#it’s just very self-evident to me??

[starbuck]

i’m the first one who’ll say that directly stating “this song is about x” flattens it by removing its ambiguity and opportunity for subjective interpretations that make it poetic, so i’m not gonna say exactly what i think, but i WILL say that it was extremely funny for me to see someone say that they were mystified by Chinese House Flowers of all songs when, to me anyway, it’s one of the most straightforward songs on Full Force Galesburg meaning-wise, but 🤷🤷🤷🤷 that’s just my opinion!

[todayisafridaynight]

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

some people in this fandom are going to be really disappointed when winds of winter comes out.

you guys. you cannot treat the POV characters as stepping stones for other characters/other POV characters.

the POV characters must have a fitting end according to their character arcs, themes, foreshadowing, etc.

to clarify, the POV characters chapters are about THEM. their storylines are about THEIR journey. you cannot use their hundreds of pages of character development as a brick to build the castle your fav will live in.

this is especially true for the key 5 and for the other younger POV characters. their endings have everything to do with them, they do not revolve around your fav.

us readers out-of-universe reasons for wanting x or y characters deaths does not matter. what actually matters is if you can support your theories with textual evidence from the chapters of the POV character that you want dead.

[juniperleafdelivery]

[wormchaser]

you are complaining about complaining too much while complaining about the fact that maybe people dont like you because you complain too much while complaining about being alone. just stop complaining and do something about it. talk to people. reach out. dont just wait for someone to come to you first.

i have tried reaching out to different people in the past year or so but it never works. i understand its my own fault for letting relationships decay because of my own insecurities and issues but that doesn't mean i can just will myself to think or believe different things about myself. it's a self fulfilling prophecy ; i think people don't like me so i don't reach out so people don't like me etc . i am sure you do not want to hear me list all the things i want to say in response so i will put them in the tags.

[icewindandboringhorror]

There's always a slight yearning in the back of my mind wishing I had been born in the right place, time, family situation, income level, etc. to have just lived in one single house for my entire life. Imagine being born in a place that still suits you, even through all of your personal evolutions and etc. The idea of deep familiarity with an area because you've lived and explored it for 40+ years, being encased in a web of memories and connections. Being able to clean out your old childhood bedroom and find personal artifacts, to dig in the yard and remember. I know those lives can still be plenty imperfect, but there's just something so seemingly solid and stable and Grounding about it that I sometimes wish I could have.. (At least from my outside perspective as someone who's moved around a bit geographically and even within the same area, never lives in the same house/ apartment /etc. for more than a few years usually.) Like... having a place that is printed upon, fully your own, rather than chronically a visitor, every thought of a space always tempered with the notion that one day soon you'll have to pack it all up again, etc. There's something peaceful about the permanence.

[astriiformes]

The final assignments I need to finish for my science fair mentorship class are a lot of "Reflect on these readings we did about education and connect them to your own experiences in school" type prompts, and unfortunately reflecting on your educational journey when you are a two-time college drop-out who probably failed a class this semester is not a great time.

[astranauticus]

not sure if this counts as an AU but.. thinking about the Per Aspera crew as horror game bosses like.. you are wandering through a forested mountain range and you know somethings wrong because the forest shouldn't be this eerily silent, this devoid of life, and then you hear the crash of falling trees and there is a hand that is half your size glowing golden in the night and it is grabbing you and its claws are digging into your flesh and you see the spines running down the golden arm that is far too long as it lifts you over a crater in mountain, over a coiled, serpentine thing with a visage that is not of this world, and if you look closely you can see the shape of a child curled at the centre of the thing, golden hair reflecting the glow of the creature and if you listen closely you can hear her sobbing, 'Don't hurt me, I don't want to do this'. you are sailing through the astral sea when you see an ephemeral, resplendent spelljammer cutting through the starry waters and you rejoice because you have been lost on the seas for so so long, so you board the ship looking for help, supplies, anything, and you are greeted by a blue fire genasi (you wonder, do those even exist? but you can't get off the ship now because where else will you go?) and she tells you she is the captain of this ship but as far as you can tell there is no crew on board, and if she is not appearing right behind you from a trapdoor you've never noticed she is always in the engine room 'fixing the ship' even though the ship seems to be sailing perfectly fine ('Where are we going?' you ask her once and she doesn't even turn to look at you, 'Don't worry about it') and if you are ever so unlucky as to damage the ship in any way, you begin to catch flashes of red and orange out of the corner of your eye, a fire genasi wearing the woman's face who whispers at you with hollow, angry eyes 'Don't you fucking dare hurt my ship'. you are sailing through the astral sea when you see a rotting, decaying spelljammer, so badly damaged it's barely moving although you have to wonder how it's even staying afloat at all, and out of some morbid curiosity you climb on board and the deck of the ship is in no better shape than the hull, the marks of hard-fought battle - scars in the wood from sharp blades and arcane energies, stains of blood and oil splattered about - still fresh but you know time doesn't pass on the astral sea so who knows how long ago this all took place, and as you climb below decks you start to notice the writings on the walls, pieces of parchment nailed to every surface and connected with fraying, rotting threads, or words etched directly into the wood, the deep gouges barely readable, and you start to hear the creaking and clanking of rusted machinery slowly moving about and you turn a corner to see a figure standing in a room facing the wall, slowly scratching yet more of that unintelligible writing into the bones of the ship, and it turns as the rusted dented mechanite stares at you with eyes ablaze and he asks 'Who are you? Where is my crew?' as sparks of arcane lightning begins to arc through the room. you are running through a feywild forest and you know, even without the figure chasing you, that you have made a horrible mistake, you should have known better, should have been more careful, should have kept your impulses in check, and now you are being chased through an unfamiliar forest and the figure, the Hunter pursuing you knows this realm like the back of his hand, knows every tree and shrub and vine that is slithering up to grasp at your ankles, and you glance back desperately to catch any glimpse of your pursuer but there is no pursuer, he has hidden himself with some arcane trick or some innate power or just the knowledge that this realm is his home, and you hear his voice even though you cannot see him as he cries out 'You should not have hurt my family. Prepare to face the Hunter of Hundkiln'

sorry no Vhas yet maybe I'll update with one for him once we get more of his whole deal

[sskk-manifesto]

:)

[imflyingfish]

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[bunn-iiii]

just found an old screen shot of a comment on one of my tik toks that told me to take the money I used to get my hair dyed (it was rainbow at that time) and spend it on an autism assessment... as if I could just walk into a facility and say can I have one autism test please and thank you and hand them $100...

[arolesbianism]

Eternal gales isat au except Bloom is the one looping and she never fucking escapes due to the curse of being 9 years old. Oh and also the middle aged woman actively sabotaging her at every step of the way ig

[death-rebirth-senshi]

Ashley: You don't believe in god? 🤨

Me: Aw, how sweet

Suvi: Just a constant reminder of the divine intelligence behind all creation

Me: Hello, human resources!?

[mozzygan]

i love the before // after format and if that's what you're doing in your wip ask game i am dying to see it 👀👀👀

ok this one is...i've kept it very close haha. imma share some of it because i'm brave!!!!!!! but i'm sure you'll figure out why i've been closed-lipped about this story lol. just gonna share the intro tho—honestly, i know very little about this story right now. haven't super explored it/gotten to know the characters. but anyways IT'S BRAVE FACE TIME 😤 (self harm tw)

I used to write on my skin a lot—notes, dates, assignments, all that. Whenever you’re fresh out of notebooks (which is a perpetual state of being for me), just whip out a pen and you got yourself an easy-to-remember and unlosable agenda on your palm. After my friends got annoyed at me for washing my reminders off whenever I went to the bathroom, I started using the notes app on my phone to take notes, write down dates, remember assignments. But there were marks on my skin that I’d drawn on years and years and years ago. They’d had long since washed off. Still, after days of scrubbing myself raw in the shower, I could never quite remove them. They were gone from my skin, sure, but not from my soul. Two simple words, separated by a barrier of dashed lines all along my stomach, thighs, and the flab of my arms: “BEFORE” and “AFTER.”

[pepprs]

my anxiety is unbelievably fucking bad rn. i am so scared

[soft-serve-soymilk]

Gaslighting? In MY household? It’s more likely than you think