#but brain insisted so take this

[factorialsotherfandoms]

TW: references to canonical egg deaths. But nothing on screen, just people being sad.

It's a cold night, but Forever doesn't mind. Richars is already in bed - most of the island is - but he stays up, and awake, and working on his base. He likes working like this, even if it is a little lonely.

He hums to himself as he places the materials, missing the sound of the warp as he keeps himself company.

A tugging at his trousers is the first thing he notices.

Forever looks down, a little confused, to see Chayanne standing there, unusually still.

"Chayanne?" he asks, a little teasing. "What is it? Did you come to fight me again?"

The tears stops when he sees the tears well up, sees Chayanne struggling to write on the newly placed sign.

"No, no," Forever says, kneeling down by the egg. "What's wrong? Can you show me?"

Chayanne turns back, holding out his hands. Confused, Forever takes them, automatically running his thumbs along the scars.

Philza is an amazing parent, he does his absolute best, but with an island constantly trying to kill the eggs, such things are inevitable. Everyone has some, and the eggs scar so much easier than most.

Chayanne tenses up a little, then relaxes, then takes one hand away and puts it on his chest.

"A heart hurt?" Forever asks, shifting a little closer. "Come here, tell me about it."

Forever is honestly surprised when Chayanne does so, crawling into his lap. He wonders why Chayanne came here, before remembering Philza is once again away - that he said, while he was gone, to look after Chayanne and Tallulah. Tallulah would have been the more expected child to come to /him/ not Bad, but... Here Chayanne is.

He wraps the boy in a hug, and lets him write.

'I miss them' is written on a yellow sign.

There's a lot of people Chayanne could miss, for such a little egg so many things have happened. Forever pats his head, and smiles at him, and picks one.

"Your dads will be home soon," he promises, though he can only really speak for one of them. "You'll see."

Forever gets punched in the leg. He winces, but keeps hold of the boy.

His dedication to holding him seems to be right, because Chayanne slams down another sign.

'Bobby' is all it reads.

"Oh Chayanne," and Forever is so very out of his depth, so very very far from his expertise - especially as Tilin and Trump and JuanaFlippa's names also appear. "I'm sorry."

He genuinely has no idea what to say, but more signs appear before he can work it out.

'What if I fail again?' he writes. 'What if someone else gets hurt?' 'dies' 'I'm the eldest' 'isn't it my job to look after them?' 'I failed and now they're gone' 'I miss them'

Chayanne shakes with the pen trailing on another sign, face to the floor. Gently Forever turns him back around, finding his face.

"It's not your fault," Forever does his best to promise. "It's for the adults to look after you, and we will. You didn't fail them."

'You don't know' 'You weren't here.'

Forever wasn't, it's true. But he can feel the echoes of the eggs across the island, and he also knows it could never have been Chayanne's fault.

The best and the worst of his father, no? A strong, brave boy, who blames himself for being too weak against the woes of the world.

"I know if there was anything you could have done, you would have."

Forever isn't expecting Chayanne to curl up and cry in his lap, but he holds him tight anyway. He's a little bigger than Richars, but Forever sings him the same songs. They're not ones Chayanne knows, or can even understand, but it's all Forever can think of in that moment - and, see? He's inadequate too.

Eventually Chayanne pulls away, popping down another sign.

'He only said he was going exploring. He never came home.'

"Sometimes things go wrong," Forever doesn't know how to explain this to a child. "Accidents happen, and its nobody's fault. It just... is."

Another pause, another shiver, another pause.

Another sign.

'What if dad also never comes home?'

Forever holds Chayanne a little tighter.

"He will," Forever promises. "He will."

[yashley]

Say something true!

[blujayonthewing]

pitched battle inside my brain between the part of me that's desperately shaking myself by the shoulders going "YOU HAVE GOT TO ACTUALLY LIVE THE KIND OF LIFE YOU IMAGINE INSTEAD OF JUST SITTING AROUND IMAGINING IT UNTIL YOU DIE!!" and the part of me that's clutching my face going "is this allowed? is this allowed?? is this allowed???"

[ct-multifandom]

I don’t usually make posts like this, but I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-intellectual junk lately, and I really think we need to put the word “pretentious” up on a shelf until people learn what it actually means.

It doesn’t describe someone who likes artsy-fartsy deep meaning media. People who are pretentious are fake. They’re posers trying to be sophisticated and unique, not like other girls. They pretend to only like stuff they think will make them sound cool when they talk about it. They want to act like they know something you don’t, and they want attention for it.

By definition, if you genuinely enjoy something, you can’t be pretentious. If it resonates with you, and you analyze it, and you don’t care what people think, that’s the polar opposite, actually. If you love obscure experimental prog music, if you watch underground high concept indie films through English teacher eyes, if you spend hours in a modern art museum reading each piece as a vessel for storytelling, if your backpack’s full of poetry books that inspire you, if you play underrated games that were someone’s passion project, if you have an interest in studying the classics or the masters, you are not pretentious.

Of course, some people just don’t like some stuff, and that’s fine, but that’s not what this is about. Don’t let anti-intellectuals shame you for enjoying things just because your interests are inaccessible to them, because they refuse to be brave and put effort into critical thinking. You’re not stuck up for refusing to overlook the craft of artists.

[antidotefortheawkward-art]

Realized that in my Immortality Speedrun AU, even though Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing likely wouldn't have had the opportunity to get thrown from Heaven since they'd be working overtime at their posts, Ao Lie very much would still have the opportunity to land himself on death row as a prince, so.... Sun "An enemy of Heaven is an ally of mine" Wukong gets a roommate for buddy comedy reasons

[ID: 1. An illustration of Ao Lie and Sun Wukong. Ao Lie is in his princely attire, but notably disheveled. His green outermost robe is hanging half open, with burnt and ripped hems. The red sash at his waist is hanging in tatters as well. His hair is loose down his back and he's holdining a sword in his right hand. Sun Wukong is in his human disguise, wearing an open checkered daoist's robe. His white inner robe is not tucked into his pants and a red dudou is peeking out from underneath it. He's staring at a book in his left hand while chewing on a piece of willow, his right hand scritching his chin thoughtfully.

2. A sketched comic, with Ao Lie in teal and Sun Wukong in orange. In the first panel, Ao Lie bursts into a cave in a rush. In the second panel, Sun Wukong is sitting on the floor of the cave next to a table, looking at Ao Lie at the cave's entrance. SWK says, "Uh. Hi? This cave is already occupied." In the third panel, Ao Lie attempts to pull otu his sword in surprise, crying out "Stay back!" before he's interrupted by Sun Wukong casting a freezing spell "定!". In the fourth panel, Sun Wukong has a cheerful but annoyed facial expression as he approaches the frozen Ao Lie. He says, "LOL Nice try, punk- Now what the hell are you doing in my cave?", then, "Wait a min-". In the fifth panel, Sun Wukong is looking up at Ao Lie with a surprised and incredibly amused expression, exclaiming, "Wait- You're the Ao kid who managed to set his father's palace on fire underwater!". Ao Lie looks back at him with a tense expression, saying, "Please don't tell me you're gonna hand me in." To which Sun Wukong replies, "Hell no I won't!"

3. A sketched comic, again with Ao Lie in teal and Sun Wukong in orange. In the first panel, Sun Wukong is reading some plans in the foreground and Ao Lie is in the background. Sun Wukong says, "Xiao Long, could you head out and fetch me some lingzhi? I'm fresh out. In the second panel, Ao Lie responds, "I'm a prince who has an active warrant out for his arrest, and you're just some rogue brewing illegal immortality. Wouldn't it make more sense to go out yourself?" In the third panel, an unimpressed Sun Wukong presses a basket to Ao Lie's chest. Sun Wukong says, "I've got arrest warrants for crimes you wouldn't even imagine. Plus, it's my magic and my cave keeping you hidden, so pull your weight, Princey." Ao Lie rolls his eyes and has his hands up in a mock defeated pose. End ID]

[nerdie-faerie]

Just when I think the day's going well, I crash a golf cart

[queenofskytown]

my one true talent

[sirpeppersto]

going to try running hades 2 on a surface pro 6 bc it's the only windows device i own

[somethingwittythiswaycomes]

Friends, wish me luck

we're moving, we found a place last sunday by coincidence and after a bunch of scrambling around put in an offer and it was accepted

i'm not sure when i became the type of person with a realtor and a lawyer, but apparently after being an adult for 12 years you can just end up with these things?

[ronkeyroo]

How do you call it when you want to sigh deeply but in a pleasant way but also scream and slam the wall at the same time but also you generally feel good but like STUFF STILL BUGS YOU and there are alot of intrusive memories and bad people you want to literally turn into paste but also you already came to terms that they’re nobodies and my life looks so much better now without their garbage presence and i’ve been super productive too??? finishing two wonderful sculptures and commission work and had a gorgeous meal with my wonderful partner AND THE DAY WAS WONDERFUL BUT IT STILL FEELS BITTERSWEET AND I STILL WANT TO AHGHFGGGHHHHHH

[asjjohnson]

I've finished the bottle of pain killers I bought in November. haha, I guess I hadn't needed to worry about their short expiration date. (I already bought more, by the way)

I thought it would've helped a bit more for this morning's headache. (if I didn't think it would also increase the risk of side effects I would drink some coffee to increase the dose.)

If I'm not careful, one of these days during a headache I'll tell a doctor to go ahead and crack my head open.

...When not having a headache, I want to avoid that.

(but I'll probably be fine soonish. Just whining a bit. Despite the headaches having been getting more mild over these months, I seem to be getting more sensitive. I guess I'm just tired of it.)

(...pondering risking the internal bleeding and other bad side effects of a coffee boost. ...But then again the taste/smell of coffee might make me throw up. :/ )

[paigemathews]

Honestly, I really love the idea that the approach with the next gen tends to be “it takes a village” just bc of how embedded the sisters are in each other’s lives. I’ve mentioned it before in the tags of this post, but the idea that you wouldn’t be able to match parents/child or siblings of each set bc you just can’t really tell. I don’t know, just the idea of Piper making cupcakes for the twins’ class while Phoebe gives Mel advice about a boy while Leo teaches Phoebe’s daughter how to drive while Henry teaches Chris how to throw a punch and so on just hits for me for some reason. 

Especially when it comes to trouble, like a demon attack during a Warren family dinner night? Paige pulls Wyatt out of the way of a Darklighter attack, and doesn’t even need to look to know that Coop and Piper will do the same thing for her daughters. Whenever trouble pops up, they’d protect any of the kids with their own life, as if they were their own, no matter whose they actually are.

[daz4i]

hate that i can't explain to people that sometimes things give me a mental block and i can't fix them on my own. bc it'll make me sound crazy. there is something on the table that is preventing me from using it. i can't move it on my own. physically i could, but mentally, my brain won't let me. i don't know why. just approaching the table makes me panic. yes i know it doesn't make sense. no i don't know how to change that. can't you just move it? why not? why do i need to give a logical reason for my brain's illogical behavior to get this very simply help from you? why do i need a reason at all?

[beinggayisreallyexpensive]

I love my husband sm but his ADHD is so bad that when he offers certain help, I am going to have to start to decline it because it is... not actually helpful to me. On Sunday I bought a container for the dog food and went to visit him at work. I was carrying that and another large-ish bag, but nothing was heavy, just annoying. He was like "oh, you want me to bring the container home for you?? Let me carry it!" and then he forgot it at work for 2 days and is off today lmao. Cool. So much more helpful than me just carrying it home that day.

[invinciblerodent]

Since nothing and no one is going to stop me from giving all my hobbies to my characters, I've decided that Arvid sews and crochets in the evenings

He was raised at a monastery, so he kinda has more domestic skills than average, and the healer usually tends to be a more caring character anyway, so Everyone's Dwarf Dad(dy) not only has a fanny pack full of fantasy fruit snacks and shoulders perfect for crying on, he also happily fixes clothes and WILL make everyone a (kinda crooked) scarf, just in case it gets chilly

[carcinized]

feeling of growing into my body is so nice too. god puberty sucked