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laushria · 29 days
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Seagulls sea and sand.
PS then they were pecked by birds
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tblsomedoodles · 1 year
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Speedpaint for April
Just realized i should have just drawn April for April but too late now
prompt was "Mikey and Dee hanging out, with their Switches; alternatively including Leon and Raph, too"
So here's Dee and Mikey chilling behind the couch playing video games. And Leo being confused b/c 1) what are they playing and where can he get one? and 2) why are they behind the couch!
Anyways, will reblog with link to video once it's up (about to go do that now.)
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goodwitchlantern · 1 year
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gus and matt headshots
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thatlesbiancrow · 7 months
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baby picture of cornwallis!!!
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supernovaa-remnant · 7 months
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wnat to ply m inecrft or s star dwe but fr ends.. busy
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macaroni-rascal · 1 year
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Did I get custom t-shirt's of an inside joke for my brothers for Christmas cause I could think of nothing else? Sure did.
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dudefrommywesterns · 2 years
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I'm thinking about going back to college
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sakuranoumi · 2 years
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Fandom: Shaman King
Characters: Manta, Yoh, Anna
Word Count: 867
Prompt: Haunted Sleepover
Finding out he could see ghosts was not an easy thing to accept, but Manta likes to think he handled it pretty well. He definitely didn't scream or have a break down. Nope. Not at all.
He was calm and cool when Amidamaru appeared and he continued to be calm and collected as all the ghosts in the cemetery appeared and Yoh continued to go back to it day after day.
Totally cool as the one drunk ghost who died fighting a bear told Manta he was no bigger than a cub that he swore he totally didn't try to fight either. Manta's pretty sure he got what was coming to him even if Amidamrau told him the “bear” could have been anything in the ghosts drunken haze.
What's not so easy to accept after a few months is finding out that Yoh lives in a haunted burned down inn filled with ghosts. Also, he has a fiancée and she's a holy terror but Manta's not going to think on that right now.
“Relax, Manta, Anna said you can stay,” Yoh calls from where he's setting up the futons.
“I'm not scared of her.” A lie. He didn't see Yoh or Anna all summer, but he definitely didn't spend it thinking nice things about her. He also didn't try to track Yoh down with his father's money for fear of his life. Part of that was also self preservation because he knew his parents wouldn't like Yoh's family history.
“Is this your first sleepover?” Yoh asks, eyes wide like a puppy. It isn't for Manta but he doesn't like the feeling he's getting that this is a first for Yoh.
“They won't leave,” Manta mutters softly, waving his hand in the general direction of all the ghosts floating lazily in the room.
Yoh blinks, the realization coming to him slowly before his eyes scan the whole room.
“I can tell them to leave,” Yoh states, already making a shooing motion.
Manta sighs, “They'll just come back.”
“They won't,” Yoh answers, but his voice holds uncertainty as his eyes shift to Amidamaru debating telling him to keep watch.
“Go home if you're scared,” Anna's voice comes from nowhere as she slides the door open staring down at Manta.
“Can you knock?” Manta yells, jumping up, “What if we were changing?”
“You weren't,” Anna answers like it doesn't excuse anything that just happened.
“Come on,” Yoh sighs, “Be nice. This is all still new.”
“It's been four months.”
Yoh gives her a look.
“Fine,” Anna relents, “I'll keep all the ghosts out of the room for the baby.”
“I'm not a baby, and this haunted sleepover doesn't scare me,” Manta retorts, a fire in his eyes.
Anna smirks at him and that's when Manta realizes he played right into her hands.
“How do you do it, Yoh?” Manta asks flopping onto the futon and bedding, “She got me to do exactly what she wanted in two minutes flat. I want to strangle her and yet you still look at her with moons in your eyes as you complain about her in the same breath.”
“Anna's...complicated,” Yoh settles for scratching his cheek. “but everything she does it because she cares. It's just kinda hard to see.”
“You know she did this for you right? She could care less about me.”
“That's not true. It's very important that you feel comfortable especially since I probably accidentally awakened your shamanic sight.”
“I do feel comfortable,” Manta argues.
“One day you're going to travel somewhere and you might wake up with a ghost in the room because someone was murdered there and the hotel just kept quiet because what someone doesn't know won't hurt them. What will you do then?”
“Are you talking form experience?” Manta asks, suddenly creeped out.
“Nah. I hardly ever traveled, and Grandma's inn doesn't count because she's a shaman and most of the dead spirits were on the mountain anyway.”
“But for your information, I'd ask for another room. Money talks. I can't soothe an angry spirit like you can. There's no way I'm staying in that room no matter how used to this I am.”
“Then I guess Anna's special training was for nothing,” Yoh comments casually before his eyes widened in realization.
“Manta,” Yoh whispers, “We finally beat her at something. I finally got a win.”
Manta smacks his pillow in Yoh's face.
“This is my win. You have to keep working for your own. And we aren't telling her because I value my life.”
“Good point,” Yoh agrees, settling into his own futon after turning out the light.
“Hey, Manta?” Yoh whispers as the insects buzz outside, “Thanks for staying.”
“You're the one that told me to get used to your weird ghost life,” Manta answers, with no heat behind his words.
Yoh chuckles, “I guess I did. But I'm still glad we're friends.”
“Me too.”
This is the best thing that had ever happened to Manta. The world is so much brighter and colorful now.
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captaineriksson · 2 years
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the crowd at the turkey vs germany game is making me emotional 🥺
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tearlessrain · 1 month
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please help me- i used to be pretty smart but i’m having so much trouble grasping the concept of diegetic vs non-diegetic bdsm!
gfkjldghfd okay first of all I'm sorry for the confusion, if you're not finding anything on the phrase it's because I made it up and absolutely nobody but me ever uses it, but I haven't found a better way to express what I'm trying to say so I keep using it. but now you've given me an excuse to ramble on about some shit that is only relevant to me and my deeply inefficient way of talking and by god I'm going to take it.
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SO. the way diegetic and non-diegetic are normally used is to talk about music and sound design in movies/tv shows. in case you aren't familiar with that concept, here's a rundown:
diegetic sound is sound that happens within the world of the movie/show and can be acknowledged by the characters, like a song playing on the stereo during a driving scene, or sung on stage in Phantom of the Opera. it's also most other sounds that happen in a movie, like the sounds of traffic in a city scene, or a thunderclap, or a marching band passing by. or one of the three stock horse sounds they use in every movie with a horse in it even though horses don't really vocalize much in real life, but that's beside the point, the horse is supposed to be actually making that noise within the movie's world and the characters can hear it whinnying.
non-diegetic sound is any sound that doesn't exist in the world of the movie/show and can't be perceived by the characters. this includes things like laugh tracks and most soundtrack music. when Duel of Fates plays in Star Wars during the lightsaber fight for dramatic effect, that's non-diegetic. it exists to the audience, but the characters don't know their fight is being backed by sick ass music and, sadly, can't hear it.
the lines can get blurry between the two, you've probably seen the film trope where the clearly non-diegetic music in the title sequence fades out to the same music, now diegetic and playing from the character's car stereo. and then there are things like Phantom of the Opera as mentioned above, where the soundtrack is also part of the plot, but Phantom of the Opera does also have segments of non-diegetic music: the Phantom probably does not have an entire orchestra and some guy with an electric guitar hiding down in his sewer just waiting for someone to break into song, but both of those show up in the songs they sing down there.
now, on to how I apply this to bdsm in fiction.
if I'm referring to diegetic bdsm what I mean is that the bdsm is acknowledged for what it is in-world. the characters themselves are roleplaying whatever scenarios their scenes involve and are operating with knowledge of real life rules/safety practices. if there's cnc depicted, it will be apparent at some point, usually right away, that both characters actually are fully consenting and it's all just a planned scene, and you'll often see on-screen negotiation and aftercare, and elements of the story may involve the kink community wherever the characters are. Love and Leashes is a great example of this, 50 Shades and Bonding are terrible examples of this, but they all feature characters that know they're doing bdsm and are intentional about it.
if I'm talking about non-diegetic bdsm, I'm referring to a story that portrays certain kinks without the direct acknowledgement that the characters are doing bdsm. this would be something like Captive Prince, or Phantom of the Opera again, or the vast majority of bodice ripper type stories where an innocent woman is kidnapped by a pirate king or something and totally doesn't want to be ravished but then it turns out he's so cool and sexy and good at ravishing that she decides she's into it and becomes his pirate consort or whatever it is that happens at the end of those books. the characters don't know they're playing out a cnc or D/s fantasy, and in-universe it's often straight up noncon or dubcon rather than cnc at all. the thing about entirely non-diegetic bdsm is that it's almost always Problematic™ in some way if you're not willing to meet the story where it's at, but as long as you're not judging it by the standards of diegetic bdsm, it's just providing the reader the same thing that a partner in a scene would: the illusion of whatever risk or taboo floats your boat, sometimes to extremes that can't be replicated in real life due to safety, practicality, physics, the law, vampires not being real, etc. it's consensual by default because it's already pretend; the characters are vehicles for the story and not actually people who can be hurt, and the reader chose to pick up the book and is aware that nothing in it is real, so it's all good.
this difference is where people tend to get hung up in the discourse, from what I've observed. which is why I started using this phrasing, because I think it's very crucial to be able to differentiate which one you're talking about if you try to have a conversation with someone about the portrayal of bdsm in media. it would also, frankly, be useful for tagging, because sometimes when you're in the mood for non-diegetic bodice ripper shit you'd call the police over in real life, it can get really annoying to read paragraphs of negotiation and check-ins that break the illusion of the scene and so on, and the opposite can be jarring too.
it's very possible to blur these together the same way Phantom of the Opera blurs its diegetic and non-diegetic music as well. this leaves you even more open to being misunderstood by people reading in bad faith, but it can also be really fun to play with. @not-poignant writes fantastic fanfic, novels, and original serials on ao3 that pull this off really well, if you're okay with some dark shit in your fiction I would highly recommend their work. some of it does get really fucking dark in places though, just like. be advised. read the tags and all that.
but yeah, spontaneous writer plug aside, that's what I mean.
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clown-owo · 11 months
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been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading
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canisalbus · 7 months
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✦ Milk and Honey ✦
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asavt · 7 days
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Once upon a time a small rat walked into my web...
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lazylittledragon · 24 days
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mombin pt 2 because we're committed now
(part 1 is here)
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inkskinned · 10 months
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so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.
first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.
it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.
and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.
you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.
and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.
your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.
in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.
in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.
so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.
you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.
once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.
and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"
you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?
hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!
you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.
we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?
#where's the word woman in this u might wonder if u suck#good news i am nonbinary and have a uterus so that is something that can happen#im also gender fluid tho which means im immune to certain psychic damage bc if u call me a woman i'll be like <3 okay <3#writeblr#the tightrope of ''ppl need access to this''#and like also#''what the fuck is going on over there'' is like. so difficult as an activist#i was <3 punctured <3 during mine#and almost bled out on the table :) they didn't have anyone standing by bc it's ''just a little insertion''#so i started crashing and i vaguely remember apologizing for the fuss as i heard my heart rate monitor start going <3 tachycardic <3#she wasn't even a bad doctor tbh#ps btw the reason i even HAD a heart monitor is that i have a genuine heart condition and they knew GOING IN that there was a chance#i'd crash on the table#like my heart just likes to do fun little tricks and <3 stop working <3 (i do not want to discuss the specifics ty i am okay im ontop of it#and they were like 'oh u will be fine' and then she did do a puncture thru my uterus . pop!#and im sitting there dizzy and feeling my heartrate start to drop bc it feels almost. beautiful. like. the whole ground just#woosh! out from under you. and shit is like grey's anatomy. i'm looking up at her grey eyes#she's old she wears this nice shawl she's like got Cool Lesbian vibes and people are sprinting into the room#from other parts of the clinic unrelated to me. while the monitor is like a little aria singing#and shes like hey youre okay stay awake stay with me something went wrong we have to keep trying#and i remember thinking - i was trying to think of nice things. i have so many beautiful places that now overlap#with this terrible memory#i became dimly aware that there was too much on her wrists and hands. like#that was too many liters#and then when they had finished all this. i packed up and drove myself home#i have had (bad thing) happen to me. and the same feeling happened after#that numb almost lamblike bleating. you cry without noise. like. ur body is so shocked and ur mind so empty#you just stare at the road and everything everything is happening behind glass and static and you are standing so far away from it#while you hold ur hands at 10 and 2. and something in ur brain is SCREAMING at you - IT WAS BAD AND IT SHOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED#and ur just watching the alarms in your body going off and youre thinking. a little pinch! ha. i think i just lost something important.
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I truly, TRULY do not know how to say this, because the fact that I have to say it makes me feel like I am losing my grip on reality. But no, in the post-capitalistic anarchist utopia, I will not be relying on “autistic minecraft girlies” to be building inspectors because - and this may shock you - one of those occupations takes years of education in how to read and interpret hundreds of thousands of lines of regulations based on complicated math and physics that were the result of decades of tragedy and death, and the other one involves playing a children’s video game.
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