#ignore me im rambling

[apuzzledprince]

hello, it is pride month. do not degender multigender people.

#my pronouns personally are he/she #please do not just use one #for the love of everything do not use they/them for me i hate it #ignore me im rambling #multigender #bigender #pride month #isogender

[sea-owl]

You know I've seen people compare how both Violet and Penelope having similar mothers (though in my opinion, even if it's a biased one, Portia is better than Lady Ledger) and maybe Violet sees a bit of herself in Penelope because of it. But I never see people talking about their fathers because I think that's part of how these two are shaped differently besides having some similarities.

Violet, in the words of Lady Danbury, was fortunate in life, having Lord Ledger as a father. His nickname for her beauty and brains shows us as the audience that he's an attentive father. He cares about Violet choosing her over his own happiness. And while Violet can hold her own against her mother, we get the sense that Lord Ledger is ready to come to her aid should she need it. That wink he gave her makes me partly believe it's because of his support that Violet can speak out against Lady Ledger.

Then we have Lord Featherington, who chose himself over his daughters. He chose his gambling and gambled away the only potential safety nets for his daughters that were their doweries. When Portia criticizes Penelope, Lord Featherington is never around, even when he is. He may physically be in the room, but he's lost to whatever he's reading in that newspaper, and we rarely see his face when he has it. His family can beg for his attention and he would still not give it to them. The one ball he has to chaperone at and he's not paying attention to any of his daughters. The man who should have been Penelope's, and frankly all of the Featherington sisters', first protector failed them miserably. At best, he's a bank account, and even that, he failed in.

That support and being able to rely on some in the home, to me, is the key difference between the two wallflowers. Violet was encouraged and supported by her father, leading her to be unafraid to speak her mind. Penelope was shown at a young age that she has to rely on herself, and maybe if she's quiet or subtle, they'll get bored and leave her alone. At least temporarily.

#ignore me im rambling #bridgerton #violet bridgerton #penelope featherington #lord ledger #lord featherington

[hepaidattention]

I just got so emotional thinking about our little pjo the show babies as little adults, and they're hanging off a ledge, and Percy telling her he can't lose her again, because all he's ever done is lose her and get her back and lose her and get her back and he's done. he won't do it again. and yeah I'm crying.

maybe we'll never even get to see that, maybe they won't ever make enough seasons for us to see it. but I would cry if we did.

also I would DIE if they alter Titans Curse and give us Percy catching her before she falls into the pit with the Manticore, and her telling him to let go, but he says never, only she does fall because she slips. Then he's about to jump in after her, but Artimis stops him, and he never forgives himself. Until we see him in Mark of Athena, telling her he'll never let go of her again 🥺

#ignore me im rambling #ommgggggg tho #omg #im also CRYING #percabeth #pjo spoilers #percy jackson #annabeth chase #mark of athena spoilers #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians spoilers

[peppermint-squirrel]

Rain

In a rare pocket of peace between battling bad guys, saving Jump City (if not the world), and a noisy tower, Raven and Cyborg find a moment to just be.

Raven found tranquility in the dead of night, in the heart of a raging thunderstorm.

She hovered, legs crossed, palms planted on her knees, before the sleek glass face of the Tower. Thunder drummed and lightning forked through the belly of the bruised blanket stitched across the sky, turning the glass into liquid moonlight that rippled and danced across her face.

The door to the living room whirred open.

"Rae?"

Cyborg.

"What're you —" A massive yawn interrupted him. She heard his shuffling tread as he entered the living room, felt the last remnants of sleep he hadn't shaken off clinging to him like cobwebs. "What're you doing up so late?"

"Enjoying the weather."

He whistled. "Man," he said, "it's really coming down."

His footsteps stopped, then started again — he was heading into the kitchen.

"I'll be out of your hair in a sec, Raven. I'm just grabbing a snack."

Raven's gaze skated away from the clouds. She spotted his reflection, poised in front of the open refrigerator as he rummaged through it.

"You can stay," she said. Carefully. Cautiously. "If you want to."

She saw him pause, saw his head crane over his shoulder.

She met his gaze in the glass.

It was easy to suppress, to restrain, to stifle (she'd been doing it her whole life) — it was impossible to ignore.

(Oxymorons. Go figure.)

She wanted him to stay.

"Yeah," he said finally, slowly. "Alright." He offered her a crooked grin. "Do you want anything to eat?"

"What're you making?"

"Waffles."

"Figures," Raven said drolly.

"Ah, but not just any waffles," Cyborg continued, his grin stretching. "Toast 'em, slap some pb & j and butter on 'em, and you've got yourself a top-notch waffle sandwich."

"Fascinating."

"And delicious. You in?"

"No. I'm fine."

Cyborg nodded. He turned away, then paused. He turned back. "Tea?"

Raven blinked. "I thought we were out."

He turned away again. His hand floated up to cup the back of his neck. "Yeah. We were. Ran out to the store with BB yesterday to get those vegan jelly bean gummies he likes, picked up some stuff while we were there. Tea included. Got a few boxes, just in case. Variety is the spice of life, and all that. Chamomile, sage, peppermint, ginger — pick your poison."

"Chamomile," she said after a long moment of silence. "But I can make it." She unfolded her legs and stood up. "Thanks. For getting it."

He was already busying himself with his state-of-the-art waffle-maker. "No problem."

A silence unspooled, punctuated by the storm and Cyborg's hums as he worked — but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was the exact opposite, and Raven realized it as she sidled into the cramped kitchen space behind the island to prep her tea.

She realized something else as she was flipping open a cabinet and withdrawing a mug.

She paused briefly, blinked, and thought, oh.

It was as simple as that.

There was a reason for the comfort. An explanation for why she wanted him to stay — and why she hoped he wanted to, too.

He understood.

He wielded a double-edged sword of his own.

He cared. He trusted. He believed.

And when they were together, they could just . . . exist. They could just be, and in lives full of danger, death, despair, doom — they could, and did, feel safe.

The particular pocket of peace they were in wouldn't last forever.

But maybe . . .

That was a loaded word, Raven thought, as she made her tea, focusing intently on her task and trying not to crack a small smile when the waffle-maker dinged and Cyborg drew in a deep breath and uttered a soft, jubilant "booyah" — then she thought about him turning away, trying to pat away some invisible itch on the nape of his neck.

And she smiled.

"Cyborg?"

"Yeah, Rae?"

'Maybe' was a loaded word, but it wasn't an impossible one.

She turned away from the counter, cup of tea in hands, curlicues of steam rising from the mug, a filmy curtain through which Raven and Cyborg regarded each other.

Not by a long shot.

"Watch the storm with me?"

Cyborg grinned. "Yeah," he said, plate of waffle sandwich in hand. "Let's do it."

They sat together on the sofa, Raven drinking her tea, Cyborg scarfing down his sandwich.

Raven found tranquility in the dead of night, in the heart of a raging thunderstorm, and she wasn't alone.

#teen titans #teen titans 2003 #teen titans fanfiction #cyborg #raven #cyrae #here i go again #this is basically “raven appreciates cyborg: the fic” #i wrote this at around 1am and i am hungry and tired so the editing is v minimal #also waffle sandwiches are so good and i love them dearly #espec if instead of pb n j you slap a fried egg in there #ignore me im rambling #i also am rusty #i havent written in a hot minute but im p okay w how this turned out!

[this-is-turtles]

My brain, circa 11pm last night: ...turtles in pumpkins Me: wait no I thought we were going to bed earl-

My brain: we need turtles in pumpkins asap no objections

aka my brain had a silly idea that i had to doodle, so enjoy the speedy doodles that im determined to not overthink the flaws over

individual bois in their pumpkins under the cut!

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt fanart #tmnt #ske draws things #my art #in other news i am cold and tired and going for bed #no i will not say what time it is when im making this as a draft #at least with this done i can hopefully get out one more horror musical poster before the months out #anyways #ignore me im rambling #toodles

[lovvecherrymotion]

anxiety literally isn't real (i'm trying to convince myself of this)

#ignore me im rambling

[gravedigg]

My goal is to try to start making paintings that actually look good, cause I keep making super detailed paintings and when I zoom out I'm like, "Euugghh. Oops. Guess I'll post it anyway."

#i believe in myself #its mostly color choices #i get so into the details up close that when I look at the finished piece its not what I intended aesthetically but its too late #ignore me im rambling

[shunshuntaiga]

Running with the theory that Vessel is singing about three different entities (Eden, Sleep and Rain) I now believe that Distraction is about when he first met Rain.

It's not about the loss that many of the Eden songs deal with, and it's not got that toxic/abusive nature that Sleep has.

But it does share elements with the song Rain. The themes of being broken beyond repair and this entity (woman, person, whoever) is a healing source for him. There's the bit obviously where he says "it's too late for me" which might refer to how it's too late to fix him, and he sings about how this woman in Distraction is "more than he could ask for"

It's like this song is a warning for Rain, "back away. I am dangerous, I am broken. It's too late for me, you can't fix who I am."

But she doesn't. She stays, and it eventually leads to him healing in Rain

#sleep token #sleep token lyrics #ignore me im rambling

[stiffyck]

imagine if scar had a tail. He doesn’t anymore. It's not handy to have something zombies can grab onto

OKAY. ALRIGHT. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE HELL DUDE. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THIS.

tell me more immediately

#stiff talk #asks #gtws #this is such a good idea - #WaIT #I JUST REALISED!!! #I SOMETIMES DRAW SCAR WITH 3 TAILS #WHAT IF #HES LIKE A HYDRA. YOU CUT OFF A TAIL AND TWO GROW OUT #ignore me im rambling #gtws angst #tcd scar

[apuzzledprince]

that time of the month where i re-fall in love with Bears in Trees music and re-realize how much their silly little songs mean to me lol

#they are my favorite band #ignore me im rambling #bears in trees

[hiroshotreplica]

the worst part about making ocs is that one might turn out to be a little too much like me. I like putting aspects of myself in every character i make but sometimes i do it a bit too much. And now that oc strangely has the most fleshed out personality with weirdly real flaws and struggles and i gotta sit and pretend that Didnt happen

#Ignore me im rambling

[and-make-it-double]

thinking about the last trial and crowley screaming about how he deserves to be loved and. i think i might actually Explode

#ignore me im rambling #I JUST MISS HIM OK #AND I WAS VERY UPSET WHEN HE DIED #tho that probably summarises how i feel about watching spn in general lol #crowley #supernatural #spn

[ineveryspaceandtime]

y'all. my colleague gave me a hongbao for lunar new year and i nearly cried lol

#she's SO sweet #i don't even celebrate lunar new year! #i celebrate eid; in my culture the moment you get a proper job you start giving gift money to your relatives #so i haven't received anything in like. a long ass time lol #NOT that im expecting to receive anything but!!! you know. it's nice #so this made me 🥺😭💗 fr #ignore me im rambling #lux.txt

[natdrinkstea]

tell me not to spend money I don't have on a nice mic for a podcast that may never get made. unrelated my commissions are open and I have a kofi

#found a decent quality one for like fifty bucks. would i rather have a nice one? yeah #do i have $100 to throw around? no #ignore me im rambling #nat chats

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

My least favorite thing to write in Star Wars fanfiction is characters who are hateful of/to Clones.

It physically and emotionally hurts to write.

Me, a Clone-lover-and-appreciator having to write a background character who is extremely bigoted and nasty to any Clone character for Plot Reasons in any given story, crying over my WIP: I hate this, this is so upsetting. This is legitimately distressing. These are such messed up things to say about Clones. You're making me research Pong Krell and other characters known to hate Clones in order to get this done well and it's making me so freaking sad. It's making me sad for the Clones. They deserved so much better. They were robbed of such a potentially rich life after the war because of Order 66. None of them have a happy ending. Everything just ends horribly for them because of those fucking inhibitor chips.

The bigoted character I made: You have only yourself to blame for how upsetting I am to write, y'know.

Me: People are going to hate you so much and in order to accomplish that I have to make you say terrible things and be believably upsetting. I can't wait to kill you it's not even funny. I want people to root for your fucking death when they read this series.

#ignore me im rambling #this is about #Hunting the Nexu #it's going to have such a different tone from Sorry Wrong Comms! that it will not be the happiest thing to read #it just needs the necessary complexities to compliment Crosshair's #before it ends with good/better stuff

[ohblitz0]

tw.

body dysmorphia is a bitch. i feel like deleting everything ive posted so far hahah

#ash talks ✰ #ignore me im rambling #might delete later #taking my glasses off cuz ive seen enough! #the more i stare the more i hate what i see