#hope this isn't garbage

[starscreamingg]

Okay I'm so sleep deprived so pardon whatever this is but something that's got me FUCKED up about ai generated pictures songs writing is that it just fucking kills the ability to analyse for me because there's no fucking INTENTION behind it. Like why was this decision made why were these colours used what does that say about the work NOTHING because a bunch of programming took work that DID have intent and theme and purposeful choices and turned it into SLOP. Like I COULD analyse this but it doesn't MEAN anything it's EMPTY I want to EXPLODEEE

[sciderman]

Sci 😭 I am hearing blasphemy about Last Christmas on a stream. They were talking about Whamagedon and how it was "objectively the worst Christmas song" 😭😭

objectively on what grounds? you can't say objectively without solid grounds and research and also they are Objectively incorrect

source: me, the authority on christmas songs

[canidbutch]

love waking up to get sick yay

[makorragal-312]

Okay, so we're all in agreement that that line from Tommy in the date scene was weird as fuck, right?

[solbach-colbrock]

Asking if you could write the Hangover story with Seth next? I'd love to see how he would help out with the paranormal hangover!

SUMMARY - You have your first paranormal hangover, and Seth helps you through it WARNINGS - none WORDS - 495

Why now? You had been through so many investigations before, and it had never happened, even on the most intense nights, so why now? You just had to get your first hangover on a minor, single ghost investigation. You were almost embarrassed.

                  Seth, of course, was the first to notice something was up. You had been spacey since you went under for the Estes session, and he had been keeping a close eye on you ever since.

                  “Hey, you doin’ alright?” he asked as he picked up his backpack from the floor. Chase was out at the car loading up the equipment, so it was just the two of you in the tiny, run down house. It took you a moment to shift your attention to him.

                  “Yea, yea, just… incredibly drained. Think I’ve got my first hangover,” you chuckled, slouching further into the chair you were in. You ran a tired hand over your face, hoping to wipe off some of the exhaustion. A hand was extended in front of you, Seth’s silent offer to help you up and into the car.

                  “Come on. The quicker we get you out of here, the sooner you’ll feel better. I’ve been through this before. I know what helps.” Your heart all but melted at the mixture of the gesture and the soft smile on his face. You took his hand wordlessly, thanking your lucky stars that you landed the coolest boyfriend ever.

                  You spent the ride home using every ounce of energy you had trying to focus on Seth’s words and keep yourself awake. At some point, you half registered something about fries and milkshakes, but you weren’t quite sure until you got back home. As soon as you were through the front door, you were all but babied. Seth grabbed you your coziest sweats and some fuzzy socks, insisting you change in the bathroom and not the bedroom because there were less chances of you just knocking out that way. You settled on the couch once you were changed, taking note of the show playing on the TV. Your favorite show. Good lord, he was spoiling you.

                  “Cozy?” he asked as he popped in from around the corner, fries and milkshakes in hand (so that’s what that was). You nodded, once again rubbing at your eyes. He sat down next to you and handed you your share of the food. A blanket was thrown over the two of you, and Seth proceeded to pull you into his lap. You laughed a bit to yourself as you settled in.

                  “Something funny?”

                  “You know you don’t have to go overboard here. It’s just a paranormal hangover. It’s not like I’m sick or anything.”

                  “What, you expect me not to spoil my wonderful partner during their first ever hangover? These can suck. I wanna make sure you get through your first one as spoiled and comfortable as possible.”

                  “You’re ridiculous. I love you.”

                  “I love you too, baby.”

[lordofryoshimacoast]

Okay! I finally finished this, I'm not too proud of this to be honest. I'm really bad at explaining things and it shows.

I'm hoping it isn't too bad... Part two will focus on the treatment of those who have mental disorders, autism, ADHD, zooantrophy, ect.

I do like the thumbnail despite it being incredibly simple since I can't draw right now because carpal tunnel is AUGHHHHHH RHHRHHRHRHRHR

[rukafais]

thinking fondly about one of the demonwars books where the protagonist has a fully justified meltdown about how monarchy is a flawed system because, among other things, you have to depend on always getting a good ruler and a bad ruler can undo everything the good ruler did and make things worse so what's the fucking point

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

Also anytime I have literally any fukutora or Nekoma 2nd year-related thoughts, my brain just turns into princess leia going "ant you're my only hope" on repeat

Little do you know I'm the one transmitting those thoughts into your head, I've infiltrated your brain and now you're forced to think about the funny gay cat teens

[ghostbroccoli]

Greetings fellow living beings, I am currently sick with something. (I did research and my symptoms mostly resemble strep throat. :D yay fun.) (I have been sick with strep throat so many times.) I had to be forced to stay home from school. (I quite enjoy school.) So all day my throat has been hurting and I've been feeling nauseous. (Which I hate having to feel.) But yeah, my responses to any notifications might be slightly slow. :D yay excitement. I also am so tired. (As if I didn't already struggle with getting sleep.) I hate having to be sick.

[autisticlenaluthor]

'One Single Thread of Gold' Ch 4

‘Playing dress-up isn’t just a game; it’s a skill.’

It’s a phrase Lena hears once from a maid. At the time- she didn’t understand it. Still too young to read into those sorts of the things, she’d wondered if the games Lillian kept banned were being played behind her mother’s back. Hidden in plain sight like a pawn in knight’s armor. 

Now that she’s older, Lena knows the true explanation really isn’t far off. 

She knows that darkness is only bleak when it isn’t blended. And when diluted, it’s easily disguised with banquet halls and floral bouquets.

It’s twisted and it’s sick— Lena knows that part too. But the knowledge is passed down like a cherished family heirloom. And it’s easier than one might think to hide a prison behind ivy-covered walls. 

read the rest on ao3

[nox-et-stellae]

gonna have to double down on posting my art here too bc the absolutely abysmal interaction shit got on twt lately is really bumming me out. at least here i get the occasional kind tag

[rubberduckyrye]

Just wanted to throw a quick thank you for showing me kindness in this whole thing despite the fact we might not agree on some things! It's refreshing.

Oh hi there! Sorry for the late reply, I have the most abysmal sleep schedule known to man

And really, it's no issue. I am going to suggest that you do your own research into things like fictionkins when you're removed enough from the whole Flowerfell thing and in a better place to be more open minded to learn more about it, but really that's my only gripe. I think you need space first to heal and recover before I can expect you to do that, however, so as long as you're not going and attacking people for being fictionkin, I don't think theres much else I can or should ask for.

Aside from that, I never believe anything without proof. Sanei's counter accusations have only testimony as far as I'm aware, so I'm not going to dismiss them--but to treat them as the undeniable truth would be foolish until there is evidence.

I do hope things settle down, regardless. It sounds like the whole thing with Flowerfell was a huge mess that hurt a lot of people, and the creator hurt a lot of people on top of that.

Take it easy. If you feel up for it, show evidence for your side to the story. It'll be all right.

[makotoscoffee]

Reminder: Starbucks sued their union over a pro-Palestine social media post. McDonald's donated billions of meals to israli terrorists. Neither are on the BDS boycott list, but both are in the "pressure" category.

[noicevibes]

Writing fanfic from a hotel room is such a vibe tbh

[vaguelylizard]

i have been thinking about this for MONTHS. like, i literally just wrote a post about this. but i have more thoughts so. putting this under a cut bc it's wayyy too long. i'm so sorry

it starts with a crack in his voice as he yells, and then tears are falling from his eyes as his voice tapers off, and he breaks. he drops to his knees as desperate, heaving sobs are pulled from his chest. and arthur is helpless to follow him down. merlin's hands are clutching his knees and his head is bent as if in prayer, and arthur. arthur has never felt more uncomfortable in his body and so unsure of himself, but he pulls him into his arms and merlin clings. his face is pressed into arthurs neck and his hands are fisted in his tunic as if arthur is the only thing that could possibly keep him steady. and arthur doesn't know what to say so he just holds him tighter. eventually merlin's sobs taper off, and although merlin's grip loosens, neither of them lets go. arthur don't know how much time passes, but eventually, merlin slides his arms back, letting them trail along arthurs back and arthur can feel merlin's reluctance, can tell it's bleeding off him too. but they get up and merlin wipes his face and arthur looks at him and does what they do best: he cracks a joke. merlin lets out a small, shocked laugh, and arthur has never felt more proud of himself.

(and then there's the whole complicated magic reveal. and arthur's feeling a lot of feelings. but he still hears the echo of those sobs in his ears sometimes. can feel the wetness on his shirt. and well. what else can he do? he feels heartbroken and betrayed and lonely, but god, how all of it pales in comparison to how much he loves him. and his mind flashes back to that moment and arthur didn't understand then and merlin never explained. but it remade him, it remade them. and arthur's been trying every day since to make him smile or laugh just once, but as the years passed by, he's noticed that it only got harder and harder. merlin hadn't broken again, but that didn't mean that arthur hadn't noticed the weight in his eyes, the way his head hung and his shoulders bent when he thought no one was looking. and so he sits there after his manservant, his best friend, his merlin has just used the one thing that he thought to be pure evil, and he feels scared. not of merlin, but for him, for himself, for how easily he is willing to cast aside beliefs that he's was raised on, that he's had for decades, for him. so, they talk, and it's not pretty for either of them, they both yell and say things they don't mean, but sometimes he sees tears glisten in merlins eyes and he cuts himself off, forces himself to calm down and try again, and sometimes merlin looks at him and arthur doesn't know what he sees, but merlin visibly swallows his words and tries as well. night falls and the fire in front of them crackles as they talk. and it's not perfect, but they make it through. and arthur gets it, he doesn't understand all of it, he doesn't have the experience to understand the crucible of fear that merlin was cast in. but he understands that moment where everything feels like it's hanging over your head, where evey choice you make is wrong, but even looking back, you don't know what else you could've done, where people's expectations of who you are and what you will do weigh you down so heavily that you don't know how you'll ever stand again. he doesn't quite understand the hope and the noose that prophecy had laid around merlin's neck, but he can see it. he can see him. he remembers him then and he looks at him now. and it's merlin. what else is there to do? he tells him that legalizing magic won't be easy, won't be smooth, will take time. but if it means merlin can be free? not just free in regards to his magic, but in regards to the prophecy and of people desperate hopes and expectations of him. and how could he not? it's merlin. and they don't kiss, they don't state their feelings out loud, not then. but they've both felt the pull. the way they've drifted closer and closer over the years. and they both know it's mutual, that they'll get there. they have time.)

honestly there are so many things BBC Merlin could have changed or handled better to make the show that much greater, but the thing I wished they would have done the most was just let Merlin completely break down in front of Arthur. Like Arthur bugging him on a rough day and he just finally snaps bc he can’t take it anymore. He would start out so fired up and angry and Arthur just wouldn’t even know what to do. Eventually his anger would morph into complete despair as he crumples to the floor, yearning for Arthur to just see him and listen. In that moment I feel we would get something truly raw, not just a serious moment quickly interrupted by a joke bc it can’t get that deep. Arthur would just sit down next to Merlin, not quite sure of what to do and Merlin would just fall into him crying and Arthur would just hold him as he sobs bc he’s human and he does have a breaking point and it would be so beautiful.

[bill-gates-hate-blog]

it is kind of really upsetting when people hurt you and instead of apologizing and trying to right their wrongs when they learn you're mad at them, they just... give up? What the fuck? Why was I the only person who ever tried to fix things?