#as if it was perfectly rational and reasonable

[apomaro-mellow]

King and Prince 19

Part 18

Waking up with morning wood was a wake up call Steve didn’t know he needed. He was able to calm it but now there was a thrumming under his skin. It was like realizing you were hungry and being unable to ignore it. Taking care of it himself was always an option. He had his own room. But he missed being with another person. The thrill of flirtation followed by the ecstasy of coming together as one. 

The castle was filled with people. But most either ignored Steve or gave him glares when they passed. It was clear that his family name was causing some grudges and it was only because of Eddie that no one took out their grievances with him. Of the people who didn’t actively hate him, most were children and the other was Robin. She was perfectly lovely with hair that framed her face in a way that caressed her cheeks like a lover. 

Honestly, there was a moment where Steve wondered if he was falling for her himself, but her disinterest in men meant she wouldn’t respond to any advances from him. Late one night, when that energy filled him to the brim, he let a bout of madness take him for only a second where he imagined seducing Eddie. In the dark, Steve snickered to himself at the absurdity of it. He was a hospitable host but no one had more reason to hate him than Eddie.

That only left people outside of the castle. People who didn’t recognize him as a prince and thus wouldn’t hold it against him. And Eddie did say that he was no longer a prisoner.

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Jeff liked to take pleasure in the little things. A nice cool breeze, the smell of warm bread, and the entertainment he got anytime Eddie and Nancy disagreed on things. Nancy was logical and loyal. Everything she did was in the best interests of the kingdom. Eddie, for all his experience, was often impulsive and emotional.

But it was because of this that Eddie often heeded her advice, knowing it came from a place of rationality. To an untrained eye, it may appear that Nancy ran the kingdom. Looks were deceiving. Eddie had years under his belt that most of them couldn’t fathom. It was what made him fit to rule. More important than the great power he held was the wisdom he had acquired.

“You want to be allowed to leave and go out into town?”, Eddie repeated.

Steve stood before Eddie, Jeff, Nancy, and a few others who made up the council. It was a bold thing to ask, given his title and position. 

“I’ve been learning about your people and lands. I think I should see more of it for myself.”

“I didn’t realize you were such a scholar of culture”, Eddie brought his leg up to rest his ankle on his knee. He could tell that wasn’t the only reason Steve wanted out, but he also saw no reason to pry besides his own curiosity. The prince had no allies here, not counting the few bonds he’d made within his own walls. Certainly no one with which to conspire against Eddie and his subjects.

“You can’t be considering this seriously”, Nancy said. 

“Why not?”, Eddie shrugged.

The others waited to see how the debate would go, keeping themselves silent until each party justified their point. Jeff could see both sides. The prince hadn’t really done anything suspicious to require him to be guarded so closely. Even so, he hadn’t officially denounced his home land nor pledged loyalty to this one.

“Because he’s from an enemy kingdom? Because he could be trying to get you killed or overthrown? I know you think you’re invincible, but try to remember that the rest of us are not”, Nancy said.

“Believe me, I am aware”, Eddie said. “I’m also aware that he has had zero contact with his own people since arriving. And there are no spies in my court. If he wants to go on an outing without having to corral our young wards, I see no reason not to allow this.”

Nancy frowned at Steve. She didn’t see him as much of a threat, merely what he represented and what he was attached to. It was still difficult for her to believe that a king would discard a crown prince. It just didn’t make sense to her. The others began to chime in with why this could go wrong. And many of their arguments were right. This one decision could end very badly. But Steve wasn’t his prisoner anymore. He had already offered to set him free. And it was like Nancy could read his mind.

“Letting him go home and letting him come and go as he pleases are two different things.”

Eddie waved her off. “Semantics. I’ll honor your request to explore, little prince. But you will have a curfew.”

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Eddie himself took Steve down to the stables to ensure that the stablehands knew he had the official seal of approval from the king. 

“I’ll let you borrow Sunflower here”, Eddie handed Steve the reins.

Sunflower was a beautiful color, almost golden and it reminded Steve that this place wasn’t all dark clouds and shadows. They had beautiful skies and flowers.

“Thank you”, Steve said, petting her mane.

“I want you back before sundown”, Eddie said.

Steve nodded. All in all, a rather generous curfew, given that the days were starting to get longer. He didn’t leave right away though. He went back to his room to get ready, putting on one of the new outfits he’d been given. It was meant for everyday wear so it wasn’t as nice as the one for the festival, but it was definitely good quality. He did his hair, checking in the mirror to make sure it was perfect.

By the time Steve was done, quite some time had passed, but he still had hours before the sun would set. He went to retrieve Sunflower and exited the gates, feeling free as he trotted out. 

“Now how sure are we that he’s not just going to ride off into the sunset?”, Robin asked as she happened to catch him leaving from a window.

“Pretty damn sure”, Eddie said, focusing on twirling a fork in his hand. 

When Steve got into town, he allowed himself to really take it in. Of course it was a sight to see during a celebration, but it was also lovely now too when people were just going about their business. 

Back home, Steve never had to search far for a partner. Even the most frigid had melted when a crown prince gave them his attention. But he couldn’t just announce that he was royalty. That would end in disaster.

No, if he wanted to find a lover for the evening, he’d have to rely solely on his wits and charm. Thankfully, he had both in abundance. He figured a tavern was a good place to look and he found one. He tied Sunflower up outside and ventured in. Only about three steps in did he realize he had no money but he kept up his stride. This was where the charm came in.

There was a young woman at the bar, nursing a drink. Her hair was cut short, in a similar style to Nancy’s but much curlier. Her brown skin was complimented by her gold earrings and made it apparent that she appreciated the finer things. She looked up as Steve approached and smiled.

“Mind a bit of company?”, he asked.

She nodded to the stool next to her. “Help yourself.”

It was easy to take a seat and slip back into old habits, even easier when his conversation partner was a beautiful woman who had no idea who he was. He hardly even had to lie. All that mattered was that he was new to the area and looking for a bit of fun. She caught on quick and luckily had a room in the tavern they could go to.

Afterwards, Steve wanted nothing more than to bask in the afterglow, but he knew he couldn’t linger too long. He didn’t want to mess up what little goodwill he had from Eddie so fast. 

On the way back, he was already thinking of his next outing. Who he might find and what kind of person they may be. Maybe if he behaved, he could convince Eddie to let him spend an entire night out. There had to be a place for entertainment other than drinking such as dancing. And perhaps he’d even find a regular lover and not -just a part time bed mate.

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Eddie resisted the urge to put eyes on Steve when he left the first time. He only kept his regular sentries that monitored the castle gates and walls. He knew when Steve left and knew when he returned but that was it. He tried not to think too hard about what he was doing and with who.

For all he knew, Steve was going to the tavern to drink his troubles away, playing cards with old men, or knitting with old ladies. Eddie had no idea what kind of hobbies Steve had back home but he could be a knitter.

The first time Eddie saw Steve after one of his excursions was about two weeks later. And there was only one way to describe Steve’s condition after reveling in whatever delighted him in town. 

He was glowing.

Part 20 coming soon

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#apo writes #stranger things #steddie

[baronessblixen]

In case your brain decides to cooperate. :DDD

*****

It had not been Scully's day.

There had been no new messages on her answering machine that morning, turning last night's worry into this morning's dread. Scutwork duty dragged. Lunch was as unappealing as the thought of going home only to sleep, wake up, and endure two more days until the weekend.

And still Mulder didn't call.

She'd known. Diana had startled them Monday, passing too close to their desks on her purposed walk to Kersh's office, X-Files folder in hand. Scully'd locked eyes with Mulder and watched him ping pong from her face to the clock for the next forty-five minutes until Diana emerged, victorious, from their superior's office.

It had been-- was-- a legitimate file. Too legitimate, too perfect. Perfectly selected, she suspected; as were Diana's perfectly legitimate reasons why Scully couldn't join the case. Fox, I just wrangled Kersh for almost an hour. He's mad as it is that I managed to grab one of you. If I'd bargained for two, neither of you would be able to go and the Kernwyckles would be robbed of proper justice. Would that be fair? Perfectly rational. Scully hadn't trusted her for a second but couldn't reasonably deny that the case needed her partner's expertise.

To his credit, Mulder had waited until Diana left before discreetly promising to keep her abreast of the details. She'd deflected; but he'd kept his word, checking in at the bullpen's lunchtime, checking in again right before she settled into bed. I'll be in and out, Scully, and back before you know it.

And he hadn't called since.

She knew how he was, of course; his stubborn ways and his single-mindedness when it came to solving a case were some of his most endearing traits. At least they were when she was around and knew what was happening.

It had been more than 12 hours since she’d last heard from him. That in itself wasn’t unusual; last night’s whispered promises that came with a hint of skepticism towards Diana’s motives, however, made Scully’s alarm bells go off.

Something, she figured, was wrong.

Asking Kersh for details about the case Diana had dangled in front of Mulder was fruitless. Was there anyone else Agent Fowley might have confided it? For the first time that day, Scully felt a sense of direction.

She couldn’t find Agent Spender anywhere and when she asked about him, she was told he had called in sick. That wasn’t like the young Agent at all. Scully’s stomach knotted more tightly. Her gut was screaming at her.

“Agent Scully?” Frohike’s voice was caught between a cough and disbelief when he picked up her call. “Did anything happen?”

“I was hoping you could tell me.” She quickly filled him in and listened as Byers and Langly joined the conversation. There was furious typing in the background and grumbling. She distinctly heard one of them mutter the word fuck, which clued her in that something was not right.

“Don’t tell Mulder,” Frohike said, “but we put trackers in his shoes after the Bermuda Triangle disaster.”

“You did what?” She shook her head; there was no time to be outraged. Not when Mulder’s life was possibly on the line.

“Not all of them,” Langly chimed in.

“He’s not moving,” Byers said in a somber voice. “According to the data he hasn’t moved for hours.”

“What does that mean?” Scully heard her voice wobble.

“It could mean any number of things,” Byers said, his voice gentle. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“He was supposed to call me.” She sounded like a jilted wife but she couldn’t care for that either. Right from the moment Diana had shown up with the case, she had known something wasn’t right. It had been in the way she’d snaked around Mulder, luring him into her trap.

“Where is he?” Scully asked. The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. “I need to know where she took him.”

“She?”

“Diana Fowley.”

“What does she have to do with this?” Byers asked.

“She convinced Kersh to let Mulder help her out on a case. They left yesterday. He called last night and he-” Scully closed her eyes against threatening tears. She had known it. Last night, when Mulder called, and he’d joked, and he’d made promises, and her own voice hadn’t been as steady as it should have been, she had kept quiet. What could she have done? Ask him to abandon the case, ditch Diana and come back home? She’d had no right. She had no right to ask his friends to find out about his whereabouts either. But that wasn't stopping her.

“He promised to call me with more details. But he hasn’t called.”

“We’ll send you the coordinates,” Frohike said. “He’s in Raleigh, North Carolina. Do you need us to-”

“I need you on stand-by,” she said, her heart hammering in her chest. She wrote down the coordinates Byers gave her and stared at them. She folded the note and put it in her pocket. No one here at the Hoover building bat an eye when she left early.

She had to go save her partner.

#thank you for sending me the beginning! #i tried i really did #this is all that came out of me :/ #xf fanfic

[lilithfairen]

The year is 20XX. RWBY is entering its eleventh volume, with a recently-announced anthology spin-off in its concluding episodes. Certain individuals still adamantly believe that the series is dead.

Critics continue to complain about characters who served their role in the plot several volumes prior and is no longer part of the story. Every single such character they complain about is female, queer, and/or PoC.

They continue to invent theories on how every light-skinned man they stan will come back from the dead, including Tyrian Callows, despite having been gradually reduced to sand (which he attempted to eat) on-screen.

The current antagonist is a light-skinned male who consistently refers to every woman around him with abusive, misogynistic language. The critics unquestioningly defend his every action and blame the women he victimizes for his victimization of them, to the effect of "maybe they shouldn't have worn that dress".

The Bumbleby kiss has happened. Critics believe it is part of an arc about portraying Yang as an abusive psycho lesbian and Blake will eventually realize she's being gaslighted into a sapphic relationship, later to be saved by Sun whom she will immediately make love to as his reward.

The main antagonists remain the main antagonists and don't inexplicably stop having storylines.

RT releases a Pride collection with all of the proceeds going to charity. The HTDM donates to Celtic Phoenix, whose rewrite has Roman Torchwick consistently misgendering May Marigold, out of spite.

The HTDM continues to insist that Mercury Black is going to get killed off and denied redemption, all while continuing to whine (with unbashed misogyny and racism) that Emerald Sustrai already got redeemed. This is despite the fact that Mercury has in fact already left Cinder's side and joined the heroes.

Jaune says a single line in one episode. The critics compare Jaune Arc having one line of dialogue in this episode to people dying durig the COVID-19 pandemic.

Eddy sneezes in one of the volume commentaries, prompting the HTDM to start a "Stop Breathing Eddy" challenge. They then act as if they are the victims for being called out on telling one of the show's writers to actually die.

Oscar's arc of struggling with his role as Ozpin's new host versus retaining his own self continues. He stubs his toe in one episode as a minor gag, and the HTDM spends three weeks harassing the female VAs of the show for the "blatant racism" of this.

RWBY's queer rep continues to expand. The HTDM continues to whine about how "unfairly" straight white men who abuse women are depicted in the show.

More spinoff shows and games are released. The critics insist every single one is a colossal failure, which explains why they keep making more of them, huh.

RWBY-Doo has been announced. The FNDM is in jovial debate on what to name the Zwei/Scoob ship. The HTDM is divided between spewing queerphobia about Velma or insisting she's more queer than any character in RWBY (ironically, she ends up hooking up with Ilia in the crossover).

The year is 20XX, and if one thing hasn't changed, it's that RWBY critics maintain their...vivid imagination? Persecution complex? Facade of vitriol and they are in fact deliberately playing a long con to fool historians into thinking that people on the internet really were this stupid?

#i'm not sorry #i *had* to~ #rwby #rwby critics #in case it's unclear #this is a parody of something a rwby critic wrote #as if it was perfectly rational and reasonable

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

why doesnt wally just cut sallys arms off while she sleeps?

hey now c'mahn she's just a lil guy

Wally would never and i wouldn't make him. Nightlight!Sally protection squad - assemble!

#lights out wally would rather get torn apart than raise a hand to sally #there's a Reason he either hides from her or tries to calm her down instead of taking Drastic Measures #she's his beloved neighbor... he wouldnt hurt his neighbor thats so Un-Neighborly #and he wouldn't let anyone else do it either #he loves his friends so so much why would he hurt them... even if they dont feel actual pain its still a No for him #rambles from the bog #wh lights out au #like... wally doesnt really understand why itd be Wrong to do it #but he understands that its unpleasant to be 'hurt' and also he doesnt like seeing his neighbors Damaged yk yk #the Arm™️ is a tenuous exception #there's a reason he keeps it instead of sewing it back on right away. #he doesnt understand that keeping it is Kinda Really Fucked Up #his thought process behind it is 'well. barnabys not using it anyway and i want to keep him with me but i cant risk the rest of him' #wally: this is perfectly rational and well thought out #literally everyone else: THE FUCK IT IS-

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

I've been thinkin' too many thoughts about the clones recently...anyways...

If it had never been acknowledged in universe…I think I might’ve been able to ignore how unbelievably fucked up the whole clone army concept is

I might’ve been able to accept it as just a convenient plot point for the republic to have an army to use

That’s what most stories do…they use a faceless army of “disposable” soldiers so that viewers don’t get too upset when so many die in battles

It’s what keeps those stories from feeling too dark

Hell, the stormtroopers from the OT are one of the most famous examples of that

But the thing is…it is acknowledged in universe

Multiple characters on multiple occasions have pointed the fucked-up-ness of it all

Even Obi-Wan in the AOTC novel is kinda horrified at the concept when he sees the clones for the first time

And it’s soooo hard to look past that

Especially with the jedi…I find it so hard to accept that the jedi are able to just ignore and accept it once the army proves to be useful

And like, yeah, when I look at star wars as a whole I understand that a lot of inconsistencies like this are just an inevitability with massive franchises

But it gets super frustrating to hold onto my suspension of disbelief capabilities when these problems are literally mentioned to and acknowledged by the jedi

Especially because I mostly love the jedi

#I just have to remember that ‘just because’ is a perfectly okay reason for stuff in fiction #that not every thing that happens can be completely rational or else there wouldn’t be a story #If I don’t then I’ll constantly be getting in my own way #stopping myself from enjoying things that are supposed to be fun #Anyways I’m gonna go back to watching tcw now #and gaslight myself into believing that the clones have rights so I can keep supporting the jedi :) #but like seriously #millions of SENTIENT HUMAN BEINGS being engineered and grown in a lab #with the specific purpose of fighting in a war that they have absolutely ZERO say in #and the reason they’re seen as better than the NON SENTIENT droids is because they can think creatively #aka THEY ARE PEOPLE WHO HAVE THEIR OWN MINDS AND THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS #and they literally have no choice but to fight in this war #not okay #at all #okay I'm gonna stop now or I'll lose my mind #btw I know the jedi weren't responsible for all that #but for the most part they were okay with and/or ignored that whole clones have no autonomy thing #:/ #star wars #sw the clone wars #the clone wars #sw clones #sw gar #kamino #aotc #attack of the clones #obi wan kenobi #stormtroopers #clone troopers #jedi

[pochapal]

logic and reason catching battler into the suspicion trap because the Detective is the bedfellow of discrimination

#umineko liveblog #pure rationality serves only to exacerbate biases under the guise of objectivity #without Romantic consideration for beatrice then you're left with the demon that serves only to say 'but it's perfectly logical' #perfectly logical for a family of rich people to suspect that those Lesser than them instigated the slaughter #a perfectly reasonable assumption that anyone adhering to the status quo would make #an 'objective' read of the situation even. upstarts who should have known their place acting out #Detective as the cruelty of how much harm is done by The Way Things Are. Detective as complacency #of expecting things to slot out into a grand puzzle for you to solve like a Great Man #Detective as fascist even

[gibbearish]

are we really back to "oh you support (blank)? name ten people who (do/are) that right now or else youre lying for allyship points and everything you have to say should be disregarded". i thought we left that back in like. 2012 misogynist nerdbro culture

#i have seen it on two entirely separate topics lately and its like. hello????? #'if you cant name 10 trans authors off the top of your head you shouldnt be talking about trans issues full stop. #i dont think thats an unreasonable expectation for anyone wanting to engage in rational discourse' how about we all go outside #because like yeah i couldnt name you too many trans authors but given my transgenderismness i think i do in #fact still deserve a seat at the table. and i dont think there should be a prerequisite academic education level to be allowed to talk. #'but you could find them for free-' yes‚ you can‚ but people should still be allowed to a) choose what they read based #off of what interests them and not mildly-to-extremely dense nonfiction writing and still Talk About Their Own Lives And Have #Opinions #shockingly not reading a lot of one specific type of author doesnt prevent a person from having reasonable and valuable opinions #if youre not capable of parsing someones argument because theyre not well-read enough then that just imo means you dont actually understand #the things youve read to be able to give them a synopsis #this isnt school. we're not being graded. there is no required reading and you are perfectly capable of giving people an #explanation on your stances if theyre unfamiliar with them #i had a b) but i dont remember what it was‚ i think it probably was part of what i covered there that i thought was a separate thought #but yeah just like. idk you can just say 'hey i would really recommend reading xyz but to summarize‚ (thing that disproves them)' #it is not . difficult to either Explain yourself or‚ if that is not possible‚ Not be condescending to the person youre not willing to teach #for not knowing #ill stop there bc ive already done that ramble before but. yes #origibberish #edit: ok upon reread i got turned around and switched from addressing the less educated one conveying their arguments #to the more well read one #bc that was the b is i was gonna talk about both #yall get what i mean though just like. split it in half and flip it turnways

[hailtotheskull]

what if i went crazy. sips my drink. or maybe i'll just keep looking at posts

#sorry im fighting off a crazy spiral i see it brewing under the water and i have to go Nuh Uh it won't happen again #you're drawing unrelated links here what happened in the past is what happened in the past and the here and now is here and now #these are not related!! seeing a reflection of the past doesn't mean it's happening again!!! there's likely a perfectly rational #and reasonable explanation! so quit acting crazy!!! ok i'm done rambling

[blackjackkent]

So, what Rakha really wants to do right now is go kill the people hunting Karlach, because they don't have anything else that would qualify as a direct plan other than the creche, and the "paladins" are closer. However, I happen to know that the paladins are level five and Rakha is level 2 and could be knocked over by a stiff breeze, so I think a better bet is a more full exploration of the Emerald Grove first.

I'm guessing that this is the result of a concerted effort on Wyll and Shadowheart's part, primarily - Wyll already knows the people of the grove and Shadowheart has fixated on Halsin as a useful lead. Gale doesn't seem to have any specific plan in mind and, left to their own devices, Lae'zel would already be heading for the creche and Rakha and Karlach would be after the paladins. But between them, Shadowheart and Wyll manage to convince everyone that at least TALKING to the healer in the grove would be a useful start before everyone goes off half-cocked.

Amused because I stopped in to talk to Zevlor and got a disapproval from Wyll purely for leaving the conversation without asking the question about whether the ritual could be stopped. XD Sorry, Wyll. I swear we'll get to a point where you like Rakha, somehow, but I doubt sincerely we're there yet.

Speaking of the ritual, down we go to the grove proper - with a quick stop to talk to the teeth-ling kids.

"Whoa. Hey! Can't say I've ever seen someone like you before."

Without preamble, he shows his hands to her, empty. Then a quick flick of the wrist, and suddenly he's holding out a tarnished gold ring between his fingers.

"Go on," he says cheerfully. "Take this ring. It's lucky."

Rakha, who has very little context for anything she experiences, has never seen slight-of-hand magic done before, nor is she familiar with the concept of a con man. So she watches this little display and is immediately fascinated. Magic - but with no surge of that visible tapestry around the boy, the network of power that Gale calls the Weave.

How?

"That was a fancy trick," she says slowly.

His eyes narrow and something subtle shifts in his expression, a flash of interest. "You haven't seen anything yet, lady," he says dryly. "Go on - take the ring and watch your fortune change!"

Take the ring.

She takes it and looks at it carefully. There is no magic on the ring either, nothing that she can sense. But the boy looks up at her earnestly as he draws a coin from his pocket. "Call it! Heads or tails."

She blinks at him, puzzled by the question.

Pocket the ring.

"Hey, hold on!" the boy cries at once. "You gotta pay for that!"

She does? She withdraws the ring out of her pocket again and squints at the boy, incredibly baffled by the entire situation.

("The boy seeks to deceive you," Lae'zel says impatiently under her breath. "His magic is mundanity. The ring likely the same."

Wyll sighs. "Be kind, the both of you. He wants to show you a trick, that's all. Let him flip the coin.")

Rakha's eyes narrow. She stands there with the ring sitting on her palm and feels foolish. "It's only a joke," she says slowly after a long silence and trying to sort through the words from her companions. "Go on... flip your coin." If anything, she is curious to learn what that means.

"Real sweet sense of humor you got there, chum." The boy looks as if he's starting to regret his choice of mark, but he presses on gamely. "Anyway, you gotta call before the flip. Heads or tails."

A long pause. "Heads?" Rakha says cautiously.

The boy grins, tosses the coin in the air, catches it, and then shows her the side with the head facing up. "Heads it is!" he crows. "See? That's the kinda luck you get from just one of my lucky rings! I've got more where that came from. Real cheap, too. Interested?"

Rakha is starting to understand the situation now that she has seen it play out, and her lips twitch with irritation. [SORCERER] "If there was magic in this ring, I'd have felt it," she says bluntly. "It's nothing but junk."

The boy flinches and raises his hands defensively. "Not so loud!" he hisses. "You caught me, all right? They're not lucky rings." His eyes grow wide, his expression twisting with sudden, exaggerated pathos. "I'm just... trying to earn money for my family," he whimpers. "My father left and my mother... she's so sick. I wish I had better things to sell than... trinkets, but it's all I have!"

Rakha squints. The shift in tone is abrupt enough that she is certain it's disingenuous and that Lae'zel is right - the boy is making a fool of her. There is nothing of value here.

Wordlessly she shoves the ring back in the boy's face.

Return the ring and leave.

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #ok so fundamentally this was not like #a scene with much of a point in rakha's case :P #did give me some thinky thinks though #one reason writing rakha is proving to be interesting is that by going real deep down the you-know-nothing rabbit hole #it often ends up a smidge comedic #and there's a challenging balance to be struck between this and not making her come across like an idiot #because i don't think she is! #she's quick - given information to work with she extrapolates lots of things out of a small amount #and makes rational decisions on how to act on that information #she just has zero context for anything #especially when the situation involves slang; it's kind of fun realizing that (for instance) if you didn't know what heads or tails meant #why would you be able to guess? #tldr using this scene that went nowhere as an excuse to write meta about my own character :P #i honestly really like rakha; she strikes me as someone who is perfectly decent (when the Urge isn't taking control at least) #but blunt and almost purely rationally-driven and needs to be met on her own terms #which so far the companions have been willing to do which is nice

[black-rose-irl]

Trying to explain to someone that this thing that they do for fun was actually like, really traumatic for you the last time you did it (and is pretty directly responsible for you ending up on antidepressants) and that the mere suggestion to do it again triggers your fight or flight response, is really something.

#irl stuff #vent post #cw self harm #it's about fucking ballroom dancing lessons #my brother needs to learn ballroom dancing and mom suggested I go be his partner #yeah no #I'd rather break my legs #not even exaggerating #shit sent me into a massive depressive spiral last time #ballroom dancing lessons were fucking torture for me in every way possible #and I don't really have the words to explain that to my mom #because for some reason she expects me to have a perfectly rational and explainably reason why it was traumatic for me #she does this for fun #I feel like an animal about to gnaw off its own leg to escape a trap at the mention of it #my saving grace is that the lessons are sunday evening and I have school in a different city monday morning #so I have to leave sunday afternoon #which is an explanation that doesn't need a ten page essay defending it #unlike 'It was traumatic and makes me want to hurt myself just thinking about it' #because mom expects my mental illnesses to have a rational reason for this shit #that's not how mental illness works #that's not how any of this works #and honestly my hatred of ballroom dancing (or any organised group physical activity) is probably one of my more rational feelings #and people think autistic people are the ones without empathy smh #sorry I'm rambling

[rosepetalsthings]

Me, fighting the urge to argue with people on Tumblr

#Discourse #I think we all know what this is about #Just repeating my mantra of this is a safe space this is a safe space #This is why I took a lil break btw #Cause there's a reason my blog turned into wayyyyy more of a discourse blog than an art blog #dream situation #Btw it's not a bad thing for people to change their mind a week later it's perfectly acceptable to realise you were wrong #Or that you were too emotionally charged to deal with it rationally until later #It's not forgiving shit or sweeping it under the rug it's just people coming to a different moral conclusion than you Jesus fuck #Leave or become fucking antis if you want but don't act as if people can't come to a different conclusion than you on something like this #Where we truly don't have all the answers! #And very little has even been confirmed!!!! #Like we know insta dms probs real #Snapchat maybe real #But we don't know anything about the context of those messages if any ever happened #If that's enough for you than great there's the door but don't act like you're superior cause others came to a different conclusion #Fuck I'm angry #Fucking some of you need to chill the fuck out for real #and realise why people outside of Stan circles may not want to make a statement on a delicate and nuanced situation #Okay okay okay I'm nice and understanding and not about to post my very mean draft about some users in particular

[sachete]

hey @neil-gaiman i'm not mad i just wanna talk

#i did not yell at my television set no of course not #i reacted in a perfectly rational and reasonable way to a work of fiction that has no concrete bearing on my life or how it's lived #good omens 2 #good omens

[yeonban]

When  Pessoa  said  “There’s  a  thin  sheet  of  glass  between  me  and  life.  However  clearly  I  see  and  understand  life,  I  can’t  touch  it”...........  Shal  felt  that

#muse: shalnark kurta. #Shal has boundless knowledge & can even understand other people's emotions; what makes them tick and why; so on so forth #despite having never felt any to the extent THEY do - if at all depending on the emotion we're talking about #but he's so disconnected from his own most of the time that he generally feels as if he's playing a VR game #instead of interacting with real people in a real world & with his own very real existence #/in theory/ this frustrates him but the irony to that is. he can't even feel frustration for more than a few mins #he'll just subconsciously shelve it away like every other strong emotion a human is capable of & continue with his life as usual #this is the direct result of my hc on how he grew up & how his parents' teaching fu.cked up a perfectly good kid #I mean we've SEEN him be nice to people for no reason even when he's at a loss bc of it. like by carrying a random grandma halfway across #a city just bc she asked for directions and he felt compelled to use his time to help her get there rather than to his own destination #it really makes me wonder how much kinder Shal might've been if he had been allowed to tap into his emotions properly #instead of being forced to toss them away and rationalize everything instead - which definitely made him crueler in itself #HM I think I might write a hc post on this bc I'm about to hit the tag limit here smh AKDJSAGDSHA

[elainemorisi]

due to Circumstances, I now have a persimmon seedling and a quince tree, and I am pretty enthused about this

#those are the two fruits I most want to grow #I chose persimmon but the variety I bought in the fall apparently didn't make it #so they offered a baby of another variety + the quince to make up the price difference and YES #now #do I realistically have room for two trees in my front yard period? #let alone a fucking persimmon? #hard maybe!! #but lawns as we know are overrated #and sunny barren DRY as FUCK lawns like this one are definitely a waste of space #so. oops it's a mini orchard now #(the objectively correct answer here is to get rid of the giant invasive maple in the front lawn #which I will do if and when the persimmon gets uh persimmon-sized #but that'll be quite a while) #(I have a back yard also. it is Very Shaded. I love trees!!) #(I am also very glad my neighbors who own 2/3 of the giant pines shading the back #realized it'd be a truly stupid expense to take them down for no reason #look if one of them miraculously falls SIDEWAYS onto my house I will be sad for sure but my dudes that ain't the prevailing wind direction #also they seem perfectly healthy (though I would like to somehow find an arborist whose job isn't primarily Cut Down) #and while I will also be very sad if one even more miraculously drops itself or a huge branch on a person in the yard... #rational risk/benefit analysis folks let's get us some)

[akkpipitphattana]

i be like “i don’t have anxiety” but then i start convincing myself my friends are conspiring against me and testing me in some way by having not texted in the gc today and having not come over despite our plans to

#like they weren’t concrete set in stone important plans so like i have noooo reason to be like this really #but also fr everytime something like this happens i’m always like ‘well they DID hide that one thing from you for years for the sake of a #joke and making fun of you behind your back and most of them still don’t see how fucked up that was’ #and like. yeah true brain maybe this isn’t just anxiety maybe it’s perfectly rational thinking #also have been feeling guilty all day so that’s not. helping my anxiety #liz rambles

[daydreamerdrew]

The Incredible Hulk (1968) #253

#I like how Samson isn’t- to contrast him with the Hulk- perfectly reasonable all of the time #his character concept is essentially what if the gamma radiation accident had happened to a well-adjusted person #but he has his own insecurities about that #there’s been multiple stories now where he was supposed to be the rational one that calms the Hulk down #but instead he causes a fight because of his own impatience and/or desire to fight the Hulk for the opportunity to show that he’s better #right out of the gate here he insults the Hulk by calling him a ‘brainless monster’ #and he realizes that this could have been handled without violence if he’d only approached the Hulk calmly #but he also really does have such a low opinion of the Hulk’s intelligence #that he doesn't even consider trying to calm down the situation after that #which I think goes against what he’s seen of the Hulk in the past #like I think Samson has a low view of the Hulk’s intelligence because he deep down he doesn’t want the Hulk to be that mentally capable #because he wants to be definitively better than the Hulk #which I think is an interesting thing to pair with my understanding of Bruce’s view of the Hulk’s intelligence #which is that he’s deeply embarrassed by the Hulk being publicly thought of as so dumb because he really prides himself on his intelligence #and really values his identity as a scientist in a self-important way #but would also be horrified by the Hulk becoming smarter because he needs that difference there to make them distinct #and make Bruce definitively better #but Samson also seems to have an admiration for the ‘savage’ ‘primal’ strength that the Hulk is a capable of #whereas Bruce is horrified by it and I don’t know if he has any small amount of admiration for it at all #also Samson seems to be self-conscious that he isn’t more instinctive while fighting #it doesn’t have any detrimental effect on the actual fight but later in this issue he chides himself #for thinking thoughts like he’s presenting a doc​total dissertation during a fight #marvel #bruce banner #leonard samson #my posts #comic panels