#my reponse

[factual-fantasy]

Is there gonna be any angst involving the other Pokemon besides V and Grim?

Yes! :))) ..Well, sort of-

(You can find another sneak peek sketch of this future comic here!)

[thebibliosphere]

I've talked about this before, but emotional dysregulation is such a mother fucker aspect of ADHD.

Like, sure, not being able to regulate my attention sucks, but it's genuinely fucking nothing compared to the absolute rollercoaster of emotions I just went on because someone said something in a shitty tone, and now I'm having to actively walk myself through DBT methods lest my idiot shit for brains 'shiny-can't-sit-still-disorder' drop the match on that particular bridge because the rejection sensitive dysphoria feels like my chest is burning and not being able to act on the hurt feels like I'm suffocating under the weight of emotions pushing down on me and lashing out in anger is quicker than taking the time to self soothe.

And the annoying fucking thing is I know it's me.

I've done enough therapy to know my emotional response to their shittiness is overblown and dysregulated. I know I'm taking it to heart more than they could ever imagine.

And I've got to fucking sit with that and process it because if I don't, I'll be the inconsiderate cunt in this interaction and hhnnggg--wailing, gnashing, biting my thumb at you in the marketplace, etc, etc.

[pandoraroid]

milo: there wasn't any signal inside the church so i couldn't receive your calls and texts.

asher: the holy spirit was interfering.

[pauls1967moustache]

I want to know your top 5 Paul looks and why 🧐

i feel like all of my answers are pretty obvious for anyone who's followed me for long enough, but here you go:

5. mad day out pink suit

why? a) i want to fuck him. b) he looks good in pink, and i like the gold waiscoat underneath.

4. her, always

why? well, you see, i want to fuck him. the contrast of the fluffy fur and his skinny little legs just does something to my brain chemistry. ridiculously babygirl. atrociously babygirl. people should've been calling him more slurs.

3. milf glasses

why? i need to fuck him. i dunno what it is about these glasses man, but i need his dick in my mouth soooooooooo badly.

2. florida twink, duh

why? he's begging to be fucked (why are those bottom buttons never done up???). and i? want to fuck him, also.

1. our world outfit(s) and all components thereof

why? this is the best he's ever looked in his life. TO ME. both outfits he wore for this event are 😚👌. and every time he wore any part of this since is also 😚👌. like. the slimfit snatched waist bend me over omega style blazer:

his cocaine mania middle of the night doodled shirt, so beautiful it drove john to madness in india, or something:

i gotta fuck him!!!!!!!!!

[eros-vigilante]

some of you (including queer people yes.) really don't understand that hating furries was and is just as much a part of the reactionary movement as women and poc and queer people in gamergate. fursuits are cosplay. fursonas are original character designs. you just want an "other" group thats acceptable to make fun of for being "weird" so you can pretend that by you being less weird you're safer. real one-of-the-good-ones play to ignore (or pretend to) how many furries are queer. also speaks to how damn easy it is for you people to be convinced that a trans woman is evil for having "weird" kinks. mind your own business maybe

[psychopomparia]

based on a recent convo I had

Trial going in favor of Themis Law Firm Rosa: "Wow, I'm cooking"

Artem: "I do not see any ingredients at the moment. What food are you making?"

Rosa: "No, Mr. Wing. That's not what I meant."

or alternatively

Rosa: "Mr. Wing, you're cooking!"

Artem: "No, I'm just doing my best in this trial. Perhaps when it wraps up, I could cook something for you."

Rosa: "Mr. Wing, that's not what I-...sure, thank you."

[spitinsideme]

Okay okay so I know I mostly run a train blog but AUGHHH you draw Ragatha so good it is just

Too good to put into words because SHE

I am a big fan of your ragapom stuff! I actually wrote one of the first fanfics about them on Ao3! It's called "Ticking"

And I really love the relationship you give them its so juicy and yummy and oughhhh I love these gals

WOOO GOT AN AO3 AUTHOE WHO LIKES MU ARR !!! HELLO !!! IM GLAD YOU ENJLY THE WAY O DRAW RAGATHA I DO MY BEST !!!!! i love drawing her .. shes literalally so hot .. and bwaitofil .. and amaizng ... truly the best woman AND I THINK K READ THAT FANFIC ?? i dont remebe rive read rvery ragapom fanfic that wasnt angsty so i probably have ... all ragapon fanfics i have read werw amazing, so im sure what you wrote was absolutely delightful and i was gigfling and kicking my feet becayse ragapoam fanfics are beautoful and we are unfortunately running low on them 💔💔 not enoigh lately .. someone needs to change that ...

BUT IM GLAD YOU LIKE THE RELATIONSHIP I GIVE TJEM !!!! i think i make pomni way too loser but it seems that peoole enjoy it so i keep on doing it and i am happy that uou like them !!! i do my best ❤️❤️👍

[skunkes]

the [zelda game] has harmed m[y vocabulary] once more

[gendervapor14]

i’m so jealous of people who can write or create before or after a work shift… i don’t understand how you do it. on a day i work, i wake up. eat. dress. go to work. come home. eat. shower. and then immediately pass out. where do you find the time and energy for this

[moonchildstyles]

ik all of your harrys are so into eye contact but I think older h is REALLY into it 🤭 when he's fingering pretty girl making her feel sooooo good bc he's right on her g spot he's still right up close to her face looking in her eyes 🤭 he likes to see how her face changes when he hits the right spot and when she's about to cum 🤭 when she closes her eyes bc it's too much he's all "ah ah, need to look at me or I'll stop, and we wouldn't want that would we? not when you're sooo close" and he says that all pouty 🤭 a little mocking and mean 🤭 she opens her eyes to look at him again and he's praising her telling her she's such a good girl for him and that he'll make her cum so hard if she keeps her eyes on him 🤭🤕

NOOOOOO NOT HIM GETTING CLOSE TO HER FACE AND THE SOFT MOCKING U ARE SO EVIL FOR THAT AND YOU KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!

[improvised-finish]

sign - for the single word drabble prompt!

(This kinda got away from me a bit! I'd had some thoughts in a lore dump document about how civilian Lehon'a realized she was trans, and I wanted to get into the details a bit more, and... 1000+ words later, here we are.)

There was no mistaking this feeling. This was where Lehon’a was supposed to be.

The group of performers he traveled with had made it as far as the Observatorium in central Coerthas before it became too much to ignore. He’d implored the director for a bit of time away. 

I have to go. I don’t know I can explain why, but I need to go.

Next performance is in two days. Be at the Gates before then.

Okay. I will.

He’d taken off into the snow right after, determined to not waste a second of that time. 

—

As the sun set on the second day, he feared even every second might not have been enough.

Checking the very crude map he’d hastily copied down two nights prior, it looked like he’d been just about everywhere, save for one far off corner: Providence Point. 

He’d been avoiding it for a reason: the stories he’d heard of the cruelty perpetrated at Witchdrop just gave him the creeps, and even just passing by a place like that was not something he wanted to do, if he could help it.

Unfortunately for him, it looked like he no longer could help it. 

—

He’d grabbed a bit of lantern fuel and a small ration bar from a merchant in Camp Dragonhead, hopefully just enough to get up to the Steel Vigil and back before it got too late. With a lantern raised, he ventured out once more into the wilds of Coerthas, determined to find where this feeling came from.

—

As he trudged past the gaping maw of the canyon he’d hoped to avoid, a chill came over him, cutting through the layers of furs keeping him insulated against the cold. On any other occasion, this alone would’ve turned him back to camp, but this burning desire overrode his baser fears. He quickly said an old miqo’te prayer for the dead under his breath, and continued up the slope.

—

The crumbled spires of the Steel Vigil slowly emerged from the night as he approached, serving as a fork in the path. To the east, a large cave stretched out behind what appeared to be the frozen remnants of a waterfall; the oversized icicles above its entrance gleamed in the moonlight. But to the west, something else had caught his eye: the light of Ishgard itself. He turned to hike the rest of the way up the ridge, the full height of the city coming into view as he reached the crest.

Lehon’a stopped to take it all in, a pang of sadness hitting him as he realized that the city was where he was likely to be tomorrow, without any of the answers he sought. As he readied himself to head back to camp, a glimmer of light from something else caught his eye. It was one of the cairns; the largest one that sat between two smaller ones. He approached, and as he drew closer, he realized it was the light of the moon reflecting off something carved into the middle stone. 

It was the mark of Menphina. 

Of course. Of course it would be Her.

Lehon’a slowly dropped to a knee out of respect, trying to recall any of the prayers his mother used to say. He could recall fragments, bits and pieces, but nothing complete. In lieu of anything better, he decided it was best to be honest.

“What am I- Why am I here? What is this feeling? I… I’m grateful for your protection, but I’m… confused,” Lehon’a said to the empty air, eyes closed and head bowed.

He sat in silence for a moment, feeling a bit foolish for expecting anything to happen. Just as those doubts began to creep in, he heard a voice.

“Oh, my love, you’re here at last.” 

Lehon’a’s eyes flew open and he immediately whipped his head around, trying to locate the source of the voice in the dark. There was nothing there to greet his vision, however, save for the moonlight on the snow, which seemed to glow a little brighter.

“Daughters like you are hardest to reach, but you heeded my signs well, and for that I am grateful.”

Lehon’a felt that word cut straight to his core. Daughter. It cut through all of the walls he’d put up, all the excuses and rationalizations he’d built around himself, and hit something he didn’t know was there. It seemed only natural that he lashed out in response. “Daughters like me? Look, I think there’s been some kind of mix-up, ‘cause if you hadn’t noticed, I’m not a girl, much less a Daughter,” Lehon’a replied, trying to sound as matter-of-fact as possible. Even if I wish I were.

“Oh, is that really the truth? Be honest with yourself, Lehon’a.”

“It’s… the truth I’ve lived with all my life, so does it matter?” Lehon’a had intended for it to sound snide, but it ended up a genuine question, subconsciously pleading for any sort of affirmation that would break down his defenses. 

“I can see into your heart, and to me, that is what matters most. Your heart says you’re a Daughter of the Moon, and so you shall be, my darling.

The final wall had come crumbling down. Lehon’a looked up to the moon in the sky, tears filling her eyes.

“Should you ever fear the dark of night, find solace in the moon’s light, and know I watch over you. Farewell, my love. You’ll be in my heart always.”

Lehon’a fell back into the snow, sobbing. It felt like a dam that had held for years within her had burst open, and all the emotion came rushing out at once. Of all the things for this to be, of all the things for Her to say, this truly was what she needed the most.

She spent a long time gazing into the night sky, just trying to organize her thoughts. What will my mother think? What do I do about this? Is there anyone I can even tell about this? All questions that would need answers, but not right here, not right now.

Some minutes later, Lehon’a pulled herself up from the snow and grabbed her pack from where it had fallen. She knelt in front of the mark of Menphina for a moment and offered her quiet gratitude. “Thank you. For everything.”

She had knelt as a son, and risen as a Daughter.

[scullysexual]

how are you not bored of the x files yet

I'm just not? Idk how to explain it. I think the server and how active it is helps and the fact that fandom isn't dead (it's quieter than it was when i first joined) and there's new fic and new other stuff being posted so that keeps me interested I guess. Also I just haven't watched much of anything else in the past 5 years, nothing that's sucked me into a fandom anyway, I think if I had I'd have probably left a long time ago but again there's the server and at this point the friendships we have go beyond the show and I'd say they are real genuine (hopefully) lifelong friendships.

it's also important to note that im not as active in the fandom as much as i used to be. i post some fic yeah and i have my guess the ep game going on but i don't feel as fully submerged as i did 5 years ago. i also don't really watch the show that much, outside of the rewatches on the server, i haven't done a solo rewatch from start to finish since the first time i ever watched it so do what you want with that.

i think mostly tho it probably as something to do with finding the show in my 20s. i think i read somewhere that most long term connections are formed in your 20s and i guess that extends to the shows you watch as well. if id found the show and joined when i was the age i was when i watched and joined ouat then i probably wouldn't have stuck around for so long because i didn't stay in the ouat fandom for long, even if i did still have the server.

[badsalmonella]

@hopecel Thank you Pablo for giving me this clip

[jrwi-transgender-swag]

i love how many responses im getting where the reasoning is just "just look at them,,," because honestly, slay

[crinkle-eyed-boo]

Fic by Numbers

Tagged by my love @disgruntledkittenface ILYSM <3

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

Fic with the most hits: Mine Would Be You There's not much I can say about this one that I haven't said before. You always want a fic to do well when you hit publish but the response has been a dream come true. I feel very lucky and very grateful everyday.

Fic with the second most kudos: Own the Scars My first and most special baby. The reason the rest of my fics even exist. She's just under that 2500 kudos mark, which IDK why that number feels like a milestone, but it does.

Fic with the third most comments: There's Such a Lot of World to See My Doctor Who AU def feels like my most self indulgent fic. I adore this one with every fiber of my being and I get SO EXCITED when other people love it too.

Fic with the fourth most bookmarks: Let Our Hearts Collide (it beat TSALOWTS by THREE!) This is the one that I selfishly wish had caught on more with the fandom at the time. This is probably my favorite Harry I've ever written, and I really loved going deeper into places where the movie's screenplay would skim over.

Fic with the fifth most words: Taking out translations and collabs it's You'll Be Stunning, Baby, I'll Be Stunned. My fluffy smutty time stamp to Own the Scars which often gets overlooked which will always mystify me a bit. The scene where Harry literally uses Louis' body to study for a quiz is one of my all time faves.

Fic with the fewest words: You Keep Me Warm. A sweet little check-in with OTS Harry and Louis during Louis' first Boston winter. Tons of scenes like this one live in my head rent free.

Pretty sure most people have done this or have been tagged already but will tag @nouies @alwaysxlarrie @uhoh-but-yeah-alright and @neondiamond

[sailorblossoms]

That part when Lamb leans in to whisper in Baz's ear (to say there's an intruder), but from Simon's POV he had already misread a previous situation, thinking he has witnessed them "almost kissing" so he's really like "Hell no" [breaks a chair] "not again" before attempting to end a man's life