#{{ i so desperately need them to interact }}

[egberts]

some people really don't like to hear that other people won't interact with them if they're rude huh

#be as in my face as you want #i have been down and out and had to humiliate myself for the sake of e begging too #i have had to deal with unfathomable circumstances that im sure people are going through now #and thats why they feel so desperate that they need to get a reaction by any means necessary #i fucking understand that #everyone vagueing me and aruging with me is ignoring that aspect in favor of saying it's respect politics #its fucking not #if youre an asshole even when you're desperate people will not want to help you im sorry that's just how it is #i learned this from experience #I know putting yourself out there is really really insanely hard and scary but if your reaction is to call me stupid #because i said i dont want to interact with posts where the op uses intentional guilt tactics to get traffic then. idk. idk #i know they need the traffic. i know. I reblog help posts whenever i see them oh my dash or mentions. I just #im trying to say that people will not respond well to guilt. and youre getting mad about that #because you know it's true

[edenfenixblogs]

Escapist Media Recs?

Going to bed soon but would love some recommendations of “safe” TV shows/movies/youtube channels and/or confirmation that they are “safe.” The hardest part of dealing with everything is constantly feeling like I’m in defense mode or don’t know who’s about to gut punch me.

My criteria for a “safe” escapist media are:

Has not said anything about the conflict and (if YouTubers) has not indicated anything about the conflict through their platforms

OR

If they HAVE spoken, they acknowledged pain of ALL civilians in the levant.

OR

Has not attacked/demonized/fomented hatred against Jews or Muslims or Arabs or Palestinians

Has not allowed hateful rhetoric against anyone on their platforms

Has expressed sorrow or sympathy for Jews or Israelis without adding a qualifier of BUT afterwards

So far, KoreanEnglishman/Jolly have seemed safe. I know Rev Chris posted something nice about Israelis and Palestinians and wanting peace.

Drawfee is pending until I can see how the livestream goes.

Are the Try Guys still ok?

Grace Helbig has been safe so far but she’s not purely escapism as she is very much Going Thru Stuff this year. But I’ve been watching her for ages and she’s wonderful.

Is it safe to watch Abbot Elementary?

Any other Recs???

I really just need to watch or engage with something where I don’t have anxiety about whether or not I’m gonna find out the people who write/act/produce the content are gonna turn around and start spouting dogwhistles and tropes.

What’s been calming for y’all? What have you found that gives you a moment of fucking peace?

I’ve read 13 books so far this year already. But i really just want to sit and watch something and turn my brain off.

Anti-Zionists, DNI. I know your feelings on this and about me. You’ve made your position clear. Not looking for a debate right now.

Just looking for something that takes my mind of all *gestures broadly* this.

#jumblr #no other tags #cuz I desperately want to not interact with anyone hostile #and as I’ve recently made clear #my irl social circle is basically nonexistent rn #and so I need to Ask The Internet and People Who Get It #seriously #If people have managed to shut the eff up #and just not mention politics #I would be thrilled #I don’t wanna fall in love with a character and find out the person who plays them actually thinks that every single Israeli kills babies

[beanghostprincess]

How bad do you think Franky's abandonment issues are? Do you think he spent the first few months he was with Tom terrified that he was going to do something wrong and Tom was going to abandon him like his parents did?

What happened to hello 😭 This is so painful all of a sudden out of nowhere-- But I love angst so I kind of appreciate it, ngl.

I do think Franky has pretty bad abandonment issues and also pretty awful self-esteem and guilt inside him. But he is also a person who has been able to build a reputation and a family on his own surrounded by people who actually do care about him despite everything, and he is pretty damn independent in that field.

But now (especially after Sabaody) even if the strawhats are strong, there is always this fear of losing them. All of the crew shares this feeling but Franky is after all one of the most emotional (despite his rational thinking, these things can go hand in hand) and cherishes family bonds like nobody. So of course he fears they're going to leave at some point because he lived all of his childhood believing the same thing and blaming himself.

Franky has people to rely on now, more than ever. Robin understands what it feels like to be left out and seen as a monster and Franky teaches her that no matter what, her existence could never be wrong. His bond with Usopp is just-- Perfect and I still believe he feels guilty for what happened between them at first but now it's just them being genuinely close. I'd like to see more of him and Sanji, too, especially after the Wano thing. And in general, Franky has close bonds with everybody around him and it's noticeable because he is a family man and because I feel he does this to make everybody feel included and loved. He makes his fear of being abandoned a strength, because this way he understands others better and makes them all feel part of the family.

So to answer this, yes, I think his abandonment issues are pretty damn bad but he learns to be (and makes him feel better) the one supporting and helping others instead. Franky is a after all a very protective person when it comes to the people he loves and now I feel like his only fear is them being taken away from him rather than him being abandoned by them. But feelings are not rational so Franky wondering and asking Robin (because they're married. I swear. I saw it) if they're going to leave him in a vulnerable moment is pretty plausible. I think it'd take a while before he opens up like that, though, because I feel he doesn't want to be a burden and prefers to be the one comforting others. But !!!!!!! I agree.

#i am a franky supporter franky lover franky apologist franky my beloved in general i adore him #we shouldn't assign gender/family roles to found family members bc it's stupid and found family is meant to go against nuclear family stuff #but damn franky is just so father coded in general it's not even a joke his whole character is meant to be like that #every interaction he has with the strawhats just feels so............. he is so fathering......... #he is the person you can rely on the most #besides idk brook and jinbe #after all they ARE the oldest of the crew and it's just logical that the younger people are going to see them as wiser people to rely on #and i love that bc they desperately need loving adults in their life #and franky is just so supportive and sweet to them it's insane #one piece #franky one piece #frobin #ask-bean!

[flowerakatsuka]

finally designed kuroba's siblings, erika & keshiki! they both live together in another ward of tokyo, with keshiki commuting to akatsuka for school.

( more info about them under the cut! )

erika yotsubana

kuroba's older sister, ~ 27 years old ( roughly 3 years older. ) she / her

an office lady working in the product development department of a commercial brewing company. her mature look and friendly personality makes her popular amongst her male coworkers, often driving a wedge between her and her female colleagues ( much to her lesbian dismay. ) osoko is one of her coworkers and has extremely one-sided beef with erika, who misunderstands them as being friends. she likes to rope osoko into drinking with her so they commiserate over work troubles together. named after the erica flower.

keshiki yotsubana

kuroba's younger brother, ~ 16 years old ( roughly 8 years younger. ) he / him

a 2nd year student at akatsuka high school who plans on going to medical school to become a sports medicine physician. he's on the quieter side much like kuroba back in high school, but is very passionate about sports ( despite not really being good at them himself. ) on the health committee and a manager of the school's baseball team, which is his favorite sport. he decided to live with erika over kuroba since her apartment had more space and also she doesn't have a plant hoarding problem like someone else. named after yellow poppies.

#i'm probably not gonna design their parents for now but grampa is definitely getting a design #he's pretty important to kuroba actually and also i imagine kara's interactions w/ him to be pretty funny #also i need to desperately draw osoko and erika's dynamic they're so funny #literally the '' when she thinks you're a hater but you're really just staring bc you're gay '' girls that's them #i wanna focus on kurokara first.... but osoka will happen at some point it's gotta #osomatsu-san #osomatsu-san oc #osomatsu oc #mj ocs #oc : erika #oc : keshiki #mj draws #osmt

[ehlnofay]

Pax should have said no.

Damn it all, they should have said no. Should have said go to hell and fucked off back – stop contacting me, sort out your own shit – but they didn’t, fuck knows why, and now they’re stuck here.

(They know why. They know exactly why; absolutely anything would be better than fucking off back to Cyrodiil. What’s for them there?)

But there’s nothing worth staying for here either, and now she’s crammed in between strangers on a long table, everyone dressed in fabrics she’s never seen with dyes so saturated they seem almost gory, eating stuff that isn’t food and talking loud enough to make her want to hurl a glass into the wall. It’s bizarre. The woman next to her, ruddy-faced and bald, wears a headpiece that shines like the sun the Isles doesn’t have; the other side is taken up by a stranger in a bone-white porcelain mask who has not moved but to swill the wine around in their glass. There’s scarcely room for Pax’s chair. It all feels like such a baffling pantomime of aristocracy (she's known the real thing well enough – feasts and toasts and luxurious gifts she had no use for, and if she doesn’t stop thinking about it she actually will throw a glass), bright colours and rich settings and a god taking offerings at the head of the table.

At least, Pax thinks, no-one tries to talk to him; they’re too busy fawning over their lord. Which is probably to be expected; but it all feels so strange, so unsettling, the way they all lean in towards it like flowers turning to face the sun, like seaweed dragged at by the inescapable pull of the tides. They grow towards it through the cracks in the air, matter moving toward the inevitable centre, as if they can imagine nothing more than this.

(Even more unsettling is the way it responds in kind, listening attentively to anyone who speaks to it, leaning in as though to kiss them, as though to swallow them whole. All hell, why did Pax agree to this? Why did they come?)

(They should have told it to fuck off. Should have said no way, I don’t want to help you, don’t want to get involved in anything you’d need my help for. I don’t owe you anything. I don’t need anything from you. I don’t want anything to do with you. I’m done.)

(Pax is done. Pax is sick to death of all this shit; doesn’t want to deal with this, the vaguely described problems of a god that picks people apart like it’s unravelling a thick yarn shawl. Doesn’t want to deal with anything like this. He’s had his fill of gods.)

(Why is he still fucking here? Why did he agree to this? This is no better than eating in that weird fucking inn in town. This is no better than –)

(That’s a lie. It’s a bit better than Cyrodiil. Just as much a shithole, but it pulls the rug out from under him often enough that he doesn’t have time to think too much.)

“Not hungry?” says a prowling voice, coiling catlike into the plaits in their hair, and Pax jumps enough to jostle the masked bastard sitting ramrod straight next to him.

He looks up.

At the empty placemat across from him sits a figure veiled in gossamer, glittering in the glow of the lit-up lichen on the distant throne; the fabric of its endless shawls pulls apart at the ends, peeling away from itself, shedding patches like iridescent insect wings every time it shifts. If Pax squints, they can see through it to the grand marbled wall behind.

She glances back at the chair at the head of the table, where something lounges, eyes dripping gold, intricately carved cane laid across its knees; its too-many fingers are laced with the hand of a man whose gown blooms floral. Flatly, she says, “What the fuck?”

“Aren’t you hungry?” Sheogorath asks, pouting; she can hear it laughing down the other end of the table. “It’s a proper feast. We pulled out all the stops.”

Pax shifts their eyes away to peer down at their plate. “You have served me worms,” she says. She flicks the dish with a fingernail. “In jelly. With flowers.”

“Larva, actually,” Sheogorath replies. It’s still at the other end of the table. It doesn’t seem eager to explain this. When it smiles, the gossamer falls away; its whole face splits in half.

It’s all so fucking stupid. Pax takes a deep breath – in through the nose, ignore all the odd spiced smells, and out – and does not yell at it, or try to hit it, because she’s gotten herself into a situation where that’s not really an option, because she’s a fucking idiot. Why didn’t she just say no?

(She knows why.)

The Mad God’s teeth flash bright as the ornate silver cutlery. Its chair scrapes back from the table. “It melts in your mouth,” it tells her, eyes glittering, “but I won’t make you try it. Walk with me?”

The figure still sits at the head of the table, snatching something from someone’s plate, always, always laughing. Its limbs sprawl like tentacles, like the silken threads of a tapestry, to encompass the whole room. The dinner guests stare as though bewitched, bedevilled, beguiled. Not one of them is looking at Pax. If he were to drop dead with his face in the food his corpse would not be discovered until sunrise.

Pax sniffs and shoves his chair back from the table. He lets Sheogorath (the second Sheogorath – but it must be, what else could it be?) lead him through a narrow door into some winding hallway, the walls lined and rimed with ornate coloured-glass windows. (It’s so much quieter. Still as garishly bright, but Pax is getting the sense that that is inescapable, here; the clothes they wear, as crumpled and covered in travelling-grime as ever and startlingly out of place against the odd jagged finery of the dinner party, seem unimaginably dull in comparison. Everything seems unimaginably dull in comparison.) Outside the windows, they can catch glimpses of the city – its winding, lamp-lit streets, the jumbled mess of its architecture, the sky arcing above it like a child’s attempt at watercolours. Pax wants to smash it, tear it down.

There’s no sun here, but still it’s night. The sky has shifted to purple and black.

“Isn’t it nice?” says their companion; when they look back, it’s nothing more than a shifting impression in the stained-glass window, a series of hairline cracks. It still manages, somehow, to smile at them.

It’s not. The sky is a shadow and the flamboyance of the palace is scraping at their spine. “Sure,” Pax says flatly. When she flexes her fingers, the bruising staining the base knuckle of her thumb aches.

Sheogorath looks at her – an ancient man leaning on a stick, a flickering painting, a bloody corpse, a little girl in velvet-red skirts, a breath. In its mercurial shifting she catches the flowery blossom of the man at the table’s collar, an unpleasant glimpse of her own braided hair, the smell of sulphur. It tips its head. She can’t focus on it anywhere but for the eyes.

“You don’t like my dinner parties,” it announces, as though it’s a revelation, a tragedy; its body crumbles like sea cliffs slowly eroded by the ways. It’s annoying – bloody obnoxious, and incomprehensible, and kind of weird that it noticed, that it would even care. (She’s never liked dinner parties. Nobody ever commented on it before.)

I’ve had well enough of them, Pax could say, or no, I don’t like you, but it’s the fucking Mad God, Daedric Prince of – Pax doesn’t even know what, he’s never known much about this shit, only that it’s well worth avoiding. Prince of the mad and the missing and the foolish, of breaking and breaking and putting yourself back together backwards. She should have said no, but she didn’t, and who knows what would happen if she went back on that now?

It's slinking closer. All that stay static enough to make out are eyes and teeth.

“Pax, yes?” it says, soft-voiced – a hand lands on his arm, small and dry and shivering, the skin as thing as a mouldering leaf. “You have no obligations here. If you want to be on your own, be on your own. We’ve plenty of space for it.”

Pax’s eyes narrow. He does not jerk away from it.

In the light of the coloured sky, the coloured windows, its face is phantasmagorical. “If you don’t want to be here,” it continues – still so skin-pricklingly gentle – “then your hand will not be forced. I’ll speed your way home if you wish.”

They can’t help but twitch at that. It’s setting their teeth on edge. (It’s lying – has to be. After its ages of coaxing them in, meting out information, not telling them where they were until they were on its doorstep, it would not give them the chance to leave.) Rough, still covered in road-grime, Pax asks, “Why should I believe you?”

(None of them have ever given them the chance to leave.)

Sheogorath, a figure of hollow skin and bone, inclines its head. “I wouldn’t lie to you, Pax,” it says. Its eyes are wide and bulging, whites on full display like a frightened horse; it grins again. “Others might. But we’re not a monolith. We’re not even especially similar.”

Pax bites down on the flat edge of their tongue. “That doesn’t mean anything to me.”

The light coming in through the windows flickers. The Mad God turns to meet it.

“I’m the youngest,” it says, its voice glittering like mist on the air. “Did you know that? I don’t remember the world without you in it.” Its form spasms, volatile, wings and limbs and eyes like a snail’s on stalks sprouting and choking and subsiding back into its mass. “I’m closer to you than any. I understand, almost.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Pax repeats. She’s gritting her teeth, tonguing at her gums where two are missing. Are two devil-gods not enough to deal with for a lifetime? Is there really going to be more of this now, too?

Rolling through the air like smoke, the voice says, “It will.”

Pax presses purple-green knuckles to her mouth. Her teeth dig into the soft meat of her lip.

Sheogorath turns to face her, hair moving as though blown by the wind, as though tugged by the tides. It sighs. “You don’t believe me,” it says. Its tongue pokes through its teeth. “That’s perfectly fine. Clever, even. But if you want to leave, all you need to do is tell me so.” It pauses, then; the train of its strange, gnarled crown shifts over its shoulders when it moves its head. “Or just leave. The door is still open.”

“You’d be fine with me just leaving,” Pax rasps around his knuckle, “after weeks of not leaving me alone?”

(Of begging him to come, poorly-hidden agitation giving way to blatant franticness, half-swallowing the fear that choked its face in every mirror it spoke to him through. Of begging him still, after he got here, after he met it – begging in a roundabout manner, casual as anything, its every motion reeking of fear. Its abject terror when he turned to leave. You’ve come this far. Why not hear an old man out? Pax told it that it wasn’t an old man, that he didn’t give a shit either way, and it slid through a child, a monster, a sulphur-burned body coughing blood, his own shuddering form in armour he hasn’t seen in months, and it said please.)

(Regained its composure, its gentleman’s face, immediately afterward. But it – the Mad God, unknowable, inconsolable – said please. Pax still doesn’t know what to do with that.)

The Mad God, now, shrugs. Taps at the hairline cracks in the stained glass windows. “I’d prefer you didn’t,” it says, one pair of hands braiding something intricate into its beard. The hand on the glass slips down. “I told you. I do need a champion.”

“And I told you,” Pax bites, something aching and ugly surging in their gut, “not to call me that again.”

A smile, bloody-mouthed and beaming. “But we will abide,” says Sheogorath, and digs its fingers into the cracks of the stone. One brick slides loose, mortar dug up under its nails. It offers it up.

Pax licks their teeth and takes it.

The brick shivers, momentarily – crumbles, in their hand, like sand slithering through their fingers, and left in their palm is a hardy slip of bone. Spiked and sprawling, carved with intricate patterns; it arranges itself around an oval of empty space, the perfect size for four sharp-knuckled fingers.

“You can always leave,” the Mad God tells them, and for a moment it does look so very young and strangely, staggeringly hopeful. “But give it a chance. I think you could love the Isles, if you choose to.”

#for context - in my version of events sheogorath's recruitment of the HoK is a lot more active #it needs someone who can fulfill the metaphysical niche of the hero. it needs someone experienced enough that they might not even die tryin #and it needs someone desperate enough to take the deal #pax is fifteen years old has alienated everything that maybe could have been a support system and is grieving very badly. #perfect mantling material!! #so sheogorath pursued them very specifically and was very judicious about what they revealed when. which is why pax already has some kind o #relationship with it here - they've interacted before - in that for weeks pax's reflection has been constantly begging them to 'visit' #writing the interactions of these guys is a lot of fun because there is always so much sheogorath is keeping from pax. it is #extremely strategic in how it presents itself #and pax falls for it hook line and sinker. though we can't really blame them #it's hard to outsmart something that's in your head #and at this point pax is pretty much made up of their worst impulses #which sheogorath cannot and does not help with #see: this piece #“I would NEVER make you do something you don't want to do <3 if you'd like to go back to your miserable self-destructive hellscape that's #YOUR CHOICE. but wouldn't it be more fun to be regular destructive here... i made you brass knuckles... 🥺“ #im obsessed with them #the elder scrolls #tesblr #tes #my writing #fay writes #oc tag #pax #oblivion #shivering isles #the shivering isles

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

In the lights out AU somebody either some dumb teenagers or previous workers need to go and turn that breaker on surely the employees can see "Oh hey! There's no lights on but we know those puppets are alive. Maybe they don't know what a breaker is?"

(Sure this may mean some people get mauled by muppets but I really want interaction between humans and these fuzzy gremlins the image of someone taking Wallys club going "No Wally you don't hit people don't you remember that from [Insert episode number/title here]")

OH trust me its gonna go a lil differently than that but there Are people who get involved. especially One person. and kinda her fam. also this ask is really funny... someone referencing episodes... Wally would absolutely know what they're talking about (he has so many of them memorized) and he Would feel chastised

#also um. lil spoiler implication but at that point wally is uh. not available to hit people with his bat oopsiesssss #or is he? god i just. thats something im fighting myself on #basically When do i need to remove him from the equation #bc having him interact with a friendly human would be suucchhhh a dynamic #bc hed be so desperate to befriend and please them but then the knowledge that humans Abandoned him & his friends would combat that #but then id need to fuck around with when act two starts #rambles from the bog #wh lights out au #i mean... if i move That over There... i guess i could manage to combine it all #agh no no it still doesnt work. fuck! gonna have to think on this #cause if the human comes in before act two she'd just turn on the lights and i Cannot allow that

[catboyfurina]

Idk what precisely to call it since honorifics aren't Pronouns but vertin using she/her while routinely being addressed as Lord, sir, etc is soooooooo 🥰 it's like mixed pronouns but not.

#beeep #i love reverse 1999 #like shes not a he him lesbian but like yknow !!! #theres not a quick and easy shortcut for it but shes definitely sapphic and im leaning more lesbian hc than bi tbh !!!! #(which btw bi women can also be gnc and use he him in a wlw way) #(i just think vertin lesbian) #(but i KNOW shes sapphic) #AND HOW SHES USUALLY a my lord SPECIFICALLY when addressed by the girl so down bad for her???? gay as fuck #<- this isnt spoilers bc all the women wont her #well okay thats not precisely true. but a great deal of them do #anyway. i just hope that it isnt a translation error bc goes crazy ahhhh #shes a gentleman..... #and also i think vertin needs to meet a guy who isnt evil bc (possibly nb) lesbian and trans guy bestie duo is one of my favorite tropes #but so far she only interacts with evil people and or girls that wont her 😔😔😔 #which is so valid but also 😔😔😔 vertin u need platonic friends too. friends that arent desperately hoping you will push them out of danger #and land on top of them and gaze into their eyes #(or just hoping to make out) #(there are both types of wonts her in this game) #(along with a secret third kind) #anyway #rhvjvdjgdjvbjdbkrbkdjb vertin #i have to. be a person. i have to be a person but instead my brain is just full of WOW GAME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #anyway vertin has like. fancy oldtimey gentleman gnc going on #not so gnc by modern standards that it would make Certain People mad but enough that it is making Me very happy #and i just !!!!! cannot get over how genius it is to combine sheher pronouns with traditionally masculine terms of address!!!!!!! #shes so gender. not my gender but she has so much gender #i love vertin and i love regulus and i love druvis and i love the fool and i love tooth fairy who isnt out yet but i saw her in that one vid #eo #i was expecting to play this so casually like stick it on my phone and then i can do it while waiting for class when im there a few minutes #early but i do Not feel casual about this at all!!!!!!!!!!!! <- i think i got hyperfixated lads

[nilesmoon]

infinite wealth if sawashiro said "who gives a shit about ebina im going to hawaii with ichi" and then the rest of the game is a family vacation

#Ok so here's my dream scenario. It starts w kicking kiryu out of the narrative bc girl. I love the guy but he does not need to be here!! #kicking him out of the narrative also banishes the ebina stuff. I'm still keeping him around but #he'll be basically built up to be the main antagonist of 9. We're ONLY focusing on the cult stuff for 8 #the way 8 closes him off is already sequel bait so give him a proper focus game w 9 #Anyways now that that's out of the way. My worstie sawashiro does indeed become a party member. #His moveset is mostly blade damage w some blunt damage mixed in. YES I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT GAME MECHANICS #His singular elemental move is him flicking a cigarette at the enemy. Yes this is based off of that one scene w ichi in 7 #ANYWAYS I HAVE MANY IDEAS I CANT TYPE THEM ALL OUT RN BUT. FAMILY VACATION ARC. PLEASE #ITS INSANE TO ME HOW KASUGA 'I LOVE MY FAMILY' ICHIBAN WAS NOT ALLOWED TO PROPERLY INTERACT W HIS FAMILY??? #AND THE MAJORITY OF SAWASHIROS CONFLICT INCLUDED CAST MEMBERS WHO DIDNT GIVE A SINGLE SHIT ABOUT HIM???? #I keep thinking back on that scene where ebina shows him passed out on that chair and THE INTENDED AUDIENCE FOR #THAT SCENE WAS AN OCEAN AWAY LIKE GIRL. WHAT WAS THE POINT??? #well another perspective of that scene would be that sawashiro would be glad that ichi wasn't the one that came to rescue. which is. Misery #me when characters are defined by their guilt 💥💥💥💥😵💥💥💥😵‍💫💥💥💥😱💥💥💥💥😫💥💥💥 #Well. If y'all read all these tags. thanks. If anyone is curious about this self indulgent au that I've created feel free to hit me up #(Please hit me up I'm desperate to talk abt the arakawa family misery and I deeply wish this game was even more miserable) #rgg #nile talks

[crimeronan]

having so many girl blorbos at once is like. i'm going to get a good grade in being really obsessed with shit that only 3 other people on earth care about enough to have established headcanons, something that's both normal to want and possible to achieve,

#thank goodness i write about 80% of them interacting with the mainstream male faves or i'd be a goner #i say that in a tongue-in-cheek way but actually #when i want people to actually read my f/f stuff or my platonic stuff.... i DO put men in it #sometimes in the background sometimes in the foreground #the exact same way i get people to read my poly fic by baiting them with the mainstream monogamous ships #and my fic is largely mainstream fandom these days for a reason. if i didnt want immediate gratification i'd be writing about my OCs #who are also.... all crazy dykes. i don't have it in me to make a token man for a fandom to get attached to. #devin WAS a man until it became so clear that she is not. we need more desperately sick tired angry transfem all pronouns failwomen #it's a tough job out here for someone who's crazy about women but someone's gotta do it

[freebooter4ever]

i send my friend suggestions of tourist places to see in his new country (his contract was extended, lucky him!) or messages about friend of friends i have living there that he could maybe meet for fellow americans to talk to, and his response is always that he doesnt have time. and not in that exaggerated way that people do to seem busy. but in that bone tired way i recognize from him here in LA, that i recognize in myself.

#jrnlsht #i watch the lives of my friends who have Made It on social media and its like looking through glass into another world i cant relate to #theyre so happy and confident and successful and its beautiful #you know whats a funny thing about LA #so many people on the on*line da*ting apps put *successful* on their list of requirements in the people they want to date #like theres a bar of entry and if you haven't reached a certain goal post like... blue check marks on your social media or a level of wealt #then they arent even going to want to get to know you #and its so antithetical to how i was raised i cant even comprehend #and yet i see it happening to my own relationships #in pittsburgh i had friends from literally ALL walks of life from people who made even less money than me to comfortable to fairly wealthy #here my friends are almost entirely of one professional class #and i have been observing how my hyper wealthy friends self select in who they interact with to maintain this wealthy bubble around them #i dont think it's entirely intentional but its also not not intentional if you know what i mean #anyway its one of the reasons i fucking loved the talk on saturday oh my god those two were a breath of fresh air i needed so much #these smart genius dudes built their own life and instead of constantly looking up for more and more personal gain #they paused and looked at the people still desperately trying to rise #and were like if i have gotten this far why cant i help you do it too and then they DID IT they actually started helping #i think that is the true meaning of success

[actual-sleeping-beauty]

I having lots of emotions about not graduating this spring this evening and I don't appreciate it.

#my friend just got offered a national parks job #which is what he's wanted for years #we took a class together two falls ago and he was talking about it then #and i am so so happy for him #he has worked his ass off and deserves it #but i am also so sad for me #i feel like i've lost so much time to being sick and like i haven't accomplished the things i wanted to in college #but everyone else around me is #national parks jobs. fulbright finalists. grad school applications. editor of the school paper. starting a band. getting engaged soon. #idk i know this will pass and five years from now this will not seem like a big deal #but right now it is so heavy #and also i'm pretty lonely in my real life right now #my roommate spends so much time with her boyfriend who lives an hour away #my other friends are so busy i rarely see them #i don't live on campus anymore so i don't have a nearby community #i get most of my social interaction with my residents at work #and i love them but i do desperately need other kinds of social interaction #anyway everyone ignore this

[transingthoseformers]

This works too because part of Whirl's character arc is growing into an emotional support for Cyclonus and becoming somewhat of a voice of reason for him about his relationship with Tailgate.

Plus Whirl is willing and at all times ready to call Rodimus out on his shit at any point.

Rodimus meanwhile can and has been shown to be able to be responsible and is intelligent only loosening up when he has others (Drift, Magnus, Megatron, Ratchet) there as back ups. He lead Ironhide-Wheelie-Sunstreaker on the quest to get the Matrix back and was able to convince and lead half of the wartine Autobots to leaving Earth (including convincing Prowl to listen to him) and work with the Decepticons on a plan.

Swerve meanwhile is a doctor and a bit wary which would balance the other two out because they'd both be forced to account for their smaller and less experienced teammate. He also is now fully willing to counter and argue against Rodimus's plans if he thinks they are to reckless post-Rung Decapitation.

So what I'm saying is Roddy-Whirl-Swerve would make an unexpectedly boss team up if they could get into the groove.

And also I think subjecting them to the worst most batshit different continuity like Cartoon G1 or TFA or Unicron Trilogy would lead to maximum carnage and hilarity.

Yessssss

I think sending this team into g1 would be so fun as generation one is just. Downright bonkers. They will constantly compare the mecha to the ones they have on the ship, or well how different they are. Dear Primus will mtmte Megatron be so tired at hearing what g1 Megs was like.

#maccadam #transformers #mtmte swerve #mtmte rodimus #mtmte whirl #tf g1 #transformers animated #g1 megatron #mtmte Megatron #one of them calls one of the g1 mecha hot and the other two are like ''... really?'' #so many pictures #i will never forget the gold dip (or was it electrum dip?) #or the time the weird squishy metal plants made menaces of themselves #i so desperately need them to interact with the g1 decepticons

[yellowymellon]

saw argenti's trailer and NOW I SUDDENLY HAVE A CRAZY URGE TO WRITE A GENSHIN HSR FANFIC JUST SO I GET MY FAV CHARACTERS TO INTERACT

#i desperately need furina and argenti interaction #THEATRE KIDS #love them so much #star rail #hsr #genshin #melon brain rot #cuz i plan to brain rot again #hsr argenti #genshin furina

[ablazeinhim]

feeling like such a loser lately and like is it the winter or is the introversion or is it the disability???

#for a while now its been so hard for me to discern if social stuff is hard because im ND or because im an introvert #theoretically i love parties but im horrible at them on my own #i dont know what to say or how to start conversations #i desperately want to mingle and talk to people and have a god time but idk how to start that interaction #esp because i dont love talking about my work/home life (bc it makes me feel like a loser!) so i dont want to ask people about their work #in case they reciprocate and ask me about mine #also the masking #the masking is exhausting #! #the ND masking not covid masking!! #im afraid ill have nothing to add to a conversation #im afraid when i do speak up that ill ramble about something no one cares about or talk fkr too long or being jn skmething that feels like #non sequitur and ill watch peoples eyes glaze over as they scan the room for others to talk with #i have no social anxiety about like asking for help or directions or “hey where did you get that pizza it smells so good” #or “omg i love your outfit!!!” #but in a room full of people who sort of know each ither #or like p much any space where there are clumps of people talking and im not in any of them? #i feel like a bother and incompetent #i crawled out from under my rock for my only social engagement this month and theyre on their 3rd of the day and loving it #hoping eventually i wont feel the need tk mask so much. i know that makes things so much harder #=

[spinspoon]

hihi look at my ocs boy /silly

ooih you wanna ask me about them so bad oohh /silly /nf

#they literally never interact within their respective canons but also i need them to interact desperately #spinspoon draws #kaldar thorin (oc) #karter hale (oc) #dennis wyoming (oc) #doodles #MY SKRUNKLIES !!! #also i did the study of the m all next to eachother 1 bc i needed proper updated refs for them and 2 bc they were all originally #based on me (all of them were for rps of sorts) and they evolved into their own things and i wanted to show #how i differentiate them so they dont all just Look Like Me

[autismvampyre]

im still lonely but im pushing thru it

#like i cant think or talk abt how isolating it is and how i missed my formative years only to be bullied by actual children #bc if i do i will cry. i cant talk about how once again my classmates parents have judged without knowing me and are banning their kids from #interacting with me. it isnt new. but i used to not be alone thru all that and now i have no one. i feel pathetic bc im important to no one #im desperate to be codependent. ik its bad but i just want to be understood by someone who needs me as much asi need them bc i never had tha #ive never been the first priority. i want to be so badly. theres so much love inside me and i need to let it out to someone but im paralyzed #by my own fear #nydia vents #nydias post