#and some other problems

[embervoices]

*Runs outside* *Spins around 3 times* *Spits over left shoulder*

"GODSDAMN FUCKING SHITTY CURSED DAMNED PLAYS LET ME BACK IN THE FUCKING THEATRE NOW YOU ASSHOLES!"

girl I would kill myself if I did that lol

[creekfiend]

something that drives me insane on a relatively regular basis as a body jewelry understander is talking to people who have sensitive skin who are like "oh well I just can't wear any earrings without my ears getting inflamed" and I say "well what have you tried" and they say "well I've tried sterling silver and I've tried gold..." and it's like. ok. I don't know how gold and sterling somehow got spun by the jewelry industry as being especially good for sensitive skin but whenever I'm like "well have you tried implant grade titanium" they're always like "no....... but I've tried sterling silver... and it didn't work ..." like. I don't know how this narrative about sterling silver somehow got so strong but when they put pins in your fucking legs when you snap your leg in half are those pins made of sterling silver or are they made of implant grade titanium or surgical steel????????? HELLO. HI. YOU MIGHT BENEFIT FROM TRYING IMPLANT GRADE TITANIUM I AM JUST SAYING

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[queerasflux]

man I wish people understood how much it sucks ass to be neurodivergent and trying to find the middle ground where people like/tolerate you. like, I'm either "boring" (trying to wait my turn in conversations, holding space for other people, taking a back seat to let others get some spotlight) or "too much" (too loud/talking too much, getting excited to share, trying to participate in group conversations/activities). No one really talks about how much of being neurodivergent is just sort of trying to make yourself palatable.

I feel like so much of my life has been spent trying to find this effortless sort of middle ground everyone else seems to automatically already know, and I'm always swinging too far one way or the other. I'm lucky to have neurodivergent friends who grok me, but goddamn I wish that I could just like, exist without the constant background script in my brain that's like "you're being too loud. You're not talking enough. you're being self-centered. you're being boring. you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong." I feel like I'm back in high school trying to make friends but stuck as the eternal "weird kid"

it's just... lonely and sucks bad.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

not "i ship these characters" or "i want them to bond platonically" but a secret 3rd thing (I want them to be forced to interact by the Narrative bc they would HATE that)

[lazylittledragon]

i am losing my entire shit right now, this single panel caused a nuclear disaster in my ig comments when someone said "halsin just saying 'astarion's partner' instead of his name feels icky"

which is such a fucking reach by itself but descended into this in about 5 seconds

[livinghalfway]

Mini Prompt: Hit and Run

It’s a surprisingly quiet night in Gotham, because of this everyone is currently gathered on some random rooftop for the time being; even Jason.

Bickering and joking taunts are being thrown around by all of them when suddenly a figure is zooming past most of them. Only for the unknown threat to tackle Jason. Throwing the two of them across the roof.

When the two finally come to a stop the unknown, a boy with white hair and green eyes, is on top of Jason. Just as everyone is recovering from the shock and rushing to help, the boy slams his hand deep into Jason’s chest. He is then pulling out a toxic green substance.

They try to attack the threat and get him off of Jason, but everything just goes right through him. Luckily the boy doesn't seem to want anything to do with the rest of them, and just as quickly as this all started it's over. As the boy simply disappears from sight right in front of them all.

Jason on the other hand is left on the ground gasping for breath. When they finally get him calm enough to tell them how he's feeling the first thing Jason tells them is that the pit rage is gone.

[potatobugz]

objects loving objects baby!!!!

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

He gets it.

[sesamestreep]

it’s wild to me that like every modern adaptation of Sherlock Holmes (and by modern I mean “made recently” not “set in modern times”) is like Hell Bent on coming up with a Reason™️ that Watson stays with Holmes and trots around with him on adventures all the time despite the inconvenience and the danger and all, and so it’s like “oh, Watson’s a gambling addict, he loves uncertainty and mystery” or “oh, Watson’s an adrenaline junkie, he gets off on being constantly in danger from criminals” or even like “Watson’s atoning for sins of the past of BEING IN THE WAR by solving crimes with Holmes now” or WHATEVER. And it’s like, girl, maybe he’s just in love! Did you think of that?? Maybe he’s got a crush and it’s making him do stupid things. Maybe he’s just got bad taste and his type is guys who don’t know how to refold newspapers properly but can identify different types of cigar ash by sight, smell, and taste. And wrote a monograph on the subject. Maybe he’s down bad is all. I mean, Keep is simple, stupid!!!

[lazylittledragon]

so uhhhhhhhh. not to be cryptic and bitchy on main but congratulations to everyone in my messages for like 5 months on being right i guess

[bragginball-z]

Dean def indulges in some pretty raunchy dirty talk/flirting (it is hopelessly porny and cheesy). But Cas, who is so deeply enamored with Dean, thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard and it never fails to get him all riled up. But like, from an outsiders perspective it’s just BAD. Like Sam walked in to the bunker kitchen to find Dean under the sink, fixing away, with Cas watching him work and helping by handing him things. He froze in the doorway when he saw Dean PURPOSEFULLY flip over on to his stomach with his shoulders still in the cupboard and pretend to be ‘stuck’. Then, he saw Dean arch his back and begin complaining in a WAY too excited voice that he was stuck and needed some “rigorous motion” to help shake him loose and that he needed the angel to “take a turn checking HIS pipes”. Cas looked alarmingly into everything Dean was saying and was already shrugging off his trenchcoat and after that Sam just spun on his heel and tried to mentally block ever seeing and hearing that.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

finally at that age where i'm thinking i should get a tattoo. not bc i feel strongly about it, just seems like a waste not to. i've got so much skin i'm not using

[a-healthy-dose-of-apathy]

how it feels knowing you’ve hurt other people by accident due to your personality disorder and can’t go back in time to fix it so the relationship is either dead or damaged:

[erme-maererme]

this may come off as nitpicky but please. even magic does not look like dragon age magic in veilguard. it's too sci-fi. where are all the dark mysterious ruins with runes and veilfire that make you wonder about what they once were. why am i suddenly removing force fields with lazers. (it came to me suddenly that you also can't tell at all by looking at the ruins in arlathan what these buildings used to be for. because surely it wasn't just to randomly store a chest or a sole bridge-summoning crystal). bellara is also a mechanic and not even a little bit mage now (see all the "tinkering"). and why does minrathous have a speaker system. surely there are ways to depict an oppressive magical state that do not require putting modern technology into your fantasy world. although i see how it may become a problem when you forget what even phylacteries are (you have to destroy lucanis's "blood" instead while breaking him out). and it does look flashy that all the companions have at least some kind of magical abilities and that magic is used creatively, however i'm sorry but thedas is also not that magical. in previous games even when warriors or rogues got special abilities, they were tied to them being unique to the character (eg fenris) and you still could have regular people in your party, most rogues/warriors that you would see fight have been regular people, and this makes the impression of the presence and use of magic in thedas drastically different from the previous games.

somehow the exaggerated design instead of realism has been less jarring for me than this storytelling emptiness of the design in the end. but buildings float now i guess

[jelly-opal]

I love you writers that love Satine Kryze.

That write Satine as sharp and tough and so incredibly good. That write Satine as a crackshot and an expert at hand-to-hand. As someone who has killed and who never wants to do it ever again. As someone who never wants anyone to be killed on her behalf. Or as someone who has never killed and hopes to never have to.

I love you writers that write about Satine’s parents. That explain her upbringing. That write Bo-Katan as her twin sister or her baby sister. Her sister who is much younger or just a little younger. Her sister who she misses and hopes is okay, despite everything.

That write about Satine’s time with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. That write her as adoring Qui-Gon, or not trusting Qui-Gon quite yet. That write her as loving Obi-Wan from the day they met or hating Obi-Wan at first and loving him later. That write Satine as older or younger than Obi-Wan. As taller or shorter than him, or the exact same height.

That write her as a caf drinker, or a tea drinker, or a martini drinker. Or all three.

That write Satine in a canon-compliant story, an AU, a time-travel tale, a modern-day adventure.

I love you writers that write her as an amazing individual and an amazing partner. An amazing aunt or an amazing mother or both. That write her as Padme or Ahsoka’s mentor. As Breha’s best friend. As a mother figure to Anakin when he needs one. As a friend to Shmi in a universe where they get to met. As a ride-or-die to Quinlan. As Dex's favorite customer. As Palpatine's nightmare. As an advocate for the Clones in a world where they see peace and need a place to call home.

That write her as completely devastated about what has become of Mandalore but determined until the end to make it right.

That write her as short-tempered. As resolute. As patient and kind. As a no-nonsense straight-shooter. As a flirt. As an artful debater. As vulnerable and guarded. As brave and scared. As witty, brilliant, enchanting.

I love you writers that love Satine Kryze.