#sometimes posts are just flops

[asexualbookbird]

someone trying to give you trigger warning on a book but theyre from tiktok so they just mouth the word and dont write it in the subtitles so you have no idea what theyre trying to tell you :)))

[wisteriawater]

two completely normal boys.

[sugurouge]

ahdkgdd the non-feedback on my fics is getting really bad and i'm so annoyed by now. is it really so hard for consumers to leave a comment / reblog / tag on a stupid fic these days? like wdym only my mutuals are capable to actually say something? 😭

[a-most-beloved-fool]

I really love it when people leave super enthusiastic tags on like. a 20 note post. y'know? they're like "OMG THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN ASJEJFKAJSHNKA FAV <3 I LOVE YOU OP" and then the post is a flop. But not to them! And, really, can any post truly be a flop when even one person gets that excited about it? Like aw <3. maybe it is a good post, after all!

[gatorlovebot]

promised my baby @ghosts-cyphera i'd write some more vampire gaz and i couldn't get this first meeting out of my head

you met him at a house show, introduced to you through a friend of a friend. his costume for the halloween themed show was cheesy, but he did put in more effort than most of the guys in attendance. his dracula cape looked like it came from party city and the widows peak on his forehead was crudely drawn on. but what really caught your eyes were the fangs.

they didn't look like the bulky spirit halloween fangs that you would fit over your real teeth. they looked so natural, fit right in with the rest of his teeth perfectly. his smile was fucking gorgeous, you couldn't deny it. he was charming, his accent smooth and eye contact steady as he asked you questions about yourself, genuinely trying to get to know you. it caught you off guard a little bit, meeting someone wasn't really on your mind going into tonight but you weren't going to rebuff his attention.

when the music started you two ended up drifting away from each other. you joining your friends closer to the stage and him chatting with some people along the back wall. when your eyes finally met over the crowd, you have to tell yourself that the red eyes staring back at you must be a trick of the lights.

[wri0thesley]

considering how hard i push on your blog your rules post what you like i feel so so silly posting self ship stuff on my blog like you’re all rolling your eyes ready to unfollow bc of course [f/o] wouldn’t love you, nat. we are simply putting up with your other posts until you get back to posting the only thing anyone follows you for, sexy self-insert porn. in fact i constantly worry posting self ship stuff puts people off my reader-insert things tbh bc reader insert writers should be soulless appearanceless blank slate writing machines. this is all probably very silly; nobody really thinks like that. and yet the thoughts plague me every time i post.

[catboypheromones]

when u see someone reblogging their own wacky silly text post bc it didn't get enough attention the first time around

[agenderduck]

I feel like Duck’s role in electricity isn’t spoken about as much as it should be particularly in regards to his and Yellow’s relationship. Both of their roles in the episode are not just important to the series as a whole, but they’re an integral piece in understanding both of their characters. Something that must be addressed first and foremost, is that relationship, as it is one of the main cores of the episode. For starters, I’ve seen so many people imply that Duck doesn’t care about Yellow which couldn’t be further from the truth because it’s more complicated than that. It’s important to note that Duck bases his decision making, and by default aspects of his closeness with the other two off of fear. Duck often looks to Red for protection. In many ways he likes that most of the time they’re on the same level with each other, he associates him with familiarity. Duck is scared of the unknown, things that fall out of his control, and Yellow just so happens to fill that bill when he gets his batteries. Duck is subconsciously afraid of him.

This makes even more sense when you take the Webseries into account, Health particularly. While I personally do not believe that it and Channel Four are connected, I do believe the characterization carries over. So, taking what we know occurs in Health it makes sense why both Duck and Yellow have their preferences within the respective trio, why they act the way they do. Similar things have happened within the narrative, even if just thematically. Duck is scared of Red “disappearing” again, and he’s weary of Yellow over things left unsaid. Sure, he likely wasn’t getting stuffed in a Can and eaten again like last time, but he certainty is still punished the most for stepping out of line, and for one reason or another he associates Yellow with that pattern. Duck doesn’t have a good read on Yellow, while Yellow has a good read on him. Yellow is always trying to communicate something that can’t be communicated, and when he finally gets the resources to do so his friends, Duck especially, are deeply uncomfortable with it. Duck feels a perfect mix of genuine concern for his friend, albeit in a very detached warped sort of way. In his eyes his friend is acting wrong, but he also hates the fact that the action of questioning things like Yellow does is something he himself cannot do.

Duck immediately taking the situation personally is representative of his fear, a fear of change and a fear of not being the best he can be. He has learned that he has to be on his best behavior at all times, be the best he can be, or bad things will happen and Yellow poses as a threat to that when he gets his batteries. He likes the yellow that’s agreeable and doesn’t question things not the one who makes him feel weak and vulnerable. Duck knows this side of Yellow well even if he doesn’t register it, and he will personally snuff it out everytime if it means protecting his peace. “It’s you who’s gone wrong ….” Is one of the most important lines in the entire show, for this exact reason. They all have roles to play, and Duck has decided that he alone, takes responsibility for the well being of their household. It makes his characterization in Family all the more devastating because despite never saying it out loud, he cares deeply for his friends and that reflects in his actions. In the same breath however, in many ways, Duck needs yellow to be beneath him. Because Duck takes personal responsibility for the trio, Yellow questioning things in the manner that he does threatens Duck’s sense of control, but also the sense of balance that he has created for them in his mind. He needs Yellow to be without his batteries in order to maintain order, to reduce harm upon the others and himself, to play his part and not question things.

Yellow is unfortunately denied autonomy in both situations here, with batteries or not, just as Duck is. The trio are denied real autonomy in everything they do, and both Duck and Yellow are, in their own ways, trying to gain autonomy in different ways here. Yellow gaining his batteries is, in a subconscious way, him taking control for himself. Duck rips out said batteries to protect himself, to feel in control of his environment because he now understands what those batteries do. It can be inferred that Duck gives Yellow the batteries initially because he cares. He’s shown to be genuinely caring towards Yellow, and that’s likely why Yellow is so attached to him. He sees what Duck is trying to do, and he appreciates him for it. It makes it all the more heart breaking that Yellow takes what Duck says to heart, that “He’s gone wrong”. He values Duck’s opinion the most and thus is deeply affected by it. Yellow knows that Duck can feel uncomfortable around him at times. Duck literally gives and takes Yellow’s batteries and I think that in itself is very representative of their relationship. Duck while well meaning can’t help but be self serving, it’s a survival tactic for him, and unfortunately Yellow often gets caught in that crossfire. Both of his friends have accepted the concept of Yellow being beneath them in one way or another, and they’d like it to stay that way. Yellow, charged or not, highly values his friends and their opinions of him. Even when a book of supposed knowledge is placed in his hands, he stops questioning things in order to show his friends, to help them even if part of him knows that it’ll be in vain. It speaks to his genuine kindness and the emotional intelligence of his character that seeps through him in every form he takes. But, in the same breath it also speaks to how much his friend’s opinions of him affect him, often negatively.

The Shredder is a perfect example of the “Never show a gun in the first act” Trope. The Shredder is set up early on as yet another important object to Duck and Yellow understands how important it is to him. It’s important to note that Duck doesn’t like the cycle either, one could even say that he hates it the most out of the three, but he would rather have something familiar in the palm of his hands than to have something entirely new and foreign be added to the equation. Yellow knows this as well. So, as one might guess, the shredder represents Duck’s need to bury the things that make him uncomfortable, to shred them. Yellow’s batteries, he’s decided, fall into that category, so he rips them out. Duck truly believes that he’s fixing things here, restoring the order, that nobody will be hurt, but yellow is hurt, even if he can’t process it or remember why. Even though he is without his batteries, Yellow knows that the book in his hands is important, but more importantly, he knows that whatever’s in this book would deeply upset Duck. That’s precisely why he shreds it. The trio laugh and holler together as the book is shredded into nothing as Yellow turns to Duck for approval of his actions. Ultimately no matter with or without his batteries, Yellow is always going to be fixated on what his friend’s might think of his actions, Duck especially.

[localsharkcryptid]

OKAY I NEED TO TEST SOME SHIT--

If you see this post please like it (not reblog), I SWEAR my posts aren't being seen or something cause like for the past two or so days-- like the usual interaction I get is just non-existent--

[neon-green-reagent]

Ragdoll (1999)

[shi0n]

i made a sideblog for my personal posts @shi0n ill still post some here as always but that one will be 100% self-indulgent and nonsensical so only follow if you are a true shion fan

[tittyinfinity]

"Idk if I should smoke, doing dabs gives me a headache."

Nah bro I have the PERFECT strain for that. Check this shit out

[vehemourn]

emo dog era

[wishchip106]

getting depressed over numbers

okay loser suck it up 🤨🤚

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Little drabble for today, since technically today(or perhaps yesterday?) Was the day I had my little...moment of. Wow it would be so funny if I got engaged with Finn and of course it happens to be cliche a few days before Valentine's Day. Anniversary. I know I don't really post my writing a lot and keep it more private but that's mostly just cause it's harder for me to write things that aren't very emotionally incorporated, if that makes any sense? With drawing I can do a little cute doodle, draw some hearts around it, and that's it, a nice simple little thingy. But with my writing it is normally a lot more extensive, even if whatever I'm writing is just fluffy stuff. And. Not to mention. A lot of people normally brush over drawings after like five reasonable seconds, but with writing it isn't entirely something that can be consumed so quickly. But! I yap a lot on here anyway.

I don't thinkkkkkk this needs any content warnings? I tried to not go into detail about the actual extent of the woes I experienced and just said enough to get it out of my system, but everything else is true and accurate😉 it gets super sappy fluffy at the end because it is me we are talking about here, so of course it does. I did a shorter Speedrun version of my proofreading, so hopefully it has a nice flow to it!

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"Yes, but I want to actually do SOMETHING for today, I mean, something nice at least. It is a special day, we should do something.. special for it!" Kane reasoned, still in bed and curled up to a pillow. He cautiously rolled over onto his back, and his expression twitched like he had winced. He kept the pillow in his arms and loosely hugged it against himself.

"Kane, I'm pretty sure I just watched you die, I'm not going to let you expend what little energy you have left that needs to go to resting." Finn sighed, upset, sitting carefully at the edge of the bed. He certainly wasn't upset at Kane, more so the situation; and perhaps what little he could do- or have done- to remedy it, to no fault of his own, of course. Or anyone's, really.

Considering that Kane wasn't always that keen on bigger events anyway, his prying for one was a bit ironic. But just because he didn't like going out to restaurants or typical romantic events that involved eating out in public or resulted in lots of noises going on like at restaurants, it didn't mean that Finn didn't like those things. And, perhaps, Kane felt a little guilty inside, because he had been out of commission for most of the day, so anything that they could've done couldn't happen.

"It's not like I didn't know this might happen." Finn said gently, turning a little so he could look at Kane when he said it.

Kane sighed a little, almost in a pouting manner, and glanced at Finn to meet his gaze for a moment, "I mean, I know that we both knew it was going to happen, cause the prediction and all- and I could feel it- but..."

"But I'm feeling better now and-"

"Rest." Finn interrupted firmly.

Kane groaned in response, why must he need rest and recovery. Why must he be aware of how truthfully exhausted and sore he felt. "Okay, well I wasn't dying, I was just-"

"You were withering in pain, and trying to tug out your own hair so you could feel something else, you-"

"Okay, okay, but worse case scenario you could've just- I mean we live in England, all the houses and buildings are brick- you could've just bonked me out on the head and then drivin me off to the ER or like, urgent care or something."

Ah, and Kane was met with the look of a man who sometimes forgot what country people grow up to be. A look laced with concern because it was his partner he was looking at, but there was still a slight hint of "Fuck? No!" Whether Kane's country roots lying in America added to this was a different story.

"Er- euhm- Whatever the uh. Thing is called the-..." Kane looks around the room as he racks his brain for it, "The NHS! Yes! Whatever those.. they have like those walk-in urgent rooms, right? Like buildings?"

Finn looked like he wanted to respond with several things like "The NHS wait time isn't worth it" and "The day I put you out of your misery like some animal even if it is to temporarily knock you unconscious is the day I [redacted]" but with as ruffled and exhausted as Kane still appeared, he wasn't going to have the man waste his breath on discussing the complexities of the NHS and every other healthcare system, or whatever else was going through his mind. Instead, he ever so gently nudged Kane over closer to the middle of the bed so he could lay down next to him. He understood that going from forever sleeping on a bed that was hardly bigger than him to the luxuries of a bed that was probably a bit bigger than your dining table was something for Kane to adjust to, but it still drove him mad that Kane, for some reason, slept right at the edge of the bed. Even if he has yet to actually fall off of it.

And Kane couldn't help but crack out a grin over it, he spent a lot of time in bed so there was hardly a moment where Finn wasn't wordlessly gently shuffling him closer to the center of the bed.

"But we aught to do at least something, right? Today isn't just any other day today- not to me at least- I want to at least mark it like that by doing something special. Even if it is something small."

As Finn stretched out and laid down net to Kane, he let out a long exhale, "And you call me foolish?" Finn mused, and with as much little movement as possible he rolled over so he could face Kane and gingerly wrap an arm around the other man, tucking it under the pillow that Kane was still holding closely to himself. He was sure Kane was still feeling sore, so he treated every movement and touch he did like he was trying to do a waltz in a minefield.

Kane cocked an eyebrow, "I do call you foolish. Not that I'm any less foolish- if not more." "You certainly are," Finn's voice turned to a mumble as he tried to nuzzle himself infinitely and impossibly closer to Kane.

"And would you like to elaborate on that?" Kane asked, with a faint grin. He was feeling far more amused that he was able to express himself at the moment.

"The whole point of the day is just to spend it however we'd like, and I don't care how we spend it, I just want to spend it with you."

This was one of the moments were Kane was glad that Finn had his face buried up against him, because even if Finn could feel Kane hold his breath, it at least still spared Kane a little dignity because Finn would miss seeing his eyebrows furrow and the corners of his mouth twist and maybe his eyes watered up just a little as well. "Yeah, but you spent the day like a medieval doctor watching a patient and not being able to do anything about it but sedate them."

Finn frowned a little, but he would've frowned regardless of what day it happened on because it was still something that happened in the first place.

Kane let go of the pillow with one of his arms, and then decided to forfeit the pillow entirely altogether and shift his position so he was laying more towards Finn now. He didn't really have much left to say.

"I just want to enjoy the day with you, Kane." Finn murmured, the weight of affection in his voice was undoubtable.

Kane was quiet for a moment, his eyebrows were still furrowed, "I just want you to know that you are special," he responded, and if his sentence had been any longer his voice might've croaked.

Finn smiled, and tried to be as gentle as he could as he softly tugged Kane ever so slightly more closer to him, "I know that you think I'm special." Again, Kane took a moment before he responded. His mind was having trouble arguing with someone who seemed to radiate their love out of their body.

"You do?" Kane asked. Of course he would want Finn to feel special.

"This is where I get to use one of your own sayings against you," Finn said, starting to grin, "You always say that actions speak louder than words, don't you?"

As much as Kane loved that saying and thought it to be true, it bugged him a little that it sounded like something you would find spelled out as the lesson in the back of a book or TV show for children. Which perhaps was exactly where he had gotten it from.

"I do say that. And at least in my experience I've found it to be relatively true, give or take some case scenario exceptions; as with anything there's exceptions."

"Well I think it is plenty special that I get to do this with you," Finn gave Kane the lightest squeeze possible in his arms, "And you tell me in plenty of different ways all of the time how you feel about me." Kane knew that he did that, but part of him almost wanted to respond with "I do?" because it wasn't the usual for someone to be able to understand the funny language that he seemed to speak.

Kane looked at the ceiling for a little while, soaking in the words and the moment. Finn seemed quite content and peaceful with things right now- which is what Kane wanted. Truthfully, in an ideal scenario Kane would've spent the day treating Finn like he was some royalty- not that he didn't have tomorrow to do that, anyway.

"I like you, Finn," Kane said.

"I like you too, Kane." Just for a few moments Finn had closed his eyes. Then again, no one ever goes to close their eyes for just a few moments and it turns out that way.

No, maybe today wasn't and couldn't be spent as a day for a big grand gesture and display of love and affection, perhaps that was something that was going to be saved for another time, but there was still just as much love to be felt in getting consumed by the peaceful tranquility that came with not having anything but a nice warm and safe home, and being willingly boxed up in a room with someone literally, and figuratively, wrapped up around you.

[koko2unite]

man how does it feel to be the kind of people that can reblog a post and it'll get 1000 notes in minutes? must've notification off unless you wanna use it as a massager