#although in this instance

[cannibaldowntown]

Love is when the things that used to be disgusting, and the things that used to be absurd for you to even think about, become exceptions just for the one you care for and love.

Love comes in many shapes and forms. It comes in lessons. In different types. It comes in the people that leave your life. It can even come in strangers you see on the street, or art painted on a building

Love comes in those that make you want to change.

Love makes you want to be better. Love can make you go lengths you never expected yourself too. Love can make you do things you never expected too.

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

I was gonna wait and post these till I had more doodles but I’ll just post them now it’s fine. I’ll just explain stuff in the tags as per usual

Some Raz poses and some Dion and Adam stuff

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(Please do not use or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me thank you)

[yujeong]

Hey, so, I was going to make a whole post about it but Pete never says "Thank you" genuinely to anyone in canon - not to Vegas ever, not with his words - EXCEPT he DOES say it genuinely to fucking KORN of all people for "his mercy" because he spared Vegas and didn't fucking kill him along with his father.

I swear I'm super fucking normal about it.

[syrupfog]

He won’t let anyone else hold him 🤷‍♀️

[hcnnibal]

Since it’s on the brain, was the 1992 Event like a single moment, or was it more protracted over days/weeks/months?

kind of… both…

[lokijiro]

Every time Sherlock had illegally acquired a gun, Mycroft had confiscated it, so he is rather surprised when his brother does nothing about John’s gun.

[britneyshakespeare]

beatles poll, for research (reductive binary opinions only)

[gideonisms]

why does everyone in horror podcasts always think human meat would taste good. Compared to other animals we are not even that meaty I bet the texture is way off

[toxooz]

been binging tf outa Avatar the last airbender bc ive been puking my EVERLOVIN guts out since yesterday and hear me out

[xxplastic-cubexx]

just read the new mutants issue where Charles chose to stay behind in space and my god the juxtaposition between Charles trusting Erik and Erik joining the hellfire club and wondering at his own trust worthiness. I wonder how much of Charles decision was him ultimately trying to avoid the fact that his first class had seemingly betrayed mutant kind and not be willing to face them and how much of it was Dani and Illyana's reaction to him having Karma mind control Illyana. the fact that Illyana was depending on him to ease her mind through limbo and in choosing to stay he forced karma to do it instead, probably fucking up their relationship in the process.

I love him, this is crazy, how much of this is him trying to runaway and how much is this him not trusting himself to fix things and how much is it just him trusting Erik?

i keep trying to put into words my exact thoughts about the sitch but there really is a lot for one issue aintit... oh charles you and your brain...

[free-luigi-mangione]

Girl, I hate to say it, but unless you want to discuss luigi the human being (which seems to be taboo because so many people hate when others talk about him in any context but the case) there is really nothing else to discuss right now. Conversation about luigi the person is apparently "fangirling/gossiping" to a lot of people, though. We don't know that much about him and his life; a lot of what we know is conjecture. Unless his friends and family decide to share him with us, we'll never really know him. This is me hoping he writes a damn book.

I'm not trying to dissuade you from discussing luigi the human! I hope you do. Anybody dissuading conversation about luigi as a human is doing far more harm than a fangirl posting his picture and saying how hot he is. I really don't like people telling others how to talk about luigi because most of the positive discourse about him has come from his "fandom," and they're the reason we know so much about him! For every crumb of info we have about him, there is an asshole complaining that we shouldn't be talking about it because it's "irrelevant" and "doing nothing but hurting his case" or whatever. With nearly all social media companies actively censoring luigi content to the point where there is almost nothing but anti-luigi mainstream media posts, the public needs to speak about him as much as possible wherever we can. That includes tidbits about him and his life because learning who luigi is is exciting. It helps keep the momentum going. The man is an enigma, and we are intrigued!

I digress here, but I know that many luigi supporters have migrated to Discord to avoid censorship and the toxic people that are constantly complaining about the luigi content other people post. I have a feeling a lot of luigi tumblr just went to discord instead of dealing with the dozens of hate anons they dealt with every day. This breaks my heart because it minimizes the exposure on other platforms. They're letting the haters win. By telling people not to post certain things about luigi just because they don't like it, claiming shit like it doesn't help his case, we obviously get less and less luigi content, which just sucks for everybody.

i am very ready to talk about Luigi the human but i will not be writing fanfic (i've never written fanfic and i definitely don't want to start now) or speculating about whether he has had mental health issues or not. i also don't want to sit here and judge stupid things he might or might not have done during his college life. because it's really not that deep. it's college life for a reason.

but otherwise, i am very ready to talk about anything else. as long as we remember to talk about him as a fellow human and give him the respect he deserves, i am perfectly okay with it.

i can also talk about how hot i think he is, but i'd like to keep those thoughts to myself. things can go out of hand here really quickly if i linger on that for too long or let others do it. so i'd like to plead the fifth on this. 😔

also talking about Luigi makes sure people remember him and that's honestly a great thing and no damage can come out of it as long as people don't pull the forged letter stunt or the notes in socks stunt. anybody supporting him anyhow are still supporting him and that's great.

also not everything will be helping the case directly, sometimes just keeping Luigi's name and face in the public view will be enough. especially because court dates are gonna be scarce (that's how legal procedures work) and if people forget him, he might actually end up losing his life that way.

[gynandromorph]

i know there are lots of things about jessies parents being non-abusive in every litmus test way possible, but the strip where evelyn talks to jessie still has me going the vibes feels really off. like the way she calls her baby girl, she says she's not being who she is and how she should know better, then tells her what to do, instead of talking to her like she's her own person. in my head, it's emotionally abusive/infantilizing, but out of superiority/selfishness/stupidity rather than malice.

which strip is this? or do you mean the script itself? i think that evelyn's behavior in idletry itself, when her daughter has functionally unlocked omnipotence and decided murder is the best way to put it to use, is very different from her behavior in general -- although i've also posted some analysis about evelyn having subconscious resentment and contempt for jessie. you are right about that though, she does see jessie as inferior once she reaches adulthood and fails to thrive, per se, and, more, intentionally tries to abuse the power dynamic between her and jessie to control jessie's behavior once jessie unlocks grievous levels of power. the power dynamic has changed, of course, as soon as jessie gains power, so this attempt fails even after escalating to its terminal velocity, per se.

anyway, i think some people will see it as an ass pull to separate these behaviors, but i do think that the way you treat your child at age 3 and age 30 lead to very different outcomes... so when i talk about "whether evelyn and adam are abusive parents in general" the framing is specifically "is jessie the way she is in the story Because She Was Abused During Her Formative Years"

[sysig]

Hiya :) I've been getting into DSMP animatics, and I love seeing the different interpretations of the character designs even though I only have a vague sense of the lore so far. It's all got cool vibes!! Can I request a drawing of Ranboo or Wilbur, or maybe even both? I'm not sure if they actually ever interact in the story or not, but I'd say interpret the prompt however you want and have fun??

Day 19 - Stuck inside

[byteing]

It is SLEEP TIME. See you folks later. 💖

As an aside: I don't generally have a lot of energy for plotting, threading, OOC IMs etc. So most of my interactions tend to come through asks or just through talking in OOC replies/commenting on headcanon posts and such, and I appreciate that so many people are completely fine with that. :3c I love talking on the dash and seeing people interact with one another and and and. Etc!

[summertimemusician]

Linktober (Shadow) 2023

Spirit

Welp turns out my exam season throughly steam rolled through my general Linktober plans, so you get this VERY late thing for now folks who find this, at least until I decide whether to continue this until I finish it even though it's no longer Linktober or if I'll make whatever other stories come later their own thing after exam season is over (mostly because the original for this one is my preferred draft, and that I feel the one for the Link/Dark Link prompt would be kind of wasted if it just sat there collecting dust cause I worked hard on the tension and horror there lord darn it, along with a few others mainly involving Fae Hyrule, Twilight, Time, First, among other Links like Legend, Sky, Warriors, just all of the boys, I wanted to give them all proper spotlight and still want to do that in any way I can). Welp. *Downs coffee like a shot* Also really need to find out how to make a Masterlist on mobile, figure out how AO3 works and answer asks.

Anyway, not really any warnings this time besides Reader Not Being Okay (par the course really) and angst.

As always can be read as either romantic or platonic, Reader is gender neutral on purpose, technically is meant to be read as either Hero's Shade Time x Reader or First x Reader mainly, but you can interpret it as any Link really lol

Good reading!

This corner of Faron Woods was quiet this time of year.

The woods were solemn in this Hyrule, the sliver of moonlight barely enough of a guide through the mist, it was silent but for the soft padding of animals through the underbrush and the howl of a wolf in the distance (not Wolfie's, not musical enough). The stars were your only company as you were separated from the group, the air was cold agaisnt your skin as you attempted to find your way.

Being alone in the forests of Hyrule never spelled anything good for anyone, but as you felt the brush of a hand tenderly twined in yours, the ghost of leather and the faint clinking of steel, and a faint glow of pale gold and ivory cutting through the veil of the night, mindful of roots you may trip onto and never flickering too far out of sight you couldn't feel safer, even  if instead something like melancholy threatened to lock your throat with the chains of silence, you felt as warm as the soft twilight glow and as frigid as ice, frostburned with the bitter cold of your own warring emotions.

You can't help but chuckle a bit whille holding a old scabbard close to your heart, it's a wry sound, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

There is no answer, of course there isn't, but you don't mind, you know he'll listen, thorns wrap around your heart and crawl up your throat, the smell of lilies and steel coats and sticks in your throat like honey, or maybe blood, "... I didn't think you'd show up, you know? I always considered the possibility but..." You trail off, you feel something brush your side, you can only see him in the corner of your eyes or with a passing glance, there but not, existing but gone, so you keep your eyes on the road and in the flicker of light, so you carefully don't look to your side, you don't think you could contain the shaking in your heart otherwise, to stare at inevitability and prophecy, "... I know, I know you're fine. At least for now, I apologize for all the trouble I gave you."

'It's alright. It could never be a hardship aiding you.', the voice echoes in your ears, and you swallow thickly, breath hitching, the warmth of the sun in the fields of Hyrule, the wind caressing your hair, the song of the animals in Faron Woods, someone holding you carefully, fondly. The warmth of your hand in his. Not really here, but not gone either, more feeling than true echo.

You chuckle, and try to pretend it's not a bit breathless, something like a wounded keen, "... You're too kind. Too, too kind, thank you."

Spirits in Hyrule never spell anything good, in this wild land of light and shadow in a gestalt of divinity. There are some exceptions though, even if it hurts to witness then. So you follow him through the dark, certain that as you've guided his way once, he'll lead you now to where you need to go.

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... The clearing he leads you to is open, but by no means truly quiet among the trees, there is no peace to be found for the armored skeleton here. You choke on sorrow, on unfinished business, on the cruelty of being brought to ruin and being denied peace, and you stumble towards the familiar figure, almost in a trance as your vision blurs, roots and thorny vines wrap over rusted armor and a thorn cape, the skeleton's void sockets piercing through your soul, illuminated by the solemn gaze of the wretched moon and it's uncaring maids of honor in the stars.

You fall to your knees near the decaying skeleton, biting back against the wounded sound that attempts to leave your throat with enough strenght to bleed, you lay the scabbard by his side with a bouquet of lilies and shiver at the gentle, phantom touch, so soft, so loving it almost leads you to ruin all over again.

'... It's foolish to grieve for someone who isn't gone yet.' the thought comes to you, yet you can't help it. You still hurt for him, you still hold onto the fury at the heavens themselves for denying them quietus. For denying them rest over and over and over again. To watch this cycle and be helpless to stop it all due to the will of uncaring gods.

Alive. Dead. Alive. Dead. Denied full rest over and over again, to watch the chance at rest to the kindest of souls found in this world you found yourself in.

You barely register the touch to your cheek, ephemeral as it is, as you can't help but shed tears, can't help but grieve. Because if you don't, who will?

You know by now that some wounds can never heal, some rifts can never be mended. Even with the guarantee of cyclic, eternal rebirth, some things never return to how they were. And reminding yourself of this inevitability to them will never not hurt, even if you know it's futile to blame anyone but the one god who started this, and maybe the goddess who stood complacent to it. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth that it'll one day come to this, that the frost of death and the sharpness of pain will leave a mark the sands of time can't scar over.

You reach a trembling hand towards the one in your cheek, try to find catharsis in the remains of decayed, dead yet ever eternal, ever growing love. And you breathe.

'We'll meet again. So do not mourn for me, please.'

You don't think you could deny him if you tried. Not when you know he's trying to soothe you, to thaw your sorrow. To allow your heart's healing to fallow.

"We will, I know. I'm sorry for making you worry." You chuckle, leaning into the cold, trying to brand the memory of the shadowed, but not gone love given to you so you can return it in kind. Just until you meet again, just until you can give all you can to his not yet decomposing self, grasping onto what remains of him, "I love you."

'I love you too. Until we meet again.'

The cold is gone, the echo of love leaves. And you breathe, and pretend you don't feel empty.

(When you see Link again, reuniting with the Chain on the next day's twilight. You hug him as tight as you can, and hope you he doesn't notice the tears in your eyes. And that you don't feel the lingering traces of a frigid embrace.

When no one is looking, you wave goodbye to the shade. And pray he dreams of warmer days until he finds quietus.)

[arolesbianism]

Sometimes I just look at Isabeau and just know that if isat came out and I got into it when I was like 16 he would be my favorite character and I would've gone absolutely buck wild over this man and feel like he was laser targeting me. But alas Odile has a grip of steel on me rn due to her virtue of being a middle aged woman