#High Capacity

[vishawkarmaindustries]

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[mourning-at-night]

jace i don’t feel good was so funny but also made me so sad. like that’s a teenager with a strawberry squishmallow keychain and a tamagotchi and she doesn’t feel good and she's tugging on a teacher’s sleeve about it. a teacher who should have been responsible for protecting her in the first place and didn’t. who is manipulating and using her and her friends to help fulfill the desires of a wrathful power-hungry egomaniac. porter and jace it’s on sight >:(

[ulteri0rm0tives]

It's actually so heartbreaking that in the temperance ending Johnny just.. leaves. Gets all these calls, maybe even texts, from people who don't know the extent of what happened. Who are accusing him, that are mad at him. Especially in the frame of reference that this was V's last wish. That it was V who gave the body up. That it was V who wanted this, wanted to save Johnny, Johnny essentially powerless to stop them ('just scared for ya').

And the thing is.. Johnny just lets everyone. Lets them make their own conclusions, lets them be mad at him. Lets them blame him. Lets them think, that after the love of his life the person who's ever wholly understood or cared about him the most like no other ever could had 'died', that it's his fault, that he could do that to them... Or just lets them think the worst of V as their final lasting impression or mark on this world. Doesn't try to defend himself nor V. He just leaves. Just takes it.

And you would think. You would think the one he would at least tell is Kerry. That the one to actually understand the most would be Kerry. I don't think any of the other love interests could get the whole engram situation like him, they don't have that personal history or connection to the code on the relic like he did after all. Kerry knew Johnny. Enough at least. But Johnny doesn't tell him, and Kerry just thinks V ghosted off on him and Johnny just lets him think that. And it just makes you wonder.. why would Johnny do that? Why would he do any of this?

[54prowl]

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[isbergillustration]

Look Deeper

[weaselle]

you know something i love about Terry Pratchett's trolls?

yes they are written very very dumb, for laughs, for instance most trolls can only count as high as "lots" (which is four. Troll counting goes: one, two, many, lots) and we all get a good giggle out of the stupid way they think and talk...

but because of the way he wrote his troll lore, under the right circumstances, trolls are actually far more intelligent than almost anybody else.

And there's something about the way, idk, it's just... i act stupid a lot of the time. Because i get lost in my head and distracted by ten thousand things, and given more than a split second to consider things i'll overthink and second guess my second guesses... but i know that i'm quite smart really.

And there are plenty of people who even more acutely experience some version of being treated like they are dumb while being, in fact, very intelligent if their particular needs are met.

and i just love that these trolls, often the butt of the joke and by far the most comically stupid of Terry Pratchett's fantasy races... when in the circumstances they are made for... turn out to be geniuses. There is something so poetic and cosmically Just, to have that be true. To have them actually be the most intelligent out of everybody if only you put them in the right environment.

[killerblueeyesxprettybluedude]

derek’s half-dead by the time mom’s satisfied with his responses. for this time, at least. somehow, every full moon is different. but he’s healing, that’s what’s important. that, and that it’ll be almost a month before he has another night like this. but that’s just part of being a born wolf, a hale descendant. you have to be strong, and ready.

mom doesn’t believe in doing anything halfway. 

the anger and adrenaline get derek as far as stiles’ house before exhaustion and pain take over. he manages a few dragging steps forward, only just grabbing the doorknob in time to keep himself from doubling over. 

but stiles already knows, somehow, even with human hearing. that, or derek’s attempt at a subtle escape was a lot louder than he realized. 

“derek? oh my god.” 

he’s stronger than a human should be, too, catching derek before he can fall through the suddenly opened door, even as he takes in what’s been happening like he’s documenting evidence in his mind, and then shakes his head, just draws him closer. 

"when are you gonna catch a break, huh?" he says, but it’s not really a question, and derek doesn’t have an answer for him. “most-bloodied werewolf award winner! three years running. and literally running! hey.”

the grin lights up his face, derek going warm before stiles’ eyes scan his wounds again, and his mouth goes tight and angry. 

maneuvering derek through the hall, up the stairs, his jaw only keeps tightening.

“don’t even try collapsing on my floor,” he says, when they finally make it to his bedroom. “i think my dad the sheriff might pick up on the recurring you-shaped silhouette in blood on the carpeting. bed it is, no arguing.”

derek doesn’t argue. the less he has to talk at all, the better. now that he’s here, and safe, and healing, there’s not a single part of what happened tonight that he wants to explain. 

but of course, stiles is already halfway there. 

“new big bad wolf in town?” he says. derek says nothing. “no, you’d already be warning me. did someone, like, lose control?” 

derek shuts his eyes. 

“and you would’ve told me if something’s after your family,” stiles says. “you wouldn’t even come here, you’d find deaton. or peter, or someone strong. is your mom out of town again?”

it’s always been easy to lie to stiles about that. derek nods. 

“what is that, like every third week now?” stiles says. “is there an every-full-moon werewolf convention? but like, only for adults.”  

derek shrugs. it’s a very bad idea right now. stiles’ eyes widen too quickly. 

“is your shoulder even attached to the rest of your body? whoa, definitely don’t shrug right now! oh my god.” 

it’s fine. it’s not… it’s healing. 

it helps the healing when it’s worse sometimes. 

“bed,” stiles says. “i need you to lie down, right now. and i’m putting a total moratorium on physical motioning.” 

that’s not gonna work. motioning is a big part of responding. it’s the verbal responses derek tries to avoid sometimes. 

you can’t really get in trouble for moving. 

“trouble, huh?” stiles says. “what’re you getting in trouble for?”

see, and this is why derek tries not to talk. 

“your mom is out of town, right?” stiles says, and derek focuses on trying not to shrug. “not… up to her old tricks, or anything.”

“her old tricks,” derek says, and stiles says, “laura’s told me some stuff.” 

laura. that’s not… no one needs to know about their family. and if mom finds out laura’s been complaining to a human about it? like she hasn’t explained it, how humans see training, and discipline, and exercises to strengthen your control, they don’t understand how bad it’s needed. or that werewolves can heal, anything, and that less damage is more dangerous sometimes. and obviously, if it was happening to stiles, that’d be… but that’s because he can’t heal like derek can. 

it’s just that humans would never see it that way. stiles wouldn’t, he’d be outraged. 

which is why derek has no intention of telling him.

he just needs… a break, that’s all. a safe place. and it’s still the full moon, isn’t it? so he’s still practicing his control. just… a little bit more comfortably, for a while. 

isn’t testing every possible situation supposed to be the point? well, this is another one. and honestly? a way more important one to focus on, in derek’s opinion. staying in control around stiles. in stiles’ bedroom. 

there are a lot of scenarios mom hasn’t even tried to prepare him for. being hunted, fine, that’s the main one, that’s important. except—would it really matter if he shifted, at that point? if he was chained up already. 

but she’s the alpha, so it doesn’t really matter what derek thinks. 

he kind of hides his face in stiles’ pillow for a while. 

“better?” stiles says, and then, “don’t nod. do i have to build you a full-body cast? werewolf-strength.” 

maybe. maybe that’d be better. 

and then… he’d be just as restrainable. without the practice at withstanding torture. not that that’s even been remotely helpful for the times somebody has been targeting him. 

it’s not like you can even really build up a pain tolerance. every time, it’s just as surprising. 

if anything, being constantly ready for it is its own problem. 

“follow-up question,” stiles says. “or no, maybe it’s more of a tangent. why don’t you heal the bags under your eyes? are you just never sleeping?” 

so maybe laura is right about some of it. maybe it doesn’t help, being constantly terrified. maybe that actually just makes you jumpy, and paranoid, and makes every threat and non-threat feel exactly the same, so you just dismiss every over-active warning instinct, and then of course you don’t see the obvious danger that stiles does. that scott can spot in a second, even though he’s spent the last three years of full moons hanging out with his friends, or his human mom, or alone playing video games and studying and having a normal life. 

imagine that! getting to be normal. 

but clearly, alphas just do things differently. 

derek settles in a little more, stiles hesitating at the edge of the bed a few times before turning away, heading back to the chair next to his computer. 

derek was wondering how that was gonna go. 

“you’re gonna sleep in a chair?” he says. “that can’t be healthy.” 

“it’s a twin bed, you know,” stiles says. “and i wouldn’t wanna, like, move weird in my sleep and break your bones as they’re re-healing.” 

“i’ll take the risk,” derek says, and stiles’ eyes go warm. 

“are you sure? it’s really not a sharing bed.” 

there is genuinely nothing derek’s ever cared about less in his life. “one way to find out, i guess.” 

“yeah,” stiles says. “scientific method. you can’t just blindly trust your assumptions, you gotta go in and test things.” 

sure. derek moves sideways a little bit. it only hurts a moderate amount. 

and it’s better, once stiles is close to him. stiles wrapping an arm around him, it’s a million times better. 

“why did we not try this a million years ago?” stiles says, and lays his hand on derek’s shoulder to still it before he shrugs. “this is unbelievably cozy. i regret literally every second of sleeping alone.” 

only stiles’ hand on his shoulder keeps derek from shrugging again. “so, yeah. put that in your calendar.” 

so he does know, maybe. all of it, without derek having to explain. no, it’s not… my mom’s great. i love my family. 

it’s just full moons. he can just not be there for full moons, he can be with stiles. 

it doesn’t have to mean he’s rejecting his pack, or his training. at the end of the day, if he can just prove that he has control… well, thanks for the lessons and everything, but i think i can take it from here, after all that. oh yeah, that was a huge help. definitely. 

i just, i think i’m ready to move on to real-life practice, from now on.   

he’ll figure it out. the right balance of normal teenage defiance and deference, the exact wording. 

and maybe stiles’ll help him with it. if he really does know as much about full moons in the hale household as derek is starting to think he does. 

“is laura okay?” stiles says. “does she have somewhere to go? if it gets this bad. can she even get out?” 

derek almost shrugs again. stiles scrubs at his shoulder, and derek’s eyes burn. 

laura’s usually a little bit better at helping with it. cooling things down, or taking a lot of the attention. 

but, she’s in college now. testing out her control in the real world. 

and derek could’ve come with her, if he wanted, but… that would’ve felt too much like running away. 

and besides, he has ties here. stiles, and scott, and isaac, and… stiles, especially. 

and anyway, he’s not like laura. he loves his mom. just because he doesn’t agree with every little thing she does doesn’t mean he wants to cut her out completely. 

even if, more and more, he’s starting to understand that decision.

somehow, he says some of that. and somehow, that’s enough to go back to not talking. to not having to, and to stiles dipping in closer against him, saying, “i think we should institute a curfew, from now on. at least before full moons. i’ll pick you up at like five? unless you have a game, or something.”

“i don’t understand why everyone in beacon hills is obsessed with lacrosse,” derek says, relieved to be on a safer topic. “can you even name a pro lacrosse athlete? seriously.”  

“you’re preaching to the choir,” stiles says, but even he’s obsessed with baseball. which makes more sense than lacrosse, sure, but it just makes him one more person derek can bore to tears by talking about the sport he actually plays. 

“you should come to a game,” derek says. “i’ll make it interesting.”

“ball in hoop, sounds fun,” stiles says, and derek rolls his eyes. 

“it’s a lot more than that.” 

“sure it is,” stiles says, and derek says, “come to a game. you’ll see.”

“only if i get to talk your ear off about baseball afterwards,” stiles says, and derek says, “you do that anyway.”

“even more, i mean.” 

“deal,” derek says, and stiles says, “i could tell my dad, you know. he’d move so fast… you shouldn’t have to sneak out to get away from it.”

but it’s not gonna be like that. not anymore. 

“with our curfew,” stiles says, and derek nods. “our sleep-overs.”

and once they graduate, derek will go wherever stiles goes. and it won’t mean anything about his mom, hiding from her, it’ll be about stiles. just like it always would’ve been, even if his home life was different. 

derek’s feeling a lot better. a lot better, suddenly. 

it’s barely about the healing.

[thebibliosphere]

I'm not sure the novelty of a doctor actually providing me with compassionate and competent treatment will ever wear off.

Like... I've known for years I am sick. Logically I am aware I've been ignored, abused, and violated. But there's still that abused and gaslit part of my brain fearfully murmuring, "But what if I am doing this for attention and I just don't know it? what if I am a Bad Patient?"

And it's so ingrained that even when a doctor tells me they ran biopsies that confirm my diagnosis irrefutably, I'm still like, "Wow, I sure am a good liar being able to fake biopsies like that." Like bitch, the fuck did I do? Manifest a fake result through the power of my brain?

What kind of Matilda-ass-nonsense do I think I'm capable of? And why am I not using it to make Elon Musk explode at will?

Anyway. I hope my therapist's great-grandkids enjoy the college education I'm about to bankroll. Fuck me.

[chaos-interwoven]

so do we think that andrew refused his prescription pain meds after his surgery so that they wouldn’t have to exist within proximity to his brother? because even if aaron was sleeping in a different dorm, he’d be over and he’d know they were there, and andrew trusted him but didn’t want to put him in that situation regardless? and do we think that above all, andrew didn’t want to be high on pain meds in front of aaron, didn’t want to provide that potential reflection?

[sleepnoises]

my personal favorite pens and pencils

sakura pigma micron 08, 0.5mm — uniform line, waterproof, quick drying, medium juicy, dark ink, good for writing addresses on letters and messages on the backs of business cards in packages

sakura pigma professional brush pen, fine — precise yet springy tiny pointy tip, waterproof ink. good for drawing and for writing names on letters fancily. lifts a little when erased over alas but everything else is good

gold pilot metropolitan fountain pen, fine, converter installed / clear pilot kakuno, fine, brass kaweco clip installed — cheap precise fountain pens that i keep banging around in travel or letting dry out and they are A-OK. nice for fancy-feeling list making or journaling. fun for drawing but don't let your sketchbook get wet. I can't remember what ink I have in the metropolitan but the kakuno has green cartridges

pentel energel infree 0.5mm turquoise — just a pleasantly juicy gel pen

pentel twist-erase pencil 0.5mm — vintage style and big ol' replacable eraser. hard to break

pilot color eno erasable mechanical pencil in sky blue — just fun to have as an undersketch option

pentel vistage water brush, fine — mvp. ride or die. if you're doing a watercolor painting on location that's about five by five inches this is your girl

[fatedroses]

And some days, I just wish you wouldn't look at me at all.

[ghostly-cabbage]

We need to talk about the worst thing about making AUs....

The fact that then when you inevitably think about crossovers you don't want the crossover with the canon you want it with your specific AU. Your brain worms, your circus, but THEN WHAT?

Oh, yeah, to understand this crossover you need to go read this entirely different fic/series? Girl help 😭 you can't do that

[emptyjunior]

Jace is the perfect encapsulation of a sorcerer cause sometimes you just hang out and do nothing and then suddenly in a calamity of coincidences and homicides you have the most powerful position in the school.

As a sorcerer player myself, stop accusing him! Is it really a crime to never read or study or try and then just be gifted ultimate power for No reason, like chill out about it

[danikatze]

For ages now I've been telling everyone I know that I want to make a reduction woodblock print and now there's an exhibition coming up in another graphic studio that I've been encouraged to make work for.

Also my therapist has been trying to give me a little push in the back, to be my "big stick," for me to take steps toward doing stuff I have mental blockades for.

So the last couple of days I've been sketching and planning and purchasing materials and I hate that I don't really feel any excitement, I'm just weirdly really scared. It's just really complicated and I have so little energy and creative juice that I'm afraid it's just going to be a huge waste of time/energy/money.

[nightly-nightcat]

this is the week i revive this blog. i hope