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[daily-vinsmokes]

💙🩷💚❤️ DAY 66!!!!!!!!!!!

Ive been waiting patiently to post this for weeks…. today’s the day

(Un-pied version on my main here LOL. i made a promise for this blog and i’ll keep it)

[bottombaron]

stray observations from Bob's attic. may or may not be useful to someone.

[cdroloisms]

always absolutely fucking hilarious when sbiers in their self-righteous need to assert themselves as better than everyone else in the same way they've done since 2020 even when they're apparently 'out of the fandom' and consider the whole thing cringe and dead (skill issue, methinks) go all um acktually no one cared abt any of the lore except for c!sbi. like well for one thing i don't know of a c!sbi personally speaking i'd like for you to point out to me where character sleepy boys inc ever like, existed, because it certainly wasn't in any dream smp i watched like is there even a single moment where the four of them interact together alone??? and secondly, it's always reeeeeeally obvious when they mean this as a diss on The Other Side Of The Fandom (read, dream team and co) when two-thirds of the dream team just did nawt have any interest in being part of the 'main characters' in the first place and would much rather do their own thing and roleplay in ways that wouldn't get picked apart for ages on twitter dot com, and the other member of the dream team played a character so integral to the lore that even c!inniters will often name him before they name their own goddamn guy because they cannot keep his name out of their mouths (see, the meme i saw like literally just yesterday that boiled down to me, after learning the dream smp lore: i need to kill c!dream). like bro yall are c!inniters you're not fooling anyone you think that the entire story revolves around this one teenager being abused and then completely ignore the months of abuse that was shown on screen for us before exile. "c!sbi" like cmon now guys the ao3 pages are like, right there, we all know who ends up being the villain for ur sbi fanfic that has its foundations in a dynamic that literally never existed in canon.

like "no one cared about anyone's lore except for wilbur and tommy--" well yes they were in fact some of the main fucking characters. imagine someone going up to you and going "well no one cared about the lore in the star wars original trilogy except for luke and leia" like damn really?? (now imagine this same person trying to convince you that darth vader's role was unimportant, actually.) like yeah the dream smp involved a lot of separate storylines and each of those storylines might've had their own "main cast" of characters but i'm also not blind bro, the story that started at the start of the fucking server and the start of the fucking lore was ABSOLUTELY the "wilbur-dream-tommy" triangle that is, in fact, the story that the l'manburg revolution was built on and the story that remains the throughline literally until tommy and dream have their confrontation with a nuke coming down over their heads, something that the characters themselves acknowledge with the repetition of the idea of tommy and tubbo against dream. LIKE ALKJSDFKJSADF yeah bro there were main characters in the tommy-dream-wilbur story an that's also the story that people tended to be invested in in the beginning, to the point where even other self-contained stories in the dream smp absolutely referenced and emulated it (cough cough, las nevadas). like, why are we acting like it's at all groundbreaking for people to be invested in THEEE fucking story the one that first started to exist because at the time basically no one else was part of The Roleplaying Trio and then slowly got padded out and developed as the server developed more and more into the lore server?

and it's the fact that none of these people, too, would deny that they care about ex. c!schlatt in manberg, right, or c!quackity in relation to c!wilbur's deal, etc etc whatever. like breaking news you gaf about The Story as a dream smp fan wow am i supposed to be like, surprised. do you want a medal. LIKE LKJASDJF

[sycamoretrees]

i see you sanada...

Seth Rollins, WWE Raw 1.5.23 | SANADA, NJPW Sakura Genesis 5.4.25

Seth Rollins, WWE Raw 13.2.23 | SANADA, NJPW Sakura Genesis 5.4.25

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[cryingtulips]

loveless thoughts

Arospec c!Tnt duo || wc: 1,486 || can be seen as qpr or something else

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“I don’t think I’m meant for romance,” Quackity whispers one night. “I think I’m too broken for it.” If there’s one thing Quackity has learned, he is not meant for soft things. After everything he’s been through, he is hardened, he is bitter, and he is selfish. “I don’t think I even know what love is.”

Wilbur shifts from his spot on the couch, head bumping into Quackity’s legs. They’ve been doing this lately, sleeping over at Quackity’s. At first, Wilbur said it was because it was too cold in his van, but Quackity knows it's because he gets lonely.

It's obvious with the way Wilbur clings to people, even when he “hates” them. Except Wilbur, as far as Quackity knows, has never hated him. Jealous? Maybe. Quackity can’t tell what goes on Wilbur’s head, but he’s certain Wilbur doesn’t hate him– not when he holds him and helps ground Quackity through nerve pains, not when he asks how Quackity’s day has been while making dinner, or when they spend the afternoon drinking bitter wine and then sleeping comfortably in Quackity’s bed.

He’s not sure what they would call their relationship, but Quackity knows it's not based on hate.

“What do you mean?” Wilbur asks, lifting his head to gaze into Quackity’s eyes, reassuring Quackity that his worries, his concerns and thoughts were being listened to. Were being valued. 

Quackity hums. “Well, I’m not really sure? It feels like with everything that's happened to me, I think... I feel like I keep fucking up. Either I get assholes of husbands or I mess up with the best people I have ever met.”

“Well, that can’t be completely true, can it?”  Wilbur inquires. “What about you with Karl and Sapnap? You must have been doing something right, if you three were engaged."

“That’s just the thing,” Quackity starts for the rings that used to sit on his neck, freezing as he remembers he threw them away the day Karl blamed him for a death that wasn’t his fault and Sapnap didn’t bother defending him, not when it meant choosing him over Karl. 

He feels Wilbur grab his hand, and he breathes in as scared fingers massage his own, the rising tension leaving his body with a sigh. “I feel like I didn’t belong with them. Sure, I knew they loved me, and I loved them back, but it felt like an act. And at first I thought, hey, maybe it's because of Schlatt. Maybe he fucked my capability for romance so much I’m incapable of recognizing it. But—”

“But,” Wilbur continues, “no matter how much you try to understand, or to fit in with what others think love is, it feels fake. And you end up feeling like a puppet trying to pretend you’re normal. But others know. They always end up knowing.”

Quackity stares at their hands, connected despite the abnormalities of their relationship. “Yeah,” he says softly. “Something like that.”

“Have you ever considered you might be loveless, Quackity?”

“What?” Quackity stares at Wilbur. “What the fuck is loveless?”

“What we just described,” Wilbur chuckles “It’s not a bad thing, you know. To be loveless.”

Quackity looked back to their hands, and thought about Wilbur’s words, his understanding of what Quackity was describing. “Is that what you are?”

“Yup. A shame I didn’t realize sooner too, probably could’ve saved some headaches,” he chuckled, but there was a lack of warmth to it. Quackity, as he learned pressure helps ground Wilbur to the present, wrapped his arms around the brunette. The taller man, in contrast to the firm stature he was always projecting, was always quick to curl up in Quackity’s arm, squeezing just as tightly.

Tapping his fingers on Wilbur’s arm, Quackity asked, “Do you mind explaining your experience with it. I don’t know if I’m…that. But I wouldn’t mind trying to understand it.”

“No need to treat it like a curse,” Wilbur teased with the roll of his eyes as he shifted to get more comfortable. “Growing up, I’ve never understood the premise of love. All my life I’ve struggled feeling like an actor, not sure how much of that is an issue with me or because of who my parents are. And yes, I care for others, and I love them, but it’s more like I love the idea of them. And I know that sounds awful, but it’s true. ”

“I’ve tried to love others like normal, that’s how I ended up with Fundy,” Wilbur whispers, like it’s something he’s never admitted before. “And look how that ended up.”

Quackity stays quiet, until, “You said being loveless can be a good thing.”

Wilbur blinks, “Huh?”

“You said it’s a good thing, but you haven’t mentioned anything good.”

“Oh,” Wilbur said. “Sorry, guess I got caught up in my memories.” 

He stared at the ceiling, getting his thoughts in order this time. “Maybe I should have prefaced,” Wilbur starts, “That being loveless is very complicated, and depending on your experience, your reasoning for being loveless may be completely different from mine.”

Quackity asks, “And your reasoning?”

“As a result of my autism, I’ve always felt disconnected from the normal portrayal of love. I show my affection differently, and the intensity of my attachments have labeled me as...well, a villain,” Wilbur explains. “Being loveless means I don’t need to justify my existence for the comfort of others who will never like me, especially those that will only judge me for…for my death. I don’t need to justify my disconnect,” Wilbur smiles.

”Being loveless means I don’t need to explain or prove my humanity to others.”

Quackity stays silent, processing the information, before asking, “How can you call yourself loveless and say you feel deep attachments within the same sentence? Doesn’t that contradict the whole thing?”

Wilbur hums, struggling to explain. “Not really, because attachments, caring for others, and the concept of love are separate things. Or at least they are to me. I know this server doesn’t have the best examples of this, but it’s true.”

“Then what is an example?”

“Us,” Wilbur says simply, like it was always destined to be Wilbur and Quackity, yin and yang in everything including how they feel about each other. “We don’t have any romantic attraction to each other, but that doesn’t stop me from cooking you dinner, or you checking up on me. It doesn’t stop us from caring about each other’s well being. But that’s just it, it’s care. A mutual understanding of our struggles and the knowledge we can help. To me, that’s not love, it's compassion.”

Wilbur continues, “We will never love each other, we’re just incapable of it. Or at least, I am. But I don’t want to see you in pain, and I want you to be happy in life. I don’t want to start calling each other sweethearts, I don’t want to kiss, and I don’t want to be your partner. I’m not concerned for you because I’m hoping one day we will be partners, that’s just— I’m not capable of loving others that way. And I don’t want to define each other in such a way.”

“Then why do you care for me?” Quackity asks, “Why care for anyone?”

Wilbur starts to tap his finger against his legs, and Quackity has to fight the urge to curl his hands around them. “I’m not sure how to explain. I’m not obliged to care for you, but I do. I like to think that matters, at the end of the day. Choosing to care, choosing to take care of others, regardless of loving them or not.”

“I see,” Quackity pursues his lips, struggling to understand.

There’s definitely some aspects of loveless that he resonates with, such as not wanting to define himself around the concept of love, or wanting to justify how he or others act because of it. But there’s also aspects that he doesn’t understand, and he understands that this is simply because his relationship and experience with the concept of love is completely different from Wilbur. Acknowledging this doesn’t help, however, and it causes a sense of doubt if loveless fits. Maybe he’s not broken, but different in a way not even aromanticism can explain. 

He comes back to the feeling of gentle hands in his feathers, and a warm body weighing him back to reality. Wilbur’s words echo back to him, that he cares not for the expectation of Quackity giving something back, but because he simply wants Quackity to be ok. Compassion, not love and not out of obligation, but want.

Quackity leans his head onto Wilbur’s.  At the end of the day it doesn’t really matter if Quackity is loveless, only if it helps him feel less alone, maybe a bit more understood, as it has for WIlbur. Maybe there’s a community out there, of people like him and Wilbur, just waiting to be seen.

[lickmycoffeecup]

Just finished Don’t Let the Forest In

I wanna eat this book and burn it at the same time????

[killrabbit]

the whole pitting mj and jv against each other is sooo fucking tired

[neurovarious]

autistic culture is feeling like you're a different species. autistic nonhuman culture is actually being a different species

[drowningparty]

I wasn’t pulled out to be stuck in some mortal flesh or against my will, I slipped out of that prison. And now, I am able to play all the keys. It made me… special. In a way, I’m like you, Artie! An anomaly!

Malevolent, Intermezzo.

[bokujou-monogatari]

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I was not expecting to see my PFP on my home feed....

🙇‍♀️ to the you who made this post, thank you for your understanding. I have actually been scanning things quietly when I have enough energy! I've been working on both the DS Cute guide cleanup (which has been wearing me down, honestly) and also volume 1 of the Heartwarming Bokumono magazine which will both come at some point this summer.

[thatfriendlyanon]

prayer request, please <3 (in the tags)

[witchstone]

someday americans on this site are going to have to reckon with the fact that, comparatively, their education system actually isn't that bad, they just live in and (happily) perpetuate a culture of ignorance

[birdricks]

i find the dimension codes in rnm sooo fascinating bc like… how are they decided. if ricks are the only ones capable of interdimensional travel its safe to assume they are the ones who decide on them right …. and based on prime being the one to distribute portal tech perhaps his dimension really is considered the Origin. dimension 1.

[maishairbuns]

i've been getting ATLA video essays and stuff in my youtube feed, but i cannot take most of them seriously (or even want to watch them, tbh) because they use the AI generated pictures of the ATLA girls that pop up when you google their names. literally how hard is it to use official art or at least double check that the picture you're using doesn't have poor Yue's boobs hanging out of the front of her shirt??

[salovie]

Truth Fairy

I will hold on to the pieces of you

that no longer fit.

You may have outgrown them, but

those versions of you

took root in a love so new and so true

they deserve to be kept.

Grow; lay your remnants

beneath the weight of your dreams

and I’ll have them by morning.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

another fourteenth annual joe iconis christmas extravaganza rehearsal glimpse, from katrina rose dideriksen