#Though I'm very very happy you did

[mama-scarebear]

Did I send an anon so I could submit a cute picture? Perhaps 😋

#submission #Sneaky sneaky you #Though I'm very very happy you did #Honestly I think you may have started a new chapter of this blog #Occasional tasks and maybe even themed days for submissions #Oh the ideas are flowing #You look lovely as always little one and I hope you enjoyed yourself in taking this for me #I know I'm enjoying looking at it

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

"See you tomorrow"

MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 4 [prev parts]

#better drawn mdzs #MDZS Disco Elysium AU #mdzs au #Lan wangji #wei wuxian #yiling laozu #Happy Belated Halloween! #digital art #Thank you all for your patience as I drove myself into a madness only known by those lost at seas alone. #I put a lot of time into this one! It's not perfect but I am very happy with it + I am so happy to put down the tablet pen. #Digital art has some nice features but I'm sticking with traditional! I need a month to recover from the 2+ weeks of torture. #Okay lets talk about the AU and the comic now #Disco elysium has some of the best existential-horror-dream sequences I have ever seen. #The dialogue here is heavily inspired by The Final Dream - A scene I'd love to talk about more were it not so heavy with spoilers. #My AU is a lot more complex than a simple character swap but I really felt like LWJ + YLLZ fit this scene. #The final dream is about being unable to move on from a lost love. From something You made holy. From something You ruined. #It is about realizing that no matter how smart you are or what you offer or how you try to change - #You will never be able to turn back time. You will never ever be able to fix what is broken. That you also have been broken for a long time #You are a fuck-up who worships the nail covered ground of someone who did not want to be holy. And even though it hurts- #You cannot let this nightmare go. The pain keeps the love close. It is worse to forget. You promised to remember. #WWX died thinking LWJ disliked him. LWJ lost someone he thought was revolted by his love.

[inkly-heart]

Do you have a group discord server? If others want to chill and interact with you. Just wondering

That aside just hoping you’re doing okay Blastic. Still, if you’re not your gotta a lot people care about you.

I look forward to seeing how the rest of the game goofs.

—goofball anon

I don't and sadly I don't think I will make one. It would be fun to interact with people who enjoys my work and wants to chat with me but I just feel it would be too much work for me to handle a discord server. So at least for now I'm not planning to make one.

#and how I've been doing?? #there been ups and downs #maybe bit better?? At least compared to what it was when this month started #I felt so numb for some reason #I just wanted to lie in bed and do nothing because nothing was making me happy. Not even drawing or playing games #I do still get these kind of days but it hasn't been that bad and I have got some amount motivation back to draw again at least #wanting to play games though still have been very low #but I'm taking small steps #I'm also sorry for not having much good news and that I've been so quiet nowadays #I just been struggling a lot what to say and anxiety isn't making things any easier #but I want to thank everyone who are still here hanging around and enjoying my work #even though I have these struggles I'm happy that you guys still want to support me<33 Thank you<33 #not sure did I word these right but I tried my best #and I will also do my best not to give up and keep on going 🌱 #ask #anon

[imarvelatthestars]

Come Away With Me

Pairings: Fives x Reader, background Echo x OC

Content: fluff + light angst (I didn't mean for it to happen, it just did, but there's always a happy ending!), some suggestive flirting

It’s not until he gets here that Fives realizes perhaps he’s a bit more talk than he is action when it comes to all this. He surveys the cabin as if it were a battlefield – a sitting room and a fireplace, a wood-burning stove, and the small cot in the back corner, mostly buried in stacks of quilts. This is out of his area of expertise, and he can claim to be a romantic all he wants, he can watch cheesy holos ‘til he’s blue in the face, but it won’t change the fact that before you, there was never much of a chance for romance in his life. So this? Sure, it’s exciting, sure it makes him feel a little giddy, but it’s still new. Different. Entirely foreign.

He imagines Echo isn’t faring much better.

“Where‘re the girls?” he asks into his comm.

It crackles for a minute before his brother picks up. “Back at the speeder. Giggling, last I heard.”

That makes Fives smile. You’re having fun and that’s what this trip was all about. Well, mostly.

“Told you this was a good idea.”

“Bantha shit, you’re as nervous as I am, and you know it.”

He flops about for an excuse, but ultimately falls short. There’s no point in hiding things from Echo, not when they’re both in the same metaphorical boat.

“What are we doin’, Fives?”

The half-hearted laugh that comes out of him is remarkably weak. “Wish I knew. Sounded like a good idea at the time.”

It had been soon after your 18th date – not that he was counting, of course – and you’d been snuggled up in his lap back at your place, tracing meaningless shapes over his heart and steadily wrapping him around your little finger. And he’d blurted out the one thing he’d sworn he wouldn’t, the thing that had been lingering in the back of his mind for a couple weeks now.

“Come away with me.”

It was a freedom he’d never had during the war. He went where he was ordered and that was that. Then came the Chancellor’s demise, the CRP act. Real, tangible freedom to be whoever he wanted to be, do what he wanted to do. And he met you and he just knew.

“For Life Day. Let’s get off this stupid rock and go somewhere nice, my treat.”

He didn’t have enough credits to pull it off on his own, not without Echo’s help, and that had eventually morphed into a double-date situation. He’d bring you, Echo would bring his girl, and it would be the perfect, romantic getaway he knew you’d both love.

“Well,” his vod says after a moment, “we’re here now. And they’re happy. Can’t be too bad, eh?” Fives nods. “I guess not.”

He's in his head the whole day. He's here with you, of course. Of course he is. He sees you and Echo's girl building your suspiciously trooper-like snowbeings, he sees you with snowflakes in your eyelashes, he sees how you smile and hears how you laugh, and he falls in love a dozen more times, but at the same time his heart and his mind are far away. Because surely this happiness can't last? Where's the catch? He's lost so much, too much. Brothers that never saw beyond their first post, brothers that never found their own names. He's almost lost himself in this war, and you keep dragging him out whenever he finds himself stumbling, but how... how long can this last?

He watches his brother smile, watches his brother bask in the love he's found, and then Fives watches you dote and tease and play, and he wonders a million different what-ifs in the time it takes for a mug of cocoa to come to a boil.

"Drink up," you say, and your voice manages to rouse him from his worries, if only for a moment. "It'll help."

Fives raises a brow. "Help with what?" and he thinks he does an excellent job of pretending he's not at all bothered by the overbearing depths of his own mind.

You shimmy yourself into the corner between the arm of the sofa and the open space of his underarm and torso, a space made just for you. No one else will ever fit there like you do. You rub your thumb over the lip of your mug as you watch him cautiously do the same.

"You're far away today, baby." It's barely more than a whisper in his ear, but the weight of it is heavy. Fives pulls back a bit, startled and yet resigned to your understanding, and you smile. "I know you. Whatever's bothering you, let it go."

"It's nothin', mesh-"

"It's not nothing. Not with you. But whatever it is, it can wait for tonight." When you rest your head atop his chest, he finds the gentle pressure sobering, stabilizing, a reminder not to get himself lost in the darkness when the lightest, brightest thing he's ever known is right here in front of him. "Be with us. With me."

He snuggles the tip of his nose in your hair and smiles as he inhales the scent of your shampoo. "Yeah? That what you want, baby?"

Perhaps you're right. (He knows you are.) He'd just been so worried about this, about what this trip meant, what it symbolized. Another step forward, another step deeper into the forest of his feelings for you.

Your eyes are sparkling in the firelight of the approaching evening. "Mm, that's what I always want, trooper."

Fives nods sagely. "Not to worry, mesh'la. I've got you."

"Good. Y'know, it's pretty cold out there. I'd hate to get stuck in any sudden storms." You cast a gaze over your shoulder that says you're concerned, but he can see it in the way you can't even pretend to hide your smile that you're faking, playing. "Whatever would we do with ourselves?"

"Probably have to find some way to keep warm. Wouldn't want to freeze, now would we?"

"What are you two whispering about over there?" calls Echo, whose normal tone suddenly sounds like a storm after the quiet rush of affection and tension you and Fives have been building up the last minute.

You smirk, and Fives swear his heart stops at the sight of it. "That would be telling, wouldn't it?"

Echo just rolls his eyes. "Kriff, never mind, don't wanna know."

Fives echoes your sentiments as he settles his mug on the nearest flat surface. He needs you closer, needs to feel you. His fingers slip beneath them of your sweater to splay against your skin. It's a barely noticeable movement, but then again, his brother's an ARC. Not much gets past him.

"'s gettin' late, vod," says Fives as he hungrily eyes the line of your throat. "You and Anjali might wanna head over t' your bunk for the night."

The fire crackles for a few moments as the suggestion is mulled over. Fives is utterly lost, yes, but this time he's lost in you. The rest of the galaxy is little more than a blur to him.

Later, when his brother's asleep and the night winds howl, when he's built you up and up and up and made you swear into the pillows, he'll tell you exactly what he's been so anxious about, tell you just how much you mean to him. But for now... for now, he'll settle for this, for the warmth of a shared fire and for family found.

prompt(s): fives + "baby, it's cold outside" inspired (and also featuring some echo!)

secret santa/life day recipient: @literallyjustanerd

@cloneficgiftexchange

#fives x reader #arc trooper fives x reader #fives x you #arc trooper fives x you #star wars #tcw #fives #arc trooper fives #x reader #christmas au #life day #this was my first time writing for fives and it shouldn't have been as hard as it was yet here we are #i did have fun though and it was nice to dive into what fives' thoughts might be like #i'm not super happy with it but alas. my brain has failed me #i'm very very sorry it's a day late but i do hope you still enjoy it!!!!

[mokeonn]

One of my favorite things about being in my early 20s is that I'm starting to understand that I can use things not for their intended purpose. When you're growing up, you get told what an object is and what its intended purpose is, and as a kid/teen, I just accepted all of it at face value. As a young adult it's finally clicking that I can simply do things a different way if it makes me happier. Sure, I was taught that you stand to take a shower, but there's nothing stopping me from just sitting if I don't feel like it, ya know? I might have always had my medication in the kitchen, but if I'm no longer remembering to take it, I can just move it somewhere where I can remember. You don't have to specifically store all food in the kitchen, you can have a little snack cart or snack station in another room.

The downside to finding out the various ways you can use objects is that you develop habits that would probably go on an r/relationships post where everyone says you're a little freak.

#simon says #i just developed a new habit (it's too tmi to put here) and I just know that it's some weird shit #it works and it makes me feel better so I'm gonna keep doing it #but it's some shit that would end up viral where everyone would go 'yo op you should break up with them thats weird' 😔 #i was just thinking about this though because every week or so I learn that I can just do what I want #because there's no fucking object use police I can do what I want #i HIGHLY suggest getting into this habit. if you find something annoying or frustrating you can just do it differently #'I hate washing the dishes because my legs hurt from standing for so long' you can bring a chair and sit or you can break it up into chunks #like on the one hand I'm learning this because I have autism and a plethora of other mental disorders #and it's FINALLY clicking that I can self accommodate whenever and however I so please #I'm just sorta learning that if doing something makes me feel better/happy/gets the job done to do that thing #even if it requires using an object in an odd way #hell there's even some little things I've been playing with #for example: my whole life we sorta just lifted blinds only about halfway up #just sorta how we did it ya know #well recently I decided I wanted more natural light in the sunroom/my office so I wouldn't have to turn on the lamp #and I lifted the blinds all the way up to the very top #and honestly?? it fucking rules. the room looks nicer; i get natural light; i can see the forest out back and it's quite calming and nice #like for ages I just never thought about doing that because it just never occurred to me that I could #i just always put blinds about halfway up because that's about how high blinds do in my household #another little one I learned is that I can just... wash my hair #sometimes when I get too depressed or if my body doesn't need a shower but my hair is greasy #I just shove my head under the bathtub facet and wash my hair #it's just a small thing but for years if my hair needed to be washed I would just take a full shower #now I just fix my greasy hair. bc greasy hair is a huge ick for me but sometimes my body is still clean or im too tired to fully shower #like there's nothing stopping me from doing that and it doesn't hurt anyone. it's just a way of bathing that I wasn't taught #but yeah those are some recent examples of me learning I can just... do stuff differently #the free will is kicking in babes and it has decided I love finding ways to use things differently #it's why im doing a bg3 run where I just press loot all no matter what and use whatever I can in odd ways #anyways I might delete this later might not who knows

[oreegaanoo]

Once again I am fueled by comments from my thesis supervisor and feel like I can actually do this thing hell YEAAAAHHHH

I CAN WRITE THIS THING!!! I CAN DO IT!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHH

#imagine a drawing of me going all feral that's me rn #I get so hyped every time I meet him even though all his comments are like “this is okay” and “what did you mean by this”-- #then followed up by discussions and improvement suggestions and I get so excited about writing it all suddenly #like!!! what is this!!!! #it's probably because I get to actually talk about my thesis and in detail with someone who understands it? probably? #most likely now that I think about it. I don't have a lot of friends who study the same thing so I can't talk about these things in depth #(but I'm also very happy to have those friends who don't understand but listen to my ramblings about it <3 ) #p #and also also like. I am about 45 pages into this thing. I am so far. I have wanted to just drop it for the past month or so but!! I'm so-- #--far!!! holy shit!!! that's amazing my guy!!! you're doing well!! just need the clean up and some clearer explanations and that's it #it's not going to be two more years of this it's going te 6 months MAX #most likely 4 months of work with 1-2 months after for the grading and checking process when i don't have to do shit #I only have this thesis; one essay that is 75% done; and one spanish course I'm taking end I'm done!!!! I will cry when that happens!!

[rottysphere]

Nervous

#resident evil village #ethan winters #very very anxious rn so I'm projecting sorry eef <3 #I've never drawn his other scars properly before because i keep forgetting their placement #you have so many body trauma my guy it's ridiculous #feels good to draw bunethan again though he makes me happy #critter scribbles #also did you know that body terror song by ajj is about ethan..

[tethered-heartstrings]

so excited for your priest au hannibal fic... religious trauma and the inherent sexiness of catholicism and also loving every last bit of hannibal content mix well.

I didn't realize just how horny catholicism was until I started writing this fic. three of my mutuals are (ex)catholic and it has been a very wild ride talking to them and bouncing off ideas

I tried to incorporate their characters as much as I could since canon events couldn't be easily added in (hannibal becomes a priest before he meets will) but his obsession with god is palpable

#did not know so many people wanted priest hannibal fic i'm 😳 #very happy though and hope i dont let yall down <33 #its on the shorter and and i squeezed as much smut as i could fit lol #ty for showing interest ily <33 #anonymous #the curious clown #like for a sex repulsed religion you sure made confession the horniest thing possible

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: January 14

"Diva's Lament (Whatever Happened to My Part)" from Monty Python's Spamalot

#song of the day #two hours in a car + four hours in a different car + eight hours on the train + two hours in yet a different car(truck) and now home! #it was a good trip and I'm glad to have done it (actually there's a couple people I didn't get to see so I could've gone for longer) #but today was big stinky balls and I'm so glad to be home at last #the cats are very happy to see us and my poor plants. my poor plants. maybe actually I could not have been gone any longer. #I left such detailed notes on watering but it didn't occur to me to also specify that they should be allowed /light/ my poor plants #anyway our train stopped dead for half an hour outside DC while they changed motors and it was so dark and cold and boring #and I thought 'what's a song I might know all the words to that I've never tried to remember without backing. a nice test song' #and for some reason I came up with Spamalot! a very fun musical #I do indeed know all of the Diva's Lament though I couldn't get You Won't Succeed on Broadway all in the right order #Duncan did ask me what I was thinking about and I got to deliver a couple Diva's Lament lines deadpan #'they've been out searching for a shrub / out shopping for a bush! well they can kiss my tush! / seems to me they've really lost the plot' #no better nonsense than Spamalot

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Be Careful what Hobby you Choose

Summary: Hobbies are important. Marc needs one. He's driving the other two crazy. Maybe they should have thought twice...

Warning:  None

Word Count:  1492

Word Prompt: Cupcake

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It was decided early on that they needed their own hobbies. 

It was an easy way for them to each feel like their own person. Something Steven had anxiously suggested and upheld pretty firmly. No matter how much co-con they did, Steven always made sure everyone got their own time to be themselves. 

When not working, Steven spent his time translating hieroglyphics, learning languages, solving puzzles, or just reading. 

When not working the cab, Jake discovered he liked to read things like popular car mechanics. Steven had gotten it for him on a whim and now Jake would spend hours at the magazine racks picking out issues to read. It was pretty common for Jake to blast his music while flipping through a hot rod magazine. He also had started to take up the guitar, but refused to play if the other two were around. 

Marc had yet to find a hobby. 

He had spent two weeks doing absolutely nothing but lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling. 

When Steven pointed out that this was not a hobby, Marc had started to drive them crazy. 

“What are you reading?” “Is that French?” “What glyph is that? They sure use that one a lot.” Steven was ready to reconsider laying in bed as a new hobby. 

When Marc started to annoy Jake, “What year is that car?” “We should paint flames on your car.” “How many screws do you think are actually in a regular car?”, they staged an intervention. 

“You need a hobby.” Steven offered an apologetic smile. 

“If you don’t find something that isn’t bothering us I’m going to lose it.” Jake crossed his arms. 

“I guess I could take up boxing again…” Marc sighed. “Might leave you guys with bruises though.” 

Steven made a face. “Eh… I mean… If you really want to…” 

Marc shook his head. “No. I don’t like the idea of me getting punched in the face and one of you having to tag in. Especially you, Jake.” 

“I can hold my own.” Jake raised an eyebrow. 

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Marc muttered. “You don’t exactly fight by the rules.” 

Jake shrugged dismissively. “We don’t lose. That’s all I care about.” 

“I’ll find a hobby.” Marc sighed and flopped back on the bed. 

Marc tried the traditional hobbies first. He painted a little until he realized he lacked any artistic ability and the paint ended up in the trash. He found Jake’s guitar and picked out a song he had learned in high school. He was alright at it, but it failed to stir any passion. This was fine by Jake, who grew anxious any time Marc touched his guitar, claiming Marc was messing with the tuning too much. 

He went to a bookstore and stared at the books for all of ten minutes before Steven triggered out and happily started to dig through the discount rack. 

He bought a model kit from a hobby store and got halfway through one before he realized he hadn’t slept in two days and was more frustrated than happy. Steven ended up finishing it for him. 

One day Marc went out to the grocery store in search of something sweet and a box cake had caught his attention. 

He was a terrible cook. He had no grasp on how to use spices, and often just put cheese on things and called it a day. With that in mind, he had never thought to try any other type of food preparation. 

“Looks easy enough…” He stared at the instructions on the back. A little math and a few ingredients. He gathered what he needed and headed home. 

Following instructions was easy. It was in his nature. Marc wished everything came with such clear instructions. There was no line about “spice to taste” or questions about how he felt about the situation. It was so clear cut. Do these things in this order and don’t muck about. 

“Steven, where’s the cake pan?” Marc dug through the cupboards. 

“I don’t have one.” Steven frowned at the mess. “You’re lucky I have measuring cups.” 

Marc sighed heavily as he found a muffin tin stashed in the back. Fine. He could make them into little cupcakes. 

Once the cakes had cooked and cooled, he applied the frosting and sprinkles. 

They were alright. Very basic vanilla. Looked alright too. They could be better. He stared at them and felt something almost seem to shift. 

He went back to the store. 

Steven had been out of it for the whole day. He had been staying up late working on a new series of books and forcing himself to give Marc time to find something to do. 

He felt a twinge from the body that usually meant it was far past time to practice a little self care. 

“Hey Marc.” Steven made himself known. He never liked to just take over unless he felt it was needed. “How’s it going out here?” 

“Steven!” Marc stood up as he set a tray down on the counter. “Uh… Don’t be mad. I may have gotten a little carried away.” 

“Carried away? With what?” Steven took front and was first met with a very strong smell that made him think of a bakery. 

When his eyes focused on the world around him he was met by a colorful barrage of cupcakes. Vanilla, chocolate, swirls, confetti, strawberry, red velvet, what appeared to be some sort of cinnamon swirl… Then the frostings on top were a flavorful mixture of colors and stiles. They covered the counter, the stove top, the side table, and stacked high on cooling racks carefully balanced on top of one another to give more surface space. There were sprinkles of all shapes and sizes. In the corner sat a new mixing stand, baking pans of different sizes and shapes, mixing bowls, food dyes, and bags of flour. 

“Marc….” Steven gaped. “Wh… I… Cupcakes?” He looked down. He was wearing an apron covered in flour. 

“The batch on the right by the fridge are vegan. It was harder to get the binding agent to cooperate but once I figured that out it was game on.” Marc grinned like a man that had defeated a foe in battle. “There are vegan black bean brownies in the oven. First batch went to hell but this one is turning out great! It’s all about the chocolate ratio. I was debating on trying pies next. Apples are on sale and-” 

“What are we going to do with all these? I don’t exactly workout, Marc. I’m not sure my waistline can handle this.” He cautiously picked up one of the vegan ones and took a bite. He groaned. It was amazing. Light and moist, wonderful flavor, perfect frosting that wasn’t too heavy…. No, his waistline was absolutely not going to handle this. 

“Steven,” Marc gave him a look. “We share a body. I workout. Pretty sure Jake works out a little too. I think he secretly dances or something cause I swear my legs hurt every Saturday morning when I wake up. Maybe don’t eat all of them at once, but you can indulge a little.” 

“Uh huh.” Steven finished the first one then eyed the oven, excited to try the brownies. “Maybe wait on the pies until we figure out what to do with the rest of these.” 

“Right.” Marc flushed. He hoped Steven didn’t look in the cupboard. There were more in there crammed into special cupcake tupperwares. He might have gone a little overboard. “Uh… Hey Jake? Don’t you know that lady down at the diner?” 

–

Jake walked into the diner with a large box. “Hey Gena!” 

“Hey handsome.” She looked up from the griddle with a grin. “What’s that? Another delivery?” 

Jake set the box down on the counter. “Yeah. Idiota made about a dozen pies this time.” 

She watched Jake unpack the pies and start to load them into the pie display. They were gorgeous and looked professionally done. “I feel like I should be paying you. Those cupcakes last week didn’t last the day.” 

Jake groaned and sat down. “No. I should be paying you. If Steven tries to eat one more pie I’m going to make him start doing the morning run.” 

Gena smirked and cleared the griddle, prepping Jake’s usual order. “Well tell him I appreciate it all the same. What’s next? Cakes?” 

Jake slouched down on the counter. “Pastry. I’m going to buy him a pack of baseball cards. Maybe I can get him interested in something else. I woke up last night and found him yelling at some croissants.” 

“Ah, you leave him alone. Croissants are hard to do. Let him get it out of his system. You’re just antsy ‘cause you haven’t been out dancing in ages.” She winked playfully. “Your salsa es fuego.”

“Si claro.” He looked up at her and sighed. “As long as it isn’t cupcakes for a while.” 

#Moon Knight fic #Marc Spector #Steven Grant #Jake Lockley #Gena #MoonKnightober2022 #MKtober2022 #cupcake #who needs sleep when I'm doing a fic a day #woooo #you guys are trying to kill me #I fricken love all the content though #Jake's salsa is very fuego #Steven does not understand the shared body workout #Jake did the tango with Frenchie once #it lives in my brain rent free now and it makes me very happy

[copiasblair]

HE'S OKAY HE'S ALIVE

#FROM WHAT I'VE READ #he did say it was his last show though SOBS #and someone mentioned him saying he felt sick???? but i don't know if that's true/accurate since i haven't come across video evidence #but he did say it was his last show and my heartttt <\3 #all i can say is that i'm SO glad that i got to see him even just the one time #AND that he's not dead.... that's so good i'm so so so happy he's okay #i imagine soon enough though we'll get some reasoning behind him leaving because i don't imagine it's out of nowhere #probably a new chapter fairly soon and then the fucking MOVIE???? apparently a movie is happening #with the footage from the la rituals but also other stuff??? #anyway. very relieved (for now) #i love him so much. #what do you have to say doll?

[rosesradio]

we really were seconds away. us ej stans got this close to getting to see a breakdown. and it has been snatched away from us once again. ships aside, ej nation how are we feeling

#With the eyeliner and messy hair When I Tell You #let the boy cry !! #that aside ofc i have like long rambly thoughts on the ep in my head but i'm just. i'm tired man #ofc i'm sad to see portwell break up. and yes i think their writing has been very weird. but gina did have some good points #ej was out there looking like a bond villain in the night though asdhkj when ricky and gina were talking outside #i have thoughts but they deserve their own post and not to be buried in tags #i'm happy to see seb again. sad that he was indirectly called stupid again. i bet he won't even be there for his bfs show #i'm sorry the jo siwa bit was weird. it just #kourtney's song was so good !! #their looks were all weird but i was digging it #why did jet and maddox sing a lover's duet #ricky's little 'yes sir' to ej i mean. come on man #i've been through the wringer i am. #not my sister still thinking there's a chance for jetwen lmao. believe me i wish #anyways #hsmtmts

[01tsubomi]

sometimes your favorite song is by the idol group you see every time you go to tokyo but they haven't released it to streaming and they're quite obscure (not to mention taping performances is extremely NG in jpop idol culture) so the only time you have a chance of hearing it is when you go watch them perform and it's like not even guaranteed that it'll be on the setlist every time and then you find out it's actually by a disbanded sister group of theirs and they also didn't release it to streaming but they did put it on youtube in a 20 minute long video that features their entire first mini-album except for some reason it's the absolute worst quality vocals you've ever heard on a professional recording as in not the mic quality but the actual singing quality as in it sounds like a group of friends doing karaoke not even professional singers just some friends with no retakes no autotune touchups not even re-recording the lines that are off rhythm but it still means you kinda get to hear the song in your apartment. but is it even really the same song as the one you hear when your favorite member gets the solo in the chorus and walks from the back of the stage out towards the audience between the rest of the members as if parting the sea. is it

#really unrelatable content i'm posting tonight #it's not like actually my favorite song but i'm always like swept off my feet when they perform it #god damn am i homosexual #i have got to get to tokyo. i did say i would be back within september . aaaaaaaa #it was like. march or april? that they just randomly started performing it a lot #and it's funny remembering that my oshi is like. actually a very talented idol and not just someone i stan as a joke #sometimes i go in like aaa haha i uh i'm back! me the foreigner! i guess i'm participating in idol culture #bc i do always do the fanmeet part at the end too where i get to talk to her for like. probably 90 seconds? idk i lose track #and even though i'm a random white girl we've been at this long enough that she talks to me exactly like any other idol fan #and does all the 'you were't looking at any of the other girls were you?' and the 'i'm happy you're back i wish you'd come every day!! :)' #very interesting thing to experience firsthand #but also makes me forget that the main reason i stan so hard is because. she's just a really good idol #like sometimes i get to the venue kinda nervous to be there and then as the live goes on i'm like. ah. of course. i'm here not bc of the #idol-fan relationship validation but because i get to watch this lady perform again and she's so so good #especially that song. i really wish they'd release their own version #i really do love her voice #personal

[hecatesbroom]

I hope you don't mind the influx of GG/Dorothy asks you've gotten because I really love your takes and your fics really touch upon a more vulnerable part of Dorothy that I feel was rarely fully explored but was very much present. I was watching recently an ep where Dorothy says she thought her father didn't like her or love her and Sophia cracked that he always talked her up ... to try and sell her to gypsies. Dorothy says "do you know how much that hurts me when you say things like that?". It's one of those lines that's never really followed up on or given a big moment but it stays with me.

Not at all!! I love hearing from you! <3 (and if you ever feel up to it, feel free to send me a dm as well! I'd love to hear more of your thoughts!)

Thank you so much :') I started writing Golden Girls fics precisely for that reason: Dorothy's vulnerability is left so underexplored in the show, even in the moments that (in my opinion, anyway!) presented the perfect opportunity to delve a little deeper into her feelings. I had to give her a moment to shine haha.

That line is the perfect example of what I'm talking about, actually! They throw in those really poignant lines or moments (or even just looks, at times) that hint at so much going on beneath the surface, but it's never expanded on. The only emotional moments she does get, that are fully followed up on, are those relating to Stan -- and even there I feel like a lot is glossed over (often by Dorothy herself, first and foremost).

I could probably write an essay on this but I'll spare you, but I think Sophia's often treated much the same -- if slightly differently -- in the show! And I mean, considering she raised Dorothy, I'm pretty sure she inadvertently ended up teaching Dorothy that covering up your vulnerability is the only way to deal with it. Sophia covers her feelings with quips and jokes, Dorothy does it through dismissal.

And because both of their methods for covering up are very convenient for a sitcom (I can drag Blanche into this as well, by the way. But I promised not to write an essay) it's *so easy* for the narrative to just. go along with their own dismissal of their feelings. Have Sophia distract from her feelings with a funny joke, and the audience is on the floor. Have Dorothy dismiss her feelings with a Look, and there's another opening for someone else to keep up the pace and move the scene along into lighter territory.

#they did only have 24 minutes to tell a story after all! #so if you have characters who will conveniently cover up their vulnerabilities then you won't have to take up all that time to explore that #and you can move on to the driving factor of every sitcom: the plot #they fit *so much* story into that short runtime it honestly kind of makes sense #i feel like all the girls have those moments where there's clearly something else going on but it's never explored bc the plot moves on #but it's easier to put blanche or rose in an emotionally heavy plot than it is for dorothy #i think #because blanche does keep up a facade as well but she *cannot* let go of it #she puts up a performance but she's *putting on a performance* (constantly). so there's enough of a base for the narrative to focus on #rose even actively looks for support. i'd argue she handles vulnerability very well! so again: easier to centre a plot on #dorothy though?? dorothy will probably go on like nothing's wrong #and *that* doesn't make a compelling central plot in a sitcom #(which is part of why i love 'sick & tired' so much! dorothy has to be vulnerable there because she *cannot* run this time) #oh no i'm so sorry. i went on a tangent in the tags #anyway THANKS for this ask anon! you made me very happy with the opportunity to talk about this haha #the golden girls #ask #anon #dorothy zbornak

[doctorweebmd]

coming out of my baldurs gate 3 delirium (aka i am working a night shift and can't physically play it. at work.) to say that horikoshi. horikoshi when i GET YOU. you are NOT leaving izuku with no quirk and no arms. i am in your walls

#bnha spoilers #also. more evidence that horikoshi read zero-sum game #like come on the twins thing the izuku losing his quirk thing the losing his arm thing the shiggy getting decay from afo thing #TELL ME THE TRUTH HORIKOSHI. DID YOU READ MY FANFIC. #i'm joking of course. he's just done a really good job of foreshadowing through the series. its a marker of an amazing author #and i know that izuku probably won't lose both his arms and his quirk. i fully expect it to be a happy ending in some way shape or form #this is a sixteen year old boy who sacrificed EVERYTHING. more than he ever had to give #and he had less than a year. LESS THAN A YEAR. #sorry i'm already crying thinking about the scene of him holding shigaraki's hand even though it will decay him........ #izuku who knows better than ANYONE what shigaraki's power can do.... reaching out to him. caring more about others than about himself. #he's just. he's so good. he's SO GOOD. he deserves the world #tbh i feel like eri HAS to be involved at this point. she's the deus ex machina in all this #that or overhaul #both of their abilities can at least physically restructure izuku's body #it would actually be a very interesting redemption point for overhaul....... #i mean WHY ELSE RESCUE HIM. and why give him THE SAME FUCKING INJURY #what a powerful thing it would be to have eri give overhaul his arms back #and overhaul learning about goodness and forgiveness from this girl he's done nothing but abuse and torture #and saves izuku........ #its about ATONEMENT. its about GROWTH. its about IT NEVER BEING TOO LATE. #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE YOU MY HERO ACADEMIA #... ok. i'm normal. its fine. #on another note #i loved the ending to my first bg3 run which i think i finished Tuesday/Wednesday. i cried. #IMMEDIATELY started a durge run where i'm playing a male human bard instead of the female half-wood elf ranger #i was like 'haha. i'll make a character based on hisoka from hxh! i'm gonna be SOOOO evil! >:)) #and guess who still isn't good at being big evil. ME. at worst i'm probably chaotic neutral. #its wild i'm already finding SO MANY new scenes i missed on the first playthrough even though i'm making a lot of the same choices #so it still feels super fun and fresh. more so now because i kind of know the characters and the mechanics better #my current playthrough i'm with lae'zel shadowheart and asterion with no intention of switching out

[crown-ov-horns]

I recently found out people ship Cassandra with Apollo.

My initial reaction was...

Just tan their hides. You know what happened to her because the the bastard, don't you?..

Then, I was overwhelmed by morbid curiosity, and checked AO3. People are writing rape fics about them. ...Why?..

Could I ever see Cassandra x Apollo?.. I don't know, maybe. But, definitely not the nonsense I mentioned. Dubcon at most. I guess, he might somehow coerce her into sleeping with him, and later rescue her from the fall of Troy, because she's pregnant with his child, or something (Zeus would be pissed, I'm fine with that).

Sounds like an intriguing story, with a lot of morally questionable elements. I can imagine Apollo confiding in Artemis, wondering why his wife is so upset. She'd just go "are you serious rn?.. -_-".

...What, you're surprised I'm among those I wish to hide with a broom? Don't be. It happens quite often, actually.

#greek mythology #greek myth fandom #apollo #cassandra #apollo x cassandra #diary pages #thoughts #greek gods #this is such a fucked up pairing #in the iliad you like apollo then remember what he did cassandra #i don't blame her for rejecting his advances he's an entitled fboy with nine girlfriends and she wanted to remain chaste #the way he responded is very cruel honestly cassandra's story breaks my heart #of course i'm discussinv them as characters not religious figures #apollo can be such a creep #greek myth fanfic #fanfiction ideas #what the hell i have a hundred epics in my wips already including one with apollo #but i SHOULD put this aside the “Apollo coerces Cassandra then saves her because she's pregnant” #it's dark but also very intriguing to explore... it isn't supposed to be hot really well maybe later #dionysus married ariadne why can't apollo marry cassandra #she wouldn't want to marry him but what other choice would she have #their further relationship just seems so fascinating #yeah apollo would be confused why she's upset - he'd get her being upset about the fall of troy but not why she's upset with him #but as gods do he'd imagine she should be happy about getting rescued by him #why am i doing this to myself (and cassandra) #i suppose... i just want a better ending for cassandra (back to the fic idea) which this would be even though she'd have to deal with apollo #side note imagine the “pairing” in disney's hercules it would be hilarious #cassandra confronting hercules about his creepy older cousin trying to hit on her #or icarus trying to ask apollo if she'll go out with him and apollo replying “if you have my luck she'll just throw a shoe at your face” #she should take out a restraining order also