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Friends! Romans! Mutuals!

I’ve been away from tumblr dot com for a while, on account of my brain catastrophically crashing like a very elderly computer.

Now that I’m off work and hopefully beginning to recover (??) I’m back, ish, but I feel like I’ve missed out on a whole bunch of everything.

Please feel free to ignore this slightly odd request - but if there are any posts from the last few months you think I would like, and could add to my remedial reading list, then please tag me? Pet photos, art you made, art other people made, text posts, anything. I feel like I've missed out on a lot, but I don't have it in me to go back through everything 😴 and I figure this might be a good way to pass some sick leave time.

Tagging with no pressure, and not limited to; @asimplecreature @asteriski @cicaklah @curator-on-ao3 @grissomesque @iwritesometimes @jazzfic @lemissingmask @littlest-xb @moonxshape @northstarfan @procrastinatorproject @robosexualunderground @song-spero @the-goofball @thelaithlyworm @weimarweekly and of course any fellow Star Trek La Sirena enjoyers, Hughcrew, and Saffi fans!

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Hugh and Elnor after a long day at the BRP, by @justdreamer22

Yeah, still not over these two. I'm so glad nothing too awful happened to them, that they rescued the xBs and have been perfectly safe and happy ever since.

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@occasionalinanity read this and sob with me

To Jin Guangyao, touch was pain.

It was the rough hands of brothel patrons shoving him out of the way. It was the harsh slaps of the Madame. It was the violent shove down a flight of stairs, first from a brothel patron and then from his own father.

His bones had never quite healed right after that second fall. Because of that, even friendly touches became painful.

Nie Mingjue’s fraternal pat on the back sent ricochets of pain down his spine. Nie Huaisang leaning into his side as they talked made his entire side ache.

Each aggressive shove from the Nie sect members that disapproved of him sent echoes of pain throughout his entire body.

The only gentle touch he had known was his mother’s.

Until he found Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen, who was tall and strong but was ever so careful with his touches. His gentle hands that helped Jin Guangyao up an obstacle in the road, laid softly on Jin Guangyao’s shoulder in a quiet show of affection.

When Lan Xichen learned of Jin Guangyao’s close relationship with pain, he would often send a cool thread of energy into Jin Guangyao with his touch, soothing the ever-present ache.

Jin Guangyao craved those gentle hands. The hands that eventually embraced him and treasured him and brought him pleasure.

When they were apart, Jin Guangyao missed Lan Xichen’s touch with an ache in his heart equal to the ache in his body.

Sometimes, Jin Guangyao thought of leaving everything behind, of abandoning what he worked for to live in Lan Xichen’s gentle hands.

Maybe one day he would.

But today he would face the world’s rough hands once again.

(AN: I came across the idea of JGY having chronic pain in a fic that I can’t for the life of me remember. It burrowed into my brain because it makes so much sense! For him to be thrown down a flight of stairs without a strong golden core or access to decent medical attention. There’s no way his bones healed right. Since then, it’s become a major factor of how I imagine his character.

Despite it being contrary to his character, this is my AU and I make the rules so I have decided that JGY eventually decided to disappear from Koi Tower and is gone for long enough that he is declared dead. As soon as that announcement is made, he makes his way to the Cloud Recesses to find Lan Xichen and live under another name. The observation towers end up being proposed by the Lan sect courtesy of the sect leader’s nameless spouse and the Lan sect rises in prestige while the Jin Sect slowly crumbles. JGY still arranges for JGS’s death at some point. As a treat.)

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To Jin Guangyao, touch was pain.

It was the rough hands of brothel patrons shoving him out of the way. It was the harsh slaps of the Madame. It was the violent shove down a flight of stairs, first from a brothel patron and then from his own father.

His bones had never quite healed right after that second fall. Because of that, even friendly touches became painful.

Nie Mingjue’s fraternal pat on the back sent ricochets of pain down his spine. Nie Huaisang leaning into his side as they talked made his entire side ache.

Each aggressive shove from the Nie sect members that disapproved of him sent echoes of pain throughout his entire body.

The only gentle touch he had known was his mother’s.

Until he found Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen, who was tall and strong but was ever so careful with his touches. His gentle hands that helped Jin Guangyao up an obstacle in the road, laid softly on Jin Guangyao’s shoulder in a quiet show of affection.

When Lan Xichen learned of Jin Guangyao’s close relationship with pain, he would often send a cool thread of energy into Jin Guangyao with his touch, soothing the ever-present ache.

Jin Guangyao craved those gentle hands. The hands that eventually embraced him and treasured him and brought him pleasure.

When they were apart, Jin Guangyao missed Lan Xichen’s touch with an ache in his heart equal to the ache in his body.

Sometimes, Jin Guangyao thought of leaving everything behind, of abandoning what he worked for to live in Lan Xichen’s gentle hands.

Maybe one day he would.

But today he would face the world’s rough hands once again.

(AN: I came across the idea of JGY having chronic pain in a fic that I can’t for the life of me remember. It burrowed into my brain because it makes so much sense! For him to be thrown down a flight of stairs without a strong golden core or access to decent medical attention. There’s no way his bones healed right. Since then, it’s become a major factor of how I imagine his character.

Despite it being contrary to his character, this is my AU and I make the rules so I have decided that JGY eventually decided to disappear from Koi Tower and is gone for long enough that he is declared dead. As soon as that announcement is made, he makes his way to the Cloud Recesses to find Lan Xichen and live under another name. The observation towers end up being proposed by the Lan sect courtesy of the sect leader’s nameless spouse and the Lan sect rises in prestige while the Jin Sect slowly crumbles. JGY still arranges for JGS’s death at some point. As a treat.)

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©Yolishi1123

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More class doodles~ A'Xu joined his boo 😌

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Ye Baiyi in ep. 13

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Once you start thinking about humans as a species in a biome, it affects your entire way of looking at normal things.

The other day I referred to female morning joggers as an 'indicator species' in that if you see women jogging in the dark it means that the environment provides migration pathways (sidewalks, clear signs) and doesn't have any known predators of female morning joggers (guy with knife, bear, BigTruck, male morning joggers).

Though, I think that people consider framing humans as animals reacting to their environment as rude.

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i will never be over the fact that during first contact a human offered their hand to a vulcan and the vulcan was just like “wow humans are fucking wild” and took it

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the line between naïveté and hopefulness is almost invisible

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the adventure zone: balance fanart in 2025 that's right

based on this post

click for quality good lord

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Quick what are you doing RIGHT now (besides scrolling Tumblr)

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if nintendo wants me to pay eighty of god's own dollars for a video game it better blow the cock clean off my torso. if nintendo expects me to drop eighty big ones to play the new mario kart bowser better step out of the screen and fuck me so hard as to turn every bone south of my eighth vertebrae into a fine powder. i need to be made into the worlds wettest sandbag from the waist down to justify that eighty dollar price tag

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it’s 2028. trump is dead. elon is dead. zuckerberg is dead bezos is dead they’re all dead

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“lol why are you following the boobs and ass artist” why do you think I’m following the boobs and ass artist. do you think I go to the grocery store ironically too