#THAT'S THE SUMMARY OF IT

[visioncursed]

‘ hc ‘  + love

@ashestxashes / ANSWERED .

when  he  is  four  satoru  likes  to  chase  the  frogs  by  the  shallow  pond  outside  the  estate  .  he  toddles  up  &  down  the  sidewalk  ,  chubby  hands  outreached  &  a  wide  smile  on  his  little  face  .  he  never  gets  to  go  alone  ,  which  is  fine  .  he's  little  &  never  goes  anywhere  by  himself  ,  likes  to  babble  childish  nonsense  to  grim  faced  escorts  that  are  always  weary  of  the  bounty  on  his  head  . 

one  day  when  he  chases  frogs  ,  his  shoe  catches  on  a  raised  bit  of  his  asphalt  .  he  tumbles  ,  skins  his  knees  ,  the  palms  of  his  hands  .  gravel  digs  into  the  torn  up  flesh  &  he's  fearful  when  he  sees  blood  ,  when  the  hurt  chases  him  even  after  he  scrambles  upright  from  his  spot  on  the  ground  . 

he  wails  as  loud  &  as  long  as  his  little  lungs  allow  ,  noisy  shrill  cries  &  fat  tears  that  stain  his  cheeks  .  for  five  minutes  he  does  this  -  his  escort  pays  him  no  mind  .  flips  a  page  of  their  book  with  meticulous  fingers  . 

his  sobs  die  down  to  sniffles  &  even  when  he's  brought  inside  ,  when  his  mother  cleans  the  wounds  ,  dabbing  them  a  bit  too  harshly  even  if  he  winces  ,  sits  in  silence  when  she  puts   bandages  over  his  knees  ,  he  doesn't  cry  again  that  night  .  his  heart  aches  for  a  comforting  touch  ,  but  it  never  comes  .

after  that  he  skins  his  knees  a  few  more  times  &  knows  there's  no  point  in  making  a  scene  about  it  .  he  cleans  the  wounds  by  himself  . 

on  holidays  he  sits  alone  in  his  room  &  sorts  through  gifts  that  have  no  faces  ,  no  '  merry  christmas  love,  '  .  they  hold  no  sentiment  ,  they're  cold  &  the  knowledge  is  there  -  that  there  really  hadn't  been  any  thought  put  behind  them  .  there's  a  large  plush  blanket  ,  imported  &  woven  in  fine  fabric  .  soft  to  the  touch  .  it's  satoru's  least  favorite  color  .  he  stuffs  it  in  the  back  of  his  closet  &  never  pulls  it  out  again  . 

when  he  is  sent  off  to  school  it's  early  in  the  morning  .  his  bags  are  packed  but  no  one  waves  him  off  .  he'd  watched  a  movie  just  the  night  before  &  wonders  if  his  mother  could  have  ever  been  the  person  to  tearfully  kiss  his  cheeks  &  wish  him  well  .  maybe  she  was  just  born  cold  .  he  doesn't  particularly  find  himself  missing  her  ,  a  little  too  consumed  by  his  restlessness  to  experience  something  different  . 

the  hallways  are  barren  ,  dust  gathers  on  the  tops  of  doorframes  &  he  thinks  sourly  of  different  memories  buried  in  corners  of  the  home  .  the  kitchen  where  he'd  taped  up  a  clumsy  crayon  drawing  to  the  fridge  ,  only  to  find  it  in  the  trash  later  the  same  night  .  the  living  room  where  he'd  been  told  to  sit  &  be  quiet  ,  quiet  ,  always  quiet  ,  no  family  photos  to  look  at  or  the  wear  &  tear  of  constant  use  .

he  hadn't  been  allowed  to  think  or  to  feel  .  his  milestones  are  never  marked  ,  no  pencil  etches  to  track  his  height  over  the  years  ,  no  box  of  childhood  accomplishments  tucked  somewhere  safe  to  linger  over  when  someone  felt  nostalgic  .  only  orders  .  only  ever  orders  ,  what  to  do  &  how  to  be  . 

he  leaves  for  school  &  hasn't  the  slightest  idea  what  love  means  . 

eventually  ,  he'd  make  friends  .  doesn't  even  realize  how  hard  he  chases  validation  ,  how  he  feels  good  when  they  commend  him  for  doing  well  &  worry  for  him  when  he  isn't  .  suguru  buys  him  mittens  in  his  favorite  color  on  a  particularly  harsh  winter  &  satoru  can't  remember  when  he'd  even  told  him  what  it  was  ,  if  he'd  told  him  at  all  or  if  his  friend  had  really  just  paid  that  much  attention  to  what  he'd  liked  .  shoko  reads  a  magazine  &  lets  him  offload  his  frustrations  .  suguru  always  gets  extra  sweets  that  satoru  inevitably  will  try  to  steal  later  .  shoko  teases  him  for  being  terrible  at  expressing  his  feelings  &  the  conversation  stays  in  his  mind  for  weeks  afterwards  .  they  both  get  him  gifts  for  the  holiday  &  they're  silly  ,  a  ridiculous  pair  of  glasses  &  a  cheap  tshirt  that  reads  '  drama  queen  '  . 

his  heart  throbs  painfully  with  something  he  can't  place  &  it's  the  first  time  he  thinks  he  may  cry  again  . it's  hard  to  understand  that  it's  love  until  suguru  leaves  .  until  things  fall  apart  &  he  feels  empty  ,  raw  &  flighty  .  he  hurts  terribly  -  everything  he  sees  reminds  him  of  what  he  doesn't  have  .  he  thinks  he  should  have  been  more  grateful  ,  more  attentive  .  he  tries  harder  after  that  ,  when  it's  just  him  &  shoko  .  he's  still  not  very  good  at  expressing  himself  so  he  doesn't  try  .  there's  roundabout  ways  that  he  shows  his  appreciation  .  time  passes  &  he  picks  up  a  kid  that  looks  just  as  miserable  as  satoru  had  when  he  was  little  .  megumi  isn't  easy  .  he's  moody  &  it's  frustrating  ,  he  complains  when  satoru  is  too  affectionate  ,  gives  him  the  silent  treatment  when  they're  running  errands  .  megumi  trips  &  skins  his  knees  when  they  visit  the  park  ,  but  he  doesn't  cry  .  he  picks  himself  up  &  brushes  himself  off  alone  ,  with  a  deep  frown  &  watery  eyes  but  he  doesn't  cry  .  satoru  is  gentle  when  he  cleans  off  the  cuts  ,  covers  them  up  &  he  notices  it  when  megumi  stays  a  little  bit  closer  for  the  night  -  decides  on  his  own  to  join  him  for  a  movie  later  .  it  was  small  &  it  was  something  .   he  doesn't  really  pay  attention  to  what  they're  watching  ,  lost  in  his  own  thoughts  .  thoughts  of  who  he'd  lost  ,  who  he'd  gained  .  so  many  people  &  finally  ,  finally  ,  satoru  thinks  he  finally  understands  what  love  is  .

[andi-o-geyser]

a full SAGA of chaos choices at the diner in the centre of your mind

[msrandonstuff]

Just me venting about my mistakes in my relationship with my younger brother.

Sometimes I just feel like I'm an awful excuse of a sister.

My lil' brother (who I'd give my life for on a heartbeat) is 10 years younger than me. When he was just a little kid, maybe 3 or 4, he wanted a friend to play with, and there was only me. But I didn't want to play, 'cause I wanted to be locked on my room watching youtube on my phone, so I'd always run and lock myself on my bedroom. And he'd be kicking my door and yelling for me to come out, but I wouldn't.

Sometimes, when I got angry at him for something, my mother encouraged me to slap him on the legs and yell at him back. I know I myself was only a kid too (it happened when he was 3 or 4, so what, 3 to 4 years ago; I was 13) and I would feel bad about doing it then too, but nowadays, sometimes, when it is late at night and I pass over his room and I see him sleeping, I just get this nauseating guilt over everything.

idk if he remembers, 'cause you don't really remember a lot from when you're that young, but I know that I remember, and I just feel so much regret over it.

And today we were arguing over my phone 'cause he wanted to play a game on it, and I was with a fucking bad headache that when he got close to me and started throwing things on the ground, my hand just lightly hit him on the leg, and the pain and most of all shame I felt when he looked at me with so much sadness in his face.

I didn't ment to. I didn't wanted to. But it was sort of reflexes I guess, and fuck I regreted it instantly. It's been years since I've only hugged him, but today I lost my pacience and I did what I promised to myself I never would again.

And even worse, when I gave him my phone he told me "I will play with it today, but not tomorrow, 'cause I don't like it when we fight." and oh my god I needed to hold myself back to not burst into tears then and there.

I passes the rest of the afternoon playing and talking with him about the game on my phone, and reassuring him about how much I loved him and how much I'll love him forever, but fuck it hurted to hear that.

I just want to be a good older sister for him, and seeing how this is the last year I will have living with him, since next year I'll go to a whole other city to go to college, I want him to remember me in his childhood as not only a sister but as a friend he can and could always count on, but fuck if sometimes it doesn't feel like i've already failed at that.

I really want him to understand just how deep my love for him goes, I really want to.

[merry-fagoland]

personas are the manifestation of ur true selves or some shit

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Pt III good omens but i STILL SOMEHOW haven't watched it (and i'm increasingly passive aggressive)

i'm now basically held hostage adopted as mascot by this fandom. it's fine i'm fine *SIGNALS FOR HELP DESPERATELY*

Alright fuckers I swear this time I'm going to get some shit right. Without further ado, here's my third attempt at a good omens summary:

Everything everywhere is queer all at once

Angel Aziraphale and demon Crowley on earth likey each other

The car is a bentley and it is BLACK not silver and everyone is very upset about this. my bad yall it was reflecting light therefore i guessed more silver than black but I'm not Anish Kapoor take your black.

Then it is yellow, and aziraphale likes it. crowley preferred the black because he's a flamboyant emo.

God is a deadbeat absentee parent and you are all children of divorce.

There's a naked archangel and they cause problems for the husbands somehow. By being naked? By being an archangel? By being at their doorstep? Who knows not me

They were actually married for 6000 years, they just are the last to know about it.

Crowley is on fire. Like, he's slaying for sure, but also he is literally on fire, like Aziraphale's bookstore.

The actors like I said before are Michael Sheen and David Tennant but this is the place where I finally admit that I don't actually know who is whom. I'm going to assume Michael is Aziraphale because Michael sounds angel-y and David is Crowley because uh Michaelangelo made David and was gay for him.

Terry Pratchett is not fictional.

He co-wrote the book with @neil-gaiman, who IS fictional, because he does not have social media. Several of you have assured me that he is in fact a fandom inside joke. I like to think he would be proud of me.

They adopt a preteen and Crowley gives him bad advice.

At some point a baby was delivered to someone and was exchanged for the son of Satan. Idk if the baby is the preteen, or the son of satan is the preteen, or neither. This could be a fanfic, I have no way of differentiating the fanfic from canon on tumblr, except that the canon is weirder.

Crowley does not go down a chute. He goes down a telephone cord after making himself microscopic to pole dance on a pin with shroom-induced backgrounds.

During this his stage name is Disco Tony. Get it king go slay you're making better life choices than I am tbh.

Aziraphale is a biblically accurate angel, and you have all gone to extensive lengths to prove this to me. I understood nothing, but there you go.

It's all very queer, just like the fandom.

Crowley is a retired demon but he still sins by breaking the speed limit.

They eat at fancy restaurants and bicker but like in a sexual undercurrent way.

Crowley gives Aziraphale a private dance that is not a lap dance, it is an apology dance, but not in a kinky way, until it is.

Their haircuts keep changing and range from 'this is acceptable and gay' to 'i let a drunk chimpanzee take gardening shears and a blowtorch to my hair'

It's all ineffably queer my good fellows

Everyone keeps trying to convince me Neil Gaiman is the villain yeah no guys I know it's really you. Y'all be like 'SEASON TWO BROKE ME' and then you're making headcanons to make it sadder yeah I see you mmhm.

There is a final fifteen. It is sad. What is it? No one told me.

The demon turns goats into crows and the angel turns them back and then children are turned into newts (does the angel turn them back? who cares not yall) and the demon was the snake in the Eden garden and everyone's furry game seems to be on point.

There are a rather lot of children. I have not seen them. But I am assured they are there. They are, guys. I assume they were turned into the alcohol Aziraphale and Crowley drink or something.

There was an apocalypse plotline. It was averted. It is not important. You don't talk about plotlines in this fandom, no sir.

Crowley doesn't want to go to heaven. Aziraphale is sad.

The kiss is not nice, just like this fandom. It is queer, just like this fandom. It is sad and desperate and masochistic, just like this fandom.

Aziraphale doesn't want to stay back with Crowley. Crowley is sad.

Season 2 ends. Fandom is sad.

Everyone's sanity is hinging on the promise of a happy ending in season 3. Good luck guys.

Y'all better appreciate this. I can't even boast to my mother about this legacy of mine, hey mum your son has been held hostage kidnapped inducted into a cult adopted by a fandom he's not part of look he's winning at life.

[aumael]

Kind of art summary for 2023. Or Good Omens art summary 😅

[thatadhdmood]

@nutmegan17 on tiktoks eating tray hack

By keeping a tray full of no prepare necessary food, in the fridge it can be used to aid neurodivergent or fatigued people.

By putting food like, cheese and crackers, or whatever is a safe food for you personally on the tray, it can be taken easily to the couch or bed to be eaten from whenever you are hungry.

This prevents executive dysfunction or fatigue and any reason preventing you from eating. You need to care of yourself because everyone needs food to stay alive including you.

You deserve to eat even when on a bad brain day and are unable to prepare a meal for yourself.

If not having a full meal doesn't satisfy you, a snack may even give you the energy to make a full meal afterwards!

[soaked-doors]

GOOD DEVILS GONE BAD

[dylsexai]

So we've gotten to the point where they have created camps where civilians, including children, are being lined up naked. I know I won't be able to convince anyone who still denies it's genocide. The reason I keep talking about this, and the you should keep talking about this, is so that these same people cheering on the fascists can't pretend they didn't know it was happening.

[ao3-crack]

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[cor-lapis]

Somewhere out there, Charlotte is still 1 million mora in debt and waiting for the Wriothesley Scoop

(you can find more of my quest summaries here!)

[bloodybellycomb]

In a capitalist dystopia, your company gets to determine your sexuality, but one brave man will rebel against this system. In a world full of bisexuals, one courageous man decides to take a bold stand and come out as straight. Read this popular ya novel that is taking tiktok by storm now.

[0yorixu]

etho sketch, don't have time to color cuz then I'll spend hours on it and I won't have time to do my school work that I've been procrastinating on

[art-woonz]

Resin Art

[writeouswriter]

People sorting ao3 solely by stats and only clicking on fics with a certain amount of kudos or comments, you will not survive the winter, nor the summer, nor at all, *brings out knife,* run

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

So, in Brazilian feminism and technology news, the Chamber of Deputies has approved a bill that criminalizes the creation and sharing of nude images and videos created by artificial intelligence.

The text, authored by deputy Erika Kokay (Workers' Party) and reported by deputy Luisa Canziani (Social Democratic Party), sets a penalty of 1 to 4 years in prison, in addition to a fine, for anyone who creates or disseminates “montages or modifications that aim to include a person in a nude scene or sexual act, including the use of artificial intelligence in video, audio or photography."

The bill now heads to the Senate.

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