#{ i can t believe these two

[sp0o0kylights]

obsessed with your latest steddie au! steve’s relationship with his parents is so emotionally abusive and manipulative and my heart is breaking that nobody seems to recognise that

Thank you!!

I really wanted to focus on how Steve's parents are abusive in a way that is a lot harder to clock.

They're not out there screaming and kicking him out of the house. These people want you to like them, and they lie like they breath.

These are the adults who downplay serious issues, who make you doubt yourself, who smooth things over or even apologize on your behalf as a way to control and isolate you.

If everyone thinks you're terrible, and your amazing, doting, angelic parents are once again swooping in to save you, then your escape routes close up rapidly--which is of course, the whole point. They want their victims to rely on them and them alone.

For a lot of the Party, that's just not an evil they've encountered yet.

Throw in the fact that Steve does in fact, have a head injury, and things get muddy FAST.

It makes for delicious, angst-ridden scenarios and I am delighted everyone's happy to come along for the ride.

[alpacacare-archive]

inside you there are two wolfs

[catgirljaneway]

silly tuvok and kathryn sketch

Okay so the vision for this sketch is, Tuvok and Kathryn have been hanging out in Kathryn's quarters. They've been in the Delta Quadrant for a while now. Tuvok is of course still all official in his uniform, but Kathryn is just wearing her undershirt and some sweatpants or whatever. She doesn't care, it's Tuvok. He lets her complain to him about everything petty that's bothering her (something she never gets to do because she's everyone's boss). She gets a bit tipsy and he has to hold her on her way to bed. She's still complaining.

[willowser]

the gojo server is actually bad for my sanity bc !!! 🥺🥺🥺 stupid 14 year old satoru 🥺 who is the tallest in your class, with his weirdly long limbs 🥺 his stupid little glasses and his mouth full of braces 🥺🥺 he's a dumb little nerd that stays up late playing his mmos, but also has a baseball scholarship signed and prepared by the time he hits high-school 🥺🥺

you're really suguru's friend, since you live in the same neighborhood, but getou never says no when gojo wants to tag along. he sits besides you at lunch and behind you in class, adds you as a friend on every social media you have, tries to keep you up with him, with a "pleeeease just play one more dungeon with me!". that always saves you a ticket for his games and never gives you shit for the ones you don't go to.

he's the most annoying person you've ever met — but you still throw a punch at your classmates that talk shit on him for being a spoiled rich kid. you drive him everywhere, even though he gets a car and license first, and you even pick him up, way too late, from his first college party, when he gets too drunk to stand. you go to a few of his major leauge games, and you stand by him when he decides he doesn't want to play baseball anymore.

throughout most of your life you think he's — okay. fine. a little tall and slinky, with his obnoxious, high-pitched laugh. suguru mentions him dating here and there, having a partner, and you see gojo less when you start dating nanami more seriously.

you don't think about him that way, until you're suddenly not 23 anymore and he's changing shirts on the side of the road because he knocked his drink into his lap like an idiot.

satoru makes you laugh so hard you cry, he makes you laugh when you cry. he's the most infuriating person you've ever met and he doesn't take you seriously enough but you think he's the only person that has ever really listened to you. you don't think he knows how to care about anything casually and it hurts him more than he's willing to let on, but it also means he's the one that bakes you a hideous cake for your birthday every year and is the one to drive you home at the end of the night.

he's the most selfless person you've ever met, ever have known. no matter where you go or how life happens to you, satoru is always the one up too late, calling you on the phone, asking for just one more minute.

you wonder why you haven't given it to him.

[meep-meep-richie]

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[stardestroyer81]

The Steam banner for Pizza Tower has been something I've always wanted to redraw for Star Tower, and while my first post of 2023 attempted something similar, this time I went all-in and included as much of Star Tower's cast as I possibly could all in one stylish banner! ⭐👾✨

[druzysaur]

he’s a real cool radical rex

[booasaur]

From (2022) - 2x05

[reborrowing]

a strange appearance, part three

if you read the previous chapter three, what if no you didn’t? Some of this is sort of the same, but also not really. I had wanted to set up a nice comfort scene that followed it that I liked and will probably find a new use for but...what I posted wasn't really working for me.

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The two reflect on their predicament over a friendly breakfast, almost bringing their truce onward to trust. Almost. word count: ~2800 cws: reference to past abuse, unreality, fear, controlling behavior Taglist (reply/DM/ask to be added): @da3dm, @whumpsday

She was almost nothing in Val’s palm.

It was overwhelming, holding an entire life in their hands, but physically, she was so light that they could almost forget she was there. Val had braced the hand that held her up against their chest, and now she was leaned against their heart. The thin fabric of the sweatshirt she’d loaned them didn't do much to lower the intimacy of the position.

They felt everything she did: every twitch of her muscles, every little step to keep her balance, the way her chest pulsed with each breath.

And they felt just as exposed, if not more. For the first time, they were conscious of how much of themself was given away when they had been held in the past but they hardly had the space to think about it, because Phoebe was pressed so much closer to their heart than a stranger should ever be. She raised her hand to their chest and marveled at the heavy shudder behind their ribs.

It was too much.

Val nudged a finger under her arm and pushed her back as they reached the kitchen. She resisted a moment, then ran her hand along a neatly-filed claw. Her eyes glittered as she tapped her own nails along the surface. Val tensed, pulling their empty hand back to their side uncomfortably, and looked away towards the wall across the room. It was still mind-melting to watch their own hands hold her.

“Are your claws sensitive? I wouldn’t have guessed,” she said.

“Not like that, no. You weren't hurting me,” Val said.

They doubted she even could hurt them. She was even worse off than an actual borrower. She was clawless with dull teeth and built with luxurious fat in lieu of muscle. Val almost flinched at how soft she was—and how obvious it was that she was a delicate thing. Had the same been true when they were the one being held and prodded and broken, or did those soft human traits make that much of a difference?

They had always told themself that rough handling had come from ignorance, not malice, even that mishandling was inevitable. They couldn’t swallow hard enough to get rid of the sudden bitter taste. They cleared their throat.

“I can’t get anything ready without my hands free. You need to…I’m going to set you down on the counter now,” they said stiffly.

She made a thoughtful sound and braced herself as best she could against their thumb, this time leaning against the base as if to keep from touching their claw. She still stumbled once they started moving and winced when Val stopped. She stepped towards the edge of their hand and hesitated.

“What? Is something wrong?” they asked.

“Aside from the obvious? I’m kind of not loving some of my lifestyle choices from this angle. It looks, um, sticky. Maybe that’s all this is, some kind of stress dream about how behind I am on my housekeeping,” she said with a laugh.

“Mm. Maybe you should dream it cleaner,” Val said dryly, well aware of how uncomfortable the counter could be—they’d ruined at least one shoe stepping through the mess.

“Don’t think I’m not trying,” she said.

They bit their tongue to keep from saying anything else, still not sure how serious she was about the dream thing. She was either a fantastic liar or fucking insane and they weren’t interested in arguing with anyone frome either category.

Instead, they grabbed something clean for her to sit on. Their stomach fluttered at how close everything was, how…easy. They hardly even needed to lean forward to reach the paper towel tower on the other end of the counter and easily tore off a half sheet with their one free hand. It wasn’t like they didn’t know that human things were designed for human use, but it was incredible to feel it.

“Here, why don’t you sit on this for now?” Val said, folding the towel and setting it out in front of her like a rug.

She flinched at the brief rush of air, but seemed otherwise satisfied with the solution and climbed down. Val kept their hand on the counter even after she left. Looking down to watch her settle into the familiar landscape of the counter brought back that vertigo. Or maybe it was just the claustrophobia, sitting in the open but still able to feel the ceiling pressing down over head. Either way, they needed a moment to catch their breath and keep the floor steady beneath their feet.

She was staring at them again, her face drawn together in suspicion—was she putting things together? Or had they done something threatening or…should they reassure her? They weren’t sure what of. It hardly crossed their mind that she might be concerned on their behalf. Why would she?

**

They swayed in a way that reminded Phoebe vaguely of a building in an earthquake, which made her a little uncomfortable sitting in their shadow. Even if she abandoned her little napkin isle in the middle of her mess, she was still stranded on the counter in front of them. She wouldn’t have much of anywhere to go if they did topple over.

Except bed, of course. She’d just wake up. This was a dream. There was nothing to be afraid of here. Everything was just fine.

“You okay up there?” she asked.

Val stiffened, then shook themself out of it.

“I’m fine, yeah. I’m just tired.”

“It’s like seven am,” Phoebe said critically.

She actually hadn’t been able to get a good look at a clock after waking up shrunk. The one on the far wall had been far enough away that it was too blurry to make out and the last time she’d checked her phone was five-something, before she rolled back over for the rest of her sleep. There was no way to see the stove’s clock from where she was sitting either. But seven felt right, and that was how half of dream logic functioned anyway, right?

“I’m not really a morning person,” they said.

Phoebe laughed.

“Me neither, usually. Maybe you could make some tea with breakfast? It’s that wooden box on the other counter there. Like half of it’s herbal, but I’ve got this matcha and also a green jasmine blend that you’d probably like even if you’re pulling that face at the mention of tea,” she said.

“I think I’ll pass, but thank you. You said you had bagels ‘or something’ we could have?”

Phoebe nodded. She’d tried to come up with something in her kitchen that would’ve been exciting and even revived the hope that some of her thoughts would actually have some kind of impact on the dream—she wasn’t immune to the childish desire to indulge in sweets larger than herself. But if she had summoned donuts, they sure hadn’t landed anywhere in plain sight.

She had some junky cereal, but couldn’t think of a decent way to eat it without basically climbing into the bowl, which was a disgusting idea. There was fruit, but the way Val’s hands shook…she didn’t really want to ask them to chop up anything while she was up on the counter. So the best she could come up with was bagels, unless Val changed their mind about turning on the stove.

They nodded and stepped away, brightening the room several shades as they took their shadow with them. She gawked at the absurd scale of her apartment again, but it was hard to keep her eyes off Val. Even when they didn’t take up most of the horizon, even if she wasn’t currently the size of a teacup, they were weird.

They moved with the grace of a cat, and were so familiar with the layout of the kitchen it was unnerving—they hardly looked at what they were doing. But as soon as they actually reached to grab anything, it was like this was their first time inhabiting a body. They untied the twist on the bagel bag with both hands and a concentration usually reserved for safecracking. Phoebe was glad that they opted to slice the bagel on the other counter, because they picked up the knife with their whole fist like a toddler. They were so clumsy with it, they might as well have just ripped it apart with their hands.

Eventually, Val did manage to pry the bagel into one half and two quarters. The neater looking quarter he set on the napkin in front of Phoebe. They bit their lip and cringed when they noticed her watching them, their long ears folding back to disappear into their curls. They stuttered even less confidently than usual and fidgeted with one of the bread pieces still in their hands as they looked at her expectantly.

“Thanks? Or if we don’t want to eat it plain, there’s cream cheese in the fridge or peanut butter on the second shelf in that cupboard?” she said pointedly.

Val’s elf-y ears popped back up like an excited dog’s might. She sighed. Why couldn’t she get fun ears while she was here? And the bagel—she had stepped up to it while Val turned away to the fridge, and it didn’t look half as pillowy as she’d envisioned, especially with the rough cuts they’d made. Was it so much to ask for a bit of whimsy in her own dream?

She wanted to marvel at impossible things but all of them were sitting out of her reach. Instead of giving her an escape, the dream had only taken the mundane outside her power as well. She felt a brief wave of embarrassment as she asked Val to please add cheese to her bagel chunk as well. She felt like a child: easily impressed and absolutely useless.

Val finished prepping her breakfast and sat down on one of the stools on the other side of the counter. They towered over her just the same and she turned her attention to her own meal. It was strange and dense and difficult to tear through. Mostly, she ended up eating swipes of cheese with the occasional trapped crumb. It wasn’t the saddest breakfast she’d ever eaten, but she still wished she could’ve magicked up something soft and sweet.

She looked up as Val cleared their throat again. They were staring at their own hands, brows furrowed.

“You know, I-I wasn’t here to hurt you, you know. Um, still not, I mean. I wasn’t—I’m not— I wasn’t here for you.” Val said.

“Hm?”

“You said…about me probably being here to rob you? That’s not wrong, exactly. But it’s not supposed to be like this. You normally don’t—wouldn’t—even notice. I just…I don’t want you to worry about that, I guess? I’m not going to hurt you,” they stammered, fidgeting with the hem of their sleeve.

“I didn’t think you were, but thanks, I think? I won’t hurt you either, which seems like, obvious, but you’re so tense that maybe it needs saying,” she said.

“Sorry,” they said, but their shoulders did relax at least a fraction of an inch.

“Sorry I’ve got you so freaked out,” she said with a shrug. “But maybe you could tell me what you are here for?” she asked.

After a long pause, they admitted that they mostly stole food, just things they needed to survive. She frowned. She hadn’t noticed anything missing before, certainly not enough food to sustain a whole second person. Though, that was hardly the strangest detail of the morning.

“You laughed when I said this was a dream. Does this kind of thing happen to you all the time then? And you’re normally…that?”

“This?”

“Like, not a demon, I guess, but some kind of elf? And you see weird magic junk happen? Shrinking? You know who I am, so I’m assuming you know there’s like five and a half feet of me missing?”

“No, I've never seen anything like this, it just happened. I'm hoping it can unhappen soon. I am—was—just here to take some things but I…I can't leave now. And even if I could, I don't think I could leave you to fend for yourself while you’re like this,” Val said.

She frowned as she pulled another handful of bread free. That still wasn’t an answer, still no real explanation, just a nice sentiment. And just hoping for it to change? If she was wrong about this being a dream—if she let herself consider that for even a second—then they needed to find out what was going on and find a way to make it stop. This was almost an interesting dream, she didn't want it to be real.

Phoebe started to say as much as she took a bite and was clumsy enough to try and inhale at the same time and nearly choked herself. She coughed and sputtered and everything got dark as Val’s hand hovered overhead. She waved them off and wheezed, a red flush rising up her cheeks.

“Let me get you some water,” Val said.

Their hand withdrew and left Phoebe to finish recovering on her own. Her throat did burn and she nodded appreciatively. She was going to ask just how exactly Val intended to water her, but watched the answer unfold before she could catch her breath. They grabbed an empty juice carton from her recycling and twisted off the cap.

 There was that discomfort again at how intimately familiar they were with her things. A robber didn’t know she’d finished the orange juice, a stalker did. Or figments of her imagination, hopefully. Phoebe nervously tugged on a stray lock of hair.

“Uh, hey, while you’re up and being so very helpful, would you mind grabbing my phone? It’s in the bedroom, you probably saw it when I was screaming at you,” Phoebe said.

They paused halfway between the sink and Phoebe, for just a split second. They slid her the water and made their way back to their seat without so much as a glance towards her bedroom. They reached back across the counter and tore off half of the bagel half she’d been nibbling at and stuffed their mouth before they had a chance to answer her. She took a drink to soothe her throat while she waited for them to respond. They didn’t.

“Did you hear me? Could you get my phone? Please?”

“Or maybe I could make you some tea after all? I could help you make it, anyways, you’d have to walk me through it.”

“I want my phone,” she said.

A long pause.

“No.”

“Why not? It’s like, twenty steps. I promise it’s way easier than dealing with my janky tea set-up.”

“I’m not giving you your phone.”

“Why?” she demanded, which didn't help her feel any less like a child.

Val managed the briefest of glances in her direction before their face folded into a grimace.

“...I’m not supposed to be in your house. I feel like that’s a pretty good reason to not want you to be making phone calls,” they said.

“Seriously? I’m not gonna call the cops on you! I want the internet, god.”

“Then figure out how to wake up."

“Maybe I could google it if you got me my phone! Aren’t you bored just staring at the wall?”

Val said nothing, instead ignored her as deliberately as they could manage. Phoebe stood up and paced impatiently. She paused after a few laps, looking out into the distant living room. She’d left her tablet out on the coffee table the night before. She had no way to get over there, but it wasn’t actually that far away. She glanced back at Val, who was still staring at nothing. She had an idea that, for at least a few brief seconds, had seemed inspired.

“Hey Siri, call Chelsea!”

Val pushed to their feet, slamming their hand down on the counter so hard that she could feel the impact from several feet away. Again, their intense gaze fell on her like a pair of spotlights, golden and wide. Phoebe faltered, but the words were already out of her mouth. Val looked nearly the same as they had in the moment before bolting this morning, but they didn’t turn away from her this time. Fear was as good at inspiring fight as flight, after all, and all at once Phoebe didn’t have much ability to do either.

[itspileofgoodthings]

weird take but I’m fascinated by the use of pronouns in pop music and I think they’re really important and telling

[grizzcore]

August and Amelia don’t even exist yet and sometimes I cry because I miss them so much

Lesbian baby fever is a horrible thing actually 😅 cannot believe my kids are behind a paywall

[lemongogo]

ahyways hi . liteally hey .whats up

[scarefox]

me: oh, iQIYI has a comment section?

few seconds later

me: HOW CAN I REPORT COMMENTS AND BLOCK PEOPLE?!

[yappacadaver]

the absolute fucking speed with which he hangs his head when rebecca's like "pfft normal. right."

[trainingdummyrabbit]

heavily considering picking up journaling........

[meiko333]

🤍Silver Sable X Yuri Watanabe🖤

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