#actually drinking is the same for me

[faaun]

re: being immune to psychedelics…… do you take ssri’s? they’ll finish the effect of mushrooms & lsd bc of smth to do w/ serotonin receptors

i don't ! i used to several years ago [inconsistently] , but i don't take SSRIs anymore so i have no idea why...however i do have adhd which can mess up ur brain's default serotonin levels so it might be something to do w that....? i have no idea tbh ! it's rly odd bc i'm not like..fully immune i just need to take a ridiculous amt even tho i should have 0 tolerence built up 😭 idk

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[room217prayer]

Something to wonder about:

Amarantha, planning and inviting all the High Lords and their Courts to her party, to show them she has changed and wants to mend things with them. Even though she has been for centuries an enemy/evil for all of Prythian to see.

Rhysand, asking for a High Lords meeting, to form an alliance against Hybern and to show them that he's an ally, not an enemy. That he has never been one. He had only been "playing a role/wearing a mask". Even though he had been evil and horrible for more than 500th years, for all Prythian to see.

Tamlin, watching them both from the sidelines, being the only one who warned the High Lords - at both these instances - to not trust Amarantha/Rhysand, only to not be listened.

We know how it ended with Amarantha, I wonder how things will go with Rhysand... Who now is whispered to become the High King of Prythian... Sorry, what did Amarantha declare herself as, after that party? MHM.

[toxooz]

workin man (orc)

[lazylittledragon]

Hi I just wanted to ask how you are doing and have you drank some water and eaten something.

Thank you btw I love your art and tattoo work is so cool!

tHIS IS VERY SWEET

i am well!!! i actually drink pretty much just water during the day so i'm good for that dw

right now i'm having a mochi ice cream which i tried for the first time recently and it's my current favourite Little Treat

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

It's thirty til midnight 'n the house is crowded with the hot press of bodies. Someone's shoutin'. Actually, most of 'em are shoutin'. The living room stinks like the spilled beer Two's ground down into the carpet. The TV's playin'. Some New Year's special that Pony's glued to. The record players skippin' its way through a Christmas album. The tree's still up 'cause none of them would let Darry take it down 'til after New Year's.

Darry checks his watch once, runs his thumb absently over the face, compares it to the little glowin' clock above the stove, stands up 'n shifts past the card game Johnny has been creamin' Dallas at for the last half hour. Darry wasn't sure how he had any money to his name left. He steps over the coffee table 'n catches the hand of pure shit Dallas grins 'n ups the bet on. Good lord Johnny was gonna have the shirt off his back before the night was over.

Soda's bouncin' back 'n forth between the holiday special 'n the card game, offerin' commentary only Johnny seems to enjoy. Steve's got a huge bowl of popcorn Darry had fixed balanced on his lap, pitchin' kernels at Two's mouth as he dives for 'em.

Darry sighs, snatches one out of the air 'n pops it into his own mouth, steppin' out of the way so Two falls unceremoniously onto his knees with a grin.

"Hey! I was gonna catch that one!" Darry rolls his eyes, absently grabs Pony from where he had his nose three inches from the tube 'n hauls him back, much to Pony's indignation.

"Sure you were. Just like you were gonna catch the other thirty or so that I'm gonna have to vacuum outta the carpet." But he doesn't really mean it. The mood's high 'n Darry's just pleased to have 'em all together. Outta trouble 'n safe.

"Hey it ain't my fault Steve can't throw straight! He ain't exactly got your arm, Dar." Two wraps both hands around Darry's bicep 'n Darry hauls him up, danglin' like a monkey with his knees all bent.

"Hey!" Steve takes his opportunity 'n dives off the couch, nearly dumpin' the entirety of the bowl onto Dallas' head. Dally yowls, drops his cards onto the table 'n snatches for Steve's ankles to drag him back across the floor. Johnny leans over, tips the cards up, 'n grins to himself, then promptly sprawls to the side to avoid Darry shakin' Two off him 'n onto the floor.

Soda, never to be left out, throws himself into the mess of limbs until they're all a tangled mass of carpet burn 'n sharp-toothed peels of laughter. Darry disentangles himself, hovers in the doorway 'n watches them for a moment. Then he checks his watch again, adjusts the worn leather strap, peers at the clock on the stove glowin' softly through the darkness of the kitchen, 'n slips out the back door.

He knows his time is numbered 'cause Pony 'n Soda have always been herders. Had to know where everyone was at all times. But Pony's sleepy 'n zoned in on the TV like a lifeline 'n Soda's had two shots (both hastily over the kitchen sink 'cause Pony still thought Soda was drunk on the plain idea of bein' alive 'n they all liked to let him think it) so he had maybe just a few more minutes than usual.

It's fridged outside. The kinda cold that burns along his bare arms 'n makes his breath hang in low clouds around his face.

He can't really explain it. He's never been real good about the holidays. They're just... heavy. Even before, well, everythin'.

He crosses the porch, sinks down on the stair 'n blinks down the empty street. There's a light or two on. One house or the other still holdin' out for midnight. Most are quiet 'n dark 'n Darry's heart does an odd little flip in his chest.

He doesn't know why he thinks about the winter he was twelve 'n had been the best of friends with the boy that lived on the corner. Or why his stomach sinks when he thinks about how hard he'd cried when they had moved out. Inconsolable even when their mama had pulled him up into her lap (though he was too big for that. Too big for needin' his mama.) (that last bit was never true. He still needed his mama. Maybe more than he ever had before.) 'n had just cried 'n cried 'til Soda 'n Pony had come home from wherever they'd been 'n that had been that. 'Cause he shouldn't cry in front of his brothers. He should be strong for them.

Somethin' shatters to the ground inside 'n jerks Darry outta his memory.

"Sorry!" Someone hollers 'n Darry chuckles to himself. Man, maybe he shouldn't have had that last beer. He must be in too good of a mood 'cause he doesn't even think about goin' in to reem out whoever was breakin' shit. But he knows that's not true 'n it ain't the beer to blame.

He runs his hands up 'n down his arms, stands up 'n crosses the lawn, dead 'n dry in winter, leans against the fence 'n hisses when the metal bites into his arms. He sighs, kicks at the hole ripped in the bottom, smiles absently to himself.

Soda 'n Two had put that there. Had run one of those push petal cars so hard into it they'd both flown off 'n scraped knees 'n elbows 'n come crawlin' up the steps with, not two, but three missin' teeth between the two of them.

God, they must have been in middle school then. When had they grown up so much?

"Agh put me down you sonofabitch!" Somethin' else hits the ground but this time Darry's mostly sure it's a person. No one wails so he figures he's still safe. 'N he ain't ready to go back in yet.

He checks his watch, fiddles with the knob on the side, a nervous habit he's had since he was eighteen. Fifteen minutes to go. Plenty of time.

A breeze kicks up, swings the gate open 'n closed so it lets out a low, mournful squeal. It hadn't hung right since the summer Darry was ten. They'd always just jumped the fence, givin' each other the boosts they refused to ask for, gigglin' when their mama had called them coyotes, takin' runnin' starts 'n laughin' off when they misjudged it 'n came down hard on their knees. Their daddy had sworn he was gonna fix it every summer since.

He never got to.

Last month they'd had a real bad wind storm that pushed that old gate forlornly back 'n forth for hours, wailin' 'n moanin' until Darry had scowled 'n muttered he was gonna fix that goddamn thing if it was the last thing he ever did. 'N then he'd looked over at Pony 'n they both suddenly felt sick to their stomachs.

He never did get around to it.

The wind howls 'n Darry flexes his fingers, realizes suddenly its the only sound he can hear. He checks his watch again. Five minutes to go. He should go back inside.

But then he's runnin' his fingers around the face 'n thinkin' about the people not waitin' for him back in that hot 'n crowded living room. Thinkin' about how it ain't really his watch.

It had been his daddy's. His pride 'n joy. Thick leather strap 'n gold platin' around the face 'n it had been his granddaddy's before him. God, Darry had coveted it. Could remember bein' thirteen, runnin' fingers around 'n around it til it shone. Fifteen 'n askin' his daddy if he'd pass it down to him one day. Eighteen when he had put it in his hands on his graduation day.

You gotta watch out for it. The time flies, kiddo. Be careful how you spend it.

Darry doesn't hear the screen door slam, or the patterin' footsteps across the lawn, or the creak of the fence as someone leans against it til Soda's there, head restin' down on Darry's shoulder. Darry jumps, scrubs the back of his hand against the tears so hot against his flushed cheeks they burn. 'Cause he shouldn't cry in front of his brothers. He had to be strong.

"I figured I'd find you out here." Soda wraps a blanket, stolen from the couch, around Darry's arms 'n he suddenly realizes just how cold he is. He sighs, pulls Soda in 'n tucks him under his elbow.

"C'mon, Soda. You shouldn't be out here." 'N he shouldn't. 'Cause he shouldn't ruin everyone else's good time with his stupid achin'. "Let's get you back inside."

Soda tilts his head back 'n blinks up at Darry. Or, no he doesn't. He doesn't need to. Hasn't needed to look up to Darry in a long time, long since hit that final growth spurt that had their mama lettin' out all his jean hems 'n hopin' they stopped below his ankle. "You shouldn't be out here alone, Dar."

"I'm fine-"

"Oh, I know. You're fine. You're good. You're peachy." Soda sighs, drops his chin back down to Darry's shoulder. "You thinkin' about them?"

'N he is. But not really. He's thinkin' about all of them. About breakin' promises 'n not bein' careful enough. About turnin' around one day 'n Pony's not six years old 'n followin' Darry around 'cause he was still young enough to think Darry was the coolest person alive. That Soda's not ten years old 'n missin' his front tooth 'n a permanent bandaid on his knees 'n bringin' home one kid after another until their house was always full. That Johnny 'n Two 'n Dallas 'n Steve ain't just his brother's friends or strangers hangin' around his living room or even just good buddies.

"I'm thinkin' about my resolution." He pulls Soda in closer 'n somewhere down the street someone bangs pans together. A lone firework bangs off into the sky, lightin' his brother's face in a way that makes him look like he was a kid again, pressed against the window 'n tryin' so hard to stay awake.

"Well, don't leave me hangin'." Soda yawns, presses his face into Darry's chest to shield it from the wind.

Darry smiles softly to himself, runs a hand through Soda's hair, the lamp light bouncin' off the watch face when he lifts his wrist.

"I'm gonna keep some old promises."

I ain't gonna let time slip me by. The back door bangs open 'n when Darry turns he can see the shinin' grin on Two's face, his arm draped around Steve's shoulders. Pony leanin' hard on Dallas though Darry knows he'll claim he ain't tired. Johnny shiverin' in his too-big jacket.

"Come on, Dar! You're gonna miss it!" 'N Darry knows he means the ball drop or the announcer on TV or the end of the special but Darry can only smile ruefully, shift Soda closer to him 'n sweep him right off his feet to carry him inside.

You're right. You gotta be careful or you will. You'll miss it all.

tags 'cause y'all were so sweet in my other post I was like well I simply gotta finish this right now😭@trekkiehood @strxwberry-julius @marmaladedcroissant @wildestdreamcatcher @sarcasticallyexplicit11 @scalls @greasernamedbug

[ryllen]

You know I am surprise Sebek that is never jealous to anyone who is close to Yuu. It is a boys school and I can imagine some have crushes on her.

[sysig]

Maybe something with Mousey being jealous of Hunter and Smoker for one reason or another? hehe

Day 7 - There might be a reason for that

Bonus:

[dykedvonte]

I was rewatching mouthwashing, and I ended up thinking of the different reactions that Curly and Jimmy had in doing their tasks. How during the scene of Anya evaluating Jimmy and showing dread towards the idea of doing his evaluation, Curly was the one that offered to take it off her hands. He had no issue with adding more to his plate, because he knew - or well, thought, he knew that Jimmy wasn't going to "bullshit" with him since he's known him for a long time. When Anya hands Curly a note from Swansea, Curly goes to check out what the issue is and he takes care of it without a complaint, the only "complaint" he has is how this incident could have damaged the pods. Which is reasonable, those pods are their only way to be saved if anything tragic happens on the ship. However, in comparison to Jimmy being asked to do things, he's passive-aggressive about it. When Anya asks Jimmy if he could help her out with Curly's painkillers, he tells her that people should be worth their titles, specifically using her title as a nurse when she asked him for help and then when she says forget it, since he made her feel insecure, he still goes "Oh no, I'LL take care of it" as if he was doing a chore, a favor for her. Then, there's that part where he blows up at her for things that she didn't even ask him to do - more so the others asked him about it, like the code scanner, him deciding he needed to find the axe for the foam, and then, there's the medicine part (which when she does ask, and she reconsiders - going to do it herself, he takes that away from her). Jimmy complains about the tasks he has to do and he treats it like a big issue, a "woes me" that he has to do this and that - wanting the praise of the capital without actually doing any work. While Curly doesn't complain about it, in fact, he even mentions that he's aware of how well he is doing at his job as a Captain during that cockpit scene with him and Jimmy. If Jimmy only had to do a small amount of tasks to get irritated and annoyed at being captain, while Curly didn't which I feel like encapsulates their personalities. Curly understands what he's doing is a job, it's a responsibility, why would he complain at any point for doing what he's suppose too? Why would he be upset at people asking him to do tasks? While Jimmy on the other hand, isn't used to it at all and it's different to what he's had before and he's realizing that he doesn't actually like doing the work he has too. I just wanted to ramble about it even if it seemed kind of obvious xd

It’s obvious but it is a thing people miss or understate when trying to find parallels in Curly’s and Jimmy’s relationship/personalities.

Like the way people portray it as neither taking responsibility when it is almost split down the middle of Curly taking responsibilities and faults that shouldn’t be his and making himself unequipped to handle the ones that are while Jimmy refuses to handle the responsibilities he has because he wasn’t expecting the work that comes with them.

Not a lot to say but people forget that another thing the game comments on is prioritization of issues and responsibilities and how the guys fail at it in one way or another in the situation.

[akuma-tenshi]

i would like to introduce you all to the family my friend and i have created through sheer love of these characters

[jjsanguine]

As someone who drank beer for the first time aged 15 and did not finish it or drink ever again because beer tastes bad, that Shane has stress flashbacks to drinking a non alcoholic one is very funny to me

[curi0uscreature]

* Vhenshun: Finally, I’m OUT of that STINKIN WORKSHOP! Time to explore this new “islet” in this “mirror realm”

* Tauter:

[eatsbooks]

Eris gay awakening hcs

oh yes i sure do have those! so i personally write eris as bisexual with a bit of a comphet/keeping-up-appearances outward preference for females. he’s definitely attracted to both even so — when there is this much beauty around you, something as trivial as gender doesn’t quite matter — and in autumn, there are all manner of bedslaves for royal use. (and all manner of whores for common use.) i think fae across prythian are just generally way more open with sex and freaky shit than humans. kinda like … pleasure is pleasure. why limit yourself in any way over a life so long? the things we would take issue with, they wouldn’t even think twice about. of course there’s still varying levels of prejudice with that, but i think that pleasure is pleasure mindset is very much the case for eris, who i hc is suuuper desensitized to sex and sexual attention from a young age and uses sex with others in a very selfish, masturbatory way. where things get sticky though, especially in a traditional-values, continuation-of-the-bloodline ass court like autumn, is when it comes to romantic attraction.

allat said — i think eris knows very young that he’s sexually attracted to males as well as females. that’s nothing revelatory for him. he’ll take either or both to bed freely, and both will approach for a bite of him/his power. pretty much everyone he knows will take both to bed freely too. (beron doesn’t quite approve of this for his heir, but he’s of the you are a vanserra; you take what you want and do not ask permission mindset. even while expressing his disdain for eris when he takes males to bed, beron would still think it more shameful for eris to be cowed by him when it came to something like this. fucked up guy.) i think eris has a huuuuge hangup with being penetrated though. he associates that with domination, weakness, femininity. sex is always, always about power above all, and he always needs to be the one in control. he’ll play around and indulge himself and get real freaky, but no one is ever getting a leg over on him, and he’s only focused on taking his own pleasure from others, not pleasing them. because if he pleased them, they would be taking something from him.

so the first time he’s penetrated is really pivotal for him in his sexual journey! i (naturally) hc that it’s azriel who pops his cherry in that way. i wrote it in eiteio — but basically their hatefucking culminates into azriel eating eris out, which he has never allowed before, and eris comes in just absolutely record time. then azriel fucks into him (without any prep beyond his tongue which :/) but beyond the pain, which eris wanted out of their interaction anyway, the pleasure was revolutionary. much to eris’s chagrin. like after the fact, no pleasure he takes quite hits the same. (but that’s also cuz azris had been bonding in their fucked up way, and i hc eris as a demisexual who’s pretty much just forced into hypersexuality because of the inherent sex = power mentality among the vanserra boys, courtesy of beron’s parenting. but i digress.) i think that would be the case for any queer relationship eris entered, and this personal revelation would do a lot to help him mentally unpack his sexual trauma — if he’s with the right person.

but romantic attraction! that comes really late in life, and that is a very 🫨🫨🫨 moment for him. one that i think he would fight against initially — because again, that innate fact beaten into him of The Bloodline Must Continue. it happens so late in life though that he’s able to reckon with it eventually, because he’s already gotten to a point of deprogramming himself from beron by then. if it happened when he was still young (maybe sub 100yrs old?) then oh my god i think the crashout would be insane. because he still genuinely thinks proving himself to his daddy is 1) attainable and 2) something to strive for. so he would reject the fuck out of those feelings if they cropped up. BUT i just don’t think he has time for romantic feelings like that, female or male, when he’s young. beron has already shown him that his attention is a liability to those he loves, and those he loves are an external vulnerability he cannot afford to add to. he wouldn’t even be open to the possibility unless he was put in a Situation. but yeah — the gay romantic awakening would be a trip for him.

[killjoy-prince]

Cupsleeve event haul!!

[lunatic-fandom-space]

hot new idea for both a new sissi-movie AND a new vampire movie: elisabeth's a a vampire now. she gets bitten, or maybe she gets gets cursed sometimes they become vampires via curse yknow, and we just watch her deal with that for 90-ish minutes. actually, this reminds me of this one elisabeth das musical/tanz der vampire crossover fic where she gets bitten by count von krolock, they should just do a bigbudget adaptation of that specific fanfic actually

they should NOT do a vampire rudolf movie because I dont think that would be interesting at all on account of, rudolf movies seem to be cursed to always be the same boring bullshit unless hes not actually the protagonist (as evidenced by elisabeth das musical, der kronprinz (1989) and private sins public virtues being liked by me). what they SHOULD do instead is make a vampire movie that has a big vampire ensemble where some of the vampires are historical figures ala tanz der vampire, and rudolf is one of them and he has a headwound indicating that he still tried to kill himself in this universe but after he became a vampire and when that didnt work, he just didnt try again even though its usually pretty easy to kill yourself as a vampire. he has like two lines for the sake of making it clear to the audience that this is indeed That guy and not a Different, Unrelated guy whos also wearing that little blue uniform and also tried to shoot himself. mary is also there and a vampire but theyre not together anymore and it makes the audience go 'huh, i guess they werent "united in death"' or whatever they say in all those stupid movies. shes also a very minor character but she gets more lines than him

[yeonban]

Something else that snipes me is how Tobias (<-guy whose setting 99% of the time is DN/the 90s-00s) is unabashedly into men on main. So many of his acquaintances are closeted or denying their attraction to the same gender, and then you look over at how Tobias is doing and he's flirting with the entire bar, women and men alike, as if everyone in the 90s was widely accepting of non-traditional displays of attraction (they weren't). No shame no catholic guilt he's just paving the way for lgbt acceptance without even trying to be 😭