#Call me cliched

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Someone just tagged one of my tweedy selfies with "dark academia is problematic" and I'm just dying over here, especially since I associate my look more with riding horses than archiving at the Mütter Museum.

Anyway, "vintage style, not vintage values."

[paw-padss]

my humble christmas gift to you all! ^^

The snow softly blanketed the ground, and the wind blew strongly against the windows of your shared apartment. Usually you and your boyfriend were known for just staying inside together and being each other's company, playing games or watching movies while being cuddled up under each other. But it was Christmas Eve, and your closest friends had decided to invite both you and your boyfriend out for a little get-together at their house.

"Do we really have to go...?" He grumbled as he lazily slipped his arms through his jacket. While you definitely wouldn't describe yourself as the most sociable person in the world, the reason why you too had mostly stayed indoors wasn't because of you, but rather because your boyfriend was (in his own words) "not fit for social interaction."

"There's no point in whining; we'll only show our faces for an hour or two, and then we can come right back!" You said, giving your boyfriend an encouraging pat with your gloved hand.

"....Whatever." He said with a pout. After a few hours of protesting against this, it seems he had finally given up. You couldn't help but let a triumphant smirk sneak across your face as you watched the taller man dejectedly slip his hat over his head.

Placing your victory aside, you decide to take your scarf from the hook and delicately wrap it around your neck, tying it together with a stylish loop.

"Ready to go?"

"Just gimme a minute." He said as he reached for his matching scarf hanging on the other hook.

You hummed in acknowledgment as you watched him attempt to tie his scarf.

and then another attempt in which the scarf just seemed to get tangled within itself.

and then a third that left him flustered as he muttered frustratingly under his breath.

"Need some help?"

"Ya think?" He huffed sarcastically. You laughed lightheartedly as you watched his fingers continue to fumble around with the knot in his scarf before deciding to slip your gloves off and step forward.

"What's so funny?" he mumbled, his face flushing from embarrassment.

"The fact that you have the precision to full-combo the hardest tracks in your rhythm games but cant seem to wrap a scarf around your neck." You quipped as you gently arranged the ends of the scarf to hang off his shoulders.

He didn't seem to have a rebuttal to that other than another exaggerated sigh, so you kept going with the scarf, making sure to make one end slightly longer than the other. Then, in one swift motion you took the longer end and brought it around the shorter end to form a knot. Firmly adjusting it till you were satisfied with the look.

"Is it too tight?"

Your boyfriend seemed to look at you with awe, "How... did you do that?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "Practice, I suppose. Now are you ready to go?"

"Just one more thing."

He leaned down and placed his lips on the tip of your nose peeking out of your scarf and, with a touch light like a snowflake, gave it a little peck. It carried all the warm affection that he wasn't so great at putting into words, like an intimate Christmas gift.

"Merry Christmas."

You smiled and laughed heartily.

"Merry Christmas."

initially for gamer!danheng and gamer!kinch (which was a scrapped idea I've had since september) but it can be your favs <3 happy holidays!

[quinn-fucks-shit-up]

Im sorry, I just don't believe a cishet person can truly understand the thing with swords and daggers

like, we all know stabbing as a metaphor for penetration has been catalogued with horney cannabalism, which trans people tend to take ownership of (this is what I have observed, I may have a biased view though)

and holding your lover with a blade against their throat against the wall or the floor, close enough to whisper to each other (objectively hot btw) is most often practiced by bi people

plus the whole talking while swordfighting (fencing being the most common) - well the euphemisms may speak for themselves, but the push and pull of dynamics is something seen most in gay men

and of course, we mustn't forget about the Incredibly Lesbian practice of gifting a blade (let's not pretend we haven't all wanted to be proposed to with a gilded dagger), or swearing your own in service to your lady, that whole thing is sapphic

let's not forget the forging, the making of the blade, the pounding of metal in the workshop, in solitude but for the steel and its song. I don't think there's anything more ace

so yeah, I think swords and daggers are gay as hell, what about it???

[franabz]

★ Just you, and yourself. Band141!AU

(part 3)

An open window in your bedroom letting in the crisp musky humidity of the late night sky billow into the apartment, mixed with the comforting warmth of your bedsheets and the soft ambiance of the city life below. It was a relatively quiet night, not to mention your notifications. Not a single text or mention in hours, leaving you purely alone with you and yourself.

You take a deep breath and relax against your array of pillows and blankets, scrolling through your instagram feed as you start to feel your eyeslids grow heavier and heavier.

Then, there was a post that caught your eye, causing you to pause in your mindless scrolling with your thumb hovering over screen.

"What an amazing gig! Thank you for everyone that gave us your love and came out to see us tonight + our newest vocalist, Sadie! AKA Lioness <3

xoxo, The Scouts"

"What?" You thought to yourself as you suddenly felt all remnants of your exhaustion disappeared in an instant. You sat up a bit in your bed, propping yourself up on one elbow and squinted your eyes against the brightness of your phone as you tapped on the post, realizing it was only made an hour ago.

Upon further inspection, you found something you didn't notice at first glance. There was a girl in the picture you didn't recognize. Surely they would have told you if they were bringing in new members, right?

You simply sat there in your own silence for a second, letting your mind whirl with all sorts of unanswered questions and being left to overthink in your own head. You were planning on leaving eventually, but would this really be a way to go out? By replacement? It at least gave you even more of a reason to get out of there, but you couldn't deny the small tightness that grew in your chest and the sudden dryness in your mouth as a small ball formed in your throat.

You let out an involuntarily heavy inhale as you swiped onto The Scouts group chat, typing out a short and quick declaration of departure before staring at the message for a moment, your phone gripped tightly in your slightly trembling hand, body overflowing with emotions.

"its been fun, but i think its about time i leave the band. i hope the gig went well, and tell sadie i said hi.

best, Y/N"

You finally tore your eyes away from your phone screen, not even realizing the tears that were threatening to leave your eyes as your tear-blurred vision drifted over to your nightstand where the 141 business card sat, the familiar jagged fonts and bold lettering reminding you of the night at the bar when you met the manager of the band, some man named John Price. You decided to simply sit on it for the night, letting yourself sleep on it. Nobody is ever in the right headspace to be making decisions when they're upset, are they?

And just like that, you placed your phone gently onto your bedside table, slowly lowering yourself into bed and pulling your blankets over your shoulder, the strong pang of betrayal purging any sense of logicality in your mind in the moment that you're simply hoping will pass in the morning.

Just you, and yourself.

[pinazee]

First season wrap up:

Okay, to start, i should mention my general opinion on first seasons for shows, especially cable shows, is not to read too much of it as canon. The writers, producers, actors- everyone- are all trying to figure out what works and what doesn’t, so i give them latitude, particularly when it conflicts with later seasons. That being said, i do enjoy jumping through the hoops to make it all fit haha

So heres a few leftover notes i had as i revisited the eps to rank them:

I bet part of Lassie was craving the father figure in Henry, since we find out later his own father passed away when he was quite young. I wonder if thats part of the reason why he became a cop, as they are portrayed as the protectors and in the 80’s they were mainly men (i don’t really remember if he states his reason later, i suspect he did and im just not remembering). So when Henry didn’t meet up to the expectation he had in his mind, i bet it hurt a little more as it reminded him of what he lost :/

I think the other reason Shawn plays dumb so much, besides hiding his genius so ppl believe hes psychic, or for laughs, is because its how he gets people talking. Like in Shawn vs. the red phantom, he purposely guessed the wrong room number so the boys would correct him. My apologies if someones pointed this out before, i haven’t combed through the internet for everyone’s theories 😬 i only now noticed. I’m not the quickest at picking these things up lol

If i had to guess, Shawn didn’t want to be a cop for halloween, he probably wanted to be something star wars related to go with Gus’s Lando. So i wonder at what age Shawn stopped trying to please his dad. But also, why didn’t his mother ever stand up for him?? I’ll come back to her later -_-

I somehow missed it the first time, but shawn clearly asked Gus to come to the dinner and Gus even points out that it was a big deal for henry to reach out. Soo, yeah, shawn obviously didn’t wanna be alone with his dad, and even henry seemed nervous about it as hes pretty drunk.

Shawn has a right to be afraid of pointy things, his dad hid his easter eggs under glass when he was 6! Not to mention he later gets stabbed 3 times! (Also its just a legitimate fear???)

So far the list of Shawns knowledge (things i wouldn’t expect an average person to know) includes (beyond the obvious observational skills, deductive reasoning, reading people (poker), and all things police (marksmanship, police codes, etc.)):

Incredible spatial and physical reasoning skills (knowing how much money could fit in the duffle bag, knowing to rotate the water pitcher to catch the reflection from the tv)

Kurt Vonnegut (well, I didn’t know who he was at least)

How to spell aggiornamento (and probably all words because of his photographic memory)

Handwriting expert

Casually spoke and understood german

Has every road he’s driven mapped in his brain, and likely all of Santa Barbara

Familiar with paint (enough to know to mix latex enamel for no messy drips)

Animal tracks (i went back and forth on this but ultimately decided he must have known what to look for)

And heres a list of Gus’s niche interests:

Forensics

Spelling bee

Safe cracking

Historic rifles

Comic books

Astronomy (even though he was going to the planetarium for the girl)

Law

Local tennis

Online poker

Lastly, Ive decided instead of ranking them, im putting them in tiers. I feel like too many of them are hitting at the same level and I can’t differentiate:

Sweetest, Juiciest Golden Pineapple Tier

Scary Sherry, Biancas toast (ohmygod i just got the biancas toast 🤦🏽‍♀️)

Blue Psych Logo Tier

Weekend warriors

Forget me not

From the earth to starbucks

Poker? I hardly know her! (Sorry @pineapple-psychic!)

Pepto Bismo Pink Tier

Spelling bee

Pilot

She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me oops hes dead

Who ya gonna call?

Shawn vs the red phantom

Oops Canadian Flag Tier

Cloudy with a chance of murder

9 lives

Game set muuurder

Speak now or forever hold your piece

Woman seeking dead husband, smokers okay, no pets

[thisquietafteryou]

miritama as animals bro trust me

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

Just learnt ‘Findis’ is a combination of ‘Finwë’ and ‘Indis’—

they were that sort of sappy parent.

[m-kyunie]

Karma

[palettepainter]

When I say bastard man I exclusively mean Murdoc from Gorillaz

[luigixfanxayjay]

i finally did it.

after almost 60 entire hours of gameplay... and numerous mental breakdowns...

i completed brothership. and BOY do i have far too many thoughts.

some thoughts and game review in tags (SPOILER WARNING AHEAD)

[galehowl]

Never understood this whole "you're not original for drawing the same overused tropes/it's cliché" thing people use to be assholes lmao

A lot of tropes are also popular for a reason and I'll draw whatever the fuck I want however many times I want in however many iterations I want if I like it lol

[tetsuskei]

ayato having a mole somewhere near his dick representing one of the few places he was kissed frequently in his past life…it’s ultimately just an excuse to worship his cock

[theghostwrites]

I'm on my hands and knees begging the women get more screentime

[sharksinflowercrowns]

Waiting for the AU where Willow is a princess always escaping the castle cause she doesn’t wanna do her princess duties or whatever and Hunter is the poor knight who’s assigned to be her personal guard and has a heart attack every time she jumps out her window to go into town

[reminiscentreader]

I want the grandest game to end, Lyra wins she gets the house and island and then we get a super romantic/sad moment between Lyra and gray before the Hawthornes head back to Hawthorne house that ends with lyra wanting to say something to Grayson about her feelings for him and then deciding not to.

The Hawthornes leave the island and then in the epilogue we get Graysons pov of him back at Hawthorne house, going about his life, but he can’t stop thinking about his girl on the phone, I want to see him yearning for Lyra. Then, at the beginning of tgg 2 something happens that means they meet again.

[apparently-artless]

♡ 14 Days to Fall in Love ♡

with: @mokacheer

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