#keep calm and queue on

[grabby-smitten]

*bangs fist on the table and points to the snake man* HE SAID IT. NOT ME

[incorrectuntamedmodaozushiquotes]

[Yi City] Lan Jingyi: Uh, ok ok. Here’s what we’re gonna do. Lan Jingyi, to a few disciples: You guys, use that bench to barricade the door. Lan Jingyi: Uh… Sizhui, check to see if Jin Ling is dead. Lan Jingyi, to a few other disciples: And you guys, you guys go get snacks- Lan Jingyi: Oh shit, we barricaded the door.

[bonefall]

it is healing to come onto this blog and see basic respect for diasbility after being in other corners of the fandom and reading the words “snowkit could never be a warrior because he wouldnt know what anything is. he wouldnt even know what a clan is because nobody could explain it to him” said in full seriousness

Im..... That statement is so ableist I cannot even imagine the worldview you'd need to have in order to come up with that.

They really think the only way anyone learns anything is through verbal-speaking-words-noises? No one has ever observed something before? Not even once?

This is beyond touching grass, this person just fell out of the fucking Jurassic Period when all they had was ferns and stegosaurs.

I just...

OH YES. I remember my first day of Society Lessons as a hearing person, where the everything was explained to me. Via Audiobook. FIRST they spoke and said, "you are standing on the ground." It was a life changing revelation, and the world began to spin.

But it did not stop.

THEN they said, "there are fingers on your hands." The sensation of flesh and bone crackling into existence is indescribable, but I did not yet know pain, until they told me, "that hurts." I began screaming immediately.

And yet... it continued.

They explained so much. Chairs. Tables. Walls. The sky. Frogs. Ionizing radiation. Breathing. I was told all of it, in one sitting, and only then did I understand. Only when my ears were bursting with normal hearing knowledges, did they begin... my final test.

A strange wall-chair-finger emerged from the sky-of-the-wall, stood on the ground several times, until it was in front of me. A second one came behind it, this one slimmer. The audiobook gave these things names;

Human. Father. Mother. Door. Walking. It was completely impossible to know what these things were until that very moment.

I watch a human dip a hook into water and produce a fish, and I recall my Society Lessons where they called that "fishing." I am decked in the face by a nefarious hooligan, and I have only the audiobook to thank when I know I have been "punched" by a "bad guy." It was only the magic of verbal-speaking-words-noise that made me understand that there are "other people" and that they "do stuff."

Sometimes, even, in "groups."

Before the Society Lessons Audiobook, I knew nothing. I was pure, innocent, uncorrupted by concepts such as "parents" and "door." I am grateful every day that there is no such concept as "being shown things" or "simple logical reasoning" or "looking."

Blessed be those amongst us who escape the horrors of the Society Lessons Audiobook. I pray that you never learn what anything is. Be free! Free as a bird, which also knows nothing and famously cannot learn. 🤗

DEAF/HOH FOLLOWERS I'm losing my mind do you want me to bump a 'Hearing Disabilities Herb Guide' to the top of my priorities? Something you can use to bludgeon whackadoodles like that. This is ridiculous

Obviously not a MEDICINE guide but like; common causes of hearing disability in clan cats. Accommodations for hearing loss vs congenital deafness. Actual difficulties of not having that sense Clan-by-Clan. Debunking of misconceptions like... not being able to learn APPARENTLY.

[quirkedupkicks]

preview of my latest comic ... ive been reading too many 3rd year tddk fanfics lately -////-

[daily-hanamura]

[cottoncandywhispers]

[victorluvsalice]

BONES UK - Souls from SUMERIAN

I took a little break from Song Saturday during Valicer Multiamory Month to focus on getting all those stories written and queued up for your viewing pleasure, but we're back now -- and, appropriately, with another song I found on @polyamorousmood's famous spreadsheet! I actually specifically checked this one out because it's the only one on said spreadsheet that doesn't actually have a "Poly Rating," for whatever reason, and that made me curious about it. And when I tracked it down, I ended up really liking the song! It's got a good, chill vibe, and I like the lyrics about having different wonderful experiences with different people. And the chorus in particular is very sweet (thank you, Genius Lyrics!):

I wanna make, wanna make moments with all of you So many beautiful souls why would I choose? I wanna make, wanna make memories with all of you So many beautiful souls why should I choose?

Nice, huh? :) Interestingly, though, I don't see this as a Valicer song -- instead, stuff like "your friend's friend makes me feel like home/but his girlfriend makes me feel like rock and roll" makes me think of this as a song for the Running Headlong Into The Bullshit mega-polycule! Just the emphasis on there being a lot of people the singer wants to make memories with makes me think of the nine of them having lovely moments together. It's good stuff. :) Hope you enjoy!

[soaps-mohawk]

I’ve been reading the latest anons and with how you’re responding I’ve been feeling like these last few chapters and possibly one or two more are all just a calm before the storm. I’m not ready for angst but I can’t wait for it😭😭

(I need someone to find those cameras 🫣)

...yeah pretty much 🤭 we're very close to some angst (which I know a lot of people have been begging for, but be careful what you wish for...)

[backtonormallife]

[fantasywritten]

@iworryalotdarling (continued from here)

“DAMN RIGHT.” Oscar grinned at her, his white teeth flashing in his smile. “But I’d still like to know your name. Feel free to give me a fake one if you’re tryin’ to hide your identity.” With a wink, Oscar put an arm around her shoulders, looking down at her. “YOU’RE HOT, ya know that?”

[deathfavor]

@yeonban said: "if there is another version of this story …" Quietly, Aijiro whispers towards his fellow black dog, but doesn't elaborate any further. That's enough for Seiroku to catch onto the general gist of it, that is - to realize that Aijiro has doubts about his latest infiltration mission and the real fruits of the other's labor as a spy. Still, he's kept it to a low enough tone for only Seiroku to hear, so it seems that he doesn't plan on giving it away to anyone else. Why, then, did he go out of his way to mention it to Seiroku?

   Seiroku turns his head towards Aijiro just a fraction, an amount so small that anyone other than the two of them would not even perceive the change. His stomach sinks at the words even when his face remains carefully neutral. He'd been able to withhold the infernal rage that had burned and clawed and raged in his chest at the beginning of his infiltration mission with the Date. Compared to that, masquerade his dread behind his calm expression was a walk in the park. There's also the questions that come to mind that help take the weight off of the feeling. Why wasn't Aijiro saying anything? If he suspected something was amiss, why was he not reporting it? Why did he not finish what he had to say? 

   " IF — " He gives a pause after the word, as if to draw emphasis to the absurdity of the idea " — there is a different version of the story, it doesn't matter. "  Seiroku continues, his voice equally quiet to match Aijiro's while his blue eyes turn from Aijiro to stare ahead. His voice doesn't waver. It doesn't tremble or falter. Because that is the truth.

It doesn't matter. Because death will come all the same. There is no other outcome to this. There will be no fairytale ending. Seiroku had learned that long ago even beforge he became a vessel of hatred. Now and again thoug it seemed like Life took a particular delight in reminding him of such lessons. He will never have a happy ending.

" What's the point in concerning oneself over versions of stories? The ending will be the same. " Seiroku shrugs his shoulders, watching some of the other's delight at the fruits of their labor starting to grow nearer to harvesting. Imari especially seems thrilled. " All the bushi will die and the black kishin will continue to thrive. "

And everyone can play pretend in their rooms. It's a surprisingly bitter, disgusted thought that he doesn't give voice to. He can't fool himself, he hasn't been able to since the day he stepped foot into his room. It's all so fake and tailored that it makes his skin crawl. How the others can enjoy it, he doesn't know. He doesn't want it.

Seiroku turns his gaze back towards Aijiro with a thin smile. " Maaaybe I lied about not getting drunk. They had good sake, it'd be a crime not to enjoy it. " Seiroku gestures with his palms facing upwards, as if in appeasement to the small fabrication. Aijiro isn't stupid, Seiroku knows as much. He's also not as easy to redirect. But he also isn't trying to turn this into a mauling or make a scene of whatever he might suspect - so Seiroku can only offer reassurance. " The outcome won't change, Aijiro. "

It wouldn't even if Seiroku wanted it to. The gods have never heeded his pleas and life never cared for his wants.  

[honorhearted]

Emma's hand came over his cheek, soft and gentle, and nuzzling into her open palm, a vibrant warmth filled his chest at her offer. "Really?" he asked, barely able to fight off a grin. "I-I mean, I know we've discussed the possibility, but...you wouldn't mind if I taught them a lesson or two? I'm uncertain of how my education differs from your land, but I promise not to overstep."

Her quip about a tower earned her a laugh. "Em, if teaching children is torture, then please: arrest me and spirit me off to that tower post-haste." His grin turned a touch impish. "Only if you are my jailer, of course."

Her earnestness was touching. Although Benjamin had never once doubted that this was how she preferred him -- open and honest and himself -- it was still warming to hear the affirmation.

Emma rolled toward him on the bed, adjusting to get more comfortable. "The next time I'm not dying and we can go out, we'll find a place where I can sing, then. I doubt the rest of your army would be keen. They have more important things to deal with... you don't, anymore, because you have chosen to court me and you must act accordingly."

When she tapped his cheek, he laughed, fondly catching her hand in his. "Oh, really?" Benjamin asked, arching a challenging brow. "And does His Excellency know about this so-called addendum to my service? Because although I am willing and able, I somehow don't imagine my superior is too keen... But thank you." His eyes twinkled. "I would love to hear you sing -- and not dying is very important, you're right."

Admittedly, hearing that books gave Emma headaches was surprising.

Benjamin snorted. "You're being melodramatic," he teased. "I understand not finding the topics particularly interesting -- well, all right, so I suppose I don't understand since I'm wholly riveted -- but claiming a headache isn't the kindest thing to say. I'm sure the authors would take offense."

The idea of kissing and holding hands being one and the same wasn't so farfetched, and when Emma interlocked their fingers, sweet and gentle, his pulse quickened, and he suddenly knew exactly what she meant.

"There's a sense of trust and affection in both," Benjamin offered. "It...it is intimate, you're right, and I would never do one or the other with someone I didn't hold in the highest regard." His smile grew sheepish. "We could both certainly get into trouble for being caught in the middle of either. Your parents..."

Oh God, her parents. Although Benjamin adored them and found both David and Mary Margaret charming -- no pun intended -- he wondered if that warmth would soon fade, once they realized he was a viable option for their daughter's hand.

Emma, mercifully, was there to divert with a distraction. She gasped. "You are jealous?" she asked, brimming with delight. "Oh, that sounds fun. We have to revisit that once I have healed enough... Naturally, you know you don't need to worry about me looking at other men, I find the thought of cheating repulsive."

Benjamin flushed. If it weren't for her eagerness, he would've been far more embarrassed. "I...w-well, it's not my finest moment, but...yes, I suppose I started to grow resentful of how attentive some of the other men became. They had no way of knowing how I felt -- least of all when you didn't know either, but..." He trailed off, the color deepening in his cheeks. "Just know that I trust you, Em. With my entire heart. I know you wouldn't...th-that you'd never do that."

She'd been hurt far too deeply, and he hated even alluding to the fact, lest it upset her anew.

Emma all but fluttered her lashes. "But if you wish to deck someone because they cross a line with me or something of the sort, please make sure I'm there."

Benjamin breathed a startled laugh. "Name the time and the place, and I'm sure that could be arranged... I confess I'm starting to grow a list of major offenders."

Ben's words and expression reminded Emma of the way he spoke of his youth, of his lack of experience with women, how he believed himself to be not quite the looker as a boy. He clearly didn't enjoy being easily embarrassed now, especially when it came to bedding people, and she knew as a man he'd hardly find people encouraging that side of him. It was so silly, to think of how they were encouraged to act like they had no weaknesses, and she may have felt the same about the matter, had she not been raised by a man like her father.

"Make no mistake, I would not want you to be any different," she decided to say then, bringing a hand to his cheek and cupping it gently, "Even the parts of you I can't read because I'm all sorts of confused by my own feelings. If you'll ever choose to come home with me, you'll be welcomed to spend your days reading to kids and looking for new poems and books. You'll never have to be calm and collected unless you wish to be."

Although there was something funny about thinking of Ben living the life of retirement and lazy days that she had planned for her hypothetical future old husband, and instead of that happening because she only needed a husband to have her throne it would be because she had a husband she liked.

"Or you could do whatever you want, I'm making it sound like I'm going to... hold you hostage like some sort of beauty in the tower." God, she had almost said 'marry you'. So much for going as slow as possible. "I just meant to say that I don't want you to change one bit for me, I like you the way you are. Besides the part where you grow double the patience you have now, so you can withstand my moods."

"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad, I would love for you to show me and prove me wrong."

"The side of my bed has a few canvas, you have my permission to check because they are landscapes and, unlike faces, they actually look decent," she offered, adjusting her position on the bed; it hurt, again, and Emma wondered how long it would take before she'd be able to just kiss him as much as she'd like. He was so interested, and so damn kissable. "The next time I'm not dying and we can go out, we'll find a place where I can sing, then. I doubt the rest of your army would be keen. They have more important things to deal with... you don't, anymore, because you have chosen to court me and you must act accordingly," she teased, giving his cheek a light tap.

"I'll finally convince you that books aren't so bad -- or at the very least, listening along to a good story?"

"See, the compromise is right there: you read a book you like, you tell me about it. Much better if you want me to pay attention from beginning to end. Plus, it won't harm me like reading. The headaches just aren't worth it, when I can be told the story." She was surprised whenever she met people who were so dedicated to books; her father loved reading, but he didn't have enough time to do so, so she figured he didn't have to battle with the inevitable headaches as much, but August and Ben? Masochists.

I'm not so sure I can reciprocate, but that's because I only tend to fall into bed with those I...w-well, I prefer meaning to my dalliances-" "Oh, sweetie," she whispered, smiling in reassurance. "-And clearly, I hadn't found that before you, since you were...y-you were my... My first."

"No, I know that, and that's lovely, really. I would never expect you to drop your values for me," she assured him, "There is nothing wrong with you waiting, you know that. In fact, you should be proud: you did it the way you wanted, when you wanted, and not because you felt you had to. That takes guts. I may not share the... uh... philosophy behind it, but I will defend it until the end of days." Though it was still odd to her that he hadn't been taken aback by her history. "I don't... I think I don't really kiss much, if there is no feeling behind it? Even if, in my case, generally the feeling was friendship, I suppose to me it's kissing that required some meaning. It feels so intimate. Like holding hands."

She took his hand, not just to make a point but to feel just how natural it was. She may lay with a stranger, but she certainly would not hold hands with him.

"In fact, I've been told I'm rather hotheaded, and despite my father's valiant efforts, I'm not the best with sharing, either. Not that I intend to."

Her gasp was far too intrigued, "You are jealous?" she asked in delight, "Oh, that sounds fun. We have to revisit that once I have healed enough... Naturally, you know you don't need to worry about me looking at other men, I find the thought of cheating repulsive." That and when she had met Selah Strong in passing and had properly ogled him, she had almost died on the spot after Caleb had explained he was married to their friend Anna. Her horror at having looked at the man for too long had even entertained James, who had apparently expected her 'not to care' on account of her being 'so carefree', which he had not meant as an insult, but had horrified her even more. No, taken men were off-limits, and so was she as a taken woman. "But if you wish to deck someone because they cross a line with me or something of the sort, please make sure I'm there."

[overclockedarrow]

Tag dump 1: OOC

[lesbiananteater]

I have discovered The Queue.

[daily-hanamura]

[jo-speaks]

hi i love your writing 🥰i was wondering if u could do quinn with a clingy gf who just wants to be around him all the time

WITH YOU

OVERVIEW: in which being with quinn is where you feel best.

warnings: none!

You weren’t sure if it was his constant traveling or his natural charm that drew you to him like a magnet every time you were with him, but you just couldn’t get enough of your boyfriend. You were infatuated with him. His touch, his smell, everything. His presence wasn’t a want. It was a need.

As the sunlight shone through the blinds, Quinn’s eyebrows furrowed, his sleep disturbed by the slowly rising sun. He rubbed his eyes with his fingertips, hoping to reach for his phone to check the time. However, his mobility was limited as your cheek rested on his chest, the rest of your body splayed above him as soft snores escaped your lips. 

Quinn smiled, the feeling of your warmth being something he constantly missed when he was away. The six-game-long roadie was enough to have him stilling his body completely, fully immersing himself in the moment. He brought his hand from where it rested lightly on the small of your back up to your hair, entangling his digits into the loose strands of your bun. 

The feeling of his touch – even in your sleep– had you sighing softly, your body melting impossibly into him. 

As much as he wanted the moment to last forever, that, unfortunately, wasn’t the reality for Quinn Hughes. Instead, his alarm went off, interrupting the complete and utter stillness of the morning. 

He let out a groan, rolling from his back to his side in order to move you off his body, allowing him to reach up and shut off the alarm, stretching his limbs with a lengthy moan. 

Standing up, he bid you one last look before sitting up and swinging his legs over the bed, grabbing his phone before making his way to the shower. He had always been one to play music while in the shower, his mind needing to be occupied with something else on the days where his mind felt scrambled and out of control.

He settled on a calmer playlist, a few jazz instrumental songs on the queue, not wanting to disrupt the calmness of the morning with heavy sounds before turning on the water to let it warm up.

As he stripped his boxers off, never having been one to sleep with much else, he could hear the slight rustling of the sheets. He didn’t think much of it, figuring you were just moving around to find more comfort in the sheets. The mirror began to fog up, the heat of the water engulfing the bathroom and allowing Quinn to step in the shower. 

The heat was nothing compared to yours, but it was enough to make his muscles relax, a soft sigh of relief slipping past his lips. 

His fingers ran through his hair, getting rid off all the sweat he had developed in his rest. Before he could even reach for the shampoo, he could hear the bathroom door open. A small smile appeared on his lips as he heard your sleep riddled voice call out to him.

“Quinn?” 

He let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah?” 

You said nothing in response, but he could hear you shuffle forward a little, the sound of your weight sitting down on the lid of the toilet. Your eyes blinked slowly, still not fully awake and in the moment. The bathroom was humid, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. All you cared for was feeling his presence close to you, even if it meant being a little too warm for a few minutes.

Quinn could hear your breathing relax and slow down before it picked up to a normal pace again. He was surprised that it was audible over the running water, but that was beside the point. He pulled the curtain to the side just enough to take a peek at you. He saw your eyes close slowly before shooting open again as your body started to slouch again. Your eyes met his, smiling at the sight of water dripping from his hair.

“You wanna join me, or are you gonna keep falling asleep on the toilet?” He teased.

You snorted, standing up and stripping off Quinn’s shirt from your body. He pulled the curtain open far enough for you to step in with him, his hand coming to your waist to guide you in. His grip tightened a little as he pulled you closer, your body flush with his. You could feel the warmth of his skin, the warmth you had woken up lacking. Relaxing further into him, you could feel his arms wrap around you, one hand rubbing up and down slowly on your back. 

Quinn stepped backwards, allowing the water to fall onto you. Still, you buried your face into his chest, your arms looping around his wet torso. “When are you leaving?”

His skin absorbed the volume of your words, but he could still make it out. “Once I’m done in here. I wanna get to the rink early.” 

He could feel the vibrations of your hum before you lifted your chin up to meet his eyes. He let out a laugh as the water dripped down your face, your eyelashes doing an okay job at keeping it out. His hands came up to cup your face, thumbs gliding over your eyes to clear them up a bit. 

Those same hands pulled your face closer to his, his lips softly pressing against yours. There was no ulterior motive, no lust behind the kiss. It was warm, sweet, and full of love. You sighed into the kiss, melting into him as you silently prayed to stay in this moment with him.

Quinn pulled away first, earning a whine from you even though he had only pulled away enough to speak, his lips still resting against yours but without the pressure. “I love you, sweet girl.”

Those words alone had your heart pounding, no matter how many times he would say it. His smi;e grew as he could feel it through your chest, pulling back to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too, Q.”