#how do I even tag this..

[losstfrost]

warm up and style testing Rahu as requested by my friends

[kagehiner]

i wish you would share with us your dark drafts on the pilot someday. and then turn it into a fic

haii my loveliest pookie this is 4 you..... this takes place right after Kageyama storms out and Daichi has a talk with Hinata ↓

The tires scrape loudly against concrete as Hinata halts the bike to a stop, watching as Kageyama drinks the fresh air. He ran pretty far, Hinata just catched up to him a minute ago, which reminds of what Daichi said about Kageyama and jogging.

“So even you get out of breath, hm, Kageyama-kun?”

“What?” Kageyama barks, fanning himself with his jacket. It made him look like a bird flapping its wings.

His heart is still brimming after that talk. It would be stupid to imply that Hinata knows Kageyama just after a few days of volleyball practice, but after everything Daichi said so far, it finally clicked. When Kageyama recruited him that day, shouting his request from the first floor like a madman, Hinata had thought the volleyball club must've been desperate. Enough to go out grabbing anyone by the scruff and telling them to spike out of the blue, going as far as expecting them to do it right. It's stupid. It's reckless. But Kageyama was smiling, and he had this aura about him that sparked in his eyes whenever he spoke.

So he found himself leaping and swinging his arm into nothing but air for hours, tiring his body out more than he ever did in gym class, the high of that compliment draining by the hour. Kageyama was loud and mean, yelling at him in such a way that had no resemblance to the boy who asked him to play just a few hours before. Volleyball wasn't that fun and Hinata barely made contact with the ball unless it fell into his head. He even threw up a little. Fully expecting to never go back, and daring God to intervene, Hinata sat outside wondering why he even followed Kageyama at all.

Daichi sat beside him, and Hinata just vomited every thought on his head. In hindsight, he didn't know these people and owed them no explanation if he ever wanted to quit, but they had no obligation to accept him either. And they did, no matter how mildly hostile the atmosphere was. So he talked.

He might've quit if it wasn't for Daichi encouraging words and insight on the harsh setter's intentions. To have that kind of trust on a complete stranger like Hinata; it sounded alien. But good. It felt good to hear.

“Why did you follow me?” Kageyama asks.

For a second, Hinata thinks they might be wondering the same thing. But Kageyama looks a bit pissed, like whatever is in his head couldn't just disappear by jogging it away. “Captain said to call you back inside. Practice is still on.”

“Worry about yourself. You do realize there's a practice match tomorrow, right?” Kageyama dismisses. “No matter what Tanaka says, you're playing!”

It's only been about a week, but Hinata learned to map out Kageyama's features a little bit. He is always sporting an ugly frown, but his eyes are clear. The insults he throws around carelessly aren't worth retorting. He is harsh, but believes in him. And Kageyama might've shared tidbits of his love for volleyball, but Hinata doesn't yet know why he's so obsessed with it apart from the thrill of winning.

Hinata digs his nails into his palms, speaking to the ground but hoping his words reach Kageyama. “I’m a newbie, and I keep dragging the team down. Half of them wish I never joined. And I don't think I'm skilled enough to play tomorrow,” Hinata says. “I’ll just mess up and cause problems for everyone else… Then we'll drift even further from victory.” He can sense that Kageyama wants to interject, so he raises his head so quickly it hurts. “I think—I might not even like volleyball. I, uh, I got so excited when you believed in me, and I thought maybe I could do this. But you can't do what you can't do. I'm not… like you,” Hinata grits out, ignoring how his voice wavers pathetically. “I can't just summon confidence and do it!”

Kageyama is peering at him openly, his bangs pushed aside gently by the breeze. Still frowning, the setter opens his mouth as if to speak, most likely something unnecessarily crude and mean. But Hinata hops on his bike once again and pedals away, the wind cooling his cheeks as he groans.

That was not what he meant to say at all.

Hinata stares at nondescript patterns on the ceiling while the disquiet of his heart prevents him from sleeping. Flashes of his one-sided conversation with Kageyama keep popping up in his head. He recoils in the dark while remembering how riled up he got, yelling out with boiling hot tears pooling on the corners of his eyes.

When Hinata ran to get his bike and catch up to Kageyama, that was not the interaction he reversed over and over until he saw the setter's shadowy figure. Something about Kageyama's hunched over form, panting wildly with dry lips; it frustrated him. The fact that Kageyama was affected enough to run away, how he didn't fight him, and the way his eyes softened. It felt like Hinata didn't know who he was at all, which he doesn't. But somehow it seemed as though a layer of Kageyama's walls had lowered just enough to see past it. The fear and frustration boiling up behind them mirroring Hinata's pathetic excuse of a will to fight.

Hinata sighs. Tomorrow will be the first time they'll all play together in an actual game, even if it's just a practice match... People will be expecting something from him he fears he can't measure up to. Kageyama sure is underestimating him. What Tanaka said is true: all he can do is jump high.

So he will. He may be cowardly and pathetic, but he can jump, and that's all Kageyama is realistically asking of him. Everything else just melts into noise as he closes his weary eyes.

[eulers-babe]

for no reason whatsoever here’s a reminder that if you consider yourself a leftist/punk/abolitionist/anarchist/radical in any sort of way and get called into jury duty, you are to become the most square person on earth during the jury questionnaire!!!

don’t be that guy who says fuck the police in the jury questionnaire! that just gets you sent home! if you want to generate change, interact with the case and use your jury vote for good! ESPECIALLY if it’s a high profile case!

[fox-bright]

I am never going to be able to leave Reddit.

[magentasnail]

it was all too much, and now I have nothing left

[thefangirl-16-blog]

WHO WILL WIN

[maryellencarter]

i think the hill i'm going to die on here is that lasting anti-fascist activism begins and ends with unrestricted social services.

protests are great. kind of indispensable right now. but in times when we can be less reactive, you want to know what you're protesting *for*, not just against.

today i saw a post elseweb saying "why aren't white women fleeing maga? they have to know by now that tradwife means sex slave". and like... it's very simple. they can't leave because they would end up like me.

they're, we're, deliberately made unemployable so that we'll have to marry whatever mediocre white man picks us out. as it happened, i was unappealingly intersex, fat, butch, and autistic, so none of the mediocre white boys of my generation ever took a second look at me, but that didn't give me job skills or career connections.

i knew multiple women whose husbands divorced them and took the house as part of their midlife crises. they had to send the kids to live with relatives and take dead-end jobs like bagging groceries because they were in their forties with zero job experience. if they'd rejected the worldview, if they'd alienated their families and what few friends didn't victim-blame them for the divorces, they'd have had nowhere to turn.

it's been over twelve years since i got out. psychologically, medically, i'm healthier. but i've chased a fresh start through half a dozen states. i spent my inheritance getting a degree. none of it helped. there are no supports for abandoning (or being abandoned by) your support network.

you won't defeat fascism until my people are free to leave the cult if they realize they want out. until we can access free housing to get away from financial abuse, free comprehensive job training and placement services to help us start careers, national healthcare so we can flee across state lines if necessary without losing any medical care we're lucky enough to have access to, protections for children and teens so they can flee without needing a parent's help... universal basic income would be really good but there are smaller steps that could help with financial independence.

and it all has to be available to everybody, including people you think are "unworthy". people who hold the wrong opinions. drug addicts. people whose husbands or parents make too much money. people who aren't from around here. unrepentant bigots. if they want out, you have to give them a path out. minds can change later, once people are less scared and less pressured.

(i'm ex-catholic. do you want to hear about what happens when you force people to profess certain beliefs in order to access basic assistance? i have two thousand years of examples.)

"but if they really wanted out they'd do the Right Thing and leave without support!" Better to be one man's sex slave than turning tricks on the street. "staying just proves they're actually evil and there for the bigotry!" Live in your car for six months in 100°F heat, twice, and then talk to me again. There's no virtue in cutting yourself off from society just to prove some kind of moral point. All that does is get you dead or worse.

("JT, you're not dead" I'm a fucking cockroach. Most people would be dead by now. Survival bias goes both ways; we're not all the same model of airplane.)

[malenjoyer]

Check out my wares (thick soup)

my humble rating via Bruce:

[neostellarjpg]

i like ralsei hes so regular and nothings going on with him

[patopq]

mother

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead

[whatsorryiwasntlistening]

being a writer is so wild. Like I could make Shrek and Captain America kiss if I wanted

[spectraling]

Robot arm havers and enthusiasts unite

[fisheem4mmal]

We finally reached you

Happy 5th Anniversary Twisted Wonderland!! Thank you for an incredible 5 years!

[egophiliac]

GET LOVED, IDIOT

GET LOVED SO HARD YOUR KIDS HOLD HANDS AND POWER-OF-LOVE YOU BACK TO LIFE

sorry guys, this is just my brain now. this is going to be the only thing I think about for the next week at least.

oh and also this

FIVE YEARS IN AND IT'S FINALLY CANON 🎉🎉🎉

WE DID IT

[areyouscaredyet]

im not particularly religious but i think it’s very cute that Trans Day of Visibility and Easter are on the same day this year :)

its no question that something like this could be triggering or upsetting to a number of queer ppl given the current sociopolitical climate, so i want everyone to remember that u are loved! Regardless of what u or others believe, there are ppl who will love and support you always. Give yourself patience and treat yourself with care!!!

happy and peaceful TDOV everyone!! And Easter to those who celebrate :D