#and this is not good

[plumiipixel]

i'm currently obsessed with a specific sim thank you very much

[sohkatani]

FFXIV Write 2023 - Prompt #5: Barbarous

Many years ago...

Sohka could not have been more uncomfortable had she been a fish unceremoniously plucked out of the water. She'd only just arrived in Thanalan from the Azim Steppe a moon ago. One night, only a few suns ago, she'd met a charming, kind gentleman who had introduced himself as a lord of Ishgard. She wasn't certain what all that entailed, but it certainly sounded important with the emphasis he'd put on it. He didn't seem to mind her rugged furs or broken Common, and had invited her to dinner at his home in Ishgard, this very night.

She'd bathed in the river, dried her hair in sunlight and braided it, cleaned her leathers and furs, and had arrived just in time to meet him outside of Ul'dah. There'd been a flash of pleased triumph in his dark eyes that she hadn't been able to discern the reason for, but soon disregarded it, as it hadn't lasted.

They'd teleported to his home in Ishgard, leaving her queasy and dizzy - oh, but she hadn't liked that method of transportation. It had been her first time using that sort of magic and it hadn't agreed with her. Nevertheless, she drew herself up and, arm in his, entered the dining hall... where approximately two dozen other silk-clad guests were seated at the table, all of the staring in utter shocked and cruel delight... right at her.

She'd thought they would be alone. The moment the whispers began, however, she recognized what this had been - a set-up. From the first hello. "Look at her clothing!", "I bet she doesn't even know what a soup spoon is, how barbarous!", "Look how she clings to his arm, it's pitiful!" The whispers began, along with tittering laughter... and to her shame, Sohka - with tears welling up in her eyes - turned and fled. Everywhere she looked, there were more shocked stares, until finally, a kindly young woman took her by the arm and led her to a tavern, paid for a room for her and travel back to Thanalan the next day.

Present day...

She'd never forgotten that lesson. Why she'd dreamt of it now, though, she had no idea. Waking up groggy, still in chains, still on the furs at the feet of the Chaghan, she pondered the dream while trying to orient herself. They had to be close to the Steppe by now, they'd been sailing for days. What she did know was that she'd never run away from anything before then, and would never do so again, even if she happened across the opportunity.

[lvrhughes]

i’ll have you all know i fucking hâte arizona now they’re stupid the state it stupid idc

i’m a hateful canadian fuck arizona devs ily

[mispronouncing-michaelangelo]

either people with DID need to stop being so relatable or I need to go to the doctor

[macdenlover]

it came to my realization that 99% of my fandom related headaches would be cured if everyone understood this

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[its-arson-time]

this post is meant for mobile users

[maudiemoods]

If life is a never ending loop of dirty dishes and laundry then that means life is a never ending loop of home cooked meals and comfy clean clothes

[theres-rue-for-you]

my brother works on a boat so when he rants about his job I can’t take it seriously because he keeps angrily referring to his boss as “captain”. like sorry ur having 19th century sailor problems my guy

[qrowscant]

its been about 6 months

[razzafrazzle]

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[lambergeier]

the real danger of spending too much time with friends is you stumble out of ten days of happiness and good food like oh my god THAT was real life. my job means NOTHING

[politijohn]

Source

[itsscaredycat]

so ok yeah fine i watched gravity falls again and read the book of bill

[ace-and-ranty]

That Rolling Stone article about Chappell Roan... the bits about the shit she went through are already wild, but what really gets me is when the article starts listing. every. single. singer. who reached out to her, worried, to commiserate, to give tips, to agree that the harassment of fame is indeed hell. I'm like. "So y'all agree?? All of y'all agree being famous is horrible???" Good LORD.

Fellow stars have reached out to see if she’s OK. Charli XCX was one of the first to do so (..). Eilish has been keeping tabs on Roan (...). Hayley Williams DM’d her, offering to chat with Roan anytime. Katy Perry told her to never read the comments. Lorde gave her a helpful list of things to do at an airport to fly under the radar. The band Muna hosted her for dinner. Miley Cyrus invited her to a party. Lady Gaga has passed along her phone number (...). Roan went on walks and grabbed coffees with Lucy Dacus and Julien Baker. Their boygenius bandmate Phoebe Bridgers came over to Roan’s just to hang, commiserating on how fandom behavior has become increasingly “abusive and violent.” Sabrina Carpenter, who’s also had a shockingly massive year, suggested they meet up and unpack their summers. “We’re both going through something so fucking hard … she just feels like everything is flying, and she’s just barely hanging on,” Roan says. “It was just good to know someone else feels that way.” Backstage at the Vic Theatre in Chicago, Roan flashes her phone to show a lengthy email from Mitski she received that morning. “I just wanted to humbly welcome you to the shittiest exclusive club in the world, the club where strangers think you belong to them and they find and harass your family members,” it reads.

I?? MEAN???

[desperatepleasures]

one time I used the ben affleck smoking reaction image in the family group chat and my mom replied with the funniest possible response which was: "mommy doesn't know who the guy is???" and that phrase has not left my brain since. I'll see blorbos on my dash that I don't recognize and I'll be like well it seems mommy doesn't know who the guy is.