#can only comprehend that as a

[koschei-the-ginger]

[bunnieswithknives]

Sam will never stop growing because the visitor will never stop thinking about them ♥

[autisticrosewilson]

I'm actually not over the person last week who got in the notes of my "stopping the drug trade completely all at once would actually be very bad for addicts, so getting pissy at Jason is silly" post and said with their whole chest some variation of "Ah HA so he took drugs away from CHILDREN just admit you have a weird version of Jason in your head" like. I mean, I guess if you really want to, you could be mad that he didn't give children who were already addicted the proper support. And we can get into the difference between addiction in children vs. Adults and I can give you my real actual anecdotes about patterns I've noticed with these situations. But I am like 89% sure that you do not care about the reality of addiction or actual addicts. You just want to hate a fictional character. And like. Go ahead and do that, but it's really embarrassing for you to advertise your lack of knowledge so loudly.

[a2006love]

if you think of giving up: told in a short story.

"park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me" but it's not about your loved ones in your dr. it's not about shifting. it's not even about an alternate version of life. it's about you. yes, you. the one here and now. the one with the awareness.

it's about the dreams you've left behind, the quiet betrayals, the tiny funerals you didn't even realize you were attending. you tell yourself you don’t need them. you tell yourself you've grown up. that was then, and now it's different. you think about the way you once held them so close, entertaining them all day till you succumb to sleep, and you pretend the memory doesn't make something inside you coil with longing—but then, just as you're lost in those thoughts, you're pulled back into reality. where you're standing at a fair, and a child comes up to you and tugs at your sleeve.

"do you know where my mom is?"

you turn, and there's a little kid, red-eyed, breath hitching in their chest. their face is messy with tears, and their tiny hands are trembling. you kneel, instinctively, lowering to their level, and you soften your voice, in an attempt to make them feel safe.

"you're okay, i'll help you, we'll find her, i promise."

but they only cry harder. their words come out in a way that's impossible to untangle. they're just a kid after all, panic swallows them whole and they can't explain what's going on, where they lost her, what exactly happened that made them lose her, and to top it all off they don't even have the words for it, they only know what it feels like, the way fear spreads itself in their chest, the way the world suddenly seems too big and too loud and too much.

and you—you have no idea what to do. you don't know how to fix this. you don't know the kid, at least, not really. the situation seems bigger than either of you, but you do know that you won't leave them here, that you will take their hand and hold it tight, that you will put them on your shoulders and search through every inch of this place until you find their mom.

except—they stop crying. and they lift their head to look at you, really look at you, with something in their expression, something you can't quite understand, like they know something, and that makes your stomach drop before they even open their mouth.

"you left me here."

the words don't make sense. they confuse you and ring in your head like a thousand church bells, and then the sound disappears. everything else is still moving, the ferris wheel is still spinning, the rainbow lights are still flashing, the music is still playing—but you don't hear any of it anymore.

"what?" you whisper, but you already know the answer.

they squeeze your hand tighter, like they're afraid once they repeat themselves you'll let go and leave again. their lips are shaking, and their voice is much more quieter now, but it cuts through you like a sharp and sudden scream.

"you left me here."

and suddenly, you remember. you remember the way you used to dream. the way you swore you'd never let go of the things that made your heart feel so big, the way you promised yourself you wouldn't become this—this version of you that makes these sensible choices, that trades joy for survival and tells themselves it's just what 'growing up' means, and it's just 'the way life is.'

the kid is still looking at you, waiting for you to say something, do something, anything. and in that moment, you realize—it's not just any kid standing in front of you. it's you. the part of you that you've buried, the part that's still waiting for answers, for someone to care enough. that kid is the version of you you left behind, the one you've been avoiding all this time.

go help them. don't look at me or anyone else. go help them. they asked you. not me, not anybody around. they saw you in this suffocating crowd and felt the safest with you, so they approached you, they wouldn't choose anyone else in this world.

either you take them by the hand, or they're going to keep following you around, pulling at your sleeve, each time harder than the last, sobbing so loudly it bangs in your eardrums, waking you up in the middle of the night with questions you're too tired to answer.

and i want you to think of your choice to ignore them as saying "i promise we'll find her" and then leading them into the fair, distracting them by pointing out other kids playing and shouting "hey! this looks fun!", buying them cotton candy, hoping it'll make them forget about the ache in their chest.

and maybe, for a while, it works. maybe they smile, maybe they even laugh, maybe you convince yourself that they've forgotten what they were crying about.

but the knot is still in their throat. the tears haven't dried. the softness of their mother's hands still lingers on their cheeks. and it won't ever leave.

they'll pretend to forget, but you won't. they'll let go of your hand, but you'll still feel the tightness of their grip, years later, in your happiest moments, in every mirror, in dreams where you catch a glimpse of them just before you wake up to face reality.

and you'll always come back to them. so choose, now, to do something about it, and that choice better be to help them find their mom. (home.)

[javierduffy]

different.

[t3a-gh0st]

Happy Black Friday let’s take this time to appreciate the Black Friday set but specifically wiggly because he’s beautiful and I love how simple but powerful his appearance is.

[cannibalistic-deer]

It baffles me that I've seen people say "Alastor is canonically sex and touch repulsed" as a reason people "shouldn't" be shipping Alastor sexually/romantically.

Why assume that the sex repulsion applies to every relationship in his life, permanently? Some aces are sex favorable, or may develop more favorable feelings for specific people, even if otherwise repulsed.

And the same applies to touch repulsion. That's such a weak argument. Alastor canonically, and very clearly, is okay with or possibly even enjoys touch in specific situations. He does seem to be touch repulsed in general, but again, there are specific people it doesn't apply to. (Rosie is the best example, since with anyone else it is more brief, but Rosie touches him, and is the one initiating that, frequently.)

All types of attraction, or comfort levels with different manners of affection, are fluid. This isn't ever an excuse to invalidate real people who are telling you their identities, but it does mean that assumptions really can't be made about what a person would or wouldn't do.

And this type of thinking is what really leads to invalidating real people, because even if you think "being asexual means never having sexual attraction," and then an ace person shares that they think they might have experienced sexual attraction at some point but still identify as ace... then you have to be open to that. You cannot put sexualities in boxes. This applies to all sexualities.

I'm a fictive of Alastor myself, and I am sex repulsed, so I understand the discomfort, but I also understand that people are not harming any real, living person by making fanworks where Alastor is having sex. It also doesn't mean they're inherently rejecting his asexuality.

If people want to ignore Alastor being aroace completely, that's different. Alastor is canonically aroace (or asexual at minimum), and he always will be. But jumping to conclusions about what people think because you're too naive and stubborn to understand that sexuality and attraction doesn't fit into tidy little boxes is harmful and is a way of thinking that must be changed.

This became longer than intended because I was mostly thinking about the "Alastor is touch repulsed to everyone!" claims some people make, which are frankly incompatible with canon. But the rest of this post is also true.

[barbiegirldream]

I know it's popular fanon that Barbatos did not want to fight in Khaenri'ah and rejected the orders to destroy the kingdom etc... but I don't think that's the case. I think the seven were divided, and that's why so many fell at Khaenri'ah. But I don't think Barbatos stood against destruction or voted for peace or anything like it.

Because at the end of his archon quest, Venti tells us these things:

The Seven do not always get along, but it's seemingly unprecedented to attack another archon and take their Gnosis.

Venti wanted the Seven and their nations to deal with the abyss the first time. And since he mentioned the catastrophe from 500 years ago that's Khaenri'ah.

Venti wanted the Tsaritsa's army (the strongest army) to help fight the abyss and is frustrated? she is using it for personal gain...

Venti knew The Tsaritsa well once, but is entirely befuddled by her actions now.

Barbatos likely viewed the destruction of Khaenri'ah as a method of destroying the abyss.

Venti currently sees the Harbingers as being gifted power they're using irresponsibly and sees a potential for their military force. Which is interesting with the Paralogism quest and how we know Venti is deeply involved with the ongoings of his military.

My personal guess is that the Tsaritsa became offended at the suggestion that the Seven should use their people in a war against the abyss. If it were Barbatos's idea, it would explain why he feels targeted and the others just shrug and give up their gnosis.

[kagoutiss]

the shadow gathers you unto itself

[silentsalty]

OOC: I know people are going to hate me for this but I think this dude

Should be paired with this song:

[hanzajesthanza]

geralt "i will NEVER deadname my best friend" of rivia

"he will ALWAYS be dandelion to ME"

[cybertron-after-dark]

Being constantly surrounded by the presence of a loving God sounds great until you realize you never know when his freaky fuckin eyes are gonna show up to check on you.

And man. They do it a LOT.

[wafflesrisa]

The wholesomeness rating of an F1 driver teammate pairing has an inverse correlation to Nico Rosberg’s ability to traumasplain it. In this essay I will -

[egginfroggin]

"Mother Knows Best" redraws with Bord go brrrrrrrrrrr

Words cannot describe how much I love portraying utter melodrama, oh my stars, the dramatics

Anyway, this. this is what you can blame the Tangled AU on just. Bill. being dramatic. So. have some dramatics. and a bit of toying around with lighting. for fun. as a treat. to me.

Y'all remember that bit where Gothel's on the stairs? With all the candles? Yeah, I'd like to tackle that next.

This is just a really convoluted excuse to get me used to drawing Ford, probably. And facial expressions.

Anyway, thanks for poking! Have a good night ^^

Transcript:

"Ditzy and a bit, well, hmm, vague"

"Stop, no more, you'll just upset me" Left text: "The drama queen to end all drama queens"

(Program: krita; time: about 2 hours)

[ki1ldeer]

I forget a lot that Emmeline can shape shift and they’re a menace about it and that’s like so fun I love shape shifters

[youling-the-ghost]

just added the boys' heights to the fandom wiki and it made me realise just how tall they all are...like what the hell do you mean tom is almost 200 cm