#BEING FORCED ON OUR KIDS

[kikie-e3]

Small CS art dump of stuff I haven't posted

[captain-mozzarella]

AU where a few years after Obi-Wan gives Luke to the Lars', Quinlan finds him and says "join the hidden path Obi, please see" and Obi-Wan tells him "bro I can't leave, Luke is here, but I'll still help however I can" so Quinlan leaves and comes back a few weeks later with a force sensitive baby. And Obi-Wan just stands there holding the baby thinking 'what the fuck do I do with this thing????' and he does what any rational person would do and gives it to the Lars' cuz that way Luke can have some siblings. This happens a few more times.

And that's the story of how Luke thinks babies come from Obi-Wan

I'm calling this the Storki-Wan au

[unfamiliaris]

maybe a hot take but i actually dont care how good your parenting is, if youre filming yourself disciplining your child or filming your child having a meltdown and posting it youre just not a good parent lol. there are people out there whose entire accounts are dedicated to dolling out parenting advice via real videos of their children doing children things like failing to understand rules or being unable to cope with big emotions. and then a parent will whip out their phone and stare into the camera while going "now timmy i understand your feelings are very big and i love you but sometimes we have to do things we dont want to do" or even worse theyll be talking to the camera describing the event that led to the meltdown that theyre filming as if the kid isnt right there and able to hear it. genuinely if this happened to me id think i was in the fucking truman show no matter what trending tiktok parenting style my parent was using

[gothmikewheeler]

girl i have fanfics in my head u wouldnt even dream

[tittyinfinity]

Hey doctor I've been feeling kinda down lately. Yeah it's actually the state of the world and how I and everyone I know can't afford to live anymore haha. All I really need is the ability to get enough rest while having financial stability and living a comfortable life lol. But our government isn't allowing that to happen which suuuuucks. so. being medicated is my only option unfortunately haha. Which meds will allow me to numb my thoughts about the world out so I can continue to be a good worker under capitalism? Yeah yeah I basically just need to be able to ignore the descent into fascism haha

[twilight-good-yall-dumb]

I genuinely think one of the worst parts of the digitization of media is that without a focus on physical media, we loose the tangibility of community that comes with it. People used to wait out in lines for an album release, lines in which all those people got to share in their excitement, got to feel the buzz of anticipatory energy in the air, got to chat with likeminded people and meet others (in their actual area) with a shared interest or subculture. There is something so visceral about that, and it's something that internet community can't replace. A tiktok or a tweet of someone saying "omggg i can't wait for the album!!!" is never going to remain a memory the way standing out in the cold waiting for your favorite band's new music would. And then we don't really experience that media in the same way either, do we? Because there's nothing quite like the anticipation of opening up a fresh CD or vinyl and hearing it play for the first time. It's an experience overall we've lost, and that saddens me. The fangirl in me is saddened.

[mixtapedoh]

actually you can go with seungmo + winter falls too. i think he's more of a winter falls girlie than lino. actually anything with winter falls 😭🙏

you knew what you were doing when you paired seungmo with my favorite skz ballad,,,,,,, your support and your mind will never go underappreciated in this house ♡♡♡♡♡

ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɴᴏᴡ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ (ᴡᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ)

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pairing: kim seungmin x reader (not endgame) genre: angst, reminiscing word count: ~1k warnings: heartbreak, mentions of blood (metaphor and imagery), all thoughts no plot (sometimes fanfiction is about VIBES and VERSE, not cohesive story telling), gratuitous sneaking in and bastardization of song lyrics

olive's notes: you know know i had to go full tumblr for the title of this fic. song lyric titles (with something in parenthesis) how i love you, how i have missed you, how you changed the very synaptic pathways in my brain ♡. nothing will ever be as influential as you ♡.

consider my mini writing event ?

It wasn't the weather that made you think of him.

No, because that would be all too cliche — tidy and neat — something easy to anticipate and, perhaps, simple to avoid.

In a way, you could blame it on the snow: the soft, fluffy flakes too carefree to be cold, spinning on the barely there wind, a graceful pirouette to a gentle, almost forgotten landing. It was beautiful — the first snowfall of the year — and because it's arrival was so benign (unexpected and mild, creeping into the edges of the day until it's whispered chill tickled your skin and it's gossamer flakes were delicately kissing your head), you had no warning against the flood of memory it would bring in it's wake.

It was the couple on the end of the street that reminded you, though, if we're to be fair to the elements and truthful in the story we tell.

Two figures at the furthest distance from your current standing, hand in hand, startled as they walked out of a shop and into sudden snowfall. The leftmost of the two, seemingly more ecstatic than their loving counterpart, stuck out their tongue, angling their head skyward, and after a moment, laughed in delight, or some approximation of it. They turned to their partner, kissed them on either cheek, and then took off their jacket to place around the other's shoulders. Perhaps there was an exchange of half-hearted argument, but the moment ended with the two of them walking off, one double-braced against the building cold, the other habitually turning their palms to the clemency of snow — as though the moment was pure and this weather something to be held.

Snowflakes fell of your cheeks. If you were to be asked, they were to be blamed for any wetness, there.

Memories come in waves, and they are a vengeful and needy sea: demanding to be realized, sure in the devastation they bear. But how long is it before an experience crystalizes into memory? What is the minimum amount of time that needs to occur before that passage is significant and longing for someone can turn into missing them?

You weren't quite sure if it could be called missing him: this gnawing, guilty feeling accompanying your thoughts of Seungmin.

Once, the two of you had been friends so close, no one could talk about either of you without mentioning the other. His footsteps always following yours, your voice a necessary addition to any of his statements. So close your names spilled into the other, so present there was a space carved in the both of you for the other to reside in. Side by side or in tandem, there were always two.

And there were two, that night, when your warmth was carbonated with a fizz of intimacy and bubbles of desperation. You confessed to the secret of loving him and he worshiped that attachment with his lips. Again and again, a mantra that intensified to the fervency of song.

I love you, love you, love you.

And how many times did you say that before the sentiment set to rot, and the permanence of that phrase became something of the past?

I loved you, loved you, loved you.

Again, snow fell on your cheeks, pulling you just far enough out of your mired thoughts, to remind you to finish your walk to that lonesome, quiet destination called home.

You had Seungmin for longer than you held him, and the feeling of his voice in your mind was more resonant that the touch of his lips on yours. Evocative, cohesive, tenacious — something you couldn't yet unstick from the crevices of your thoughts.

Seungmin beside you, Seungmin whispering into the shell of your ear, Seungmin placing his love in the spot where your neck met your shoulders, the crook of your grin, the place above your heart.

But the wind blew, the novelty faded, the movie ended and you were stuck in the credits where words became meaningless and effort was forgotten in the aftermath of spectacle.

The ease corroded, the bitterness spilled, past tense slipped into the habit of your speech until all the tenderness between you was finished and gone by.

I loved you, and it wasn't his words or yours, but something set on the table for the both of you to consume. A sentiment on which you both engorged and drank dry.

Everything had changed, and yet you were somehow still the same. Seungmin had been so clearly and undoubtedly part of you — you carved out his place inside you alongside him! You hollowed out a space for him, and he for you — and yet with the absence of him, should there not have been something desperate and bloody for you to fix? You had searched and pleaded and clawed at the edges of you to find that void so you might set it to rights, but it evaded you, still.

I loved you.

Perhaps it had already healed over.

Perhaps it had never been.

But still, that unfound cavity ached in you. It was filled with the sound of his voice, and the phrases in his diary he'd let you read and you held to committed memory — it was shaped like the palm of his hand when it cradled you, and it contorted to the essence of his grin.

Would it have been different, had you never said anything all that time ago, and instead chose to keep those feelings in a bottle, only to be uncorked should Seungmin, himself, had fallen first and told you so? Maybe you could have kept that bottle of spirits in the most hidden parts of you, and, on nights when your yearning sharpened to the point of a knife, drank from them — an alcohol of illusion — just enough to get by? Maybe he would have found the bottle, and smashed it to ruin, or maybe he would have loosen it and get the both of you drunk off your own delight.

You would have liked it, perhaps, had he been the one to fall.

Maybe then he would stare at the innocence of snowfall and mix the feeling of it's melt with salty tears.

(ʇɹɐdɐ llɐɟ ǝʍ) sllɐɟ ʍous ǝɥʇ 'uıɐɓ∀

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[bunnyboy-juice]

OH MY GDD I FORGOT TO TELL YALL MY WIFE CAME HOME YESTERDAY AND JUST. WOOP. PICKED ME UP LIKE NOTHING. AND THEN DID IT AGAIN LIKE 20 MINUTES LATER AGAIN LIKE NOTHING.

[ixtaek]

Every time Ganondorf tries to give a tragic backstory to excuse his actions

[milolunde]

IM JUST SAYING. People will be like “tails is just a kid he’s just 8!” and “let Sonic characters experience and express trauma!!!” then be pressed about Tails cowering when Chaos caught him off guard in Forces

[trans-yllz]

holidays are crazy when you have a shitty mom. a shitty alive mom on christmas is an experience ranging from inconvenient to traumatic that you have to deal with for a few hours. a shitty dead mom on christmas is just kind of sad no matter how you spin it

[fatherfigureneeded]

once, when i was around 6 or so at daycare, i got caught in the kitchen trying to turn all of the drinks given to me (milk, juice, water) into it's gaseous form during nap time, because i had learned about the Kinetic Molecular Theory, and immediately jumped to the conclusion that the particles moved faster when heated because they were trapped to permanently move slowly as solids, but they didn't want to be moving slowly.

i have a very vivid memory of being sat down next to the high chairs so it could be explained to me that cells and particles do not have a consciousness, they don't experience desires or sadness when they cannot act on their desires, and they are not trapped into being slow forever until someone changes their form of matter, and this is the story i tell someone when they ask what i mean when i say i think i have too active of an imagination, coupled by too much empathy.

[cosmicheartz]

Hmmmg thinking abt how Solange was objectified as soon as she was a teenager by most the rams she was around ( excluding family ) due to the fact she was one of the few sheep who could hypothetically carry kids since most either are too old and/or have been sterilized. ( before she lived with the farmer she lived with her aunt and cousins in what was considered a “ sheep sanctuary “ until it got raided and the sheep there died )

Then she was objectified and slowly groomed by the farmer who took her whos endgoal was to make her a subservient barefoot and pregnant housewife. He emotionally manipulated her, saying that she should be greatful she’s still even alive and that he could have left her to die but he didn’t.

When Solange finally spoke out and refused to marry him he either sold her out to he executed or kicked her out where she was eventually caught by heretics and executed.

It didn’t help that even outside of the farmer she was also objectified by some of the men there too ( they wanted to be the “ savior “ of the sheep race )

Now she’s objectified but in a different sense by being seen as a goddess/deity and while is less gross than being seen as a babymaker it still is incredibly dehumanizing to her ( despite not technically being mortal anymore ) especially because she never wanted to be one in the first place.

[kelin-is-writing]

Everyone, remind me to not trust my dad’s relatives with food and parties because they can’t do even that much the right way. The peoples are so questionable 💀

[lesbianlenas]

so many young women recently desiring to be stay at home mothers….the ironic part of it is that all of those women that do become stay at home moms will one day understand why the women before them fought so hard for them to not have to fulfill that role at the point at which they realize that their personhood has been entirely sacrificed in the name of motherhood & there is no going back on that. all women who are stay at home moms are forced to put themselves aside to take care of their children and husband & are forced to make that their entire identity & that is exhausting and dehumanizing. that is how betty friedan started second wave feminism w the feminine mystique. bc women finally realized that all women hated being housewives & there wasn’t smth wrong w each of them individually as they had all believed. but those that do not learn history etc etc……

[jackass-jones]

Yeah the mouthwash game is pretty good