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[rubiesintherough]

..... so this is gonna sound weird and be warned for triggers below but i need to figure this out and just... its bugging me a lot

so, bf does this thing where he’ll pinch me, or poke me, or tickle me in very joking playful ways, which is fine and good and cute... but the second i try to do it back to him, he gets all defensive and says no, and i’ve pointed out the unfairness of this and that it’s kinda a double standard that he gets to do it but i cant to him. and, here’s the thing. the unfairness of it is actually kinda triggering to me. not terrible. but just enough that it brings up memories of abuse and s*xual assault that happened to me, just that whole concept of   ‘ i can do whatever i want to you, and you can’t do anything about it. ‘  if that makes sense??  and i gotta know, am i just being picky? am i making a big deal out of nothing?? should i just brush it off?  ‘cause i dont know whats normal and whats normal and whats not??? 

[starflcre-blog]

Tamaranean Royalty Honorifics

The royal honorifics are used as prefixes to a royal’s name, and they are assigned based on the dominant trait of the royal’s gender and the position of the royal. (See my post of Tamaranean genders here.)

Kings/Queens who are nanji dominant are referred to as kquiik.

Kings/Queens who are treght dominant are referred to as x’hal’u. (In English, this would translate as “Queen Mother” or “King Father”, rather than just “King” or “Queen”, as X’hal is considered treght dominant.)

Kings/Queens who are krik-ri are referred to as rikkt.

Princes/Princesses who are nanji dominant are referred to as agrii.

Princes/Princesses who are treght dominant are referred to as huali.

Princes/Princesses who are krik-ri are referred to as briegt.

[herebel]

when shiro hadn't been accepted into the kerberos project, they'd been devastated. matt almost decided against going -- and only shiro's insistance that he go for the both of them kept him from backing out. nonetheless, he had longed for shiro to be out here with him.

until now.

when he had imagined alien lifeforms, he had thought of diplomacy, of the joining of two cultures in peace to learn and grow from one another.

not this -- this --

he hadn't imagined such bloodlust, had not imagined such destruction.

he hadn't imagined being brought to despair like this. this -- this was the kind of despair and terror that brought him to his knees, choking on the weight of it. ( sometimes he wished shiro was here despite himself -- he wanted someone to hold, someone to hold him -- he didn't want to be alone. he hated himself when he thought of shiro, here with him. he didn't want shiro to suffer this. he just didn't want to be alone. )

he looks out at the -- the monster, what else could he call it ? -- that the galra expected him to fight -- expected him to die fighting -- and felt nothing but overwhelming panic, a sense of all consuming terror. his blood was rushing in his ears, his heartbeat a desperate pounding drum. ( i don't want to die -- i dont want to die -- i don't want to die !! ) a countdown of the seconds left until his blood was spilled upon the floor of the arena, staining it red as he took his last gasping breath. ( oh god -- oh god, i don't want to die !! )

he was alone.

he was going to die here.

he would never see his family again.

his mother, his father. pidge. shiro.

none of them would ever even know what happened to him. he'd be written off as lost in space, a casualty for the sake of furthering science. his father would remain in space, unaware of what happened, sent somewhere to slave away until he fell apart and the rest of his family would never know what happened. no one would ever know what happened.

he thought of his mother, crying as they told her that her husband and son would never come home. he thought of his father, sent to toil in galran mines or prisons or wherever the hell they sent their captives to work to death. he thought of pidge, who is simply too stubborn to just accept that they were dead -- and she would suffer all the more for it, unable to move on. he thought of shiro, who much like pidge would not accept it -- and knowing him, would blame himself -- wondering if things would have been different if he'd gone with them.

and matt ?

well, he was going to die alone.

the galra soldier before him point the blade at him in an unspoken command. take it. matt's hands tremble as he takes the sword in hand, his fear and anxiety building to a crescendo -- and then it all falls away.

he feels nothing.

the roaring of the crowd sounds distant in his ears -- he feels almost like he isn't there at all --

he steps forward into the arena --

and he fights.

[shinizenchi]

omen , part of a joint commission from @eldkine , done by joleanart on twitter 

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[nacrepearl]

the artistic process is a heavy one

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[thewritersramblings]

fancy shmancy department dinner party SURPRISE STRAIGHT HAIR BELOW

[rubiesintherough]

wait no hold on.........

these. these are my 3 favorite aedus icons

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AND  F R I K K I N G   T  H I S    O N E

[rubiesintherough]

okay i needed to share

these are my 3 favorite icons for aedus in this order 

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im bored and cant write bc brain stuff so guess what’s happening y’all. just for lols, will post the things under a readmore cause i mean why not 

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super secret shoutout to @tuppencetrinkets bc like 90% of my icons are from penny and they’re gorgeous and she’s such a help and a blessing and deserves all the love and appreciation for all the work she does for the rpc

[rubiesintherough]

cool  peeps  y’all  should  be  following

[rubiesintherough]

so i need some advice. 

i’m torn between sticking up for my brother and throwing him under the bus regarding our aunt. bc the fact is, i’m tired of making excuses for him, and i’m tired of everyone else making excuses for him, when it leads to him getting to just chill in his room on the computer all day and wreck the house while i’m busting my ass just struggling to keep up with housework and putting myself in the ER   T W I C E   doing that ‘cause i worked my body way past what i was supposed to. 

i’m not the issue. i have never been the issue since we moved in. my room has almost always been picked up, and the only time it wasnt was when i was gone for about a month, and he decided to shove all his stuff onto my floor  ( dirty laundry / books / games / ect )  to store them. and it took me almost a week to finally sort through it all and get it picked up. and im the one who’s always washing off the table / counters, washing the dishes, sweeping and washing the floors, emptying the garbages, cleaning the bathroom, sorting the pantry,  feeding peanut, cleaning out and defrosting the fridge, picking up laundry and sorting it / putting it away, and even going so far as to clean HIS room and his CAR bc both were so full of trash and dishes there was hardly room for my feet. the only two things i dont do around the house, bc i phsyically CANT  are vacuuming floors --- bc for some reason the sound of a vacuum sends me into a panic attack --- and using strong chemicals --- bc the smell gives me a headache and upsets my stomach really bad.  that’s it. everything else?  that’s me. i handle it all. and it has been me since we moved in. and all that combined the the stress of our aunt among others things has been SEVERELY affecting my health. and i cant take it anymore. its gotten to the point it spikes my anxiety so bad i cant sleep, and so i just do housework until i ALMOST PASS OUT COLD bc my body gives out, and yet i keep going bc otherwise the aunt will visit, and she’ll see the disaster he’s made, and I’m the one who gets blamed for it, and she really will follow through on her threats to evict us

but do i sell him out?  ‘cause despite the fact my aunt is super passive aggressive with me, she has admitted that she knows im not the one trashing the house. so she knows. but do i straight up tell her that i want to keep living here, i just want him gone?  do i have that right? do i actually toss him under the bus??? idk and thats been stressing me out even more. bc im not really supposed to be by myself bc depression and anxiety and general health issues.... family doesnt trust me not to pass out and hit my head, or have a breakdown. but here’s the thing, without him here and the added stress, the chances of that are much lower?? but would it be right of me to do that to my brother? would he forgive me for it? i dont know what to do bc on one hand its  a. keep picking up after him and have my health continue to decline with the chance i might not be able to fully clean up after him some days and she’ll see it and kick us out, anyway   or  b. face up to her and lay down the facts and tell her straight that he’s the problem and that i’ve been busting my ass taking care of things despite health issues, and i do want to keep living here?? 

[rubiesintherough]

so i’m looking up colonial slang and ways of speaking before i start writing for quentin bc... i’m that kinda nerd and, uh... 

Flourish ( n. )

Sexual intercourse engaged in hastily. In 1709, f710, and 1711 William Byrd entered in his diary, “I gave my wife a flourish this morning.” (Once it was on the billiard table.)

I ‘ M ?? ? 

[rubiesintherough]

kind of a random question, but how am i doing with my muses?  are they interesting? well-rounded?  is there anything i could be doing better? are there any of them that you think need work and how so?  ect.