#[ HOW IT FEELS IN THIS CHILI’S TONIGHT ]

[vamprisms]

questioning your assigned gender is so good for you and should be encouraged because like. even if you still end up cis you'll have a better understanding of yourself and also be like. more sympathetic of trans experiences

[bidokja]

kim dokja gets so upset, so distraught, about the idea of yoo joonghyuk dying and there are...there are layers here. ever so many thin and delicate layers stacked so densely together they look solid, but which rip apart at the barest touch, and their scattering pieces are so beautiful and sad and

remember. how kim dokja tells himself that he doesn't want yoo joonghyuk to regress because he isn't sure what will happen to the story - the timeline - without the protagonist in it. remember in the 10th main scenario, when yoo joonghyuk tells kim dokja that this current world won't end if yoo joonghyuk regresses. when he says don't worry, i made sure, i asked, and the world won't end. and of course the layer here is "you won't die if i die (you can live if i die (you can live without me))."

but kim dokja doesn't get it. he doesn't get it he doesn't. what do you mean you asked? what do you mean it won't matter? this is the best way? for what? for who? what about you? and of course the layer here is "what about me (what about you (what about me-))?"

because that's just the thing isn't it. yoo joonghyuk existing is the reason kim dokja is alive. more specifically, it's the fact that yoo joonghyuk exists where kim dokja can see (can read) him. so if yoo joonghyuk isn't there anymore, where does that leave him? where does that leave kim dokja, in this world?

yoo joonghyuk tell's kim dokja he'll be fine if he dies, but kim dokja knows that isn't true. he knows it, feels it, even if he doesn't say it. it's no wonder that he makes sure this never comes to pass. no wonder he risks ejection from the scenarios, when to him that's far less of a risk than the alternative. kim dokja never learned how to live without yoo joonghyuk.

[idiotsinkdaisies]

there is something so warm about how 806 ended.

i've always seen buck as someone who just wants to go home. and that's not with maddie, anymore, and he loves the 118 but they all have their own homes outside of each other. and buck dates and he goes home with people and he asks them to come home with him. to move in, or whatever. and sometimes it works out for him. he has a home with abby, for a little bit, even when she stops coming home. taylor and him last the better part of a season(s) and he brings her around even when they are not working, until they stop working. tommy and him 'work' for a while and buck thinks to himself, maybe this is it. he could love him, one day. and he says "move in with me," and he wants tommy to come home to home. and tommy says the whole "your first, not your last," and buck just wants to be someone's last. he wants to go home to someone. he wants to be someone else's home.

and so tommy will not be home for him. and buck reacts to this by going home. to eddie. because he hasn't realized it yet, but he has a home.

and eddie???

eddie likes the domestic, he likes his home. and he thinks he needs to replace a shannon sized hole in his life with a woman, a mother for chris, someone his parents will approve of. and he's made himself someone who other people expect him to be. he is so defined by his labels: husband, father, combat medic, firefighter. that is who he is. he keeps everything else, everything that keeps him up at night locked firmly behind a locked door.

and now he's got a priest telling him his suffering is not necessary, that eddie should seek out joy, to be frivolous. and he does, and eddie (hopefully) is going to start thinking about what he wants. who he is, when the labels are gone and it is him and those god forsaken mid calf socks.

and 9-1-1 on ABC goes look. he's opening a door. and buck comes home.

[valentiinexo]

so just to recap sarah’s instagram activity lately, we’ve gotten one post celebrating spring, one that screams illyrian mountains, and one with the most elriel coded song to ever be recorded.

i wonder what that all could possibly be hinting at? 💐🦇

[citricacidprince]

Thinking about Psychonauts and how much I love the Aquato family once again

They mean the world to me your honor

[snarky-wallflower]

ATHENA WHEN I CATCH YOU I SWEAR TO GOD—

you let a monster in your temple because your daughter embarrassed you?? your 12 year old daughter? that would have killed her had it not been for a boy more loyal to your daughter than you ever could be? oh!! oh!! jail for Athena! Jail for Athena for one THOUSAND years!

[basu-shokikita]

funny how both skwisgaar and toki ultimately want stable partners that will love them and understand them beyond the superficial adoration they get from fans. partners they can actually connect with on a deeper level besides sex and parties. partners with whom they can talk about their worries and joys and spend quality time with. funny how skwisgaar and toki actually are actually that for each other. two lonely souls that found each other through their love for the same instrument. but it's not just music connecting them, they share the same sense of humor and culture, enjoy each other's company and genuinely love each other even more than their own damaged egos can understand. they're the two halves of everything. life and death. creation and destrution. beginning and end. funny how skwistok look for something that they already have in each other.

[dimsilver]

❔

[vanmarkus]

every day i think about the utter loneliness of trying to learn about a culture that has next to no written records that has next to no written language and that has been subject to ethnic cleansing and historical erasure and is still subject to segregation and genocide in multiple countries today, but then i think about the people who work hard to keep their communities together and to provide aid to those who need it and suddenly that loneliness feels a little easier to bear

[ahappyphjl]

no but seriously imagine it: being friends with dnp. dan and phil. the howell and mr amazing. like. there are people in this world who have the privilege of spending time with them, playing games, laughing, sharing inside jokes… friends with dnp… how lucky :’)

[themothstoy]

kitty feels things a robot shouldn't feel. fear, to name one of them. but she was programmed to do so, wasn't she? she was made custom order for the vees, mainly for val. but she was made to fit in their palm, weak to their will. and fear is easy to control. so why not program a pet to fear you. to need you. she needs the vees. she knows she's does. what is she without the vees? why program a robot to fear? why was she made like that? she tries not to think about it. she tries to ignore it. she loves the vees. can she love the vees? surely she does. she worships them. needs them. she loves to be theirs. it's her purpose. it's her life. how could she ever be anything else but theirs? a shared plaything, a domesticated animal, a personal project. but she knew she felt comfort. comfort in cuddling valentino. comfort in modeling for velvette. comfort in serving vox while he works on his shows. their looks. their voices. their touches. their beds. their breaths. comfort in them. for them. by them. she was manufactured by them. was her comfort manufactured too? did vox program her to feel comfort with her fear? she wondered if that's why she was so weak to them. if she was hard wired by vox to love them. but sometimes it seems like that couldn't be farther from the truth. then how could she possibly love? how can a robot know to love? she thinks she can love. sometimes. surely she must feel love. but why not love her back? perhaps that is her role. who could love a robot? so unfeeling. so cold. so unhuman. so mechanical. so obedient. so perfect. she didn't feel perfect. sometimes she wasn't obedient. but why could she feel? why could she feel love? why program her to feel? why make her susceptible to dependency? to addiction? to serve them. to need them. she hates it. she loves them. kitty feels things a robot shouldn't feel. the vees are her home. and she hates what happens inside her when she's around them. and when she's not around them. she longs for them, she yearns for them. she wishes they'd never come back. she hopes they'll stay gone. forget her. but she would die without them. she would be nothing without them. she is nothing without them. she is already nothing, it is only their need for her that she exists. of course they need her. they made her. just for them. but on her darkest nights, their worst days, in her lowest moments... she hates them. she hates them so deeply. she rages at them. for what they've made her into. for what she cannot be. and yet she wonders... could they ever love her too?

[subbyp]

[web search: how do I make a squad of beloved friends for life when I’m 32 and too disabled to go on a quest]

[musingsofvenus]

Inspired by the first prompt from a height difference OTP prompts list and made for the lovely @the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis! I was originally going to make this a kind-of follow up to To All the Monsters I Loved Before, but it didn't fit the bill. This is some sort of Twilight AU-- a short & cheesy moment that exists outside of canon. 💞

Jacob rushes to the front door after he hears the doorbell ring. As soon as he swings open the door, he’s greeted with a DVD case held inches from his face. 

“Tada!” Bella exclaims, grinning ear to ear. Her cheeks and ears are bright red from the cold air.

Sunday afternoons were reserved for their weekly movie night session.  

Every week they switch between who gets to pick the next movie to watch. Their typical choices of movies quickly devolved from Bella’s favorite Jane Austen adoptions and Jacob’s classic spaghetti westerns to the most outrageous B-movie horror flicks they could find.

This week is Bella’s week, and she chose a movie called ‘Suburban Sasquatch.’ From the DVD’s cover art alone, Jacob was sure he wouldn’t be able to make it through the first five minutes without hysterically laughing at the poor production quality.

Jacob plucks the DVD from her hands. “Well hello to you too, Bells.”

Bella snickers, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Hello, hello,” she says belatedly. She rests her chin on his chest. For a few seconds, Jacob is flustered into silence by the cute gesture. And Bella, watching him closely, wiggles her eyebrows like she knows. Because of course she knows. 

“Your ears are turning red,” she sings.

Jacob covers his traitorous ears and averts his eyes. “They are not!”

Bella falls into a fit of giggles that makes Jacob grin. “Are you gonna let me in before I freeze to death?”

Jacob clears his throat. “You have to pay the toll to enter,” he intones.

Bella releases him to shoulder off her tote bag. She holds it open to reveal several soda cans and an assorted variety of popcorn and cookies. “I come bearing snacks.”

Jacob squints at the contents of her bag. “That’s not enough to cover the toll, Bells. I do accept bribes, though,” he says, tapping his lips with his pointer finger.

“You don’t have to play this game to get me to kiss you, you know? I like kissing you.”

“And I like messing with you.”

“Jacob, come on! It’s really cold,” Bella whines. “I don’t have werewolf powers to keep me warm, unlike some people!”

Jacob opens his arms and sweeps Bella off her feet. “Personal space heater, at your service.”

“Jake! Put me down!”

“How am I supposed to kiss you from all the way down there?”

An indignant blush colors Bella’s cheeks. “Maybe you’re just too high up!”

“If you say so. Now about that bribe-”

He barely gets the question out before Bella leans in to kiss him. It starts off a bit forceful on Bella’s end because of her lingering frustration before she starts to relax. The kiss was just turning soft and sweet before Bella’s hand tangles in his hair, no doubt in an attempt to pull him closer. 

Jacob obliges her wordless demand until her fingers brush against the back of his neck. He abruptly pulls away from the kiss with a yelp.

“Your hands are like ice, Bella,” he complains, setting her back down on her feet.

Bella rolls her eyes. “I wonder why, you jerk!” She crosses her arms with a scowl. “You’re lucky that I love you,” she grumbles under her breath.

“What did you say?” He teases, poking her side. “I couldn’t hear you from way up here.” 

Bella huffs, looking up at him while a blush spreads across her cheeks. “I said, I love you, you giant idiot.”

Jacob pretends to contemplate her words, nodding to himself. “Yep, I think that just about covers the toll.”

“You’re not saying it back?” Bella pouts, poking her lip out and everything.

“Oh, come on, Bells,” Jacob chuckles, grabbing her icy hands and peppering them with kisses to get rid of the cold. He pulls her into the house. “I love you, too. You know that.”

[tillman]

^ trapped in the ball.

[thelaurenshippen]

love 2 b normal about media, I have never cried 30 minutes into a pilot episode, that was someone else you heard about

[floralovebot]

since the s9 winx style is soo similar to their mermaid magic show, the guys in it are a good reference for what the specialists might look like if they show up,,,