#it hurts not being able to understand

[boygirlctommy]

out of all of the (many, many, many) miscommunications on dsmp, this one still makes me lose it the most. these two were never on the same page even once and this was the culmination of all of it. 2 entirely different conversations going on

[a-tale-of-legends]

( random conversation I thought of, not sure if it's something that I would consider canon. Might be ooc for characters)

Blue: Aaaaand that's everything that happened today! Which.... isn't a lot but whatever.

Red: ....

Blue: .....( Leans back) Sooooooooo. How's things for you? You haven't, ah, really said much since you came back down Mt. Silver...( Tries to perk up a bit,forcing a smile) You're usually such a chatter box, you know?! Gotta be something interesting for ya today, right?

Red: .....

Blue: ........( Grimaces slightly, still trying to keep smiling. His voices lowers, as if the whole world would hear if he goes any louder) Come on Red, you- throw me a bone here, something-

Red: ( his eyebrows furrow slightly) .....

Blue: ( immediately back pedals) O-only if you wanna, I don't - you don't - ( he sighs, exasperated) Green? H-have you at least talked to Green?

Red: ( he flinches at that. The punch to his face still fresh in his mind. It was a year ago. And even so-) .....

Blue: ( he should back off. He really should-) Your mom? Have you at least talked to your mom?

Red: ( that causes him to outright glare at his....friend? Rival? Babysitter? What are they now? He doesn't know. But he doesn't like this conversation.) . . . .

Blue: R-right! Right, of course you- ( he takes in a breath. Why does he feel so sweaty.) Sorry. Sorry, that was just- Let's just forget I said anything, yeah?

Red: ( his glare softens, looking at his....whatever they are to each other, with concern. He doesn't know if he'll get used to Blue Oak apologizing for anything ever. He raises his hand to sign-)

Blue: ( he raises his hand before Red does, eyes pleading) Let's just forget I said anything, okay? ( Please )

Red: ..... ( He lowers his hand. He hates the look blue is giving him. He blames himself for it, as always) ( Okay )

[fishyartist]

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

maomao (out of genuine concern): are you not getting any sleep sir?

jinshi: you just don't want to spend any time with me why do you hate me so much???????????????

[sammygender]

^this but unironically

[justoceanmyth]

Regarding the kataang week twitter "promotion" situation:

From where I stand, the issue is that 1) there was no communication with the kataang week mods (it seems if there had just been communication beforehand, nobody would have cared!), 2) that the account is not "promoting" the event, as the thread says verbatim that they are "hosting and overseeing" the event on twitter (oversight implies moderation - which would be a takeover of the event from the moderators who run the event on tumblr), and that 3) there has been no apology or acknowledgement that this was done without asking, and people involved are going out of their way to attack the moderators, who are just sad and frustrated that they weren't asked.

I've seen people claiming that the majority of the votes came from people who saw the posts on twitter - which isn't something that can be tracked without having access to the google poll itself. After existing for 11 years on tumblr, I assume the kataang week blog probably has a mass of followers - but we can't be sure because tumblr follower counts aren't public.

Nobody would be upset if they wanted to make their own ship week. In fact, that's happened in the past! And in terms of sharing content, people often drop links in the asks to the kataang week blog - whether it's on another platform, or the mods missed it, or for any other reason. There's an ao3 collection as well that people can post to! The mods don't track content that's not on tumblr (because not all the mods have a twitter or are availible 24/7), but they're happy to promote it if it's sent to them.

[angelnumber27]

It’s so embarrassing and heartbreaking being in so much pain over losing someone while knowing they don’t give a fuck if you live or die. Your favorite person becoming a stranger is a special kind of hell.

[salty-an-disco]

Ouugh.. having Spectre Feels

[dazais-guardian-angel]

kinda wild to me that one of the most compelling aspects of both Chuuya and Kunikida's characters to me, that I never really see talked about, is how they're heavily set on a doomed crash course towards complete and utter destruction, and how I am so, so worried for them both.....

[bacchuschucklefuck]

the boy-but-not-that-way-ism of riz gukgak send tweet

[bunnihearted]

regardless of the "learn how to be alone" dravel, being lonely actually is really bad for your mental health and can be very painful :p

[theplatypusblue]

Ok uh making a little post about how the realm crystal is cool and epic 👍

So like basically the FSM is trapped in the first realm right? And there's this endless conflict between the oni and dragon and they each want him to join their respective side yeah? And he obviously doesn't wanna do that, but also he can't just... not pick a side. They won't let him get away that easily. So basically he's gotta get outta here, but he can't really do that either. Dragon's are the only beings that are able to travel freely between realms, and he probably can't ask for their help without "being on their side" first. He's only half-dragon, so he can't do it himself either.

So how's he gonna get out of this? Realm Crystal baby.

He uses the realm crystal to escape, which is like, kind of a big deal, right? Like I said, dragons are really the only beings who are able to do that kind of thing, but now, anyone could do it with the power of the realm crystal (theoretically). That's like, a lot of power for one person to have. But it's also a big deal because now he's free. He doesn't have to worry about any big war, he doesn't have to think about hurting anyone he might care about. He has this brand-new, relatively-peaceful world at his disposal. And it's all thanks to the realm crystal. He must have been so happy once he got out.

So basically what I'm saying is: The First Spinjitzu Master took the realm crystal with him to his grave not just because it was an important artifact for the entire 16 realms, but also because it was important to him personally, as the thing that allowed him to make a life for himself outside of his parents' stupid war.

(Stupid little side note: i looked it up on the wiki because I realized I didn't actually know for sure, and apparently the fsm created the realm crystal himself, which is like. cool. I like the idea of it being one of his first big "creations," and then him using it to escape his shitty life situation. it's a mostly inconsequential detail. But I also think my initial assumption of him essentially stumbling upon this Super Convenient MacGuffin when he's at his breaking point, using it to escape, and then Clinging Onto It Literally Until The Day He Dies is also kind of neat. and drives me nuts a little bit.)

[morzowo]

so one character got to learn how to live again, how to reenter society after traumatizing event that will forever impact his life, got to heal and rebuild his relationship with his family even estranged father, reconnected with his old friends and was able to create reliable support system of people that also grew throughout this healing process and now can understand him more and be there for him, got to graduate and start his own business and now can even give inspirational speeches to help others

and the other one had to leave two closest people to him that were his only support after his family death bc 'friends' he had before weren't type of people worth reconnecting with, move out of his country abandoning everything he knew his whole life just to * checks notes * start a job he didn't really want and the main reason he needed higher pay was to establish financial stability for one of two people who he had to leave and that no longer wanted to be with him

okay yea okay sure both cases are about personal 'growth'

[shippy-from-apocalypse]

Ok im Very sleepy rn it's 2 am bare with me

What do we think Jon would think of How The fandom sees him? And I don't mean this in a pedantic "oh fandom bad because dumbed down and Insert Petty Headcanon Disagreement"

I mean this entirely in a "How would Jon, The man who believes himself to be an Irredeemable monster who is to blame for everything that ever went wrong, react to Just so so many people listening to his shortcommings and ultimately seeing his side"

Like yeah everyone agrees he's kind of an asshole sometimes but he is so beloved by The fans?

I'm sure some people did but I've never seen anyone doubting his humanity or blaming him for the horrors™ he Just clearly understood as his fault? Like yeah Martin tried telling him it wasn't but what I'm getting at is

I love to think about what Jon would do If he saw just the ocean of people who listened to (what he considers to be)

the most unsympathetic person in the world becoming a monster and making choices that brought the literal apocalypse upon humanity

and pretty much everyone saying "he did the best anyone could reasonably expect and he is not a bad person for being caught in the crossfire of an impossible situation with no good solutions"

remember that time in mag 187 a lady grabbed jon in fear and he shouted and presumably pushed her away? and everyone and their mother defended jon's humanity because that was a textbook trauma response i think he would break down crying if he saw that

[starrystevie]

tw: main character death, hurt no comfort, angst

steve's staring at eddie's face when he first hears the tinny notes of rock-a-bye baby through the shitty hospital room speaker. he closes the book in his hand, keeping his thumb in the spine to hold his place, and pauses to listen.

it's strange to hear it mix with the sounds of the machines that are keeping eddie alive, keeping stale air in his lungs and morphine in his veins. we're keeping him comfortable, they say as more white coats shuffle in to change soiled bandages and write in their stiff notebooks.

it's all a lie, a fallacy. if they were keeping him comfortable, he wouldn't be poked and prodded and kept so drugged up that he can't open his eyes. if they were keeping him comfortable, he would have hands holding his own without wires and probes in the way. he would have music and laughter and joy warming up the cold, sterile room.

but steve tries to keep him comfortable as best as he can. he comes by in the mornings before work, in whatever afternoons he has free, in the late night visiting hours when yet another date fails because his mind is focused on curly hair fanned out on a too-white pillow and too pale skin with sunken in cheeks.

steve brings books that dustin swears eddie would love, reads them aloud to a shell of a man and hopes he isn't mispronouncing far away planet names. he smuggles in a boombox and plays tape after tape that he finds in the mess of eddie's van, hoping that one will be just the thing to wake him up.

but mainly he talks. he brings him stories and secrets and problems that he locked away in his chest with a rusted over key. he trails fingertips over blue veins under the thin skin at his wrist wishing there weren't tubes and needles just a few inches above. steve sits in an uncomfortable hospital chair until he has to stand, has to pace, before settling back down to whisper unanswered prayers, asking that today is the day that eddie will magically come out of it all.

it isn't any different on the day that it all falls apart. with a book in his hand and one leg crossed over the other, he hears the soft notes start to play. and in a matter of seconds, the machines around the two of them scream out harsh warnings of failures and disaster.

there's what could have beens and should have beens on the tip of his tongue, in the back of his mind, clashing with the lullaby filling the room. steve would laugh at the irony if he didn't think it would bring him crumbling down. it's a life for a life, a new set of lungs gulping in the air that eddie doesn't get to have anymore, cries of joy in a room down the hall overshadowing steve's own. it's a family's world being put together while his own feels like it's falling apart.

after all, a new baby is supposed to be a joyous occasion isn't it?

eddie's machines are loud enough now to drown out the faint lullaby bleeding through the speaker. the flatline is loud enough to drown out steve's broken sobs for someone, anyone to help. and when they call a time and steve's holding his breath like he can breath it in for the both of them, he wonders if they have a song to play through the speakers for that, too.

[birdricks]

thinking about rick admitting to only helping with the war because he wanted bp to respect him. and not realising the irony in admitting this and how it loses him that very respect