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chronicowboy · 3 months
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devastated myself with thoughts of arthur, gwen and merlin raising a little girl as heir to the throne. you know gwen would be so excited when she met her, and she'd be such a good mother i literally can't think about it too much or i'll die but she'd teach her how to be kind and compassionate but never ever take anyone's shit. and arthur. well arthur's scared at first because he doesn't really get girls (or that's what he hides behind when actually he's just terrified he doesn't know how to be a father) like morgana could swordfight but she was still what he considered "girly", so what does that mean? but he loves her desperately, she's his pride and joy, so of course he gets the blacksmith to make her a little sword for her tiny hands and starts teaching her how to fight. maybe it ends in silly games half the time because she's just a kid and arthur never really got to be one but it's fun and it's perfect and it's happy. merlin watches from the sidelines fond and proud and so full of love he can barely breathe with it. when she gets a little older arthur starts letting her train with the knights so she can learn different fighting styles and they all let her win when she starts looking tired and they die very dramatic deaths just to make her giggle. and merlin. merlin would quite literally make mountains fall to make that little girl happy. he performs every trick she asks and takes her to meet aithusa at least once a week and maybe even teaches her a spell or two. and arthur watches this from the sidelines so fond and proud and full of love that he aches and he wonders how he ever thought this was evil - how he ever thought merlin wasn't this man who would conjure butterflies with the snap of his fingers just to see a little girl smile. and do you see it? how the power throuple of camelot becomes The parenting unit of all time?
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the-overthinktank · 1 month
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I feel like part of autistic infighting is that the term encompasses such a huge range of disability, symptoms, and experiences that advocacy often struggles to be inclusive without becoming so unspecific it's toothless. On one hand high vs low functioning is a false dichotomy, on the other hand someone who was has severe difficulty communicating and motor disabilities has obviously had very different experiences from someone who found out later in life and can mask
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nursemimosa · 3 months
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the academy fries are his favorite! enough to make him almost dance!
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otrtbs · 3 months
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sorry but my best friend just dropped by my house to give me my christmas gift which is THE harry styles cardigan ,,,,, that she made,,,, herself. i am in a puddle of tears. a PUDDLE.
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imagionary · 6 months
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Here I am being insane drawing and coloring two whole refs for Top Dog in one day
My hand is dyinggg
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dolly-macabre · 3 months
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❄Winter Wonderklok Day 12❄
❄Toys for Tots❄
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Merry Christmas, Lasagna! ���❤
Mama got her a new set of wheels!
I'm sure your mother will love your gift 🎁🤭
Lasagna belongs to @goblin-a-gogo
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lllsaslll · 1 year
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"One time Elvis got complaints from the neighbors about noisy fans at the gates of his Bell Air home, he jumps in his Mercedes Limo saying to the fans; "Follow Me"! He drives down to Sunset Boulevard, pulls to the side and starts to sign autographs through the sunroof of the car!"
via Nancy Z. on pintrest
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Elvis signing autographs from his Mercedes Benz 600 limo sunroof. Sunset Boulevard, Nov. 12, 1970
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problemswithbooks · 17 days
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Is Cat a Kind of Inntinnsic?
The answer, the one I'm sure the author would give, would be no. The story in no way treats Cat's Gift as an Inntinnsic ability. Violet and particularly Xaden don't act as if what she does is at all similar to what an Inntinnsic does.
But I'd argue it has to be in order for it to work.
Because everything is first person from Violet's PoV or a rare chapter from Xaden, I sort of doubt the author really sat down and thought of how certain characters powers would work. If she did, i think she'd have realized Cat's Gift would function similarly to Xaden's second signet.
Cat can manipulate emotions. We're told she can't force someone to feel something they don't, but instead amplify what they do feel. On the surface that doesn't seem anything like an Inntinnsic ability. Where things become more complicated is how she uses that power.
If Cat can't implant an emotion, then she has to know what emotions the person is feeling. Sure, she could just be throwing her ability at people and seeing what sticks, or it could work in broad strokes; emotions overlap, so maybe any negative emotion can be made increasingly worse, while a good one amplified into pure elation.
I'd argue though that her power doesn't seem that broad, instead being pretty focused. Violet was easy to read so it wouldn't even have been hard to read that she hated Cat, and Cat threw out insults during their fight to make sure Violet is more susceptible to her Gift.
But the Venin she goes after at the end of the book wasn't as easy a read. She doesn't know this Venin. She's bragging and boastful, but whose to say that's greed and not pride? Or even done as a way to taunt Violet and make her more afraid?
Yet Cat manipulates the Venin without much difficulty, seeming to know exactly what emotions she's feeling without any trouble.
There's also the issue where people are generally feeling more then one emotion at a time. Violet is always in love with Xaden, but she can also be annoyed with him. Emotions aren't something that are felt one at a time--so how does Cat pick which one to manipulate without knowing instinctively what they're feeling?
I think it's very likely that Cat can either sense what people are feeling, or even see it (I'm thinking sort of like auras) and from there use her power to exaggerate which ever one she wants. It just makes the most sense.
But if that is the case, similar to how Xaden can read people's impulses and intentions, Cat could read their emotions. Now, that's not exactly mind reading, but Xaden's power isn't strictly reading minds either, yet he count's as an inntinnsic. To me what seems to make someone Inntinnsic is that they have no outward tell or rule for using their powers--they can just do it.
Dain isn't an inntinnsic because he requires touch to activate his memory seeing. As long as he does not touch you, you are safe from his ability.
Meanwhile, what makes inntinnsics such a security risk, is that they can activate their signet at anytime without anyone's knowledge. Xaden seems to be using his second signet constantly to read everyone, and no one has ever picked up on it at all.
In a way Cat's Gift seems to be similar in that she can use it without a hard and fast rule. She can just do it. If it works by letting her sense people's emotions, she could be constantly reading people Xaden does, but instead for intent, it's for their emotional state.
Does that not make her power Inntinnsic? Or at least Inntinnsic adjacent?
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skinnypaleangryperson · 5 months
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It's interesting, the contrasting difference between the way that Rick sees and thinks about things versus being someone like Jerry ( this concept that the episode presented is incredibly philosophical in terms of what the difference is between a mind and a brain already.)
But generally, I think this definitely suggests that Rick is either completely miserable inside of his own brain so much the point that in mind like Jerry wouldn't be able to handle it for even one minute from the way that he sees and knows things, which has definitely been suggested throughout the series-and likewise, that he wouldn't be able to handle being inside of a simpler person's brain in for some sort of deeply emotionally and psychologically traumatizing reason that comes along with being wired the way that Rick is. Which I think is interesting, if there's anything to go by from the more nuanced and eccentric people that I've met throughout my life, who have all been completely miserable in contrast to the simpler people around them.
I think it's interesting because it seems to relate to how intelligence or at the very least being a unique thinker than the average leads to someone being completely miserable, and this is a good comical somewhat exaggeration about how mad it would make a person go to be someone who has all of the heaviness that goes on in their brain and the things that they know from intelligence, or maybe not even intelligence but even just being a unique thinker and seeing human life and existence in general in a certain way that might make them different but miserable, and contrast it to a mind like Jerry. I don't know if it was intentional or not, but I definitely see this as an interesting commentary between the contrast between simpler-minded people and more "full-headed", tormented people like Rick-or at the very least, people who are more neurodivergent, versus people who are more content and simple, and how the two would be incredibly dysfunctional coming together.
Mainly watching only the show for any kind of hint that we have towards what it's like to be Rick and his brain, and his emotional state in general, since I find him fascinating and what he represents is a character, I definitely think this is an interesting contrast about how much differently he thinks and sees things in contrast other people, and how much this portrayal is such an abrasive difference between the way that he say things and miserable he is for it and miserable it would make someone like Jerry, the "mind" of Jerry, so to speak, that he wouldn't even be able to hate to stand having that kind of brain for even 5 minutes. Speaks true to reality to me, for some reason, lol.
The reason why this fascinates me so much isn't really so much because of intelligence or anything like that, but more so the contrast between the neurodivergent and the mentally ill versus the more neurotypical and the more simple. As someone who has been miserable their entire life and has seen things very differently from the people around me and has always wondered how people are so happy and content with the way that things are compared to the way that I see them, for me, this feels like an odd contrast between the neurodivergent and the neurotypical, and how completely miserable the neurodivergent are for the way that they see the state of the world and humanity in general. The thoughtful and the heavy-minded and did the people that are constantly seeing day-to-day life with a certain kind of interpretation that is much heavier and more complex, and with self-reflection towards themselves and existence as a whole and ways that are almost incomprehensible with how much they're constantly turning over in their heads life everyday, versus the brainless and the easy minded, so to speak.
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ariesfaeries · 8 months
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[Yakuza 7 oc]
8/7 was Enya's birthday!!! I love her dearly :') ♡
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theflyingfeeling · 3 months
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Twenty-Fourth Day of Gift-Giving: Touches
Prompt: Tracing the other’s lips with their finger
The last one! Thank you SO much for reading, I hope this little project brought you some joy these past weeks 💝 And if you missed some posts or couldn't keep up with my daily posting schedule, worry not! None of the stories are particularly festive (except maybe Day 12), so you can read them any time. All the stories can be found in this tag, and I'm thinking of posting them on AO3 as well 🎁
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As much as Aleksi hated early wake-up calls, this particular morning he hadn’t minded having to crawl out of bed at eight to take Rilla out; he had groaned when he had heard Rilla pawing the front door, but at least it offered Aleksi a chance to study Olli’s sleeping face before he’d wake up too. Although Aleksi’s eyelids still felt heavy and he probably would’ve fallen back to sleep in less than a minute if he had closed his eyes, the serenity on Olli’s face was far more captivating than anything Aleksi would ever see in his dreams.
Lone strands of curly hair had fallen on Olli’s eyes. Reluctant to wake the man up just yet, Aleksi defied the temptation to gently sweep it off. Maybe he also wanted to keep the slight worry on Olli’s face hidden so as to deceive himself into believing they’d have another full day together, the faint lines still visible on Olli’s forehead a reminder of their talks just before they had fallen asleep. Olli for one had not been able to conceal his grief about their parting when they had finally climbed to bed the previous night, and Aleksi had barely succeeded in kissing away his frown, troubled by the farewell to come just as much as Olli was. To know it would by no means be forever brought them some comfort at least; Aleksi was already looking forward to the video calls and the silly texts once Aleksi and Rilla would have settled down at home.
But it won’t be the same, Olli had said, and Aleksi knew that. There was little he could do about it, tough, little he could say to console Olli when he was hanging by a thin thread himself; one more look at Olli’s big, wet eyes and Aleksi would’ve been one phone call away from putting his Helsinki home up for sale, so he had seen it best to just kiss Olli again and tell him they’d figure it out, somehow.
They’d had to. They would. Aleksi was going to throw hands at the universe if they wouldn’t.
These thoughts from the night before consuming his mind, Aleksi had absentmindedly brought a finger to Olli’s lips and started tracing their shape. Over the past week, he had come to known them in every way he could think of, from having them move against his own or slide down his neck or close around his hard-on, so that it was now easy for him to retreat the memory of them, should he miss their softness and eagerness (and he would, no doubt, often and desperately, but it would be only one of the many things he’d be left craving for, once he’d be back in Helsinki). 
Aleksi didn’t realise Olli was awake until the lips under his finger curved into a faint smile. Seeing the reaction, he snuggled closer and brought his own lips to Olli’s ear. 
“Hi.” He left a soft kiss on Olli’s cheek and happily deepened it when Olli turned his head enough for Aleksi to catch his bottom lip in between his own. 
“Morning,” Olli replied. Other than that, he showed no intention to break off the kiss or to get out of bed any time soon, and Aleksi kissed him back as if he had nowhere to go that day either.
How he wished it was true. He wished it so much until a lump appeared in his throat.
“I think I’m gonna miss you too much,” he said into the kiss. It had been a long time coming, since the previous night at least, but he could no longer stop his eyes from welling with tears.
“Maybe you could get a refund for your tickets,” Olli said in turn, lips hungry for more kisses. “Tell them it’s an emergency and that you couldn’t possibly make it.”
Aleksi knew as well as Olli that wasn’t how it worked, but damn if Aleksi wasn’t ready to give it a try.
“What about my work? I have two production sessions scheduled for Monday alone.” It was impressive how they managed to hold an entire conversation in between all the desperate, hasty kisses that demanded to be given, as if their supply of kisses would overflow if they didn’t (it might, for all Aleksi knew, and he sure as well wasn’t going to risk it).
“Tell them you’re sorry.” [A kiss. Another. Another.] “Tell them you’re in bed with fever.” [A kiss. Another.] “Or just that you’re needed elsewhere.” [A quiet sob.] “Tell them… tell them I need you here.”
By then Aleksi was sniffing himself, but he wasn’t going to let any more hopeless sobs leave Olli’s mouth.
“Okay,” he said and kissed Olli until he stopped shedding tears (or maybe they just mixed with Aleksi’s own); until they both fell back to sleep.
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I think I'm gonna miss you too much.
When Aleksi had said it, he really had meant every word, but five days after his return home, to his empty and sort of chilly apartment, he was pleased to have realised the longing had not consumed him completely during the week. Had his head been constantly absorbed in memories of his time with Olli, surviving all the Zoom meetings and email formalities would have likely been twice the uphill they were on a normal day. By all means, that was not to say Aleksi had not missed Olli; he had, incredibly so, especially when he climbed in his bed late at night and entertained himself with the idea of Olli being there waiting for him, possibly wiggling his eyebrows or just looking at him with an insane amount of affection in his eyes. Some days Aleksi wasn't sure if the sound that left his mouth whenever he thought about it resembled more a chuckle or a sob.
They had texted each other throughout the week, having (tearfully) agreed to give each other some space after the rather intense week they had had and decided they would, eventually, have time for sappy phonecalls (as well as for some spicy late-night FaceTime chats, Aleksi hoped). Come Friday, however, Aleksi dragged himself to his bedroom after another intense studio day and grabbed his phone.
"C'mere Rilla, let's ask how Olli's doing," he said to the dachshund, planting a kiss on her forehead as he helped her on the bed.
Aleksi closed his eyes while he waited for Olli to pick up the phone. He knew he had no reason to doubt if Olli would, but somehow he felt calmer listening to the dial tone like that.
"Hi," Olli's voice finally said. Its tone wrapped Aleksi in something warm and soft, like a blanket.
"Hi Olli."
"I was just thinking about you."
Aleksi slid down further on the bed, revelling in the warmth and softness of the voice on the other end of the line.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Well that's funny," Aleksi said, although speaking wasn’t an easy task with how much his lips were quivering (from smiling, but maybe also from something else). "Because I was just thinking about you. Hence I called."
"Glad you did. It's good to hear your voice."
Aleksi closed his eyes again and wished he knew a way to tell Olli just how much he loved hearing his voice as well; how he had missed its calming melody in the mornings as well as all the more impatient whimpers in the evenings; how much more quiet his life had been before they had let each other into their lives like this.
Trying hard to maintain a casual tone, Aleksi recalled the events of the past week.
"How was your week?" Aleksi was thankful for Olli being the one to continue the conversation, seeing Aleksi himself was but a few more seconds of expectant silence from starting to ramble on about how even a salmon fillet at his local supermarket had brought a smile to his face the other day without him noticing until Niko had pointed it out.
"An okay week, I'd say, overall. You?"
On the other end of the line, Olli suddenly moaned tiredly, probably stretching himself. Aleksi bit his lip and wondered if the man did it on purpose, just to test him.
"'Twas alright. Helped out Mikko and the boys with some studio stuff."
"Sounds cool."
"And I did some laundry too."
"Okay?" Aleksi chuckled.
"Yeah. Noticed my favourite grey hoodie's gone. D'you remember seeing it? I think you were the one using it last time."
"Ummmm..." Aleksi glanced down at himself, his grin widening. "I might be wearing it right now."
"Ha! I knew it!"
"I'm outraged, Aleksi," Olli sniffed, as if offended by this heartless betrayal. "Guess I'm gonna have to come down there to get it back."
"Yeah, I don't know, it must have ended up in my suitcase by accident." Cheeks full from the smile stuck on his lips, he put a hand inside the front pocket of said hoodie and snuggled to himself.
(If he did it just to imagine it was Olli cuddling up to him instead, who could've judged him for it?)
"Uh-huh? Guess you gotta."
Aleksi contemplated keeping any lovesick pleas to himself, until he remembered he'd no longer have to keep his heart so closed and protected.
Not from Olli.
"Like... I know you're away from home a lot during the year as it is, but... I always like it so much when you're here and I hope that... maybe this could be 'home' as well. One day."
The more seconds that passed waiting for Olli's reply, the more restless Aleksi grew under his blanket, almost shivering despite being tucked up to almost his chin.
"Yeah. I think it could be. One day," Olli said at last, his voice just barely louder than a whisper. "In fact... I quite like the sound of that."
Aleksi was prepared for a 'but' which never came. Instead, Olli dropped his next bomb, just in time for Aleksi to have blinked the tears from his eyes.
"So... what else are you wearing right now?"
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rubyneo · 23 days
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neo would think apricot was the single most perfect special child in the world btw
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plsleafmelon · 1 month
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OK WHO THE HOLY FUCK IS JUN AND WHY IS HE DECIMATING MY TEAM SO FUCKING HARD IN MDH
all my sinners do is breathe in his direction and he goes so trigger happy like jfc the moment i see someone boutta clash w him i go full defense mode like u just see that whole bar full of evades yeah thats me fighting him
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myhyperfixationisback · 9 months
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hey. what the fuck is up with Ratchet and Clank merch
#ratchet and clank#I was like ‘I have literally three pieces of merch of R&C despite it being my special interest since elementary school I should fix that’#*goes online* the fucking horrors#what do you MEAN everything is at least $100 dollars or more??? excuse me???#the employee exclusive one is almost always over a thousand dollars. y’all see the one priced like a small car right.#the fucking PLUSHIES ARE A HUNDRED DOLLARS???#why.#the TINY FUCKING PIN IS $90????#btw the three pieces I have are the Funko Pops (I am not a huge Funko Pop person but I saw them release and pre-ordered them for my b-day)#and then the Ratchet and Clank art book. that is all#I have all of the games but like. that’s not /merch/ per se it’s the actual series content#actually I take it back I no longer have all the games bc I’m missing the very first game in physical copy + the PSP games + the PS4-5 ones#and I am the most fucking rabid Ratchet and Clank fan. I am autism insane about it. and I don’t have ANYTHING#do you see how much of a tragedy this is. do you understand how damaging this is to me every single day#that I do not have a Clank plushie to hold. a Ratchet plushie to keep him company. and an Alister Azimuth action figure to abuse.#my goal is to make that video essay I’ve had in my brain for years and make Insomniac feel so seen that they gift me something.#bc of the heartfelt please of a disabled poor person that has loved their series so much all their life#I’m going to punch through a steel wall
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marscats37 · 12 days
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if you're wondering how I'm spending my saturday night, I just bought a real hard drive (in the flesh !) and finally saving my artwork on there so that I can have a physical place to save my work because idk how much I can rely on google drive.
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birdingbutch · 3 months
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I positively slayed Christmas this year
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