#its a difficult process

[yoylefake]

Besties with my evil shadow self (also fries is here to help)

[shinotail]

day 9

[helloimamistake]

I think they kissed sometimes but idk

[irusanw4]

Alright yeah I want/need to do all of this so let's try this out.

25 notes = Finish crocheting bearded dragon from scrap yarn

75 notes = Find and finish crocheting owl and crochet his crown

125 notes = Start using a self care app again

150 notes = Crochet a seagull plush

175 notes = Track my sleep again

250 notes = Crochet my fursona plush

300 notes = Begin learning C#

400 notes = Try again at learning pixel art

600 notes = Set a consistent schedule for showering and actually follow it

800 notes = Begin work on a Rain World mod

1200 notes = Try to get hired as a page at the local library

1750 notes = Buy a chest binder

2500 notes = Finally resume therapy and try to get a different therapist

5000 notes = Clean my room? Might change this one if I can think of something more important, but for now it sticks

OLD 5K NOTES GOAL, NO LONGER APPLICABLE: Come out to relatives as non-binary and tell them my new name (yeah this one just kinda Happened lol, it was surreal)

And some tags!

@fymo-blogs @therewillbenoromance @theshaddowedsnow @wxtchesheart @the-principality-of-sealand @non-tyrannical-usa (sorry countryverse members I don't have big moots lol)

[ew-selfish-art]

DPx DC Au: Might as well be brothers. Young Justice hears about a regional hero disappearing, and while they've never met the guy, Red Robin's contacts say that Ra's is hunting him for afterlife/immortality related reasons.

Tim drake hates the annoying white uniform he's wearing but breaking into this place is crucial to his 24 hour plan to rescue Phantom. He'd never even heard of the guy until a week ago when Pru came to him with info that Ra's was looking into Midwest Real Estate, and then Tim stumbled down the rabbit hole of Ghost conspiracy theories until he saw an article demanding that local officials speak on the hero's absence of 10 days. 10 days was short enough that Tim might find a sign of life and well, another federal agency being hacked by Red Robin is nothing new.

So now, he's walking down the halls with these stupid fucking glasses and this stupid fucking suit while Kon listens from the comfort of the surveillance van. He takes a turn and sees the track suits that the illegally detained inmates are wearing, and pivoting the plan, makes his way to a locker room to get one and get changed. It does take him an extra second and he considers that this might bite him- but Tim knows the place inside and out. He's scoured all their data, and sue him for being cocky, but he has a literal alien ready to tear the place apart waiting for his heart rate to jump above 80 bpm. which is a pretty low heart rate all things considered.

Tim gets exactly where he's meant to go, and waits only a few minutes before he see's the science team extract Phantom from the high security room.

Phantom doesn't make it clear if he notices Tim, but he's basically being dragged by the couple, so Tim decides to beat them to their destination. The experimental wing had shown up in their reported data not long after they made it extremely obvious that they had Phantom in their data output.

Tim's already in the room when he starts to notice that it's not exactly a room... more like a mechanical space. The way the corners curl in the room make it almost tube like... Portal like.

Phantom is thrown in and Tim grabs him the second the scientists leave, but the kill switch key Tim made to get them out isn't working for this door like it did all the others.

"Not... Not a door."

"We're in some sort of device aren't we? Something of their own design that the government isn't aware they're funding?"

"Portal. You've gotta get out, even if you get caught, you gotta get out now."

Tim's comm comes alive in his ear, its Kon responding to Tim's heart rate rising- and Tim is hesitant to call him in but ultimately tells him to start flying over for extraction.

Then the portal goes off, and while he feels pain, he doesn't feel different. Bright light subsiding, Kon's arms around him with a confused voice, and lots of lasers being fired his way... Tim wakes up to see a much younger Phantom looking at him from the other side of the young justice couch.

Kon, Bart and Cassie are all fighting at a white board that's been wheeled in but Tim can only yawn and blink his way into consciousness enough to give a shit.

Black haired and blue eyed, button nosed with large ears, a wry thin lipped smile... Tim realizes that Phantom looks incredibly similar to his younger self. And then Tim looks at his much smaller hands and realizes that he probably looks a lot more similar to his younger self than normal.

Taking in the scenery once more, the white board is divided on the traits Tim has to the children sitting left and right on the couch. Kon didn't know who was who. That meant that maybe... the government didn't either.

Phantom turns out to be a pretty chill dude despite all the trauma, and he's incredibly prepared to both fuck with Ra's and the government in their newly found childhood twin-ship.

One of the twins is scarier than the other, and despite Danny literally haunting them, its always Tim.

(Okay now its some one else's turn :D )

[sketchcakes]

desolation row gerard carry me through the rest of winter please

high res version that doesn't loop under the cut

[bitchfitch]

I had a shrink appointment today and while I could not see it I knew my doc was going through the five stages of grief while I explained my fool proof strategy for doing my t shots despite a crippling fear of needles: By abusing my vastly more crippling fear of being an inconvenience.

My mother and I play phasmophobia together every week. she usually has a pretty limited time to do this bc she's like. a doctor and a college professor whos always busy. So I asked her to just. hold me to doing them. We don't start playing until the shot is done. so my needle fear doesn't matter because now it's Wasting™ her time and I have to do it quick. Using one neurosis to defeat another.

It's a horrible coping mechanism because it's feeding the inconvenience fear, but it is definitionally a coping mechanism.

[seeminglyunconcious]

Eros in Chains [I/III]

Due to the advancement of technology, video games can be fully played with full immersive features allowing one to experience a 1:1 digital world as if it was real life itself! Being the freaks that they are, Lukey convinced Pangi to try an old game out- Chained Together.

Explicit [[tw: breath play]]

Inspired by Pankey's playthrough of Chained Together!

Chapter II

Read online or down below!

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” A roar echoed throughout the valley at the bottom of Heaven's Ladder, in the red horizon the black shadows of imps flew haphazardly into the sky. Before the stone gate leading into the valley, two figures were rolling around on the ground trying to strangle the other. Given the location— Hell— it wasn’t an uncommon sight to see, but the two happened to be connected by giant shackles at the hip, something less uncommon in modern depictions of the underworld.

Curses and the clanging of metal echoed thrice more times before it died down enough to be drowned out by Hell’s ambient noise: the screeches of devils and expulsion of sulphuric gas from its depths.

Two figures stood at the entrance to Heaven’s Ladder… for the upteenth time.

Pangi deeply exhaled, determined eyes pointedly ignoring the dirty blonde who shared the shackles next to him. “Next time Lukey, can you lock the fuck in? It’s just some barrels. We’ve gotten further than that before.”

“It’s just some barrels~” Lukey mocked, arms crossed, equally pissed. “You try jumping without sprinting first and see if you feel so confident.”

“I do!”

“Well, you’re too slow. Sorry, I’m attempting to speedrun the bits we’ve already done who knows how many times.”

“That’s the thing! I don’t care if you do- I thought we agreed on having a signal when we needed to jump together?!”

“We have eyes, shouldn’t need to be said when you can see the other person jump.”

“You’re impossible!” Pangi threw his hands into the air with exasperation and walked under the gate silently muttering to himself.

“What? Gonna threaten to not use a condom again? Not, like they have your fav- AH!” With a yank of the chain and a yelp, Lukey fell to the ground and was dragged across the stone slabs towards the elevator that signalled the start of a new attempt.

The older man looked up at his partner with squinted eyes, “Rude.”

Pangi didn’t even give him the satisfaction of looking down. “You look and sound better when you keep your mouth shut.”

Lukey rolled his eyes and turned away, fiddling with his end of the chain as the lift slowly went up to the first set of obstacles upwards. Pangi had long become bored with the process: it was just clear cut jumping, some walking, and climbing before the real test began around the wooded tower area. Being completely honest, they were a pretty good team, awesome even, he couldn't understand why Lukey kept screwing up some of the jumps and obstacles where they had already analyzed a proper response for.

It was fine the first handful of times as they settled into their groove. Small mistakes here and there, some banter, playful threats… but somewhere along the way the line between play and genuine feeling had become quite blurred. He couldn’t tell if the other was purposely sabotaging them or if they were just here to humour him.

Pangi silently followed Lukey’s lead who was going off on some tangent about a proper technique to run through the Bone Maze.

“See here, come stand here Pangi. I’m going to show you something,” before the sentence was even finished he felt the pull of the chain dragging him over to the spot Lukey was standing at. “If we just rush along the bones here and jump from skull to skull, theoretically we can shave a lot of time in the future. Of course, only if we fall straight to the bottom again.”

He wanted to bash his silly little grin into the bones at the mention of falling.

Breathing in slowly and exhaling, Pangi controlled his impulses. “Alright, we’ll do it your way.”

Why doesn’t Hell have alcohol?

The two made it about halfway across before Lukey- of course- messed up and went the wrong way, completely negating any time they shaved off by executing his plan.

“See… this wasn’t supposed to happen.” He then burst into a fit of laughter, providing half-assed apologies in between gasps of air.

Pangi groaned, “This is why we should’ve just gone the tried and true method of walking the line…”

“Fine, fine. If I wasn't chained to you though, I’d totally prove you wrong. My way would’ve worked.” Lukey held his hands up in faux surrender, gesturing towards Pangi to lead the way.

“I wish I had alcohol or music.”

“Wouldn’t be Hell would it?”

“It became that way the moment I met you, I just didn’t realize you were the devil in disguise.”

“Excuse me mister, do you even recall the first question you asked me? If anything, you orchestrated this whole endeavor from the moment we first met. Just couldn’t handle not getting a piece of this all for yourself~” Lukey made a show off gesture towards his own body to which Pangi pulled the chain again, making the older man scream as he fell off the ledge. He had to admit, he did enjoy this part of their climb.

—

They were finally back at the wooden tower… barracks? If Pangi were to describe it, it would lean more towards some amalgamation of a watchtower that was caught in the process of the creation of Heaven’s Ladder. There were simply too many off-the-cuff bedrooms, weaponry, and rope around to be one or the other.

“So are we just gonna stand around lolly-gaggin’ or are we actually gonna start climbing?” The too-perky and sunshiny British voice invaded Pangi’s ears. If thoughts could kill, Lukey would’ve died a million times over today alone.

Pangi gave his partner in chains a side-eyed stare, tempting the many ideas that had filled his head as they climbed up to this spot a number of times enough to lose interest in keeping track.

A hint of a grin made its way onto his face before quickly fading, “Actually, why don’t we look around a little more in the rooms. Maybe there’s a shortcut upwards we missed?”

The sudden shift in tone wasn’t lost to Lukey, who had visibly backed off a step. “Ohh kay… and why the sudden change of heart?”

“I don’t know, just felt like taking your advice alright? If we keep falling down, we might as well find ways to speed our way up when we do.” Pangi’s tone was dangerously sweet, like a honey trap. Lukey being the way he was, rubbed a hand on his chin in thought before tentatively accepting the offer.

It was too easy, this fucking guy.

“Before we do-” Sometimes tempting fate was the destiny of a hamster no matter which universe they’re in. “Admit I was right. Say, ‘Lukey, I was wrong, and you were right. Like always!’”

He was too cocky and for what? Pangi didn’t like that.

WHAM!

“Pangi—!”

Lukey was slammed against the wall of the nearby room, knocking the wind out of him. Pangi stood slightly above- one hand sitting comfortably on Lukey’s neck and the other pinning slender wrists above his head.

“Duuude.” Pangi dragged out the vowel and licked his lips, “Sometimes, you have to just shut up and take the win, y’know?” He squeezed Lukey’s neck slightly, eliciting a dry gasp from him. Their eyes made contact, there was no hatred, only determination and curiosity.

“And I get it, it’s not often we get to have a little solo experience together like this. You probably have so many pent up emotions under there huh? Craving my attention without asking. Ragebaiting me in hopes I do something— anything, right?”

Pangi leaned forward, his mouth next to Lukey’s ears. “So, I hope you’re happy, Lukey.” He pressed a light kiss on his ear and slightly nipped at the lobe.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He waited a little longer, watching Lukey attempt to break free and grow increasingly red before letting go.

The younger man leaned back, putting his hands on his hips, admiring the flushed mess the usually oratory boy had become under a little teasing with a smirk. His neck and wrists were a brilliant shade of red, a temporary reminder of how well fitting Pangi’s hands were to Lukey’s body.

“What. The. Fuck.” Lukey said in deep gasping breaths. “You know I have asthma!”

“And we’re both straight…” A retort followed with rolled eyes.

“Fuck you! Least I don’t go around being jealous when I talk to other people, I keep it in the game.” The blonde glared at him, dusting himself off; conveniently, the already loose tunic fell off one shoulder exposing a clean bit of unmarred skin to the elements.

“Plus! I actually admit when I’m wrong instead of playing nonchalant and blaming other people for my mistakes. Not to mention, I give you genuine advice when I see us repeating a mistake.” Lukey had slowly walked over to the side, one of the beds they had joked about being heaven behind him, before further goading Pangi on who had walked close to him.

There was a dangerous light in Pangi’s eyes, one that reflected off Lukey’s own dilated pupils. “Oohhhh, so we’re twisting facts now?”

When had they gotten that close? 

“Didn’t see anybody complaining when they were pinned against a wall just now.”

What were they talking about again? Pangi’s eyes flicked down, watching Lukey wet his chapped lips, biting on his own.

Lips and teeth crashed, “Fuck!” “Idiot!”

They both backed off, holding a hand up to their mouths while staring at the other.

“Thought you would’ve known how to handle a kiss being the 6ft, handsome, humble man you claim to be. Guess we all lie to compensate.”

Pangi rushed him, knocking Lukey against the edge of the wood that carried the mottled mattress. Lukey couldn’t even register the pain behind his legs before another shot of adrenaline shot to his head. Pangi had kissed and sucked a hickey on his exposed shoulder!

“Mmhmm, you talk too much.”

The younger strung kisses along Lukey’s shoulder to his jawline— a hand pulling the hair just beneath the nape of his neck back— to his open mouth, “Shut up and be pretty.” It was said in an authoritative whisper followed by a rough and messy kiss: lips moving desperately against the other, a minute clash of teeth, their bodies pulling themselves together and pushing them apart in some odd satisfying rhythm. Pangi bit Lukey’s lower lip, slowly pulling it into his own, and bit a little harder till that metallic taste made itself known.

Their shared moan harmonized.

And then everything stopped with Pangi pulling away with a satisfied grin, wiping his mouth with his wrist. His tongue darting out, as if to taste any residue of Lukey left.

Before him Lukey with frazzled hair, swollen lips, and a rather dumb look on his face, was struggling to keep himself situated on the lofted bed. Pangi looked down further, admiring his work on his shoulders and the rising situation some fiber trousers couldn’t hide. He was kind of glad the game didn’t give them much to work with, certainly left a lot to imagination in moments like this.

“There’s nothing to compensate for. Just didn’t feel like giving you the real thing. You don’t deserve it.” And with that Pangi left the small room, the loose chain ever growing tense as he walked further away to Lukey’s dismay.

“Wait! Y-you can’t just—” He fell, scrambling to get up, before finding Pangi already halfway up the ladder to the next section.

“Okay, Lukey lock in!” He laughed without looking back.

Pangi could practically feel the resentment below him. Suitable they were in Hell, at least he had an excuse to be an ass. He kept climbing, with a thought of the many obstacles ahead and the many times they’d probably visit this exact spot.

It wasn’t wrong to reward good behavior right?

[serpentface]

Question about Couya! Since she is a bastard what are the reasons about her being brought into the main family by her father. Was it genuine care for his child or a way to save face politically/socially? Is her birth mother alive? Do you think she would have had a better life growing up anywhere else?

This is in large part due to how cultural perceptions and legal punishment of adultery varies between male and female citizens, looped into the very strictly patrilineal kinship system.

By legal definition, the word for 'adultery' applies only to situations where a man has an affair with a married woman, or a married woman has an affair with any man. Other forms of affairs (eg a married man having an affair with an unmarried woman) are wrapped into a broader set of sexual misdemeanors and aren't often charged or punished in practice, and the punishments are comparatively minor (if an unwed woman's father pursues charges, the man in the affair is likely to just pay a fine). On a social level, extramaritial affairs in general are certainly not Approved of and seen as lowly and dishonorable, but the average response is significantly less harsh/more willing to entertain Nuance with men than with women.

In this society there's differentiated shades of bastardry depending on the contexts of the child's birth, as well as a distinction for 'nameless bastards' (has not been claimed by their biological father or maternal grandfather, or claimed in adoption).

a) A child born to an unmarried woman via an unmarried man: non-issue for father, potentially serious social harm for the woman (especially if she has never been married and expected virginal, much less severe as a widow or divorcee). The child will not be notably disadvantaged in of themselves (their status will depend more on whether they are claimed and thus provided the social security of a family patriarch), the father will experience no hard disadvantages in claiming them.

b) A child born to an unmarried woman via a married man: mild sexual misdemeanor for the father carrying levels of social shame, even more serious social harm for the woman (often framed as not just loose but a manipulative Seductress of a married man). The child might experience minor to moderate social disadvantages, the consequences of the father claiming them are purely social and will not typically be severe. (Couya is this)

c) A child born to a married woman via an unmarried or married man: both man and woman have committed a crime and can be severely punished. The biological father can technically claim the child but will be disincentivized from doing so. This is the form of bastardry most comparable to the conventional definition, in that it is heavily stigmatized and has effects on concerns of kinship and inheritance.

In addendum to this, if the adulterous wife's legal husband claims the child, this may be punishable if determined to be active concealment of adultery (which is also a crime), and has EXTREME social consequences either way. (Either you're a cuckold too stupid to notice that your wife has been skipping out on you, or you're a MEGAcuckold adultery-accessory willingly rearing another man's child after being horribly shamed by him).

(This is separate from adoption- a man who marries a woman with an unclaimed child after the fact (whether it was a product of adultery or just a general out of wedlock birth) and claims the child is an adoptive father, he is not concealing adultery or being cuckolded.)

A child born in an affair can be considered an heir to their biological fathers (descent and kinship is fully patrilineal and on a Basic level it doesn't matter who the mother is), and can very smoothly and legally be claimed when the affair was not considered criminal adultery. The concern on that front is social perception rather than material legal consequences or kinship issues.

Couya's birth mother was an unwed servant working as a housekeeper for her father Saizen, so the Crime of adultery did not take place. It would be considered a minor sexual misdemeanor, and the woman's father was not about to pursue charges against a nobleman who could Ruin him (and had also formally expressed that he would claim the child, which meant he would not be saddled with a nameless bastard granddaughter). So the concerns here were entirely social.

The affair might have started beforehand but the pregnancy that produced Couya occurred after his wife's third viable pregnancy ended in the premature birth of a underdeveloped boy deemed necessary to euthanize (and tbr would Not have survived either way). This was after Livya Haidamane had a couple early term miscarriages, two viable but very difficult pregnancies wherein one child was very weak and sickly for the first several years of life, and struggled to conceive every time. A lot of people are going to be at least a little sympathetic to a married man having an affair and claiming a bastard in this context. It's definitely ideal and practical to have more than two children, and his wife (while not outright infertile) clearly could not reliably bear healthy children. (The average response is going to be "Well he shouldn't have done it but like, I get it")

Couya being claimed by her father was a mix of genuine care and saving face. Initially it was MUCH more the latter than the former. Saizen made attempts to hide the servant's pregnancy and to keep his own wife out of sight during the late term (to prevent the baby appearing after his wife had been seen Extremely not pregnant). But there's some levels of care involved, he could very easily have fired the pregnant servant and had nothing to do with his bastard and she would have no recompense whatsoever. The choice to keep and claim the baby and ensure its entrance into the world bore as little social scrutiny as possible is an act of care for his own progeny.

This was Not an act of care for Couya's birth mother (beyond the fact that concealing her pregnancy would benefit her in hiding that she is not only Not a virgin prior to marriage but had a child). She probably would have been about 17-19 at the time and was fired a few months after giving birth, and most likely never saw Couya again after this point (if she did, it would most likely be in the context of seeing her as an adult Odonii in public and noting her to look Scarily familiar). She has an Okayish chance at still being alive, she'd be around 50 (and a person who survives the high infant mortality and birth casualty rates stands a good chance of hitting their 60s), though she could very well be a casualty of the drought+famine.

Whether or not Couya's life would have been better is kind of a mixed bag. She had an awful fucking childhood in large part because her adoptive mother Livya Haidamane hated her. (Livya was ultimately a pretty horrible person but not just like. An Evil Bitch. She had A Lot going on and Couya was a living breathing insult to her and reminder of like, every one of her dashed hopes and dreams). Couya is also autistic and presented very intense symptoms as a child in a society that is Not equipped for a mass-understanding and support of cognitive differences. But she still did have an immensely privileged life with profound physical/economic levels of security inaccessible to the vast majority of people in this region, including her birth mother. Saizen also actually Liked her and cared about her, he just wasn't a routine physical presence in any of his children's lives.

Had she been left with her biological mother, she would be in a very disadvantaged situation as a nameless bastard to an unwed mother. Her biological grandfather may or may not have been willing to claim her, and her mother would have great difficulties in finding a husband (which is ultimately necessary for the security of women in this society). I think her mother was a relatively kind person but not like, a perfect angel. She would probably have complicated feelings about her bastard daughter, especially one whose very existence materially disadvantages her and was very, very difficult as a child. So this probably would not have been a good situation for Couya either.

If you broaden the question to ANY other family completely divorced from the circumstances of her birth, yeah it definitely could have been better. But in her case it's like either "Life of grotesque socioeconomic privilege but in an abusive household" or "Life of profound socioeconomic disadvantages in a household that Probably wouldn't have been this abusive but certainly wouldn't be healthy". There wasn't really a good option for her.

[nabaath-areng]

god today is overwhelming for multiple reasons. firstly its now 10 years past the age i grew up thinking i was for certain going to die. like i dont even know WHY i thought that, i just knew since i was a toddler that i wouldnt be able to survive past that specific age. that day i was in the middle of a long psychotic episode and that felt like confirmation, but then my two close friends at the time pulled me out to pay birthday dinner for me because id gotten so skinny and then dragged me to purikura and that day was so lowkey and ordinary but i think it changed everything and is what helped set me on the track towards recovery. every year since then has been almost humbling and now 10 years later i struggle to comprehend im still alive and have lived THIS long

and i feel like i always sound so dramatic when i talk about these things, especially since i always try to keep all experiences somewhat surface level and not get into any of the really uncomfortable to hear stuff. it makes me unable to ignore the wall for once

god i wasnt even gonna talk about that. anyway, all birthdays are strange but this one a whole lot more than usual, and also a whole lot more than i expected going into it.

im torn between being happy beyond measure for being alive, gutted and heartbroken and crying that this is the first birthday where i wont receive mormors usual phone call, and god, the fact that im crying as much as i did 10 years ago on the dot almost feels hysterically funny to me at the moment DLSÖLGDSÖD

im not sad, i promise. it may sound like that, but im just so overwhelmed by conflicting emotions right now, of joy and glee and sorrow and grief. another year of celebrating unexpected life, another year of mourning what was taken from me, another year of dreading how much is still being stolen before my eyes, and another year of ceaseless optimism that there will be a light at the end of the tunnel no matter what happens. that last part is both a blessing and a curse. talking about these things publically feels as shameful as it feels grounding, and in a sense i feel like it's a way to try and keep myself rooted in reality.

anyway sorry about all this. its only 2 hours in and i just had to get that out of my system. tonight ill be with family for dinner and princess cake and i cannot wait. ill show picture of the cake later just because

[skunkes]

back on the horse and clasping my hands with my eyes shut begging the universe to please let me get what I want because most everyone in my life could tell you that I never ask for anything, ignoring that the queue for Cheye's Wishes is still processing and rejecting 500 billion "can my imaginary boyfriend please come to life" requests first

[bipunkharrington]

There's something that infuriates me so much about people mocking characters that fall into the "not like other girls" trap, because the reasons girls take on that stance is because they exist in a society that tries to put womanhood and femininity in a restrictive box that tells them who and how they should be.

They're generally mocked and derided for not wishing to conform to stereotypical femininity, but when they lash out in entirely predictable but ultimately unhelpful ways (by being dismissive and rude about other women and femininity in general) instead of understanding that it's a product of growing up in a society that's restricting them and punishing them for not conforming (either by choice or inability) so many people who claim to be feminists choose to mock them or make them out to be the cause of the problem rather than a symptom. Whether its being mocked in real life, or watching people deride the fictional characters they relate to, this behaviour just alienates those girls even further into thinking that the issue is other women, and confirms their belief that women who are typically feminine will only ever be derisive toward them and that they're somehow fundamentally different from other women.

If you know someone who thinks along those "I'm not like other girls" lines instead of mocking them try directing them towards resources that can help them understand where that harmful rhetoric comes from, and when you're critiquing characters that fit that mold try to consider why they behave that way, and what girls who see themselves in those characters take from your commentary.

[shrimpalbuspotter]

Albus making eye contact with James Sirius in a crowd of laughing students after he was just WINDED by Karl Jenkins and is currently fighting for his life on the hall floor

James Sirius about to comically whistle and look around them then begin muttering something about "how wonderful the walls look today, does Hogwarts have a skin care routine?" before not at all inconspicuously bolting in the other direction

[majimaisms]

do you have fanfic recs?

hiii sorry for answering this so late! i unfortunately don't read much (adhd makes it very difficult) but i can recommend a few that i really enjoyed

Expert in Seduction by DictionaryWrites is my #1 fic rec because it made me insane in ways i cannot even begin to describe. absolute MUST read for any majima fan imo. it's an extremely bleak fic from yuki's pov that takes place during y0. absolutely harrowing read. rewired my brain. the Gender in it is soooo insanity inducing to me and it took me hours to read this because i had to keep pausing to take a break and calm down. peak characterization. (note the "consent issues" tag though)

Movie Night by GiggleSnortBangDead is an incredibly dark saemaji fic that explores majima and saejima's feelings about majima's time in the hole. i'm obsessed with the characterization and their dynamic in this. majima's tantrums are so so so on point. highly highly recommend. so many lines in this made me crazy

Make Something Of It by Foegerfeax is another saemaji (though it's not tagged as such) fic that i love. it explores how yasuko's death affected their relationship and it has some absolutely delicious writing and characterization (even if i don't completely agree with some of it). its just beautiful

nsfw fics:

dirty mouth by alpines is an EXTREMELY gender lesbian majima/nishitani fic that kinda rewired my brain. i don't really ship them but this was a really good read. gorgeous prose too, very noir. lives in my mind rent free

kept like jewelry, kept with devotion by rumbleredee is a fic that um. that uhhh. that. um. that you should read <3 (post-pirates saemaji fic ft. Majima Gender and feelings about Having Kids)

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST. Mirage by pennysparkle is a majilee fic that. well. its just peak. i still think about some lines from it. really really good characterization (again even if i dont completely agree with some of it) and as far as im concerned the universe would just be slightly off without its existence. this fic is fundamental in some way. its just Right that it exists. yknow? also did you know there are only 9 fics in the majilee tag? yeah </3

i have a bunch of fics i've been recced that i haven't gotten around to reading, so maybe i'll expand this list in the future. i also have a tag for fic recs so check that out as well!

[sclappin]

After several print shop-based situations, I'm running off some last-minute little 4"x6" prints on my home printer before the Anti-Robot Club market tomorrow. Should have archival-quality prints in my shop by the end of next week, though, and some digital PDF zines available for purchase in the next couple days.

[fiafey]

it does frustrate me that so many people seem to base their moral and political compasses off. social media posts.