#probably not coherent

[pillowenvelopchair]

Jiang Cheng makes me so sick. What do you mean his entire home was burnt down to the ground. What do you mean he had to rebuild it piece by piece with his own hands because his parents died to save him and his brother. What do you mean he had to watch as his whole family died one by one. What do you mean he had to raise his nephew alone while also juggling trauma and a whole sect to run. What do you mean he has haters who will absolutely ruin his character and write him up as someone who is JUST angry and hateful to Wei Wuxian and everyone who’s just unfortunate enough to be at the receiving end of it

[void-of-feelings]

I'm tired.

I feel like I'm dreaming. Everything feels real and fake at the same time.

I can't believe I'm alive right now. That I'm here right now and not in my dark room with my tablet.

Everytime I close my eyes all I can think about is my childhood.

The good

And the bad

I hate loving my parents.

They do not deserve my love.

Yet I love them.

Why are they good now?

Why did they mess up while growing up?

Why is everything so different?

Why can't you just be consistent!?

Are you good?

Bad?

I can't tell.

I hate not being able to tell

[cosmicraelum]

I rewatched perfect blue recently

[ewwww-what]

Things are looking rough for the bisexuals of hatchetfield these days :/

[panstarry]

my final from last semester that i made into a zine. cooked this one up in a couple hours before the critique (the ink was still wet!), so it's very raw and kind of sloppy but the sentiment is there. i love you trans people of color. we are the backbone of this community 🌟

[flowersforthemachines]

|| Companion skill animations (+ bonus Rook)

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Yes im thinking about Sonic being the source of most of Tails issues. Not on purpose but just because of who he inescapably is. Yes im thinking about Sonic being so dedicated to making sure Tails never has to worry over him or feel afraid that he won't bounce back being so focused on smiling through everything and anything that he becomes unreachable. Yes im thinking about Tails needing so desperately to be self sufficent because he knows Sonic wants to adventure to run headfirst into danger and Tails needs to be capable and smart so he can be there with him he needs to be brave and mature so Sonic doesn't have to worry about him and can focus on looking after himself and most importantly he needs to not be a burden because Sonic loves running more than anything he loves being free and Tails needs to make sure he never ever slows him down because what if he cant keep up and Sonic runs away and never comes back?

So Tails expresses concern for Sonic after a rough battle and Sonic brushes it off with a grin despite the pain in his side. Sonic reaches to pass Tails something he can't reach and Tails swats his hand aside saying he can get it himself even if it's something so small and simple to have let Sonic pass him the screwdriver. Even if admitting he'd gotten nicked by that last laser would have been easier than wrapping up his side in a cave where no one could see. They've gotta let each other know they're untouchable and they don't need each other. So they won't worry. So they'll know they're okay. So they'll be safe. So he'll stay.

[beneathsilverstars]

i think if you’re doing mirabelle’s rpg. you have to put isat right in the middle. i think it should go like… she goes through vaugarde collecting the orbs and noticing all these mysteries about her companions and mourning all the frozen towns, and she wants to get to know her friends better, and figure out what’s bothering them and help with it, and go do fun touristy things with them, etc etc, but they have a country to save. there’s no time, and everything is frozen. if that wasn’t the case, they wouldn’t even be traveling together at all! and the whole time mirabelle’s struggling with anxiety and imposter syndrome and the weight of being The Savior. she has to fix things but she can’t, she wants to help her friends but she can’t, she has to change but she doesn’t want to. she’s getting a bad grade in rpg protagonist!!!

but then we hit isat. and you expect it to be the culmination of mirabelle’s arc, but she’s not ready for that yet, just like she’s felt unprepared and unworthy all game, stuck in this role, under the weight of everyone’s expectations — of course doing the thing everyone wants her to do can’t be mirabelle’s defining moment, no matter how much she also believes in the importance of the quest. when she vanquishes the king, it doesn’t actually fix any of her personal problems. it wasn’t even really about her.

instead, the focus of this event is on siffrin, since it turns out the unchanging king was his foil all along, not mirabelle’s. mysteries are answered about both siffrin and the king, but more importantly — this is the turning point for everyone. the result of the most seemingly-stand-offish character’s arc is the key to making progress in everyone else’s: the party admits they care about each other and decides to keep traveling together.

the second half of the game, then, is going backwards through vaugarde, visiting all the same places again. and now that they’re not on their blessed quest in the name of change, they DO have time and they ARE all officially friends. everyone gets a little arc, echoing the five orbs, starting with isat as siffrin’s. they’re still clearing out sadnesses — and there’s some really strong ones as everyone takes stock of how much time has passed and how much damage has been done — but they don’t respawn anymore. people are starting to recover! and instead of dungeon puzzles, there’s fetch quests and mini games as the party helps vaugarde rebuild. a lot of the quests relate to things they saw while frozen, a bunch of mysteries and tragedies that they can finally DO something about. and in the same way, the family can finally get closer and talk about important things and meet each other’s friends/family and share their interests etc etc, all these old mysteries and maybe-some-days getting resolved!

and then, finally. mirabelle has been doing work that she CHOSE, helping vaugarde rebuild. and sometimes people use the opportunity to rebuild differently, but sometimes people just want the same familiar things back, and that’s not actually bad, it’s nothing like being frozen. you can keep living in the same house but making new memories, fixing things as needed, both different and the same. and mirabelle realizes that she doesn’t need to change. she realizes she has changed, and she will keep changing, but she can stay the same the whole time too. she doesn’t need to be what people expect, not the perfect housemaiden or the rpg protagonist savior. she can just strive to be the best version of herself!!

and that’s the end of the game, bc mirabelle isn’t trying to figure out how to do everything right to win the game anymore. she’s just living ^^

[starfilledsea]

thinking about “to know how it ends but still begin to sing it again” and “it’s a story about someone who tries” and “we raise our cups to orpheus not because he succeeds but because he tries. we understand implicitly that there’s value in his trying and even in his failure.” and “it’s a sad song but we keep singing even so.” even when you fail there is value in the fact that you tried and that you believed enough in your goal to try despite knowing you might fail. it is worthwhile to try, because you never know. maybe it will turn out this time! perseverance despite the odds is worth celebrating even if it ends in failure. success is not the only thing that matters. and you never know that the ripple effect of your actions might be. orpheus does not recuse eurydice but he succeeds in helping spring to come again and potentially in preventing other people from losing their loved ones as he did, and that is a good outcome. we do not see the effect he had on the other workers in hadestown. yes, orpheus failed, but maybe if they sing it again someone else will succeed. someone has to keep telling the story.

[halcyon-deluxe]

I truly do not see the point of gatekeeping the intimacy of sex behind romance.

I want to bond with my friends on a deeper, more compassionate level. i truly love being bisexual because sex feels more like a method of communication for heavily intimate emotions and a deeper expression of empathy to share with those you care about moreso than an act that is mutually exclusive to romance.

And of course I believe there are aspects of sex that are inherently romantic, but like art, I believe its purpose is entirely subjective, dependent on context, and the expressed intention of all parties involved (whether it's 1, 2, 3 or 7 people, it doesn't matter).

Simply put. I think people should be able to have sex with eachother regardless of their romantic labels (obviously proper and adult communication between partners being a pivotal aspect). I know plenty of queer couples already do this, and that's beautifully progressive, but I wish it was more normalized.

Sex is such an underrated and under utilized form of communication and emotional connection in non-romantic contexts.

This is especially important from the perspective of someone like me. I love love love to perform acts of service, so it doesn't really matter to me if the sex isn't reciprocated from my partner. I get so many endorphins just from being able to do them a service, to make them feel good and pleased and happy and content.

I'd eat you out for hours if it meant giving you peace of mind to escape from your other worries and stressors, even just for a few minutes.

I'd gladly suck your dick for nothing in return if it meant turning your bad day around to a more positive one.

I'd let you fuck the daylight out of me if it meant you could exercise the stress out of your body and relax.

I'd piston fuck you into the mattress between teams meetings and zoom calls if it meant even giving a space to where you can turn your brain off for just 5 minutes.

I rambled off into so many different directions. But sex has so much more utility beyond just securing a romantic bond with only one other person.

I wish sex wasn't so taboo. There is so much good that can be done with pleasure.

[alicornze7]

Silly guys goin' on silly adventures:]

@rorydrawsandwrites's puppeteer au but the only difference is that jax gives consent

My contribution to this wonderful au has been long overdue:')

Rambling in tags ehe (cw: ribbun:p)

Well maybe it's not the only difference

[ephemeralfatalgrace]

So in a lot of fanfics I’ve read Edwin is touch averse to everyone, including Charles, and it’s like “touches like this are rare” blah blah blah (not hating bcs I love them all) but if we look at the show, they casually touch all the time, (they’re obsessed with each other). My absolute favourite scene is in episode one where Charles is trying to teach Edwin boxing and he’s all bouncing around and he does this thing where he mimes drilling into Edwin’s head with a hand drill and Edwin just looks like he’s trying not to smile and lightheartedly shoves him away. Trust me that is not something you do with someone you’re not comfortable touching. Give me Edwin seeking out touch from Charles and he’s so gentle even in his admonishments and it’s not the kind of touch either of them are used to. Give me Charles shying away from Edwin at first because he had to be such a typical boy when he was alive and the only touches with his friends were slaps on the back or punches on his arms, and he wouldn’t dare hurt Edwin because he’s the best person Charles has met. Give me them learning how to touch until it’s so casual they barely notice when Charles swings his legs over Edwin’s on their little sofa, or when Edwin uses a hand on Charles’ back when he’s going past, or when they fumble into each other (because come on they’re lanky teenage boys they don’t have control over their limbs, coming from a lanky teenager) smoothing over the nonexistent pain with their palms.

TLDR: I want more soft DBD fanfics with casual (platonic) touches until it’s not so platonic anymore.

[cremsie]

@staff

Get your shit together and stop letting AI slop fill all the ad space on your site. They’re malicious and inappropriate and frankly I’m happy to see ads but sick of seeing AI.

It’s borderline false advertisement if a ‘valid’ reason is also needed.

[manguopudding]

finally got around to watching the anime 🥹 the teensy mithrun bait wugh!!!

[ghost-proofbaby]

the tik tok trend of flashing your boyfriend unexpectedly would have both eddie and steve like 😵‍💫🤤😵‍💫

oh my god.

but hear me out. yes, both boys would absolutely drool, but they’d also react just a little bit differently.

(i got carried away beneath the cut my fucking bad minors dni)

with steve, i can see you doing it during a fight. he’s saying something like “it was your turn to do the dishes, baby-“ and then you’re suddenly yanking up your t-shirt that had once been his and he’s just blanking. rapidly blinking, mouth agape and brows slack before furrowing them up. “what’s the matter?” you’d tease him.

and he just starts huffing in frustration because “no. no way. nope. not fair. you still have to do the dishes.”

and so you’d jump a little, smirking at the way his eyes are widening before he just starts pacing and you’re being even more of a fucking tease.

“are we sure about that? can’t we renegotiate terms, baby?”

“renegotiate? reneg- fuck off. fuck right off. i-“ and he’s tugging at his hair, torn between continuing the small argument that he can hardly recall the premise for now as you continue to grip on the hem of your shirt and smirk so proudly at him. “fine. you wanna renegotiate, honey? let’s renegotiate.”

you think you’ve won until he’s suddenly grabbing you up and taking you to the bedroom, treating you like the brat that you are. and by the end of the night, he’s just smirking at you and your chest littered in flowering bruises as he says, “guess you’ll have to clean the sheets instead now, baby.”

but then…. but then with eddie. oh dear god.

it’s not over a fight. no. it’s not a distraction — it’s your attempt to gain his attention. he’s been paying attention to planning a campaign or his guitar or just anything but you the entire day. and by the end of it you’re just so damn needy. it was either this or full on climbing into his lap, and flashing him was just the easier of the two options.

“hey, eds?” would be your innocent start to it, but honestly? he’s not even listening. he doesn’t even hear you as he’s focusing on his damn notebook.

he doesn’t even notice when you raise your shirt, or when you huff with annoyance as he continues to be so fucking oblivious.

“eddie.”

no response.

“edward.”

still no response.

“edward munson-“

when he finally hears his full government name you have half his attention, but not enough of it. he wouldn’t even glance up from his notebook as he says, “just a minute, sweetheart. i just figured out this new NPC and really need to-“

“how the hell do i have my tits out and you’re still talking about that fucking game?”

that would get his attention for a few reasons — the promise of tits and your tone of voice for starters — but even more so, the fact that you rarely lose patience or understanding when it comes to his hobbies. he’d be looking up in an instant, you could probably have heard a crack from across the room at how intensely he’s suddenly snapping that damn head up just to catch you dropping the shirt back down.

“wait, no, wait- what? where’d the boobs go?”

“sorry, only boyfriends who pay attention to their lovers get boobs.”

he’s never tossed that fucking notebook to the side so quickly as he spins around his chair, full focus on you entirely now, “who said i wasn’t paying attention? i’m paying attention, sweetheart. i’m paying so much attention.”

he’d prove just how much attention he’s paying to you when his head is buried between your thighs, only pausing on rare occasions to breathe and sometimes spout out new ideas for that stupid campaign, which only makes you tug harder on his damn curls and cut him off with his own moans before he returns to giving you his full attention.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Sam blinked the green light away from her vision and took in her surroundings. She definitely wasn’t in her garden anymore. Had she been summoned somehow? She’d thought that was more Danny’s thing.

Well, she considered as her eyes scanned the bare room around her, regardless of the cause, better to not wait around for things to get worse.

She pulled a small vial of ectoplasm from its hidden spot on her necklace and downed it in one gulp. The powers Undergrowth had lent her may have been temporary, but she and Tucker had discovered that exposure to ectoplasm could briefly return their inherited abilities. And also increase their manias, but who cared about a little thing like that?

Awareness of all the plants around her bloomed into her mind, and she sneered reflexively. Disgusting. Wherever she was, she could immediately tell that the whole area was deeply polluted. Getting home was her first priority, but she knew she’d be returning later to get back at whatever corporations were responsible for that mess.

Her vines began to wind up around the walls of the building, a few slipping inside to wrap around the edge of the door in front of her. With barely more than a thought, the vines tensed, snapping the door from its hinges. She stalked out of the room. She could just leave, but that wouldn’t guarantee that whatever had dragged her here couldn’t cause problems again. So whatever it was, she was going to find it and “convince” it to stop.

But mapping out the building with her plants could only tell her so much. Even with her powers, she could only extrapolate so much detail from the plants. So even with the layout of the building, she still had to pick her way through the rooms herself for details.

And those details were annoyingly vague. Sure, a couple rooms had evidence of experimentation on plants (and maybe even a person?) or strange possibly-ritualistic scribblings on the walls, but she didn’t know how to put it all together. She wasn’t a detective. The strongest conclusion she could draw was just that the people involved needed to be reminded to respect nature. Forcibly reminded.

Suddenly, her search was interrupted by a voice ringing out from the next room over, and she whirled on the spot. That room had just been empty. Where the hell had they come from?

“Ivy? I thought you were laying low– why break that to go after a place like this?”

No time to form an intricate plan. Her vines rushed for the unknown figure. A blade swung through the air, expertly severing all the plants encroaching on them. They entered the room.

A beat of silence passed, then they both reacted with the same question simultaneously. “Who the hell are you?”