#i hate having to lose a friend

[gaymarioo]

friendship breakups suck

#i hate having to lose a friend #this person gaslit n manipulated one of my other friends #and i don’t mean in the tumblr way. like actually tried to pin everything bad about their relationship on this person #also made jokes about rape fantasies after this person confessed their fear of being kidnapped. #so. not a great person #and ofc on their twitter they are playing the victim 🙄 #i was supposed to get a matching tattoo with this person but it was during the ice storm so we put it off #thank god

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ive never liked powerless saiki aus because the entire conclusion of the series is him accepting his powers as being a part of him that he cant change so like.. in aus where the power remover works, half of his development is erased..

if he had been "powerless" for longer, we wouldve gotten to see him realize this himself and im genuinely sad that we didnt.. we got to see him realize that being powerless wasnt the change he wished it would be and that its something he cant change, but its literally over a two day long period and we miss out on sooo much potential development..

and then in aus where hes born powerless, people think he would have the exact personality and development that he THOUGHT he would if he got rid of/didnt have his powers, like NO ? "without powers he would be another satou-" NO he would be a shy, borderline flamboyant, weird, awkward, genius LOSER.

he would have a more normal relationship with his brother (still probably competitive but in a way more average sibling way and kusuke wouldnt have had the motivation to become so murderous) and he would probably be even more friendless but with less trauma.. he may or may not have ever befriended akechi at all, and the classroom incident wouldnt have happened.. even some of his current friends might not be around if not for coincidences due to his powers or direct involvement from his powers.. (nendo and kaido would for sure still be there though, but this only ensures the idea that he would be the biggest fcking loser ever)

he would still be saiki, but. his powers are a key part of him. he would be totally different without them, but NOT in the way he thinks he would..

#also realistically he would be just as much of a stubborn asshole tsundere without his powers cmon #like yea his anxiety might present itself more as shyness than it does in canon him #but hes still an awkward stubborn asshole tsundere like thats just who the guy is #hes extra shy and maybe extra cute without his abilities to make people not find him cute #and is also like extremely ditzy and clumsy like he is in canon but its more visible to people because he doesnt have the powers to hide it #idk the point is his little quirks he thinks he wouldnt have would still be there but he wouldnt have the same faux justifications for them #need canon saiki to see an alternate universe him where he was born powerless #and hes like 'wow im going to see my ideal average me!' #and then au him is some super quirky ditzy clumsy kid with severe anxiety and also dysphoria #and he doesnt have powers to avoid being bullied like we see him do multiple times #this guy doesnt realize he will always be a loser no matter what #he loses key parts of himself and doesnt even realize that a lot of the parts left behind are still parts of himself that he hates #i know a lot of people think he would be much less jaded powerless which i get but #a lot of aspects of his personality that have less to do with his powers are a lot of the parts that he doesnt like and gets made fun of fo #so he would probably only be slightly less jaded and his awkwardness would just weigh it out a little more #though its hard to pinpoint exactly which aspects of him are only due to his powers #a lot of them are but i personally think those specific key personality traits would remain #anyway i would love to see what his relationship with his family would be like if he was born powerless #and i want to know who his friends would be #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki kusuo #meows post

[elliejoys]

I am free. Whatever I do. Whatever I choose. I do it out of m̘͓̪̋ͥͥ͐̍ͥy͕̠̳ͥͤ̎̀́ ̖̭͔̞͕̱͒ͬͬ̚ͅo͇̖̮̫̠̱͓ͫ̉ͨw̤͖̝̗̠͙̲̝͑͒̏ͯ̍ͅn͙̖͐̅ͫ̏̃̅̏̈́ ̟͚̘͑̈f̜̝͈͈̲̩͔̳̬ͪͯ͆ͯr̼̝̗͙̊e̗̝͂̈́ͮͨͣͫ̿e̖̲̼͎͍͕̎ͥͩͨ͊̀ͮͩ ͔̰̘̲̙̰̳̭̐͋̓ͣ̽̏ͣ̚w̻̻͖̠̒̌̾̽̾̑̐̂̾i̻̬ͥ̐l̼͙̫̗͎ͤͭͨͩ̒̍͐̑ͧl̠̩̊ͨ

#snkedit #snkgraphic #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren jaeger #eren yaeger #myedit #mygifs #anyway this quote has been in my head since the manga ended #and i was gonna make this gifset when the anime finished but its taking forever and i need to cope somehow so #cant believe im still emotional over snk in 2023 #i have such a love/hate relationship with eren #seeing him slowly lose his smile #and push his friends away to protect them #i just asdffdgrsefgrhtytgfrd #you dumb boy #eren did some things wrong #but at least give him one happy timeline :'(

[goobygnarp]

i need to make this clear. i dont like tcest. never havem never will. i strictly stand against it and all that goes with it. it makes me really sick to my stomach seeing it.

i dont ship the brothers nor do i condone it.

#it affects my mental health with all its dont to people on twitter #losing friends from the fandom in regards to it #having bad mental episodes cause of the worrry of what is next to come because of it #do not lump me in with tcesters #i hate them and all they support.

[jankwritten]

Jasico Bingo Challenge: Boyfriend Sweater

When Nico walks into the dining pavilion wearing a golden yellow sweater, Percy does a double-take. Actually, it’s a triple-take: first, he thought it was a new Apollo kid, then he realized it was Nico, then he realized it was Nico. Wearing a color. 

Is the world ending again? Was there something really wrong with the milk in his cereal? What in the everloving Hades was going on?! 

Nico sits down at table 13, unbothered as ever, and pulls the sleeves of the hoodie up. It’s way too big on him, like Big Bird shed and some poor fucker decided Nico di Angelo needed the empty muppet skin in his wardrobe. 

(Is it Nico? Maybe some changeling creature kidnapped their resident son of Hades and has decided to take his place? Maybe Percy needs to go over there and test him out, y’know, knick him with some iron or something to see if he burns. If it’s an imposter, though, they’re doing a piss-poor job. Is it an intentionally bad job? Gods, it’s barely eight AM on a Tuesday, does he seriously have to go save Nico from somewhere and kill a monster wearing his face? That does not sound like his ideal Tuesday, if he’s really real. He’ll totally do it, but he won’t like it, and maybe he should start planning how to take out a creature like-) 

“I can see the mountain you’re building,” Annabeth says, popping Percy’s strangely detailed daydream of hunting down and killing a weird, half-Nico, half-demon gremlin creature. He blinks the image out of his eyes and looks up at her, her hip resting against the edge of his table. 

She looks amused. He squints. “Nico’s been bodysnatched.” 

“Mm, no,” she says easily, with a shake of her head. “Nico’s wearing a jacket.” 

“A yellow jacket.” Percy looks at the son of Hades again. He just- can’t wrap his head around it. He hasn’t seen Nico willingly wear a color since the guy was ten years old. “A yellow jacket that’s, like, twice his size.” 

“It’s a molehill, seaweed brain. A jacket’s just a jacket.” 

“But it’s yellow.” 

“What was your nightmare about?” 

Percy physically recoils at the non sequitur, tilting back in his seat incredulously. His- what? His nightmare? What does his nightmare have to do with a jacket, anyway, that’s got nothing to do with this. 

He folds his arms on the table and makes a face. “That’s unrelated.” 

Annabeth’s mouth raise at the corners, her eyes watching him like an all-knowing hawk. An owl, three-sixty vision and nothing but questions, who, who? 

She pets through his hair and pushes her weight back up. As she draws her hand back, she taps his cheek, then his chin, and says, “just leave him alone, then.” 

Percy watches her walk back to her table. When she sits, he buries his face in his arms and groans. 

“Jason has also been bodysnatched,” Percy hisses to Annabeth during pottery class. 

“What makes you say that.” She throws her lump of clay at the pedestal in front of her and gives Percy the same look she gave him this morning. 

Percy decides to ignore that look, because that is the look of reason and he is far beyond that now. “He was wearing this black jacket with, like, skulls in hourglasses and weird skeleton butterflies and shit during Latin.” 

“He is related to Thalia, you know,” Annabeth hums. She wets her hands as the plate before her starts to spin. “Maybe he’s going through the family goth phase.” 

Had she not just leaned in to start forming something magical and incredible out of clay, Percy would slouch over Annabeth’s shoulders and plead with her to at least consider that something weird is going on. Maybe it’s not bodysnatchers or changelings, okay, but something is strange! Jason Grace does not just decide to wear emo shit! Jason Grace once had a panic attack because the Aphrodite Cabin stole a pair of his jeans and cut them into shorts! This is a man who has a stricter sense of style than Nico, who, fucking hell, don’t even get Percy started on that. The yellow jacket has remained on all day and it’s haunting him. 

Annabeth dips her thumbs into the top of her clay and does not respond. 

Percy slumps down into the stool beside hers and huffs, more for himself than anything. 

Change is okay. Change is fine. But change like this, with no reason, is the opposite of fine. Change like this is a low-blow stink bomb in an otherwise perfect Capture the Flag game, impossible to get out of his clothes and his skin and his hair. Change like this is how people die. 

He claws his hands up into his hair and listens to the steady whir of the pottery wheel, the sound of wet clay being molded and shaped in different ways. There’s a lull of conversation from other campers in the class, kids from all different cabins, because to them this is any other day. 

Maybe this should be any other day to him, too. No, not maybe. It should be. This should be a regular Tuesday, full of regular classes with his regular friends who are ordinary in whatever ways they can be, but instead, Percy’s brain has to go and mix up everything, make everything feel- out of control. 

HIs next exhale shakes too hard for his liking. His shoulders are too tense. 

Beside him, Annabeth keeps calmly shaping her pot. She dips her hands into the water every so often, probably executing some flawless plan of action she drafted the night before. She’s not always delicate with her hands, with art like this - Percy knows that’s something she’s self conscious about. She never thinks she can be good at finer things. 

That’s normal. That’s normal for her. Ordinary, to think that Annabeth Chase would tackle arts and crafts in the same way she would a war strategy, devising the perfect approach for a flawless result. Executing it flawlessly. 

She pinches too hard pulling up the walls of the pot. It crumples, then swings off the wheel entirely with the force of it’s motion, splattering wetly across Percy’s arms and the other campers at the bench. 

Percy watches Annabeth glare at her failed creation. She sticks her hands in the dirty water to scrub the clay off, wipes her hands off on her shirt, and pulls on Percy’s sleeve. 

“I hate pottery,” she mutters as they rise together. 

Percy grins. “I think it knows that,” he teases, and follows as she stomps toward the exit. 

When the answer slaps Percy in the face, it feels more like a gut punch in the way it makes him breathless and off-balance. 

“You’re…huh?” 

Annabeth clicks her tongue. “You two couldn’t think of a better way to do this?” she gestures between Nico and Jason, standing awkwardly side by side as if they don’t know what to do with themselves. 

They’re still wearing the wrong jackets. Each other’s jackets. 

Percy makes a face, then realizes that might not be the best response to his two friends telling him their dating, so he tries to make a different face. 

The world’s not ending. They’re just…together. Sharing jackets, like couples do. 

“We didn’t want to make it a big deal,” Jason says. He keeps glancing at Nico and chewing on the inside of his lip. Nico, with the golden sleeves of apparently-Jason’s-jacket pulled over his hands once more, looks stubborn. Like he’s ready to fight about something. 

Percy wipes his sweaty hands off on his shirt and gestures, though he’s not sure at what. “But Nico’s wearing a color?” 

He feels more than sees Annabeth’s disapproving glare at the side of his head. Jason draws himself up, then seems to falter. His head cocks to the side and he shakes his head. 

“What?” 

“That’s a big deal,” Percy reiterates. “Nico doesn’t wear colors.” 

“Nico is standing right here, wearing a color,” Nico grumbles. He shoves his hands into the pocket of the sweatshirt and gives Percy a glare that is far more familiar than literally anything else happening right now. “I’m allowed to wear whatever I want to wear, for the record.” 

“But you don’t!” 

“Well I do now. If you have a fucking problem with it-” 

“I never said I had a problem with it,” Percy snaps back, immediately on the defensive. “I was fucking worried about you, you little shit, I thought something was wrong. I thought- I don’t know what I thought! I thought you two were swapped with some other versions of yourself, I thought you’d been- I don’t know- abducted by aliens, or fairies, or something!” He throws his hands up in the air, then drops them back onto his head, staring sort of at the middle point between the two of them. “You can’t do that shit and not expect- I mean, because, come on, guys, you’re you, you two fucking freak out if someone so much as touches your clothes. What were we supposed to think?” 

The hearth crackles. It’s too pleasant a sound for the sick Percy feels. 

Annabeth takes his hand, at least, and squeezes. His face burns with the shame of yelling like this, over this, it just feels so fucking stupid all of a sudden. He feels so stupid. Annabeth tried to tell him it was nothing, and he let it all get away with him, he let that nasty part of his brain win and win and win, and now he’s taking his losses out on them. 

“I’m happy for you two,” he makes himself say, when no one else speaks. “I think I just also need therapy.” 

Finally, Annabeth snorts. It’s a noise Percy knows, one he can ground himself with, same as her palm hot in his, her weight tilting into his side as her head bonks into his chin. 

The stress he’d held bundled up in his spine and his shoulders and his stomach all day releases in an instant. He slouches back in against her and laughs against the top of her head. 

“Jesus Christ,” Nico mutters, when Percy can’t stop himself, dissolving into a fit of hysterics over his own bullshit. “This is why I said we should just tell them. He’s laughing at us.” 

“I think he’s laughing at himself,” Jason says. He sounds uncertain. 

Percy hugs Annabeth tight, and laughs himself hoarse. 

EXTRA 

Nico stares at himself in Jason’s mirror, with the sweater hanging halfway down his thighs, sleeves hanging off his hands, the peak of his collarbone through the freaking collar. He narrows his gaze into a glare. 

“I look like a toddler,” he says derisively. 

Jason, still getting dressed himself, laughs. When he appears in the mirror behind Nico, looking far more proportional in Nico’s sweatshirt (which is frankly fucking unfair), his grin softens into a smile that’s- something. Sweet. 

Nico twitches his nose.  

“I look like I’m six years old,” he says, grabbing the hem of the sweatshirt and yanking down. “Why are we doing this.” 

“‘Cause it’s silly,” Jason says. He presses a kiss against the side of Nico’s head and hugs him loosely from behind. “You don’t look like a baby, either. You just look your age.” 

Nico looks down at himself. Maybe there’s a point there, a point to be made about how he dresses for practicality, dresses to blend in, but never to express himself. Maybe there’s a point to be made about how his discomfort isn’t really for how he feels about this, but how he thinks others will feel about it. 

He tugs at the hem again, and looks back up. Jason’s eyes in the mirror are bright, as if taking in the sight of Nico in his hoodie like this is something to savor. 

Nico likes when Jason looks at him like that. He likes how it feels to be looked at like he’s attractive. He likes how it feels to be wanted. 

“I guess,” Nico concedes, leaning further back into Jason’s chest. Immediately, Jason’s stance is more solid, sturdy, holding them both up as easy as breathing. He holds Nico like it’s a promise that he’ll never let go. 

He looks at the pair of them in the mirror, a cohesive unit rather than two separate halves. Jason in black is definitely something Nico wants to see more of, especially with the way Nico’s clothes fit snug over him, just a little tight at the biceps and chest. He looks good, not that he doesn’t look good otherwise. Different. 

With Nico his contrast in yellow…maybe it isn’t so bad. Maybe he likes being the counterbalance, even. 

Jason squeezes him again. Those damn eyes in the mirror are making Nico too warm, like his stomach is full of hot jell-o. 

“Okay, fine, let’s do this,” he huffs. The difference in his tone must be audible, though, because Jason perks up and grins, his eyebrows up, face aglow. Nico can’t look at him for too long. It’s still strange knowing he can make someone feel like that. He doesn’t know what to do when Jason turns the full puppy-love thing on. “And stop looking at me like that, you’re going to give me cavities.” 

“Okay,” Jason says in a voice identical to his expression. 

Nico grabs his hand and squeezes it twice. 

Jason squeezes back, so tight it aches. Nico’s heart swells with bright affection. 

Alright. Maybe yellow isn’t so bad, actually. 

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #boyfriend sweater #fanfiction #okay so this is mostly actually about Percy and Annabeth BUT BUT BUT. it's the Jasico that matters. #Jasico is the heart of it the crux of it. #so it still counts #I think Percy has a lot of trouble dealing with things that he doesn't perceive as normal from his friends #I think the switch really fucked with him in that regard #He feels like if all of a sudden the people he knows aren't doing the things he knows them to do then maybe he's losing his memory again #maybe something fucked up has happened and he hasn't realized it yet #maybe nico wearing yellow signifies he's grieving because the last time Nico's style drastically changed overnight was when his sister died #i think percy is also WAY too attuned to Nico in general when it comes to his own mental health #I think he immediately jumps the gun on ANYTHING NIco is involved with (hence him immediately arguing when Nico assumes wrong) #I think he and Nico have a fucked up weird friendship where they both hate that they need to know each other the way they do #idk. Annabeth and Jason are holding Percy and Nico's leashes while letting them meet in the most controlled of dog parks #Percy bites first but Nico bites harder kinda deal #ANYWAY #pjo #jason grace #nico di angelo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #jasico #percabeth #hoo

[ra-vio]

the minish cap turned 19 years old on Nov 4

#loz #legend of zelda #minish cap #toon link #link #I was busy that day. trying not to succumb to the thoughts #it was also my friend's birthday. he lives in japan so I celebrated on the 4th #im trying really hard to not fail my math course. i always take the worse math course on earth in fall #ironically the class im taking is the culmination of the other two worse math classes on earth before calc3. im not taking calc 3 #i will actually kermit. im so fucking tired. daylight savings ending is kicking my ass and its only day 3 #i've been trying to draw because i didnt draw all of october and im kinda losing my mind #and when im losing my mind i usually have some sort of buffer. its not re4 anymore cause i finished so it has to be drawing #im trying to practice the self care of doing my homework days in advance so i can get the weekends off. i hate it here. genuinely #i miss re4 so bad. i miss my wife. i miss my malewife. i miss luis #i forgot to say something about the art. i love the minish cap. its what my username is based on #my other username. not ra-vio. we know what that's based off #wow the colors look weird on pc

[paperglader]

in this episode Imogen:

Took off her circlet. You know, that one that finally gave her peace and quiet, that soothed her constant pain and anxiety, and that gave her the confidence and energy to get back to fully feeling comfortable on her own skin after years. That’s the one. She just took it off.

Told laudna that she was disgusted by the fact that delilah was always watching them. You know, something that laudna fully has no control over whatsoever.

Admitted that she felt like she’s “tainted” and that the gods have been ignoring her for her entire life, in spite of her trying over and over to reach them. So she doesn’t really want to save them.

Mentioned being genuinely scared of meeting Liliana again. Totally not a problem, I’m sure nothing bad will happen there. Specially not in the next couple of episodes.

Said some unfair stuff to fearne, that I genuinely think is coming from somewhere else entirely, and I hope we circle back to eventually.

It’s safe to say that I am officially ��worried✨ about the farmgirl

#I will not tolerate any amount of Imogen hate on this post if anyone even dares #miss temult will only be treated with love and tenderness in any post of mine 😂 #but anyways #girly has spent like the last 2-3 eps fully hearbroken about the shit that keeps happening to them #so like yeah #of course #she’s on some sort of breaking point #she talked to a god yet again who she’s trying to save only to be ignored and pressed upon the fact that she’ll lose the woman she loves #Laudna’s abuser has been continuously tormenting them and fully damaging Laudna’s wellbeing whilst she can’t do much of anything #laudna asked her to move on and find happiness when Delilah inevitably takes over #also to take her down before that happens #they’re about to go to the moon where they could face and/or even have to kill some of the bad guys that include her own mother #plus she’s constantly fighting off this intrinsic need of hers to give into a power that’ll destroy her and everyone she loves #the farmgirl is truly NOT doing alright #oh and a friend of hers just manipulated another friend of hers into letting them kill themselves #pretty wild #critical role #Laudna needs her own post btw cause she’s going THROUGH it as well #imodna #imogen temult #southern gothic #c3 #cr spoilers #c3 spoilers #critical role spoilers #bells hells #campaign 3

[cleo-serotonin]

im just a totally ordinary girl feeling distraught over the 50s merms and everything they sacrificed and ms. chatham desperately trying to save the girls from the same fate just for them to suffer it anyways

#as much as i hate mako making them drifting canon… it’s another parallel to the 50s merms ☹️ #(even though the original storyline was not meant to go that route (which I have a post on) so I’ll still reject it as canon) #why are they me 😀👍 #losing all your friends?? umm that just means ur actually a mermaid #h2o just add water #Louise chatham

[wantbytaemin]

current situation: crying on the bathroom floor bc apparently im only good enough to some people when something is needed from me

#im literally going to lose my mind i HATE being a doormat i hate that i can’t help it #like imagine not communicating w someone at all then using their private thoughts on TUMBLR of all things against them then having the gall #to ask a favor. and am i going to do it? yeah of course i am. and are my friends currently all screaming at me in the groupchat to not do #it? of course they are

[eternallovers65]

Thoughts about dramatrio as a forever viewer (and occasionally bad and baghera viewer)

RP WISE!!!! DON'T GO BOTHER THE CC'S

From q!forever's perspective, you can see how the dramatrio was always a duo and not a trio. qbad and qbaghera do not trust forever, and if they do, they don't trust him enough for their secrets.

- They never supported qforever during his presidency (qbad did vote for him, tho). qbad always complained about everything forever did, even tho qforever always tried to listen to him and everyone else.

- qbaghera did not told him the secret about her childhood, but she told qbad. Just like bad didn't tell qforever about the fed worker he kidnapped but he told qbaghera.

- "Oh but qforever took his waystone first" he did that because he asked for an item and no one helped him, so he got tired of helping people but no one helping him

- Also, qbaghera is dapper's mom, and qbad is pomme's dad. qforever was never included in this conversation.

- They say forever will get easily manipulated by the federation because he's the president, but yesterday both bad and baghera said they don't think cucurucho is bad

- They both banned forever from their houses

Anyway, they like to have forever around for the fun part of it, to joke and all but when stuff get serious they don't tell him anything and keep talking about him behind his back. And the only people that actually trust qforever is the favelafive

#i saw people saying that qbaghera was in a lose lose situation yesterday but idk you tell bad but you dont tell forever??? #'oh because hes the president“ when did qforever ever betrayed his best friends??? during the whole pill arc he still tried to help cellbit #also the whole argument goes to shit because now bad and baghs are saying cucurucho isnt bad as if he didn't lock up phil or torture cellbi #this was always a duo during the serious moments and only blind people dont see this and say qforever is acting like a child #and i think this started when q!forever hit leo during his attack but even tho he redeemed himself foolish doesnt hate him for that #and has forgiven him somehow baghera and bad dont and they have this idea that forever is impulsive even tho he can be quite the strategist #when he wants and again he always does everything for everyone and theres zero retribution from them i mean forever literally did that part #for bad two days ago and told he would try to make bad and baghera happy even tho he doesnt know whats going on with them bc they dont tell #anyway im tired of forever being the good guy always i need him to actully wake up and just stop caring #qsmp #qbaghera #qbadboyhalo #qforever

[useramor]

>:/

#okay hello having a bit of a dilemma here advice would be welcome and appreciated #i don't want taylor swift on my dash #i don't like her for many valid reasons but above everything else #she irritates me deeply #unfortunately so many mutuals that i'm close with and love are big swifties #and i don't want to unfollow them and break the mutual and no longer see the content they post that i DO like #but also like. i hate when taylor does something and then my whole dash is just. filtered post after filtered post. #because everyone is talking about it #it ruins my fun on here a little bit #and most of my mutuals who are big swifties tag the posts but sometimes it's a silly text post #so they'll just reblog #and i can't even blame them because i do the same thing i don't tag every single post i make #but goddddddd it's driving me crazy #idk what to do about it #like these are my FRIENDS i don't want to unfollow my friends :( especially because i don't text everyone outside of tumblr #so i'd lose contact with a lot of people and that would suck :/ #ugh idk man #anyway #be quiet bia

[hajihiko]

wow.... class 77 living that island commune polycule life..... beautiful...

I mean shit dude you committed atrocities and so did the people around you. And everyone else in the world except this one dude and *his* polycule HATE you. And now you're awake and you have exactly this one group to hang and cope with. And you're suddenly like 21 and so is everyone else. Of course you're gonna get creative with relationships

#I have a comic planned that somewhat explains how I feel #Their situation is SO unique I cant get enough a it #Can you imagine?? All your relationships will come from the same group of people from now on #Found family is super real especially when you have literally no one else #No one else. In the WORLD. Will EVER understand what happened to you. #In fact they might hate you for things that happened to you. That you made happen #You're the only person in the world who understands how y9ure the villain and victim #They're your family. And community. And friends. And lovers. They're all you can know anymore #Not an art #How do people not go nuts over this concept??? I am losing it every day

[imminent-danger-came]

*sigh*. So. 3x03 right. "You rigged this table so that no matter what plate Monty was under, he would drop down from under it just as your contestant made their choice!" and how that works with the game motif in 4x10, "Ugh, again? Remind me how this 'game' is supposed to convince me I'm not destined to turn into an evil demon monkey thing again!? Cause every option I pick takes me to this same screen!" "Hey you're finally getting it! No matter what options it's giving you, you're always gonna end up in the same spot." And it's like, losing being inevitable, the game being rigged, the only option being to find a different choice, yet still "every choice has consequences—for someone." Overall I just kinda feel like this:

#I hate game motif I hatteeee herrrrr #LMK stop having thematically relevant games challenge (impossible) (super hard) (unachievable) (hopeless) #Actually all of 3x03 hurts me #MK *LITERALLY* wagering his friends to win (and for more power) #Like okay. Okay sure #Okay #uhuhhuhuhuhuhuh #''There's no way I can lose if my friends are on the line!'' #Oh okay. This is terrible this sucks #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk rant #lmk game motif #God like of course. OF COURSE MK get's one of his powers back in s3 by playing a rigged game #Of course he fucking does #Because fuck me and fuck everything #I also hate exchange theme did you know that #whatever #''you don't want to fight Azure cause people might get hurt—you don't want to not fight Azure cause people might get hurt— #so do something else! Only you can decide who you are kiddo.'' #Okay but who is MK did you ever think about that #Did you consider that question #''I just want to be me. To be MK!'' ''Yeah well. We all know exactly where that leads don't we.'' #Like god whatever #Sorry I remembered. LMK is a surreal experience #it's a lego breakdowwwnnnn da da daaa do. da da da do dooo #these tags are illegible and that's okay

[bookshelf-in-progress]

Daughter of the House of Dreams: A Fragment

Author's Note: This is the opening to a long-abandoned "Sleeping Beauty" retelling that I no longer plan to write, but I still like it as a piece of prose, and it sparked my enduring interest in second-person narration, so it feels relevant, and why should long-dead authors be the only ones who get to have their unfinished fragments published?

If you ever travel to Monetta City, be sure to visit Faraway Lane. Walk past the glittering new shops, and the shoppers in their bright silk dresses and top hats, and you'll find a cozy stone shop at the end of the street. This shop isn't grand and mighty like the other shops. It won't sniff and turn you away if your clothes aren't the latest fashion. It's a grandmotherly old shop that shakes its head at the prancing and preening of the younger shops, and invites you in instead. It holds no wares in its windows; it hardly has windows at all. But it has a warm and wide wooden door, with a shingle hanging above—Alessia Day, maker of dreams.

Don't ponder the sign's message too long—it means exactly what it says. Just slip inside, shut the door behind you, and look. Don't breathe too deeply, unless you want a week of crazy dreams, but allow yourself one gasp of astonishment. You won't be able to stop yourself. No living person has failed to feel awe toward the rows and rows of shelves, longer than streets and taller than palaces, filled to bursting with glass bottles in such bright colors that the dresses in the other shops' windows would weep in envy. Some bottles are the size of thumbnails. Most fit comfortably in the palm. Some are as large as breadboxes or steamer trunks or carriage horses, but the shelves manage to fit them all. And each bottle is filled to the brim with dreams.

If you don't understand, ask Alessia Day. You'll find her at a counter half a mile from the door, polishing bottles and humming a song you've heard but can't remember. She's an old woman now, and proud of it, but squint your eyes and start to daydream, and you'll see her as I remember her—a willow-wand girl with shining brown hair and eyes that sparkle with half-formed jokes.

Tell this girl how pretty she is (she'll laugh and call you crazy) and ask about her dreams. She'll tell you of her stock and sell you any dream you ask for—daydreams and pipe dreams, dreams of love, dreams of adventure, dreams of loved ones lost and loved ones found and people you've never met but wish you had. She'll show you dreams of lush and perfect islands, dreams where fishes fly through the air, and dreams where people swim the seas with fishes' tails. She'll pull down dreams that last a second but linger a lifetime, dreams that fill a month of stormy nights, dreams that fade on waking and dreams that drown out memories. If you let her, she'll talk of dreams until you drift off, and she'll bottle up your dream while you doze.

But if you're smart (I know you are) you'll step to the counter with a clear glass bottle, empty of everything but air, and ask for her story instead. She'd distill it in a dream for you, and be glad to do it—I once saw her whip it up in half a minute, and I'll bet she's even faster now. Buy the dream, but don't drink it right away. You won't be ready for it. Linger in the shop a while. Hear the story first from Alessia Day's lips, in that voice of hers that's sweeter than singing.

You won't believe half of it, but when you stagger from the shop and wander the empty, starlit streets, you'll ponder over passages until you stumble into bed at sunrise. And when you wake, the world will be different—you'll see tiny footprints on the windowsills, know things about the shadows on the walls, tip your hat to creatures in the corner of your eye, and realize there is another color no one else can see. You'll laugh and call it your imagination, but every second Tuesday, you'll start to wonder if the old woman was right, if the things she told you were true.

If you drink the dream she made, you'll know. I'll understand if you don't—some things are easier not to know. But if you do, and dream through her story, come to my house and ring the bell. My man will let you in—he'll know you by the wonder on your face. He'll bring you to my study, set you in my oldest, softest chair, and get us both settled with a steaming pot of tea. Then, once you've finished babbling, I'll close my eyes and tell you my part in the tale.

#the bookshelf progresses #i had completely forgotten the story that this was supposed to be the prologue to #then over the weekend i found the plot summary again #it was actually pretty cool #it was about this girl whose family served as the most prestigious dream-makers in the nation #because they provide dreams to the famed cursed and sleeping princess #and then she discovers that the princess could have been woken a bunch of times over the century #but her family prevented it because they didn't want to lose their cash cow #and then of course she has to find a way to break the curse #i don't know why i thought having this random dude as narrator was the way to go #(unless the story morphed a lot between initial idea and whatever story i intended to write with this prologue) #he was probably in the prince role #and would marry the princess while remaining friends with alessia #beyond that i have no clue what i was going for #(also i don't think i would do the 'he teams up with this girl and marries someone else' plot if i did it today #because i hate marian halcombe situations where the hero develops a strong dynamic with his adventure partner #only to for some inexplicable reason marry someone pretty and boring) #anyway today's a day where i want to write and don't really have time to #so i'm just posting this instead

[astraltrickster]

Also I've made one of my older posts about AI stuff unrebloggable because it was starting to go around and while my final verdict opinion hasn't really changed - I still strongly consider it a really exciting tool that can be used for both good and evil and despise its use as a corporate cost-cutting gimmick or a new way for trolls and grifters to be giant cockholes but love seeing what people do with it for its OWN value as a tool and how making art out of ANYTHING is such a human thing to do-

digging even a few inches deeper has caused my reasons for arriving at that same conclusion to change a lot lmao

It's kind of my current ultimate example of

[Source]

#personal #ai tag #and also i complain about how its flaws are making.people way too sympathetic to reactionary arguments #this doesnt mean i fail to recognize or hate the way it's used for evil #but hair-splitting about Real Art and Real Labor has NEVER led anywhere good this time will NOT be an exception #and ''we have to shove this genie back in the bottle to Save Jobs'' has always been a losing argument #and beefing up copyright is the exact opposite of preventing the worst uses #but holy shit we need better online privacy protection and vfx unions #we need that shit 40 years ago #and we need automation taxes to go to beefed up unemployment -> ubi #and i hate how theres a kind of godwins law corollary with 1984 because the filters on so many readily available generators are #TERRIFYING #its bad enough when tiktok tries to block you from talking about queerness and mental health and basic facts of life #at least they cant block you from saying it to a friend next to you #but when companies falsely think they can monopolize the entire concept of making images #and decide that various disabilities are ''too violent'' to show.......... #yeeeeeah yikes

[flowerflamestars]

Effloresce snippet

“How did you,” Nesta had managed to surprise her, “How did you come to meet this woman?” Nesta let out a ragged, half-mad laugh. “I tried to hire her to smuggle me into the Spring Court to save my sister.” She twisted, looking straight at Kali. “Why do they call Rhysand a pretender?” Warmth, whatever warmth Nesta had garnered, evaporated. “The heir died,” Kali pronounced. “The current High Lord prevented us from vengeance. We could not- the Lady Shahar did not return to the sky. You cannot lead the clans without honor.” Nesta’s honor was tarnished in every direction. Her father, her sister, her dead uncounted. “Who is the next heir?” Kali sucked in an audible breath and then, just as careful, off as the way Koram had touched her, clapped the back of Nesta’s shoulder where bone and muscle would meet in wings were she something else. “That pale bitch who’s been dragging Cassian around by his throat for centuries, my lady.” Morrigan. Of course, it was Morrigan. Nesta wiped her face. “Will it cause problems?” “Your friend, the mercenary? The mortal child of an Illyrian?” Kali shrugged, motion half wings, “It will be strange. Not violent.” “And probably good for them to see.” “Them,” Kali echoed. Nesta pressed hard against her wet eyes, once, the pressure twinned with pain in her face. “I’m not going to tell anyone who they can or cannot consort with,” Nesta nearly hissed, before she reeled herself back in. “I am not a High Lord. These things happen, and there is nothing wrong with them.” Kali, quite obviously cautious, squeezed Nesta’s shoulder like it was made of bone fine porcelain. “Lady Nesta.” It was kind, and utterly unbearable. “Why do you need her?” Kali asked, after a long moment. “The mercenary?” Nesta, feeling like the expression cracked her, bleeding open, smiled. “She travels in the company of Jurian,” Nesta told her, one more Archeron secret laid bare, “Breaker of chains and kings. I have need of him.”

#hi hello for anyone new to this au I HAVE NEVER FOUND A THREAD I DONT WANT TO YANK #yes forever and always on my personal Rhys was not meant to be heir bullshit #Nesta is about to have the worst week of her life while Elain is on her wartime sedition themed honeymoon #Kali has known Cassian since he was ten! #she hates Mor! #(I do not...exactly. But this story is not great for her) #Jurian and Lucien friends if not lovers in every au #culture clash! #Azriel slow motion losing his shit completely #something something Rhysand's sister having a NAME #and her death rebounding all the way back to ruin his shitty government beloved #effloresce