#like its cool that someone looked at it and went. 'this is worthy to use as my icon'

[watercolor-rainclouds]

am i famous now lol

[anqelbean]

SHIZUN LBH AND DISCIPLE SY??? PLEASE TELL US MORE I'M FERAL

I, too, am feral over these two nonnie, so I shall continue cause you asked so nicely <3

So, the PIDW of this universe follows the immortal lord Luo Binghe, Peak Lord of Qing Jing Peak, Demon Emperor on the side (shhhhh, that part's a secret).

Binghe is (seemingly) righteous and noble, but in truth he's always 1 step away from destroying Cang Qiong Mountain. His thread of hope for humanity is about to snap, which is not at all helped by Xin Mo, who has almost taken his mind over completely.

Enter Shen Yuan, transmigrator extraordinaire, disciple of Qing Jing Peak. The person that's supposed to expose Luo Binghe's demonic heritage to the world and kickstart the conquering of the Human Realm by the Demon Emperor, leading to Shen Yuan's eventually becoming a human stick.

Well, he doesn't want to die like that! Who would! So thigh hugging it is!

Thankfully the System in this world isn't as strict as in canon, so he does have one way of saving himself: if Shen Jiu had become Head Disciple, he would not have wanted to expose Luo Binghe.

He tries his darned best to get close to Luo Binghe, although clumsily. He always ends up walking into things when he's around 'cause he was gawking at him. Which, he reasons, is a perfectly normal thing for a disciple to do! To admire his Shizun! Especially since his Shizun was THE protagonist!

Luo Binghe doesn't know what to think of him at first. Clumsy, starry-eyed, always with his nose in the books like he's trying to memorise all the characters, not just its contents, talented enough, but lacking in experience, perfect recipe for disaster. He needs to keep an eye on him if he doesn't want to deal with a dead disciple.

But. It's strange. No one's ever looked at him like that. He knows his disciples admire him, but all of them are so terrified of him they don't dare to get close, lest they end up doing more chores as punishment. But, this Shen Yuan. It's like. Like he's not scared? Like Luo Binghe is...someone worthy of hero-worship. He can't even admit it to himself, but he cannot help but preen under his clumsy disciple's adoring gaze.

Then, a candle accidentally falls in Shen Yuan's dorm, and there's no room for him left. All his roommates went to their friends' rooms, but Shen Yuan didn't have any close friends on the peak! Where should he go???

Luo Binghe…feels he needs to play the good Shizun. It's just an act, of course. He doesn't actually care for the boy. He needs to play the cool, distant immortal, kind enough to take in a stray. He has Shen Yuan move into his side room, BUT only temporarily.

And so it begins.

Luo Binghe finds himself enjoying having someone to cook for again. He himself doesn't need to eat, so he only really does it when trying to woo a demoness into his bed. But with Shen Yuan, it's different. He hasn't cooked for someone just for them to satiate their hunger since his mother. It almost feels…intimate. Seeing Shen Yuan not eat his food so much as inhale it, hearing the sincere praise from the child's mouth… It's all too much.

It doesn't help that the boy is actually quite shameless. Taking off all his layers except one the moment he's home, even his pants! He is just prancing around with all his skin for the world to see! It makes him want to scold him, to take his layers and dress him back up himself just so he doesn't have the image of those long, long legs of Shen Yuan's stuck in his mind. So he does, “Disciple Shen should be more mindful of his appearance,” he says, desperately trying to ignore Shen Yuan's pretty red face as he stammers 'shizun' while Luo Binghe ties his robes, “Anyone could walk in, it's indecent.” And incredibly distracting, he doesn't say.

Few months pass, Luo Binghe realises one thing: this boy is the only person worthy of respect on his entire peak. If something were to happen to him, he would raze the entire mountain to the ground, himself included.

He tries everything just to touch the boy. He fixes his robes, put his hands on his shoulders, picks him up during nighthunts when things get intense, and if he touches him a little more than necessary while correcting his sword forms, well, no one notices.

For once, something has moved his cold, dead heart and Luo Binghe is a hungry soul, bleeding for more, unwilling to let go of this new tiny light he's found, wishing to devour and devour, till no one else can steal it from him, like everything else good in his miserable, lonely life.

Visual representation of this au

[agirlnamedelia]

The Perfect Gift || Katsuki x Reader

Genre: fluff Pairing: Katsuki x FEM!Reader Synopsis: Your rich billionaire sugar daddy always bought you what you want and what you need. However its his birthday, how could you ever compete with the gifts he had given you.

You paced back and forth in the living room, biting your lip in frustration. Bakugou’s birthday was just around the corner, and you still had no idea what to get him. It wasn’t like he needed anything; he was rich, powerful, and could buy whatever he wanted at the snap of his fingers. What could you possibly give to someone who had everything?

As you stared blankly at your laptop screen, which was currently open to a gift ideas website, you sighed. You had gone through dozens of pages, looking for something—anything—that might be worthy of Bakugou. You knew he wasn’t big on material gifts, and he’d probably scoff at anything too fancy or overly sentimental.

“Ugh, this is impossible,” you groaned, leaning back on the couch and rubbing your temples. The pressure was on, and you were feeling it hard. Every year, Bakugou went all out on your birthday, surprising you with the most thoughtful gifts and extravagant experiences. And every time, you were left in awe of how well he knew you, how much he cared. Now, it was your turn to show him how much he meant to you, and you didn’t want to disappoint him.

You glanced over at the clock—only a few days left. “Think, Y/n, think,” you muttered to yourself. What did Bakugou like? What did he need?

Suddenly, an idea struck you. He might not need anything material, but maybe he could use something from the heart. Something personal and meaningful. With renewed determination, you grabbed your phone and started making a list of ideas, brainstorming anything that might bring a genuine smile to his face.

The next few days flew by in a whirlwind of preparation. You spent hours working on your gift, making sure every detail was perfect. It was a labor of love, and though you were nervous, you were also excited to see his reaction.

Finally, the day of Bakugou’s birthday arrived. He had planned a small gathering with a few close friends at his favorite restaurant, and you spent most of the evening by his side, enjoying the laughter and good company. But as the night wore on, you could feel your nerves starting to creep back in.

After the cake was cut and everyone had sung a boisterous rendition of “Happy Birthday,” the group started to disperse. Bakugou wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “Ready to head out, or you wanna stick around a bit longer?”

You smiled up at him, trying to mask your anxiety. “I’m ready whenever you are. But, um, before we go… I have something for you.”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, his expression softening. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “It’s just… well, it’s not much, but I wanted to give you something special. Can we, um, go somewhere private?”

His curiosity piqued, Bakugou nodded, leading you out of the restaurant and into a quieter part of the nearby park. The cool night air was refreshing, and the soft glow of the streetlights created a cozy, intimate atmosphere.

You took a deep breath, reaching into your bag and pulling out a small, wrapped box. “I know it’s not fancy or anything, but I wanted to give you something that… that shows how much you mean to me.”

Bakugou took the box, his eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. “You didn’t have to get me anything, you know. I’m not big on gifts.”

“I know,” you said quickly, wringing your hands nervously. “But this isn’t just a gift. It’s… well, just open it.”

With a grunt, Bakugou carefully unwrapped the box, lifting the lid to reveal a small, handmade photo album. His brow furrowed as he opened it, flipping through the pages. Each page was filled with pictures of the two of you together, from your first date to the countless adventures you had shared over the past year.

But it wasn’t just photos. Alongside each picture, you had written little notes, recounting your favorite memories, the silly jokes you shared, the moments that had made you fall in love with him all over again.

Bakugou’s eyes softened as he read through your words, his lips quirking into a small smile. He didn’t say anything for a long moment, just taking in each page, each memory.

Finally, he looked up at you, his expression unreadable. “You made this?”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. “Yeah. I wanted to give you something that… that showed you how much I care. I know you don’t need anything, but I thought maybe you’d like to have something to look back on, you know? Something to remind you of all the good times we’ve had.”

Bakugou stared at you for a moment, his gaze intense. Then, without warning, he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your hair. “Dumbass,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

You blinked, surprised by the sudden affection. “I-I wanted to,” you stammered, hugging him back. “You do so much for me, and I wanted to do something for you, too. I know it’s not much, but—”

Bakugou cut you off with a soft kiss, his lips lingering against yours for a long, sweet moment. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were softer than you had ever seen them. “It’s perfect,” he said quietly, his voice rough. “Thank you.”

A relieved smile spread across your face, your heart swelling with happiness. “Really? You like it?”

He nodded, his hand gently cupping your cheek. “Yeah, I do. More than you know.”

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, basking in the quiet comfort of the night. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders, the anxiety and worry melting away in the warmth of Bakugou’s embrace.

As you leaned your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, you realized that you didn’t need to stress so much about finding the perfect gift. What mattered most was the love and thought behind it, and Bakugou had shown you that in his own way.

With a content sigh, you snuggled closer to him, closing your eyes. “Happy birthday, Bakugou.”

He smirked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Best damn birthday I’ve ever had, thanks to you.”

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[madameminor]

WHY I DON'T LIKE TECH x PHEE: An unintentional essay

Alright, yall, I've figured it out on my end. I think. I just need to get some of this out so that I can move past it. I'm not even gonna tag it under tech x phee, cause you know what, I don't want to harsh the mellow over in that space, I'm just voicing what I've discovered.

This is long.

Wanda Sykes: I LOOOOOVE Wanda Sykes, love her - love her so much that I can't see anyone else with her voice. A 60 year old lesbian comedian... and you want to make her a 20 something pirate captain flirting with a male cl- no. No. Capital N. O. Like, I thought she and Rhea Perlman were going to be a fun comedic, older duo playing off of each other. Or that they'd have some sort of sassy relationship. But instead she's a coy, fun adventurer who starts to join in TBB family? Nope. No. Didn't sell it for me. Gimme someone else, might have worked. Try Anika Noni Rose, or if you need that star factor, Halle Barry or Beyonce or, for fucks sake LIZZO (can you imagine her beautiful voice as Phee? OOOO I just shivered. Loved her as the Duchess, but her as Phee! Instantly WAAAAY more excited about that character.) Not Wanda Fucking Sykes (like I said, LOVE her. But no. Choices.)

The Build Up: You guys. We are all literally writers. Where were the beats? Where were the moments? You naturally want there to be a moment the audience goes 'ooooooh yeah ok I see it'. IT HAPPENED WITH HUNTER. The next day I remember quite a few of us going 'OMG YES!!! Yes, totally ship that, saw the chemistry with Phee and Hunter! Into iiiiit.' I resisted that one too, cause of the Wanda Sykes thing, but you know what? IT. WORKED. I went with it cause it worked. Was actually kind of excited. Was looking forward to the fics. Did not happen once with Tech, never saw anyone go 'oh look at that chemistry between pirate and genius'. NOPE BTW SUDDENLY THEY'RE ALL TEASING TECH AND TECH AND PHEE ARE IN A SCENE AND THIS IS ALL ABOUT THESE TWO TAH DAAAAH! No. Nope. Not how it works. Feels like my favorite is getting the shitty end of the romance arc stick. Fuck off, no. We have all written better.

Toxic Matchup: The way Phee (see dude, I almost wrote Wanda. Thats how much I can't not see her in this character) treats Tech. One of my mutuals on here, @shadestepping, put it perfectly - "It’s because instead of understanding who tech is as a person and being respectful of how his mind works, she tries to force him to mask because it’s what she wants/it makes communicating with him easier". The example that keeps popping into my head is when Phee sarcastically says "when two people are talking its called a conversation". My eyebrows shot UP, like, this is one of the FIRST THINGS YOU LEARN about Tech- his face is in his datapad. Treating him like an idiot (which is what it sounds like in Wanda voice) because he is doing what he is always doing is not ok (seriously, WTF, dude?). Another mutual, @dumfanting agreed and shared how that hit them: "As someone whose been forced to mask for her entire life, that is wrong and damaging and perpetuates the idea that we as austitics are only worthy of love if we continue to suppress ourselves." And it really doesn't have to be that way. I can rewrite every scene they are in together, still have her be sassy, have her show interest and respect for who he is, and still move him out of his comfort zone. I will do it, if I need to, just to prove it. If the writers are trying to give her some growth too, cool, then TAKE THE TIME TO DO THAT - instead we only hear how HE's being taken out of his comfort zone. How about HER? You want to be with him? Maybe you have to meet him half way, honey

Ultimately, I could have gotten behind this if it was done another way - but the way they went about it missed so many marks. And for my man, that's unacceptable to me. He deserves the best, not something thrown together.

I have spoken.

(Ok, I think that is out of my system.)

[whumpshaped]

hey i’m really sorry if this is dumb but do you ever feel bad about enjoying whump? if so, how do you deal with it? i’m having a hard time with liking it. i love reading it but it occasionally makes me feel like a terrible person

its not dumb! i have some disorders that make it hard for me to feel bad abt stuff just for moral reasons alone, but i do get the terrible feeling sometimes when im afraid others will think im a terrible person lol if that makes any sense- so yeah i get the shame around it. i was lucky enough to be the quirky fun guy anyway so having slightly stranger interests wasnt a big deal for me.

this got very long bc i always have many thoughts on this

let me just start this by saying u totally dont have to feel bad for liking it. at all. everybody tends to like some form of whump, even if they dont call it that. the middle aged christian woman reading her 100th romance novel packed with fucking angst is an avid enjoyer of emotional whump in my book. and the guy who jokes about whump enjoyers being crazy and then turns around and watches marvel movies with blood and beat up heroes in it, well-

humans are just fascinated with pain. physical, emotional, all of it. it's just how we are, i think. we love to explore pain in fantasy, through characters separate from us, while we sit in our room comfortably (controlled danger! like rollercoasters). it can be cathartic. it can be how we find and understand ourselves. it can be comforting to know hey, this character went through something like that, that means the author must have some experience with it. there's at least one other human who gets me.

enjoying/reading/writing whump can be a perfect outlet, like hitting a punching bag repeatedly. it can be how someone digests their own trauma. it can just be a kink thing. it doesn't have to have deep moral things attached to it, sometimes seeing fictional characters hurt just tickles the brain and that's that. it doesn't matter, because it's all fictional, it doesn't hurt anyone. unless your preferred media is like, literal hate speech and propaganda against real life people, (in which case it DOES hurt ppl), there's literally nothing wrong with looking at a character being beaten and going "hey, thats cool".

also i will never not say this but even the fucken bible is straight whump and no one will ever change my mind. i tried to be a good christian and what did i find? whump.

also, there's like... a huge portion of people who read whump for the comfort of it. yes the character goes through shit, yes it's horrible, but guess what, they come out on the other side unquestionably changed but still worthy of recovery. they find peace, they heal, they find friends and family, they're comforted and listened to. that's something a lot of people read whump for. there's a reason it's called hurt/comfort. and there's also a very good post about how so many of us read it because the whumpees' trauma is always acknowledged. maybe not in the story, but we as readers understand that they went through some shit, and thus their trauma is always validated in some way. that can be a comfort as well, in a world where so many people's issues get brushed under the rug and ignored and overlooked and straight up invalidated.

but even if you're not into the comfort aspect (which i wasnt for a long time!!!!! i was strictly here for the hurt!!!!!!) you're not some sort of monster for it. i'd say quite the contrary. i'd say if you regularly engage with media like this, where the character's emotions are laid out so bare, and explored so deeply, you're more in tune with your own emotions too. i couldve punched holes in walls like some people i know (i have anger issues), but instead i grabbed my laptop and wrote about a character being beaten to a pulp. no damage to person or property. done. others read it and enjoyed it, and i even got serotonin from likes and reblogs, which lifted my mood, so that was a whole net positive.

seriously look at the most popular media too. it's whump. always has been. a good friend of mine whos a little weirded out by some of the gore i write is OBSESSED with game of thrones for example. and he recommended it to me because hey i love bloody stuff dont i? and i loved the torture scenes and he loved to hate and be enraged and a little grossed out by them. we enjoyed the series together. neither of us was terrible for it.

all this to say, you're not the odd one out. even if your interests count as more "taboo", like some of mine, unless you go out there and punch someone in the face, youre good in my books. and again, even punching someone in the face can be morally neutral or positive between consenting adults so. HUMANS JUST ENJOY EXPLORING PAIN. THATS MY HOT TAKE FOR TODAY.

thank u for coming to my ted talk

[lonelylonelyghost]

Re-watch of The Spirealm. Episode 28

This will haunt me

"Some go with the wind, some enter our dreams, and some linger in our heart."

...

Poor soul, the funeral hasn't even happen yet, but she already has to deal with all this...

"The Spiralm harms people, and many innocent lives have been lost. Over the years, most of the money that Li-ge earned went to the families of these people. Li-ge often said the game hurts people. Since we can't destroy it, why not do something for their families in the end?"

Nooooo... We're not worthy of Li Dongyuan...

"Why not join us? You'll have some support."

"No. White Deer is Li-ge's hard work. Even if I die, I will die with White Deer."

And now Zhuang Rujiao has to grow up, quickly and without the right to make any mistakes... Excuse me while I'll go cry in the corner

That was very hot of him, ngl

Very pretty. Do they sell Spirealm merch?

"Lingling-ge, I heard that Ruan-ge is now involved is now involved in the management of White Deer. He didn't used to be like this. He used to always turn a blind eye to everything."

"Has he changed a lot?"

"Since you came, he has indeed changed a lot."

Yeah, love does that to people sometimes

Sunny Girl Door!

Pretending to meet each other for the first time while looking at each other like that

And her face lol

Literally poking a tiger right now. Girl, what are you doing?

And Qiushi's reaction at someone hitting on his boyfriend - "Do you think he has eyes literally for anyone but me? Good luck, lmao"

I like that the exposition that we get in every door is literally a part of the plot, because it's the game and those people are NPCs. But even then they don't make it boring or obvious, you still have to figure lots of stuff out

A Power Couple

I hate this dude with my whole heart, but I get it. Listening to rich kids arguing which super-uber-luxury places and hotels they're gonna stay in is a special kind of torture.

It's giving me "a newly-moved gay couple visiting their neighbours" vibe

"Drop the flag. Drop the flag.

Softly behind your friend's back.

Everybody, quiet down.

Quickly, quickly run around."

I love that every Door has its own thing, either song, or proverb or rhyme. It's so cool

What was, but could not last

Men want only one thing and it is to have BREAKFAST. With each other.

Oh god, do not remind me of eggs 😨

☹️

Nonverbal communication

Why are they so beautiful?...

"Sunny Doll, Sunny Doll! May tomorrow's weather be clear, just like the sky in my dreams. If it's sunny, I'll give you a golden bell.

Sunny Doll, Sunny Doll! May tomorrow's weather be clear. If you listen to my wish, I'll give you sweet wine to drink.

Sunny Doll, Sunny Doll! May tomorrow's weather be clear. If it's still cloudy and rainy tomorrow, I'll chop off you head."

Well, that escalated quickly, holy shit 😦

[my-castles-crumbling]

hey cas! wow, look at me not going anon for once ahahaha

also, while im here id just like to say that your name now reminds me of two taylor swift songs. castles crumbling (for obvious reasons) but also now i see 'cas' and i think 'ah, they killed you first because you feared the worst, hm? did you try to tell the town?' this has no relevance to the rest of my ask but it makes me smile to mashup the two songs in my head every time i come across one of your posts <3

(but also now that i think about it: castles crumbling x cassandra mashup??? that would absolutely slay and im quite incredibly tempted to make it now)

i wondered if you had any advice for how to go about reaching out to an old friend? we went to the same high school for a year and got really close but then when she moved schools we lost touch. its now been over a year and a half but i keep finding things that remind me of her and its really making me wanna recconect somehow, but it feels so awkward and weird to just... message her? what do i even say ahaha

shes a really sweet and warm and all-round lovely person (yes i had a minor crush on her when we were close. i know its obvious but i never made a move, she liked someone else, it didnt change anything with us) so i know she wouldnt be likely to be really weird about me reaching out but its still absolutely terrifying because what if she doesnt think about our old friendship anymore? what if im a faded memory by now?? what if she thinks it is really random and weird for me to reach out now all of a sudden?

any advice at all would be greatly appreciated! (as are you! youre so awesome and the fact that we interact sometimes is still so cool to me, so thank you for your existence! youre so worthy of everything good that comes to you <3)

Okay but that mashup would be so cool. Please make it.

As far as reaching out- I mean it is random, but not bad! How would you feel if someone reached out to you? Like I would be honored, you know? That someone was thinking of me. I think the thing is, its not insulting to reach out to someone, it's a NICE thing to do. So you should! If she acts awkward, it's not anything you did wrong, she's just not a cool person anymore and at least you tried!

Also YOU are just as worthy of amazingness, hon <3

[azurewishing]

Descent

Part 2 of the Resonance AU. This time it's in coldie's perspective as it deals with the countdown of frigil's awakening

Nevi- Cold epic wubbox

Eden- Plant epic wubbox

Rey- Rare wubbox

~~~~~~

It only began a few months ago. Only a few months ago, Nevi learned that the colossals will wake up soon. Only a few months ago did it learn that its worst friend is still out there. And only a few months ago did Nevi begin to walk a path of further anxiety.

---

At first, Nevi didn’t think anything about it. It didn’t want to think anything about it. It did everything it could to stop thinking about it, from doing its favorite activities to sleeping to talking to anyone, anything at all.

But it didn’t work.

Now, it’s been laying in bed all day, swallowing its fears.

Just pretend you didn’t learn anything, and go on with the rest of your day. Simple as that.

It got up, and went outside.

Don’t think about it. Pretend they don’t exist.

Pretend, and you’ll be happy.

---

A light filled its chest. It wasn’t really that warm though. Maybe it’s because it’s perpetually cold. Well, it was minor enough that Nevi didn’t really care.

What it does care about is finding what lies hidden in the snow.

It’s a favorite hobby of its. Dig, find treasure and eat any delicious looking snow it finds. A really fun time.

Today’s discovery ended in success. It found a light blue crystal, in a hexagonal shape. How interesting!

“Ah, how amazing! It looks just like me, and that makes it even more grander!”

It admired the gem, noting how unusually clear it is. As it holds it, it brought it close to its chest for a moment, and it felt a strong wave of heat.

“Mm-!” It winced, and nearly dropped the crystal. It managed to catch it, though.

Nevi noticed that when it brings the crystal close to its core, a wave of warmth courses through its body ”Too warm…” it mutters to itself. When it brings the crystal away, the wave stops.

“Hmm, how strange… just like myself. Hehe!” It doesn’t think anything of it, and opens a portal to go to its room.

There, it brings out a box under its bed of all the blue gems its collected, and puts its recent find inside.

When it opened the box, however, it felt a very intense heat coursing through its body. It winced and closed the box. It takes a moment to take deep breaths.

“Ugh… what was that? Never happened before to me. So unfair.”

It decided to put the gem it found on its dresser, but decently away from it.

Nevi starts to worry about the light it feels now. It only began recently, when it learned that they’ll soon be awakened. Could it be a sign?

No.

It couldn’t be. It severed all ties to them.

Yeah, it couldn’t be…

---

Today is a boring day. There’s a snowstorm outside. Despite Nevi’s love for inconveniencing people and snow, it did not like it when itself was inconvenienced.

With nothing else to do, it decided to entertain itself with its own thoughts.

First, it thought about Evergreen. ‘I wish Eva is okay… Even though I bother it a lot, I really do care for it. I know it holds of hatred towards its own colossal, so with this… Yeah, I hope it’s okay. It most likely is- after all, it’s much stronger than myself, and it has its two little siblings.’

Then, its mind wandered to Wubbox and Rey. ‘Speaking of those two… what’s their problem? Both of them have accidentally hit me when I failed to scare them. Am I that worthy of being hit by you two?! Ha! I’m a powerful prince, for creator’s sake! You should respect me!’

And like how this usually ends, it thinks about itself. ‘Heh. I’m sooo cool and fearless. I’m the best of this family. Weehehe~’

It grew tired as sleepiness crept upon it. Eventually it fell asleep, and had a strange dream.

…

The dream took place in the past. In the caves, where it used to call home.

There, sitting on the floor, was its younger self. Pink eyes and navy blue electricity, and a tired expression on its face. Even then it was smiling, talking happily to… someone. Nevi watches the conversation.

“You know, when I’m able to control my powers, I’ll give myself big wings,” it said to its invisible partner.

“Oh? And what will you do with them?” they asked, curious.

The voice was familiar. Slightly saddened, quiet and high pitched. An anxiety washes over Nevi.

“I’ll fly out of here. And I’ll bring all my friends- no, everyone. I’ll bring everyone out of here. We’ll start a new life on the surface, no matter how hard it’ll be.”

A voice of determination and hope. Its younger self seemed very happy.

“Hmm… that seems nice. But you should really start paying attention to me, you know… Even if I’m your teacher, I am still your friend, and aren’t friends supposed to listen to each other? You’re not acting fairly…” they responded, seeming sad. They were going to go on about how it payed attention to the other residents of the cave, but it quickly stopped them.

“Okay, I know, Frigil. No need to be so clingy,” it teased.

“I-I’m not clingy!” Frigil defended themself, almost immediately, “I just haven’t had a friend in millenia! Is that so bad for me to wish, Carmen?” They were in a slight panic.

At hearing the names Frigil and Carmen, Nevi felt a sting of pain and sorrow.

“Haha, I was just kidding. I’ll listen to ya. I’ve nothing better to do anyways.”

No. No, no, no. Stop saying that.

“Really? Oh, I’m so happy to hear you say that! We’ll be friends forever!!”

Glass shatters, and it wakes up.

“…”

A sorrowful dream.

---

There’s a forest that surrounds the island where Nevi likes to hang out. It went there for any sembalance of comfort, if something like that even exists anymore.

It was just wandering until it saw a strange person with a black parasol. The epic wubbox began to sneak up on it, in order to surprise them. The more it got close to this person, the more certain traits began to stick out.

Long horns, a wooden body, and green electricity…

“Eva? You’re really okay?!”Nevi called out to its cousin in surprise.

Evergreen turned around at the sight of Nevi. It was then it noticed its appearance. Black leaves, a black rose blocking its left eye, and its right eye being bright yellow instead of the bright blue it once had.

“Hello, Nevi. Have you been well?”

A seemingly innocent question, but something was wrong with it. The way it smiled seemed to have a hint of malice.

Nevi brushed it off, not wanting to panic even more than it already is. “Who… are you? You’re not Eva.”

“That is right, I am not Eva anymore. My name is Eden. But no matter; I have something important to talk to you about,” Eden replied, with a small smile on its face.

“What do you mean ‘anymore’? What happened to you…?” Nevi asked, but it went unanswered. Instead, Eden walked up to its cousin, staring down into its eyes, and put a hand upon its cheek.

Nevi recognized the color of that eye. It was Eden’s colossal’s eye color. A shiver run down its spine. Did they do something to its cousin?

“Do you know how to grow into a better person? I do. You’ll soon learn, too. You will be put on the correct path soon enough,” it spoke calmly, but with an implied excitement. “Just as how our lord Grennitch helped me become the best version of myself, your old mentor Frigil shall do so, too.”

“Don’t talk to me about them. You don’t know anything about them or what they’ve done to me,” Nevi snapped at the mention of Frigil, speaking in a cold and sharp way.

“Oh, but I do. You see, I did a lot of research before coming here. I know how dangerous they are, and I understand how you may feel threatened by them. But, I think they didn’t mean to hurt you. Perhaps they were in a bad mood that day.”

“I’m not going to listen to your nonsense. You don’t know me, you don’t know them and you’ll never will. Leave me alone.”

Nevi began to walk away. It was tired of hearing this stranger in its cousin’s body talk about things it never experienced.

As it walked, it heard Eden saying, “If you say so”, or something similar, but it ignored its cousin. Nevi walked back all the way to its room in the castle.

---

As Nevi laid down in its big fancy bed, it thought about that encounter.

What happened to Eva? Why did it look like that? And its eyes….

“Will that happen to me too?”

A scary thought, but a likely one. It didn’t want to admit that last part though.

At the same time, Nevi did break all contact with Frigil. Maybe it was safe?

“Right, I’ve nothing to fear. I’m safe from that old hag. I’m stronger now!!” Nevi sprang up in triumph, and looked out the window.

… Why is it foggy now?

“Strange weather we’re having, huh…” it commented. “Well, that fake tree’s probably gone, so I’m able to roam around now.”

"Where are you going?”

---

A voice.

A soft, shy voice.

The epic wubbox stopped dead in its tracks.

“Who said that?”

It looked around its room to find the owner of that voice.

“Oh, can you not see me…?” The voice asked politely.

“No… nononono no this can’t be happening. I blocked you out. How are you here? WHY are you here?!”

The room swirled with fog enveloping everything. A white void…

“U-um… oh! I think I know how to get you to see me!”

Something came out of the fog. A large white rabbit with a body that is one with a fog, a chest with blue arms sticking out and two light blue eyes.

“Hi, Ca- oh, your name is Nevi now, right? Hi Nevi!!”

It was Frigil.

---

“It’s been such a long time since we last talked; I’ve missed you so much!!” The colossal said with a smile. “I was so sad when you left me all alone. You know we’re best friends, right? There wasn’t any need for you to cut me off like you did.”

“We’re NOT best friends. You know that,” Nevi managed to say.

“Since when…?”

“Ever since that day, when you showed me that vivid memory of the cataclysm.”

“Oh come on, I’ve told you stories about it over and over, and you still remained sane. Why does seeing it in action make any difference?” Frigil’s head tilted, curiously.

“Because seeing monsters dying infront of you is, I don’t know, TRAUMATIC?!”

The epic wubbox was at its limits, way past its limits. Hearing a word from this spirit’s mouth tests it even more. The fact that they don’t realize how messed up they made it… it was unforgivable in Nevi’s eyes.

“And standing in my presence wasn’t? You know how I’m able to drive people to insanity by a few days of just standing next to me. If you were able to sustain that, then I have no idea how that was your breaking point. So stop saying that. It doesn’t make sense to me.”

Frigil wasn’t understanding, and Nevi wasn’t in the mood of entertaining them.

Never again would a colossal hurt it, or its family.

“Listen, bucko,” Nevi managed to spit out. “I’m not gonna spend any more milliseconds being insulted by you. Your friend already hurt dear Eva, and now you’re trying to hurt me. I won’t fall for this ‘cute, sad’ act shit you’re pulling. Buh-bye!”

As fast as it could, the epic wubbox formed a mental barrier, and their meeting ended.

Immediately, Nevi went to sit on its bed, catching its breath. What was that? Why did that happen? It was doing so well, but…

The light in its core that it forgot about was so bright and hot… it felt like it was melting from the inside.

Its surroundings felt fuzzy, and its vision started to blur.

---

Knock knock knock.

“Hey, Nevi, you okay? I heard yelling.”

Someone with a robotic voice was outside. The voice snapped Nevi out of its daydream (if you can call it that).

“Oh… oh, Rey. I’m fine.”

“I can’t hear you, can you let me in?”

Nevi got up and opened the door. Rey looked worried, and took some steps back.

“I said I’m fine. No need to worry about your prince.”

“You don’t sound all that fine. Oh…”

Rey seemed to be looking at something. “What is it, dear Rey? Is there something with me?”

“Oh, nothing, just… your eyes, they’re…”

Its eyes? “What’s with them…?”

“They’re blue now,” Rey finally got to saying.

That’s a strange thing to say. Nevi went to its dresser and looked in the mirror. Its eyes were indeed blue, with a hexagon for a pupil. Just like Frigil’s.

A moment of brief silence, then Rey tried to speak again.

“Um…”

“You can go now, Rey. I need some alone time.”

Nevi’s voice was hollow.

---

As Rey closed the door, Nevi stood in front of the mirror.

Silence overtakes the room, filling it with a slightly oppressive atmosphere.

Tears start to fall, becoming crystalized as they flutter to the ground. At first it was just a few, but then they poured out like a waterfall. Nevi, sniffling, crouched to the ground and hugged itself.

“All I wanted to do… was to be happy. All I wanted was cool powers. I just wanted that… I didn’t ask for this. Not at all…”

It continued to cry for a little bit longer.

Fog, then a hand on its shoulder, then a sweet voice.

“Nevi… you can talk about this to me, okay?”

The colossal.

“Why would I want to talk to you, Frigil? You ruined my life.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” It seems that Frigil still doesn’t understand the weight of their own actions. Maybe they never will. “I haven’t done anything bad, I don’t think."

“Is this the lesson that I’ll learn from you, just like Eden said? That no matter what I do, I can’t ever have true happiness? That I can’t catch a break?” Nevi was barely speaking coherently, choking on sobs and sniffling a lot.

“Huh? I can’t… understand you,” the colossal said, tilting their head.

“…go away. Get away from me. Now,” the epic wubbox finally brought itself to say.

“U-um… but why…?”

“You know why. You know damn well why. Go away… go away…”

Everything went to dark.

---

There is an epic wubbox laying on the floor of its room.

The epic wubbox used to call itself a prince, with an arrogant sneer. But its not smiling right now.

It has a blank expression, its eyes dull.

Something lifted the epic wubbox up to be sitting upright.

“Nevi…” someone said.

“…”

“Um… Nevi?”

“Carmen.”

“Huh?”

“Frigil, call me Carmen. Because that’s who you liked.”

“Um, alright, Carmen…”

The room was misty and hazy. In Carmen’s point of view, everything was enveloped in a shifting swirl of white, white and more white. The only figure visible was the form of the rabbit-like colossal.

Frigil raised its hands and touched the rabbit ears on Carmen’s head.

“I just noticed these… they’re just like mine! Hehe,” they said with a cute laugh. Carmen didn’t budge, its blue eyes staring into space.

“What should we do today…? Should we learn new magic techniques? Or would you rather go on a walk with me?” Frigil asked. The epic wubbox didn’t answer. “Oh, neither? Then what do you want to do instead?”

It seems this will be Carmen’s life now. Being talked at and treated like a doll. Never getting to say what it wants to say, to think what it wants to think. Because thinking is bad. Because thinking brings pain.

Friends don’t bring eachother pain.

So Carmen never says anything.

And the two could not have been happier.

[omnidemidisaster]

Hey i was wondering if you could do radford x rick and make it fluff/sfw? If not then that's fine :)

My popcorn is bitter

Radford x Rick

Tw/ Depression and suicidal thoughts.

( As always, a mini PSA. If you or someone you love is experiencing thoughts of suicide, I strongly encourage you or that person to get help asap. I know for a fact someone in this wide world wants you to be alive. My dms are always open if you need someone to talk to )

"Check in"

It was another of those late nights. The nights where Rick just lied in bed...awake. Just staring at that white, now very darkish grey looking, ceiling. The bed was comfortable, but no amount of pillows or soft blankets could ever erase his thoughts.

His thoughts? Yeah...thoughts of why am I even here? or should I stay alive if I serve zero purpose?. Those thoughts were consistent, like a weed in a beautiful garden. And no matter how hard Rick tried and tried to get rid of those thoughts...nothing helped.

He sat up...and was considering. Considering everything that came to this point...

Just then...his phone rang. He looked over...Radford was calling him....Eh, why not say goodbye to him, thats what Radford at least deserved.

Rick picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

Rick heard Radford's excited and nerdy voice coming from the other side of the phone.

"Yo! Rick! Sorry if I woke you up this late, but guess what!"

Rick sighed. He felt bad he was gonna leave such a sweet guy behind...at least it'll be the last person and he was okay with that.

"What?"

"I ended up getting and saving enough and...I want you to go to The Rainbow Bullets show with me!"

Huh...he wanted Rick to see some random rock concert with him...But why Rick? Radford has other friends...Like Kevin. Kevin's clearly more worthy.

"No...its fine..."

Rick could somehow hear Radford's pout from the other end.

"But Riiick! I've been wanting you to come with me! I know how much you love them and I wanna spend time with you! Pleeeeaaase?"

...

"Rick?"

Rick realized he was just staring and responded.

"But why me? I don't even have money.."

"Well thats because you keep quitting...But still! I wanna take you! I have enough to take us, don't worry about the money. Just..please, will you go with me? Pleeeaaase?"

Dammit Radford...he sounded just like his brother.

Rick gave it some thought...fine.

"Oh alright. I'll go with you. Just let me drive for us, its the least I can do"

Rick heard Radford's very hushed "yesss!", which did make him smile a bit.

"Cool! I'll meet you after my shift, okay?"

"Kay"

"Alright. I'll go so you can sleep. Goodnight Rick! I love you!"

Before Rick responded, Radford had already hung up.

That left Rick just staring at his phone screen. Radford...dammit Radford. Why did Radford even say he loved Rick? Surely, surely that was accidental. No one loved Rick...

His phone buzzed again with a text from Radford. It was the directions to the place where this concert would take place, plus an extra message.

Radford ☆: Oh yeah. I'm sorry about the whole love you thing

Radford ☆: But I mean it! >:D

Radford ☆: I LOVE YOU DUDE!!! <33

Radford ☆: Alright alright you gotta sleep. How else are you gonna get energy to party tomorrow?!

Radford ☆: alright. Goodnight! I love you! Don't you forget that! >:))). Okay love you!!!

Rick: love you too

Rick put down his phone. Every and all thoughts of considering just fizzled out. Fine...he can spend one day with Radford at some concert.

He rolled back into bed and got under the covers. It seemed that that bed was much more comfortable this time around.

Instead of thoughts of a life without him, now it was just what to wear to that concert...and how the hell did Radford make him feel...whatever the hell he was feeling.

Whatever...he'll see Radford tomorrow and that was all that was important right now. And for the first time in a while, Rick went to sleep without those backstabbing thoughts in his head.

[knight-already]

Here’s a thought:

Young bby boy Severus  being age eight or nine  hiding in a bush watching the Evan sisters play, particularly interested lily who is using magic.... described to look at lily 'hungrily' or with 'undisguised greed' on his face.

How long had he watched the other children in his town play without joining in... or being allowed to join in?

I know a lot of ppl like to bag on one scene in the snape household and say Tobias is abusive tool -- which fair. But -- if we look into this scene a bit closer.

Severus was only interested in Lily because she had magic. 

He lived in spinster end his whole life.

He claimed his father hated magic, so I doubt Severus had many chances to go to the wizarding world no magic in their house hold since  his mother most likely never told his father that she was magic and I'm sure it was a nasty surprise when Severus started doing accidental magic and she couldn't cover for him anymore.

Most likely what that fight we saw in Severus’ memories was about -- Eileen lied to him and had a child with him.

I mean -- That has something weird about it right? 

From lily we learn calling someone a ‘witch’ is a bad thing  so no doubt Tobias was upset that his son was magic from then his trust and their marriage probably went down the drain.

With the cat out of the bag -- Eileen starts telling severus stories of his magical heritage.

I see this two ways:

1.Severus was warned in fear of being outed in a muggle town for having magic was warned to not play with children who didn't have magic then he finds lily. [But I don think this was the case the kids don't act like its some big frightening secret.]

2. She had him believe that he was special among the muggles and fills his head with muggle prejudice that I'm sure found its was to Tobias, he tells her to cool it. But she had already filled Severs head with an [us] and [them] mentality. Maybe he was told muggles are below him, that he should not play with them --

Maybe Tobias and her would argue about this, the neighbors where side eyeing them as is and now Severus couldn’t even play with the others. Ad in Severus’s agility to say the most rude wrong thing [that he didn't mean it just came across that way -- as he parroted back what his mum told him]

 but there was little Tobias could do when he worked all day. 

When Severus heard these talks he would reason that his father as wrong, that he didn't see that he was better than others like his mother said. that there was an easy solution for all this and that was for him to just find a magical child he could play with

His mother said muggleborns did exist so he watched for a long time until he found one:

enter {LILY} 

 But he had no social skills apart from talking to his mother and father, he planned and planned how to talk to her and he just couldn't wait to finally have a friend that met the Criteria so he  'hungrily' with 'undisguised greed' on his face observed her. 

Severus was probably so sad when she wasn't impressed by him, I’m sure he  was isolated by the other children in the town because of his behavior towards them refusing to play. I could imagine, that Severus was so happy they were finally headed off to Hogwarts he thought that meant he would meet people who were finally worthy of him -- a place for only magical children -- and endless option of friends.

Only for him to be rejected.

Because the whole glue for his and lily’s friendship was his knowledge on Magic he didn't really have anything to work with outside of that especially since all the children where learning with him. Maybe he worked so hard in school was so he had something to:

 1. occupy his time -- he genuinely liked to study 

2. he was used by his peers to do their assignments and cheat off of.

 Which he was fine with since he didn't know how else relate to his peers.

Of course there is also the fact that he was getting bullied by James and co. and was a slytherin and that added to his isolation.

Poor thing had a losing hand no matter what he did,

[alsgrid]

On why conservatives don't get to have their wish fulfillment media

I've been thinking a lot lately about why online discourse around any kind of media is so incendiary these days. Why is there so much outrage about every single new thing that comes out? Don't get me wrong, it's always been this way to an extent but it really seems to have gone into overdrive lately. And the focal point of it all, at least for the past few weeks, seems to be Barbie. Why is a movie about a doll for little girls making so many adult men upset? Well, there's many reasons(a lot of them very stupid in nature) but to put it bluntly, it's because a lot of people are upset that it doesn't pander to them. More importantly, they are upset that it panders to someone else. As do most movies. Somewhere along the way, the English-language media landscape has shifted to completely exclude things a certain demographic wants to see.

Of course, much of it can be explained by things like demographic shifts and society as a whole changing over time. But not all of it. In the last few decades, it seems like we've completely changed our approach to how we consume and interpret media. Instead of taking its themes and messages on their own terms, we look at how they apply to and influence the real world. Instead of shutting up and enjoying the ride, we critique the morals of what is presented, and how they reflect on whoever made it. Which completely shuts down a lot of violent wish fulfillment media. Most specifically, the kind that conservatives enjoy. And I get it, I do. When they say that people these days no longer understand that "it's just a movie", they're not exactly wrong. But what they don't understand is that it's their own fault.

Let's take a look at Dirty Harry. In many ways, Clint Eastwood's character is the archetypal conservative action hero. Rude, ruthless, emotionally dulled, and willing to break any rules as long as it gets results. But does it? In the real world, it doesn't. But of course, movies aren't real. Dirty Harry succeeds because the script wants him to. He is in the right because the entire plot is a puzzle engineered for precisely such a character to slot right into it. And the people making it understood this. The movie's director, Don Siegel, whose views were diametrically opposed to the character's, didn't want to make a piece of social commentary. He wanted to make a cool action movie. Even Clint Eastwood, famously conservative, called it escapist wish fulfillment. Their expectations were simple, audiences were transported into a world were things worked differently, enjoyed their time, and went back to the real world. But that's not what happened. The audience broke the social contract. They never left the fantasy world behind. Hell, they could barely distinguish reality from fiction. Andrew Robinson got death threats aimed at the character he played, a fictional serial killer which never existed. And an entire generation of Americans grew up thinking that Dirty Harry was a character worthy of being emulated in the real world. And that's just one example. When Martin Scorsese made Taxi Driver, he probably knew some people were going to misunderstand his movie. I doubt he knew someone was going to misunderstand it so hard that they would go shoot the president so Jodie Foster will fall in love with them.

Over and over again, filmmakers, writers, even musicians had to relearn the same lesson: people have a hard time distinguishing fiction from reality. And the more conservative they are, the truer it is. So now most of us understand, creators carry a moral responsibility for the content of their work, and most audiences are willing to hold them responsible for that. So, if you are a conservative, please remember. Next time you insist that "it's just a movie", or "it's just a joke", it's not that we don't understand that. It's that you don't.

[hatgame]

Spare some Mu thoughts?

oh my god she deserved so much better. she had little to no screen time, the finale treated her weird as hell and the mafia invasion was never addressed in any way at all. and then shes completely absent from the dlcs and only appears as stickers. i guess we got the hero storybook which was great but theres still so much that went wrong.

after the finale with time rolled back i believe everyone but the undead completely forgot about the lava palace thing. in this way, she is as safe as she used to be in mafia town, only really being an annoyance not worthy of real prosecution. i think being faced with the prospect of all of the bad guys disappearing she starts reaching out more, maybe not quite asking for help but shes getting there... she comes clean to cooking cat about time being rewinded and she remembers the thing and apologizes for getting heated in the moment and joining the mob in telling her to get lost. they become friends and mu gains a person she can trust. they remain close in the future.

while i doubt conductor would give her much time or concern during the day/movie work hours, i do headcanon he cools down SIGNIFICANTLY at night. like the desert, with its harsh temperature changes. if he noticed mu riding alone hed be sure to provide hot tea and a blanket, going as far as to ignore shes riding without a ticket. i imagine if mu is willing to listen, hed be willing to talk. i could see her drift to sleep like that.

im not entirely sure what her dynamic would be with dj grooves. he is kind but struggles with being distant. i imagine this sort of seemingly performative politeness would act as a nice safety pillow for mu and her brash nature. because hes not likely to perform anger.

mu and snatcher both lost their homes to a specific persons actions and have the potential to see that in each other. i dont think snatcher would hold the finale against mu at all, to her disbelief - it turned out well in the end, and shes still a kid. while i dont see snatcher becoming a full time guardian for her they do have a forest full of forgotten or otherwise lost children, and mu fits the definition very well. he wouldnt mind providing support. shed cuss the hell out of him though. shed call him a maidenless undergrad. shed tell him to shut up on the account of being a violinist. he wouldnt even fight back or establish dominance hed think its great shes confident enough to pull shit like this. but externally he just looks at her like a bug someone stepped on. she hits and bites for fun. etc

the nomads are very welcoming and would definitely allow her to stay in a settlement for however long shed want to :) !

idk abt the dlcs sorry its laaaateeeeeeeeeeee check in later if you want to

[chaosandthe-deadblog]

hello hi i have not been alive for too long but here's my undefinitive guide on how to live and not feel miserable in the process by someone way too young to tell you how to do it, okay? okay (aka collection of advice i've been given that i want to share)

take all this with a grain of salt. i might wake up and think totally different tomorrow

love isn't what makes us human. however, i do think creating is. draw poorly. write shitty poetry. knit horrible sweaters. you have been tricked into thinking your creations are only worthy if they are good but that is a lie. make art.

you've heard of this before but quit the suicide jokes. a well timed "im going to kill myself" is funny from time to time, but your brain internalizes that stuff.

even if you don't have any close friends hang out with people. we're social creatures and we're meant to socialize (i know, it sucks.) but like i hate to admit it but i started having a better time in class after i stopped worrying whether people liked me or not and just started talking to them

things are meant to be used! candles are meant to be burned! clothes are meant to be worn! don't wait for that special time if you really want to use something. overdress light that scented candle use the fancy dishes when you're eating pizza drink out of wine glasses

not to sound like your grandpa but get off your phone. (im yet to fully master this one) im serious. i went on a walk the other day (i never do that) and i maybe looked at my phone twice. sometimes you ARE too much time on that damn phone and i swear to god today i made a commitment to try not to look at my social media feeds too much and i was in a good mood all day

the nicest thing you can do for someone in my opinion is give them food

be nice to strangers, also. i personally am planning on drawing portraits for people on the street and gifting them to them. my little way of putting joy into the world :)

never ever ever EVER apologize for being passionate about something. bitter people will tell you its embarassing but its a trap. love is never embarassing. be annoying about your interests

this one is a little weird i think. i keep a journal. every day i try to write at least One Nice Thing about my day. just one. it can be as small as "i saw a nice tree today" but it makes me realize no time is wasted even if i technically did nothing all day, i still lived to see a cool tree. which brings me to my next point

productivity is a capitalist invention. seriously. we don't live to produce. this is just to say you are not alive to be productive. i don't recommend scrolling endlessly and mindlessly either. just, i don't know, it's okay to not be productive all the time

when you feel lost you will always have music and movies and shows

sometimes all you can do in the face of grief is fold a shirt. watch a movie. go to sleep and wake up the next day.

we should all be at least a TINY BIT cringy about something

[anna-neko]

organizing some files, thinking about International Lolita Day and just... fell down a bit of a rabbit hole which then turned into an existential crisis....

mah dudes, it's one thing when joke "have DVDs older than you" but ... but... but... have a Gothic Lolita burando piece that isn't just "older than you been into this fashion" (not condescending, plz keep at it!), *rubs bridge of nose* this was not an EGL Comm Sales nor LaceMarket "vintage"/second-hand buy THIS WAS BOUGHT BRAND-NEW AT ORIGINAL RELEASE (in dark ages when buying direct-from-Japan needed either u knowing this One Girl on LJ who was going on a trip, or jumping 20hoops for a shopping service! (which was just another lady living in Japan at the time) and hoping they'd spot the piece u wanted) This specific brand, bless, deemed us worthy of international shipping BUT ANYWAY rambles are boring, lets look at pretty pictures instead shall we

Meta calls this piece simply "Gingham Check Tiered Skirt" (ギンガムチェックティアードスカート) seasonal collections or pieces getting fancy names that are sometimes absolutely random girl names or bad engrish translation is a fairly new phenomenon, sometimes a literal description is best

✧ 2005 did u think I was kidding about its age was gifted this lovely skirt, and literally just ... pulled whatever was black/white to wear it out immediately! Hilariously, getting the big butt-bow tied was A Challenge: he couldn't do it because boys can't bows, I couldn't because can't see what doing behind me, his mom couldn't help because she didn't raise girls so out of bows-tying practice....

✦ 2006 - Disney trip, of course brought it We did Lilo and Stitch breakfast and Every. Single. Time. Stitch passed me, he'd tug on the skirt's bow *taps hairbow* made it myself to go with the skirt! (using the very proper GosuLoli Sewing patterns mook no less!) and every couple years a friend send me his FB memories snap he took of me with Princess Jasmine in this, and we both cry over the date

an otaku pilgrimage stop on drive back

✷ 2007 ya hear of burando~whores? Well have we got a treat then a full Meta coord: blouse, skirt and headdress!

something something pale vampire

♡ 2008 One Braincell, Much Frills

very smart ladies freezing in the New England snows, send help. Also, as can clearly see, now with a matching gingham headdress (still Metamorphose, this "brand wh0re" business ain't a joke)

and then went on a trip to London and you freakin bet this was packed along! fondest memory was absolutely fangirling over a life-sized DALEK statue in a bookshop, and someone came up to tell me, "your outfit's brilliant"

♪ 2009 how cool are my loli~friends? We dressed up to go play RockBand and mofo at-home DDR! all you kids with your TikToks and ...and... Zooms.... u will never be this cool

Fun fact: that headdress from before? The tiny bows were detachable! So could use them as separate hairclips for other looks

♫ 2010 - do not think anyone comprehends just how FULL this skirt is! It's 3 gathered tiers, and that bottom one is freakin miles of fabric. Plus the waist ties, and full lining with tulle sewn in

♠ 2011 are you tired of this nonsense yet? 'cause it keeps a~goin!

♢2014 oooh bit of a skip! did own a lot of other pretty dresses, skirt was packed away for a bit fun fact: am actually freezing in NYC winter outdoors.... we went to see a play staring Sir Ian McKellen & Sir Patrick Stewart!!

and finally 2022, on the most freakin FREEZING negative-degrees day in January we went out for honeytoast and I was like .. ya know what... oldskool coord!

is my skirt old enough to drive? ... yes... yes it is.... As always, hope everyone enjoyed and for the love of Mana, don't do the math... OMFG plz don't even try to math this one out

Not writing up coord break-down, other "brands" featured are in no particular order: Fan+Friend, Baby the Stars Shine Bright, rando shit from HotTopic and Kohls (or as the kids say "off brand"), LipService, Bodyline, Secret Shop, Innocent World, AnnaHouse and a bunch of cute Etsy jewelry bits

[mercuryferns]

Not to “vent” on main, but i want to speak about pride and autism for a bit

I’m currently in a weird place in my life where im trying to accept many aspects of my identity that i considered ugly for a long long time. one of those being my autism, which i was diagnosed with a little earlier on this year. having that diagnosis fundamentally changed how i viewed myself in ways i struggle to describe to you. i had a brief phase where in desperation to dissociate myself from the stigmatized perception of autistic people that had unconsciously polluted my brain, i swore to use terms like “aspie” and “high functioning” “level one” as if allistic society seeing me as not human but in a slightly more appealing way (that being that instead of being seen as a four year old incapable of original thought i would be a weird carbon copy of albert einstein destined to cure cancer) would somehow make my life easier.

it doesnt, all it does is reinforce the same pseudo scientific eugenic hierarchy of what a clever worthy person is and what a broken unintelligible undeserving one is. realizing that was tough, because i grew up coping with my autistic traits by being whatever people wanted. i was like cheap air dried clay where the more i tried to mould myself into something i wasnt the more i started to crack, smooth over it meticulously with spit and desperation. im still in this spot of fragmented identity, in a liminal space between what i always wished i could be and the disappointing reality of what i actually am.

is it disappointing? is it only disappointing because i’m who i was taught was wrong?

i got what is known as an “unofficial” diagnosis. in other words, we went to a psychiatrist, did an evaluation, and was told hey yeah you’re right. this was because my mother wanted me to be diagnosed with asbergers, which is no longer recognized. i know she meant well. she didnt want me to feel like i was carrying a label too heavy for me. but theres a major part of me - especially after finding out exactly why the label “asbergers” exists - which is in violent opposition to it.

and. upon finding validation in the online autistic community i discovered just how unfounded my shame is. Being autistic is beautiful in so many ways. it makes me so sad that i would ever dismiss it as a part of me. I dont know how i managed to evade diagnosis for so long.

(when i look back on my childhood, i find it riddled with memories of rooms with yoga balls and swings; middle aged ladies with pixie cuts and the same lipstick spending hours trying to teach me how to write the letter C; pulled out of class “where am i going?“ “i think you need to calm down” “i am calm”; my father eyeing my ankles and calling “flat feet” as a reminder to let my heels touch the cold grainy tiles of our stoep, drawing faces on my erasers and sobbing for days when a girl threw penelope in the bin of the afrikaans class; reciting “just think about something else just think about something else just think about something else just-“ while attempting to get myself to eat egg and toast that was too toasted and anything with more than two identifiable textures; seeing someone in my spot in my spot in my spot in my spot in my spot thats my spot thats my spot thats my spot feeling something boil in my stomach; what are you doing i dont like it i dont understand are friends supposed to do this to me?)

Yeah. I have to study for my history exam now. But the point is that im autistic. And thats not only okay thats fucking awesome. Its a huge part of my life and if your idea of normal is what has caused me so much pain and dissociation throughout the years then deal with it when i actually embrace my own brain.

allistics who are cool, this is not intended to shit on you. just some thoughts ive had lately.

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At this point if you white folks keep dressing up in blackface you might as well take your whipping and the foot in your butthole because I’m super done talking. Get your whipping you disobedient cracker you

Spooky Soup Cookies: A Ghastly Gallery Of Ghoulish Celebrities And Politicians Who Dressed Up In Blackface

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Welp, it’s that time of year again. While most people are dressing up and going to Halloween parties to have fun, we’re sitting here waiting to see which ignorant, tone-deaf, non-room-reading white person will don Blackface for clout points and feel the 280-character backlash.

This train is never late and the tradition of mocking Black skin is something that a great many elite whites have practiced over the years. The list is long but we took the liberty to point of some of the “standouts” if you will.

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Late-night host Jimmy Kimmel had a longstanding sketch where he performed as ex-NBA baller Karl Malone.

Apparently, people like *peers through spectacles* @clockdiesel think this type of thing is pure comedy…

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Speaking of Jimmy, the other Jimmy, Fallon, was also a big fan of painting his face to mock melanated skin. He once performed a Chris Rock impression on Regis Philbin’s show in full Blackface complete with racist jokes. Jamie Foxx ain’t trippin’ tho. #NeverForget

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But its not just actors and comedians who have enjoyed the white privilege of consequence-free Black skin, Canada’s gun-banning Prime Minister Justin Trudeau once painted his skin to appear ethnic while wearing an “Arabian Nights” “costume” at the big age of 29-years-old. Hard to believe he didn’t know better…

Again, certain people see this as hilarious. We’re not laughing…

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We also have wince-worthy woke white Joh Behar from The View who outed herself as a proud Blackface participant saying, “It was a Halloween party. I went as a beautiful African woman,” she told her cohosts. “That’s my hair… I had makeup that was a little bit darker than my skin.”

We’d be remiss if we left someone as A-list as Howard Stern off the list. He was outed during an ironic case of white-on-white crime AND the pot calling the kettle black at the same damn time!

Cool, Donnie Jr., now do yourself, we have no doubt whatsoever that there are photos of you somewhere in blackface or using the n-word to degrade Black people. It’s practically part of your DNA.

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In lesser known political circles, Florida Secretary of State Michael Ertel resign from office back in 2019 after he was outed for dressing up like a “Hurricane Katrina victim” in Blackface. Which is doubly interesting because it is an acknowledgement that the Hurricane affected Black people the most as did the subsequent lack of aid and resources.

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Multi-hyphenate do-nothing socialite jawn Gigi Hadid took heavy fire after appearing on the cover of VOGUE Italia looking…not like this above photo in the slightest…

Stop it, 5.

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Back in the 60s when Ivey was in college, she admittedly wore blackface to act in a skit. According to INSIDER: “I fully acknowledge — with genuine remorse — my participation in a skit like that back when I was a senior in college,” she said.

Sure, Jan.

The list goes on and on and on and we suspect that by the end of this spooky day, there will be more names to add to list.

Happy Halloween.