#delicate objects

[aishitara]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @imbiowaresbitch, and I'm tagging @rollerskatinglizard @jemariel @remmyme @winchester-reload and @ltleflrt

this is an excerpt from my (hopefully) upcoming story Delicate Objects, which i've been working on for the last two years. o_O i am this close to finishing it and i hope to have it ready for y'all within the next few weeks, but don't anybody hold me to that lol. enjoy these two being lovesick idiots together XD

Seeming satisfied now that Castiel is eating, Dean nabs the remaining piece of toast and takes a loud, crunching bite. The soft pleasured sound he makes has Castiel forcing his focus back onto his own slice of toast, thinking over the day and how it is still, somehow, only a handful of hours since he’s been back on Earth awake and walking. How he and Dean have had their share of conversation and silence today, but Castiel’s still not sure where they stand. 

Castiel watches Dean eat his slice of sweet escape with his eyes blissfully closed, and smiles faintly himself. A smudge of cinnamon streaks across the other man’s cheek, the tail of a shooting star, and Castiel wants to lay his fingertips there alongside it, sweep it up as he once swept up the debris of colliding nebulae. 

“I’m in love with you,” he blurts out, suddenly needing Dean to understand his meaning explicitly. Just in case it had been misconstrued. Just in case Dean still didn’t —

Dean goes very still, a prey animal sensing mortal peril. He swallows his mouthful of toast and looks up at Castiel, a cool sort of distance in his gaze. “Yeah, you made that pretty clear,” he says, gruff. Castiel’s insides snap like a rubber band against a wrist. 

Dean winces and clears his throat, shifting on his chair. “Uh,” he says, putting his toast back on the plate and dropping his hands to his thighs. “Sorry. What I mean is —” 

Suddenly unsure he wants to know what Dean means, Castiel says, “Don’t —” 

“Cas, look, I —”

“I had a nightmare,” Castiel says over him, afraid of whatever is swimming behind Dean’s eyes. Dean flinches like Castiel had moved to strike him. 

“You were — I was —” Castiel finds he can’t describe the dream at all, now, details dissolving into the echo of the feelings, spare impressions in clay. He hitches in a breath, and another, and feels the shift in the air vibrating between them when a tear drips from Castiel’s chin and splashes on the back of his hand. “No, hey,” Dean says in a voice that could, though it seems suddenly far, far away, easily lay even the most harrowed soul to rest. “Hey. Whatever it was, Cas, it wasn’t real.”  

Dean touches the back of Castiel’s wrist with featherlight fingertips. “This is real,” he murmurs. He wraps his fingers around the heel of Castiel’s palm, pulling Castiel’s hand to his chest and laying it over his heart. Holding him there, as if Castiel is the one who might disappear at any moment. 

Castiel’s own heart threatens to bruise against the inside of his ribs. This isn’t — it isn’t how they do things, this isn’t how they touch — 

“I’m real.” Dean’s voice is sandpaper-rough. “And I’m — I’m right here. Okay?” His face is open, unwavering, and it freezes Castiel’s lungs and turns his insides upside-down. “Whatever comes next, I’m right here.”

“Okay,” Castiel finally answers, his fingers curling into Dean’s t-shirt, just a little, as though he could simply hold Dean’s actual heartbeat cupped in his hand. “Okay.”

[vulturelanding]

There’s like a 10% chance I ever finish this so here’s the sketch

They’re in lesbians with eachother

[makotonaegiunderstander]

something I’ve been thinking abt is how many people think Makoto is immune to despair. I don’t think he is. I think becoming the ultimate Hope was BECAUSE he felt despair. He wouldn’t have fully reached that point without Junko. Makoto becoming such a beacon was his last attempt to avoid completely falling and it wasn’t because he didn’t feel despair, it was because he was too damn stubborn to allow everything to go to waste and he refused to sacrifice his beliefs for someone else’s. His inner monologue tells me he DID experience the same new low the other suvivors did in the final trial, but at the point where he had the choice to give up and die, he looked at the others and he looked at Junko and he couldn’t allow it to happen, not out of self preservation, but because the idea that Junko would have control over their lives made him FURIOUS. and that utter refusal to die kicked in, wether luck or otherwise, and he made the concious effort for one last push while something in him was breaking. He had to be broken in order for the Ultimate Hope to come through so aggressively, bc it could only exist in the face of the Ultimate Despair. He snapped the same way she did, but in the other direction. In what could have been his final moments he chose to embody everything Junko wasn’t, and every single optimistic and luck fueled ideal in him suddenly charged forward and pushed him. It was a combination of the final straw and a choice. Makoto isn’t immune to feeling despair, he’s just too stubborn to fall into it of his own volition. I think that’s why I like that scene in DR3 so much. People were SO SHOCKED Makoto actually fell for the tape, that he actually became despair for a moment. I saw people getting mad or disappointed, saying it was pathetic and Makoto seemed to fall from some sort of pedestal for them. Honestly part of me wonders if that sort of mentality, which clearly people had in universe, affected Makoto a bit. Like he started to see himself as less of a person, subconsciously. Prompting him to take more risks, less self preservation, act way more bold. It seems he has to be reminded a lot not to put himself in danger by his friends, to not do something too reckless. All over the place I would see in regards to that scene either this frivolous ‘oh this was just angst drama with no meaning behind it’ or ‘he can do better than that. he’s so weak’ or ‘come on, there’s no way he’d fall into despair, he’s the Ultimate Hope!’ This kind of mentality, which was kind of ironic considering Ryota was there the entire time saying the same thing and treating Makoto the same way. Like Makoto was superhuman. Like Makoto didn’t feel despair the same way ‘normal people’ did. In a way that was also how Munakata saw Makoto. Makoto stopped being a PERSON to the world when he became Ultimate Hope, he became a concept, a belief system, much the same way Junko ascended beyond herself. But the difference is that treating Makoto that way is the opposite of the reason Makoto became such a representative for hope. He wasn’t doing something no one else could. He was doing something everyone had the chance to, he just… was a little more optimistic, a little more stubborn, a little more ‘gung-ho’ about things. He just took the lead where no one else did, where no one else knew they even COULD in the face of Junko’s unstoppable force. She had overcome the biggest threats and obstacles in the world, what could one person do? And the answer Makoto found was, anything. Everything. It doesn’t all rest on Makoto, he’s just the one that was inspired to try to do what seemed like the impossible. But as evidenced by the change in his friends after that trial, it’s clearly not something only Makoto is capable of. The others pulled out of despair thanks to Makoto, but it was their choice to do so.

“But… this world is so huge, and we’re so small. What can we do…? No, we can probably do anything. Yeah! We can do anything!”

[madspeed]

Being autistic and in my 20s and unemployed means I’ll spend 2 hours talking to myself about why I think blue rose’s redesign in dmc5 is objectively not as good as the original in 4

[bat-the-misfit]

sei não

[emh-photos-art]

Capture 52 2024, Week 3 Theme: Delicate Capture 52 is a Facebook group.

This is a photo of a detailed shot of a pink feather with white glitter in the background and bokeh.

[overlordraax]

Love that in MK12 when Liu Kang needs to kidnap and extradite an Outworld citizen, something that would be a major political scandal if discovered, he does not send the cult of assassins who have trained their entire lives in the art of stealth, but instead his three most chaotic bastards, and is then surprised when it goes wrong.

[cruise-in-your-glow-bus]

The unstoppable force of yearning need to wear delicate milkmaid dresses with shirring and soft draped sleeves and laces up the front meets the immovable object of my absolute fucking unit Solid Bavarian Farmgirl Gigachad build

[skayafair]

I love Neon Frights Twyla so much. It took me some time to grow properly fond of her, but now she's THE doll. I used to want a few others but the satisfaction her different looks and styling them gives me is so much better than any other doll I have or is/has been manufactured that I've lost interest in them.

I still like my small collection, each doll has a place in my heart and a purpose (or, well, that's the way it was intended - I'm afraid Twyla snatched a few roles for herself now), I contemplated selling them and felt a sharp NO in response, so I'm not willing to part with them. I guess they'll be mostly only displayed now, even though I'm more used to playing with them - restyling, reorganizing the poses and their places on the shelf...

I wanted to take up sewing months ago - for more than a year, actually. But I barely managed just one simple and not very well-done temporary outfit before Twyla appeared. Now though... I've already made 2 outfits for her, and I'm even proud of the latter one! I want to make more though. Her image is just so vibrant and pleasant to my eyes.

I'm not sure what the exact reason is - maybe that she's made in my 2 favorite colours? Or just her overall look? No idea. I'm just happy she exists.

She's so much of a comfort doll for me that I took her on my week long trip to the countryside and was SO GLAD I did. Because everyone was nervous and snappish all the time, so I felt terrible, too, and one family member made me so angry just constantly... Then I looked at Twyla and felt much better. Aesthetic pleasure goes a long way I guess.

She sits to the left of me whenever I need to complete some tedious task that requires concentration - with my ADHD it feels like gearing up for fighting a mountain each time. But whenever I look at her, I feel more encouraged.

She watches over my sleep. My dreams are really interesting when I remember them, and I can recall just one or two really bad ones in months.

She really became my little companion.

Look at her, she's so prettyyyyy! 💜

[oooohno]

MUSEUM CURATOR?!?! Nana, tell me more!

What do you wanna know? 🌚

I did a couple seminars on material culture & ethnographic exhibitions. Even organized a small uni exhibition with objects that we had at our university collection & it was so much fun! Brainstorming story ideas & what you want to achieve with your project & then researching histories UGH love it!

I also had a temporary internship as an assistant for a curator & I loved it but unfortunately they didn’t have any open positions grrr

[shrimpchipsss]

snow in spring let's gO

[aliosne]

People who say “a properly fitted bra shouldn’t hurt ;)”: i appreciate the sentiment, it IS true that most people aren’t wearing a correctly fitted bra, BUT that just isn’t going to be true for some people. Like I’m sure one COULD construct a bra that wouldn’t hurt me. They just don’t.

[almond-tofu-chan]

Hey hey in lighter news. How many precure seasons have you seen

oh yay!! precure ask!

so far i've only seen a few seasons, Happiness Charge, Mahou Tsukai, Tropical Rouge, and Hirogaru Sky so far! I'm planning on watching Hugtto or Delicious Party next once I get some free time! ^_^ also im watching Wonderful as it comes out

[ryouverua]

Just had a revelation on how both Ryou Bakura and Kaito Momota could both be such strong favourite characters for me when they seem so different, self-centred selfless characters my beloved -

[lesbicastagna]

it's proof of the doomed human nature that the more you learn the more ignorant you feel

[rose-skunk]

How the FUCK are you expected to function like normal on your period? If you're a sane person and don't like the idea of shoving bleached cotton up your pussy then the fucking blood gets every where. You get a slight moistness in your crotchal region and the fucking blood spreads out so badly. They say exercise is a good way to help with period cramps but who's gonna do that when that guarantees that your underwear is gonna be soaked with sweaty blood, bloody sweat. And then you get yelled at for being a lazy piece of shit when any movement (if you have a big pussy) guarantees your underwear is ruined