#kas yapping

[struck-by-the-rain]

me when someone complains about something that's been genuinely bothering me too but i just brushed it off because i was worried that i was just bitchy/callous/sensitive but now I feel Vindicated

edit: original post is back, given its blown up sm im also linking the vetted fundraisers from Palestinians who've reached out to me recently here, here, here, here, here, here and here! please read their stories, donate if you can, and share them around!

edit 2: terfs get the fuck off this post. guarantee that you're the ones that we're all complaining about behind your backs. im trans and I fucking love my trans siblings of all stripes with all of my heart, way more than your pathetic arses could ever hate them

[transmascgaiadvn]

started to disassociate on the bus so i pulled out a box of cherries and started eating them while watching sukuna one tooth edits, this mental health shit easy

[sncrly0urs]

GOOD LUCK TO PEOPLE THAT WILL PULL HIM !!! 🎉🎉

[hearteyedbunny]

Growing Pains

danse/art

wrote a lil thing of danse taking care of arty. i have bad pain days of my own so i wanted to project and vent thru arty. also for context they are at red rocket. enjoy <3

The wooden rocking chair creaked as Artemis plopped into it, the bottom of his cane clinking against the hard, concrete floor and echoing throughout the garage. He sighed exasperatedly, using his foot to gently rock himself as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. 

His peace was soon interrupted, albeit not rudely, as the ex-paladin passed by, poking his head into the open door of the garage to check on the other. Artemis thought it cute how Danse always seemed to end up in the same location as him, like he was a lost puppy following him around.

“Hi.”

“Hey, Danse,” Artemis rocked gently, his voice soft as he kept his eyes closed.

“Something the matter?” Danse had fully stepped into the garage now. If Artemis had opened his eyes he would’ve seen Danse looking at him concerningly with those big brown eyes of his.

“...’m alright. Leg is just acting up again.”

“Could I assist you with that?”

Artemis didn’t answer right away. His eyes slowly blinked open as he peered up at the other man, who was looking down at him with his usually stern face, although his thick eyebrows were scrunched in concern. Artemis smiled gently at that. Danse was always so charmingly expressive, even if he didn’t realize it most of the time.

“I’ll be alright, babe. It’s just one of those days.”

“I want to help,” Danse’s heart leapt at the term of endearment. He still wasn’t used to being referred to in such an endearing way, especially from someone like Artemis. He didn’t dislike it, he just needed time to adjust to it.

“I won’t stop you, but you don’t have to worry so much about me. Been dealin’ with it for years,” He shifted his leg slightly, wincing as pain shot up his body.

“I know,” Danse was already down on the ground, sitting himself comfortably on the cold floor as he started to work Artemis’ boots off his feet, “But we’re…partners. I want to help you. Especially considering everything you’ve done for me.”

Artemis chuckled at Danse’s hesitance to call him his partner. He supposed they hadn’t quite reached ‘boyfriend’, but he could settle for ‘partner’ for the time being.

“So you’re just paying back a debt?” He jested, watching as Danse slipped his boots off and tentatively placed them to the side, shoelaces tucked neatly inside of them.

“Not at all,” Danse pressed his thumb firmly into the sole of Artemis’ left foot, letting up slightly when he noticed Artemis wincing at the pressure, “I’m simply showing my appreciation.”

Artemis only hummed in response, fluttering his eyes shut once more and leaning back in his chair, relaxing as much as he could as Danse took over.

They stayed in relative silence for a few long moments, the only noises being Artemis’ soft murmurs of appreciation and Danse’s occasional ‘like this?’ as he worked his hands along Artemis’ leg. Every time Artemis would simply nod his head in response, the pain radiating along his leg and up into his thigh subduing slightly at Danse’s touch. It wouldn’t last long, but the short relief was more than welcome.

At some point, Artemis’ grip softened on the cane in his hand, causing it to drop to the floor with a loud ‘clang’ against the hard floor. He grumbled, cursing under his breath and beginning to adjust himself to pick it up.

“It’s alright. Don’t move,” Danse paused his massage for a moment, picking up the cane that had fallen to the ground and placing it neatly next to Artemis’ boots.

“Thanks,” Artemis mumbled, relaxing back into his chair with a sigh through his nose, “You know, I really like this chair.”

“You do?” Danse looked up at him, his hands resuming their work. His thumbs working themselves into his knee made Artemis hum in appreciation.

“Yeah. I’m glad you built it,” Artemis looked tired, but his words seemed genuine. 

Danse remembered when he had built it. He had been bored, seemingly having much less to keep him occupied since he left the Brotherhood. He had already done as many repairs on the little rest stop as he could, and he could only tinker so much with his power armor. His pacing must have annoyed Artemis, because the man had yelled at him to find something to do, anything but pacing around and making him nervous. So Danse had found some spare wood lying around and got to work. He hadn’t known at the time exactly what he was working toward, but a chair seemed like the best outcome. He figured it would be nice to have some more furniture around their makeshift home, and it occupied him enough to keep out of Artemis’ hair.

“I could build you another,” Danse finally smiled up at him, leaning forward and pressing a small, chaste kiss to the leg in his hands, the material of his pants bunching up where Danse pressed his lips.

“What, so we can sit in our rocking chairs on the porch like an old married couple?” His lips quirked up into an amused smirk as he glanced down at Danse.

“Do people do that?” Danse asked the question genuinely, tilting his head slightly to the side almost like a dog.

“Used to. In my time,” Artemis tentatively stretched his leg out, his pain dull for the moment. Danse was just softly running his hand over the underside of his leg, “Sounds nice, having nothin’ to worry about.”

“I suppose it does,” Danse agreed, although he didn’t enjoy the thought of sitting for hours on end. He was never good at keeping still for long, he always seemed to need something to do, “How is your pain?”

“Better,” He grumbled quietly, seemingly struggling to keep his eyes open, “Probably need to rest. You mind if I close my eyes for a while?” That always seemed to be Artemis code for ‘I need a nap.’

“Not at all. I’m sure Dogmeat and I can hold down the fort,” Danse gave Artemis’ leg one last little rub with his thumb before he rose to his feet, grabbing a nearby blanket hanging across the power armor workstation. Ever since Danse had built the chair and moved it into the garage, Artemis had taken countless naps here, so it was better to leave any spare blankets in here just for that reason.

“Thanks, Danse,” Artemis muttered as the blanket was carefully draped across him, the gentle motion making his chest ache in the best way possible. He still wasn’t used to the sort of loving, domestic relationship they had fallen into over time. It wasn’t perfect, they weren’t perfect, but he appreciated it more than words could express. He wanted to say more, to thank Danse for more than just the massage, more than just the chair, more than just the blanket, but his tongue always seemed to get twisted up. A simple thank you would suffice for now, it seemed.

“Of course,” Danse was smiling that sweet smile at him, the kind that made his eyes soften and his forehead crinkle up. The kind of smile that seemed so genuine and so specifically for Artemis himself, “Try to get some rest, Artemis. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

[daintykacchan]

I hope everyone hating on atla la would have a bad week, criticism is fine but no need to hate SO MUCH on the actors. Also don't shame those who actually LIKED the live action. Y'all haters criticize so much if you don't like the la just watch the original. Your standards for your idea of "live action" is too unrealistic.

Also let me add the shippers who still shame/hate on e/o for liking this ship or the other part liking this, etc. ITS 2024 LET EVERYONE LIKE WHAT THEY LIKE. Let the shippers of that certain ship enjoy content that doesn't concern you if you don't like that ship.

[goldoie]

GAGO NAKILILIG AKO

[nyxypoo]

wanting to talk about my favorite food but not being able to write it in english but ik for a fact that however google translate is transliterating it is definitely wayyyy off

[coolputer]

ezra can we be objectum besties

!!! OF COURSE? ehnabsgshabgagha,

achievement unlocked: first friend(?)

[confinesofmy]

when the latvian girl who makes game repacks tells you to listen to her music for the 40 minutes it takes to install you simply have to. it's part of the social contract i think.

[pinkmirth]

it’s nigerian independence day!

[starscelly]

ik like all of my followers are stars fans and mostly don’t care abt the bruins and i’ve been spamming u all with sad bruins content on the dash today. please do not worry. i have more sad content but this time stars edition later !!

[struck-by-the-rain]

in my humble onion if there is a little obscure fictional guy u think everyone in the community is sleeping on then be the change in the world. draw loads of pics of them. come up with thousands of headcanons about them. write novel length fics about them. hell even just shitpost about them. who gives a shit if its good or bad do whatever you want to do and are able to do!!! and i guarantee you havd a good chance of getting other ppl interested in your silly guy

[kasarian]

dunno if its because im trying to do things and introduce major changes in my life since january 2020, but a lot of things have been changing in my life recently. and im not yet exhausted because uni isn't in full swing, thank fuck, but i feel so uneasy ... HAHAHA

been welcoming old friends into my life again irl and online, meeting new people irl, actually observing myself with others... idk its fun but also super scary LMAO because ive changed. like i see that i actually have.

im just thinking about old friends i completely lost touch with during *gestures vaguely* whatever the fuck happened during 2020~2023 both irl and online. i see their old profiles on facebook and old untouched socials and it makes me wonder what the hell they're up to. oh well, right..? oh well.

anyway i have... one more year left to go and by 2025 I'm going to be on my thesis mode... eugh.

[headfkknempty]

yapping :3

idk if anyone really cares as to why i haven't been posting much but i haven't been feeling well physically so i spend most of my time trying to distract myself instead of focusing on that problem

i should be fine but most days i am either playing v games or watching stuff so much i forget i am a human being LOL

that being said i'm on discord &&& my ps5 a lot, same username here as on there so if anyone wants to add me just let me know!!! we can talk about whatever

ps if u read this ily wishing you the best and giving hugs if you'd like

[hearteyedbunny]

Dog Tags

danse/art

danse and art a few weeks after blind betrayal, when they've settled into their makeshift home at red rocket, and they're finally starting to work out their feelings <333

Danse had almost forgotten he even gave his dog tags to Artemis, what with everything else that had gone on that day. He wasn’t usually one to forget things, but he supposed everyone had their moments.

He only noticed them again when he had caught Artemis tinkering with his gun at one of the nearby work stations. Art had abandoned his usual black jumpsuit once they had left the Brotherhood, instead adorning a basic black tee, the dog tags jangling against his chest as he worked.

The realization made Danse stop and stare for a moment before he finally said something.

“You still have them.”

His voice caught the attention of the other man, who stopped what he was doing to look at Danse with confusion.

“What?”

“My dog tags. I gave them to you before we were exiled. I didn’t know you kept them.”

Artemis glanced a quick look down at his own chest where the necklace lay, his hand coming up to mull it over in his fingers before he looked back up with a quizzical look.

“Well, yeah,” he ran a thumb over one of the tags absentmindedly, “You gave ‘em to me. I thought I was going to lose you so I, uh…” he cleared his throat awkwardly, suddenly uncharacteristically embarrassed as he drummed his fingers against the workbench, “It just…reminds me that you’re here, is all.”

Danse felt himself smile at how red in the face Art looked. It was rare to see him so choked up on his words. Art was assertive, sometimes worryingly so, and never afraid to voice his opinion whether it was warranted or not. Danse admired his ferocity, but enjoyed seeing this genuine side to him as well.

“I appreciate that you kept them,” Danse had stepped closer as they spoke, reaching out a hand for Artemis to take, which he did, gently intertwining their fingers together, “I’m…grateful for you, Artemis.”

Artemis’ face was burning. It was so difficult not to dismiss Danse’s words entirely and push him away. They had both grown accustomed to their cat and mouse relationship, and it was seemingly difficult to settle into something a little more…genuine. Maybe even domestic, time permitting. The thought frightened Artemis to his core, but the fear of losing Danse frightened him even more so.

“God, don't get sentimental on me,” Art laughed nervously, running a hand through his long, dark hair, the wedding band on his finger glinting in the sunlight as he did so. He supposed he was sentimental too, now having another memento of his love, this one hanging around his neck. He hoped he wasn't starting a collection.

“I'm only being honest,” Danse was still smiling, a sight that made Art's heart beat faster in his chest, “You saved me, and although I've had to start my life over, I'm glad it's with you.”

“What, even after all the hell I put you through?” Artemis was being pulled close by their interlocking hands now, close enough that their chests were touching, “That I'm still putting you through, I guess.”

Danse’s free hand was cupping his face now, his calloused thumb rubbing over the scar that webbed its way across Artemis’ cheek. Art nuzzled affectionately into that familiar, warm hand, his eyes closing in contentment.

“Yes,” Danse actually chuckled at that. He knew their relationship was strange and uncomfortable at times. They had started out hating each other, Danse couldn't remember anyone who had ever pushed his buttons and got under his skin quite like Artemis had done so many times in the past. Sometimes he still annoyed him, they still butted heads, but they had grown to understand each other, even care about each other, and Danse had never felt so drawn to another person in his life, “Especially so. No one else could handle your insubordination.”

Art barked out a laugh, slapping Danse on the chest playfully. A genuine laugh from Artemis was rare, and Danse savored it every time it graced his presence.

“Oh, so you can make jokes?” Art huffed out a breath at the end of his laugh, still grinning as they pressed their foreheads together. Their noses were touching and they could feel each other's breath. 

“I suppose you're rubbing off on me.”

Danse was eager to close the gap between them, their lips finally connecting in a heated kiss as he pulled Artemis in close by his hips. Art was more than happy to return the embrace, a small noise of approval escaping his throat as he leaned into the other’s touch. He snuck a hand to the back of Danse’s neck, his fingers coiling up into soft, dark hair as he kept him in place.

They stayed that way for a moment, only breaking apart when Artemis finally needed to come up for air. If he didn’t need to breathe, Artemis knew he could drown in those lips for eternity.

Artemis worried at his bottom lip as they stood there, held to each other and staring into each other's eyes. He felt like he wanted to say something, anything, to express how he felt. He thought he might love Danse, but his stomach coiled at the thought of acknowledging it. Instead, he pushed it down, content to just keep things as they were. For now.

“I, uh…” Art flashed his teeth in a nervous grin, the sight of his sharp canines making Danse’s stomach flip in joy, “I could use your help working on this gun, if you're up for it.”

“Of course,” Danse’s eyes crinkled in a soft smile. His hand was caressing Art’s cheek again before descending to his chest, taking his own dog tags between his fingers and brushing his thumb over one, like he was admiring it, “I would be more than happy to help.” 

[yappington-central]

Watching 'Muqaddar ka Badshah' (lit. King of destiny) and I must say it is almost motivating how the character says one thing and immediately goes on to do it. No lurking. No procrastinating. Just getting the job done.

There is one scene where the protagonist after being humiliated announces he will become the greatest gangster. I thought it would take like the first half or something but a 30 second montage of a dank ass walk, money counting, some gun fire and boom! My man is not only the greatest gangster but also the richest man in Mumbai.

Very inspiring.