#tgat. and many other things

[fluttershys-lament]

why do I take jokes so literally sometimes 💀 and how do I stop that. I thought I understood jokes 😓

[trans-xianxian]

saw a post about how jiang cheng isn't selfish because he's done all of this stuff for his loved ones and it's like yeah. jiang cheng loves very deeply and that's. exactly why he's selfish. jiang cheng being selfish doesn't equal jiang cheng being heartless or unloving. his goals are to selfishly keep his loved ones, most notably wei wuxian, to himself at the expense of their own personal autonomy. when jiang cheng goes to the burial mounds and begs wei wuxian to give the wen remnants up and come home, he does it because he loves him, but he also does it because he's a selfish coward who puts his own wants for wei wuxians safety and companionship above wei wuxians personal wishes and the lives of the wens. these things are not mutually exclusive in fact they are intricately connected

[hunny-bxscuit]

If I had a nickel for everytime these two fuckers pinned each other down, I'd have three.

Which isn't a lot but it's very gay that it happened thrice.

[junkie-virus]

OUGHHHHHH I LOVR PLANTS VS ZOMBIES I LOVE KINGDOM RUSH I LOVE BATTLEBLOCK THEATER I LOVE CASTLE CRASHERS !!!!!!!! I LOVE VIDEO GAMES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[blackgirlcinephiles]

Just finished watching ❤️

Congrats to Eva Reign and Billy Porter for this wonderfully fun and sweet film. Bravo!

[macabrecabra]

What do you value most in a friendship?

Communication, honesty, respect, and no manipulation

People that respect my boundaries, who communicate well what they feel, and are honest aka if they can’t or don’t care they say so! A friend that tells me they can’t talk today as they are tired and stressed? Good! I want to be told! I trust and respect you, and glad you communicate this!

Last friend group had the worse communication ever. One I though of as a good friend was extremely so… would passively aggressively punish you by ignoring you in chat, abusing your character during games, rewriting your characters forcing you to play what he wanted, anything you said would be twisted as an offense against him unless you kissed his ass and only talk about his stuff, blocked me “for my own good”, constantly told by others oh he doesn’t meeean it just endure it! It was… super fucked up. I do not value that so broke the friendship.

Clearly I was the only one who wanted to put effort into the friendship. Would speak up o felt something was wrong and told everything was fine. Couldn’t even talk about feeling low or porting characters or else it was seen as a personal attack against them. It was bad… so yes, communicate well, be honest with me, respect boundaries, and don’t be a passive aggressive manipulative bastard, y’a good!

[morgana-ren]

I DONT KNOW IF YOU WRITE FULL FICS BUT IF YOU DO PLEASE WIRTE ONE ABOUT TGAT LAST ASK.

Just about Astarion sitting in his throne of sorts, in the palace, with tav sitting in his lap. He’s bored, tav sits there- dissociating and wishing they were anywhere else. He asks them if they’d like to do something fun and they say something like “Only if you do my lord” and he saddens some, expecting them to come up with something fun like they used to but they can’t think of anything that he would approve of them doing after so many years of breaking them down and he realizes it’s gotten so dull because tav was the person that brightened his life

"Awfully dull today, hmm? How would you like to do something fun, my love?"

It's an oh-so rare quiet day in the Crimson Palace, and his favorite source of amusement sits placidly on his lap, silent as the grave and still atop him. Content as he is in the peaceful quiet with solely her company, he'd spend the day with her doing– well, something, surely. It’s been a while since they’ve had any time to themselves to truly enjoy each other’s company alone. In fact, he cannot recall the last time with any distinct accuracy.

It seems so terribly long since they've had any time to themselves. Being a Lord keeps you awfully busy.

In a tender moment, he reaches forward to brush a stray strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear with a long, pale finger. She doesn’t react save a slight instinctual flicker of her lashes. Not a hint of expression on her face. He expects her to lean into his touch as she used to and is almost shocked when she does not.

Odd, he thinks. She hardly even seems to notice anything at all.

It’s almost like she isn’t entirely present.

Still, before he can chastise her, she responds to his bid for her attention.

"If that is your wish, my lord,” She responds to his question, lifeless and monotone. Perfectly obedient, just as befits her, and yet—

He frowns, just a little. It irks him, but now that he thinks about it, he cannot recall the last time he saw enthusiasm on her face– or much of anything at all aside from the blank, hollow mask she has now. Completely impassive and unresponsive in a cruel sort of practiced indifference. 

He studies her for a moment and comes to the conclusion that it reminds him of the robots they found in that strange tower in the Underdark so long ago. Programmed to respond to the right things and make the right moves, but utterly incapable of acting on her own whims. Eternally awaiting instruction. 

Empty. Robotic. Precise and yet disingenuous somehow. Eerily so.

Has she been like this before? Has he simply not noticed?

Perhaps she just needs to awaken a little more. It was such a long night, and he had kept her remarkably busy. She must be exhausted, but surely, she will perk up. She always does. 

Doesn’t she?

“Come, darling. What would you like to do?” He jostles his knees, dandling her on his legs like one might a small, particularly grumpy child. She bumps up and down, only reaching to steady herself on the sides of his throne. 

“Whatever would please you would please me, my lord.”

He groans, rolling his red eyes, a very sudden burst of irritation bubbling in his gut. Always with the My lord, My lord, scraping and bowing like some sort of indentured serf. Proper respect is important, of course, but for the first time in a while— longer than he can honestly think back on, to be honest— they are entirely alone. He is her Lord, yes, but she knew him by another name once– did know him by another name. She knows better than to tease him in front of his vassals but surely—

He can’t remember the last time she said his name. 

His real name. 

How long since he has truly sat by her side and talked with her? Spent time with her? He's been so busy, laying plans and waste, conquering and shedding blood of those who oppose him. The Lord Tyrant, come to rule over his dominion of Eternal Night. She is always by his side, never straying and yet— 

(“I love you, Little Star,” She’d laugh, planting a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose, which would promptly crinkle in annoyance. 

“I’m not ‘Little Star,’ and I’ll never understand why you insist on calling me that.” 

“That’s what your name means, doesn’t it? Little Star? Or perhaps Little Starlight– I don’t really remember.”

“Then why make that my pet name?" He rolls his eyes, annoyed at the use of his own childish moniker that follows him like a shadow to anyone who speaks even a lick of his native language. "Of all the things your brilliant little mind can concoct, you give me a child’s handle? I’m strong, dashing, capable, handsome, fearsome– but instead you choose that absurdity” 

“Because you’re my little star!” And she would smile so brightly that it seemed impossible in the darkness, and he could not help but smile himself. “My light in the darkness. My Astarion, for as long as you want to be. And I love you.” 

His expression would soften once again and he would simply sigh, pulling her close to kiss her temple. The night was cold, but she was so impossibly warm against him, somehow fitting perfectly in his lap and into his heart, where she’d wormed her way in against his own will. The dim firelight reflects in her eyes as she tells him again that she loves him forever if he’ll have her, and he can think of nothing he’d desire more than to ride out the endless night of eternity with her here on his lap, cradled close.)

Something gnaws at him. Something raw and edged with a vicious sort of misery he’d done so well to avoid in ages. He cannot place it but as he looks at her, his stomach is as a dark, abyssal pit, circling and swelling like a maelstrom. 

Something is wrong.

He cannot place the negative emotion, and so he does as he always does now, making the strange yearning her responsibility to soothe. 

He lashes out at her. 

“I’m growing bored,” He says with a cold, cruel edge to his voice. “You know how much I dislike boredom, don't you, darling?"

What he seeks is a reaction. A sudden spark of life from within her. For her to grab his hand and take him to do— to do something. Surely—

And yet, with a motion so fluid that it implies an aged and practiced skill, she slides from his lap down to her knees before him, reaching towards the laces of his breeches. There is nothing behind her eyes as she extends her hand forward to unlace him, hardly even seeing him. Nothing at all. 

“What are you doing?” He slaps her hands away, scowling down at her, taken back by her brashness. 

“You said you were bored, my Lord.”

“And why would you think–” 

Because that is what he’d taught her. 

That her body was built for his amusement; his temple to defile at will. Because of the cold nights in the castle after so many years where he would reach for her, and she would quiver and shake her head with eyes rimmed red and puffy and beg to be left untouched and yet he would speak the words without thinking and she would bend for him any way he wished. 

Because even as she would obey, she would cry and turn away, and he would give it little thought until one night the crying and protesting simply stopped. He thought she had learned. Made peace with her duties and loyalty to him and what it entailed. Mayhaps she had come to realize that her theatrics had little impact on him and surely, he wasn’t so wretched to her now that these waterworks were necessary. His touch could not repulse her so that her weeping was remotely acceptable. She loves him, surely she—

Because he would command her until she would kneel, and so now, she kneels without command.

He sighs, breathing the fire from his lungs, reaching down to pull her back up into his lap. She does not respond, only obeys in kind to his guiding instruction as he settles her back down on his legs. He finds a semblance of patience from within himself which is a strange and unusual feeling, mustering it up to once again ask:

“My dear, what is it that you would like to do?” 

Her head cocks. She does not understand. 

"What would you enjoy? If you had the freedom to do anything, what might it be?"

It takes a moment, but for the first time, a reaction: Confusion. It is slow to take hold but becomes blaringly apparent as it does. It is not as if she doesn’t know the answer, but almost as if she doesn’t understand the question. 

“Whatever you would like to do, my Lo–”

“No, no, darling. What is it you would like to do?” He impresses, harsher this time, and she flinches, recoiling from… something. 

From him.  

If her heart was still capable of beating, he'd be able to hear the way it pumps into overdrive. As it stands, he cannot, but he is aware no less. Her scent changes entirely around him to something that has his brows furrowing. Shortness of breath, dilating pupils, hands beginning to quake— Adrenaline. Steel-edged anxiety. As if this is not a question at all, but rather a test and she does not know the answer, and failure means his displeasure and his displeasure means–

"I— What would you—" She hard-swallows, harrowed by the open-endedness of the question. "—I want what—"

("Come to the meadow with me, Asto," She would grab his hand with a mischievous smile when their compatriots were fast asleep, tugging him up from the comfort of his bedroll. "I want you to come with me."

"It's late, darling. Wouldn't you rather come here and lie with me?" He would try to tug her back down playfully, but would fall against her aggressive temerity, being pulled to his feet through her sheer will. She would stifle her giggling with a hand as she guided him past their slumbering companions, through the tree line and deep into the forest. 

"Come on, lazy boy, come! Come with me!"

"Well, I'm trying to—"

She would hush him and yank him by the wrist, out into the field where he'd first had her, down once more into a bed of wildflowers and long grass. Her melodic laugh like a strange song as she yanks him to the ground despite his weak protests until she would lie her head on his chest and trace gentle patterns on his white shirt against his flexed chest. 

"We don't have to come all the way out here to make love, darling—" He would move to try to kiss her, but she would adamantly press her head against his torso, insisting he stay down in the dirt with her. 

"I'm not trying to seduce you," She would giggle, pointing at the star-spangled sky. "I want to lie under the stars with you." 

"But… why?"

"Because I know we'll have eternity to do it, but it's my favorite moon tonight and it reminded me of you."

He squints, struggling to find anything different about it at all. "I don't notice anything, darling. It looks very much like the moon we see every night." 

"It's so full and bright! Look at the rays!" She holds her hand out as if to cradle a silvery moonbeam in her palm. "It reminds me of the color of your hair." 

She reaches over him to delicately pluck something from the grass, tucking it gingerly behind his ear after she does so. "These poppies are the same beautiful deep red of your eyes in the moonlight. I feel safe here; home, with you. I just wanted to enjoy it for a moment. Just the two of us."

He would wrap his arms around her waist, squeezing so tightly that she would gasp and worm about, trying to return the favor, and yet he would not relent. 

"I want you to feel safe with me," he would whisper into her hair, desperately trying to memorize the scent of it, as if expecting Bhaal himself to come and steal her from his frantic embrace. "Now and forever, I want to feel home in your arms, with you.")

He thinks, for a moment, to return to that meadow, and that perhaps his love— the one he remembers— will return to him. As if her ghost still lingers there, trapped and waiting to be rescued. 

He can’t. 

It is not a meadow any longer, but a battlefield, not unlike the vile destruction left in Ketheric's wake at Raithewait; another one in a million places sacrificed in his conquest for glory, littered with bodies and bones. A graveyard tribute to his power, scorched soil and dead grass. No flowers bloom there anymore— there is nowhere for them to bloom between the suffocating aura of death. 

All that is left is a beautiful memory buried beneath a river of dried blood, and you cannot water flowers with dried blood or wean them on bone dust. That meadow is one moment suspended in time as trapped in amber, impossible to claw free from its temporal prison. He cannot remember the last time he saw that jovial smile she had saved just for him in that damned meadow. 

He cannot recall the last time she said the words "I love you" and cried his name as a preternaturally beautiful siren song without being commanded. 

He frowns, feeling something strange and haunting in his chest. Something viciously clawing up his throat as he looks at her: at her empty red eyes that were once the most beautiful color, full of love and life when she looked upon him; at her contorted expression that used to be as radiant as the sun and he could have sworn that her light could have sustained him through the dark, miserable nights of his eternal curse if only she was by his side; at the frailty of her body that almost seems to creak and break beneath his weight. 

"My love, look at me."

And she does, if not by command, then by instinct. 

"Smile for me, will you? Can you do that for me?" 

And she does, her lips turning upward and raising to reveal two sharp teeth— and nothing more. It's uncanny and revolting and wrong. There is nothing behind her eyes, nothing at all. No light, no life, and certainly no love. 

He used to be able to see himself in her eyes. How her heart sang for him, cheeks blossoming with blood at the sight of him. He could hear her heart rabbit behind her ribs, her hands quaking with excitement to touch him even in the most innocent of ways. Through her eyes, he found his own value— his own worth— and finally began to understand that he deserved love; he deserved happiness. She had healed him, giving almost all of herself to do it, selflessly and without asking for anything in return even as he despised himself and refused his own agency—

And she stares at him now with soulless eyes, he is left to wonder if he has taken too much from her in his quest to take everything. Wonders if she will ever be that lovestruck, moon-eyed girl again, wanting nothing more than to lie under the moonlit meadow with him. If she will ever kiss his eyelids as a delicate butterfly and whisper eternity in his ear. If she will ever feel safe and home and loved around him again in his embrace–

Save she is no longer quaking with anticipation at his touch, but trembling from fear, lost and terrified at the posing of a simple question. Her scent is foreign even as it is familiar and he cannot recall when it began to change. There is something in her eyes that haunts him, and though he can see himself within him, what stares back is not him. A terrible realization rakes knives down his soul, a gaping maw threatening to swallow him whole. A tightening in his lungs, and even as he does not breathe, he does not believe he could even if he tried. 

“Darling?” 

“Yes, my Lord?” 

Her face is impassive once more. Perfect porcelain expression. Not a crack in the mask. Not a wrinkle in the facade. Practiced day in and day out until it becomes real. He remembers it well.

How long has it been? How long since he has looked at her? Truly looked at her? Spoken to her? Told her he loved her? 

Showed her he loves her?

When was the last day he did not command from her that which she begged not to willingly give?

He cannot remember. He cannot recall. 

He demanded and she had no choice but to give. More and more and more. He drained her dry and now where was once his sacred oasis, there is nothing at all. No matter how long he looks, there is never a flicker of anything in her glassy eyes. 

He wonders if even as he has gotten everything he has ever wanted, he lost the one thing he needed. 

It paralyzes him. For the first time in an ageless eternity, he feels something: Panic. 

Even his endless power cannot bring her back. His beloved is dead, and he has killed her. Upon him sits a pretty corpse, empty and devoid of all that made her her. A doll with her face. A doll with barely even that. 

Her laugh, her smile. Her passion and desire and love. The tenderness inside of her and the warmth she once held. Everything that pulled him from his shell and showed him how to love once more. He bloomed in her light– and then snuffed it out entirely. 

How long has it been? How long has she been gone?

Though she may be undying, he realizes with horror akin to a dawning sun that she is gone– and has been for some time. 

“You seem stressed, my Lord? How can I make you happy again?”

Second part of the story HERE

[alligatorstomachacid]

imagine graves being turned on by you grabbing his hips, but you not knowing tgat so you do it casually or lift him up by the hips during training and he gets hard. When you're both in your room you grab his hips and kiss his neck which sends him into a fit of begging you to just fuck him

OMG Yes!!! Imagine the first time that happens and both of you didn't realize he liked that!! You grabbed his hips while training to adjust his stance and he got all hot and flustered. Others were around so you ignored it to spare his pride. But you noticed. In the future you end up using this to your advantage.

Imagine you guys are in his office, discussing an up coming mission and you start to argue over a small detail. So you firmly grab him by the hips and pull him closer. You get close to his ear, your lips brushing his neck. He has an instant boner.

I love this thought so much!! So many devious possibilities!!

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Sorry that I disappeared lmao!! Some stuff happened, one thing was I got brain damage :( I won't get into it. But it has effected some things like grammer and spelling, stuff like that. So I apologize about that, im working on a few things but can't guarantee anything :( also thank you for 700 followers!!! Whoa!! Where'd you all come from lmao!! I'm very grateful :)

[elsa-rain-world-stuff]

is Artificer your favorite Slugcat? is there a second favorite one? and why!

(Thanks for reading, love your art <3 :D)

Oh boi oh boi

Yeah Arti is my favorite because of 2 reasons: she reminds me of my other fav character (Undyne Undertale) and, well, ANGST

Yeah, the more angst the character has in their story, the bigger chance that they have to become my favorite

OH AND HEY, WANNA FUNNY THING? So, like, revenge theme was always, like, my thing. I wrote a THREE fanfics in HTTYD fandom with this theme. The first one was Hiccup killing people for Toothless' death, then vise versa, then (really funny) they both killed for each other, thinking that the other was dead. Fun thing that Toothless' style of revenge was similar to Arti's. I mean, kill everyone. No you can't read them (unless you know russian)

Sorry, i got distracted haha

So, you can guess that on the second place i have Hunter and Saint. Yes, both of them. Why Hunter isn't the first place? Weeell... Idk? When character dies, they just die, the end. When character loses someone they love... They get to live and suffer. Yeah. But still, being on a countdown? Angsty enough.

And Saint... Well, i like them mostly for their brainblast power. Yeah, if the character is strong and/or has some cool power i will probably also like them.

On the third place i have Spearmaster, and i should mention them because back in 2021 i thought they would be my favorite. Because that time we already knew many things about Downpour (which wasn't a thing yet, it was just More Slugcats, legendary mod). And there were like few gameplay videos and a whole stream with Spearmaster's campaign. And i remember that the person was told not to go to shoreline because of the massive spoilers (we were like WHY IS TGAT, IS IT BECAUSE MOOOON IS ALIIVEE???) (we were right lol). Instead they went to five pebbles and he ripped out the pearl from SM. And i was like OMG SO CRUEL I LOVE IT LOOK THEY'RE BLEEDING THEY'RE BLEEDING THEY HAVE FUCKING SCAR!!! and i immediately got few headcanons, that after the Wanderer (from Drought mod) failed their mission on bringing the gold pearl to Five Pebbles, SRS was mad so he took another slugcat, modified them without asking, sew a perl in them so they won't lose it and won't give it to Moon and sent to FP. And i was like OMG ANGST MM YUM YUM

And now it turned out that SRS is actually a good guy and actually cares about Spear and it's no fun ☹️ but the pearl episode is still great yum yum yum

Funny thing that about Arti we knew that she is, well, SHE, and that she fights scavs, has explody powers and cant stay underwater. And karma 1 locked. About Saint we knew that they have brain blast powers and were wondering if they gonna have it in the new version or no. Btw, i started shipping Artisaint in that time too. Like, strong, loud killer and weak quiet saint who can't even hold spears.

Oh well. I'm talking for too long now. Thanks for the question i guess 😅

[thatdebaterguy]

I am Isrseli. About a month after the 7th, I think I began using a tag "Free Palestine Movement is a Death Cult".

Very early on I think I pinpointed a few very concerning characteristics of the movement: be is indoctrination, "do and don't do", the listingings upon listingings of "acts" that will brand touch as good and deserving". Came across one aimed specifically at minors that has elements of "authority/parents/teachers at school are not on your side". A very hard element of "saviors", absolute "baddy" vs absolute "goodie".

Who to dismiss and brand as guilty of hindering achievement of "the cause".

There is a very strong element of charity for a cause. And ao many other lines of cult like behavior that I am not sure I manage to pinpoint right now, but it's there.

But the most striking element, that really cements this, is that this is an unachievable cause by design. You can't "Free" Palestine. It has no strategy, no boundaries. It's not a goal. Not an achievable goal. It is such by design, for people to throw themselves at, to beat themselves about, to despair about, to throw away emotional labor, and money at, and to never achieve a thing.

It is deliberately tied to each and every possible so called humanitarian cause on the globe, derailing them. It is designed to cultivate a bedrock for recruitment, be it intentional or not.

It sicks in people, as far as I can see, that have a sense of purpose they have nowhere to ahhh go about. How do I even put it into words. Apart from the obvious bullies, I cab say for sure: people tgat are looking for a sense of purpose. That are lacking such on their lives, they are fractured in identity and belonging.

Wr have seen this before. We, Israeli, saw this before. The suicidal trajectory of the intifadas and the Jihad, they are cultivated atop ideologically infused mysery and despair. The more miserable the better. It works just tge same as any other cult.

And if in 2 years time tops, an acne riddles girl with pink hair blows herself up on a subway screaming "For Palestine" I would not be surprised.

This is genuinely a depressing reality with the way media works in the modern age, and it's a whole new way of pushing agenda and propaganda, and I'm sure in the future the methods used on social media will be studied because it's far different from any wars going on at this moment, or in history. One technique I've noticed is one that's taken straight from the playground, and it's like "if you don't like this, you can't play with us" and I've seen this predominantly in the LGBT community or certain fanbases, with posts like "You aren't queer if you don't support Palestine" and just immense social pressure to pick one side or the other, as if being neutral is social suicide. And I honestly have yet to see a post saying "You're anti-Semitic if you don't support Israel". I'm sure it exists somewhere honestly, but it's far more prominent for Palestine. Another thing that really pushes this idea is the complete lack of attention for various other wars going on or issues globally. Currently in Afghanistan, years of attempts to push some level of equality for women are being reversed in months, but I haven't heard anyone crying out for equality in Afghanistan. I've also seen no Palestine supporters in the west protesting against Egypt's blockades of aid to Gaza, and their refusal to accept any refugees, despite the fact Gazans were legally Egyptian until the 80s, making it seem like a complete u-turn from embracing Gazans as brothers and sisters, to ignoring their calls for action entirely.

As for your last comment, that's a scary thought. I somewhat doubt that'll happen unless Israel wins the war overwhelmingly and people stop talking about Palestine, cause while I know many of the supporters for Palestine, especially on tumblr, have some obsession with pushing Palestinian agenda constantly and making it part of their identity somehow, it's very similar to the people in America going "I hate America" but refusing to try make any actual good changes, refusing to even consider leaving the country, I feel like these Palestine supporters will hop on another trend when the war in Palestine grinds to a halt.

What's curious is how 99.9% of them have only joined in after this most recent war, despite the fact there were skirmishes just a few years ago so it isn't an age thing, people weren't too young to know what was going on when that previous conflict occurred, and I think it's generally because once again Hamas instigated it, hurling a few dozen rockets at apartment buildings in Tel Aviv, but when Hamas targets civilians and Israel doesn't retaliate strongly, no one seems to bat an eye. It's like once a movement starts spreading the way this one did, with a mob mentality and where 99% of the people in the movement have done little to no historical research on the conflict, it becomes a dangerous thing having so many people believing in something so much simply because of how many people they feel like they can relate to, have also supported this cause, rather than supporting it due to logic or reasoning.

The person I responded to before this is a prime example of the 1% who actually do research and are willing to hear out the other side in a civil discussion because they use logic rather than just believing mass media and being almost bullied into supporting Palestine. The sad thing is, the people who did research that support Palestine are very unlikely to call out the mass indoctrination of beliefs and agenda-pushing that's been done, because it benefits their cause, so they won't call out how immoral and disingenuous it is.

But yeah some people follow this thing like a cult, intermixing it with their personal lives. To me it's always been clear to have an obvious line between personal and political unless you're a politician, where you can use your personal life to benefit your political standing if used well, hence why I limit my posts about hobbies to very rarely, since tumblr is a social media after all. But the amount of obsessing over this conflict really seems to indicate a lack of previous meaning or purpose, lack of motivation, and desperation to feel included in something, from a psychological point of view, rather than forming opinions based on information. There is a few people who support Israel cause they don't wanna appear anti-Semitic, but from what I've analysed, it's much more in the minority when compared to Palestine supporters. As for the ones who actually do their research, thank you for not being brainwashed into a cause, and being logical. Even if we're on different sides, at least we can both say we used our brains rather than be bullied into believing something.

[bluerskiees]

I’m obsessed right now with this idea: old mikey. And i don’t just mean haha he be a grandpa and take care of his grandchild- no i mean, cultural weirdness in elderly people, new habits, appearances, how he treats his life partners even in there old ages. I want everything that comes out of. Your. Head!

… as headcanons

Pretty please ❤️

OLD AGE MIKEY HEADCANONS - ☁️

☆ Won't have kids because he's afraid he may hurt them.

☆ But he does go to orphanages everyday/ whenever he can and play with those kids.

☆ Considers them as his own children. So don't try to play any tricks unless you wanna be 6ft underground. 

☆ That's how he met you. In the orphanage.

☆ You were rocking a child in your arms, consoling him to stop crying. And when he did, you gave him a chocolate for being a good boy. You were laughing and playing with the children not realizing a pair of black orbs were staring at you.

☆ You both started off as friends. This surprised Sanzu as his boss doesn't talk much anymore. 

☆ Mikey felt comfortable in your arms. You were his home. His everything. 

☆ He felt new to this emotion. Its been so long since he was last happy. Since he felt really happy he wanted to smile. But the happiness was accompanied by fear. The immense fear of loosing you.

☆ Once he was clear with his emotions, he asked you to marry him immediately.

☆ That was the start of your relationship with Mikey. Love so pure, nothing seemed to break it .

☆ OldAge! Mikey Doesn't understand most jokes. So u gotta explain to him.

☆ OldAge! Mikey is definitely a "Back in my days....." type of person 

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who considers dorayaki greater than other foods. "You call this tasty? Hmph dorayaki is better"

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who Names those children after draken, emma, Shinchiro, mitsuya, chifuyu, etcc... (All his dead friends)

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who Spoils the kids with gifts.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Loves playing with his kids often. Considers them to be his lucky charm and his secret to happiness along with you.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who still gets shy after you bake him a cake or show him the simplest forms of love

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who buys you flowers to show his never ending love for you.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Hires a whole protection squad when he has to leave you or the kids alone. Without him.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who almost beat a man to death for trying to rob your house when you both were on a date, calms down only after you run ur fingers through his hair.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Considers meeting you as the best thing tgat happened to him in his whole life.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who visits his friends graves on their birthday and talks about how he misses them and about his new family hoping they forgive him for whatever reckless actions he made when he was young, so that they may live happily together in the afterlife.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who used to be the invincible one and still is, gets on his knees for you not caring if people are watching him.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Loves slow dancing with you. In the living room. In the kitchen. In the bedroom In the balcony. In ur backyard. Everywhere.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Looks different now that he's old. Puffy eyes and cheeks, fine lines to show he's ageing, hair turning as white as snow, his strength decreasing but his heart remains filled with love for you.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who would travel the world with you. Showing you new places, taking many pics to remind him of the wonderful memories you both shared.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who gets suddenly clingy with you refuses to share you with anyone. Almost as if he's the same old mikey Who refused to eat a burger just because it didn't have a flag on it when he was hungry.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Treats you as of you're a fragile glass structure ready to break anytime. Carrying you on his back or his arms <3

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[maybe-its-micheal]

What Happened in Quackity's Stream Today?

Today, June 19th 2023, Quackity went live with a qsmp stream in Spanish titled "El Fin de Quackity" (The end of Quackity) and I'd like to sumarize in English what happened!

I wanted to include as much detail as I could. (Anything added in parenthesis is my own speculation or additional comment)

First 20 minutes

Wearing professional looking clothing and sunglasses irl, he joins QSMP on his "ElQuackity" account, which is different from the account he ussually uses for qsmp. (He has logged in through this account before offline, but does not use it to rp as q!quackity and has in the past implied that there is more than 1 Quackity on the island) There are many past attempts of trying to join the server, which all say "no connection" over and over again, one sayd "limited lives" and the last one says "ETF EHR IER OYR KRO KER NBJ EAD." (?)

He waits in the room Cucurucho took (the former) Quackity to after the wedding, right before he was disconnected from the server. He just walks around and occasionally looks through the window of the door, he doesn't say anything, just sighs a few times, and cannot break blocks but punches a chair, seemingly bored and tired of waiting

Cucurucho arrives! Quackity tells it that its late, and it opens the door and leads him out of the room. He asks if he can be given a key for the doors, and Cucurucho responds by blowing bubbles at him. He laughs it off and says its no problem

Cucurucho begins walking, and Quackity asks it to wait. He asks "where does he work?" Cucurucho blows bubbles. "You don't want to tell me? Which office is it?" He walks down a hallway of identical rooms. "Do you not want to tell me, or do you not know?" Cucurucho stays quiet. This is still the same location Cucurucho took (the first) Quackity to after the wedding, when Jaiden saw them together.

He looks at a door that says "Storage Room" and looks at the button to open the door. Cucurucho looks at him, and then a different door. He follows Cucurucho, and they leave. He asks if Cucurucho also thinks its too cold in there, and says he doesnt know if they can do anything about the temperature. Cucurucho turns to look at him quickly when he mentions the cold, but then turns away and keeps lesding him out

They ñeave the ofices and arrive at the train station, and Quackity, seemly startled, says they should go a different way, back through the offices, because there is no way the other members of the server will be able to pass through there. Cucurucho says no, and Quackity keeps trying to convince it to let them go back. It laughs.

Cellbit says "THEY'RE AT THE TRAIN STATION" in chat, and not long after Mike, Pac, Richas, Fit, Forever, Cellbit, Baghera, Pomme, and Badboyhalo (I think thats everyone?) Show up. Right before they arrive, Quackity sarcastically says "perfect. Here everyone comes," then tells Cucurucho to disapear. Once they get there, he says "friends, friends!" And greets them, hapily saying "I'm back!"

Mike (I think) asks hin where he was, and he says he was with Cucurucho, against his will.

They ask where Cucurucho is, and he says he doesnt know, then asks if anything happened while he was gone, they said not much. He told them that he was taken, and told things, and it was hard. He then said he should probably step away for a moment, and would tell them later.

Forever follows him outside and asks "do you remember what I told you the day of the wedding?" Quackity responds "Forever, I can't talk right now, there are some things I meed to do. We can talk about that later, ok? Is tgat ok?" Forever nods his head to agree.

He runs a short distance away, out of earshot, and starts swearing in annoyance. He also realizes he doesn't have any items on him, and keeps running.

He is filling in new area on his map as he runs, meaning this Quackity has never been to the area outside the train station before

He keeps talking about how Cucurucho left him here with nothing, and didn't tell him about the map. He swears at Cucurucho

He finds a boat and sails for a bit, then gets out and runs again. He is looking for specific coordinates he was given

[sophieinwonderland]

hi o/ jus wana start by saying dis is jus semi incoherent rambling of a sleeby oupy who didnt get to eat 5 borgars for dinner.

i find the anti endo point of “just doing it for attention” so weird

for one its really disconected from real life, like, attention is a basic need fir our body, its why solutary confinment is such good tourture. its like saying “theyre just doing it to get food” :l dumb argument, evyone needs and withholding food because someones starving is an evil thing to do, an so is ignoring someone who’s in need of social interaction.

and two, its blatantly wrong. like, we’ve told 0 people irl about being a system, we’ve only told like, 3 online friends, and we never talk about system stuff with them still cuz we’re scared of loosing those friends for being too weird. we pretty much never post about it on our blog an besides the blog description no one wud probably ever know. the one time someone guessed we’re a system in a discord servr i had a full anxiety attack an avoided any interaction for 2 weeks even tho they were accepting, an then when we finaly went back to talking there i made sure we had any trace of system stuff wiped from the servr profile an deleted the messages that made them ask and only just showed that all again after 2 months of keeping everything hidden. we’re terrified of people we know knowing we’re a system or getting attention cuz of tgat.

tho we’re definitly on the extreme end for that (mostly me tbh… the social isolation and abandonment issues exo-memories and the body’s trauma from similar irl stuff deff made me super scared about this) but its a pretty similar experience for a lot of systems from wut ive seen where telling ppl is pretty much an act of compleat trust an usualy very anxiety inducing.

besides, if someone really wus just after attention, they could just post a incorrect fact online or a really dumb take. thats much easier an will get a lot more attention than faking being a system ever could. like, saying something like “reading is bourgeoisie” on a semi popular post will be a thousand times better at getting u attention than being a system ever could.

theres so much more i wana say about this, like the ableism inherent to that argument point, or the way its linked to child abuse, but phone keyboard is stupid and terrible and im too hungy to think well enough to write out those points properly an do them justice.

anyways, i hope u have a great day/night depending on when u read this.

Right! And if they're claiming people are wanting positive attention, I don't see that as being that hard either.

Like, if someone wants to talk to people on the internet about stuff, there are spaces out there for literally anything and anyone. You're not going to get more attention for being a system than you would for being outspoken in a fandom or a religion or any other social group you're a part of.

People who want attention... don't need to pretend to have people in their head to get it. And the attention you would get for that is often going to be negative because a lot of people are sanist and pluralphobic. But as you mention, it's not even the best way to get negative attention when there are so many actual troll-y things you can do.

You can find hundreds of communities online with people who will support you and give you attention for your takes on various topics! Or you can find hundreds more who will hate you if you push the right buttons!

There's just... no logical reason to fake being plural for attention.

And isn't this, again, the very same claims that have always been made against the LGBTQ community?

It's actually kind of funny how that happens, isn't it?

The people who are getting attention are generally the ones who most conform to society. It's not plural or trans people. It's the ones who do their best to fit in and be like everyone else in their group. Meanwhile, people who have identities that diverge from the norm are often left outcasts and shunned by peers.

And yet it's the latter group that's accused of attention seeking?

It makes no sense. 🤷‍♀️

[hogo-toko-blue]

What if Pecharunt's untold story was a lie?

There was new Pokemon Video related to Pecharunt on Youtube. Its about Pecharunt's untold story. It showed Pecharunt to be more symphatetitc. We saw that it does have a good intention, it want to take teal mask because its adopted old parents want to. It want the old couple happy. People sceptical for this after they know Pecharunt's true nature. Why did i belived that pecharunt's story is a lie? There is canon sources said Pecharunt pretend to be innocent to gain symphaty or followers.

Is it worked? Depending what you belived. Some belived Pecharunt was and always be narcisstic and manipulative jerk. I mean, that's what the pokemon truly is in a canon. Other said that Pecharunt was had good intention, but it's method was wrong and bad. So its's really mixed. So, does that mean that Pecharunt's whole secret story was wrong. Almost.... why? Even though it could be that whole story about pecharunt "did nothing wrong" is part of its propaganda and manipulation, there is something that hypotetichally or maybe TRUE, just too weak.

Okay let's go into a hint that which part that Pecharunt's considerably and hypothetically.... true. You can red it with a grain of salt in first section. 1. Ogerpon's masters In Ogerpon's true story, we only saw the man's sillouette in black. But we do know a bit that he wore a shirt and pants. It already confirmed tgat ogerpon and her master are outside of kitakami. We just didn't know which place. Some said they're from Paldea or unova. However we ginally got a hint what does the man's look like on Pecharunt's untold story. We saw him wearing yellow shirt and blue trousers. Altough we still didn't see his face again because his face was covered with mask or sillouette when he didn't wore the mask. Another thing i want to add is how he died. There was a post on teitter said that in the cave, there was a black spots in the ground. It's kinda same location with Ogerpon's master died. I speculated that he was not buried properly by Ogerpon or got creamated. But everything i said shoukd be grain of slat, but we do agree that his death is grusome and mysterious. 2. How the fight look like. We know that in ogerpon's story that the loyal three stolen the mask and implied killed Ogerpon's master. Though its just a black and white drawing there so we didn't know how the fight look like. But in Pecharunt secret story, we finally saw obviously how loyal trio stole the mask and how the full of bloodhsed fight truly looks like. Also when you saw Ogerpon and Pecharunt's interraction, not matter did she wear the teal mask or not, Ogerpon's language said that she want to kill that tiny peach for killing her master. And we saw again on youtube that Pecharunt does showed its true ugly cute face to Ogerpon in that fight before they met again. Okay, we finally go to next session. What was Pecharunt's true purpose to steal the mask. In untold stroy we telled that it want to make its old parents happy. But if we belived that was a whole lie, then what it's true purpose then? Pecharunt's whole purpose to steal the mask was.... nothing! Its just for fun. Maybe it though that the teal mask is pretty. Why did i said that. There's two hint for this theory:

1. In Mochi Mayhem, we saw Pecharunt's face was smiling and dacing a bit. It seems it ws in ahappy mood. It want to play and want to see player try to defeat nemona or found out that there were many possessed mossui people watch the tournament.

2. I told again in Ogerpon's tiny interraction. No matter she wear teal mask or not, Pecharunt's just barking and not biting. However there could be implied that Pecharunt want to rule mossui or maybe the world. I mean its categories said as Subjugation Pokemon. Long ago before its true face shown, many theory spread and intrepered Pecharunt is a scary looking pokemon. Until its kinda debunked that Pecharunt was just a trolling child who didn't thinking about the concenquences. Of course it still manipulative jerk, but its whole thing is that its almost short-willing purpose rather than long-willing. Not to mention that its english name is also came from word "Petulant", aka childish angry. I like this idea. Like its subvert about the mastermind trope we often seen in anime or serious cartoon. Also he kinda reminds me with Plankton from Spongebob Squarepants Franchises. Bonus, it seems Pecharunt's untold story is a more of unreliable narrator. I mean its not a new thing in fiction. Because in real life, everyone naturally tell something what happened to them in a diffrent angle and situation of them dispite being in same event, or if that narrator is a forgetful people or worse, an episodic liar. People thought that adding untold story of Pecharunt is just made to be sympahtized (maybe Game Freak want to made for that purpose), we already saw many villain got angsty backstory to make us symphatized with them. Its a trend now. But in my intrepetation.... it's a paradox. Paradox always meant to be there will never be right answer and its absurds. Villain's symphatetic backstory and how our reaction to it is also technically paradox. Someone's morality always to be debated if they're morally grey or misunderstood thanks to their angsty backstory and their whole questionable method to find what they want that are good reason. Pecharunt is a mythical that introduced in Pokemon Scarlet and Violet, and one of the main theme about it is Paradox. That's my whole thing about the Pecharunt's untold story's essays. I know there was something i can think and talk about but this is what i got now. It dosen't matter if you symphatized or still unsymphatized with Pecharunt, i do still like pecharunt. Its a cute gremlin. BYE!

[sowthetide]

heyyyyyyyyy im back (this is TeaInABowl). this is a bit late i guess but i havent been online in a few days (✨family crisis✨) snd just got caught up in reading the other asks. i wish you luck with your own family issues, little brothers are just Like That sometimes (i would know).

honestly the quen-verse is real. and its fucking with my mind. but i also have been having brainworms abt how much the story would shift with genderbending other characters. i dont want this ask to get too long and i know this is a sideblog for your quen fic but oh gids can i talk abt it pleaseeee

also you must have put some sort of spell on this story, i think. bc (here it comes) i dont ship throbb. and i dont like genderbent aus. yet… here i stand (???) i dont even remember how u found this fic, but it has me rooting for a ship that i found annoying on a good day???? ok maybe i should clarify, i dont like genderbent aus in modern settings, but asoiaf is such a gendered world tgat theyre actually interesting if done right (as you have!!!) and i dont HATE throbb i just. wasnt very fond of it. but one thing i DO love is whatever sort of gender fuckery theon has going on, so when i saw your story i thought “screw it, who cares abt the pairing, hell be at war snyway lmao i wanna see how many more problems squidboy can have” but now i want him back???? come home???? wheres the boy?????? our boy???

as for song recs, i have too many, and probably need to compile them in a more cohesive ask. in the meantime, its not quen related but i dare you to listen to “house of gold” by twenty one pilots while thinking of catelyn and robb. i fucking dare you.

"I should have known better. Asha knew how it went with little brothers... A little brother may live to be a hundred, but he will always be a little brother." Sigh. Truer words have never been written. I hope your family issues work out too! We are Fellow Strugglers in that.

The Quenverse is so real!!!!!! It's something goddcoward and I have discussed at length, including (but not limited to) full genderbend Throbb (with Quenlyn & Robyn) and the Ironborn-Tully "Let's Fuck Nasty" Initiative (with increasingly unhinged pairing up of Greyjoys/Harlaws and Tullys. This includes Alannys/Catelyn, Rod the Reader/Brynden the Blackfish, Gwynesse/Lysa, Aeron/Edmure, etc.) goddcoward also has a bunch incredibly fun AUs, including what has been affectionately dubbed "sigil furries", where the Greyjoys are actual humanoid cephalopods and the Starks are werewolf-maxing. Not to mention goddcoward's AU take on Quobb with arranged marriage, which they're still working on... ;-)

PLEASE talk to me about your vision!!!! Also PLEASE send any song recs you've got!!!!

I'm so incredibly flattered that this fic got you to like Throbb, even just for the purposes of this story. Also, confession: I didn't really like genderbends either- that is, until I started writing this story lol. I think it's just because I didn't feel like genderbends were often well-handled in ASOIAF fics, even for a world as Gendered as Westeros? (Not to say they all suck, I've just run into a few that I thought were... Ungood.)

Theon's experience with gender is so incredibly fascinating, and the prospect of him being born female raises so many interesting questions about who he would even be (and thus this fic was born lol). See vivacissimx's theon's gender was always broken, which is prob the #1 Theon Gender primer.

I'm also glad you came around to Robb, haha. You're sounding like Quen in my inbox: "now i want him back???? come home???? wheres the boy?????? our boy???" For a long time, I was mostly interested in Robb as a compliment to Theon and Catelyn's characters, but I've really come to appreciate him in his own right. I can't wait for all the tender Quen-Robb moments in the endgame of this fic 🥲

[lilaceas]

next, by any-other ballerina we always think like politicals &, 😱😣😴 loudly, thinking & thinking when we'd should to be that late o'clorck morning & dig diggin it up already studied by another hint & be proud we'd been so smart so... 💄💍 when choosen by little seconds & feeling free is a happy crying inside us because each from whose one's whosever we all one class & one school heart, we'd never be truly confident & too safe. 😅😄 we do care about beauty secrets inside our skinned groomy faces for to not like a music piece & i don't do shit, nomore like this i'm could be broken & beat up to a big student & sorry- this is a classical ballerina inside of oyr minds telling my regards, to be that older an older soul, 🍷🍴❤ is like... so crazy when get this tired so easily & when we'll home we devasted we sing all louder & only our smiles taken from family & friends fills our expression. 💖💞💗 some more hurts to not dance & hurts more given to ourselves in bones & wanting to do so many things like keep reading that old book high up our bedroom wall & not to be on she've your best friend; soulmates & as we always fallen in love like angels & givin' all from our feelings like... we-schooledeusch to not be visiting her/they again, she's so unbroken that's no drama that's no drama & we want drama...or, nothing? we'd been screaming inside our mind how'd hurt & aching costs to make me a schedeule-master class a Devorák favourite? if my money is better all pouring like snowflakes she'd been sayin' all this time we walk by parks & green leaves sweraodd & we never seen each other, again. we be livin' a fairytale we're not fairies to be tgat magickal that glsm we don't be disturbing a selfsteem head to turns it costs our strenght & i'm tryin g like no room in my space & my mind is twirning & somebody's to not look at me lookin' in at all of us like, anyplace where is she & she is you, to not explode like a sick teaching ballerina & not that better, one i could be? dig up dig up, Snowflakes. 🌠🌙🌚