications and enjoying his senior year. Jonathan thinks this is ridiculous, because he already isn't enjoying his senior year, and he certainly isn't likely to without Nancy. Not to mention that he keeps pushing applications down the line because he doesn't know what to do about them and he can't tell his mom or Nancy that he's already resigned himself to going to community college and forgetting Emerson (...and NYU). Working, however, is something he can do that is familiar and makes him feel useful and will be a way to pay for college. And he likes Argyle, so working at Surfer Boy would be tons better than any of the shitty jobs he's had before. He wants to work. But he can tell that Joyce is upset and wants him to (at least to pretend to) be happy here. And he hates when Joyce is upset and he's the cause. So he decides his mom needs him to not work more than he needs to work. It's another version of self-sacrificing for his family's benefit above his own. And it ultimately backfires big time, because it gives him wayyy too much time alone with his thoughts, working himself into a spiral that Joyce doesn't even notice.

(disclaimer that i love joyce and think she's a great parent! but she isn't a perfect parent, and i like thinking about that, too)

[the-mighty-crabjoys]

this is primarily a silly hypothetical but do you think Akutagawa ever dropped off/handed over Kyouka’s important paperwork.

in all likelihood, it was probably Kōyō who did it, and probably alongside the files detailing Kyouka’s past, but the idea that Akutagawa just. like. mailed the ADA her paperwork is so funny to me

it’d be so silly if, in the middle of their first mission together, Atsushi’s just like. “hey by the way. about that package you sent the agency.”

“yes. Kyouka-chan’s important paperwork. i ensured that everything was included. her birth certificate, immunization records, et cetera. why, is anything missing?”

“no. it’s all there. thanks.”

and then they’re immediately back at each other’s throats

[gothicseverance]

The reader may perceive a space between techniques of presentation and the reality presented.

—Gaps and Gothic Sensibility

Gif by @divorcedtom 🖤

[smile-files]

an epiphany i just had about my strange mental complexes:

as a child, i formulated that to be my "sibling", you would have to be my "twin": you would have to be my mirror, always by my side and always reflecting me, or else i'd feel alienated from you. at the same time, i was struck by how different my siblings were from me - they looked nothing like me, acted nothing like me, and were all twins while i was a single child. these two united, i convinced myself that they were (at no fault of their own) incapable of really being my "siblings", and thus sought out somebody outside my family to fill the role. hence i went about searching for a "twin", someone my age whom i could match in every conceivable way, someone whom i hoped would understand me entirely and be my forever best friend; i have regarded my classmates and hoped they'd be my twin.

as an adolescent, i formulated that to be my "parent", you would have to be my "god": you would have to be my panopticon, all-knowing, omnipotent, and omnipresent, or else i'd feel unprotected by you. at the same time, i was struck by how my parents were often at a loss with how to help me, in fact being often preoccupied with their own issues. these two united, i convinced myself that they were (at no fault of their own) incapable of really being my "parents", and thus sought out somebody outside my family to fill the role. hence i went about searching for a "god", someone older than me who would forever be my protector, caretaker, and redeemer, someone who would instantly know my pain and heal it; i have regarded teachers and counselors and hoped they'd be my parent.

there's a running theme of my seeking out familial roles outside of my family, on account of deeming my actual family members incapable of loving me "the right way" - while simultaneously harboring no ill-will towards them for this apparent inadequacy. what's funny about the familial love i've experienced is that it's automatically unconditional: even if i'm incapable of being loved "the right way", i always bear the capability of being loved in some capacity. i do have a lovely family! they've always loved me so much, and i've always known that! but, seemingly, i've always desired a sort of familial love which is impossible - for my family especially, but frankly for any family. i'm not sure where exactly these idealized notions of complete understanding and constant company came from, but they arose very early in my life, and i highly doubt i'll ever be able to shake them; to that end, then, i wonder if i'll ever be able to alter my definition of being loved "the right way" such that the familial love i've received is enough.

[pochapal]

tomorrow i will have been reading umineko for one whole year

[anoddopal]

Thinking about my chaotic Texan family! 🪚

No I WILL NOT be dragged out of pirate hell and onto another fixation!!

But those freaks are also on my mind atm!!